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ratedfleur · 22 hours
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nsfw links | mark lee edition
mark lee x male & fem reader genre ౨ৎ explicit
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[link] - sometimes, mark just likes to get all pretty and stripped down before touching himself at the thought of you behind the camera.
[link] - whenever mark wants you to get on top, this meant that he would let you do whatever you wanted at whatever pace you set and he couldn’t complain about it.
[link] - mark has always been a sucker for cumming on your tits because to him, it was as if he had made a mark on you, claiming you as his.
[link] - he didn’t really want to be honest and give into his wants but sometimes mark just wants to have you on top so he could see all of you as you’re riding him.
[link] - mark had always been a hair puller when he fucked you from behind because this way, he could make his point that he wasn’t kidding about fucking you.
[link] - you knew that mark was up and ready to go for another round when you realize that he had been fondling your breasts, waiting for you to notice that he was now rock hard inside of you.
[link] - mark simply liked to fuel you up just to get you to fuck him hardly, put him in his place because he likes it better to be fucked that way.
[link] - though mark fucked like a beast, he knew well that his kisses would soothe you when you’re on the verge of sobbing.
[link] - sometimes, mark is a little too big for you to take because of how hard and fast he was fucking your hole.
[link] - mark just wants to be a little tease and force his cock down your throat, liking the way you gag and how your throat contracts around his cock.
[link] - a little obsessed with your panties, mark likes to make you wear tiny bikinis during sex just for him to strip off of you later on.
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teasteeper · 2 days
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2:03 18+
toxic loser bf!hendery who’s so obsessed with you and needy.. needs you in his bed wearing his clothes while he games at his desk. he really doesn’t care that you’re bored, relishing in the way you whine for his attention. it goes to his head, having a way too hot girlfriend who’s desperate for his attention after years of girls paying him no mind. he gets cocky and kinda mean, ignoring you on purpose so you’ll beg for him.
“one more game” he smiles to you over his shoulder, fixing his headset back over his ears and grabbing his controller.
“you’re dumb as fuck” yangyang deadpans over the mic, “how are you in game when your girl’s right there?” yangyang sounds genuinely pissed, and hendery just takes it as jealousy, chest filling with pride and smirking to himself as the game starts.
he finally comes to bed when you’ve given up whining out his name and nudging his shoulder, missing the attention. he lays on his back beside you, sighing out as he rubs his dry eyes. he makes you miss him even when he’s in the same room, barely having to wait for you to crawl over him and straddle his waist, bending down to bury your face in his neck. that smug smirk never seems to leave his face, lips quirked in a lopsided smile as he smooths his big hands up your bare thighs and plays with the hem of your his shirt. “what’s wrong, pretty? miss me?”
truth is he’s off his face whenever he touches you. not that he’d admit it, but he can’t believe you’re his, blood rushing to his cock at the feeling of your soft skin, your bare tits under his shirt. it’s 0 to 100, from ignoring you to his hands everywhere, one hand tugging at your perked nipple while the other grabs the back of your neck, his jaw flexing as he works messy open mouth kisses onto your neck. “ride me” he huffs, bucking his hips up to press his hard length to your clothed cunt.
he watches with hooded eyes as you pull his sweats and boxers down his hips, letting you do all the work. he holds back his moans when you sit on his cock, jaw tensing and brows furrowing as he tries to focus on your wet walls and hushed moans, not daring to miss any of your pretty sounds.
he’s all heart eyes as he watches your expression, your pupils wide and lids low with pleasure, your hands on his chest as you swivel your hips. “take it all, baby” he instructs. “m’trying” you whine, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you struggle to take his entire length. your brows pinch in frustration, whining and huffing as you look down, sticky juices dripping down the two extra inches of him you’re struggling to take.
hendery’s heart swells, too desperate to fuck you to tease you, “unh- fuck it, come here”
he grabs your hips, laying you on your back and leaning over you, his biceps flexed on either side of your head as he holds himself above you. it doesn’t take long before his ego crumbles, getting soft and going so slow as he eases back into your cunt. “that’s it” he whispers, pushing a knee to your chest and opening you up for him, “perfect fit, baby. perfect little pussy.. made f’me”
his thumb circles your clit, looking down to watch your sticky cunt take him to the base. dark strands fall over his forehead, jaw tense and veins popping in his forearm as he pinches the bundle of nerves between his thumb and first finger. a shaky groan leaves his chest, catching the small bump in your tummy reappear with every thrust.
“hen- kiss” he sighs out at the sound of your broken voice, pinching your jaw between his fingers and pressing his lips to yours. his thrusts are steady and deep, pushing his tongue past your lips and swallowing your mewls and whines are you squeeze around his cock. “cum” he huffs into your mouth, his abs flexing and buff chest heaving with heavy breaths as he reaches his end at the same time.
he pulls away, replacing his tongue with his fingers, pushing two digits past your kiss swollen lips. “hey pretty girl” he whispers, hazy gaze watching your lips close around his fingers, your doe eyes wet with unshed tears as he rocks his hips softly, fucking his cum into you. “need me to do everything, hm?”
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neoculturecollectives · 23 hours
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I read your Jisung sfw and nsfw post…
Jisung is totally the type of guy who has dirty thoughts about you but he would never initiate anything sexual because he’s too scared of rushing you or making you uncomfortable, but if you were to ask him if he’d feel uncomfortable with the idea of y’all being intimate he’d get shy and struggle to admit he thinks about it way too often 🫢
sooooo.... I had started this because well... I'm always soft for that pinhead and this may be a bit redundant and some of it might not even mesh with what was in the other one but whatever we love our big fluffy boi
just as before this is fluff and light?? smut, fem!reader
if you wanna read the one mentioned, go here
MINORS, FUCK OFF
Boyfriend!Jisung Who...
Buys you flowers and slaps you with them because he's annoying
comes home with food all the time
and you complain but you love it because this man makes sure you're always fed
"if your tummy is always full, you can't run from me"
likes to hide your things because he wants you to ask him for help
"Andrew, I can't find my sewing kit"
"did you just call me Andrew?"
"Yes I did, Anderson..."
"d'you need help finding that sewing kit or not?"
he's a space boy so he's always talking about space and if he's drunk he's in the zone
"so aliens aren't stupid... if they're capable of creating and operating technology so advanced that they can travel all over the universe, the whyy do they keep crashing in cornfields? shit- why aren't they crashing anywhere else? I believe in them but I feel like mankind wants to be smarter and better than everything else so badly that they'll insult the intelligence of just about anything."
"aw babe you've really put a lot of thought into that"
"I had to... I needed to make sure it made sense before I mentioned it to you. I didn't want you to think I was crazy and dump me"
"Sungie why would I dump you?"
"for thinking I'm crazy.... I just said that but that's not important right now- you gotta keep up- this is serious, okay?"
calls your mom just because he can
"your mom said she hasn't spoken to you in a few days, why haven't you called her?"
"Maybe of you weren't always on the phone with her, she'd answer when I call her dude"
"Well she invited me out for brunch so maybe you can come along too"
"maybe?"
"y/n if you're jealous then just say so"
reads to you because he knows his voice is one of your favorite things about him
shares his little rants, rambles, and questions with you
"Okay but instead of sending Jesus to the cross, why didn't everyone get one chance to file for like... spiritual bankruptcy and then after that for every sin you commit then you have to do something that bothers you like walk around for a week with wet socks or with a piece of steak stuck in your molars?"
"baby, are you okay?'"
"no, I need answers."
is so respectful because he doesn't want you thinking he likes the sex more than he likes you
moans in your ear when you're close because he knows you'll cum harder if he's moaning and talking you through it
he can barely form a sentence if he looks at you for too long but he can look you in your eyes and talk dirty to you while he's throttling you
he loves the way his hands look around your neck
he has a big dick
like it's fucking huge and your favorite thing is when he's telling you that you take it just like a good girl should
he's cutie pooks in the streets and Mr. Park in the sheets
no seriously one day you called him Mr. Park and he practically took you right there
he loves watching the way you take his cock so he always slides into you so slowly that it's almost torture
had you convinced that he had the equipment but didn't lnow how to use it and after your first time together he was smug af
"are you okay?"
"Jisung... don't you... I thought..."
"what? you thought you were gonna have to fake it?"
he's nasty but he's classy about it
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sincerelyneo · 6 hours
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no judgement | l.mk
“i can be your lover or your shoulder to cry on, you can be whoever you like”
💿now playing: no judgement by niall horan
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❯ summary: Mark’s shocked to see you at his front door step crying, but he isn’t surprised. You do this all the time - get a new boyfriend and forget about your childhood best friend. And the minute that asshole dumps you, you always want him to pick up the pieces. And he will. He always does.
❯ pairings: mark x fem!reader (brief mention of yuta)
❯ genre: friends to strangers to lovers? smut, angst
❯ words: 4.9k
❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, protected sex, lowkey sub!mark, hookup, rebound sex, glasses kink, big dick mark bc yes, oral sex (m receiving), nipple play, slight begging, yuta is an asshole for the plot, reader is also kinda mean, mentions of cheating (not between mark + y/n), slight unrequited love, use of ‘pretty girl’, reader uses she/her pronouns.
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Mark thinks his mind is playing tricks on him. I mean - it would make sense - the last time he’d checked the clock on his desk it was 12:17 am. So, there’s no way the light knocking on his front door is really happening…right? 
He tries to focus on the papers in front of him - a work assignment that was due last week that he’d already managed to get an extension on. He knows his boss will have his balls if he doesn’t have it completed and on his desk by 8:00 am sharp tomorrow (today). 
However, Mark’s fears of premature insanity are put to a quick end this time when the knocking is paired with an unnecessarily loud yelling through his letter box. 
“Mark Lee if you don’t open this door right now, I swear I’ll kick your ass the next time I see you.” 
Now that - the sound of your voice - wasn’t in his imagination. 
You bang harder, clear that you're using a fully clenched fist to make as much noise as possible.  “I’m serious dude, I’ve kicked your ass before, and I’ll do it again. Now open. The. Door.” 
Mark knows he should just ignore you, pretend that he’s sleeping and focus on his work; but, he hasn’t seen you in months, and you are supposed to be his best friend after all. He can’t just leave you out on the street at this hour — he won’t — what sort of friend would he be?
He rises from his desk, removes his glasses, and places them gently on the wooden surface before pinching the bridge of his nose.
You knock (pound) again. 
“‘Alright alright, jeez, I’m coming,” he says, followed by a small curse as he ushers through his hallway to the front door. 
As he swings the door open, he’s almost hit with a nasty sucker punch to the cheek as you simultaneously raise your fist to knock again.
“Woah there, calm down, you’re gonna get me a noise complaint,” he flinches. 
“I think it’s a little too late for that,” you point to the house next door, “That woman has been glaring at me from her window since I got here.” 
Mark peers out of his house, the cold night air nipping at the tips of his ears, and sees his neighbour looking down shaking her head disapprovingly at him. He raises his hand in a feeble apology, with a tight-lipped smile to ease the edge, but it doesn’t, he knows it doesn’t and he knows he’s going to have to do a lot of ass kissing in the morning. 
“Well, Mrs Kim and her husband have just had a baby.” 
He watches you shrug then grimace, “How was I supposed to know that? They didn’t have one the last time I was here.” 
It’s now when Mark takes in the person standing in front of him, a mere silhouette of his childhood best friend. You’re barefoot, which already raises questions in his mind, and a bottle of wine is in your hand. Your hair is dishevelled and mascara smudged under the bottom of your eye – which makes sense since he can see the faded redness from where he knows you’ve been crying. 
 “So, you gonna let me in or what? I’m freezing my ass off out here.”
Well obviously, Mark thinks, you’re wearing nothing but a short black dress, covered by a thin sheer blazer leaving your legs completely bare in the middle of winter. Your teeth chatter and he has to suppress the smile threatening to dance on his lips because it reminds him of when the two of you used to mess around in the snow during winter break back in high school.
But he pushes those memories to the side, just like his front door, as he makes enough room for you to slip into his house. As you step inside, you waste no time making yourself comfortable - old habits die hard you guess - remembering how things used to be.
You remove the blazer you're wearing and walk over to Mark's desk, draping it over the back of his chair. Your eyes fall on the sheets of paper scattered across the surface, partially covered by his glasses. You recall that he had stopped wearing them during junior year, opting for contacts instead - a decision you found disappointing. You had always liked his glasses; they made him look kind of... cute.
“I’m not interrupting you, am I?”
Yes. 
“Nah, not really,” Mark shrugs following in from behind you. 
“Really?” You ask picking up a sheet of paper as you raise an eyebrow, “Marketing campaign for neo gummies, on my desk Monday 8:00 am.”
There’s a smile on your face as you read it because it’s nice to know that the Mark standing in front of you is the same as the one you grew up with. He was always the last person to hand in his college assignments, and school science projects; but don’t get it wrong, he’d always ace them. 
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve basically finished it.”
Mark’s lying, and you can easily tell by the way his arm reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. It's a mannerism you've become aware of, noticing how he used to do it when you asked him for his opinions on some of your uglier fashion choices throughout high school. 
“You sure?” You add, “I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with your boss or anything. Especially now that you live in this fancy-ass townhouse, your mortgage payments must be crazy.”
Mark shakes his head with a smile, reaching for his glasses and putting them back on. “They’re not that crazy…”
You give him a knowing look, his living room alone is practically the size of most apartments in the city. But you didn’t expect anything less from him, he’d always worked hard for everything he had. He graduated with flying colours, found a high-paying job after college, bought a nice house; and you’re sure that one day he’d secure himself a nice girl to live in it with him. 
What you’re trying to say is Mark Lee had something to show for himself, which is more than you can say after you took a more leisurely approach to college. Mark had always worked a little too hard for your liking, or maybe you just worked a little too easy for his. Either way, he’s the one with his life put together and you’re just…standing barefoot in his living room, looking a mess, with a bottle of alcohol in your hand.  
“Well then, since I’m not imposing, how ‘bout a drink?” You suggest, waving the bottle of wine in the air in an attempt to win him over and distract yourself from your own reality. As shitty as it sounds, you come to Mark to escape the chaos of your own life, so dwelling on comparisons isn't something you want to keep doing.
For Mark though, he knows he shouldn't indulge in a drink – after all, the work assignment on his desk is practically begging to be completed. But he's always struggled to say no to you, and he's well aware that you know that too. It's why you're so comfortable knocking on his door in the early hours of the morning when most of the city is asleep; you know he'll always open up for you.
And that’s exactly why he’s heading into his kitchen and rooting through his cabinets until he finds two wine glasses. 
When he comes back into the living room, he finds you standing by the fireplace. It's not unusual, considering you were freezing just moments ago on his doorstep from your attire. However, what catches him off guard is that you're not warming yourself by the fire; instead, you're holding a picture – Mark's favourite one – taken by his parents on the day you got your wisdom teeth removed.
"No way you kept this," you groan, though there's a hint of laughter in your voice.
"Of course I did. You were completely out of it on anaesthesia, going on about marrying Lee Taemin," Mark replies.
You squeeze your eyes shut, remembering the way you sent the hot senior you had a crush on in your freshman year a DM in your high state. “Oh gosh, don’t remind me.”
But truthfully, that's not the sole reason Mark kept that picture, or why he still chooses to display it despite having hundreds of clearer, better ones of the two of you together. He treasures that particular photo because it was the day you told him you loved him – although you never brought it up again. Mark pins it down to you not remembering from the anaesthetic, but that photo, it’s the last slither of hope he has left. 
“Well, I must say, Mark Lee, you have had quite the glow-up since your high school days,” you laugh putting the picture back on the fireplace. 
Mark can't believe his cheeks are warming up as if he were that same teenager – pathetic, he thinks. And he wants to say the same about you, but he hardly recognizes you. You're a completely different person from the girl in the picture, and while he loves you, truly, it doesn't change the fact that you're a mess sitting before him.
To his defence, it's impossible not to notice it; he saw it the moment he opened the door and saw your smudged makeup and raw eyes – you’re defeated. And even though he knows precisely why, he still asks.
 "What are you doing here, Y/N?"
You swallow, “Can’t I just come and see my best friend?”
“No, you can’t.”
His words carry a double-edged sword, both an accusation directed at you and an expression of the hurt he's experienced from your repeated instances of ghosting him over the last few months. 
You begin pouring yourself a generous glass of the wine you brought along. If you were going to have this conversation with him, you weren't about to do it sober.
“Yuta broke up with me.”
And there it is. You always do this –  get a new boyfriend and forget about your childhood best friend. And the minute the asshole in question dumps you, you always want him to pick up the pieces. 
And Mark hadn't forgotten the name Yuta; in fact, it had been seared into his mind ever since you posted a picture with him on your Instagram account, looking all lovey-dovey. And then Mark had gone into full stalker mode – because of course he did – he always did. But the thing with Yuta was that he was one step ahead. One particularly awful day at work, when Mark wanted to check your account, he found himself blocked.
Honestly, Mark doesn’t blame Yuta, he’d be lying if he said all his thoughts about you were completely innocent, but you’d never blocked him over a guy before. He's accustomed to the isolation, the ghosting, and the personality changes that come with you getting a new boyfriend; but being digitally blocked by you was a new low. It's safe to say Mark had already formed his opinion about your new ex-boyfriend: he was definitely an asshole.
"Why did he break up with you?" he asks, not out of genuine concern, but rather out of selfish relief. Still, he knows it's the right thing to do.
“He found someone else, or I found him fucking someone else,” you spit bitterly, “and do you know what? That fucker didn’t even give me a chance to grab my shoes before he kicked me out.”
You take a long gulp from your glass, the liquid burning slightly as it goes down your throat, and then you flop back on the sofa. Your movements are heavy, weighed down by more than just the alcohol in your system. As you sink into the cushions, a wave of emotion crashes over you, threatening to engulf you completely. It's a moment of vulnerability that you've been holding back, and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. You try to fight them, push down the rising tide of emotions, but it's futile. 
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he reassures, quickly taking a seat beside you on the sofa and resting a gentle hand on your thigh, where he begins to rub small, soothing circles into your skin, just like he used to do. "You can stay here tonight."
You groan into your hands, you can’t believe you're acting like this – pathetic – and it has you immediately defensive. “Don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, so quiet Mark almost misses it.
“Like what?”
“All judgy.”
“When have I ever judged you, Y/N?” he questions, his tone gentle, “I’m always your shoulder to cry on, we’re past the judgement stage,”
"I don't cry that much," you protest weakly.
“Well…” he starts, that teasing look in his eye you love.
In response, you push his chest playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Because you’ve missed this – missed him.
And that’s the part that always stings the most: how effortlessly you two slip back into each other's company. Despite not speaking for a couple of months, it's like you didn’t lose any time. And perhaps that's why Mark finds it so easy to keep forgiving you, and why you find it so natural to slide in and out of his life and then expect him to mend your broken heart.
Mark grabs the hand you used to push his chest and looks at you seriously but gently, “Seriously, Y/N, you can just be yourself with me, just like it’s always been.”
His words resonate with you, stirring something deep within the pit of your stomach. You meet his gaze with glossy eyes, and in that moment, you feel an overwhelming surge of emotion. Without hesitation, you lean in and press your lips to his. 
It's a tender kiss, soft and sweet just how you expected Mark’s lips to be. And he melts into it just as much as you do, if not more so. It’s like he craves it, like he’s hungry for it. And he is because you – his first-ever crush, the girl he’s been in love with since he could remember – is pressing her lips to his. The teenager in him is jumping up and down right now.
Just as you're about to deepen the kiss, your face bumps into his glasses, causing both of you to pause as they sit askew on his face. Mark blushes and begins to fumble with them, but just as he's about to take them off, your hand wraps around his and stops him.
“Mmmm. Keep ‘em on,” you bite your lip as you reposition them on the bridge of his nose. “I like them.”
“I didn't realize you had a glasses kink,” he teases.
“Neither did I...just like them on you.”
That triggers something inside of him because his tongue lightly sweeps over your bottom lip where he nips it with his teeth. One of his hands reaches up to cup the nape of your neck; the other finds its way to the hem of your dress, intrusive fingers brushing over your bare skin, making you gasp.
He stills.
Did he just fuck this up? Was he reading it wrong?
There’s a fraction of a beat where you just breathe against him, and Mark feels a twinge of self-consciousness. And just when he’s about to apologise, you dive into him and all reservations are thrown out the window as you give him the green light. 
His hand wraps around your waist and he pulls you over his lap to straddle him. It gives him all the access he needs to grab your thighs and lift you up as he stands. He keeps your lips connected as he wraps your legs around his waist, pressing into you just enough to feel the swelling in his crotch. 
If you thought he was hungry for it before, now he’s starving. 
Your arms wrap around his neck, your breasts crushing against his chest. Your hips start to move against him without any control, almost like it’s instinctual. You suck on his tongue and he groans. And God if it isn’t the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. 
“You feel so fucking good, Y/N,” he says into your mouth, “Are we really doing this?”
You smile against his lips, “We’re doing this.”
You both take that as a confirmation to go harder, kissing like you’ve been starved of each other for years, and Mark supposes you have. His body moulds to yours and you feel his hand wander to your ass making your dress lift as he carries you out of the living room. 
When you see him heading for the staircase you know exactly where his head is at, and when he opens his bedroom door with you still in his arms, you feel wetness pool right between your legs. 
He drops you on the bed so gently and carefully not to hurt you – because even though he’s so goddamn horny right now – he’s still Mark. When your back hits the whites of his sheets it gives you a moment to look at him, his chest is heaving, lips swollen and cheeks flush. His hair is tousled and it makes your blood run cold. 
He looks like pure sex. Hot sex. Good, filthy, all-night-long sex. And you want him, more than you’ve ever wanted any man before in your life.
Mark kneels on the bed in the space between your legs, coming close enough to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, and you wonder if he sees you the same way you see him right now. He brushes your cheek gently with his thumb and you lean into his caress and plant a small kiss against his palm. 
His lips meet yours again as his hands slip between you two. They glide up your leg, to your stomach to under your dress, where he finds you not wearing a bra as your nipples pebble under his rough hands. 
Instinctively, your arms stretch over your head, reluctantly breaking the kiss so he can tug the material off and over you, lips crashing back together as you roll your hips into his with desperation and need. 
Mark groans when he pulls away to look at your naked chest in front of him, it’s a picture he thinks. One that needs to be hung up in an art gallery or some shit – actually now that he thinks about it – he hates the idea of you being on display like that for someone else.
His fingers wind themselves in your hair, a delightful shiver skittering along your body as you soften into his touch. You can’t help but grin suggestively as you look him in the eyes, top teeth holding down on your lower lip as your hands creep low enough to hook into the band of his pyjama bottoms. 
Mark practically whimpers as your hand teases at the elastic, “Please.”
The plea has you smiling wider, knowing exactly what he wants. You remove his bottoms without a second thought, the same time he strips from his t-shirt. His cock springs free, thick and long and straining so eagerly for you. 
You get a thrill knowing you’re the one who’s made him this hard and that makes you want to please him badly. So you do, taking control and flipping him over to be underneath you. He gasps at the motion and then he almost cums untouched at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, lowering yourself down just enough to kiss the tip of his cock.
The teasing touch sends a chill right through him. He leans back on his arms just to see you, eyebrows strained as he concentrates, glasses slightly fogged – he wants to remember exactly what you look like like this. You’re intoxicating, strong enough for him to get drunk on.
“So pretty,” he murmurs under a soft breath and you blush.
You lick your lips, focusing on his cock, flattening your tongue from the base all the way up to his head, where the slit is leaking with pre-cum. You hear him suck in a breath and it makes you smile. 
You like knowing he’s needy, teasing him to ignite small reactions, but continuing to do so would only be hell for you; because right now you want nothing more than to suck on his cock like it’s the last thing you’ll ever taste. 
