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[blevdsire]

“Whenever I feel my emotions getting the best of me, I simply picture an empty box and I take whatever I’m feeling and put that in the box. And then, I picture myself putting the box away in a big, empty closet and closing the door. Then, if I have time, I go back and open the box and deal with the emotion, in private, like a lady.”

—Bree Van de Kamp, Desperate Housewives

[blevdsire]

Had this Sungchan https://x.com/gureeeeeeeeen/status/1912934420132278363?t=kfqnWp-gP2v1TfjYbkPPnA&s=19 on my mind a lot recently pls write something inspired by this pic and for male readers pls💦

the gym picture…….. he knows what he’s doing and i hope he continues doing it because we need big and meaty sungchan idc about anyone else’s opinion ✋🏼

18+ male x male. gym setting. semi public sex. sungchan is a menace to society. dry humping. dirty talk. sungchan is rough and uses his strength against reader. biting. licking. body worshipping.

“come on, you can do it.” a whine left your lips hearing his familiar voice behind you, encouraging you to lift yet another weight even when you said it wasn’t possible. this is how the evening was being spent.. in the hot and gross gym for hours—it had to have been about three hours already and he still wasn’t ready to go home. it was pure torture watching him workout and why? you needed him. the way sungchan’s thick arms flexed when he’d lift a weight, grunting as he threw it back down on the floor, his chest somehow looking more broad afterwards.. god, you needed him. lifting the weight again and doing your best to work on your arm strength—you saw him through the mirror. sungchan took a seat on the bench and started lifting the even bigger and heavier weights. your eyes widened at the sight and your cock twitched in the basketball shorts you wore. what were you going to do now?

“baby?” no response. “channie..?” no response again. it was typical for sungchan to get into the zone when in the gym but that doesn’t make it okay for him to ignore you. making your way over to his bench you took a seat on his lap which instantly got his attention, putting the heavy weight back where it belonged and sat up, his strong arm immediately wrapping around your waist. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” now he was going to make you talk and it wasn’t going to happen. not in such a public area—even if the gym was completely dead. you shrugged your shoulders and turned to hide your face in the crook of his sweaty neck. the scent of his cologne and musk making your head spin.

“is my little doll needy, hm? is that the problem?” this was humiliating—you couldn’t just be a normal and supportive boyfriend in the gym, every little thing he did was making you go insane and the tight white tank top wasn’t helping the situation. “let’s just go home now.. please? you’ve been at this for hours! it’s not fair..” sungchan said nothing but take a few looks around the gym noticing that it was just you two left. “chan.. no!” you whispered-yelled at him but that did nothing. it only made him want this more than ever.

sungchan turned your body around so you were now facing him—large veiny hands making their way down to grip your hips in a rough manner, slowly starting to rock you back and forth against him. “s-sungchan..” but he wouldn’t let you finish, bringing one hand up to grab ahold of your jaw—forcefully pulling you forward and letting your lips meet his own. your eyes fluttered shut only waiting for this moment the entire night now.

“you wanna act like such a needy little bitch in public then I’ll treat you like one.” and you whimpered against his lips just like he knew you would—like you always did and it was pathetic but he loved it. sungchan bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed before sucking on it and quickly pulling away to give the same attention to your neck. he was obsessed with your neck and how perfect it was for him to kiss, lick, bite, and choke. your hips moved faster against him and he pushed you against his thigh, “ride my big thigh.” this was new but you weren’t complaining. all you could do was nod and whimper out from the abuse he was doing on your neck. “louder baby. let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel right now.” this was.. unnatural and it shouldn’t be happening but for some reason you didn’t want to stop. no. not at all.

“gonna get off on my thigh, hm doll? cum all in your shorts just from papa’s big thigh. bet you will.” sungchan licked up your neck as he forced your hips to ride his thigh faster and harder. “o-oh.. fuck!” your hands grabbed ahold of his thick biceps and you couldn’t help but to stare at them.. he was getting so much bigger and it only got you closer to the release you wanted and needed so badly. “just like that baby.” whines, gasps, whimpers, and cries left your red and swollen lips that sungchan kept attacking with his own. biting on them, sucking on them, even forcing your mouth open to spit—something he loved doing.

“c-cumming.. m cumming!” sungchan’s fingers reached underneath your shirt to place with your nipples as you came, knowing you enjoyed that the most and it would get you to cum again. your legs shook and you gripped his broad shoulders loving how big they felt in your hands, “so.. so big channie.” he was surprised you still had words left in you, kissing up your neck and biting down on the soft skin he had just left a mark on. “you like how big papa is baby?” and you nodded knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. “so big and strong..” he smirked. you were just the cutest boy on earth and he couldn’t stand it any longer. his arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you with ease as he stood from the bench—taking you to the showers with him and pressing your back against the cool tile, “how about you let papa fuck you against the wall just to show you how strong he is, how’s that sound doll?” eagerly nodding your head sungchan smiled and leaned in to press a few kisses against your lips knowing you both were in for a long night.

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Hey! Do you think you could do a Eric x Bottom! Male Reader smut please?

QUICK FIX GAY #11: TBZ Eric Sohn x Male Reader Missionary Style

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top TBZ Eric x Bottom Male Reader

Content: Missionary, Eric looking cute in glasses

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 1,321

Finally an Eric story! He got several requests last year. This is also the first time ever I do a story with The Boyz.

Visiting and hanging out with Eric was always a lot of fun. And it was all but guaranteed that the evening would lead to sex. Tonight, obviously, was no different.

You lay naked on his bed with your legs spread and a hard dick in your hand. Eric had left the room and you patiently awaited his return.

Your mind had wandered when his nude body reappeared in the doorway. You glanced in his direction but didn't fully register the slim figure and massive boner. Only once he was on his knees by your feet did you come back to reality.

You giggled when your friend slapped your shins with his cock, pretending it was a drumstick beating an instrument. It was his way to playfully get your attention.

“What song is that?” you asked.

“Fuck if I know,” Eric said and laughed.

He turned his body toward you and crawled on all four in your direction. “Ouch,” you said when his hand pushed down on your thigh with his weight on it.

“Sorry,” Eric said and lightened the load. Then he gently lay the full length of his body down on top of yours.

You quickly started making out. He rocked and rolled in your arms, while you sometimes bucked your hip, your boners and stomachs pressed together.

The man was soft and smooth to touch. He looked adorable in his big glasses. And damn was his body hot. This was the moment the evening had been leading up to.

*****

Eric raised his upper body by leaning on his elbows. He smiled at you and turned his head back and forth, playfully brushing his nose against yours. All while thrusting his hips between your legs, his dick sliding in and out of your hole.

You had a pillow under your lower back, to raise your ass slightly. It helped Eric penetrate you deeper, and enhanced the amazing sensation for you both.

You'd been fucking, hugging, playing and making out for close to an hour, probably a record. It wasn't usual that you lasted this long.

Eric in this position suddenly stopped smiling and giggling though, and his facial expression turned dead serious. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, and for some reason you weren't expecting an orgasm right now. Seeing him struggling like this honestly made you worry.

“What's wrong?” you asked, suddenly concerned for his well-being.

Eric's face twisted. “Nngh, Nngh, a-Ahhh!” he groaned and collapsed in your arm.

It took you by complete surprise. “Did you just come?” you asked.

He raised his head and smiled wide at you. You were confused and awaited his reply.

“No,” he said with a grin, then started thrusting again. It made you laugh and slap him on the shoulder.

*****

When Eric was about to go off – for real this time – there was no doubt about it. You'd swapped positions a couple more times but he was back to fucking you missionary style. His dick filled and stretched your ass when his eyes suddenly became distant.

That's it, you thought. The look of his imminent orgasm, the one you were used to seeing.

You raised your head to give him one more peck on the lips, then lowered yourself back onto the bed and tensed every muscle in your body. You squeezed him tighter between your thighs, and pushed on his back to aid his passionate thrusts.

Eric stopped moving his head – frozen in place – but kept rocking his whole body back and forth on top of you. Then his ass jumped up and down at a steady pace, causing your body to jolt repeatedly on the bouncy mattress.

His dick in your hole felt great. Touching his body and watching his adorable face and strained expression turned you on so bad. He looked adorable when the glasses nearly fell off, and God knows how badly it turned you on.

Your body and tight hole did wonderful things to him too. It was so obvious that he was seconds away from bursting that you instinctively moaned even though you weren't coming yourself. You knew your friend well, and the noises you suddenly made were more for his pleasure than yours.

I feel like I've written this paragraph a hundred times before (because I guess I have), but here it goes: When Eric's orgasm approached he started thrusting faster and faster. His pelvis clapped against the inside of your thighs. The bed began to shake and slammed against the wall. You panted, short and rapid breaths of air escaping your lips each time he pushed inside.

This time, it wasn't just for his pleasure. An abrupt and intense sensation rushed through your body, and you were suddenly close to coming too.

Eric too was panting loudly. He arched his back, pushed himself higher on his hands, and titled his head far back. He gasped repeatedly at the wall behind you, until the orgasm came and he released his load inside your asshole.

His excessive panting immediately stopped. His twisted face froze as his muscles tensed up. He kept rocking and thrusting his ass, the entire bed jumping, but not much else changed.

Once he peaked and a second wave hit, he let out a long, loud groan followed by multiple grunts.

“Uuuhh, uuuhhh, uuuuhrgh!” he said when he thrust forward and pushed his dick deeper than ever inside you. “Uuuhh, uuuhhh, uhrghhhhh!”

Then he collapsed in your arms and chipped for air against the side of your face. You never got to reach your own climax, but it still felt amazing to you both.

Eric kissed your cheek, then your mouth when he regained enough strength to lift his head. He caressed your sides then pushed himself up again, and sat on his knees between your legs. He briefly stroke and admired your stomach and thighs, before he pulled out and reached down to remove the condom. Of course you were always responsible.

He held the cum-filled silicone up in front of him and smiled. He looked you in the eye through his adorable glasses, when he put the condom to his mouth and playfully started to blow air into it. You panicked when it expanded in size like a balloon.

“Eric, no!” you exclaimed and quickly pulled up on the bed, shock and horror written all over your face. He raised his hand as if he was about to make the balloon pop.

But he didn't do it. It probably wouldn't have worked anyway. Instead he lowered his hands and laughed loudly, and let the air out from the stretched rubber.

“You're such an idiot,” you said and giggled while rolling your eyes.

You could finally relax. You watched as the man tied the condom and felt really good, despite not having come yourself.

Eric reached over your thigh and left the condom on his bedside table. Then he returned to your body, kissed your lips while feeling you up and down the side, before he pushed himself down across your chest and his lips jumped in the direction of your hard dick.

He was on his knees, hunched over when he reached it and grabbed it. He stretched out his legs by the foot of the bed and leaned in close.

Your heart was still beating fast from the shock, but the cute face helped calm your nerves. Eric's smile and handsome looks made you happy, and the man was always so fun to hang out with.

When he kissed your dick and licked the shaft, however, your smile quickly went away. You started panting again as you immersed yourself in the moment.

Eric grinned at your reaction. He flicked his tongue against the head which drove you insane. Then he sucked you good until you came in his mouth, and the night of fun and passion was ending.

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Needy.

Park Gunwook x Male Reader.

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the sun was setting, faint golden lights making their way into yn and gunwook’s dorm, the first was watching tv, sitting on the bed while the latter was on the floor reading some haikyuu manga. yn stood up to close the windows and then sat again, cross-legged, he tapped his fingers on his knees, eyes darting back and forth between the tv and gunwook’s humongous form, something he was kinda jealous of, how can he be so tall and he isn't. but this wasn’t jealousy right now, it was something else he can’t quite put the finger on to know what it is. the silence soon became underwhelming for yn to bear so he stood up and locked himself in the bathroom –at least until that strange feeling passed.

“yn come here to eat dinner” gunwook yelled while putting the recently made instant noodle cups on the little table at the center of the dorm. the other guy stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered. “yo gunwook” he tried to greet as casually as possible but it came out with a voice crack, “hmm?” gunwook answered, slurping the noodles –he didn’t look up towards yn. “it’s just.. i..” he paused. not knowing how to say it, “come on yn. you’re being weird now. you spent almost an hour inside the bathroom, if you just wanted to jerk off just tell me and i go outside” he jokes, that dazzling smile making yn’s heart pound hard on his chest. “noo” he cuts gunwook’s joke, “i don’t know” yn scratches the back of his neck trying to ignore gunwook’s piercing stare.

