parkjongsaeng

[parkjongsaeng]

im not even commenting… this was too good for me.

What about you walking in on Beomgyu riding a dildo

surprise!

contains: subby!bg, voyeurism?, mention of bratty reader turned switch?, edging…

it was one of his days off that he always had off, and it was one of the days you never had off. so, what better way to commemorate your first day off than to be with your sweet boyfriend? after all, it’s fun to surprise him every now and then!

you text the guys in order to let them in on your little surprise, all but gyu, but they let you know they either went to go see a movie or went to the gym. either way, you don’t mind; you’ve got tunnel vision for gyu and gyu only.

so, you head over with a little dance in your step and some of his favorite drinks from the convenience store, giggling to yourself quietly. the dorms are dead quiet. figures. you make your way down the hall, no sight of your boyfriend, slightly confused, until you hear a pattern of deep whimpers and groans.

a part of you grows weary: that part that catastrophizes and gets cold feet every time you face a challenge. the idea that he could be cheating on you is shoved out the window when the sounds grow louder as you near, the faint hum of a vibration and you’re shocked to catch your name in between these tiny mewls.

the door to his bedroom is shut, but once your rest your ear a hair away from the wood, it all comes together.

“oh, f-fuck, —oh!, god!” he’s keening, voice altering in pitches. your crotch is feeling sore and in need of touching at the sounds of your boyfriend masturbating…?

your heart trips at the lack of privacy and courtesy, but it doesn’t matter, not when it sounds like he needs a hand. you open the door, efficiently enough that the movement is fluid but not too sudden to terrify him.

to your shock, you find beomgyu completely naked, his back to you, but bouncing away in heavy movements on a dildo. his long, black hair jumps with him, and his breathy moans don’t let up. they’re as hot as lava. the dildo is purple from what you can see of its base. it indirectly lets you know that it’s inside him to the hilt. he’s holding it together with his feet. the vibration sound also notifies you that it’s a vibrator, too.

holy fuck.

so, he couldn’t buy you one, but he sure has no problem riding one like his life depends on it. you bite down the bratty, petty feeling bubbling in your throat.

beomgyu turns his head slightly to see you, eyes watery, eyebrows twisted to manifest his focused frown that take form on his thick lips. he’s been biting them raw.

“ah, yn!” he yelps out.

he never stops riding it, thighs trembling. you remain frozen in your place by the door, a fire brewing in the pit of your belly.

beomgyu then brings his hands up to his face, suddenly slowing down and shaking. you realize he’s crying.

“i know you’re ju-judging me, but i cant- cant- ah!” his legs give out, and he almost falls face first if not for his arms out in front of him that barely hold him up. you wordlessly come to sit beside him, back to the frame so you can take the front row seat to the show. he’s trying to hide but also trying to continue, juxtaposing everything.

you cross your arms with a smirk.

“can’t what, beomie?”

he sniffles hard and weeps a little pathetically.

his cock is rock hard against his tummy, curved and the tip so terribly red against this pale of his stomach. his belly button peaks out from behind. sheen of precome stems from the head down to his balls.

“i can’t afford to stop now!” he sobs, chest heaving as his movements regress down to little bucks. “i’ve played with myself for a while be-be-because i knew i wouldn’t see you today, and now, you’re here, and…” he doubles over, his upper half flat against the bed next to you, cheek against the sheets.

you pout mockingly, moving his sweaty bangs from his face, and he looks at you with puppy eyes. he still hasn’t stopped, crimson lips parted to let out loud panting.

“it’s okay, baby. keep going,” you use a cloying voice and he weakly smiles, grinding hard against the toy that hums loudly. “you’re doing so good. you’re such a good boy, beomie,”

he whimpers and his hand reaches down to grab at the dildo that takes a journey to pull out due to its length, and he gasps, twitching hard. you take this moment to grip his jaw and lie next to him, hand joining his on the rubbery but weighted toy.

“but, i’m here now, huh,” you grin devilishly. “and now, i can give you a hand.”

[parkjongsaeng]

TAEHYUN… stop it plssss that was too good 😭

could you write a boxer taehyun smut where he sees the reader dressed all sexy for his match and it riled him up to the point of finishing the match in record time and he takes care of it in the locker room? 👀 maybe some light teasing from tyun and praise from the reader to tyun? 👉👈

7 months later...

omg YES of course I'll do that for you XDDDDD

also, I wasn't sure if this was, like, legal or illegal boxing, so if you were thinking of legal boxing...sorry :o

Boxer!Taehyun x Fem!Reader smut

Warnings: piv smut, no protection used, wall sex, a bit rough bcs who am i if it's not rough

Words: 2.9k

"You ready, Hyun?" Yeonjun asked, opening the locker room door just an inch to hear the raging crowd just outside.

"Ready as ever." Taehyun said, wrapping his fists up in bandages so they don't end up too bloody. This was this third match of the week, and although he was slightly burnt out, he had a feeling this was one he was going to win. Even if the fight wasn't in his favor, he was going to make it so, as there was too much in stake. The money, his popularity...you. After not being able to spend time with you this whole week due to endless training, he wasn't going to humiliate himself in the one boxing match that you were allowed to watch.

He usually forbade you from watching, as he knew you were a worrywart, and you only tolerated his choice of career. But this was going to be his last match for a while, so he thought that maybe you'd be able to handle it, just for the experience.

"That guy's a big one, huh?" Yeonjun chuckled, referring to Taehyun's opponent. "Might have to really lock this one in."

"I'm not worried." Taehyun scoffed. "A large physique doesn't necessarily mean that one can fight. Besides, I have my pride this time. I'm not going to lose."

"Ah...I know what it is." Yeonjun said with a smirk. "It's because your girlfriend is in the audience this time, isn't it?"

Taehyun cleared his throat awkwardly, busying himself with his bandages.

"Knowing how you get around her...should I be worried for your opponent?" Yeonjun chuckled, and Taehyun just rolled his eyes. "I'm joking, I'm joking. Just do your best, okay? Let's get out there."

The arena was heated, a dense crowd surrounding the rink. With Yeonjun leading the way, they cut through the crowd, Taehyun's face stone cold at the ones who tried to touch him on his way through.

Taehyun wasn't dumb, he knew he was handsome. Givin his looks and his career, there were people fawning over him at all times. It also got him some extra disrespect from his opponents. Taehyun found it funny, though, that the "pretty boy" could so easily bring down each and every one of them.

Taehyun noticed that his opponent was already in the rink, and once he stepped in, his opponent noticed him. He was quite big, just like Yeonjun said. Taehyun wouldn't lie, he's human like everyone else, but this guy was intimidating to the eye. If he didn't know any better, Taehyun would've been scared, but there's no time for fear in the rink.

His opponent looked Taehyun up and down, chuckling at him, underestimating him as per usual. Taehyun, though, he didn't care. He didn't even notice, because he was too busy scanning the crowd to look for a specific person. You. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes darting from place to place before he finally saw your familiar face. It was as if there was a spotlight on you, separating you from everyone else. Due to how aggressive the crowd could be sometimes, he worried for you, but suddenly, his mind went blank. As someone in front of you moved to the side to talk to someone else, he had the chance to see you in your entirety. There you were, clad in a black tank top and a mini skirt. Taehyun could see your cleavage from the rink, and he took a deep breath. It was the summertime, so he couldn't blame you for wearing such skimpy clothes, but he also couldn't blame himself for what it was doing to him. The thin sheen of sweat covered you, making you almost shine, and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to take you right there.

Not only that, but you were looking at him with a large smile on your face, doing small jumps that made your breasts jiggle each time. He tried not to show his lust, but damn, it was hard.

"Nervous, aren't you?" His opponent asked, a condescending smile on his face. Taehyun snapped him attention away from you at the sound of his voice. If he thinks extreme lust looks like nervousness, then that's not Taehyun's problem. "Don't worry too much. This will be quick."

"I'm not here to chit-chat." Taehyun said nonchalantly, turning to Yeonjun, who was at the outer corner of the rink. Yeonjun already knew what he needed, giving him his water. It was so hot, but the coolness for the water chilled him out.

"Match starts in 1 minute. Good luck." Yeonjun said, and Taehyun nodded, facing his opponent once more. Cracking his neck, he was slightly annoyed. He hadn't been able to see you in a week, so of course he was a little pent up. He didn't think it was that bad, but the sight of you made him realize exactly how pent up he was. If only he didn't have to fight, he would've...

He shook his head. He couldn't think about that now, of all times. The clock was ticking, and the fight was about to start. Seeing you gave him a bit of a rush, and he didn't' care what he'd have to do to end this match as quickly as possible.

Finally, the bell ringed three times, and it was time to start. All he was thinking of was you, and at this moment, his opponent was nothing more than a cock block that he wanted to get rid of as soon as possible to get to you.

The fight had barely started, yet Taehyun was getting annoyed with walking around in circles with his opponent, waiting for who would throw the first punch. Just to get things going, Taehyun got closer, giving him the impression that he was going to hit first. Throughout his training, he knew that it was always best for the opponent to deliver the first punch so that you can dodge and be able to easily figure out their next move.

Just like he had expected, his opponent fell for his bluff, throwing the first punch aimed at Taehyun's abdomen. He swiftly dodged it, and it was as if he calculated his opponent's fighting style. His hefty muscle weight kept him from moving quickly, making his moves predictable. He did have the power, but no technique. This was going to be an easy match.

Slightly stunning him from his dodge, Taehyun dove in, delivering a punch right below his ribcage. His opponent then thought it was a good idea to keep trying to aim for Taehyun's face. Taehyun could laugh at how dumb he was. Dodging each punch, he kept aiming at his abdomen. It wasn't the best way to quickly get a match over with, but there was no other way, really, so Taehyun tried his best to stay as untouched as possible while chipping at his opponent's stamina bit by bit.

The two first rounds of the match were over, and there was one more round to go. Taehyun has suffered a few punches here and there, and he knew the bruises weren't going to be pretty. It wasn't enough to debilitate him, though, as his opponent was in an even worse shape than him.

"One more round, you got this." Yeonjun said, a firm hand on his shoulder as if he was shaking determination and strength into him.

Taehyun huffed, a scowl on his face, wanting it to be over already. Why was his opponent so...durable?

"Just remember, Hyun," Yeonjun started. "The faster you can take him down, the faster you can get to your lady. Don't embarrass yourself."

"I got it." Taehyun said, shrugging Yeonjun's hands off his shoulders. Looking into the audience to where you where, he could tell there was a bit of worry crossing your face. He wanted to be there right next to you to reassure you, but the only way he could reassure you now was to win this match.

At the sound of the bell, he dove back in, not wanting to waste any time. He knew his opponent's moves by now, so he didn't care who was going to throw the first punch. All he knew, though, was that he had something more important to do afterwards.

His opponent stood, dazed out of his mind, as Taehyun delivered what would be the last punch of the match. His fists ached as blood seeped into his bandaged, but it wasn't his blood.

With his coach trying to hold him up, his opponent fell to the ground, and the bell ringed thrice. The crowd roared as the match finally ended, and Taehyun had won.

"Fuck yeah, Hyun, that's what I'm talking about!" Yeonjun said, shaking Taehyun's shoulders as he stepped out of the rink. "$5,000 can you believe that? I knew you were going to win, that big doofus was a joke." Yeonjun laughed loudly, more excited about the money than Taehyun was, but Taehyun didn't care. His mind was on one thing and one thing only.

"Yeah, yeah, you, uh, you get the money for me, I need to do something real quick." Taehyun said, and he disappeared into the crowd, leaving a confused Yeonjun behind. Taehyun made a beeline for where he remembered you were, even pushing people out of the way to get to you.

Once he saw you, he noticed that you were looking around for him, and he couldn't help but smile.

Standing on your tiptoes to look around, you turned to his direction and noticed that he was right there, looking at you. A huge smile grew on your face, and you ran to hug him tight.

"Taehyun!" You exclaimed. "I was so worried, but you did so well." You separated from him, scanning his body to examine his cuts and bruises. "Are you okay? You're not too hurt, right?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine, baby." He said, giving you a kiss on the lips and lingering for a bit. "Of course I'd do well. You're here. But it wasn't too bad, right?"

"Well...you're right, but I don't like to see you hurt." You said, hands lightly running down his bare, sweaty chest, making him gulp.

"I like your outfit, by the way." He said. "Though, you should be careful wearing things like that around all these men."

"Careful? Why?" You said coyly. "I'm burning in here, if I were to wear something else, I would've passed out." You joked.

"What do you mean 'why'?" Taehyun chuckled. "You nearly made me drop the match when I looked at you."

"Oh? Am I showing too much skin?" You asked innocently, but Taehyun knew you, and you knew that you were a little tease. He shamelessly looked down at your breasts, which were now pressed up against his chest. He couldn't waste more time still being in the crowd. He had to get you alone, and quick.

"Let me get you out of here." He said, still distracted by your breasts. You knew exactly what was going to happen, and you were in no way against it, because you wanted exactly what he wanted, and maybe even more.

Taehyun wasted no time. After pushing you into the locker room and shutting the door behind him, he attached his lips to yours, effectively stunning you. Thankfully, there was no one else in the locker room, so he had you all alone, and he was going to make great use of this time.

Backing you into the nearest wall, his hands roamed your body as his tongue made its way into contact with your own. He grabbed handfuls of your bare thighs, slowly going up until his hands slid under your skirt and then he froze.

Parting from this kiss, he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, feeling you up just a bit more.

"No panties?" He said, and you just smiled. "You were planning this all along, weren't you?"

"Maybe." You said.

"Better be glad no one else saw." He said, attaching his lips to your neck. "Else there would be more than one match today."

You bit your lip, feeling your arousal dripping down your inner thighs. You had been dripping all night, especially when seeing him fight. It was a good thing that you were already sweating, else there would be some questionable looks from others.

With your skirt already lifted up, Taehyun switched his attention to underneath your flimsy tank top, wasting no time to reveal your breasts to him. Your breasts slightly bounced when he lifted your shirt up and he groaned, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue back and forth over it.

Your head fell back onto the wall behind you, breathy whines emitting from your throat. Groaning once more, Taehyun hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up in a show of strength. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and you felt his hard bulge right against your bare pussy. It rubbed against your clit, and you bit your lip trying to suppress the desperate moan bubbling up in your throat.

"T-Taehyun, fuck me," You moaned out, feeling pent up enough as it was.

"Fuck, babe," He moaned out, chest heaving. Any other time, he's tease you for being so desperate, but it has been too long since he had you in this position, and he couldn't wait to be deep inside of you. He reached down to tug his underwear and shorts down, effectively freeing his cock from its confines. He grabbed the bottom on your thighs, spreading you further apart as you clenched around nothing.

Without warning, he pushed into you in one quick motion, his hips flush with yours. You couldn't help the moan from escaping you as how full you felt. Clenching around him, he started to move. It was slow at first as he savored this feeling. Your arousal dripped down his cock, making its way down his thighs. He couldn't believe how wet you were, and you guys barely started.

"Taehyun, faster, please-" You moaned out, grasping his shoulders quietly. He didn't have to be told twice. He held you still against the way and began thrust into you with much more fervor. The sounds of skin meeting and moans got more erratic as he fucked you harder.

He looked down between the both of you, watching as his cock stretched your hole, taking each and every inch of him. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and he watched the sweat drip down your skin. It was like a dream, hearing you cry out, unable to conceal your moans.

It only made him thrust harder until he was pounding into you, groans nearly turning into growls.

"F-fuck, Hyun, I'm gonna c-cum," You stuttered in staccato breaths, trying to speak through each mind numbing thrust he gave you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, his name rolling of your tongue senselessly.

"Cum for me, baby," He said in a sultry tone, eyes piercing into yours as he watched every one of your facial expressions. Shifting only a bit so that his angle was different, he noticed how much louder you suddenly became.

"Oh, fuck! Right there, Hyun, don't stop!" Your head fell back against the wall, jaw dropped in pleasure. It didn't take much longer for you to cum, creaming all over his thick cock, making a mess out of him. Your pussy was clenching onto him for dear life and he shut his eyes tight, biting onto your shoulder as he continued to pound into you. You whined in overstimulation, but Taehyun couldn't stop as he chased his high.

"J-just a second, babe, I'm almost there." He breathed out, his thrusts becoming erratic. Your legs started to shake, and you could no longer contain even a bit of your moans. Taehyun had you trapped. Your only choice was to just take what he was giving you, and he was driving you crazy.

