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iluvjakey · 1 year

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fuck it — l.h.

warnings 18+: choking, unprotected sex, spitting, oral (m/f receiving), orgasm denial

a/n: i like praise ok.. also it’s kinda long

the week sucked, work was hectic and you’d barely gotten any sleep. still, it wasn’t too bad because you’d gotten today off and had decided to crash your best friend’s place.

you and luke were sprawled out on his couch watching maze runner, your legs thrown across his lap. he’d let you borrow his shorts to get comfortable in and his hands occasionally grazed your thighs.

sometime during the movie, you sat up to lean your head on his shoulder, his arm resting on your shoulder. you finally start drifting to sleep when you feel luke pull you in closer, throwing your legs back on his lap, practically cradling you. “what are you doing?” you mumble. “nothing, just cuddling” he whispers dangerously close to your ear

when you wake up, you see luke had fallen asleep under you, one arm holding your waist and the other resting on your thigh. kinda high up your thigh… and his lips, so close to yours you could just… he opened his eyes slowly, almost as if he felt you watching, flashing you a lazy grin. he doesn’t say a word, instead he pulls your head to his chest and readjusts how you sat on him, his semi-hard cock now pressing into your ass. before you could say a word, he shushed you, “sleep.”

you try. but your thoughts wander as he continued to rub your thighs gently, each time getting closer to where it shouldn’t be. he’s your best friend. sure he was hot as hell, but still, the friendship… it wasn’t worth risking, right? you turn to look at him, only to see him already looking at you and you catch his eyes flicker to your lips. you mirror his actions, before turning your head away.

so. much. tension. his hands were moving all over your body now. right hand on your waist, lingering just above your ass, while his left on your thigh had slipped just under the hem of your shorts. his right hand creeps further down, gently grabbing your ass. you gasp and look at him once more. “luke what are you doing?” you ask, breath hitched. “i don’t know” his eyes flicker to your lips again and this, time you lean in, brushing your nose against his.

his hands were now on you, one on your ass and the other dangerously close to your heat. thighs clenching, you felt yourself getting wet. this was too much for you, but he was right there and you wanted him so bad. his fingers were so close, his lips even closer. you lean in again, this time so does he, and your lips brush. your eyes flutter closed, but you pull back and hesitate. when you open your eyes, you see his blue eyes now dark.

he gives your ass a squeeze and you gasp again, brushing your lips once more and you can’t help but shift in his lap, the position you were in getting slightly uncomfortable, feeling your arousal grow. he lets out a groan, then grabs your face with one hand.

“fuck it.”

his lips crash into yours, and he pushes you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you. the kiss was rough, sloppy, needy. it was as if you’d both wanted this for a long time. he grabs your breast and you moan into the kiss, giving him an opportunity to deepen it. your hands pull gently on his blonde curls as his tongue takes dominance, then he pulls away.

“fuck you’re so hot,” he groans. there you were, laid on the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, both your shorts & tank top had ridden up. you swear you looked a mess but you blush anyway. he leans down to reattach your lips, before carrying you off the couch to his room. you pull away and whisper, “luke what are we do-” but before you can finish, he growls “shut up.”

you let out a small whine and stay quiet, feeling yourself pool at his harsh words, and he throws you onto his bed. “good girl,” he praises. he’s in charge, you both know it. he pulls your shirt off before pulling off his own, then starts kissing and sucking on your neck. you’re a moaning mess, you know he left bruises. he unclasps your bra then takes a nipple in his mouth, hand kneading the other breast before switching. he nips and sucks on your breasts and you don’t realise his hand had slowly trailed down your body until he rubbed you through your shorts. “already so soaked for me.”

all you can do is whimper. you know how wet you are and you want more. you reach your hand down and palm him through his shorts, making him moan. he’s huge. he takes his shorts off before hooking his fingers on yours, looking at you for approval. you nod and you’re there, laid out for him in just your panties. his ringed hand wraps around your throat, pulling you up for another heated kiss. his hand dips between your legs and he rubs your clit through your panties. you moan into the kiss, unintentionally bucking your hips into his hand. he pulls away and chuckles, smirk plastered on his face. “so wet and needy baby.”

you’re hot and flustered. he gets off the bed and grabs your legs, pulling you to the edge. he towers over you, maintaining eye contact as his hand dips into your underwear, slipping a finger into you. you moan, eyes fluttering shut, when he pulls it out. he teases your folds, and you whine. he smirks, watching your face scrunch in pleasure as he slips two fingers in. this time, he doesn’t tease, pumping his digits in and out of you quickly. finding your clit with his thumb, he rubs circles on it while his fingers curl inside you.

you feel the pit in your stomach build and you clench around his fingers. your legs shake, about to cum around him when they disappear, making you whine. “uh-uh, wanna taste you,” and suddenly, he’s in between your legs. your breath hitches, his blue eyes piercing into yours. “you’re so fucking wet for me babe, let me just-” and he pulls your panties off. now, you were on full display for him, his warm breath hitting your core.

luke grabs your thighs, kissing them. he gently licks your folds. he’s teasing again. grabbing his locks, you push his head down and he complies. hungrily, he devours you. you squirm as his tongue works your clit, then sliding into you. your eyes shut as you pull at his hair, the familiar feeling in your stomach returning. “eyes on me, good girl,” he praises when you lift your head up to find his eyes filled with lust. sucking on your clit, he slips two fingers into your wet cunt, a loud moan escaping your lips. feeling you clench on his fingers again, luke picks up the speed as he licks and sucks on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. your legs wrap tightly around his shoulders but just like that, it’s gone. again. luke had detached himself from you completely, climbing on you and kissing you. the taste of you still on his lips, his bulge rubbing your sensitive cunt through his boxers. he pulls back, “suck,” pushing his fingers into your mouth.