“what’s up with you?” gunwook started to become concerned, “it’s getting weird” he adds. “have you ever felt something you don’t know what it is?” yn says, “like something eating at you, and you don’t know what it is or why are you feeling it?”. gunwook raised an eyebrow trying to understand yn’s words, “like something is missing? i don’t know how to explain it” he laughs trying to brush the awkwardness off. “what?” the taller questioned, his tone low and quite sexy, it sent shivers down yn’s spine. gunwook stood up, walking closer to yn, “are you okay?” he inspected yn thoroughly but his actions send yn into a spiral of awkwardness, he became hyper aware of how close gunwook was towards him, the scent of his cologne clogging yn’s nostrils –intoxicating him with it.

gunwook kept questioning yn, with a teasing tone on his remarks but yn ignored him, or well he tried. that night he couldn’t sleep, the idea of having gunwook so near to him, his hands touching his body –god, those lips brushing against his skin… unconsciously his hand went down his erect dick, that night he masturbated thinking about his friend.

the next day he felt filthy, how could he do that, it’s his friend, “you disgusting” yn knocked himself on the head lightly –punishing himself for his sinful acts, now how could he look at his friend, and roommate, straight to his eyes. 

gunwook’s presence became overwhelming for yn, every time he hugged him, when their hands touched or when they bump into each other on the hallways, it aches for yn, why is he feeling this way. he was … needy, needy for gunwook. the feeling becoming messier and it scared him, what would gunwook think if he finds out? their relationship would be affected if he finds out so he starts to drift away from him. when gunwook was in the dorm yn wasn’t, hell even gunwook couldn’t find him around the campus during break hours. gunwook puts the keys on the dorm lock but the door was unlocked, yn was inside, so he took the opportunity to clear things up once and for all.

yn was getting ready to leave, packing something on his backpack, “yo yn” gunwook said, a serious tone laced on his voice, “let’s talk”. “i can’t now gunwook.. i need to go out. now”. the taller blocked the door, cutting yn’s way out “you’re not leaving until you tell me what’s happening. you’re being so… distant”, hurt visible on his face, for trying to supress that gnawing feeling he ended up hurting his friend, “maybe i can help you with it” he muttered. 

“gunwook is just that i…” he inhales “hah… i just keep thinking about you every day” he confesses, “every fucking hour, every fucking minute you’re on my head and is driving me crazy, the image of you strutting around with just a towel wrapped around your hips is making me insane”. gunwook didn’t knew what to do or say, the dorm turning into a bomb that could explode any time soon thanks to the overwhelming tension around them. he stood there socked, “move please i need to go out” he tried to push past gunwook but his hand grabbed him by the arm –when yn looked at gunwook’s face he was surprised, a grin formed on his face, “thinkin about me..” he dragged the last vowel, “am i that powerful?” he mocked, yn’s face turned red like a tomato, “shut up and move. let me go”. gunwook pushed yn against the door and caged him with his arms on each side of yn, his frame towering over yn –he leaned closer, lips almost brushing against yn’s “you looks so cute all embarrassed” he laughs softly, yn’s breath caught again. “i’m running late gun…wook” yn twists the door knob to open it but gunwook doesn’t let him get away, closing the door right away and pinning yn’s hands above his head with just one hand, “don’t run away from me yn” he speaks –yn’s mouth became dry, he can’t handle gunwook’s teasing, not now that he confessed his feelings.

yn’s knees trembled, heat pooling on his stomach, his neediness taking over him again. gunwook’s bigger frame made yn feel fragile, small and desperate to feel every inch of it. “messy yn, running away from me. do i really get you all worked up?” he teases grabbing yn’s chin with the other hand, yn’s cheeks burned, he needs to get out of this, he can feel his dick twitching inside his boxers, “pleasee” he begs. “please what?” gunwook’s knee separating yn’s legs and placing it in between them right under yn’s crotch –he felt the heat coming from it, he kneaded the growing bulge with it, making yn squirm more.

yn’s back arched, “i guess you're blaming me for all this then shouldn’t i take responsibility for this?” his lips getting dangerously close to yn’s, their breaths mixing –before yn could say something, gunwook’s mouth crashed against his, the kiss was hard and hungry, teeth clashing and yn melted into it. gunwook manhandled him so easily, it ignited something on yn, he lifted him and threw him against the bed. gunwook’s touches were dizzying, he crawled on top of yn and kissed him deeper, his hips rutting on yn’s clothed lower half. he gets rid of his shirt and yn’s, he then flips him around, his chest pressed against yn’s back, gunwook’s board frame clashing against yn’s smaller one.

he got rid on every piece of clothes on yn’s lower half and then did the same, both completely naked now, his cock pressed between yn’s cheeks, “let’s see if you can take it” he guides the tip and inserts it inside yn, the veins scraping his walls plus the warmness of it send him to cloud 9. the top rocked his hips forward filling yn up with his meat, it made yn’s leg shake and his knees buckle. the stretch burning him deliciously while gunwook manhandled him like a mere ragdoll, a cumrag for him to use to satisfy himself. the taller grabbed a fistful of ass with each hand separating them so he can have more access to yn’s hole and go deeper. 

gunwook set a rhythm that made yn see stars, his hands clawing at the sheets and moaning into a pillow, soaking it with spit and sweat, his flushed face glistening with beads of sweat. skin on skin slapping, with every thrust making yn’s ass bounce thanks to the recoil, “you should’ve told me this before fuck! this is so fucking hot and pleasurable. you’re tight as fuck” he smacked yn’s ass and grabbed a fistful of it again, loving how his handprints appeared on them. “you’re so small, wonder if i already broke you”. he pounded harder, the bed creaking with each powerful thrust. yn lifted his ass so he can pump his cock too and cum already –”can’t even keep up, can you. huh…?” he smirked, running a hand on his wet hair to avoid it sticking to his forehead. the heat kept building up, gunwook gripping yn’s hips bruisingly tight then he groaned –loud and rough– with one last slam he releases, his cock pulsing inside the other with every spurt of cum, as he rode his high he left himself fall on top of yn’s flushed and sweaty back, he hugs him from behind and laughs softly and gives his back a little kiss, “next time you’re feeling needy tell me. sometimes i get needy too” both of them panted in satisfaction, falling asleep shortly after.

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PLEASE ANTON TOP X MALE READER hard in a car 🧎🧎

I don't even speak English but I BEG U

oh don’t worry about it! I think.. I’ll be able to write you up something pretty good <3 hard dom anton? mhhh.

18+ male x male, dom!anton, car sex, dirty talk, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, manhandling, anton is mean!! but also sweet? just ruins reader..

fingers tapping against the ripped jeans you wore in a nervous manner not knowing if turning to look over at anton was a good idea—not after what happened at taro’s party. taking you a few more seconds to muster up the courage, your head finally turned to face him and.. he was already looking at you. his large and veiny hand gripped the steering wheel even though the car had been in park—for how long now? god you weren’t paying attention to anything but the nerves that ate away at your poor overthinking mind. slowly blinking, anton undid the seatbelt so he could turn his body to face you and without a word he continued to stare at you causing your entire body to warm up. “w-what..?”

anton chuckled at how cute you were when so nervous. “hm, I’m not sure. maybe you’d like to go back to taro’s party so you can continue acting like such a whore with seunghan.” typical. turning your head to stare out the window a sigh left your lips—none of this would’ve happened if anton didn’t leave you on the couch for at least 20 minutes. something about wonbin was having a rough time and anton needed to comfort him as always. “just take me home anton.” usually it wasn’t this way—you being bold. that was something you weren’t good at but after hearing the shit he said it was harder than ever to control the small amount of anger that filled your body. “god you’re so cute.” his voice caught you off guard.. it was much deeper than usual, unlike his soft and sweet tone he always had with you. slowly turning to look at him—his hair was pushed back from the leftover sweat from the party and you assumed nerves or maybe anger. his plump lips glossed over from just licking over them and his eyes were dark. his sweet chocolate brown eyes you adored were long gone and this was a new anton. had you two been intimate before? sure. it wasn’t nothing too serious since the both of you were taking the new relationship slow. this look.. was not usual with him.

“do you love me baby, hm? when you look at me like that it just.. makes me feel some sort of way. makes me want to fuck that little ass open and force you to take my big cock whether you like it or not.” your eyes widened. he’s never spoke to you like this before but.. it felt so good. why? this is usually how couples were so why make it so weird with you two? your now sweaty hand gripped the jeans you wore, playing with the hole.

“bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know you’ve been wanting my cock. don’t act so shy and oblivious now. not when I caught you staring at my bulge when we went swimming the other day.” fuck. he caught you and it was humiliating. “c-can we just g-go back to your place n-now? let’s just—” unable to finish your own sentence without the feeling of his warm and large hand gripping your jaw in an aggressive manner, anton forced you to look up at him even sitting in the car he was so big—so so big and strong. your eyes flicked down to his plump lips that were so damn kissable, curse him and those lips that you adored so much. anton only smirked and leaned forward to press a quick peck to your lips hoping to satisfy you with that but.. that wasn’t going to happen. not with just a peck.

“get in the backseat. now.” and you wasted no time getting into the backseat patiently waiting for him to join you, the bulge in his sweatpants only causing you to grow more nervous and excited for what’s to come. anton leaned back against the seat as much as he could before pulling you into his lap, aggressively rocking your hips against his own. a hiss left his lips as he stared up at you—watching how embarrassed you looked. “fuck. this is how you’d ride my cock, want too? bet you do. I know you do. seunghan would never be able to fuck you so good like I can. don’t you ever give him attention. you’re mine, understand that?” you eagerly nodded your head enjoying the way he spoke to you. this was all so new but.. so so good.

anton forced you to dry hump him for the next few minutes until your legs began to shake and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, sweat trickling down the side of your face. “you just came in your pants, what a good little boy.” you whined, feeling more and more humiliated but that was cut short when anton gripped your hips and pushed you up against the door, head hitting the window. “ow—” “shut the fuck up.” you gasped at the sound of your jeans ripping.. anton had not only ripped a bigger hole but completely broke the button and zipper. “t-toni..” his large hands then found the hem of his sweatpants pulling them down swiftly and tossing them to the side. his cock was massive. how you could tell? he wasn’t wearing boxers! his cock hit his abdomen and a hiss left his lips, mouth watering from how pretty and pink his tip was.

“what baby, hm? cat got your tongue? so fucking cute I’m going to destroy you. fuck you so good you’ll never want to think about seunghan again.” all you could do was stare up at him for a moment not knowing what to say or do—drool dripping down from the corner of your mouth and once anton noticed he leaned down, licking up the mess you were making. his lips caught yours and he forced his tongue passed your lips—almost gagging you but that’s the way he liked it. nasty, messy, and rough. slowly but surely anton pulled your own boxers down and tossed them to the side—pulling away from your lips to spit on his two fingers, finding your tight hole and gently rubbing the sensitive area before sticking a finger in. you gasped not expecting it to feel so weird at first and anton leaned down once again to press a kiss to your lips, “relax baby, I got you.” and you knew he did so you nodded and kissed him right back wanting nothing more but his kisses.

“oh fuck. you’re so tight baby.. fuck, touch me.” your hand wrapped around his thick length jerking him off as he started to pump his long finger in and out of you, causing a whimper to leave your wet lips. it felt weird at first of course but the more and more you felt him.. the more you wanted and needed. “m-more.. want more.” and more is what anton gave you, pushing another finger in which made you spread your legs in hopes it would be a better position for the both of you. eyes rolling back from the pleasure you felt just from his fingers—his hand came across your face in a sudden slap. “want my cock, hm? beg for it. beg for my cock and tell me you’ll never talk to seunghan again.” he was always such a jealous mess but he was your mess.

“I-I want your cock so bad—please! I need it. a-and I’ll never talk to hannie again I promise!” you knew the sweet nickname would piss him off even more and that’s what you wanted. “fucking hell—” anton pulled his fingers out of you in a quick motion and licked them clean before he forced your legs more open, as open as you could allow them that was. he lined himself up with your tight hole and slowly pushed the tip in, your eyes squeezing shut from the foreign feeling of it all but the moment his lips were on yours again—it went away. all the worries and pain went away when he kissed you.

“you’re so fucking tight—oh my god.” anton said against your lips before gripping your jaw like before and forcing your mouth open—spitting inside. you knew what to do which was swallow and he groaned at the sight. his pace was slow at first wanting you to get use to the large cock in your ass and once he knew you were ready—his pace was brutal. fast, rough, and hard. “t-toni.. w-wait.” you hiccuped but anton didn’t care. all he cared about was ruining your sweet little ass. all he craved was pumping you full of his load and forcing you to enjoy it. he grabbed ahold of your own cock, jerking you off which only made things much worse but in the best way possible which was a weird way to put it. “oh my god!” anton’s cock was hitting the spot he needed to hit the most and you seen stars. loud and lewd whimpers, moans, gasps, and yelps left your lips as he continued to pound into your ass. his large hand gripping a fist full of your soft locks and pulling back so your head was against the warm glass of the window.

“take my cock. just like that you’re doing so good—oh fuck. fuck. I’m gonna cum. gonna cum in your ass and you’re going to love it, isn’t that right? oh god—yes.” anton came the moment you did all over your own stomach and he pushed his cock as deep as he could go, not wanting a single drop of his cum wasted. his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you onto of him, his cock still buried in your ass which only made you gasp out in pleasure and overstimulation. “shit—sorry baby.. want you to ride me, okay? I’ll give you a few minutes. god you’re so beautiful.” and with that you placed a soft kiss to his sweaty broad chest.

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QUICK FIX GAY #9: Top NCT Mark Missionary Style (x Bottom Male Reader)

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Mark & Male Reader

Content: Missionary, Bottom male reader g-spot

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 921

💬 Request: for the quick fix stories, these r the ones I'm requesting for a gay version: -mark lee missionary story.

This is a Double Take, a re-write of an old story. The original is straight Quick Fix #2: Mark Missionary Style from way back in Season 1 🙂

This new version is a gay story (x Male Reader instead of x Female Reader) of the original, as requested, and my first story ever in which male reader orgasms by his g-spot being stimulated (which for men is in the ass, I just learned) rather than by stimulating the dick.