You wrap your hand around his shaft and don’t waste another second before your mouth is sinking to suck on him. You manage all you can – there’s a lot of him – and use your fingers to move up the length you don’t swallow, stroking him painstakingly slow.   
As you kiss and lick at him, Mark is going mad because it’s your mouth. Your mouth is wet and hot and currently wrapped around him good enough that his thighs have started trembling. 
It’s not long before his hands find your hair and he helps you to slide more of his cock inside, knowing exactly when to stop instead of making you take too much. But he’s big and thick and your mouth barely covers him – which he hates – it feels like a reminder that he’s not made for you. 
The thought has him letting out a growl, which catches you by surprise from the whimpering mess he was seconds ago. The grip he has on your hair tightens. 
“Fuck, Y/N, suck me harder…” The dirty words sound dominant at first, but they trail off as you continue sucking on him, a lot like you’re melting him, and you fucking love that idea. 
The thought of having him be so desperate for you is making you wetter and needier. And it’s that need that has you reaching up to graze his nipples with your fingers. Mark finds the chill of your cold digits distinctive, responding with a mewl that rings between the walls of his room. 
You can't believe such a small touch makes him so…responsive. 
Every tug on his sensitive peak is enough to pull a sound from his pink lips, enough to make him writhe his hips and edge his cock further into your mouth. 
You twist and pinch and watch as Mark’s face twists in the feeling, mouth dropping open to release a stuttered breath. It’s so sensual - so carnal. 
You pull off his cock with a sickening pop, looking up at him with spit-covered lips. “Who would have guessed your nipples would be so sensitive?” 
Your hand stays at a steady pace, stroking him slowly as you speak. Mark shivers from the loss of your warm mouth around him, but there’s still a part of him that’s glad you stopped. But not because he doesn’t want this — he does, so badly — but because he was starting to feel his cock’s overwhelming urge to twitch with his orgasm. And there was no fucking way he was going to cum before he’d even buried himself inside you. 
In a cooling breath, he replies, “Only sensitive for you.” 
Warmth flushes on your face, and the arousal soaking between your legs begs to soak his cock. He’s so cute when he is all red-faced and whiny, eyes closed tightly as his brows knit together. And you suppose his own state of neediness triggers yours. 
“Want you inside of me now, Mark,” you pant, “Need it.” 
“Fuck~” his voice drips like honey as he moans, hands moving to grab at your waist to flip you under him.
You push yourself further up the bed and he crawls after you. It’s only now he realises the lace barrier still on your skin standing between you and his cock. Your panties are dark blue and they look so pretty against your skin.
He leans down, kissing the inside of your knee, letting his fingers slip up your ankle to cradle your smooth calf.
“Sometime tonight,” you tease.
But Mark likes to go slow, he likes to savour in your sight, study your body to remember every detail for his next late-night fantasy. He wants to bask in you being so bare and so ready for him — not your ex-boyfriend — him. 
He skims his hands further up your bare legs until he slides your underwear down and disregards them somewhere on the floor. Then, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, pressing your chests together skin to skin. He likes it like that — being so close and so intimate with you that it's almost raw. 
He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom. You don’t take your eyes off him once as he rips it open with his teeth and rolls it down the entirety of his length. Heat pools in your stomach because this is happening — and that makes your pussy throb. 
He keeps his eyes on yours as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing inside of you, breathless. You can’t help but sink your head back into the mattress, eyes closing.
“Eyes open.”
You lazily blink them open.
“Eyes always on me pretty girl,” he demands, thrusting into you. 
You’ve never felt anything like him. You feel so full. He’s everywhere. Even your lungs and head are filled with him.
“Taking me so well pretty,” he groans.
His praise has you gushing, whining with the feeling of him stuffing you. It’s not awkward like the first time having sex with someone can be. It feels like you’ve always been doing this.
“You’re okay?” he asks.
He sounds calm, but you can see the restraint that he’s barely holding on to by the tightening in his jaw, and the tension in his brow.
“More than okay. Just fuck me, Mark. Please.”
He brushes his lips over yours and whispers, “Oh I plan to.”
You smile, but it’s quickly gone as he starts to move, fucking you slowly, then quicker and quicker, and harder and faster. The headboard is banging against the wall, surely denting it, and you know if the neighbours weren’t already pissed about your knocking they’d definitely be pissed now. 
And selfishly, you can’t find it in you to give a shit because he’s like a machine, working thrusts into you at all the right angles to elicit sweet moans from your lips. 
You’re panting and groaning like a bitch in heat. Mind fuzzy with euphoria as your flesh slaps loudly together. If college you knew that Mark Lee, your best friend, was about to give you an orgasm she would have laughed in your face. 
But, God, the man can fuck. 
He urges you onto his cock harder, clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, each time your hips connected in powerful thrusts. 
“Oh God, Mark,” you try your best to keep your eyes open, but the pleasure is threatening to consume you. 
“That’s it. Cum on my cock pretty girl. I won’t come until you do.”
The idea makes you want to hold off forever, let him fuck you for hours just to bask in the feeling of your closeness. However, your body disagrees with that sentiment, and suddenly you’re cumming hard. 
“Shit,” he hisses, feeling your walls flutter around his length. 
Mark doesn’t slow down though, he fucks you through your orgasm like a madman, hammering deep to the hilt to chase his high. 
“I’m gonna cum, Y/N…shit…fuck…” He growls a sound so erotic in your ear, you feel like you might cum again.
He sags onto you, his body heavy but not crushing, his skin warm against yours. You touch your fingers to his cheek. 
“I don’t think I can move,” he says, breathless.
“So, don’t.”
The tips of Mark’s ears turn red at the suggestion, but eventually, he figures he needs to move — much to his dismay. He eases out of you, catching hold of the condom and pulling it off his cock. He rolls off of you and out of bed to put it in the trash before he’s back next to you, arms engulfing you in a hug. 
You look up at him and he presses a kiss on your lips before pulling back. “Are you staying?” 
“Do you want me to?”
“I asked first.” He says.
“I’ll stay if you want me to stay.”
Liar.
Mark swallows, “Okay well, I’ll get us breakfast in the morning then, yeah?”
He says it but he knows come the morning you’ll have slipped out in the middle of the night because this isn’t the first time he’s had sex with you. 
Mark has always been your rebound. Yes, he’s your best friend, but he’s also your favourite hookup call when your boyfriend’s being an asshole.
And he knew that when he first heard you knocking on his front door. He knows you'll never change – and strangely, he's content with that, he’s accepted it. Because even though he knows you'll move on again, he doesn't mind keeping your secrets safe until the next time when you want a man to heal your heart.
Because Mark will settle for being a pity fuck if it means he gets to be a constant in your life.
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glitchfiles · 4 months
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only 'til dawn. [ljn]
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pairing ⋆ badboy!jeno x inexperienced/goodgirl!reader
wordcount ⋆ 2.7k+
warnings ⋆ SMUT MINORS DNI!!!, softdom!jeno, smoking, shotgunning, car sex, big dick jeno, corruption, praise, light degradation, oral (m receiving), cowgirl, spanking (once), light choking, creampie...
note ⋆ i had to leave this one in my drafts for some time first because i didn't want to upload two car sex fics in a row then i wanted to rewrite it then i couldn't be asked to do that fully... so yeah, enjoy :D
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"fuck," jeno drawls out as his head lolls to the side, "you're shit at this." he chuckles at your feeble attempt to give him a blowjob.
you look up at him, he seems totally unphased by your attempts to get him off, even going as far as to fish a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of the inner pocket of his leather jacket. the scowl that forms on your brow shows how much it dents your pride; he smirks down at you tauntingly.
"open your mouth a little more." he places a cigarette between his lips and lights the end. "you don't mind if i smoke, right?" you roll your eyes, he could have asked before. at least he had the courtesy to wind the window down.
there was no reason for you to debase yourself like this, the whole situation is beyond demeaning. you’re on your knees in the back of jeno’s car, struggling to please him and now he’s having a smoke mid-head?!
it felt as if your jaw was about to unhinge at any moment, you didn’t know it could stretch this far. the girls in the videos made it look so easy, compared to them, the way you were slobbering all over his girth was far from sexy. not to mention how you were clumsily pumping the rest of his length. not to toot your own horn, but you picked things up easily, this was a whole different ballpark to academic work. 
"you're too big," you whine. your lack of experience definitely didn't have anything to do with the shoddy head you were giving. how he was still hard was a wonder, you’re sure he’s seconds away from going flaccid.
normally, he would have put an end to the whole thing. it's not like he wasn't one text away from a few girls that could suck the soul out of him. however, considering how unsavoury his reputation was, the fact that you, the university’s golden girl, and much-revered student union president, were so eager to please him behind closed doors inflated his ego more than anything else could.
he couldn’t help but find humour in how ardently you refused to acknowledge him in public at times like this; if you spotted him on campus you looked the other way. but the moment he shot you a text, you were swooning and giggling, begging to meet up. so, here you were, in the dead of night, at the back of an empty parking lot a couple of miles away from campus.
“you’re lucky you have a patient teacher, i’m going to turn you into an expert!” jeno directs you between drags of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the windows as he laughs at you being unable to get the hang of it. saying you feel frustrated would be an understatement.
"i don't want to do this anymore," you sit up, finally admitting defeat and letting his heavy cock flop down against his abdomen. if jeno were a better person, he would have stopped you a few minutes ago, but you were so eager to please him and he loved the adorable pout on your lips and how your brows furrowed whenever you were exasperated.
"then what do you want to do?" you can think of a few things, but they would be super embarrassing to say. so, you refused to answer. he sighs before slotting his cigarette between his lips, leaving his hands free to pull you onto his lap.
"wanna try?" you don't know what possesses you, but you nod. 
how bad can it be? 
he taps the burnt end off, letting the ashes fall out the window before setting the cigarette between your lips. it feels childish to admit, but the fact that you had shared an indirect kiss makes you smile. this doesn't last long, though; after a short pull, you end up choking.
"god, that's awful!" you squeak as he belly laughs, only stopping when you hit his chest. all he's done tonight is tease you.
"i thought so too when i first tried." he soothes you, so as to not incur any more of your light-handed wrath. "why don't we start with some baby steps?" 
you're unsure what he means until his large, rough hand is placed gently under your jaw and his thumb brushes over your lower lip, "open up for me, angel."
he takes a long drag before tilting his head to the side and filling your mouth with a thick cloud of smoke. you're not sure what this is, but it feels intimate. it feels as if he’s breathing life into you. your whole body warms and tingles, your head spins, and a fire lights in your core.
once his lungs are empty, he seals it with a kiss. it's slow and passionate. his hand slides round to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. maybe it’s the nicotine running through your veins, you feel lightheaded. you let him slip his tongue past your lips to dance around your own.
the sweet flavour of your strawberry lip balm he was used to intermingled with the bitterness of his cigarette. he can't help but groan at the fact you taste a lot more like him now. 
the cigarette he's momentarily forgotten in his hand gets flicked away to burn to a butt somewhere on the tarmac outside. his now free hand comes to rest on your hip. it guides your body forwards, bringing your clothed centre flush against his bare cock.
you mewl into his mouth, he swallows down the sound. he’s greedy for more and starts rocking against you. grinding out then gulping down your noises, they go straight down to his cock. it’s throbbing, you can feel how painfully hard he is underneath you. only when he’s met with an uncomfortable stickiness due to his precum seeping through his shirt does he put an end to his gluttony.
a begrudging whine fills the car as he pulls your lips away from him. the look in his eyes alone was almost enough to make you cream, it was different to the cocky, yet lewd, eye fucking that seemed to be his default. those dark eyes of his turned into endless pits of boundless desire.
warm hands glide under your sweater, tugging it over your head, off your body to let it land somewhere in the front of his car. he does the same with his own shirt, sitting back to let you admire the rippling muscles on his torso. you delicately placed a hand on his chest, sliding it down to his abdomen; it seems he doesn’t have to have his dick in your mouth to have you drooling over him.
“like what you see, baby?” the smug look on his face makes your stomach twist.
“shut up,” you smash your lips against his again before he can speak again. 
jeno rushes to unclasp your bra, pushing the fabric out of his way so he can knead at your breasts; not before long, his mouth leaves you to pepper kisses down your neck then it encloses around one of your pert nipples. 
“mmm, jeno!” you mewl as his tongue laps at the bud, causing your back to arch in search of more stimulation. a hand weaves itself into his inky, thick locks, pushing him to give attention to the other side. “jeno, more!”
“i love hearing you say my name,” he growls against your chest, “wanted to hear you say it all week, but you don’t even spare me a glance unless i have my cock out.” 
you ignore the slight bitterness in his tone focusing on how he nips at your skin, leaving dark marks he hopes will last until he next sees you. marks that he hopes others will see and know you belong to someone; you’ll probably chastise him later over text but he doesn’t care, anything to keep him on your mind like you're always on his. 
reluctantly, he detaches himself from your chest and sits back, eyeing the drying traces of saliva he left with a dazed smile. 
“what next? tell me.” his hands delicately caress your hips, your cheeks begin to heat up and you avoid his eye contact. “don’t act all coy now, where’s the girl that begged me to drive her out here and fuck her dumb?” 
you were still clinging onto the last dregs of your virtuous good girl persona - the last white spots on a canvas he had first found unsullied. your first sin had been naivety, too easily seduced by a good-looking face and the sweet nothings he whispered in your ears but he had been more than happy to lengthen the list.
you wondered if this was how you had always been - or was he corrupting you. he broke down every conception you had of yourself and no one outside of the car you both sat in would believe this was you - you barely did yourself. some would say he was ruining you, but he’d never make you do something you didn’t want to, this was all you.
“please…” you let your head fall onto the crook of his neck, voice barely above a whisper. “want you inside.”
“a smart girl like you can be more descriptive than that.” he strokes a finger down your back, leaving a trail of heat on your spine, in hopes of prompting lewder vocabulary. you take a moment to chew your bottom lip and swallow down the last bit of dignity you had.
“please, fuck me.” you weep against the shell of his ear, “fill my pussy up, i need you so bad, jeno.” 
“sound so pretty when you tell me what you want.” his low-toned praise makes you shiver as he flips your skirt up and raises your hips. he pushes your panties to the side to position his cock at your dripping entrance. taking a second to tease your slit, making sure to brush over your swollen clit, only to hold you still when your hips jerk forward.
“look at me, angel.” you perk up for him, “so beautiful,” he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. his gaze holds yours firmly as he brings you down on his bulbous tip, stretching you out slowly.
you struggle to keep your eyes from shutting. your mouth hangs open letting out hushed gasps as you sink down an inch at a time. he thinks you’re the prettiest creature he’s ever laid eyes on. 
“keep going... yeah, just like that... so good...” his soft gaze, light touch and encouraging words make things easier. he can feel your walls begin to relax and hungrily accept his girth. 
“‘s so fucking big,” you wail out, not even having taken him fully. you couldn’t quite yet without his help, though you’ll get there eventually - he’d make sure of that. 
“i know, baby, but you take me so well. can you move for me?” you nod shyly, lifting yourself and dropping back down as far as you can with a long whine. up and down, you split yourself open over and over. 
jeno’s hands press into your flesh, silently encouraging you to take more of him. you work your hips faster, earning a deep groan from him as his head falls back. instinctively, your mouth attaches itself to his neck, mimicking the way he had kissed and sucked at your own earlier.
“for such a sweet, innocent girl, you sure do ride like a slut.” he breathily laughs as his hand comes down on your ass with a sounding slap. “like the way my cock stretches this tight cunt out.” there’s no hiding the way your walls clench at the sharp sting. you try to find refuge from your embarrassment by hiding your face in his shoulder, but he quickly takes ahold of your throat, forcing you to sit up straight.
“don’t hide from me,” he tells you warningly and squeezes your neck lightly. once again your eyes lock, his stare as intense as ever. your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you rest your hands on his strong chest, adopting a faster pace. 
he lets out moans which you naturally reciprocate, however, you embellish yours with his name; you feel his cock twitch at the sound of it. the look in his eyes turns wild as his fingers dig deeper into the meat of your ass, forming a nearly bruising grip; with the other hand, he’s careful not to cut off airflow but forms a hold that leaves you feeling dizzy. 
“you know exactly what you do to me.” he chuckles, “you were fucking made for me, made for taking my cock, weren’t you? yeah, so perfect, angel.”
your legs begin to shake, his words and his cock are quickly pushing you towards the pinnacle. you try your very best to work through the overwhelming pleasure and the ache in your thighs, wanting to get him off since you failed at sucking his dick. but you can't seem to power through it, tears well in your eyes as everything becomes too overwhelming, it's far too much.
“need help, baby?” his soft spot for you wins, “did such a good job for me. i’ll take care of you, make you cum all over my cock. want that?”
“please, need to cum so bad.” his hand leaves your neck and places itself and your other asscheek. he plants his feet firmly and then rams up into you.
your brain goes blank in an instant. 
he’s deep. so deep. too deep!
you cry out, nails digging into his broad, muscular shoulders to anchor yourself. the tears that had threatened to leave your eyes before stream down your face, staining your cheeks. your whole body quivers as his cock lays kisses on your cervix with each thrust. 
“jeno, oh my god, right there!” you practically scream. his face screws at the feeling of your walls constricting, getting tighter by the second and making it harder to move; he powers through by jackhammering into you with more force. 
it feels like you could break at any moment, he's bouncing you on his cock like you're a ragdoll and you're too weak to do anything but take and enjoy it. all it takes is a few more thrusts before you’re creaming all over him. your body seizes as your eyes roll back, and his name tumbles from your lips incessantly in pleasured sobs. 
it’s hard to keep you in one place as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, but he handles your squirming body with ease using his strength. the most ungodly wet squelches fill the car as he races towards his own release, your sticky mess clings to both of your thighs. 
“shit… pussy’s sucking me in so deep, gonna cum.” his chest rises and falls dramatically, he can barely breathe. his thrusts get choppier as he loses himself to the feral urge to paint your insides pearly white.
a heavy groan rips through him as his balls tighten, he nestles his cock nice and deep as he pours hot spurts of cum into you. he fills you with warmth; you feel complete for a moment. unfortunately, all good things must come to an end eventually. 
you could almost start crying again when he pulls you off of him. his praise on how well you took his cum as it dribbles out of your cunt makes up for it, though. his tongue swipes across his lips as he watches it drip all over his cock, unbothered by the fact half of it is soiling his leather car seats too. 
the sound of your wild breathing is all that fills the car for a moment until his lips find yours one last time. breathlessly kissing you, there is less vigour than before but just as much passion. your heart warms for a moment at the almost bashful smile on his face as he rests his forehead against yours and wipes the tears that still cling to your soft skin.
this feels right, perfect even, but it only takes a few words for him to fuck it all up.
“wanna come over to mine?” jeno regrets his words immediately, the expression on your face sour at the thought of someone spotting you walking into his dorm or one of his loud-mouthed roommates blabbering about you spending the night together.
give jeno a hand and he’ll end up taking the whole arm.
you pull away from him suddenly remembering who you are.
“don’t be ridiculous, you know i can’t even be caught dead with you.” you grimace at the mess between your legs as you reposition your panties; then, you search for the clothing he had strewn around the car.
you don’t even look at him when you demand him to. “just drop me off where you usually do.”
jeno grins even at your cold-hearted rejection. not just anyone could say they had a place between your legs; he’s sure he’ll have a place in your heart too soon enough…
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haetrack · 30 days
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continuing the nerd!haechan thoughts, i genuinely can’t get over the idea of him eating you out with his glasses on. when he gets a bit too stressed out with his nose buried in textbooks for hours on end, he comes to find you to bury his nose in your pussy instead.
he’s always so obsessed with your cunt, lost in his own world, that he doesn’t even realize the mess he’s making. all he cares about is making you feel good. he’d beg for you to cum on his face, not caring about how it would mess up his poor glasses and get them all dirty. he’d do it again and again if it meant getting to taste you.
i can’t be normal about this… please save me… i need to take a deep breath
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UMMM UMMM UM yeah… yeah… literally wrote this all in one sitting it hit me so hard… nerd!haechan we need u so bad… part 2 part 3
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it’s finals week.
normally, he’d head to the library, study until he felt satisfied and head back home afterwards. there would be no issues, and if there was something he didn’t know, he could figure it out in time. he’s always ready for his finals, notes written up perfectly, powerpoints all read through, nothing being able to stop him.
except this time, haechan can’t stop thinking about you.
he’s trying to read an article about… something for one of his classes, but nothing is making sense to him. all the words are blurring together, none of it sticking to his mind. all his thoughts trace back to you, thinking about how you rode him the other day. the sweet smile on your face when he begged to let you use him.
he can feel his cock stir in his sweats, any thought of studying now replaced with you. he wants you to use him like a toy, putting all his stress into you. he wants to taste you on his tongue, wants to feel you tug at his hair as you call him your good boy. he quickly takes his phone out of his pocket, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
haechan: are you at home right now?
you: yeah, why?
he doesn’t respond after that, quickly packing his things as he heads to your apartment.
when you answer the door, you’re met with haechan. he’s blushing, hands balled into fists at his sides as he dazedly stares at you. you cock your head to the side, “hey, are you alright?”
“you don’t know how bad i need you right now.” his hands cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. you laugh a bit, pulling him inside as you lock the door behind him. he desperately kisses you, the shy haechan from before no longer present. he mumbles against your lips, “couldn’t stop thinking about eating you out. almost got hard while studying all because of you.”
he whimpers when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. his hands are all over you, groping your flesh as he tries to pull you even closer. you hum, “slow down, baby. let’s head to the bedroom, yeah? let you eat me out?”
he’s tugging you to your own bedroom, slamming the door shut as he presses you against the wall. he’s all whines and whimpers when he pulls off your clothes, leaving you bare once he settles you on the bed. his pupils are dilated when he looks at you, drool practically spilling out of his mouth at the thought of you.
you’ve only let him do this once before, and there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than burying his face into your heat. he’s still fully clothed when he joins you on the bed, laying on his stomach as he parts your thighs. he sees how you’re dripping, wanting this just as much as he does. he licks his lips before placing kisses along your inner thighs.
you shiver at the feeling of his lips so close to where you need him. you warn, “don’t try teasing me, haechan.”
“wouldn’t- wouldn’t ever try doing that to you.”
he hovers over you, your scent all around him, flooding all of his senses. he licks a strip up your cunt before he sucks at your entrance, licking up all your slick. he can taste you on your tongue, nothing in the world compares to the sweet taste of your slick. he closes his eyes, sucking harshly at your clit.
you whine out his name as your hands move to thread through his hair, pulling him closer. you can feel the frames of his glasses press into your thighs, laughing internally with how he never takes them off. he says it's so he can see you better, and you can’t really argue with that. you hear the lewd sounds of him licking and slurping your cunt, not caring about how messy he's being.
he can’t say he didn’t expect you to tug at his hair, but it always feels so good when you do. you’re using him to get off, pulling him around to where you want him. he’s your personal toy, only made to pleasure you. he can’t help how his hips grind into the mattress, the thought of it all being too much for him to handle.
he manages to open his eyes when he hears more whines slip out of your mouth. he can’t really see, fog and your own slick coating his glasses as he tries to look at you. he moans out, burying his face deeper into your pussy. he can feel his tip leaking with precum, surely staining the front of his pants in an embarrassing way. he can hear your laugh now, calling him your sweet loser.
you call out to him, hands harshly gripping against the strands of his hair as his tongue reaches deep inside you, his nose pressing against your clit. you watch his hips rut into your bed, and it all sends shivers down your spine. “b-baby, you’re gonna make me cum. keep going and i’ll cum all over your face.”