you do. tongue swirling and lapping up the taste of you on his fingers as he grinds into you. you slip your hands into his boxers, slowly pumping him. he groans before grabbing your hair and pulling you off the bed, onto the floor. on your knees, you look up at him and slowly pull his boxers down, freeing his cock from its tight restraint. it was your turn to tease. you grab his cock, pumping it with your hand as the other gripped his thigh. pressing a soft kiss to his tip, you smile when he bucks his cock into your mouth. “don’t fucking tease” he growls, grabbing your hair into a ponytail. he snaps his hips into your face and you hollow your mouth, taking in as much of him as possible. you moan around his cock, encouraging him you fuck your mouth faster. using your hair to guide you, he moves your head back and forth as you grip his thighs tightly. you gag, causing him to moan and he twitches in your mouth. luke looks down at you before pulling you up on your feet. grabbing your ass, you jump and wrap your legs around him, kissing desperately.

he lays you on the bed again, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. intertwining your hands, he trails kisses on your neck and jaw, then nibbles behind your ear, finding your sweet spot. your body tenses. he notices, focusing his attention there as you feel his cock dip into you, just barely. needing stimulation, you buck your hips into him.

“want me to fuck you?” he whispers in your ear, one hand now wrapped tightly around your throat. you can barely breathe, so you say nothing, you just whimper in response.

“condom?”

“pill,” is all you manage to breathe out.

he groans, the thought of fucking you raw making him harder. he aligns himself to your entrance then pushes in slowly. you both moan in pleasure, feeling your tight walls wrap around his thick cock, resting his head in your shoulder. he stays there, letting you adjust to him, then looks at you. you nod. that’s all he needs.

he pulls almost all the way out, before roughly thrusting into you again. his hips snap against yours quickly as he tightly holds you in place. moans fill the room as he continues fucking you, picking up the pace. you’re a moaning, whining mess beneath him. after having two orgasms ripped away, your core is sensitive. your focus is on luke, how warm he is, his hands, the way his hair sticks to his forehead, but mainly how his cock feels. all you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down for a kiss as you feel the pit in your stomach slowly return for a third time. luke’s hand finds it’s way to your throat again. his bottom lip between your teeth, you pull away. he moans. “open your mouth.”

you do as you’re told. looking directly into your eyes, luke spits in your mouth. he groans and with his thumb, he closes it. you can’t believe you let him spit in your mouth, but you find yourself even more aroused. you whimper. sucking and kissing your neck, he makes his way to your sweet spot, his hips never faltering. you feel your high approaching once more. it’s strong, stronger than any you’ve felt. he pulls away, directly looking at you now, watching where your hips meet. he can’t help but admire how good you look with his cock moving in and out of you. you clench around him. luke feels it too, and he repositions your legs so they’re on his shoulders.

this angle made him reach places. he slows his pace, maintaining his harsh trusts, and with one hand on your hip and the other on your stomach, you feel him.

“wanna cum on my cock?” no words come out of you. “use your words baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“y-yes lu… please let me cum this time,” you beg. he chuckles, pushing into you roughly. “look at you begging, i didn’t even ask you to.”

“such” thrust.

“a” thrust.

“good” thrust.

“girl” thrust.

his thrusts are agonisingly slow, and you let out an embarrassing whimper as you feel your high approaching. he smiles as your face scrunches, eyes shut, back arching, legs shaking. all it takes to push you over the edge is luke’s thumb rubbing your clit. nails raking down his back, you bite into his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming. you feel yourself come undone around his cock. luke doesn’t stop, he continues fucking you slowly as you ride out your high, pleasure engulfing your entire body. your muffled moans fill the room and you feel yourself slump onto the bed.

“fuck.” he’s close. he groans and pulls out of you, pumping himself. “open your mouth, wanna cum on you,” he manages to breathe out. you prop yourself up on your elbows and stick your tongue out. for good measure, you push your tits together with your hands, looking up at him. you look so pretty like this, he thinks, so ready for him. with one last pump, he’s shooting into your mouth and on your chest, cum dripping off your chin. you swallow, looking down at the mess he made you. breath heavy, he presses his lips to yours, tasting himself. it’s soft and gentle this time, then he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“fuck that was so hot,” he grins, walking away.

now on his bed naked and alone, you and luke’s actions finally sink in. you want to crawl into your skin. what does this mean for you guys? but before you go into a full blown freak out, luke comes back wearing a fresh pair of boxers, carrying a small towel. “sorry,” he mumbles kinda sheepishly, the dominant version of him now completely gone. he wipes you clean before holding a hand out for you to take. “let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

you wince as you try to get up, sore and sensitive. he notices and pulls you up gently, walking you to the bathroom. he’d set up a bath for you. after he helps you in, he sits on the toilet and gently massages your shoulders. it’s quiet. neither of you say anything.

you pick up your courage and ask, “so what now..?” a feeling of sadness had come over you, you were scared. you didn’t want to lose luke. not like this.

he shrugs.

you wash up and when you’re done, luke helps you out, wrapping a towel around you. walking back to his room, you pick up your clothes strewn across the floor and walk back to the bathroom to get dressed. looking at yourself in the mirror, you notice the bruises forming on your neck, chest and hips. you look like a mess. sighing, you slowly put your clothes on and shake any signs of vulnerability off your face, before stepping back into luke’s room.

he’s on his bed, still shirtless. clearing your throat, you say “hey lu, i’m gonna head home.” he looks up from his phone, clearly confused. “what? stay, we can still hang…” his voice trails. you smile weakly and walk out of his room.

you want to cry. you don’t know why and you can’t explain it, but you do. quickly, you gathered your things and had just made it to the front door when luke’s arms wrapped around your small frame. “stay.” he whispered softly. “please.” you turn to face him, looking up, his eyes almost begging. he looked as sad as you felt. “okay,” you whisper back. he pulls you into his chest, hands on your back, chin on your head. you both hold each other for a while.

