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Day Four: Breeding kink w/ Mark

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“God, I wanna put a baby in you,” Mark groans, watching you hold your friend’s baby. You’ve been babysitting the sweet little girl all day while her parents take a day-and-a-half trip. You’ve noticed how your boyfriend’s been watching you as you cuddle and play with the baby all day, but now is the first time he’s voiced his thoughts.

You’re presently cradling her against your shoulder as you move around the room, multi-tasking. But you spare a second to look over at Mark.

Having kids is something that you’ve discussed a few times with him. The first time it came up was actually really early on in the relationship, a night out together when a family with four young kids sat at the table beside yours at the restaurant. They were boisterous bordering on obnoxious, but you were charmed by the chubby cheeks and way they poured affection on their parents. That night, Mark told you he wanted a big family in the future.

It’s come up several more times, but never in a way that really mattered. Never in a way like just now, with Mark bluntly telling you he wants to knock you up with his baby.

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Perfect Little Toy

Summary: Mark was looking forward to meeting his mate, but he was not expecting to find her in a sex shop.

Pairing: Werewolf! Mark x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, some angst, magic potions used during sex I guess? also this is way longer than my other fics sorry

 Mark should have known better. But when Haechan asked him to go shopping with him, never in a million years did he think they would end up in a sex shop.

“Dude, I don’t wanna go in there,” he hissed, trying to break free from Haechan’s unrelenting grip on his arm.  Haechan pulled harder, whining vociferously. “S-stop! People are watching,” Mark whispered urgently, trying to hide his face from the curious bystanders.

“What’s the big deal?”Haechan rolled his eyes.

“You could have ordered stuff like this online!” Mark sighed, reluctantly letting himself be dragged into the eye-catching store. “It’s weird to come here together.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Haechan shrugged, walking to the nearest shelf and inspecting the x-rated shaped toys on display. “We are bros, aren’t we? Remember when you wanted to get a fortune telling reading but didn’t want to go alone? Who went with you?”

“Okay, first of all, you can’t possibly compare fortune telling to vibrators,” Mark argued, slapping Haechan’s hand away when it playfully brought a pink dildo uncomfortably close to Mark’s face. “Secondly, you literally found your mate in that shop, so you should be thanking me.”

“Well, maybe you’ll find your mate in here,” Haechan said.

“Very funny,” Mark deadpanned, offended at the mere suggestion of meeting his destined partner in such a lewd place. “Oh, shit I made eye contact with an employee, fuck he’s coming this way-”

“Hi, welcome to Pandora’s Box. My name is Jeonghan,” said a young man with dark hair and a bored expression as he pointed at the name tag on his shirt. “How can I help you today? Is there anything specific you’re looking for?”

“Hey,man!” Haechan greeted. “You see, my girl and I have a lot of sex-”

“Sure you do,” Jeonghan’s plain voice replied. If only he got paid extra for every time he heard that. 

“But she’s human and I’m a werewolf. I’m afraid I’m too big down there for her, you know?” Haechan continued with an arrogant smirk, pointing at his crotch just for extra clarification, Mark cringing behind him.

“Right,”said Jeonghan, clearly unimpressed. Again, if he got paid for each guy who said they were too big. “If you want to train her for your size, then we have some bigger models over here,” he offered, walking the two customers to a shelf with exotic looking silicone dicks. He shoved a massive  neon green dildo into Haechan’s hands.“This one was molded after a head alpha. It comes with a remote to simulate a knot,” he said as he pressed a button on the remote and  the phallic toy started growing in the werewolf's hands, who was in obvious shock. This was Jeonghan’s favorite part of his job: humbling men who thought they were the shit, when it goes without saying that there’s always a bigger dildo that can do a better job. “It glows in the dark,” he added, biting back a smile.

“Cool,”Haechan breathed out, trying not to show how much they had hurt his ego and ignoring Mark’s snort. “Uh–I’m not sure about the… the color, yeah,” There was no way he was buying a toy bigger than him. “Do you maybe have, uh–...something else? Maybe a potion or something that makes it less painful for her?” He added before that Jeonghan guy tried to show him another colossal toy.

 Jeonghan put the toy back on the shelf and lifted his eyebrows as he seemed to think about it for a second. “I guess a potion would work, yeah…This way, please,” he instructed, taking a very embarrassed Haechan and a now amused Mark to a different section of the shop, hidden behind some dark curtains. “Hey, Y/N! Do you have anything to make werewolf penetration more enjoyable for humans?” he asked loudly as they entered a small room decorated with tons of colorful potion jars and  illuminated by candles. 

 At first Mark choked at the employee’s vulgar words and coughed awkwardly. Then a sweet and fresh scent invaded his nostrils, making him freeze. He let out a shaky breath and inhaled once again, letting the summer-like scent fill his lungs and his brain go fuzzy, his eyes trying to focus on the source of such heavenly stimulation. There you were, the most beautiful woman Mark had ever laid eyes on, wearing an employee uniform and your hair tied up neatly not to get in the way of your job. You had stopped mixing a bubbly lilac potion in a cauldron to listen to Jeonghan and help him solve Haechan’s problem. And god, your voice was so melodic, Mark had no idea what you were talking about but he could listen to you forever.

“So this would make her produce as much slick as an omega in heat?” Haechan was fascinated, staring at an expensive looking potion in an elegant jar. 

“Well, not automatically,” you replied. “It will depend on how aroused she is. If you can’t  turn her on, it won’t help you.”

“So you’re telling me,” Haechan insisted, overconfidently. “That she’ll have no way to hide how turned on she is?” he was already thinking of how cute his girlfriend would look when she’s all wet and embarrassed. 

“Yes,” you replied dryly at the same time Jeonghan rolled his eyes at the cocky customer. 

 Mark, on the other hand, was in his own little world and couldn’t stop staring at your lips. Unconsciously, he found himself wondering if you would need to use that potion to make him fit or if he could make it work by taking things slow. Maybe if he ate you out real good and opened you up with his fingers it wouldn’t hurt that much. Mark didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel good, take care of you.

“Holy shit,” he gasped when it finally hit him. This was it. He had found his mate. In a fucking sex shop.

Haechan gave him an inquisitive look, but he quickly dismissed his friend’s reaction as him being impressed by the potion. 

“Anything else you need?” Jeonghan asked, making Haechan turn his attention to him once again. 

“Mm…Handcuffs?” Haechan asked after a few seconds of hesitation. 

“How original,” Jeonghan muttered, before indicating for Haechan to follow him back outside. Mark didn’t budge when his friend walked past him. It was like his feet were glued to the floor as he stared at you going back to mixing the suspicious-looking potion while humming to a sweet melody. His eyes landed on your name tag and he found himself saying your name out loud before he could stop it. You quickly looked up, surprised that the customer was still there.

“Yes?” you asked politely. “Can I help you with anything else?”

Oh shit, he had to think of something before you thought he was a creep. He licked his lips nervously before he came up with a question that sounded convincing enough. “I j-just uh… are y-you the owner?”

“Jeonghan and I both co-own this place,” you replied and gave him a smile. “Why?”

“N-no, because, like, you look very y-young so I w-was a bit…surprised, so…so I asked?” The way he ended as if he was asking a question was kind of cute if you were being honest and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

 Mark let out a giggle too, dazed at the fact that he had made you laugh. Oh, how he wanted to make you laugh everyday for the rest of his life. 

“We came up with this idea when we were in freshman year, so we had plenty of time to save money and plan everything,” you explained patiently. Somehow, this stranger made you feel at ease, like you didn’t need to be careful with him, or at least not the way you were with most men. “By the time we graduated we were ready to open the store. It’s like our baby.”

Mark felt a pang of jealousy at the fact that there was a man who was close enough to you to plan such a big project together. “That’s cool, uh– s-so are you two, like, a thing? A c-couple?”

 The sound of your laughter made Mark’s heart skip a beat and he smiled dreamily, almost forgetting what he had asked in the first place.

“No way!” you continued laughing at the ridiculous idea, Mark’s relieved sigh going unnoticed. “We’ve been friends since forever. Just a little advice; never make business plans with a romantic partner, kid.”

“I-I’m 23,” Mark laughed nervously, using the back of his hand to dry up some sweat beads accumulated on his forehead. Your sweet scent was so suffocating it was getting harder to breathe, but he couldn’t care less. 

“Oops, my bad! Not a kid,” you said. “You look so young, though! I’m jealous,” you complimented him, not wanting to admit that he also looked gorgeous. “What’s your name?”

“M-mark,” he stuttered. Cute.

“Nice to meet you, Mark,” you extended your hand for him to shake it, smiling more brightly at the way he giggled like an infatuated high-school girl. Everything seemed to be funny to him and it was endearing. He took your hand into his delicately and allowed you to shake it in a friendly manner when your heart started pounding ridiculously fast and you felt the room move around you. Mark’s hard squeeze on your hand brought you back to reality and you saw his body visibly wobbling as he closed his eyes and his chest rose and fell rapidly. “Mark?” you called his name worriedly, but he only whispered your name weakly before he collapsed on the floor with a thud.

“M-mark?” you breathed out, still trying to calm down your own fluttering heart. You knelt down next to his unconscious body and only then you noticed he was covered in sweat. “Shit. Hey, Mark!” you insisted, giving his face a gentle slap with hopes of waking him up. No response. You tried to stand up to go get help, but for some reason you had no strength in your legs. “Jeonghan!” you screamed as loud as you could. Few seconds later, Jeonghan burst into the potions room, his face incredibly pale and eyes wide open, this being the first time he had heard you scream like that. He looked from your terrified face to the motionless man on the floor, trying to assess damage. Immediately after came Haechan, carrying a basket full of different products, which he almost dropped when he saw the state his pack brother was in. 

“What happened?!” Jeonghan asked, kneeling down and wrapping an arm over your shoulders protectively. 

“I d-don’t know! I just shook his hand,” you said.

 Haechan, who had been checking Mark’s pulse, moved his hand from his wrist to his forehead, confirming that he was burning up. “So he became like this right after you touched him?” he asked, staring at you intently, his tone indicating that he knew something you didn’t. 

“I guess? I…I really didn’t do anything to him, I swear!” your voice shook, thinking you were being accused of harming such a nice guy. You tried to stand up but, again, your weak legs pulled you back to the floor and you let out a frustrated groan as Jeonghan helped you reach a chair. 

“Are you okay?” your friend asked you anxiously, stabilizing you on the chair.

“I’m fine!” you sighed. “I’m probably just nervous. I’m not used to people fainting in front of me- Why haven’t you called an ambulance yet?!” you urged him.

“No need,” Haechan interrupted you before Jeonghan could pull his phone out of his pocket. “This is just his rut. It was due a couple of days, but I guess it came early,” he explained, his eyes shining too excitedly for someone whose friend was unconscious on the floor. He chuckled under his breath like the whole situation was amusing. “He’s fine. He just needs to get home and rest.I’ll ask someone to pick us up,” he added, quickly typing on his phone.

 In less than 20 minutes, an old fashioned vehicle pulled up by the store, a man hurriedly getting off the car and making his way to the entrance, stopping midtrack once he opened the door and found himself surrounded by adult toys. 

“Yeah, yeah, this is a sex shop. People have sex, surprise!” Haechan said sarcastically, gesturing to the newcomer to come in. 

“How’s he?” the intimidatingly tall man asked, after clearing his throat and taking long strides towards where you were. Thankfully, the store was almost empty when the whole incident had taken place, so Jeonghan had quickly kicked the remaining customers out and closed the store, helping Haechan move Mark to a more comfortable place while you got some wet towels to reduce his fever. Now Mark was lying on an improvised bed made of blankets and clothes, almost looking like he was taking a peaceful nap. 

“He’s fine, Johnny,” Haechan chuckled. “Our little Mark is just a bit overwhelmed.”

Johnny turned to you and Jeonghan and thanked you for taking care of his brother, before kneeling next to Mark and Haechan. “I didn’t know his rut was due today,” he muttered.

“Because it wasn’t,” Haechan simply said, giving Johnny a playful look. 

 Johnny stared back at him and raised his eyebrows. “Then what-” he trailed off when he saw Haechan tilting his head furtively towards you, the movement barely perceptible but enough to make Johnny look at you out of the corner of his eyes. Thankfully you were busy talking to Jeonghan, who did catch Johnny staring before the tall werewolf quickly turned his back towards him and tried to move Mark carefully. “Which one,” Johnny whispered only for Haechan to hear, to which Haechan mouthed ‘the girl,’ eliciting an impressed grin from Johnny. “Okay, Markie, let’s get you out of here,” Johnny’s voice was back to normal volume, lifting Mark off the ground and carrying him on his shoulder, Mark’s weak groan being the only sign that he was alive. Haechan followed after him, carrying bags of new toys with him and thanking you again for everything before exiting the shop and getting in the car. 

 Once you and Jeonghan were left alone in the store, you let out a heavy sigh. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yeah, just tired,” you replied, stretching your body now that your legs seemed to function properly. “This town has more werewolves than I thought,” you suddenly said. 

“I´ve heard about those guys. It’s a big pack that moved here a couple of years ago, and for some reason the number of members keeps increasing,” Jeonghan huffed as he moved towards the counter to close the cash register. “I also heard some of them are imprinting on humans,” he added slowly, looking at you attentively. 

“Imprinting,” you repeated unconvinced such a thing was ever real. “Do you really believe in that whole soulmate thing wolves have going on?”

Jeonghan hummed and seemed to focus on his task of counting bills. “How would I know? I’m not one of them,” he finally said. “It could be real.”

“It’s an ancient tradition. Someone probably came up with it to keep them from having sex with whoever they want,” you spitted.

“They can still have sex with whoever they want,” for some reason Jeonghan was defending werewolves’ outdated way of thinking. “But they are more likely to settle down once they find someone who is very important to them.”

“That's called commitment,” you fired back. “Which is not the same as being forced to like someone through imprinting.”

“They are also gifted,” Jeonghan continued matter of factly, with a hint of annoyance in his voice, like he didn’t like admitting to it. “Down there. Massive dicks.”

“Jeonghan, we literally sell toys that could satisfy me better than a traditionalist guy with attachment issues who thinks having a big dick makes him special,” you deadpanned. 

“Okay!” Jeonghan sighed and raised his arms defensively. “No need to be so defensive.”

“I’m not-,” you stopped yourself because you were in fact being defensive. Why did you care? Was it really because you hated old-fashioned ways of thinking? Was there something else bothering you? To be fair, you had been unnecessarily mean; you didn’t think any of the werewolves you just met were traditionalist assholes with attachment issues. Mark especially seemed like such a kind and chill guy. The type of guy you would have asked out on a date if he hadn’t passed out in front of you. Maybe that’s what bothered you: was Mark the type of werewolf who followed traditions to the extent he wouldn’t even give you a chance in order to prioritize his supposed mate? “Sorry, you’re right. It has nothing to do with me anyways.”

When Mark woke up, his head was throbbing and your lovely scent felt like a distant memory. His muscles ached when he sat up and he winced at the way his shirt stuck to his sweaty body. As he took the messy shirt off he heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” he croaked, after taking a proper look at his surroundings and recognising his own room. The door opened slowly and the youngest member of the pack slid into his room, carrying a glass of water and a little medication bottle. Mark could already tell what type of medication it was.

“They told me to give you these,” Jisung offered him the suppressants and waited until Mark had successfully opened the jar and taken a pill into his hands before offering the glass of water.

“Thanks,” Mark muttered before swallowing the pill and gulping down the content of the glass. 

“Do you need anything else?” The younger asked sympathetically.

“No,” Mark assured him, already having gone through his rut so many times he just knew there wasn’t much he could do about it besides fucking it out of his system, by himself or with somebody else. “I just have to wait for the suppressants to kick in and I’ll feel a bit better.”

“Do suppressants really help?” Jisung asked curiously. He had only had a rut once and he spent it with his mate, so he didn’t have to suffer as much as his older brothers. 

“They make the whole thing bearable,” Mark answered, cracking his neck and sighing tiredly. “But it’s still a pain in the ass,” he admitted.

“Is he awake?” Haechan’s voice called from the door. “You got me worried when I saw you unconscious on the floor, man. I calmed down because I understood what was happening, but you probably scared the shit out of the people who worked at the store. That poor girl didn’t know what to do,” he chuckled, inviting himself into the room and sitting on Mark’s bed. 

“Fuck,” Mark groaned at the reminder of such embarrasing first impression and he flopped into the bed. “Y/N…”

“Who is Y/N?” Jisung asked.

“That, little Jisung, would be Mark’s mate,” Haechan revealed and then looked at Mark for confirmation. “Am I right?” 

 Mark whined and covered his face with his palms, but he nodded. 

“And you met her thanks to who…?” Haechan continued, looking from Jisung to Mark , adding a dramatic pause. “Me! I was the one who took you to that sex shop!”

“S-sex shop?!” Jisung choked on his saliva and stared at Mark in shock as if he was waiting for him to tell him it was one of Haechan’s jokes. 

“That’s right,” Haechan laughed and then he gasped as he seemed to remember something. “Hold on, I got you something,” he suddenly said, standing up and leaving the room shortly,and coming back with a pair of handcuffs which he gave to Jisung. “Here. These are for the next time your mate tries to run away.”

Jisung’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he stared at the pink, fluffy handcuffs in his palms. “S-shut up!” He stuttered as aggressively as he could in spite of his voice cracking. “Noona’s not going anywhere,” he muttered to himself.

“Fine,” Haechan rolled his eyes and extended his hand. “Give them back if you don’t want them.”

“N-no,” Jisung said quickly and hid the gift behind his back. “You gave them to me.”

“Can you have this conversation somewhere else?!” Mark suddenly groaned. Haechan’s voice was making his headache worse and he really wanted some peace before his rut hit completely. And he definitely wanted to be alone when touched himself to the thought of you. 

The next few days were a blur. Mark lost count of how many times he cummed in his hand, on the bedsheets and finally in a fleshlight that Haechan sneaked into his room as a gift at some point. At first,  ready to reject whatever ridiculous toy he was bringing, he yelled at Haechan to get out and threw a shoe at him, which Haechan avoided just in time by leaving and closing the door behind him. But then Mark caught your scent. It was very faint, but he would recognise it anywhere. Dizzy, he got up, and crawled towards the fleshlight Haechan had left by the door. He inspected it , never before being so mesmerized by a toy, and bringing it close to his face to inhale your scent deeply. “Y/N…”

“I knew you would like it,” Haechan chuckled from the other side of the door, startling Mark. “It’s a small human size.I went to the store and made sure Y/N was the one selling it to me. I asked her to open the product and test it in front of me…,” he teased. “She stuffed her fingers inside of it to demonstrate how flexible the material is.”

Mark groaned and slid his tongue into the toy hungrily, trembling as he got to taste a bit of you before your scent faded away. 

“She asked about you.I told her you were fine and that you were sorry for scaring her. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her the fleshlight was for you,” Haechan continued, oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the door. “That Jeonghan guy is totally onto me though; he wouldn’t stop glaring at me like I’m the  biggest perv-,” she trailed off as he suddenly heard wet, slippery sounds, indicating that Mark had wasted no time in using his new gift. “Gross! Wait until I’m gone!” Haechan yelled and ran off. Mark was too gone to care, fucking into the toy with intent and imagining it was you. 

No matter how insufferable Haechan was, this would really help him get through his rut more easily. He should thank him later.Later. Now he really couldn’t think with anything but his cock. He let his animal instinct take over and he forgot about everything and everyone except you, and by the time he gained some self control and clarity back, he found the sticky fleshlight completely destroyed in his hands.He panted heavily as he grabbed some tissues to clean himself before he stood up and put some clothes on for the first time in days. As soon as he opened the door he was met with a bag hanging off the handle containing a bottle of water and some energy bars, which he quickly devoured before heading to take a shower. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jeno asked him as soon as he entered the living room where some of the younger members of the pack were hanging out. 

“I’m good,” Mark sighed. “This one was kind of intense, though…”

“We heard,” Jeno said, quickly correcting himself when Renjun nudged him and gave him a pointed look. “I mean, we can imagine.”

“The first rut after meeting your mate is hell if you don’t spend it together,” Jaemin butted in. 

“To be fair, your mate was particularly difficult,” Jeno told Jaemin. “She denied you for months.”

“Which I’m sure won’t be the case for Mark,” Jaemin assured Mark, who was squirming anxiously on his seat. “You already know her name and where to find her, and from what we heard she’s single.”

“Wha-how do you guys know that?”

“Haechan said he couldn’t smell anybody else’s scent on her, besides the guy who works with her,” Renjun clarified. “Just go see her when you feel better-”

 Renjun’s voice was overpowered by loud whines and complaints coming from the main door, where Haechan and Yangyang were making their entrance.

“I didn’t know!” Yangyang sighed tiredly, like he had been forced to repeat the same thing many times. 

“Well now you know, you little traitor,” Haechan hissed, pulling Yangyang’s arm and carrying him to the living room, where everyone stared at them wide-eyed. “Oh, look! Mark is here! Why don’t you tell him who you were planning on letting suck your dick?”

“Look, Mark,” Yangyang gulped, looking anywhere except Mark’s confused face, which was quickly morphing into one of apprehension. “I didn’t mean to- I just-...I was walking back from campus and I saw that new sex shop downtown and there was this hot-” he interrupted himself and looked at Haechan, who was raising his eyebrows at him, encouraging him to go on. “-a woman. I-I saw a woman who was hanging a sign outside the store, something about needing a volunteer to try a new potion. So I asked what it was about, and she said-...” he paused again and breathed in, knowing there was no nice way to say it. “She said it was something that would like, uh- turn off her gag reflex when doing oral, and that she needed a guy whose size was above average and when I asked how she was gonna test it, she said that-...that she tried all her potions herself…So like, she would be the one d-doing the…the sucking,” he trailed off, his voice going quiet as he felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on him.

“...You didn’t,” Renjun was the only one to speak. “...did you?”

“Ugh, I…,” Yangyang groaned. “I’m a man, okay? Why would I say no to a pretty girl sucking me off and giving me cash for it?!” 