“wan’ it, want it so bad. need you to cum, need to know how good i’m doing.”
you roll your hips into him, cumming all over his tongue as he helps ride you through your orgasm. his hips roll into your bed, his tip spurting cum into his sweats at the sight of you fucked out. he laps at your entrance, licking up the sweet taste of your cum. you release your grip on his hair, relaxing at his touch.
you realize his tongue doesn’t stop, mouth sloppily sucking on your clit as your thighs try to close around his head. he doesn’t try to move them, instead, looks up at you over his messy glasses, smeared with your cum. there’s no teasing in his eyes, only desperation that keeps on building. you let out a moan of his name, his hips continuing to fuck into your bed.
you try to weakly push his head away, but he swats away your hands. his hands reach to grab you by your waist keeping you in place as he pulls you even closer. “baby, please, you’re gonna- fuck, you feel so good- gonna make me cum again!”
he whimpers against your folds, ears ringing as he tries to stop himself from cumming that fast again. “j-just wanna,” he mumbles into you, “wanna feel you cum, wanna taste you, wanna make you feel good. want you to use me as much as you want!”
how could you say no to him?
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luvyeni · 3 months
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ACCIDENTALLY SENDING THEM A NUDE — BSF!NCT DREAM ꒱
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— cw. mentions of nudes, allusions to sex
authors note. nct dream is so fun to write text for , haechan especially !
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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MARK !
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RENJUN !
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JENO !
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HAECHAN !
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JAEMIN !
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CHENLE !
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JISUNG !
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©️LUVYENI
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majestyjun · 2 months
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# his girl !! … nsfw
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synopsis. jaemin likes it a little too much when you’re a little dumb,,, after all, you’re his girl to spoil.
tw. minors dni + nsfw !! somewhat bimbo f!reader, cocky jaem, college au, breeding kink, size kink, fingering, dumbification, pet names (his girl, princess)
a/n. my apologies to feminism uM this was a bit out of my control at this point loll it’s been so long since i wrote an actual fic ahaha this took forever
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it wasn’t his really fault. if he tried, he could have prevented your cute little sobbing mess,,, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re cutest to jaemin when you’re a little useless. fat tears welling up in your pretty eyes, crying into his pillow because you just couldn’t understand anything on that last exam, your muffled whines still audible through your hiccups, it just didn’t make any sense! ’m gonna fail! and sitting at his desk, thighs slightly spread as his arm rests over the back of his desk chair, jaemin watches your little sob fest that inevitably comes around every exam season because it’s just so hard, isn’t it?
it wasn’t really his fault you failed again though… except for the fact that he could’ve had something to do with how you had next to no studying done,, given that you’re just so perfect when you’re preoccupied with jaemin making you feel a little too good, making you conveniently forget about the next day’s tests. and it certainly didn’t have to do with how often he lets you come over, slapping his thigh for your cute ass to come sit down, a hand on your hip slipping a little lower before you can even pick up your pencil. so maybe you couldn’t think straight when you already arrived late to your exam… not if jaemin fucked your cute brain out a little too hard the night before.
and it’s not like he meant to make you fail… it was going to happen either way. jaemin and his straight a’s, flawlessly making his way through his years and charming professors, recruiters, anyone who spoke to him could hardly resist slipping their business card into his hands. he really tried to tutor you at first, his darling girlfriend with a penchant for failure. somewhere mid way through a library tutoring session, your pretty lips pursed in a pout of confused frustration because for some reason, nothing he tried seemed to ever work itself out in your cute head. and maybe it had to do with your pretty lips also wrapped around his big cock and doe eyes looking up at him so sweetly rather than on the papers in front of you, fingers clinging to his thighs and his fingers threaded through your hair. and so maybe your little girlfriend-boyfriend tutoring sessions lost their original purpose, coming over to his apartment saying you’ll really try today,,, but jaemin knows better than that, and it’s not something he minds at all.
“c’mere princess,” jaemin gently murmurs as you peek out from behind his pillows, wet trails down your cheeks only enhancing your pretty features, your glossy eyes fixed on him as he pats his thigh invitingly, as if to beckon over his girl. when you hesitate, swaddled in his sheets, a soft sigh escapes his lips as a faint smile finds its way on his lips before he sits on his bed side. “this way better?” nodding tearily, your cheek resting on his shoulder when you crawl into his lap and arms, warmed by his presence and familiar heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “shhh, don’t worry about a thing, love,” jaemin breathes, tucking your face into the crook into his neck. and a slight smirk crosses his lips when you wrap your arms around his neck. his poor, dumb, sweet girl.
“i– i really t-thought i could do it–!” you whimper, “‘m so d-dumb.” true. “you’re just not meant for this…” jaemin murmurs, his hand resting on the small of your back comfortingly, “you’re meant for me, though.” lips pressed to the crown of your head, a reassuring kiss planted to your mind that’s a little useless for anything important. not that he’s against that.
“r-really?” your pretty eyes meeting his as you tilt your head back to meet his warm gaze, adoration warming his chest at your trust and faith in him, because he can’t help but love your innocence. “more than anything,” his fingers trail over your cheeks before holding your face as delicately as one would hold glass, “you know i love you, no matter what. even if you’re not meant for taking classes that don’t make sense to you. even if you’re always distracting me.” he smiles, unable to suppress the many memories of your cute self being the one obstacle in his life. ever. just as you’re meant to be forever.
“wouldn’t have put this here if i didn’t mean it,” he gently reminds you, fingers holding yours before pressing a delicate kiss to the promise ring sitting prettily on your ring finger, meant to keep his word. and he always means it,,, his sweet girl, can’t do even the slightest thing without him… just the way you’re meant to be. and the little smile that graces your perfectly shaped lips reminds him a little more how much he loves you, useless and all. “you don’t have to worry about a thing, i’ll always be here for you.”
and when his hand rubs your bare thigh slowly, soothing and reassuring, his lips slot against yours in a saccharine kiss, as if time pauses for a brief moment, time locked like your lips pressed to his. whispers exchanged between gasps of air, trapped in his arms against his broad chest, never a thought of hesitation. a string of saliva hanging from your parted lips for a second before his lips find yours once more, unable to bear parting for more than a breath of oxygen. heat pooling in your core, in only the way jaemin can trigger, thighs rubbing together in a weak attempt to alleviate the burning need, feeling warmth race beneath your skin wherever he touches because it feels so right if it’s him.
“j-jaemin,” you whimper, “want you.” your fingers slipping down to rest on his shoulder, because only jaemin can take care of you in the way you need, a smirk playing on his handsome features. “yeah? gonna let me take care of you, princess?” and without bothering to wait for a reply, his fingers deftly slip your top over your head when you obediently lift your arms up for him, turning in his lap to grind down on the prominent bulge in his jeans, skirt pushed up to let him rub your cute panties. thin, soaked fabric offering little resistance as you whimper and shift into his fingers, glistening slick wetting his fingertips.
“open up for me,” he murmurs, spreading your legs, licking his lips at the wet spot forming in your panties just the way he wants against his fingers. “j-jaemin, ‘s embarrassing–!” you whimper, avoiding his gaze as he grins lazily, still trapping you against his broad chest. “yeah?” his hand slips from your panties to discard his shirt, knowing his girl gets shy a little fast, “better now?”
skirt hiked up your thighs, two fingers buried in your soaked cunt, warmth spreading a little too quickly as he curls his fingers at just the right spot, only further encouraged as you whimper and arch into his arms, can’t hide anything from him, can’t you~? but as much as jaemin loves to spoil you,,, wouldn’t be as fun if you got tired from his fingers, would it?
and there’s just something to the way you whine his name when his fingers pull from your folds, tears brimming in your pretty eyes as you try to shove his hands back down, a little weak on deprived pleasure to really have an effect as he smirks and licks your arousal from his fingers, slowly as he makes you watch such a lewd sight. “don’t worry, love, i’ll make it worth it,” jaemin whispers, his voice dropping as his wet fingers lip behind your back to undo his belt. “just need to make sure i fit, yeah?” and in seconds he’ll have you on your back, legs thrown up over his shoulders, tip flushed an angry red as he drips precum over your glistening folds, the lewd squelch of your juices at the intrusion, your whimpers to his deep moans at your pussy taking the stretch of his girth, taking all his sanity to not fuck you full in a second,,,
“fuck…” jaemin groans as he bottoms out, the low sound emanating from his chest as his hands grip your hips a little tighter, teeth grazing his lower lip as he gazes down at the pretty mess he’s made of you. lips bruised from his kisses, remnants of wiped away tears glistening on your cheeks as your pretty eyes clench shut, adjusting to his size as incoherent mumbles fall free from your parted lips, begging just the way he loves to hear. “eyes on me, angel… that’s right,” he smirks as your eyelashes flutter open, so clearly flustered by the sight of your legs thrown over his shoulders, cock buried deep in your cute cunt. “j-jaemin, w-wanna feel you,” you whimper, even feeling so full’s not enough for you, after all,,, not until his fingers link through yours does it feel absolutely right.
lewd squelches of arousal, gasping mewls of flustered pleasure, your pretty voice filling his ears as jaemin roughly grips your waist, hips reading back to meet yours in a hard thrust as you cry out desperately, needing to feel him everywhere. “my pretty girl,” soft swears escaping between heavy panting breaths as jaemin fucks your cute cunt, tip roughly kissing your cervix as he thrusts deep, only for his girl.
“fuck, ‘m all yours, ‘okay? gonna be mine after this, gonna be mine forever, yeah?” “mm–! ‘m yours, j-jaem!” you hiccup, eyes glossy with tears of pleasure as your fingers tighten around his, the one touch keeping you grounded as jaemin roughly thrusts hard, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as his presses to yours. “gonna knock you up, make you mine—“ he groans, his voice cut off as your soaked cunt clenches down hard, “p-please, jaem— w-wanna feel full!” you wail, unable to hide the undeniable rush at the thought of being his, his forever, just meant to be his.
“yea? wanna be knocked up ‘nd let everyone know you’re mine, all mine—“ incoherently words slide off his tongue as if it’s the most natural act, as if he’s thought of knocking you up for so long now,,, what a lie it would be to say jaemin doesn’t regularly think of treating you like his darling, putting a real ring on your delicate finger and taking care of you the way you’re meant to be taken care of,, might as well put his baby in n make you his pretty wife, shouldn’t he? jaemin loves you a little too much, can’t even bear the thought of you lifting a finger when he could do it all for you.
he’ll take care of the rest, leave nothing for your pretty mind to ever worry or concern yourself with except being his,, “c’mon princess, cum for me, yeah?” and god, does it feel heavenly when your cute cunt clenches down as you mewl n cum for him all pretty, wet and warm release gushing around his cock as he fucks you through,,, n the way your fingers cling to his biceps has his head spinning, because fuck, you’re just a little too perfect for him, c’mon love, hold on to him a little tighter, need him.
and jasmin’s lost in another heaven when he fills you up, creamy n warm seed pouring in n painting your insides white with him, fingers gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingertip shaped bruises as you sob n milk his cock so well, hushed, panting swears groaned into your neck, chests heaving against one another, a sheen of sweat coating his skin pressed to yours as if there’s no way to possibly be closer.
“shh, i know, ‘m gonna keep you all full,” jaemin murmurs softly in response to your incoherent mumbles, his hand gently feeling your soft tummy, “feel how deep you take me… that’s my girl,” a light smirk on his lips when you whimper at the slight pressure as he pushes in, must feel so good to be a little too full of jaemin’s presence? and his sweet kiss to your cheekbone,,, sweet as he is, can’t hide the way lovesick grin he can’t hide when you meel at the feeling of his hips reading back again,,, after all, his pretty girl can take another, can’t you~?
reblog to sign up for jaemin’s princess treatment lol u just know he’s into spoiling his girl
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lavandiors · 27 days
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( 📁 making you feel comfortable. by na jaemin _ ⭐ O1O1 )
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where jaemin shows you that he can eat you differently, changing your opinion about orals.
𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. na jaemin x fem!reader. genre. smut (+18, minors dni), fluff, established relationship. warnings. soft sex, oral (f. receiving), clit play, use of nicknames (princess, angel, etc.), handholding in sex, many kisses.
lily notes. well, i'm really not very good at smut and i write this from my imagination, so, i'm sorry if it's not much or it's very soft (?) but i'm doing it from my comfort zone!
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it wasn't the first time you felt Jaemin flex, your head lying on his firm chest allowing you to hear his heart. his heartbeat racing and his body seeking comfort.
his arms fluttering around you every time he moves. you thought he was uncomfortable, so you stood up, abandoning your place on his chest and looked at him.
"are you uncomfortable, jaem?" you asked him, showing your dimples. jaemin frowned in confusion, but shook his head. it wasn't you who kept him in that state.
well, yes.
but it was about something else.
you brought your warm hands to his and took them. you smiled, just like jaemin. your smile was mercy for him.
your eyes dug into his soul "so what's bothering you?" one of your hands let go of his, leaving a bit of hair behind his ear. he felt nervousness permeate his body, but you. god, you, you made him feel so comfortable, he couldn't resist.
his cheek twitched against your hand, moving his head to kiss you, he sighed, allowing you to feel what was circulating through his lungs between your palm.
“it’s just” he began, staring into your eyes for trust. and found her "why did you never let me eat you out?" he asked slowly.
the question didn't faze you. you and jaemin were open to each other's tastes, and his warm smile was always the one given when you talked about sex. after this, it was one of his many romantic connections.
your worry subsided slightly and jaemin could tell “ah, yes” you said, moving closer to jaemin so you could rest your head on his chest again. his strong arms wrapped his body around your head, kissing your head.
“i’m not a big fan of oral” you replied “i haven’t had good experiences, that’s just it” you tried to dispel any insecurity jaemin might have had.
you weren't afraid of orals, you weren't afraid of jaemin and you wanted to let him know that all he made you feel was a swarm of butterflies with the slightest sigh in your ear.
jaemin lowered his head and turned yours away, searching your eyes fiercely “can you tell me about your experiences, angel?” his warm smile and his lips against every muscle of your face let you know you were safe with him.
you closed your eyes when he kissed your eyelids. "it was very rough, very forward, it wasn't what i expected. you know i like it when it's slower," you whispered to him.
his lips landed on yours, his forehead against yours. “then let me show you that i can do it better. that i can do it the way you like it.” his voice, comforting, soft, slow. he didn't want to pressure you.
you completely trusted jaemin, your experiences with him were unique, they were what you were looking for. he gave you what you wanted, the way you wanted.
you looked him in the eyes again, wanting to convey to him that his request was not uncomfortable, that it was something you wanted. you nodded.
jaemin smiled, kissing your nose and forehead. “just let me do all the work, doll” he whispered in your ear as he picked you up in his arms to place you on his lap.
his soft kisses found a space between your neck and jaw, making a slow, wet path as he laid you flat on your back on the couch, your legs spread out to his side and him in the middle.
his hands found space between your back and hips, sliding gently, up and down you without abandoning his kisses on your neck. his path advanced, your lips being his destination.
you sighed when his warm hands found your sleeping pants, nodding when you felt him stop for permission. with one hand, he lift your hips, sliding your pants and panties out of the way.
his hands squeezed your bare hips, you felt him stretch his legs and slowly descend, leaving one last kiss on your lips.
"don't worry, princess, you're always safe with me." it was true, you knew it.
when he was level with your bare stomach, his lips slid untouched to your hips, where he nibbled and kissed one, while massaging the other, he repeated this many times until he made you sigh from the mess in your stomach.
your clit slowly rubbed against the fabric of his clothing every time he moved, making you uneasy. his lips reached below your navel, continuing with the kisses and bites. his hands did sweet dances on your hips between squeezes and massages.
“here we go, love” he murmured against your stomach, tracing a path with his tongue until his face was between your legs.
his sudden warm breath hit your cunt, making you shudder. his lips stopped between your inner thighs, kissing every part of them.
jaemin had been waiting for this moment for so long, but he had never tried it for fear of intimidating you. and now, that he had your glistening cunt in front of him and your perfect figure in rapture, he knew he would do it more often.
you felt the cold on your hip when his hand left that space and looked for your hand, giving you comfort. when he found it, he made sure to intertwine their fingers and caress your knuckles with his thumb.
and his lips pressed against your superiors, sending an electric shock from your stomach, down your back, to your ears.
“jaem..” you sighed, squeezing his hand lightly. you were liking it as much as he was, and even though you had him shooting his hips against the couch, your scent felt like the best in the world.
a sweet, vain one entered through his nose when he couldn't let go of his need and pressed his nose against your cunt, making circles on your inner lips.
you moaned shamelessly. his soft, sliding tongue near your center hit every ecstasy of his body, the hot air coming out of his nose hitting your clit hard, desperate to give you more.
it wasn't the same as the bad experiences you had. jaemin always made you feel like you were in heaven, like your body was worshiped by believers to a goddess. you were his goddess, his temple, his belief. you were delicate for him, soft and untouchable.
it didn't take long for his tongue to find your center, plunging it into an exhaustive excavation from top to bottom, side to side. his nose was now causing circles on your clit, finding your pleasure.
your moans became frequent, causing jaemin to grind his hips further and further into the couch. he was crazy. his tongue had increased the pace when you squeezed his hand.
you were looking for more, and he gave it to you.
his face was now buried in your cunt, it was ecstatic. your soft walls accommodated his tongue as he massaged. he dug it out, but before you could complain, he shot from the bottom up, nibbling lightly on your upper lips.
you were a mess of soft moans, his tongue making big and small circles on your clit, preparing you. your legs were already shaking around his head, his nose was buried in your juices, but he still couldn't stop.
you squeezed his hand tightly and moaned when he, as if it were an apple, lingered on your cunt and licked your clitoris like ice cream, burying his face again in his paradise.
your hips moved seeking his tongue, desperate for more. his mouth surrounded your clit, licking and sucking.
“my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he whispered, running his trembling thumb over your hand. he send waves of pleasure, a friction of his vocal cords and his teeth.
you couldn't contain those butterflies any longer, and you let them out on his face when he buried his tongue again at your entrance.
jaemin enjoyed it. every second of your orgasm on his face. he had your taste on his tongue, after loving him so much, giving you what you were looking for, teaching you that no one, ever, would make you feel like him.
he delayed everything you gave him, leaving one last kiss on your cunt and making his way down your stomach again, he pressed his lips against yours, letting you taste your taste.
his agitated and ecstatic breathing hit your face "i will never hesitate to give you a good experience, baby" his wet lips murmured on yours.
and with his kisses and caresses, he seals his sincere pact, that he will never leave or allow you not to enjoy. because he will take care of you and as long as he lives, he will give you what you need until you are satisfied.
because you were his angel. and what his heart needed most was to love you.
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onyourhyuck · 8 months
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Fix Me Softly. | L.DH
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— Prologue: “Open wide pretty girl will ya?”
— Summary: Your best friend has the most dirtiest thoughts about you and he isn’t shy about sharing them with you.
— Genre: Himbo Haechan. Haechan’s literally the most perverted person in this fic. There’s just something about unhinged Haechan who’s a sex maniac tbh. Switch!hyuck. DUB-CON. Oral (fem receiving) and throat fucking (male receiving). Unprotected sex. Haechan is obsessed with y/n thighs. Face riding. Pinning. Cum-play. Hickeys. Possessive Haechan.
— Notes: Sex Obsessed Haechan >>>
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There’s one person you won’t ever understand.
That person being your best friend Haechan.
He was like someone out of another world, when he’s with you Haechan knows zero boundaries. He knows zero social cues. When you are around him Haechan is almost like a wild-animal.
“God you’re so pretty when you study. I want to kiss you so bad Y/n.” He wasn’t shy at all even though he’s meant to be doing this working assignment with you in your bedroom, he was too distracted by your serious face watching the laptop.
You’re trying your best to not give out a reaction considering that Haechan actually enjoys having you hear his dirty thoughts about you all the freaking time. Every minute you guys are together there was not a single moment where he doesn’t tell you how much he wants to fuck you.
You frown looking over at him. “Did you finish your assignment yet or are you here to disturb me?”
Seeing Haechan watching you so intensely it’s almost as if he was already imagining himself wanking off to you while he sees your serious face. He loves it when you scold him too.
Haechan pouts a bit. “No I didn’t finish the assignment. You’re too distracting.”
You sigh. “I told you if you won’t take this seriously I won’t invite you back to my bedroom.”
“But I want you so bad, you can’t do this to me. Please just one kiss and I’ll focus that’s all it takes for me to focus on our college assignment.”
You’re in disbelief at your best friend. Haechan has always had this thing about you. He enjoys your presence and your company. You’re attractive and he just so happens to be attracted to his best friend. Haechan doesn’t even want to hide it how much he is attracted to you.
Sometimes he would lean to kiss you and you would move your head to push him away. Sometimes in class he wants to touch your thigh so badly so he does it and you slap his hand away.
“I really have the urge to take off my jeans and have you take my cock in your mouth right now…” he whispers, as if this was a very casual thing to say to a friend right now.
At times you’re the one rejecting him and telling him to keep his annoying thoughts away because he feels like you don’t believe him when he says how much he wants to fuck you. How much he wants to take a taste of your pussy or the fact that he actually wants to kiss your tempting little pretty lips.
“You’re such a pervert.” You mutter mockingly while he leans in to kiss you on your mouth but you move your face away.
He whines when you moved away from his lips just about when he was going to touch them.
Haechan curls his fingers on your sleeve that you’re wearing. You glare at him now that you see how much he was giving you those puppies eyes.
“Ahh Y/n please one kiss won’t hurt you.”
You can’t believe him but sometimes you really do have the urge to shut him up by kissing him so he could just do the work.
“Shut up and do your work already.” You huff. How do you fix your best friend? You have no idea how to fix Haechan at all.
Haechan draws shapes on your arms with his fingers while watching you. The black hair with white stripes in them make him look edgy but in a way the edgy clothes and style he has makes him attractive. You do admit your friend here was very attractive and he probably has many pros to himself.
But the only side thing is that Haechan wants to have your mouth stuffed full of his meat in your mouth and you’re unstable to process that image in your head.
The fingers with black nail polish on them softly tan down from your forearm to your thighs now to draw shapes on there.
You stare at him while he keeps the eye contact back. For a moment you’re just watching each other in complete silence.
He wasn’t doing his work, and you’re rocking with the fact that there won’t be any work done between you guys at all.
“Please Y/n one kiss… I’m begging you.”
Haechan whispers to your ears with his soft whining voice sounding almost like whimpers that makes your skin crawl.
You’re tempted to just do it so you can get on with the college work honestly.
You glare forward with your hand reaching out grabbing a hold of his chin and slowly lean in kissing him roughly for a second or two. You pull away and leave your hand on his chin. You saw the boy gasp and how much he enjoyed it he was moaning by a single touch of your hand on his skin, and a single small kiss took half of his breath away.
Haechan was craving more now that he knows how your lips feel on his. He leans closer and takes a longer kiss on your mouth without you noticing. You’re now kissing Haechan, trapped in a kiss he puts on your body while crawling on top of you with his running hands down to your waist.
The laptop was pushed aside and you’re kissing him back feeling your senses shut you down. Haechan’s tongue roams across your own walls while he was kissing you. Exploring your sweet lingering mouth that he’s been fantasying about for so long.
It feels so artful to have you spread out on your bed in your dorm room with clothes coming off so gracefully leaving your figure looking empty until Haechan pressed forward his heart-shape mouth dangerously trailing down to your dainty collarbones, upwards your neck leaving marks on your tidy skin. It made you look like a toy in his eyes, but you’re now his toy to be played with. You belong to him now, because the sight of those love bites were a bright reddish colour spreading right up and down your throat angle.
