[sanjisblackasswife]

Just wanted to say i’m in love with all of your posts 🫂!! I would like to request a friends with benefits relationship with our beloved monster trio?? How that would turn out in the long run

Feel free to ignore, have a good day love <33

A/N: Omg ur my first request I’m crying tysm ;,) of course I gotchu and thank u!! Hopefully you enjoy:3 I got carried away so it’s kinda long sjsjsj

(NSFW/SFW) Having A Friends With Benefits Relationship with the Monster Trio (Fem! Reader)

CW: SO MUCH FLUFF PLS, Mentions of sex, FWB, Friends to Lover(s), a bit of angst, aaanddddd yeah lol.

Luffy

Personally I believe this would have only happened if you knew Luffy before the two years and if you already had a bit of a touchy friendship with him.

Also this FWB started once he turned 19 not when he was 17 lol

How it started:

Luffy was never interested in having sex nor cared, but after turning 18 & then now 19 a bit of his libido began to liven up more. You and Luffy always had a good opened friendship so it didn’t surprise you that one night when you both were sneaking more food to eat in his room you had a deep conversation about relationships, that then turned to you both admitting your never kissed someone, then eventually you both became each others first kiss, first oral sex experience, and then finally loss your virginity to each other.

You thought after having sex with your captain it would have been kind of weird. Luffy was very flustered and embarrassed the whole time, but afterwards he perked up a bit. It actually was fun to him and wanted to do more.

And that’s what got you both to being friends with benefits.

It wasn’t something you both verbally agreed on, it just sort of happened after the 2 year break. You knew it wouldn’t have any merit nor alter in your friendship with your captain because you both had specific goals and had trained harder than ever to succeed at reaching them. You had no complaints though and Luffy didn’t either.

He typically views your…time in bed as “play time.”

“Y/N do you wanna play with me?” He has his signature snicker behind the question hinting at what he wanted. The rest of the crew seen no difference in your friendship besides you both going to disappear for a few minutes then coming back all happy and giggly. The only person that found out was Zoro due to his keen observation skills, but he didn’t believe it at first since he never thought his captain interested in that at all due to all the women he ignored on their journey. But it was true and you actually enjoyed it, it was fun, you both only really did it every other day when you had complete free time or when there was a party going on and you both slipped away for a quickie.

How it’s going:

It’s been about 8 months into the FWB with him and it’s becoming more difficult to deny yourself of wanting to be around Luffy. He’s gotten so much better at sex and even starting to do things like cuddle you afterwards or give you a massage of places he hurt you. But besides all that Luffy began to do things you usually never seen him do before to you.

He started to bring you back gifts, protect you in battle, and sometimes you just catch him wanting to eat or nap with you. The more closer you got the more you started to feel more than just sexual desire from him, but you started to actually have FEELINGS for the man. You knew Luffy wasn’t the type to be anybody’s man so you try to ignore the feelings hoping they’re just a phase, but they would only worsen the more closer he got to you. You weren’t sure if he realized what he was doing, but because of this you tried to keep yourself busy after having sex; going straight to sleep until he leaves, picking up chores for everybody, just anything to keep your feelings at bay because you couldn’t handle the awkward rejection of him denying you of being inclusive.

“Luffy?” You shut your door behind you, it was about 10pm and you wanted to take a quick nap before you had to go on watch duty, you assumed Luffy was in his room for the night after letting him know you wanted to be alone so seeing him there was a shocker. locking the door, seeing his tired body starfished on your bed with his hat on his face. He jumped up to greet you with a smile. Tonight wasn’t the usual night you had sex so you felt a bit confused.

“Y/N! You’re back!” His arms stretched out to hold you tight and give you a fat wet kiss on the cheek. You hated it because it wasnt something you needed right now to avoid further feelings with him. “I missed you hehehehe.”

“Luffy i um…” you adjusted yourself on his lap to straddle him since he wouldn’t let go, “I thought you were sleep…did you…wanna play?”

“Oh no! Maybe in the morning, but…are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

His gaze softens and his smile narrows down at you, his arms loosen to let you sit beside him on the bed as he looks down swinging his feet.

“I just…I don’t know you’ve been distant. Did I make you mad? I wanted to actually PLAY play with you with Usopp, but Nami said you were busy, then I wanted to train with you, but you were taking a nap, and then I wanted to eat with you, but Sanji said you ate early and headed to the watch tower. I barely see you.”

Luffy was always the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but for him to express his concern to you like this made you feel guilty. It wasn’t his fault at all. It was yours. Maybe both, you wasn’t sure so you sighed at him trying to find the right words.

“I just…I been avoiding you because….I…I made a mistake….and I’m afraid you won’t like me because of it.”

He cocked his head to the side, just for a moment he frowned then smiled again harshly patting your back. “What do you mean you could never make me mad I love you!”

Love?

Wait…

“You love me…?”

“Yeah! Duh.” He scoffed, confused at your confusion. “Don’t I Tell you that a lot?”

“No Luffy we Never told each other that.” You felt like he was playing a cruel joke on you, no way he was being for real…but due to him not laughing with you he meant it.

“Oh…well I do love you, y/n. Don’t you love me back?”

“I..I do, but…well wait do you love me as a friend or LOVE love me.”

Luffy squinted his eyes and have you an unreadable look. He then rubbed his chin with his finger pretending to think, “Both.”

“Both?”

“Yeah both you’re mine!”

“…like a girlfriend?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” Luffy laughed at your puzzled face, putting his hat on your head to then throw you on his lap as he lays back on the back. “You’re my girlfriend. I mean I think you are, i think about you a lot, i like being around you alot, and my big bro Ace always told me that’s what a girlfriend is…i think…? I thought we were a couple months ago….remember Valentine’s Day?”

That day you could never forget. You and Luffy spent the entire day together and you remember a ring he stole found and gave it to you. To this day you wear it as a necklace since it couldn’t fit your finger properly.

“Yeah this one! I gave it to you as like a promise! A promise that we will always be together !” He pulled out the jewelry from your shirt and played with it with his fingers. You felt some heat on your cheeks. A promise ring? Who the hell told him about those? “I asked Nami for some advice on what I should get you and she told me you love jewelry so I wanted to give it to you to make sure you know you’re my one and only!”

You never assumed Luffy had these feelings as well, but he of course expressed them in his own way: with more action than words and honestly it was a relief. You smiled at him rubbing his still chubby cheeks to pull him into a sweet kiss.

“You’re my one and only too.”

Zoro

Zoro was the one that offered the suggestion (during the skypiea arc may I add)

You both had alotta tension between each other enemies to FWB HELLO

You of course accepted and honestly the second you did he took you right on his workout bench SKSJSJS I

How it Started

When you first joined not too long after Sanji you and Zoro were both the swordsmen of the group which off bat made so much tension. He was a bit envious of you.

You both trained each other and that grew into a bond, but you both kept bickering like an old couple, the old couple bickering that then ended up with Zoro kabedon’ing you and kissing you. It wasn’t surprising considering you both have not only made mean remarks towards each other, but also flirtatious one’s

“You can be such a brat….”

“Oh Yeah? You wanna be a brat tamer then?”

Eventually enough was enough and that’s when you both started having casual sex. It was usually only done if you or him were stressed out. Zoro made it completely clear that no feelings will be involved of having sex and you didn’t mind it at all. He was your personal trainer and booty Call? Big W.

Sex with Zoro was quick and discreet, mainly because he didn’t want anybody in your business and getting the wrong idea so when the ship was docked you slid into a cheap hotel and had your fun there, however the days where you’re stuck on a boat and either of you feel needy you just offer Zoro if he wanted to train with you and that was his signal.

It was plausible that you have grown to fall for the Marimo, during the last 6 months you both actually learned a lot about each other and how much you guys have in common besides your weapons. That bond led to more time together, you both used to be paired off (sometimes to have a quickie) and fighting side by side. It was nice to be around him.

And he felt the same way too.

How it’s going

2 years have passed with no contact of Zoro. You of course thought about him a lot during your time training to be a better swordsman, but any feelings you believed you could have developed been diminished and you were more than ready to be back with your crew.

“Good to see you again, greenhead.”

“I know it is..missed me?”

Seeing each other again brought back memories you wished you would have cherished more before leaving. There was a few times Zoro had to speak to you about something important but it would always either get interrupted or possibly. Zoro usually tired to wear his heat on his sleeve, and be blunt with you as you are with him, but it felt different now? Almost like a shift between you both?

You knew he grew and got stronger while being away, but after 2 months since the reunion it’s like he wants nothing to do with you. You both didn’t joke as much, he didn’t laugh at your dumb jokes, he didn’t even want to train with you anymore.

“You’re not as strong as me to spar with.”

The comment was insulting! You trained just as hard as anybody else with battle scars to prove it and now…

“Excuse me?! You think you too good enough for a little training with me now?!” You shoved his shoulder back to face you as he was walking away, but he just grumbled to himself not even wanting to make eye contact with you. “The hell is with you why are you acting like an ass?!”

“Shut the hell up you’ve always been so sensitive I thought the two years you’d finally grow a pair!”

His words were so sharp you had to chuckle from tears trickling your eye. This wasn’t the same Zoro you were friends with. He turned his back to walk away, but you weren’t finished. No he had to explain himself.

You pulled your blade out to hit his side with the blunt part of your sword, but you truly under estimated Zoro’s speed when he grabs your wrist and flips you to the ground. Man, Zoro really didn’t discriminate with fighting back.

He’s squatting over your but holding your one arm against your back, Zoro chuckled to himself seeing you let go of your sword in defeat, but his curled smile then fell to a slow frown hearing your sniffles.