“MARK’S MATE GAVE YOU A BLOWJOB?!” Jeno exclaimed incredulously. 

“NO!” Yangyang quickly shut him up and looked for Mark’s lifeless eyes before denying it again. “No. Nothing happened. I had an interview with her and a guy who works there. They measured my cock, asked for a sexual health check-up and told me to come back tomorrow with the results. I called Haechan to ask him about a good clinic to get tested and he practically jumped down my throat,” he explained nervously. “I…I really didn’t know.”

Everyone stayed silent, looking at Mark who was scarily quiet, clenching his jaw and looking at his own hands folded on his lap. “So? Are you going tomorrow?” he asked cautiously.

Yangyang shook his head quickly, but it was Haechan who  spoke. “He isn’t. But you should.”

“Me?!” Mark bawled out. 

“Do you want her sucking somebody else off?!” Haechan spit back. “If it’s not Yangyang, there will be another dude out there who’s willing to do it.”

“Haechan’s got a point there,” Jaemin agreed. “She’s gonna test that potion anyways, and you were lucky that the one finding out about it was one of our pack. She won’t be looking for somebody else because she’s expecting Yangyang to show up tomorrow. This is your chance.”

“But she’s expecting him, not me,” Mark said bitterly. 

“Not at all! She didn’t seem particularly interested in me. She just thought I was hygienic enough, I guess,” Yangyang laughed awkwardly. “It was kind of intimidating how professional she was about it, to be honest.”

“This is the plan,” Haechan asserted, like he had been waiting the entire time to show how much of a mastermind he was. “Yangyang’s gonna call tomorrow before his appointment and let them know that he had an accident or something,” he quickly explained, ignoring Yangyang’s whine of how bad he was at lying. “And then he’ll say that he sent someone to replace him and BOOM! You show up with your STD test results and your monster cock and she falls in love.”

“Then he would have to go get tested right now,” Renjun said, entertaining Haechan’s plan.

“No need!” Haechan laughed like he was revealing the biggest plot twist. “Because last week, I forced Mark to go with me to get my annual check up and he ended up getting tested since he was already there. Who saved the day again? ME!”

“Problem solved, then,” Jaemin beamed, like it was actually that easy.

 Mark nodded slowly and then, when he actually processed what he was agreeing to, he shook his head violently. “No, no way. I can’t do it.”

“What?!” Jeno asked. “Man, you have to!”

“I- I just can’t,” Mark stuttered.

“What, is she ugly?” Jeno asked incredulously. 

“No,” both Mark and Yangyang answered immediately. Mark narrowed his eyes and glared at Yangyang who didn’t seem to think he said anything wrong. “What? She really isn’t,” he tried to defend himself.

Mark sighed. “I literally just met her. I haven’t even asked her out. How am I supposed to-...do that?,” he admitted.

“I understand this may not be your ideal version of a fated meeting,” Renjun spoke in a calming manner. “But if you want to take things slowly, you must know that she will be testing all these…sex potions with somebody else. Are you okay with that?”

Mark shook his head and clenched his fists, biting his lip. Hell, no.  He could never be okay with anybody else touching you now that he met you. But that was exactly what was going to happen if he didn’t man up and showed up to get a platonic blowjob from his mate who didn’t know was his mate and would suck him off for science/magic purposes only. 

 And so, Mark found himself standing outside your store the next evening, wearing an expensive hoodie (to keep it casual, but not broke), gray sweatpants that, according to Haechan, accentuated the goods, brand new boxers and holding a neat folder with his check-up results printed in his hands.He took a deep breath in and stepped towards the door, before stopping himself again but this time the door opened from the inside,and  he was greeted with Jeonghan’s impassive face. 

“Are you gonna come in or not? It stresses me out to see you having whatever internal battle this is in front of my store,” Jeonghan said.

“No-I mean, yes! I was just about-...uh, my brother asked me to- well, he like, sent me to-...,” Mark struggled to get to the point and ended up just giving Jeonghan the folder he was holding. Jeonghan grabbed the folder with a puzzled look, which quickly became one of amusement as he opened it and understood what he had in his hands. 

“You’re Yangyang’s replacement?” he asked, his tone slightly playful.

“Uh, yes…if that’s okay,” Mark said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. What if he wasn’t what they were looking for?

“Well, you’re clean and you seem to have a decent size,” Jeonghan pointed out, looking at Mark’s crotch shamelessly. “I’ll just need to ask you a few questions to make sure we’re good to go. You’re also allowed to ask us anything and back down if you feel it’s too much for you,” he explained, making space for Mark to enter the shop and then hanging a sign indicating that they were closed. He then guided Mark to the room where he had first met you before he had any time to prepare himself. “Hey, Y/N, look who’s back!”

You were not expecting to see Mark at all after what had happened last time. First of all, he had literally fainted in your store, which you thought was enough to make him not want to go back there ever. Secondly, he didn’t seem like the type of guy who would casually go to a sex shop. But there he was, standing in front of you and stuttering something about wanting to volunteer for potion testing. As he was speaking, you found yourself looking down and vividly staring at his dick print, salivating at the idea of having him in your mouth. When you looked back up, your eyes met Jeonghan’s knowing ones and you knew he had caught you red handed. Okay you had a tiny crush on this Mark guy, but what you were about to do was strictly professional. 

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this? Didn’t you go into rut recently?” you asked, indicating for him to sit down in the chair across yours, as Jeonghan took a sit next to you, going over some papers and taking notes. 

“I’m fine. Also…I’m sorry for last time,” Mark rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It must have been shocking.”

“Don’t apologize for that. I-...” you quickly corrected yourself. “We are glad you’re okay. If you want to do this we need to ask you a few questions first, is that okay?”

When Mark nodded, Jeonghan shot the first question. “Are you a virgin?”

“N-no,” Mark stuttered. “I’ve…I’ve had sex.”

“When was the last time you had sexual relationships?” you asked, trying not to make it noticeable that what you actually wanted to know was if he was seeing someone.

“Uh maybe 5 months ago? Or more, I’m not too sure, sorry.”

“No girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” Jeonghan asked, even though that was not one of the questions on the list.

“No, I’m single,” Mark stated more confidently, his eyes darting towards you nervously. 

“Would you be willing to participate in future testing for our products?” you asked, again trying not to show how much you wanted him to say yes.

“Yes,” Mark said firmly, this time staring right into your eyes. He wanted you to call him and only him for whatever you wanted to test. You blushed a little, but quickly hid your face behind some papers you pretended to be reading.

“Did you like the fleshlight?” Jeonghan asked as quickly as Mark answered the previous question, again, not following the script.

“Yes,” Mark answered honestly, caught off guard, and blushing furiously when he properly understood  what he had just admitted. Shit. Fuck. Okay, Mark, keep it cool, nothing wrong with using a fleshlight. Just move on to the next question. “But I split it open, s-sorry,” fuck why would you tell them that, Mark?!

“Oh?” Jeonghan was having the time of his life. “How come? Our toys are very resistant.”

“The toy was g-great! Amazing quality, very soft,” Mark cringed at his own words, because he had no idea how to rate a sex toy and it showed. “It’s just that ruts are… rough,” he said for a lack of a better word to describe how wild things got when his wolf consumed him.

 You gulped and cleared your throat while Jeonghan let out an impressed whistle and took some notes. “I guess we need to make them even more resistant, then,” you said. “Anyways, Jeonghan is going to measure you now so I’ll step out for a minute and come back when you’re ready, okay?”

When Mark agreed, you left the room and went straight to the restroom to wash your face and calm yourself down. Did he really break the toy with his dick? Fuck, he was going to destroy your throat. But then, he was the perfect candidate to test the potion; if you could deep throat him, it meant your creation had been successful. You took a deep breath in and drank the anti-gagging potion before you made your way to the potions room, waiting for your sign to go in. Then Jeonghan came out and wiggled his eyebrows at you, chuckling.

“I’ll bring you some honey and lemon tea for your throat tomorrow,” he said, winking at you and walking towards the counter to count today’s cash. “He’s all yours.”

You rolled your eyes and walked in. “Mark? are you ready?”

 Mark was standing, adjusting the hem of his sweatpants around his hips, giving you a teaser of his defined abdomen and hipbones. He blushed, and nodded. “So… how should we do this?”

“Just take a seat and let me do the rest,” you instructed, quickly kneeling in front of the chair he was now sitting in.

“Y/N,” he suddenly called your name, and his hand stopped yours from pulling the elastic of his pants down.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your heart dropping at the thought of being rejected. “Did you change your mind?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I was just wondering… Why are you trying the potion yourself? Couldn’t you have found somebody willing to test their gag reflex?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you muttered, distracting by the way his thumb was drawing gentle circles on the back of your hand. “But I find it hard to trust other people when it comes to feedback. This is my product so I want to make sure it works. Plus, I happen to have a strong gag reflex; everything makes me choke,” you shrugged, without noticing the way Mark’s breath stuttered. “So if someone can tell if this potion works, it’s me.”

Mark nodded and exhaled. “Is this the very first time you drink this potion?”

“No. I’ve tested it with inanimate objects, like some of the dildos we sell,” you said and Mark hoped you hadn’t noticed the way his dick twitched at the mental image of your pretty lips sucking on a toy. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna vomit all over you,” you chuckled, trying to ease the tension. You wanted Mark to relax, to feel safe with you. “Any more questions?”

 Oh, there was so much that Mark wanted to ask you, like what was your favorite color or if you liked flowers, but he knew it was not the right time, so he just shook his head and released your hand, letting you pull down the waistband carefully. Once you lowered his sweatpants slightly, you looked up at him, looking for any sign of discomfort, but besides the intense blushing that covered his face and ears, he seemed fine, so you took it further by pulling his boxers down enough to release his cock and you gasped out loud. Now you could understand how he managed to destroy the fleshlight.

When you stared at his dick for way too long,Mark got the wrong idea. “You d-don’t have to-“ he tried to say but he ended up hissing when you took him in your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s perfect,” you murmured before remembering you had to keep it professional. “For testing, I mean.”

“O-okay, okay g-glad to hear-ooh!” Mark definitely shouldn’t be trying to have a conversation right now. You had barely touched him and he was already half hard. He should be embarrassed, but he couldn’t even think when you were in your knees between his legs and stroking his cock like that.

 On your side, you knew you didn’t need to be jerking him off. The deal was just to put it in your mouth and see if it could reach your throat without gagging you, but it was like you had no control over your actions right now. Just like last time you had seen Mark, your heart was fluttering and you felt lightheaded and all you wanted was for him to feel good.

 Carefully, you flicked the head of his cock with your tongue, causing his back to arch and his hips to chase your mouth. “S-sorry,” he quickly apologized, already panting. 

“It’s fine,” you purred, your tone a bit too seductive to be professional. Fuck what was Mark doing to you? You were basically drooling as you trailed your tongue from the base to the tip. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

“Fuck,” Mark moaned, throwing his head back and clenching his fist on his sides, not quite knowing what to do with himself. “Y-yes,” he consented.

 You didn’t waste more time, guiding the head of his cock into your mouth and sucking softly, and delighting on the hushed curses that left Mark’s mouth. You worried the problem wouldn’t be your gag reflex; you had underestimated his girth, which was making it difficult to even fit him between your lips. You worked on relaxing your jaw and took a bit more of his cock in, trying your best not to let your teeth scratch him.

“Shit…Y/N,”  Mark sobbed, trembling under you, when his tip met your throat and you successfully swallowed around him.  One of his hands grabbing the hem of his hoodie and lifting it enough to expose his tense lower abdomen. You looked up through your eyelashes, enamored by the way his brows furrowed in pleasure and his chest rose and fell. Before you could think about what you were doing, your hands traveled up, caressing his waist and stomach, which contracted under your hands. Your head bobbed up and down slowly, still trying to remind yourself to be careful of his size in spite of his soft moans driving you crazy.

“Mark,” you call for him, swirling your tongue around the tip teasingly. “Mark,” you repeat when he doesn’t reply, eyes unfocused and mouth agape as he panted. He acknowledged you with a soft ‘hmm?’ and you spoke again. “I need you to fuck my mouth now,” you spoke casually, like you were talking about the weather and Mark could have died right there.

“Wha-,” he stuttered, trying not to panic. “W-what?!”

“I need to check if the potion is still effective when things get rough,” you blushed, hoping not to sound too desperate. In your defense, it was for the sake of the experiment, but a part of you really wanted Mark to fuck your mouth. “You don’t want to?” you whispered, suddenly considering that maybe he wasn’t into you and was only doing this for the money. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying himself as much as you thought. And that shouldn’t bothering you, but it was.

“It’s not that,” he sighed, trying to ignore how hard he was and how badly he did want to face-fuck you. “I’m-...I’m stronger than I look, Y/N. I would ruin you.”

“That’s the point,” you simply said, again trying to help him relax, but also god, did you want it. Mark groaned and clenched his eyes closed, a bead of precum sliding down the head of his cock to your hand that was jerking him off slowly. “So, no?” you asked one last time. Mark bit his lip and avoided your eyes, and you felt officially rejected. “That’s fine, I won’t force you,” you accepted your defeat, trying not to be too bitter about it, slowly letting go of his dick and getting ready to stand up and leave with some dignity. “Please tell Yangyang to come whenever he has time-”

 Now, that seemed to do it for Mark. Before you could stand up or finish speaking, he tangled his hand in your hair and pushed your head down onto him roughly. A guttural moan left his lips and you whined in surprise and looked up to him; his eyes had turned red and his jaw was clenched. Without a word he pulled your hair a little and thrusted his hips up sharply, causing you to let out a muffled cry. 

“Like this?” he panted, placing both his hands on your head and moving you up and down his length fast, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. “Is this what you w-wanted?” he growled, not even hiding how irritated he was at the thought of you sucking off his pack brother. The way your jaw stretched for him was uncomfortable, but you couldn’t deny this side of Mark was turning you on. You found yourself wondering if this was the way he treated that poor fleshlight. You also wondered if he had, at least for a second, thought of you during his rut. You moaned around him and his eyes rolled back. “Fuuuuck.”

 He quickly brought his eyes back to look at you, like he didn’t want to miss a single detail and thrusted his hips up into your mouth at the same time he guided your head up and down his cock, his moans becoming louder and more desperate, completely forgetting that Jeonghan could probably hear everything from the other room. You looked so pretty, and he hoped you knew that, so he said it.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he said, one of his hands caressing your cheek, while his other hand kept your head in place to take his slower but more forceful thrusts and swallow the salty precum that for some reason tasted addictive to you. You looked up to him, surprised at the sudden gentle words. You knew for a fact there was no way you looked pretty when you were a drooling mess, with sloppy hair and a dick down your throat, but his mouth hanging open in pleasure, forming a perfect ‘o’ shape and the way he looked at you with those intense red eyes filled with lust and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on somehow made you feel like the prettiest girl on earth. You tried your best to hollow your cheeks and swallow around his length and Mark finally lost it, letting out a loud moan that sounded like your name mixed with profanities as hot and thick liquid invaded your tastebuds. Mark kept your head right there while he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm, making sure you swallowed every drop and caressing your hair and praising you until he lost all strength and let his body relax on the chair, releasing the hold he had on you. You let go of his cock with a soft ‘pop’, pulled his pants and boxers back up and rested your head on his thigh, trying to catch your breath and clenching your thighs to get some relief, incredibly aroused. 

“W-was that okay?” Mark asked after a while, hoping you didn’t hate him.

“Yeah…” you replied dreamingly, feeling lightheaded. “Perfect.”

“Y/N,” Mark breathed out, caressing your hair and looking at you lovingly. “Can I…Would you let me make you feel good too?”

“Huh?” you croaked, looking up at him. Mark inhaled deeply and sighed, focusing his eyes on your crotch and then you remembered that wolves had an enhanced sense of smell.He could surely smell how wet you were. How embarrassing. “Oh, no! Don’t worry about it,” you said, standing up too quickly and almost falling because your legs were not ready for that. Mark immediately stood up and caught you in his arms, pulling your body and face dangerously close to his. “I- it’s…,” you tried to speak, but it was hard when Mark was close enough to kiss you. “You don’t h-have to, r-really,”

“I want to,” Mark whispered like he was hypnotized, licking his lips and staring at yours hungrily. “Please let me…” 

 Oh, he was trouble. You wanted to say yes to anything he asked from you. But your prideful side reminded you that you had had to basically beg him to fuck your mouth. It wasn’t like he actually wanted you. “No need,” you finally said, pushing him away gently and turning around to search for his payment. You came back to him and offered him an envelope with cash. “Thank you for your help. It looks like the potion works perfectly,” you said politely, becoming your professional persona again, much to Mark’s disappointment. 

He looked from the envelope to your face, until he remembered that, according to you, what had just happened was all business. The fact that you would go on thinking that he would just let anyone suck him off for money made him feel physically ill, but then, he is the one who showed up for the job. He looked away and nodded, before taking the envelope and stuffing it into the pocket of his hoodie, without sparing it a glance. “No problem,” he muttered, dragging his feet towards the exit, but he stopped himself after a couple of steps, addressing you. “Hey, Y/N! Uh… do you, like, maybe- I was wondering if you,” just ask for her number,dude. Why can’t you do it?! “Is there any other potion you need to try?” he asked instead. Mark, you fucking loser.

“Uh…” you pondered for a few seconds. You would love to see him again, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. But he did say he would be willing to participate in future testing during the interview. “There’s something I’m working on these days,” you admitted shyly, shifting around because of the uncomfortable stickiness between your legs. 

“Call me,” Mark said quickly. “Whenever you want to try a new product, call me first,” he added, pointing at the folder where Jeonghan had written all his information, including his phone number. “I’ll t-try them out… with you.”

“O-okay,” you knew you were blushing and you couldn’t even hide the small smile on your lips. Again, you tried not to let it get to your head; for all you knew he could just be desperate for more cash. “We’ll let you know.”

 As soon as Mark got home, he was met with uncountable indiscreet questions. The entire house, and maybe the neighborhood knew he had been out there getting a blowjob.

“Did she fall for you?” Haechan asked, coming from the kitchen with a bottle of champagne ready to be opened. 

“Not even close,” Mark grunted. 

“What?!” he lowered the bottle, disappointed.”What happened?!” 

“She gave me the best orgasm of my life and then gave me money,making it very clear it had been for the sake of her business,” Mark muttered, plopping on the couch as his brothers surrounded him with curious eyes. “Didn’t even let me return the favor…”

“So this is it?” Chenle butted in. “You’re giving up?”

“No, I… I told her I was willing to volunteer to test other products and she said she would let me know if something came up.”

Some of the guys gave each other skeptical looks, communicating with their eyes that they thought you wouldn’t call Mark.

“No. You’re going to that store every damn day if you have to,” Haechan said stubbornly.

“Just because it worked for you, it doesn’t mean it will work for everyone,” Mark sighed, remembering how Haechan had showed up in their mate’s store everyday for months to win her over. “A guy going to a sex shop everyday? She’ll think I’m a perv.”

“Persistence is key,” Haechan insisted, but Mark wasn’t listening anymore. He stood up and left to lock himself in his room, leaning against the door. He took the cash envelope out of his pocket and threw it somewhere on the floor, letting out a frustrated groan. He should have asked for your number like a normal man interested in a woman. Why did he have to be such a coward? He probably wouldn’t hear from you again.

…But he did. After a couple of weeks of him watching the store from afar (while Haechan straight up went to the store and bought whatever just to make sure you weren’t testing any potions with somebody else), one morning he got a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” he murmured lethargically, still half asleep.

“Hello? Is this, uh…Mark Lee?” your voice asked on the other side of the line.

“Y/N, shit-,” he sat up immediately as soon as he recognised your voice. “Sorry, I was- Y-yes, this is M-mark.”

“Hi, Mark, this is Y/N ,from Pandora’s Box,” you introduced yourself even though you had clearly heard him say your name. “We were wondering if you were still interested in helping us test our products,” you recited just like you had practiced a thousand times before making the call.

“Yes, please!” Mark answered way too quickly. “I mean, I would love to- I… sure, I can help.”

“Would you be available Saturday night?”

“Y-yeah, Saturday sounds great,” honestly, he would have showed up in his pajamas right now if you had asked him to.

“Great! I’ll text you the address. Save my number!” you said quickly and hung up before he could question if it all had been a dream. You put the phone down and glared at Jeonghan. “Happy now?” you asked him sarcastically and he laughed.

“Now, that wasn’t that hard, was it?” he asked back. He had been teasing you ever since the last time Mark had visited the store. Being your best friend meant he could immediately tell when you liked someone and you really really liked Mark. So Jeonghan, being the good friend he was, had been pestering you day and night to call Mark directly instead of recruiting new volunteers to test your potion. 

Still on his bed, Mark was having a thousand different thoughts a second. You’d said you would send him an address. So you wouldn’t meet at the store? And you also told him to save your number… so the phone you used to call him had to be yours, right? Oh god, was this like a date? Just then, a notification of a message from the same number popped up, informing him of the address he had to go to the next day. Nothing more, and nothing less. He bit his lip nervously. Why did you have to keep treating everything like a job? Would it kill you to send an emoji? But he told himself this was no time to be pessimistic. You had called him, and that was a good start.

 And here he was now, on a Saturday night, ringing the bell of an apartment and trying to control his anxiety. 

“Mark?” He was met with your flustered face when you opened the door, wearing an oversized shirt that had him wondering if you were completely bare under it. “You’re early!” you said, pulling the hem of the shirt lower to cover you better. “S-sorry, come in! I’ll just get changed quickly.”

“You don’t have to!” Mark said way too fast, having a hard time to stop looking at your thighs. “I m-mean, you can if you want to, but I…I don’t mind… like, at all.”

You blushed and stared at Mark, not knowing how to reply to that, because he was obviously checking you out.

“I mean, this is your house,” Mark stated. It wasn’t a question; your scent was everywhere. “You get to wear whatever you want, right?” he shrugged, hoping he wasn’t making it that obvious that he didn’t want you to cover up. “Why are we meeting here, by the way?”