“we’ll figure it out,” he promises. “but for now, let’s just cuddle yeah? you need rest, especially after what i did to you…” you can’t help but laugh softly. he’s right though, the soreness between your legs now evident.

your fingers intertwine as you make your way back to his room. you’re in bed, with luke’s arms wrapped around you, and as you fall asleep, you can’t help but think “i kinda like this guy.”

pstt don't hookup with your ex!!!!!

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iconic ‘KERRANG’ magazine covers !

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Eddie Munson + Details

"We kind of stitched [Eddie's vest] so it would look like he did it himself ... We added a belt buckle that has a handcuff on it ... We gave him a chain on the leather of his jacket, like maybe the zipper broke, and he tried to close it. So we really focused on little details."

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NERVOUSLY IN LOVE || mark lee

PAIRING: mark x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

GENRE(S): smut, fluff, established relationship

SUMMARY: despite his very obvious sexual attraction towards you, your boyfriend keeps holding himself back from sleeping with you. OR the three times you want to fuck mark lee and the one time you do.

WARNINGS: SMUT [unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, big dick mark, a little dumbification] mark is down bad

happy birthday @mrkis i hope you like this small gift <3 i love you so much bestie

You and Mark Lee are in love with each other.

That much is obvious to everyone around you. Ever since you started dating a few months back, you’ve been all over one another — holding hands, hugging and, on some occasions, even making out behind the university building in broad daylight.

This suits you just fine. You love seeing Mark’s cheeks tint pink when your hand wanders under his shirt, or when you’re all alone in his apartment and he has to bite his lip to not let out a moan as you reposition yourself in his lap.

Just like you’re doing right now.

“Y/N…” Mark’s voice is slightly strained as he grips your waist tighter, head falling back onto the couch. You’ve been sitting in his lap, with your thighs on either side of him, for at least half an hour now — first just hugging him, then kissing his jaw as he played with your hair, and now moving onto something more fun. Namely wriggling around in his lap under the disguise of having to readjust yourself.

“Mmm?” you hum absentmindedly, letting your lips fan over his neck. He shivers and you smile to yourself at the goosebumps forming on his skin.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you kiss him instead, swallowing up the moan he lets out when you not-so-subtly roll your hips against his. You and him have gone this far multiple times – made out and rubbed against each other until your panties are ruined and his cock is painfully hard – but you’ve never done anything past that. But with the way he’s growing hard from underneath you, you think that maybe today is the day.

You pull away from the kiss to bury your face in his neck and palm him through his jeans. He groans at that, hips bucking up involuntarily. The sound causes more wetness to pool between your legs and you rub against him – at least until you hear him say your name again, this time more seriously. You look up at his face, his lip pulled between his teeth and the slight panic in his eyes.

“Donghyuck and Renjun…” he finally says, tapping his fingers against your thigh. “They’re coming home soon.”

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowing. “I know.”

“No, like, seriously, they’ll be here soon.”

Mark’s shaky voice catches you off guard, because he seems genuinely stressed. His cheeks are flushed, and he’s gripping your thighs like his life depends on it. A big contrast to the way his hard cock is poking your thigh.

“You said they’re coming eight,” you pout down on him, fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “It’s only seven.”

“Yeah, but like, sometimes they come earlier and I don’t want them to see us like this, ’cause, you know–”

“Alright,” You raise an eyebrow at the way he swallows hard, eyes looking everywhere but at you, but listen to him nevertheless. “Okay.”

He sighs in what sounds like relief as you climb off his lap and plop onto the couch by his side. It’s weird, how he’s acting, you think, but if he’s really just scared of being caught then you suppose it won’t kill you to wait a little longer to have him. You’ve already waited four months, after all.

“Wanna watch a movie?” He asks, a spark of guilt in his eyes. You nod, cuddling into his side with a soft smile.

“Sure.”

Still, his bobbing thigh makes you wonder whether there’s something more to this whole thing than he lets on.

—

The second time you try fucking Mark Lee is a week later.

It’s not like you’re obsessed or anything, but the makeout sessions that keep getting longer and longer are driving you absolutely insane, and so it’s only natural that when you come home to find him sprawled out on the couch, looking so irresistible, you really want him to fuck you. Even if he’s all sweaty from the dance practice he attended earlier. Or maybe especially if he’s sweaty from that practice.

“Hey,” you greet him upon entering the living room. “Did you just get back?”

He looks up at you, corners of his eyes creasing as he grins. His eyes seem a little tired, but they light up in excitement nevertheless. “Yeah, they let me off earlier today.”

“That’s nice,” you say. “You always come home so tired. You should rest more.”

“And you should come cuddle me, I’m cold.”

You smile at his grabby hands, taking off your coat to go join him on the couch. His hair is littered with sweat, so there’s no way he’s actually cold, but you enjoy the feeling of his arms wrapping around your middle as he pulls you close, so you let it slide. Especially since you’ve been dying to see him all day, too.

He nuzzles into your neck when you thread your fingers through his hair, a soft sigh meeting the skin of your throat as he leans into your touch. You like being this close to him — one of his thighs between your legs and his hands resting on your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt. Unsure of whether or not to slip under the fabric and touch your bare skin. You wish he’d do that, but he’s shy — always has been — and so you wait patiently, gently massaging his scalp with your fingers.

“I missed you today,” he sighs as you tug at his hair softly. “I always miss you.”

“I missed you, too, Markie.”

He smiles and presses his lips against your neck in a featherlight kiss that forms goosebumps on your skin. You don’t pull away, and so he kisses you again — this time fully resting his mouth on your skin, tongue swiping over it and teeth scraping against it. It makes your eyes flutter shut, head instinctively leaning back to grant him better access.