“Hey..” He finally got off of you to help you up. He didn’t hurt you actually, well not physically, but it felt like Zoro just didn’t care about you like you thought he did. Even though your love for him romantically has died, the love you have for him as a friend never did.

He seen your tears and with his rough touch he pulled your chin to look at him, “I’m..—“

“It’s whatever, Zoro. Sorry I did that..” Picking up your weapon to just go back in your room for the evening to forget everything was the initial plan. That was until the sword man tsk’ed to himself and grabbed your arm. With no words your sword dropped again as well as his with you now being squeezed into his strong arms.

“I’m apologizing to you, Y/N…I’m sorry.”

You didn’t have any words, your eyes just stared off over his shoulder still being held as if you were ganna disappear again before his very eyes if you let go.

“I know you been noticing me avoiding you…I didn’t want to, but I had to…I…before we separated I wanted to tell you that I um…”

“I…”

“I broke the sex rule.”

Zoro pulled back away from you, with his face now being so pink, he noticed himself and looked away annoyed like. He hated expressing his feelings but this was the only way he could get rid of this weight he’s been carrying for so long.

“I don’t know why…but 2 years ago…after we started having just sleeping together I…I started to like you…a lot…and it’s something I know we both agreed not to, but I couldn’t help it. It started to become more than us fucking…we shared a lot of moments together and I know you probably don’t feel the same way especially after so long, but I had to tell you or else I’d just keep avoiding you….I hated seeing your face look so sad when I wasn’t paying attention to you….you looked like a damn abandoned puppy.”

You laughed through your tears which made Zoro grin as he whipped your face. “I’m sorry.”

Never would you this the Pirate Hunter Zoro would be APOLOGIZING. You knew this would probably never happen again so without thinking you just hugged him tightly.

“You know…what if I told you I broke it too.” You’d be lying to say him hugging you didn’t bring back a bunch of feelings your swore you thought you threw away

“Then…”

“Then…how about we both take it slow…if that’s what you want to do. AT LEAST HANG OUT WITH ME AGAIN PLEASEEEE. Or else imma hanging out with the cook…he does look a bit cuter now aft—-“

Zoro had to stop your ridiculous claims with kissing you. If you kept going he probably would have went straight to the kitchen to cut Sanji up.

“Oh?” You teased, pulling back. He looked away from you tsk’ing once again, but you giggled wrapping around the back of his neck to kiss him more passionately this time.

“Let’s take it slow then.” He mumbled on your lips. You didn’t have time to respond as he kissed you again to then pick you up and hold you against the wall. He still wanted to take it slow, but he had to apologize for how he acted in a more physical way.

Sanji

Surprisingly (and ironically) he was the hardest the convince to get become FWB

Literally does not understand it. He loves you sm.

He only declined at first because after explaining that it was just sex and no love involved he wasn’t sure if he was able to just have sex with you without catching feelings

However it was okay because you both ended up falling for each other KSJSHSKS

How It Started:

(It was after the Water 7 arc that mf really carried pls)

The topic of sex only came up because of your constant teasing. You had so much fun flustering him, you didn’t think it was a big deal until he told you the truth about how he felt.

“Oh common don’t act like a whole bunch of women aren’t like this towards you anyways you should be used to it!”

“I um..no..not really.”

It kind of shocked you. Sanji had his flaws, but he was a cute boy! Very respectful and really sweet to women how come no woman has tried anything with him?!

It took a minute but after a few months of getting to know each other he explains how he never even gotten to kiss a girl before. He felt ashamed and less of a man, but that wasn’t further from the truth!

“Well how about..” Your arms reached around his neck smelling the smoke from his mouth mixed in with some mint. “I give you that. Trust me I don’t have c—MMPH!”

Pretty boy got so excited he just went for the kiss, however getting to into it your butt hit the counter with his cold hands rubbing your warm skin that was exposed from the thin shirt and short shorts you were wearing.

“I love you, marry me!” You barely had time to comprehend what he was saying in between kisses. You had to stop him once he picked you up and placed you in the counter.

At that point you did find his….assertion attractive , so you agreed to take his virginity! It was a short lived conversation, because he was already trickling of blood, but once he calmed down you decided to go and do it in the bathtub. (His idea)

After that Sanji actually became a whole new man, he viewed women so much more differently (in a good way) and he had you to thank for it. You on the other hand just wanted to help your FRIEND. Out.

But Sanji didn’t understand? When he’d bring you back roses, and try to make you a personal dinner you always declined his advances telling him that you both aren’t a couple so he shouldn’t have to do all that.

“But I thought two people that had sex loved each other?”

It damn near broke your heart how he said it lmao.

You explained to him though that’s true, you do love him as a friend, but Sanji didn’t want to hear it. He wanted you to be IN love with him. However you wasn’t ready for that.

The FWB idea was yours, and Sanji didn’t know what it meant, all he heard was “we can keep having sex sometimes.”

And you did. That very second you said it.

But one day Sanji offered to take you on a date and you declined which left him confused.

“Sanji, remember I said we’re just friends…with benefits we don’t go on dates.”

Poor baby he just didn’t understand.

For a moment he wanted to stop having sex, he didn’t, because if you didn’t feel the same way and he just kept falling harder and harder for you after each lay he couldn’t bare it if you decided you wanted to stop.

So he made a suggestion;

“Okay how about you give me 5 months to convince you to go on that date! If I swoon you, my love we can be more than friends! Deal?”

You had nothing to lose so why not. Your heart was set and stone though: just sex and nothing more.

Oh boy were you wrong.

It was like Sanji was no longer Vinsmoke Sanji the Strawhat cook, but Mr. Prince.

He even gotten better at pleasuring you, he learned what aftercare was, slowed down on his simping ways just a tad, putting you above the rest of the women he encountered, and you guys have suddenly started a routine where you both bathe together under a candle lit room after your steamy night sessions.

“You’re ganna marry me one day you know..”

Sanji’s confidence was something else, he confessed each time and you just hummed as you relaxed between his legs. You nearly felt bad for how much effort he put into getting you to love him back, but you both knew the pros and cons of being causal sex buddies.

A few months have passed and you have yet to allow him to date you despite him going so above and beyond for you, he almost felt defeated knowing the 5 months were almost up in a couple days and you still haven’t budged I your feelings for him, but..he may have been on to something because his efforts didn’t go in vain.

How it’s going:

Two long years of missing Vinsmoke Sanji. Your pretty boy. Your Prince. You couldn’t believe it but there were so many moments you laid your head on the pillow after a long day of training wishing Sanji was to massage your body. Oh the way you missed his hands over your body, not just sexually, but when he hugged you one last time before you bid your farewell to him. You never really got to admit how you felt.

You never got to let him ask you out and actually tell him yes.

You loss.

You fell for him and you fell hard. None of the men you talked to during the 2 years were anything like Sanji, they didn’t get your jokes, cook with you, share the same interest nor actually cared. They just wanted your body and honesty you felt like you deserved the treatment because that’s how you treated Sanji. And he didn’t deserve that.

You all are back now, everybody has grown especially the cook. He’s stronger and looks more mature, his voice even gotten deeper. He looked so attractive in his suit, you nearly felt embarrassed to see him again though. Your heart was pounding seeing him from a distance fawning over Robin and Nami. You were the last one to arrive to the Sunny, “Sanji..” you whispered to yourself. You believed after so long he definitely didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. You dragged and led him on for too long. He probably been with so many other women after you and you tried to accept that.

When he seen you land on the boat saying your hellos and hugs his cigarette fell out of his mouth. You looked breath taking, and all the feelings he once had came rushing back they never left in the first place his cheeks were hot as he approached you hoping you’d meet eyes, and you do.

“Sanji.” You grin. He was a few inches taller than you now and it made you get butterflies. You felt so stupid getting all nervous around him ITS SANJI WE ARE TALKING ABOUT.

“I missed you.” Sanji grabbed your hands to kiss them, you blushed. Damn you, Blondie for being so charming.

Later that night Sanji couldn’t keep his gaze off you. His mind was running a mile a minute he missed your laugh, your voice, you scent, everything. However something was chipping at his shoulder he just couldn’t get off and he felt like you were the same way.

“Hey can I talk to you?”

“Of course, my love! Did you enjoy dinner?”

“I did I did..missed your cooking, Sanji!” He smiled at your praise cleaning his hands to have your full undivided attention. “But I um…I missed you.”

He paused. Did he hear you correctly?

“You what?”

“I..I missed you.” You sighed not wanting to eye him, he felt more intimidating now, but you knew you had to spit it out for how wrong you were and if he didn’t feel the same way then it’s just another loss you’ll have to deal with. “Sanji I..um..you..fuck okay I missed you so much it hurts, Sanji i thought about you..everyday when I was away. Okay? I don’t know how you did it, but I was wrong. I was wrong to use you like that, I was wrong to treat you like that, I knew you fell for me and yet I pushed your feelings aside for my own satisfaction and…” your voice began to crack as the heaviness of your guilt began to weigh on you. You looked away trying to fight your tears. “I’m sorry I used you. I know that your feelings for me are probably gone. You’ve seen so many more beautiful women worthy of your love so I understand completely if that’s the case. I just wish…before we left I would have told you that…It wasn’t just the sex..I ..I love you Sanji…and I—“

He kisses you, his lips so soft and gentle against yours your legs shake a bit, but don’t worry if his hands wasn’t already holding your waist he would have caught you anyways.

“You don’t ever have to apologize, my love…just know how happy I am to hear that…from you. I never stopped thinking about you either.” He exhaled on your lips holding your cheeks now to wipe away any tears that escaped. You looked into his eyes and seen the gloss pushing through his own and smiled. “I love you, y/n.”

You share a giggle and a sweet peck on the lips. “I love you too….so…how about…tomorrow…you take me on that date?”

