Hey i wanted to request a drabble from the prompt list you shared hehe ( you're doing a great job btw, the "scratch post" is my absolute favourite from now on )
So my request would be a bsfs to lovers fic ( or whichever trope that you feel comfortable writing ( I'm just a sucker for bsfs to lovers )) based on the prompts numbered 93,99 and 100. And my choice of characters would be bang chan x f reader :)
P.S : I love you and your work mwah
A/N: Probably came as a surprise months later heh. I apologize for taking this long, but hope you enjoy it nevertheless.
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➥ Prompt(s) requested (March run) · 93: Do you realize what that means?
· 99: This is wrong.
· 100: I love you.
➥ He's been falling for you for god knows how long, but he finally hits the ground at your brother's wedding.
It always feels like your feelings for him are flashing on your face when you’re in the same room. Tonight, maybe more than usual.
He’s the best man.
This is the very first time you see him in a suit. It may not even be his; you’re pretty sure he doesn’t own one. Late into the night, he is far from dapper, tie loosened up with buttons of his shirt undone, rioting curls all in disarray, laughing his ass off at the groom’s very drunk dance moves. You acknowledge this is in fact the dumbest your brother has ever acted with a quiet chuckle from the balcony. Halfway through his contagious laughter fit, his eyes find yours even from that afar. He calms down, shoves his hands in his pockets, and heads out into your bubble of night chill.
“Can’t believe he actually tied the knot,” he extends his hand to bum a cherry-flavored smoke, “I had good money running on his commitment issues.”
“Not everyone is sworn to the player lifestyle like you,” you light his cigarette with an overpriced Zippo, “Some people actually look to settle down, you know.”
The night is dark. The balcony is secluded. It’s a miracle he’s managed to spot you actually. The lighter flame casts a soft spotlight on his face, and you swear his dimples got even deeper from laughing so much. He takes a long drag without a care in the world, still smiling with his eyes.
“You think I’m a player?”
“I know you are one. I’ve never seen you with a girlfriend.”
“I’ve had a couple.”
“Were they all Canadian?”
He giggles. He likes it when you’re all sassy with him. He likes you.
He’s liked you ever since you threw your shoes at him in junior high.
❧ Genre: enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, fluff
❧ Words: +6k
❧ Warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, mention of orgasm denial and spanking and being tied.
❧Summary : You swore it was a one-time thing. Get him out of your system and never see him again. If only it was that simple.
❧ A/N: Surprise! I’m not dead! I’ve been barely active on tumblr for the past few months but I never stopped wishing to have time to write some more. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing. Comments are always appreciated ♥
“It’s the last time.” You swore against San’s lips, biting angrily, pushing him against the nearest wall, tearing his shirt off, as if it was entirely his fault. When really, it was mainly yours.
This thing, whatever it was, between the two of you, was supposed to be a one-time thing. You were supposed to get him out of your system, maybe also prove that he wasn’t worth your time, and preferably ignore his existence for the rest of your life. So how the hell did a one-time thing turned into two, then three, then ten?
Simple.
San was a walking sin. Handsome (sadly) face with a sharp jaw. Pretty eyes, pretty smile and devastatingly cute dimples. And his body. You shuddered just at the mere thought. Strong muscles that could crush you if he wanted to. Strong hands that often find its ways either around your throat or on your ass.
To sum up, San was a temptation you couldn’t ignore no matter how hard you tried.
“I believe you said the same thing the last two times.” He reminded you, a smug grin on his face. Oh how much you wished you could wipe this grin from his face – but you couldn’t. San held power over you. He knew exactly what to say, where to kiss, where to touch to turn you into an addicted mess, begging for more. Always making sure you would crawl back to him.
There had to be something wrong with you. There was no other explanation.
❧ Genre: enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, fluff
❧ Words: +6k
❧ Warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, mention of orgasm denial and spanking and being tied.
❧Summary : You swore it was a one-time thing. Get him out of your system and never see him again. If only it was that simple.
❧ A/N: Surprise! I’m not dead! I’ve been barely active on tumblr for the past few months but I never stopped wishing to have time to write some more. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing. Comments are always appreciated ♥
“It’s the last time.” You swore against San’s lips, biting angrily, pushing him against the nearest wall, tearing his shirt off, as if it was entirely his fault. When really, it was mainly yours.
This thing, whatever it was, between the two of you, was supposed to be a one-time thing. You were supposed to get him out of your system, maybe also prove that he wasn’t worth your time, and preferably ignore his existence for the rest of your life. So how the hell did a one-time thing turned into two, then three, then ten?
Simple.
San was a walking sin. Handsome (sadly) face with a sharp jaw. Pretty eyes, pretty smile and devastatingly cute dimples. And his body. You shuddered just at the mere thought. Strong muscles that could crush you if he wanted to. Strong hands that often find its ways either around your throat or on your ass.
To sum up, San was a temptation you couldn’t ignore no matter how hard you tried.
“I believe you said the same thing the last two times.” He reminded you, a smug grin on his face. Oh how much you wished you could wipe this grin from his face – but you couldn’t. San held power over you. He knew exactly what to say, where to kiss, where to touch to turn you into an addicted mess, begging for more. Always making sure you would crawl back to him.
There had to be something wrong with you. There was no other explanation.
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