He takes his time and you let him, feeling pressure build up in your lower stomach as you wonder whether this will result in him dragging you to the bedroom. You hope it will, and so does the throb forming between your legs.

Mark leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, hands slowly making their way under your shirt, causing you to smile. Subconsciously, you lift your hips off the couch so your clothed pussy can rub against the slowly growing bulge in his pants, and a small whine escapes past your lips. Mark groans at that, the sound turning into a soft moan when you tug at his hair. Breathing heavily, he ruts against you, fingers digging into the flesh on your hips.

“Mark…” you moan into his ear.

The way he bites down on your shoulder to muffle the noises coming out of his mouth makes you smile hazily. This is it, you think, there’s no way he’ll walk away without getting his dick wet now. You know him well enough to understand just from the way he’s breathing onto your neck that he’s about to completely lose control.

And you want him to. So badly that you rub your soaked panties over his thigh to get some friction and urge him back into action.

And it works for a while — his moans mixed with yours as he grabs at your thighs and rubs against you frantically. You meet him halfway, strengthening the groans leaving his mouth. It feels good, so good you swear you could’ve cum from just this, but you want him – all of him – and so you halt your needy movements so you can bring your hands to the waistband of his pants.

But before you can even do anything, Mark’s hand grabs your wrist, making you look up in surprise.

“You know what, I actually have an assignment I need to finish.”

You blink once, then twice, and a couple more times until you register his words. “What?

“I just remembered, sorry.” He looks to the left, nibbling on his bottom lip. You can tell he’s lying, but why? You furrow your brows, but Mark still looks somewhere else than your face, like he’s afraid to meet your gaze. “It’s due tomorrow, so I really should finish it.”

He finally looks at you, hesitation in his eyes as he untangles himself from you and rises up from his seat. The bulge in his pants is still more than obvious, hair a mess, and eyes wide. Still, he runs a hand through the locks to fix them a little and clears his throat, as if to signalize he’s about to leave.

“But what about…” you trail off, eyes moving down to look at his dick poking through his sweats and then trailing back up again. “Don’t you want me to help you out?”

“It’s fine, I’ll just… Take care of it myself.”

“Are you sure?”

He gulps, nodding, and you let him leave with a small smile sent his way, even though you’re confused and aroused to no end.

Once he’s gone to his room, you fall back onto the couch, sighing. None of this makes any sense. He’s obviously horny, and the two of you have been dating for months already, showing intimacy in so many ways. So why is he so hesitant when it comes to fucking you?

Is he insecure? No way. You’ve showered with him and there’s absolutely nothing about him he should be ashamed of. If anything, he should be dying to show off ever since you told him you think his cock is big.

It’s obvious he wants this just as much as you do, so what the fuck is going on?

—

Twenty three hours and seventeen minutes later, you decide it’s time to finally get to the bottom of this.

It’s Saturday, and only a few hours ago Renjun and Hyuck went on some sort of trip together, announcing they’ll be away the whole weekend. Which grants you an amazing opportunity to talk to Mark. (And preferably fuck him, too, but that comes second. That’s what you repeat in your head as you walk into his room, finding him sprawled out on the bed. Looking really fuckable, you think, but that’s just a simple observation).

“Renjun and Hyuck just left,” you tell him, closing the door behind you as you walk over to the bed.

He grins, putting his arm around you and pulling you close. “Finally.”

You have to say you agree — though you’re not so sure whether the reasons for your contentments are the same. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter when you lie your head on Mark’s shoulder and he puts on one of those romance movies you once told him you wanted to watch. He smells like he’s fresh out the shower and his arms are warm around your waist, fingers circling the skin on your hip slowly.

The movie is good, and soon, you forget all about your plans of talking to Mark. To your defense, he is really distracting. With his soft laugh that resonates through the room whenever something funny comes up on the screen, and his intoxicating scent, it’s easy to lose all sense of reality. You cuddle into his side and your fingers tap against his thigh — first to the tune of the movie, later just because you like feeling his skin under your fingertips.

It’s not before your fingers mindlessly squeeze his thigh when you jump at some point during the movie that Mark gives a sign of discomfort, groaning quietly.

“You okay?” you ask immediately, worried.

He nods. “Yeah, just a little stale from practice.”

You frown. When is this boy not overworked? Biting your lip, you rise from your spot on the bed, earning a confused look from Mark. You don’t say anything, just climb to sit on your knees behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. He turns his head to look at you, lips adorably pressed out in a pout.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a massage. Just relax.”

He is, in fact, very tense, so it takes you some time to figure out where to press to relieve him of the tension, but once you do, he leans into your touch, groaning in satisfaction. You smile a little to yourself when he turns his head back to the TV, letting you do yours. It’s not like you’re a professional or anything, but the soft groans and whines he lets out when you dig your fingers into his muscles make you believe you might actually be pretty good at this.

“Does it feel good?”

Mark hums in agreement, and in return, you press a little harder on his shoulders. He groans and throws his head back to rest on your chest, something turning in your stomach when you feel his weight on your tits. Suddenly you’re very aware of him and his presence, and maybe it translates to your movements, because it has Mark turning around to face you.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” you tell him truthfully. “You look really handsome today.”

“Only today?”

You roll your eyes as he pulls you into his lap, pouting.

“Always,” you admit finally, giving him a short kiss.

Or, at least it’s supposed to be a short kiss, but Mark decides to grab your cheeks and pull you flush against him. His lips are soft against your own, his warm tongue slipping inside your mouth when you open it to let out a small moan. He smiles into the kiss, hands caressing your waist, and so do you.

You try your best to ignore the slowly growing bulge in his pants when you reposition yourself in his lap, you really do, but when you move your leg just a little and he moans into your mouth, you can’t. And so you pull away from the kiss, heart thumping in your chest at the sight of his lips swollen and cheeks warm.

