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♡ Hook, line, and sinker (2) (sub!abby // follower req)

Basketball!abby X nerdy reader

Read pt.1 here

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Summary: Abby gets eager to get another study seshion in within days of seeing her last

Warnings: smut, MDNI, sub!abby, top!reader, abby is a whiny sub, orgasming from being untouched, lots of tongue???, my digital footprint is assfucked, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader

A/N: sorry I left yall on a cliffhanger but pt.3(finale) will undoubtedly be my favorite, I’ve had it planned from the beginning so hehe. I’m so glad you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. Love you like always, enjoy muah!

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She couldn’t even fucking look at you. Not a single glance. It’s as if her every pathetic whimper and plea would broadcast to the general public if she so much as looked your way.

It was pathetic, and a little comical to say the least. The power you held over her was obvious, and she knew it. It made her sick, the way she gave up so easily, broke down every wall, gave into you. But for fuck’s sake was it riveting, she couldn’t stop thinking of the intensity…how powerful yet slow you made it. How you worked your way into completing dissecting her.

She had never let any sexual manner have the chance of passion, intimacy. Sex was a goal to her. The intricacies getting to that destination were trivial to her. You fucked it all up, she started dwelling on it, growing obsessed of every detail you slowed masterfully.

She needed more.

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After a week of unmet glances and radio static you came to the conclusion that you completely wrecked the ox of a woman. All it took was a few words and your tongue to rip her out of her upheld perception of herself.

You tried fucking with her the second time you had class with her. Once, sure, maybe she was busy or concentrated for once, but twice? She was purposefully hiding, like a scared bunny from a predator.

You bumped into her walking out of class. If you could even call it a bump- more like you threw your body at her knowing that she couldn’t ignore it. At the touch of you she almost seized up, staring down at the floor in front of her, continuing her path. You threw her a teasing, “oh…sorry!” To which she returned with awkward mumbling, something along the lines of, “ah- uh-,” and continued almost in a run away from you.

You laughed it off. A few words and your tongue…fucking comical.

If avoiding her reality is the way that worked for her, so be it. There was no need to try to process her internal emotions- she couldn’t even do it. So, you let it die, you knew the type of person she was. You knew her dirty little secret.

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Another mind numbing night of studying till your eyes popped out of their sockets was in store for you. Staring at white pages filled with words and highlighting’s, fuck they could be in another language for all you knew at this hour.

It was getting late and you were about ready to throw the towel in, making it tomorrow mornings issue. You hear a buzz from your phone, rubbing your eyes you wonder who has the audacity to try speaking with you at this hour. “Abby Anderson,” illuminates on your face. At first you think you may be dreaming, your eyes weren’t working well at this point anymore.

A.A: Can we meet up this week, need help w the test

Now you need me?

A.A: huh

Nothing. Test isn’t for another 3 weeks… why do you want to start now?

A.A: need to get ahead

Mmm okay. Tomorrow at the library?

A.A: too loud

Okay coffee shop

A.A: I don’t like coffee

I didn’t ask

A.A: I’ll be over at your place tomorrow- 8

Little late for studying

A.A: do you ever shut up

If you promise you’ll be nice

A.A: I didn’t say that

I’m sure you’ll be a good girl

A.A: let me come over

See you at 8 tomorrow.

Only Abby Anderson would attempt to booty call you through a ruse of studying. She usually came knocking down your door the night before the test begging you for your help. Three weeks before was, well… pathetic.

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When she showed up at your dorm door, 8pm on the nose, she was more nervous than you had ever seen her. She blessed you with one weary glance as you whipped the door open, but continued her gaze down afterwards.

When she sat on the bed, for the first time she sat completely straight up, uncomfortably straight, folding her legs across and twiddling her fingers between her legs. A nervous habit you’d picked up from her on your last endeavor.

She never usually paid attention to your lecturing but fuck was it like she wasn’t even in the room this time. Throwing out quick “yeah’s” and “yup’s” on a routine after you’d say a thought.

You knew exactly what she came here for…but god was it fun to watch her squirm. You could’ve thrown her…okay maybe not thrown…but at least pushed her down on your bed so she didn’t have to do any work, give her the easy way out. But that would not have been amusing.

You’re in the middle of explaining a chemistry equation and- “can you just- do it,” she blurts out, stopping you completely in your tracks. You watch her intently, waiting for an elaboration you won’t get. Her eyes trained on her lap, waiting for you to pick up her scattered pieces and place them together.

“Do what abby?” You say faking curiosity. “You know,” she says in return. “I don’t think I do,” you taunt her. “Please-“ she says meekly. You begin to crawl silently towards her, moving her hands up from her lap so you can straddle her and move her hands back to tops of your thighs.

The sudden sensation causes her breath to hitch, her eyes watching her unwarranted hand placement on your thighs. You lightly grip her jawline so that she meets your eyes, just watching as her mouth opens in a pant.

“You make me nervous,” she says, if she could, she’d break your eye contact, but you wouldn’t let that happen.

“New game.”

She looks back at you puzzled, almost frightened. You grip your hand around her chin tighter, “you’re going to lay down, just like the last time, and I’m going lick every inch of you, and you’re going to tell me right where it’s sensitive, you understand?”

You watch as she gulps down a nervous breath, shaking her head rapidly, eyes dazed. “Good girl, now go lay down.” Her hands move to your hips, grasping down on the flesh desperately, “I can’t handle when you call me that-“

“No touching- or I stop.” She pulls her hands down quickly, moving her way to the back of your bed. “Y- okay. I-I promise.”

She looked like I child waiting to open presents on Christmas, eyes bright and wide, waiting for your command. This time you didn’t have to ask, she immediately ripped her shirt and sweats off, leaving her only in her sports bra and boxers adorned with a patch of slick forming in the center. You climb closer to her, kneeling between her thighs.

Just to toy with her further you slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse, her mouth starting to gape. Once it had been completely removed you started working on your shorts, slowly shimmying them down your thighs with your eyes trained onto her. She bit onto her lip watching as you were left only in your own bra and panties.

You climb back onto her, bare skin on bare skin. You wanted to tear into her, but taking your time to cut deep would be so much more rewarding. “You understand the rules?” You as watching her teeth cut into her lip, “mhm,” she replies through her closed mouth.

You lean into her, catching her shoulder with your tongue as she jolts into you. You feel her arms come up beside you but fall quickly. You trace it up to her collarbone, letting your teeth graze the thin skin there, following to where they met in the middle. You trail it up the middle of her throat, feeling the vibration of her breath.

“C-close,” she breaths out. You redirect to the side of her neck, right on the pulse. You already knew it was sensitive there but…it was fun.

“Fuck there,” she breathes out. You take your time licking down the throb, nipping at it, teasing the threat, eliciting as many little whimpers you can get out of her. Once you’ve had your fun you move up, catching the lobe of her ear with your teeth, “holy fuck- yeah there,” she groans out.

You bring your mouth into her ear, whispering gently into it as your hand snakes against the opposite side of her neck, “what? No ones ever touched you here?”

She groans back at you, “n-no. Never.” You return back to the shell of her ear, nipping at the surrounding flesh.

You begin your decent, your clothed cunt reaching hers, “take this off for me pretty,” you say outlining her bra with your fingertips. She feverishly nods tossing it off of her. You lean into her chest, taking no time to meet your tongue to her rose pink bud. Her body jolts up at the sensation, her chest growing a deep shade of pink.

“There. Right there!” You begin circling it, saturating it with your spit, “I know baby,” you say glancing back into her eyes, lidded trying to keep them open so she can watch you, but it was getting so so hard.

Your teeth latch onto it, encasing the bud gently. Flushed red as the blood raced to them, teeth purpling dots into the soft flesh. The whimpers falling off her pathetic throat.

“You k-know you c-ant talk to me like that,” you watch as her hands grip into the sheets, knuckles whitening. “You can come baby, I won’t be mad.” Your fingers come up to twist her untouched nipple as you lap your tongue at the swollen one in your mouth.

The pool of your own arousal soaking into hers, even covered you can feel the pulsing of her, repeated by your own.

“I- I can’t.” She pants out as her hips buck up into your clothed core. “Yes you can, you’re being such a good girl, show me how good you feel.”

“Please- no n-not like this.” Her head drops into your pillow…she’s so fucking close. The red on her chest now trailing up her neck.

“Come for me pretty girl, just like that, rub that pretty pussy into me.” She begins shaking, trying to stop herself, but it was too late.

“Fffffffuckkkkkkkk,” she begins reeling, whimpering through her reluctant orgasm. Her hips grind into yours as her chest splattered with beads of sweat rapidly rises and falls. “Good girl, keep going.” She rides it out as long as she can, chasing her own pathetic untouched high.

Once she settles she glances up at you dazed, as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened. You stare back smugly, sure of your power.

“That was- embarrassing.” She ashamedly shakes her head, letting the tight grip of the sheets go. “Quite hot on the contrary,” you dismiss. “God if anyone ever-“ she begins to protest.

“Let me show you how it makes me feel,” you cut her off, dismantling yourself from her so that your legs frame around hers, wide open.

Your own pool of slick dripping out the sides of your thin panties. She gawks at the site, unable to remove her gaze from the sense of familiarity. The feeling of intensity so tight you cant stop yourself from the natural reaction.

“Can I-“ she begins to reach out to you but you cut her short, “no.” You dismiss her with no room for discussion.

This wasn’t about your secret. It was about hers.

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runningfrom2am · 7 months

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Okay! Ik ur not talking request rn but I’ve had this thought for a lil bit but rafe w hs Teacher!reader, who he likes to visit during her lunch time aka study hall time, and the students adore him and like since it’s hs the girls like find his so attractive( bc mf is) 🤭

okay this request is SO self-indulgent for me bc i'm like a year out from becoming a hs teacher myself like AH that's the dream so i love you so so much for this whoever you are i could give you the biggest hug rn thank you so so much for this idea!!

study hall - r.c.

pairing: husband!rafe x teacher!reader

wc: 1.6k

tags/warnings: fluff and almost nothing else. rafe is a perfect boyfriend bc,, duh? also not very canon of him honestly.

requests currently closed but feel free to send stuff in! it just might take me a while to get around to it :)

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"Okay that's the lecture, we've got about a minute before the bell here... does anyone have any questions?" You finish up your slides, checking the time briefly as you close up the powerpoint from your laptop and turn off the projector.

A couple of hands shoot up and you gaze over the class waiting briefly for anymore. "Okay, we'll do Max, and then Lacy. Fire off." You point to the two of them in order.

"Can we get an extension on the essay?" Max asks quickly and you laugh. "It's not due for another week! How can you be behind already?" Judging by the reaction of the rest of the class chattering off their agreement, you nod. "Okay, okay. Fine. Yes, you can hand it in on the Monday instead of Friday, but that is giving you two extra days so I won't be giving any more extensions. Got it?"

Collectively the class sighs in relief, a chorus of thank you's and chatter following. "Okay, Lacy, you had a question?" You interrupt everyone to ask, thinking maybe someone else might have the same question and want to hear the answer.

"Is Mr. Cameron coming to study hall today?" She asks, round cheeks flushed as the other girls in the class whip their heads towards you to listen.

"Okay." You laugh, sitting down in your chair content that you won't need to pull up any slides to revisit anything. "Thank you for reminding me, I do have study hall today so if anybody does have any serious questions about the lecture or the essay please hang around after the bell." You say, avoiding most of the question.

You hear the voice of almost every girl in the class speak up at once, all resulting in more or less the same question about whether or not your boyfriend would be coming again to eat with you like he usually does on Fridays.

He was very popular among the girls you taught, which doesn't surprise you. You'd be lying if you said your boyfriend wasn't ridiculously handsome, but it was sometimes a point of contention with the other faculty you worked with. They thought it was extremely unprofessional that he would come in just for the girls to ogle at- but strangely it wasn't a problem when they had their partners come in for lunch at the same time. You knew it wasn't your fault and you weren't doing anything wrong, but just a result of upset from them designating study hall for students and many girls would spend time in your class instead during the lunch hour.

Just then the bell rang, and many students began packing up to leave either to go to other classes for study or to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.

"Alright! Don't forget the readings for next class, please, I may or may not be quizzing you on it just to make sure! Have a good day everyone!" You call out over the loud sounds of students filling the halls and talking.

You sigh with a smile and grab your water bottle, taking a sip to ease your dry throat after an hour of non-stop talking. You look up, humming in acknowledgement at the three girls leaning over your desk. "Question?" You ask, already knowing what they're after.

"Is Mr. Cameron coming?" Lacy's friend, Chloe asks and you smile, shrugging.

"Maybe, you'll have to stay for my study hall to find out."

"Come on just tell us!" Lacy groans, but before you can respond you're interrupted by a knock on your door frame.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I brought your lunch." You smile at your boyfriend standing at the door, lunch bag and coffee in hand.

"Hi." You chuckle, looking at the girls knowingly who already look like they're melting. You get up and greet him at the door, grabbing another chair to pull over to your desk for him to join you.

“Hi Mr. Cameron.” Lacy smiles, sitting down in the desk closest to yours and batting her lashes at him.

“Hi there.” Rafe says politely with an awkward smile, digging through the lunch bag he brought for you and handing you snacks out of it.

“Girls, go get your lunches, please.” You tell them, and they all somehow simultaneously roll their eyes.

“You just want us to leave so you can be alone with your boyfriend.” Chloe teases you and you laugh, shaking your head.

“No, I want you to go get your lunches so you can give your bodies the nutrients they need to learn. I’m not going to be held responsible for you girls missing meals.” You reply sincerely before taking a sip of your coffee. “And I promise, Mr. Cameron will still be here when you get back. Now, go.”

You gesture to the door and the girls sigh, getting up and filing out the door.

“You’re the only reason I ever have anyone in my study hall.” You giggle quietly once they’re gone. “There are no girls in study hall on Monday or Wednesday.”

“No way, Ms. Y/L/N is their favourite teacher, obviously.”

“Or my class is the hardest and my very hot boyfriend comes to eat with me during Friday study hall.”

