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sweetiechenle · 21 days ago

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would you film my s*x tape? ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ haechan

pairing: non-idol!collegestudent!haechan x collegestudent!afab!reader

summary: you and your best friend haechan are strapped for cash and desperate to make some... quick. thank god he has the best idea ever to make a sex tape!

warnings: minors do not interact 18+ only, smut, masturbation, swearing, marking, porn with plot, face fucking, possessiveness, unprotected sex (don't do this), dirty talk, oral (receiving and giving) fingering, manhandling, praise, creampie, pet names, fluff, crack/humor, this is so unserious, you are all freaks in this

you thought the line was crossed after the internet bill cost more than an arm and a leg or when the water was shut off because of an overdue bill, but this was probably the worst thing that could’ve happened. all you wanted to do was take a nice long hot shower, you stripped off your pajamas and climbed into the tub. turning on the water you jumped back and let out a small scream, scrambling to turn off the water, you let out small cries as the ice-cold water continued to pelt your back. finally shutting off the shower, you shivered, stepping out and wrapping a towel around your body, holding it close.

leaving the bathroom, you march down the hallway, finding your best friend and roommate, haechan, on the couch. he looked up from his phone when you stopped in front of him with your arms crossed.

he smirked, ‘not sure what i did to deserve this’

rolling your eyes and huffing, ‘did you pay the gas bill? The water was freezing!!’

haechan quickly stood up, ‘i thought you did!’

‘no it was your turn this month!’ you cried.

he fell back on the couch, letting his body slump in the cushions, ‘fuck’

you sighed, moving to sit down next to him. ‘im so fucking tired of being broke, dude’

‘yeah, you’re preaching to the choir’ you replied with a lifeless laugh.

‘our jobs fucking suck, our pay fucking sucks, these prices fucking suck. we have tried everything and now what else is there to do? ask chenle for money!? yeah fucking right, i’m not owing that little shit anything’ he vented.

you sighed standing up, ‘i don’t really know what else to do either, we are too busy to take on a second job, we tried delivering food and driving others around, but it’s never enough’ you agreed with him.

he grabbed your hand when you stood up, you looked down, ‘don’t worry, i’ll think of something’ you nodded, seeing the sincerity swirl in his chocolate brown eyes you nodded.

later that evening haechan, and you sat down for dinner in front of the tv watching whatever you could pay attention to, pushing your money problems to the back of your mind. you placed your empty bowl on the small table in front of you, ‘i’m not doing the dishes with the water being this cold’ you smiled. haechan laughed and grabbed your bowl, taking it to the sink to do the dishes himself, you followed him into the small kitchen. you stood and stared at his back, his shoulders now much broader than the boy you first met ten years ago, his slender fingers moving around the bowl as he scrubbed the food off, he turned back at you and it was so hard not to notice his plush, pink lips that moved into a small smile every time he saw you, and it always made your heartbeat skip. it was so hard to decide if you wanted to be him or be with him.

‘i thought of an idea’ he said nonchalantly, glancing back at you to see your reaction.

‘oh god’ you laughed, nervously you asked, ‘should i be scared?’

‘probably?’ haechan answered, finishing up the two dishes and facing you in the kitchen now.

he ran his hand through his chestnut-colored hair, his hands flying everywhere as he started to explain his thought process behind this ‘genius idea’.

‘we should…’ he paused, and you quirked your eyebrow up, ‘make a sex tape!’

you snorted and double up laughing, ‘you’re fucking insane’ to continue the theatrics you pretended to whip non-existent tears.

‘no, okay, listen… it’s a crazy idea, but think of all the money we could make’ he sighed, now growing embarrassed due to the idea he was so confident in before. his cheeks grew red, scratching the back of his neck, ‘as we said earlier, we tried everything, but not this’

‘fuck’ you breathed, he was serious, mind going a million miles a second trying to come up with anything better, ‘they make so much money on only fans and stuff i fear you might be right’ it’s not like you didn't want to have sex with your best friend and roommate, you always thought he was attractive and had a body you dreamed to have in your bed. of course you would never tell him that to his face, his ego would get too big you'd have to move out. being best friends since middle school had its perks, each other's first kiss, each other's first small sexual experience at the end of high school, something you both agreed to never speak of after it had happened. so, you figured with something like this it would be something similar, you would make a couple of sex tapes, post them, and then rake in the cash and never speak of it ever again. however you didn't want something this extreme to change any aspect of your relationship with haechan, yes you were attracted to him and he was your favorite person but you liked where your relationship was at right now.

he pumped his fists up in the air, whooping as you finally agreed that one of his plans was feasible. ‘i know! i think it's probably one of the best ideas i’ve ever had’ he said proudly. ‘i can borrow one of jaemins nice cameras to film, we have to research what could make us the most money too’ he noted.

you nodded, ‘we should lay down some ground rules too, i don’t want to just jump into this and both do something we regret’

he turned to you, acting genuinely confused, ‘what would we regret?’ you inhaled his cologne as he moved in closer to you.

you looked up at him as he caged you between him and the kitchen table, you shuddered as your lower back made contact with the cold surface. you looked down now too nervous to look into his eyes that stared down at you, ‘i-i don’t know haechan, i just don’t want anything between us to change’ you said now feeling small even though your heart was jumping for joy.

‘you don’t? that’s a shame’ he clicked his tongue in disappointment, his voice low. not knowing what to say, you gulped waiting for him to continue, ‘when it comes to you, i don’t think there’s anything i could regret sweetheart’

oh, damn him, if you weren't supported by the table your knees would've already given out and you would've sucked his dick right then and there. what he said lit your body on fire but the subtle pet name went right to your core, shamefully feeling your panties growing wetter. he always played these games when he wanted something, using cute pet names and pleading in a cute way where anyone would say yes, but this time seemed different. hearing the sincerity in his voice made the situation feel all too real, you couldn't believe this was real.

‘wha-’ you gazed up at him through your eyelashes, ready to ask for further explanation but he stopped you, placing his finger over your open mouth.

‘do you trust me?’ he whispered.

all you could do was nod at him, while your best friend was playful and mischievous, you knew he could also be serious and forthright. it makes you think back to the time when mark wouldn't let haechan drive his car ever, saying he would never in a million years trust him. on the other hand when there was ever tension between his friend group he would be the one to go out of his way and get everyone all together again and diffuse any tensity. there were some things most people wouldn't trust haechan on but if he said you two could climb mount everest, you'd meet him at the spot.

‘good’ he replied, ‘get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow’ he smirked and stalked away from you, hearing his bedroom door shut you let out a long breath. the air around you seemed too thin and you took that as your cue to also head to your room. you got ready for bed, climbed into your sheet and turned off your lamp, falling back into the mattress you stared up at the ceiling mind blanking and trying to process everything that happened an hour ago. you turned and grabbed your phone, wincing as the light burned your eyes. opening up the search engine you turned on incognito because there was no way this was ever going into your search history. typing in ‘popular porn categories’ you nervously waited as the page loaded. ‘seriously?’ you said to yourself as you read the words ‘milf’ and ‘lesbian’, so those were off the table. continuing to scroll you made mental notes of everything that could get you clicks, words like ‘creampie’ and ‘anal’, some things you weren't against, but stuff that seemed pretty straightforward.

you put down your phone and sighed, bored and unable to sleep. so, doing what most girls do when they are bored and in bed: masturbate. you slide your hand down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your pink sleep shorts. automatically thinking of haechan and imagining it was his hands sliding into your panties. soon, you reminded yourself. you finally reached the sweet spot, you tried your best to suppress your moans as your fingers worked in circles around your clit, occasionally taking your fingers down to dip in between your folds and pump them in and out, closing your eyes and making up a picture of haechan in your head on him above you, wishing it was his cock being driven inside of you. biting down on your bottom lip as your hips lurched forward due to the friction, you let out a small cry as you came all over your fingers, ending it by rubbing the stickiness over your worn-out pussy.

you cursed silently, getting up and going to the bathroom to clean yourself. after you gave yourself a well-deserved whores bath you got a clean pair of undies and slipped back into bed, now tired enough to go to sleep.

you wake up to a sunny saturday morning, stretching your limbs out you get out of bed and grab your phone, heading to the kitchen for what little breakfast you can have. you and haechan were never big money makers, at least not yet. you had a job doing entry graphic design for a yearbook company, paid like shit, but at least you were working towards something while going to school. haechan was majoring in software engineering but couldn't find any companies willing to hire someone without a degree, he seemed to always miss the chance to apply for internships so he was stuck at his job of being a mystery shopper, which also didn't pay that well. so, you both lived paycheck to paycheck and scraped what little you could to do things with friends and go out, haechan always telling you to go bat your eyes and act cute with every man in clubs so you both could get free drinks.

you opened the pantry and opted for the generic-branded cereal, hoping to every god in existence there was some milk in the fridge, you slowly opened it and silently cheered when there was a bit left. having all the ingredients you made up your bowl of cereal, sat down in the creaky kitchen chair and dug in. looking around you noticed haechan wasn't home, his shoes were gone along with his house keys, he never mentioned going anywhere so you opened your phone and checked on ‘find my friends’. you zoomed in on his little contact picture that was set years ago and obviously the perfectly, most embarrassing picture. he was at jaemins, for some reason unbeknownst to you. you continued to eat and scroll through whatever social media app could hold your attention. after breakfast, you cleaned your bowl (despite the cold water) and sat on the couch to pass the time until haechan came home.

you heard the door swing open, immediately standing up you walked without even thinking up to haechan. he gave you an inquisitive look as to why you came upon him so suddenly. then you noticed the camcorder in his hand… jaemins camcorder, oh.