“And then after that you’re ganna marry me?”

You giggle at his hopeful face, “Yes Sanji i will…”

He couldn’t have been happier to hear such words.

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SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

PAIRING | haechan x (f) reader x jisung (ft. a reoccurring renjun who’s mainly there for suspenseful purposes)

GENRE/WARNINGS | smut, cheating, unprotected sex, dom!haechan, switch!jisung, switch!reader, jisung is a virgin, degradation, praise, spanking, pussy slapping, sexting, rough kink, edging, really bad 3some scenes bc I am terrible @ balancing attention, oral (both m/f receiving), jisung acts kinda (or extremely) invasively, if I missed smth lmk

SUMMARY | upon accidentally finding a video of you and your boyfriend haechan doing some very sexual things, jisung knows that he shouldn’t watch it. he knows that it would be an extreme invasion of privacy, but he’s unable to control himself when he sees the thumbnail. so he settles for only watching 30 seconds. except, 30 seconds turns into 30 minutes, and by then he’s buried himself too deep into a life-changing situation—or in which jisung’s terrible at keeping secrets.

WORD COUNT | 19.8k of pure filfth (what the fuck is wrong with me)

EXTRA | feedback is appreciated!

Fuck.

Jisung knows that there’s a plethora and a half reasons why this is a terrible idea. For one, it’s an invasion of privacy. The thumbnail is explicit, leaving zero room for ignorance—the bare, nearly naked sight of you and Haechan blankets over the screen, and if that isn’t enough to tell him that this isn’t something he was supposed to see, then the rather intimate position you and your boyfriend are in is quite the message.

He didn’t mean to find it. He wasn’t searching, wasn’t looking—not for this video in particular anyways. He was simply going through the camera roll in search of something else, and happened to stumble across what is so obviously you and Haechan’s sextape. If he had known that there was inappropriate things on there, Jisung would have asked for permission before he went on Haechan’s laptop. Yet the shocking discovery has him filled to the brim with curiosity, despite him knowing it would be wrong.

Thirty seconds. I can watch thirty seconds, then cut it off, he thinks. What’s thirty seconds out of a minutes-long video? You and Haechan can go for hours, the sounds you make whenever you stay the night at the dorm keep Jisung up long enough to know that. A part of him doesn’t mind since you sound so sweet, and he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to take Haechan’s place, to have you crying his name. No, he shakes his head. He doesn’t need to think like that. It’s bad enough that he’s watching this video. So he looks around the room a couple times, even though no one’s home except Renjun, and he’s asleep. Then he reluctantly presses play, turning up the volume a couple notches. He’d never miss the opportunity to hear you.

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I LOVE the way u write kisung and I was wondering if ever u're in the mood for it if we could get some more jisung smut afskhaja totally up to u!!

flowers? | p.js

❯ summary: jisung is completely fine with a friends with benefits arrangement with you. at least that’s what he thought — until he spots a mystery bouquet of flowers at your place (that he definitely didn’t send) and he can’t quite shake the thought. now his behaviour is starting to shift in unexpected ways.

❯ pairings: jisung x fem!reader

❯ genre: friends with benefits, smut, angst if you squint, slight fluff.

❯ words: 5.8k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, dom!jisung, possessiveness, marking, protected sex, fingering, spanking, cum play, pet names, brief praising, slight hair pulling, dirty talk, oral sex (fem receiving), porn with feelings, reader uses she/her pronouns, jealous jisung hates that someone else bought you flowers and simply being friends that fuck isn’t enough for him anymore.

“If you’re not ready in 15 minutes, I’m going without you,” Jisung declares.

“Cool but it’s my friends we’re having dinner with, so that might be complicated,” you point out, nudging his elbows off your vanity so you can open the drawer in front of where he’s sitting.

“So, they like me better than you, it won’t be a problem,” he teases, handing you the lipstick you were looking for.

You snatch it from his hand. “Please, you literally weren’t even invited, you just asked if I was busy and said ‘oh that could be fun’ when I told you what I had planned.”

“I feel like my presence was assumed when they asked you; you know, I think that blonde friend of yours likes me,” he shrugs.

You toss your makeup sponge at him, and he laughs as you shoo him out of the room so you can finish putting yourself together.

You and Jisung have been together for a few months, although neither of you have ever tried to discuss what ‘together’ actually means. 

Honestly, your relationship seemed to be an endless string of implications. When you met, it was implied you liked each other. When you made out at a party a few weeks later, it was implied you were friends. And when you started sleeping together, it was implied it was casual. In your mind, you were something more than ‘friends with benefits’ but less than a full-on relationship.

He pulls his phone from his pocket as you shoo him, then crosses into the kitchen to help himself to a bottle of water from your fridge when he notices a vase of flowers on the counter that he definitely didn’t send you.

“Fancy flowers,” he comments. “Who sent them?” He asks, despite immediately checking the card and seeing the message: 

“Thanks for last weekend, let’s do it again sometime ;)”

Alongside what seems to be a masculine name.

You’re rooting around in your closet, trying to find the top you had planned on wearing while your mind is focused on something else; in fact, it takes a good 15 seconds for it to register that Jisung had even said anything and another 10 before you distractedly call out “there from a friend” in response.

Jisung sits on your couch and while his hands are turning the pages of some random gossip magazine he found on your coffee table, his eyes keep flicking to the bouquet he can still see sitting on your kitchen counter. 

The two of you had never discussed exclusivity, so he would have no right to be jealous. But he can’t deny the panic that runs through his body when he thinks of that card and he can’t keep his mind from racing with what it means.

He thinks he’d almost feel better if he’d found evidence you were fucking someone else; he hates the thought of someone else touching you but he’s also confident that they couldn’t possibly make you feel the way he does in bed. 

Don’t get him wrong. 

He’s not worried about the competition when it comes to the sex. 

But flowers? 

That implies romance, implies thoughtfulness and intimacy, which are things he wouldn’t blame you for seeking elsewhere. He knows he hasn’t been offering that to you in the ways he could, in the ways you probably deserve. He tortures himself with these thoughts a bit longer and then props himself in the doorway of your bedroom to check on your progress.

“Oh, you’re still here? You were so quiet, I figured you acted on your threat and you were already at the restaurant ordering without me,” you tease, pulling on your boots.

Jisung gives a half-hearted chuckle in response. “You look nice,” he compliments you quietly.

You flash him a pleasant but puzzled smile; something’s off with him, you don’t think he’s ever said you look “nice” as long as you’ve known him, and he never passes up a chance to banter with you.

He makes small talk but you notice the way his fingers are fiddling with the label of his water bottle and how his eyes hesitate to look for yours. By the time you’re ready, he’s nonchalantly mentioned the flowers three times and asked you to a party next weekend, when he usually never plans that far in advance.

You pause gathering your things as you realise what’s happening. 

He’s fucking jealous, you amusedly think to yourself. 

Part of you wants to tease him about it but there’s an underlying sense of nervousness to it that’s almost sweet. How could something as harmless as a vase of flowers shake this man’s seemingly endless confidence?

“I wasn’t trying to be vague before,” you tell him. “I helped someone move last weekend. Only a couple people showed up to help, it was pretty intense. That’s what the flowers are for.”

“Let’s do it again sometime, winky face?” He raises his eyebrows, casually drinking from his water bottle. 

You make a face. “I should’ve figured you’d read the card,” you tease. “I joked that the move was so brutal I’d sooner buy him the apartment than help out again when his lease is up.” 

To punctuate your story, you walk over, peck him on the lips and affectionately straighten his shirt collar. 

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know you, and I can tell you you’re probably overthinking it.”

Jisung tightens his jaw and runs his tongue over his lips as he listens to you. “Didn’t even know you liked flowers,” he shrugs as you smile softly at him.

But when he doesn’t immediately follow you out of the bedroom, you know the wheels in his head must still be turning. You get your keys and text your friends that you’re leaving now. 

He finally appears and just as you’re about to tell him you really need to get going, he grabs you and gives you the most over the top, absurdly intense kiss of your life. One hand twisted in your hair, one hand pressing you against him, tongue claiming your mouth as his. He’s clearly trying to prove a point  — what and to who, you’re not quite sure — but he certainly succeeds at proving it.

He pulls away, fire in his eyes and casually says, “You lock up, I’ll get the car started?” as if nothing happened.

You stand there, stunned for a moment, quickly attempting to repair your smudged lipstick and lock the door to meet him outside.

The car ride is mostly silent, save for the radio. Jisung plants his hand on your thigh the second you get in the car and it doesn’t budge the entire time. When you grab drinks with your friends at the bar, his hand never leaves your back. During dinner, his arm snakes around your waist the second you slide in the booth next to him. 

To the outsider this would seem possessive and you’re guessing it partly is, but you think you’re pretty good at reading Jisung at this point and to you, it feels more complex than that.

He’s still his engaging and charming self, chatting endlessly with everyone about everything but you can tell he’s in his head and you’re not entirely sure why. You recall how unnerved he seemed back at your apartment. You think about the number of times he’s leaned in to whisper a joke or comment in your ear tonight. You feel the gentle way his fingers brush over your hip while you wait for the check and you start connecting the dots.

It may have started with jealousy, but this goes deeper than some basic territorial bullshit. He never seemed to feel angry or betrayed at the thought of someone else holding your attention; he just seemed troubled. Sad. 

And now it feels like he’s constantly reassuring himself of your presence, like as long as he keeps touching you, keeps engaging you, you’re undeniably there with him.

Your friends say their goodbyes and you start heading down the street back to the car park. Jisung reaches for your hand and it kind of breaks your heart, so when you stop to wait for the crosswalk, you place his arm around you and snuggle into him. He looks at you quizzically, as if he’s surprised by your affection. He truly has no idea how transparent he is sometimes; you think to yourself as you mumble something about being chilly.