“I thought some privacy would be nice,” you said, remembering how Jeonghan made fun of you because of how loud Mark had been last time. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“Not all all.”

“Cool,” you sighed. “I just need to add a couple of ingredients and the potion will be ready. Make yourself at home,” you made your way towards the kitchen, deciding not to change clothes, partly because your current outfit was comfortable, but mostly because you secretly enjoyed Mark’s eyes on your body.

Instead of finding a seat and killing time on his phone, Mark followed you, hoping you didn’t mind some company. He leaned against the fridge as he watched you do your thing, trying to come up with something to say to start a conversation.

“How’s your throat?” he finally asked, watching you almost drop the spoon you were holding. 

“Fine,” you gave him a short answer. He didn’t need to know you could barely speak for a couple of days after you deepthroated him.

“Good to hear,” he whispered, watching you with doting eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed. Maybe it was because your aroma was surrounding him, but he found himself feeling more relaxed and open to speak without filtering his words.

“You didn’t hurt me,” you assured him, not daring to look at him and focusing on your potion instead. “You were…really good.”

“Yeah?” he purred, feeling lightheaded by the domestic view of you wearing nothing but an oversized shirt in the kitchen, wishing he could see this everyday of his life.

“Y-yeah,” you gulped,feeling his eyes boring into you. “Okay, uh-I’m gonna need a drop of your blood,” you changed the topic quickly.

“Sure,” Mark didn’t even question it. You could have all of him. He walked towards you and let you grab his hand, using a needle to prick his index finger as fast and unpainfully as you could, letting a single drop of his blood pour into the cauldron. Immediately after, you did the same to your own finger, letting your blood mix with his in the potion. “What does this potion do?” Mark asked.

You gave him a surprised look. “Didn’t I tell you on the phone?”

Mark shook his head, chuckling. You remembered how you were so nervous you hung up on him as soon as he agreed to help.

“And you still came? Without even knowing-” you gasped when Mark took your hand into his and slid your injured finger into his mouth, softly sucking on it.

“Does it hurt?” he asked gently, giving it little licks,  completely forgetting the conversation you were having just now.

“N-no,” you sighed, confused and nervous at the loving way Mark had been behaving ever since he entered your place. Maybe he was just being nice and you were imagining things. “Anyways, about the potion,” you raised your voice in panic, removing your hand from his and going back to mixing the potion. “It will make you feel what your partner feels. This way, people can know if what they are doing is enjoyable and no one needs to fake their orgasms.”

“Have you?”

“Have I what?” you asked, now pouring the bright pink potion in two different glasses and offering one to him.

“Faked an orgasm?”

“Of course. Not like men care enough to check,” you said, hearing Mark tsk next to you. “So, after we drink this potion, I would need you to touch yourself,” you swallowed nervously, hoping not to scare Mark away with your straightforwardness. “ Nothing too wild, just something that feels good to you and we’ll see if I feel it too… if you are still up for it?”

Mark raised an eyebrow and straight up drank the potion, not leaving a single drop behind. He wouldn’t even dream of letting you try that out with somebody else. “Well?” he asked, tilting his head towards your glass. You hesitated for a moment before drinking the potion too.

“S-so, you can use the bathroom and uh-...do whatever you need t-to do,” you stuttered nervously, showing him where the bathroom was and letting him have some privacy. You assumed he would probably need to watch some porn on his phone or something, but you had no idea your scent already had him on edge. As soon as you sat down on the sofa, you felt a tingling sensation on your neck, which traveled to your shoulders and then your arms. And then it clicked; you were feeling his fingers. He was gently caressing his own body like he would to a lover and you could feel it on yourself. You gasped when the invisible fingers ran down your chest and grazed your nipples softly before toying with them. Oh fuck, the potion really worked.

Mark never took his sweet time like this when touching himself, but just thinking that he was indirectly touching you made him want to seize the opportunity. He closed his eyes and let his hands move like they were exploring your body. He teased himself by running his hands up and down his abdomen several times, always stopping at the waistband before sneaking only the tip of his fingers in, imagining you begging him to get to it.

In the other room, you were mentally begging for him. His faint touches had you trembling and wanting to touch yourself. You didn’t, because you knew he would feel it if you were pleasuring yourself and it would be embarrassing, but god you wanted to. Thankfully, Mark seemed to have mercy on himself-on you- and slid his hand past his boxers, fully palming himself and letting out a moan that echoed past the bathroom walls. You bit your lip to suppress the moan that almost escaped you, quickly crossing your legs at the sudden stimulation, arching your back when you felt slow circles being drawn on your clit. Shit, he was teasing the head of his cock, going from slow big circles to tiny fast ones that had you squirming on your seat. That’s when it hit you that he wasn’t doing this to himself, but to you. This fucker was doing it intentionally. 

 Mark started stroking his cock furiously, knowing it would take you by surprise and smirking victoriously when he heard a whine coming from the living room. He was so thankful for his enhanced hearing right now, because he could hear every little gasp you let out like you were right in front of him. When he felt himself close to his climax he stopped moving his hand and chuckled at the way you whimpered. He pulled his pants back up and exited the bathroom to find you in the living room.

“Did it work?” he asked innocently, trying not to laugh at your frustrated, blushing face. You cleared your throat and opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again and nodded. He eyed you up and licked his lips, before sitting on the couch in front of you. “Shouldn’t we test if it works both ways?”

“W-what?” you croaked, breathing heavily. 

“Don’t you need to know if I feel what your body feels too?” he asked, scanning your body carefully.

Even in your aroused state, you knew he was making sense. Plus, you were so close and desperate to cum you didn’t care if it was embarrassing anymore. But you also wanted to get back at him for teasing you. So you obliged, sliding one of your hands under your shirt right there in front of him. His breath hitched and his eyes widened when he saw what you were doing.He was a bit disappointed when he saw that you were in fact wearing a pair of shorts under your shirt, but he wasn’t going to complain when he had you groping your tits in front of him. He sighed shakily at the way you floundered your breasts, occasionally teasing your nipples.

“Can you feel it?” you asked.

Mark licked his lips and shifted on his seat. If he admitted he felt it, would it be over?Would you give him money and kick him out again? He had to make it last. “I-...I’m not too sure. My nipples are not very sensitive so m-maybe…you could touch somewhere else?” he asked hopefully, letting his eyes fixate on your crotch. 

“You’re not sensitive there?” you teased, sliding your hands down your stomach to your shorts. “But you were touching them so much earlier…”

“Did you like it?” he asked hopefully, his body leaning forward and falling on his knees on the floor, slowly crawling towards you and breathing heavily..

“This isn’t about my pleasure,” you sighed, your words contradicting how wet you were when your fingers made contact with your pussy.

“Why not?” Mark asked, on his knees in front of you, looking at your fingers move up and down under the fabric of your shorts.He swallowed back a moan at the way your teasing touch felt on his own body thanks to the potion. “Why can’t it be?”

“I just w-want the best for my b-business,” you said stubbornly between moans, getting closer to your orgasm when a pair of strong hands stopped yours from moving and you gasped. “M-mark?” 

“Then we should test this shit right, don’t you think?” Mark asked through gritted teeth, his eyes displaying the same red color you saw when he fucked your throat weeks ago. 

“T-test it right?” you repeated dumbly, as he took your hand out of your shorts.

“Do you normally just meet up with sexual partners, watch each other touch themselves and call it a day?” Mark asked you nonchalantly. 

“N-no, but…”

“Isn’t the entire point of this to feel if our partner likes what we do to them?” he clarified, gently placing his hands on each of your knees.

 You froze at his words. Was he suggesting you touched each other? You already liked him way too much for what would be a normal crush. You knew you would fall for him badly if you two went any further.

“Let me,” Mark pleaded, moving his palms up and down your thighs and applying more pressure on a spot on your inner thigh he literally felt you liked better. 

Would it really be that bad to give in? To enjoy yourself a little? To allow yourself to feel something for him?

“Okay…” you finally said and Mark didn’t waste a single second more, pulling your tiny shorts off and groaning at the sight of your wet panties sticking to your pussy. He licked you languidly through the thin fabric and moaned loudly at both the way you tasted and his own body receiving the pleasure he was giving you. 

“O-oh my god,” he whined leaning back in, this time more aggressively, moving his head up and down and lapping and sucking brutally.

“F-fuck,” you moaned, trying to close your legs around Mark’s head, who didn’t seem to care at all. He hummed and slid his hands up your thighs to your ass, grabbing your buttcheeks and pushing you against him harder, which made you tremble and throw your head back. “Mark, oh god, M-mark I’m-...I’m gonna-”

Mark knew. He felt how close you had been to coming so many times in the last half an hour. He himself was close too, so he used one of his hands to stroke himself in sync with his tongue, bringing both of you to such a powerful orgasm you couldn’t even moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body tensed. Your legs fell off Mark’s shoulders as he continued licking you obsessively. 

“Mark,” you moaned, trying to push his head away weakly. “I’m s-sensitive, Mark.”

Again, he knew. He was trembling himself at the overstimulation, but he didn’t want it to end. “Please,” he whined when you managed to put some distance between you. “Just a little bit more, please,” he begged desperately tugging at your panties which ended up tearing apart in his hands. You gasped and he looked at the ruined material he was holding in his hands. He seemed as confused as you were. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he muttered. You remembered how he had told you that he was stronger than he looked, how he had broken one of your best selling toys and now he had destroyed a pair of panties without even trying. Fuck, the things he could do to you. 

You loved it.

You loved him.

Wait, what? You knew your crush on him was weird, because of how your body reacted to your first encounter, how your mind would go to him 24/7 and how you really wanted him to…bite you?? You looked at him, on his knees, staring back at you cautiously; almost like he could tell what you were thinking, like he felt what you felt not only physically…but emotionally. The potion had worked so well, you could feel everything the other felt. The lust, love, possessiveness, the need he had to mate you, you felt it all. 

He had imprinted on you.

“Y/N…” he could sense it; you were terrified. He reached for your hand, but you quickly stood up, pulling your shirt down and walking away from him with wobbly legs, ignoring your ripped panties sliding down your legs. “Y/N, come on…” he called, standing up and going after you, stopping when you turned back to him, offering him an envelope with his payment. 

“Thank you for your help,” you said robotically, looking at the door instead of him, indicating it was his time to leave. 

Mark glared darkly at the damn envelope in your hands. There you went again, being intimate with him, making him feel like his heart could burst out of happiness and then throwing cash at him like he was a hooker. Why did you have to make it feel so dirty? He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to let you go, but maybe he shouldn’t push it too hard. Maybe you needed some space and you could talk later.

“Keep the money,” he sighed, walking uncomfortably towards the door due to the stickiness in his pants. “See you.”

“You won’t,” you spitted, flinching when he turned around quickly and glared at you. “We w-won’t be calling you for future testing.”

Mark tightened his jaw and stared at you for what felt like an entire minute before he decided he was done being the nice guy. Fuck it. If this was the last time he would see you, he wanted to at least know what your fucking problem was. 

“Why not?” he asked, walking towards you and feeling the anxiety build up in your body while you took some steps back. “Didn’t I satisfy you?”

You looked away. You knew it wasn’t fair to treat him like he was part of a transaction, but you didn’t think you were ready for what a wolf imprinted on you meant.

“We came at the same time, didn’t we? We felt everything the other person felt-we still do,” he continued, chuckling when he felt the way your heart skipped a beat at his words. “Didn’t I prove my worth as a test subject? Aren’t I the perfect little toy you wanted?”

His words were playful, but you felt the pain and anger behind them.

“You’re not a toy,” you said as firmly as you could.

“Then don’t treat me like one,” Mark growled. 

“When did I ever-”

“You keep shoving money into my pocket and kicking me out as soon as you’re done with me-”

“That was the deal!” you yelled exasperatedly.

“Screw the deal!” he raised his voice too. “ I can literally feel how much you want me. How much you want me to stay. So why are you making me leave? How long are you going to play with my feelings?” he paused, taking a deep breath in and trying to tune into your emotions, trying his best to understand you. “Are you-...afraid of me?” The way your level of anxiety skyrocketed gave him the answer he needed. “Why? B-because I’m a werewolf? Because of my strength?” he asked sadly.

“No, that’s…that’s not a problem for me,” you admitted shyly. Not wanting to say you were into that.

“Then what are you afraid of?” he asked.

“You imprinted on me,” you confronted him.

“...Yes,” he calmly confessed.

“These…feelings,” you tried to explain, pointing at your body vaguely. “All these things you’re feeling right now, and that now I can feel too… do you- do you feel them all the t-time?”

“Yeah, especially when I think about you,” he sighed. “...which is pretty much all the time.”

“H-how-” you breathed with difficulty. “How do you c-control them? They are so…intense.”

“I don’t,” Mark simply said. “I tried to tone them down at first, but I just made it harder for myself. I accept them and let them control me once in a while.”

“L-let them control you?!” you repeated incredulously. 

“Ah, so this is what this is about,” Mark threw his head back and let out a breathy laugh. “You have control issues.”

 You scoffed, walking angrily towards the kitchen. Not that you had anything to do there, you just wanted to get away.

“Am I wrong?” he challenged, chasing after you. “You’re annoyed because you can’t control the way you feel for me,” he cornered you against the kitchen counter, making you face his red eyes. “And you can’t control me.”

 You visibly shivered at that. “Mark…” 

“I came here because I wanted you. I ate you out because I’ve wanted to taste you since I first saw you. I love feeling this way about you and I have no intention of controlling it,” he whispered, taking a step closer to you, leaving almost no space between you.

 You breathed heavily. His feelings were too intense for your body to take. “Then who’s g-going to be in control?” you asked nervously.

He chuckled. “None of us,” he replied like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Just let go,” he purred against your lips. “Allow yourself to feel it. Feel me.”

So you did. You crashed your lips against his and brought his body into yours desperately, tugging at his hair and moaning wantonly. He cursed under his breath and shoved his tongue into your mouth, tasting every bit of you he could. You pulled away to breath, which was still hard with how tense you were. “Relax,” Mark murmured, kissing down your neck and nipping at your collarbones. “Feel everything. I got you, pretty girl.”

 You inhaled and exhaled slowly, feeling all tension leave your body while Mark’s mouth and hands worshiped your body. A warm sensation filled you and a shiver ran down your spine when you allowed yourself to lose control. “F-fuck, oh my god, Mark-” you moaned out loud when he took your shirt off and attached himself to your tits, licking them obscenely. There was nothing soft and gentle about the way you both were behaving, with your fingers pulling his hair and him humping you desperately, like you both couldn’t wait any longer. The fact that you could feel anything the other could, made it a thousand times more intense. 

“F-fuck I’m gonna cum like this,” Mark whined, rutting his clothed cock against your bare pussy faster, burying his head between your breasts and holding your body tightly against his. The constant friction on your clit had you gasping for air and you soon felt yourself cumming, staining his pants and shaking at the second orgasm you two had shared that night. 

Before you had any time to recover, Mark lifted you off the ground and sat you on the kitchen counter, taking his shirt off and stepping out of his pants and boxers carelessly. He positioned himself between your legs and pressed his naked body against yours, bringing your lips to his for another passionate kiss, and allowing his hands to touch every corner of you. 

Unconsciously you found yourself pressing your hips into his, moaning at the wet sounds that could be heard whenever his cock moved against your wet pussy. He was panting heavily into the messy kiss, physically shaking because of how much he wanted to be inside of you.

“Put it in, god, please, put it in,” you begged him.

“Shit, Y/N,” he groaned, giving you one last kiss before lining up his cock with your entrance and wincing when he could barely slide the tip in. “Y/N, y-you can’t take it-”

“I can, please-please Mark I...,” you slurred your words, grabbing his hips and trying to force him deeper into you. “I c-can.”

“You’re in pain, Y/N,” Mark hissed. The effects of the potion had faded away, but he wasn’t an idiot. He only needed to look at his size and then at yours.

“But, Mark,” you whined, kissing a spot on his neck that had him moaning out loud. “I really want it.”

He took a moment to think.He wanted it too, but he didn’t want to hurt you. 

“J-just go slowly, hmm?” you suggested as an alternative to stopping completely. 

Mark nodded. Slow, yeah. He could do that. “D-don’t move,” he warned you, sliding just a tiny bit more of his huge dick into your tight wet hole and groaning when your walls contracted around him. Okay, maybe he couldn’t do it. “Y/N, don’t do that…”

 He looked up to your face and saw that it was pointless to give you any orders right now. Your unfocused eyes and the way you bit your lip created an erotic sight that he would never be able to forget. “Fuck, Y/N” he pushed into you some more while looking at your blissful face and laughed in disbelief. “You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?” he asked. When you only nodded dumbly, he inhaled sharply and kissed you hungrily, snapping his hips into yours harshly and holding your spasming body against his.

“Shit, d-did you just come?!” Mark asked incredulously, delivering kisses on the corner of your lips and all over your face while you sobbed. “You’re f-fucking insane, did you k-know that?” he spoke as he started fucking you fast and rough from the get go. “So pretty and s-sensitive, just for me.”

“S-so big,” you cried out.

“Yeah?” he cooed, changing the way he was fucking you to slow but deep. “Too big for my pretty girl?” god, he just loved how your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands reached blindly for something to hold onto, dropping a few kitchen supplies into the floor. “But you said you c-could take it, didn’t you?” he asked, thrusting into you particularly hard and making you scream.

“I gah-I c-can, I can,” you insisted, tears running down your face, which Mark quickly wiped off before he kissed you. “F-uh, faster-” you whined in between kisses.

“Faster?” Mark’s crimson eyes gleamed mischievously, and his hips snapped into yours fast twice, teasing you. “Is this no good?” he asked, resuming his slow pace at sliding in and out of you. You shook your head and tried to bring him closer with your legs around his waist. “Don’t you want to feel every.inch.of.me?” he hissed, accentuated each of the last words with sharp thrusts into your pussy.

You murmured something that Mark couldn’t quite understand, so he stopped his movements to let you catch your breath. “What was that?” he asked you, caressing your cheek. “Tell me, pretty girl.”

“B-bite me…” you croaked weakly.

 Mark’s cock twitched inside of you and it took all of his self control not to come right in that moment. 

“Don’t play with me, Y/N…” he warned you.

You shook your head, moving your hips against his and pulling his hair to bring him dangerously close to your neck. He gasped, salivating at the chance he was being given.

“Bite me, Mark…” you repeated and shuddered when he snarled against your skin and sank his teeth into your neck. You mewled and threw your head back, holding onto his shoulders. “O-oh god, Mark, M-mark fuck-ah!” 

 Without detaching his mouth from your neck, Mark went back to fucking you, this time fast and animalistically like you had asked him to, the pace so fierce that your moans were coming out as staccatos. 

“Uh-uh-aah-ah fuck-fuck, Ma-ark!” you sobbed, sure he was gonna break you, but loving every second of it. 

Mark could not stop as his cock started growing inside of you. “Y/N, Y/N shiiit gonna-...gonna k-knot you fuh- fuck, s-so pretty,” he panted against your neck, giving it gentle kisses as an apology for what he was about to do. “Oh, fuck- ooooh yeah, y-yeah-” he gasped and plunged into you viciously fast, letting his eyes roll to the back of his head and drooling all over your neck  as his abdomen contracted and spurts of cum spilled into you, knot securing it all inside your tight pussy. “Y/N-...Y/N, fuck,” he groaned as you scratched his back, leaving angry red marks all over him.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out once his fluttering heart calmed down enough for him to speak. “My pretty girl,” he purred, pecking your neck and then looking for your lips to kiss you lovingly. “All mine.”

“Yours,” you murmured against his lips, allowing him to kiss you again and again. "And you're mine."

“Does that mean you won’t try your potions on other men?” he asked you, half joking, half serious. 

“Why would I need to? You’re my perfect little toy, after all,” you teased him back, making him groan at the way you used his own words against him. “I’m joking.You’re not a toy,” you clarified, kissing him sweetly and looking into his eyes. “But you’re perfect.”

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: Inches Pt. 2

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan ; avatar: way of the water

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!fem!reader

warnings: aged up!neteyam, aged up!reader, fluff and smut (MINORS DNI), p in v, f¡ngering, praise kink (kinda), degradation kink if you seriously squint, not proofread. I’m bad at tagging

request: yes | no

summary: Neteyam catches Y/n & her friends talking about inches (and if escalates from there)

a/n: this is (as the titles says) part 2 of my work Inches. I’m still tryna decide whether there is a part 3 or not. Anyways, it’s not required to read the first part, but it will make a lot more sense if you do. I mostly listened to Lana Del Ray, Mitski & the Weeknd while writing this. Also, by not proofread, I mean not proofread. I found at least 2 German words when skimming through so I apologise I’m advance. Feel free to send in requests !!

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Dirty things Neteyam does that you like

[He do or he does ? Hm, nevermind...

Neteyam is aged-up unless stated otherwise]

Being kind. Like I'm sorry but it's a big turn on. He smiles to everyone, helps everyone, he is honest, fair, brave; he always listen carefully to everyone requests and do his best to fulfill them. He's a sweetheart and he has a pretty smile. So why are you aroused every time you see him help an old Na'vi ? Why are you horny everytime you see him help his mother cook ? Because you knoooow. You know that the boy isn't like this when it's just the two of you. Don't get me wrong he's a darling with you, always helping you around, carrying you on his back and making you laugh. But when it comes to more...suggestive things, he's MEAN. I just know that he is a mean dom. The kind of guy who will make you cry after teasing you endlessly without giving you his dick and then fake sympathy. So when you see him being nice to everyone you just remember how mean he can be when he is fucking you.

"Oh, my love, crying over my dick. You poor baby."

"My sweet girl, do you want it ? I'm gonna give it to you. Or not..?"