“Your class is easy!” Rafe laughs, reaching up to brush away some hair that stuck to your cheek as you’re eating.

“You’ve never taken it, how would you know?”

“Well, if you were my teacher when I was in school… I’d be in here every day. “The boys don’t come on Fridays because they’re jealous of me…” He says smugly, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You blush as you playfully push him away, glancing towards the open door to make sure no students saw. “Yeah, you’d be in here because you’d need help with Shakespeare, and they do too.”

Rafe gasped in mock offense, then shakes his head. “That’s messed up. I’m offended.”

You shrug. “It’s tough stuff if you’ve never read it before.”

“We’re back!” You both look up at the door as Lacy and her friends make their way back in, lunches in hand this time. “Did you miss us?”

“Welcome back, ladies. Did you bring some homework with you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at them.

“Duh, Ms. Y/L/N. Who do you think we are?”

“I just wanted to make sure. Study hall is for studying, not chatting.”

They all get comfy in their seats around the desk across from yours, phones immediately out with no work to be seen.

“Hey, Mr. Cameron?” Chloe asks, leaning on her upturned palm as she grabs his attention and he hums in acknowledgement. “What’s your first name?”

“Rafe.” He answers, not thinking for a second that maybe it’s not allowed.

“That’s a great name. Like, really cool.” Lacy sighs, smiling at him.

“Why, thank you.” Rafe grins, nudging your shoulder. He eats this attention up every time, and it’s fun to joke about when you’re at home- but sometimes you think it’s bad for his ego.

“Can we call you Rafe?”

“If you want.” He shrugs.

“No, nope. He’s Mr. Cameron to you, sorry to disappoint.” You chuckle.

“But he said we can call him that!” Chloe whines, looking at you pleadingly.

“Sure, but the school board says otherwise. As long as we’re on school grounds you don’t even know his name, got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” They agree, giggling to themselves. “It’ll be our secret. Scouts honour.”

“None of you are scouts!” You laugh.

The girls just look at each other and shrug.

By now other students have filtered in, and luckily with tests coming up in all your blocks, a lot of studying is actually happening and less harassing of your boyfriend.

“Hey,” Rafe whispers, leaning closer to you which draws the attention of the girls in the front row who are straining to listen. “Can we take the yacht out this weekend? Maybe go for dinner or something on the mainland?” He whispers, smiling at you hopefully.

“Yeah, that would be nice. We could make a weekend out of it, I don’t have much grading to do.” You agree quietly and he seems excited, smiling and patting your leg before returning to his book that he had just picked up off your desk to skim through while you ate.

Come Monday morning, you’re getting ready for the bell to ring to signal the start of the first block. Once your whiteboard is ready with the notes for the day, you smile to yourself in anticipation as you sip your coffee. The bell rings, and students are quick to make their way in and to their desks.

“Oh. My. God.” Lacy stops in her tracks at the door, holding her arms out in front of her friends on either side of her as she stares at the whiteboard, and then looks over to you. “You’re joking!” She almost screams, clapping excitedly and running up to your desk to examine your hand while all the other students look up to the board in confusion, hoping for some answers as to what Lacy and Chloe are squealing about.

On your board, you had changed your name in the corner to a short statement:

‘You can call me Mrs. Cameron’

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white-sinner · 11 months

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yandere nerd classmate

x male reader

WARNING: willing reader, sadic reader,yandere getting caught, dom reader, sex, dirty thoughts, dirty dreams

A/N;so my younger brother gave me this idea we were basically talking and all of a sudden he blurts out “you know sometimes you scare me with these macabre things you say” several times he described me as sadistic so thanks little brother for the idea?

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a very shy boy meets a goth boy who will save him from bullies in his freshman year of high school only to find out that they are in class together the innocent nerd's obsession turns into something perverse but he is sure that he will take the decisions?

yandere nerd classmate:who has a crush on you since you two started high school now you're in your senior year and he's so sad he knows he needs to make you his but every time he tries to talk to you or get close his cheeks are all red and smears himself with his own words….poor stupid puppy

yandere nerd classmate: who gets distracted in class by his dirty little thoughts of you fucking him without caring about his enjoyment while you fill him full of your cum and he under you crying and sobbing

Yandere Nerd ClassMate: who is very good at digitally drawing literally a whole folder dedicated to porn drawings about you

yandere nerd classmate: who got a boner when you protected him from a bully your tone of voice so dark the threats towards the bullies and him on the ground behind you luckily he was on his lunch break so he had time to go to the bathroom to basturbarsi as he wanted at that moment to make a video of him masturbating and moaning in a public place thinking of you and then send it to you

“you are really pathetic to bully a person because your stupid dickheads can't even do two math exercises... *smile* let me just say it once and make it clear if you don't leave him alone i'll read you first on a chair cuts your friend's neck and I'll watch his blood flow as he screams in pain, then I'll remove his internal organs, slit his belly and make you choke on them, that would be a fun scene to watch, right? well maybe not for you but for me definitely yes”

yandere nerd classmate: that i start following you to your house stalking your social media well let's just say he wasn't really good at this stuff he was really pitiful but you didn't seem to mind of course he could have been a slut normally and told you he liked you but you decided to let him do it unfounded and let your prey live in his fantasy before killing him

yandere nerd classmate: that one day he decided to put his plan into action by following you in the school parking lot (you could literally hear him shaking and stumbling in his footsteps) and then attack you with a syringe full of sleeping pills but you caught him and crushed him at the wall

“w-what”

“what were you trying to do with this syringe, puppy”

“n-not-“

“don't lie I know exactly what you've been doing since the start of the new semester Logan*

*Logan looks down embarrassed*

“get into my car ”

“M/N wh-“

“I don't think i asked a question it was an order, enter in the car NOW”

after leading him to your house you let him in and kissed him by dominating him with your tongue making him almost suffocate

"well look at the drool that drips from his mouth"

*you slap him on the ass*

"you look like a puppy in heat"

"M/N please"

"mmmh? please what Logan do you need to use your words “

“come on you know don't make me say it's awkward”

Logan was mystified nothing had gone to plan but he really liked this twist so he decided to turn things around by looking away from you and trying to take control to which you replied slapping his ass again

“HICK”

“who told you you were the one in control”

at that moment Logan couldn't take it anymore he really wanted you to fuck him

“please… . you can fuck me…”

“ well finally you seem to obey “

having said that you dragged him with force creating a mark on his wrist to which he did nothing his crush was about to fuck him and branding him his what more could he want?

"Let's take these clothes off"

it was now past what seemed like hours to Logan you were overstimulating him and you weren't into him yet!

“M/N please put it in me!”

“aww but you're a little virgin if I put it inside it could hurt you”

“I don't care! I do not care!"

"ok little bitch calm down"

so you stuck all your cock inside him he started crying and you fucked him so fast that by now his mind was mush "well if you like him so much you could become my malewife by now the studies are finished"

"yes!yesyyes! i want eswhe your housewife M/N perfaw *moan*”

“you're such a slut”

and with these words he came and you looking at his face I did the same your hot sperm that mixed with that of before and before in short now Logan and Logan really realized all his dreams

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hyufucks · 1 year

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HOW MANY SECRETS CAN U KEEP?

pairing ➳ choi yeonjun + fem!reader

c. warning(s) — university!au, public sex, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, age gap.

w. count — 6,024

✦ minors do not interact.

there are a couple of secrets that, of course, only you know.

first secret: at the age of fourteen, you smoked weed for the first time on the wall that was left in the schoolyard together with other guys. yes, you were too young to try that, but everyone in your class and in your school itself had already tried weed.

second secret: you ran away when you were sixteen to go to a party that was far from your house. Honestly, you didn't have a great time.

third secret: you stole and modified an exam because you had forgotten to do an exercise.

and finally, the fourth secret: you are in a kind of sexual relationship with the captain of the university basketball team, choi yeonjun.

why do you have a secret relationship with him? you see, a few months ago you and him had agreed to keep whatever you have a secret for both of your sakes, since girls would be shocked and lash out if they found out that the most handsome guy in university is having a relationship with someone, and your teachers would really care about your grades and reputation, possibly blaming your relationship if you do poorly on a test.

most of the sexual encounters take place on the campus, the toilets, the small garden in the back, the parking, etc.

of course the current situation in the teacher's room is not far behind.

your legs are wrapped around yeonjun's waist as he hits you deep in all the right places, squeezing and digging his nails into the skin of your shaped thighs.

his head is thrown back, sighing and breathing loudly just for you. his dark hair is messy and slightly wet, leaving a few strands of hair clinging to the skin on his forehead.

you try to keep quiet so as not to be catch, but he is fucking you so good that it is impossible to keep your mouth shut against the stimuli that you love to receive only from him.

you grip his jacket tightly with one hand and with the other you scratch his neck, leaving visible scratch marks that will soon turn dark red.

“y-yeonjun…” his hand quickly covers your mouth, squeezing it tightly to keep you quiet.

"shhh, don't be so loud" he begins to speak in a low tone, looking into your eyes "you don't want us to be catch out and everyone finds out what a slut the model student is, do you?" he asks amused. you nod quickly as you begin to feel tears welling up in your eyes, wetting the older's hand.

the truth is that yeonjun is a year older than you. you were in first year when you first saw him, and now you are in your second year while he's in his third year.

he was a dream, or rather, he is a dream for you and every other student at the university. you really never thought that you would have the opportunity to have secret sex with the perfect choi yeonjun, much less that he would only notice you among so many pretty girls.

"you look so beautiful today…did you really wear this pretty skirt for me, mmh?" "did you want me to see you walk down the aisles looking so cute to fuck you so hard at this table?" his lips come up to your ear, lightly biting your cheekbone "or did you want me to kneel down to eat your pretty and sweet pussy?"

"i bet you want to cum in my mouth and squeeze my hair like you always do" he licks your neck slowly, smiling as a soft moan stifles his hand "i'm really dying to eat you, but you're going to be as loud as you are right now. .."

his words have an huge effect on you, causing your velvety walls to tighten in length. a satisfied growl slips from his lips before biting and sucking on your neck, leaving marks.

your saliva begins to fill his palm, making your mouth water and your eyes roll at the brief memory of yeonjun desperately eating you in the toilets. but the reality is that no matter how good he is with his tongue, his cock is a thousand times better and you prefer it much more than anything else.

without you realizing it, your interior begins to heat up and form a whirlpool of almost satisfaction. your juices slowly begin to leak from your battered hole, making you moan at the feel of the cold threads slipping through your folds.

your thighs press much closer to yeonjun's waist, desperately moving to pleasure yourself and reach the orgasm you long for.

he can knows that, so he quickly deepens his thrusts before thrusting hard into you, causing the table beneath you to jerk.

"what a desperate whore. who would have imagined that the role model of this institution would be a little slut hungry for cock" his words come out broken as he still feels that you suck him at the way he fucks you crudely "even i'm surprised that you squeeze me incredibly good" he holds your inner thigh with his free hand, feeling it get drenched by your juices "i'm going to fuck you so many times until you pass out"

and that is literally enough for you to cum hard on his cock, lifting your chest, making your hard covered nipples crash against his chest.

you see stars collide in your brain, dizzy from possibly one of the best orgasms the dark-haired man has ever given you.

you hug him from his neck to pull him towards you once he releases your mouth, placing your lips on his ear.

"please, cum inside of me" you beg tenderly knowing that he loves that you beg him that way "fill me with your cum and fuck me so much that i can't resist it anymore".

his hands go to your lower back to hold you as he continues to fuck you to his own release, biting your shoulder to hold back the moans.

after a few more thrusts, yeonjun finally cums inside you hard, still squeezing your back, filling you with his thick liquid.

your eyes begin to close as he gently holds you against the cold table, placing kisses on your jaw and neck as he grabs you around the waist again, resting one of your legs on his shoulder.

you look at him more awake than ever and with curious eyes. he smiles at you without showing his teeth and he thrusts his cock into you for the second time that day, making you grab the edges of the table.

"what's wrong, mmh? did you forget that i'm going to keep fucking you as many times as i want?"

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tainted-liquor · 8 months

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'Make it Awkward...⋆｡°✩

E1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: Awkward teen love like rlly rlly awkward W/C: 1.8k A/N: SZA Inspired fic ❤︎!! another cute lil req from my 100 special!

You and Miles had developed a sturdy friendship in middle school, with you always being hyped up as the "art kid" in each of your classes. Initially, he was a little bit bitter because he didn't really understand what the hype was all about. He could draw, and he could do it just as good as you. Which, granted was indeed true, but your work felt like something out of a Van Gogh discography. Each and every one of your paintings and drawings almost looked like there was a filter over them, like something out of a flurry dream that evoked nostalgia and warmth in whoever seemed to view them. To say he was inspired by you was an understatement, he wanted to drown himself in everything that was your talent.

But as time passed and spiders bit, you two grew apart from each other on account of him semi-blowing you off for Gwen. You stopped hanging out slowly, he began to drop art and pick up a sudden interest in physics and inter-dimensional travel, and even got...meaner? The kind and innocent kid that once was Miles suddenly became jumpy and antsy. You thought that you two had something worth way more than any other friendship you had, but one day shit just shifted into complete, and total, awkward silence. But as time heals all wounds, you slowly began talking again at the top of this month, right before your summer came to its close.

Miles quietly hummed along to the steady bump of the music in his headphones, nodding to the rhythm as he began illustrating a head in his sketchbook. As 'Les' By Childish Gambino slowly fizzed out and the electronic chords of 'Awkward' By SZA became known, his sketch started to warp a little. He didn't necessarily remember how or when, but he noticed his sketch become a lot less androgynous and more familiar, with twinkling brown eyes and thick curly hair becoming more detailed with each pencil stroke. It took him a while to realize, but eventually, he had drawn...you. Down to the finest details as well, your smile lines and your perfectly sculpted Nubian nose.