To drive him closer to his high, you clenched around him, his moans becoming louder. "Yes, keep going," You whined into his ear. "You feel so f-fucking good, keep fucking my pussy just like that, and I'm gonna c-cum again," You could barely speak because of the power behind his thrusts, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Hyun, are you in here?" You heard a voice behind the locker room door, and your eyes widened in panic once it flew open. "Hyun, you-"

"Get out!" Taehyun said, not stopping for even a second. Your eyes were lidded in pleasure, face a daze as you made eye contact with a frozen Yeonjun.

It took him a bit to realize exactly what he had walked into before he quickly left and shut the door. Just seconds after that, you came again, clenching around him until he just couldn't take it anymore. He kept fucking into you while he came, making a mess of his cum. He then quickly pulled out of you once it got too overwhelming, some of his cum leaking onto the floor.

There was about a minute of silence before he gently put you back down on the floor. You held onto him tightly, feeling weak in the knees, and he chuckled.

"Are you alright?" He asked, flipping your clothes back down to cover you.

You nodded, throat sore from nearly frying your vocal chords. "Just a little embarrassed from Yeonjun walking in."

"Embarrassed?" He scoffed. "Don't lie. I know you liked it, didn't you? You like being watched?" He teased, and you avoided eye contact, making him laugh. "Let's get you home. And maybe we could invite Yeonjun to test out my little theory."

"Taehyun!"

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AN: Hey yall uh...i hope yall like this hehe, btw anon, if you don't like what happened at the end, I'M SORRY I CANT HELP IT I JUST WANT THEM ALL TO RUN A TRAIN ON ME IT GETS HARD SOMETIMES UGH

also i wanted this to be like 1k words idk why i did all that fr

[parkjongsaeng]

Morning seeps through the blinds and you find yourself not waking up alone in your bedroom when you take a full seat and glimpse next to your side. There's someone else's lying with you on the mattress, well, that someone else's was mark lee, which was your friend until the movie session turned into something else in the state that you didn't even know how to face or assured to call him per usual the next day if you were about to bump into him since you spent the previous wild night together.

But here you were, finding yourself too drunk yesterday and somehow ended up with your biggest crush lying on your bed the morning after, also fuck it, though you feel like you're still stirring in your sleep you can't help but think that mark is very tempting at this moment and you just can't even believe in yourself for having a turned on on an unconscious mark lee that stay still peacefully in his sleep.

You currently watch him slumber in silence, not even aware that you got your mouth watering over him and started to scoot closer, lying beside him as he's sleeping facing you. You didn't touch him at first, you only admire his features and only could thinking about how damn fine this man was, even in his doing-nothing state like ugh. Then you started to move your hand and caress his strand hair-very carefully, and tracing his eyebrows-very delicately, as afraid that he might be broke if you touch him in not so gently manners.

Then you snapped when he suddenly groan and bring his hand over to rest on your waist, with him being-of course-senseless. You froze when he did that, and you started to trembling on a thought of having him all over you again right at this instant. Would he mind if you just...?

You felt like you're suffering, you're waking up horny, needy, and he looks so fucking good in his sleep right now that it makes you just want him more than anything. You started breathing heavily, eyes closed shut with a low 'fuck' leaving your mouth and you sigh under your breath, as started to put your bodies against each other.

You snug into him and straddle him from the side, your left leg was on his waist. Two of your hands circling around his neck and shoulder, then you started humping on him. It's in a slow pace at first but then you felt the urge to grind on him even harder and that's when he started to stir in his sleep.

"Y/n?" He called as he squint his eyes, baffled as he just wake up from his sleep. Knowing he's finally fully awake, you started to hug him even tightly and grinding harder, making him groan and you can feel his boner getting evidence by the mean time. Poor mark lee, he just woke up and have to see you panting and so so so needy for him it's almost looked pathetic. Mark was just stay still, closing his eyes shut while balling a fist to covering his face, apparently trying so hard to get himself together.

"Shit.. don't go too fast.." he said. That's just made you go harder as you let another needy moan. "M-mark, gonna cum." You tell him. "Wanna cum, please." His hand now were all over your ass, pushing you down forcefully onto him as he buck his hips into your core and started to equally thrust sensually. "Do it. Cum."

And so you did. You pant onto his chest and grab him by his shirt, feeling all hot and sweaty even if it's just 7 in the morning. You felt so relieved as you came down from your high, but mark definitely haven't came, and you just leave him with such a morning wood, so after getting up and sat on the bed as mumbling a 'sorry' to him, you proceed to take your clothes off, leaving you just in your panties, and you swear the way he's just staring at you with awe was so fucking endearing.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Taking care of you." Before he could speak another word you're already on your knees and yank his boxer down, grabbing a handful of his cock and take him into your mouth. He let out a deep groan and tossed his head back, jaw clenching when you roll your tongue and suck into his tip. His chest was heaving and his abdomen flexing when you take him until the tip was on the back of your throat, making you gag around his size.

"Fuck.. just like that baby, keep going." You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, do whatever you can to make him feel good. He then took a fist of your hair as a grip and finally look down at you, his eyes were heavy lidded and his mouth was agape all while sounding so pretty with the low moan and some profanities he uttered.

"Good girl. You're doing so fucking good right now." You hum, the vibration makes him shudder and his abdomen tensed, he thrown his head back as his breath hitch. "Aw shit, m gonna cum." He quick to face fucked you unconsciously, trying to catch his high before finally shoot his warm load into your mouth with a low, long grunt. You swear to god that that shit making you even more wet, pussy clenched over nothing.

You try to swallow all of his load as you saw mark's face all contorted in pleasure, and for fucks sake, there's nothing more sexy than the shit you're seeing right now.

You wiped the quite mess with the back of your hand and then sing song before him, "breakfast."

[parkjongsaeng]

can you keep it down?

pairing; neighbor!mark x (f) reader

genre/warnings; smut, dilf!mark, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, thigh slapping, forced submission, implications of brat taming (in progress), praise, degradation but it’s more like banter, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap ur willy)

summary; The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear you’re resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides he’s down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.

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extra; 4/4 of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!

The first time you met Mark, it was right outside your door.

It was late at night - debatably early in the morning - and you had been in the middle of bringing yourself to the third consecutive orgasm in a row when loud knocking interrupted you. Part of you was tempted to ignore whoever was determined to beat down your door, but it was ceaseless and frankly, you were growing annoyed.

Swiftly you slipped on the closest pair of shorts and marched to the front door in large strides, swinging it open once you finally arrived. Then, your eyes met Mark’s.

He was a mere stranger to you then. But what you saw made you want to know him. What you saw made you nearly forget that you were on the brink of orgasm only moments ago. A pair of beautiful brown eyes stared back at you.

“Hey,” he greeted, voice gruff. “Sorry to bother you, but can you keep it down? I live right next door and with all the noise I can’t sleep.”

For a moment you only blinked, processing his words slowly. You weren’t aware that you were being that loud. But then again, you were in no state to properly register your actions - you were delirious with pleasure and had blocked everything else past your senses.

When you finally processed his statement, your cheeks burned, slightly embarrassed. “Fuck. I’m so, so sorry, I had no idea. I’ll try to be quieter from now on.”

He gave you a courteous nod and replied, “No worries. Have a good night.”

“You, too.”

And that was it. When you shimmied back out of your shorts, you didn’t even feel energetic anymore, only overcome by exhaustion and the burdensome fact that you had work in the morning. You groaned and flopped against your bedsheets, letting sleep swallow you whole.

But the image of your new neighbor was reoccurring. There was something familiar about him, like you had seen him once before. And there were things you noticed right off the bat about him. For one, he was an older guy. Not old, but evidently beyond your years. And if the shorts he wore was any indicator, he was likely a father.

That made the chain of thoughts about him increase, and you didn’t even know his first name. There was instant intrigue and desire to get to know your new, next-door neighbor.

Though visions died quick, and dreams were killed even quicker. When you saw Mark swallowing some girl’s face only moments before she left his apartment on your way to work some days later, you rationalized yourself and decided to take it steady. It was certain that you were sure of what you wanted, but you respected his relationship. You were a great deal of things - delusional and a homewrecker weren’t on the list.

The second time, it was when you least expected it - at a local cafe.

Mark sat across from you, coffee cup in hand. Awareness of someone’s sudden presence made you shudder, and it slightly soothed you when you realized it was your hot neighbor. Your heart was still beating fast.

You played it cool. “Are you stalking me, neighbor?”

Amused, your neighbor let out a chuckle that was like music to your ears. “My name is Mark,” he introduced himself, smiling blithely. “And don’t flatter yourself, neighbor. I saw you here coincidentally and sat here because I had one good question for you.”

With an eyebrow arched, you casted Mark an identical smile. It amused you that he spoke to you as if you had been long friends, though you didn’t mind. You had been intrigued by Mark the moment you first laid eyes on him, and had been incapable of taking them off him since.

“Mark,” you said, tasting his name on your tongue. You played along and bobbed your head after a few moments, deciding you liked his name and gave him yours. “What do you have to ask me, Mark?”

Mark leaned over the table, voice an octave above a whisper as he asked, “Who’s fucking you so good that you can’t be quiet?”

He leaned back out and eyed you smugly when you blinked in surprise. His bluntness had caught you off-guard and he was proud of it, but you refused to not quickly recover.

Feigning indifference, you replied, “No one. Most of the time it’s just me and my toys. I have a hectic work schedule so it’s rare for me to find time to mess with people.”

Much to your misfortune, it was true. Working a busy office job meant that you had little time for even short-lived flings or one-night stands, much less the commitment of a serious relationship. It was difficult to recall the last time that you had gotten laid. With work taking such a humongous toll on you, your only way of relieving all of your pent-up frustrations was with sex toys.

That response was a clear shock to Mark, and in return you took pride in it. He was expecting you to be taken, but now that you had essentially implied that you weren’t dating anyone, he felt free to make a move on you. It was an indirect way of asking you if you were single. He also didn’t expect the same girl that flushed red when he confronted you about your noisiness to meet his boldness, but it was a welcome surprise. Mark could tell only fun things would come out of knowing you and becoming your neighbor.

Mark took a long sip from his cup, then asked, “What do you do for a living?”

“I work a variable job as an executive assistant that spends an ungodly amount of time behind a computer screen doing everyone else’s job for them,” you smiled tiredly.

He threw you a playful grimace and glanced at his watch for a split-second, but you had his undivided attention again in no time. “Damn, no wonder. You must like things rough.”

That took you by surprise, but you didn’t dare show it. “You have no idea,” you grumbled, playing it safe. “What about you?”

Mark grinned with pride. “I’m an editor for a publishing company.”

“Must be fun.”

“I can’t complain. It’s a stress sometimes, but it pays the bills.”

You chuckled. “Amen to that.”

It felt forbidden to be interested in your potentially taken neighbor that you only met a couple of days ago, yet here you were talking to him about your sex and work life. To make matters worse - and if that comment about you liking things rough was any indicator - you might have somehow also piqued his interests.

Maybe you were just reading too much into his words. After all, you were his noisy neighbor that kept him up at night. He was probably just curious as to why you seemingly made enemies with silence.

Mark glanced at his watch again then rose from his seat, and you figured he had places to be. “I’d better get going. I have to pick up my son.”

“Your son?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. The confusion was fake, of course. You had a hunch that he was a father, but you had never seen or heard the child to confirm your suspicions.

“Yes, my son,” Mark gave you a hard stare that you couldn’t make out. “It’s Friday and he stays with me this weekend so please, if not for my sake then for his, keep it down.”

You gave Mark a nod. He bid you farewell and made a break for the door, the chime of the bells letting you know that he was gone. He had wanted to stay for a bit, play for a little longer, but decided it was a good thing he didn’t get much of a chance to make a move. For now, Mark was intent on observing you. He wanted to figure you out a bit more before he went to first base.

But damn was he interested. There was something about you a couple of moments ago that he was attracted to, how you seemed equally bold as he was. A stark contrast from the first time he met you, but he figured that he had simply caught you at a bad time.

That was the thing, though - Mark didn’t know you. He needed more time before he could be sure you were worth it.

For at least the weekend, you obliged Mark’s wishes. As aforementioned, you were a great deal of things, but you weren’t petty for the wrong reasons. Or outright odd. It wasn’t like you were loud for the sake of it, you truly just never realized what you were capable of.

Over the course of those days, you continued to think about Mark. He had cut deep in your imagination and now there was a permanent scar that refused to heal. It was silly, being so hung over a guy you hardly knew and couldn’t have, but you couldn’t help it.

Mark was giving you a headache. You weren’t one to be indecisive over what you wanted, but that wasn’t the case here. From the moment he showed up at your doorstep, you knew that you had to have him. The problem was that you wanted to outline boundaries. There were places you were able to step and then there were places you weren’t. The last thing you wanted was to scare him away because of your urges.

The third time you saw Mark was the following weekend, bumping into him in the halls. You were going to apologize, but then his face fell into your vision. And thus, you noticed something completely new about it.

“You have a stubble,” you commented, nearly gawking.

Mark bobbed his head, grinning. He found it interesting how you gazed up at him as if you’d never seen a man with a stubble before. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you don’t shave. Shocking, I know.”

“I kind of like it.”

He snickered. “Only kinda?”

More than kind of - and while you weren’t afraid to admit it, you ignored his question. The stubble was the completion to Mark’s physical attractiveness that you hadn’t even known you would be into. He was already hot as hell, though now he was somehow even hotter.

He shot you a smug smile, unable to miss the way that you leered at him. You found him attractive. It was no secret and Mark wasn’t sure if you intended for it to be or not, though the way that you were unabashedly fucking him with your eyes gave him a huge hint. After last weekend’s encounter, you didn’t strike him as the type to shy away very easily. Confident.

So was he.

“You’re just standing here watching me like you want to eat me. Do you like it that much?”

There were a couple of routes you could take with that question. Either you could be honest and tell him how you felt, or you could beat around the bush. You chose the former.

“Sight for sore eyes,” you replied, finally meeting his eyes. He held eye contact with you as well as the expectation that you would break, but you proved him wrong. You kept looking him in his eyes as you said, “I love it. I think it suits the fuck out of you.”

Mark raised a brow, intrigued by your response. “Mm,” he hummed. He moved a step closer to you and asked, “What else do you like?”

Your breath began to speed up and so did your pulse when you picked up on how close your bodies were. You were hyper aware of the proximity and it was slowly killing you, setting off visceral reactions in your body. Another inch and his lips would be brushing yours. It felt like a test on your behalf - to see how you would react and if you would chicken out - and you utterly refused to back down from the challenge.

Deflecting, you tore your eyes from his lips and asked back, “Initiating a conversation with me in the middle of the hallway?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Do you wanna come in, then?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like that very much,” you faked a pout, the most subtle sullen undertone hiding in your sentence.

Mark resisted a grin. It was probable you were indirectly determining whether or not he was single. But the tiniest hint of sadness in your voice suggested that you might have genuinely been under the impression he was in a relationship.

“What girlfriend?” He threw you an utterly confused look. “I haven’t been in a relationship since the birth of Christ.”

You stared at him with genuine surprise. “I saw you sucking some girl’s face like last week.”

“And have you seen her around here again since?” Mark scoffed, amused.

What he was implying began to sink in gradually and you realized that you had made an awfully large assumption the other day. Though in your defense, people making out with their hookups like that was completely unheard of to you. It looked too passionate, especially for the morning after. When you had nothing to quip, Mark made a face at you that made you want to sink into the ground, and added, “She’s not my girlfriend - she was a fling. We had sex the previous night but I’m sure you weren’t able to tell because unlike someone, I know how to be quiet.”

Was. That meant not any more.

Affronted, and refusing to take that, you took a step back and shot, “Maybe your dick game is just weak if she’s that quiet.”

“You wanna find out?” Mark cocked his head to the side with an exasperating smile, taking a step forward for every step you took backwards until your back hit a wall. It was obvious that you were trying to get a rise out of him and he wouldn’t take the bait. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

Mark’s hands were on either side of you and his gaze rooted you in place. Neither of you seemed to give a damn that you were in public and in the view of a security camera. You kept staring at one another, pupils dilated with obvious want. Now that you were aware that Mark was single you deemed it perfectly safe to cave in to your desires, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to - yet. It was funny how whenever you finally got what you wanted, it was never enough.

You smiled softly, matching the little smirk on his face - you didn’t want him to think that he had an advantage over you, and whether he did or didn’t wasn’t relevant. “Are you saying that you want me?”

“I do want you,” Mark confessed without a care. He had no true intention of sleeping with you just yet, wanting to get to know you some more, but it wouldn’t hurt to admit that he was attracted to you nonetheless. “Do you want me?”