That boy love to pull something while fucking you. He ALWAYS have something in his hand. Like that one time where he was pulling your tail while fingering you, or when he was pulling your hair while you two were making out. Oh ! And when he was pulling your arms while fucking you from behind - this one isn't your favorite but he really likes it. He needs to pull on something because your reactions are so cute ♡ You whimper, pant, moan, and sometimes, when it's too much, you cry. He loves those sounds and he loves the fact that it brings him a feeling of power (?) ♡

"What ? Am I pulling it too hard ? But your tail was practically begging to be held, it was wagging so frantically."

"Love it when you're so malleable."

PRAISES. You should love praises. I just KNOW that Neteyam is the kind of boyfriend who will tease you as if he was degrading you but yet still praises you to no end. Sweet nicknames between two laughs, comforting touch between two rough fuck. The man would LIVE to let you know how pretty you are and how good you are to him, letting him fuck you anywhere and everywhere. You would definitely love hearing him telling you how good you are sucking him or how well you take his dick. It helped with your self consciousness and he knows it. You just love being called a good girl ♡

"Ah, you're doing so good, my perfect and pretty little mate..."

"You love being praised, don't you ? I can feel the way you're clenching around me whenever I call you my good girl."

Last but not least, Neteyam fucks you everywhere. Like, at this point it's concerning. It's been a recurrent topic in my Neteyam pics but yeah, daddy's son can fuck you everywhere. There's two reason; First, he's horny and you are pretty, can you blame him ? I said it before, pussy drunk Neteyam is a must. Like just imagine that you are in the middle of a feast and suddenly he's all about 'nice to see y’all but we gotta go for a bit, we'll be back'. You follow him because he asked you to, but turns out he just wanted to fuck you behind some rock or tree. Or you would be training with the Tsahik when he would come, all smiles, and gently ask if he can take you because 'you need to eat something and rest a bit'. Rest what ? He just wanted to suck on your breast with his fingers deep inside of your cunt. The second reason is because he wants to know how long his 'nice' act would last. He would love acting all innocent in front of his people when he knows that he's just going to fuck you somewhere not so private. How long until someone notice what's behind his smile ? You two bet on it.

"Can I borrow her ? We have some unfinished business..."

"I love seeing their face when they think that we are going to do some leader things when in fact you're just going to open those pretty legs of yours to let me do my things."

"What about the place that we saw last week ? We can leave during tonight's feast to visit it." "..." "You know me so well my love. Yes, I just want to see you on your knees in the middle of the beautiful flowers."

"I think that Dad is suspicious. He will be the first to figure it out." "..." "No way, my mom don't know, wanna bet on that ? If you're wrong you will not cum for a whole week."

"Qu-Quiet love or else they will know that I'm ravaging you. They are barely a few feet away you know ? You know what- Ah- Keep moaning, I want them to ear."

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The other way around —> Dirty things you do that Neteyam likes

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Please Come Back- D.S.C

Pairing: Husband!Winwin x Female!reader

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings: Boob play, Praise Slight degradation, Fingering, Nicknames, Doggy style, Creaming, Unsafe sex (Please stay safe and use protection!), Cheating, Divorce, Mentions of miscarraige, alcohol.

Words: 12.9 k

A/n: I would appreciate opinions on this one very deeply since this is a piece I’ve been working on for a long while. It feels empty that it’s finally done, and it’s my first piece that’s this long. Enjoy reading <3 and I have to tell you, read it with Stay by Chanyeol on repeat you'll cry, I did.

Taglist: @sparklysung, @tryingtolovemaself, @rteii, @eggbutnotyolk, @d1nne

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You were tired. So fucking tired of Sicheng and his shit. 15 years, and not once in the last few years has he looked at you lovingly. Hugged you properly. Touched you lovingly. Your marriage was falling apart and you were the only one that cared. Gave a shit. Dong Sicheng didn’t care about anything, that’s how it seemed to you.

“You’re home,” your mental health which was quite fine the day deteriorated quickly. Sicheng spares you a glance and nods, walking straight to your shared bedroom.

“Where’s Ju?” he asked, loosening his tie. “She’s in her room, I think she’s studying. I’m not sure,’’ you gulp, feeling your heart heavy.

“I’ll take a shower, call Ju down to eat.” he sounded cold, like how he’s always been.

You were helplessly in love with him, which is what hurt you. Sometimes, you’re his princess. Other times, you’re his servant who takes care of his child and feeds him without payment. You get his outfit ready everyday, yet he chooses something else to wear. Even when he does choose something else to wear, he ends up wearing the outfit you chose most of the time. He can’t do shit without you, and he knows that. Yet, he treats you like a stranger. You’re glad he loves your child, but sometimes you need a little loving too.

You nodded and went up the stairs to call Ju to eat.

“Ju, come down, Sicheng’s home,” you called out, waiting for her to answer.

“Coming, Mom,” you heard her answer. You walked to the kitchen to get the food on the table by the time Winwin had finished his shower.

“Mom,” you heard Ju as you moved to the other side to take another serving bowl.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,”

“Me too,” Ju came closer and hugged you from the back, resting her small figure over your back.

Ju was your only child. After Ju was born, you and Winwin tried for a child and got pregnant about 4 times, all for no vail. Miscarage after miscarage, you and Winwin gave up on a second child. But that was back when he actually loved you. You struggled a lot after Ju’s birth, mentelly and physically. Winwin helped you through them, but somewhere on the road, he lost interest in his family. You were worried that if Ju notices Winwin being cold to you and the background of your relationship, she’d think of something. She’d get worried. So you always tried your best to cover up the open wounds between you two in the eyes of your 14 year old, but it wasn’t enough. She knew. She knew how you stayed with him, how much you endured just to keep your family together. You clearly remember the time Ju asked you if everything was okay between you and Winwin, and you ended up breaking down. She knows all your problems partly, and you try your best to appear well. Even when you’re not.

You placed the last side dish on the table and from the corner of your eye, you could see Sicheng coming out of the bedroom.

“Dad!” Ju ran towards her father enthusiastically, Winwin opened his arms happily. A smile appeared on his face as he hugged his daughter, kissing her on her forehead repeatedly.

“Where were you, Ju? I didn’t see you when I came home,” Winwin smiled at her enderlingly, which she returned.

“I was studying, what about you dad, where were you yesterday?”

“Dad had a meeting and I returned late, sorry, boo,” Winwin kissed the tip of her nose, the smile never leaving his lips.

Winwin sat down on the dining table, the smile instantly leaving his lips as he spotted you in the corner of the table. His lips curled up just a little as he stared at you, giving you a soft smile. Your heart fluttered slightly, you smiled back at him.

You missed his smile, missed the way he’d look at you, missed the way he’d make you feel. The only time you saw his smile was when he was with Ju, and you weren’t complaining.

Lunch went by rather silently, with a few conversations here and there. You were tired from all the work you’d done from six in the morning, so you decided to lay down for a bit.

You sat down on the bed and sighed, plugging your phone in. Checking through the messages, you saw that your mom had called several times, making you worry.

You called her back immediately, tapping your foot impatient as you waited for her to pick up. She didn’t pick up the first time, so you called her again. And again. And again, until she picked up.

“What do you want, eh? I was boiling the damn dumplings, what is it?” your mom shouted on the other side of your phone, annoyed.

“Why did you call me so much? I was worried,”

“I forgot your recipe for the filling, that's why.”

“Why would you call like it was an emergency? I was so worried, mom,” you said, frustrated at her.

“It was an emergency, okay?”

“You could have waited until I called back– '' you saw Sicheng walk into the room, making you stop mid-sentence.

“I’ll call you later, mom,” you whispered and quickly cut the call with your mother, being overly aware of his presence.

You laid down and pulled the blanket up your legs, watching Sicheng come out of the bathroom through the blanket. He laid down next to you, eyes glued on his phone. You stared at his pretty features as he scrolled through his phone, a small shy smile appearing on your face.

“What are you staring at?” Sicheng asks, his eyes still on the phone screen.

“Huh? Uh– there was something on your cheeks, it's gone now,” you chuckled awkwardly, making Sicheng look towards you. Your heart beat in your chest faster than ever, and you watched as a smile made its way onto his face. You smiled at him and he smiled back, looking at you.

Winwin put his phone aside and laid down next to you, staring at you. Your eyes faltered and blood rushed to your cheeks. His jaw flexed slightly before he moved closer to you and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Sicheng–”

“Hmm?” he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, a soft gasp left your lips.

Your hands tangled into his hair, running his locks through your fingers softly. He kissed your neck gently, making you giggle from the feeling.

“It’s been a while since we stayed together like this in bed,” Winwin whispered, his hot breath tickling your neck. He pulls away from your embrace and he pulls you under his embrace, his warmth providing comfort.

“Hmm…”

“I love you,” Winwin suddenly says, taking you aback. This doesn’t happen very often, what’s gotten into him?

“What’s wrong? I mean– I love you too, but what’s wrong?” you justify yourself, it’s really easy for him to jump to conclusions.

“I’ve been really stressed recently…” he said, and you pressed your head to his chest. You’re not sure when an opportunity like this will ever come again because staying in an intimate position with Winwin like this wasn’t common.

“Mhm,”

“The new project that I’ve started hasn’t been going too well, you know…” Winwin’s fingers traced patterns on the back of your waist, playing with the band of your skirt. Your breath became uneven at the contact. But he was talking to you about work. He never does that. He doesn’t talk to you all the less, but he was talking to you about work?

His big hand travels down your waist to your ass, his hand slowly shifted over the material of your skirt. He squeezed your ass, earning a broken gasp from you.

“Sicheng...”

“I know you’ve been really stressed recently, me too. Would you want to blow off some steam, sweetheart?” Sicheng was a smooth talker, you wouldn’t deny it. It been a while since you two had sex, and when you say a while, you mean like about a few years.

Sicheng pulled away and rolled on top of you, making you lay flat on your back.

“Sicheng, I–”

You were cut off by his lips on yours, moulding softly into the shape of your lips. You quickly responded to the kiss, his lips making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You couldn’t dare refuse his lips, not after being stripped dry of it for so long.

Winwin bit your lips, and you automatically opened your mouth for him. His tongue felt good in your mouth after so long, and your hands instinctively raised into his locks.

“Mhm, fuck…” you moaned quietly as he smirked into the kiss, his hands resting on your cheek.

“Want to be fucked good by me? Hmm?” Winwin purred as he kissed lower down your neck, sucking and leaving marks. You were sure the marks would stay there for a while, red and purple in shade.

“Yes, yes please…” you whimpered, squirming. You were dripping wet under your skirt in a few minutes, and you wrapped your legs over his waist in an effort to get some friction.

“My eager little baby,” Winwin chuckled as he pulled his lips away from your neck and helped you take off your shirt.

“You wear such pretty lingerie on a daily basis?” Winwin eyed you hungrily. He wasn’t going to lie, you looked sexy in that white laced lined bra.

“I wear this on a daily basis, I didn’t know you’d like it,” you whispered shyly.

“Such a pretty baby, hmm?” he kissed you again, this time rougher.

“Pretty all for you,” you whispered into his lips as he kissed you, feeling a smirk.

Winwin pulled away from the kiss, followed by your heavy breathing. He leaned down lower to kiss down the center of your neck, down to your cleavage. Your bra was off in one swift move of Sicheng’s hand, making you gasp a little. Winwin smirked as he sucked on one nub, his finger working on the other.

You moaned his name out repeatedly, again and again as the underlying feeling of euphoria took over. Your hand slipped into his hair and he pinned them above your head with one of his hands, making you buck your hips.

He pulled away from your nub and placed his lips on the other one, repeating the same process.

Winwin kissed down your body to your stomach, and then lower. He pulled his lips away from your body as his hands played with the rim of your skirt, his lips coming up to kiss you.

He slipped his slender fingers under your skirt, pulling your underwear down and discarding it half-heartedly, all his attention on you.

“The skirt stays on, hmm?” Winwin said, and you nodded frivolously, just wanting him between your folds. Your skirt was above knee length, shorter than what you usually wore.

“So pretty,” he sat up, peeling the shirt off his torso, showing off the muscles he liked to keep.

You stared in awe and lust as you watched each curve of his muscles. He’s gotten more buff, you didn’t notice because he refuses to even change in front of you.

“You like it, baby? You like what you see?” Winwin took your hands and placed them on his chest.

“All yours, baby.”

You smiled and Sicheng leaned down to kiss you again, his hands going under your skirt. He played with your wetness in your hand for a bit, earning whines from you.

“Sicheng…” you whined as his nimble fingers circled around your hole, refusing to give it to you just like that.

You buck your hips in an attempt to grind on his fingers, but Sicheng enters two digits right then, tearing a loud moan from your throat.

“Ssh, quiet down, princess.” Winwin warned, his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace.

Moans repeatedly tumbled off your lips as he rubbed your clit with his thumb and fucked his fingers into your helpless figure, watching you with lust in his eyes. A look you haven’t seen in a while. A look you want to see again.

"Sicheng, Sicheng, 'm close, so close," you moaned out, your hands clenching on the bed sheets. His face was now inches away from yours, just watching your expressions intentently. You looked so pretty coming undone for him, he couldn’t deny it.

“Come on my fingers, sweetheart, I know you want to,” Winwin purred, a sly smile on his face. Your hand flew up to his neck and pushed him into a kiss as you clenched on his fingers, getting closer to your high by second. You used the kiss as a way to silence your moans and moaned loudly into the kiss, cumming on his fingers. He trusted a few more times before he pulled his fingers out, his ring and middle finger slick with your cum.

“So messy, aren’t you, my love?” you nod as you catch your breath, your bare chest heaving up and down. He looked at your figure through the hair on his face, watching your each breath.

“Sicheng, I need you, please…”

“What do you need? Tell me baby, or I won’t know,”

“I need you to fuck me, please.”

Sicheng smirked winfully, getting up to slide his sweats off. Your eyes raked down his figure stopping at his underwear. He looked right into your eyes as he slipped off the last piece of clothing on his body, his eyes taking down your figure.

“Pretty little slut,” he whispered as he climbed back on the bed, taking a hold of your hips.

“On all fours baby.”

You knew what he meant. He wanted to take you from the back, yours and his favorite position. Turning on all fours, you looked back at Sicheng to see him stare at your ass.

His hands placed at your waist before pulling you back to the edge of the bed, lightly slapping your ass in the process. Taking both your hands, he held them tightly behind you. Lifting the skirt, he positioned his dick at your entrance, looking over to see if you were okay.

“You good, baby?”

He was checking on you. Maybe he still loved you.

“Yeah, yes, please,” you whined, leaning your hips back a little and sighing at the feel of the tip of his cock at your entrance.

Sicheng pushed in slowly, groaning at how tight you had gotten. It’s been a few years, surely you’d gotten a lot tighter.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your ear, his torso pressed flesh against your back. Pants and whimpers left your lips as he slowly thrusted in and out, the pain slowly turning into pleasure.

“Faster…” the words fell off your lips before you could register and the next thing you knew, Sicheng was manhandling you.

His hips snapped against yours faster and rougher, each thrust tearing a loud moan from your throat. He hit the spot several times, and you moaned louder in response.

“Fuck, Sicheng, I’m close, I’m close,” his name fell off your lips repeatedly, like it was a sort of mantra.

“Cum, baby. Cum like the fucking whore you are,” you moaned at the sentence, and came almost immediately after. Sicheng came right after you did, filling you up to the brim with cum.

“Face down.” you obeyed without question. Your pussy now fully on display for him, you could feel his eyes on you.

He ran his finger around your slit, admiring the view. Cum dripped out of your hole and you clenched around nothing, the sight was so pleasing for him.

“Look at your petty little hole, dripping with cum. Ah, so pretty,” Sicheng sighed before bringing his finger up to your clit, rubbing it in slow circular motion.

“Please...no,” you begged as he ran his finger up and plunged his fingers into you again, making you arch your back. He thrusted in and out harshly, and you cried out. The newfound angle hit different spots and you loved every moment of it, and you never wanted it to stop.

Your legs shook violently as you came again for the third time, tears running down your cheeks. “That's it, good girl. You did so well for me,” Winwin whispered as he released your hands, turning you over. You lay on your back, breathless and exhausted. Winwin came over and kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re the prettiest woman I ever laid my eyes on,” he whispered softly as he turned you over to your side, kissing softly on your neck. His hands went to the skirt on your body and slipped it off before throwing it somewhere in the room.

“Stop lying,” you giggled, pulling his hand over your waist.

“I’m not lying, I’m serious,” Winwin laughs, pulling the blanket over you two.

“Sleep while there’s still time,” you say and turn around to place a playful kiss on his lips, making him smile.

This was the Sicheng you fell in love with. The Sicheng you married. Playful, affectionate and open. Never lacking in bed or anywhere else. The perfect man you thought fell out of love with you.

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You woke up first, despite being exhausted. Sicheng’s hand was draped tightly around you, his chest pressed against your back. He felt so warm, and smelt like home. You moved around slightly to get up and get his clothes ready, he came home for lunch. He had to go back to work since he’d only excused himself for lunch.

“Where are you going?” you heard his sleepy voice as you sat up, holding the comforter close to your chest.

“I’ll get your clothes ready, you have to head to work,” you smiled at him, admiring his sleepy face. There wasn’t one moment he wasn’t handsome.

“Just stay in bed for a little longer,” he pulled you into his arms again, this time your chest pressed against his. Your whole face flushed red, but it seemed like Sicheng couldn’t care.

“Y–you’ll be late,”

“I don’t care, just stay with me, please…”

When was the last time Sicheng behaved like this? You don’t remember. He used to be clingy, affectionate and loving, but that was before he changed. What suddenly got into him?

You melted into his warmth and closed your eyes, just staying in his embrace just like this. You missed him, his smell, his everything.

“You’ll be late, Sicheng, that isn’t good now, is it? Is that how a CEO becomes a role model?” you ask him.

“Please, just a little more. Let’s just stay like this…”

“Nope, get up.” you pulled away from his embrace, not that you wanted to. He was going to be late if you just kept cuddling like this. Plus, if he does come home that night, he’ll have you the whole night with him.

A whine erupted from him, making you laugh. “I’ll have to wait till I come home to see you again,” he frowned.

“If you come home tonight, I’ll let you have me to yourself,” you leaned down to whisper in his ear, pulling away after. His eyes narrowed and he gave you a sly smile before lifting himself off the bed.

You picked your bra up from the corner of the bed and moved the comforter to put it on. As you were hooking the bra, you caught Winwin’s stare.

“What?” you immediately covered your nipples, staring at him.

He came closer to you and kneeled down before you at the low bed, eye level with you.

“You’re just so pretty I can hardly keep my hands off you,” his hands went to your waist and pulled you onto his lips, kissing them harshly.

“Winwin…” you pushed his chest softly, giving him the choice to either pull away or continue. You wanted him to continue.

Winwin pulled away, giving you space to breathe.

“You’re going to be late,”

“We still have 2 more hours, care for a shower, baby?”

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“I’ll be home today,” Sicheng waved as he quickly placed a kiss on Ju’s forehead before hurrying into the car. As expected, he’d become late.

“Mom, are you okay?” you saw Ju smirk, staring at you.

“What?”

“You don’t expect a concealer to do all the work, right? I can still see the purple marks, mom.” Ju sighed, pointing out a hickey on your collarbone.

“Oh– uh–” you laughed nervously, pulling your shirt up to cover the mark. Winwin told you not to bother covering up those marks but you did anyway, which didn’t work out too well.

“I mean, I don’t remember seeing those for a while. Enjoy,” Ju laughed at your flustered face before walking back into the house, leaving you alone on the front porch all red and flustered.

Your daughter was like your best friend, but broke.

“How are things between you and dad?” Ju asked as she lifted herself onto the kitchen counter, taking a carrot to munch on.

“It’s gotten better.” you lied. It’s gotten amazing, it was like the old Winwin was back.

“I don’t think that’s just it,” Ju smiled, making you giggle.

“Yes, yes. It’s gotten great,” you admitted, making Ju break out in laughter.

“You’re glowing, mom. It’s great, and I'm glad.” Ju commented. You were so grateful for your daughter, someone you can lean on.

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“You’re home,” you stood from the couch and Sicheng nodded before placing his suitcase down to come sit next to you. You sat down and cuddled closer to his tired figure, placing a kiss on his cheeks.

He wasn’t like this, he’d just take off to the bedroom right after he came home, that is, if he does come home.

Winwin puckered his lips cutely, asking for a kiss. You smiled before placing your lips on his without hesitation, your hands curled on his shirt.

“Hi dad– I’m sorry,” Ju walked into the room to see you two in a position like that, and quickly walked back out.

“Oops,” you giggled, pulling away from him and resting your head on his chest.

“Come here, Ju,” Winwin laughed seeing the 14yr old slowly peeking before making her way over to you two, sitting down next to winwin. She mirrored your position and rested her head on winwin’s chest, her hands reaching out to you.

“Please don’t do it on the couch, I live here too.” Ju made a face, and Winwin laughed.

“Okay, okay, We’re sorry,” you giggled.

“I have some work to do, dad. I’ll go now,” Ju kissed Sichneg’s cheeks and excused herself to her bedroom.

“Guess what happened today,” Winwin laughed, looking at you.

“What?” You were curious, he doesn’t talk to you. What changed?

“You know the Qian company CEO, right?”

“No, you’ve never told me about him,”

“Right, right,” he pulled out his phone to show you a photo and zoomed into one face, laughing at the sight of his face.

“He did something today,”

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Winwin was on his laptop as you cooked, you could see him from the kitchen. It's been a few days since Sicheng had changed, and you liked the way he was now. You heard a car honk outside and you looked at Sicheng, he was looking at you.

“I might have forgotten to tell you that Ju was going to Aunt Xing’s house…” you chuckled nervously, watching Sicheng’s expression. You expected an angry Sicheng, instead he smiled.

“Does that mean I get to have you all night?” he smirked, leaning back in his chair and staring you down.

“SICHENG.” you widen your eyes, flustered.

Sure, you had promised him that you’d let him. Still, he couldn’t bring it up so publicly.

“Yes or no?”

“Y–yes, I guess?” you were red, your cheeks heated and your stomach unsettled.