‘i didn't know you left this morning’ you explained.

‘i was at jaemins’ i know you wanted to say, ‘i was getting this.’ he gestured to the video camera in his hand, taking off his shoes and throwing his keys onto the table.

you were rooted in place as you watched him move around the apartment nonchalantly, ‘did you tell him what it was for?’ you asked restlessly. scared that he confided in jaemin of your little plan to make more money, if he did, you could probably never look into the poor man's eyes ever again.

‘oh god no, i told him it was for a project you were working on but couldn't come to get it yourself’ haechan answered and that consoled your worried mind. ‘he expects it back by thursday’ he winked at you, and closed the door to his room, leaving you a loss for words at the front door.

you went back to your room, confused as to why haechan didn't bring up anything about the sex tape(scapades), like he knew nothing about it while it was his idea in the first place. he was probably nervous and getting ready, didn't want to ruin the mood or overthink any decisions that were already put into place from last night. you decided to lay in bed and watch videos and play on your phone to pass the time. after a while of shifting around in bed and switching between the same ten apps, you didn't realize the time when haechan softly knocked on your door, saying that dinner was ready.

you got up and opened your door, surprised by the setup he put together, there was a white sheet over the coffee table in front of the tv with multiple candles lit (needed them for when your electricity got shut off), there were wine glasses included a plate of food that looked absolutely delicious. ‘wow, haechan you really outdone yourself’ haechan was romantic when he wanted to be, asking gift and flower suggestions for whatever girl he decided to get involved with during that time. it always stung a bit, but you could never turn him away as a best friend.

‘anything for my favorite girl’ he smiled, and led you to the couch, taking your hand as you sat down. you blushed at his comment, almost feeling like this was a real date at a real fancy restaurant. but of course reality is that you are eating spaghetti on a couch in pajamas before getting absolutely railed by your best friend. you almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. he poured some wine into your glass, and turned towards the tv to put on your favorite movie. it was all really sweet and made your heart swell with adoration for the boy next to you. even with the cards he was dealt in the situation he exceeded expectations and went out of his way to make everything special for you. you dug into your food and took a sip of wine, ‘ugh’ you gagged, ‘this is the cheap shit’ you both laughed at the reaction and he gave you a of course it is look.

‘don’t worry, when we are raking in the cash, i’ll get you the good stuff, and take you on a real, proper first date’ he smiled sheepishly, not confident in his words, worried you'd object to his obvious advances.

it was almost impossible to keep your heart from jumping out of your throat at his words, not believing what you just heard. you coughed, thinking of a way to get back at him, ‘i will be looking forward to that’. he beamed, giving you a toothy smile, your insides twisted, he was too cute for his own good, taking everything in you not to devour him whole right there. you swallowed your spit and turned back towards your food, finishing it off within a couple of bites.

haechan got up and took your plate to the sink, not bothering to clean them. he walked up to you and took your hands in his, looking down at the connection. wondering if he could feel how hot you were, haechan was always a touchy person and cuddled with you more times than you could count. but those times didn't make you feel this way, you knew tonight was different. ‘go get ready,’ he walked you to your bedroom door, dropping your hands he went to his door, ‘the video camera is all charged up’ he went inside and with that you scrambled around your room, thinking of what ‘get ready’ could mean. it was his job to prep you right? pacing around the room reality sunk in and you knew what to do. now going through your small closet, trying to find the only piece of lingerie you had. a gift from a past boyfriend, probably worth more than what you wanted to know.

‘ah-ha!’ you pulled it out of the pile of clothes that remained on the floor, it was somewhat misshapen from being at the bottom of the wreckage but salvageable. it was a red teddy with lace and a thong that hugged your curves perfectly. it was comfortable and sexy while also leaving some stuff up to the imagination, you knew haechan would love it. mentally thanking yourself for shaving everything before the gas got turned off, you slipped it on and checked yourself in the mirror, twisting and turning admiring the way it snatched your waist perfectly. you moved to your small vanity and put on light makeup, with plenty of mascara, knowing it would be picture-perfect to let the camera witness as it flows down your cheeks knowing you'd probably end up crying in pleasure soon. you threw on your robe and peeked outside of the door, haechan was nowhere to be seen but you were ready, hyping yourself up there was no backing out now.

you moved towards his door, softly knocking and waiting for him, clit quivering in anticipation. you pictured all the ways he'd have you tonight, silently hoping this would take off and you'd have no choice but to make more videos to appease the viewers that didn't even exist yet. haechan opened the door, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly. ‘you look beautiful, doll’ he breathed, like he was a tiger, and you were the prey, he took his time taking in your appearance.

you blushed, ‘you look gorgeous too’ he was in a tight-fitted black shirt along with those famous gray sweatpants, and you could barely control yourself. he looked like a god, his brown hair now dark, the light only coming from his room. his features were highlighted under the warm glow, his eyes growing dark in hunger, his nose perfectly sculpted and you were ready to beg him to let you sit on his face, needless to say, he was absolutely divine.

he opened his door wider, ‘shall we start?’ his eyebrow up in question. you nodded walking into his room, entrapped in his space and musk, you could get lost in the space forever. he grabbed your hands like before, ‘do you trust me?’ he was sincere, and you nodded, ‘because everything is about to change’

you nodded, whispering, ‘i can't wait’ you looked up at him, silently pleading for him to do anything at all. he leaned into you, noticing how his eyes kept moving from your eyes to your mouth, bracing yourself and closing your eyes, his breath was on your cheek.

‘the camera is rolling baby’ and with that he graced his lips with yours, moving to a rhythm you both fell into immediately. you could feel the sparks fly as your heart soared, his lips fitting perfectly into yours, soft but also rugged with the way he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. your body now flush with his, shrugged off your robe you let it fall to the ground, haechan stopped his movements and took a step back. breathing hard and looking over your body in a very new way, staring at him feeling like daniel being thrown into the lion's den, chest heaving up and down you whined due to the surprising lack of contact. ‘fuck, you are so fucking hot baby’ he moaned, going back to the position you were both in. you gave him a coy smile, ‘did you wear this just for me? do you know how crazy i get when you walk around the apartment looking like a total slut? now here you are, in something that barely covers anything’ he grabbed the strap over your shoulder, pulled it back with his finger, and let it slap back on your skin. you sucked in a breath, feeling the slick pool into the thread, on your thighs. ‘not sure what i did to deserve this baby’ he ghosted his hands over your body, grabbing onto your lace-covered tit. you moaned at the contact, his lips now on yours again, moving much rougher and more hungry and teeth clashed together and tongues dancing in dominance. haechan picked you up, lips never leaving yours until he threw you on the bed, landing with a thump, going limp you grabbed the sheets in anticipation, watching as he threw off his shirt and pants. your mouth dropped, ready to take him right now if he wanted. his defined body shone with sweat, abs glistening, eyes finding his happy trail and erection confined in his briefs your mouth watered at the sight. you figured he was blessed with a good length, but now you were wondering if it would even fit.

taking the situation into your own hands, getting on all fours you crawl to him at the end of the bed. ‘haechan, please let me suck your cock’ you begged, yearning for nothing else but to feel his fat and heavy member choke you. he said nothing, acting unimpressed like your pleads didn't meet his expectations. whimpering in desperation, ‘i can show you what you deserve my pretty boy, please use my mouth’ he groaned at the pet name, stroking his length. he took a step in front of you, face now in front of his thick cock.

‘lay on your back’ he ordered, obliging immediately, he grabbed you and brought you towards him, head now hanging slightly off the bed. you watched him upside down stripping himself of his briefs and letting his member free, it slapped against his toned stomach, never taking his eyes off of you as he spit in his palm and pumped his erection. he had such a pretty cock, and your core burned at the beautiful sight in front of you. thighs instinctively rubbing together to create some friction. ‘open up’ mouth falling open he teased the tip on your lips. he pushed his length into your mouth, trying to adjust quickly, haechan started trusting at a small pace, letting you get used to the feeling. haechan shudders at the hot feeling, groaning as you gag on his cock. drool piled up and spilled out of your mouth and all over heachan, he trusted faster losing his mind over the noises you continued to make. you grabbed the sheets under you until your knuckles went white, mind spinning from the position as your best friend fucked your mouth with full force. he grabbed your boob under the lingerie and pinched your nipple making you shiver and cry around his length. he pulled out and you coughed and whipped the spit from your face. moving back into an upright position, collecting yourself, and watching as haechan went to grab the camcorder that sat on his desk. he brought it to your face, ‘did you enjoy sucking my dick?’ he asked.