What he hadn't anticipated was filling up the next 2 pages of his sketchbook with both your face and the signature crochet fingerless gloves you wore during the winter. What initially was just a warmup while waiting for you to arrive at his house turned into a full-blown drawing session with you as the muse. You weren't even there and he still had drawn you 100% accurately from memory. He sighed as his playlist continued to play out a steady stream of nothing but SZA, leaning back in his chair as he stared up at the ceiling before he heard a knock on his room door. "Ah-Come in!" he yelped as he quickly put away his sketchbook, swapping out the pencils and paint markers for paintbrushes and canvases.

You gently pushed open the door, showing Miles your painted tote bag full of art supplies, such as watercolors, charcoal, oil paints, three palettes, and various paintbrushes. "Hey, Miles! Sorry, it took me a lil bit...that fuckin' line in the art store was INSANE" you chirped as you slowly entered Miles's room and set down your bag. You placed your shoes in the corner of his room before walking over to sit on his bed. He pulled off his headphones, gently placing them on their stand before spinning around in his indigo desk chair. "That's fine! Don't even worry about it I know how full them stores get" he shrugs as he grabs his Bluetooth speaker from off his shelf, motioning for you to follow him as he stacks the canvases and art supplies in his hands.

"C'mon, there's not enough space in my room for two people to paint," he explains as he climbs the stairs up to his apartment roof. You followed closely behind him, setting up the art supplies as he fidgeted with his speaker. You lean back against the wall as you sit on the concrete roof, taking in the pretty sky as you sketch out some buildings and a landscape on your canvas. "So how's summer for you, huh? What's her name...Gwen was it? How'd things go over with her?" You ask as you begin to add minor details to your sketch. Truth be told it ate you up every single time he would mention her in your past conversations, with you having a small...thing for him that grew over time.

"Oh! Uh, Gwen...yeah. Things went south, we don't really talk anymore..." He shrugs as he rips the plastic off of a rather large canvas. You nodded slowly, indicating that you were hanging on to his every word as you cracked open a fresh bottle of paint thinner, pouring it into a small glass cup before coating your brush in the clear mineral spirit. You slather a couple of shades of deep blue, rusty orange, bright magenta, and off-white on your paint palette as you work to form that beautiful 'sunset gradient' on your canvas. He connects his phone to the small black speaker, his playlist resuming quietly in the background. "But how's your summer been?" he asks as he mirrors the process of sitting beside you and leaning against the wall.

"My summer's been fine actually. Nothing too eventful, no trips or nothing, just taking a couple...ahem...adventures!" You explain as you recall how you nearly got in trouble with the police for trespassing in various abandoned locations for funsies. Miles gives you a playful side-eye, looking you up and down. "You sound a lil sketchy...what did YOU do this summer?" he chuckled as he began sketching out some scenery and what looked like the early stages of a body on his canvas. "Shhhh, your dad's a cop" you giggled as you picked up a smaller brush, filling in the buildings and scenery in your painting. You both chuckled at the slight confession, looking ahead of you so you could get an accurate view of what you were currently painting.

You took a small glance at what Miles was currently sketching, getting a good look at the faceless humanoid figure sitting cross-legged, with an unidentified object that vaguely resembled a pencil in her hand as she drew on her...face? Eyeliner maybe? You hummed along to 'Supermodel' By SZA. You held up your canvas closer to Miles's canvas, analyzing the difference in art styles. Yours was much more realistic, and heavily influenced by the world around you with your unique play on your color palette. whereas Miles was more stylized and thought out, the colors remaining true to their actual hue.

"What do you think this needs more of?" you ask as you tilt your canvas towards Miles. He thought for a moment, tilting his head slightly so he could thoroughly analyze the painting. "More shine to the light sources maybe? Like a soft glow!" he beamed as he pointed towards the canvas with the opposite end of his paintbrush. You nod with your signature full smile, smile leans indicating your raw and unfiltered joy. Miles's eyes lingered on you for a couple of seconds before he madly swiped away at his canvas, seemingly blocking out more details with darker shades of watercolor.

You spent the next four hours, yes, four hours giggling like children as Miles sang along terribly to some of the songs on his playlist, starting a mini karaoke session on his roof with the both of you. It began to get cold and dark, so you decided you would pick up the canvases again after going inside to get something to eat. He grabbed his speaker and supplies, leaving his large canvas on the roof of his building before disappearing through the door to his apartment complex. You stuffed most of what you wanted to bring back down into your bag, before deciding to look over at Miles's painting. It looked exactly like you, but you were younger.

You remembered that damn scrunchie you had locked on your wrist, your favorite dark red satin scrunchie that went perfectly with your uniform. You shifted slightly to get a better angle of the canvas, watching as 8th grade you sprung to life in the form of doing your eyeliner on the bathroom sink. Miles had been there with you, watching as you painfully kneeled on the edge of the sink and leaned hazardously close to the mirror. You smiled softly to yourself as you noticed each beauty mark you had perfectly positioned on your face, from each scar to every minor indent in your smile. You chuckled quietly before swinging open the door and bolting down the stairs, straight to Miles's room.

And there he was, viciously fucking up a cup of noodles like someone would take it from him at any moment. "Damn, is it good? it ain't goin' nowhere now..." you joked with wide eyes as he gestured to an identical cup cooling off by his mini desk fan. You ate alongside him in silence, not really knowing what to say to each other. "I see you're still painting like in middle school...?" he states, referring to your distinct blurred style of painting. "Huh...Oh! Yeah, haha. I miss middle school kinda." You shrug as you sit the cup down on the side of his desk.

"Really? I always thought you thought I was a lil annoying back in middle school. I think you were my quietest friend ever" he joked as he finished his cup, dunking it in his trash can. "Huh? I literally thought you were the cutest thing ever! If I thought you were annoying I would've told you!" you stated with a small chuckle. Miles seemed to think for a moment, pausing as he processed the first half of your sentence. "Wait, you thought I was cute this whole time?" He asked with wide eyes. "Yeah! I was quiet cuz I didn't wanna fuck anything up! I think I had the fattest crush on you!" you laughed as you realized he thought that YOU thought he was annoying this whole time.

He gawked for a minute, his jaw slacked and eyes even wider than before. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" he semi-shouted as he began pacing around his room. You could only laugh, saying "We were like 10 and I didn't know if you would've liked me back." He looked at you as if you had 2 heads, going on some long rant about how he always thought you just weren't interested or thought he was annoying. You silently got up from his bed, walking over to him and stopping him entirely.

Miles looked at you with a rather confused and amused expression, probably still processing the fact that you openly admitted to liking him in middle school. But nothing in the world could have prepared him for the delicate kiss that you placed on his lips. He eagerly closed the space between the two of you, wrapping one arm around your waist almost by instinct. You pulled away from him after what felt like years, muttering a small "Who taught you that?"

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Big Bad Wolf…

Dark!Natasha Romanoff x InnocentFem!R

Prompt: “Send me a photo, and I’ll write a fic about it 🤪” (sent by @mostlymarvelsstuff )

Warnings: Infatuation—Stalking, Alcohol/Drugging, Kidnapping.

Smut: Non-Con, R is a virgin, Mommy (N), Detka/Kotenok (R), Knife Play, Oral/Fingering (R), Strap—Cock warming, Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI !!

Natasha's been watching you for awhile now. Prettiest little thing she'd ever seen really, the innocence you radiated was such a draw in. Every time she heard you giggling she just knew you'd be her perfect little baby, you were naturally sweet, and in turn easily corruptible.

Which is why she was irate whenever she saw you enter the bar she owned in your skimpy little outfits. Trading in your long, floral dresses for these overtly revealing outfits. That crowd you found yourself with was a group of rotten apples. Ruining you before she ever had her chance to, and she wasn't having it; nope.

You didn't know it yet, but you needed her.

——

The moment Natasha watched you collecting your belongings she knew it was time to set her plan in motion. You'd been sipping on the long island iced tea that she mixed especially for you for an hour now, and it was infuriating how slow you were at polishing off the drink.

Natasha thanked the heavens that you were still her good girl deep down, because while your friends selfishly stuck around you took off so you could sleep properly for your classes.

"I'm heading out Bucky, close up the bar for me tonight," she tossed the burly man the keys, never once sparing the man a glance as she was too focused on following you out the doors.

The bar wasn't more than a block away from your dormitory, so just like always you began to make the trek home with your keys between your fingers, with pepper spray on the chain. That didn't matter much though when you began to stagger so much to the right you were practically walking towards potential traffic.

"Woah there honey, are you okay?" A familiar looking redhead caught you just as you were about to fall into the street, "'m okay," you did your best to smile at her, but in your state you couldn't tell that only half of your face moved, it'd honestly looked like you were having a stroke, but to placate you—her clueless, and far too trusting sweet girl, she softly smiled back.

"It looks like you had too much to drink kotenok," she gently swept the mess of hair from your face, then gently guided your head into her chest while her other arm slid under your legs so she could hold you bridal style.

Natasha's heart beat wildly at the thought of one day marrying you, it was a reality she was only moments away from reaching now that she finally broke you away from your miserable life so she could offer you the whole world.

—

The following morning came with eery silence, but it was soon filled by the clanging of metal as you pointlessly pulled on your restraints, your muscles aching caused you to cry out. You're unsure how long you'd been made to stand here in you unconscious state, but it was likely long with how easily the pain brought you to tears. Light sobs left you, pulling the pleased attention of your kidnapper to you.

"Now, now darling—don't hurt my feelings," Natasha called out from the shadowed corner she'd been patiently sat in. It'd taken you an entire eight hours to find your way out of the drug induced darkness you were plunged into.

"W-who are you?"

"Natasha," she answered sparingly, it wasn't much, but it was all she was willing to offer.

"W-why did you lock me up?" you sounded so small, entirely helpless, and that filled Natasha with an almost carnal need to brutally destroy you, "I thought you were there to save me..."

Natasha was honestly impressed, you were the only one of her captives to ever remember the twisted moment of fate. Where she ensnared you into her intricate web of diluted dreams, and brought you to her soundproof basement.

"Please, I—," you nervously went to ask more in wake of her silence, but she was now stood before you with her slender finger pressed to your trembling lips, "No more questions."

Once she could see the fight simmering in your eyes she lowered her finger, then much to your further discomfort she nuzzled her nose into yours, "I did save you baby, the world is a scary place, you're just too precious to be made to face it alone," she sloppily pushed her lips into yours for a kiss you didn't want to reciprocate.

It was only when she ran the tip of her blade down your body that she was able to control the moment, digging into the material of your top until you felt it digging into your skin. Natasha took advantage of your gasping, her tongue slid over yours with an eagerness to rival that of a toddler set free in a candy store.

Unfortunately for you, it seemed that the way that her blade continued to tear your clothing apart, while her tongue unashamedly explored your mouth turned you on in a desperate way. Never in your life had you been touched by another, you'd been saving yourself for that special someone, but it seems out of reach now.

And oddly enough, you were fine with that.

Not only did some minuet part of you being driven by intense bouts of lust want her to continue marking and harshly groping you the way she was, but your body actually needed it. Natasha smirked against your cheek, you were panting affectedly, and your hips were moving in the same manner as they bucked into hers.

"Oh my, see what I mean baby?" she stared at you in awe, pupils blown wide and wearing a smirk that could only translate into trouble, "I've just taken you hostage, and look, your slutty pussy is begging for me to fill it up."

To emphasize her words she lifted your skirt, and used her knife to haphazardly cut the thin material from your body. A pang of arousal shot straight through your body when you watched as the woman held your panties up to her face, the sparse light in the room proving just how wet you'd become in only seconds, and you felt yourself dripping freely as you watched Natasha lick your essence off them.

"Fuck kotenok, you're too delicious for your own good, I'm going to devour you whole."

Seeing the way she looked at you, as if you were her defenseless prey—you believed her wholly, because the truth was clear as day, you were defenseless against her in every possible sense.

"Tell me kotenok," she whispered hotly against your tense jaw as she deposited teasing nibbles to the skin, her hand also teased your folds, and "What do you want?"

"I-I," you looked down in clear shame, your hands balled up into tight fists, the skin now taut around your knuckles, and you squeezed so tightly that your joints popped, and at the sight of you doing so it filled the redhead with uncontainable glee. She'd always suspected, but more so hoped, that you'd be pure, and with how desperately your clit twitched at the simplest stroke she knew you were a virgin.

"Shh, it's okay detka," her lips lightly suctioned over your pulse point, causing you to moan in a mix of shock and pleasure, your hips wildly bucked into her hand, and she smirked against your skin, "Mommy will take good care of you."

Natasha dropped to her knees, "Oh fuck, you smell divine baby, can't wait to drink your sweet nectar straight from the source," she teasingly licked a strip up your slit, groaning in sync with you as pleasure overran you, and your taste temporarily melted her cognition.

A whimper left your lips a second later as your knees buckled at the sensation of the redhead between your thighs, and in a show of mercy she lifted your leg over her, opening you up even more for her enjoyment, and saving you from permanent damage to your shoulders.

Natasha was relentless with her ministrations, this wasn't a tender first time, but instead a mission for her to bring you to ecstasy for the first time in your life, to show you that you'll never need anyone besides her to get you here. Her expert tongue swirled around your entrance a few times before it dove into you.

"Fuck, oh my gosh, wh-what...," your hazy mind tried to make sense of just how good you were feeling, but as she harshly sucked your clit between her lips while entering you with one finger there was nothing more to understand.

Inexperienced as you were, you could tell that your pussy gripping onto her finger was a sign that she nearly had you tipping over the edge of a bliss you were desperate to reach. Sloppily as ever your hips flailed as she now thrusted three fingers into your greedy cunt, "You're such a slut Y/N, this pussy has yet to be touched but still, look at the way you're moving with me."

"Mommy, it feels so good," you practically shouted, causing her to chuckle against you, which only added to your pleasure, making you even more desperate as you bucked down.

"You were born to wrap around my fingers," she groans against your clit as your walls all of a suddenly clung to her, in a matter of mere seconds your orgasm overtook your body, and you screamed out a slurry of profanities as your back arched off the wall and your body shook.