“Okay, I’ll let her go,” he focused his eyes back onto the laptop screen, and you stared at him, dumbfounded. How the fuck did he change like this? He was supposed to shout at you and asked you how you’d forgotten.

“I said, I’d let her go,” Sicheng repeated with a smile.

“Yes, yes, uh– I’ll tell her.” you hurried out of the kitchen, feeling his gaze on you.

“Hey, Ju,” you knocked on her door and waited for her to answer.

“Yeah, mom?” she unlocked her door and let you in, she trusted you with anything.

“Take your bags, they’re here. You have dad’s permission,” you smiled.

“Really? Thanks mom,” Ju hugged you, excitement buzzing from her.

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Sicheng’s hand rested on your waist as you both waved bye to Ju, watching the car pull out of the driveway.

As soon as the car disappeared out of the gate, Sicheng pulled you inside the house.

“Oh–?” his lips were on yours and his hands pulling your waist closer, cutting the space between you two. You heard the sound of the door getting locked automatically, and his tongue swiped on your lower lip.

“Wait,” you pulled away panting at the unexpected kiss.

“Tomorrow's a day off.” Sicheng nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and spoke against your skin.

“Why?”

“Workshop,” he placed soft kisses on your neck, his hand drawing circles under your shirt.

“I have something for you,” he walked to your room after placing a quick kiss on your lips, and brought out a package.

The same package you’d taken in and kept safe at Sicheng’s request a few days ago. He wasn’t someone who’d order things frequently, so you were quite curious about the package. But Sicheng had strictly told you that the package was for his friend, so you restricted yourself from opening it.

You were confused when he came to you with the package.

“Wasn’t that package for your friend?” you followed him as he walked into the room and shut the door. He sat down on the bed and you dimmed the lights to a comfortable level, just the way he liked them.

“It’s for you,” he smiled, looking extra bright.

“For me?” your eyes lit up.

He opened the package and a black box came into view, the company name was a name you knew too well.

The Infinite clothing line.

You were studying to be a fashion designer when you met Winwin. Your dream was to get to work at a company and be a top designer. You had your fair share– no, almost all of Vogue’s magazine issues. But that was 15 years ago, when you were in college. You finished your studies but then wedded Sicheng, so your dreams were crumbled into a paper and thrown into a corner.

A few years later, The infinite clothing line became your dream. But with your small child and Winwin needing attention too, you didn’t have time. And like that, there gone was your dream.

“I met the CEO of Infinite a while ago. We’re good friends now…” Sicheng checked your face to see your eyes filled with tears.

“Sicheng…” your tears flowed down your cheeks and you smiled, those were happy tears.

“Why’re you crying–” you could see the panic on his face as he put the box aside, pulling you into his arms.

“You met Mark Lee and you didn’t tell me?” you lightly hit his chest, laughing and crying.

“So that’s what it’s about?” Sicheng laughed, holding your face in his hands. He wiped your tears away with his thumb, looking at you with so much love.

“You’d done so much for me, endured so much for me, I want you to enjoy, for once,” he kissed your nose and then kissed your eyelids softly, holding you so delicately like you were porcelain.

“Thank you,” you whispered, tears still flowing. You felt so many emotions at that moment, it was impossible not to cry.

“Sssh, it’s okay,” Winwin kissed you. His lips moved softly against your in a kiss full of love and meaning, like none other. Like the kiss you shared at your wedding. No roughness or lust, just love for eachother.

He pulled away slowly and looked over you with a smile, kissed the top of your head and handed you the box.

“Go change, let me see how pretty you look in that dress,” you took the box with the lightest feeling, you felt like you were on cloud 9.

Even in the bathroom as you changed, you couldn't forget the look in Winwin’s eyes. You didn’t think you could ever forget the look in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss you, his eyes sparkling and full of love. It would be a lie to say that you still didn’t collect their magazines, you still had all the magazines you’d collected.

The dress was just as beautiful as you’d imagined it to be. You haven’t seen this model anywhere, though. Maybe you missed a notification from their website. A sleek black off shoulder dress that hugged your body just right, showing off your curves in all the right places. Just perfect.

You stepped out of the bathroom to see Sicheng in a tuxedo, his hair styled into a comma style.

He stared at you as his eyes roamed your body, awestruck. His eyes locked with yours as he smiled.

“Fuck, it’s perfect,” he whispered, his eyes still stuck on you.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your hands running over the stretchy velvety material.

“Yeah, come here,” Sicheng extended his arms and you walked closer to him, his hands ending up on your waist.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s hard to belive I married a woman this beautiful,” your cheeks tinted pink at the compliment, and wrapped your hands wround his torso.

“You know, Mark Lee personally designed this dress. For you,” He spoke, his hands pulling you closer each second.

“Mark Lee, designed this dress––” you pointed at the dress on yourself “––for me?” you gaped, amused. Now you understand why you didn't get a notification on this dress. Sicheng nodded, a smile blooming on his face. You were stuck on your spot, processing the information. CEO of The Infinite clothing line, Mark Lee, designed a dress for you. In happiness, you took Winwin’s face in your hand and kissed him, feeling him freeze. You pulled away and stared at him in sheer happiness, whispering the word thank you over and over again.

“Certainly didn't expect that but was not disappointing.” he chuckled, his hand moving to push back his hair.

You felt something else standing in front of a man so handsome, your insecurity wasn't ignorable. Your tummy fat wasn’t too much, it wasn’t too less either.

“I’m really happy, I am, But…” you trailed off, and Sicheng knew. He instantly knew what you were talking about.

“Your tummy is just as beautiful as you are. To me, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters as far as it’s you.” Sicheng ran his hand over your stomach, a small smile spread across his face.

“You’re perfect, love. Perfect just the way I like it,” Winwin leaned in to kiss you again, his hand caressing the side of your face. You were so lucky for him. Maybe you’d endured enough and maybe it was time fate decided things would go your way.

“Care to go on a date with me, milady?” Sicheng asked, holding his hand out elegantly.

“Yes, I would love to, my good sir,” you took his hand, giggling.

The date went amazing. Sicheng made a reservation at a fancy restaurant and you two had a great time, and the night ended with you two curled up naked in bed. Or the night didn’t, cause you two were up till daylight and it would have been an understatement to say that Sicheng enjoyed it. Not that you didn't, you did too.

You were the first one up as usual, but you didn’t want to get up. Twisting and turning in bed, your hand went to Sicheng and checked if he was still there even though you knew he was.

“Baby…”

“Hmm?” you answered his call, still sleepy.

“Are you tired?” he hugged your naked figure closer to his body.

“Yeah, very. I doubt if I can walk,” you smiled, making Sicheng giggle. You two were still sleepy, so anything that came out of your mouth or his weren’t registered in eachother’s brains.

“Did you have a good time though?”

“Yeah…” Sicheng hugged you closer, his warmth helping your cold body warm.

“When’s Ju coming back?”

“I should check on her,” you say and turn around to grab your phone, but Sicheng stops you.

“Ju’s gonna be fine. When is she coming?”

“Uh, today?”

“Okay, now sleep a little more,” he kissed the top of your head and ran his hand down your back, slapping your ass. You gasped a little, but that soon turned into giggles.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

You slept in his embrace again, his warmth radiating off of him. He was so warm and nice. Whatever happened to him was certainly something magical.

His phone rang just as you two slept off, startling you. “I’ll get it, don’t worry.” Sichneg looked over at the caller ID and something on his face changed. It was a worried expression, not in a good way, but like he was hiding something.

“It’s not important,” he cut the call, rolling back close to you. “Who was it?” you asked, curious.

“Just the managers, the workshop is on today. They had asked if I could come, I said no,” he whispered, wrapping his hand over your waist again. He reached onto your neck and placed soft kisses over the marks that covered most of the area, inhaling your scent. Once again, you melted into his touch without questioning anything.

Winwin was the best dad and husband he’d ever been. He cooked in the kitchen with you and took you and Ju out too for some quality family time. Watching him converse with Ju was probably the best thing you’d seen, both laughing and teasing.

“We should do this more often, with Ju, I mean,” you say as you both watch Ju run into the house, happy and tired. “Mhm, she’s so cute,” Winwin smiled, his hand around your shoulder.

“I’m tired,” Sicheng yawned, and you nodded, whispering a numb ‘me too’.

Sicheng’s eyes closed in relief as his body hit the bed, a deep groan emitting from him. You changed just as fast and layed down on the bed with him, a sigh leaving your lips.

“Why’re we so tired?” you mumble and Sicheng laughs, making you turn your head towards him. “Uh, maybe because we got like 2 hours of sleep?” Sicheng laughs again, turning over to hug your waist.

“Right, did not forget,” you pointed out, nuzzling your face into his chest. God, he smelled so good.

“I have work tomorrow,” Sicheng mumbled, clearly displeased.

“You weren’t like this, I thought you liked going to work?” it was time you asked him why he’d changed so dramatically. The Sicheng who you knew for the past few years weren’t like this.

“I used to. I like spending time with you now,” he smooth-talked you again. You smiled and kissed his neck softly, making Sicheng smile. You were head deep in love with him, and you didn’t care anymore. A marriage you thought had exhausted itself has been revived, well and alive. You couldn’t be happier.

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“Sicheng…” you shook him harder, he had to go to work right now or there is a very good chance for him to be late.

“Five more minutes, please,” he whined, holding onto you tighter. You were stuck under him.

“Sicheng, you’re already late, please, get up,” you managed to get yourself off from under him. You quickly slipped on his T–shirt and tied your hair up, last night had gotten out of hand too. You felt like a hormonal teenager as a smile slipped onto your face at last night’s memories.

“Sicheng– Holy fuck–” you turned around to find Sicheng already staring at you, but that scared you. You clutched your chest as you stared at him, brows furrowed.

“You scared me.” you said, trying to calm your rushing heart.

“Sorry, but you have nothing under that shirt, do you?” holy fuck, his voice was deep in the morning. You felt your core throb as his eyes raked over your chest, his eyes found yours again.

“Sicheng, no. We don’t have time to–”

“Yes or no?” you looked over at your bra in the corner of the room and sighed.

“No.”

“You should wear my shirt more often. Looks hot on you,” he smirked. You flushed red as you stared back at him, swallowing. He came closer and kissed you, his hands softly pulling you onto his lap. His touch lit your skin on fire and you melted onto him like butter, forgetting about everything.

His hands were under your (rather his) shirt in an instant, resting on your waist. His fingers moved up and swiped below your right breast, making you draw in a tight breath. Forcefully pulling away, you looked at his swollen lips and glossy eyes.

“You have to get to work,” You breath out, your hands around his neck.

“Work can wait,” he reaches for your lips again, but you refuse.

“No, Sicheng. You came home early yesterday and you went to work late too. You should go, baby,” you use the nickname to your advantage. You don’t call him nicknames very often, and when you do, he always falls for it.

“Say that again,” you saw his jaw tense and excitement flowed through his eyes. You smiled widely before repeating the words again.

“You should go, baby,” Winwin smiled as he leaned forward to kiss you one more time. You moved off his lap as he got up, sliding his sweats on.

“I’ll take a quick shower and leave, okay?” he smiled, closing the bathroom door. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, the biggest smile on your face. You felt like the luckiest girl alive. You were so happy with everything, your husband, your child, and your life. Fuck, it felt like you were in a dream and you didn’t want to wake up.

Just as you slid your bottoms on, Sicheng’s phone rang. Your head snapped towards the sound, and you walked towards it. Who calls him this early in the morning?

The contact read Xia. Xia? Why was she calling him this early in the morning? You convinced yourself there is no reason to be paranoid, and that she might be a secretary or something. He’s a businessman, he interacts with a lot of people on a daily basis.

The topic was pushed to the back of your mind as you became busy with other things like Ju and getting his suit for work ready. Sicheng eventually did leave for work, on time. Ju left for school too, leaving you alone with your thoughts at home.

You decided to tidy up a little since it’s been a while since you cleaned the house. As you were cleaning, you realised that Sicheng left his documents at home. “Oh,” you held up the documents in your hands, identifying them. It’s these documents he was talking about the day before, they seemed pretty important.

It wouldn’t hurt to drop these documents off at his work for him, why not just do it. Maybe stop by the bookstore or the supermarket on the way back. Maybe the new editions of their magazines were out. Fast enough, you got dressed in simple jeans and a top and held your purse in one hand as you walked out the door, locking it. You waited for the uber, tapping away at your phone while you did.

You were at his office in a few minutes, and you were already walking in through the door. The last time you had visited was a few years ago, and you didn’t fail to notice that they had remodelled the building. Wonder when that happened.

“Hey, hello,” you said, walking up to the receptionist. You smiled at her, but she rolled her eyes at you.

“I’d like to meet Mr. Dong.” you said, and she looked at you.

“What’s your relationship with him?” no formalities, no respect. Her eyes were glued onto the screen before her, attitude overflowing. You made a mental note to talk to Sicheng about this.

“Wife.” you stood straighter, staring at her in the eyes. Her reaction was fun to watch, her eyes immediately shot up and she stood, composing herself. She bowed 90 degrees at the waist, making you smile slightly. You guessed Sicheng was a scary CEO, but not to this level.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. His office is on the top level, would you like me to escort you there?” she stood up straight, the sweetest smile on her face. So sweet you could have gagged.

“No thanks, I’ll take it from here, thank you for the information.” you smiled rather sarcastically, walking away from her. What a two faced bitch.

You pressed the button to go up, and waited.

“You’re...Sicheng’s wife, right?” a young man, tall and handsome, came up to you. He was dressed in a suit, hair pulled back into a comma hairstyle.

“Hello, yes, and I have a name, it’s Y/n.” you smiled politely.

“Oh hi, I’m Kun.” he smiled, he looked handsome.

“Well, hello Kun.” you looked at the elevator door before looking back at Kun, a smile on your face. God, you’d found him so handsome.

“Are you taking the elevator–? I am too, I mean, uh, of course. Are you– where are you going?” he babbled nervously as you watched him with soft eyes, finding him extremely cute.

“Visiting my husband after years in his office.” you smiled sweetly, his eyes locking with yours. If you weren’t in public for that one moment, you might have done something stupid. You found his smile and his eyes the most beautiful, you might have said something if the lift hadn’t dinged.

“Bye,” Kun raised his hand, waving bye to you.

“See you around, Kun.” you smiled back at him, clutching your purse and the file tighter in your sweaty hands. Yes, it felt wrong to feel that way about Kun when you were married to Sicheng. You couldn’t help it, he was tall, handsome and seemed funny. Maybe he would be a great friend one day, but for now, you have to go see Sicheng.

You were excited to see how he would react to see you at his office, hopefully you wished not to distract him.

Sicheng’s office door was slightly ajar, so you took the chance to peek through it. What you saw made your heart break in a million pieces, your heart in your stomach. A woman, an unknown woman was on Sicheng’s lap, making out with him. In the same position you and Sicheng were in this morning. You watched as she moved her lips to his neck, kissing.

“We can’t do this. N–no, fuck,” Sicheng groaned. You wanted to go in and slap him. You wanted to cry, scream, thrash him. Tears made their way down your cheeks, earlier than expected.

You swing the door open, waiting for Sicheng to notice your presence. The way his hand sat on her waist, you felt filthy to let him touch you with those hands. Oh you were so stupid. So stupid to belive he’d changed. He changed, he did. But he changed for the worse.

“Sicheng…” his eyes shot up at your voice and he pushed the woman off of him, standing up.

“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like,” Sicheng comes forward, but you block him off.

“I–I came here to give you this file,” you said and shoved the file into his chest, sobbing.

“Fuck, fuck, no– Y/n, I swear, I can explain,” Sicheng is panicking, you can see it.

“What can you explain?” your voice was awfully quiet. Hurt. tears are constantly streaming down your cheeks with no break.

“What will you explain, Sicheng? That you were cheating on me with a hotter woman? That you fell out of love with me? That it was all sweet lies that you fed me?” the pain in your chest grew and you could hardly breathe anymore.

“I– I fell out of love with you. Yes, I did.” ouch.

“But that was weeks ago. I fell in love with you again, Y/n. Please, you have to believe me.” his eyes are genuine, you don’t care.

“Those weeks, it was nice while it lasted. Sweet lies, late nights; thank you for everything,” you walked out of the office with one last glance at him.

Employees watched as a tearful woman walked past them into the elevator, sniffling and crying. You loved him so much, so much. Why did he do this to you, why? Weren’t you pretty anymore? That wasn’t what he had said when he touched you for the first time in a while. Too much fat? Too many stretch marks? Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter now. He had cheated on you.

You walked out of the elevator and wiped your tears, trying to keep your breath calm. Small hiccups left your lips as you walked through the lobby, tightly clutching your phone. A hand held your wrist as you were about to walk out, and you stopped in your tracks.

You turned back to find Kun staring back at you, his eyes concerned. “Y/n? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Kun’s hand left your wrist, he was watching your expressions now.

“Sicheng…” his name felt wrong to pronounce. You sniffled as you held back tears, your chest hurt.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Kun was genuinely concerned, his eyes were soft.

“I–”

“Actually, I’ll be right back. Wait outside,” you watched him rush towards the entrance, fishing his pockets for something.

You felt like shit, and you probably looked like it too. You thought Sicheng would follow you out, but he didn’t. That hurt like a bitch. Your first thought was Ju. how would she deal with this, you didn’t know.

“Y/n, get in!” you knew you heard Kun somewhere. You looked up to see him in his car, and you noticed it was raining now. You never met Kun before, yet, here he was, going as far as this to get you to talk about what happened. Hesitating, you realised it wasn’t soon if you’d call a taxi, so letting Kun drop you would be the best option.

You got into his car and he drove off, comfortable silence filled the car with the pitter patter of rain drops. What a great day for it to rain. Only when you sniffled did Kun glance over at you.

“What’s up? What’s wrong?” he inquired in the softest voice ever, his eyes fixed on the blurry road. That was all it took for you to break down and cry in front of a man you met a few hours ago.

“Oh my god,” Kun went through a state of panic, he was searching everywhere for a box of tissues. He hands the tissue over to you from the back seat, and you thank him.

“Sicheng, h–he cheated on me,” you said in between the tears, letting your guard down. You broke apart emotionally, the walls you had built came crashing down.

“Hold on, he what?” He was in shock. His voice was afloat and the silence in the car turned tight and suffocating.

“Dong Sicheng cheated on you?” he was still processing the news after a few minutes and you hadn’t calmed down either.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know…” you didn’t know where he was driving to, but you saw a starbucks drive through and he pulled into the drive through.

“Why’re we at a drive through?” you choke out between sobs.

“I don’t know,” he laughed, making you laugh too. He looked gorgeous in that hair style, he did.

“Hey, you’re laughing!” he pointed out and you smiled, sniffling.

“Good morning, what would you like?” Kun looked at you, and you looked back at him.

“Well?”

“Huh? Am I supposed to–”

“I stopped by for you, go on,” Kun encouraged you.

“Thanks, I’ll get an americano with extra shot of espresso,”

“That’s it?” you looked at Kun, puzzled.

“I mean, go on, it’s my treat,” He pushed you on, so you ordered a cupcake for his sake.

“I’ll get a latte,” Kun frowned, you were more than perplexed at his reaction.

“Why’re you so sad? I’m already fat enough–”

“Don’t say that,” He cuts you off immediately and the fun person you'd seen is nowhere to be seen. He’s serious now, his eyes are sincere.

“You’re beautiful the way you are, Y/n. Please don’t say anything like that.” He’s so sincere, and you almost forget Sicheng cheated on you. Tears well in your eyes and you lower your gaze onto your hands which rest on your thigh, not wanting him to see your tears.

“Are you seriously going to cry at a drive thru?” there was the fun Kun.

“You made me cry, don’t blame it on me,” you laugh, his words hit you like a train. You deserve someone that makes you happy, not someone that hurts you more than they make you happy. Sicheng has his fair share of your pain, maybe it was time you did something about it.

Maybe you have to do something about him.

“Wipe your tears, you deserve better,” Kun said and handed you a tissue, smiling at you.

“Thank you, Kun.” you wiped your tears, feeling the car stop at the first window.

Kun pulls out his credit card and hands it to the barista with a smile on his face.

“I’d have paid,” you mumbled and Kun turned to look at you, a smile etched onto his features, and hell, wasn’t he gorgeous.

“There’s a reason it’s called ‘my treat’,” he said and you laughed, clearing your throat. He was the kind of man that would make you laugh with the bare minimum, would make you smile and make your heart flutter with zero effort.

God, you wished you could spend more time with him.

–––––––––––––––

“You don’t have to, Y/n. Try talking to him, try figuring it out, don’t make a decision without thinking,”

“I’ve thought enough, Kun. I want a divorce.”

“What about Ju? Have you talked to her?” Kun was desperately trying to make you change your decision.

“I’ve talked to Ju, she agrees,” You were so adamant with getting Sicheng out of your life. You cried over him everyday, you miss his embrace but the moment you think of him, think you could give a chance, you remember his filthy hands that sat around her waist. The same filthy hands that he touched you with. You were beyond disgusted, you wanted to gag.

“Please, try talking to him, for me,” Kun was holding your hand, looking into your eyes. As much as his heart hurt to make you try and reconcile with Sicheng, it was something he should do as your friend. He had to think about Ju, everything that child was going through. He had to help.

“Kun, I don’t want–”

“Please?” that broke you. Your feelings for Sicheng were ever so strong, but maybe if you talked to him, tried to think about your child more, you’d reach a conclusion. Ju was all that mattered, your feelings could be pushed under. Growing up without a dad wasn’t necessarily good, you out of everyone should know that.

“Fine.” His eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly, reaching for your phone. You swear you saw a hint of pain as he handed the phone to you, a strange smile on his face. A pained smile, a cover up for his emotions.

“Are you...okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, totally fine. Why’d you ask?” Kun smiled again, but this time he looked fine. You nodded and clicked on the same contact you’d been clicking for the past few days, heart clenching.

The dial tone rang twice before he picked up, hope laced in his voice.