‘yes’ you breathed, ‘your cock is so pretty and big’ staring into the camera lens, haechan watched you through the screen, his dick jumped in excitement at the lewd scene in front of him. his hand reached behind your head, you accepted it melting into his touch. grabbing your hand he pushed your lips back to his pulsing member, head red with anger and ready to let go. instinctively opening, he pushes it back into your mouth, raggedly pushing the back of your head down his length until your nose touches his pelvis. gagging and slurping up your spit as best as you could, it dribbles down your chin as you moan around him, making him groan at the vibration. as glassy eyes stared into the camera, the camcorder picked up the whimpered sounds as hot, wet tears glided down your cheeks. after a couple of last thrusts haechan lets go of your hair, pushing you off of him, and moves back, ‘give me a show baby, take it off’ you oblige and start with the straps, trying to make it as sexy as possible for the camera. you smile innocently, as you free your tits, moving your hand to play with it, before lifting your lower body to strip yourself naked.

haechan moans, as you toss the garment to the floor, staring up at him he cages you in, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck, violently sucking on the skin and lightly biting, ‘im going to leave so many bruises, so everyone knows you're mine’ he whispered against your sensitive skin. you mewled at his words, the thought of being his. ‘please,’ you gasped through rugged breaths, ‘make me yours’ he placed his knees between your thighs, feeling your wetness as it pooled onto the sheets and him. your hips buckled forward, trying to get some sort of pressure onto your sopping cunt. he continued moving downward, the camcording moving with him, letting it see what he did. he kissed over your boobs, giving them little kitten licks as you moaned at the contact.

finally reaching your entrance, he motioned for you to take the camera and film him, which you did with shaking hands. now pointed at him, he stared into the lens, as you watched him through the screen he delved in, giving your lips small licks which turned into harsh lapping sounds as he abused your clit. he never looked away from the camera, the eye contact making you moan as it felt so intimate, yet so dirty. this really was the best idea he ever had. you hissed as his finger slid into your entrance, so hot and warm, you distinctively moved your hips towards his hand, wanting more. he added another finger, stretching you in preparation, ‘fuck, you are so tight’ he observed, pumping his fingers in and out of you. the coil in your stomach tightened and the air around you felt so heavy, you knew the band was about to snap. shuddering, your eyes and head rolling back ‘i think i’m gonna cum chan’ you whimpered. but, he stopped and his fingers exited your hole with a squelching sound, crying at the loss of contact your head moved back towards his, shooting daggers.

‘i want you to cum on my cock beautiful. watch you fall apart as i fuck you stupid’ he confessed, grabbing the camera from you. now turned back towards you, you gulped, body buzzing and hot at his nasty words. he grabbed your ankles, forcing you closer to him. haechan pushed your legs against your chest, giving him perfect access to your swollen lips. he casts the camcorder downward, ready for the money shot. lining up his tip with your entrance, he pushes in, causing you both to gasp and sigh at the contact. finally bottoming out, his hips reach your thighs, giving you a minute to adjust he started to thrust lightly, making you keen at the feeling of being so full, that, and the wet sounds of your bodies, almost made haechan cum right there on the spot. ‘fuck, you feel so tight baby, you don't know how long i’ve waited for this’ he whimpered, trying to keep himself composed. moaning at his confession you grabbed his arm and brought him down suddenly to kiss you. now in a missionary-esque position, haechan sat the camcorder down on the bed to face you both, sloppy kisses were exchanged, and you both gasped into each other mouths when haechan went deep and hit your sweet spot. moving up to his knees, and grabbing the camcorder, he pulls his hips down harder, drilling into your weeping cunt. you grunted growing incoherent as you babbled about how his dick was so big and for him to keep going, ‘you take me so well pretty girl’ he groaned, zooming in on your fucked out expression, ‘it’s like you were made for me, you're mine baby, all mine’ he breathed, his rhyme becoming sloppy and harder, faster.

you could feel fire start to poll in your lower abdomen, sinking your nails into haechans forearm as he moved circles in your burning clit with his free hand. ‘cum with me baby please’ he begged, ready to release inside of your warm pussy. you tensed feeling the lightning strike as you felt the earth stutter on its axis. groaning loudly, you finally let go, waves of pleasure coarse over your body, walls convulsing griping haechan like a vice. he whimpered above you, stilling his hips as he coated your insides white, curses flew out of his mouth as he made small trusts, loving the feeling of overstimulation. your thighs vibrated and jerked, letting your orgasm die down, haechan pulled out slowly, making you both hiss. he sighed contently, getting up and heading to the bathroom and coming back with a washcloth. he videotaped as his sticky substance dripped from your hole, cleaning you up thoroughly as he continued to zoom in.

‘well… that's a wrap’ he said cheekily and turned off the camera, placing it on his bedside table. you laughed at the comment, moving closer to him as he climbed into bed beside you. heart floating as he pulled you closer, bringing your head to rest on his chest. ‘i think that would win at fucking sundance’ he whispered, making you snort and playfully hit his chest. you both sat in comfortable silence, his fingers ghosting your back, moving up and down.

‘did you mean it? what you said?’ you asked, feeling small in his embrace.

‘what part?’ he ventured, grabbing hold of your shoulder.

‘when you said you had been waiting for this moment, was that real or just for the tape?’ you felt stupid needing clarification. you both had decided to make it overzealous so it would do numbers, he wouldn't think twice to say any of that stuff when money was on the line, or maybe he had meant it and in the heat of the moment confused about what you were also thinking.

‘of course i meant it love, if you can't tell, i’ve been in love with you for a while’ he confessed.

you gasped, head lifting off of his chest to gaze up at him, eyes shown in full sincerity, he went on ‘there's no one else who understands me as you do, you continue to put up with my shit, you're honest when i need it most, but you also support me in everything i do. you spent a week trying to find any companies that would take me on, going as far as to call continually when i never asked you to in the first place’

you groan remembering the hiring manager that had said ‘his resume wasn't good enough’ to which you gave them an earful telling them they would be stupid not to accept him. ‘you laugh at my stupid jokes and you always let me win in league, you are effortlessly beautiful without even trying, even after you have woken up after 15 hours of sleeping, seeing your face walk out of your bedroom door is the best feeling, i get so excited when you come home from work, like i’m a dog waiting for its owner’ you cry as you both sit up, holding each other.

‘haechan… i don't-… you’re my best friend, the person who knows me better than i know myself,’ he wipes small tears pricking from the corners of your eyes, just as they are about to fall ‘you always know when i’m down, you help me with tasks whenever i get frustrated and you never complain, you are my rock and i know i can always rely on you for anything, you’re my home.’ you finished your turn of the confession with a simple, ‘i love you too’

haechan gives you a small kiss, ‘no more crying, we should rest’ moving to turn off the lamp next to him, he puts you in an embrace and lays you down back in your previous position, kissing your hair you let your eyes flutter shut. ‘what if i told you i was a secret billionaire?’ he mumbled.

you squirmed, pretending to be annoyed at his antics, he gripped tighter, trapping you in his warmth, whining ‘please, go to fucking sleep’ you grumbled, finally settling down after a long day of shooting.

you stirred awake as the sunlight from the window hit your eyes, blinking you stretched and sat up, groaning as every muscle seemed to ache after last night. ‘good morning girlfriend’ haechan sang, walking into his room holding a plate of food for you.

‘girlfriend?’ you questioned, grabbing the fake porcelain from him.

he shook his head from side to side ‘mmm well we’re married in my head already, so that’s we can go with for now’

you sighed and nodded, smiling, ‘okay boyfriend, whatever you say’ picking up the bagel you got ready to take a bite when haechan gave you a nervous smile without saying anything, still standing in front of you ‘... what's wrong?’

‘don’t get mad, but hypothetically, what if i told you i forgot to hit record last night’ he cast his eyes downward, obviously trying to hold in a laugh.

you groaned, knowing he was still messing with you, ‘i saw the red light on the camera stupid, you can’t fool me.’ he looked up hearing the crunch from the toasted donut, happily eating away. ‘now come here and massage my back’ he immediately obliged, coming behind you to rub your pain away. ‘and make sure to delete everything before giving the camera to jaemin. please.’

haechan stopped, ‘but he said he wanted to see!!’

you turned around ready to grab him by the neck and not in a good way, ‘HAECHAN’. all he could do was laugh and hug you as tight as he could, never wanting to let go.

‘holy shit babe, come here and look at this’ haechan called from the kitchen, you came buzzing in, eager to see what he had to show you.

‘what is it?’ you mused, glancing down at his phone as he handed it to you.

you gasped, seeing the number of money your videos have made over the past couple of months, ‘that's enough to pay for four months of rent!!’ after a couple of months and making more videos, you started posting them to a private channel online and promoting them in various placing, thus helping you both reach pretty decent number for amateur porn. you even moved into his bedroom and turned your old one into a perfect little studio.