Seductively, you leered at him, then purred, “So bad.”

“Then, stop deflecting.”

With one little breath, you said, “Fine,” then closed the tiny gap between the both of you and your lips. When he kissed you back, your hands sought for his neck and his hooked around your waist.

As you kissed Mark it only became more fierce, tongues and teeth clashing in attempts to maintain dominance over the other. Yet neither of you would cave. Both of you were fighting fire with fire and it was like nothing that either of you had ever experienced before. Mark displayed a clear need for power and control, and while you weren’t against letting him have it, you were never one to give it away that easily.

You tugged on Mark’s hair, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His calloused hands began to wander all over you, kneading your skin and making you moan softly into his mouth. You could feel him grinning against your lips. His touch was like fire and your body was already burning with lust, desire, and everything in between. It had been so long since someone last touched you like this, kissed you like this. Mark was filling in all the little gaps and empty spaces.

A rough pull at his locks made Mark groan into your mouth and he pinned your hands above your head, up against the wall. He got rougher, as if he was trying to fit you into the wall - or maybe force you through it. But the fervor was welcome, and although he had pinned your hands above your head, you still kissed him with as much eagerness as you were humanly capable.

You pulled away when you had your fill, knowing that if you kept him close to you any longer you would make a move for his clothes, and your exhibitionism kink only extended so far. The both of you stared at one another with sheer lust, but there was an almost telepathic understanding between you. We have to wait.

Out of breath, you casted Mark a flirtatious wink and smile before parting and said, “See you later, Mark.”

Then, you sashayed back to your apartment. When you felt his eyes boring holes into your back, you simpered to yourself. You had planted the seed; now all you had to do was let it grow.

Days of messing around with Mark turned into weeks, but both of you were yet to succumb to your temptations. It was like you were waiting for the other to give in first and neither of you wanted to grant the other that satisfaction.

But of course, after planting the seed you had to water it and give it sunshine. In other words, you continued to flirt with Mark, maintaining his interest. And in return, he maintained yours. From anyone else’s point of view it might have seemed silly to be resisting each other when it was clear as day that the lust was mutual, but you and Mark were too alike. Too much pride, and too much adoration for all things thrill and tension.

Even when he wasn’t in your company, Mark was on your mind. It had only gotten worse the moment you kissed him. In the beginning you only thought about him occasionally - mostly whenever you saw or heard him - but now he was creeping into your head during your downtime and that was a problem. Your thoughts consisted nearly completely of him. Mark, Mark, Mark. He was all you could think about.

One weekend, you surprisingly encountered Mark at a playground. He appeared shocked to see you, but only let it show for a brief moment.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re the one stalking me. What in God’s name are you of all people doing at a playground?”

“Please. You’re not that special. I don’t have the time or energy to stalk anyone, baby,” you drawled with a hint of amusement. You pointed at a little girl. “You see that little girl in the purple shirt on the slide? That’s my niece. I’m babysitting her for my brother and sister-in-law. Today’s their anniversary and they wanted peace.”

Mark bobbed his head, understanding. “Of course. You can’t have any of that around a child. How old is she?”

“Just turned six about a week ago.”

“Around my son’s age,” he remarked, then pointed towards the set of swings. A couple of children played over there, but only one young boy was in the group. And he looked almost just like someone you knew. “He’s right there on the swings. Six, but he’s nearing seven.”

He was absolutely adorable. You were already thinking about play dates between him and your niece. She was lovely and enjoyed meeting new people, bless her pure heart.

You smiled softly with awe. “Stole your whole face. There’s no way in hell you could deny that boy.”

Mark snickered, shoulders shaking. “Damn right. My little mini-me,” he sighed happily. He took his eyes off his son for a split-second to glance over at you. You looked beautiful, as always. And you were watching your niece with so much intent and care that he doubted you had even snook a glance of your own his way. “Fond of kids?”

“I babysitted throughout college,” you replied pensively. Reminiscent. “Believe it or not. I thought it was my calling because I was so responsible and the parents always praised me, plus it was a huge step towards individuality. Grew up with a lot of siblings and relatives, too, so I’ve always been around children.”

Mark grinned, satisfied. That was the answer he wanted to hear. He was only curious because he was interested in you, and before he jumped too far ahead he needed to know what you thought about children. It was a relief that you had so much tenderness for and resonated so well with them. That gave him all the more reasons to want you by his side. “What about you?” he asked, adding when your face scrunched about with confusion, “Do you want kids of your own?”

There was no reluctance in your answer, like you had already thought long and hard about the question before. “Someday. When I’m married and sure I’ve chosen the right person to settle down and have kids with. And when I have a less demanding job so that I’m able to take care of my family and spend time with them,” you said, smiling wistfully. “My parents were busy people. They weren’t around a whole lot so me and my siblings practically raised each other.”

Mark gave you a look. One you could make out as pity. You thought his response would be predictable, but it caught you by surprise. “You don’t want to be pitied, do you?”

You blinked, genuinely unsure of how to respond for a moment. Then you broke into a broad grin and said, “Nope.”

“I feel for you anyways,” Mark gave a playful nudge to your side with his elbow. “And I think you have beautiful visions for the future. I can tell you’re gonna be a great mother.”

You thanked him in a way that was positively bashful. For a while, you and Mark chatted about whatever the hell you wanted - topics in relation to the children, personal life, and everything in between. After the day you and Mark kissed, a more mutual effort to get to know each other blossomed. Mark told you everything there was to know about his job. Most of the time he worked from home without much need for overseer authorization, and set his own hours. As someone who loved being in control, it suited him.

It was alarming that you had gotten so personal so fast. You had only known each other for a month, more or less, and only really began talking a couple of weeks ago. Yet you felt comfortable enough to share a certain level of information that you normally would conceal.

You were becoming close in every sense of the word. The tension between you and Mark never fizzled out, it only seemed to grow more, and more, and more, until it would eventually explode in your faces. By then, you would have no choice but to confront it directly. You couldn’t wait.

Mark wrapped his arm around your waist, and peered down briefly to look at it. Contact drove you crazy. You loved having Mark’s hands on you, even in non-sexual ways.

He pulled you into him and asked, “How long are you keeping her?”

“Just until five. I’m taking her to her grandma’s after this,” you replied, shifting your gaze back to the playground. But a smug smile tugged your lips. “Why?”

There was a shine in Mark’s pretty brown eyes. It was almost five. Voice tickling your neck, he leaned in to say bluntly, “Because I wanna take you for a ride. Are you down?”

You casted him an observant glance over your shoulder. What Mark wanted was clear, or so you thought, but you were in the mood for playing hard to get. As per usual. “Dunno. What kind of ride?”

“The kind where we get in my car and go whatever the road and a full tank of gas leads us,” Mark shrugged. “It’s a yes-no question, doll. Are you down, or not?”

Doll. That was new. You had reached the pet name stage, calling each other ‘baby’ a couple of times, but ‘doll’ was new. It also had you wishing that you were both alone so that you could do something about how badly you craved Mark in that moment.

“I’m down. Meet me outside the complex at six?” You questioned, peering up at him yet again. You smiled when you met his eyes, unable to resist the urge. Mark made you feel good inside, all warm and gross. It was a delight to know you were still capable of feeling such a way. After all, it had been so long since the last time.

Mark nodded and smiled back. “I will. Child-less, so that we can have peace of our own.”

You giggled into his chest. You could smell his scent, and it was heavenly.

At six o’clock, Mark was waiting for you downstairs like he said that he would be. And he was child-less. You both were.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger door of his car for you and shut it once you were completely inside. Of course, it took more than simple courtesy to impress you, but something about it was making you giggle. Something you couldn’t pinpoint.

Mark gave you a look once he settled in the driver’s seat. “What’s funny?”

“Chivalry,” you sighed, smiling. “Apparently, it’s not dead.”

Mark was amused, but held back a snort. You were occasionally ridiculous, but just the right amount. He could tolerate it.

As he gripped the steering wheel, the car jerked to live underneath his fingertips, and soon you were both rolling. You said nothing for a little while, Mark focusing on the road and you peering out the window. The silence wasn’t awkward, but he cut on the radio and began to hum the song that was currently playing.

You glanced at him witheringly, but he was unbothered. Then, you teased with a grin, “Oh, yeah. Show out, Beyoncé.”

“Stop being a hater,” Mark groaned, then went back to singing.

After some moments of teasing, you were finally content and gave it a rest, relaxing into the leather seat. You were happy. If anyone had told you a month ago that you’d be in your new neighbor’s car listening to him sing songs from the radio, you would have called them insane. But you weren’t stupid and you knew better than to vulnerate yourself to a stranger. You told a couple friends about him and realized why Mark had seemed familiar - because he was. One of them knew Mark and was able to vouch for him, assuring you he was a good guy. That was why you felt so goddamn free.

It was peaceful, being alone with Mark. Whenever you weren’t both determined to get into each other’s pants, that was. But there was none of that right now - only the scenery whirling by at the pace of the lightning, the radio prevailing over the silence, and Mark by your side. And you by his. It felt too damn nice.

“You never answered my question that day.”

“Hm?” you gazed at him, confused. By his sentence and sudden will to ignite conversation, although you didn’t mind. “What question?”

Mark’s hand left the steering wheel and dropped to your thigh, which undoubtedly didn’t go unnoticed by you. He didn’t move it, but you couldn’t ignore his fingers on your skin. “I asked you, what else do you like?”

“About you, or in general?”

He shrugged. “Whatever gets you talking.”

You gazed through the windshield, pretending to be pondering deeply. “Well, in general, I like a bunch of things. I’ve got a penchant for poetry and music. This tends to shock people, but parties aren’t my scene. I’m a more reserved person. I love the color blue.”

“Why blue?”

“Because it looks amazing on me,” you winked.

“Mm,” Mark glanced at you fleetingly through the rear-view mirror. That was when his fingers started moving, kneading your thigh. “What else?”

“Hm, well,” you began, pretending to be unbothered by his touch. In reality, you were melting with every move. “About you, there’s a lot for me to like, too. You’re confident, smart, funny, sexy,” then you licked your lips and added, “And an excellent kisser.”

Mark grinned, hand still massaging your bare skin. “What a sweet-talker you are. Keep going,” he whispered, then gave your thigh a little squeeze.

But you were honest. There were too many things you admired about Mark that led you to becoming drawn to him in such a little period of time. Just as easily as he had been able to make you tell him things, you had persuaded him into opening up. There was still so much to learn about each other on deeper levels, but time was your best friend. For now, you decided that you would tell him what you already knew.

“I like the way you put so much care and effort into what you love. I’ve heard you talk about your son, your friends, your job. You never neglect anything,” you confessed, smiling fondly as you recalled the conversations you’d had. “I like how we’re similar, too. I think that’s part of the reason why we feel comfortable moving so fast. We’re cut from the same cloth. We both know what we want and when and how we want it, and we’re not afraid to go get it. It’s like playing a damn game of tug of war whenever I’m with you.”

“Or a very calculated game of chess,” Mark added, shaking his head with amusement.

You giggled. “But there’s something about you that’s so… alluring. I’m attracted to it. You’re a hardworking borderline control freak that’s unafraid of sincerity. I love it.”

“Romantic. I’m swooning,” he deadpanned, throwing you a playful glare.

“And you’re the right amount of sarcastic.”

“And that’s what gets you going?”

“Baby, please. If I could kiss you right fucking now, I would,” you admitted.

Mark said nothing, but his fingers kept fondling with your flesh, and your breath kept getting out of control. He gave your thigh another reassuring squeeze, letting you know he heard you.

Forest views took over. You pressed your fingertips to the window glass and watched as the rapid blur of scenes that once consisted of neon city lights turned green. Moss-coated branches replaced them, last rays of sunlight filtering through them as you neared the woods and the gravel roads turned to dirt.

“Woods, very spooky. Are you gonna kill me and hide my body out here?” you asked him humorously, watching as he drove you through the wild.

Mark didn’t take his eyes off the road as he replied, “And dump it in the lake.”

“Lake?”

He smiled. “You’ll see.”

You did see a lake. Mark parked his car near some trees and once he helped you outside, led you down a trail until you reached a bridge. It was long and stretched above a medium body of water. Blossoming flowers lived in the grass and the scent was earthy. You stretched ever so slightly over the railing and saw yours and Mark’s reflection staring back at you.

There were little fountains in the lake. Creatures made the water ripple and you watched with Mark’s arm wrapped around your waist as the smell and sound of nature filled your senses. Ducks pecked around the land edges of the lake in hunt of food.

“It’s beautiful,” you exhaled in awe. The clouds and setting sun peered down on the water and you wished that you had your camera on your person. It was a sight too gorgeous to let become nothing more than a memory fading at the back of your head.

Mark bobbed his head in agreement. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he said, “It is. I come here from time to time whenever I need to clear my head. It’s a nice place that I’ve always wanted to share with someone.”

“You trust me enough to share it with me?” you teased, palms on his chest as you gazed up at his face. “I mean, like what if I get arrested for tax fraud and every time you come here all you can think about is your old neighbor that got sent to prison for evading her taxes.”

“Then, you better do your taxes, or else I’ll be right after you when you get out. For attempted murder.”

You made a face of faux fear. “Shiver me timbers!”

Somehow, Mark pulled you closer and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Any closer and you were sure he would be able to feel how fast your heart was beating. It was safe to say that you had a little crush on your neighbor. You wanted him to an extent that words couldn’t capture.

There was something different with Mark. Linger was the perfect word to describe how his every action affected you. When he kissed you, you could still feel his lips on you moments afterwards. His every touch lingered on you, even the barest ones. You could taste him on you, his scent lingered on your body - it was too much. But Mark was too persistent. Even if you wanted to, and you didn’t, you couldn’t get away.

Mark looked at you as if he wanted to kiss you, but to your misfortune, he didn’t. Instead his lips parted to say, “Watch the sunset with me.”

Obediently, you turned to face the railing, which pleased him. He moved behind you and tightened his grip on your waist.

The sunset was beautiful, even more so with Mark’s company. The two of you made conversation, all the while watching how the sky that was once a pleasant array of colors dulled a deep indigo. The sun descended below the horizon and its reflection in the water was replaced by the moon.

And you - the moonlight illuminated every inch of your face. Mark had always thought that you were gorgeous, but the moonlight made your beauty criminal. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

“I can’t control myself anymore,” Mark growled. At first, you were confused, but when he whirled you around and pressed his lips against yours, you quickly understood.

Mark backed you against the railing, cornering you. Kissing him was too much fun. It was the same battle, the same fervent effort to compel one of you to submit to the other’s touch, yet both of you always held out, keeping your white flags lowered. Mark had never met anyone that challenged him this much, and you had never met anyone so desperate to prove a point.

When one of you pulled away, you not only were breathing heavily, but dangerously turned on. Your despires were no longer pure wants - they were needs.

“Mark,” you exhaled through shallow breaths, “Please.”

Mark cocked a brow, incredulous, yet amused. “You’re begging?”

You nodded, casting him a needy glance that nearly made him want to give you everything you wanted then and there. It wounded your pride to beg him to do anything, but you weren’t necessarily above it anymore. Lust made you do anything - and it was flowing rapidly through your bloodstream. “Please, I want it.”

That much was entertaining to him, although Mark still didn’t want to give himself to you yet. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to have sex with you, but he wanted to bide his time. He wanted things a specific way and hooking up with you in his car simply wasn’t ideal.

Mark shook his head. “I’m not fucking you in my car.”

You pursed your lips and fought back the best way you knew how, huffing, “Why not? Don’t wanna fuck up your expensive seats? Car sex virgin?”

“My first time was in the back of a car,” Mark told you matter-of-factly, being sure to smile in the most menacing way possible. It was only deserved for the way you left him that day that you kissed him. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face, but you thought he didn’t deserve it. “And everything I wanna do to you can’t happen in a car. You’ve been patient all this time, baby, you can wait a little more.”

“Ever the elaborate controlling perfectionist are you,” you drawled, faux aggravation to your tone.

Mark entwined his fingers with yours. “But you love that about me.”

“I never said that.”

“Oh? Must I remind you of your little love confession in my car earlier?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “No, thank you. But I will be expecting a four-page love letter detailing everything you like about me in the mail signed ‘Markie Pooh’ soon. I like to be courted.”

Mark gave your forehead a chaste peck, grinning as he joked, “I’ll enclose it with a kiss.”

You giggled. 

Soon, Mark drove you back home and you were kissing him goodbye. It was a dramatic farewell, considering you lived right next door to him, but tonight had been magical and you were wondering where the time had gone. All you wanted to do was freeze time and kiss Mark on that bridge forever.