“Y/n?” Sicheng swore he almost cried when he saw you calling him. Your body relaxed at his voice, it’s been so long since you heard him, and hell did you miss him. You wondered if he was doing well, if he was eating, if he was sleeping, if he was taking care of himself. You had so many questions, yet you didn’t ask any of them.

Your mouth was shut tight, restricted from all thoughts being spoken.

“Can we talk?” you spoke to the same man who had been trying to contact you for the past few days. The same man you’d so desperately try to forget or get rid of those painful memories he appeared in. The same man you’d tried to forgive.

“Yes, yes, give me a minute,” and the next thing you heard was Sicheng shouting “meeting dispersed,” and then in a minute, he was back on line.

“You were saying?” Sicheng was breathing heavily, you could hear it. Kun excused himself from the room, and you nodded as you watched him disappear.

“Can you explain what you’ve done, Sicheng?” you tried holding yourself together. You haven’t seen him days, you miss him so fucking much.

“Tell me how you’re feeling first. Please tell me that you’ve been good, and that you’ve been taking care of yourself, please.” Sicheng was worried about you. He missed you, your touch, your looks, your kisses, everything. He’s fucked up so bad.

Your fist clenched, you were barely holding back tears.

“I’m doing good,” how are you doing, love? Good? Are you taking care of yourself? Eat well for me, please is what you wanted to tell him. But you didn’t. Instead your mouth stayed shut, hardly containing any emotions.

“Care to explain?” you didn’t trust your voice, it could betray you any moment.

“I–I’m sorry. What I did was unforgivable and wrong, but I love you, Y/n.”

“You wouldn’t have done this if you loved me, Sicheng.”

“I love you, I do. I lost interest in you, in us for a while, a few years until I started realising how much you were sacrificing for me. For our family. I can’t do this without you, please,” his voice broke, his grip on the phone tight.

“You had a relationship with her while you weren’t with me, right? Did you two get...intimate?” sexual is what you should be saying, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

The line went quiet and you tensed up and like you had guessed, they got intimate.

“Yes.” one word, three letters. Your heart split in two, and fell to the floor. You’d guessed it, yet it hurt.

“I–I was trying to end things that day, I called her into my office to tell her that this wasn’t going to work anymore. She came onto me and started forcefully touching me and– and– I– I gave in. I swear I didn’t–” he sniffled, and wiped his tears. He had explained his part, now it was up to you to decide.

“You touched me with the same filthy hands you touched her with.” the words left your mouth before you could filter them. Sicheng stayed silent on the other side of the line, his heart shattering. It was being shredded and pulled apart piece by piece, shatter by shatter.

“You touched her with the same hands that you touched me with. The same hands that gave me comfort,” you tried not to raise your voice, you tried to keep calm.

“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry,” Sicheng was visibly shedding tears, so were you.

“Filthy, disgusting touch, Sicheng. You changed, this wasn’t the man that I gave my career up for. You promised, Sicheng. You promised that you would stay with me no matter what, you said it at our wedding,” you were crying, breaking down in tears.

“No, don’t do this, Y/n. Please, come back. I need–”

“No, Sicheng. You think I can sleep in the same bed as you without imagining you with another woman? You think I can have sex with you and not think of you with another woman?” you cut him off rather powerfully. He listened quietly, knowing he deserved it.

“You think I can kiss you and...and not think of another woman kissing you?” you were trying to hold yourself together, but miserably failed.

“Do you know how insecure I felt when I walked out of your office? She was gorgeous and she suited you better. I was constantly thinking, was it my stretch marks? All the fat? My disgusting body?”

“No, please don’t say that. You’re–”

“I am not done yet. I need you to know what I went through when I saw you like that, in that position with your secretary.” you instantly shut him down.

“We were in that same position that morning, Sicheng. How could–” you cleared your throat “–how could you even do that? I thought you finally changed. Maybe you loved me, and remember when you asked me if I was okay? Check on me mid way? Do you know how my heart fluttered with so much hope? I was wrong. I was so, so wrong about you.” you speak your mind, not caring to filter out any words like you usually would.

“Let me speak, please.” he was pleading. Dong Sicheng was a man who would never plead for anything, but for you, he’d do anything.

“Go on, what do you have to say? How do you defend yourself over something like this?”

“I felt like shit when you walked out of the office, Y/n. I felt like I was so fucking uselss, what good can I do if I can’t keep the person I love the most. I’d been drinking, trying to drown myself in alcohol to keep my mind off you. But every shot I took, you kept coming back into my mind. It doesn’t work, nothing works anymore, Y/n. I need you back,” Sicheng’s tears were evident on his cheeks, anyone walking in through that door would see him at his most vulnerable moment. He aggressively wiped his tears with the back of his hand, sniffling.

The next words that you said were the hardest words you’ve ever said in your entire life.

“I don’t think I want to come back, Sicheng.” his heart broke into the tiniest pieces, pieces that were incapable of being put together again.

“What?”

“I don’t want to come back,” you were crying, and trying not to show it through your voice.

“No, no, no, no, Y/n, stop saying nonsense–”

“No, Sicheng. I’m not joking. I don’t want to come back.”

“What are you saying? That is absolute nonsense, how do you suppose I live without you? How do I go everyday without you?” he was hiccuping, trying to steady himself.

You felt like a knife was stabbed through your heart. His crying and hiccups clutched onto you, making it even more difficult than it already was.

“I need to see you. I–I need to see you, Y/n.”

“No, Sicheng. The next time we meet will be with our lawyers.” you were trying not to show it in your voice but your tears were betraying you.

“NO, NO, Y/N–”

“Thank you for everything, Sicheng. You were the best during the years you loved me–”

“I STILL LOVE YOU–”

“I want you to know I still love you when I made this decision–”

“DON’T DO THIS–”

“The future holds so much more for you, but maybe I’m just not in the picture–”

“I DON’T WANT A FUTURE WITHOUT YOU, Y/N–”

“Thank you for taking care of me, and loving me and Ju. I love you.”

“DON’T GO, Y/N, PLEASE–”

And you had cut the call. Sicheng leaned onto the glass in his office as he cried into his other hand. His phone was thrown somewhere on the floor. Hiccups and sniffles came out of him as he tried to suppress his tears, but everything just got worse. You don’t want him anymore. He was so stupid to give in to his desires, all he wanted was a happy life with you and his daughter. How did it turn out like this?

You were in absolute tears as you fell onto the bed, your phone in your hand. You’d just lost your husband. And you made that choice. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe this was the last time you would go into tears over the man.

“Hey, you good?” You watched Kun slowly approach you.

“Kun…” you clutched onto him, crying harder onto his shoulders. Hiccups and cries sounded through the room and Kun’s heart broke at the sight of your tears.

“It was your choice, maybe it was for the best…”

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It’s been 3 months since you left Sicheng. You missed him more than ever, but it was your choice to leave him. Kun had taken care of the procedures for you, so you spend most of your time with either Ju or your thoughts. Kun grew into an important figure to you and Ju by now, he’d always make time to come by however busy he was.

Sicheng had stayed away from Alcohol after the call that day, and instead picked up a healthier hobby. He’d started boxing and he found it to be a way to clear his mind and let out his anger. But what hadn’t changed was him missing you and Ju every time he went back home. He’d cry himself to sleep on some nights when the days are hard. You aren’t there to hold him and give him the comfort he needs. On nights like those, he misses you too much. He’d made such a big mistake, a mistake that cost his family.

“Hello, Sicheng.” you greeted him, sturdy and straight in your seat, your voice cold.

“Hello.” he greeted you back, a hint of pain in his voice.

“Good morning everyone, we’re here to settle the divorce of Mr. Dong and Mrs. Y/n, after taking a short break from the previous debate.”

Sicheng’s heart clenched, but he didn’t show it. Hell, you looked gorgeous in that suit.

“13% of the company shares and the position of President has been granted to Ms. Y/n while Mr. Dong shall remain with 28.9% of shares and the CEO position. Ms. Y/n will have shared custody of the child with Mr. Dong and the child will have the freedom to stay with her mother, or father. Any objections?” Your lawyer read out.

“None.” Sicheng sounded strained.

“None.” you sounded calm.

“Well, we’re off to the end then. The finalized papers will be mailed to you both in the next week, so please watch out for it, thank you.” your lawyer got up from his seat and looked at you. Sicheng was staring at you.

“Spare me a minute, please,” your lawyer nodded and stepped out of the office with Sicheng’s lawyer.

“Hey, Y/n…” the pain in his voice was so evident it almost broke you in two.

“Do you have something to say?” you were trying to stay cold and sturdy, you don’t think it was working.

“I’m having a really hard time without you,” your heart clenched. This was the second time you were seeing each other after the call, once at the court and the second time here. It was so hard to keep your emotions at bay every time you saw him, but you managed to do it.

“I can’t do this without you, Y/n. We can still be together, think about Ju–”

“I’ve already talked to Ju about my decision.”

“Please come back, I need you to come back…” his voice broke and your cold exterior didn’t feel like it was going to last any longer.

“It’s too late–”

“No, it’s not too late, Y/n. We can still get back together.” His voice is almost a whisper now, overflowing with feelings. So many feelings that you think you saw tears.

“No, Sicheng. We finalized our...divorce. We can’t go back now.” your voice is slowly losing its composure.

“Please…” and you’re out of the door. You can’t stand to see his face anymore. You have a reason to divorce him, you tell yourself repeatedly like you’re trying to convince yourself.

When you reach home, your outer cover breaks almost instantly. Kun was waiting for you to return home, and you noticed he was having a conversation with Ju. As soon as he saw you, he walked towards you.

“How did it go? Was it okay?”

“I–” you couldn’t hold it for longer and you broke into tears in front of your daughter, Kun watching with worried eyes.

You curled your shoulders in on yourself as your hands came to your face to cover your face.

“Ju, go to your room. Uncle will tell you what happened later, okay?” Ju nodded and rushed to her room.

“It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.” Kun pulled you into his chest, his warm embrace making you cry onto him.

“Sicheng almost cried, Kun. His v–voice was breaking as he told me not to g–go,” Kun’s feelings were strangling him. It hurt to see that the woman he liked loved another man. And one of his friends, even worse. He stayed silent as he listened to you cry and rant about your feelings. And how Sicheng told you to not go.

You had calmed down after crying for a while, and you looked up at him. He looked handsome in any angle, damn, you thought. And then you proceeded to slap yourself mentaly for thinking that.

“Don’t you have work? Aren’t you a CEO too?” Kun looked down at you and suddenly pulled away from the hug, feeling his heartbeat wild in his ribcage. You frowned, feeling the warmth leave you.

“I–I got today’s work over early. It’s just an event I have to attend later now, I have about 4 more hours for it,” he glanced at his watch.

“Why’d you rush it?”

“I wanted to be here when you got back. I knew you’d come back as an emotional wreck,” he smiled, and you found him cute yet again.

“Ju might be surprised, I’ll go explain to her,” He found a reason to escape you. You watched as he scrambled up the stairs, tripping over a step.

You giggled to yourself, watching him.

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It’s been a whole year. A whole year since you divorced Sicheng and began a life yourself. It’s been a rough journey but you made it. You and Sicheng work in the same company, but you don’t see eachother often unless it’s for a meeting. You have been taking care of yourself and Ju. Kun still calls and stops by often, life is so much better now. You don’t have to ask your husband for anything, mostly because you don’t have one. You’re crying way less, no hurtful emotions come past. Your mental health and your body, both are doing so well.

Sicheng is well. He had pulled himself together, yet he still wished you were there beside him. He regretted letting you go. He regretted everything, the time he took you for granted, the time he decided cheating on you was a good idea. Hell, he still loved you. Ju still stayed and visited him, but sometimes he felt like even the kid had strayed away from him. It took Ju a while to come to terms with the divorce, but she came around. Ju tells Sicheng that she misses him often and that might be the only thing keeping Sicheng on the ground.

It was Ju’s birthday. And you’d arranged a party for her. Ju was so happy to find out that you did arrange something she’s wanted to have from the age of five. You never elaborately celebrated her birthday because Sicheng was never there. But this time, Ju requested Sicheng be invited. It was her fifteenth birthday, and Sicheng deserved to be there. You weren’t so rude and selfish to let your divorce come between a daughter and a father, so you let Ju call her father.

The first person you called though, was Kun. A day without calling or seeing the man felt weird, so he and you made sure to keep in touch with each other everyday.

“Ju’s party is coming up,”

“You mean the party we planned for her?” Kun laughed softly on one end of the phone.

“Well, yes. Do we have the guest list finalised?” you leaned back in your office chair.

“Yes, but are you going to invite Sicheng?” you paused for a few seconds at his question, and then answered.

“Yeah. Ju wanted to invite him, and I’m not that selfish to rip Ju off from her rights with her father.” you gulped, feeling the familiar bits of the painful divorce come back into your mind.

“Alright then. Do you want me to confirm with–”

“I’ll do the rest, Kun. Thank you so much for all the help,”

“Nah, don’t mention it,” he chuckled, making you smile.

“I’ll come by later,”

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“I’ll come after I get off work, dumbass,” Kun laughed, his eyes making crescents.

“Oh okay, I asked ‘cause you’re always here, stupid,” your heart fluttered at the sound of his laugh, and you laughed unintentionally.

“I have a meeting now, I have to go,”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“Mhm,” Kun cut the call, a smile on his face. His secretary watched with fascination, and then asked him what the shy smile was about.

“Hmm? No, no, that was a friend.”

“You don’t talk to friends like that, sir. I’ve worked with you for nine years,” the older man smiled.

“Ah–” Kun giggled “–It’s a friend that I’m very attached to…” he smiled again, this time, at the memories of you.

“Well, let’s head to the meeting then, shall we?” his secretary smiled, letting Kun lead the way.

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“Damn, I thought you wouldn’t make it,” you went up to Kun when you spotted him.

“Please, I’m not even that late.” his eyes raked your outfit and god, you looked so gorgeous in that red dress. Deep shade of red with a slit, the dress tight on your perfect body. The necklace around your neck and the purse in your hand pulled the whole outfit together and he could hardly keep his eyes on your face. Fuck, you looked so beautiful.

“You’re never late. You didn’t call either. I got worried,” you scolded him.

“Hell, calm down. I got stuck in traffic.” he chuckled, a hand coming to punch your shoulder jokingly.

“Did you wish Ju?”

“I was the first one, last night, on the dot,” his head lifted with a proud expression which made you laugh.

“I wished her first, on the dot. With a cake. I didn’t see your call,” you stared as he walked to Ju.

“Fine, I was an hour late, goddammit.” he grumbled, making you laugh.

“When did Mr. Qian start lying?”

“I didn’t lie, I just simply saved my face.” he walked his way to the birthday girl with a smile on his face, and wished her.

“Happy birthday Ju!” he hugged her with a full smile on his face and you could say that Ju couldn’t be happier.

“I’m glad you made it, uncle! Now where is my present?” Ju pouted, making Kun smile adorably.

“Hmm, I’m your present!” Kun laughed and then cringed, making Ju stare.

“I’m kidding, it's waiting for you at home.” Kun pinched her cheeks adorably, and continued the conversation with her. Your eyes travelled around the venue for Sicheng and you almost sighed when you didn’t see him.

“Hey, Kun, come with me, we have something to do.” you pulled on Kun’s sleeve. He looked at you and then excused himself from Ju, following you into a dark corridor.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you even when he reached the dark corridor. He’d met so many women; he was a businessman. Even if he’d met so many gorgeous women, he's never met one like you. A woman so gorgeous, so kind, so selfless. He loves you for so many various reasons.

“I’ve bought something for Ju.” you squealed quietly, reaching into the corner and pulling out a bag. Kun let out a confused noise and you smiled before pulling out a flat box from inside the bag.

“You bought a necklace for her?” you opened the box and the thin teardrop shaped diamond necklace shined under the dim light.

“Oh my fucking god, it’s so beautiful.” Kun smiled, delicately taking the box from your hands.

“It reminded me of my childhood, so I bought it for her.” you smiled, excited.

“She’ll love it,” Kun stared at the necklace before handing the box back to you.

“I know,” you put the necklace back into its place.

Just as you were turning back, you slipped on a gum packet, and fell. Or you thought you fell. Kun had caught you mid way, his hand was on your waist, his eyes drilling into yours. Your heart was beating so hard, you thought he could see it beating.

Kun’s heart wasn’t any different, the adrenaline was rushing through his blood, begging him to do something stupid. He decided that maybe this was the opportunity he needed to tell you his feelings, he knew it was stupid but adrline wouldn’t let him think straight.

He pulled your waist closer to him, a small gasp left your lips. You were still leaning back in his arms, your hands clutching onto his coat.

“I know this...this whole thing I’m going to say is stupid, but just listen. I–” he gulped, all the words he’s planned to say disappearing, leaving him without anything good to say.

“I think I’m in love with you.” your breath gets stuck in your throat, and you realise something for the first time that evening. He was wearing a black suit which matched your outfit, his hair was styled back handsomely, and he was strong. He’s been holding your body weight for a few minutes. He looked drop dead handsome.

And you realised another thing for the first time that night. Something you’d been denying for so long. You’re in love with Qian Kun. You’ve been in love with him from when he left work to come and comfort you on rough nights; from when he put you over his meeting and came over, from when he formed a strong bond with your daughter.

“Say something, please…” his heart was pounding, he was growing anxious.

“I think…” you paused, took in a deep breath.

“I think I love you too.” Kun breaks into a smile and you do too, just watching him smile makes you smile.

“Shit, I got anxious,” he giggled, you were still in the same position.

“I mean– I just realised I was in love with you.” you giggled.

Kun was staring at you as you said it, his eyes trained onto your lips. He wanted to touch them, kiss them and have them all to himself. God, your lips were so beautiful.

“Can I?” his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, his breath heavy.

You didn’t answer, instead you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. Kun swore he’s never felt more euphoric as he pressed his lips back onto yours and slowly moved. He lifted you up and relaxed his hand, tightening it on your waist.

He slowly moved you against the wall behind you and kissed you with a little more passion and love, a little more rougher. Your leg automatically lifted up to his waist and he held your leg there with his hand, your deep red heels peeking out.

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Sicheng was planning to visit and leave after seeing daughter, and taking a peek at you. He came to the event and when he did, he didn’t see you anywhere. He saw Ju, greeted her, gave her a present and excused himself to go and find you.

But he’d never expected to find you like this, between his friend’s lips and the wall.

He saw the position you two were in and his feet were stuck to the ground. Like his whole world that had shattered was now in powders, in a way that could never be revived. He stepped back out of the corridor with tears in his eyes, shocked at the scene he saw. So this is how it felt to see your partner in a position like that with another person.

A taste of his own medicine.

Sicheng felt sick to his stomach, his heart felt like it was dying. Tears fell out of his eyes. He couldn’t stop you, you weren’t his to stop or love anymore.

“I’ll always love you, Y/n.” were the last words he said before he forced himself to leave the venue.

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Hi hi! :) I see there are still some slots left, could you maybe do a blurb for Rengoku and/or Giyuu ~doing the dirty~ with their fem! s/o and getting walked in on? 😳

a/n: thank you for your request and patience anon! I took this as an opportunity to do something kinda funny? I hope that’s alright!

warnings: none other than ofc NSFW, fem! reader

Rengoku & Giyuu being walked in on

Rengoku

Rengoku had always been a passionate man. His strong voice and bold personality in his job and around friends also bled into when you found yourself tangled in the sheets, his husky voice growling in your ear and hips slapping against the bottom of your thighs with each thrust

You mewled when he just grazed your sweet spot, thighs quivering and hands clawing at the pillow you were propped up against. He reached out, wrapping his strong hand around your neck and dragged you up against his sweaty chest. You screamed when he hit you g-spot dead on

His arm held you like a bar across your chest, keeping you pinned in place while he fucked up into you deliriously chasing both your releases with every thrust into wet warmth.

The tightening in your gut was a sign that you were close. Your nails carved crescent shaped indents into his skin as you begged for your release. With an almost animalistic growl pushing past his lips, he began fucking you almost impossibly faster.

“Hey Kyo, I was wondering- WOAH!” The unmistakable sound of the sound hashira’s voice broke your lustful daze, your sense dialed back into one hundred as your eyes snapped towards the doorway.

Almost lightning fast, Rengoku moved the both of you back under the sheets to cover you both up and at least look somewhat modest. You watched in horror as your boyfriend tried to continue the conversation as if Tengen hadn’t just walked in on that

“H-hey, what do you need?” He asked breathlessly with a forced smile, but the embarrassed blush fighting its way onto his cheeks betrayed the calm and collected front he was trying to put up.

Tengen burst out into laughter and shook his head, yelling something about nevermind and to remember to lock the door next time over his shoulder as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Wearing a sheepish grin, Rengoku scratched nervously at the back of his neck and apologized for that. You shook your head in response. “I can’t believe you tried talking to him instead of shooing him away.”

“Sorry my love.”

Giyuu

He always tried his best to be quiet, face buried in the crook of your neck or in between your soft breasts to muffle the pleasured sounds he made with every thrust into you. He’d hate to be caught in such a compromising state, buried balls deep in his lover.

He let out a high pitched gasp after a deep roll of his hips into your delicious cunt. In soft pink lips, he takes one of your nipples into his warm mouth and rolls his tongue over it. His eyes are locked onto each expression on your face.

The slap of skin on skin added to the chorus of both you and his own soft and satisfied moans created a melody of the sinful act you both were currently entangled in. It was so sweet and pleasurable, to have him in this state.

You devoured the sight of his cheeks and shoulders tinged a slight pink from his blush, the desperate look caught in his ocean blue as he fucked your sweet pussy like his life depended on it.

Just as his voice started climbing in pitch, hinting at his oncoming orgasm, the door was pushed open without much care and a familiar girl with purple tinted ends on her hair strolled in without a single care. “Tomoika, I need you to- oh.”

He stopped dead mid thrust, completely frozen and not even daring to look over his shoulder. His whole body flared up till he was rivaling the red ends of Rengokus own hair. It seemed like his soul had literally left his own body.