“You know, I was thinking,” you draw small circles on his shoulder. “Since Hyuck and Renjun are away and we have the apartment to ourselves…”

You trail off, a little embarrassed, and watch his face intently. His gaze drops down to your body resting on his — first your legs, bare where your shorts have slid up, then up to your cleavage where it rests for a little longer than usual.

He clears his throat. “Uh, actually, I have this paper–”

It doesn’t sound convincing at all, and so you cut him off.

“Mark.” you say and he responds with a small yeah? that has you sighing. “We need to talk about this.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but decides against it, instead resting his head against the headboard on his bed, looking up at you in defeat.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

You wonder whether you should get off his lap, but his hands don’t move from their spot on your waist, so you stay. Your fingers rest on his shoulders, just barely grazing his neck as you look at him.

“Why are you acting like this?” you ask, a little hesitantly. Maybe you shouldn’t be bringing this up? But from the way Mark’s urging you to continue talking with his gaze, you decide it’s better to just spit it out. “Do you not… Do you not wanna sleep with me?”

His expression changes momentarily — brows furrowing and mouth falling open.

“What? No! I mean, yes,” he groans at the way he’s stumbling over his words, one of his hands leaving your skin so he can rub the back of his neck nervously. “I mean, I want to fuck you.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. It’s not like Mark’s a saint or anything, but you’ve never heard him saying something like that so directly. Something stirs up in your stomach and stays there no matter how much you wish it’d disappear. And you do wish it would dissappear because right now you’re supposed to be having a serious conversation with Mark, not getting turned on by him saying he wants to fuck you.

“Jesus christ, that sounded so bad,” Mark groans and you giggle.

“I don’t think it did,” you tell him, purposefully leaving out the part about his words having an embarrassingly strong effect on you. “But if that’s not the problem, then what is?”

“It’s just like,” he sighs, looking for the right words, and his hands squeeze your waist a little tighter.

You wish he wouldn’t be so focused on what he’s about to say, because in that concentration, he pays no attention to his own fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, lifting it up an inch or two so he can touch your bare skin. Which again is making you lose focus.

Thankfully, he brings you back to reality five seconds later as he clears his throat, looking to the side.

“I just… You’re so perfect and hot and I’m scared that if I do fuck you, I’m gonna like, fucking lose it. And just screw everything up.”

You stay silent for a moment, gazing down on him as his fingers move higher up your shirt. You’re not sure whether he’s doing it on purpose or not, but it’s distracting nevertheless.

“So what you’re saying is…” you furrow your brows. “You’re scared that you’ll shoot your load too quickly?”

“When you put it like that, it sounds embarrassing,” Mark groans, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His breath tickles your skin and you giggle softly, leaning into his touch. “But yes.”

You breathe out in something resembling relief. Thank god this is it. You were so worried something serious was going on, all the while he was stressing about cumming too fast. Why he’d even think you care about that, you don’t know. It’s so ridiculous you start laughing, earning yourself a slap on the thigh by Mark.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You,” you poke his reddening cheeks. “You seriously think I care about how long you last?”

He thinks for a while, then tries, “Yeah?”

You shake your head with a smile.

“Well, I don’t. It’s kind of mean to deprive me of seeing your dick just because of that, don’t you think?”

You watch as heat flows to Mark’s cheeks, his hands grabbing your thighs tightly. “I-it is?”

“Mhm,” you lean forward to press your lips against his neck ever so slightly. “Very mean.”

Mark feels himself twitch in his pants and he hopes to god you don’t feel it from where you’re seated in his lap. Maybe it’s a stupid wish, because he doubts anything can go unnoticed when two people are at such a close proximity, but he decides to ignore it, instead pulling you even closer, hands pushing your shorts up to reveal your upper thighs. He bites his lip, squeezing your legs so you rub against him when he rolls his hips into yours.

“I guess I’ll have to make it up to you, then,” his voice is hoarse in your ear and you clench around nothing, walls fluttering in excitement.

You nod eagerly and he smiles, hands finding their way to your waist again so he can pull your shirt over your head. The rest of your clothes quickly follow, leaving you completely naked in his lap, goosebumps forming on your skin as his eyes rake over your body.

He tongues his cheek subconsciously, hands sliding up your body painfully slowly — first running over your thighs, then hips and stomach, until they reach your tits. You hold back a moan when he runs his thumb over your nipple before pinching it softly, watching as your legs rub together at the sensation. Desperately, you push your chest out against his hand, letting out a satisfied sigh when he wraps his hand around your breast, squeezing it.

“Fuck, Mark,” you say as one of his hands push down on your hips, pressing your leaking pussy down on his clothed cock. “Please do something.”

“So needy,” he muses, and you whimper when he grabs your waist and lies you down on the bed so your back is pressed against the mattress.

He’s still fully clothed, you realize, but you don’t really get to do anything about it before he ruts his hips against you, his sweats rubbing against your cunt and spreading your arousal across it. You hear him groan softly, and then you feel his finger graze your clit ever so slightly, making your whole body jolt in surprise. He chuckles, spreading your legs and watching as your breath turns uneven when he rubs your clit and runs his fingers through your folds leisurely.

“So fucking wet,” he clicks his tongue. “Is it all for me, baby?”

“Yes, just for you,” you breathe out, bucking your hips up into his hand. “Please touch me, Markie, please.”

He groans, and has to close his eyes not to cum right then and there, from the sight of you sprawled out on the bed, begging him for more. This is going to be a lot harder than he thought. But he’s got something to prove, and to do that, he can’t exactly cum in his pants. So he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again.

You buck your hips again, and this time, he listens to you, starting to rub his finger against your clit. He smiles, using his other hands to play with your tits, squeezing them as he pleases. You feel so vulnerable, so on display, but the way he’s playing with you only serves to intensify the throb between your legs. A small whimper leaves your mouth when he moves his fingers from your clit to slip inside of you with ease, your walls stretching around them.