‘i know!!’ he got up from the table and hugged you in celebration, ‘and we owe it all to our first subscriber and top donator… maybe we can ask him to film for us some time’

you dropped your arms and grimaced, ‘jaemin’

it really was the best idea he ever had, and you love him for it.

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hausofwoo · 4 months ago

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graphic | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x afab reader

word count: 6.6K

summary: stuck in the monotony of your job at the mall, every day feels the same: opening the store, sitting behind the register, and counting the hours til close. you've even memorized the routines of the stores around you. but when a new guy starts at the comic book store across the way, you realize your predictable days may soon change.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, comic book store employee!mark, retail employee!reader, really cute and fluffy until it's not, public sex (public space but no one is there), unprotected piv (DONT DO THIS), mark throws u around like a lil play thing, oral (fem recieving), fingering, use of a petname (baby), lmk if i forgot anything!

author's note: this one took forever yall i know its been a while! been going thru some shit irl but things are settling and i was deadset on finishing this bc it's so cute :'-) thank u to T and @hausofmingi for being my beta readers ( ˘ ³˘)♡

working at a mall can be really tiring, but it’s not so bad when you have a crush.

you’ve been working at a retail store at your local mall for a few months now. it’s boring, there’s too many people on the weekends, and you have the worst hours. you found yourself working open to close for far too many shifts. but at the end of the day, at least it keeps the bills paid.

on slow days during the week, you’re always sat at the register, scrolling through your phone or twiddling your thumbs, counting down the seconds til closing time. sometimes you would even stare off into space, watching people pass by all day long.

you went to work always knowing exactly how the day would go; set up shop, maybe help some customers, and do fucking nothing for 8 to 10 hours. maybe a wave to the employees at the stores surrounding you, but sadly, that was usually the most interesting part of your day. you became accustomed to the monotony though, watching the same employees open up their shops next to yours.

the store directly across from yours is a comic book store. you know the few people that worked there, usually just saying “good morning” and going on with your day. you swear, you have this store memorized, knowing when the employees take their breaks, who’s working, what they’re working on that day. you didn’t really mean to, but when all you have to do is daydream, you kinda picked up on the routine there.

so when you arrive in the morning for yet another brutal open-to-close shift, you expect to just roll up the security shutters and sit back at the register all day. but there’s something different today; or rather, someone different.

sitting at the register at the comic book store is a man you’ve never seen before. his hair is perfectly messy and his glasses framed his eyes, which are focused on reading a comic. he’s working all by himself, which is surprising to you since you’re certain he’s new. you catch yourself staring and try to brush it off. he’s a new guy, so what?

you try your best to go about your day as normal, but you can’t help stealing glances over at the man at the store across from you. he has a captivating energy, and it makes you want to know more about him. he seems charismatic, being friendly with customers and earning smiles, then resuming his doodling once they leave. you notice that when he looks really focused, he bites the corner of his lip gently.

you gotta stop staring, or he will definitely notice. you decide to actually work on something for once, organizing the stock and straightening the shelves. soon enough, closing time creeps up on you. you do all of your closing duties and grab your things from the back. you close the security shutters, looking behind you quickly to see that the man is doing the same. he notices your gaze, so you kindly wave at him. instead of a wave back, blush forms on his face with a shy smile. and with that, he walks away.

the interaction was unreadable. he seemed to be so extroverted with customers, having no issue having casual conversations with them. why is he getting all shy now?

you started to pick up on the new routine at the comic book store. from what you could tell, the man worked similar hours to you, often opening and closing too. he rarely worked with anyone else, so the majority of the time you glanced over, he was reading comics, manga, or doodling in his notepad.

you never really got into comic books like that, and only dabbled with reading manga, but the growing interest in this man made you curious about learning more on what he was reading. maybe it wouldn’t hurt to check out the selection? perhaps get some recommendations? you just finished a short shift today so now was the perfect opportunity.

after grabbing your things and saying goodbye to your coworker, you make your way over to the comic book store. you approach the man, who’s sitting at the register as usual, reading. you see his name tag on his chest; a cute red pin with a spider-man drawing next to his name, “mark.”

“hi,” you say, pulling his attention away from reading.

“oh, hi,” he says, placing his comic down. “sorry, i didn’t see you come in.”

“it’s okay,” you reply, looking around at the goodies at the register. “i was wondering if you have any recommendations for a beginner at reading comics?”

“oh for sure,” he says, eyes lighting up. “marvel has tons of great ones. you could start with an ironman one, or maybe captain america? i personally like spider-man, but i’m definitely biased.”

“i’ll try spider-man,” you say after a beat.

mark gives you a nod with a warm smile before leaving the register to grab your comic. he searches through the spider-man section until he finds the first issue. he returns to the register, ringing you up.

“i think you’ll like it, it’s really good,” mark says, handing your receipt to you.

“i’m definitely looking forward to see what all the hype is about,” you chuckle. the conversation pauses for moment, clearly indicating that the interaction is pretty much over with. but you don’t want the conversation to end there, so you find something to keep talking about. “you’re new here, aren’t you? like you just started working here?”

“yeah, sort of,” he says, sitting back in his seat at the register. “i used to work here a while ago and i just came back ‘cause they needed someone.”

“oh nice,” you reply. “welcome back i guess?”

“haha, i guess,” he smiles, rubbing his hand on his neck. “it’s chill here, but it gets kinda boring.”

“tell me about it,” you chuckle. “it’s so slow during the week. i usually have nothing to do.”

“yeah, i just read or draw to pass the time,” mark says, pointing at his notepad on the counter.

“you like to draw?” you ask, curious.

“yeah,” he places a hand on the notepad, grabbing it. you can tell he’s getting shy again. “it’s just doodles.”

“you’ll have to show me some of those ‘doodles’ sometime,” you say with a sweet smile. you check your phone for the time. it’s getting closer to dinnertime and you’re starved. “i guess i’ll get out of here.”

“okay,” he stands again. “well, let me know what you think of the comic.”

“i will,” you say, turning to leave, then flipping back to look at him. “mark, right?”

he nods, asking for your name as well. he beams at you. “it’s nice to meet you. see you tomorrow?”

“see you tomorrow,” you say with a wave, walking out.

for the next week, you find yourself aching to talk to mark again. you read the comic he gave you, and it provided a little bit of insight into him… that he’s a bit of a nerd. definitely not a bad thing. it’s actually really endearing to you, knowing his life basically revolves around superheroes, free time and work alike. that he probably draws little comics in his notepad, and has sweet dreams about being superhuman. why is that so fucking cute?

you have a reason to talk to him again, of course: the next issue of spider-man. the problem is building up the courage again, which is ridiculous because he’s just a guy. a nerdy one at that, and you know that he would be putty in your hands if you really wanted him to be. but the longing you developed for him during those long hours of your shift, seeing him across the way, looking so cute in his round glasses… it’s making you nervous in a way that is difficult to explain.

you’ve been putting off going back to his store at this point. wouldn’t someone that wanted to get into superhero comics come back for the next edition? why aren’t you using your excuse to talk to him? not only that, but he even said he wanted you to come tell him what you thought of the comic. you’re just overthinking things.

you have another short shift one day, and decide today is the day. you gather your things and walk to the neighboring store, feeling the familiar butterflies you felt the first time you approached mark at the register. he’s drawing this time, crouched down and focused. he hears you walk in, lifting his head to meet your eyes. maybe you’re crazy, but it looks like his eyes light up.

“hey,” he says, closing the notepad in front of him. you present the spider-man comic to him, and he flashes a smile at you. “what’d you think?”

you chuckle, holding the comic close to your chest. “it was good, but too short. there’s another issue, right?” you joke, hoping it lands.

he lets out a giggle, “yeah, there definitely is. i’ll grab the next one for you.”

he walks over to a section near the front of the store, flipping through the excess of papers before he finds the 2nd issue. “if you liked that one, you’ll like this one even more.” he returns to the register with the issue, placing it on the counter for you.

“duel to the death with the vulture?” you read from the page. “i haven’t seen any of the movies recently so correct me if i’m wrong, but i don’t remember there being a vulture.”

“oh yeah, he’s in one of the later movies actually,” mark starts. “but you got a long way to go til you finally meet one of the iconic villians like the green goblin, or even the love interests gwen stacy or mary jane. it’ll be so worth the wait though.”

“how much do i owe you?” you ask, already pulling out your wallet.

“you can borrow it if you want,” he says.

“but this one belongs to the store, won’t you get in trouble?” you ask.

“just bring it back and it’s like it never happened,” he whispers, faking a shhh at you. “let’s just say it’s mall employee perk.”

you smile and accept it.

your new routine feels like a nice change of pace. every second of every day used to drag by, and yet at the same time, when you got home, everything that happened was so unbelievably boring that it all felt like a blur. nothing really significant happened to you. but something about trying something new, learning about a brand new niche interest, and even developing a crush… it’s finally something exciting.

you looked forward to the next time you got a new issue. not just that, but the next time you got to talk to mark. he has this charm about him that piqued your interest. it feels so easy to talk to him, as if you’ve already known each other for a long time and it isn’t just a budding friendship. you’d find yourself stopping by the comic book store a few times a week, anticipating the next comic and the underlying tension between you and mark.

like today, when you finally got off of work after a long shift. you were able to close up shop quickly and now you’re walking over to the comic book store, attempting to run in before mark locked up.