As you make your way down the street, he starts chattering away about the night’s events and with each comment you burrow further into his embrace, appreciating the cool night air and the sound of his voice.

By the time you’ve reached the car, you’ve got your arms wrapped around him, inside his jacket. He sways with you as he looks down at you, “Am I dropping you back home?”

Your answer comes out muffled as you’ve decided to take this opportunity to bury your face in his chest. “Your place.”

He kisses the top of your head and clarifies, “Thought you had work tomorrow?”

As he opens the car door, you say, “But your place is closer now.” 

There’s a glimmer in your eye as you pull him into you. You give him a kiss reminiscent of his over the top, absurdly intense one from earlier but yours has no underlying point to prove. You’ve decided you need him, only him and you want to be sure he knows that.

The car ride is once again silent but this time there is a different tension in the air. His hand finds its way onto your thigh, though this time it’s definitely a few inches higher. You can’t help but study him, as breath taking as ever, lit only by the glow of evening traffic. 

He catches your gaze at a stop light or two, but he doesn’t say anything, just gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and turns back to the road. As soon as he shuts the engine off, you’re practically lunging across the car to get your lips back on him again. He indulges you for a minute and then breezily laughs.

 “Let’s get you inside then.”

Once inside, it’s a dizzying clash of teeth, tongues, lips, and limbs as you stumble up the stairs into the bedroom. You’re not sure exactly when it happened but suddenly, he’s in his underwear and has you naked and spread in front of him.

He runs his fingers through your folds as he looks at you with a predatory glint in his eyes, asking, “Wet already, huh? This all for me?”

That’s apparently the extent of his teasing mood as he dives right in and starts eating you out before you even think to answer. You gasp and immediately tangle your fingers in his hair as he ruthlessly attacks your clit, first swirling it with the tip of his tongue and then sucking it in between his lips. The way he alternates broad strokes of his wide tongue with deliberate rapid-fire flicks has you whimpering faster than you thought was possible.

“Been wanting to taste you all night, beautiful, thought we’d never get away,” he murmurs as he teasingly presses light kisses into your thighs.

“Ji…” you start, still attempting to catch your breath. “What is going on with you tonight…”

He chuckles and replies, “Says the girl who practically jumped me in the parking lot after dinner?” He pushes himself up your body to kiss you deeply, both of you groaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulls away just enough to continue, “Says the girls who could barely wait for me to put the car in park before she pounced again?”  He kisses you even harder, distracting you enough that you don’t notice his hands have begun to wander until you feel two fingers slowly dragging against your pussy.

You break the kiss with a moan and Jisung seamlessly moves his mouth to your neck, giving several teasing bites and nips before he raises his head to look directly at you and say, “Says the girl who I suspect has been dripping for me since the kiss I gave her before we left for dinner?”

He pushes his fingers into you with ease and expertly starts working them. “Maybe even before? Has my girl been wanting me this badly all night?”

You feel your skin flush as you hear the words “my girl” come out of his mouth; this is new.

That’s as far as your thought process goes because then he’s curling his fingers and all you can focus on is the way your walls are beginning to twitch and tighten around them, “Sung… please…” is the best response you can manage.

His hand that’s not buried inside you traces down your throat and over your boobs. “Please what, baby? Think you know you’re gonna have to do better than that,” he teases.

“… Want to come… please…” you breathlessly pant out, rocking your hips against his fingers which have slowed to an agonisingly slow pace, keeping you just on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh don’t worry, pretty girl, you’ll come alright,” he teases with his bottom lip fixed in a mock pout. “Gotta make it up to you, I obviously should’ve filled you the second I walked through your door tonight,” he speeds his fingers back up and adds his thumb into the mix, rubbing it against your clit, causing your legs to shake.

You grip his arm that’s working you over, digging your nails into his bicep as your entire body tenses and you pulse around his fingers. 

“That’s my girl,” he coos as he pumps his fingers into you a few more times for good measure.

You can only breathe heavily in response; your mind and body are both reeling. 

There it is again: my girl. 

That kiss by your door, his hands on you all evening, now my girl. You’re not sure if it’s intentional or if his subconscious is giving him away, but he’s claiming you. You’re much more comfortable with that idea than you thought you’d be.

The second it seems like you’ve started to catch your breath, Jisung withdraws his fingers from your body and sucks them clean, exaggeratedly groaning his approval. You reach out for him, hoping for a kiss but before you even realise what’s happening, he’s back between your legs lapping away at your centre again. 

“Jisung, what the fuck,” you cry out, legs involuntarily closing around him.

Unfazed, he easily spreads your legs back how he wants them and looks up at you, face obscenely wet and glistening from his task. “You tasted so good on my fingers, I wanted more,” he shrugs and immediately returns to his mission.

You involuntarily let out a tiny moan at his remark before tugging on his hair to get his attention. “Too much” is all you manage to get out before he licks at your clit in just the right way to make you jolt and let out a guttural groan. He pulls back and snickers against your thigh. 

“That’s what I thought, do I know my girl or do I know my girl? Know when you’re ready for another one before you even do, know how to leave you speechless with just a couple flicks of my tongue,” he sneers, rapidly fluttering over your clit in demonstration.

“Know this pussy even better than you do, bet you’ve never had anyone else who can say that, have you?”  

You grab onto his shoulder and moan as soon as you hear that magic phrase, my girl, again. Jisung’s dirty talk has always been a huge turn on for you but tonight the language is as telling as it is arousing: you are his. You decide that you like it, you want that and you like that he wants that.

You sigh deeply, disappointed but not surprised, when he pulls away just as you feel your climax begin to build. He kisses up your stomach until he reaches your tits, spreading sloppy kisses over one while he squeezes the other, rolling over the nipple with his thumb. Tenderness is your instinctual response, softly running one hand through his hair and stroking his face with the other.

He looks up at you and his eyes are as breath taking as always, glowing with both a familiar fire and a softness you’ve only seen on occasion. You can’t help but smile as you tell him, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that a complaint or a compliment?” He asks with a smirk as he turns his attention to your other breast, repeating his actions.

“Not sure… both maybe…” you reply, in a dreamy haze of fondness, amusement and desire.

“I’ll take it,” he mutters against your skin. Satisfied with his work on your chest, you see him start to move back down between your legs.

“Sungie… no, need more,” you object, attempting to pull him back up to you.

“That’s what I’m tryna to give you here, baby,” he chuckles, allowing you to pull him up to your lips.

You frantically kiss him and grabble between your bodies until your hand finds his erection still confined in his boxers and you give it a squeeze. 

“God, Jisung, honestly I just want your cock more than anything right now,” you hate how pitiful you sound but you also hope it’s enough that he’ll give you what you want.

Instead he looks you directly in the eye, grins and taunts, “When don’t you want my cock more than anything?”

He impishly pecks your nose and confidently states, “First you come on my tongue. Then you can come on my cock.” 

And with that, he’s suddenly peppering quick kisses all the way back down your body, musing almost to himself. 

“No one else can make you feel this way, can they? Know how to get you off like this? Get you this needy?”

Jisung dives back in with a renewed sense of purpose and has you coming within moments; you swear at a certain point you can feel him grin against your sensitive core, clearly revelling in the nonsensical murmurs you don’t even realise you’re letting out until you hear them yourself.

“Good girl, sound so pretty when you come for me, taste even better,” he praises, pressing a final kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before he’s on his feet, finally stripping off his underwear and retrieving a condom from the bedside table.

You’re tired from his teasing but the anticipation of finally having him inside you fuels your decision to snatch the packet from him and begin tugging at his cock as soon as he’s within arm’s reach. You roll the condom on him as he tucks your matted hair behind your ear and says, “Been so good tonight, baby, you decide how you want it.”

You purse your lips in amusement because while his offer appears generous, based on the tone of the evening and the charged mood you’re both in, there’s no way he doesn’t already know you’re about to choose his preferred position.

You reach up and kiss him lustfully one more time before you dramatically turn over and raise yourself up on all fours, looking over your shoulder at him with an expectant look. He raises an eyebrow at you and you playfully roll your eyes at him. 

“Are you going to pretend like you’re surprised or are you gonna fuck me?”

He grips your ass cheeks, kneading them in each hand, fondly clicking his tongue, “I’ve gotten you to come twice already and still so impatient.”

You expect him to tease you; he always does and after the night you’ve had, you assume you’re in for another tortuous display of dominance so it takes you by surprise when he’s suddenly sliding into you. You hear his breathing become noticeably more pronounced as he buries himself and his fingers lightly trace down your spine, his actions pausing for just a beat longer than you’d like.

Without even giving it a second thought, you start eagerly moving against him.

"Need me that badly you can’t even wait one second for me to catch my breath?” He taunts in a voice that’s both amused and aroused. He wraps his hand in your hair and yanks hard. “So desperate for me to wreck you, gotta fuck yourself on my cock?” He punctuates his question with a swift smack to your ass.

You attempt to scoff at his teasing but a simple, strained ‘fuck’ leaves your lips instead as you steadily rock yourself back against him.

He doesn’t seem to mind your initiative, responding to your movements with approving groans and keeping his large hands occupied by covering your ass, first with sharp slaps followed by firm yet tender rubbing to soothe your reddening skin.

You hear yourself chanting “More. Please. More.” in a disconnected rhythm matching the way you’re throwing your body back on him. He complies with your request, hand coming down on your ass multiple times in rapid succession and you cry out in satisfaction. You love the sting but you think you love the fact that you’ll be wearing his marks for days even more.