But you were also sick to your stomach that he still wasn’t in your guts. And tonight, you had a plan that would undoubtedly make him snap and give you what you wanted.

Last night, you gave yourself the release that your body was begging for, since Mark refused to fulfill your desires himself. And you made sure to be loud so that your intentions were obvious - ever since the last time he asked you to keep it down, you began doing an impressive job at suppressing your noises, muffling them into your pillow or biting your lip. But not last night. You called it being petty for the right reasons. That was what you were, and rather proudly.

For a little extra flare, you moaned Mark’s name. As much as it was you being petty for the sake of setting him off, it was also a self-indulging experience. Fantasizing about your neighbor was what brought you to the edge quicker than anything, and you came harder than ever with the thought of him on your mind.

Mark didn’t text you the following day. Usually, you would find time through your hectic work hours to chat, and you would spend the better half of your lunch break typing away at your phone, but it was radio silence.

It was weird. Maybe you and Mark were alike in more ways than you thought, and he was also extremely petty. But for the wrong reasons, in your opinion.

When you came home from work, Mark was standing outside his door, waiting. He leaned against it and stared you down.

“Had fun last night?”

Pretending to be oblivious as to what he was referencing, you played dumb and answered, “You mean, at the bridge? Of course. When are we going again?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Mark chastised, glaring. “I heard you last night. You seemed like you were having a good time, you know, moaning my name and all like a slut.”

Never had it ever crossed your mind that you would enjoy Mark calling you a slut, yet here you were, becoming more and more aroused the longer you pushed his buttons. With his commitment to patience, you typically never got much fun out of it, but right now he was approaching his limit and you were anticipating every second of it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied, searching for your keys and acting as if you were paying him no mind.

Mark wasn’t having any of it. For weeks you had all been all over each other, the mutual lust long-established, though now you were suddenly disregarding him and it was with one clear intention in mind. He wasn’t going to give in to your tricks, but he would play along with your little game. And he was going to win.

The little remaining bits of restraint he had suddenly exhausted and Mark gripped your wrists, ignoring the sound of surprise you uttered as he dragged you into his apartment. The door slammed shut in your trail and he pushed you up against it, pinning your arms above your head as he began to kiss you with urgency.

Kissing Mark was exhilarating. Whenever his lips were flush against yours, it was as if time stopped. Everything seemed to slow down but the dangerously rapid thud of your heart against your chest and the spreading wildfire in your body. You made an attempt to free your wrists from his seemingly tightening touch, writhing against him with desire to touch him, yet whatever strength you had Mark had more and you were unable to overpower his might.

“Mark,” you exhaled, pulling away to catch your breath. “I want to touch you.”

He hummed, an idea slithering into his brain. “If you want to so bad, then beg.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly incredulous, yet the feeling dissipated when you remembered who exactly you were talking to. Scowling, you said, “I begged you once and now you’re getting too used to it.”

“If you want to get your way when it comes to me, then you better start getting used to it. Now, do you wanna get your pretty little hands on me, or not?”

You sighed. “I do.”

Mark gave you an expecting look. “Then, beg.”

“You want me to get on my knees, too?” you deadpanned, shooting him a sharp glare that he seemed utterly unbothered by - and it exasperated you.

The grin on his lips then was infuriating. “Don’t worry, you’ll do that later.”

Ignoring the very obvious implication of those words, you made a face, but the look in Mark’s eyes when you met his gaze was so goddamn commanding. The dominance to his aura that you had been so intent on destroying was finally getting to you.

“Please,” you whimpered, trying to ignore how pathetic you sounded. “Let me touch you, Mark, please.”

Satisfied, Mark let go of your wrists and his lips immediately fell back on yours, the need to kiss you resurfacing. It was like resuming, pressing play and pause. There was something about hearing and seeing you beg - especially against your will - that he found so arousing. You were so resistant to his dominance and it was all too entertaining to see you finally succumb.

Your hands raced to his shirt and with his own assistance, you hiked it above his head, hands flying to his chest afterwards. For a moment, your eyes opened to ogle at him, wallowing in the sight of his bare skin. Mark began to tug at your blouse and you both began to undress one another, leaving a trail of clothes behind you as you both headed to his bedroom.

By the time you got to his bed, you were stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. Lying flat on your back, you watched as Mark took his sweet time to crawl over you. His hand moved at an agonizingly slow pace from your thighs, to your stomach, to your clothed breasts. You felt as if your breath was stuck in your throat as you anticipated what he would do next, and he finally leaned in your ear, whispering, “You do look good in blue.”

He kissed you there for a little longer, heated and passionate, then pulled you up and said, “Get on your knees.” 

Submissively, you sank to the floor without a fight, which both pleased and surprised Mark. Though the little sly grin playing on your lips was a good enough indicator that you were planning something. And you were. Any other time you would have refused to listen to him without first making an attack on his pride, but you were skilled with your tongue and had a line of people you’d been with to show for it. 

You were resolved to make him unravel - and you would.

The bulge of his dick was prominent through his underwear, of which you tugged down in desperate haste. You had wanted a taste of him for only God knows how long.

His dick sprung against his stomach and by then your mouth was watering. You took him into your palm, smiling up at Mark as you began to leisurely pump him. Your efforts to tease him only became worse, intentionally letting your lips graze the head of his dick every now and then, giving him false hope that you’d finally get to the best part.

“Don’t tease me, doll. You won’t like what’ll happen if you keep up,” Mark warned.

“Punish me, Mark,” you said, smiling broadening.

He wasn’t given the chance to respond before you took his cock into your mouth, a little grunt leaving his mouth instead. You were taking him into your mouth bit by bit, efforts to tease him still lingering. Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and held it behind your neck.

Mark, a man of patience, was beginning to lose the thing he clung to most. He used your hair to force you down on him some more. “Stop fooling around and take it, baby. Put your mouth to good use for once.”

In pursuit of spiting him, you fooled around for a moment longer, though finally gave up contentedly after you figured that you’d frustrated him enough. Soon you were steadily bobbing your head up and down his length, cheeks hollowed, his fingers gripping your hair to control your movements to an extent.

The wet sound of your mouth sucking his dick and his little noises of pleasure echoed throughout the bedroom. You smiled to yourself slyly at a thought you were having. Mark was a groaner. 

He sounded heavenly. You were quick to discover his weaknesses, catching on to how he became noisier. Mark wasn’t the loudest guy that you’d been with, fairly moderate, but he was still unable to hide the signs that said loud and clear you were making him feel good. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw how pleasure was written all over his face, lips parted and his eyes closing from time to time.

That drove Mark borderline insane, you peering up at him like that - and you had already known that it would. At the end of the day, Mark was simply a man, after all. And you had men all figured out.

“Good girl. Just like that,” he praised, pushing your head down a little more.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and you stroked him all the while sucking him off, tasting pre-cum on your tongue. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and it was a pleasure. There was no denying he was close.

When Mark noticed you slowing down in efforts to tease him, he was displeased and decided that he had enough of your schemes. The loosened, relaxed grip on your hair suddenly tightened and he began to thrust into your mouth, taking control. You were good with your mouth and able to take it deep, but the sudden movement caught you off-guard and you began to gag.

“Just when I praise you, you decide you wanna be a little fucking brat,” Mark spat, pulling your hair again. “You just can’t listen, can you?”

You glared up at him, tears pricking your eyes, and the sight made him let out a laugh. He knew as well as the next person that you liked acting tough, but with tears in the corners of your eyes and a cock in your mouth, you looked nothing short of pathetic.

He shot you a withering look, adding, “You always act like you have the whole world in the palm of your hands. You try to get under my skin because you want to see me succumb to the same tricks you play on everyone else, but you know I won’t give an inch and you don’t know how to handle it. Wish you could see how pathetic you look when you shut the hell up and take my cock.”

Right now you wished that he would shut the hell up, but oddly enough, his words were turning you on. You silently prayed that he wouldn’t catch on to how wet you were getting with every passing moment.

Mark was close. His sentences became raspy, deep groans and his pace was relentless, merciless. Like he was trying to bruise the very back of your throat. It took everything in you not to choke out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction in seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He was already enjoying this too much.

Mark groaned, “Fuck. You gonna swallow it, babe?”

As a way of saying ‘yes’, you hummed around his shaft and the vibration was making him lose his mind. You swiftly moved one of your palms to wipe at a streak of tears on your cheeks before he noticed.

You doubted that he did. Mark was in another world, eyes closed as he was overcome by pleasure. The warmth and wetness of your mouth was everything and he was out of control, movements unrestrained. He came in your mouth with a grunt, giving your hair one last violent tug as his climax struck his body. You milked him dry, taking every bit of his cum in your mouth that you could possibly manage.

There was a noise when you rolled him out of your mouth, looking him in his eyes immediately afterwards. Mark was breathless, and so were you, but he could only smile.

You gave him a look, voice slightly hoarse from the throat-fucking as you asked, “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied, smile unfaltering, but it was obviously something. “I’m simply enjoying the way you look with spit and my cum on your lips and chin.”

You rolled your eyes and wiped yourself clean with the back of your hand. “And I was enjoying the way you looked like you were on the verge of losing your shit.”

“Funny how you’re only quiet when you have a dick in your mouth.”

Wittily, you retorted, “Maybe I would shut up if you fucked me.”

Instead of giving you an immediate response, Mark pulled you back onto the mattress, hovering above you as you lay flat on your back. “Mm-hm. That’s why you were moaning my name so loud last night, right? Because you wanted my dick?”

One of his palms slipped underneath the band of your underwear and you let out a little cry of surprise when you felt his fingers brushing against your arousal. You were holding in your breath. It had been so long since anyone had you like this and you were touch-starved, feeling completely deprived of sex and nearly the memory of what it was like.

His free hand gave a loud, resounding smack to your thigh, and you yelped. “That was a question, doll.”

“Yes,” you choked out. “Please. I want it so bad, Mark.”

“So wet, all for me,” he sighed with bliss. His fingers were now plunging inside your pussy, sliding in and out with ease. You hadn’t been this wet in ages. “How long has it been since you were last with someone?”

“I don’t know, like three months,” you guessed, not really wanting to think about it when his touch was all you could focus on. “A really long fucking time, basically.”

Mark made a face, surprised. “No wonder you’re so damn needy.”

His teasing did nothing to help and you were quickly growing impatient. There was no need to explain why it had been so long, you were certain he already knew. With your work schedule there was rarely time to meet new people and you had no one to come home to. But Mark made it too goddamn easy, and considering how hard you worked, you could use a good fuck.

“It’ll be a year by the time you fuck me,” you grumbled, impatient. What more did he want you to do? You sucked him off, begged, and yet he was still torturing you by resisting. It was like he was deliberately trying to get you to lose your goddamn mind, and knowing Mark, you wouldn’t put it past him. It was working.

Mark said nothing, looking at you blithely. And hungrily. There was still a layer of clothes obstructing the view of your bare skin, and greedily his hands flew to the band of your underwear. You bit back a whimper at the feeling of being suddenly empty, but Mark tore your panties past your ankles, and your bra immediately followed as he tugged on the straps.

The sight of your naked body had Mark’s dick throbbing and he swore then that you were Aphrodite. You were driving him past the brink of insanity. He had envisaged your body in his dreams and fantasies, though nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked sprawled out on his sheets and he could only think one thing. Goddamn.

That was it for him. He was still resolved to tease you to sheer hell, but he could keep playing your games while inside of you.

You made a tiny gasp when you felt the head of Mark’s cock prod your folds. The sight of your pussy was his kryptonite - you were dripping with arousal. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you just as much. He pushed the tip in with a raspy groan and made a couple slow, shallow thrusts.

Then a couple turned into too many for you to count and you were becoming impatient. More than you already were. “Mark, hurry the hell up,” you grumbled.

“Mm, no. I think I’ll keep going like this,” Mark teased. After the way you treated him only moments ago, he wasn’t the least bit sympathetic. “I told you, you weren’t going to like what happened if you kept teasing me. Now look.”

Just like he said you wouldn’t, you weren’t liking this. He was agonizingly slow, not deep enough, and it was all deliberate. Karma was a fucking bitch.

“Fuck you,” you spat, insincere.

Mark was totally unbothered, seemingly paying you no mind as he replied, “That’s no way to talk to the man who you’re so wet for. Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Holding back a groan in fear of his changing his mind about reconsidering, you tidied up the sentence you were preparing to say to him and fixed your tone. “Mark, can you please move faster?”

“Don’t you sound so sweet when you ask like a good girl,” Mark sang. Before you could muster a response, he finally thrusted completely into you and you moaned. The way your pussy gripped him was his vice, and you stretched to accommodate his size.

In no time he also discarded his formerly slow pace and adopted a new, speedier one. The way he was pounding you was so deep and perfect and you grabbed his shoulders, desperately needing something to cling to.

This type of experience used to only exist in your head. More often than not, you winded up touching yourself to the thought of the man before you as a way to cope with your stress and lechery. You would close your eyes and picture his dark hair matted by sweat, his face scrunched up with pleasure. You would imagine the noises that he’d make when he finally felt the grip of your pussy around his dick, the way your body responded to his every touch. It got you off too quick, tempting you to march over to his apartment and demand he finished the job.

But you never did. You wanted to see him lose his patience - and you did.

“Pussy’s so damn tight,” Mark groaned, which made you grin smugly. You knew that already.

Mark leaned low and began to press soft kisses into your skin, his thumb brushing over your stiff nipples. He found you utterly beautiful, no flaw in his eyes. The breathy sounds you were making in response felt like hearing an angel.

Although you were enjoying yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing and said, “Don’t be gentle with me, baby.”

Mark smiled softly. “I don’t plan to be, doll.”

When Mark was finished with your breasts, his mouth replaced them, beginning to latch roughly onto your neck. Which made you sigh out in bliss. The feeling of his teeth digging sharply into your flesh made you certain that he was going to leave Mark’s, and you were too fond of it. You wanted Mark to make you his.

Everything was too much in the best way possible. You were intoxicated by the feeling of Mark’s bare cock between your walls, striking the sweetest parts of you. Your mouth parted in too-loud moans of his name.

He gripped your throat, looking you dead in the eyes as he commanded, “Be fucking quiet.”

That made you clench around his length. At first, your eyes widened, but you recovered swiftly and your lips curled into a broad smile as you met Mark’s gaze. The look on your face right then made his cock twitch.

“You like that, huh?” he asked, tightening the grip around your neck. You couldn’t get a single coherent word out, choking, but the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head was more than the perfect answer.

Mark let go of your throat after a moment and began to watch the way your cunt swallowed him whole. It was satisfying to have you at his disposal like this. He was hell bent on taming you, no matter how many fucks it took; the more the merrier. He couldn’t get enough of the way you felt - warm, wet walls clamping tightly around his size - and he knew deep down that there was no way in hell this would be the last time.

There was no going back. He was set on you; you on him. You were different from anyone he had ever been with before, you were a challenge. Brats were something he never thought he would be fond of, wallowing in the fact that most women bent to his will. But you caught onto his behavior fast and opposed it, resolved to break down his walls, and he was game. Mark never went down without a fight, though neither did you, and he liked it too damn much.

Taming you was fun. It was something he never knew that he needed until you suddenly came into his life, providing him a little thrill and excitement on a silver platter. You were so much like him that it was all too easy to read you, to find out what made you tick. And making you feel defeated was what he got out of trying to put a leash on your wildness.

Not too long after, you were moaning in a chant, “Mark,” his words forewarning you to be quiet going in one ear and out of the other. You couldn’t help it. It felt perfect. He was so deep and so thick, making you feel full.

“Brat,” Mark hissed, shaking his head. But with how utterly disobedient you were he didn’t bother to scold you again, taking matters into his own hands by picking your panties and shoving them into your mouth. “That’ll shut you up.”

There was an instant sound of protest and likely you cursing at him, considering how you narrowed your eyes at him, but there was no way for him to tell. Mark smiled tauntingly. “Can’t hear you, babe,” he said.

You raised your middle finger in a silent retaliation, but Mark retaliated back even quicker and lifted your hands above your head, pinning them down to the mattress. You felt so fucking powerless, yet Mark had so much power over you and your body. It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t long before you could finally sense your orgasm building up, a dam on the very verge of breaking loose. Everything felt otherworldly and you swore that you were no longer breathing. Like you were gone, but your body was still physically alive and well. Pleasure ripped through every last vein in your bare body and consumed it in its entirety, swallowing you in its mass.