“Feel nice?” he asks, and you only nod, spreading your legs wider.

He pushes his fingers in and out of you like it’s something he’s done a million times before, lewd sounds of his movements filling the room. You can only try to muffle your moans and fail miserably, letting whimpers of his name leave your mouth.

Mark must like that, because not even a moment later, he’s leaning down between your legs and using the hands that were fondling with your tits to hold you down against the mattress. You almost feel like crying when his tongue touches your clit, his digits rubbing all the right places inside of you. He sucks and licks your pussy, fingers curling to hit that one spot that makes you grab at his hair and tug.

Your reaction only makes him groan into your pussy, the vibrations making your legs try to close around his head. But he keeps them wide open, sucking on your clit, repeatedly hitting the right spots.

“Yeah? You like this?” he pulls away to ask you after a particularly loud moan of his name.

“Y-yes,” you whimper out, tears pricking your eyes at how he’s no longer touching you. “Don’t stop, Markie, please.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he mumbles into your cunt before diving back in, finding the spot that makes your toes curl immediately.

The tension in your lower stomach is building up, the whimpers that leave your lips sounding more and more broken. Mark senses you’re close from the way your hips stutter in their way to buck up into his face, and adds a third finger to fill you up. You clench around him as the knot inside you comes untied, your legs shaking as he licks and sucks on your sensitive clit, fucking you through the orgasm with his fingers deep in your pussy.

You can only whimper as you come down from your high, tears streaming down your cheeks when Mark licks off all your arousal. Smile on his face and cock poking through his sweats, he sits up and takes you into his arms, letting you climb onto his lap again.

“Was it good, baby?” he asks you when you’re seated, like he doesn’t see the way your thighs are shaking.

“Yes,” you tell him and press your lips against his.

He kisses you back right away, pulling you flush against his chest. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but you don’t really mind, instead focusing on keeping him as close as possible. Your hips roll into his on their own, your cunt throbbing in need for him again the moment you feel his hard cock pressed against you. He sighs into your mouth at the slight relief, and you slide your hand down to palm him through his sweats.

You’re both content with that for a while — making out with your hand pressing against his cock. But after a while, when the throb between your legs is starting to become unbearable, you pull away from the kiss to untie his sweatpants and slide them down along with his boxers to pool down by his ankles. He exhales at that, cock standing proudly against his stomach when you wrap your hand around it.

“Can I…” you look at him, squeezing your fingers around him so hips buck upwards and he lets out a soft moan. “Can I ride you?”

His mouth falls slightly open, but he closes it again as fast as he can gather his thoughts. It’s admittedly a little hard with your hand wrapped around his cock, but he manages to look a little less flustered and gather the courage to press the palm of his hand to your clit.

“Baby wants to ride my cock?”

You can only manage a mewl and a nod of your head, but thankfully Mark doesn’t ask for a verbal response. He lifts your hips a little, positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance and you whine at him when he spends too much time coating his dick with your slick. He only smiles apologetically at you, squeezing your hip as he pushes you down on his cock.

He’s only halfway in when you grip his shoulders, whimpering.

“You okay?” he asks worriedly, stopping to check on you.

“S-so big…”

You feel him twitch from where he’s halfway buried in your cunt, and it makes your walls flutter around him. It’s good, but you need more, and so you wiggle your hips, try to readjust yourself to fit all of him inside. Mark’s patient with you, hands busy fiddling with your tits, fingertips ghosting over your nipples and eyelids heavy.

You have to bite your lip to muffle the cry threatening to escape your mouth when you finally sink down on his cock fully. He’s big — so big it makes your head spin, pussy clenching around him and your nails digging into his arms.

“Fuck,” Mark groans, leaning his head against the headboard. “I’m so in love with you, you know that?”

“I’m in love with you, too,” you giggle, but your laughter turns into a moan when Mark thrusts up into your cunt without warning.

He looks at you expectantly and so you tighten your grip on his shoulders, lifting your hips before sinking down on him again. It feels so good, and so you do it again and again, until you’re bouncing on his cock with your tits in his face. He starts pressing kisses against your nipples, and it only spurs you on further, your thighs lifting you off of him then letting you slam your hips against his.

You feel so full, fucking yourself on his cock like this, and soon all you can do is push your chest out against his lips and moan his name. God, you’re glad Renjun and Donghyuck aren’t here, because you wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet even if you wanted with the way Mark’s dick is hitting all the right spots with every bounce of your hips.

But even if you love how it feels, your legs were already shaking after your first orgasm, and now that you feel your second one approaching, the burn in your thighs is much more apparent. You try your best, you really do, but no matter how hungry you are for his cock, you’re forced to slow down when your thighs threaten to give out from underneath you.

“Come on, you wanted to ride me, right?” Mark coos at your whines, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Where did your eagerness go, baby?”

“But I’m tired, Markie,” you whimper, feeling so upset you almost want to cry. “Please. Need your cock.”

And who is he to deny you what you want when you’re asking so nicely?

You outright scream his name when he grabs your hips and rolls them into his own. He starts off slow, but even when he’s careful, his cock reaches places deep inside you and makes your eyes roll to the back of your head from the fullness. Mark doesn’t seem to mind, though, his dick twitching inside of you when he makes the mistake of looking at your fucked out expression. Proving to you that he can last long is being pushed further and further to the back of his mind, though, because with how well you’re taking him, he doesn’t think he can hold up much longer.

“Markie,” your head falls to the crook of his neck when he starts thrusting into you from below, your cries muffled by his skin. “Feels so good, Markie.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

His thrusts are deep and calculated, and you swear you can feel him in your stomach at some point. It’s so good you wish he’d never stop, but the coil in your stomach is tightening, a sense of rapture approaching, and so all you can do is cling onto him for dear life as he fucks you on his cock. He’s close too, twitching inside of you while he brings his fingers to rub sloppy circles on your puffy clit.