A particularly strong blow has your arms giving out, dropping your upper body down to the bed with a moan. He takes this as you handing over the reins and quickly moves his hands from your ass to your hips, grip digging into your skin as he takes over and starts pounding into you.  

“Fuck you wrap around me so good, it’s like you were made to take my cock weren’t you, beautiful?” His praise has both your mind and body humming; it’s been a long evening and although you’ve already had two orgasms, you find yourself overwhelmed by the undeniable need to come with him inside you.

He pushes down on the small of your back to pop your ass and fuck you at a better angle but the way his fingers firmly but gently fall on your skin reminds you of how he touched you earlier in the evening. In the restaurant. On the street. In the car. Always wanting to feel you, always confirming your presence, always reassuring the both of you that your rightful place was with him.

An unexpected wave of affection washes over you and suddenly you’re needing him in a much different way.

“Sung? Babe?” you muster the strength to raise yourself back on one arm while you fling the other behind you, blindly searching for him.

You almost never call him ‘babe’ so it immediately jumps out at him; he notices the shifted tone in your voice and halts his actions. You turn your head to meet his gaze as he pants.

“You alright? Want me to stop?”

You shake your head, taking your hand to finally find his one that is resting on your hip, and you give it a squeeze, “No, just changed my mind. Want to see you fuck me.”

The confusion and concern that were clouding his features softens into something familiar yet somehow undefinable as he gingerly pulls out and leans forward to give you the softest kiss you’ve received all evening. “Well, let’s do that then.”

You spin around to face him and sit back on your knees, pulling him into another soft, slow kiss, brushing his hair off his forehead. He basks in your tender attention for a moment before he’s guiding you back down onto the bed, situating himself to fully lay on top of you, between your legs, careful not to break your kiss until you’re ready.

He slips back inside you and before he even gets the chance to ask, a breathy “fuck” is all the confirmation he needs to know that this is what you were craving. You wrap your legs around him and run your hands across his broad back.

“Just wanted to feel more,” you explain.

Your eyes are closed, relishing the feel of his weight on you and the stretch of him inside you, so you don’t notice the way he silently studies you for a moment before he lifts himself up and starts thrusting into you again.

For all the filth that’s come out of your mouths this evening, this round finds you both unusually quiet, letting your joined symphony of moans, groans, “yeah”s and “fuck”s say everything that needs to be expressed.

You feel him reach for your hand and move it to rest above you on the pillow, interlacing his fingers with yours; you respond with a squeeze and then one up him by turning your head to nip at the wrist closest to you, simply because you can. He’s left his signature up and down your body tonight, it’s only fair you get to leave a small token of your appreciation on his.  

He hisses at the feel of your teeth lightly grazing his skin. “Come on, baby, play nice.”

“Since when do we do that?” You breathlessly reply and then bask in the glow of the grin you receive in response.

Still smiling, Jisung shakes his head. “If you’re able to make smartass remarks like that, clearly I’m not doing my job here.”

He takes one of your legs from around his waist and lifts your thigh back towards your chest; your mouth opens to moan but nothing happens as he pulls almost entirely out and then fucks into you so much slower and deeper than before. 

He chuckles at the sight of your eyes fluttering, “That’s more like it.”

You consider rolling your eyes instead at his teasing or panting out another sassy quip at him but the way he’s moving in you feels so otherworldly you honestly don’t care about anything else. You grab on to his forearm and dig your nails in.

“Feeling good, beautiful?” He reaches between you and mercilessly rubs your clit. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

The sound emanating from your throat might be his name, but it mainly sounds like a series of whimpers.

He rubs harder and thrusts deeper. “Didn’t hear you, speak up. Whose cock makes you feel like this?” You continue crying out nonsensically as you feel yourself on the verge of your third orgasm.

You need him close so you pull him down to you for a kiss. He sloppily licks into your mouth, panting against your lips. He’s almost as gone as you are. You bite at his bottom lip and say, with a bit more desperation than you anticipated, “Gonna come for you, Sung.” He nods understandingly and pecks your lips once more.

His lips move to your neck as his thrusts speed up again; he’s determined now and you’re moaning in earnest. You feel that familiar burning in your core and your eyes instinctively flutter shut, savouring the fall into bliss.

“Uh-uh, eyes open, baby. Want you to look at me. Need to be sure you know whose cock it is you’re coming on,” Jisung commands.

You force yourself to focus on him as you start to unravel, your entire body on fire, tensing deliciously; your mind is screaming his name, but only indecipherable whines fall from your lips. 

Jisung is relentless as he fucks you through it, his thrusts never slowing; no matter how impossibly tight your pussy squeezes around his cock, he never stops driving into you even rougher and deeper than before.

His eyes remain locked on yours, making the entire experience feel unbelievably more intimate. You swear you can feel every pent up emotion from the evening — the jealousy, the worry, the possessiveness, the passion, the… love? — in his gaze and you’ve never had a more intense orgasm.

As you come down from your high, you hear him praising you, “Yes, baby… love making you come… you always give so much… always such a good girl for me.” 

His words alone would’ve earned a reaction from you but he sounds just as wrecked as you feel, causing you to emit a deep and breathy moan at this realisation. He’s panting so heavily you know his release won’t be far behind.

You feel like you’re mad with desire at this point; you’re beyond satisfied and you know you couldn’t possibly cum again but you still feel like you’re wanting something, you still need more of him. 

Feeling confident from watching Jisung lose control and the euphoria still pulsing through your body, you find yourself digging your nails into his arms and muttering, “Want your come, Sungie.”

He lets out a grunt as his hips slam into yours. “Oh, you’re definitely about to get it,” he smirks.

You sigh partly out of exasperation and partly out of arousal for what you’re about to request. “No, Jisung, I want it,” you pant. “Want you to come on me, make me yours.”

His hips slow as he processes your words. “Fuck” is all he can manage to growl under his breath in response. He pulls out and you whimper at both the absence of him and the anticipation of what’s going to happen.

He peels off the condom and you can’t take your eyes off him as he wraps his long fingers around his cock and begins to stroke himself. It only takes a few tugs before he’s gasping and murmuring your name and you have to moan along with him when you feel his warm come spurting onto your stomach and chest. He maintains a firm grip as the rhythm of his hand varies, making sure he squeezes out every last drop for you.

He hangs his head in exhaustion for a beat and then takes in the sight of you: fucked out, chest heaving, painted in his release. You catch him staring and offer him a tired yet mischievous smile; he seems to pick up on your wavelength and smirks as he runs a finger through the substance on your tits and brings it up to your lips for you to lick off.

“Jesus, baby,” he groans, shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe his eyes. “Don’t move.” He affectionately rubs your thigh a few times before he moves off the bed and ducks into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a wet washcloth.

He climbs back next to you on the bed and presses a passionate kiss to your lips before he starts gently cleaning you up; it’s quiet for a few moments and the intimacy is not lost on either of you. You reach up and brush his wild hair from his eyes. 

“Hey,” you start, fondly.

He smiles much softer than he has all night. “Hey yourself,” he giggles.

You pause and feel a bit of leftover boldness coursing through you, so you comment, “You seem like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Jisung bites his lip and exhales deeply, clearly considering how to answer. He looks down, avoiding your eyes, and fusses over a mark on your hip that’s sure to form into a hefty bruise by morning. 

“Sorry if I got a little crazy tonight, I know I‘m usually better at checking in with you,” he muses.

You sit up and squeeze his shoulder. You feel the urge to reassure him but you can tell he’s on the verge of opening up and you don’t want to derail him. You’re trying to find the courage to prompt him further when he surprises you by admitting.

“It just really fuckin’ got to me when I thought… “ he trails off, looking away again. “I got weirded out about those flowers and I know I shouldn’t have. So I’m sorry.” He tosses the washcloth onto the nightstand in exasperation.

You give him a faint smile. “Ji, I told you —”

“I know and I believe you… but you know, I just started thinking… and then I couldn’t stop,” he confesses quietly. He stands up and pulls on a pair of shorts before busying himself by starting to tidy the bed.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom. You figure he could use some time to process whatever it is he’s still trying to work out so you wash your face, brush your teeth and slip on a t-shirt of his you find discarded on the counter.

You venture back into his bedroom and find him tossing the pillows back onto the bed after having changed the sheets. He still looks lost inside his thoughts and you yearn to ease his mind. You walk over and hug him from behind, burying your face into his back; he gives your arms an affectionate squeeze.

“I know we don’t really talk about this kind of thing but I feel like you should know I haven’t seen anybody else since we started talking,” you offer, your confession muffled with your face still pressed against his skin. “It hasn’t even been a conscious thing, I just… haven’t been interested in another guy I guess.”

Jisung pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. “Thank you for telling me that,” he murmurs, rubbing your back.

You quickly come around and kneel on the bed in front of him so that you’re at his eye level and you wrap your arms around his neck. “And I liked everything that happened tonight; you know I would have told you otherwise,” you assert. 

He nods in acknowledgement, so you continue. 

“I like hearing you tell me I’m your girl, I like when you make me feel like I’m yours…”

You feel tempted to look away, to fidget with the necklace he’s wearing but you resist. You look straight into his tired eyes, full of lust and fully fucked out, and state, “You know, I could be yours, if that’s something you decide you want.”

Jisung only lets your words hang in the air for a split second before he wraps his arms around you tightly and kisses you slowly; it’s intense and passionate but not in the same over the top, cocky way that he kissed you back at your apartment. This kiss is also trying to prove something but it’s a message meant only for you and he’s taking his time to make his point clear.

When your mouths finally separate, you take a deep breath and steady yourself on his arms. You open your eyes at him and grin. 

“Was that your way of asking me out?”