Side note: I've had to watch a lot of gay porn (you know, for research 😉😏) to understand how things work when I write these stories. One thing I've noticed is that missionary sex doesn't look the same for gay and straight couples. Straight ones can lie flat, but gay ones tend to sit up and bend more, probably because of the lower position of the asshole which requires a different angle to be penetrated. So maybe laying down and "panting against your neck" the way Mark does in this story doesn't actually work as naturally as it would in a straight story... 🤔 That's just a detail I've noticed.

Anyway, please enjoy this gay story about top Mark just being great in bed 🙂

“Fuck me baby,” you whisper while Mark squirms on top of you.

He's filling your ass with his cock. “Damn baby, you feel so good,” he says.

You moan when he feels your hip and licks your neck, and moves his ass slowly up and down in your arms. His motions are wide and lustful, calm yet eager and full of passion. He wants you so badly, you can feel it.

And you want him just as bad. Your dick is slack between you but Mark's is hitting you in just the right spot and the pleasure in your ass is intense.

You spread your thighs as wide as your body will allow and bend your knees in the air. Your feet press against Mark's sides and he pushes his upper body up while pressing down with one hand on the back of your thigh.

Your hands rest on the bed while your lower back is pushed hard into the mattress. You bounce up and down each time Mark thrusts into you.

“Oh yeah baby,” you say and watch Mark's lustful and grimacing face above yours. “Yeah, yeah, fuck my ass.”

You tilt your head back. Mark briefly plants his lips on your leg. You pull your knees higher and your heels touch his ass cheeks as they slide up his hot body. When they press down on him he moans and penetrates you deeper.

His throbbing shaft feels so good inside you. You start to move your hips up and down to match his motions. Your hole grips the shaft tightly, and you feel it slide in and out, in and out repeatedly.

The head has found your g-spot which drives you wild, and you begin to pant excessively. Your shallow breaths of pure pleasure turn Mark on further, and he suddenly picks up the pace. His hips slam against your inner thighs, and the bed begins to shake and bang against the wall.

Your legs straighten out and fall down beside Mark's body. He crashes down on you and buries his head in the pillow beside you. You hear him groan loudly into it.

The full length of his body is pressing down on you. You grab his ass hard and throw your limbs around in pure ecstasy, raise your feet high in the air only to throw them back down, squirm and pant loudly while his dick in your ass bring you ever closer to an orgasm.

He rocks his body fast, violently sliding back and forth in your arms. He puts a hand on your waist and raise his head, bend his knees slightly, and push as deep into you as he possibly can.

“Moan for me baby,” he whispers. “Say my name.”

You know it turns him on when you talk dirty to him. “Oh yeah, baby,” you say. ”Yeah, yeah, fuck Mark, you're so good! Mm, mm, mm, Mark, fuck me Mark, yes, yes, harder, yes!”

Mark let's his hand glide down your side and onto your ass. He pulls his legs up and sits on his knees, bending in half as his head returns to the pillow, and pulls you up and onto his lap.

He gasps for air and presses his lips against your neck while panting heavily. You arch your back and clench your cheeks around his shaft, before you fall back down and raise your legs high in the air.

They point straight up. Each violent thrust makes you shiver and shake. Mark's dick rubs you in just the right spot, again and again, and you're eventually brought over the edge.

A shiver suddenly runs through your body. “Oh, Mark,” you moan, just as he requested. Then you scream: “Ahh, fuck my ass, Mark, Mark, MARK, MAAARK LEEEE!”

Mark realizes you've reach your orgasm, and he's about to do the same. He holds his breath on the final stretch, then lets out a loud groan as he climaxes.

He lifts his body high and digs his fingers into the back of your thigh while pushing his pelvis down hard on you. The pain it causes is nothing compared to how great he makes you feel.

“Arrrghn,” his deep voice moans when he ejaculates inside you. He fills your ass with cum and his body feels warm and tense, but all the tension goes away the moment he's finished.

He crashes down again, filled with lust and a sensational rush, and your legs and feet return to the bed when you relax too.

His heavy breaths feel hot on your skin. He licks your neck, then lifts his head to kiss you on the lips. The kiss is wet and sloppy, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Holy shit baby,” he pants and thrusts a few more times. “Ahh, ahhhhh, damn your ass feels good!”

When you've both come down from your highs his muscles turn off and he collapses in your arms, his cock still inside you. His breaths become steadier, his body heavier, and you feel relaxed the way he weights on and holds you.

“No one's ever made me come the way you do,” he says. You giggle and wrap your arms tighter around his back. “I love you baby.”

You still feel your body shiver, and Mark's cock pulsing inside you. His body is hot and comfortable to hold, and his words make you smile.

“I love you so much,” he repeats, and lifts his head to give you a kiss on the lips. ”So much.”

[blevdsire]

Siah Artis (siahaartis)

[blevdsire]

bff!anton fucks male!reader (yaoi) ♡

"you like that?" anton asked, fucking your ass with intensity, the boy's hands almost crushed your waist as he thrust his dick into you mercilessly. your cock dripped with each thrust, you felt like you were going to melt from so much pleasure, this was your first time being fucked by a boy. for a minute you were grateful to be in the doggy position, after all, maybe you didn't have enough courage to look into your best friend's eyes while he destroyed you.

"fuck!" you said in a choked moan as you brought your hand to your own cock, masturbating it in an attempt to reach your own orgasm more quickly. you were very close to your peak due to the prostate stimulation you were receiving, anton's dick was huge, huge enough to leave you breathless and moan loudly like a girl. you heard a guttural laugh coming from the boy's throat and the thrusts started to get more intense.

"you moan like a whore." he said pulling your hair back to have more access to your neck, you were only wearing a band shirt and anton had his chest bare and boxers down, a real delicious mess. "cum for me." he ordered biting your neck. in a few minutes you felt anton's semen flood your insides, which was enough for you to cum too, dirtying the sheets.

"i'm not done with you yet." the boy said, turning you to look at him. "let's make a bet, if you keep quiet, maybe i'll let you sleep tonight." he rubbed his dick against yours.

[blevdsire]

Suggestion, Sungchan with a shorter, chubby, thicc bf who has a big booty and is also flexible and Sungchan just loves some it when his bf jiggles and bounces and also some cushion for the pushing y'know and something he can grab and squeeze onto🥵

oh he loves it. can’t help but to stare at your plump ass every time you walk past him in just his shirt—it’s so big on you because of his large frame which gets him going even more and he’ll quietly follow you into the kitchen giving you a harsh slap to the ass—a cute yelp leaving your lips. “you’re such a perv!” and all sungchan can do is smirk allowing his arms to wrap around your smaller frame pushing you back into his broad chest, so desperate to feel you against his growing bulge. “bend over.” and you do as he says, like always which he adores so much. his big and perverted hands feel up and down your body groping your thighs, squeezing your fat ass and reaching forward to fondle your own growing bulge and it was such easy access because of his shirt you wore. “you’re so perfect.” and you were but only for him. sungchan lifted the shirt that you wore exposing your fat ass to his rough hands giving it a squeeze before pulling down the underwear you wore, a gasp leaving him while a soft whimper left your own. “who’s this fat ass belong to, hm?” your body felt like it was on fire—heat rushing to your face and you quietly answered him, “y-you channie..” another harsh slap landed on your ass and you jumped from the pain but loved every second of it. “that’s right, all mine.”

[blevdsire]

Good Top Bad Top — s.jy + p.js

top!park jongseong + top!sim jaeyun x btm!male reader smut (pretty much pwp) 2.6k words

Worn thin by a grueling school project, you and Jake crash at Jay’s place, innocently drifting off to sleep. The stillness of the night soon warps, jolting you awake as Jay defiles you. Suddenly thrust into a threesome, you struggle between Jay’s brutality and Jake’s tenderness.

includes: uhhhhhhhhm just filthy sex between u n two college dudes, the plot’s just for foreplay like irl porn aFKOPZKDF warning: somnophilia, !!NONCON!! (technically dubcon, it just shows up really late after the sex)

You feel suspended in nothingness, drifting in and out of a state of being awake and asleep. The air conditioner blasts through the stillness of Jay’s room, yet your skin prickles with an unnatural heat. Something breathes against you, soft and featherlight, tickling your nape to a rippling shiver down your spine. Then a heavier sensation follows, a weight pressing down across your chest. 

Your back feels hot, pinned against something firm and slick—a cock, you realize with a terrifying clarity—grinding lazily against you, a warm and sticky trail sloppily leaving its stains at the small of your back.

“Ah,” a faint sound escapes you, shaky and unintended, as a hand slips beneath the waistband of your shorts. Fingers hungrily roam your skin, brushing the length of your hardening dick before settling on the tip, teasing it with a slow and deliberate swipe of your leaking precum.

“Fuck,” Jay grunts, cutting through the haze. “You wake up too fast.”

You blink your eyes open to darkness, only a faint glow coming from the lampshade on Jay’s nightstand. Textbooks and legal pads sit in uneven stacks beside empty energy drinks and coffee cans, remnants of an exhausting school project just a few hours ago. You twist your head, panic rising in your chest, and you desperately move to push away the fingers squeezing your cock, but Jay’s grip is unyielding. An arm snakes around your neck, a muscled vise tightening just enough to make your breath hitch, while a leg slides over your waist, pinning you to the mattress. You’re trapped, Jay’s breath hot and minty with vape residue against your ear, growling words you can’t decipher.

“Jay,” you gasp, “what the fuck!?”

“Sorry,” he mutters, voice dripping with insincerity, “can’t hold it anymore.”

He drags your shorts down, fabric catching on your thighs, teasingly scraping your skin before sliding free, your cock twitching in the cool air. His lips find your neck, a possessive bite breaking the surface with a faint sting that could only be followed by bruise later on. He lingers, sucking hard, then nips at your jaw, before tracing a wet lick behind your ear. “Fuck,” he mutters against your skin, ragged, “you’re so perfect. So unblemished. Gonna look so good fucked raw. You want that, huh?”

You thrash against him, but Jay’s just too immovable—taller, broader, frame honed by arrogance and strength. His hands roam your body with greed, nails scratching your flesh. Every attempt to break free tightens his grip, fingers digging deeper, your skin blooming purple under his touch as your breaths come shallow.

“Don’t squirm too much,” Jay warns, thick with menace. “Jake might wake up.” He pauses, thigh shifting to press harder. “Or maybe you want that? Want him to see me split your tight ass open? Maybe he’ll want a go too,” he grunts, his hard-on rutting against your bare ass and smearing precum across your behind.

You shake your head in disbelief, the thought of Jake getting tangled in this depravity a nightmare you can’t imagine. Your blurry eyes dart across the room, searching for Jake’s shadow on a spare mattress, chest rising and falling steadily, oblivious. In this supposed overnight project session, he is the innocent third, a potential lifeline you can’t quite reach.

“Stop fighting,” Jay snaps, patience fraying. He aggressively shifts his weight, slamming you face-down into the bed. Your stomach presses into the mattress, satin sheets scraping against your skin; your erection throbs painfully with every slight movement. “You waltz in here,” he grunts, “ass begging for it in these slutty little shorts, and think I’ll just lie here beside you with my dick in my hand?”

The rumors have been lingering around you for months: Jay begging your professor to pair you for this group project, him brushing against you in the halls, a knowing smirk daring you to deny him. You had dismissed it as gossip, chalked it up to his notorious reputation. Jay always got what he wanted, consequences be damned. The sound of a bottle cap pops and the wet, sloppy noise of Jay slicking something follows, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

“Please,” you say, having a good guess of what’s coming next. “Jay, don’t.” Your hands clutch the sheets, knuckles whitening.

“Shut up,” he snarls, and a hand comes down hard on your ass. The pain flares, sharp and immediate, making you bite your lip to stifle a scream, the metallic taste of blood spilling as it splits. But he doesn’t stop, another hit lands. Then another. Then another, each one slower and heavier as your vision blurs with tears. “Sluts like you,” he growls, “get fucked raw. Sluts like you need your pretty little holes ruined.”

Jay’s hands find your hips and he yanks you back, ass up, cock dangling humiliatingly in the cold. You feel his cock tease your hole, circling it, taunting and degrading. “Here it comes,” he coldly laughs, and then he moves, slowly at first. He stretches you in an agonizing pace, pausing to let you feel the burn, the intrusion, before slamming in hard. 

It’s massive, filling you beyond any preparation, pain searing as he buries himself balls-deep in brutal thrusts. You choke on a scream, sound lodged in your throat, held back by the sheer surprise.

His cock pulses as your walls clench involuntarily. “So fucking tight,” he groans, savoring how your body adjusts to him. “Sucking me right in. Virgin, huh? Shit, you’re mine now.”

Jay thrusts deep and slow at first, bed frame creaking softly. But he picks up speed in no time, practically slamming against the wall. The slow heat bubbles beneath the pain, your cock leaking a shameful puddle onto the mattress, some pleasure sputtering in the agony despite you fighting against it. “Look at you taking it like a whore, been dreaming of this for so long.”

Fuck Jay. His vape-stink breath, his liquor-soaked arrogance, and his invincible throne. Tell anyone about this and they’d doubt you, or he’d ruin you worse. But Jake is here, you repeat to yourself. Jake, who chose to join your pair as your class was odd-numbered. Jake who’s like a golden retriever, always smiling, always energetic, time always spent on studying and nothing else. One of the very few who could stand against Jay.

Yet, to quote some, sometimes the tame ones suppress worse demons.

Jay grabs your hair in a fist, yanking your head back as his other hand delivers a sharp slap to your face. He grimly laughs as he continues pounding, tilting your head to the man stirring across the room.