Adding the adept hands between your thighs, he squeezed your inner thigh before rubbing it up and down. The small caresses has your fuzzy mind overflowing out a cracking hole out of nowhere, and the area on your panties were soaking by the time he was gazing you with such a high maintenance look behind those eyes, that tell you you’re not going anywhere.
So clean and cunning. The growing shaft in those tights jeans of his was hardening by the sight of your open legs where he ran down a single finger down to your clothed clit.
You moan on the outside, despite trying to mentally keep your own noises away from reality. You’re here staring Haechan down as he admires your leakage patch on your panties.
“Oh Y/n…you’re so wet for me. I always knew you wanted me but you were playing hard to get. You’re such a minx.” He coos with a growling tease.
Looking at your dumbfounded expression when he said this. Haechan leans down to your ears kissing it. “You’re such a whore, I knew you were lying to me. Rejecting me all this time.” His hands squeeze your hips as he lifts you up on the bed a little.
You mumble a few trails of sighs when Haechan suddenly swapped your positions with you on his lap while he was leaning back casually. Expression on his face tells you he wants something from you and you’re bound to give it to him. It was a fact and not a choice here, and your stomach had this strange fluttering knot deep inside telling you to do it.
He leers mockingly. “Why don’t you let me have a taste of your pussy, Y/n?”
Brushing over his hands on your thighs up and down as you shiver when hearing his words, your voice comes out so tiny and small compared to Haechan’s voice and his intimidating eyes. The black eyeliner on the waterline makes his black eyes so much more magnetic and the black painted fingertips brushing down the skin on your thighs, you could dissolve like crazy from how good his touches feel.
The question was rather sounding like a statement more than an actual question.
You knew deep down the rhetoric answer for him when he moved up to your ass behind groping it pulling your body up only a bit so your thighs welcome the sight of your pussy above him. Haechan pushed aside the wet patch on your panties on the side and then, a grounding slithering wetness of a warm wetness covers your womanhood. Haechan is almost like a starved maniac, coating your cunt with his warm saliva with extreme motions. Circling down the tip of his tongue inside your walls only to pull away and press down even more force of his lips on your own tempting lips down below.
It was wet and sloppy just like how Haechan liked it. He loves hearing your body jolt with each movements because you don’t know what else to expect from the eccentric sex maniac underneath you eating you out.
You don’t know what he will do next, but all you can think about was how skilled Haechan was at eating you out while you’re pressing your thighs on the sides of his face and shoulders. Your toes were curling up with each stroke of his gliding tongue.
He growls against your mound while tightly digging the fingernails in your thick thighs.
“Roll your hips for me baby, please.” It sounded so desperate when Haechan rasps out below your sensitive parts.
It was a demand too. Springing the hips backwards and forward around in all sorts of motion you’re realising the increasing pleasure of your own body, driving down a road. The boy underneath you was nothing more than just a hungry wild animal growling against your wet slit running down his chin.
You’re releasing out your moans without a single thought able to be processed; it’s like every single braincell you had was now no longer existing.
Knot in your stomach was heavy, like a threatening ticking bomb ready to combust.
Haechan loves how you are riding his face now to your own pace that became extremely fast when the pleasure you felt became so much more intense than the high you’ve received from him previously. Dragging down the black painted fingernails on your thighs you’re grunting when you feel Haechan sucking on your clit. Abusing it.
Pressuring on your clit sucking on it with his plum heart-shape lips, as well as vibrating his grunting noises that he can’t contain. You taste absolutely heavenly to not comment on.
He fantasise too much about you. Too long he waited for this moment you’d give in to his shenanigans. It’s been far too long.
One point in his life Haechan was convinced that he cannot be fixed by anyone. The obsession he has with you wasn’t something ordinary.
But here you are Fixing Him Softly by letting him have a taste of you, letting him eat you out like the silly whore you are. Oh how the tables have turned. You ended up rejecting him for so long only to end up in this vulnerable position.
“That’s right, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” Haechan affirms with a domineering tone that creates goosebumps on your skin.
You’re nodding your head. “Fuck— Yes…! I’m right there…”
“Fuckfuckfuck—“ you gasp.
Undertook by the coming heat happening in between your spreading legs you are nipping at your bottom lip as broken incomplete moans break out. Haechan sucks on the sensitive side part of your pussy finally eager to taste your running juices that are dripping all the way down his chin and neckline. You’re holding your own hanging mouth as the heat on your face creates this flush, as if you were sick. You’re unable to see or breathe for a long moment or two. It leaves behind this scorching ember burning in your stomach.
Quicker strokes pull out of you as Haechan was groaning when your thighs tenderly pushed and squeeze around his face, while he rubs down his hand on your bare back.
“Such a filthy slut, that’s right take all of it.” He said with heavy groans coming out as if he held his breath in when the taste of his tongue remains. “Mmm, I love this perfect pussy of yours.”
He was so drunk on you. Drunk of your taste.
The growing number in his pants was due to take place when he looks back at your feverish face. You look so intoxicated, as if he made you this way.
Grabbing on your body the hands creep at your back while the place changes. You’re moving when you see him standing up over the bed dropping down the thick layer of jeans down, along with the boxers. He saw your eyes widen immediately when you saw the shaft spring up looking so wide and big.
Eyes lurches down to his cock threatening you by standing up against his perfectly flat and tone stomach. The beautiful tan on his body makes you salivate and drool. You cannot hold back when your eyes crawl higher up to take a look at Haechan who was smirking.
He purrs. “Open wide pretty girl will ya?” Brushing his fingers under your chin stroking it, you shiver as you feel your cheeks heat up.
You weren’t expecting the sight of him to be this ethereal.
Your voice comes out hushed. “Mm Haechan…” As the round ball shaped tip pressed by your mouth. He purposely teased your mouth by making his large tip poke but not go in your mouth at all.
The tip pulls at your lower lip and you whine when he was now deciding to be such a tease.
“Hurry up.” You demand with your stern eyes, loving that you’re now getting more demanding and less shy.
“Nuhuh baby, i give commands here.”
Haechan wants to see what you’d do if he continued to be as bratty as he is now. You’re waiting for him to give you the next move but he was staying still.
Biting his bottom lip when you glare at him. There’s no way you’ll let him boss you around when you’re this needy to have a taste of him now.
Pulling your palm over the shaft you grab it forward pushing the very fine thickly round shaped tip inside your warming mouth. Haechan wasn’t expecting you to be this quick with your reflexes. He didn’t see this coming. To watch you take slight control of the situation by pulling his entire length inside your mouth. You let him overfill your space.
It feels so damn good though.
He bit his bottom lip, raspy husked speaking out as his hands brushed your hair into a messy half-tried ponytail. “Goddamn baby…didn’t know you had that in you.”
Shifting between teasing you and sounding so heavenly under you. Haechan was enjoying the sight of your head bopping up and down — you took him so seriously and perfectly in your small mouth. Despite the large size, you managed to reach down to his very end.
You make him limp with each stroke your tongue rolls against wrapping your saliva and own slipping tongue like a blanket on his cock.
Stuffing you full but you don’t seem to mind when Haechan was moaning vocally.
He was very open about you knowing every— and you mean every trailing dirty thought he has in his brain right now.
“Shit. You look so much better with my cock stuffing you full. I bet you love this don’t you?” His tongue licks his bottom lip. “Am I right?”
Brushing fingers in the messy ponytail behind your head so he could see the full show you put on while your kitten licks turn to strokes.
You moan a sweet hum against the shaft as you’re trailing down your lips even more.
The tension only grows as you’re sucking him so much Haechan can barely stay still. You’re making him physical weak on the knees and he can’t stay still when you’re practically sucking him dry.
Haechan thrusts forward the hips. Whenever it got so much you’re dragging down his cock into your throat so the thick mushroom tip was banging the back of your mouth, as you deep throat him, Haechan couldn’t help but want more deep ness and he became greedy.
Hips thrust even more and more into your face making all sorts of gagging sounds come out while Haechan’s black hair with soft white streaks became messy hanging down his eyes while the dark gaze was watching you take everything he gave.
Fucking your mouth was always a dream come true for him and now that he was experiencing what fantasy he craves,
He can’t get enough now.
“Oh…oh mmfgh y/n you’re doing so well right now, give me more… please give me more. Please.. fuck,”
Crying out for you. Haechan’s eyes go dim and he was breaking every soft whine escaping those shattering lips.
“I need you to milk my cock dry until i can’t cum anymore.”
You knew that he meant every word underline in bright red. He was being serious. Haechan wants you to suck his own very soul out of him.
Who were you to say no to Haechan when he was begging you so nicely? You feel some empowering dominance over you now when you see the boy shaking from the overstimulating electricity running down his spine and overtaking the very burning ball feeling in his stomach.
Flickering your tongue down his cock once more, Haechan’s head sputters. It feels like a raging headache has split his head into two. The overfilling sensation of cumming inside your mouth as the final push results in Haechan’s knees becoming jelly.
Haechan wails. “Cumming… ah fuck, fuck. I love your mouth so much.. so good,” He breathes heavily.
Detaching your jawline pulling away from the cock in your mouth, it slips out with a watery liquid that tastes between sweet and salty. You can’t put your tongue on what he tastes like. But it was definitely rewarding.
Especially when you see the tired exhaustion on his face.
It tells you everything. You made him have the biggest orgasm he could ever imagine. Haechan gasps when he sits down with a sluggish head on the pillows and you turn your head towards him.
You definitely fixed him. Made him much calmer.
“You still have your assignment to finish.”
You remind him with a strict gaze.
Haechan closed his eyes grumbling. “I know, I know. I’ll finish it in a minute just give me a second — geez Y/n you just sucked me into the next century and you mention the assignment!”
“Okay? Don’t act like you didn’t tell me to do that.”
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taexoxosgf · 3 months
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DO IT AGAIN
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PAIRING brother’s best friend!park jisung x fem!reader
WORDS 3.7k
SYNOPSIS your brother’s best friend can never get you alone. that’s why he won’t miss an opportunity— even if your brother’s on the other side of the walls.
WARNINGS reader is tyong’s sister, jealousy, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie
NOTES this smut is actually from a super long fic i posted on my old account! i’m not sure if i’m gonna post the whole thing because i’m cringing rereading it lol
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“So, how’s your big bro’s parties? It’s better than frat parties huh?” Taeyong dangles the red cup charged with alcohol in front of your face just for you to swat away in annoyance. “No musty bathrooms and paint peeling off the walls! Woooooooo!”
You’re going to have to have a jolly time cleaning his vomit in the morning. “Stop drinking you little shit. I’m not gonna take care of you tomorrow, just so you know.”
He does a little dance that has you suppressing a laugh, “The night is still young! Loosen up a little! Won’t stop until you’re having as much fun as me!” Your brother is so out of it, that he bumps into a million corners of the home and an attendee urges him to the couch.
“Actually… I’m not feeling so good,” he shushes the person helping before running out of the main room.
“Oh my god,” you pinch the sides of your nose bridge, unable to understand how Taeyong’s motto is always all or nothing.
You're nothing near Taeyong's level of intoxication, and whether it's the devil on your shoulder or the drink, you want Jisung. Excruciatingly so. Whoever claimed that drinking made you act like a bitch in heat wasn't kidding. It's more than true now that you know he's nearby– wanting to look for Jisung because if he wasn't going to make a move tonight, you would.
“Y/n?” a familiar voice calls you, prompting you to turn around.
“Hyuck? Oh my god! How are you?” you’re already bringing your arms out for a hug and he’s quick to immediately accept.
You both went to high school together before he left for university thousands of miles away. He still texts you now and then, but due to the time difference, you never had the opportunity to properly catch up.
“Not doing too bad. It’s so good to finally talk face-to-face babe, holy shit,” he chuckles.
“How’s the East Coast? Did you find a girlfriend at Columbia yet?”
“Nah, you know me. Girls there are way too preppy for me. Plus, I can’t stand another minute of freshmen thinking they’re living through Gossip Girl,” he pretends to gag, swaying his body from side to side.
“Hey! Don’t hate. That show was ahead of its time,” you comment, brows raised.
“It IS! But I’m talking about the people acting as if they were a part of the show themselves. Like come on, you were probably five when it came out!” he exclaims.
​​"Fair enough," you nod. "You know who you should go for?" an idea flashes across your mind as you speak.
“Who?” he shifts closer, genuinely curious.
You wave towards you as another way of telling him to step even closer and cup your hand behind his ear before whispering, “Yuna.”
“What?! There’s no way!” he steps away, not expecting you would say your best friend’s name.
“Come on! You guys would look so hot together! What’s so ‘no way’ about that idea?”
Your old friend momentarily pauses, like he didn’t know what kind of question you asked. “She’d never go for me.”
“What? She used to have a crush on you! You were always around different girls so she never made a move,” you affirm. “You know how she was in high school,” you remind him of the girl who was once afraid to step out of her comfort zone.
“Are you serious? There’s no way that’s true! You’re straight up lying to my face right now,” he groans, looking as if he was going through a mental crisis due to the news.
“I swear on my Loubitons that it’s true! Just talk to her,” you point to the back door. “She’s in the backyard. I’m sure she would love to catch up.”
He brings a hand to his chin, soothingly rubbing with his index, “You do love those shoes…”
“More than myself, so come on! The times ticking!” you press him further, and his eyes light up when he realizes the words you’re feeding him might actually be true.
“You know what, fuck it.”
“That’s what I like to hear! Acting like a true alpha male!” you jump up and down, probably with more excitement than he has.
He chuckles at your words, “Okay. Okay. Let’s hang out and catch up this week. Let me know when you’re free.”
“Okay now go!” you try not to hold him back longer than he needs to be.
“I”m go-”
Before you can properly bid goodbye, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you away towards the narrow hallway of the home.
You see it’s Jisung after checking, and he’s definitely on a mission by the way he doesn’t utter a word. Instead, he drags you through the hallway and finally halts his steps at the sign of your bedroom door.
“Jisung, what are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t let up on your wrist, and definitely doesn’t spare you a glance until you’re both in the room with the door shut behind your back. It’s almost pitch black in the room, and the only light source is the hallway lights illuminating underneath the crack of the door. Jisung finally lets go of your wrist when it’s just you two in your own space, and he brings that same arm above your head to anchor himself.
“Jisung.”
“Y/n,” his voice comes out hoarse, more playful. This was just what you wanted. He’s right here on a silver platter and you hadn’t even come close to building up the courage to approach him first.
Too bad you love to act dumb for the hell of it.
“What are you doing?” your eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, noticing how close his face was to yours. It was the perfect opportunity. Taeyong was probably passed out along with the loud music all throughout the house. There’s no way anyone could hear a thing from inside the room.
“Just wanted you to myself,” he comments. You can smell the alcohol on his lips, assuming it was the reason behind his impatience– but don’t think he’s drunk due to his coherent speech and careful movements.
“You have me to yourself now. So what is it?” you gloat, acting as if you don’t notice him struggling to control himself.
“Sorry, I took you away from your little boyfriend. Look’s like you guys were having fun,” you can hear the slight anger in his voice, jaw clenching following the statement.
You roll your eyes in order to suppress a grin, the alcohol influencing you to play games, “Hyuck isn’t my boyfriend, just an old friend. Remember him?”
He notices the hint of playfulness in your eyes, wanting to just fuck it out of you. But he’s waited too long to do this, and there have been too many interrupted moments, so he leans into patience for resolve. “Oh, I must have missed something babe.”
You shift your face closer to him to prove your point once again, “He calls everyone that! Go up to him, he’ll literally call you babe.”
“Hmm,” Jisung hums. “Should I call him Hyuck too?”
Your eyes shoot to his plushy lips, his jealousy turning you on, but you don’t back down just yet, “If you heard that, then you must’ve heard the part where I told him to go for Yuna.”
“I checked out the moment you were calling each other pet names, baby,” he leans his hips against you, eyes evident with desire even in the darkness.
“Well, it’s definitely different coming from you,” you give him what he wants to hear, but it’s ultimately the truth.
Jisung pulls back just to lean down against your ear, “Different, how?”
It’s like he knows the power he has over you when he’s using that tone, including the fact that you feel him between your legs only slightly hard. It’s definitely bigger than you previously thought, the excitement shooting to your core, “I’m not spelling it out for you, baby.”
The name has him bringing his face back to where it was before, cocking a brow. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Play games. Don’t fuck with me because if you are, I’m gonna lose it,” he seethes, all control he previously displayed being lost in an instant.
You began narrowing the gap between the two of you even more, your noses brushing against each other. Jisung falters slightly as you do so, his hand landing on your hip. He's noticeably less in control than when he initially encircled you in the room, taking in every inch of you as you jut your hips forward.
He groans, struggling to keep up with what you've been doing.
"I'm not fucking with you," you say, holding his chin with your thumb and index finger, tilting his head and maintaining eye contact. "Just giving you what you want."
Jisung doesn’t know how you tempt while looking so innocent. If he’s being honest with himself, he never holds a sliver of command when you’re present. “You’re hot as fuck,” he mutters, trying to maintain a normal breathing pattern.
"You're hotter," your lips nearly touch at the movement. You're grinning ear-to-ear, but it's short-lived as Jisung grabs your nape and presses his lips to yours. This kiss is nothing like the previous one, and you want to drown in him. You press your mouth even harder on his, and he responds by positioning his entire weight against your body. You’re actually somewhat sober this time around and take notice of the piercing at the corner of his lips. The silver metal grazing over your lips provides a cold sensation to the hot atmosphere, and you push down a moan at the feeling.
He’s such a good kisser, it surprises you but doesn’t at the same time. The boy you used to know was so different than the one in front of you now.
When you set your arms around his neck to play with his locks, he grabs a hold of your waist. You're drowning, arching your back to relieve the tension in your body as the kiss deepens. Jisung licks your lips, and you easily accept his tongue, lips fighting against his. His tongue dances with yours, getting sloppier by the minute, ready to rip each other's clothes off.
He taps the back of your leg with his hand, signaling for you to jump. You do so without breaking contact with his lips, and he smiles against yours. The taste of alcohol in his mouth ignites something within you, along with the scent of his washed hair intertwined with the cologne he’s wearing.
Jisung slowly sets you down against the mattress, slotting himself between your legs before he pulls back for air. “You look submissive as fuck right now. Is that what you’re into? Being dominated?” he purrs, fingers playing with the waistline of your pants.
“Only if you like to dominate.”
The switch in his head flips, and he uses one hand to unzip your jeans to slowly run his fingers over your clothed clit. Your toes curl at the sudden pressure to your sensitive core that's been begging to be touched. The thin material of your panties doesn’t do much to shield his touch, but one thing’s for sure, if it feels this good, you can’t imagine how it’d feel when it’s not just a tease.
“Fuck,” you pant, moving your hands underneath Jisung’s shirt.
“What?” he asks, moving down to your neck. The sensation of his warm tongue against your neck has your skin igniting goosebumps all over. “I can’t hear you. Already falling apart?”
“N-no,” you stutter, knowing damn well that anything done to you will be the actual end. It seems like he wants to win the moment he brings his red and swollen lips back onto yours, sparing any niceties. He’s smothering you, ruthlessly kissing you to no end. But when you become lost in his lips once again, Jisung slips his hand underneath the band of your underwear to touch your pussy head-on.
“Jisungg,” you say against his mouth.
Of course, he doesn’t let up, circling your bud, knowing exactly where to touch you even though this is the first time you’ve done this with him. It’s nothing, but feels like so much, your thighs attempting to close around his hand.
He’s still attacking your mouth with his, fingers trailing in an up-and-down motion between your folds. It surprises you, and you moan against his mouth, unable to maintain the same pattern with your lips. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he lets go of your mouth with a pop, groaning at the arousal coating his fingers.
“Please, Jisung. I need you,” you whimper, unable to take any more of the mere seconds of pleasure he’s giving you. You don’t even look down as he slides your pants off along with your panties in one motion. He tsks, lowly enunciating a small, “So impatient.”
Without anything in the way, he doesn’t waste time plunging his fingers into your pussy, groaning at the way the muscle tightly clamps around his fingers– and it shoots straight down to your core, never getting enough of how deep his voice is.
The pleasure you’ve been trying to grasp is finally reached, a gasp spilling from your lips once he curls his fingers inside you. Your hands have found their way to his back, fingers digging deep into his skin and he hisses at the slight pain.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs against your ear while his fingers begin to speed up in pace. You’re bucking your hips up, wanting to meet him halfway in order to reach euphoria. “I w-want it,” you cry.
“Want what?” he asks, voice too soft for the motions he’s enacting.
“Want you. Want you so bad,” you moan, throwing your head back when he hits a certain spot. It feels too good to stop, and every part of your body tingles at the pleasure.
You want to sob at the feeling it brings you, his fingers, mercilessly driving in and out of your cunt, while his thumb circles your clit. Your stomach feels tight from all the stimulation, and his body pressed against yours makes you feel hot all over. What you don’t notice is Jisung’s watching every movement on your facial features, loving the way your brows scrunch and how your pretty lips open up every time he hits a certain spot.
The band in your lower abdomen is on the verge of snapping, and the fact that he's above you doesn't help. Jisung's hair still falls perfectly, occasionally brushing the tip of his nose. He’s so fucking hot, you can’t hold back. You can't stop the orgasm from reaching your body simply by the way he feels on your body and looks above you.
“P-please,” you beg.
At the feeling of your pussy tightening around your fingers, he digs into your cheek, bringing your face back towards his. “Come on, you can do it. Cum,” he demands.
“F-fuck! I-I’m gonna–” you scream, body convulsing as your orgasm washes over you. He doesn’t stop his movements until you’re whining for him to stop. Pulling his coated fingers out, just to bring it to his lips.
As the climactic high wears off, your body becomes limp, but the image of Jisung bringing his plump lips to wrap around his fingers leaves you wanting more. You nearly squeak when he groans at the taste, letting go of his fingers with a pop. "Mmm," Jisung moans. "You taste so good."
“Here, have a taste baby,” he smirks, bringing those same digits to swipe motions at your core. You whimper at the sensitivity, the buzzing feeling still present. “Open,” he commands.
You listen, sticking out your tongue for him to insert them into your mouth. The wet muscle swirls around his fingers, finally closing around them, and you gag when he presses further into your mouth, teasing your throat. “Good girl.”
It’s so arousing that you intend to get up from your original position beneath him, but he catches your wrists and pins them over your head to keep you in place. Maybe it's the unfulfilled horniness from all the other times he’s tried to get you under him, but it's got you whining and squirming beneath him for his tolerance. “Fuck, it’s like you knew this was gonna happen,” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off your body.
His hot breath fans against your face, “Did you?” He begins to trace the contours of your body, slipping underneath your shirt on his way up. “No,” it’s a weak response, body twitching when he starts massaging your breasts. You had just experienced an unearthly orgasm, but everything Jisung does just causes your cunt to clench around nothing, and it’s only once out of a million times since he walked through the door.
“Just fuck me,” you plead, feeling his thick cock prodding at the side of your thigh.
“You sure?” he asks once more for confirmation.
“Yes, now hurry,” your whine turns into a pout, and he chuckles at your impatience.
“Do you have a condom in your room?”
“Fuck no, I’m on birth control.” He groans at the information, already quick to tug his cock out of its confines.
And just like that, Jisung slowly inches his cock into you. “Oh,” you cry at the fullness. He’s stretching you out so well, and the slight burn just adds fuel to the fire.
“Holy shit,” he sighs. “You’re so tight,” to ease the tightness, his fingers are already making their way back to your bud, circling in slow motions, “Relax for me pretty.”
You nod, eyes rolling back into your head when he slowly begins to move. “Fffuck,” he curses, his grip moving to your waist the moment your legs instinctively wrap around his. He feels so fucking good inside you and you regret with every ounce of your being you both didn’t do this sooner. You should’ve jumped him when you had the chance because fuck. How are you going to stop now? “You feel so fucking good,” he groans at the sensation.