“hey, is it cool if i get the next issue real quick?” you ask, popping your head in the store.

“yeah, one sec,” he says, looking up from counting the cash in the register. “lemme just finish closing up the register.”

“are you implying that you’re gonna let me borrow another comic?” you ask, a flirty tone floating beneath.

“well of course,” he says, swiftly closing the cash drawer. “unless you want to start collecting, which by the way, SUPER expensive.”

“i think i’ll stick to being a casual reader for now,” you joke, approaching mark at the register.

“i don’t know, you might change your mind after this one,” he says, grabbing a comic from his bag. he holds it out to you, you grabbing it with your fingers briefly brushing past his. the motion makes you feel a little dizzy, and you can feel heat rising to your cheeks.

you shake your head, realizing this one doesn’t belong to the store. “wait, is this your own personal comic?”

“yeah, it’s one of my favorites,” he says, half focusing as he’s writing something on a sticky note at the counter. “i brought it in so you can borrow it.” you can see the corner of his mouth turning up, as if he’s trying to hold back a smile.

“you didn’t have to do that—”

“i wanted to,” he says, lifting his head up to hand you the sticky note he was writing on. “just treat it with care.”

you take the note, which is pale blue with a cartoon spider-man in the corner. in the middle of the note is a scrawled out phone number. you look up to see mark rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“if you want to tell me what you think?” he says, almost like a question.

“or maybe when i get bored during my shift?” you ask, chuckling.

“i’d like that a lot actually,” he smiles, his previous nervousness quickly washing away.

“you’ll regret it though,” you say, sticking the note on the front page of the comic. “because i get bored here a lot.”

“don’t worry,” mark laughs, shaking his head. “i don’t think i’ll get sick of you anytime soon.”

you finally reached issue #14 of spider-man, the one mark is lending to you. you grab it out of your bag at the beginning of your shift, sitting back in your chair behind the register and getting comfortable. you realize what it’s about and immediately text mark.

sent 10:17 am omg wait i didn’t realize this issue is the first appearance of the green goblin

you look across the way, seeing mark pick up his phone and smiling.

sent 10:18 am mark: oh yeah, he’s fuckin sick mark: you’re gonna love it

you click your phone off with a soft sigh, flipping back to your comic. you go about your shift switching from helping customers and checking them out, and reading. every once and a while, you’ll message mark with your comments and he would always reply with enthusiasm.

the end of your shift approaches quickly, and soon enough you’re closing the security shutters. you look behind you to see mark locking the doors and then doing the same. he must’ve felt your eyes on him, because he turns and flashes his famous smile to you. you walk over to him with the comic in hand.

“you were right,” you say, handing it him. “green goblin is super sick.”

“i told you,” he says, reaching for it, and your hands momentarily touching like last time. he gets flustered. “uh, i can give you the next one tomorrow if you’re working.”

“i am, yeah,” you reply, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “i am so curious though—when the hell does gwen stacy show up?”

“oh,” he giggles to himself. “you’re like, halfway there to finally seeing her.”

“i didn’t realize how extensive this series is,” you chuckle. “not that i’m complaining. i’m actually surprised by how much i like it.”

“i’m glad,” he says sweetly. “well, just come by tomorrow and i’ll give you the next issue.”

“i will.”

the following weeks, you became overtaken by superhero comics and stupid-fucking-adorable mark. you would read an issue of spider-man at work, and text mark with your reactions to certain scenes. at first you thought it might be annoying to him, but he actually seemed to encourage it, asking for your opinions on the characters and storyline.

it doesn’t help that every time you see mark, you get butterflies in your stomach. and it seemed to only be getting worse; you keep finding yourself smiling when his name pops up on your phone. you wake up excited to go to work, because you know you’ll probably have another interaction with him. sometimes, mark would even catch you staring at him and give a little nod with a smile. but what made things exponentially worse was when you catch him gazing at you too, catching you off guard but making a smile spread across your lips. you are smitten, and if anyone else was concerned, mark is probably smitten too. the issue is getting him to finally take the hint and making a real move on you.

he may get a little flustered around you, but he’s not exactly shy. after all, he did give you his number unprompted. but after weeks of going back and forth strictly talking about comics and work, you started to lose hope. you just want him. he must want you back just as bad.

after another closing shift, you watch the mall-goers pass by and file out of the building. the mall is basically empty now, most of the neighboring stores already closed and employees leaving for the day. you had to stay a little bit late, cleaning up a huge mess in the store from some rude customers. you thought you would have time to stop by to see mark, but with the amount of things you have to put away, your chances are looking slim.

you shuffle around the store, placing items back on the shelves and organizing the tables of merchandise. you eyes shift over to the comic book store, expecting to see it dark and locked up. but it isn’t; mark is still in there, half the lights still on, with him unboxing comics from their latest shipment. you already knew it was restock day for them (god you have way too much free time), but you didn’t realize how many boxes they got in.

you open the front door of your store, whisper-yelling through the security shutters. “mark!”

mark’s head turns to look at you and flashes a grin at you. “yo, you’re still here too?”

you nod, leaning on the glass door. you hold up a few of the displaced items in your hands. “go-backs,” you shrug.

he points at the pile of boxes in front of him, “restock. we got a lot of shit in early for christmas.”

“don’t say christmas please, i don’t want to think about it yet,” you say with a laugh.

you turn away to get back to work, putting all the merchandise back to their assigned spots. you don’t know what the hell got into people today; messing up all your organization you’ve done and putting things in all the wrong places. it didn’t help that you had to deal with some assholes with returns today too. you always theorize it’s from a full moon or mercury retrograde or something; those things must be the reason people start acting up.

after about an hour of cleaning, you finish up and can finally call it a day. you close up shop and turn to see mark still working on stocking at his store. you approach the security gate of the store, with its front door still propped open.

“i still need my next issue by the way,” you say to mark, who stands from his crouching position in front of an open box. he walks up to the gate and pushes it up, just enough for you to come through. you look hesitant.

“come in, it’s okay,” he says, motioning you in. you duck under the security gate, slipping into the store. “how was your day? looks like you had a lot to do.”

“yeah, the store was a mess,” you say, following him to the register. “i’ve never had to stay so late after close.”

“it’s only gonna get worse the closer it gets to christmas,” mark says while weaving around the boxes with you.

“what did i say about christmas?” you joke, nudging his shoulder softly.

“sorry, sorry,” he laugh, putting his hands up. you wait patiently for him as he kneels behind the register, looking for your comic. he pops back up with a stumped look on his face. “i swear i thought i put it up here to give to you but i can’t find it. i’m gonna go check the back.”

he starts walking to the back room, and looks back at you. “feel free to sit if you want. our stockroom is a wreck, this might take a sec.”

you nod to him, squeezing past the tower of boxes to sit in the chair at the register. it feels kinda funny to sit back here, like you’re seeing the store from a different perspective, from mark’s perspective. you look around behind the counter, seeing the little notes and cute super-hero knick knacks gathered around.

there’s a mini batman funko pop positioned in the corner, with a sticky note placed under his feet reading “no drinks at the register.” you look over to see a large iced coffee with mark’s name in sharpie. well, we all bend the rules a bit. his name tag is placed on the counter by a stack of comics. you grab it to take a closer look. it’s a plastic red pin with a white pop-art bubble. in the corner is a small piece of paper stuck on it, attached with office tape. on the paper is a spider-man doodle, made with red and blue marker and pen ink.

you’re sure this must’ve been drawn by mark. you have yet to see any of his drawings (despite your prying), so maybe seeing this one up close will give you a sneak peek into his style. it’s a little messy, with scratchy lines and colors bleeding outside the borders. despite that, it has a distinct style that you’re fond of. it’s not perfect, let alone does it look like the super-heroes you’ve been reading in your comics. but it has a quality to it that feels less polished and flat. it has character. the messiness makes it feel more… real.

you set his name tag down, placing it back next to the large stack of comics. these must be his go-backs. he’s been so wrapped up with his shipment he probably hasn’t had time to put them away. you think maybe it would be nice to help a bit. he’s been nice enough to let you borrow comics from the store, and you’re just waiting around after all.

you pick up the stack of comics, situating them into your arms, when you look down and see that under the stack is mark’s notepad. it’s not closed like you’re used to seeing it, opened to a clean white page with a drawing covering up a majority of it. it’s in a comic book style, you’re not surprised. but it has the same quality that his name tag doodle does; scrawly and messy, with no real precise lines. the colors are splashed across the page, with blotches of scribbled colored marker decorating it. then realize what it is—who it is.

it’s you.

the whole image captures you and a little bit of your surroundings. positioned at your normal spot at the register, you’re looking down at a comic with your fingers playing with the ends of your hair. but it has a dream-like feel to it, with the pages of the comic illuminating your face as if a source of power is emanating from it. and then the best part: the wings. placed behind your shoulders are pair of feathered wings, outstretched in a sketched black ink. it’s beautiful.

it’s beautiful and it’s you. mark drew you.