Jake’s movements are sluggish as he blinks awake. His face scrunches in the dim light, confusion evident before he understands the scene before him—your ass up, Jay owning you with his fucking, air thick with sweat and sex. His eyes widen, a flicker of shock crossing his face, and he sits up, rubbing his eyes with the heel of hand as if to wake from a dream. But his hand hovers near his crotch, hesitating.

“Just gonna watch or you joining?” Jay taunts. He smacks your ass again, slamming your head back to the pillow beneath your face, muffling your cries. “C’mon, Jake,” he adds, “don’t be a pussy now. You knew this was coming.”

You hear footsteps, then a sinking weight on Jay’s bed. “Man,” Jake whispers, “I… I didn’t think it’d be like this. You sure he’s okay with it?”

Your stomach twists as the sinking realiztion dawns—Jake’s in on it? You try your hardest to keep your eyes open, desperate to understand the situation. “Jake,” you rasp, voice raw, eyes on level with Jake’s growing bulge, a wet spot darkening the front. “Please.” You don’t even know anymore if it’s a call for help or an invitation.

Jake’s hands decide to cradle your face and your eyes meet his, and for a moment he freezes, expression softening. “Shit, okay,” he mutters. “Take it off for me?” he asks, almost pleading, a sick contrast to Jay snarling behind you as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

Your hands tremble, thighs quaking, but you reach for Jake’s sweatpants, fingers fumbling. Jake pulls your hands to his waist, a smile on his face as he helps you tug it down. His cock springs free—hairless, veins bulging faintly, shorter but thicker than Jay’s, precum beading at the tip. You inhale as you take it in your mouth, the salty taste hitting as it slides past your lips. A hand settles in your hair, combing it gently amidst the chaos. 

“Good boy,” Jake murmurs as you jerk the base of his dick with your hand, drool spilling down your chin. “Wanna fuck your throat,” he says, voice sickeningly sweet. “Can I?” His eyes search yours, a last flicker of doubt lingering, but you’re too far gone to refuse, nodding slowly as Jake tightens his grip on your head.

You gag as his cock reaches the back of your throat, spit beginning to bubble at the corners of your mouth. He pauses, thumb wiping your tears so tenderly. “You’re doing so well, babe,” he soothes, as he pushes past with a slow and steady thrust. “You’re so good at this,” he heaves, hips rocking to an even rhythm that offsets Jay’s pace.

“What a fucking softie,” Jay mocks, spitting on your back and smearing it. “You love it like that, slut?” he sneers. “Say you love it, you fucking slut.”

You choke on the words, muffled by the cock lodged in your throat. “I love it,” you think you screamed, but the sound is barely heard against the moaning and groaning, the filthy squelch of you being defiled.

“Don’t listen to him,” Jake murmurs, a twisted comfort as he slides even deeper down your throat. “You’re doing this for me, yeah? My good boy.”

Jay’s brutality breaks you, yet Jake’s gentleness keeps you bound. He pauses, pulls out, but leaves his cock hanging on your tongue. He brushes a strand of hair fom your face. “You don’t hate me, do you?” he asks, waiting for an answer as you catch your breath.

“I don’t know,” you slur, only for Jay to roughly thrust forward, jolting you back into sucking Jake’s cock.

“Gonna cum, gonna fill this hole up,” Jay growls, he leans over you, chest slick with sweat against your back. His thrusts turn erratic, each one a deeper plunge. “Take it all, you slut,” he snarls, slamming in one last time to unload with a guttural groan. Thick spurts flood your ass as he grinds through it, the excess dripping down your thighs in a shameful trickle. Your body betrays you, shuddering as your cock spurts in tandem with him.

Jay pulls out, cum and lube oozing from your hole. He smacks it one last time. “Fucking mine,” he pants, collapsing beside you with a triumphant smirk.

Jake nudges Jay aside. “My turn,” he says, rolling you onto your back with a careful motion. He spreads your legs, fingers brushing your cum-filled hole as he positions himself. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, holding your gaze as he slides in. There is no resistance to be found, your body and soul already spent. “Relax,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead as he begins to rock into you unhurriedly.

“Jake,” you whimper. His lips graze yours, a rare intimacy that pulls your presence back in.

“I’ve got you, I’m not like Jay,” he whispers. His lips trail down your neck with soft pecks, as if trying to heal the bruises Jay left. “I know you didn’t want it this rough, but you’re so tough, taking us both like this.”

Jake leans back, hands sliding across your torso, smearing sweat and cum along the way. He ends on your cock, playing with the cum on the tip with his thumb as you squirm in oversensitivity, trying to wake it up from its limp state.

“You don’t hate me, right?” he repeats the question, manipulative eyes pleading.

“I trusted—” you start, voice cracking, but he thrusts deeper, a purposeful push to cut you off.

“I’m here to soften the blow,” he insists, tone firm as he holds your eyes. “I’m different, babe. Tell me you feel it,” he says, languidly stroking your cock to his pace.

“I… feel it,” you mutter, broken and reluctant, feeling yourself approaching another forced climax.

Jay watches from beside you, propped on an elbow, grinning as he strokes himself. “Fucked him stupid,” he laughs, “got him so hooked.” He reaches over, pinching and twisting your nipple until you gasp.

“Shut up,” you rasp, but Jake’s hand turns your face to him.

“Ignore him,” he says. “I’m better, aren’t I? Tell me.” Jake’s gentle voice doesn’t make sense in this situation. Your cock being abused, your hole dripping with cum, his cock owning you with a sweet rhythm as he chases his release—is Jake really any better?

“Please,” he adds, voice faltering, “tell me you don’t hate me for this.”

“I don’t,” you whisper.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” he groans, stroking you harder. “Gonna cum, gonna fill you up too.”

With a shuddering cry, he slams into you, his cum mixing with Jay’s, leaking out and pooling beneath you. Your body arches, a pathetic spurt of cum dribbling from you as you collapse, the room falling into a heavy, exhausted silence. The lamp flickers off, your breathing slowing down back to normal. Before you totally drift off to sleep once again, you feel a kiss to your temple.

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It wasn’t a dream. Your ass stings with each move you make, the sheets beneath you are tangled and staff, crusted with dried cum and sweat. Despite the bruises and scratches, your body is clean, just the ache of the night prior remaining. You’re still in Jay’s bed, naked body now pressed close to Jake, arm draped over your waist, breath hot against your neck. Jay has moved to the spare mattress, sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his face as he snores.

Jake wakes up first, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he squints at you. “Morning, cutie,” he murmurs, voice husky. 

Jay stirs next, rolling onto his side. “Fuck,” he grumbles, “too early for this shit.” His eyes find you, smirking as he takes in your disheveled and marked body. “Look at you fucked out. Too hot.”

You ease yourself up to sit against the headboard, wincing as pain shoots through your back. Jake notices, a hand reaching out to your wrist. “Take it easy, yeah?”

“I’m good,” you yawn as you stretch your arms overhead, a few bones cracking. “Almost forgot it, you know? That whole threesome thing you pitched. Figured you were too tired to bother after all the stress.” A faint smirk tugs at your lips as you glance between them.

Jay chuckles, standing with a stretch as well, bare torso flexing under the sunlight. “Well, you said you wanted to make the project fun,” he says, “said you wanted to be surprised.” He steps closer to the bed, grinning. “Breakfast? I’m starving.”

Jake pulls you closer, resting his head on your lap. He squints up at Jay and teases, “Yeah, you cook something up while we cuddle here.”

Jay snorts, “How about you clean up the mess? We’re gonna have to burn these sheets.”

“Sorry,” Jake murmurs, tracing the scratches on your thighs. “We were too rough.”

“It’s okay,” you say, patting Jake’s head. “Your puppy eyes won me then and now.”

“You’re gonna make me vomit, I swear,” Jay groans, rolling his eyes as heads for the door. “Pancakes sound good?”

You nod, leaning your head against the headboard lazily. “Greasy and sticky sweet please.”

“Like us last night, yeah?”

“Ugh, gross.”

author’s note: belated april fools y’all ;3

— moriwood.

[blevdsire]

Dilf Attractor.

Jackson Wang, Lee Minhyuk, Lee Hoseok, Choi Minho, Son Hyunwoo x Male Reader.

cw: porn with a bit of plot?, dom tops dilfs, jackson is more gentle than the rest, cheating, choking, blackmailing, sex toys, restraints, sensory privation, car sex, impregnation kink.

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“you are hired” words that made yn excited, he finally has a job after searching for one for so long, “thank you so much, i won’t disappoint you” yn shakes hands with the principal of the kindergarten, a prestigious one, in where the kids of rich people would go to study. “you can start tomorrow” the older man said to yn who once again thanked him. “new life here i go” he joyfully said.

the place is big, almost as big as a condo, “rich people” yn laughs walking on the brick road, surrounded by trees and bushes that made the air a little bit cleaner than the rest of the city full of smoke. “this is too big to be just a kindergarten” yn mutters, looking at the many buildings around the landscape, he finally arrives at his workplace. “here it is” he dusts his suit and swallows hard feeling nervous, “you can do this yn” he opens the door. “hello mr. teacher” the kids said in unison, drawing a smile from the boy, he notices how there’s only five kids in there, “hey kids” he says, happiness in his tone, “how are you all?” he asks, walking towards his desk, “we are okay, what about you mr. teacher?”. ‘hmm so polite’ he thinks, “i’m okay too, thanks for asking”. classes went even better than he thought, the kids were being so polite all the time, well behaved and they paid attention to the whole class, “i thought this would be hell, dealing with kids is though but they’re not” yn says to his friend –jungwoo, on the phone.”nice yn” he says on the other side of the line, “i wish everything goes good with your new job”. “aww you’re so nicee jungwoooo” he tried to act cutesy, “i wish you were here to kiss and hug you” he says pouting. “cut the bullshit yn, don’t be annoying” they both laugh a good time.

yn was walking outside the kindergarten when a message popped up on his notifications, tomorrow there’s a parents meeting in where you have to introduce yourself to them and explain them your study plan, “great not even a day in and now i have their parents on me” he sighs, “i have to prepare for this” he walks sluggishly.

the next day he arrives minutes after the meeting and he approaches the principal to ask him about why there are only 5 kids in his class. “oh it’s because their parents wanted it like that” the principal explains, “you see this kindergarten is basically maintained with their money so we offered them plans, one of them is to make small groups of kids so they could pay more attention to their classes, in that way the distract themselves less than were being in a crowded room”. “mmm i see. it’s also a win-win thing too, teachers could teach things way better you know, small group of students the more the pay attention”. “well yes” the principal reassures, “now please go to your classroom and wait for their parents there please”. “yes sir” yn stood up and walked towards the door, leaving the room to go to his workplace. “what to do, i’m nervous as fuck” he utters, “what if they’re those type of rich scary parents?” the door creaks open. “yn stood up immediately he almost threw the chair to the floor, his legs quivering, “good morning” his voice cracking in the middle of the greeting but what he saw made his mouth go agape. 5 gorgeous men walking inside the classroom –they were tall, muscular… sexy. you could see their muscles bulging on the ones wearing suits and the veiny arms on the ones with t-shirts or that have their sleeves rolled up, what a fucking sight yn had in front of him, his mouth watering at the thoughts of these sexy men running wild on his head. “good morning” they greeted back, sexy voices that could make anyone wet. “i’m yn ln, the new teacher of your kids” he says, trying to keep his composure. “nice to meet you ln, i’m jackson wang” he extends his hand for yn to shake, his hand way bigger than his, “nice to meet you mr. wang” he responds with a smile. “i’m lee minhyuk” one of them bows and is followed by the other dad, “and i’m lee hoseok”, ’fuck they’re so big’ yn thinks, “i’m son hyunwoo, nice to meet you” he also extends his hands for him to shook. lastly the one remaining spoke, “i’m choi minho, a pleasure” his big calloused hand clasping together with yn’s but this wasn’t a normal handshake, the older’s finger grazed lightly on yn’s wrist, making him feel… something, that also paired with his piercing gaze made yn feel small.

the meeting concluded and yn felt relieved, almost one hour trapped in the room surrounded by big strong men, smelling their musky scents and refined perfumes. it was somewhat intoxicating for him –considering his love for older men. thankfully it’s the weekend now and he doesn’t have to see them until the next reunion… right?

MONDAY

the day went on as it normally is, except that yn was notified that one of the dads would come after class to talk to him. “what did i do?” he mumbles to himself trying to remember if he did something bad but nothing comes to mind. the door opens, “hello mr. ln” it was minho, “hi sir, how’s your day going?”, “good but it could’ve been better”, he sits on the couch that was in the room, manspreading his legs right in front of yn. yn gulps –feeling nervous– “why’s that?” he asks, acting calmly, “my job has been stressing me a lot lately” he speaks, something is lace in his tone but yn can’t quite put the finger on it, “so?” curiosity getting the best out of yn. “you’re cute” he says out of nowhere leaving yn bewildered, not knowing what to do or say”.

minho stands up walking towards yn who remains sitting. he comes near him putting his hand on yn’s shoulder and the other on his cheek, his thumb grazing gently the other’s lower lip, “and i like me something cute” he winks, his thumb entering yn’s mouth to play with his tongue. “b-but mr… choi” yn tries to protest but minho denies him, “tsk tsk don’t say anything just accept it”. yn’s eyes become glassy, tears pooling on them while gagging on minho’s fingers, he was introducing yn by one inside him. “you’re quite experienced on this” he mumbles.