“I’ll come by later…” Shinobu muttered but you could see the evil smile playing at her lips as she turned tail and closed the door softly behind her. “Lock your door next time Tomioka.” She yelled from the other side and you heard the clacking of her shoes slowly grow faintered as she walked away.

“You still alive?” You giggled at the still shocked Giyuu hovering above you, still inside you.

He shook his head in shame, collapsing over you in a boneless heap and refusing to say anything else out of pure embarrassment. You laughed and soothingly combed your hands through his hair. “I’m never looking her in the face again.” He muttered against your skin

“Good luck on that, you’ll have to eventually.” You teased and cupped his face to get him to look at you. He groaned and pushed your hands away to bury his face in between your boobs again

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summary: agitated and highly strung after a stressful day at work, jj finds himself tempted into taking his frustrations out on indie. however, only one of them is left feeling satisfied after. 

warnings: swearing. dirty talk. sexual content. unprotected sex. rough sex (kind of).

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[poge-life]

365 Days~ Rafe Cameron

Summary: After getting zero to little no alone time, you and Rafe take the Druthers out for a personal day. Things escalate fairly quickly when Rafe suggests doing a line and neither of you are complaining.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT; mentions of drugs; mainly coke but it’s Rafe so its expected, choking, spanking, oral (m/f recieving), name calling, squirting, boat sex.

word count: 5.7k words (oops)

part 2

If there’s anything about your’s and Rafe’s relationship that you were sure of, it was that it was never boring. You were the Kook Queen and he was the Kook King; you two had been together since high school and nothing was gonna change that. You were just as wild as he was and he loved that about you. Although, you didn’t hate the pogue’s as much as he did but you held a strong distaste for them.

The two of you had decided to take the ‘Druthers’ out for a day, cooler packed with some water, wine, beer, etc, a bag packed with your favorite foods, and a bag of weed and a small bag of coke. You didn’t take coke as often as he did but when you did, it was euphoric. The first time you did it was a party at Rafe’s house last year. His hair was messy for once and he was only wearing swim trunks and his birks and you let him talk you into it, he did a line off your chest, leaving a hickey in its place. That night, you had the best sex of your life.

You had on a red bikini, Rafe stating it looked amazing on y/b/s, underneath his UNC pullover and a pair of sunglasses on your face, wine glass in one hand as you watched him steer the boat. You placed the glass down next to you, moving to wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his bicep, “You’re the best boyfriend, you know that?”

Rafe smirked down at you, wrapping his hand around your waist, hooking his pinky underneath the band of your bottoms, giving your waist a squeeze, “You’ve told me once or twice.”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde, a smile on your face. “It’s just nice to have a day to ourselves without your dad, Topper, Kelce, or Sarah needing you to do something for them. You can tell them no, right?”

“I can’t really tell my dad no, considering I’m trying to prove to him that I’m the better fit to run the business than Sarah. Most of the time it’s to go to a party with Top or Kelce. And I tell Sarah no all the time.” He shrugged, downing the last of his beer. It was quiet for a bit, both of you enjoying the breeze and the sound of the water.

“You wanna do a line?” Rafe asked, turning to face you. You hesitated for a bit, nodding your head after realizing you hadn’t done one in a while. “Can you lay down for it though? There’s something I wanna do first”

Rafe smirked at you, taking you by the hand and leading you back down to the seating area. He dumped a little bit of the white powder on the table, taking out his license to separate it into piles. Rafe did as you said, laying back on the couch as you kneeled between him and the table. You dragged the line off the table and into your hand before dumping the pile on his stomach, just above his belly button. You moved it into a line before sending him a wink, taking the rolled up bill already on the table, and pressing a finger to your nose, you dragged the bill across the line, inhaling the white substance. 

You threw your head back with a deep inhale, closing your eyes as you let the drug spread through your system. You looked over at Rafe and he had his bottom lip between his teeth, a dark look in his eye. You sent him a wink before pressing your lips against his. Rafe sat up and grabbed your waist, moving you to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Rafe placed his hands on your ass, giving it a squeeze, followed by a loud smack, causing you to moan.

“Wanna take this off for me?” Rafe softly asked, pulling away from you to motion towards the pullover. You pulled it off, throwing it on the floor before wrapping your arms around his neck again, waiting for his next response. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before placing his hand on your face, “You’re always such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head at him with a small smile, one that he returned. You both just sat there, admiring each other for a few minutes before he spoke again, “Wanna be a good girl right now?”

You nodded your head at him, causing him to smirk, giving your ass another squeeze, “Lay down and take your top off.”

You climbed off his lap, sitting next to him as you undid the strings holding the top off, laying back on the couch. You heard him shuffle about a bit before he kneeled next to you, placing the powder on your chest, “God, you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen.”

Rafe absolutely worshipped your body. He had many pictures and videos of you on his phone; many of them filmed from you on top so he could get a good look at your tits bouncing as you rode him. He even talked you into getting them pierced, granted he immediately regretted that when he realized he wasn’t able to touch them for 4 months but it was worth it. The wallpaper on his phone was one picture of him with one in his mouth and the other in his hand. And his homescreen was his favorite picture by far. You were both sat in front of the mirror, one of his hands was between your legs and the other was around your neck as one of yours was around his wrist and the other was holding up his phone.

He held the rolled up bill up to his nose before repeating the action you did a few minutes prior. He let a smile make its way across his face at the feeling before looking down at you. Your pupils were blown wide and your bottom lip was between your teeth as one of your hands was in his hair and the other was laying on your stomach.

You slowly sat up, turning your body to face him as he placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down slowly, “Have I ever told you how fucking hot it is when you do that?”

The blonde smirked at you, leaning down to press his lips against yours as you wrapped your hands around his neck. You both fought for dominance, Rafe clearly winning, as you pouted when he pulled away, “You wanna move this to the bed?”

You nodded your head as your trailed your lips down his neck, leaving hickey’s down the side of it. He grabbed your hands causing you to stand up with him. He grabbed the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he placed his on your ass, walking you both carefully down the stairs to the lower level of the Druthers. You continued leaving kisses and hickey’s on his neck as he dropped you on the bed, standing at the end of the bed.

You leaned back on your elbows, looking up at him through your lashes. Rafe almost moaned at the sight of you; your chest was moving in fast paces, the light catching on the metal balls on the ends of your piercings. He smirked at the necklace around your neck. You bought it as a surprise for him; you bought a customized necklace with his name on it, telling him that when his hand couldn’t be around your neck, his name was. 

He grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the end of the bed, causing you to giggle at the action as you looked up at him. Rafe kneeled in front of you, slowly moving his hands up and down your legs, “What do you want, baby?”

“You.”

“C’mon baby. I know you can do better than that.” He smirked, hooking his fingers underneath the ends of your bottoms. You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a yelp as he smacked your thigh, “You wanna roll your eyes at me again?”

You shook your head at him as he smirked at you, “Now, what do you want, baby girl?”

“You. Your fingers, mouth, anything.”

He lightly trailed his fingers over your bottoms, smirking at you as your breathing picked up, “Where do you want my mouth and fingers?”

“My pussy Rafe. Please. I want you so bad,” You begged, looking up at him, “I’ve been a good girl. I’ll do anything.”

He raised his eyebrow at you, “anything?”. You nodded your head, grabbing onto his hand, leading it to where you wanted him the most. You held eye contact as Rafe slowly rubbed his thumb over where you placed his hands, “here? You want me here.”

“Please…daddy.” 

Rafe threw his head back with a groan at the name that slipped past your lips, looking down at you as he pulled your bottoms down your legs, spreading your legs open. Rafe licked his lips at the sight in front of him, He could see your wetness gather where he loved to touch. He slowly rubbed his thumb over your clit, smirking when you let out a moan. “You’re so wet and I haven’t even started yet.”

“You turn me on just by looking at me.”

He let out a laugh as he leaned forward to place a kiss over your heat. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue against your clit. You let out a moan as you tugged on his hair, lacing your fingers together with his. Rafe pulled away from you to place his middle and ring finger in his mouth before trailing them up and down your heat, getting them wet before sliding them in. You let out a moan as he slowly started sliding them in and out, building up speed.

“Fuck, Rafe!” You moaned, throwing your head back as he placed his mouth around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Rafe’s mouth wasn’t only good for mouthing off to pogue’s. He had full lips that you loved to kiss and you loved biting down on his bottom one. Rafe loved eating you out. He even preferred it over you giving him head. But he’d deny it if Topper or Kelce said anything about it.

You felt his fingers hit your g-spot as you let out a high pitched moan. Rafe pulled away with a smirk, “There it is. You’re always so responsive.”

Your back arched off the bed as Rafe wrapped his lips around your clit once more. You slowly started grinding your pussy against him, tugging on his hair. Rafe pulled away from you, keeping his fingers in you, slowly moving them as he slowly moved up your body, leaving kisses up it. He sucked a hickey on the side of your neck as he wrapped one of his hands around your throat.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hmm?” He asked, tightening his hold on your neck as you looked up at him, letting out a moan as he built up speed with his fingers, “C’mon baby. Use your words.”

“Yours. It’s yours Rafe.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could press your lips against his. He slipped his tongue between your lips as you both fought for dominance once; Rafe obviously winning again. 

That was definitely his biggest kink. Rafe loved hearing that you belonged to him; that he had something no one else did. Something that his dad couldn’t take away from him. And you loved it. He’s not really the jealous type but if he sees a guy getting too close at a party or the country club, he’ll just walk up to you, wrap his hand around your neck and pull you into a kiss, smirking as the guy would just awkwardly walk away. 

You moved one of your hands down his body, lightly dragging your nails down his abs before slipping your hand into his trunks, grabbing his dick in your hand, smiling as he pulled away to let out a moan, “your moans are so hot.”

“Yeah?” He mumbled, leaving kisses down your neck as moved his fingers faster, causing you to let out a loud moan as you gave his dick a squeeze, “I’m gonna cum.”

“C’mon baby. Cum all over my fingers,” He whispered in your ear, looking down at where you two were connected, “You’ve been such a good girl. Giving me what I want, when I want it. And right now, I want you to cum.”

You felt your breathing hitch at his words as your legs began to convulse as you felt that oh-so-familiar knot build up in your stomach, “Rafe, please.”

“Please what?”

“Make me cum.”

Rafe placed open mouth kisses on your neck as the only sounds that were heard were his fingers moving in and out of you at a fast pace and your moans. “Fuck fuck, oh god!”

Rafe slowly stopped moving his fingers as you came down from your orgasm. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you grabbed onto his wrist as you placed them in your mouth, cleaning your juices off of them, watching as he let his mouth hang open at the sight. You released his fingers with a pop as you started to slowly stroke his dick.

“Want your dick in my mouth.” You mumbled as he nodded his head, moving to sit with his back against the wall as you moved to sit between his legs. You left kisses down his chest, leaving hickey’s here and there. He gathered your hair in one of his hands as the other reached for his phone that was placed on the table next to the bed.

You left light kisses over the bulge in his trunks, moaning as he tightened his grip on your hair, “Don’t be a fucking tease.”

He lifted his hips as you pulled his trunks down his legs, staring as his dick hit his lower stomach. You wrapped your hand around the base, slowly stroking it as Rafe let out a moan. You brought your mouth to the tip, giving it a lick before taking him in your mouth. You moved your hand out of the way as you took all of him in your mouth, knowing that he was gonna throat fuck you in about a minute. You pulled away before looking up at him, only to be greeted with his phone pointed right at you. You sent a wink towards the device before taking him back in your mouth.

Rafe pushed your head down, holding it in place as he let out a moan, “Fuck, it’s like your mouth was made for me.” 

He released your head before lifting his hips off the bed, holding your head in place so he could fuck your mouth. He brought tears to your eyes as you gagged on him. He let out a loud moan when he brought your head back down on him, nose pressing against his crotch as you breathed heavily through your nose.

“Yeah, you’re my good little girl, aren’t you? My good little slut.” He laughed, pulling your head up by your hair, causing you to take a deep breath as you looked up at him, “Isn’t that right, baby? You’re my little slut.”

You nodded your head, moaning as he tugged your head back, “Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m your little slut.”

“That’s right. My little slut. Only I get to see you like this.”

He released your hair as you leaned down to take him back in your mouth. You sucked on the tip, causing him to buck his hips up, you gagging as he hit the back of your throat. You held your breath as you took him further into your mouth as your nose touched naval again. He bucked his hips up again, placing his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he let out a moan. Legs tensing up as he came down your throat. 

You took him out of your mouth, giving him one more kiss on the tip before opening your mouth to show him that you swallowed his cum.

“Good girl.”

“Please fuck me, Rafe.” You begged, climbing on his lap, grinding your pussy against his dick, getting him hard again. He placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to move faster as you dug your nails into his chest. 

“You can’t get enough, can you? I fuck you three times a day and you still aren’t satisfied.” He spoke, flipping you both over so he was on top of you. 

“You just fuck me so good so of course I can’t get enough.” You giggled as he rolled his eyes at you. He took his dick in his hand, rubbing the tip against your entrance before he slowly pushed into you. You both let out a moan as he finally pushed all the way inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he slowly started moving.

He grabbed one of legs and put it over his shoulder as he pulled out, leaving the tip in before slamming in all the way again. He wrapped one of his hands around your neck as he continued to slam into you.

“Fuck! You take me so well, baby.” Rafe moaned, looking down at where you two connected. He placed his other leg on his shoulder, causing him to move deeper. You let out a loud moan as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, “Right there!”

“Yeah? Right there?” Rafe slowed his movements, giving hard but slow strokes and it was driving you nuts. 

“Rafe, so help me god…”

Rafe stopped his movements all together, causing you to whine which was quickly cut off when he tightened the grip around your neck. “What was that? C’mon say it.”

“You can think you’re in charge, Sweetheart, but we know damn well who is. You were doing so good, baby. But guess you got a little too cocky. Hands and knees. Now.”

Rafe pulled out of you and you quickly flipped over, arching your back just the way you knew he liked. He gave your ass a few smacks, causing you to moan into the sheets before he slammed back into you. He gave slow and hard strokes again as you reached behind you to grab one of his hands and placed it on your head. 

He got the idea and tangled his fingers in your hair as he pulled your torso off the bed so his chest was pressed against your back. He wrapped his other hand around your neck as you placed one on the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair, the other one around the wrist that was against your throat.

“God, you take my dick so well, baby. Yeah, my little slut. Made just for me.” You let out a loud moan at his words, gripping his hair tighter in your hand. He moved his hand from your hair and wrapped it around your stomach, “Jesus. I can feel my dick right here.”

He moved your hand from his wrist and placed it where his hand previously rested. He was right. You could feel the tip of his dick pressing up against your stomach and you moaned at the feeling. Rafe always made you feel so good. So full. You loved it.

“Harder. Please fuck me harder.” You begged, throwing your head back on his shoulder as he placed kisses on the side of your neck, snapping his hips against your ass as he obeyed your words. Your walls clenched around him and he let out a moan, “You’re squeezing the fuck out of me, baby. No matter how hard or how many times I fuck you, you still feel like you did the first time we fucked. Mm, you remember that don’t you? It was Topper’s birthday and you had your ass pressed up against me the entire night. That blue dress I love on you, your tits hanging out of it. I thought about just taking you right then and there in front of everyone. I could tell you had never been properly fucked before then. You took me so well. You were so tight I about came right away. You never knew what you were into until me, isn’t that right? You didn’t know how much you liked getting called my little slut, or how it felt to have my hand around your throat. How much you liked when I spanked this pretty little ass of yours for being a tease all night. And now? You’re made for me. My perfect little slut.”

You felt that knot build up in your stomach again at Rafe’s words. You absolutely loved his filthy mouth, You let out a loud moan as you came around his dick; Rafe holding you up against him as he continued to fuck you through your climax. He gave a few more hard thrusts before he stopped his movements as he came inside you. Thank god for birth control.

Rafe moved you both so you were laying on the bed and he was laying next to you, trailing his fingers around your chest, fingers grazing the metals bars. “God, I love your tits. I’m so glad you got them pierced. One of the best decisions you ever made.”

You let out a laugh, rolling on your side to look at him, placing a hand on his face as he turned to place a kiss on your palm, “You say that like you weren’t complaining you couldn’t touch them for four months when I got them done.” 

“Can you blame me?” He asked, pulling you closer to him. Rafe grabbed your thigh and hooked it over his legs as he trailed his hand up your leg, placing it on your ass, giving it a squeeze, “You have the best body I have ever seen. You know how much I love your tits. Especially when they’re bouncing in my face when you ride me.”

You looked down between you two to see his obvious erection, causing you to shake your head at him, “Are you seriously hard again? We’ve been at this for at least an hour.”

Rafe smacked your ass, causing you to bite your lip and look up at him through your lashes as he smirked at you, “If you saw what I’m looking at, you’d be turned on all the time.”

You cranned your neck to place your lips on his, pushing on his shoulder, causing him to lay back, giving you the opportunity to climb into his lap. You slowly grinded down on his dick, causing him to softly moan into your mouth, you pulling away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth. You reached between you two as you grabbed his erection in your hand, stroking it a few times, “How about I give you your favorite view?”

Rafe smirked up at you, giving your hips a squeeze as you placed his tip at your entrance, slowly sinking down on top of him. You both let out a moan at the feeling, despite only being seperated for a few minutes. You slowly rocked your hips against his, placing your hands on his chest as he placed his on your tits, giving them a squeeze. You started to pick up your pace, the only sounds being heard was both of your moans and your ass hitting the tops of his thighs every time you came down. 

Rafe grabbed your hips, bending his knees and thrusting his hips up, fucking into you at a brutual place, “Fuck, Rafe!”

“Yeah, you take my dick so well, baby. My good girl.” Rafe praised, causing you to lean down to place your head in the crook of his neck as he continued his brutal pace. He moved one of his hands from your hips and brought it down on your ass, causing you to let out a loud moan at the feeling. 

“C’mon baby. Let me see those tits in my face.” He whispered in your ear, causing you to sit up as he placed his hands behind his head as you put yours on his chest, leaning forwards so your tits were in his face, per request.

“I’m gonna get you bars that have my initials on them,” Rafe smirked, leaning up to wrap his mouth around one of your nipples, tugging on the bar, causing you to moan at the sensation, “My name around your neck and on your tits? It’s my dream come true.”

You tangled your hands in his hair, giving it a tug as he moved his attention to the other one. This was your favorite thing about him. He always made you feel good about yourself. On the days you were insecure, he’d sit with you and whisper all his favorite things about you. People tried getting you to change his behavior towards everyone but you didn’t care. He was never a dick to you, but you did step in before things got out of hand.

You felt that familiar knot build up again for the third time in the past hour, causing you to let out a moan, “I’m gonna cum!” 

Rafe pulled away from your chest, looking up at you, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, “Yeah? You gonna cum on dick?”

You nodded your head, leaning down to connect your lips together, wrapping your arms around his neck, whining as he pulled away, “Beg.”

You stopped your movements for a second, furrowing your eyebrows at him, “Seriously?”

“You wanna cum? Beg for it, baby.” Rafe demanded, thrusting up into you again, causing you to let out a little moan at the feeling. You gripped his hair between your fingers, giving it soft tugs, keeping eye contact with him, “Daddy, please let me cum. I wanna make you feel good. Please let me cum on your dick. Please.”

Rafe threw his head back at your words, before looking back at you, “C’mon baby. Cum on my dick. Show me you wanna make me feel good.”

You felt that knot snap at his words, causing you to lean forward to place your head in the crook of his neck as your climax rushed through you. Rafe grabbed your face to pull it up to his as he fucked up into you as your legs shook, “My good girl. Always making sure she makes me feel good.” 

You placed your lips on his as Rafe finally reached his climax, holding your hips down onto his as his thrusting came to a stop, You pulled away, panting for air as you slowly climbed off his lap, Rafe moaning at the sight of both of your juices running down your slit. 

“God, I love you.” You panted, running your hands through your hair, looking over at Rafe who was smiling down at you. He leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your lips and you melted into him. He pulled away, giving you a peck on the lips before climbing off the bed, walking over to the fridge to grab two water bottles out of it, handing you one as he sat on the end of the bed, “Think you got a few more in you?”

You chugged half the bottle before crawling to the end of the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck, “For you? Always.”

You let out a giggle as Rafe stood up, turning to face you as he bent down to scoop you up. He led you both up to the top of the Druthers, placing you onto the table, one that you had accompanied him to many dinners with his family. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down with you. He leaned down to press his lips against yours as he reached between you two to run his fingers through your folds, causing you to pull away with a moan.

“You talk about me getting turned on so easily when you’re literally dripping.” Rafe smirked as you rolled your eyes at him. He wrapped his hand around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze, “Roll your eyes again and I’ll give you something to roll them about.”

Rafe grabbed his dick in his hand, rubbing the tip against your fold, collecting the wetness that was there before roughly pushing into you causing you to let out a gasp at the feeling, eyes in fact rolling back, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Rafe was quick with his movements, fucking into you at a brutual pace. Rafe looked down and almost came at the sight; your head was thrown back, back arched off the table, one hand holding one of your tits, and the other was pressed down where dick was pressing up against your stomach.

Rafe stood up, pulling you with him, he tucked his hands under your knees and you wrapped your arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes as he continued his brutal pace. You threw your head back, causing Rafe to speak out, “Nah, keep your eyes on me. Look at me. I wanna watch you fall apart, baby.”

You brought your head up to look at him, a blissed out look on your face, causing him to smirk at you. Rafe loved making you feel like this. He loved the way you looked when he fuck you into obvilion. You always got a dazed look in your eye that he loved. It sent a sense of pride to him, knowing he ruined any guys chance at making you feel the way he does; not that he’d ever give any guy the opportunity.

Your orgasm came quick this time, washing over you, making your toes curl, nails digging into the tops of Rafe’s shoulders as he was quick to follow you. He slowly dropped your legs, still holding onto you as your legs were shaky from four orgasms. Rafe pushed your hair out of your face, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, leaning his forehead against yours, “One more. I want one more from you.”