Mark’s pace was merciless, and when he moved one of his hands to wrap around your throat, so was the tight squeeze on both sides. It was damn near bruising and your eyes were fluttering, but you didn’t want him to stop. You were internally begging that he wouldn’t.

Your panties fell from your mouth and you took the opportunity to ask with a struggle, “Can I please cum, Mark?”

“Let go for me, babe,” Mark grunted, resisting the urge to comment on how pathetic you sounded asking for permission in your hoarse little voice. It came to him as a pleasant surprise, and a satisfying sound that left his dick throbbing.

There was no need to tell you twice. You came with one last cry of his name, back arching as you began to come undone. It was explosive, your entire body reacting to the intensity of it. Your toes clenched and your pussy gripped relentlessly around his shaft. You swore that you were beginning to see stars.

Mark pulled out and came on your stomach with a deep sexy groan, the sight and sound of you at your very climax triggering his own orgasm consecutively. His hands loosened their grip and set you free, and soon you were both lying flat on his bed, panting heavily.

“So,” he began through shallow breaths, and you braced yourself for whatever he could have possibly said next. “How’s that for a weak dick game?”

You glanced at him confused, then suddenly broke into a fit of laughter after you recalled what he was referencing. You had insulted his game. “I take it back,” you replied. “It’s alright.”

Mark raised a brow. “Just alright? Like I didn’t have to put your panties in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop screaming my name?”

“I was not screaming.”

“You were screaming. And…,”

Before he could add anything else - and you knew he would, refusing to let you live anything that happened today down - you smashed your lips against his and carded your fingers through his hair, effectively shutting him up. Mark kissed back with joy, smiling against your lips. All of the other kisses that you two shared had consisted of rough, unrestrained attempts at dominating one another, but this was slow and sweet. It was gentle, and dare you say loving.

“One more round?” you asked when you pulled away.

Mark snickered. “Don’t tempt me, baby. If we start with one it might become two.”

You licked your lips and grinned. That was useful information. “Nope, I’m tempting you. Now give in.”

Mark gave your lips another kiss, but immediately became distracted once he caught another glimpse of the swell of your breasts. “Damn, baby,” he sighed contentedly, running his hands over the shape. “I just fucking might.”

Temptations. Oh, how dangerous they were. But caving into them might have been the best decision you’d ever made - and Mark was living proof.

He was your temptation.

[parkjongsaeng]

The Naked Neighbor (I)

Pairing: Fem!reader x Choi Soobin

Word count: 17k

Genre: Smut, Comedy, Fluff, lighthearted Angst.

Synopsis: Life is dull, until a new neighbor moves in across the street. His name was Soobin, a mysterious loner who lived in his own bubble and was incredibly hard to get close to. One night, as y/n was in her bedroom, she saw Soobin through the window, freshly out of the shower in full view, which accounted for a series of interesting events as she notices a pattern in his nightly routine.

Warnings: mature contents regarding sex and especially voyeurism. Further mentions of drugs and alcohol. This story will also contain mentions of broken homes, parental issues and verbally abusive fights.

What is life right now?  

No seriously. What is it? Because still living at home in the same boring old small town where you wake up in the same bed; to go to the same school, with the same group of friends every single day is not how you imagined your early twenties to be.  

Most of your friends are in committed relationships, some stayed with their high school sweethearts and others fucked around until they found the perfect match but men mostly disgusted you so fucking with strangers was never your forte.  

You repeated the morning routine you always did, quickly chowing a bowl of way too sweet cereal down after getting ready before leaving for school.

College was only a 30-minute drive away, so living on campus never really made sense to you. Especially since your single mother was barely ever home doing god knows what; it always felt like you had your own place anyway.  

You pull up to your best friend’s house like usual, staring down the same street like any other day, waiting for him to come out so you could go to college together.  

He was late once again so you impatiently hit the horn on your steering wheel multiple times, making a rather frazzled-looking Beomgyu open his front door as he scrambles for his last belongings in the hallway.  

You give him an unamused look as you see him throw his bag over his shoulder while he jogged his way over to your car, opening the door to your backseat to throw his bag inside before getting in the passenger’s seat himself with a corny smile on his face.  

“Look what the cat dragged in,” you tease him as you take the car out of park mode, checking your rearview mirror before you swiftly drove onto the main road again.  

“Pfft, good morning to you too, cranky ass. I was up all night working on that report, and I still look better than you so shut up,” he stuck out his tongue at you and you roll your eyes at him.

…the hard part about that statement was that it isn’t a lie. Beomgyu can run his fingers through his long locks and look like the main lead of an anime without any effort and it was super annoying to say the least.  

He eyed you carefully, his eyes softening as he saw you bite your lip. “More shit with your mom?”  

“She didn’t come home all weekend and only texted me last night that she’d be staying with a friend.”  

He pouted at you. “…You know you can just live with me if need be.”  

“I’m fine, I just wish she wasn’t so fucking selfish. Sometimes it feels like I’m the parent.” In the split second, you make eye contact with Beomgyu to see his saddened facial expression, his eyes widened, leaning forward to grab your steering wheel, giving it a hard yank.  

With an alarmed facial expression, you quickly regain composure, tightening the hold on your steering wheel to avoid collision with the car in front of you but in doing so you drove onto the curb and into a random pole which made you hit your forehead on the dashboard.  

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[parkjongsaeng]

gorgeous | lmh ( m )

you don’t know what in the football uniform mark is wearing is so attractive. maybe it’s how broad is shoulders always look in that jersey. maybe it’s how nicely accentuated his ass is when he’s running. or, maybe, just maybe, it’s how painfully conspicuous the outline of his cock is through those pants.  

or, you know. all of the above.  

pairing: mark x reader rating: R genre: college / football au, romance, humor, smut warnings: kind of feels like pwp with just a bit of background pining I guess, semi-public (?) sex, oral sex, just good ol’ fashioned smut perhaps with minimal dirty talk. nothing depraved (yet). please be sure that you are 18+ to read! word count: 12.4k

author’s notes: i literally have nothing to say like . i just wanted to post something that would gain me access into the 18+ section of the nctzen library i guess :^) this is once again an edited fic, but it is pretty unbeta’d, so i’d love for anyone to point out any mistakes they see! since this has explicit content, please do not read this unless you are of age! honesty is the best policy, everyone. :^) enjoy !

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You know you’re done for the moment the sky opens up and starts raining.  

You can’t even get off the field and run from the rain because it’s all a part of the whole cheerleading gig; if the playing team’s on the field, then you have to be, too.  

Sometimes, you think that there are more drawbacks to being in this position. For one, it’s completely risk-heavy; you can’t remember a game where someone didn’t at least obtain a sprain or slip on the mud in front of five hundred people while trying to still look like everything’s fine. Pile on other issues, like having to cut back hours of free time in a week to practice, having to constantly fit and refit uniforms that you also have to shell out your own money for (because what else is the university’s budget for if not to pay for a yet another science lab?), and dealing with slightly catty teammates because on no particular day of the month is the entire team period-free, and you almost have a deal ready to be broken.  

Just almost, though.  

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[parkjongsaeng]

FREAK-S | PART 1 ⏤ Jake's Hot, Very Hot Friend.

pairing: enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

summary:  your childhood best friend jake recognizes in the crowd of their show and you get pulled backstage by a staff, one thing you didn’t know was the main reason is something they had in their minds for a while. before you read .

warnings: explicit smut, fivesome, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, double penetrating (oral sex and vaginal sex), mentions of anal (will take place in the other part), masturbating, hyung line masturbating together, things get a little homo, boys kissing each other, cum eating, oral sex (both receiving), throat fucking, hyung line is obsessed with your tits. jake's daddy kink strikes towards the end. heeseung is in denial that he enjoys seeing his members kissing. (i am going to hell)

a/n: *nervous laughter*

“Jake! Hey! Wait for me.” you ran behind him, finally grabbing his backpack for him to stop. He was out of soccer practice and sweaty as fuck, he probably wanted to go home immediately. 

“Oh, fuck, sorry!” He turned around with a pretty smile plastered on his face, wiping his sweat from his face with his t-shirt, abs on display for your eyes. 

Your best friend, really was something else. You always had a huge crush on him since you were kids and it didn’t help that he kept getting hotter each year as he aged. He was a heartthrob in your school too and you knew he got so many girls, he even did it once in your own bedroom at a party that was held in your house. 

But he was still Jake, your best friend you shared everything with. 

“Do you wanna walk together?” He suggested, reaching his arm at you for you to hold. You chuckled at his behavior, locking arms with him as you started walking. Even when he was sweaty, he smelled heavenly to you, but you stopped the dirty thoughts running in your mind, knowing Jake has no sexual attraction towards you. 

“How was last night?” You raised your eyebrows, beaming at him shyly. The thing is, acting like you don’t have a fat crush on him was so hard, when Jake was so open talking about his sex life with you, but you had to, so he wouldn’t think something weird was going on. So almost every week you asked him, and he told you how he fucked girls sideways or doggy or whatever his fantasy was in his mind that day and he wanted to try it. 

You always wanted him to consider you as someone who can fuck with (literally) but sadly, he always saw you as his little innocent best friend who is even scared to show a finger inside of her tight pussy. When that slipped out of your mind, you were heavily drunk, and you regret it badly since Jake teased you a lot about it, showing his index finger at you in the class, indicating fingering motions and then giggling, leaving you as red as a tomato. 

But today when you asked him how his one night stand was, you heard something you never expected before. 

“I had a… uhm, threesome?” He bit his lip after saying it, then bursting into laughter, giggling as he looked down. You stopped in your tracks, making him automatically stop as well since your arms were locked. 

“You had what?” 

His cheeks got red when your eyes stared at him in shock, it was the first time you were seeing him actually getting flustered after confessing what he had done. 

“Before you ask, it wasn’t two boys, it was me and two girls.” He winked at you, grabbing your arm again to literally drag you for you to walk. Like, that was the last question in your head, you wouldn’t be surprised if he fucked a guy at this point. 

You tried to be bold, and didn’t want to look like the church girl you were before you talked. “Was it fun?” 

When you asked that question, other than wondering how Jake felt having a threesome, you actually wanted to know how it went down. You sucked in your bottom lip when you thinked about the porn you watched the other day and it was not a threesome it was actually four dudes passing over a girl. Now with the information Jake threw at you, you felt your panties getting wet, your fantasies merging in your head. 

“It was so fucking hot.” He licked his lips again, his tongue pink and long, probably was diving into not one but two girls' pussies last night. You huffed, trying to push your thoughts away again. 

“They were like, they were all over me? Like, I was eating pussy and fucking one at the same time.” He groaned, cheekily looking down to check if his boxers were already tenting, but you realized. 

You gulped, not knowing what to say. “Sounds good. I hope I can do it one day too.” 

This time Jake stopped all of a sudden, looking at you with a smirk on his face, “Hey, what the fuck?” 

“Do you think I don’t have any fantasies, Jake? I probably watch more porn than you do.” His eyes widened, looking at you in awe. 

“Ayee, look at my girl.” He pinched your cheeks and started laughing at your confession, making you feel all flustered and weird in the middle of the street. You were already regretting sharing another dirty secret with him but…

… you would never know years later it would come handy. 

—

“You are silly for thinking he remembers you.” Your friend passed you her blush she had in her makeup bag, as she watched you getting ready for the concert. You rolled your eyes at her, adding more blush on your face. 

It has been a few years since Jake left to be an idol in Korea, and you lost contact. Even if you did, it was impossible to talk to him anyways, his schedule was so packed. But when you found out your ex best friend and your ex-crush was coming to his hometown again, you knew you had to see him. 

But since you had no contacts, you managed to get VIP tickets which you have access to meet him. Even though you knew he was going to remember you, your friend was making you nervous. Not because he wouldn’t remember you because he belongs to another world now. 

It was because of your drastic change since Jake left. You were no longer a virgin and you weren’t scared to finger yourself. You learned how to style your hair and overall, you looked different, hotter… like the girls he used to fuck around. 

That’s why you had your doubts but, him not remembering you would also be a compliment. So you ignored your feelings and kept applying your makeup calmly. 

When you arrived at the venue, and saw his face on the big posters, along with the other guys, you felt your heart skip a beat. You were nervous to see him again. 

—

After the concert, when you were about to leave, because you saw Jake and his performance and everything and thought he is way out of your league now no matter what but a staff tapped your shoulder smiling at you kindly. 

“Miss Y/N — Y/L/N? That’s your name right?” 

You frowned but tried to smile as you replied, “Yes?” 

“Jake wants you backstage. So if you want to…” 

You had no fucking idea how Jake even spotted you in the crowd, yes your ticket was VIP and you were in a front row somewhere but you still didn’t realize how he managed that. You didn’t even look like yourself. 

You managed to nod your head, and she started walking, you just followed her, seeing some jealous eyes staring at you as you did. 

She stopped and knocked on one door, peeking her head to see who was inside? 

“Oh Sunoo Ssi, I am sorry!” She giggled. waiting for the boy to talk to him, You heard footsteps coming closer and you met with flawless skin and beautiful fox eyes staring at you. 

“It’s okay.” He smiled, and then looked at you with sweet eyes, “I am taking her to Jake.” she said before Sunoo asked, and he just nodded, “They are in the next room!” 

She nodded to him and started walking with you again, you nervously followed her, thinking about how Jake would react to seeing you. 

The door opened and you faced, 4 guys, two of them manspreading on the leather couch they had, one was shirtless, drying up his sweat with a towel and the other one, Jake, scrolling down his phone, leaned against a table. 

They all turned their heads and stared at you in awe, your mini skirt and crop top looking amazing on your curves and the boots you were wearing made your legs longer. You didn’t have lots of makeup but your eyes stared at them all glossy and pretty. 

Jake dropped his phone on the table, he walked up to you slowly, “Thank you.” He smiled at the staff for her to leave now and she just nodded and left the room, leaving you with hungry eyes staring at you. 

Jake grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you against his chest, his arms snaking your waist so tight as he hugged you. “I missed you so much.” 

You had a sigh of relief, now knowing Jake remembers you. You were in his arms after years and it felt so good. You missed your best friend so much. 

“You didn’t even bother to reach out to me.” You grabbed his face in your hands, looking at his eyes, the eyes you missed so much. He tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek sweetly. “Now you are here.” 

When you nodded, and smiled at Jake, you suddenly became unaware of the curious eyes watching you, Heeseung’s eyes were shamelessly staring at your legs, and when he fixed his bulge with his hand, Jay coughed, showing him with his shoulder. Although it wasn’t any different for him, you were extremely gorgeous and sexy, you were the girl they all described their dream girl as. 

Meanwhile Sunghoon was already smirking, seeing Jake lovey dovey with a girl for the first time, and his plan finding its missing piece, you. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Jake?” Sunghoon walked up to you, still shirtless but he put on his leather jacket that he wore on stage, which looked extremely hot and dangerous. Just from his dark mysterious eyes you were sure he was passionate about everything he does, including sex. 

“This is my Y/N my childhood friend.” He smiled, hugging you from your back as you shook Sunghoon’s hand. “I guess you already know my name.” 

“Stop being a dick.” Jake giggled, pulling you closer to his body and getting you away from Sunghoon to drag you to the couch, where Heeseung didn’t even bother to close his legs. His leather pants sat tight on his body, his white sleeveles tee was stuck to his defined abs and his hair was disheveled, like he just had the most steamy sex ever. 

“This is Heeseung.” He whispered to your ear, not taking his arms away from your waist, almost in a protective way. Heeseung’s gaze was dark and he was beautiful, and his sitting position wasn’t helping along with Jake’s front pressed onto your back. “Hey.” You mumbled to him shyly, which he returned with a smug smile on his face. 

“And, I am Jay, nice to meet you Y/N.” He reached his hand for you to shake and you did, your eyes met as you stared up at his face. Jay seemed cooler and calmer next to others you thought. 

Jake dragged you to a quiet corner in the same room, wanting to have a more private conversation with you, but you felt Sunghoon’s eyes on you with his devilish smirk on his lips. You couldn’t push back the thought of being involved with them sexually, they were all so good looking, and it made you clench yourself slightly, hoping Jake won’t understand. 

“Will you be around?” You smiled at him, obviously wanting to spend more time with your childhood friend and his new friends. Jake smirked, nodding his head. 

“Do you want to come to my hotel tomorrow night? We will hang out?” He asked, his not so innocent smile coating his face, you knew Jake so well, that smile showed he was up to no good. 

“Your room, or…”, You eyed Sunghoon, meeting with his gaze again, and bit your lips lightly as you looked down and pretended to get shy, “ ‘Your’ room?” 