Natasha slowly stood up, her fingers still deep inside of you as her other hand sought to free you as her lips softly pressed over the entirety of your glistening face as you came down.

With a gentle care she removed herself from within you, carrying you over to the bed she settled you down, then she finally stripped herself of her clothing. Eyes of a green flashed with a devious glint when the strap fell loose, she stroked it as if it were real as her eyes took in your slightly snoring form. With expected ease she slipped right on into you, your slick now coating her thighs as she bottomed out.

Natasha wanted nothing more than to rail you into the mattress, but she wanted you awake for such an experience, so she'll settle for a good old fashioned cock warming until later.

In your exhausted state you leaned into her comforting embrace, your sweet nature leading you to go against the very grain of rationality. All the alarm bells in your mind had been temporarily snoozed. Natasha knew it would take time to break you in fully, in the morning she anticipates you cowering away, so she held you even tighter to her chest, and watched as you slept peacefully. Not a single line of worry present on your face, as if you want to be here.

Deep down she knew you did... Girls like you need someone telling you how to live, to keep you safe, or else you will eventually wind up in the bed of some deviant. Natasha could never have lived with herself if you had met such a fate, but fortunately she saved you just in time.

"Goodnight kotenok," she placed a kiss to your hairline, then settled into the mattress with a dopey smile as she imagined the future; she was more than excited for the journey ahead.

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Intimidating

jaemin x fem!reader x mark | nct dream ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, threesome mfm, trio dynamic, friends, crack, established relationship, tickling, kissing, kinky, hair pulling, teasing, dom-sub dynamic, fingering, dumbification, oral sex, blowjob, deep throat, mouthfuck, spitroasting, double penetration, buttplug, lingerie, anal sex, condoms, overstimulation, nipple play, unprotected sex, praise kink, filmed, pet names, FLUFF!!! D; ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 7.5k

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The idea of them three, skin-to-skin, in the midst of doing it, bare bodies near each other… all of it seems intimidating.

The thought momentarily brushed Y/n’s mind, and it quickly produced cold sweats from her temples down to her feet. And all that’s left is clammy hands for her.

She didn't expect Jaemin to be serious in even entertaining the thought. Or has the slightest thought been given on this matter even?

Y/n could only sigh at her tense state.

Jaemin even said that the morning prior to today he actually already talked with Mark about the threesome set-up.

And he agreed.

Y/n doesn't want to admit that's all that consumed her head throughout the ride on the way to the airport.

She's skittish as fuck about this.

Like who wouldn't?!

Yes, it was her idea in the first place. Most of the time she blames her curiosity, and this would certainly kill the cat.

The clenching of her pussy– cat certainly troubles Y/n in putting herself in these types of situations. FYI, she didn't really have anyone in mind to do this with, most importantly, not a close friend— as she can't even begin to put two-and-two together to think of sexual things towards a friend.

At most, here and behold Na Jaemin though as he is with one of his unpredictability streaming within his veins.

Keep your head out of the gutter, Y/n. She tells herself off. It’s not a good impression to make of a friend. Let alone it being the first time meeting their friend.

What will he make out of me after this?

She can’t help but feel the intensity in her system the more the moment comes closer.

It’s not long until Jaemin and Y/n arrive at the airport to come and pick up Mark.

“It’s only until I move back to the dorms with Haechan,” Mark says, getting more napkins to wipe some droplets off himself. It came from his cold drink. They settled to fill themselves at a fast food place.

“You’re sharing the place with others too?” Jaemin asked, and the other guy nodded as they continued eating off their plate. Jaemin volunteered that Mark could go on and stay at his place until further notice.

“Once classes start, yeah, I’ll be moving in a week or two before or so,” Mark says, sipping his drink.

Y/n is just tuning in, she swallowed up bits of the iced coffee, feeling cold feet across the guy she mostly only interacted with through the internet. The closest they had been interacting was through group call sessions, so it was still dissociating to hear Mark’s voice beyond the robotic filter.

Although they had been friends before meeting… It can be said the same as how they're staring meekly at each other over fast food as they’re eating. Earlier there had been a nice meeting between them, even sharing an embrace and getting a hold of each other’s vibe on the bus ride.

“How long have you been staying in Jaemin’s place, Y/n?” Mark’s question shot Y/n back to the conversation, adding to her boyfriend’s hand on her lap as he taps to check in on her.

He smiles at Y/n softly before gesturing her towards Mark, who’s waiting for her to catch on the convo.

“Not too long, I’m only staying ‘cause I need help wrapping up some stuff for my thesis.” Y/n states, her shoulders getting less tense as she continues talking. “And it’s nearer my campus where Jaem’s residing.”

It’s not long until they’re back at their pace, finishing their food before catching up on life updates.

Jaemin would most likely give in to her request, so she should’ve seen this coming.

Certainly, we’re talking about Na Jaemin here…

She didn't know they’d do it too soon.

“N-not immediately, pabo!” she almost shrieked out of surprise, keeping her head low along her voice as Y/n smacked Jaemin by the shoulder.

He had to laugh at her coy behavior. Her boyfriend pats her on the shoulder to at least lessen her agitation.

Y/n could only grab hold of the pitcher of water, pouring herself a glass and then chugging it.

Y/n is doing any means to postpone it, but mostly behind or interpreted as a mask of consideration for their friend. He’s got jet lag from the flight after all. She voiced out her reasons, a stutter slipping off her senses. “Let him rest…”

But it's intentional.

Jaemin likes teasing her, the blush on her face adds to his amusement, he grins. “Not immediately, no rush of course.”

She can't say the same for the ‘amusement’ Jaemin is showing, if it can even be called that. Y/n wants to drown out her thoughts but alas, she put it onto herself hmmm?

All because he discovered her porn stash in her secret folder. She wants to pull hairs off her body, it’s funny how her boyfriend is open and understanding. Y/n wants to throw herself on how he’s keeping his utmost attention to her even with all that embarrassment.

Y/n was even sure she was being repetitive and pouring assurance multiple times with her statement: “Even if I die I'm okay with it just being a fantasy, okay?”

It can stay as is, a fantasy.

Turns out it’s not fully okay after that hug and talk with Jaemin, in parallel to him that he had been bothered for days end. His response borderline melts her out of embarrassment and just pure wanting to bury his whole entire being in her arms.

“But I feel bad and I want to make you happy…”

“You already make me happy enough, my love, and I've explained before it's more on the stimulation all over… on why the idea intrigues me. Nothing about you or our sex life dissatisfies me, hmmm? Your dick enough makes me weak, Jaems.”

Fuck, she needed to resort to such nasty wordings huh? But it holds sheer truth in her.

“But I feel bad if I won't be able to do something that would make you happy.” He firms his ground on this sentiment.

If anything, Na Jaemin can be insistent as fuck.

She’s not fully against the idea, as much as Y/n stands with her main statement, the opposition is more driven by fear.

Y/n knew most of these types of situations ending in shitty ways. She doesn't even want to ruin their friendship or even the means of their ego or self-esteem.

Y/n tries to further elaborate on her point and preferences. “Okay, so let me put it this way, what if I am not okay with two girls then you?”

“But that's different,” Jaemin says. “I'm fine with it.”

Not me having to emphasize– she had to take a deep breath. “But babe, again, I am more worried about the aftermath, in terms of self-esteem and comparison. Our relationship after, along with the other party...” She had to pause, feeling heaviness on the agitation of how this would turn out, she pressed. “It's all too risky.”

But with this, it managed to end well.

It’s just a convenient coincidence that Mark happens to be staying with them and he is a trusted individual to start experimenting on this matter.

They make use of this opportunity as Mark also happens to want to experience this type of thrill. A win-win situation, right?

The couple did notice how evasive Mark is with them though, and it’s getting silly. Their game of tag of dragging him on the bed and then him moving back to the floor with his gadgets at hand. They find his timidness amusing.

However, it’s more about respecting their space. At most, he’s just chill.

She’s mostly used to the two being close, especially from what she heard when they were dormmates a few semesters ago.

Even the teasing and making her “jealous” how they’re the two who showered together back then, and how Mark is the first who slept beside Jaemin before her. Even their “babe” nickname agenda for each other would make her ears ring. Although most of it is just for laughs.

Mark seems to be on the edge as he signals for Jaemin, too immersed in their game.

“Ya, YA! They’re attacking our side!”

“Aish, I’m in the middle of something, I’ll catch up–”

“JAEMIN!!! HELP!” Mark shrieks, almost nudging Jaemin to the edge of the bed, the other just clicks his tongue, eyes furrowed.

It’s endearing seeing the two comfy in bed, with Mark on Jaemin’s lap while they’re playing their mobile game.

Y/n decided to join in beside them, her presence seemed unwavering for the two guys’ attention who just had their focus in their phones.

Though she felt Jaemin’s hand on her head before heading back to their game. He moves Y/n near Mark, to at least make them comfortable near each other.

To add more to being comfortable with each other’s presence, Y/n and Mark are now able to not flinch at being skin to skin, with Mark laidback on Y/n’s shoulder as they went on to watch TikTok videos on their phones.

A lightbulb popped up on Jaemin’s head.

As if Y/n wants revenge as she’s mostly used to this, she expects this from Jaemin’s usual antics. She joins in, locking Mark in her arms as Jaemin starts poking him by his side. “Y-YA! Ayo! Hold up—”

It full-on erupted as a tickle fight, the couple unified against Mark as he squirmed in Y/n’s locked arms around him. “Y’all crazy, stop!”

They're more on dragging Mark and him shrieking like a high school girl on how he’s panicking, holding for his dear life on the sheets. “Na Jaemin!”

In between huffs are laughs and giggles from the three, mostly Mark grabbing hold of the two, trying any means to stop them.

After a few minutes, the trio is catching their breath, Jaemin lets out a playful laugh looking at Mark. “That’s more like it.”

Mark raised a brow at him, grinning as he had just recovered from excessive laughing. “What?”

“Are you nervous around us?” He points out how Mark is just casually by Y/n’s side, evidently looking more at ease. Jaemin confronts him, he’s noticed him rigid since earlier.

Y/n just realized how Mark’s face is near, she swallows nervously.

“Well, to be frank, yeah, especially we talked about it,” he admits, glancing at Y/n then back to him, further confirming they’re on the same page. “The three of us… you know.” He evades his glances but the couple got it.

“Okay, let’s lessen that.”

Jaemin is quick to think and do some action.

As if another sync happened between the couple, Y/n just moves by Jaemin’s instruction. The two corners Mark and him refusing their clutches, more as he's shy and hesitant because, of course, she’s Jaemin’s girlfriend.

The thought makes him panic as undoubtedly… it’s his bro’s GF!

Turning the tables, Y/n is now the one being pressed down the bed. Though she submitted as she consents and wants to just lay down with all of this.

They ended up settling in bed anyhow, just a hug-pile in Jaemin’s bed.

Y/n’s head was atop Jaemin’s lap while Mark had his head on Y/n’s belly. Jaemin playing with Mark’s hair, and him giving Jaemin a side eye back like WTF?

He likes it though.

Y/n just finds this amusing how they’re like a cat and dog at times.

Jaemin had a thought to make Mark warm up further, cornered him in other words.

The look of panic on Mark’s face flushed all over when Jaemin grabbed his arm as he guided his hand near Y/n’s stomach. It spikes immeasurably as it lands on her chest.

“Come on!” Jaemin insists, Mark heaves in a panicked huff. He shuts his eyes, not even noticing how he had held his breath at the sensation of newfound softness.

Y/n can feel the nervousness in Mark's shaky hands, so he tries to do it gradually. Jaemin is guiding Mark’s hand on her breast further, keeping gentle touches along with looks of permission.

Y/n just swallows, she shyly nods as Jaemin follows along, obviously more comfortable fondling her breast.

Jaemin is now lifting her bra up, her boobs now exposed. The hit of cold air and hot breath in contrast to the two made her shiver.

Y/n shrieks at their cold touches, making Mark look at her wide-eyed as Jaemin puts his hand back. Y/n lets out a yelp the moment Mark touches her other bare breast.

He hesitates as Jaemin insists on keeping his hand in place.

“I-I told you, I, she doesn’t want to–”

“No, no… it’s fine, it’s just a bit weird that it’s not Jaemin’s hand…” Y/n is quick to respond, trying to open her eyes again, peeking in between her hands, covering her flushed face. This is to get familiarized with a face other than her boyfriend touching her intimately.

She lets out a faint breath, squirming as Jaemin starts playing with her nipple. Mark mildly reads onto it, merely moving his hand.

“So you’re fine with this? With me?” Mark assured her once again. His line of vision also comes across Jaemin who’s just gently smiling back at him.

Y/n nods, now the one voluntarily guiding his hand on her chest more, navigating it to her now erect nipples. “You guys do anything you want.”

She heaves in a sigh as they gladly do so.

“Told ya.” Jaemin points out, caressing her face before looking back at Mark. “And of course she’s shy, she’s the one who put herself into this.”

“Jae, stop teasing, it’s already embarrassing enough that I agreed.” Y/n covers her face with both her hands again, but Jaemin stops her, disapproving and signaling his girlfriend to keep her eyes on them.

She can’t help but pool more in her panties as Jaemin restricts both her hands atop her head. With such impure thoughts, she burns up, aroused at being pinned down like this. “Now Mark thinks I'm a pervert!”

Mark laughs, smirking. “So you're saying I'm also a pervert since I agreed to this?”

“Touché… ahh.”

The playful banter is cut short as Mark leans close to her chest, lightly brushing his lips on the bare skin near her sensitive knobs. It's warm…

Another set of lips crashed into her, Jaemin is now kissing her, sealing her moans of pleasure shut momentarily. It’s making her hover in the middle of reverie and being grounded.

His hands moved downwards. Jaemin’s rogue touches along with Mark’s lips caressing on her body hits her like a combo, weakening her in indulgence.

Her boyfriend looks at her intently, as if reminding her to keep conscious.

“Eyes on us only, princess,” Jaemin adds, raising her head with his finger to keep her eyes on them, his finger grazing over her chin.