“Ji–sung,” you moan, “Faster.” Your walls clench around his hard cock dragging against your walls, speeding up in pace and you fully lose it. The lewd sounds of skin slapping echo through the bedroom, and Jisung just swallows your pour of moans. He eventually listens to your request, practically nailing you into the mattress. It feels so good, the sounds coming from him, the feel of his cock pulling out, leaving the tip, just to roughly thrust back inside. You don’t know how much more you can take.
The thin silver chain he always wears around his neck dangles right before your eyes, and even in your fucked out state, you can’t stop looking at Jisung. The sweat on his forehead causes the front pieces to stick, the glow of sex already peeking through. “This is what you get,” he spits, but you can tell he’s slightly holding back. “This is what you get for all the times you fucking ran away. When I could’ve fucked you dumb like you want.”
Jisung’s name was the only thing coherent as he drills into you, squealing at a particular thrust of his hips. He’s so deep inside you, tip faintly against your cervix. “You’re cock’s s-so big,” you gasp, tears blurring your vision. The higher the tension builds in your stomach, the more Jisung continues to destroy you. “Jisung, fuck!”
“You like it hard huh? Want me to make your pussy mine?” His dirty words only have you holding onto him tighter, digging the heel of your feet into his spine. It’s too bad you can’t respond, your brain a puddle of mush at this point, cock going too fast for you to think about anything else. The bed frame knocks against the walls as the bed shakes but there’s no room to worry about that. Especially when he’s hitting every spot inside you perfectly.
“Answer me,” he grunts as your moans grow higher in pitch, unable to take it much longer.
“Y-yes, it’s a-all yours,” your body jolts after every movement, carving pleasure all over his skin. The thread that holds on for dear life is on the verge of snapping, and you wail before your second orgasm can send you crashing down.
It was so easy for Jisung to slide in and out of your pussy, your dripping arousal coating his cock perfectly. “Ji–” you attempt to warn him, but he already made his way back to your clit, pressing rough circles. You begin to babble random sounds, unable to form coherent words when he’s impaling you.
“Yes!” A shriek tears itself from your throat at your orgasm, and your toes curl at the high that takes over you yet again tonight. Your body spasms, and your mind stuck in a haze when he continues stuffing your achy cunt with him.
“Holy shit,” it’s almost impossible for Jisung to keep going when you’re clamping down on him like a vice, keeping him from completely being able to leave.
“Inside, cum inside, Jisung,” you plead when his hips begin to stutter. After a few more thrusts, he fully moans, painting your insides. “Fuck,” It feels even more full than before, if that was even possible and you whimper from the overstimulation from the last few movements. After his orgasm is at its resolution, he slumps into your form, not bothering to pull out.
You’re both just lying there trying to catch your breath, and it’s somewhat serene. The music combined with the vague sound of murmurs could be heard from outside and that’s when you remember that there were indeed a bunch of individuals present too. Maybe they heard you guys fucking, and Jisung seems to have similar thoughts when he raises his head to murmur something. “I forgot to lock the door.”
Your eyes shoot wide open in response, “What? Are you serious? Someone could walk in to you butt-ass naked!”
You’re actually alarmed, but he just stares back at you, his mouth turning into a wide grin. “Nah, I’m just playin',” he laughs.
You chuckle along with him, playfully slapping his shoulder because of his unseriousness. “You’re so annoying.”
“Get used to it baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
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p4p1l0nn · 4 months
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you and me, bed?
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pairing: fwb!haechan x fem!reader
content warning: 18+, riding, pussy eating, established relationship, strong language, mdni
a/n: for the devoted fullsun enthusiasts, including the author herself — this is for you. winks and kisses xx
“ah, hyuck, please stop,” you moaned, face flushed as you shielded it with your hand. the embarrassment overwhelmed you, making it impossible to meet haechan’s gaze, your roommate who was deeply engrossed between your trembling legs.
another moan escaped from your lips, a bit louder this time, as haechan skillfully continued his actions. haechan's hands held onto your thighs, keeping you still. you couldn't move even if you wanted to, but in that moment, you wouldn't have dared.
overwhelmed by days of piling work, stacks of papers seeming never-ending, haechan, your roommate and a friend with benefits, sensed your stress. offering a way to unwind, he suggested, “why not let me help you forget all that stress, babe?”
with your heart secretly longing for him, you swiftly agreed to his proposition.
curious and wanting to spice things up, haechan decided to try something different — opting to provide you with some intimate attention. time seemed to blur as you found yourself gripping haechan's bed sheets, moments of relief unfolding in a way that transcended any sense of time.
feeling a rush of adrenaline, warmth spread, leaving drops over your thighs. tempted to let go completely, you hesitated, not wanting to come just yet. you warned haechan, struggling to form a coherent sentence that ended up sounding more like a cry.
“h-haechan, i might . . . if you don't stop,” you managed to express, your words a mix of desire and restraint.
responding to your plea, haechan paused, lifting his eyes to gaze at you. your hair tousled from the previous make-out session, you yearned for him to lean in again, pressing the softness of his lips against yours.
playfully, haechan's teasing voice filled the air, “with the way you respond to my touch, it's tempting to make you come just from the skill of my tongue on you. but, you know what would be even better? feeling you come on my dick,” accompanied by a mischievous grin. unwrapping his arms from your thighs, he shifted to a kneeling position, the outline of his hard cock visible through gray sweatpants.
lying over you, your bare chests now touching, you marveled at the perfection of haechan's warm skin against yours.
as your breathing steadied, the rapid pounding in your chest persisted, heightened by haechan's closeness. however, you felt composed enough to speak.
“how do you want me, hyuck?” you asked.
“ride me, baby.” haechan's casual nickname flowed effortlessly from his lips, seemingly normal for two friends, yet the repetition leaving you pondering its intention. the blurred lines of your relationship added an element of confusion.
what you do know is that if this continues, it might seriously affect your well being.
haechan shifts, laying on his back, extending an invitation for you to climb on top. before straddling him completely, you skillfully lower haechan's sweats along with his boxers. his hard cock is eagerly waiting, and you can hardly wait to feel it inside you again. his tender fingertips guide you, tracing over your waist as you prepare for the intimate connection.
“fuck, you look beautiful,” he remarked.
you ran your fingers over your sensitive area, adding warmth before grasping haechan's cock. with a deliberate pace, your hand glided along his length, from the tip down to the base, blending the sensations with your arousal.
“ah y/n . . .” soft breaths escaped haechan's lips, building anticipation to feel him inside you once more. excitement and warmth filled your being, realizing that you were the one causing these pleasure-filled sounds from haechan.
moving forward, you held haechan's cock to you. he placed his hands on your ass, gently spreading them to help in guiding his cock to the entrance. trying to relax, you gradually took the head of haechan's cock inside, slowly sinking down onto it.
moans echoed as haechan's full length entered you, a familiar explosion of sensations washing over you. every time you and haechan shared this intimacy, it felt like a burst of euphoria, butterflies fluttering from your stomach throughout your relaxed body.
“fuck, yes. you good, love?” haechan asked breathlessly, his hands tenderly gripping your waist.
“just need a moment to catch my breath. feeling a bit sensitive,” you responded, the aftermath of pleasure lingering in the air.
“it's perfect. you're doing amazing,” haechan praised, his words echoing in your mind with the resonance of his deep voice. his hands, once at your waist, now explored the exposed skin, reaching up to your hardened nipples. “so, so fucking good.”
the desire swelled, and you felt a mix of emotions. ready to move, you initiated slow rolls of your hips. the sensation of haechan's firm cock inside you was exquisite, perfectly fitting in the tightness, reaching every sensitive spot that heightened the pleasure.
“oh fuck, hyuck. you feel amazing inside me,” you expressed, the words a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that enveloped your senses.
haechan's hands found their place on your thighs, intentionally avoiding your neglected clit. firmly gripping the flesh on the back of your thighs, he aided your movements, encouraging a faster pace.
“i know, baby.” haechan's husky voice resonated, a low, rough grunt escaping him.
leaning forward, your hands landed on haechan's chest. your motions on his cock became more fervent, a determination to reach both your orgasms as fast as possible.
“ahh” you let out a quiet cry.
haechan's breaths quickened, mingling with the heated air. his open mouth controlled the symphony of pleasure that danced between you two. unlike his restrained approach, you relished the freedom to express your vocals, well aware that haechan enjoyed the symphony of your moans.
“just like that, baby. keep it going,” you whimpered in response to his praise.
as haechan's cock twitched with anticipation, you felt like you were on the brink of an otherworldly pleasure, the intensity building between you two reaching a crescendo of bliss.
tears of ecstasy welled in your eyes as you locked gazes with haechan, finding him already fixated on you. it seemed like he hadn't blinked since the intimate dance began. in his eyes, there was something more than just lust, something elusive that you dared to believe in for a fleeting moment.
you shifted to lie on haechan's chest, your chests pressed together. leaning in for a kiss, your breaths mingled in a shared rhythm. the kiss evolved into an exchange of breaths, prompting haechan to bridge the gap, closing it with a passionate kiss. you welcomed the play of tongues, lost in the intensity of the connection.
lying on haechan's chest, your neglected clit found the attention it craved between your bodies. the friction against his lower abdomen added a delightful sensation, and you reveled in the newfound pleasure.
as the intense kissing paused, you shifted back to your previous position, stealing a moment to appreciate haechan's soft, plump lips.
“hyuck-ah . . .”
“yes, baby?”
“i'm close. can you, um, touch me?”
“when my baby ask so nicely, how can i refuse?” haechan responded playfully.
granting you control of your movements, haechan pressed his thumb to your clit, skillfully circling it, heightening the pleasure between you two.
your head tossed back, hair moving in sync with each motion. the lewd sight before him stirred haechan, making him swear he'd gotten hard again. your exposed, sweat glistened neck adorned with red marks of earlier passion served as a tempting cherry on top.
“that's it, baby. make yourself come on my cock,” haechan commanded, his voice low and demanding.
whining, you were beyond words, riding yourself up and down on his cock, your hands forming fists on his chest.
“hyuck, babe, please . . .”
“hush. i've got you,” haechan assured, feeling your pulse quicken.
“i'm coming. can i cum? please baby—” you questioned, your plea lingering in the heated air.
“do it, baby. you deserve it.”
a wave of heat spread from your stomach, like a firework forming within. your climax surged as haechan's throbbing cock remained nestled inside you. goosebumps tingled on your skin, thighs trembling, and your core clenching around haechan’s cock.
“hyuck . . . hyu — ah, fuck, fuck, fuck . . .”
“come here,” haechan signaled for you to rest on his chest again, circling your clit gently in the aftermath of your euphoria. sticky with sweat, you laid on haechan, normally self-conscious, but in his arms, nothing else mattered.
listening to the rhythmic beat of haechan's heart, his touches soothing the shivering skin on your back, you gradually calmed down.
once assured you were ready, haechan shifted beneath you, adjusting his position to resume thrusting into you.
“mhmm, i'm still sensitive,” you whined into haechan’s neck.
“i won’t last long, baby. i know you still have it in you,” haechan continued to pound into you, the rhythmic slap of skin echoing. “such a good girl for me yeah?”
a choked moan escaped you as sleepiness started to invade your blissful mind.
“hyuck . . . come inside me, will you?” you managed to ask.
“shit, y/n . . . yeah, i can— ngh— no need to ask me twice.” haechan responded. as if those words triggered a switch in haechan’s mind, he fervently thrust into you. it didn't take long for his orgasm. an electric spark surging through him as his release painted your tight walls. his body tensed before relaxing completely, with you securely in his embrace.
a serene silence enveloped both of you, lying there, attuned to the symphony of each other's calming breaths.
aftercare with haechan proved to be the highlight, an intimate atmosphere created by his soothing hands caressing your flushed skin. whispers of sweet praises lingered in the air, and stolen kisses sparked daydreams of turning these cherished moments into an everyday reality.
usually, after reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, you'd part ways. haechan retreated to his own room for sleep, and you took it as a cue to leave, a familiar routine etched into the aftermath of sex within the walls of haechan's room.
feeling a bit self-indulgent today, you luxuriate in haechan’s fingers weaving through your hair, their tender journey down to massage your shoulders.
“hyuck?” you murmur, resting your chin on haechan's chest to meet his gaze.
“yes, my love?” haechan responds with a curious glance.
“can i stay here with you in your bed tonight?” the question hangs in the air, your brief moment of doubt heightened by haechan's gaze.
but that flicker of uncertainty evaporates in an instant. haechan, captivated by the woman of his dreams before him, embraces the offer without hesitation, drawing you closer in the warmth of the moment.
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jaemin x f!reader, smut 18+ minors dni
*repost from my old blog
bf!jaemin who has such a high sex drive, so energetic and cocky, smirking up at you as he bounces you on his big cock, making you cum for the third time
your thighs are shaking and sticky with your slick, muscles screaming for rest and your skin sweaty and flushed from the effort. jaemin’s big hands are holding up all your weight as his fingers press into the flesh of your hips, lifting you up and slamming you down over his hips over and over. your fucked out body trembles each time his cockhead pushes against your cervix, the only noises you’re able to make are stuttered and mumbled utterances of his name along with tired and strangled whines
jaemin’s just smiling smugly at the way he’s making you fall apart, flashing his prefect teeth before bringing a big hand up to your face, hooking the hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear before holding your jaw firmly between his long fingers, “wake up, cute girl .. c’mon, baby, open your pretty eyes”
“jaem .. s’too much ..”
“but your pussy’s squeezing me so nicely, baby, you can do one more, c’mere”
he flips your bodies so you’re on your back beneath him before he’s grabbing your bruised hips and flipping you onto your tummy. his long fingers press into the flesh of your thighs as he pulls them apart. he’d lean down to kiss and lick at your puffy and dripping cunt, kneading the backs of your thighs. he’d pull his face away to inspect your sex, dipping his fingers between your slick lips, your tight wetness squelching around his digits as he pushed them into you, “your pussy’s so tight, baby, s’begging to cum again”
jaemin lays down beside you, lifting one of your hips and pulling it towards him so you’re his little spoon, his broad chest against your back and his throbbing cock pressed against your ass. one of his big biceps rests under your head as he wraps his arm around your neck, slightly squeezing your throat between his bicep and forearm and laughing against the shell of your ear as you gasp and scratch at his arm
he pushes into you so slowly, shushing you and running his big palm up and down your torso and the curve of your hip as he bottoms out in your tight sex. he picks up the pace, ignoring your crying and whining as he fucks up into you, your bruised walls pulsing around every inch of his wet cock, his full balls slapping against your sensitive clit
he gets so fucked out and lost in how wet and warm you are, he swings his leg over your hip so he’s pinning you down, pounding you into the mattress. you’re getting dizzy from the headlock he has you in and his raspy grunts and moans he’s spilling into your ear, your pussy so wrecked from the way he’s pounding into your walls so desperately
despite it being the fourth time he’s made you cum tonight, he’s so desperate for it, desperate to feel you squeeze and gush around him as he finally finishes, “that’s it, baby, thaaat’s it, fuckkk”, “don’t stop squeezing me, good girl, keep being good f’me”, “told you y’could take another”
after a few final thrusts to push his cum deeper into you, he’s flipping your limp body onto your back, sweeping your hair from your warm and flushed face and pressing a few soft kisses to your puffy lips before moving down the bed to inspect your pussy again. jaemin never misses the opportunity to watch his thick cum drip out of you, collecting the juices making a mess around your swollen pussy lips on his fingers and pushing it back into you, which overstimulates you, making your tired legs shake
he’ll bring his sticky fingers to your lips, “ahh”, having you taste yourselves, and he loves laying like that for a while, watching your pretty lips suckle around his long fingers, your bare chest rising and falling slowly, your sleepy and fucked out eyes look up at him as his cum still leaks out of you onto the sheets
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tyonfs · 10 months
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the marriage and baby project
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❝ this thing cries? god, what a cockblock. ❞
PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, angst, college au, sort of a fake dating au, sort of a roommate au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension, mark is a virgin, reader is a born again virgin(??), dirty talk, big dick mark agenda, golden hour reference ifykyk, oral (m. receiving), protected sex this time, also no real babies were endangered during the marriage and baby project just a robot one
SUMMARY ▸ mark lee has had the biggest crush on you for years, so, naturally, he’s over the moon when you’re both partnered for a group project. however, he underestimates just how close two people can get when they have to pretend they’re married for a month while taking care of a fake baby.
PLAYLIST ▸ nonsense by sabrina carpenter • golden hour by mark 
WORD COUNT ▸ 13,291 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ IT’S HERE! reparations for mark sort of?? anyways i hope you guys like it ♡ part of the dunk shot! series but can be read separately
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MARK LEE HAD TERRIBLE LUCK.
At this point in his life, it was almost set in stone. In some parallel universe, there was an eleventh commandment reinstating this. He had friends like Park Jisung to tell him that his misfortune wasn’t that bad, but following a chain of recent events (and walking into plenty of awkward moments), Mark concluded that not only was his luck complete shit, but his best friend was a complete liar, too.
These series of unfortunate events only worsened when Mark found out he was paired with you for a group project.
Not just any group project, but the marriage and baby project. Over the next four weeks, you and Mark would play the role of a (hopefully) happy, married couple. Together, you two would be responsible for a fake baby that mimicked the real needs of an actual infant. At the end of the unit, the professor would grade him based on his parent logs and by gauging if the RealCare Baby doll was still in good shape.
The only reason why Mark took Family and Consumer Science was because his friends told him it would be an easy A for a general education requirement he needed to fulfill. No one clued him in on having to become a married man and father.
“Hi, Mark,” you greeted with a smile, sliding into the seat next to him. “I guess I’m Y/N Lee for the next few weeks.”
He felt his heart drop to his stomach.
Here was a brief rundown: you were essentially a femme fatale, a drop-dead gorgeous it-girl; and Mark was a loser who was somewhat good at playing basketball. On top of that, Mark harbored the biggest crush on you since forever.
Forever dated back to high school. The first time he laid eyes on you was during the only other class you two ever shared: AP Literature. Introductions were on the very first day, and when everyone went around sharing their passions and interests, Mark couldn’t take his eyes off of you when you gushed about how much you loved gardening.
Although Mark never spoke to you much, he had always thought you were the most breathtaking individual he had ever seen. That was probably why he was malfunctioning right now. He had never gotten the opportunity to be around you like this, mostly because you were dating Vernon Chwe up until last year. All he could do was admire from afar helplessly, eyes lingering as you strode down hallways.
Chenle told him that there was a definite shelf life on relationships like yours and Vernon’s—relationships that were mostly physical—so he was confident you two wouldn’t last. And he was right. When you and Vernon broke up, Mark felt bad seeing your teary eyes, but an ugly part of him had been waiting for it to happen.
This situation, however, was like winning the lottery. Not only was he partnered up with you, but he had to play the role of your husband? Things like this never really happened to Mark, so he figured some misfortunate was coming his way soon.
“Hey, Y/N,” he managed to get out.
“I like your hair today,” you complimented.
“I didn’t do anything to it.”
Somewhere, in the depths of Mark’s subconscious, a metaphysical Zhong Chenle was screaming, “She’s flirting with you, dumbass!” whilst stabbing Mark with metaphysical pitchforks lit on fire.
“Come up and get your babies,” the professor, Dr. Han, instructed. “These RealCare infant simulators use wireless programming to track and report on your behaviors, which is why I had you all sign those consent forms.” She held up one of the dolls for everyone to see. “I’m not gonna require you all to keep your dolls in a car seat, but I will be able to see records of misuse, clothing changes, temperature changes, whether you’ve rocked, fed, or burped your baby, or respond to its cries.”
Great. He had to walk around campus with a plastic baby. Mark’s friends were never going to let him live this down.
He wondered if the RealCare infant could play basketball.
He turned to face you again. “Do you want a boy or girl?”
“Mark Lee,” Dr. Han chided, and he nearly jumped when he saw her standing right beside his desk. “You don’t get to choose the gender of your child in real life, so I’ll be randomly assigning each couple a baby.”
“I don’t think we’ve considered the possibility of gene editing.”
“You can take that up with Congress.”
She handed Mark one of the dolls, and he assumed he was now the father of a girl when he saw the pink onesie. He also got a bag with several care items for the baby, and he shuddered at the thought of having to leave basketball practice to change his baby’s diaper.
“What should we name her?” you asked, peering over at the plastic bundle of joy.
“How about Paula?”
Mark paused after you went silent. All he could think of was the character from Earthbound when he suggested that, and you were probably too nice to say that you hated it.
You hummed in thought. “Hey, she shares a name with one of the characters from Earthbound.”
Pause. You, of all people, knew the cult classic Super Nintendo Entertainment System RPG, Earthbound? You knew Earthbound? If Mark didn’t already have a crush on you, this would have been the moment that made him fall for you hard.
“W-wait,” he stuttered pathetically. “You play Earthbound?”
“I did as a kid,” you explained. “I don’t remember much of it now, though. Paula was one of the main characters, though, right?” You scooted your chair a little closer. “So, are we naming her Paula?”
“Yeah, we can do Pau—”
“Group three has claimed the name Paula for their baby!” their professor announced. “The rest of the groups can come up and write the name of their baby on the board.”
“Who else was thinking of Paula?” Mark muttered, looking back to see said group, consisting of Jung Sungchan and Shin Yuna, who were fiddling with their baby.
You two eventually decided on naming your baby Frisk, which was the result of talking about other indie RPG games. Thankfully, the name wasn’t taken by the time Mark claimed it on the board, so you two were set with your newly-minted family. The professor had told every couple to come up with a plan on taking care of the baby, so you and Mark figured out a schedule before leaving class.
“So, I’m taking the baby back to my apartment, right?” Mark clarified while he walked with you down the hallway. “I have basketball practice right now, but if you could take care of her until I’m done, then I can take her home.”
“Where’s home?”
“Uh…” Mark was blanking. “My apartment?”
“Where is it?”
“Like, the student apartments on Sixth Street—Room 301.”
“Alright, I’ll head over there. I have to stop by my place to pack first, though.”
“Wait… what?”
“We’re married now, right?” You cocked your head to the side, as if you were confused. “Give me your keys. I’ll wait for you at home.”
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Maybe Mark was downright stupid, but he handed over his keys to you without a second thought.
He handed over the keys to his apartment. You two weren’t even that close for him to trust you so wholeheartedly, and here he was, acting like he had no other care in the world, no concept of safety.
For some reason, he only realized how irrational this was halfway through basketball practice. When Johnny Suh passed him the ball, he figured out mid-dribble that there was a possibility that you could rob him.
What would you even take? His deodorant? There was a pretty sweet air fryer in the kitchen that his parents got him, but it wasn’t expensive enough to rob someone’s house for. Mark was definitely in over his head because he was 100% confident that he didn’t have anything of value to you.
“Dude, are you good?” Zhong Chenle asked, patting his back firmly. “You’ve been off all practice.”
“I’m a married man now,” Mark muttered.
“Oh, nice,” Chenle replied, feigning interest before leaning over to Kim Jungwoo and whispering, “Get him some ice for his head.”
(“On it,” Jungwoo affirmed.
“Bro, don’t actually get me ice,” Mark tried, looking defeated as he watched Jungwoo walk away.)
He shot Chenle a withering look. “It’s the marriage and baby project.”
Those were the only words his best friend needed to hear. After all, it was Chenle’s fault that Mark ended up in that class, anyway. If he didn’t suggest it for Mark’s GE requirement, then Mark probably wouldn’t have had to suffer through an entire semester of it.
“Who’d you get?” Chenle asked, a wide grin stretching across his face as he pried for information.