“don’t you have a wife mr. choi?” submissiveness taking over his body, this was too hot and sexy to not want more, “shush she doesn’t have to know” he smirks sinisterly.

yn was now kneeling in front of the couch, sucking on minho’s cock leaving it all slobbery. his tie was on yn’s neck and he uses it as a leash. “come on, you can do more than this” he pulls on the tie, gaining a choked moan out of the other’s lips. yn puts his hands on minho’s thighs to get leverage. every time minho would pull the tie harder and harder, yn was sure it would leave marks on his neck. “choke on it bitch” he mutters quite angry locking yn’s head with his thighs to make him deepthroat his cock. he left yn like that for some seconds, releasing him seconds later for him to breath, “fuck yeah look at this” he cups yn’s chin on his hand, his thumb grazing over yn’s glossy lips –coated in spit and precum– “aren’t you a pretty motherfucker?” weeping yn’s tears, “come here”.

yn was on top of his desk, sitting in a kneeling position, his assspread open for minho to rail him like the good bitch he has been. his cock hitting all the right places inside yn. his back arched thanks to the strong tug minho has on the tie, not so strong to choke him but neither so weak, just the right amount to let some oxygen go to his breath. yn felt dizzy, his brain turned into mush, “who would’ve thought this tight pussy would be so good” minho’s hand sneaking on yn’s torso to pinch one of his nipples, “tell me what you want” he demanded. seeing how yn was responsive he tugged more at the tie, his back perfectly arched, his back pressed against minho’s big and firm chest, “answer me hoe”. “C-CUMM” yn yelled, “give me.. give me cum pl-please” he was begging at this point, wanting to get over with it. “ good bitch” minho grabs yn’s head pushing it back for him to spit on his mouth and kiss him. a few sloppy thrusts later he came, his cock throbbing on yn’s ass while the latter was swallowing his feral grunts, lips locked between them, also minho tugged as harder as ever with every spurt of his spooge going inside the teacher.

he gets dressed and gets ready to leave, “who’s a good bitch” he spanks one of yn glutes making it bounce. he gets closer again towards yn introducing his thumb in the cum-coated hole while grabbing him by the neck with the other hand, his face on the right side whispering a “this is not the last time” on his ear. “see you next time mr. ln” he waves a goodbye sucking the thumb that was inside yn, his gaze was scary but sexy at the same time, like a feral animal in heat. “what just happened…” yn mutters defeated on his desk.

TUESDAY

yn was on his lunch break when the sound of a notification pulled him out of his trance, an unknown number, he opened it and looked at the picture, it was mr. wang one of the parents of his students. the message reads: *i need to talk to you*, “weird” he thought –recalling yesterday's events, his body shaking at the memory. he replied to the message, waiting eagerly for his reply, *this is the address where i work, i’ll wait for you*, seeing how the place was relatively close and he had an hour left he decided to go.

“hello mr. ln” he greets, hugging yn –his hand weirdly placed on yn’s butt. ‘just as he told us’ jackson says in his head. “take a seat please”, yn nods and obeys. “so why did you message me mr. wang?”, “oh please call me jackson, no need for formalities with me. i supposed i can call you yn?”. yn stays still for mere seconds, just staring at jackson’s open shirt –showing his defined chest. “y-yeah”.

“okay yn” he stands up, walking around his desk until he’s right behind yn, both hands placed on his shoulders. yn feels something poking at his back, “i told you to come here because..” he sighs, “you’re handsome. and i can’t help but to take a piece of you”. at this point yn realizes that jackson’s bulge is the thing poking his back –he shamelessly humps his back, putting pressure on yn’s shoulders to keep him still. “b-but sir.. y-your wife?” yn tries to reason with him not wanting to be with another married man. “i’m divorced” yn felt like the preoccupation he was carrying was lifted off of his shoulders, but still he can’t do this, or he can? after all, he's single right now.

yn’s lips wrapped taut on jackson’s thick cock, he struggled to swallow it all but nonetheless he kept on doing it, his tongue swirling on the other’s head and playing with his foreskin, the musky cologne making him feel dizzy. drool seeping out of his mouth every time he opens it to swallow more inches, like a hungry cockwhore. on occasions jackson would introduce his thumb to one side of his mouth to open it more. the top grabs yn’s head to mouthfuck him, jabbing his cock in faster thrusts that reach deep inside yn’s throat, turning it into his onahole for his own pleasure, a newly acquired sex toy for him to use whenever he wants.

yn’s ass hoped on jackson’s length, his hips rocking in circle motions while being balls deep with the other’s meat, “damn man, you’re boypussy is much more tight than i was told” slips from jackson’s mouth, “than you were told?” yn tries to question him more but jackson puts both his fingers on each side of his mouth as a way to push yn back to meet his thrusts, in consequence, fucking him harder than before. “shut up and just focus on pleasuring my cock”.

jackson’s shaft filled yn’s hole perfectly and the latter hugs it so tightly, not letting it go “fuck! you are going to rip my dick off”, he rambled, “you’re doing a good job with that hole of yours. wanna be my pocket pussy?” he’s grazing yn’s neck and torso, “what do you say?” he insisted, “being alone is boring, using my hand all day is not it you know. and your boypussy is the perfect size for me, look at it swallowing all..so naughty” he spanks yn. jackson pushes yn’s back towards his body, being a perfect position for him to move his hips slowly to pleasure yn and shower his neck with kisses and a little hickey right in the middle. “mind if i cum inside?” he asks for permission, “n-no do please. empty all your cum in me”. jackson cums, dick throbbing with every load shooted inside the other, his body jolting in pleasure while yn squirmed, feeling the warm liquid coat his insides, “so good” he whimpers, throwing his head back, tired. “i’ll lay you on the couch while i clean this mess. can’t leave my office reeking of cum and sex haha”. yn looks at his watch to see there’s only 15 minutes left, “i c-can’t i need to work”. “don’t worry i already talked with the principal and told him that you were discussing something with me so you have the afternoon free” he winked at him, who closed his eyes, falling asleep.

WEDNESDAY

“and that's all for today, students class is over”, they all cheered, gathering their backpacks to leave the classroom as soon as possible. yn did the same leaving the classroom and locking the door immediately after. he turned around to find hoseok greeting his kid – he's probably the most muscular of all the fathers. “oh hey mr. yn”, “hey mr. lee” he greeted back, “baby can you do me a favor and wait for me in my car, mom's there, i have to talk with your teacher”, the little kid nodded running to met with her mom.

‘the fucking talk, why all of them say the same shit”, at this point yn was suspecting something was happening with all of them, it's strange that three of them come here to talk to him back to back with two of them ending fucking his brains out. “i'm sorry i have to go to the restroom” he walks past him but is followed by the big man. yn enters a stall and waits there to see if the dad would enter the restroom too –and he did. “mr. yn don't be like that” he loosely unties the knot of his tie and discards his jacket, wearing only the white button shirt underneath that hugs his muscular body so well that if he flexes it would probably rip. “i don't have much time left, get out of there”. “i'm pissing” yn replies quickly. hoseok frowns waiting until the other is done with his necessities, that were obviously fake because not a single sound was heard.

the heat started to get unbearable for both, more for yn who was inside the stall, “fuck!” he pushes the door open just to find the other man shirtless, using the white shirt as a fan to cool himself down, sweat beads caressing his toned torso and firm big pecs. ‘like what you see?” he mutters seeing how yn just stood there with his mouth agape, “do something about it then”. it was like something else possessed him, yn threw himself towards hoseok, latching his lips on his nipples. “why were you playing hard to get. we both know you like getting dicked down by married men”, yn looks at him with doe eyes, shaking his head in a no motion. “no need to lie with me” he grabs the back of yn's head to push him harder against his chest, “don't stop until they're red and hard” yn nodded, using his other hand to knead on the other peck, pinching and flicking his fingers on the other bud, that begged for attention too.

“good” hoseok praises seeing how his nipples were swollen thanks to yn's sucking. “my turn” he utters pulling down yn's pants and boxer at once, making him put a leg on the counter while the other remained stretched –touching the floor. “i'm paying back the favor with this little friend here” he blows some air towards yn's hole making it clench on nothing, “won't stop either until it's all puffy and red” he immediately buries his face in between the other's glutes. his tongue licking long stripes, circling around the tight rim of muscles, leaving it coated in thick saliva. “let's make this pretty hole slick. it need it for later” he says as he spats on it prodding his fingers on it every time to make sure some saliva coats his insides too.

the puckered hole clenched on hoseok's tongue, he takes it as a way for him to say that he wanted more than that and who was he to deny him the pleasure of feeling his length inside him. “give me your cock” yn moaned, “your tongue does wonders but i need more. also someone's waiting for you out there”. with no warning hoseok puts it in and start to thrusts immediately, “tighter than my wife's” he expresses, his hand sneaking to find yn's mouth to cover it and muffle his moans while the other remained on his hips, nails turning white due to the strong grip he has on him. same thing happening to yn, his knuckles turning white when he grabbed the counter, trying to endure the top's feral thrusts.

suddenly the phone rings, it was hoseok's wife, he makes a “shh” sign towards the mirror for yn to see and he nodded, using one of his hands to put more pressure on hoseok's hand that was already covering his mouth. “hey” he says, “are you done with the meeting? our daughter is getting bored, she wants to go home and sleep”, “yes yes honey” even though the pace of the thrust calmed down he still gave each one hard, his stiff hard cock pummeling his walls, “i'm just finishing some details with mr. ln and that's all, wait a bit more”, “okay love, i love you” to which he responds with a “love you too” hanging up. “you heard, we don't have much time left, move that ass and make me cum” he spanks him, making the bottom roll his eyes.

hoseok’s right hand placed on yn's left glute, grabbing a fistful of it, his nails buried on them –he use it as a way to make yn meet hus thrusts. “do you want my seed, mr. yn?” his breath tickling the back of yn’s flushed neck. “tell me…”, he leaned on top of yn's body, his weight and muscles pressing against him. hoseok's cock brushes yn's prostate in continuos jabs that made him cum hands-free.

“please i can't anymore” yn rolled his eyes back. “i won't stop until your filled to the brim with my seed”, hoseok pushes yn's head against the mirror, his breath making the reflective surface become foggy with drool spilling on it. hoseok finally grunted like a wild animal, his hips pistoning against yn's ass with every rope of cum he shooted inside the other. “fuck yeah. that's what i'm talking about” both hands gripping hard on each side of yn's hips, his body finishing to ride his high –dick still buried inside yn. “come here” he turns yn's head towards him to kiss him, “this won't be our last time” he slaps his cheek lightly but then spanks him hard on the ass, the sound echoing in the empty place, his red handprint starting to appear on it. he stayed on the bathroom counter, sighing and trying to regain some strenght.

THURSDAY

yn was walking outside the kindergarten, when he crossed the entrance minhyuk was there, back against the wall with his kid on the side, “hey” he said. yn turns his head to his side to see him there. minhyuk hands him a card with the name of a motel on it, “6 PM” he was about to leave but yn stops him, looking at him confused, “what?”.

“what what?” minhyuk retorts, annoyed, “why do you give me this?” –yn asks confused. minhyuk sends his kid to enter his car, “don't act confused” he laughs “you're that type of whores who loves to act like they're not but walk around with a gaping hole dripping with cum”. “pardon me?” yn starts to get annoyed but then his face turn pale when minhyuk shows him his phone, in the screen was a video of him being fucked by hoseok on the bathroom, “how did you get that?” he tried to snatch his phone but failed, “if you want me to delete it go to that place, 6 PM, room 13, we're gonna have so much fun” he grabs his bulge in front of him, “it's big, how whores like you like it” he winks and leaves. yn stood there not knowing what to do, then unexpectedly a quite scary grin appears, his face turning dark and serious “if you wanted to fuck just say it dammit. these dilfs would become my perdition” his face turning red, legs pressed together trying to hide a growing erection “dreams come true indeed” he laughs to himself walking towards his house, quite catching what was happening with the dads and him.

