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Troublemaker: The Behind

(Warning: R18, Unprotected sex, curse words. Please read at your own risk uwu)

Mark didn't know how'd it happened but the next thing he knew was that they're already inside his car with their lips attached to each other. They were on the backseat with the girl lying on her back and him on top of her. Kisses were messy, greedy and was just plain hungry. Both of them trying to assert dominance over the other.

The girl grabbed his nape and pulled his face closer while he snaked his hand on her back, squeezing her waist in the process. She moaned.

As soon as her lips parted, Mark grabbed it as a chance to include tongues on their already messy kiss which the latter gladly obliged.

He felt her hand lightly touching his body lower and lower, until her fingertips reached the hem of his polo and inserting her hands inside to explore his skin. He felt how cold her hands was, it was like thousands of bolts coursed throughout his body when she touched him. Ah, it felt good.

Mark then moved his hands to her bossom, giving it a light squeeze. He felt her lips rose a little, and he knew that she smiled. He then proceeded with untying the top of her dress from behind her neck and as soon as it did, he pulled the clothe down before parting their lips.

The two were catching their breaths as they stared into each other's souls, taking in the moment. Mark's eyes then slowly went down to see the rest of her and he couldn't help but smile, "So beautiful." he whispered, his hand lightly touching her bossom which made the girl close her eyes from the electricity she felt when their skin made contact.

"Baby," Mark called out in a raspy voice, the girl looked at him with half-lidded eyes, "Mmmh?"

"Tell me your name, I'm not planning on doing this with someone I still have no idea about." He whispered while caressing her cheek down to her neck.

The girl's breath hitched, she took several deep breaths before answering, "Yeri, my name is Yeri."

"Yeri" he repeated, "Beautiful. Yeri, call me Mark. I want to hear your voice shouting my name later."

As soon as he finished saying that he quickly pulled down the rest of her dress down to her curves, leaving her with her undies. Mark stared at her, body so pale and fair, like scars were afraid of even getting near her. He was still revering her beauty when Yeri pulled his face to hers, kissing him again. He didn't retaliated though, instead he followed whatever she wanted, letting her take control.

Yeri was hungry, indeed. She wanted him so bad but it looks like he's the type to take things slow. She couldn't wait. She has to have him now.

Her hands swiftly unbuckled Mark's belt and tried to rid of his pants but was stopped by his hands.

He parted their lips once again before moving closer to her ears, "Let me take it from here." he whispered, lips brushing against her ear.

Mark felt her greediness. She didn't even hid that fact which amused him. There are only a few who actually acts like this and it turns him on even more.

His hand travelled from her face to her waist then thighs, giving it light touches that made Yeri's impatience grow. Her breathing deep and hitched, she uttered, "Fuck, do it."

Mark chuckled, "Mmmhhh, what do you say when you're asking someone to do something for you?"

Yeri grunted while trying to move her hips up and down on Mark's thigh, "Uhh, just fucking do it."

Mark then removed his hand from her thighs, Yeri whimpered. His dark eyes staring at her, "Mmmh?"

Yeri felt her whole body ache, she swears if she didn't get him now she'll lose her mind, but Mark wasn't planning on doing anything unless she says what he wants her to say. But she didn't want to give in to his pleasure just yet. They stared at each for a good five seconds when Mark pushed his knee up her heat that made her let out a groan.

"Ughh, Mark..."

"Yes, baby?" he answered, still pushing and playing her heat with his knee.

Yeri was already moving her hips in sync with his knee but he stopped again. Fuck, Mark is going to be the death of her.

"Fuck, Mark. Please. Please do me." Yeri exasperated, almost begging.

Without any warning he let his fingers touch Yeri's core. Doing it in an awfully slow pace. While Yeri wasn't planning on enduring any teasing any further so she held Mark's hand and pushed his finger inside her core. She let out a moan that made Mark's eyes go darker.

He first let her do it on her preferred pace before suddenly going faster and faster. A series of whimpers and grunts left Yeri's lips and just as when she was about to reach her peak, Mark removed his fingers.

Yeri glared at him and was about to retaliate but Mark only placed his fingers filled with her juices on her mouth.

"Taste yourself," he commanded that made Yeri feel little, she obliged. After licking the juices off his fingers, Yeri stared at Mark with half hooded eyes. Pleading for him to take her.

With a cocky grin on his face, he touched her heat once again. She can't endure any of his teasings any longer, so her back curved off the seat. An indication that she was becoming even more sensitive by that minute.