Jake looked back, seeing Sunghoon staring at you two shamelessly at this point, and the other two boys turning around to see what was going on as well. 

“Do you still want to try it?” Jake bit his lips after his question, he couldn’t help but stare at your boobs for a second before his eyes met with yours again. You raised your eyebrows, not understanding what he means, “Try what, Jake?” 

“Look I am going to be honest, do you wanna have sex with all of us? At the same time? Like all together?” 

You blinked your eyes several times, staring at him dumbfounded, this was the last thing you would expect hearing from Jake’s mouth. He wanted to fuck you, not alone, but with his mates. 

“All together?” You smirked, eyeing the other boys in the room. You saw Jay smirking as he was gulping down his water, his eyes were on you the whole time as he drank it. Heeseung got up and walked next to Sunghoon to stand beside him, he took his jacket off and then his white tee following, he obviously was putting on a show for you. He put a towel over his neck and acted like he didn’t bother. 

“C’mon baby. It will be fun. Also I won’t let them hurt you.” Jake pinched your cheek like it was the old days. It was obvious this was all planned beforehand, you weren’t in this room just because you were Jake’s childhood friend, but also the perfect candidate for their little fantasy they have been wanting to do for a while. 

“Do you think some dick can hurt me?” You raised your eyebrows at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest like you were offended. 

Jake smirked again, his lip traced the corner of his mouth before he leaned in to whisper, 

“Taking it from multiple places, might.” 

You stomach twitched with excitement, oh you wanted this so badly. It was something that can happen once in a lifetime, you still badly wanting to have sex with more than one person and you had four hot guys wanting you to agree to fuck them. 

“Deal.” You smiled at Jake and then palmed him over his tight pants, making him hiss into your ear. “Always wanted to do that.” You beamed at him, getting out of his embrace and standing in the middle of the room. “So, I will see you tomorrow night?” You pushed your hair from your face and fluttered your eyelashes at them. Sunghoon came closer to you and hugged you, like he was a friend and whispered. 

“Can’t wait to destroy you, beautiful.”

—

before concert

“Mhmmm, yeah.” Sunghoon grabbed his cock over his pants, side eyeing Jake to see his head dropped back to the wall as they were sitting on the floor, and his hand was already inside of his pants. 

“Man! Told you not actually jerk off when we are together, ugh.” He stopped the porn they were watching, looking at Jake’s hand in his boxers. 

Jake rolled his eyes, but he kept jerking himself off, he was so close he couldn’t bother with Sunghoon at that moment. 

When Jake came up to Sunghoon that day, telling him he found the perfect porn where four guys fuck one girl, and he literally begged for him to watch it. This was their fantasy since day one, to fuck a girl together. They weren’t ashamed of each other anymore but they still wanted some boundaries. 

Actually it wasn’t the first time they jerked off together, finding porn and watching it together was something they did rarely. But it was always Jake who shamelessly jerked himself off in front of his friends while Sunghoon was the one who kept palming himself and squirming on his seat until he couldn't resist anymore and go deal with it in the shower. And Jay was also the same, he usually dealt with it in the shower or sitting behind them, so they wouldn't see him jerking off ruthlessly. 

And for Heeseung, he teased them for getting turned on at porn so much, and he claimed they would chicken out if a fivesome would actually happen. But he also secretly jerked off to the same link over and over, he was lucky because he was staying in a single room. 

Sunghoon mumbled a ‘fuck it’ and unbuckled his belt, taking out his hard cock from his boxers and jerking himself off in a fast pace. Jake laughed, he was breathing heavily, their pace got faster when the girls whines and cries got louder and louder, which made Jay storm into the room, only to see his friends jerking off next to each other. 

“What the actual fuck? We are not in the dorm.” Was his first words, until he heard the filthy moans and slapping sounds coming from the laptop between their legs. He sat down next to Jake, first looking at his hard cock, unintentionally, before turning his gaze at the screen, seeing a woman getting railed by 4 men. Her ass and pussy was stuffed with their dicks, one of them was sucking on her tits like his life depended on it and the other one was jerking himself off, filming everything. 

Jay gulped, looking at Sunghoon and Jake and how their mouths were parted with pleasure, and the sounds coming from their slick dicks mixed with the woman’s moans on the screen. 

“I hate you both so fucking much.” He unbuckled his belt and tugged at his cock, just seeing it a few minutes was enough to make him rock hard. He played with his slit first to tease himself before Sunghoon tsked at him, “I don’t think you have time for that.” 

Jay sucked his lips in his mouth, and started pumping his dick, following the rhythm of his friends. He hoped in his mind, no one was hearing them, not only watching porn but doing it together and masturbating. 

“Fuckkkkkkk, I am cumming, close your eyes.” Jake moaned, only for Jay's hand to be closed over his plump lips, he heard his friend’s orgasm way too many times now, and he was always so loud. When Jake cummed, both Sunghoon and Jay didn’t close their eyes, as Jake told them too, instead they watched his cum spurting from his tip, all over his hands. 

Post nut clarity hit him hard, he realized he was sitting between them as they jerked off for their life. Just when he was about to get up, Heeseung opened the door, looking at Jake’s cum covered hand and the situation that was going on the floor. 

“Are you guys for real?” He laughed, coming closer to the laptop to see the porn they were watching. He rolled his eyes. “If you are so into this, we can do it.” 

Heeseung’s words made Sunghoon cum with a loud moan, his hyung’s offer sounded better than ever. The thought of one girl squirming under them was getting him going whenever he thinks about it. On the other hand, Jay was all turned off, having them all in the room and being the only one still masturbating. 

He let go of his dick, staring at his hyung and the others, “Can you leave?” 

“Jay, stop being weird.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes before he got up and grabbed a paper towel to wipe his cum on his hands, he teared some for Jake too, and watched him wiping his cum while still sitting next to Jay. 

“Okay turn around then.” He raised one eyebrow and they all agreed, turning their faces away from him before he continued the porn, and pumped his dick so fast, the inside of his palms almost burned with the sensation, he wanted his release but he hated that he wasn't alone. 

When he started letting out pained loud whines they all knew he finally cummed, Heeseung turned around with a smirk and passed Jay some paper towels as well. 

“We are doing this. You better pick a girl from the crowd tonight.” Was his last words before he left the room, shaking his head and laughing at the situation that just happened. 

—

And this whole event was the reason you were standing behind a hotel door, hearing loud laughs and talking from the other side. You were excited and a little bit tipsy, you took down some shots for courage but you regret not doing more as you stood behind the door. 

You knocked, hearing the laughs coming to an end and footsteps getting louder. Jake opened the door to you, smiling when he saw your pretty eyes staring at him in anticipation. 

“Hi, darling. We were waiting for you.” He hugged you, pulling you inside from your waist, you rested your chin on Jake’s shoulder, his manly cologne filling your nostrils. He grabbed your hand after the hug and pulled you to the bedroom area of their suite, where you saw Heeseung sitting on the couch, his legs wide open again, and Sunghoon and Jay sitting at the edge of the spacious bed, talking about something. When Jake stepped in with you, they all turned their attention to you. 

“Oh, look who’s here.” Sunghoon talked, getting up from the bed and hugging you like the last time, he kissed your cheek, which made you even wetter. You didn’t know what to do so you just clinged onto Jake, the only person you knew. 

“Baby, why don’t you get yourself comfortable on the bed, mhm?” Jake mumbled, caressing your cheek with his thumb before he let Jay get up from the bed too and made you sit. He kneeled in front of you, and caressed your knees with his hands, before he talked. 

“Will you be okay with this?” He kissed your knees, staring up at you, other boys staring at your lips for your answer, you gulped before you nodded slowly, thinking which one of them was going to fuck you first. 

“My good girl, when did you grow up so much?” He giggled, kept kissing your knees and went up to your thighs, his both hands grabbing your upper legs and massaging them as he kissed your skin. 

“You are not waiting for us to just watch, right?” Jay tsked, kneeling next to Jake, he gave a kiss to your knee, pushing your skirt to your waist to see your choice of underwear. You wanted to close your legs but both of them held your legs open from each side, as they kept kissing your inner thighs, for you to get relaxed. 

“God, you guys are so clingy.” Heeseung got up and walked around the bed to sit behind you, he held your tits over your blouse which made you let out a sharp moan. “See, now she is reacting. You like that don’t you, baby?” He squeezed them again, latching his lips against your neck. Jay and Jake stopped kissing your legs and stared up at their hyung and how he was making you moan like a crazy woman. 

“Heeseung mhmm.” You moaned his name, tilting your neck to the side even more to give him access to your throat. He tsked, pinching your nipples over your blouse this time, grunting at the taste of your skin. “They are so sensitive aren’t they, baby?” He licked a bold stripe of your neck, pushing your tits up and together, making the others drool at the sight, then he pushed them up and down, bouncing them for the boys who were watching him with hungry eyes. 

“Hyung, what the fuckkkkkk.” Jake groaned, getting closer to your tits, and riling up your shirt, seeing you not wearing a bra underneath, and your nipples erected perfectly. Jay put his hand between your legs, and attacked your tits before Jake, or Heeseung, latching his tongue on your nipple, and rolling it around, before closing his mouth over your bud. 

“Fuck!” you groaned, looking down at how Jay was rolling your nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Y’all gonna watch?” He smirked, kissing right under your boob. 

Sunghoon finally made a move and got rid of his shirt, he got on bed next to Heeseung and they made you lay down on your back. You smirked at Sunghoon, when he pushed your hair back from your face before he took your top off and threw it on the floor. 

“Who will suck them better?” He challenged the others, as his thumb rolled the nipple Jay was previously sucking. Heeseung also pinched the other in his hand, you let out a guttural moan for him again. 

“Well, obviously me.” He said, giving light pinches to your nipples as he teased them under his index finger. 

“I can suck them better, right baby?” Jake climbed onto the bed, his hands roaming around your sides before he leaned in and sucked the nipple in his mouth, only sucking with his plump lips, before his tongue grazed your buds. 

“Why don’t you suck them together?” You suggested, pulling Heeseung and Sunghoon’s faces closer to your chest, Heeseung’s nose nudged at your nipple. “Jay, come here, baby.” You reached your hand to him as well, he obeyed you in silence as he sat next to Heeseung, four guys, staring at your tits in awe. 

“Jake, how come you never touched her before?” Sunghoon grabbed your one boob and hit it from the underside and watched it jiggle, “So fucking pretty.” 

“She wasn’t even able to finger herself back then.” Jake pouted his lips as he happened to lean down with him, both of their lips licked a bold stripe over your nipple, you moaned, seeing their tongues touching each other. Sunghoon got up, leaving his tongue outside as he talked. 

“Bro, this is some gay shit, I literally sucked your tongue in.” He made a disgusted face as Jake kept unbothered, licking more of your tits, laughing against your skin. “You sure you wanna do this?” 

You heard Heeseung mumbling a fuck it before he leaned in over your other nipple, sucking it like a thirsty man finding water, he sucked, and bit your bud, rolling his eyes at the feeling of them getting harder with his every move. Jay also leaned in with Heeseung, basically sharing a kiss with his hyung as he started giving kitten licks to your nipples, their tongues fighting over your skin to make you moan louder. 

Jake smirked again before pressing his tongue flat against your tit, looking at Sunghoon, “You coming or no?” 

He rolled his eyes before he leaned in, sucking the side of your boob, before his tongue joined Jake’s rolling your nipple with his wet muscle. 

Your view was something that you can’t explain, it was everything your wet dreams were made of. Four hot guys were devouring your tits, so messily and so wet, their humming and whines were so dirty, your head rolled back as you let out a loud whimper from the overstimulation. When you looked back up, you saw Heeseung’s doe eyes staring at you, his saliva mixing up with Jay’s and dripping down your sides. You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp for him to move on. 

“So good!” You screamed, rubbing your legs together, you were dripping to your panties, you thought you were about to cum. 

Your other hand gripped Sunghoon’s hair, tugging his silver locks before you pushed him more into your boob, making him let out a muffled moan. “Are you going to cum?” Jay asked, licking between your boobs before sucking the inner side. 

“Jay, I need your lips on my pussy too, please…” You whined at him, squirming as he traveled down between your legs and taking off your skirt. He straddled you as he watched the heads beside your body, too lost from having a tit in their mouth. 

He pulled your panties down in the meantime, putting a finger between your legs and collecting your wetness all over his fingers. You sucked your lip in, staring at his eyes as your hands played with Jake’s hair this time. He pushed their heads slowly, smearing your wetness on your boobs, before he leaned in and sucked it himself, slurping all the saliva his friends left on your perky nipples. 

You pushed Jay’s head from your chest as well, wiggling yourself upwards until your bare back hit the headrest of the bed, and that’s when you realized you were fully naked, when only Sunghoon was missing a shirt. It felt even more dirty but you liked it. They were sitting on their knees in front of you, waiting for you to say something, you closed your legs, smirking. 

“What? Are you going to make us beg for it now?” Heeseung grunted, his lips all puffy and wet from sucking your nipples. You bit your lips and opened your legs, a shot of arousal running down to your butthole. 

“Fuck.” Jake grunted, leaning in but you pushed him with the back of your foot from his shoulder. “Na-ah.”

He grabbed your ankle and gave a kiss to your bone, rubbing your calves in a caring way, “What do you want from us baby, tell me?” He whined, almost begging. 

“I wanna see your cocks first.” You pouted, closing your legs again as you teasingly squeezed your tit before you let it go, making it bounce a little. 

Sunghoon was the first to unbuckle his belt, he forgot he was in the same room with them, he quickly kicked himself out of his jeans and boxers, leaving himself naked. You smiled, crawled on the bed, being eye level with his thick and big cock, it was so beautiful, you wanted it in your mouth and in your ass. 

You traced your finger under his cock, feeling the vein against your fingertip, “Come to the bed with me.” You gave him your hand, awarding him for being first to show his cock, you made him lay next to you as the other stood in the middle of the room like they were lost. 

“Can I play with you?” He asked, wanting to force your legs open but you slapped his hand before you leaned into his ear, “If you behave, I will let you fuck my ass.” 

His cock twitched at what you said, he let out a groan and rested his back to the headboard as your hand traced his lower stomach and abs, when your eyes were focused on the other three. They had no idea what you said to Sunghoon. 

Jake was the second to strip down from all his clothes and make his way next to you, kissing and licking your collarbones. “Jakey, you get to fuck my ass too.” You caress his cheeks gently, and then your one hand travels down to his hard cock to play with his slit, “Oh, so slippery.” You giggle, spreading his precum over the head of cock, as Sunghoon watched everything in HD.

“You two, sit and play with yourselves while I take care of them.” You tell Jay and Heeseung, who were still clothed. Heeseung whined, unbuckling his belt as well, along with Jay, they stripped from all their clothes as they men spread on the couch across the bed, their cocks were rock hard and they looked so delicious. 

“Jake, would you ever think we would end up like this?” You winked at him, putting your both hands on their cocks, and jerking them off in a deadly slow pace, Sunghoon eyed Jake too see his reaction and caught him looking at him. “Answer her.” He shrugged, trying to make this situation look more normal. 

“Back then you weren’t even able to finger your little pussy so, no.” 

Jay moaned so loudly at the words ‘fingering’ and your ‘little pussy’ being mentioned, his hand going a little faster on his cock. 

“Before everything, I want them,” You pointed at Jay and Heeseung with your finger, “To eat me out.” 

“Change of plans?” Heeseung raised his eyebrows at you, putting his knee on the bed and kneeled to look at your pretty pussy. “My god, this is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.” He mumbled, parting your pussy lips with his fingers, and Jake grabbed your knee and pulled your one leg to your chest, for his hyung to have more access. Sunghoon copied him, pressing your other leg as well, your hole all open and dripping for Heeseung’s eyes. 

He rubbed your opening, moving his index finger up and down, you were ready to suck him inside, when he smeared your wetness all over your folds. You looked at Jay who was standing before the bed, watching Heeseung toying with your pussy. Meanwhile your hands still jerked the other two off, but so so slowly, not enough for them to cum. 

“Do you see Jay? Do you see how wet she is?” Heeseung talked whimpering, finally leaning in and licking a bold stripe of your cunt. 

“Oh, fuck!” You screamed, without realizing, squeezing Jake and Sunghoon’s cocks in your hands and making them moan in pain. 

“Baby, oh my god! We can take you one by one if you are gonna do this.” Jake groaned at you. You just rolled your eyes and sucked in your lips as you focused on Heeseung’s pretty lips on your pussy. 

Jay dived in next to Heeseung, kissing your inner thighs and rubbing his hands on them, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it next to his hyung’s.