As of late, Chenle had been overbearing about Mark’s love life. His friend was constantly pushing him to talk to girls, despite Mark’s insistence that he didn’t want to talk to anyone but you. Of course, even after declaring that, he had never actually made a move on you. He was far too shy and you were far too pretty.
“Y/N,” Mark muttered.
“Y/N,” the point guard repeated, staring his friend down until his eyes were big as discs. “The Y/N? The one you’ve been crushing on since forever?”
“Yes,” Mark replied pointedly, “and let’s not make a big deal about it because absolutely nothing’s going to happen.” After recalling his conversation with you earlier, he paused for a second before adding, “Even though… nevermind.”
“What?” Chenle pressed.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t pull that shit on me. You know I can see right through you.”
“Okay, fine.” Mark huffed lightly. “She’s crashing at my place until we’re done with the project.”
“Don’t lie to me either.”
“I’m not lying!”
“Mark, I’m not an idiot.”
“Dude, I’m serious,” he insisted, but there was no convincing Chenle until Mark had actual, physical proof. “When have I ever lied to you?”
“Remember when we played Two Truths and a Lie, and you—”
“Okay, clearly lying is required for Two Truths and a Lie, so that doesn’t count.”
“Well, that’s true.” Chenle rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess you don’t have any reason to be lying about this, but there’s no fucking way Y/N, of all people, is living with you. That’s gotta be straight out of a rom-com.”
“You’re living with who?” a voice called from behind Chenle.
Johnny Suh, captain of the basketball team and one of Mark’s best friends, strode over and slung an arm around Chenle’s shoulders. He had quite a few inches on both of them, and it made interrogations far more intimidating. This was exactly the time when Johnny would start grilling Mark for more information. Unlike Chenle, Johnny was persistent.
“Y/N,” Chenle answered before Mark could start denying. “They’re paired up for that lame baby project.”
Johnny raised his brows, impressed. “Dude, it’s your chance.”
“Chance for what?”
“To get pus—”
“Don’t say that!” Mark exclaimed, cheeks burning bright red. He felt like he was going to faint from how embarrassed he was. “I like her in a very… a very respectful way.”
“Oh.” Chenle snorted. “Good luck with that.”
With that, Chenle made some comment about being parched, and he jogged off to the water fountain. Mark’s eyes followed him, but his face was set in a frown. His friend’s good-natured comment seemed backhanded, and Mark had a weird feeling about it. So, he turned to Johnny.
“What’d he mean by that?”
Johnny grinned. “He means Y/N’s going to break you.”
(Jungwoo, who had been gone for a majority of the conversation, approached the trio and said, “I brought the ice pack.”
Mark could only sigh. “Jesus Christ, Jungwoo.”)
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chenle (douchebag #2): did you break yet?
mark: no
johnny (douchebag #1): did you break yet?
mark: no
chenle (douchebag #2): how about now?
mark: no
Naturally, gossip traveled faster than light, so the entire basketball team soon found out about Mark living with you. Everyone seemed to agree that you would break Mark, too, so they all started placing bets on when it would happen.
Johnny was betting on a week, but Chenle held out hope, wagering ten dollars on Mark lasting a week and a half. Mark still had no idea why they thought you were going to break him, but he was starting to understand when he walked into his apartment to see you in shorts and a bikini top.
“I was gonna go to the community pool,” you said. No greetings, just straight to business. “I can take the baby with me, if you want.”
Mark was too distracted by the two suitcases by the door to respond, though. He just glanced from you to the luggages for several seconds before he asked, “You were serious about living here?”
You tilted your head, confused. “You don’t want me to?”
“No, it’s fine, just…” Mark shook his head. “It’s nothing. Enjoy your swim.”
“You’re not coming?”
“Uh…”
“Come on,” you urged, grabbing his hand and tugging him a little closer. “You can watch Frisk while I swim.”
He swallowed hard. Something about you being in minimal clothing and getting in water didn’t seem like it would bode well for Mark. His seemingly innocent crush on you was now tainted, like ink blots splotching white paper, growing bigger and bigger.
“Sure,” he ended up saying. Mark decided not to go against you for now; he would use this opportunity to find out what the fuck was going on in your head. “I’ll put my backpack away real quick.” When he got to his room and flicked the lights on, he raised his voice so that you could hear him. “By the way, I can take the couch! You can sleep on my bed.”
He set his backpack next to his desk, but when he turned back to head to the living room, you were standing right at the doorway. His heart jumped a little in his chest, and he was sure your stay would result in him being predisposed to cardiac arrest. The RealCare baby was nestled snug in your arms as you frowned back at Mark.
“Married couples sleep together,” you said.
“B-but we’re—”
“We’ll have to go to couples therapy if you’re gonna be so distant.” There was a hint of a smile on your face, and Mark couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. All he knew was that you were crazy. Crazy and incredibly hot. “That can’t be good for the baby.”
You must have been hellbent on breaking him.
“Yeah, okay,” Mark breathed out. He supposed he would have to sleep with all his clothes on for the next few weeks. “That works for me.”
“Great!” you chirped before taking Mark’s hand and grinning. “Rub sunscreen on my back?”
The sun wasn’t even out.
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Mark decided he wouldn’t tell Chenle or Johnny shit.
The moment you shimmied off your shorts at the poolside, Mark was pretty sure you were already breaking him. It was bad enough that he let his hands linger when he rubbed sunscreen on your back (with no sunlight to be seen), but your bikini bottoms were offering him too good of a view. Mark distracted himself with his phone, feigning a sudden interest in tomorrow’s weather when he felt a splash of water against his cheek.
He looked up to see you on the poolside, smiling up at him coyly. “You have to hold our baby with both hands.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, shuffling to put his phone away and move the doll into a more comfortable position.
“Sit,” you insisted, patting the concrete right in front of you. “It’s no fun if you just watch.”
Mark nodded and kicked off his Nike slides to the side. He sat down at the edge of the pool carefully, adjusting Frisk in his arms so that she wouldn’t get wet, and he dipped his feet into the water. He didn’t expect it to be so warm, but he was glad that he had an excuse to explain why his face felt so hot.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Mark started, meeting your gaze with his nervous one. When you hummed inquisitively, he continued, “Why are you so into this whole marriage and baby project? I mean, I don’t think any of the other groups are going this far for a good grade.”
He thought his direct question would leave you unnerved. Instead, you just smiled.
“I don’t know,” you said. “I just feel like it’d be fun to be Mark Lee’s wife for a few weeks.”
“And… so you wanna live in my house?”
“Of course!” You straightened up, looking visibly shocked. “I’d feel horrible for Frisk if she had to be raised by separated parents.”
“Oh, uh, right.” Mark was still befuddled, but he nodded along to your words. “So, what else are you planning? I’m not gonna wake up to breakfast in bed, am I?”
“That depends.” You leaned closer and Mark could hear his heart thumping in his chest. “What’s your definition of breakfast in bed?”
If Mark was good at keeping a straight face earlier, he certainly wasn’t doing so hot right now. After realizing the implication in your words, his jaw hung open comically. He didn’t have the mental capacity to string any words together and formulate a response. There was just white sound ringing in his ears.
“You good?” you asked.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I just feel hot.”
“Then why don’t you come swim with me?” You grabbed his hand and tugged gently, encouraging him to get in fully. “The water’s nice.”
“What about Frisk?”
“Frisk will be perfectly fine. It’s just for a bit.”
Mark let out a shaky exhale. He didn’t want to get his hopes up or anything, but this offer felt like it would quickly escalate if Mark engaged. Alarms went off in his head. He knew this was much too fast for him to keep up with, but his body moved against all rational thought. Before he could stop himself, he was already putting Frisk down.
He pulled his shirt up and over his head.
You were eyeing him like a hawk, taking in his toned body as he revealed more skin. Mark almost felt shy to undress himself in front of you, but he quickly realized how much more nervous he was going to feel once he was actually in the pool with you.
With a light grunt, he lowered himself into the water. The smell of chlorine overwhelmed him for a moment, but then Mark was focused on you and how cool the water was. It did feel nice, as you told him, but now he was terrified of getting an erection.
Once, Mark walked in on Jeong Jaehyun fucking a good friend of his in a hot tub. That was how he knew pool sex was not out of the question.
“Whoa,” you mumbled, reaching out to run the pads of your fingers down Mark’s abs. “You’re so ripped.”
He tried not to shudder under your touch and instead opted for a laugh. “Are you lying to make me feel good?”
“What?”
“Like…” Mark was fumbling for words, rummaging his brain for something that didn’t sound stupid. “I feel like you’re just saying stuff to get in my head.”
“Get in your head? Why would I do that?”
His throat felt dry when he swallowed. “I don’t know,” he mumbled before clearing his throat and saying, “I just feel like you’ve never shown this much interest in me before, so…”
Your face clouded with puzzlement. Mark wondered if you were offended by him questioning your genuinity, and he seemed to be correct when you pulled back with a frown. Your hand dropped back to your side, yet your touch still lingered across his skin.
“You’re cute, Mark,” you said simply, as if you were stating a known fact. “There’s no way girls haven’t told you that before.”
No, girls hadn’t told him that.
Perhaps Mark was overshadowed by the rest of the basketball team members, but he never experienced girls flocking to cheer him on like they did for Johnny Suh. He was never the one to stay back to talk to someone who had been eyeing him the whole game. Sure, Mark got a few looks here and there, but no girl had outright told him that he was cute.
Until you, he supposed. He had received a lifetime of attention from you today. This was quite possibly the most significant point of his college experience so far.
Whenever Mark and his friends talked about girls, he would always quietly listen. He never had much to share, especially not when Jungwoo had stories that rivaled Casanova himself. No one cared enough to hear about Mark’s pure little crush on you when they could hear about the threesome Jungwoo had with two cheerleaders.
Plus, you had been with Vernon for so long. Mark held his tongue most of the time out of respect. Even if you weren’t part of the conversation, he didn’t want to talk badly about Vernon just because he liked you. It would have been pathetic of Mark to talk big when, in reality, he was a coward.
“Only you,” he replied in a soft voice, almost embarrassed.
You looked genuinely shocked when you asked, “Really?” That coy smile returned to your lips when you shook your head and moved to wrap your arms around Mark’s neck. You simpered, “Poor, poor Mark. You really have no idea.”
“Idea of what?”
He shivered when your breath tickled his ear. “Any girl would kill to be in my shoes right now.”
That had to be an exaggeration. Mark didn’t condone murder. Plus, you were barefoot.
“I have a feeling,” you continued, “that you’re not as innocent as you pretend you are.”
Was that the impression Mark gave off? It wasn’t that he was trying to present himself as some goody two shoes, but he was far tamer than the rest of his friends.
But maybe you were implying something else. Something more carnal.
If you were implying that Mark hadn’t let a single dirty thought rack his brain, then you were gravely mistaken. Mark Lee was still a man—a man who oftentimes thought with his dick. Of course, he tried his best to never think of you in indecent ways, but what good was his willpower when you were stripped down to a bikini in front of him?
Mark let out a shuddering breath and held you back by your shoulders. “Y/N, I don’t think us being this close right now is a good idea. We’re in public, like—”
“So?” You laughed, moving his hands from your shoulders to your waist. Mark had to keep his large hands from fidgeting, especially when you moved in so close that your chests were nearly touching. “I don’t see anyone else out here.”
“Someone could walk through those gates at any moment.”
“Then I hope they enjoy the show.”
One could call you desperate.
Mark wouldn’t call you that, though. There was no desperation in your tone; you were just confident—someone who marched to the beat of their own drum. It was like you had zero shame in any of the things you said, so Mark wouldn’t dare call you desperate. Especially not when he liked you too much for his own good.
There was no way he could resist your advances, not when you were looking at him with those bedroom eyes. Mark could only close your eyes and anticipate what he had been waiting for his entire life when you started leaning in.
Right when your lips neared his, though, Mark heard a splash right next to him. At first, he brushed it off, but then the gurgles and cries snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. The mechanic wailing made his heart drop to his stomach.
“Oh shit,” you whispered.
Your maternal instincts kicked in when you dunked your head in the pool to save the plastic baby. Mark, on the other hand, turned around with a scowl. He leaned over the poolside and shook his head in dismay.
“This thing cries?” he muttered to himself. “God, what a cockblock.”
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“Uh… is it okay?” Mark asked, trying to wrap his head around why you looked so distressed over the fake child. “Or, well, are you okay?”
“It?” you repeated, scowling at Mark’s unintentional dehumanization of the robot infant. “You’re referring to our baby as an it?”
“Sorry.” Mark hoisted himself up and out of the pool. He sat beside you to examine the doll, and it seemed as if the RealCare infant was still in good shape. There was no noticeable damage done by the water, so you two seemed to have lucked out. “I’m sure nothing’s gonna happen to our grade. Maybe she’ll think we gave her a bath!”
You didn’t meet Mark’s eyes, and your voice was no louder than a whisper when you said, “Hopefully.”
“What’s wrong?” He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently in an attempt to comfort you.
“I’m a horrible mother.”
“You’re not a horrible mother.”
“I am an utterly horrible mother.”
“It’s a doll, Y/N.”
“It’s our child, Mark!”
“If you’re a horrible mother, then I’m a horrible father,” he insisted. For a moment, you just looked up at him with perplexed eyes, so Mark sighed and sat down in front of you. He crossed his legs and placed a hand on Frisk’s plastic leg. “This means we can just learn how to be good parents together—little by little. We’re not gonna get everything right the first time. That’s how parenting works, right?”
Slowly, a smile crept to your lips, and Mark had never been so elated to see your eyes gleam so cheerfully.
“Thanks, Mark,” you said, punching his shoulder playfully. It actually hurt like a bitch, but Mark steeled his nerves so that he didn’t look pathetic in front of you. “You’ve really got a way with words sometimes.”
For a moment, he felt like this moment you two shared was almost beautiful. A little dispute resolved shortly after common understanding was the perfect thing to bond over. Sure, you were a little strange at first, but Mark was starting to think that maybe—deep down—you could be vulnerable, too.
But then you crushed his notion into shards of glass when you asked, “So, are you a virgin?”
Mark let out a strangled noise that sounded like a cat drowning. He lamely hit the center of his chest with his fist to regain his composure, but your sincere smile was already morphing into a smirk, and Mark felt like his world was capsizing. Once again, he had reverted back into a complete loser. His moment of glory was over.
“Um… define virgin.”
“Someone who hasn’t had sex,” you answered.
Oh, that probably made sense.
He tried to divert the topic with a pathetic whine. “We were just having a moment.”
“A moment has to end eventually.”
“You could’ve ended it with a gentler transition,” he grumbled, “but, yes, I’m a virgin.”
You frowned. “How?”
“What do you mean, how? I just haven’t had sex.”
“But we had a baby together.”
“A plastic baby for a group project,” Mark deadpanned. He wondered when you would ever stop blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, even though it amused him. He turned the question on you, asking, “Are you a virgin?”
He knew damn well you weren’t, but you replied, “Yeah.”
Mark narrowed his eyes. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Y/N, I’m not stupid.”
“I’m a born again virgin.”
“Oh my God.” He wanted to die. “You are not a born again virgin.”
“I’m not sure you can make that decision for me.” You then grinned like a Cheshire cat, a clear indication that you were going to say something that would wind up having you redirected to a psychologist. “We can lose our virginities to each other.”
Mark tugged a hand through his hair and, almost embarrassed by how choked up his voice sounded, whispered, “Are you insane?”
“Maybe so.”
And Mark ended up laughing. Laughing hysterically to the point where he thought he was going crazy. He probably looked and sounded like a madman, but you were eerily calm. You had finally pushed him off the edge, and he hated to admit it, but he was certain that you had finally broken him. It only took less than a day for you to pull apart the strings of his sanity—an impressive feat, really.
Except you hadn’t broken him quite in the way Johnny and Chenle were probably expecting. Whatever it was you did spurred Mark Lee to grab you by the back of the neck and lean down to kiss you hard.
And when he pulled back, breathless and frazzled, your lips curled into a grin that could make flowers bloom and birds sing.
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And, so, it carried on like that for the next week.
Mark and you lived together for an entire week with not too many complications. Sure, he was getting irritated from the baby waking him up every night, but it wasn’t as terrible as the intense sexual tension that he could do nothing about.
You would always subtly make a move on Mark, who would attempt to reciprocate and proceed to either get interrupted by Frisk or something else. So, Mark would wait until you were asleep to jerk off in the bathroom. He knew that you would be fully willing to help him out, but he still couldn’t tell what your intentions were, so he felt unsure about starting something with you.
However, that didn’t stop Mark and you from making out with each other whenever you could. After the first kiss, you two couldn’t get enough of each other. Mark was eager to run his hands down your body while yours were dangling loosely around his neck. You would practically jump into his arms, allowing him to carry you until you were pressed against a wall or thrown onto his bed, and then he would lose himself to the taste of your lips.
Until Frisk would start crying again.
“Anything noteworthy?” Chenle asked during practice, dribbling his basketball while keeping his gaze fixed on his best friend.
“I kissed Y/N again,” Mark said, “because she was driving me crazy… again.”
“As one does, I guess.” Chenle threw the ball to Mark, who caught it swiftly. “Good job, dude. Maybe you’ll finally get laid.”
That was how Mark’s updates had been going for the past week. Chenle was more impressed the first few times, but now his response seemed scheduled, like he was expecting it.
The first night was truly the strangest encounter. After you and Mark shared a frenzied kiss, he took off his jacket to cover you up after noticing the goosebumps running down your arms. Then, he walked you back to his apartment (and sprinted back to the pool afterward because he left Frisk at the poolside).
The heated poolside kiss offered the perfect opportunity for you and Mark to spend the night together, but he couldn’t get a grip on himself. He ended up tucking you in his bed and sleeping on the couch. It took a while for him to fall asleep, though, because all he could think about were how soft your lips were against his.
But it was all so wrong.
Mark felt like he was the punchline of some sick joke. Whatever you were doing to him was messing with his head, and he couldn’t seem to figure out if there was any genuinity in your actions. Sure, you two shared a fraction of a moment when you started breaking down over the plastic baby, but it was almost immediately shattered by your frivolous question.
From being the pathetic college student who pined after you for years to becoming the object of your every desire, Mark was quite confused. He was questioning every single word that slipped from your lips, every action that threw him in for a loop. It was painstakingly miserable.
“I don’t wanna get laid like that.” Mark scowled. “Especially not with our baby crying every other minute.”
Chenle’s eyes widened, and he stopped dribbling the ball after Mark threw it to him, choosing to tuck it under his arm. “Whoa. Sounds like you’re not very happy.”
“Great observation, Chenle. Maybe psychology’s up your alley if statistics doesn’t work out.”
Chenle chose to ignore the jab and pointed out, “You don’t normally argue back like this.”
“We should start calling you Sherlock.”
“Dude, you’re mad.”
“I’m telling you she’s crazy, not—”
“No, Mark, you’re mad,” Chenle repeated. “You’re angry. I’ve never seen you heated before. You usually just take whatever comes at you, or you just laugh these things off.”
Mark sighed heavily. “I guess parenting takes a lot out of a person.”
“Maybe this is a good thing,” Chenle tried. “Maybe now you’ll get over your weird obsession with Y/N.”
“I don’t have a weird obsession with—”
Mark felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Johnny Suh standing right behind him. The basketball team captain’s eyebrows were raised.
“Trust me, dude,” he said, “you do have a weird obsession.”
Mark spluttered, offended. “Does everyone think this?”
He looked around to see most of the basketball team members nodding in agreement, but they looked away and got back to their drills as soon as Mark made eye contact with a few of them. Mark had never felt so distressed in his life, not even when Jisung’s stupid cat ate his pet goldfish last year.
“Mark!” a voice echoed from the entrance of the gym. His head whipped around to see you sauntering over with Frisk in a baby carrier. “You’re taking the baby home today, right? I’m going to the gym for an hour.”
Mark felt like an idiot for fixating on the way your gym shorts hugged your thighs deliciously. He could only think of how he would just tear them off if no one else was around. Maybe he could have you ride his thigh—
Actually, before that, Mark needed to move past first base with you. It was difficult getting more than five minutes together when parenting duties arose.
He was starting to see why everyone thought he had a weird obsession.
“Uh, yeah,” he stammered out while taking Frisk from your arms. “I’ll take her home after practice ends.”
“Alright, thanks,” you replied, getting on your toes to peck Mark’s lips gently before turning on your heels. “Bye, babe.”
“Dude, she’s insane,” Chenle said in awe as he watched you head out of the gym.
“Insane,” Mark affirmed, “and so fucking hot.”
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Later in the day, when you had finally put Frisk to sleep, Mark decided to bring up what you did in front of the entire basketball team. It had been on his mind all day; not because you kissed him but because you kissed him in front of his friends. Screwing around privately was much different from being affectionate in public.
“That was quite the stunt you pulled earlier,” he mentioned. When you responded with a questioning hum, he clarified, “Kissing me in front of the entire team.”
You were preoccupied with your reflection in the hallway mirror, messing with your hair to see what looked better. Mark was trying not to ogle so openly at the gym shorts that you were still wearing. He was almost starting to feel guilty for thinking such dirty thoughts.
“Oh, well, I saw the way you were looking at me,” you said, “so I just did it.”
“Looking at you?” he asked thoughtlessly, and then he only realized you had turned around because he couldn’t stare at your ass anymore. Now he had been caught and shame was burning on his face. “Uh, sorry, I was just—”
“You’re looking again,” you observed.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just—”
“You don’t have to apologize, Mark.” You walked over and straddled his thighs, as far back as possible so that you were sitting more on his knees. This was bad; Mark was going to get a boner if you kept this up. “You can just make it up to me.”
“I got a really big, um…”
You smiled in that coy way that made all the blood rush to Mark’s cock, painfully tenting his pants in the most uncomfortable way. “Got a really big what?”
He swallowed thickly. “Problem.”
“Need any help with that?”
Mark let out a happy sigh and his words spilled out faster than he could even process them. “Haven’t even taken you out for dinner yet.”
“Mark.”
“It’s the principle of the matter. I mean, I guess I made you ramen the other night. That has to count for something, right?”
“Mark.”
“No, that can’t count for anything. I have to actually pay for a proper dinner at a proper restaurant with—”
“Mark!” you exclaimed once again, and he snapped out of his ramblings to look down at you. All the blood was rushing to his cock when he watched you slowly lower down to your knees. In a softer voice, you asked, “Do you need any help or not?”
“Please.”
His voice came out with an edge of desperation. Mark didn’t know he had it in him to beg like that, and it would have embarrassed him if he wasn’t already yearning for you. While you didn’t directly tease him, the little curl of your lips made Mark’s face feel hot.
Your fingers slid past his waistband, and you started tugging at his pants with one hand while the other worked on his zipper. Mark rushed to help you, unable to contain how eager he was to feel your pretty lips around his throbbing cock. It was almost painful how he ached for you.
All he wanted was for Frisk to shut the fuck up for ten minutes—just ten minutes—so that he could receive the head of his life. Mark made a silent prayer that the robot baby wouldn’t start crying for milk and interrupt the moment like it always did.
Once you and Mark finally managed to yank his pants and boxers down to his ankles, you knelt back down and stared at Mark’s cock, watching it twitch sporadically. At first, he worried that you were underwhelmed by the size—maybe even having second thoughts on giving him a blowjob.
It was when he noticed your shy body language when he decided to ask, “Everything okay?”
“You’re so fucking huge,” you said after a moment of hesitation. “Like, I’m almost worried I won’t be able to take it all.”
Sometimes, Mark truly couldn’t tell if you were real or some sort of manifestation of his every desire and fantasy.
He started to lean toward the latter after he watched you lean forward to spit on the head of his cock, moving your hand up and down his shaft to lubricate him.