Desperate to reach your high, you start bouncing up and down again, your slick forming a ring of white around the base of his cock as your cunt clenches around him repeatedly.

You cum first, with his fingers on your clit and his lips sucking marks into your neck, your whole body shaking as he fucks you through it only reach his high a few seconds later. He groans against your throat, a soft whine of your name, and then he’s shooting his cum deep inside of you as his hands tremble around your waist.

It takes a moment for both of you to regain your steady breathing, and when you do, Mark pulls out of you and helps you lie down on the mattress. You pull him in for a hug, which he reciprocates, wrapping his arms around you, allowing you to bathe in his scent.

For a while, you just lie there quietly, wrapped up in each other’s limbs. It’s comfortable, just like it always is with Mark.

“You were wrong,” you say finally, breaking the silence.

He furrows his brows, looking down on you. “Wrong about what?”

“About not lasting long enough,” you poke his chest. “I’m pretty sure it was long enough if my whole body is sore.”

You see Mark’s cheeks tint pink for a moment before he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, hiding.

“Aw, are you shy?” you laugh and he pulls away to send you a stern look.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

And then he pulls you in for a kiss.

THANK YOU TO @wuahae FOR THE IDEA FOR THIS FIC ILY

#xanrecs #WHY whYYYYYYYYYY WHYYY #WHY CANT I HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THIS #mark lee i love u

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a few minutes ago i was literally thinking of this exact thing

Oral and Christian Yu are things that just go together

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Things I Need:

1. An orgasm 2. Attention 3. $50,000

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“wednesday and enid are just friends! you just see lgbt representation everywhere” ok so explain their hug in the first season finale

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #netflix

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NSFW LINKS — LHS + PSH EDITION

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

REQUESTED BY: anonnie!

[ LINK ] heeseung who wants to tease you, touching you everywhere and kissing your neck from the back, fondling your tits and rubbing his fingers on your cunt, until you beg for more.

[ LINK ] sunghoon with strength kink who wants to pick you in his arms and fuck you deep and hard, he won’t hesitate to do so at his friend’s house because he wants you all the time, so he’d drag you to the bathroom for a quickie.

[ LINK ] heeseung who wants to have your tits in his mouth but also wants to fuck you at the same time, so he makes you ride his cock while giving his attention to your tits too.

[ LINK ] rough sex with sunghoon who hates to see you get cozy with other guys, and he reminds you who you belong you, spanking your ass and fucking you from behind.

[ LINK ] when you tell heeseung you like how his fingers look when he plays the guitar and he decides to show you how his fingers would look even better inside your pussy.

[ LINK ] sunghoon fucking his cum back into your pussy after you tell him how much you’ve wanted him to breed you, he won’t let you rest before he pushes his cock into you again, making you scream out of pleasure.

[ LINK ] needy boy heeseung who’s desperate to taste you and wake you up with his cock into your pussy ever since you told him how you wanted him to wake you up by stretching your cunt with his big dick.

[ LINK ] you keep staring at sunghoon’s (who’s your best friend’s close friend) hands while having dinner, and he notices how you look at him. he’s also kind enough to offer you to hangout sometime and maybe show you how good he’s with his fingers.

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𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐). (𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍 ☺︎︎)

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷.𝟾𝚔

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Your head turned to the door the moment you heard the sound of the code being entered. The phone that you’d been mindlessly scrolling on completely discarded as you jumped up and made your way to the door excitedly. It was nearly 3 am and your boyfriend was only just getting home.

“Hanbinnie!” You said excitedly, falling into his arms the moment the door opened.

Between you being busier these days with your ever increasing workload and Hanbin working on his comeback you two found yourselves constantly missing each other. This was due to either partner being asleep when the other came home or leaving before the other could awaken.

His arms wrapped around and squeezed tightly while walking you two deeper into the house and closing the door with his foot.

“What are you doing still awake babe?” He asked, his voice close to your ear as he nuzzled his face into your neck not wanting to release the hug.

You giggled and gently pushed on his chest so you could look at him. Once he reluctantly let you go you leaned against him, looking up into his eyes.

“Well I got your schedule…“ You started to say but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off with a soft kiss against your lips, his index finger and thumb gently cradling your chin.

Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to recall the rest of your sentence.

“Sorry I couldn’t resist.” He said softly, his lips still tantalizingly close. “You can continue now.”

“Huh? Oh.. yeah I…uhm.. ugh, you can't just kiss me mid sentence. I don't even remember what I was trying to say.” You huffed.

He softly laughed at you “You were saying you got my schedule…?”

“Right. Yeah uhm I got your schedule from Hyung and…uhm…”

The way he gazed at you made it impossible to finish a thought. “Oh forget it.” You said, exasperated by how flustered your boyfriend still made you after all this time.

“The point is my schedule is clear tomorrow and so is yours.”

“Really? There were like 7 meetings I had to be at tomorrow.” He questioned all while his hands slid lower and lower down your back.

“Moved.” You said simply, becoming more and more distracted the lower his hands traveled.

It actually didn’t matter to him how tired he would be tomorrow, looking at you right now made him realize the level in which he missed you. Your gorgeous smile, your melodic voice, your beautiful laugh, your sexy body, all which were enough to keep him wide awake. He missed you so much.

Your eyelids became heavier as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere breaths away from touching when he suddenly pulled away and made his way to the bedroom.

You glared at him when you caught sight of the smirk that playfully teased the corner of his mouth.

“I’m gonna go shower, it’s been a long day.” He said before disappearing through the door.