Heeseung moaned when he felt Jay’s wet muscle touching against his, and he saw his pointy nose rubbing along your clit so he pushed his face more, fighting with him to suck your pussy. 

“Hyung! Stop being selfish!” Jay whined and pushed him with his shoulder, but after a while, you were cumming, shaking and crying, your cum leaking through your pretty tight hole. 

“So yummy.” Heeseung talked, before he started giving kitten licks to your cunt, and Jay followed him, their tongues picking your cum as they licked at your pussy so deliciously. When you dared to look down and saw their tongues on your slit and their eyes closed with pleasure, you whined, and almost cummed again. 

“Stop! Too much!” You groaned in pleasure, when Heeseung pushed his tongue in your relaxed cunt, teasing the opening by poking against it. “Baby stop, please, I can’t.” You let go of Jake’s thick cock and massaged Heeseung’s hair, pulling him from your pussy. 

“That was so fucking good.” Sunghoon groaned, staring at Jay and Heeseung’s wet and sticky mouths, “How does she taste like?” 

Now that was a tricky question for him to ask because, right at that moment, no one in that room was thinking with their actual brain. Jake and Sunghoon getting jerked off by the same girl while she gets her pussy creamed by their hyungs was not something anyone had imagined. It was too much, in an amazing way, but they didn’t think of the aftermath. 

When Jay pulled Sunghoon from the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth against his, and basically showing his tongue over his lips, things started to get real weird. 

Sunghoon moaned, tasting your sticky cum and Jay’s saliva against his tongue, but the realization hit him later, the fact that he was kissing Jay. He broke the kiss, looking in shock at him, like the other three. 

“We said no gay shit.” He mumbled, looking down. 

“What the actual fuck, Jay?” Heeseung groaned, he was never going to admit this was the best thing he ever saw in his life. 

“That was so hot.” You moaned, kind of jealous that someone actually kissed and it wasn’t you. And Jake’s lips were parted, still in shock after what happened. 

“I wanna taste her too.” Jake spoke up, you got excited that he was going to lick you but instead, he leaned over to Jay, sucking his lips in, moaning when your cum dripped to his tongue.

“Why is no one kissing her?” Heeseung rolled his eyes, leaning into your body and smashing his lips against yours, thinking he is the only one there to actually pleasure you. You moaned into his mouth at the sudden contact but in no time, you let go of everything and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him rub his cock along your folds as you kissed. He was groaning and whining against your mouth, the slick sounds coming from your pussy rubbing against his member was so hot, you wanted him to be inside so badly. 

“This is getting messier than I thought.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes, when he watched his friends breaking the kiss and his hyung humping you next to him. 

Heeseung smirked against your lips and rotated his face to him, your lips automatically making contact with his cheek as he spoke. “Are you jealous?” 

“I am the one who is going to arrange her guts so, no?” He crossed his arms and his body got stiff as he raised his eyebrows. Meanwhile Jake was still licking his own lips, tasting the aroma of you and Jay mixed. He had some thoughts that he hated but he pushed them away before he rolled over on the bed, leaning next to you and kissing your cheek. “Should we open you up or you want Heeseung first?” 

Heeseung gave you an adorable look, just with one move, he was going to slip inside so you needed to make your decision cleverly. You smirked, pulling Heeseung from his ass to your core even more, “I want him to fuck me first.”

“Good news.” He grunted and pushed inside forcefully, you let out a loud groan as he filled your insides completely with his thick cock. “Heeseung! You are so big!” You cried out, looking down at the connection point as you bit your lips at how your pussy was parted open by his cock. 

Others gathered around looked, Jake’s mouth opening at the sight of Heeseung’s dick completely disappeared inside of you. 

“She fucking swallowed you…” Jay mumbled, scratching the nape of his neck before he saw tears falling down from your face, he came closer and rubbed your cheeks. “Oh baby, does it hurt that much? How are you gonna take Jake and Sunghoon then?” 

You sobbed before you pushed his hand away, looking at the other guys. “It doesn’t hurt! I can take everyone in this room.” You said playfully, then kissed Heeseung for him to move. 

“Mhm, such a good girl, aren’t you?” Heeseung grabbed the headboard behind your head and started pounding into your wet cunt. You sucked your lips in and closed your eyes, letting him destroy you. Sunghoon on the other hand, grabbed one of your tits and rolled your nipple between his fingers, trying to get a reaction out of you, but instead Heeseung moaned at the sight of your nipple getting abused by Sunghoon’s finger. “She has the prettiest tits ever.” 

Jake was so stunned by the voice your pussy made, every time his hyung pounded into you. He felt his cock stir, he thought he was going to cum from the sounds and the beautiful sight. Jay leaned over and grabbed your other boob, pushing it to the other one as he played with it. “It’s better than the porn we watched.” 

Your eyebrows were knitted until you heard what Jay said, which made you softly smile. “Aw, do you guys watch it together?” 

Jay nodded softly and leaned into your ear, “We do. I can show some tricks that I learnt from it, if you want… of course.” You giggled and shook your head, as Heeseung kept moving in and out. “So in the porn, the girl was getting fucked, just like you.” He pointed to Heeseung with his head and then scrawled on the bed until he was on his knees behind your head, his cock hot and heavy above you, “And she also had a cock in her mouth.”

You licked your lips and stared at his cock in anticipation, you wanted him in your mouth so badly. You felt Sunghoon’s lips on your nipple, sucking it gently and giving you a puppy look, “Can you take Jay in your mouth baby? C’mon, give me and Jake a nice show, let us watch you getting fucked from both ends.” He swiped his tongue over your bud again, then twirling it and smiling, “Please?”

Although Sunghoon was talking so softly like nothing was going on in the room, Heeseung’s thrusts were actually getting harder and harder and the top of your head was already banging against Jay’s thighs by how hard he was fucking into you. “Oh, she is gonna cum, that’s why she went all silent.” Heeseung mumbled, giving your stomach a soft slap, “Are you gonna take Jay, baby? Should I slow down?”

You grabbed his wrist and shook your head. “No! Keep going, I can take him.” You mumbled, grabbing Jay’s cock over your face and pumping it in your hand slowly, his cock was so beautiful and your mouth salivated with the view. Jay was looking down at you watching your every move, as Sunghoon and Jake grabbed their cocks already to jerk off to the scene that was happening. 

You took Jay in your mouth, moaning when the tip of his and Heeseung’s dick hit the right places at the same time. You closed your eyes, licking the underside of his cock before you sucked him in, and he also pushed his hips down, burying himself deep in your mouth. 

Jake’s hand movement got faster when he saw Jay’s bulge forming on your throat. He never thought it would have been so sexy, he felt blood pumping louder in his veins when he gulped and looked over Sunghoon. 

He was cumming all over his hand. 

“Bro...” 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, having no time to be ashamed of himself, he gathered his cum and returned back to your tits, massaging them with his slick. You were a moaning whimpering mess, when his fingers added to the pleasure, and his thick white substance was gliding over your tits. He gathered some more, coating your other nipple as well, squeezing them under his palms, so sticky and wet. 

“It’s obvious you are the one who watches the most porn.” Heeseung rolled his eyes at him, watching him gently playing with your boobs. “We will never talk about this, hyung.” Sunghoon murmured, putting his attention to your throat which was getting literally assaulted with Jay’s thick cock. 

Jake giggled, “You mean that you almost came untouched?” 

“Oh my god shut up.” Jay got angry, getting distracted at all the bickering. He wanted to fuck your throat in peace, not with their stupid nonsense. You lifted one of your hands and played with Jay’s balls, and tickled his thighs as he set a steady rhythm in your mouth, you just let him take over, not caring about getting breathless. 

“Fuck, cumming.” Heeseung mumbled, his hands landing on the sides of your hips, as he started a faster but sloppier pace, your toes curled and your free hand squeezed the duvet underneath, when Heeseung’s hot cum filled your insides. He was making sounds that made you clench uncontrollably around him, his seed spilling inside you felt so fucking good. 

“Ah— fuck, she is milking me so fucking good.” 

You clenched your walls on purpose, making Heeseung hiss. He tilted his head at you, seeing that you were busy socking cock, he crawled over your body and pushed Jay from your mouth, his dick slipping out from your lips with a string of saliva. 

Heeseung crashed your lips into his, kissing you passionately, showing his tongue down your throat before sucking your lips harshly and breaking the kiss. “Thank you, baby. That was amazing.” 

Your head started spinning when you realized Heeseung was ‘romantic’ enough to have sex with you with this three buddies and pushing one of them from your mouth just to thank you with a passionate kiss. 

No, he was insane. 

You smiled, licking his lips by sticking your tongue out and pressing it flat on his mouth, “Anytime, daddy.” 

Loudest moan of the night came from Jake, cumming so hard on his palm, it even hit your stomach and Heeseung’s arm a little bit. The bed was big but it was still a small area let’s say. Heeseung’s face scrunched up, and his eyes closed, feeling Jake’s cum running down his bicep. He turned around, staring at him. “What the fuck?” 

Jake didn’t give a fuck, he just scooted closer to your body, held your face in cum covered hands, “Call me daddy too, I beg you.” 

Seeing your childhood best friend cumming from

his current bestfriend being called daddy by you… yeah, that was a lot to process, but also, yes, you were having the time of your life and you were throwing every manner behind you, just for the little fun you had with the boys. 

You smirked at Jake, but ignored him, tilting your head back to Jay who was still there, standing confused with his hard cock. 

“Guess you are the only one left who didn’t cum before round 2?”

FREAK-S will be back.

[parkjongsaeng]

uncanny ∯

 pairing; lee heeseung x male reader

genre; smut (w plot)

summary; heeseung may not have been able to move on when his girlfriend dumped him, but he sure finds satisfaction when he takes particular notice of her twin brother.

includes; bottom!malereader, horny bisexual hee !!!, minor size kink, finger sucking, blowjob, dacryphilia, dry humping, orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex ( dont irl !! )

wc; 6.2k 

notes; literally my longest work yet, and quite literally the most random ass plot that came up in a random dream i had in a car ride!??!! except in my dream it was just full fledged cheating & while some fic plots are spicier that way i didn’t wanna romanticize cheating on ur partner bc thats icky LMAO. NOT PROOFREAD!! hopefully i can find time to come back and do so 😭 

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mark is severely in denial of how strong he is. it’s almost as though he has no clue just how rough he can get in bed.

you’re walking around the house one afternoon when your shirt slightly lifts to reveal a patch of small, oval-shaped bruises scattered across your hip. mark, who didn’t seem to be paying much attention to you before, is now staring dead at the darkened bits of skin.

“where did those come from,” he asks, speech mumbled. you’re sure he knows the answer to that question, but like the mark you’ve known for years, he’s neck deep in denial. to admit that he made those bruises would be to admit that he’s capable of hurting you, that he gets off on hurting you, and though his conscience is screaming no, everything else is saying yes.

“you. who else would they come from?”

“me? i would never do that.” he sounds unsure of his words, tailing the phrase off with the diction of a question. you let out a chuckle before readjusting your shirt and padding over to the kitchen for a glass of water. “why are you laughing? i mean, i would never do that intentionally. it was probably just an accident,” he presses. sure, it could have been an accident, maybe if it didn’t happen nearly every time you have sex. the grip he takes on your body while he pounds into you is so different from any other way he touches you. mark isn’t an aggressive person, he’s all soft touches and chaste kisses normally, but he acts like a man possessed when he finally gets his way with you.

pushing your body into the sheets as he ruts into you, filling you so deep that you feel him everywhere, shooting thick streaks of cum inside your used cunt, he’s far filthier than he believes himself to be. maybe one day he’ll see it and maybe you’ll have to show it to him, make him watch how he takes you.

it doesn’t matter how many times he finds small, finger-shaped bruises scattered on your waist or sees you limping a bit the morning after, he would never admit that he can’t control his strength with you. you feel every bit of it though. every pinch, every squeeze that’s just a bit too hard to be kind, you know that mark likes seeing the bruises. something almost primal ignites within him every time he sees your body and no matter how hard he fights the urge to do something—anything to show you’re his, he’s only human. he could never resist leaving those pretty bruises along your skin, even if he says he tries.

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standing at the centre of the bedroom it was you and mark kissing each other, fully naked. both of you were so so horny. can’t help but feel each others warmness. mark roaming his hands around your body. from ur tits, back, and ur ass that he loves so much. and you touching his hard cock. light feathery touches and pumping him slowly makes him groan in your mouth out of desperation. his cock is dripping of precum and its so hard and red for you. aching almost. it’s so painful for him to not feel you. he let go of your lips, catching his breath.

“i love it when you touch my dick..so hot” he was practically drooling by the sight of your body. “mark can it.. will it fit inside me?” you said in a soft tone, pouting. you felt his cock twitch in your hands after saying those sweet words to him. “fuck baby, d’you think it will?” he buried his face onto your neck, leaving light kisses. “is it big and thick enough for your cute pussy to handle? hm?” he sucked on your skin making you jolt on the sudden feeling.

[parkjongsaeng]

I’m clumsy and I know it

+18 content read at your own discretion, please scroll if you’re uncomfortable with.

Pairing: Lee Heessung × afab!Reader

Genre: Smut, really filthy smut, crack

Warnings: Heeseung gets a minor injury, hard dom Heeseung, sub reader, oral sex, fingering, degradation kink, strength kink, spanking, cursing, unprotected sex, pulling out, multiple rounds of sex, mirror sex, cum play (sort of), mentions of bathtub sex, mentions of food, overstimulation (sort of)

A/n: Hello hello lomls, I hope everyone’s doing okay <3 I’m back with a hee fic that i wrote after a convo i had with lovely @jainandan :3 we were talking about how cute it is to see Heeseung clumsy but honestly, even that side of him turns me on 🤚🏼 so here is a smut with cracky plot suggested by her, I hope you enjoy reading it <3 as always, all types if feedback is very appreciated, whether it’s a comment, ask, like or especially a reblog with those cute tags! It makes me giggle and hop out of joy when I see your reactions so go on, don’t be shy :3 I wish everyone a very pleasant day/night, see you next time!

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[parkjongsaeng]

POOL SEX (m)

he couldn’t help himself. it wasn’t his fault. he’s blaming you for the way you get to him. if you never wore that bikini, then he wouldn’t have to clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“stop making noise, the others will hear you.” his grunting against your lips as he slides himself in and out of your pussy— your walls clenching at the idea of his friends hearing you guys have sex. “oh? you like the idea of that?”

you nod your head as best as you could, but the grip heeseung had on you was driving you crazy. he suddenly started going to the gym and now you pay for it.

“such a slut.” he does a particular hard thrust and the water ripples around you both. “my fucking dirty slut.”

you ahimper against his hand, the sound muffles and he smirks. he smirks at the way you’re struggling to keep yourself together, but you feel yourself slipping further into the brink of an orgasm.

“come on, baby, i know you want to cum.” heeseung takes his hand away and brings it underwater to wear your bikini was pushed to the side. “do you need my help?”

you know he’s being condescending, but you don’t care. all you can think about is cumming on your boyfriends cock.

“p—please heeseung, i need help.”

he grits his teeth and starts circling your clit with two fingers; your breath hitches at the sensation and you crash head first into your orgasm. your legs shake around his waist and you’re pretty sure everyone else can hear you.

“that’s a good girl, cream on my cock.” heeseung slows down his thrusts to help ride you through your high. “turn around for me, gonna fuck you ‘til i fill you up.”

author’s note: something short & sweet :) i did wrote this in like five minutes but i wanted to get this done before i went to sleep. im very tired after my trip so i probably wont be in the write headspace to write for a couple days, but anywayyyyy i hope you enjoyed this!!!

extra: i’m not accepting requests at the moment, so if you send in a request, i won’t answer it until i’m done writinf my fic :) at the moment i only write for jay and heeseung, but very shortly i will begin to write for jake and sunghoon (properly) so please wait for those pieces of work!!! you can also find me over @saintlyhyuck

Copyright 2022-present. Legal action will be taken if jayzdaze’s work has been taken without consent. Do not plagiarise.