She gaped at how breathless his deep stare was on her.

Look, isn’t this what you wanted?

Y/n breathes in, changing to a heave of sigh in satisfaction, moaning as Jaemin shifts. It served as answers in accord with their touches on her.

Mark meekly looks at her, following along with Jaemin as he gestures to Mark to start licking her nipples, already erect from the cold and excitement. As much as she hates to admit it, it’s arousing to have two people focusing their bold attention to pleasure you.

The passionate strokes of her boyfriend fill her with so much anticipation. On the other hand, she can feel Mark’s timidness through his leisure touches.

Right off the bat, she noticed the difference between the soft and strong start of the two men.

“Please, ah, oh no… hmmm… more.” She pulls onto Mark’s hair, still controlled as she tries not to hurt his scalp.

Feeling the hot breath of the two guys near her bare skin, Y/n can’t help but writhe in place. More on how she’s turning more and more disoriented in their touch.

“Jaem… Mark— fuck. You’re doing so good, holy, h-how…”

The labored breathing out of Mark, compared to his soft, little licks later on spreading out his tongue wide, it’s sensational. It’s slow and respite, sucking gently by the side of her chest then moving to pulling her nipples.

She tries to keep herself lucid.

“Ah… oh, my love.” Y/n hissed at Jaemin’s touch as he reached down below. She whimpers more on how he became more torrid with his fingers, brushing the surface of her panties, now sticky and embarrassingly drenched in her fluids.

Jaemin is already settled in, strong and firm with the movements of his tongue and mouth from guzzling the side of her breast and then back to her erect nipples. He’s even squeezing in her breasts while moving it to his tongue to lick all over.

“Ah, ouch… oh, yes.” Her expressions shift swiftly at every quick pace of Jaemin's actions. He bites onto her nipple, the stinging sensation makes Y/n hiss but eventually, it feels good as he kisses it, sucking it again till it feels right.

The switching to pulling and biting feels heavenly.

“Give Mark a look as well, baby, not only me.” Jaemin reminds, she quickly listens, observing their friend with lulled eyes.

The way their fingers sink into the soft skin of her boobs is breathtaking, it’s turning her further into mush the way Jaemin is breathing in her scent.

“Good girl.” Jaemin kisses the gap of her breasts, it makes her squeal when Mark goes in to pull her other nipple.

Y/n is squirming in place, almost melting to the feeling of the production of her juices flowing more elevated than usual. The pleasure and simultaneous stimulation is gradually overflowing her senses.

She cannot even catch on with her ragged breathing.

Jaemin released her nipple with a pop. “You like this?”

“Is this fine?” Mark also checks into her.

Y/n nods twice, switching from glancing at her boyfriend and her friend, to getting too lost in her blurry, hazy vision.

Looking at Mark, he’s getting more comfortable in placing his free hand to occupy the side of her boob. “Ahh… like that.”

She maintains eye contact with Mark as he pokes his thinned tongue onto the side of her nipples. He’s now mixing in techniques that she cannot fully comprehend his every move.

Y/n makes her hands useful by grabbing and brushing their hair aside, Jaemin frequently observes her as she’s getting more lost in too much pleasure. He even did her more by flicking her nipples whilst licking around it.

“Uh, oooh… yes, that’s fu-shit, go-ood.” Y/n lets out a sigh, raising her head in delight.

Y/n pulls Mark’s hair a bit harder, stroking him by the hair down his neck now gently, as he concurrently matches Jaemin’s touch. It seems to be to Mark’s liking as he feels well taken care of.

“So wet already, baby.” Jaemin bellows, he takes the initiative to guide Mark’s other hand to touch Y/n’s pussy.

“Ah- no… uh,” she gasps, as if denying the obvious. She flinches at the sensation though quickly easing to assure the two that she consents and wants to proceed.

It fills her more with excitement, what more for the actual act when they're this good for the opening act.

She bites her lower lip in satisfaction, seeping in their heed.

The mixture of new sensations swallowed Y/n senseless. To Mark’s sucking and licking of her breasts to her neck, along with his hands and Jaemin’s fingers playing with her clit and walls. It drives her to the edge. If this is bliss, she’s surely already in it for the ride.

After the last pump, a moist and dripping finger of Jaemin out of her wet core, and the last suck of her supple skin from Mark, Jaemin glances at the two of them with a satisfied smile.

“Hope that at least familiarized you both with each other, hmmm?”

Lost for words as she’s drained to the drop, Y/n wordlessly wraps them both in her arms. And in that position, with Jaemin and Mark close to her chest, they drifted off to sleep.

A day has passed, and they’ve rested and cleaned up already. The trio went out to just hangout in the mall and got a meal after.

Now they headed to the arcade to wind down a bit.

Y/n suddenly feels a bit heavy down the head and neck though. And as if it’s hazy in her vision, or is Mark a bit more giggly than usual?

She shoots him a glare then back at Jaemin, her boyfriend seems laidback and just playing though.

This just started when we took a picture a few moments ago. She just hums, maybe it’s just in her mind.

She then followed Jaemin and played with him.

Y/n just took no mind off it for the rest of their time in the arcade, which was her mistake.

They’re about to leave the mall, going up the stairs, Jaemin grabs Y/n’s hand as they walk together, with Mark following behind them.

“You guys sure you don’t need anything else?” she asks, looking around the stores to make sure. Y/n reaches for the nape of her neck mindlessly. It added a line to her forehead when she felt something soft from her hoodie. Huh?

Feeling her neck, Y/n now grabs onto whatever was put in her hoodie. She hears a laugh at her side.

“What the fuck, Mark? I thought you swallowed your burger whole in one second!”

“What?” Jaemin shoots the two a glance, eyebrow raised at his girlfriend holding up a wrapped, untouched burger, clearly looking pissed.

“I put the burger in her hoodie.” Mark holds on to a laugh, stifling but quickly bursting as Jaemin breaks into a laugh as well.

“The fuck?” Jaemin swears then gives a high-five to Mark as if it’s the most funniest thing he'd done.

“I swear you two—!” she rolls her eyes at them. No wonder things had been odd since earlier.

Man, she can’t believe these are the same two people she dealt with in bed last night.

Y/n just laughed along at this point, no wonder these two are close. Both are weird af.

“This is just one time,” reminded Jaemin, and he’s just going through the limits and agreement again, pushing down his fingers one by one to make a point. “No penetration in the vagina. Consent at all times. No kissing.”

“Of course, babe,” Y/n says, hugging Jaemin by the arm. They're both lying in bed.

“We’re cool with that… but… is this your plan all along?” Mark asks, seeing Y/n already down on her knees with Jaemin grabbing hold of her on both shoulders.

“For today, yeah.”

Mark remained silent, just leaning by the bed frame.

“Why? Are you tired?” Y/n asks. They just went to the mall after all. Mark shakes his head. “Nah, just asking… you're really cool with me here?”

Jaemin nods. “Yeah, if we weren’t, we should’ve just left you in the mall really.”

“Makes sense.”

Jaemin sits down, guiding Y/n’s head to his already bulging tent in his pants.

Releasing his erection, it sways, Y/n grabs hold of it casually. Her nervousness is now mostly gone even with the presence of the other guy in the room.

Y/n just focuses her gaze on Jaemin.

“You can join us later if you want— urgh…” Jaemin groans as Y/n wraps her mouth around him, stroking Y/n endearingly by her head. “Or just do your thing there and watch.”

He gestures, suggesting Mark to jack himself off while watching.

Taking note of this, Y/n goes on and twists her hand while bobbing her head to make Jaemin noisier than usual.

“Uhhh… Y/n.” Jaemin bites his lips, and Y/n takes a brief glance at Mark, seeing his Adam’s apple bop a bit as he’s fixated on them. She smirks, further taking in Jaemin deeper in her mouth.

She at least wants to give him a show.

Whilst giving her boyfriend a blowjob, they can see Mark’s hesitation in touching himself. His flinching, shaky hand, and intent gaze at them says something else.

Noticing this, Jaemin pulls Mark closer, guiding Y/n’s hand to Mark’s erection, making the other shiver at her touch, prominently still shy.

Y/n raised her brow at his, muffling a bit with her mouth full.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy around me after that burger-hoodie fiasco?!”

Mark just guffawed at this point. That is too funny for him, huh?

Y/n pulls him back in, trying to return the mood in the room as she reaches for Mark’s neck.

“What do you want to do?”

At the question, as if a bead of sweat appeared by his temple. The bop of his Adam's apple answered for his anticipation as well. “Anything you're down for really, it's already a good time letting me into your fun.”

Mark looks at Y/n and then back at Jaemin. Now, the two are looking at Y/n, her already occupied with her mouth in her boyfriend’s dick.

She just looks at her boyfriend as if getting permission for the next step. Jaemin already had something in mind to give her the pleasure she deserves before she could even ask.

Jaemin helps by taking off her shirt. And at the wiggle of her butt, Mark is shocked at the sight of the buttplug as Jaemin sets her thong aside. It crossed his mind, now burning red and embarrassed as they’ve been together the whole day, she’s got all that hiding underneath?

Jaemin teases Mark, caressing his reddened ear. He knows the sight of his hot girlfriend had his friend flustered.

“I told her to get ready in case things are going down soon.”

Mark just nods, blushing pink in cheeks to ears.

Jaemin goes to remove her lingerie, even teasing to move around the buttplug a bit, making her yelp. She quickly crosses her legs to hide, but Jaemin restrains her.

“Nope, no can do, jagiya. Show us everything, c’mere.” Jaemin chuckles, spreading her legs with a grin. He goes in and kisses the side of her inner legs.

“Stop being a tease, Jaem.” She looks away blushing even as Jaemin gestures to position herself to be on all fours.

She starts facing him to hug Jaemin first then continuing to blow him.

Her bum sticks out and the buttplug is shining as if to allure Mark. Diving in, Mark adjusts her near him.

“F-fuck, oh.” Y/n sighs. With a lick, Y/n almost buckles at the feeling of his tongue.

Mark eats her out while she’s sucking Jaemin’s dick, as if looking like a pleasure train.

“Ah, ahh… hmmm.” She tries her best to speak up but is restrained by the dick in her mouth. But holy fuck. The sensation and rhythm are already different in how Jaemin is handling her, literally with the hand as he's playing her pussy.

The shape of Mark’s fingers is different, the twists and combinations he’s choosing are unpredictable. From the pacing to the licking, the way he's pulsating his digits in and out of her is making Y/n weak to the knees.

It is getting more difficult to multitask on her end. It's gradually getting harder to simply focus on pleasuring Jaemin as she’s moaning too much. Add to her squirming at what Mark is doing as he eats her out while inserting his fingers. Even twisting it as he sucks her—

“Fuck, you're so hot, love. You're doing… ha… so good.” Jaemin grabs hold of her head, guiding her to thrusting his dick in her beautiful mouth. Mouthfucking her into reverie.

Her moans are vibrating around Jaemin’s throbbing dick, she can further feel the growing hotness at the back of her throat.

“Jaemin… my, oh yes, love.” Y/n whimpers, shaking her head. She's trying to get hold of what's going on behind her, but her legs are turning weaker. She grabs on the sheets, onto anything— writhing. Y/n gasps for air, sipping onto loose saliva failing her.

“You’re doing great, Mark, oh fuck, what are you doing?”

This is far different from Jaemin’s tenacious licks. She shuts her eyes tight to at least envision what the heck he may be doing, but her mind's too clouded.

She had to resort to asking directly. “You sure that’s the first time you’ve eaten pussy?” Y/n lets out a chuckle, wiping her sweat as she manages to break into some. “Wo… woah. Hun, even your fingering is good, holy fuck.”

“I'll just continue this then.” Mark smiles, carrying on with his business.

“Yesh, please… ahhh-uh. Ah.” Spilling out a few more syllables, she happily goes back to pleasuring her man.

Y/n just gives up at this point, as if a dog in heat, she lets her tongue let loose. Licking and sucking on autopilot. She tries her very best to keep her eyes in focus to not go off too high into bliss.

Jaemin is even taking notes of this.

Y/n is fully enjoying herself grinding on Mark's fingers.

“You're enjoying this too much, huh, love?”

“Yesh… uh,” she pauses, heaving in a breath as she's forgetting even the basics of breathing at this point. “Ohh… very much so… I love you.”

“I'm… urgh, glad. Love you too.” Jaemin hisses as he pinches her legs, peppering her head and body with kisses. He reaches out to play with her breasts.

“Aish, these two lovebirds.” Mark comments, he goes back to mind his own business though.

“Join in then, babe.” Jaemin banters, earning an eye roll from Mark. “I'm good.”

“If you say so.” He chuckles, focusing back on Y/n who's amused watching them.

Jaemin caresses her face, setting her stray hair aside as it's getting a bit rough in handling her. He looks at Y/n with such doting eyes, sharing the pleasure of seeing her with so much delight.

Mark continues to devour her, his tongue is a bit more gentle but he attacks more with his fingers. Mark spreads her legs more apart as she keeps squirming, twitching embarrassingly tight around his fingers as he keeps attacking his tongue on her clit and hot entrance.

She could almost see white all over, but she's not quite there yet.

The feeling elevated her senses, how she didn’t expect to like it this much. Having her holes taken care of, with her mouth sucking while feeling someone is sucking her at the same time.

She could almost cry out of pleasure.

Just as she's about to give in, her legs are moved to another position. Y/n cannot protest as her core had been yearning for a dick inside her ages ago.

Jaemin thanks Mark as he already got Y/n ready and wet. With a quick alignment, Jaemin easily penetrated her pussy.

While they’re fucking, Mark is quick to catch on, twisting and licking her boobs and nipples. The added sensation made her extra loud and wailing. It almost rendered her incoherent.

Being more adept in multitasking, Jaemin gets Y/n’s phone, the camera already open to be handed to Mark. “Film us.”

Mark perks a brow, the other hand now pumping on his dick as he reconfirms with Jaemin. “Like record you two fucking?”