With a few experimental kitten licks to the head of his cock, you wound up taking his head into your mouth. Mark let out a groan immediately, internally begging you to just stop teasing and take the rest of him in. His cock was nearly throbbing from all the teasing. If you ever decided to really edge him, he would be a goner.
“Y/N, please,” he mumbled, cupping your cheek with his hand to urge you to take in more.
Your soft lips, painted cherry red, moved down on his cock. Mark couldn’t even think straight as you swirled your tongue around his length, taking your time along his thick veins. A breathless laugh escaped his lips; he was desperate—needing more.
Mark’s face was pinched in pleasure, trying to conceal the deep groans that dared escape his throat. He ended up giving in, though, because your tongue snaking around his girth was almost too much for him to handle. Then, you started to speed up, which Mark suspected was encouraged by his moans.
It felt as though the walls were crashing around him, so Mark stood up, leaving you perplexed and looking up at him with his cock still in your mouth. Somewhere between that, he managed to kick his jeans and boxers off his ankles completely. You were still bobbing your head back and forth, and the sight was breathtaking.
So, Mark did the only thing he could think of, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair at the back of your head and started bucking his hips into your mouth.
You let out a muffled cry, although it was clear you were enjoying Mark taking charge by the way you gripped his thighs and hollowed your cheeks out. There was a fire burning in Mark that he had never ignited before—something that woke him up, or woke something in him up.
“Yeah? You like that?” he taunted. Mark never expected such filthy words to come from his mouth, but he couldn’t help himself. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Heat prickled his skin, and Mark had never had someone get him off, but he was sure this was it. Countless nights of beating off couldn’t compare to this moment—not when it was you, on your knees, looking up at him with those hazy, glazed-over eyes. Mark ran his thumb over your lip, smudging your lipstick further, and then it was all over for him.
Tiny shocks of pleasure coursed up his spine, and before Mark knew it, he was cumming in your mouth with zero warning. The feeling was so intense, all at once, and then it started subsiding. Aftershocks of pleasure came in waves, but Mark was so drunk on the feeling. He probably should have mentioned his incoming orgasm to you, but now he couldn’t even think properly as he watched you swallow down his load.
You stayed on your knees, keeping your gaze fixed on him as you pulled your lips off his cock.
Mark groaned at the sight. “Fuck,” was all he could muster before he knelt down and reconnected his lips with yours in a rushed kiss.
Dizzy. Hot. Frenzied. Mark felt like his surroundings had melted away, and the world was just you and him. He pulled you up to your feet, keeping his palms on your cheeks, and moved you carefully to his bedroom.
You pulled away to take off your shirt as you sat at the edge of Mark’s bed. You and Mark had cuddled a few nights on the same mattress, but being able to fuck you was completely different. Even though your dynamic was already strange, sealing the deal like this would change everything.
But Mark wasn’t complaining.
“You know,” he decided to admit as he pulled off his t-shirt, “the guys think I have some sort of weird obsession with you.”
“Well, are you?”
You kicked off your pants, and you were left in a black lingerie set that Mark couldn’t take his eyes off of. The way the fabric hugged your every curve made his brain go haywire. Maybe it was because Mark was a virgin, but he was freaking out and you two hadn’t even gotten started.
In response, Mark nodded. “Yeah, a little.”
You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you. Mark’s lips were slow on yours, lazily slipping into your mouth and licking as he pleased. He sighed happily into your mouth and felt his heartbeat skyrocket when your smile grew against his lips.
This kiss deepened, this time with more fervor, and Mark groaned into your mouth when he felt your nails rake down his back. He spread his slender fingers out to run his hand down the front of your body, shuddering lightly once he was at your stomach. Any lower and Mark would be in dangerous territory.
You pulled away to ask, “Are you nervous?”
“This is my first time,” Mark replied, “and it’s a little scarier doing it with someone who’s more confident than I am.”
“I’m actually pretty nervous, too.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, because I was going to ask you not to fuck me.” You pulled him closer so that you could press a kiss to his jawline. “I want you to make love to me.”
Mark’s jaw went slack at your words. All of a sudden, he wondered if the passage of time moved slower because five seconds of watching you shy away felt like an eternity.
Mark was uncertain. He had always been uncertain of many things in his life. He wasn’t very confident in himself, which was something he was working on. In fact, he was still half-expecting you to walk out on him at any moment.
But Mark was certain of one thing: He liked you a lot, and he wanted to give you anything you wanted.
He leaned down to brush his nose against yours. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.” You grinned before attempting to wriggle out of his grip. “Let me get on top so I can help you, Mark.”
“O-on top?” he stammered, and he wanted to hit himself for sounding so pathetic. It seemed to get a giggle out of you, though, so his worries washed away.
Mark sat back against his pillows. His blushes normally started at his chest before creeping up to his collarbones, so he really hoped you wouldn’t be able to see just how flustered he was. It was impossible to contain when you crawled toward him, though, sitting up on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Condom,” he reminded in a whisper.
“I have the implant.” You held up your arm and pressed down on the fleshy underside. “Wanna feel?”
“Um…”
“Come on, touch it,” you urged. “It’s like X-Men, except my mutation is no fertilization.”
“What if I accidentally turn it off?”
“Pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, Mark.”
Mark allowed you to take his finger and poke the contraceptive in your arm. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but his eyes went wide when he realized how hard it was. He loosened his grip on you so that he held you more gently with careful hands.
“It doesn’t hurt?” he asked, frowning.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you said with a smile. “Why? Are you worried?”
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said. “I just wanna make you feel good.”
You took Mark’s hand and moved it down to the apex of your thighs, sighing softly when his fingers brushed against your clothed cunt. Mark started with gentle prods before his fingers were nearly clawing to get your thong off. He wanted nothing more than to drown his fingers in your cunt.
He pulled out to undo your bra slowly, moving the straps down your arms first before he snapped the band behind you. A sigh fell from his lips when your bra slid down your body, and he quickly tossed it aside so that he could really look at you.
“Take off your thong,” he mumbled, tugging at the band eagerly.
You raised your hips and Mark helped you remove your last garment, and when you were completely bare in front of him, he was sure he could die a happy man. His fingertips ran down your body, looking at you with perplexed eyes, like he was trying to figure out if you were real or some otherworldly being beyond his imagination.
You lowered onto him slowly, and he tipped his head back and groaned as you did. Mark couldn’t explain how he felt. The squeeze was slightly painful, but feeling you all around his cock was wonderful. His eyes went a little unfocused as he stared at the spot where you two were joined, and Mark found his fingers digging into your hips.
“Jesus, Y/N,” he rasped out. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I can set the pace,” you whimpered out, although you already looked way too caught up in your own pleasure to move. “Just give me a second. You’re so b-big.”
“Then I can do everything for you.”
Mark didn’t hesitate before he grabbed the back of your thighs and flipped you around so that he was suspended over you, using one hand to keep himself up while the other was gripping your hip. The swiftness caused him to bottom out unintentionally, and it left you both gasping and moaning at the deeper penetration.
He started thrusting at a steady pace, breath hitching every time he watched your face twist and contort in pleasure. Mark slipped out a few times and had to regain his rhythm afterward, but soon he was starting to get the hang of it. The feeling was phenomenal; he felt like he was breathing in stars that exploded into little supernovas in his head. And it was even harder to keep his composure when you looked so fucked-out underneath him.
Mark’s hand flew up to grip the headboard, and he laughed a little breathlessly because this was what he dreamt of for years. This was the very image of his wet dreams of you, and it was unraveling right before him. Those fantasies, though, couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
Neither of you were much of talkers—just far too lost in each other’s bodies to do anything but moan and whine. When your legs wrapped around his waist, Mark felt impossibly deeper inside of you. Each thrust felt like an electric current running under his skin. The buildup of pleasure was making him feel hotter and hotter until he felt like he would explode.
Mark had never been into spirituality, but he truly felt like he had ascended to some higher plane when his nerve endings met rapture and he came inside you. The release left him breathing hard, almost stuttering to a stop before he realized that you still needed to cum, and he sped up again to get you to your orgasm. Still, he was slow enough that you could feel his thrusts deep inside of you. Right where you needed him.
“Mark,” you breathed out, but no other words were forming on your lips. You reached out without any sense of direction, so Mark lowered his head to kiss you with more assurance than he had ever felt in his life.
One hand on the headboard, one fighting down your hips, and his body pressed flush against yours as he made love to you. Mark admitted that he had gotten a little carried away at first, but now he wanted to go as slow as you needed.
“T-that’s it,” you gasped out. “Right there.”
You arched your spine, and Mark held the small of your back to keep you there while you fell into your orgasm. He fucked you through your orgasm, sparing your lips for the time being and showing your neck some love so that he could hear your delightful moans. He made sure that you were able to ride your high out for as long as possible, releasing his grip from the headboard so that he could rub your clit in small, precise circles.
The room soon fell silent, and Mark just watched your chest rise and fall with a small smile. He tucked your loose strands of hair behind your ear and leaned in for another kiss.
And, since the universe wanted Mark to be miserable, Frisk started crying again. Her mechanical wails were heard in the distance.
Mark let his head drop, burying it in the crook of your neck before he sighed heavily. Then, he rose up again to gather his garments from the floor. You did the same with great reluctance, and this was probably the first time Mark had seen you so frustrated to deal with Frisk. There was unspoken tension in the air, but you both knew your project grade had to be dealt with first. Aftercare could come later.
“I’ll get the baby,” he muttered.
Just as miserable as he was, you nodded in understanding. “I’ll get a clean diaper.”
As Mark was walking down his hallway, he froze dead in his tracks and his eyes widened.
“Wait,” he announced, and he was confident the stars aligned and constellations formed for this pivotal moment, “I found the clit.”
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On a Friday night, Mark decided to take you to get ice cream instead of going home straight after basketball practice. It had been a rough week, so he figured you two needed a break. Frisk had been crying nonstop all night, and it was causing you both to lose sleep. It had gotten to the point where Mark’s eye bags were so dark that it looked as if someone had punched him on both sides of his face.
“What’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, hands in his pockets as he firmly held onto his phone. He needed to pull it out as fast as he could before you tried to pay for the ice cream. Thankfully, Mark was quick with Apple Pay.
“Mint chocolate chip,” you said. “You?”
Mark’s nose scrunched up at the thought of eating mint chocolate chip ice cream willingly. “Mine’s cookies and cream.”
“Why are you making that face?”
“Because mint chocolate chip is terrible.”
“No, it’s not!” you argued. “Cookies and cream is literally the most basic flavor.”
“Well, at least it actually tastes good. Can’t really say the same for your dairy toothpaste.”
Thankfully, you were so adamant on defending your low quality ice cream flavor that Mark was able to pay for your ice creams without you noticing. The cashier even chuckled at the banter that kept going back and forth, not even stopping when Mark whipped out his phone to pay for the two cups.
“We literally have nothing in common,” you continued bickering, not ceasing even when you and Mark got a table outside. “I hate basketball, I don’t like gaming—and those are pretty much the top two things you love!”
“I thought you played Earthbound.”
“I did, but that’s different. You play first person shooter, not RPGs.”
Mark shrugged. “That’s fine. I don’t like shopping or watching Single’s Inferno, so I don’t expect you to like basketball or gaming.”
“But what do we talk about then?” You sighed. “We have absolutely no common interests to talk about.”
“We’re talking fine right now, aren’t we?” He paused to wipe the smear of ice cream off your bottom lip with his thumb, and then proceeded to lick it clean himself since there were no napkins nearby. “You had a little something.”
“Oh, thanks,” you replied, blinking several times before you snapped back into reality. “Are we talking fine? We were just arguing over ice cream flavors.”
“I’m not having a bad time, though,” he said with a shrug, scooping some ice cream into his mouth. “I liked you even when I knew jack shit about you.”
“You did? Since when?”
“Uh…” Mark was sure his cheeks had gone bright red. “Like, one or six years ago?”
“One or six?” you asked, eyes wide as saucers. “That’s a very big timeframe.” You were deep in thought as you ate your ice cream, pondering on his words before asking, “So, like, high school, right?”
Mark nodded shyly. “Around then—yeah.”
You laughed, and Mark’s face grew hotter from embarrassment. It was like he was being made fun of, like you thought his feelings were some spectacle to laugh at. Maybe you were going to say he was “cute” for feeling that way or something, and that was probably worse.
But Mark pushed the discomfort down. He tried to believe that you were just so surprised that you couldn’t help but laugh. It didn’t matter, anyway; you two were mostly good now.
“Yo,” you said, frowning as your eyes unfocused. “I feel like we’re forgetting something.”
Mark chewed on that thought for a moment before he frantically leapt to his feet. Panic bubbled in his chest when he realized what—or who—exactly they were missing.
“The fucking baby’s still in the car.”
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Mark had not ever felt such intense parental fear in his life.
Well, he supposed he hadn’t felt parental fear ever, actually. Not until he realized he left his robot baby (which happened to be 45% of his grade) in his car. Three spine-chilling minutes that made Mark question whether he was even any good at being a dad.
But, when Mark looked over to see how panicked you looked, he realized that you both had something in common. The two of you looked absolutely crazy, sprinting to the parking lot in a desperate attempt to get to their robot baby.
Honestly, Mark felt like his life wouldn’t be as fun without a little crazy.
It was a few days after the car incident when Mark decided to take matters into his own hands. So what if you two had no common hobbies? That didn’t mean you had absolutely nothing in common. He concluded that if he couldn’t find something for you both to enjoy, then he would just do all of your favorite things until something stuck.
That was how he ended up dragging a planter box into his apartment. He had gotten it off Facebook Marketplace for a cheap price after two entire days of stalking the listings. Mark had to drive about fifteen miles to pick it up, so he hoped you would like it.
You looked up from the child development textbook you were reading with inquisitive eyes. Mark was a heaving mess from having to lug the planter box from his car. You set your book down and got up to see why Mark was lingering in the entryway.
“What’s that?” you asked.
He probably looked painfully awkward as he tried to carry the oblong planter box. Mark struggled for a moment before giving up and setting it on the ground, right in the middle of the living room. His mother would have scolded him for getting dirt on his floor so recklessly, so he made a mental note to vacuum later.
“We have nothing in common,” he said.
“Yes, I think we’ve already gone over that.”
“Yeah, but you’re living here. I’m not gonna make you miserable with all my gaming and basketball talk all the time.” Mark gestured to the planter box. “Since you like gardening, I figured you could at least be entertained by this.”
You didn’t respond for a moment, so Mark continued, “Or, uh… you could teach me about plants and stuff,” he tried, but his heart was hammering in his chest. Was he fucking up already? Maybe you didn’t even like gardening anymore and this was all for nothing. “Sorry, I can return—”
“How’d you know I liked gardening?” you cut in to ask.
Mark blanched. “Um… you mentioned it during your introduction in AP Lit. You told the class you liked gardening, so I just assumed you would still be into it… I don’t know.”
“You remember that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
He wasn’t sure if his eyes were just playing tricks on him, but he swore the sun shone brighter when you smiled. Golden rays of light streamed into the room when your face broke into a wide grin, and Mark could see leftover traces of sun in your eyes. So warm and happy that he felt his soul light up.
“Come on,” you said, reaching forward to grab Mark’s hand and lace your fingers with his. “I’ll show you how to grow some flowers. Which ones did you get?”
Mark checked the packet and flipped it over for you to see. “Sunflowers.”
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Parenting was hard.
Almost an entire month of being a father, and the only thing Mark gathered was that parenting was pretty fucking hard.
So, naturally, Mark had to explode eventually. There was only so much a man could stand. From having to wake up multiple times throughout the night, spend basketball practices babysitting, and change diapers between classes, Mark was certain he would suffocate under the pressure of parenting.
And he was anxious.
Anxious about the project. Anxious about Frisk. Anxious about you.
Mark truly couldn’t get a read on you; it was almost impossible to tell if he had peeled back every single layer of yours, or if there were some still left. There were days where he thought you were truly into him, and then there were days where Mark couldn’t gauge where you were at. He felt like he had fallen for someone who wouldn’t ever take him seriously.
That was how he ended up arguing with you in the living room. At this point, Mark was going to have to go to Dr. Han’s office hours because why the hell was the baby allowed to wake them up at four in the morning? He was far too tired to think straight, but Mark’s tired, irritable state left him vulnerable and ready to start an argument.
“See, if you didn’t decide to move in on your own—which you never even asked me for permission, by the way—then we wouldn’t be in this situation right now,” Mark said, tugging a hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. “I really don’t understand what you were thinking.”
“I was thinking that a mom and a dad should—”
“We’re not actual parents, Y/N!” he yelled. “I don’t know how many times I have to say it, but this is literally a group project! We aren’t even a real couple!”
You stiffened. “Okay, whatever. That doesn’t change the fact that it isn’t easier to take care of Frisk when we’re together.”
Mark stood up and walked toward you. “How is it easier? Give me one example.” He stared at you wordlessly while you were finding the words to argue back, but you stayed quiet. “Neither of us can get a good night’s sleep because Frisk wakes up crying every single night. If you stayed at your apartment, then we could’ve switched off.”
“If you don’t want me to stay here that badly, then you can just tell me to go home instead of making me feel like shit,” you muttered.
“I make you feel like shit? You make me feel like shit, Y/N!” Mark replied, exasperated. “You’re constantly making these comments about how you want me, but none of it feels sincere! It’s like you enjoy playing these… these mind games with me.”
“Mark, we’re both tired. Let’s talk about this another time.”
You started walking away, but Mark was on your heels. He knew that if he didn’t get closure for this conversation, then he probably wouldn’t get the chance to talk to you about this again.
“I really wanna talk about this now, though,” Mark pleaded. “Come on, I know you’re messing with my head so just—”
You stopped in your tracks to turn on Mark, venom in your words as you spat, “Listen, why are you so fucking insecure that you’re so set on making me seem like the bad guy here? It’s always ‘you’re messing with me’ and ‘you don’t take me seriously’ while leaving zero room for the fact that shit, Mark, maybe I genuinely like you!”
Shame bubbled under Mark’s skin like boiling magma, hiccuping spurts of lava that threatened to make him go red in the face. You had a point; he had been spinning everything on you, which was the single worst thing he could do as a man. As a friend. Whatever you two were considered, Mark hadn’t been treating you right, but he still hated the doubt that kept rising in his chest.
It had all been too fast for him.
“I know,” he started softly, grabbing your hands so gently, as if they would shatter like glass. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just—it’s hard for me to understand why you want me when you—”
You threw your head back and forced out a laugh, and Mark thought you were going crazy until he realized your exasperation had just boiled over into hysteria. You seemed lost for a moment, just staring up at him with a pained look in your eyes.  
“Why does anyone need a reason to like someone?” you asked. “That’s the whole point, Mark. You’re not supposed to understand why you’re feeling the way you are. The same goes for you. I mean, hell, you wanted me when I was still dating Vernon.”
Mark didn’t know what to say, so he just gawked at you until you continued, “Now, let me ask you the real question here: do you actually like me, or did you just like the idea of me?”
Mark realized he had put you on a pedestal this entire time. From the beginning, he had never truly liked you; he just liked the idea of you—the version of you he fabricated in his head. After spending so much time with you over the past few weeks, he had gotten to know the real you, and it was a stark difference from the person he thought you were.
In short, you were absolutely crazy. You were sort of a mess, didn’t think before you spoke, and it seemed as though you acted upon every impulsive thought you had. Mark was quite terrified of you sometimes, if he had to be perfectly honest. He had never seen or met a woman as brazen as you were.
And yet, he liked you.
Mark liked you so much more than he liked the girl he thought you were.
He liked you, who spoke her mind so shamelessly, not thinking about the consequences of her actions until it was too late. The you that was so outspoken, so unapologetic. Mark adored every little flaw of yours that got on his nerves and drove him mad, and he liked you so much that he preferred the you he had seen now, as opposed to who he thought you were before.
But now, as you stared at him, expecting an answer, he really didn’t know how to express what he was feeling into words. All Mark could do was look at you helplessly, shaking his head because he needed you to know that he didn’t just like the thought of having you.
“Alright, then,” you whispered, clearly upset. You sucked in a sharp breath and then straightened up, looking right into his eyes. “Your name’s Mark. You have an older brother who also went to our high school. You’re from Toronto, Canada, but you’re not a big fan of maple syrup or ice hockey. You like watermelon, though, and you’re also pretty good with a guitar. You aren’t sure about what you wanna be when you grow up, but you like playing basketball, so you’re gonna stick with that for as long as you’re interested.”
Mark’s jaw nearly went slack. He had pieced it together while you spoke, but the answer was just too incomprehensible for him. There was no way you remembered his AP Literature introduction, too.
“What else?” you continued. “Oh, right. You wore that colorblock sweater nearly every day; you played the piano in the band room whenever you and your friends were in there for lunch; and you would always wait behind if someone had to stop and tie their shoes. Oh, and I remember when you wore your shorts the wrong way during P.E. that one time. Everyone laughed at you, even the teacher, but you weren’t even embarrassed. You just laughed it off.”
“I liked you, too, you idiot,” you finished. You stammered for a moment before correcting yourself, “Like—like you.”
There was a long minute of silence with Mark just trying to wrap his head around what you had just unloaded in front of him. With great hesitance, he asked, “When I told you that I liked you in high school and you laughed, was that just because you realized we felt the same way?”
Slowly, the flickering anger across your face fell apart, and your realization that dawned upon you was more sad than shocking. Mark had always felt insecure around you, but now he was truly terrified that he had been misreading you this entire time.
“Did you think I was laughing at your feelings?” you asked. The ice in your stare was quickly replaced with an apologetic gaze. “I’m so sorry, Mark. I really didn’t mean to. I just thought it was funny because we both felt the same way. I was just—”
“No, I’m sorry,” he corrected. “I was jumping to conclusions because I was so insecure. I didn’t think a girl like you could ever like a guy like me.”
“A guy like you?” You frowned, and then you reached forward to cup his face. “Mark, why do you think so little of yourself? I told you, any girl would kill to be in my shoes.”
Mark looked at you—looked at you with all the stars of the universe in his eyes. “I don’t want any girl, Y/N. I want you,” he confessed. “I like you more than I thought I did.” He shook his head and added, “I mean, I liked you before the project, but I had no idea what kind of person you were. I’m saying I like you a lot more now that I know you better.”
A smile stretched across your face, and Mark wondered if you knew just how beautiful you looked when your eyes crinkled at the corners.
“I like you, too,” was all you said, and it was all he needed to hear.
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Today marked the end of the marriage and baby project.
It was a little bittersweet, although Mark thought it was odd that he had spent a month taking care of Frisk only to flip the doll over and power it off. He pretended it was more sentimental than it felt, but he was honestly glad to be done with the project. It taught him a lot, but Mark was not going to miss being woken up in the middle of the night.
You, on the other hand, seemed the most upset when you were handing in your final report. You even held onto Frisk a little longer before giving her away, watching her be piled on top of the other robot babies with sad eyes.
“Would anyone like to share what they learned over this past month?” Dr. Han asked the class. “It can be a simple observation or you can pull something from your write-up.”
Mark didn’t even feel like he was in total control of his body when his hand flew up. He didn’t even want to share his thoughts with the class. But the words were already in his head, not even budging from his memory when most of the heads in the room turned to face him.
“I can go,” he offered, sparing you a quick, nervous glance before standing up.
“Parenting is hard,” Mark started, so matter-of-factly that the class erupted into laughter. He waited for the room to simmer down before continuing, “I felt like an unfit father most of the time. Actually, an unfit husband.” This got a few more chuckles out of his classmates. “Taking care of Frisk felt like a chore. I wanted to split up the tasks with Y/N, but she always insisted on doing things together. We argued a lot because I felt like it was a waste of both our times, but she was right. Parenting isn’t about finding the easy way out.”