[parkjongsaeng]

loser no more

+18 content read at your own discretion, please scroll if you’re uncomfortable with. [MDNI]

pairing: loser!creep!Jake × playgirl!afab!reader

genre: smut

summary: your creep, aka the cute loser of the school Jake, finally had enough of seeing you waste your time with other guys and decided to impress you. But what he doesn't know is that you're already more than impressed by him, ever since you find out his secret spot that he used to jerk off all by himself.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: dom!Jake, sub!reader, Jake and reader are creeps, mentions of alcohol, making out, degradation kink, size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough(ish) sex, breeding kink, let me know if I missed something else

a/n: Hi hi hellaur, how is everyone doing? Good I hope 💖 as some of you knight know school has started for me and I have an exam in exactly two weeks, so I couldn't find the time to write something long but after seen that pic of jakey I had to write something 🤚🏼 so here it is, I hope you enjoy it please let me know how you feel 🤌🏻💖 as always just any type of feedback is very highly appreciated, whether it's a comment, ask or especially reblog with your cute reaction tags :3 it makes me so happy and I giggle like a baby 🥺🤚🏼 anywho, I'll let you to it, see you on the next fic guys, take care!

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The cute loser of the school, Jake, decided to impress the girl he had been crushing on for two years now, the school's heartbreaker, the man eater aka — you.

He dressed up all pretty and styled his hair the way he thought you would like, based on the guy's he has watched you date with, and showed up at one of the parties you were throwing.

It wasn't hard to find you once he entered the big house your parents owned, there you were in the middle, dancing with that cute dress you had on — the one that barely even covered your ass.

You were alone, which was unusual, but was to his advantage — giving him the opportunity he needed to talk with you and hell, maybe even get you on his cock. Who knew, what if he got lucky today?

But right after he turned his head away for a minute to get a drink, so that he could get some of that liquid courage, you've already found yourself a company — your ex, the bastard who fucking cheated on you.

How dumb were you to let him grope your ass as he grind his hips against yours while dancing, knowing damn well what he did?

Nah, he wasn't gonna have that, not tonight. He was a loser yeah, but he wasn't gonna watch you become one by letting guys like him treat you like objects.

Shit, if you wanted to be treated like a slut, he could do that for you, why the fuck were you not noticing him? Was he giving you the d real good? He doubted that, the guy was too high to make that meat of his work.

I could do much better, much much better, Jake thought as he bottomed up his drink, finally having the balls to do what it takes with the help of the alcohol.

He walked upon you with fierce steps, felling his skin burn under his clothes as he watched the guy's hands traveling up and down on your body freely, doing what Jake had been dreaming about for years, when he didn't even deserve to get in your fucking range.

But that shitshow was gonna end, cause Jake was sick and tired of just watching you give chances to everyone besides him. He was the one who deserved you, the one who could give you what you wanted and even more.

And he was about to show you just what you've been missing on for years.

He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from the drunk moron behind you, making everyone around gasp in shock. But the questioning eyes didn't make him stop as he dragged you with him to one of the nearest rooms, trying to gain himself some private time with you.

Your beloved ex didn't even bother to come after you nor did your so called friends, while he was pushing you inside the door and locking it behind him. It was just you and him now, there was nowhere you could run.

Though, you weren't looking like you were going to run away, at all.

You pushed him against the door, placing a knee in between his thighs as you put your hands on both sides of his head. He was trapped between your body and the door, but oh boy, he was so not complaining.

"Well well well, look who decided to make a move .." you cooed against his lips, ".. final-fucking-ly." You said, brushing your fingers through his soft silky hair, unable to separate your eyes from his plump lips.

He was so naive, so pure, so ready to be ruined while looking at you with those puzzled puppy eyes. Ah, you loved men like him, losers with submissive looks who would worship the ground you stepped on — exactly your type, he was.

"What, didn't think I wouldn't notice my personal creep?" You spat, pulling on his tie. He really did dress to impress, such a shame he wasn't gonna carry them on for long.

"I'm n-not a c-creep."

"Oh really, so you weren't the one who kept stealing my panties from my lockers, huh?" You pushed your knee on his bulge, smirking once you felt how hard he already was.

His pupils were shaking and his hands were getting wet, he knew you could hear how fast his heart was beating at this point, due to how close you were standing to him.

Fuck, you were so hot, hotter than he'd ever imagine you to be.

"So you're trying to tell me it wasn't you .." you pressed on his hardness more, your hot breath hitting his lips making him shiver with excitement. ".. although I've already seen you jerking off with them stuffed in your mouth."

Bloody hell, you knew his secret spot? The spot he used to jerk of to the filthiest thoughts of you, teething your undergarments so that he could feel a little bit closer to you.

But for how long and why, just why haven't you said anything to him? Why didn't you confronted him?

Your answer was simple: you liked it, you liked him. And you liked how big his cock was, as a bonus. It's finally the time that I got a taste of that delicious bonus, you thought, it has been a long wait already.

"You knew what I've been doing and you didn't say anything, hell, you even watched me .." Jake spoke back, sounding more confident this time, mimicking the way you mocked him. ".. which one of us is the biggest creep here, hm y/n?"

"Well I don't know about that .." you clicked you tongue, ".. but I certainly do feel something really big against my knee .." you pecked his lips, making his dick twitch in his pants. ".. so agonizingly big that I wanna just take care of it, do you understand me Jake?"

Oh he did, he so did understand you.

That's why he didn't waste any time before smashing his lips onto yours as he pushed you away from his body, holding your arms with his strong ones while he made you walk back, until you fall onto the empty bed behind you.

He grabbed you by the throat and pulled you up to reattach his hungry lips to yours, his other hand swiftly taking care of his belt and the zip of his pants.

He let you crawl back as he hovered over you, smiling into the kiss when you yanked his boxers down with your impatient hands. You were indeed a whore, but for him, only for him and he was gonna make sure it stayed that way.

He was gonna give you anything and everything you wanted, gonna let you have that cock of his that you've been wanting to take care of of as you put it, just anytime you wished — like right now.

He watched you almost drooling as you stroked his length with your pretty hands, your eyes never leaving his, not even when you leaned down to suck his pink tip teasingly.

You swirled your tongue around his soft flesh, taking some of him inside your mouth, but not letting him push the whole shaft down your throat, although that's what you've been dreaming about lately.

Instead, you let his dick fell from your lips with a popping sound, trying to make him come and take what he has been wanting himself — you. If he wanted you so bad, so much to steal your clothings to jerk off, he had to come and he had show you just what he could do get that.

He got your sign but had different plans, like fucking your cute little pussy until it was leaking with his cum.

So he pushed you down on the bed, flipping you on the sheets without any effort. There was only one way to tame a slut like you — using his dick.

Thus, he lifted the skirt of your mini dress, leaving you only with your hot lingeries. Oh fuck, that is definitely staying on, he thought as he slid it to side and swiped two of his fingers vertically on your folds.

He moaned at the slickness he felt on his fingertips, poking a digit in your trobbing hole. He began to tease your entrance slowly, his other hand landing a sharp smack on your ass.

"Ass up." He ordered, squeezing your flesh, digging his nails in your skin.

Turns out under that submissive puppy like looks of his, Jake was the type to bite.

Honestly you couldn't care less about it, as long as you got that pretty cock of his inside you — which considering the way Jake shoved himself into your hole - after grinding against your wetness for a quick second of course, cause that was a must - he was thinking the same thing.

Although he would very much love to just straight up pound into you — cause you deserved it for whoring around in front of him, he started off slow, wanting to give you some time to adjust his size.

You were fisting the bed sheets, biting on your lips due to how big he was and how full he made you feel, trying take all of him inside inch by inch.

The pressure you felt around your walls was just perfect, his length made it so easy for him to reach that g-spot of yours. He didn't even need to try much, you already knew you were gonna cum so fucking hard.

After approximately five minutes of him letting you settle on his cock, he landed another sharp smack on your ass that came with another order, "Move."

You did as you were told and started to fuck yourself on his dick, moving your ass back and forth as fast as you could. Loud whimpers were escaping your mouth everytime you took his whole length in, felling him deep in your tummy with every thrust.

Cute, you were so cute, struggling to move like that. Your pussy couldn't take him all in? Oh not to worry, he was there to help you with it.

He stopped you by holding you strongly on your sides, pressing on the small of your back to get your ass arching for him even more. If he was aiming to break your back, he most likely was gonna succeed with the way he was slamming his cock inside you.

As he was fucking the shit out of you, the lewd noises of your hips slapping against each other was echoing loudly in the room, surpassing the sound of the loud music coming from outside — making you blush at how hard you were getting fucked. With the force he was using to rail you, there was no way you could remain silent. So there you were, basically choking on the random pillow you managed to get on your hold, muffling your moans with it.

Jake loved the way your body reacted to him, chuckling to himself as he watched how much your legs were shaking already. He just started to fuck you, yet you were already a mess, did you like it that much? He wanted to see how much you enjoyed it on your face, but he couldn't stop to change positions right now, not when he could feel you getting closer to your high. Yeah and he wasn't wrong, it was fast but you were indeed so close to orgasm.

So he made a mental not on fucking you in missionary next time, cause you were pretty and he wanted to watch every scrunch of your face due to how well he was pleasing you.

To fasten up the process he leaned down on you, saving your pretty shoulders from the straps of the dress. He landed wet, soft kisses on your skin up to your neck, sending butterflies in your stomach.

You loved it so much that you wanted to feel the same on your lips, trying to lift yourself up from to pillow to kiss him. Once he figured what you were trying to do he helped you turn your head, attaching his plump and gorgeous lips to yours.

He was grinding against your ass as he supported you with a hand around your throat while his tongue was shoved inside your mouth, the filthiest of kisses being shared between you two.

You couldn't help but to moan into the kiss everytime you felt his tip brushing against your sensitive spot, drawing you closer to your high.

You weren't the only one who's climax was close though, the way you were clenching around Jake had him mere inches away from nutting inside you. But he desperately needed you to come undone first, so he broke the kiss briefly to make another demand, "Cum for me y/n .." he spoke softly, his voice feeling like velvet against your ears, ".. show me how much you like it."

You didn't know why but you felt a knot unravel inside you, his words making your blood rush to your cheeks. The way he sounded so overpowering yet so needy made your tummy burn in lust.

So you gave him a nod before laying back to your spot, letting him hit it as hard as he pleased. You liked how he was stinging his nails on your skin from your back to your ass, curses leaving his pretty mouth every time you squeeze your walls around him unintentionally.

By the time his thrusts became sloppy, you came, legs shaking and your body collapsing on the sheets. You felt like a corpse, stiff and unable to move. Jake however felt more living than ever, screaming "Holy shit!" as he watched you cream his cock just perfectly.

He knew exactly how to thank you for taking him so well — breeding, that was gonna be your prize.

So he kept on slamming himself inside you, as deep as he could, helping your ride your high. He could feel you tighten up after you came, which helped him orgasm, making him spill his seeds deep in your tummy easily.

He groaned as he came, caressing your reddened cheeks with his big hands.

He giggled at your fucked out state, placing a kiss on your nape. "Wait here." He said, leaving to get a towel from the small bathroom inside while he was trying to fix his pants.

He was back in a minute, looking normal as if he wasn't the one who fucked you like a cumdoll. He wiped the leak of his cum from off your thighs, gently cleaning you from the mess he caused. After he made sure you were dry enough, he threw the towel away, his hands trailing up on your ass for something he had been planning since the moment he put his dick in you.

With one swift move of his sly hands the lower part of the gorgeous lingerie you were wearing was pulled down to your knees, him lifting you up easily to slide it down off your feet.

Voila, there it was, his new merchandise.

He left a soft kiss on your bare ass, "I owe you one for this, babe." He said, fixing your dress before walking up towards the door.

"Wait, you're just gonna walk away after all of this?"

You really had low expectations from him, huh? But alright, he was gonna play along.

"Would you like me to stay?"

"After railing me? Yeah, a little aftercare wouldn't fucking hurt you jerk."

He giggled, just a minute ago you were laying in the bed with no energy to even open your eyes and now you were screaming at him? After how well he took care of you? Wow, you still had a long way to be tamed.

"I'm the jerk for wanting to get rid of all these people in your place so that you and I could have some time for ourselves, is that it?"

"What?"

He was gonna do what? Get rid of the people at your place? He wanted to dissmiss the party for you, for his plans about you? Fuck, that was hot.

"Stop asking questions and get the bathtub ready .." He spoke, voice coming out stern. ".. you better be naked and in the water by the time I came, I've got people to get rid of and your moron ex to punch." He opened the door just a creak, turning back one last time before sneaking out of the room, "Oh and, this is mine now .." He said waving the panties you were wearing a couple minutes ago in his hands, ".. I'm taking it as a souvenir."

That's right, a souvenir from your first time — from the night he stopped being a fucking loser in life, he was gonna keep it, till the day he died.

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freeuse!AU where nerdy high school mark is constantly being used by the horny popular girls at his school as a cute sex toy. They always fawn over his cute stutter, rub their hands over his toned body and throw themselves at the first sight of him for a chance to use the girthy monster cock hiding shyly in his pressed slacks. They palm his flaccid muscle during biology, making flirty remarks and batting their long lashes while he tries his best to focus on his textbook and note taking. His skin is turning pink and his cock is gradually hardening until his book is shut by a soft hand in the middle of his studying. The pretty girl next to him takes Mark's flustered face between her palms as she throws her leg over his thighs to straddle his body and says earnestly "You're such a cutie Markie". She smells sweet, like vanilla. her lips are plush as they tweak into a suggestive smile and her breasts,, barely covered by her thin crop top, are right in front of his face. Poor, pure mark is so distracted by the bulging flesh that he doesn't notice his pants have been tampered with until the tip of his fat cock is pushing into a warm wet hole, stealing a deep groan from the back of his throat. The pretty girl bites her lip as her muscle is stretched around the delicious toy. She bounces on his cock in the center of the classroom, loud and unapologetic about the pleasure literally pumping into her. She grabs one of hands that gripped his chair and forced him to grip her breast instead, sighing and throwing her head back at the feeling.

Mark gets used all the time for things like this. Pretty girls always fighting for a chance to sit on his face, ride his thigh, or persuade him to ram his member into their tight cunts. Mark didn't understand why the girls always wanted to use his cock and not their boyfriends, or one of the guys on the sports teams. It kind of scared Mark when he caught sight of the football players staring angrily at him in the hallways as one of their girlfriends got on her knees for him to choke happily on his thick cock. But it was that humble, shy, sweet innocence coating his being that made his dick so delicious and addictive in the first place.

[parkjongsaeng]

[12:32]

"and then i told her, like yeah, i know you may not have meant for me to hear what you said about me, but word spreads, and it still got to me eventually," you ramble on, heaving a dramatic sigh to take a pause. you look up at jeno, to check if he's still listening. you expect to be greeted with a heavy-lidded, probably already half asleep jeno, but instead, he's just staring at you straight in the eyes.

you avert your gaze immediately, hoping that the heat that's rushing to your face hasn't made your shyness obvious to the boy in front of you. clearing your throat, you continue with your rant.

"it's just so frustrating, you know?" you lower your head as you begin twisting the top off the tube of body lotion. "i knew she had something against me all along, but i always tried to keep things neutral. we're all just trying to graduate here," you sigh again, squeezing a blob of lotion onto your palm.

"and i'm like, dude, stop going around saying these things, it's only going to give people more reasons to dislike you."

you pull your right knee towards your chest, giving your crusty leg some hydration. in motion with your posture, your hair falls forward, gathering at the sides of your face, and the loose shirt you have on tickles at the surface of your right thigh. you try to ignore the annoyance you feel at your irritating, dancing hair, but your hands are filled with moisturiser, so there's no way you can get your hair out of your face without getting it all oily.

"at this point, i think she's just dying for attention. it doesn't even matter if it's negative attention, all she wants is for everyone in the roo-"

you stop mid-sentence, taking in a sharp breath. your body reacts with a series of rapid blinks of the eye, your shoulders tensing up, your hands pausing mid-moisturise.

the world just pauses for an entire moment.

jeno, who has been listening attentively to your (probably) 30-minute long rant, has reached a hand out. he takes a lock of your hair, gently tucking it neatly behind your ear. as though he doesn't even notice how you've stopped talking, he reaches his other hand out, tucking another lock of hair behind your other ear, effectively getting all your hair out of your face.

"what?" he finally says, realising how you're just staring at him wordlessly now.

you try to say something, but you can't seem to get your mouth muscles working again.

he tilts his head to the side nonchalantly, "you don't like it when your hair gets in the way," he states, as though him remembering that little detail about you doesn't almost make your heart combust.

and if that wasn't enough, he had to add an extra tablespoon of sweetness as he shows just how intently he was listening to your rant by urging, "so all she wants is the attention of everyone in the room, right? so have you decided how you're going to deal with her?"

you finally tear your eyes away from him, swallowing hard. "i'm going to wash this off first," you mumble, almost tripping over your own foot as you fumble out of the room.

[parkjongsaeng]

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.  

[parkjongsaeng]

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.