[neowinestainedress]

HITS DIFFERENT | L.DH

TITLE: hits different

PAIRING: lee haechan x fem!reader | mc’s best friend johnny, haechan’s roommate mark (+ kinda emotional support boy when mc acts like a loser)

GENRE: non-idol au, strangers to friends with benefits to lovers, getting together, smut, angst, fluff | requested

SUMMARY: nobody ever got under your skin, not until Haechan came in your life and changed everything. 

WARNINGS: smut, protected and unprotected sex (condom first and then mc is on the pill), multiple sex scenes, oral sex, fingering, car sex, riding, fingers sucking, face sitting, rimming, anal, mirror sex, a bit of exhibitionism (as a fantasy), praise, teasing (as in degradation but it’s not hard stuff), handjob, morning sex, kitchen sex, toys (vibrator), overstimulation, (no bdsm but) switchy dynamics, sa doesn’t happen but there are a few references to pushy behaviours, mentions of a past car accident and death of a barely mentioned character | I hope I didn’t forget anything but if I did, let me know! | kinda implied that both haechan and the reader are bi because in this house we only support mxf bi4bi couples (joking… unless) do whatever you want with this information.

WC: 44.804k

TAGLIST: @adorejaehyn​@matchahyuck​@sundhaelatte@jjhmk​@ourbeautifulaffair​@what-the-jams​@oleoleniall​ @kundann @bbagu​@ismileeprnc-responder​@produmads​@zkdlllin​@yesohhsehun​@aliceinwhateverland​@strangevante​ @cas104 @hyuckdreams​

A/N: finally writing hyuck as a loser male wife (kinda) my life is complete!!! It’s been months and I’m back with a request, I know it took long to write it but I hope whoever requested will like this. I’m still not sure about the present tense but idk I’m trying out new things. I would really appreciate if you could support my work in any way, feedback makes me happy and motivates me to keep writing. If you can, reblog so it can reach more people or come and chat in the ask box to let me know your opinion! Love you, enjoy!

It was Johnny’s fault. It’s always his fault when things don’t go as planned. 

It’s his fault if right now you are jumping around Haechan’s bedroom trying to look for your clothes while the clock is running fast, and you are running late. 

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[isinuyasha]

Alternative Ending

In Japan, where censorship wasn’t an issue, the ending scenes of “The Untamed” were shown in this order, giving Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji their well deserved happy ending after their emotional reunion.

[jaeminlore]

Sacred Places | Jaemin

summary: jaemin believes in you

category: augur!reader x prince!jaemin, angst, fluff

warning(s): religious themes, reader practices some kind of unnamed religion, diefication (the turning of a dead monarch into a god), jaemin is respectful, this is romance coded but there’s not much romance if that makes any sense, kun is there as a time traveller ehehe

a/n: this is a recycled work titled is nothing sacred?, also on this site, so do not assume it’s stolen

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[jackrrabbit]

Clean /// Sakusa x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: [College dorm AU] Sakusa can’t stop thinking about you in the shower.

A/N: Indirectly inspired by @seita​ and @bakatenshii​, who made me think about soap and Sakusa’s cum in conjunction…thanks guys :P

Tags/warnings: masturbation, mild cleanliness fetish if that’s a thing?, Sakusa wants you and is in deep denial about it

It’s not like he started doing it on purpose. Not at first.

On weekdays, you wake up at the same time that Sakusa gets back from the gym: 7 AM exactly. He timed it that way because they clean the dorm bathrooms at 6:30—they’re still revolting, but they can’t be as bad as the ones at the gym. He can avoid touching the stall walls if he has to, and…he has to. 7 is the perfect time—even the students with 8 AM class can’t be fucked to wake up that early, so he gets the row of mirrors and stalls to himself.

Except for you.

Your room is right next to the stairwell; when Sakusa jogs up the stairs (two at a time, blood still pumping from his workout even though the sweat is already cooling on his back) he can hear your alarm through the thin wall. Always 7 on the dot: your phone blares an obnoxiously loud ringtone, there’s a muffled protest from you and your roommate curses at you to turn that shit off, it’s seven fucking AM. By the time he’s standing at the bathroom sink brushing his teeth, you’re usually pushing through the door in your pajamas, holding your towel in one hand and rubbing your puffy eyes with the other.

So it’s not like Sakusa plans this. It’s a coincidence. Mostly.

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[genesisrose74]

Sun-kissed

A/n: If you can’t tell, Hinata is my favorite sunshine ever, and I adore him with my entire being. Here’s a little something for him because it’s always missing Shoyo hours - there are manga spoilers from around chapter 371 onward though, so be warned!

Pairing: (Brazil timeskip!) Hinata x Reader

Word Count: 2070

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The blazing sun of Rio set below the horizon, allowing a taste of salvation to wash over as a cooler breeze swept the bustling city. You sit perched on a plush bed, with brush in one hand and a blow dryer in the other. A towel snugly wraps around your body, but it’s quickly opted out for soft pajama shorts and a flannel that smell uncanny to tangerines and sunscreen. The scent invades your senses like a summer’s afternoon spent at the beach, and you welcome the comforting feeling that settles in your body as the oversized fabric ends at your thighs.

Idly scrolling through recommended shows on your laptop and humming softly to a relaxing song reverberating throughout the room, you don’t register the sound of the front entrance being unlocked nor the shuffling of feet in the living room. When you finally think you’ve decided on something to watch and go to pause your music, the bedroom door opens and filters a warm glow of light into your sitting space.

A smile graces your features when you recognize the figure leaning on the doorframe, his brightening presence ever more highlighted by the rays of the living room behind him.

“Is that my flannel?” he grins, taking notice of your chosen apparel.

“Why hello to you too, Shoyo,” you reply with an air of sarcasm, although the glimmer in your eyes indicates him to your amusement.

The Karasuno alumni pads over to the bedside before unceremoniously flopping onto the mattress, his unruly hair even more of a mess from the baseball cap he’s likely had on all day. “Hi, angel.” His greeting is muffled by the comforter below him, but you can hear well enough what he says. You stifle a laugh and reach a hand over to smooth out his tousled locks. “Tired?”

He groans in response, turning his head to face you with a pout. “Sand is stupid sometimes.”

“If you say that, the sand isn’t going to like you very much.”

“Too bad, it can deal with my annoyance in stupid sandy silence.”

Hinata props himself up on his elbows to examine your setup, a cheeky smile returning when he toys with the fabric of the flannel you decided to wear - yeah, most definitely his.

“You’ve sure settled in nicely,” he notes.

“And you’re sweaty as heck and lying on the bed,” you retort, eyeing his drenched athletic shirt as he splays out on the mattress.

He hums in acknowledgment, but makes no effort to move from his position, instead resting his chin on his palm. He gazes at you with bright eyes.

“Wanna shower with me then? Conserve some water?” he proposes, and you snort at his attempt to sell the idea.

“I just took one actually, but good sales pitch,” you grin while gesturing to your damp hair, still slightly wet despite using the blow dryer earlier.

He whines like a puppy being denied attention.

“Well that’s no fun,” he mutters.

His other hand skims over the back of your own, pulling it towards him and placing a gentle kiss on your palm.

“Did you already eat?” you inquire as your thumb strokes his cheek, temporarily choosing to put aside the fact that the he wanted to distract you from his (very necessary) shower. “Pedro brought back some dinner before he went out to study, so there’s still some left in the kitchen if you want.”

“I got something before I came home, but thank you,” he gives you a hazy smile. “Sleep well today?”

“Yeah. That early morning arrival at the airport ended up working out, since I woke up at a good time this afternoon.”

“If you’re up for it tomorrow, I can show you around the city. Maybe sit at the beach for a bit while I practice too?”

Your eyes light up at the idea, and Hinata chuckles at your excitement. “That sounds nice.”

The male leans towards your face and presses a soft kiss to your lips, full of tender affection and pure warmth. Gentle touch grazes the side of your face to pull you closer, skin on the pads of his fingers quite rough, but his touch still captivating you easily. That scent of sunscreen and sandy shores strengthens with his proximity, and you poke his chest with a giggle after grasping the strength to pull back.

“Don’t think I don’t know your games, sunshine. Shower,” you insist, drawing out the word.

He groans, rolling off the side of the bed and trudging towards the bathroom, snagging some clothes from his drawer to change into. “I was this close to making you forget.”

“Sure you were.”

He was very close to making you forget, actually, but you don’t tell him that.

The gentle cascading of water sounds from the bathroom connected to Hinata’s room, and you turn your eyes back to your laptop. Pressing play on one of your sitcoms, you relax into the many pillows stacked from behind and pull your boyfriend’s flannel even tighter around you. Despite declining his offer to shower earlier, you find yourself sneaking a glance at the bathroom doorway more than once, already missing the soothing warmth he brought with his mere presence alone.

During one of these occasional peeks at the door, your eye catches the glare of a picture frame sitting on a nearby desk, and you smile fondly at it from across the room. Even without being very close, you can tell it’s a graduation photo from the striking amount of orange in the frame, some being Hinata’s hair, and the other being a giant bouquet that he gave you after the ceremony.

You had your arms thrown around him, flowers clasped between your hands near his waist, and both of you were smiling like idiots in the shot. The photo was one of your favorites, and it was proudly on display in your room back home. In return for the bouquet, you gave him a big crow plushie - a gag gift that you didn’t expect him to hold on to for long, but you soon found out that wasn’t the case when it appeared in a facetime call during his first week in Rio.

It reminds me of you, he had said, hugging the stuffed animal tightly to his chest.

The bathroom door opened abruptly, promptly breaking your attention from the photo on the desk. You hadn’t even realized that the shower water had turned off until now. Hinata ruffles a towel over his hair, bringing his mop of orange locks back to its more typical volume, despite it being just as damp as your own. He’s only in a pair of sweatpants, and you are definitely not complaining at the sight of a shirtless Shoyo, sun-kissed skin and toned body very much on display.