You slowly nodded your head, still dazed from your previous ones. He led you up the stairs to the foredeck where cushions were placed for sunbathing. He laid down, motioning for you to climb on top of him. You connected your lips together as Rafe placed his hands on your back, rubbing circles on it as you reached between you two, pulling away from him as you mumbled, “Your stamina amazes me, Cameron.”

Rafe sent you a wink as he grabbed your hips, giving them a squeeze as you finally sank down on him. You rolled your hips in a circle as he threw his head back. You placed your hands on his chest, not trusting yourself to have enough energy to hold yourself up as you moved your hips up to were just the tip was in, before bringing your hips back down on him, causing you both to let out a loud moan.

“You’re so good to me, baby. So, so, so, good.” He praised, grabbing your hands in his, lacing your fingers together as you leaned down to place your lips on his. Rafe thrusted his hips up, causing you to moan in his mouth as his dick rubbed against your g-spot. You pulled away, breathless as you leaned your forehead on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He smiled, bringing your head down to press your lips together. He flipped you both over as you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Rafe placed his hands above your head as he remained eye contact with you. He angled his hips up, hitting your g-spot as you let out a loud moan, digging your nails into his back, causing him to moan at the feeling. 

Rafe moved one of his hands down to rub his thumb against your clit, smirking as you let out a loud ‘Fuck’. You felt an unfamiliar feeling build up and you furrowed your eyebrows as Rafe picked up speed with his thrusting and his thumb. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and dug your nails harder into his back, no doubt drawing blood. 

Your toes curled at the sensation and that not finally snapped. Your legs shook around him, your vision got blurry and stars litterred your vision, causing Rafe to reach his climax, leaning down to place his lips on yours. He pulled away when your legs finally stopped shaking against his hips. He looked down between you two with a smirk, looking back up at you.

You looked down at what he smirked at and felt your face heat up, “Did I just…”

“You fucking squirted. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, sliding out of you, causing you to let out a whimper at the feeling. Rafe laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms as you laid your head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down your back, placing kisses on your head every few minutes.

“This is not at all how I imagined today to go.” You mumbled, letting out a yawn. Rafe reached over and grabbed the blanket that was laying a few feet away from him, pulling it over the two of you, “I;m not complaining tho.”

“Sleep. I’ll wake you up in a bit so we can go home.” 

You nodded your head, eyes closing as drowsiness finally hit after the last few hours took a lot of energy, Rafe placing a kiss on your head as he mumbled ‘I love you’

[shunsuiken]

rough day. kinktober 2020

character chosen. tomioka giyuu

genre. nsfw, modern era au

kink included. sleepy sex

wc. 1.3k

an. its the way im an absolute whore for giyuu

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[tengens-bunny]

Just hear me out real quick *clears throat* an au where reader is a camgirl and our boys are her #1 donators

[ ❦ ] cam girl! au; headcannons

NSFW WARNING || 18+

- ̗̀➛ characters :

giyuu, nemi, kyou, tengen, sabito

- ̗̀➛ summary :

an au where reader is a cam girl, and our boys are her highest paying patreons

- ̗̀➛ author’s note :

aight bet *cracks knuckles*

maybe i’ll make a whole ass scenario or mini series off of this, who knows, but for now, enjoy these headcannons

and for a change of pace, let’s do more than my main hoes

G. Tomioka

This guy probably found you through Sabito

One day he just walked into the room and glanced at Sabito’s screen and once he does he just can’t take his eyes off

You had him hypnotized from the very first second he laid eyes on you

From the soft cries that left your lips to the way your legs trembled around the toy you were thrusting into your wet cunt

HE WAS HOOKED

Sabito will turn to find Giyuu behind him, his blue eyes filled with lust and a prominent hard on

“Like what you see?” Sabito chuckles before tossing Giyuu his phone, “Just make sure you don’t get any of your jizz on my phone.” he teases, before leaving Giyuu with his phone to take care of his little friend. 

Giyuu doesn’t even have time to come up with a response as the next video plays, the sight of your bare cunt on display with your fingers spreading your labia apart made him choke on his breath. Needless to say, Sabito wasn’t getting his phone back anytime soon.

Bonus: He probably goes through Sabito’s favorites to see what else he has that he can masturbate to, cause like, the man knows where it’s at

S. Shinazugawa

Sanemi is probably one of your biggest patrons

He’ll be scrolling through his recommended list and stop at the sight of your cute ass cheeks on the thumbnail 

so plump 

so smackable

he just fantasizes over what they’d look like with his hand prints all over them

You’ll be on your hands and knees with a fucking machine driving into your cunt at a fast pace

The fucking machine is of course controlled by the donations you get from your patrons, so the more $$ the higher the speed it fucks you at

He’ll get excited once he clicks on the thumbnail and hears your soft whimpers, your whole entire body trembling; signaling to him that you had just cum

He’ll donate a large amount just so that he can watch the machine fuck you at a fast and harsh pace, imagining that it was him pounding into your tight and wet cunt

Your whimpers only get louder and louder from the brisk pace of the machine, your hands fisting the silky sheets between your fingers while your body convulses from the pleasure, your poor abused cunt, so sensitive from your previous orgasms

His donations are very generous, so generous you allow him to pick what will happen on the streams sometimes

T. Uzui

You know the whole Saturday is for the boys thing? N O P E

Saturdays are for you and for you only, since you stream every Saturday

Like Sanemi, Tengen is probably also one of your biggest patrons and has access to all the VIP shit that you offer

He probably has all your videos downloaded offline so that he can watch them everywhere

His favorite one is where you’re riding a dildo suctioned cupped to the floor

He likes watching your cunt get stretched by the plastic toy, enjoying the sounds of your whimpers as you slowly sink down on the damn thing

He wonders what its like to have your cunt wrapped around his cock, your ribbed walls squeezing around his cock, milking his cock till your cunt is overflowing with his cum and yours combined

Definitely loves the way you role play on your live streams too

“Please Daddy I’ve been good,” you begged, your hips still, once you sank all the way down on the toy. “Won’t you fill me up with all of your love now?”

K. Rengoku

This man never misses a live stream

If he can’t watch it, he’s recording it 

theres just absolutely no way he’s missing out on his dirty little slut

As one of your top paying patrons, he also has some control of what you do on stream some times

“That’s it baby girl, touch yourself for me”

“Tease yourself nice and slow”

“Run your fingers up and down your slit for me baby girl, but don’t stick them in just yet.”

“Spread your cunt for me angel, show Daddy how wet you are”

He makes it an effort to cum at the same time as you whenever you touch yourself. He’s gotten so accustomed to the sounds you make and the way your body reacts, that he’s learned to time himself whenever he masturbates to you.

Sabito

This cocky bastard

probably also has control of your stream from time to time and just loves to edge you

loves to hear you beg to cum and definitely wants to hear you beg for his cock

Just one look of your innocent face and he was already all over you account

Wants nothing more than to cum all over that pretty little face of yours

Wants to be the one to taint your innocence

and wreck your pussy

He probably has access to all your VIP benefits too and enjoys all the personal photos he gets of you

Probably persuades you to do a private live stream for him and let me tell you, after that live stream, you guys have probably met up on numerous occasions to fuck

You’ve never felt that aroused on stream before and knowing that he was watching you, controlling you, telling you what to do just made you so damn needy you felt like you were going insane

Everything he was telling you to do, wasn’t new to you before, but why the fuck did it feel 100000x better when he was telling you what to do?

“I don’t think you deserve it Kitten,” Sabito teased, shutting the fucking machine off with a click of the button; a needy whine leaving the girl’s lips as Sabito denied her 4th orgasm. “Please Daddy, I want to cum. I need it.”

Safe to say you’ve never came that hard before in your life; except for when Sabito is around. Now during your live streams all you can think about is his cock as you plunge the sex toy in and out of your cunt. You probably moan his name sometimes on stream too.

[tengen-sama]

You can ignore this request if you want, but may i request a Tengen nsfw with an S/O who’s insecure (body worshipping kink at it’s finest-)

[ ❦ ] beach days; scenario 

NSFW WARNING || 18+

- ̗̀➛ body worship, public sex

- ̗̀➛ pairing:

tengen x small chested! reader

- ̗̀➛ author’s note: 

hello! body worship is probably one of my favorite things to write!

normally people who request this from me ask if the reader can be chubby or have stretch marks, but since you didn’t specify i’m going to combine your request with another ask and make the reader on the skinnier side to give our smoll girls some love too 💕

i hope you don’t mind

also, tengen isn’t married here 

[f/n] sighed in delight at the feeling of the sand scrunching beneath her feet and in between her toes. The cool breeze of the ocean contrasting the harsh rays of the sun.

A soft squeal leaving her lips as the breeze starts to pick up, her hand moving down to stop the hem of her shirt -well, Tengen’s shirt from floating up. The said male appearing beside her in seconds, his own hands moving to grip the bottom of his shirt that she wore, trying to get the article of clothing over her head.

“What are you still wearing this for?” he chuckled, laughing at the way she struggled against him. “Don’t tell me you’re not wearing anything underneath.” he teased, putting his hands up in defeat as she playfully smacked his chest.

His grin broadening at the sight of her flushed cheeks. 

“I am! I just don’t want to get in the water yet.” she huffed, trying her best to control the blush that crept up her cheeks. 

“No need to be embarrassed, I wouldn’t mind if you weren’t wearing anything underneath at all.” he teased once more,leaning in to steal a kiss before she could land another hit. 

“I’m just teasing babe.” he smiled, pulling the girl into his arms -his palms resting on her lower back. “The sun feels great though, don’t you want to feel it on your back?” he asked, looking down at the girl who avoided his gaze. Her eyes focused on the girls who chatted amongst themselves. 

“Maybe later.” she mumbled, tearing her gaze away from the group of girls to look back at the male before her, their hourglass figures and bustier appearances still present in her mind. 

Tengen frowned at the lack of enthusiasm in her answer. Cupping her cheek, he squatted down to get a better look at her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle and calm -a look of concern present, behind his ruby colored eyes. 

“Nothings wrong.” she replied, her eyes flickering to the side before meeting Tengen’s eyes; an action Tengen was familiar with, something she only did when she lied. 

With his hand still pressed against her cheek, Tengen turned his head to the side to see what it was she was looking at earlier -his crimson colored orbs landing on a group of girls that were sunbathing together. 

Turning back around, he took both of her cheeks in his hands. 

“My eyes are only on you. There are over 100 girls on this beach but my eyes are only on you.” he smiled, his expression softening at the sight of the tears that welled up in her eyes. The sincerity of his voice causing her bottom lip to tremble, a feeling of shame and embarrassment washing over her for being insecure about something so trivial. 

“To me you’ll always be the most beautiful girl in my eyes and the only girl who has a place in my heart.” he finished, wiping the tears that began to roll down her face. 

“I love you.” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against her own, enjoying the sound of the soft giggle that left her lips.

“I love you more.” she sniffled, leaning back to wipe the rest of the tears off her face. 

“Good, so in that case, I guess you won’t mind if I did this.” 

In a single motion, Tengen had tugged the shirt off the girls body exposing the swimsuit she wore beneath it -which Tengen might add, was definitely a sight he could get used to.

Scooping the girl in his arms, he tossed her over his shoulder, whilst he slowly made his way towards the water. A hearty laugh escaping his lips at the squeals of protest she made as she pounded her fists against the Sound Pillar’s back. 

"Hey put me down!” she yelped, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“Not a chance.” he grinned, flaunting her figure around as if she was some kind of trophy. “Just sit tight and look pretty.” he ordered, giving her ass a playful slap. 

“Tengen.” she whined, elongating the “n”. “Please.” she begged. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll put you down.” 

“Really-” Before she could say anything else, the said male had dropped her body into the water -an innocent grin spreading across his features as her head resurfaced above the water, a pout present on her luscious lips. 

“I hate you.” she huffed, combing her fingers through her hair to push her hair back; keeping the wet clumps of hair out of her face. 

“You don’t.”

“My feet can’t touch the floor here.” she complained, her legs starting to ache from treading so long in the water. 

“Better?” he asked, moving in closer so that she could wrap her legs around his waist whilst her arms snaked around the back of his neck. 

“Much better.” she confirmed, allowing her body to relax against Tengen’s broad chest -enjoying the warmth that radiated off his body, resting her head against his chest to listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

“Look at me real quick.” 

The second she lifted her head from his chest, Tengen’s lips were on top of hers; their lips moving against each other’s in sync -his tongue easily dominating the kiss, massaging her wet muscle with his own. 

“You don’t have to feel insecure about your breasts.” he started off, pulling away from the kiss so that the two of you could catch your breaths.

“They’re small and cute just like you.” he whispered, snaking one of his hands behind her back to undo the strings of her bikini top. 

“What are you doing, what if someone sees?” she gasps, nuzzling closer into Tengen’s chest to hide herself, her arms moving to cover her exposed breasts for insurance. 

“Good, then everyone will know that you’re mine and I’m yours.” he continued, raising her legs so that she was positioned higher, so that her bare chest was positioned in front of his face. 

“Small and cute.” he repeated, before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. His wet muscle playing with the pink bud that slowly began to harden with each flick of his tongue. “And I like all the cute sounds you make.” he added on, winking at the girl who struggled to keep her composure together.

Her fingers intertwining with the soft locks of his hair, tugging softly at the roots every time the pleasure was too much for her to bear. 

“Tengen I need you.” she mewled once she felt the heat rush in between her legs. The dull ache growing stronger and stronger as Tengen continued to neglect her pussy, his mind still focused on her breast that he continued to suckle on. 

“Tell me you won’t be insecure about your breasts anymore.” he demanded, swirling his tongue around her nipple for the last time before pulling away with a wet sounding plop.

“I- I won’t be insecure about them anymore.” she panted, loosening the grip her legs had on his upper body so that she could slide down his torso and align her pussy with his cock.  

“And promise to tell me when something is bothering you.” he added on, lowering one hand to cup her ass and keep the girl in place; whilst his other hand went to lower his swimming trunks and free his erection.

“I promise.” she nodded, shivering as she felt Tengen move her bikini bottoms to the side, the head of his cock prodding her entrance.

“Good.” he murmured, connecting their lips into a passionate kiss as he slowly eased his cock inside of her. A throaty groan leaving his lips at the way her tight  hole greedily sucked in his cock.

[f/n] was the first to pull away from the kiss, her forehead resting on Tengen’s shoulder as she tried her best to adjust to the size of his cock, his thick member stretching her pussy out in the best way possible.

“So full.” she sighed, enjoying the feeling of being stretched and filled at the same time. 

“Just wait till I fill you up with my cum.” he growled, moving his hands so that they were gripping on the curves of her hips; lifting her petite body up and down so that she was bouncing along his cock -using her body as if she was his own personal flesh light. trying to get her ribbed walls to milk the cum out of his thick cock with each thrust.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” he panted, sinking her hips down even faster every time her pussy clenched around his cock; doing his best to fight against the water, that seemed to slow down his movements.

[f/n] tried her best to increase the friction between them, using her legs to pull her body in closer every time Tengen tried to sink her hips back down into his cock -trying to fuck herself on his thick member.

The strength in her legs slowly began to disappear as she felt herself nearing the edge, stars clouding her vision each time Tengen pumped his cock in and out of her.

“Cumming.” she whimpered, her nails raking down the Sound Pillar’s back as she let her orgasm rob her of her senses. Her body shuddering in the male’s hold while her pussy spasmed around his cock.

“Fuck I love you.” Tengen grunted, thrusting his hips a couple more times before releasing his seed inside of her -a silent moan leaving his lips as he felt her cunt contract around his length, milking him for what he was worth.

“Can I have my top back?” she asked, her breathing still uneven. Soft pants leaving her lips with every breath she took. 

A wry grin plastered Tengen’s lips upon hearing the girl’s words. 

“I, uhm, I kind of lost it.” he chuckled sheepishly, preparing himself for the lecture he was about to receive.

[anime-qveen]

NSFW hcs of inosuke and his s/o asking for creampies? Thank You!

Asking Inosuke to cum inside you will take him by surprise because you were always super careful during sex.

It surprises him so much that he slows his thrusts to quiet the loud slapping of skin against skin, so he can hear you clearly

“I want you to cum in me” You repeat pushing back against him, silently asking him to speed back up

The moment you turn your head and look at Inosuke you can see his eyes turn black as coal with lust

As he digs his nails into your hips, he imagines your belly swollen with his child and electricity travels throughout his entire being

Inosuke never knew he had a breeding kink before today, but your words awakened something buried deep inside him

He gripped your hips, digging his nails into your skin once more, and buries his cock so deep you can practically feel it pulsing inside you.

Insokue thrusts inside you at an almost unbearable speed. He bites down hard on his lip as his true animalistic nature come out

Unable to hold back his release anymore, he empties his seed inside your soaking cunt.

He cums so much that it starts to leak out and dampen the bed sheets. But neither of you have enough energy to care.

As Inosuke watches his thick cum drip out of your hole, he feels his cock twitch in excitement

He quickly flips you on your back and opens your legs wide, ready to ravish you again

[jackrrabbit]

Bloodlust /// Sanemi x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: A naive demon is waylaid by the Wind Hashira.

A/N: Might fuck around and get back into KNY…Sanemi is one mean bastard, and I’m here for it. Be warned—this is pretty brutal (not by canon standards, but still). ngl I’ve missed writing stuff like this 🥺

Tags/warnings: sadomasochism, noncon, hatefucking!!!! is def the best way to describe what happens in this fic, threats, violence, demon reader & demon things, primal, degradation, outdoor sex, bloodplay & marechi kink stuff, yandere? obsessive fixation ig, some creative liberties have been taken with canon

You’d almost forgotten what it feels like to be weak.

Strength came with the territory when you were turned into a demon, along with the hunger: all-encompassing, oppressive, like you’re starving every second you’re not eating. Apparently you’re better able to control your hunger than other demons, not that you’ve met many—none, actually, other than the one who turned you. He was the one who told you to exercise control, who told you that you’ve done well to stealthily pick off prey that wouldn’t be missed instead of attracting attention. He was the one who told you about demon slayers.

You almost laughed at the idea at the time. A group of humans who tried to resist demons? Tried to kill them? How? Every human you’ve encountered since you were turned—hunters, mostly, men who’d wandered into the woods looking for something to eat—has been pathetically weak against you. Life as a demon is simple. As long as you stay in the shadows and avoid the sun, you have nothing to fear.

Sometimes you daydream about making your way to a village and gorging yourself, but you don’t mind the hunger so much. You can get by on scraps. And besides, the demon who turned you warned you not to go overboard. He said to stay away from the humans’ notice—not that the threat of some human calling themselves a “demon slayer” bothered you. You know how strong you are; you can feel it in your blood, your muscles, your bones. You don’t understand how a flesh-and-blood human could threaten that.

You don’t understand…until you meet him. The Wind Hashira. You should’ve listened to the warnings about demon slayers.

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[slightlymore]

Professor Jaemin | Part 1

Warning: this is a university setting where both parties are adults, it still talks about fucking your professor tho which is illegal so please don’t to that in real life, okay? pinky promise lol | corrupting | daddy/little girl 

PART 2 click it if you want to get wet  aha

It was not until you started to sit in the front that you understood you had a crush on your professor. He was a young and handsome fella and everyone, everyone - man or woman in your class, was swooning over him, flirting, asking him useless questions, bending over his desk to show their full breasts. He would smile at them, eyeing the decolté, knowing very well what was going on, but never doing anything about it. 

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[ja3minz]

exhilaration ✸

❛ na jaemin. ❜

warnings: first time sex, size, praise, virgin and innocence kink. maybe a little bit of corruption kink as well. a little bit of possessive talk and degradation. overall, jaemin just being the best boyfriend ever.

you were so delightfully inexperienced. it was impossibly adorable, how easily responsive you were to something so simple as a touch to your thigh.

it baffled jaemin when you told him you’d never been kissed before. never touched by anyone else, never even really touched yourself at all. this was an entirely new world for you, and jaemin was so excited to explore it. it wasn’t like he was extremely experienced; he’d had a few makeout sessions, and he’d even fingered someone to orgasm. but in your eyes, he was like an all knowing sex god.

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[nctsworld]

all day, all night

✩ jaemin x reader | smut | 2.1k

→ summary: you give jaemin a good morning, and he makes sure you have a good night. → warnings: smut, pwp, oral sex (male receiving), facef*cking, c*m swallowing, m*sturbation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, light bdsm (wrist grabbing from behind)  → rating: explicit  → notes: so my idea originated from jaemin thrusting in make a wish choreo, then it took on a life of its own??? idek??? and yes i know the gif is shite quality

→ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Mondays are the worst, but waking up beside Jaemin always makes them better.

Usually, you steal deep kisses from one another under the sheets before you get up, and on the rare occasion, the kissing would escalate to quick love-making. 

However, this Monday is a little different. 

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[notnctu]

switchin’ lanes - l.jn | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series 

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, pwp???, fluff (if u squint) wordcount ➠ 8.3k details ➠  fem!reader, streetracer!jeno, badboy!jeno, college!au,  ━ where you and jeno are in a relationship, but not with each other. warnings ➠ explicit language, cheating, flirty banter, alcohol consumption, drugs, yall at a party, physical fighting (not with you), mentions of cuts/bruises, hickeys, drunk public dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f/receiving) synopsis ➠ If your boyfriend didn’t decide to join such a stupid unofficial club, then maybe you wouldn’t be in such a sticky situation where Lee Jeno is literally knuckles deep in your sticky situation as he drives you home. Or maybe if your boyfriend actually touched you, then you wouldn’t be seeking it from someone else, who can’t keep his hands off of you. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo​ ; @dearlyminhyung​

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! i hope you enjoy the series pls leave me feedback lmaoo ill literally take anything. we also hit a milestone for followers and honestly its so crazy to know how quickly this tiny sideblog has grown! we’re so thankful that yall follow us, thank u for lovin us and we will try our best to put out more content!! also through the lens hit 1k notes how is that even possible like wow im speechless thank u for everyone who left such kind comments i treasure every form of feedback :) 

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