“yo, sorry that took so long,” mark says while emerging from the back, eyes still focused on the comic in his hands. “i finally found it, but dude i had to do some digging—”

mark’s words are cut short when he notices you holding his notepad, comics that were placed atop abandoned on the counter by you. he visibly gulps.

“mark…” you start, not moving your eyes from the drawing. “what’s this?” without a response for a few moments, you tear your eyes away to see mark with blush on his cheeks, mouth open but unable to let any words out. “did you… did you draw me?”

“look, it gets really slow during the day, i just did a little sketch to pass time—”

“mark, this isn’t just a sketch,” you say, looking back down at the notepad. “this is amazing.”

“y-you like it?” mark says, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“of course i like it,” you say.

“you don’t think it’s weird that i drew you without telling you?” mark asks, nervousness radiating from him.

“i don’t think it’s weird at all,” you say. “i actually love it. i like that you drew me as a superhero too, and one with wings at that.”

mark stays quiet, looking at his feet and probably overthinking everything right now. you look back up at him, tension building in your stomach as you ask what you already know the answer to. “you like me, don’t you?”

mark lifts his head to meet your eyes. he bites his lip anxiously as he nods slowly.

a streak of courage overtakes you as you grab his arm to pull him closer, him tripping over his own feet and crashing into your chest. you’re leaned against the counter, with mark’s arm behind you and hand placed flat on the surface. your faces are close, and you can feel his breath. his eyes are glued onto your lips, and he swallows thickly.

“mark, just kiss me,” you mumble, aching for him.

he wastes no time, leaning in to slot his lips between yours. he snakes an arm around your waist, holding you as close as he can. you melt into him, goosebumps floating across your skin in all-consuming desire. you move your hand to hold his cheek, thumb swiping on his smooth skin and fingers tangled in his soft, messy hair.

he pulls away, breath still shaky. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long…” he trails off before leaning in and kissing you again, this time with more passion. he swipes his tongue between your lips, with you willingly accepting him. his hands trail up and down your sides, then finally places a firm grip on your waist and lifting you to sit on the counter. he slots between your legs, his body pressed close to yours. your fingers card through his hair, earning a sweet hum from him.

his hands trail down to your ass, pushing you closer against him to where you feel the bulge forming in his jeans. he can’t even hold back his moan, it being muffled by your lips. he pulls away again, this time kissing from your cheek down to your neck. he sucks at the expanse of skin while he caresses the other side of your throat. you let out a soft hum in pleasure, savoring every bite and lick—

“fuck, you sound so hot too,” he says in between kisses. he moves a hand down to your breast, kneading it roughly. you throw your head back, soaking in the pleasure from just his hands alone. his beautiful fucking hands, the ones that drew you. his lips feel so good on you, but his hands feel even better. it’s as if he’s been waiting for this moment for eternity and he doesn’t want to let you go. almost as if holding you, touching you is the only thing keeping him grounded in reality. it doesn’t feel real to you either; that mark, the cute boy you’ve had a crush on for weeks and weeks is kissing you, holding you, and yearning for you all the same.

you feel so wrapped up in the moment that you almost forget that you’re in public. sure, there’s no one left in the mall and the only people left are probably mall security, but the risk of being seen is still there. it just feels too good to stop.

“mark,” you say, giving in to the anxiety. “are we really doing this? right here, right now?”

he pulls back to look at you, still holding you close. “it’s just us here, and if it’s okay with you, i don’t think i can wait any longer.”

“i don’t think i can either,” you respond.

suddenly mark is ripping your clothes off, all while pulling you both behind one of the comic display cases. it’s your turn to take his clothes off, and you’re yanking his jacket off and pulling up his graphic tee and discarding them both on the floor. the exchange is a jumbled mess of constant touching of skin and clothes flying in every direction, a true testament to how desperate you both want each other. he’s kissing you all the while, taking every opportunity to peck at you between the tugging of clothes.

he leans you against the display bookshelf full of comics, completely unbothered when an issue or two falls off. your hand travels down into this jeans, feeling him hard and pulsing against your palm. you stroke his length slowly, focusing most of the stimulation on his dripping head. he lifts one of your legs slightly to get better access to you under your skirt, then looks at you as if he’s asking for permission.

you nod your head profusely before leaning in to kiss him deeply. it doesn’t last long, because suddenly he’s pushing inside you and you’re gasping at the stretch—

“you’re so—fuck—so fucking tight,” he hisses, attempting to push in as slowly as he can. your mouth is fully agape in bliss as he finally bottoms out, reaching deep inside of you. he catches your eyes, lust filled in his own as he slowly starts to move.

he’s slow at first, knowing that his size is stretching you out to the point where it’s nearly painful. but it feels so fucking good, his cock dragging in and out of your tight walls. you can tell he wants to pick up the pace, with his breath shuddering with each stroke. you take the opportunity to kiss him again, wanting to taste his soft lips as he gradually begins to pound into you.

he’s groaning against your lips, and your moans are muffled against his. you’re trying to salvage any sort of public decency by holding back your sounds the best you can. it’s when he grabs your legs and lifts you to press you against the display shelf that you realize that that shred of awareness of your surroundings is about to be long fucking gone.

he’s holding you up by gripping your ass, pistoning into you at a pace that you can only describe as brutal. it’s no use trying to stifle your moans anymore, with him hitting your cervix over and over and making you see stars at each stroke—

“mark, it feels so fucking good,” you can only whine out to him, wrapping your arms around his neck tighter, tugging at his hair—

“you feel so fucking good, jesus,” he groans against your neck, heaving breaths tickling at your throat.

his pace is wild, but the force in which he’s pounding into you begins to cause the comic books around you to tumble off the shelves, creating a pile at mark’s feet. he doesn’t seem to care though. that is, until a comic book falls from a shelf above you and hits him on the head.

“ah!” he exclaims, realizing what happened. he stops his movements to look at you, holding back a smile.

you can’t hold back your laugh, giggling profusely at the ridiculousness of the situation. he laughs too, shaking his head and letting out a sigh.

“this is crazy,” he says, resting his forehead on yours.

“i know,” you reply, still giggling. with one last laugh, he leans in and kisses you tenderly, smile still formed on his lips. you melt into him, ruffling your fingers through his hair as he begins to pick back up the roll of his hips into you.

it feels like a sweet moment, the fact that you can be doing such a scandalous act and still giggle with him. the tenderness doesn’t last for long, however, when he hits that perfect spot inside you that forces you to release a sharp moan.

“mark, oh my god,” you whimper, attempting to roll your hips down onto him. “keep doing that, please—”

“fuuuck,” he groans, feeling your core clenching around his length. “you take me so well, baby.”

all you can do now is nod, whimpering and whining on him. you can’t believe that this man that has always been so endearing, so kind and lovable has this completely different side to him that you’re only now getting to experience. it brings a different sort of intrigue to him; that he’s more than just a cute boy that works at a mall. he’s complex. he’s a fucking man. he’s a fucking. sex. god.

his breathing starts to become irregular, and his pace is back to merciless. his groans, fuck, his moaning. he’s bouncing you on his cock in the perfect way to where your moans are matching his. you can feel his dick pulsing inside you—

“i’m gonna cum,” he can only breathe out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “can i?”

“yes mark, please,” you whine, tugging at the ends of his hair. all the while you’re clenching around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to his release.

with a low groan, his hips stutter and you feel his seed spilling into you, completely filling you up. the rocking of his hips stall, and he’s finally letting you down and kissing you sweetly, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“god, you are fucking perfect,” he whispers to you. you let out a giggle, leaning your forehead against his. “hey, i’m not done with you yet.”

he quickly moves you to the glass display counter, lifting you to sit you on it. he pushes your thighs open, lifting your skirt up to get a better look at you. he looks enamored, like he’s starving and the only thing to appease his hunger is by having you on his mouth.

he dives in, licking a stripe up your core with a groan. he repeats this action, as if he’s savoring every drop of your essence mixed with his release that’s slowly dripping out of you—

“so fucking hot,” he hums, releasing a hand from your thigh to tease at your entrance.