“it’s too obvious they’re all somehow connected to this, i mean they’re friends after all… might be some type of challenge their horny asses made” yn hisses at his phone, on the other side of the line was jungwoo, hearing his friend’s fuckventures. “so what are you going to do about it?. are you going to report them or something?”. “nah man, it’s a game i can play too” he laughs, “i get my fun now then i’ll see what to do”. “don’t get your slutty ass into trouble yn” jungwoo warns but the other shrugs, “don’t worry jungwoooo” he slurs the last vowel –gaining an annoyed scowl from him who just hung up the phone.

he knocks on the door, standing outside room 13 waiting for it to be opened. seconds later the door creaks open, there was minhyuk with just a rob on, no signs of underwear either, applying some body oil on his chiseled abs and huge pecs, the dim light of the room making them shine. “come in” he yanks yn and throws towards the bed, “let’s see what are you made of” he expresses.

sex toys were scattered around yn’s handcuffed and blindfolded form –each hand on each side of the bedpost– legs spreaded open wide with his hole being teased with a pink dildo with some textures on its shaft, minhyuk pours some lube directly on yn’s hole and introduces his digits one at first and then two –moving them in a scissoring motion, trying to stretch him. after a considerable amount of fingering –or so he thought– minhyuk pushes the tip of the dildo inside the other, eliciting a moan from him. the texture of it scrapping yn’s insides, a sensation he has never felt before, “are you enjoying it?” minhyuk asks but not a single word comes out of the other’s mouth, just moans that he tries to swallow, not letting the other know if he was enjoying it or not. “a bit bratty hmm?” his hand picks up the pace, pushing in and out the texture dildo with a lot of speed. yn’s body spasmed in pleasure, he tried to press together his thighs but minhyuk –way stronger than him,didn’t let him do that, “you should've responded before when i asked you. bad boys deserved to be punished”.

suddenly the older stopped with the merciless thrusts, drool coming out of yn’s open mouth –his mind racing with thoughts of what was going to happen next, was he going to be rougher?, another toy?. he feels something wrapping around his dick it was… tape and what he felt like a solid object with a stretched ovoid shape, then something similar is pushed inside him, then the dildo again is put inside. “what are you doi-” a sudden shock turned yn into a moaning mess –his dick and hole were being stimulated at the same time with vibrators. guttural moans and whimpers filled the room, “yeah? that’s what i like when bitches are very vocal while getting railed”, his hard cock forming a tent on the rob, eager to taste that hole, it was leaking incredible beads of precumm, guess he’s not able to ‘practice’ this with a lot of people… maybe he has found his perfect match?.

he pumped his dick while staring at yn, seeing his form squirm in pleasurable pain makes him lick his lips, he felt so good right now that if keeps jerking off he surely would explode and make a mess of cum in the room. the vibration were at the maximum setting, yn can’t form a single word, feeling overstimulated –his brain fogged with lust.

then the vibrations stopped but as soon as it did yn’s dick spurted big ropes of cum painting his torso and even parts of his face, “you can deny all you want but your body says the truth, you’re enjoying this” minhyuk murmurs. pulling out the vibrators he then introduces a set of anal beads, each of the balls swallowed by the gaping hole until it’s only the pullin cord left outside, yn was getting ready for him to pull it out all by once but nothing happened –until he just feels minhyuk ramming his dick inside the already stuffed hole, the tip of his dick pushing further and further the beads, slicking them in precum. “y-you are a psy…psycho” yn manages to speak again, “fu…cking sadist”. minhyuk laughs tsking, “but you love it, don’t you?”.

his hips never stopped pistoning into yn’s hole, it grips on the thick shaft tightly as if in doing so it would milk him quickly, but minhyuk was a beast not only for his well-defined body but because he has a lot of stamina so he can lasts hours on bed. this was a problem for him because he barely met people who can match his lustful nights but he’s seeing that yn is holding on good –a good sign. his hips moved on their own at this point, focused only on the pleasure yn was giving him. the top uncuffed yn but with his left hand he hold ‘em together pushing them above yn’s head while with the other he removed the blindfold. yn’s eyes glassy and red, tears smeared around them, he wiped them –whispering a quiet beautiful proceeding to kiss him.

his hips rocked a few times more until his cum flooded the stuffed hole of the other, minhyuk pulls out –his shaft covered in thickish cum— he spreaded yn’s legs to see him pushing out the beads by himself one by one, with the help of the cum acting as a lube that helped them slip out easily. “looking at this gaping boypussy squirting these balls and my cum made me so horny again”. minhyuk pulls out the remaining beads and quickly puts his dick inside again, jabbing his dick quickly. oh boy this is going to be a long night for yn.

FRIDAY

“it’s so late and daddy isn’t coming” the little kid said with a bored expression, he was standing out og the gates beside yn –her father was supposed to be there to pick her up and take her home, 20 minutes later and he was nowhere to be found. “where do you live?” yn asks her. “it’s like very far away from here” she sighs and then told him by singing a little song, “my mommy said that if i ever get lost i could remember our address by singing this song”. “cute. you did so well” yn compliments her, “i’ll take you home then”. yn and the kid took a bus that passed near their neighbourhood. “i wonder why daddy didn’t came for me” she says with a sad pout, “he’s maybe just too busy” yn responds, “oh right, let me call him” yn takes the phone out of his pocket, searching on his contacts the name hyunwoo.

“hello?” yn speaks, his greeting being answered on the other side of the line, “sorry mr. hyunwoo i’m yn, your daughter’s teacher”. “yeah i know” he answers, “tell her i’m already near the kindergarten, i lost the track of time due to my work”. “don’t worry mr. son, i took a bus with her and we’re heading home now. she was just eager to see her mom so i decided to help her get home, sorry” yn mumbles that last word. “ooh it’s okay then, i’m going towards there right now. tell her i’m very very sorry that this won't happen again… tell her i love her so much”, “i’ll do it don’t worry”, he hangs up and proceeds to communicate hyunwoo’s words to her daughter, her mood lifting a bit after hearing it. they got out of the bus and walked towards her house –grabbing their hands, she’s jumpin’ happily while yn looks around, stunned to see such big houses with pretty gardens and bushes it’s like a neighbourhood that came out of a luxurious tv show, “so beautiful” he exclaims, amazed by it…

minutes later hyunwoo arrives at home, apologizing to his wife and daughter and offering yn to take him home, as a token of gratitude. the ride was silent until hyunwoo decided to break the silence, “you know i’ve been hearing things about you”, he looked to see any reaction out of yn but he didn’t move, nothing –he wasn’t fazed at all. it’s weird hyunwoo thinks, he should’ve said or done something, he’s not nervous… it’s like he doesn’t care at all.

“if you want to fuck me just say it. there’s no need for all that foreplay act” yn bluntly says. hyunwoo eyebrows arched in surprise –he thought this was going to be hard but it isn’t. yn knew that this was coming, he has been fucked these part four days by his student’s fathers, there’s obviously some messed up shit tangled on this events, and he just accepted it –it’s a win for him at the end of the day.

hyunwoo gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, while the other found it’s way to yn’s thigh, “okay” he gripped it tightly too. he drives near a secluded area, turning off the engine of the car –he pulls a lever that made yn’s eat to lean back, he swiftly undoes the seat belt and then pins his hands above his head, “prep’d already or do i just put it in?” he asks. “your friends have been prepping this hole these past days for you to use… i think you can just put it in. appreciate it if it’s lubed tho”. “backseat, now!” hyunwoo demands.

hyunwoo undoes his buttoned up shirt, letting yn see his chiseled body and huge pecs –”oh god” yn utters, kneading the chest muscles, grabbing a fistful of them and laying with the nipples, all meanwhile hyunwoo pulls out his pants and slicks his cock with saliva. he unzips yn’s trousers and pulls them down, along with his underwear, his big fingers grazing the skin of his ass and circling them around his hole, that pulsates with every touch. their mouths clashed, the kiss was rough, teeth clashing as hyunwoo takes the lead, his hand roaming under yn’s shirt while the other fingerfucked him – three fingers inside, moving in a scissoring motion, showing that he indeed didn’t need to prep him. the scent of hyunwoo’s manly musk plus the mix of sweat and leather filled the car, the windows became foggy thanks to it. inch by inch hyunwoo’s cock went inside yn, he also nipped at his neck leaving some little marks on it –yn whined, he was already missing the sensation of having a cock up his ass but thankfully hyunwoo was pleasing him right now.

hyunwoo thrusts hard –causing the car to move– hyunwoo’s full weight pressed against yn, folded in a mating press. the back seat’s leather slicked in their sweat, making the surface sloppy, their bodies flushed against each other, fulfilling their questionable pleasures. hyunwoo wasn’t gentle, he was fucking him like it was a primal instinct, raw and rough, his big and veiny arms positioned on each side of yn, caging him while his hips didn’t stopped jabbing at his hole, he would stop some times to spit more on his shaft and slick yn’s hole in the process too –same spit tha would come out of his ass every time the top pulls out, causing a pool of it to form on the seat, the cycle repeating again with hyunwoo spitting once again.

yn melted, his heart racing, craving every single caress and word from hyunwoo. he fucks rough but there’s a tenderness hidden on his caresses, the way his hands moves and touches every inch of the bottom’s body is completely different on what he does down there. his thumb circled around both of yn’s sensitive nipples, mouths never leaving each other –they spent the whole time kissing, hyunwoo’s tongue did wonders inside yn’s mouth, his lips felt like heaven when they’re pressed on yn’s skin. hyunwoo made sure to bury his cock deep every time he goes inside, yn felt cockdrunked, begging hyunwoo to go harder, deeper, rougher.

windows foggy with hand prints, seats drenched in sweat filling the car with musk of sex. hyunwoo bottomed out one last time, balls deep before flooding yn with his thick spooge, a loud growl accompanied with curses and moans rumbled on yn's ears –it surprised him how vocal he was while cumming. “fuck that was something!” he spoke after riding his high, his cock slipping out with a pop sound, he then fingerfucked the cum back inside “make sure to not waste a single drop. don't know when's gonna be the next time”, he grins.

—

“how’s the job going?. is it good?” jungwoo spoke to his friend, on the other side of the call, yn answered –weirdly “hmm.. yeah it is hngh!… i-ahhh i'm enjoying it” he managed to mutter. “are you ok, yn?” worry laced on jungwoo's tone, “i am, just… i stubbed my toe and hurts like… hell”.

jungwoo chuckles, “silly yn tsk tsk. be careful next time” he hangs up shaking his head playfully “so clumsy” he murmurs.

yn hangs up too, saliva dripping on the phone's screen, “good boy, you did so well” jackson praised, “you deserve another one” he then proceeds to put his cock near yn's mouth that was already being filled with hoseok's. “we're so lucky to finally meet a whore that can handle us all. he has such a hungry pussy and mouth” minhyuk uttered, his cock pummeling its way inside yn's ass along with minho's.

“now i need to find a hole to put mine” hyunwoo voiced, “put inside his hungry boypussy, bet he can take three at the time” hoseok expressed. “you're right, let's see how i'll make it fit” hyunwoo excitedly went near minho and minhyuk, thinking of ways and positions to put his dick inside their new pretty sex toy.

[blevdsire]

DIFFERENT.

rafe cameron x male reader

genre: smut

warnings: cursing, pet names, dirty-talk, penetration, smut, alcohol, drugs, noncon/dubcon, not proof-read

a/n: mb for the inconsistent posting T-T I didn’t have much motivation but I came up with this! also sorry if its not the best ;(

Rafe loved parties. He loved every aspect of them like the drinks, the drugs, but mostly the sex. Rafe enjoyed selling drugs to randoms and also getting drunk but sex would always top those things, he loved how he never had to stick with the same person and could fuck any girl he wanted. 

They always would be wrapped around his finger and Rafe would just leave them to fend for themselves after he was satisfied. He knew it was toxic but thats the only way he felt a sense of power, he wanted to be better than his dad so this would help him feel something and nothing could stop him. 

Rafe had a reputation of being the perfect kook; Rich, hot, and straight, so whenever any boys would try to pounce on him or tease him with sexual jokes he would decline right away and never look back.

His friend was hosting a party that started around sunset and of course Rafe was gonna be there, he just recently got new drugs so he was definitely excited for the money.  It had already been a while since the party had started and business was booming, the only downside was he hadn’t had much sex yet so it was getting a little boring. Rafe kept selling for a little while until he had enough, he was indeed of pussy right now.

You were doing homework until your phone started to ring, “M/n!!! It’s the weekend let’s go to Toppers Partttyy.” it was your bestfriend, “I have homework to do not today.” You said while continuing, “Cmonn you never go out and plus everyone’s gonna be there including Rafe Cameron.” they say the last part teasingly.

You never understood the hype of Rafe Cameron, yes you believed Rafe was handsome but thats it. You’d always questioned why girls would be all over him other than his looks. You knew Rafe sold  drugs so you would stay far from him just in case, but at the end of the day you decided that a break would be okay.

You sigh annoyingly “Okay fine whatever, pick me up in 20.” You heard your friend yelp in excitement, “See ya in 20!!” They hanged up. After that conversation you decided to get up and get ready, you decided to wear a basic tee and jorts with sandals. After a while your friend finally arrived, “Ready m/n??” They said excitedly, “I guess”. You both start making your way to Toppers house.

Rafe was halfway drunk by now and decided to snort another line. You arrived to the party and your friend decided to split up to get drinks. You were walking through the crowd and saw Rafe, he looked at you and you both made eye contact. He looked at you with hungry eyes but you look away and walk to the kitchen for drinks. 

At first you told yourself you wouldn’t get too drunk but now you’re here tripping and stumbling all over, you couldn’t find your friend so you decided to dance with the crowd. Rafe was fully gone at this point but then he decided to let some energy out and began to walk toward the crowd, as he approached the crowd he saw you dancing in the middle.

You were having the time of your life until you felt somebody press against your back, “Having fun m/n?” Rafe whispered in your ear, your face started to heat up and you turned around to meet his face. Inches apart you felt his breath against your lips and smelt the alcohol from his mouth, “G-good” you said with slurred words, “Thats good, just keep dancing” he says as he places his hands on your hips and starts making you grind on him. Your face starts heating up more but you continue to grind on him, “Just like that” he encourages, you both stay in that position for a little more till next thing you know hes pushing you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist.

At this point you both are making out with each other and it felt so good, “M-mm!” you moan out as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He continues to fight with your tongue until he wins dominance and starts making you breathless. You pull away and look into his eyes in awe, “You taste so good baby”, he carries you into one of the bedrooms and lays you on the bed, “R-rafe, i n-need you”, you say looking at him with hungry eyes. 

You knew this was wrong but it felt so good, “here let’s get you naked” he moves his hand toward your top and starts remove it with your pants too. Your face turns even more red, “You look so cute like this” he looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, you move your hands toward his shirt and help him take it off. 