Jaemin nods. “She’s into this shit, watch how she’ll turn into a pool of mess just by filming her—”

“Na Jaemin! Don’t expose me like that!” She tries to retort, pulling herself off Jaemin, but the pounding dick in her restrains her from doing so. Jaemin now has full control over her with Mark at the side.

“Awww… babe, it’s okay,” Jaemin assures. “It’s just Mark, I’m sure he wouldn’t think it’s weird.”

“It's because it is Mark that I think he’ll think of me weird!”

Mark just laughs, shrugging it off, and proceeds to film them.

“Do this as well.” Jaemin insists, demonstrating to pull Y/n’s hair as a request.

Y/n sees her surroundings slowly crumble as Jaemin reveals her kinks to Mark one by one.

Stop it!

She wants to complain but she's practically pushed down under their submission. Everything just feels so good.

The way Jaemin is fucking her in doggystyle, even the clapping of skin along with slapping her ass.

Jaemin just tells Mark off to go on and pull her hair.

Jaemin grabs hold of both her hips as he’s going at it, ramming into Y/n.

“Uh… ah, please, oh-fuck.” She's left with quivering lips at this point. Taking in mind Jaemin's dick the hair pulling seems to be something else.

Mark is enjoying it a bit too much, he unintentionally went too far as it already hurt.

“Mark? Oh, arghh—” Her groans are now replaced out loud by pain.

Why does it seem odd?!

“Hm-Mark! YA! That felt like something else, do you have any grudge against me?!”

“My bad, my bad. Sorry.”

He doesn't seem to have any remorse though.

Y/n huffs at Mark, taking a break for a laugh and even casually talking while they’re having sex in front of him.

They're seeing Mark with his dick out, pumping himself as he watches over the couple.

The sound of sex and skin slapping adds more to the arousal of the three.

Earlier as they started off, they were still shy af. But now while she’s getting fucked, she’s stimulating Mark's erection, even wanting to spring free his dick.

“Is it okay to suck you, Mark?” Y/n assured every step of the way but she didn't feel any sense of refusal from Mark stopping her from stripping him off.

He places the phone tidily nearby to continue to film their supposed sex tape.

Mark swallows, nodding a bit and the meeting of Y/n’s tongue on his erection fully turned his lips agape.

Although slightly hesitant, the way it twitched at Y/n's touch drew it nearer to her touch. As if Mark's body itself is craving for any sensation available. And luckily, they're already here to fulfill that thirst for lust.

It weaves on naturally how she's down on all fours, with Jaemin still making use of her sweet pussy as he's ramming into her. While Mark is now the one occupying her mouth, fucking her is still a bit too gentle for her liking.

“More, please…” she barely mumbles clearly with her cheeks full. Y/n also put her hand around Mark's dick along her sloppy movements, sucking him harder. She feels two different sets of hands touching around her chest, her boobs springing free ever so slightly. Jaemin removes his hands to which Mark takes charge of squeezing her boobs together.

She feels herself getting tighter and tighter around Jaemin as he pounds in and out of her. She pulls in Mark so that he can reach the back of her throat. “Yes, that's.. urgh-uh, it… more, harder!”

No use getting shy now that they went up to this point. Now they're braver and pushed confidently in getting lost in pleasure as that is their main goal here.

The difference between Mark and Jaemin is that they’re a warning with Mark’s end, him mumbling a “Here we go,” before excusing himself to fuck her mouth. Compared to Jaemin just wordlessly entering her, slamming in and out roughly.

She’s mixed between wanting to be treated as fragile with care or being completely manhandled.

With Mark pushing her hair aside to get more hold of his dick into her mouth, while Jaemin is grabbing hold of her hips and slapping her ass in the process of making her a moaning mess.

It adds more fluidity as she gets wetter by the second hearing both of them groaning and a mix of moaning as she lets them use her senselessly.

With open arms, they're more on enjoying the moment and experience.

This is the feeling of getting sandwiched by two guys whom you trust and who care about you.

At most, this is far different in comparison to her surprise in getting into this situation. Quite literally to get caught up between two men to whom she's dearly close.

Even in between the nastiness and roughness, she feels well taken care of.

With just enough strength, Y/n sticks her butt out for Jaemin removing the butt plug with a pop. While this is going down, she puts on the condom on Mark’s erection with Jaemin assisting them.

Jaemin lays down on his back, with Y/n on top of him. Adding more lubrication, Jaemin spits into her ass, spreading the saliva all over, mixing it with her wetness.

Mark is getting ready to insert his dick into her ass, aligning it before pushing it.

With a huff from Y/n, Mark starts working. It took no time for Jaemin to slip into her hot wet core, as well, sliding in so easily as a moan slipped off his lips.

Basically, Y/n is sandwiched in between them, Jaemin inside her pussy while Mark is thrusting on the back. She’s practically pinned down to Jaemin’s chest, her breasts rocking back and forth. The friction on each of their skin adds to the heat of their senses.

The hollows of her neck are filled by Mark’s hot breath, their proximity almost blurring as the gaps in front are settled in by Jaemin’s warmth.

It’s getting tougher, and more perplexing as Y/n tries to keep her consciousness intact as she keeps tactile, feeling the gaps and the angle. The distinct rhythm and attention also shakes her core, her system going full overdrive.

To keep her boobs from swaying freely, Mark cups her breasts, adding a twist to her nipple. She felt lips smacking on her skin, Jaemin was grazing his teeth on her supple skin.

The nibble and bite marks Jaemin is doing prolong her desires.

“Please, ah! Ah… hmph…” she rasps, scrunching her fists to the bed sheets. Y/n feels everything slipping away like the fabric on the bed as she’s getting more stirred up to the guts. Both their dicks keep hitting the sweetest spots. She wants her holes to be filled with white all over.

Mark gets hold of her, supporting Y/n’s stature as Jaemin spreads her legs wide like an eagle spreading its wings.

“Wait, wait… uhh, hngh!—” In the middle of speaking, she wasn’t given an ounce of rest as she remained tight around her asshole. Jaemin is also devilishly grinding against her to keep her from breaking away. It also involves her sensitive clit as he is banging into her, weakening her knees. Besides taking hold of her dangling tits, her boyfriend did not forget to stimulate her clit.

Jaemin rubs his fingers to her sensitive clit, the dirty noises of their mixed juices sloshing along their pumping dicks in her holes amplified Y/n’s moans.

She shakes her head as it’s getting confusing to distinguish the difference with both her holes being worked on.

The sensitivity grows with the variation of sensations and rapidity in her holes getting in and out, the pounding inside her pushes Y/n closer and closer to her climax.

“F-fuck, wait, guys…” She sucks in a breath, sipping her saliva and soul back into her. She tries to buckle her legs together, but the two guys are preventing her from flailing away from their bodies.

But she doesn’t want this to end yet!

Before she completely gets lost in pleasure they change it up, adjusting Y/n to their desired position. Y/n is scooped in by her arching back, with Mark carrying her. He grabs hold of her shoulders, moving to slightly choke her neck with his veiny hands. He’s breathing in close to her ears, creating harsher goosebumps down her spine.

“You’re so tight.” Mark breathes out, his hands on her hips tightening.

Y/n could only swallow in response, holding onto the nape of his neck, mewling as Jaemin continued to hammer her juicy pussy.

Y/n is now back pinned down at Jaemin’s heaving chest, she feels Mark spreading her butt cheeks, pounding rougher, harder than any pace she expected out of him.

Is he also close?

Feeling a more heightened awareness of both dicks inside her twitching, she’s clenching shamelessly tighter by the second around them.

“Y/n…” Jaemin pulls her close. Simultaneous to this, Jaemin goes to hug her, and she also feels Mark embracing her from behind. Both guys are holding her stature, with Jaemin intricately placing kisses on her while feeling Mark near her. Each of them is swallowing each other’s breaths at the proximity.

“Uh… ohh… fuck, I’m close, Y/n.” Mark groans near her ears. Her drenched state becomes unbearably good. This is the first time Jaemin ever noticed Y/n this soaked to the core.

“Me too… uhh,” Jaemin also hisses, his movements unwavering despite his ragged breathing. “How about you, baby? Feeling good?”

“Uh, huh,” she nods, mewling in the kiss in the mix of her boyfriend’s groaning. She feels so loved with him checking in on her. Also, Mark occasionally tapping her on the shoulder as well. Jaemin devours her with his passionate kisses. His rampant pounding is consistent, ever getting sloppy as he’s getting harder. His width and the feeling of his firm girth feel familiar, he’s about to burst.

Swearing along them is Mark, his lips crashing by her bare back. He’s brushing her hair to the side as he keeps pummeling his dick to her ass.

At this point, Y’n is gasping for air, tongue sticking out mindlessly with her eyes disarrayed up high to so much pleasure.

Jaemin guides Mark's hand on the hollows of her neck, motioning him to tighten it a bit close to a choke. Jaemin remains unfaltering with his thrusts while still keeping lustful eye contact towards her as she gets lost in bliss.

She keeps her tongue in control, but it’s getting harder to keep it inside her mouth as the two men get more and more ragged.

Y/n creased her nails on the sheets, trying her best not to scratch Mark’s back with her other hand as she is getting desperately close—“I’m coming, fu-fuck!” Y/n feels herself spasm, embarrassingly tight around them at their persistent fucking of both her holes.

She almost wants to shout out her orgasm, curling her toes. But it’s too late as she already feels warmth in both her holes, strings of white covering her body. Her back gets pumped up a moment later as the three of them rupture in a trance.

The trio catches their breath. She crashed herself on the soft sheets, barely hitting the pillow.

Now with Mark lying on his back, he curls up near Y/n as she lays in between them.

Mark now reaches for Y/n’s phone to stop the recording, they barely remember it was there in the first place. Jaemin also helped clean up, along with Y/n helping Mark discard the used condom.

Jaemin stands up and gets a clean towel from the rack, he casually throws it to Mark.

“So when do you want to do this again?” Jaemin huffs, returning to the bed. He’s supporting himself with his elbow, caressing Y/n’s face. He’s tracing her features while expecting an answer from Mark.

Their friend raised a brow at Jaemin. “I thought this was just a one-time thing?”

Jaemin pauses, then reconfirms the look on Y/n’s face. He slightly shrugs, nonchalant.

“Seems like the other one here enjoyed it a bit too much,” Jaemin kisses atop her forehead. “She might look for that type of pleasure, hmmm?”

It’s obvious from Jaemin's grin that he’s teasing.

Too worn out to even argue, Y/n just blushes.

“Whatever, it’s up to you, guys,” she quietly says. She moves away from them, curling up the other way to hide her face from the two guys.

To be frank, it’s anything but ‘intimidating’ from what she expected in her head. It’s not even established as ‘timid’ from the energy they got from each other.

The outcome is about the chillest experience she added to her non-existent to-do list. She’s glad she’s able to look at them with no awkwardness. If anything, this is the very reason they got closer to each other.

This is a great addition to her fantasy fulfilled. Four out of Five would do it again.

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tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, abuse, bullying, family issues, sexual themes (Jake)

sorry for the spam besties the idea for Jake came to me in yet another dream and I had to write it out lmao

(some of them are based on my past enhypen fic where they try to kidnap you)

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

~ Enhypen - they try to make you break up with ur bf ~

Jungwon

He was a grossly popular and mean kid in your school - often having either hordes of guys or girls following him around at all times.

It made you laugh because to you he was just pathetic and weak; it was the oldest trick in the book to walk around with a big group to seem intimidating and powerful, but you refused to fall for it.

Jungwon and you were in the same class. Surprisingly he took school quite seriously due to him having strict parents. You suppose he needed somewhere to get all his frustrations out from family problems just like many other bullies, you just wish he wasn’t in your class.

He always sat in the very back with his loud friends and you sat in front of him. He loved tormenting those who sat closest to him, kicking your feet, pushing your chair or pulling your hair - but others got it way worse.

You would get filled with guilt any time you heard the mischievousness in his voice, knowing what was about to come. Yet you promised yourself to never turn around, it wasn’t worth the trouble.

Many many times, you’d gone to the principal to complain but they had only given him small suspensions; basically a slap on the wrist and nothing more. Jungwon had made it very clear that he was hunting down the person who ‘’ snitched ‘’ and wouldn’t be so kind when he would catch them.

It felt as though you heart stopped any time he’d say it - and you swore he somehow knew it was you; because he leaned forward ever so slightly as he’d announce it, as if it was specifically for you.

What you didn’t know, was that Jungwon was fully aware it was you but he had caught a special interest in you since that day. It fascinated him that you dared go behind his back, but also amused him that you were too scared to stand up to his face.

He made his friends stalk you on social media, trying to find out every little detail about you and it wasn’t hard - your handle was just your full-name, how unlucky for you.

Immediately as your profile popped up, he saw the words ‘’ S <3 ‘’. He could only see red as he walked out, friends looking at each other confused.

It didn’t take long to find you, you were hanging out with your pathetic friends that Jungwon hated. He dragged you away from them silently - but if it were an ordinary day, maybe he’d smirk at their lack of protests, just letting him do whatever he wanted.

You were terrified, thinking he had found out and was going to punish you for it now, images of you laying half-dead on the floor flashed through your mind and you squeaked as he threw you against the alley-wall.

‘‘ Break up with your boyfriend ‘‘

You had never felt so confused before.

‘‘ What? ‘‘

Jungwon rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, feeling as if this was taking up his time and should’ve already been arranged.

‘‘ You heard me ‘‘ he came closer, a look you had never seen before in his eyes.

‘‘ H-how did you know I have a boyfriend? ‘‘ you curled up in defence, feeling small under his stare.

The wall was pressing against your back.

‘‘ Does it matter? Do it or he dies. That’s a warning ‘‘

Then he walked away, just like that. He knew you’d do it, there was no way you’d disobey when you were just as scared of him as everyone else.

Heeseung

Your new job turned sour pretty quickly as you noticed a particular male having an interest in you.

You seemed to have this thing where guys would flock to you whenever you were unavailable and it was the same thing this time. You had just gotten into a relationship, yet this guy at your new job, that everyone seemed to either love or be jealous of - just had to like you of all people.