“mark, please,” you beg. “stop teasing—”

he attaches his mouth to your clit, swirling his tongue around in smooth, controlled circles. your hands fly to his head, body already twitching from stimulation. his finger is still prodding at your hole, wanting to enter but not just yet. he instead continues to ravage at your sensitive bud, intentional movements making your head spin. he knows what he’s doing and he knows he’s good, especially with the shaking of your thighs and high pitched moans escaping your lips egging him on.

he looks up at you, flattening his tongue out and doing long, drawn out licks. the eye contact is insane, the lust filled in them only making it that much hotter. he’s enjoying every second of this, seeing you shake and begging him to keep going. he loves the taste of you too, so sweet and almost addictive. he could die like this.

his teasing finger finally starts to deepen inside you, slowly at first. he can feel every pulse of your core around his finger, and it’s so hot that he can feel himself getting hard again. and you’re so wet, oh my god, so fucking wet. your arousal is dripping down his chin and his hand, making a sticky mess. when you start to roll your hips onto his face, he swears he’s in heaven.

he inserts another finger, feeling that tightness grip around them. it’s only getting more erratic now, clenching around him with each grind of your hips. he curls his fingers to prod at that sensitive spot, causing you to moan out his name—

“mark, don’t stop,” you whine, looking down at him basically making out with your pussy.

he continues the same movements, repeatedly hitting your g spot and swirling his dripping tongue on your clit. your back arches and legs unintentionally close around his head, making him push them back open with his free hand.

and then he starts humming against you. the vibrations send a shock wave through your body, that mixed with his fingers, his tongue, his hand gripping tightly against your thigh… it feels so intense and so so good. you cum on his tongue, with him desperately holding your hips down and he helps you ride out your high. he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, and you have to grab his head and lift it.

“oh my god,” you gasp, slowly coming down.

he smirks up at you with arousal-coated lips. “yeah, oh my god.” he stands up, immediately going to kiss you and you accepting him, wrapping your arms around him. he pulls away and leans his head against yours.

“i can’t believe we just did that,” he says, sighing out an exasperated laugh.

“i know, what the fuck, right?” you giggle.

“are you- are you doing anything right now?” he asks. “like, do you wanna get food or something?”

“are you asking me on a date?” you ask teasingly.

“don’t tell me you decided you’re creeped out by the drawing now,” he laughs.

“yeah. suuuper creeped out,” you joke, leaning in for another kiss. you hear a noise behind you, and look out through the security shutters to see a mall security guard passing by, scrolling through his phone.

“looks like he just missed the show,” mark says, causing you both to try and hold back your fit of giggles.

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ayukas · 2 months ago

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18+ mdni

dry humping w/ nct dream 𖦹ࡇ𖦹

mark

dry humping with mark often starts when he's too tired to fully engage but still wants to satisfy you. he's stretched thin from schedules and late-night recordings, so his usual energy is depleted. you can't help but take advantage of his exhaustion though, wanting to please him in return for all the nights he's worshipped you. you carefully climb onto his lap, grinding against him while he lazily leans back, hands weakly gripping your hips. "fuck baby, i can't... too tired..." he mumbles, only to let out a gutteral groan when you press against him just right. the way his breathing turns ragged is so addictive, and soon he's thanking you in between pants, his fatigue melting into the pleasure you're giving him.

"fuuuck, needed this so bad. you're so good to me."

renjun

with renjun, it's the unspoken tension during quiet, intimate moments that get to you both. movie nights are his favourite way to unwind, but when his hand starts to idly roam up your thigh, you know it's only a matter of time. it's subtle at first—his lips casually brushing against your ear under the guise of a comment about the movie, or the way his soft fingers play around the hem of your shirt. before you know it, he's pulling you onto his lap, his voice low and filled with a mix of affection and need. "fuck—we're not even halfway through with the movie," he murmurs, breath warm against your ear as his hips push up to meet yours,

"but i just can't wait any longer."

jeno

for jeno, dry humping is an impatient, messy ordeal. it's unrestrained and raw, with sweat beading on both your foreheads as he grips your waist with bruising strength. the friction builds too fast, too strong, and within minutes, he's already trembling beneath you, gasping for air. "baby, please... can't take it anymore," he whines, voice breaking as he pleads to feel you fully. his desperation is palpable, and even though he tries his best to hold back, it never lasts long. the second he feels you grinding just right, your swollen clit grazing over his tip, he's begging with wide, lust-filled eyes,

"can i put it in, please? fuck, just the tip—i swear it'll feel so good..."

hyuck

dry humping with haechan always starts off as a battle of wills. he's glued to his computer, headset on, shouting profanities at his screen, but it's just so hot that you can't help but want to distract him. you straddle him quickly, blocking his view, and his whiny protests quickly morph into high-pitched moans when you starting grinding your heat against him. "baby, i was in the middle of a game!" he complains, though his hands immediately grab your hips to guide your movements, his hips jerking up to gain more friction. he's loud, burying his face in your neck as he lets out the most sinful noises. "fuuuck, you feel so fucking good," he groans, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs.

"you win, baby—ahh—just don't stop… fuck—please."

jaemin

jaemin is the king of control. he knows exactly how to drive you crazy. he's so smug and cocky, leaning back as he watches you struggle to keep your composure while grinding against him. it should piss you off, how he seems to be so unaffected while you're desperately trying to chase your high. "is this all you've got?" he teases, his tone dripping with mockery. he refuses to give in until you're utterly desperate, using the friction between your thin silk panties and his rough jeans to bring yourself to the brink while staying frustratingly composed himself. "c'mon baby, you can do better than this..." he taunts, his grip on your hips tightening just enough to make you shiver. and when you finally push him over the edge, his smirk only grows wider as he coos,

"good job baby, now lets see how much more desperate you can get for nana, hm?"

chenle

for chenle, the thrill is half the fun. he's all about the risk, pulling you into the backseat of his car even when your friends have only stepped away to grab some snacks at the petrol station. the mere idea of someone catching the two of you only spurs him on, getting him harder than ever. after all, he's just a whore for exhibitionism. "shh, you don't want our friends to see you like this, do you?" he whispers with a mischievous grin, though his own breathing is uneven as he grinds against you. his hands roam everywhere, tugging at your clothes just enough to make you squirm. the tension is electrifying, and he can’t hide the satisfied smirk when he feels you trembling above him.

"see? told you it'd be worth it."

jisung

jisung is so needy, it's overwhelming. just being near you has him worked up, but he's too shy to articulate exactly what he wants from you. instead, he opts to cling onto you, his big, veiny hands wandering all over your body shamelessly as he presses his hips against yours with little control. "need you s'bad, please..." he stammers out, face flushed as he buries it against your shoulder. it's sweet in its desperation, his inexperience making him all the more endearing. he's a mess of shaky hands and ragged breaths, and when he finally lets go, he's holding onto you like you're his lifelife, whispering pleas while trembling as ropes of his release stain the inside of his boxers.

"ahh fuuuck, you're amazing."

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luvyeni · 4 months ago

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( reaction ) unintentionally riding them ! ୨୧ 一 엔시티드림 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ unintentionally riding nct dream on a rideヾ

boyfriend!엔시티드림・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ nudes , allusions to sex wc ・ ‎n/a ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ click to library

request. hear me out…… what about nct dream going with yn to that ride disco pang pang and you end up on top of them (idk if you’ve seen a video that’s been going around where a girl is literally riding other girl😭)

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 those rides are scary as hell i couldn't imagine falling into a strangers lap like the video.

﹙ 𐙚 : mark﹚ .ᐟ

he knows you mean no harm; the ride was quite literally tossing you both around , and you just happened to land on him — but it didn't stop his cock from growing inside is jeans. he's stressed , he knows you feel it. “fu-fuck im so sorry.” he said , your face is hot , cheeks are rosy as you feel him beneath you , he's embarrassed , but so turned on , he was gonna cum . “but fuck you feel good , im sorry , im so sorry .” he's just wishing the damn ride would end.

“fuck im sorry but im about to cum.”

﹙ 𐙚 : renjun﹚ .ᐟ

he's embarrassed as hell; but his ass is not about to let you know that. “re-renjun are you hard?” he scoffed , rolling his eyes. “you're straddling me , and this ride is bouncing you on my dick , of course I'm hard , wouldn't you be hard if you were in my position? i know you're probably turned on right now , don't make it seem like it's only me.” he stressed , he's about to cum in his pants and he wasn't about to give you leverage to further tease him. “oh fuck will this ride ever fucking end.”

“we're leaving this fucking amusement park arter this.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeno﹚ .ᐟ

his hands immediately come to your waist to hold you from falling when the ride tossed you into his lap. “hi.” he tries to smile it off — even though the ride is practically bouncing you on his dick. you're actually the one profusely apologizing , but he pretends that it doesn't even bother him , even though he's hard a fucking rock and you're riding him unintentionally in front of all these people and he has to force himself not to moan. “i don't think i can get up after this.” he said. “it's already embarrassing with you on top of me.”

“i don't want these people to see my dick hard.”

﹙ 𐙚 : haechan﹚ .ᐟ

shameless motherfucker; you would've thought he was already hard before the ride tossed you into the boys lap. “haechan are you serious?” he smirking holding you close by your waist. “you're grinding on top of me and you're confused as to why im hard.” he scoffed , your eyes widened at his sudden brazen attitude , you knew he was a wild card but even this was too much for you. you only come back when he groans , he doesn't even care.

“fuck if this ride doesn't stop soon i’m gonna cum.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jaemin﹚ .ᐟ

with the smirk on his face , you would've thought he orgistrated the entire thing himself , his hands on your waist , meanwhile you're the one who's embarrassed as hell. “why are you so embarrassed?” he knew you could feel his hard on , he could feel you as well. “im-im glad you're having a good time.” you on the other hand , your body was on fire. “I am baby i am.” the ride still tossing you around but he made sure to hold you still.