Dr. Han nodded with a hum of approval. “You’re right, Mark, parenting is—”
“And,” Mark kept going, “you can’t be a good parent if you can’t be a good partner. It’s sort of like, uh, gardening; you can’t just focus on one flower and let the others around it die. You have to cover all the bases.”
“That’s great, Mark,” Dr. Han said. “You and Y/N still get a C, though.”
Mark let his shoulders drop, disappointed. “Man.”
Mark walked back to his row and slumped in his seat, defeated. You were hiding your smile, nudging his shoulder to let him know that you acknowledged his speech.
The reality of the situation was that you and Mark were called into Dr. Han’s office last week. She initially said something vague about needing to talk to you two about the project, but then she brought up concerns about Frisk’s health. Apparently, she noted the change in temperature while Frisk was locked in the car, which was “a very dangerous situation to put a child in.” Dr. Han also didn’t care for Mark’s explanation that Frisk should have cried as soon as she realized her parents were leaving without her.
Normally, you two would’ve failed the project, but since your reports and final paper were so detailed and you and Mark went the extra mile of living together, Dr. Han decided to take pity on you two. The best she could give you was a C, which Mark didn’t mind considering he half-despised that stupid robot baby.
(He sort of missed her, though.)
“Nice try,” you whispered with a playful smile, “but it’s okay. I give you an A in my heart. Maybe extra credit for the gardening analogy.”
Mark flushed a little. “Thanks, I guess.” He looked over at the stack of papers on Dr. Han’s desk, and then he tuned in for a bit of her concluding statements about the marriage and baby project. “So what does this mean for us?”
Under the desk, you reached over to grip Mark’s hand. He squeezed back and then looked over his shoulder to see an easygoing grin on your face. You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back in your seat.
“I guess we can stop being fake husband and wife,” you said, “and we can start being a real couple.”
Mark snickered, quite pleased with your response as he turned back to face the front of the room.
“Yeah,” he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “I like the sound of that.”
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Mark was always nervous before games, but even more so today.
Not only was it the first home game of the season, but he hadn’t exactly been in prime condition ever since he started dating you. He was pretty sure half of his stamina was spent on you during nights, and then he was just sluggish during the day. Since you had finally moved back to your own apartment, he thought he would start seeing you less, but it was quite the opposite; you still came back almost every  night. (Not that you lived very far, anyway.)
He was currently in the locker room changing into his jersey. The rest of his teammates were filling up their water bottles outside the court, and Mark told them he’d catch up with them later.
“Hey there, tiger,” an all too familiar voice called from the doorway.
Mark whipped his head around to see you standing there in one of his jerseys, which he suspected you stole from his closet. He had to admit it looked way better on you than it did on him, and he couldn’t get enough. One of his secret desires had to be seeing you in his uniform, as oversized as it looked on your figure.
Just seeing you there put his nerves at ease.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, a happy grin lighting up his face. “I thought you hated basketball games.”
“I do,” you whined. You walked over and pulled your boyfriend in for a hug. “I like you, though.”
“Wow,” he breathed out. “This means everything to me, Y/N. You have no idea.”
You giggled. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I distracted you a little before your game?”
“I—I don’t know, I…” Mark floundered for words before he caved with a sigh. “Fine.”
You immediately started nipping at Mark’s neck, grabbing fistfuls of the front of his shirt as he let out an appreciative sigh. If he wasn’t careful, he was sure to get carried away, and God knew how badly that would end with his game starting anytime soon.
Just before Mark was about to let a groan slip, though, he heard loud clapping followed by the sound of his teammates singing the happy birthday song.
This wasn’t happening.
Mark pulled away from you to look in the direction of the music. Surely enough, his entire team was walking in with Chenle and Johnny leading them at the front.
“Happy birthday to you,” they all sang in broken unison, “happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Mark Lee—”
“What the fuck?” Mark cut in, and he pushed your hands down when he noticed you were clapping and singing along, too. “You know it’s not my birthday!”
“—happy birthday to you!”
They finished their song with a chorus of cheers and laughs. Mark’s face heated up. Maybe he deserved this. Maybe this was karma for walking in on both Johnny and Jaehyun in the past.
Jungwoo emerged from the middle of the group, holding a cake that read: Congrats you are no longer a VIRGIN.
(It was important to note that the word “virgin” was in uppercase.)
Tasteful.
“Good job, Mark.” Chenle patted his back firmly before turning to his girlfriend. “And thank you, Y/N.”
You gave him a thumbs up before trying some of the frosting on the cake. “Ooh, it’s vanilla.”
Mark was sure his face was red as a tomato. “You guys suck.” He scrunched up his nose when Johnny urged him to try some of the cake, but he ended up complying and taking a bite from the slice he was holding. “I’ll admit the cake’s good, though.”
Johnny laughed before he raised his voice to announce, “Alright, we’re playing soon, so let’s wrap this up and bully him later.”
Chatter rose from the team again, and they all started filing into the gym. Mark hung back to let out a groan and bury his face in your chest.
“It was a good cake,” you tried, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Good cake,” he agreed. “A little wordy, though. They could’ve just written ‘virgin’ and crossed it out.”
“You can do that for my cake,” you suggested. “My born again virgin cake.”
Mark let out a sound that was between a groan and a laugh. He really couldn’t get enough of you, even when you were making fun of him. Despite how many times you both agreed on having absolutely nothing in common, it was surprisingly easy to talk to you.
After an entire month of all the pain and suffering that came with taking care of Frisk, he came to the conclusion that maybe parenting really was a gift. Even if that gift happened to be wrapped with barbed wire.
So maybe Mark Lee had terrible luck, but one thing was for sure: he really hit the jackpot with you.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ if you made it all the way to the end i will kiss your cheeks!!! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed the marriage and baby project ♡ at first i meant for this to be way more romcom but it got a tiny bit angsty unexpectedly :’) basically mark crushing on reader slowly turning into mark falling in love with the reader for who she is because <33 mark lee <33 
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BONUS ▸ 
“I got here as fast as I could,” you said, trying to catch your breath through your words. “It actually happened?”
“Yeah, look.” Mark placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you to his small balcony, gesturing to the golden flowers atop their tall stalks. “The sunflowers finally bloomed.”
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minors, fuck off.
pairing: boyfriend!Jaehyun x fem!reader
genres: smut, light fluff
warnings: breeding kink, spit kink, riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation
summary: Jaehyun fucking you into his mattress while he's torn between giving into the breeding kink you both have. did he say he'd pull out because he didn't have time to put a condom on? yes. did you agree while silently hoping that he'd lose himself in it and forget to pull out? of course you did and now you're begging the universe to gift this to you.
author's note: hi I chose violence!! yes this was accidentally posted like 5 days ago when it was a mere 20 sentences at best and I accidentally deleted my progress a bunch of times. I was gonna just scrap it but... idk this one wouldn't leave me alone and I had to finish it. it started off as a drabble and snowballed into this. also it's not proofread. @calibabii21 told me about Will Downings cover of I Can't Help It by Michael Jackson and that's how this ended up getting done
feedback is always appreciated
you're too shy to tell him that but oh God do you pray that it happens. you squeal wildly, so excited to feel his thick cock stretching your walls mercilessly and making you tremble shamelessly. the lewd squelching sound of his cock driving deep into you doesn't make it any easier for him to fight off the need to soak your walls with his cum. he furrows his brow and sucks in a strangled breath through his gritted teeth.
"gonna fucking cum, baby. you feel so fucking good taking my dick baby girl. keep taking it, baby. keep taking it just like that. you have no fucking idea how bad i wanna give you every drop of my cum, baby- tell me where you want it and I'll give it to you. tell where you fucking want it, baby. fucking tell me," he groans frantically. his sweaty skin is flushed pink and you gasp when he kisses you again; pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. he's throwing the line out and you're definitely gonna take it. maybe you'll both regret it but right now, you don't really care and he'd look cute holding a baby.
"don't pull out, Jae. please, please, please... oh my God, Jae, please," You babble out; eyes watering as you clench around him. he picks up his already frantic pace and slams into you as hard as he can; voice raising in pitch and eyes searching yours for any signs of the apprehension that he fucked out of you much earlier on.
he chuckles, "I wasn't gonna pull out... you know that. gonna give you what you deserve, right, baby? been such a- fuck... such a fuck... such a good fucking girl. you deserve this. my girl deserves a reward, yeah?" he pants as his lips catch yours.
"yes, daddy," You whimper. the words barely leave your mouth before he's pulling out of you and making his way to the head of the bed; leaving you empty and very disappointed, you sit up to follow him with your eyes. he's already seated with his back against the headboard and he grabs your arm, "get your ass over here" he orders you as he pulls you into his lap. he wastes no time filling you up again but this time, he's still for a moment.
"m- my legs, Jae. I can't... please, s'too much," You sob. your hands come up to push his hair back again and he shakes his head slowly; a soft but devilish smile, "I got you, mama but..." he hums against your lips, "You sure you're okay with this? not scared of me getting you pregnant?" he asks. you shake your head, "not scared... want it, daddy... want it so bad."
he kisses you again, "m'not gonna hold back, baby. you sure?"
"please... please, I can handle it," You reply as you steady yourself by holding onto his shoulders. he nods, hands grabbing your hips for better leverage, "hold on tight," he whispers before fucking up into you with that same merciless pace he had moments earlier. you lurch forward and your forehead collides with his. you both laugh and he stops to look at you, "fuck, baby I'm sorry," he says sheepishly. he winces and kisses your forehead, "You're gonna have to really hold onto me, princess. hold onto daddy nice and tight, okay?"
you nod and he goes right back to it; giving your gushing pussy every ounce of determination and yearning that he has left. he gets louder as his orgasm storms closer and closer, "So fucking close, y/n. gonna drain my fucking balls inside you, baby. you want that?" he strains through gritted teeth and you know he's holding out as best as he can because nothing quite does it for Jaehyun the way your pleas do. for your boyfriend, to hear you beg, grovel, moan, and sob is to live and he loves it almost as much as he loves you. craves it almost as much as he craves your embrace at the end of a day. covets it with the same ferocity that he holds for your body. to say he's yours would be an understatement.
"please jae... baby please I... fuck. I need it! I need it so fucking bad!" You squeak and he sobs, softly and desperately as his hips grow sloppy. finally, he cums with deep sobs and closed eyes. his head falls back and he gasps in air but he doesn't stop fucking into you. he couldn't even if he wanted to.
"can't- stop- I- tell me... if... fuck, baby... tell me if it's too much. need you to tell me," he whines. you take his face in your hands and kiss him as hard as you can, "not gonna stop you, Jae. do your worst," you say as you breathe in his strangled breaths. his head falls back again and he continues sobbing as he fucks you. he's so overstimulated that a tear rolls down his cheek but he keeps going. he keeps fucking you and grabbing at your hips. he cums again, this time with a choked whine and he squeezes your hips so hard that you know you'll be feeling it long after this all ends.
you find a sliver of strength when Jaehyun's brain scrambled ramblings overtake his clarity and you ride him like your life depends on it. your nails scratch down his chest and he winces, "fuck, baby. give it to daddy... give it... baby, yesyesyesyes- don't you fucking stop"
when Jaehyun's head falls back, you grab his face and pull his head back up, "look at me daddy. watch me ride you," You pant, "Come on... open your eyes and watch me"
you run a thumb over his quivering lips and softly pry his mouth open; dipping down, you lick his lips and his tongue laps at yours hungrily. it's a sloppy kiss, nothing but teeth, tongues, and so much spit that it's almost obscene. "fucking love tasting you," he breathes and with that, you hold his mouth open, "taste me all you want, daddy," you purr and spit on his tongue.
Jaehyun's eyes fly open and he stares at you in wonder and hysteria as he swallows, "You're trying to... you wanna fuckin'... kill me. You're trying to kill me... oh fuck baby. I- I- fuck!"
"I love you too much to kill you, daddy. love you and and your goegeous fucking cock," You chuckle and spit on his tongue again before kissing him sloppily. you bounce a little harder and his fingers squeeze your hips deliciously.
"fucking ride that dick baby. oh my G- fuck, baby. fucking ride that dick baby. that's my girl... yeah that's... that's daddy's good little girl," he groans hungrily. he's close again and the flush on his cheeks deepens as your sweaty bodies writhe against each other, "Gonna cum again, daddy? fill my pussy up again. wanna be pregnant so fucking bad, daddy. fill this pussy" You mew needily. "gonna soak that pussy baby... yeah... just- oh fuck baby. whose pussy is this? this is daddy's pussy?" he hums and his voice is so broken.
"yours daddy. s'all yours... give it to me... come on," you beg. jaehyun's eyes roll back and he cums so hard that his entire body convulses violently before slowly coming to a stop. you slump against his damp and trembling body, weakly taking in his shaky breaths and closing your eyes to focus on the hammering of his pulse beneath his sweaty skin, the labored breaths he pulls into his exhausted lungs, and the involuntary tremors that plague his body.
"did... did you try to... dude did you try to kill me? like... what the fuck was that? and why did you spit in my mouth and why did I like that shit? and I- dude did you just try to fucking kill me? be so for real- you want me dead because what the actual fuck was that?" he rambles before falling into a soft fit of laughter.
"I dunno," You say with a soft shrug, "You just... did something to me..." Jaehyun's hands finally come off of your hips and he circles his arms around your waist. he turns his face to nuzzle against your neck and his lips leave slow, barely-there kisses across your heated skin; your own face dipping down to press kisses against his sweaty hairline. it's times like this when you wish you could leave your own body for a little while just to see what you both look like from a different perspective. how pretty and in love you both look as you glow in this post-sex reverie.
"I kinda... this probably sounds stupid but sometimes... when we're fucking I wonder what we'd look like from a different point of view... like if my soul just floated out of my body so I could hover over us and look down... I wish I could do that when we do stuff like this too... I bet we look hot as fuck," he mumbles. his pulse no longer sits just beneath his skin and his once hot and sweaty skin is now cool and sticky. you smile, "I was thinking the same thing baby you're not crazy," You chuckle softly as you shift a little. Jaehyun gasps, "fuck baby don't move yet shit..." he moans. you didn't think he'd still be so sensitive for so long but it makes you smile.
"You're lucky my legs are sore because I'd try to get another one out of you," You sigh teasingly. Jaehyun laughs before pulling you away just far enough to hold your gaze, "you want me to blow another load in you? huh pretty princess? you wanna have my babies?" his voice lowers and you feel your stomach flutter. he knows you'd take all of him again if he decided that he wanted to have his way with you however many more times he chose.
you kiss him and he smiles at you with a gentle and a very satisfied smile. you smile too knowing that you're both at peace with whatever the universe gives you for sharing this moment.

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Truth or Dare
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a little more of this
warnings. dubcon, unprotected sex, degradation, he’s just too big, and ofc….. mean Jeno😮‍💨
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This is stupid.
It’s the same crowd of people, same terrible flat drinks, same uncomfortable beanbag chair you’ve sat on nearly every weekend this summer.
But what’s more stupid is Chenle suggesting you all play truth or dare.
“You can’t be serious..” you mutter under your breath, turning away to roll your eyes.
“What?” Jaemin leans down from the couch beside you, eyebrows bouncing curiously. “Afraid you’ll have to choose dare and confess that Jeno’s dick was too big for you to take?”
“That never happened.” You snap back, shoving his shoulder away the more he nears. “Asshole.”
His smile widens, eyes close until they disappear before he turns to face all of your friends and claps obnoxiously loud. “Let’s play! I’ll go first, I choose truth!”
Chenle snorts, pointing the empty bottle in his hold at the older. “Okay, weirdo. When’s the last time you posted yourself jerking off in a mask on Twitter?”
Jaemin pauses, quietly snickering at the round of gasps that sound before he can answer. “You little prick..” he sighs, shrugging. “I don’t know, probably like, a week ago, or last night. Whatever.”
‘What?!’
‘Oh my god, what's his user?’
‘Wait, a ski mask?’
He laughs, flipping Chenle off and ignoring the slew of questions. “Okay, I get to ask now!”
Meeting eyes with everyone in the room, he takes a deep breath and turns to face you extra slowly, head tilted to the side with a suspicious smile. “Truth or dare?”
“Oh, uh, I’m not playing.”
“Boooo!” Haechan shouts, throwing a pillow at your head. “Don’t be lame!”
“Ugh! This is lame!” You retort, chucking it back at his face.
“Come onnnnn,” Jaemin presses on, reaching to pinch your arm. “Hurry up.”
The look on his face lets you know he’s not going to drop this Jeno thing, probably dying for you to choose truth and further humiliate you.
“Fine.” You say confidently. “Dare.”
“Excellent.” Jaemin gets up and plops himself down on the beanbag next to you, squishing your hips together. “I dare you to—“
Covering his lips, he leans in to whisper in your ear, chuckling as he finishes and moves back. “And if you don’t, truth is always an option.”
He knows the hidden threat is more than enough to keep you trapped in a tight place, licking across his teeth pleased by your silence.
The game drags on, most forgetting about your dare between shared kisses and scandalous confessions. Jaemin nudges your shoulder, nodding to the corner where Jisung stands nursing a cup all by himself. “Do it.”
It’d be easy enough to pull this off without causing any problems if only Jeno wasn’t 5 feet away spitting game, cornering some girl you don’t recognize. Nervously you make your way over to the table Jisung’s nearby, pretending to search for something to drink.
“Hmm,” you sigh, taking interest in the cup wrapped in his hold. “What’re you drinking?”
His mouth pops open surprised, finger lifting to point at himself before taking a quick glance around in realization that you could only be asking him. “Oh.. it’s just cola.”
Snatching up a clear bottle, you move to his side and lift it up higher. “Have you ever tried mixing it with rum? I hear it’s pretty good.”
He swallows, shaking his head and biting down on his lip. “I’m not much of a drinker.”
“Oh really?” Stealing a look to your side you can feel your chest tighten when you catch Jaemin’s taunting gaze, nodding for you to continue. “Honestly, me neither. These get-togethers get real boring if you’re not inebriated in some way though.” Siddling up to Jisung’s side you grip the bottle firmly with both hands, holding the end between your ribs to rub circles around it’s smooth curves.
Jisung’s eyes bounce around from your chest to the motion you build up around the bottle, lips pursed together. “Yeah, I kind of just hang out until Haechan’s ready to leave..”
“Do you wanna leave now?” You suggest, stroking up and down the bottle faster. “We can leave together.”
Gulping uncomfortably he waves a hand to dismiss your advances, nervously laughing. “Ah, I don’t think I should..”
“Why not?” Speaking up, you move in closer, peering from the corner of your eye to make sure Jeno’s paying attention. The girl standing before him long forgotten as he observes. “You know, there’s rumors about you..”
“There is?!” Jisung reacts vocally enough for a few heads to turn, shaking them off with a laugh before clearing his throat to whisper. “Rumors? About me?”
“Yeah..” slowly shifting your gaze Jeno’s way, you slide up against Jisung’s chest, tapping to bottle between his pecs and smoothing your free hand down his abdomen. “A lot of girls have been talking around the skatepark.”
Jeno stiffens up, standing more alert, brushing away the girl's hands that reach for his shoulders.
Jisung’s chest rises and falls faster, drawing in short breaths. “About me?? Talking about me??”
“They’re saying..” you make sure to speak clearly, tracing around his navel through his thin shirt before going lower to brush your palm across his covered groin. “That you have the fattest cock..”
Dark sleek eyes go wide, stepping forward with tight lips and rounded shoulders. “Even bigger than Jeno.”
“What?!”
“What did you just say?!”
Jisung and Jeno react with a mix of utter confusion and rage coming from different ends. The older ripping you away with a viscous grip around your arm before you can get a good squeeze on the growing erection under your palm. Dragging you to the staircase, he shoves your back to the wall right where no one can see you anymore; swooping in close to barricade you in before you can run back to the room.
“What the fuck is your problem?” He sneers, veins pulsating along his forehead.
“Don’t touch me!” Before you can scream for help, his hand slaps down covering your mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jeno unbuttons your jeans, maneuvering fast to keep you in place lodged around his thighs, hand sneaking in to gather your underwear. “You just can’t keep my fucking name out of your mouth, can you?”
The force he uses to trap you has your heart beating out of your chest, whimpering under his hand, scratching at his arms. “That taste got you obsessed,” he grins, nose digging into yours. “So desperate for more? Practically begging for me to break that pretty pussy apart.”
Jaemin dared you to rile Jeno up, not anticipating that pissing him off would lead to this. He manages to get your pants and underwear down past your knees, shoving three fingers inside of your mouth to keep your screams muffled.
“You can scream,” he hums, deep and raspy. “If you want everyone to know the truth, that my dicks too big for you. I know you didn’t get a good look last time..” he tugs himself out effortlessly, more than used to fucking anywhere, anytime, given any circumstance.
Pressing down on your tongue, he forces your gaze down, eyes going wide when you finally see it. The head gleams, throbbing a deep flush of pink leading up to a thick shaft lined in varying hues of green and blue. Vine-like veins wrap around his girth, trailing up to pale long fingers struggling to grip around the base; tattoos painted up his forearm rippling as he shifts closer and prods the tip against your slit. “Let’s see if you’ll keep going around making up lies about me now.”
Gliding his fingers free, he smears the mess of spit off on your chin, pulling on your bottom lip and releasing it to bounce back. “Look at all that fucking desperation in your eyes, you’re nothing but a pathetic cock hungry slut” He hisses, pushing against your entrance met with resistance the more he tries to probe.
“God you’re so tight,” Jeno grunts between gritted teeth, gripping firmly around the base of his length struggling to enter you more than halfway. “All this shit you talk and you’re tighter than a fucking virgin.”
“Your dicks just too big and useless!” His eyes snap open, lip trembling.
“You’re really fucked in that head huh,” Jeno chuckles under his breath. “Come here, I’m done playing nice with you.”
Twisting your hips around, he plants down on the stairs, sitting back on one of the steps and setting you on his lap. “Just for that, I’m going to make it hurt.”
Trying to get away is useless, met with his heavy palm wrapped around the front of your throat as he lurches your body back, keeping your back flush to his chest. “Don’t fucking bother, I know you want it.” He tuts, guiding his length back between your thighs, the fat tip pushing against your bundle of nerves. “Don’t you? Don’t you want it?”
Adding to your humiliation, Jeno slaps his heavy meat against your core, the clap of flesh colliding with your wet heat resonates; muddling the whispers that follow from the room. “Let them all know how bad you went this dick.”
“Fuck you Jeno!”
“Oh you will,” tightening around your neck, he bites down on your jaw, sweeping up and down through your slicked folds. “And everyone will know what a little lying whore you are.”
Pressing against your entrance again, he applies more pressure until your hole finally stretches enough to let him in. The scream you try to let out gets choked down, kept firmly in place despite writhing and kicking your legs out. “You're too big! Sl-slow down!”
Jeno ignores your cries, taking a hold of your hip to push you down the rest of the way until he’s balls deep, neck flexed and groaning through clenched teeth. “Fuck you’re so small.”
“N-no, too big,” scrambling to grab onto his thighs and push away, you brush against the bulge under your navel, expelling a moan from both of your lips. “You’re so deep.”
“What was that?” He rasps, biting your cheek, huffing breathily. “Let them hear you.”
“So full, so s-so full,” releasing your neck, he manhandles around your waist, pulling your hips up until nothing but the tip remains inside of you.
“Too big for even a slut like you.”
The sound of your ass landing down on his hips echoes into the room, pausing everyone's actions to listen in, quickly catching on to the two of you missing.
Jaemin smirks, pointing over his shoulder toward the staircase. “Games over.”
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