You trace your hands on his biceps in awe, “You like that?” He smirks and begins to kiss your neck, “M-mmm” you moan out. He stops at your nipples and starts sucking them, “R-rafe!” You moan even louder, “Sensitive huh?” He stares up at your face while biting your nipple, “f-fuck!” you bite your lip to contain your moans. 

He slurps them even more and your body jerks in pleasure, “M-more!” you beg as you move your hand to guide his head, he doesn’t listen and teases you while continuing to suck on your nipples while watching you squirm under him.

“o-oh my god!” you moan out while stopping his movements, “n-need your c-cock” you beg even more, “Whatever you need then baby” as he begins to start unzipping his pants and letting his cock free from his boxers. He lowers your pants down along with your underwear and spits on his head, “Let me just get this needy hole ready” he smirks and starts inserting one finger into your hole, “O-oh f-fuck” you moan while clenching the bed sheets. 

He adds more fingers until he gets to three and starts hitting your prostate, “Mmm so wet for me” he looks at you squirm even more under him, “I-Im close!!” you moan out as he quickly pulls all his fingers out, “Not yet baby”, you look up at him with teary eyes. Rafe began to slowly insert his cock into your gummy walls and you couldn’t hold back, “S-so big, s-so full!!” you loudly moan out, he began to start thrusting into you with a fast pace. 

You came undone onto your stomach but he continued, “You feel that baby its in your stomach” he moves even faster and leans in to start making out with you. You felt another high incoming and you started to scratch his back from the pleasure, “C-close daddy!!”, “Fuck m/n!”and with one final thrust you both come undone. “Mmm so warm”, he says while kissing your lips and still continuing to thrust slowly into your hole to ride his high out, you moan quietly and begin to lose consciousness. 

He looks up at your face and finds you sleeping, “we only had one round :[“ he says a little annoyed but decides to get up and clean you both. He didn’t understand why he just had sex with you, but it felt so right to him so he knew you were different.

The next day you felt warmth with his arms wrapped around your body, you turn to face him and see him sleeping peacefully, “what a cutie” as you peck his nose, falling back to sleep content.

[blevdsire]

i wake up next to u [jeno x male reader]

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Synopsis:

You wake up to find yourself in the embrace of a stranger - or something like that. Someone you always end up meeting eventually, and someone who proportionately always ends up in your bed. Your situation is undecided and the anxiety of your situationship threatens to claim you whole if you don’t leave it at the nebulous point it stands at right now. But the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable. Is the destitute nature of your love anything worth saving, and will you be something more the next time you wake up next to each other?

Top! Jeno

Bottom! M/n

Fluff, w/lil bit of angst

Situationship, one-night stands

2.2k words

An ambient darkness is lifted from your vision, and you’re suddenly aware of how drowsily fatigued you are. Your train of thought feels sluggish as you process that there’s a hand resting idly on your hip. You become cognizant of the warm embrace of a mattress beneath you. 

It takes you a second to realise it, but you’re awake. You take a deep breath, as if trying to inhale closure as your mind catches up with the present. When you look down at your hip, you start to wonder about the leadup to what caused you to end up here, feeling so damn sore. And then it hits you. You’ve been caught up in this situation before. Countless times. And so has the man behind you.

It explains the soreness in your body, and the fact that you’re naked underneath your blanket. Feeling an ache in your arm, presumably from your head being on it all night, you let out a soft groan of irritation. You decide to steal a glance behind you, and as you’d have it, the person you’d expected to be there laid behind you, looking as beautiful as you knew he would.

Breathing softly, Jeno lays fast asleep behind you. His face slightly angled towards his chest, its angular and masculine shape complimenting his well-proportioned nose as it gently flexes with each breath. Beneath, his salmon pink lips are parted slightly, breathing in your essence even while he sleeps. He’s a sculpture lying beside you, with the perfect body to go with his fatal visuals. Now that you think about it, you’ve ended up embarrassed to admit how you’re stealing a glance at his partially exposed chest. 

Jeno’s eyes start to flutter, opening to reveal two domineering voids that would make the soft-hearted submit without hesitation. His gaze read of a man who was able and ambitious, yet gentle; a strapping, but not intimidating mix. You smile, turning away from him before he fully gains consciousness. 

As he wakes up behind you, you start to digest how you’ve made the same mistake again, tainting the purity of this moment with a forlorn gray. Jeno is in your bed, and you’d promised to yourself he would remain a stranger. You have too much to do, and you’re behind on so much in your life, unable to afford distractions. You do like him, and you’re sure he does too, but the way your relationship never progresses past a good one-night stand frustrates you, especially since you two have an undeniable chemistry. You want more.

Jeno’s hand begins to slither up your bare chest from behind, and you have to make a conscious effort to not shudder. “Hey.” Jeno purrs.

As soon as the word escapes his lips, you damn yourself. Jeno is impossible to push away, because no matter how tired you are of your situationship, you cannot deny the sheer attractiveness and sex appeal he has. With one word alone, he makes you feel warm inside, and you would know best that he has other ways of warming you up too. 

You began unwinding yourself and loosening your body up to suggest that he could come closer, and he did. He pressed right up behind you, his chin nuzzling on your shoulder.

“Hey.” You respond casually, your voice sounding more subdued and fatigued than usual. Morning voice.

“Was I too much last night?” Jeno chuckles, his voice softly rippling through the side of your head from the proximity, which could have made you melt if you weren’t so tired.

“Not at all.” You said, your smile making its way into your tone. “I asked for it, didn’t I?”

“Hmm.” Jeno groans, amused. He began to wrap himself around you, embracing you like he never wanted to let you go. “True.”

“How about you? How you feeling?” You ask him, followed by an exhale and a prolonged stretch within his arms.

“Not bad at all. I had fun.” Jeno said to you in his sonorous voice, planting a kiss on your cheek. You feel as heat begins to rise up to the forefront of your face, and you practically hear the smirk in Jeno’s voice.

“Stop.” You blush, feeling diffident all of a sudden, and you knew Jeno would pick up on that.

“Can’t. Won’t.” He grins into your shoulder, reaching to hold one of your hands. You don’t resist, intertwining with him smoothly as the two of you make contact, his bare body right up against yours. You go silent with defeat, obviously flustered, causing Jeno to chuckle.

“You’re cute when you get shy, M/n.” He cooes, and you find yourself in a guilty pleasure as he gets closer to you. You could tell how well built he was just from having his chest pressed up against your back. It was funny, considering how slender you were yourself.

You try your hardest to appreciate the present, but you're reminded of the truth.

The realisation of the wasted potential of your bond, the way the spark between you two never reaches a flame. Frankly, you felt stuck at this point. You were tired of being starved of that perfect harmony that the both of you wanted. This cute little moment for Jeno, to you, was just a cold reminder of how stuck you are.

You decide you have to say something.

“Jeno..” You start, the guilt already sinking in. 

“Hmm?” He groaned, planting a few more soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. His affectionate nature only made you feel worse about what you were gonna say. 

You take a deep breath, the room holding its breath while the moment unfolds before you two. “Jeno, you’re great and all, but this is all just... I don’t know- don’t you think this is just…?” You say, surprised to hear that you formulated that worse than you’d expected yourself to. In your head, that played out differently. You realised you didn’t know what you were gonna say, and you had to work it out as you went. Were you going to cut him off here?

“It’s just?” He replies, his voice carrying a hint of caution this time. The change scares you. It shows you that you’ve gone in a direction you can’t turn back from. “What is it, hun?” He asks. You can tell he’s trying to respect the seriousness of this situation, but still be nice about it, which only made you more anxious to continue; you were never the confrontational type anyways.

“I don’t know..” Nice one, M/n. 

“That’s.. that’s okay.” Jeno replies.

“Do you…” You trail off again, but take another breath. You summon all the strength you have in you to become rational. That’s usually how it went with you. An initial state of panic which reflected how much of a nervous wreck you were years ago, and then the part where you set your feet firmly in the present, representative of the mature person you vowed you were gonna become. “Do you know what I’m trying to say, Jeno?”

A deep inhale follows your question, it’s sound contemplative yet accepting; he does. “I guess I do.” Jeno replies, his embrace around you faltering, becoming weaker. “I know what you mean, M/n. This thing… us. It’s complicated, huh?”

You turn, now facing him. “Yeah.” You say, breaking into a soft, but somewhat nervous smile. The feeling that this situationship was gonna come to an end became a very real possibility, and you realised you weren’t even stopping it from going there.

“It’s not going anywhere, is it?” He asks you, and you notice the shallowness of his smile now. The smile on his lips becomes more of a frontier as the beating heart within him starts to decay with regret. 

“It’s not.” You reply, the room feeling colder by the minute.

“Hmm.” Jeno’s tone takes a sombre turn, gradually becoming devoid of its brightness, which you quickly realise was because of you. His gaze is hesitantly ripped from yours like a cloth stuck in the crevice of a tree. As the moment progressed, you started to feel the disconnect between the two of you. And you began to wonder if that was what you were trying to get at through all of this. If this was what was meant to be. But was this really necessary? And was this really what you wanted?

No. That’s not what you want.

And, no, it’s not too late to turn back. While you did tell him how fruitless things were up to this point in time, maybe now you could tell him that you want to take this somewhere else. He wasn’t something to pluck out like a decaying sprout. He was someone who had hope in the spark between you two. He just had the patience to wait for it, the patience that you need. Now was the time for resuscitation.

“But..” You say, your tone carrying an edge of hope, causing Jeno to look up, his eyes on the verge of breaking into sombreness. It really wasn’t too late, and you had the chance to turn things around. “But I do like you, Jeno. I think I actually really, really like you. And I think that if this isn’t working, we can always try something else,” you gesture to yourself and him, a smile threatening to creep up on your face “I think we can be something more.”

You watch as his eyes reignite with hope, and his smile reforms, this time, full on the inside and outside. “You think so?” He manages to say.

You nod. “I do. This thing we’ve got going on… it’s like… waiting? Like a- I dunno, a fucking flower or something.” You break into laughter, Jeno joining you. “I know it’s cheesy, but, I don’t know, it’s like-”

“A spark.” Jeno said, saying what you had in mind out loud. As the thought of that sunk in, the two of you looked at each other, with a growing soft smile. “We’ve got something. It’s just not started up yet.” He shrugged, still smiling softly.

“Yeah…” You smile. “But we can start it up. It’s worth a shot, right? I’d be happy to try something with you.” You say, a heat rising in your cheeks. Suddenly the thought of having a caring, able, and undeniably attractive partner (who was phenomenal at sex) became all the more appealing, especially because of who the contender was. Jeno smiled at you wholeheartedly, his eyes forming two glee crescents. 

“Aw shucks.. thank you M/n.” He says, and you love how he’s not afraid to be vulnerable with you. He’s a robust, capable, and beautifully virile individual that you were ready to devote yourself to. A comfortable silence arises.

“M/n.”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Oh,” you blush, pausing. “...yes.”

And he does. You’re greeted with his soft lips colliding with yours in a moment of liberation and invigoration. The feeling of his lips on yours, his strong arms on your bare body, your stifled breathing, and the sense of passion; it wasn’t anything new to you at all, but this time felt different to you, because it marked the beginning of a new chapter. A chapter of love and possibility.

After a while, you two broke the kiss, breathing for air. The fact that you both kissed for so long you needed to take a breath made the two of you erupt into laughter. You laughed like that for a while, just smiling at each other.

“So… boyfriends?” He asks.

“I mean, unless you wanna be my girlfriend or something.” You reply sarcastically.

He lets out a scoff, looking at you with affectionate eyes. “Crazy.”

“Crazy.” You respond. The both of you get lost staring at each other's faces for a second too long.

“Well,” Jeno says, “boyfriends it is.”

“That’s cute.” You nod.

“I love you, M/n. I have for a while.”

“I love you too, Jeno.” You offer a soft smile, butterflies floating in your belly.

The two of you find yourself in each other's embrace, wrapped in a warm hug. Maybe it’s the fatigue of life right now, but for that moment, you two just stay like that, with you nuzzled under his chin and him with his arms around your waist and shoulders. 

The two of you don’t move, comfortable with each other’s company, and as you feel him softly breathing beside you, you can just tell that you both hope this moment lasts a while.

[blevdsire]

bff!anton fucks male!reader (yaoi) ♡

"you like that?" anton asked, fucking your ass with intensity, the boy's hands almost crushed your waist as he thrust his dick into you mercilessly. your cock dripped with each thrust, you felt like you were going to melt from so much pleasure, this was your first time being fucked by a boy. for a minute you were grateful to be in the doggy position, after all, maybe you didn't have enough courage to look into your best friend's eyes while he destroyed you.

"fuck!" you said in a choked moan as you brought your hand to your own cock, masturbating it in an attempt to reach your own orgasm more quickly. you were very close to your peak due to the prostate stimulation you were receiving, anton's dick was huge, huge enough to leave you breathless and moan loudly like a girl. you heard a guttural laugh coming from the boy's throat and the thrusts started to get more intense.

"you moan like a whore." he said pulling your hair back to have more access to your neck, you were only wearing a band shirt and anton had his chest bare and boxers down, a real delicious mess. "cum for me." he ordered biting your neck. in a few minutes you felt anton's semen flood your insides, which was enough for you to cum too, dirtying the sheets.

"i'm not done with you yet." the boy said, turning you to look at him. "let's make a bet, if you keep quiet, maybe i'll let you sleep tonight." he rubbed his dick against yours.