You did the last bits of cleaning in the kitchen and then went and got a towel to throw in the dryer to get warm for him. A little something you liked to do for him ever since he expressed to you how much he didn’t like being cold. The laundry machines were in the bathroom so you quickly grabbed a towel from the dresser and brought it to the dryer.

He was already in the shower and you could see his silhouette through the fogged glass, aiding in working you up more than you already were. He was humming and paid no mind to you entering the bathroom like you always did. You turned to exit the bathroom but paused when Hanbin called your name asking if you could pass him the shampoo.

You got the shampoo from the sink cabinet when a mischievous smile blossomed on your face at a thought that had just sprung into your mind. You slowly pulled your tee shirt above your head tossing it onto the floor along with your underwear. You held back a giggle as you snuck over to him.

You slid the glass quickly yelling boo, bursting into laughter at his startled face. He frowned at you but you continued to laugh until you felt his hand wrapped around your wrist. Suddenly you found yourself pressed against his wet, warm, hard chest… the hot water from the shower now flowing down your back. You looked up at his dark eyes causing your breath to stop in your lungs. His expression was one of pure infatuation, your naked bodies completely flush against each other.

“It seems we had similar plans.” He said.

You tilted your head inquisitively and he gestured to the open shampoo that was already in the shower.

You gasped dramatically, “You planned to pull me in the shower all along didn’t you?”

“And you already planned to join me.” He replied with a smirk.

You shrugged nonchalantly before reaching your hands up, caressing his face with one and moving his wet hair out of it with the other.

Without another word your lips quickly tangled with his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hands that craved to feel you now relished in their victory.

Hanbin caressed your every curve taking extra time on your ass which he was ever so obsessed with. He squeezed your hips and thighs before playfully giving your ass a slap, the water making it sting more than usual. You gasped into his mouth and he used that as a chance to slide his tongue in and take control of the kiss. He pulled your leg over his hip and you felt his hard member against your core, making the heat of your desire much more intense.

He pressed your back against the wall continuing in his plans to ravishing your supple flesh. His soft lips bounced from one spot to another, never forgetting to give attention to all the ones he knew you loved. A particularly hard suck against your bosom earned him a playful slap against his shoulder which to your secret delight encouraged him more than discouraging him. You loved to be marked by him, to have something to remember him by while he was away.

His hands massaged you as his kisses and kitten licks traveled lower and lower, down the valley of your breast, over the beating of your heart, past your navel, stopping right at your aching heat.

Hanbin lowered to his knees in front of you, your leg lifted on his shoulder while he continued his work. You threw your head back, almost falling the moment his tongue entered you. Your fingers laced through his hair and pulled with every flick of his skillful tongue causing him to moan against you, the vibrations making everything more intoxicating.

Your breathing became more rapid and your moans more desperate, the sensation of his mouth against your pussy beyond mesmerizing. And just like that your body shook as your orgasm rushed through you. Hanbin held your hips still as he lapped up your juices, overstimulating you in the process.

Once Hanbin pulled away you quickly tried to catch your breath but he clearly had other plans. His lips crashed against yours, your leg back wrapped around him. He braced you against the wall just before pushing his length inside of you, stretching you ever so deliciously. You cried out as tears pricked your eyes, the intensity of the post orgasm sensitivity paired with the sudden fullness was disorienting.

Hanbin slowly began to move inside of you while he littered breathy kisses against your damp flesh. Water poured between your bodies and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You could hardly process anything as he pounded into you, the pleasure already balling in your stomach. Your cries echoed against the shower walls and his breathy moans filled the remaining pockets of quiet.

Hanbins movement stuttered and you could feel that he was getting closer. You were practically whimpering when your coils finally snapped again, rippling through your body stronger than the last. It was made even more intense by the feeling of his heat releasing deep inside of you. Your juices mixed with his and dripped from your swollen pussy down his cock. He pulled out and watched as the water carried your essence down your thigh. Hanbin hissed through his teeth at the sight, still not satisfied. He could never get enough of you.

He used his index and middle fingers to tenderly push the juices back into you before using his cock to stuff it deeper. This time you collapsed into him, the intensity being too much for you to handle. You were sure you didn’t have anything left in you but as he began to move you felt the tightening feeling of another high approaching. His hips snapped into you and you felt as if you would split open. He reached so deep inside of you, his body pressed up against you as he stretched you more than ever.

“Y/N…” he grunted. “You have no idea how much I've missed you.”

You responded with your lips against his, too disoriented to do anything else but messily kiss him.

You could feel him twitching in you already signaling his quickly approaching release. Hanbin spilled into you and with that once again an orgasm shocked through your body. This time your body was completely exhausted so he had to hold you up against him so you wouldn’t fall.

Your labored breathing was what sobered him. You could tell he felt a little bad by how gingerly he washed you, holding you up in the shower. Hanbin took the warm towel out the dryer and wrapped it around you before carrying you into the bedroom and laying you on the bed. He knew how much you hated dry skin so he diligently helped you lotion before pulling one of his shirts over your head, kissing you furrowed brow when you grimaced from the movement. He finished by pulling a pair of panties onto you, giving your butt a gentle smack after you had rolled over and reached for the covers.

Hanbin finished up with himself and then slid into bed with you who was drifting off. You rolled into him and he rubbed your back, shushing you comfortingly when he heard you grimace from the movement. You knew you were gonna be sore as hell in the morning but you didn’t care.

“I love you.” You whispered in a half slurred voice.

“I love you more, babe. Sorry, I got a little carried away.” He said rubbing your hip to sooth you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved every bit of it.” You said snuggling into his embrace.

“Naughty girl.” He said playfully tickling you until you used your last bit of energy to swat him away.

“Only for you.”

#kim hanbin smut #hanbin smut #THIS IS SO GOOD?????#OMG I LOVE READING THIS MAN LIKE THIS #cute stable relationships>>>>

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