Thank you, beaches of Rio.

“See? It feels nice being all showered up,” you nod approvingly, trying to keep your eyes from raking over the male’s upper body - you’re failing quite miserably. Fortunately, for your sake, he decides not to comment on your staring.

“I know, you’re right,” he sighs out, “I just wanted to catch up on lost time with you.”

As he situates himself back beside you on the bed, you give him a quick peck on the nose that leaves his ears a light pink. Even after all this time, he’ll get flustered at the smallest of affectionate gestures with which you surprise him.

“Well, you’ve got me to yourself for two whole weeks, so there’s plenty of time,” you point out.

“Kenma was really generous with all that vacation time at once.”

“There’s a backup editor that he’s been looking to test out on the channel, so he told me to take a break while that happens.”

Kenma - AKA Kodzuken - is indeed your boss, and a very great one at that. He lets you handle all the video editing for his channel, and you’re also invited to come along with him on business travels whenever you’re able. He knew you’d been working diligently when it came to your job, and saw testing the backup editor as a perfect opportunity to give you a break.

When he heard you were planning a visit to see Hinata sometime soon, the former Nekoma student practically forced you to take a vacation and ‘check in on my favorite sponsor’.

You constantly call him Shoyo’s sugar daddy, at which point he’ll chuck his cat plushies at you, but he doesn’t necessarily object either.

“What’re you smiling about now?” Hinata inquires, poking at your cheek.

“I just remembered something funny,” you wave it off, knowing Kenma would come after your ass if you said anything referencing the streamer’s nickname.

Hinata slides over and pulls you into his side, and your head instinctively lands on his chest. The gentle thrum of his heartbeat resounding in your ear relaxes you immensely. His hand traces lazily from your shoulder blades down your arm, and he takes your hand in his own with a squeeze.

“I missed you like crazy, you know,” he murmurs, and you feel like you’ll start melting into a puddle at any moment.

“I missed you too. So much,” you respond, earning another squeeze to your hand.

“Want to stay in my room instead of the guest one tonight?”

You nestle yourself into him even further, eliciting a chuckle from the Karasuno alumni. “Yes please.”

The both of you remain that way for a long time, barely paying mind to the show on your laptop. Warm hands glide gently through your hair, and you trace small patterns on his arms as he does so, just basking in the long awaited presence of his light, that sun-kissed skin so inviting against your fingers.

•••••

The next thing you know, the sound of birds coaxe you awake, eyes fluttering open to find strong arms wrapped around you. A pair of legs are intricately tangled with your own beneath cloud-like sheets, and steady breaths gently fan against your neck. You spot your closed laptop on the bedside table in front of you and realize that you must have fallen asleep at some point last night, Hinata likely taking care of things and getting you properly into bed.

A smile breaks out on your face at the thought of him gingerly placing you under the covers, before quietly getting in next to you. Elated emotions from said imaginations only grow when you feel lips pepper the back of your neck in soft kisses, notifying you that your boyfriend is also up.

“Did I wake you?” you ask quietly, hand reaching back to smooth out Hinata’s messy bed hair. You didn’t even have to be facing him to know that the orange strands were sticking in every direction.

“No, I was already half-awake,” he rasps, voice not yet void of its morning grogginess. You find that you missed the sound of it more than you initially realized.

You turn your body around to face a sleepy Hinata, a hazy grin playing at the corners of his mouth as you let out a yawn.

“Morning, pretty thing,” he chuckles, before stifling a yawn of his own. “Breakfast?”

“Five more minutes,” you groan. Limbs latch around the orange haired male like a koala bear, a lazy attempt to keep him in bed for just a while longer. You know that Shoyo had picked up a habit of getting up and ready for the day at early hours, but you were determined to make him stick around to cuddle - if even for just a moment longer.

A lingering kiss is pressed to your forehead once you’re settled again, and you can sense Hinata’s face breaking into a sunny smile. “That’s perfectly fine with me.”

Even if every blazing star in the sky fizzled out and ceased to shine, you’re certain that wouldn’t matter to you. All the warmth and light you’ve ever needed or wanted could be found in your reach - encasing you in a love so raw, yet you knew it would never burn you. Sun-kissed skin embraces your entire being, and you hardly notice the incoming daylight streaming over the streets of Brazil.

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imagine this:

you and timeskip hinata are on the beach together early in the morning. he was doing his normal meditation while you laid on the beach towel next to him, in nothing but your swimsuit and one of his shirts that you stole from his drawers earlier that morning.

most of the time you would not be awake by the time he’d leave for his morning workouts, but you made it a point to join him. it seemed like a win win because you two could have some more time and you can find some quiet time on the beach before anyone would come.

you’ve spent thirty minutes in this position of complete silence, the only noises coming from the sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore accompanied by the bounding of sand from a couple of early morning joggers. it was all too peaceful.

at some point, hinata completed his meditation and lifted a finger to poke at your cheek. when you opened your eyes to meet his bright orange ones, you couldn’t help but to smile. he looked so.. happy.

you could feel it around him, too.

“feeling sleepy?” he asked you, breaking the silence for the first time for what felt like a couple of hours. with a hum, you sat up, stretching your bones from the once semi-comfortable position you were in. you say on the balls of your feet, body facing hinata the whole time.

“not anymore,” you smiled. silently, you reached forward to place a gentle kiss to his lips for hinata to return gratefully. one of his hands found itself on the back of your neck, silently urging you forward to deepen the kiss. you complied, yet only allowing him to exercise his fun before pulling away after a few moments. “don’t you have a morning workout to complete?”

“of course. care to join me?” he asked.

“uh uh, you only offered a quiet and that’s all i’m accepting at the moment. i appreciate your hard effort, however,” you giggled, shifting so your bottom rested on your beach towel, legs outstretched in front of you.

hinata only hummed in response before standing up. he stretched his body out into a few poses, warming up his muscles for his morning jog.

“i’ll get you to join me properly one day,” he chuckled.

“don’t count on it babes! enjoy your run~”

[jaeyss]

Urban Loneliness // k. bakugou

flowers are pretty but you think they’d look nicer if you didn’t have to cough them up

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[vicnalee]

OK THIS SHIT FUCKING SLAPS YOOOOOOOOOO

[burnedbyshoto]

Because I Love You

— Bakugou Katsuki has never been good with showing his feelings, and it definitely doesn’t change even when he falls in love. —

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, alcohol mention, angst, fluff

word count: 3,305

a/n: this is commission to the very lovely @candychronicles​! she requested an angsty bakugou, and with free range, this is what I came up with. I was inspired by the song nervous by gavin james, so go ahead and check that bish out if you want, its beautiful.

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“Because I—” his voice trailed off.

Bakugou froze, his body frozen where he stood. Was it fair for him to say it, after so many months? Was it okay to say the small line that he craved to yell at you? Was he too late?

Your body was frozen too. The fur coat hanging by your elbows, the little black dress ruffled, obviously moved in your distress.  There were too many emotions in your eyes, and yet Bakugou could not make out a single one except uncensored hate. 

“Because you what?!” You snapped, your nostrils flaring in their annoyance, your cheeks glowing with rage. “Spit it out, asshole!”

His mouth opened, words failing him, and you scoffed. 

Tears welled in your eyes, your head shaking, and you angrily wiped away your tears.

“I thought so.”

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[1:00am] You’re watching tv with Boyfriend Jacob. He had been working up until late hours last night and came home late, but he told you he would spend the whole day with you because he had not been there for a while. You loved him a lot but to see him with bags under his eyes just plainly hurt you even more. You reach out to cup his cheek, he turns to see you and leans into your touch with a small smile. “Come here” you say grab his arms and wrap them around you and lay down, his head on your chest. He hums happily and says “I love you so much (Y/N)!” And then goes to sleep, looking down at him sighing happily “I love you more Jacob”

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Stepping Into The Moonlight

Charia Kingdom – Jeno

Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Fantasy!Au, Supernatural!Au

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Explicit Content, Graphic Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Virginity Loss, Fighting.

Word Count: 13.3k

(All of this series links up. The timeline of the story runs in the order of the master list from top to bottom, Mark - Jisung. Each members part can be read as a stand-alone, but I would recommended reading all the parts in order so the story adds up.)

Charia Kingdom - A place that has equal amounts of sunshine and rain, hot and cold, rich and poor, and, humans and creatures that couldn’t be identified as that of human status. Ruled by the Lee family with a king whose cutthroat and unforgiving nature is feared by many. The poor not cared for by people who have everything, where disease takes the lives of those unfortunate enough to not have the funds to purchase medicine. A place where humans live among  creatures many would find terrifying. It’s no secret that Vampires, Werewolves, Wizards, etc live amongst them like normal people. Unless you murder someone, you’re considered normal. Everyone lives their own lives, whether it be a happy life, or a sorrowful life…

Being the crown prince of Charia Kingdom was never something that worried Jeno. He was raised by his mother to smile when talked to, and to have a kind heart so that he would rule the kingdom differently to how his father had. At 16, he’s unexpectedly hit by a powerful curse after hearing a ruckus going on in the echoing halls of the castle. It flips his life around, his new status as a werewolf being a challenge he hates with all his heart. It turned the kingdoms sweetheart into an angry, brooding boy. Now 19, Jeno has learned how to control when he phases with the help of the remedies Mark brews for him. The only thing he can’t control is bursting into a gigantic wolf every time a negative emotion takes over his mind. No one apart from the workers of the castle know that he’s a wolf, it being kept a secret from the public. He runs in the forest in his wolf form calm him down, until he comes face to face with a rogue wolf who threatens his life with her piercing glare. After imprinting on each other, Jeno has to learn how to balance his new love, his duties as prince, his burning rage, and a secret that is revealed to him that changes his life once again.