At one point while talking to your other coworkers, his smile fell just as the person on his side uttered something while vaguely gesturing towards you. You thought nothing of it - maybe he had just heard some bad news. Quickly you went back to working.

For a few hours you felt embarrassed, thinking you were wrong and just had a big ego so you automatically assumed people who stared at you for longer, or smiled more had a crush on you. But then he came up to your desk, almost right before it was time to pack up.

‘‘ Hey, I’m Heeseung ‘‘

He looked relaxed with his hands in his pockets and a sly smile on his face. It made you feel like he was a good guy who wouldn’t mind rejection too much.

‘‘ Hi, I’m y/n ‘‘

He stepped a bit closer, never taking his eyes off of you and the intense eye-contact made you feel nervous.

‘’ I noticed you didn’t seem to get the new program ‘‘ your coworker tilted his head a bit, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your cheeks started to heat up. You sometimes liked to not do much the last hour or so, your mind having already checked out. But you didn’t think anyone would notice.

Maybe only a stalker would.

‘‘ It’s okay, I can help you ‘‘

Heeseung leaned over you to take your mouse before you said yes and it made you a bit uncomfortable, his chest was touching your back.

Maybe you wouldn’t have said anything normally, but it felt very creepy to initiate such contact shortly after meeting someone and you had your boundaries.

‘‘ I’m, sorry but can you please stand this way instead ‘‘ you turned around, almost pitifully clashing into his chest and gestured with your hands to the side instead of standing directly behind you.

A smirk formed on his lips and he then slowly looked down at you. Almost like a horror movie he tightened his arms around you, caging your head and whispered into your ear.

‘‘ Break up with him. You know I deserve you more than him ‘‘

Jay

All your life you had been able to go to fancy five star and Michelin star restaurants all over the world, due to your parents’ wealth.

Traveling the world frequently with your dad and his work, you had met many famous people as well.

A lot of them disappointed you, not at all reaching up to your expectations of them being gentlemanly and charming; leading to you eventually stopping to idolise them and expecting anything.

This time you were in Korea over the weekend. Your dad had an important business deal and promised to take you out for dinner, since he couldn’t spend much time with you during the days.

It was a very high-end restaurant where only billionaires and famous people were allowed to eat. You were aware of the fact that it had become a bit of a hotspot for dating since it was so secluded and exclusive.

Gorgeous people sat at every table you looked at, recognising both actors and kpop idols at them. Your dad lead you to a table at the end of the restaurant and this bit was separated by a curtain, only a handful of tables inside the small area.

The only people who were there at the moment was a large group of boys occupying a long table. They all looked stunning, like straight out of a magazine - and upon further inspection you recognised some of the members from the kpop group enhypen.

It seemed as if the manager knew your dad because he bounced on his feet as soon as he saw him.

You stood awkwardly by their table as they exchanged conversation, trying not to look at the handsome guys within arms-length.

“ This is my daughter, y/n “ your fathers hand found your shoulders, pushing you in front of him towards the manager.

He smiled at you.

“ Nice to meet you, I’m the manager of enhypen “ he gestured to the boys but you still didn’t look, only giving a small smile in return.

A pair of eyes looked at you intriguingly, following your every move even as you and your dad went to the table further away.

Most girls gawked at him shamelessly but you didn’t even spare him a glance. How…interesting.

For the rest of the night he was busy stealing glances at you, irritation building inside due to you treating him as if he didn’t even exist. As if you didn’t care for him or need him because of your rich daddy.

The members looked at him a few times, many of them slightly worried. He had stopped talking to them because of his new obsession.

At the end of the night, finally came the opportunity to talk to you. Your dad went to the restroom and you were packing up your things.

Like a sly fox he wandered over, giving you a confident smile when you noticed his presence.

“ Hi? “ you said.

“ Hi, I’m Jay. I was wonder- “ his words got caught in his throat as he noticed the Polaroid in your phone case - it was of you and another guy kissing.

You only raised your eyebrows questioningly, trying to read his face due to his sudden shift in mood.

‘‘ Break up with him ‘‘ he pointed towards your phone-case.

He walked away, leaving you there looking even more puzzled. But in his mind he was making up a plan on how to make it happen for sure, to make you his in the end.

Jake

It was either a blessing or a curse that you had somehow ended up at the same party as the infamous fuckboy, Jake from your school.

He knew of you before because you were the total opposite of him - sweet and innocent, spending your weekends at home studying diligently rather than partying.

So what were you doing at one now, for the first time since you started college? His lips stretched into a smirk, eying you curiously. You looked nervous which he found cute; following your friend around like a lost puppy while anxiously glancing around at people.

Jake had hooked up with your friend, maybe even with most girls in the room. He cursed his past impulsiveness for possibly ruining his chances with you, as your friend might warn you about him.

Your friend sat down near the couch where a group of people were sitting around and talking. Awkwardly you did the same and just silently listened to their overlapping conversations.

While doing so, you felt someone sit down next to you not long after - their knee brushing up against yours. You turned your head and saw Jake the fuckboy.

‘‘ Hey ‘‘ he said casually.

‘‘ Hey ‘‘ you said shyly, almost too stunned to be able to utter a single word.

You looked at him again because you felt his eyes lingering on you and while doing so, you regretted it immediately. He had a playful smile on his lips and a glint in his eyes, watching you intensely as if he was devouring you inside his mind.

Your cheeks turned a bit red as you quickly turned around again, despite his eyes still being on you.

Jake however didn’t like that you didn’t give him your full attention. He leaned in, lips touching the shell of your ear as he whispered sensually to you, only loud enough so you’d hear.

‘‘ I heard you have a boyfriend ‘‘ his voice sent shivers down your spine ‘‘ Break up with him. I want you for myself ‘‘

You were about to say something but he caught you off guard by his hand traveling to your thigh. Very quickly you realised why he’d gotten so many girls, it was like he had put you under a spell - ready to do whatever, whenever and even breaking up with your boyfriend - just because he said so.

Sunghoon

He had been watching you for some time before finally deciding to kidnap you. Finding out you had a boyfriend was one of the main reasons he had acted so quickly and impulsively to lock you in his house.

There wasn’t enough time to get to know you and woo you slowly before making you fall for him, not with you having a boyfriend - so he’d easily take you hating him as he locked you up, over knowing you were hanging out with your boyfriend.

Still, he’d naturally become a problem eventually anyway. His girlfriend not responding to texts, calls or meeting up would send him into a frenzy. Sunghoon could not deal with a police report so he came up with the nice idea to make you break up with your boyfriend before that happened.

Almost immediately after you woke up, he’d force your phone into your hands, barking orders.

‘‘ Text him and say you want to break up and you’ve thought about it for a long time ‘‘

Your kidnapper gave you a mean smile as he saw the fear forming on your face, as your eyes focused after waking up and taking in what he was saying.

Although it was urgent since you’d taken so long to wake up - he was still openly enjoying this.

‘‘ I don’t want to ‘‘ you mumbled, voice weak.

He sighed.

‘‘ I knew you’d say that ‘‘ he crouched and lifted your chin up slightly.

‘‘ But I will kill him if you don’t ‘‘ he tilted his head ‘‘ And you don’t want that, do you, y/n? ‘‘

Sunoo

He didn’t think it would come to this and it was very upsetting. Having planned so long for his confession only for it all to go down the drain just like that? It broke his heart.

As soon as you said the words,

‘‘ I have a boyfriend ‘‘

He felt like his heart stopped. His eyes grew wider and his eyebrow twitched as a look of confusion crept up on his face.

‘‘ I...I don’t understand ‘‘

It almost broke your heart too, as you watched the boy in front of you look so shattered after pouring his heart out, but you didn’t want to give him false hope by lying to him.

‘‘ I’m sorry, Sunoo ‘‘ was the last thing you said before walking away, not being able to stand the sweet boy suddenly crying.

You had a feeling he would, with how nice, innocent and caring he was - always sitting by you in class, opening doors for you and buying you milk during lunch. But there was a side to Sunoo that you weren’t aware of, that most people weren’t, except for the unfortunate few who had crossed him.

Instead of crying he blankly stared after you as all kinds of violent thoughts started to brew in his head. Whoever this boyfriend was...he already hated him.

A few days later you got a random text from your boyfriend, asking to break up with you. It felt very out of the blue as you had spent the day before hanging out and everything had seemed normal then.

‘‘ Why? ‘‘ you texted back, anxiety starting to quicken your breaths.

‘‘ Because you cheated on me ‘‘

‘‘ What??? No I didn’t! ‘‘

‘‘ You’re in another man’s heart...’‘

Sunoo smiled at the phone in his hand, your boyfriend groaning in pain right beside him. Soon you will be his.

Ni-ki

He didn’t care, of course they were as disposable as all the others he had killed. Getting rid of everyone that was in his way before confessing to you or kidnapping you, was something that he felt was a necessity.

Since Ni-ki was very shy, he didn’t need all the extra attention or people watching his every move; all the unsolicited opinions from your annoying friends pissed him off and he definitely didn’t need a boyfriend taking his place either.

They all disappeared, one after one - leaving you traumatised, depressed and best of all...vulnerable. It was the perfect time to butt in and introduce himself, becoming the only shoulder for you to cry on.

But as he one night followed you home, thinking he’d finally won - he saw you taking a different route. You weren’t going straight home, you were going to an apartment complex.

At first Ni-ki thought he had missed a friend and internally groaned. But then he saw you wait outside for someone, the one who later walked out was a man.

He got closer, listening to your conversation.

‘‘ I will see you tomorrow, okay? ‘‘

‘‘ Yeah, bye love you ‘‘ you stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and then walked away, a big grin on your face.

Ni-ki was fuming. He didn’t care about all of his hardwork at that moment; stepping out of his hiding-spot to make sure he was directly in your path.

‘‘ Break up with him ‘‘ he said flatly, eyes narrowing as he noticed your smile.

‘‘ What? Ni-ki what are you doing here? ‘‘

‘‘ I live nearby ‘‘ his lie slipped out effortlessly, eyes still boring into you.

‘‘ I don’t like him, break up with him ‘‘ he said again, already annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

You laughed it off thinking it was some kind of joke, but unluckily for you one more person would disappear without a trace that same very night if you did not comply.

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iluvtreyparker · 7 months

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Not Yet

-smut

-mentions of alcohol and being tipsy (while they both have a few beers I want to stress that they’re not drunk, I didn’t intend for them to be portrayed as drunk and that all sex was consensual!!!)

-this is my first fanfic idk how to format this

-im obsessed w that pic of Trey I hope u imagine that Trey during this cuz that’s what was on my mind

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday was seeming to grow into an agonizing gift from the gods, or whoever was out there running the show. Waking up seemed to have purpose again; barely making it out the door on time shifted into early mornings crafting carefully coordinated outfits; messy, unwashed hair turned into delicately designed pig tails or braids. For the first time in a very long time, the idea of a class at 9 am was no longer a borderline debilitating task, but like a cup of coffee on a crisp fall morning. Stepping foot in the classroom was like that first sip of coffee passing down your throat and warming your whole body, freeing you from the morning’s chill. You stood before the door, prepping yourself for 50 minutes of pure distraction and inevitable and uncontrollable thoughts, sweet dreams of delusion of a man who you thought barely remembered your name. You sighed deeply. It was time. You pressed open the door and scanned the room for him, in the most natural looking way you could.

“Good morning!” He said with sincerity in his smile.

“Good morning..” you choked out, just a millisecond late enough to make yourself feel awkward about the interaction.

You thought to yourself, “Jesus Christ he was so sweet. He said hello to me. He probably says hello to everyone. But he said it to me today. He wanted you so badly didn’t he. No. No. You have to get yourself together, he’s a man in his 40’s and he is your professor, he’s a very kind man simply greeting you on this fine morning. But wouldn’t it be nice if he wanted me.”

You took your seat near the back of the small auditorium and got yourself settled in. Pretending you be on your laptop you peered above it, getting him in your view. He was still gathering himself together to begin class, as there were a few minutes remaining before the clock would strike 9. You looked upon him as he fiddled with papers. How did you get here? At this university? This major? This class? This specific section? And THIS professor? It didn’t matter, you were here. And there he was.

The way his salt and pepper stubble ruggedly graced his face, his very worn long sleeve t shirt that he must’ve been wearing since before you were out of middle school even, his messy hair undergoing the effects of aging, gently receding in a way that was beginning to leave a patch a the top but something about the way he rocked it pulled you to him a little bit more. He was just an older man, but damn there was something about him. It wasn’t just his looks that captivated you. It was the cadence with which he spoke, the way he could fill up the most casual, unprofessional sentence with an air of eloquence. The way he could make anything make sense. His mind was vast, woven with intricacies of which you felt you could probably never comprehend. And dammit was he funny, and so clever.

Class has started and you sat there, watching intently as he paced around the front of the room, talking about who knows what, God knows you weren’t listening, going on beautifully worded tangents every now and again. He mentioned something about a quiz but all you could think about was how he was in bed. Was he a hair grabber? What day was this quiz? He’s gotta be packing right? It’s on chapter 4? You wanted to put your hands on each side of his face, feeling his graying stubble and pull him in for a kiss, letting each other’s tongues tango and wander to wherever they ended up.