Yeri's breathing was still heavy when she continuously whispered, "Please please please--"

Mark used his free hand to rid of his remaining clothes and once he was left with nothing, Yeri stared at his already hard member. Big and thick, urgh can she even take it? She couldn't care less, what she wants is him, inside her, now.

He was still playing with her core when he started pumping his length, feeling her wetness on his fingertips and once he deemed it time.

Mark pulled Yeri's hips towards him and slowly inserted himself to her. Stopping midway to see if Yeri can take him. He heard Yeri breath deeply and saw how she closed her eyes. As much as he wants to pound the hell out of the girl, he stopped himself because he didn't want to hurt her.

"F-fuck," Yeri whimpered softly, like she was trying to hold back her moans.

Mark on the other hand was having a rough time trying to stop himself from moving. Yeri just felt too good, he was using every ounce of his energy just to calm himself down.

"Yeri," he whispered in a strained voice, "You feel so good, I-I can't hold it in any longer. I want to move."

Her breathing hitched, "Then m-move, Mark. Just move." she said before holding Mark's shoulders, digging her nails to his skin.

Mark then slowly moved back out then in. Slow, too painfully slow. Yeri wanted more, she wanted more and fast so she started moving her hips, meeting his halfway. Even starting to fasten the pace.

Yeri cried out in surprise when Mark started moving faster, becoming even rougher by the second as he held her waist tighter, pulling her body to meet his.

He groaned when Yeri's hands struggled to find something to grab a hold as her back arched once again from the pleasure she's feeling. A series of curses and moans left her lips, having trouble constructing complete sentences.

"Damn, you feel so good, Ye." He said in a breathy voice as he moved a little faster again.

"More, more. Fuck me more, Mark." Yeri managed to say as she digged her fingernails deeper on Mark's skin.

He moved his head closer to her ears, lips brushing against her skin. He thrusted deeper, reaching new depths until he hit her sweet spot.

"Fuck, Mark." Yeri moaned and threw her head. "There, do that again."

Mark thrusted into Yeri with more force, making sure to go deeper and hit her spot repeatedly. Yeri gasped and spilled incoherently words as she felt the surge of pleasure from Mark's movements.

"Mark, faster." she said in a hoarse voice, "Faster f-fast--"

Yeri didn't even get to finish what she was saying when Mark decided to go even rougher. The nails digging on his skin went down from his shoulder to his chest. Mark hissed.

"Oh fuck, you're so hot." He groaned.

She couldn't answer back to what he said for his hips sped up, thrusting harder and deeper into Yeri. He was starting to lose his control whenever he heard her gasping and moaning his name whenever he hit the right spot. The pace was fast but the two were in sync.

"I-I'm so close," Yeri breathed.

Mark leaned closer to her, resting her arms beside Yeri's head. He kissed her shoulder as he continued his rough movement in and out of her. Yeri was almost over the edge, she was almost there but she can't just yet. Even so, everytime their bodies met, his length hitting that sweet spot, Yeri was almost certain she won't be able to move after this.

He then licked her shoulder to her ear before whispering, "Come for me, baby."

As if on queue, she reached her peak. Her entire body shaking from the sensation Mark was giving her. Groaning loudly while Mark slowed down his pace. The two were now a mess of sweat and deep breaths.

Mark kept Yeri's body close, even after stopping as he collapsed on top of her. He listened to her every inhale and exhale, feeling it as if it was music to his ears.

Yeri pushed Mark's face away from her shoulder before pulling him in for a kiss. She felt his heavy breaths as he tried to recover.

He slowly pulled out of her, the two shuddered at the feeling of emptiness. Mark kissed Yeri one more time before pulling himself up on his elbows and looking at Yeri.

"What?" She asked, feeling shy from his stares. She wasn't in her best look. God, she just finished having a great time with this stranger.

"Nothing," he answered before smiling. "Just making sure you were real."

Yeri's forehead creased, "What do you expect? That I'm just some ghost who'll suddenly disappear after what happened?"

Mark laughed at Yeri's remark, "It's not that, basta." he said that earned a glare. He could only give her a cheeky grin, "Want to go get ice cream? My treat."

"What the fuck? You just had sex with someone as beautiful as me and all you can offer is ice cream?" Yeri found it really unbelievable. As her irritation was about to rise, Mark suddenly caressed her cheek.

"Exactly, I don't offer ice cream just to anyone. If you don't want just that, then I'll throw in some chips to ease your annoyance." he laughed.

Yeri encircled her arm around Mark's neck before answering, "I don't want that. I want pizza."

With a soft smile he replied, "Then pizza it is."