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[agustdomain]

Ventana

Synopsis: Your favorite window seat and silence were unexpected allies in the love that grew between you and your neighbor. 

Word count: 6k (a baby considering my other works but I love it just the same)

Genre: neighbor!au, boynextdoor!au, fluff, nothing too grand but it is something light-hearted. 

Warnings: Some language. Teeth-rottening sweetness, really. 

Pairing: Jisung x Reader, ft. Chenle, Jaemin and Jeno!

Author’s Note: Hey friends! This is a short and sweet dessert to hold you over for the main course coming up! I missed my dreamies so I wanted to write something for them. But I can’t wait for your thoughts on my chris work coming up. I have lots planned for the summer so brace yourselves! ~Angelo

The sun was heartless on this beautiful summer day. The window you lounged beside had been your absolute favorite spot in said house since your family moved in when you were younger . Most summers growing up, it was hard for your sisters to convince you to move from that little window seat. The summers were solely yours- that was, until Jisung started staining them.

Looking back on it, all of your favorite memories of Jisung were bathed in summer glow.

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johnny seems like even if he was pinning you down and fucking you so hard youd find it impossible to walk after.....he would still be sweet about it. i cant see him being cold and calculated about how he would touch you, show you he loves you, makes love to you and/or fucks you. theres something inherently soft and playful about him and yknow what? it just makes me all the more hotter and readier for him

i love this so much,,you hit it right on the head when you said theres something inherently soft and playful about him,,,i never see sex being too serious with him ever,that doesn’t mean it’s always giggly, theres bounds to be lots of sexy, steamy moments but it’s all just about showing you how much he loves you in the end,,,i think johnny would always put your needs before his and the best way for him to do that is foreplay,like he would always want to eat you out and finger you and he would genuinely enjoy it too,like feeling you arch into his touch and hearing you moan and knowing its because of him?? he’d love it so much,,can you imagine him going down on you,he’d swing your legs over his shoulders and he’d be grabbing handfuls of your thighs as he started to fuck you with his tongue,,Johnny 100% pays attention and knows all the things to make your thighs start to tremble,,he’d know how to move his tongue and where to suck till your gripping at his hair and grinding down onto his face,,can you imagine him looking up at you after you’ve cum,,hair all messy and licking his lips that are glistening from you,he would look so gorgeous,,

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warnings: oral (fem receiving), light dirty talk, mentions of dom!mark, somnophilia

mark wasn’t sure when he had gotten so bold.

he naturally was kind of an awkward guy. a little anxious, thought about things too much, second guessed himself a lot. it took him longer than he would like to admit to ask you out, much less kiss you or anything else.

however, as time went on, he liked to think he’d gotten better at it. more comfortable with you. comfortable enough to finally cross that line and have your first time together, and wow what an experience that was.

it was as if ever since then he had become a new person. he was a little more assertive, wrapping an arm around your waist when you were together and being okay with kissing you in front of the members. he’d keep a hand on your thigh, he’d whisper suggestive things in her ear that always made you giggle.

he had no idea where this was coming from in the slightest.

it was almost 8am and he found himself slipping underneath the sheets to position himself between your parted legs.

you fell asleep over at his place, which may as well have been your place too with how often you were there, and he woke up particularly excited to see you. his morning wood had been pressed against your side for a few minutes as he contemplated whether or not to wake you up with sex or to wake you up for sex.

he’d decided on the former, having never done it before but he’d seen it in his fair share of porn with the guy waking the girl up with his mouth, and he was pretty certain he knew how to do it. mark liked to think he knew every square inch of your body, so it shouldn’t be a problem for him.

he bit his lip, trying his best to discreetly slide your underwear off without waking you. it was a pretty pair, a purple lace thong that made your ass look fantastic, but right now it was only blocking him from the one place he desperately needed to be.

mark froze when you began to stir, your underwear about half way down your thighs. you stretched your body with a soft grunt, rubbing your eyes before presumably falling back to slumber.

“fuck..” he mouthed to himself, taking a few extra seconds to make sure you were truly sleeping again before working your underwear off. by the time he got to your legs, they slid off easily and he set them down beside him.

mark scooted up further, being met with the gorgeous sight of your beautiful core. he wasn’t sure if it was just because he was in love with you but he’d never seen a prettier cunt. he adored it, and wanted to worship you. treat you like the queen you really were in his eyes.

your heady scent filled his nostrils as he got closer and closer, fingertips dancing along your inner thighs. he pressed a soft kiss to your clit, as if to bookmark that spot in his mind, before letting his tongue loll out and lick you from your entrance all the way to your clit.

you hadn’t woken up yet, although he felt your thighs begin to tremble around his him. mark kept going, tongue delving deeper into your folds.

jesus, you tasted good.

you were so warm and sweet, he cursed himself silently for not doing this more often.

you began to stir again, this time with soft whimpers and whines that shot straight towards mark’s already hard cock. you bent one of your knees, whimpers turning to breathy moans while your eyes fluttered open.

you were still in a sleep induced haze, a hand slowly moving downward to knit in mark’s soft head of hair. you giggled softly. “so, i wasn’t just dreaming.” you spoke, voiced marred with sleep.

mark hummed a chuckle of his own, the vibrations making you stutter for a moment. he pulled away from your delectable heat just as you were lifting the sheets so you could get a better look at him. “good morning, baby.” he said with a wink, licking his lips before diving right back in.

with you awake now, he allowed himself to do more; hands holding your thighs open whilst his tongue flickered over your most sensitive parts. you moaned loudly this time, fingers combing through his bed hair before tugging slightly.

“fuck...m-mark…” you gasped when he slid a finger inside of you, curling it upwards while he worked his magic with his tongue. your eyes went cross for a moment, back arching off the bed.

maybe it was because you’d just woken up, but your body was buzzing. you could hear the blood rushing through your ears, every little lick and touch had you feeling like you were floating.

“mm...i want you to scream my name when you cum, y’hear me?” mark’s voice was deep and gravelly, twisting his finger in and out of you while he essentially made out with your pussy. all the licking and sucking paired with the ridiculously lewd wet noises coming from him was driving you up the wall.

“okay i...fuck, i’m gonna cum soon if you—ah!” you gasped, bringing your other hand down to his head. before you could stop yourself, you began slowly bucking yourself into his mouth; orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

this only served to turn mark on even more, humming a deep moan while sliding in a second finger. he continued to fuck into you with them, tongue and lips now fully focused on your clit.

he didn’t just want to make you cum, he wanted to give you the best orgasm you’d ever had.

your breathy moans were traded out for desperate ones, mumbling out a few curse words or two during which you had lost all inhibitions. you were chasing your orgasm as fast as you could, rolling her hips quickly.

“mark! m-maaark, fuck. i’m gonna cum! i’m g-gonna...oh, my god!”

your voice pitched, orgasm hitting you hard like a freight train. galaxies exploded behind your eyelids as you screamed out his name.

just like he asked you to.

mark didn’t stop, continuing his onslaught on your swollen clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. after riding out your orgasm, you began to squirm underneath him, desperately trying to shut your legs.

he gripped your thighs harder, pulling you back towards him with a soft growl. “nah, don’t run from me, princess.”

a chill ran down your spine, an involuntary moan coming from you after that sudden show of dominance. you didn’t know he had that in him.

“it’s too much...please, mark…”

he eventually conceded, pulling his fingers out and giving another soft kiss to your clit before pulling away. mark’s eyes were dark, filled with lust as he climbed back towards you; body slotted between your legs.

you took his hand, wrapping your lips around his digits and sucking. you licked his fingers clean of your own essence before catching mark in an equally as intense kiss. mark groaned in response, pressing his body flush against yours while your tongues meshed together.

you pulled away for breath after a few moments, hands knitting themselves in his hair again. you began to massage his scalp as a non verbal apology for pulling his hair so much, and mark responded by pressing kisses down the expanse of your jaw until he got to your neck.

“you’re so good to me, baby.” you said with a pleasured sigh, tilting your head to give him the space he needed. mark had been pressed up against your core, painfully hard and twitching in his boxers. “mm, why don’t you show me how good you can be for me?” he said without thinking, and in the back of his head he cringed slightly at how forced it sounded.

he had begun to detract the statement until he heard your melodious giggle.

you mustered up enough strength to push him back so that you could straddle him before rolling your hips right up against his. “oh, i’ll show you.”

the rest of that morning was spent tangled in each other, and it reminded mark thoroughly how much he loved days off.

[taeils]

ON THE RUN; part III.

↳ pairing: lucas x reader.

↳ genre: assassin!lucas x assassin!reader; lovers to enemies to lovers; angst; smut;

↳ warning: violence; sexual themes; mentions of blood and panic attacks; death.

↳ word count: 4k

↳ summary: “From now on I’m the one following you Lucas. Make sure you don’t fuck up” she announced with her straight face, she promised herself she would be the one finishing the mission successfully even if it meant getting rid of the burden that was standing straight next to her. Suddenly, she forgot about the night they shared, she forgot about his eyes and the way he made her feel; the only thing she felt now was rage, and damn was she hungry for blood and taking down those motherfuckers. 

↳  PART I - PART II - 

↳ a/n: I will be fucking honest with you guys this fic is going places i did not expect. i’m as surprised as you will be. annoying ass assassin lucas?we had no choice but to stan. maybe Y/N is clowning a bit? we will never know. aaaaanyways,  if you liked it don’t be afraid to say something! if you didn’t like it i would also want to know why! that’s how someone improves, so yeah. i think this is it. hope you enjoy! xx

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