He was talking about something being wrong with the textbook, cursing the idiot writer and the dipshit who edited it and whatever numbskull allowed it to be published, but the articulation of his perfectly chosen words only made you think about what all he could do with his tongue, especially if he was between your thighs. Was he good? He had to be. You just sensed it. He would spread your thighs, look up at you with lust before going down on you, he would know just how to move his tongue, you knew it. And maybe he would start to tease you. He would stop and then begin rubbing your clit only to slide 2 fingers down and into you when you least expected. He would start pumping slowly, starting to curl his fingers up inside you, and holy fuck, when you thought it couldn’t get any better he brought his head down and started using his tongue again while inside you, Jesus Christ alfuckingmighty, and then he would- You felt the room start to blur out as if it were just you and him in an empty auditorium, your cheeks were growing warm and your stomach in a knot. Lord, you felt you needed him so badly. Never had a professor or person in general made you feel this way. It was carnal. Snap out of it. You were going too far again. If you thought anything else you might just have get up and uh.. take a… “bathroom break”… You would never really do that, but he had you so strung up you needed a release so badly. There were only 10 minutes left of class and you tried to ease your mind and maybe attempt to learn something. 10 long minutes of fighting off inappropriate thoughts and watching each minute in agony go by on the clock. But in time, it was over. You quickly grabbed all your belongings and shoved them in your bag with haste, you just wanted to get out of there because partly you felt bad about how far you let your mind wander. You made your way down the short length of auditorium stairs, getting closer to him with each step. He stood near the door, waving a slight goodbye or have a good day to the occasional student who prompted it. You kept your head down, you dreaded passing him, you felt like your thoughts were so loud that he had to have heard them. Like he knew every single thing you wanted him to do to you. Closer and closer you got, mere seconds feeling like hours the closer you got to his presence, you were almost wincing. So close to the door, you would make it. He was right there, you were coming up to him, just nearly about to pass him and get out of there. Until. You sensed a disturbance in your personal bubble. Dear god. He stopped you,

“Hey, Y/N?” He said.

Stunned, frozen in time almost. Are you fucking kidding? Out of all days. You didn’t know what to do, mind racing, you felt your cheeks growing increasingly warm and knew that by the time you turned to face him you would be brighter than the reddest tomato ever grown. You were feeling so warm that surely, your cheeks must be akin to a 3rd degree sunburn, they were so hot they had to have been blistering too, right? Most of the students had filed around you out of the class as the interaction ensued. It was just you two now.

“Uh.. yes..” you managed to spit out.

He stood with a concerned stature, one hand on his hip,

“Are you okay today? You seemed a little off in class today. I just noticed you seemed a little out of it and I thought I would check in.”

Jesus Christ. So he noticed you? He looked at you? He thought about… you?

“Oh! Uh. Yeah…” you trailed off, “… uh. Yeah! Yeah I’m doing okay. Just been a little distracted today is all. I just uh. Adhd. Forgot my medicine today. That’s it! Ha!”

Fucking facepalm. It wasn’t a lie about the ADHD, but you had taken your medicine, and that had in fact probably helped you focus so intently on thinking lewd thoughts about the tall man before you. But god, did you have to overshare like that? Even if it was a only slight stretch of the truth.

“Oh, okay, it happens, Y'know. Glad you’re good! I’ll see you on Wednesday,” he said with a reassuring smile.

“Yep! See you Wednesday!” You stumbled out the door and sped walked without any hesitation to your car. Your mind was blank the whole time until you opened the door and sat down behind the wheel.

God. He was sexy. The way his voice rolled out of his mouth was smooth like butter and it had your knees weak as you thought back on the words he had said to you. You drove home and immediately fell onto the bed and took a nice nap.

As the evening rolled around you started feeling increasingly bored, lonely, and antsy. This was the great combination of feelings that lead you right down the path of deciding to, on a Monday night, hit the bars. For once, you thought, you didn’t exactly want to get totally wasted, but just sit with a beer and be somewhere other than stuck in your room mulling over the woes of life. You’d rather be stuck in a bar, a place with atmosphere and distractions and beer, mulling over life. You had been to most of the bars on the square, and almost decided on going to your favorite one where they knew you, which seems like the best and obvious choice, but something told you otherwise. There was one bar, which you realized you had never been in. It was a sports bar, so this made sense. But tonight you thought, why not? Something new for a dull night? Who knows, maybe you’d meet somebody. Something pulled you to it. It was relatively empty, a few guys were watching the game, but otherwise empty. You sat down at the bar, showed your ID and what not and ordered a Coors Banquet. You sat for a while, almost forcing yourself to try and care about the game on tv. It was the Bengals and some other team who you didn’t really know or care about. You didn’t care about the Bengals either but you knew who they were.

Time passed and you stared, distracted, into your beverage, zoning out the world around you… until… the familiar feeling of someone sitting down right next to you broke your focus on the beer bottle.

“Banquet girl, huh?”

No way. It was him.

“Holy shit,” you said instinctually, “Professor…Parker…” you trailed off in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah,” you continued, “I am a coors banquet girl for sure. Used to be miller lite until I discovered ol banquet. Coors lite on the other hand… that’s just straight piss water”

Embarrassed about saying piss water to your professor, who was sitting next you you at a bar nonetheless, you tried not to bury your face deeply into your hands and scream a guttural scream.

“Piss water huh…?” he giggled, “I always kinda liked coors lite.” He smiled.

There was a brief, stagnant moment of silence, who knows how long it lasted but it was enough for him to decide to clear his throat and break it,

“So… I saw you sitting all alone, I just thought I’d come over here and say hi, hopefully an old guy like me won’t bother you too much, I can sit somewhere else though if you’d like. You just looked a little lonely staring at your beer like that.”

“Oh. Yeah. No, that's fine yeah, keep sitting here.”

This was mind blowing to say the least, it didn’t feel real. He was so close to you. He was so close you could reach out and put your arms around him, embracing his body heat. You tried not to dwell in order to hold a normal conversation, but he was so close you could smell the hint of Old Spice lingering on him. And with just that whiff you caught, it drove you mad. Of course he would wear Old Spice.

“So… I guess… What’re you up to being here tonight?” You asked, unable to think of anything to say.

“I just came here to watch the game. I’m not really all that interested but, Yknow, I guess I just wanted to get out. Really I should be asking you what YOU’RE up to, hitting the bars on a Monday night, miss ma’am.”

Miss ma’am??? What were you? A child or perhaps a naughty cat being scolded? That’s what that sounded like. But maybe you kind of liked it… especially coming from him.

You took a moment to breathe in, “Well, if you must know, miss ma’am here enjoys the fact that there are no covers at the bars on Monday nights,” you paused, “And I just like to sit and think with a beer I guess, and I don’t always want to do it alone in my room. Gets kinda sad after a while y’know”

“Oh, I know,” he responded.

There was another moment of silence filling up the space between you, but it felt more natural this time.

“So, The Cure?” He pointed at your shirt, “I love The Cure!”

“They’re my favorite band!” You say excitedly.

He looks at you with a jokingly cocky expression, “Yknow, I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything, but after college I made a movie and guess who loved it? Robert Smith!”

“Holy shit???” You blurt out, “Robert Smith?? And?- hold on you- you made a goddamn movie?? Dude!”

As if he couldn’t get any hotter. He made a movie. That your own hero Robert Smith was allegedly into. He could’ve been lying for all you know, but you trusted every word he said. After a bit of beer consumption you were starting to feel more comfortable and natural talking to him, but in the back of your mind you still couldn’t quiet down the thoughts of everything you wanted to do with him.

“Ah it’s nothin,” he said

“Nothin? No!! You have to show me!”

“Oh don’t know about that… it’s a little inappropriate…”

Inappropriate? Trey Parker? God this pulled you in. You couldn’t believe he made a movie, and an allegedly inappropriate one? You had to see this. Now felt like the time, after a beer and a half you were starting to feel more bold. It was now or never. Before you thought about it to hard, the words were already leaving your lips,

“It may be bold and completely out of line, though I have drank this beverage a bit fast so I’m feeling willing to say more than I should, however, I feel inclined to ask… if you might want to come to my apartment and maybe… you could show me your movie…”

He looked stunned. But you could tell by the look behind his eyes. He had been around long enough to know. And thankfully, to your completely dismay, he replied with a smile,

“Sure…”

You stepped into his car, and the two of you drove back in mostly silence other than your telling directions back to your apartment. It didn’t feel real. You sat in his passenger seat, looking out the window, feeling warmth in your cheeks, wondering if maybe, since you had successfully lured him to your apartment, he might let you call him by his first name.

“Hey…” you decided to go for the question, nervous on how it would go over.

“Hm?” He said softly, looking over at you slightly but maintaining his focus on the road.

“How mad would you be if I um, if I referred you Trey tonight…? Yknow since…” you trailed off, “since y'know…”

“I don’t think I would be mad at all, Y/N.” He said we a reassuring smile.

You gave a quick tour of the place and then offered up the couch, you sat on one end, politely urging him to sit himself down with you. He placed himself on the other end of the couch at an almost awkward, but definitely safe distance.

“You could sit a little closer y’know.“ you said

“I suppose I could”

He moves a little closer but, still a safe difference. If there was ever a time to use your feminine wiles, you thought, it was now. You knew what you wanted but could barely believe you were in this position anyways.

“I don’t bite or nothin. I mean, I usually don’t anyways”

He lightly giggled, but you could sense the gears turning in his head, and you wondered if he had processed your attempt at flirting. He scooted over closer to you, legs almost touching.

The movie had begun playing, and you teased him about his outfit in the film, and the fact that it was called Orgazmo. But after a little while, something came over you, you just couldn’t hold it anymore. Before you knew it you felt your hand moving towards his thigh. Isn’t this usually a man’s move? You really didn’t care. It’s what you wanted and it felt right. In an instant you felt your palm press against the fabric. You looked up to him for reassurance and he gave you a look that let you know it was okay. Within seconds you felt your body rush with warmth as he leaned swiftly in, placing his hand on the side of your face, pulling you in a locking lips.

Holy fuck? Its happening? Play it cool.

His scruff scratches lightly against your skin. Fuck, he could give you rug burn if he wanted to, you’d let him. Your bodies moved together with the passion of the kiss, feeling around each other as his tongue danced against yours in your mouth. You felt a pressure on your chest as he reached in to grab your boobs, releasing a breathy sigh on impact into your mouth. You found your hand on his thigh again, grasping into it briefly, then running your hand up slowly until you reached his inner thigh. You stopped here for a moment before moving to the big bulge in his pants, rubbing and stroking it through the fabric and feeling it get even harder as you do so.

“Fuck,” he lets out a groan.

He hastily begins fiddling with his pants button pulling them down and off to expose his boxers. He grabs you and pulls you up on his lap, your legs straddled around him, and begins grinding against you, moving your hips against his lap and confined length which ached to be inside you.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you found yourself peeling your shorts off with vigor in order to feel even closer to him and the raging hard on rubbing against you. He sat you back down and pulled you in even harder, breathing heavily with each of his movements against you.

“Please, Trey,” you begged, “I need you to put it in”

“Not yet,” he smiled.

He lifted you up as he stood, and carried you off to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed hurriedly, but with care. With both of you on the bed he slid off your shirt, throwing it to the floor; then crawling up to you for a kiss, he places his hands firmly on your boobs. He moves down, grabbing one gently and putting it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he looks up at you with needy blue eyes. He begins to trail down, leaving a line of tender yet sloppy kisses down your torso as he approaches your underwear. It almost made you shiver, the closer he got.

“Is this okay? You’re okay with doing this?” He asked, looking up at you.

You nodded with a subtle bite of the lip, as you felt you couldn’t handle another second without him inside you.

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

“Yes. Please. I need you right now,” you wined in response.

He got off the bed and stood up, tearing off his shirt with haste and sliding off his boxers, allowing his hard length to fling out, giving it a few pumps as he approached the bed again. Back on the bed, he spreads your legs in preparation to take him. He leans in, taking his cock and rubbing the tip against your clit, teasing you, forcing you to wait even longer.

“You’re so wet for me, huh?” he said slyly and proudly as he continued to tease you.

“Please put it in,” you begged.

He grinned and you felt him enter, pushing himself in slowly, all the way, letting out a groan as he did so, and then waiting just a moment, fully inside you, before he began thrusting. He started slowly, getting you used to the length, quickly picking up the pace. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling all of his hair and the burgeoning sweat within it. He was pumping in and out of you rhythmically, absolutely wracking your brain, and with his thrusting came the occasional groan, or “ah” or “fuck.” He put his hand behind your head and leaned in to kiss you sloppily, letting lust take the two of you over.

All of a sudden he pulled out, just barely out of you, his tip almost touching your entrance. He watched the confusion on your face as he hadn’t yet gone back in, knowing how badly you wanted him back, he began to tease you.

“How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, please”

“Not yet,” he said, “I want to hear you beg.”

“Fuck. Please fuck me,” you pleaded.

He grinned and pushed back inside you with delicate force, putting his hands on side of your waist and pulling you into each thrust. He leaned in for a kiss and you took the opportunity to pull him in to you even closer, chests touching, feeling his warmth. He nestled his head in your neck, sucking lightly, enough to titillate but not leave a mark. You held tightly onto his back, trying to keep yourself from digging into it and scratching him, but maybe he would like that, you thought. As he thrusted, you bucked your hips against him, fucking him back. He let out a moan into your ear, unable to hold it in any longer. You could sense that rush flooding in, trying to overtake you, you tried to push back in order to keep yourself going longer but it was growing increasingly obvious that the time was nearing. You could feel within his recent movements that he was in a similar boat. He leaned in for one more kiss, letting out a moan, “Uugh, fuck,” into your mouth as he did so. With this you found yourself unable to hold it in.

“Trey, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pulling him in as hard and close as you possibly could, bucking your hips hard, riding out the high as you felt your body nearly shaking against his.

He continued pumping, almost reaching that same limit himself, with your own release pushing him over the edge. He pulled out quickly with an “ah” pumping along his cock as he aimed it towards your tits. He kept pumping, letting out sounds of ecstasy and relief, spurting his cum all over your chest.

“Shit,” he exhaled, while flopping over and laying next to you. You noticed some of his cum had landed on his stomach, sitting lightly on his happy trail.

“Hey, you got a lil sumthin,” you said with a point and a smile.

“Oh…” he looked down at himself and then looked at you, remembering how much he had doused you, “Oh! I’ll get a towel!”

You told him where to find one and he soon returned wielding a washcloth, he gently cleaned you up before tossing the towel off the side of the bed, then laying back down beside you.

“So uh… does this warrant me getting some extra credit?” You joked.

He laughed lightly and responded, “Oh, after that? You just passed the class with flying colors.”

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