[blevdsire]

ONLY BECAUSE I LIKE YOU — seunghan hong ˎˊ˗

you are so holy and angelic, a creature of light. for me, a being sinful and sick, you gift me back life.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. dom jock!seunghan x bottom male!reader

warnings. seunghan is a dick at first. enjoys bullying reader and making him feel upset or insecure. name calling, crying, arguing, and physical violence but it’s quite short and nothing serious. smut. seunghan is such a dom and is obsessed with being in control. lowkey creepy and perverted. seunghan loves cock!!

psst. isn’t the basketball divider soo cute 😩

the bell rang causing your heart to pound. the booming was furious and incessant—oh your poor heart. feeling like you were on fire and spontaneously combustion could occur at any moment now, slowly standing from your desk and gathering all of your belongings you decided to make a run for it which may have been the stupidest decision of your life. the feeling of a warm large hand grabbed at the back of your uniform and a small whine left your lips—a deep chuckle coming from behind you which was all too familiar. why did he have to be so attractive? fuck. why did you sorta.. like this?

“running from me already little one? I have practice today and you’re in charge of the balls, remember?”

“o-oh.. am I? must’ve f-forgot..” it was your turn to chuckle but it was nowhere near how seunghan would chuckle—yours was a pathetic giggle showing exactly how nervous you were around him even if the both of you had been childhood friends. still remembering his words not to tell anyone about growing up together.

there you weee clutching the books in your arms and keeping a good distance between him, his friends, and you. following them from the very back and hoping this would be over soon. every week seunghan would force you to be in charge of the basketballs—fetching them and throwing them back to him so he could make the perfect shot right in the basket. gym.. or sports weren’t your thing and it never will be. you were more of a, let’s take a ride and blast music or let’s go get some ice cream and walk around town kind of guy. seunghan use to be the same when you two were growing up next door to each other. as the years went on he changed and it wasn’t for the best. it was for the worst.

“hey dumbass!”

the sound of seunghan’s deep voice pulled you from the thoughts of the past—quickly setting your books down on the bleachers and running over to him like a puppy. a little obedient puppy that looked desperate.

“I’ve only been calling your name for minutes now. the hell is wrong with you? start getting my balls ready!”

seunghan’s group would laugh at you like usual and say the most fucked up things as if they were god’s gift to this planet. quickly—not wanting him to wait any longer you pushed the cart across the gym and handed him a ball. the ball had an odd black mark across it and he called it his lucky ball. why? the mark came from you. which you didn’t understand why it would be lucky since he hated you so much. his lips curled up into a smirk once you handed him the ball and he made the perfect shot like he always did. he was so perfect.

this continued for hours. seunghan never cared if you wanted to study, go buy a few snacks and be alone, or talk with some classmates about the upcoming exams. he only cared about bullying you and using you as his puppet because he knew you’d do anything he said. at this point the running back and forth had tired you out and your back subconsciously leaned against the gym wall—wanting.. no needing to slide down it and rest.

“get up loser. we aren’t done yet and you know that. why are you being so damn different today? any other day you’re running to make sure I’m satisfied. pissed off at me or something? maybe.. you want something else from me? maybe—like a kiss?”

his words caught you off guard and your body pushed itself off the wall—gently pushing him back by his broad shoulders. “what the fuck? why would you say something like that! weirdo.. you like boys?” what were you even saying? you weren’t too sure about him but you? you loved men. embarrassment filled your veins and a dark pink color came over your cheeks. seunghan quickly caught on and looked around making sure no one was paying attention before he leaned closer to you, forcing you to take a few steps back hitting the wall behind you. head tilting up to look at him. he was so much taller than you.. god you loved it so much.

“don’t fuck around with me yn. I know you’re just a little fruitcake needing to be taken care of but that won’t be from me. don’t even think about any of my friends either. they don’t like dudes nor would they want you.”

a warm tear ran down your flushed cheek. not.. understanding why he was such a dick to you. you pushed at his chest against but he didn’t budge—purposely showing how much stronger he was than you and it was such a turn on. pushing past him with everything you had he allowed you too and you found yourself running out of the gym. seunghan bullied you every single day but words were never said like today.

a few hours later seunghan found himself sitting on the gym floor—covered in sweat. his mind racing with the image of you and just how cute you were today. since a child he knew he liked you. was it love? he wasn’t sure but he needed and wanted you. the way you smiled, got shy and embarrassed so easily, the way you walked was so adorable to him and.. how you treated everyone around you. what a perfect person. he was ruining the perfect relationship he could’ve been having with you because of.. the school and him being one of the most popular students. what would happen if everyone found out about his crush on you? or.. why should he care about what others thought when he’s liked you since you both were children.

the next day was the same. seunghan would continue to pick on you, call you names, call you out in class for not paying attention or worse—staring at him. it was an accident.. really. it was. you had zoned out in his direction and when he threw a pencil at you to get you back to reality it was the worse reality you’ve ever faced. the girls around him would snicker and call you a weirdo for staring so hard at him—but to seunghan he loved it. loved the way your eyes found his and how you only looked at him in such ways. no other guy in the school had your attention like he did. he’d wink at you and you’d turn from such embarrassment.

“are you coming to the party tonight? it’s at seunghan’s I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable but please come?”

the only girl that was kind to you was begging you to go to his party. fuck. with a shrug to your shoulders—you flipped the page in the book and continued to read what was needed for the next exam. the girl groaned and pushed at your shoulder in a playful manner, “oh come on! you’ll be with me! don’t let that jerk bother you so much.” and she was right. all you had to do was ignore him and not let him get under your skin but it was hard when he purposely placed himself near you at all times. if he didn’t have the people around him so manipulated and obsessed with him, they’d think he’s weird for the constant pushing and pulling at you.

“fine!” is all you said to her before getting up from your bed and disappearing into the bathroom. why not.. get ready and look nice for once. everyone saw you as a nerd so maybe this was your time to prove them wrong!

“god you look good..makes me think you fake being a stupid looking nerd. you’re so.. fuckable now.” a groan left your lips at how weird she sounded—not knowing exactly what she meant but maybe that would bring seunghan to you. why did you care? he obviously didn’t like you. another groan left your lips and this time she turned to look around, eyebrows furrowed. “I-I was just annoyed with something..” disappearing into your closet to find something to wear. ripped skinny jeans? maybe not.. that’s so 2016. maybe shorts! god.. you look so stupid. there wasn’t much time so the pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie was your only choice.

“don’t be so nervous! nothing bad will happen. it’s a party and I’m sure everyone will be drunk anyway.”

drunk? everyone was a senior but that wasn’t the appropriate age to drink yet. it wasn’t even legal. at this point you’re sounding like a parent—your parents. ugh. the girl hooked an arm around your own pulling you inside the large home with her. the smell of alcohol, sweat, and smoke filled your nose causing you to cough. “why does it smell so bad in here—” before you could finish your sentence she giggled and looked your way, “why does you sound so innocent.. sheesh.”

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

that deep voice.. you knew all too well. slowly turning to look at seunghan who had a smirk across his cute lips. those lips. you’d do anything to kiss them. “he’s my friend! I wanted him to be here with me now stop being such a dickhead han!” han? since when was she so close to him.. to use a nickname? this weird feeling of anger filled you and it was something you didn’t like or want. who cares if she called him a nickname—your crush on him would never be anything more.

eventually she left your side and you were left to fend for yourself, grabbing a sprite from the cooler and making your way through the large home—pushing past sweaty bodies, people making out, and others passed out on the floor. what a damn mess this was. seunghan.. had his eye on you the entire time. pushing away each girl that came to grind against him or place their filthy hands over his chest. he watched carefully as you moved your head to the music and drank the sprite you got from the cooler. how fucking cute he thought to himself and how cute the outfit was on you. it’s something he’s never seen before and he wanted to see it more often. why not confess? should he? fuck he was in a tough situation of not knowing what to do.

stepping outside to get some fresh air—a sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes enjoying how much quieter it was out with nature. leaning against the railing of the large porch, your lips curled up into a smile once you seen a pretty butterfly stopping at a few flowers that were finally blooming getting ready for the spring. just as you were about to leave the porch a hand slipped around your waist forcing you to turn and face them—seunghan. your eyes widened and.. you couldn’t believe what he was doing. “what the hell are you doing seunghan? g-get off of me..” but he didn’t move. no not at all. why would he? he wanted this.

“I’m tired of pretending, pretty boy. aren’t you tired of pretending you don’t want me as well hm?”

shock. you looked at him in utter shock not believing what he was saying. was this another joke? which friend told him to act like this? you pushed his hand off of you but he brought it back up to your waist instantly and moved his body closer to your own until you two were pressed up against each other—his bulge.. was now touching your own. “s-seunghan this isn’t funny.” but he was serious. he wasn’t laughing like he would be if this was a joke. he wasn’t smiling. you’ve never seen this look on him before and it was confusing. now both of his hands were on your waist and he leaned in to your ear, warm lips touching the lobe—

“meet me upstairs in my room in 5. I mean it.”

seunghan then pressed a quick kiss below your ear and pulled away from you disappearing back in the house. not realizing it.. you’ve been holding your breath the entire time and when he was gone you could finally breathe, chest heaving up and down. holy shit. did that.. actually happen? you weren’t sure why he wanted to see you but why not. after about 5 minutes or what seemed to be 5 minutes—you made your way upstairs and to his room giving it a knock before letting yourself in. seunghan sat on the edge of the bed stroking his clothed cock and patted the seat next to him.

“lock the door.”

it was a demand—so you did. “if you need your dick wet so bad why not ask one of the girls down there.” seunghan could only chuckle at how pissed you sounded. it was quite obvious you were jealous and although you didn’t mean to show it.. it happened that way. his eyes never left your own as you sat down next to him not wanting to look down at.. him touching himself. seunghan scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you into his side, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

“you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. you’ve been on my mind since we were kids. at first I tried to ignore it but.. I just couldn’t. tell me you feel the same way, please? you feel the same way about me baby?”

what? what the hell. you felt as if your heart would beat right out of your chest. no words could form and all you did was stare into oblivion. what do you say to this? to the man who has been bullying you for years now and making your school life miserable. “s-seunghan this is a really fucked up joke.. you know that? stop this.”

“it’s not a damn joke! are you that fucking stupid? I like you loser. I’ve always liked you I just don’t know how to show that or be around you. I’m nervous as fuck and.. can’t properly think when I’m around you. I’ve faked it all to look cool and it’s not right. I want you. I want you so bad I can’t take it anymore.”

and with those words he laid his forehead against yours, free hand resting on your face rubbing away the warm tears that ran down your cheeks. seunghan thought you looked perfect like this.. crying because of him? god he loved it. his lips pressed against your own and it was as if his lips were made for yours—molding together so perfectly. he bit down on your bottom lip forcing his tongue in your mouth when your lips parted and a moan escaped your throat—grabbing your hand and leading it to his hardened cock in his pants.

“look at what you did to me baby.. showing up in such a cute little outfit like this. you look so different and it’s such a good different. I mean—you’re so adorable in the uniform but this? so. fucking. cute.”

your lips curled up into a cute smile—growing shy with the cute and sweet compliments he was showering you in. you groped his cock and rubbed it just like you’d do to your own and his lips parted—a raspy groan leaving them that made your own cock twitch in your pants. it was his turn to feel yours although it was much harder with the jeans on than his sweatpants so he took it upon himself to unbutton your jeans—you gasped. not sure if you were ready for him to see you in such a way yet. I mean.. would it be embarrassing?

“what baby? let me see your pretty cock, hm? I’ll let you see mine. I’m sure it’s the prettiest cock ever. let seunghan see okay? you’ll be okay. I promise.”

the way he spoke about himself in third person was so hot. you slowly nodded your head and helped him get rid of the jeans you were wearing. “such a good boy.” and your cheeks burned growing quite embarrassed by this situation but not in a negative way—it was far from that. this was your dream. you were definitely going to take advantage of this now. it was his turn to take off his pants leaving you both in your underwear. it was so.. intimate. especially with the way he stared at you as if you were the most perfect human alive.

“touch me baby. don’t be afraid, yeah? touch me and I’ll touch you how’s that sound? wanna jerk you off so bad.. you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this and came so hard.”

seunghan wasn’t afraid to admit his feelings and how he thought of you. it was clear he wanted you to know. your hand found his cock and his found yours.. facing each other and slowly jerking each other off. your eyes finally left his to look down at his cock—which was the prettiest. your mouth watered at the sight and you so badly wanted to kiss the pretty dark pink tip. so without thinking about it you pushed his hand off your cock and leaned forward—wrapping your lips around the head and sucking gently. “oh.. oh fuck.” hearing seunghan cruse in such a way was so attractive and you wanted to hear more. his hand reached up to grip your hair keeping your head down and you took more of him into your mouth—down your throat until you gagged slightly from the tip hitting the back of your throat.

“fuck—baby that’s so good. you’re so good at this.”

were you? you weren’t going to tell him this was your first time ever sucking cock before. it was more than embarrassing at this point. you continued to bob your head up and down allowing him to be aggressive and force your head down so you’d take his entire length down your throat, pushing you off allowing you to gasp for needed air. “you’re such a good boy for me. fuck.”

seunghan pulled you by the hair and slammed his lips into yours tasting himself on your perfect lips and tongue that he already adored so much. after a few minutes of making out or what seemed like forever.. he pulled away from you and chuckled. “gonna fuck you so hard that everyone here knows you’re mine.”