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sanji has a habit of saying “yes ma’am”. he has such good manners and his respect for women doesn’t go unnoticed.
but sometimes his mannerisms spill into the bedroom. he often mutters “yes ma’am” and “please ma’am”. he can’t help but feel so needy and eager for his girl.
his cock is deep in you as your warmth as his strokes are slow yet eager. his breathing is staggered as his hands settle in a grip on your hips as he ruins you from behind. “baby….please…let me go faster..”, he groaned. his head was thrown back as you made him continue his slow pace. his soft gulps were present as you squeezed around him. “you have to go slow…i want to feel all of you..”, you moaned. a sigh left his mouth as he continued the dangerously slow pace. “y-yes ma’am…”
i’m torn honestly. there are definitely great things i love about this series, but i do also have a fair amount of issues with certain choices that were made
okay but why aren’t you writing road trip aus?
it’s literally the best thing ever?? you can have two characters traveling the country?? learning more about themselves?? learning more about their friends??
you can literally apply this to any couple. otp?? no problem. ot3?? hell fuckin’ yeah. ot5?? you may need to rent a bus for that.
driving shitty rental cars and living off of gas station food and going way too fast down highways with the radio up
alternately: “hell no you cannot survive off of gas station candy I’m taking us to a real restaurant”
getting lost on the way to the restaurant and having to ask for directions at a remote little souvenir shop
going to tourist traps just to buy shitty souvenirs for each other and compete for the most tacky ones.
traveling to super crowded cities and taking a couple of days off just to enjoy the feeling of being lost. driving down winding country roads and opening all the windows because it’s like being found.
which member of your otp wants to go to super sophisticated cities and which one wants to visit the world’s largest ball of yarn?
staying in shitty motels, okay? the kind of creepy-not-quite-real aesthetic of neon lights and soft linen and staying awake all night listening to the other person breathe.
alternately: you literally get the chance to write the scenario where the characters trade off seats during the night and the driver keeps looking at their sleeping companion and getting distracted because of the way the moonlight bounces off of their face and ugh
taking turns deciding on the next destination and characters declaring things like “oh my god, I hate the countryside” but they wind up loving it
car karaoke. someone probably owns the complete collection of disney cds. they probably take it very seriously.
characters who keep making more and more detours because they want it to last forever even though it can’t.
holding hands while riding namjoon? idk im just hjorny rn 😭
well, i’m glad i could be of assistance, anon <3
pairing: namjoon x female reader
warnings: softdom!joon, sub!reader, explicit smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, crying, kinda soft, rough fucking, i can’t tell if he’s trying to punish her or naw..
“Need me to love you, need me to protect you, need me to fuck you,” Namjoon seethes, hands resting on the small of your back as he enunciated each point with a harsh thrust into you.
You were in tears on top of him, riding him out like your life depended on it whilst his cock evasively split you open; just the way you liked it.
He was never normally this rough with you, opting to go slow and easy every time you both decided to get intimate. His soft side during sex was something you cherished so much; it made you feel safe in his arms.
But that was until now.
You chose to disrupt one of his super important zoom interviews with your desperation; twirling his hair around your fingers to which the interviewer could clearly see. Namjoon would try to brush you off, silently telling you that he’d be with you shortly, but you didn’t budge.
And that went on for the rest of the hour. You bothered him to the point where he was tired of your shit, slamming the laptop shut after ending the call and dragging you into your shared bedroom.
Which is where you are now.
Looking down at him, you could tell he was pissed, but you couldn’t let the desperation inside of you eat you out alive. You did the right thing seeing as he was giving you exactly what you wanted.
“Don’t fucking cry. Isn’t this what you wanted?” His tone of voice was harsh and his hips slammed into you with such brute force, it felt like he was fucking the cries out of you.
“Yes, yes—!” you cry again, your fingers digging into the skin of his shoulder which caused him to wince.
You were such a good girl. Never having been fucked like this, you were taking him like a champ.
It warmed his heart in the most fucked up way possible.
Namjoon yanked your hand off his shoulder, instead intertwining his hand in yours to give you that little sense of care and security you were always used to.
“Need me to hold your hand while I fuck you as well, huh?” His tone was seemingly trying to mock you, belittle you in some sense, but you weren’t a pussy.
You could take a rough fuck when necessary.
Whether he held your hand or not, you trusted the man with your whole life.
“You’re so cute..”
You don’t hear him, the sounds of skin slapping and your whimpers drowning out his endearing words.
He set his free hand over your hips, forcing you to slam down on his cock and revelling in the way your walls clenched around him.
“Too much..” you say breathlessly, but your actions were contradicting your own words as you continued to fuck yourself on top of him without his assistance.
“You’re so greedy, Y/N,” the man tsks, shaking his head like he was disappointed but he was far from it.
You were everything he could ask for, and more.
a bittersweet ending
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