“but i'm more excited about the time we're about to have when we get off this ride.”

﹙ 𐙚 : chenle﹚ .ᐟ

completely turns it on you; yeah he's the one thats hard , but you're the one on top of him and you're the one who caused it in his eyes , not the ride. “if you wanted to ride me you should've just asked , not force me on this nauseating ride so you can do it shamelessly.” you wanted to slap him so bad , but you were too busy grabbing the bar to keep yourself from flying off. “sh-shut up.” your face hot from embarrassment as you straddled him. “im not gonna cum in my pants like a teenager.”

“but all bets are off when we get off this ride.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jisung﹚ .ᐟ

he wants to kill himself to moment he feels you on top of him; his face is red , he wanted to die — but it felt good and that's what made him feel like a pervert , because it wasn't sexual , but his stupid cock didn't seem to get the message. he swore the person who managed the ride had something against him because the ride was never ending and no matter how many times you tried to get up , the ride was plopping you back into his lap. “ji-jisung.” your hands holding his shoulders , he stops you before you can finish.

“please don't say anything , im sorry , so fucking sorry.”

©LUVYENI

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nerdlvr · 6 months ago

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whiny!mark that has the most sensitive dick. getting head would be like torture for him, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming at the slightest touch.

and you know just where to tease him. swirling your tongue around his head before putting your lips around him, suckling lightly. letting out a little laugh as you see your boyfriend’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets of the loudest groan you’ve ever heard. he’d bring his hand down to your head, grabbing your hair in a weak attempt to pull you off of him.

“fuck, baby please, please, oh my god, i’m gonna cum, fuck.”

the grip on your hair loosening as you sink down on him further, feeling him gently poke the back of your throat before swallowing around him.

“holy shit, oh my- fuckkk, i’m cumming baby i’m cumming.”

you feel his warm release fill your throat as he whines out a string of curses. practically ripping you off of him when you try to keep sucking him off, overstimulation making him pull his hips away.

“you’re gonna be the death of me y/n, really.”

you let out a giggle as you wipe the corners of your lips, giving him a cheeky smile.

“wipe that grin off your face sweetheart, it’s my turn now.”

oh you were in for a treat.

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my last cryptic crush chapter got to me i need whiny mark noww

#3am thoughts #nct dream #nct #nct imagines #mark #mark lee #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct smut

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belovedhoon · 12 days ago

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you send dream a nsfw meme- nct dream

paring: nct dream description: text smau where y/n sends a dirty meme to dream contains: nsfw meme, sugg convos, cursing (MDNI) taglist: @shypen @st1llm0nster

Jaemin-

Jeno-

Haechan-

Mark-

Renjun-

Chenle-

Jisung-

A/N: Sorry the pic in Mark's looks weird idk what happened..Hope you guys enjoyed nevertheless! Lemme know what you guys think! Also you guys can send in requests for text fics/smaus! <3

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vnti-vnxiety-recs · 17 days ago

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NCT Dream as crybaby tops (M) ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

wrote this while procrastinating instead of working on learning curves 2 hehehe.

These will give you whiplash how fast the tone changes from each member LOL. inspo from this tiktok (If you don't have tiktok anymore it just says “who actually likes crybaby tops who apologize mid thrust?”)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, toxic relationship, cock ring, mature, MDNI

Mark

Mark was a sentimental man who cherished every little moment. This year, for your anniversary, you didn’t do much; you simply spent the entire day together, spoiling each other and watching movies. Later that night, he prepared dinner for you, and while you showered, he decorated the room. Rose petals adorned the new silk sheets, and candles flickered along the windowsill and dresser.

As soon as you stepped out of the shower, smelling heavenly, he laid you back against the mattress. He wanted you to feel all of him—his heart, mind, soul, and body—it was all yours.

“I love you.” The words were passed back and forth between you two as he showered you in adoration.

He didn’t realize he was crying until his vision started to blur, your face becoming fuzzy behind a veil of tears. He loved the way you looked beneath him, believing you were the prettiest person in the world. He moans, the sound coming from deep in his chest. He wanted to be closer, needed to merge with you, to feel you deep inside his very being. The depth of his love moved him to tears, and he couldn’t stop crying.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him through your own moans of pleasure. He wiped at his tears in embarrassment, but you cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe with me,” you said, your voice breathy as he continued to thrust into you, not slowing down despite his tears. “I love you.”

He vowed to make sure you would never forget it.

Renjun

Renjun liked to think of himself as a patient man, but the truth was, he had no tolerance for games. You, on the other hand, thrived on them. You drove him crazy, always pushing him to the edge, seeing how far you could get beneath his skin. Your relationship was rocky, constantly on again off again. You two had a long and messy past but couldn’t keep away from each other long enough to heal from it.

You were perched on the edge of his counter, swinging your legs and flashing a dazzling smile as he raged at you. "You think this is funny?!" he shouted, frustration etched on his face. You shrugged nonchalantly, and he gripped his hair in exasperation. He blew out a breath, trying to calm himself down. “You can’t take shit seriously.”

Renjun cried when he was frustrated and that was why you do what you do. You laugh as you see the tears begin to well up in his eyes. You loved seeing him break down, loved the way his entire demeanor changed when he was humiliated. His chest huffs in annoyance but you notice the bulge straining against his sweats, he loved this just as much as you did. He loved being humiliated.

He yanks you off the counter and into his room, tossing you onto the bed roughly.

“You come into my life again and again and you ruin everything,” he complains while undressing you. His lips connect to yours in a hot breathy kiss. His words were angry, but his eyes betrayed a different story – a hunger that burned bright.

There were times when Renjun swore he was done with you, that he'd finally had enough of the games and the drama. Times when he vowed to block you, to move on. You knew it was all just a show to make you think he was serious but you knew he'd always come crawling back.

He moved over you, his body hot to the touch when you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. You moaned, feeling him sink deeper into you. You moan desperately in his ear, the way you clenched around him had him gripping your waist tighter.

Other times he loved you, despite the chaos you brought into his life. In these moments, he was helplessly, hopelessly yours.

And when his anger settled, he would apologize, his body still moving with a rhythm that left you breathless. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please don't leave me. I take it back – I didn't mean it." Tears fill his eyes as he apologizes over and over again between each thrust.

You would always have him exactly where you wanted him.

Jeno

He didn't like being mean, and he truly hated yelling, so he felt terrible for getting onto you. The way you immediately deflated and your smile faltered almost made him want to jump off the balcony.

“I’m sorry, baby. Just let me get it for you,” he said, helping you down from the counter. It was partly his fault; you had asked him to stop putting the flour on the top shelf. It was all the way in the back of the cupboard and you were so proud of yourself for not needing his help. You had climbed up to get it while you were cooking together. You didn’t notice the hot stove right next to you, and nearly burned yourself in the process.

He just didn't want you to get hurt, so he apologized throughout dinner. You had assured him a hundred times that it was fine, but he felt the need to make it up to you. He showered you with affection, peppering your face with kisses, offering an apology with each one. You were having ice cream for dinner, and when you offered him some, he cheekily replied that he wanted you for dessert. You didn’t stop him when he dropped to his knees.

He eagerly tasted you, his mouth full but still managing to mumble “sorrys” against you. As your hand moved through his hair, sweeping his bangs back, you watched him devour you. Warm tears streamed down his face, smudging against your thighs. He could taste the salt of his tears mixed in with the sweet juice of your pussy.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

He didn’t know why he was crying; he just hated that you looked so hurt earlier, and it was because of him.

Later, when he had you pinned against the mattress beneath him, it was you who was crying, as he took you again and again.

Haechan

Haechan didn’t know what the word “enough” meant. He was never satisfied and could never get enough of being buried deep between your warm walls. After a long day at work, all he wanted was to unwind and lose himself in you. When you looked up at him, leaning above you, it was clear he had achieved just that. He was completely gone, caught in a trance from the way you sucked him in. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out.

Overstimulation sent tremors through your body, but you welcomed everything he gave you, knowing how much he needed this.. His eyes were glazed over as he fucked into you, mumbling incoherent praises against your shoulder when he hid his face between your neck and shoulder. He had cum already but couldn't stop, you felt too good.

“I’m sorry, baby. Please… it feels so good,” he begged, feeling you start to squirm as the overstimulation became overwhelming.

He had fucked himself to tears between your legs, shaky moans escaping his lips in embarrassment. His eyes watered, his bottom lip trembled, and yet he couldn’t stop. He looked so pathetic that you couldn’t help but clench around him even harder.

He looked surprised for a moment before a smirk spread across his face, sniffing back the tears. “Pervert,” he teased. “You like seeing me cry, don’t you?”

You showed him just how much you enjoyed it by flipping him onto his back and riding him until he was gripping the sheets.

Jaemin

Jaemin loved coming over to your apartment just to be with you. Whether you sat in comfortable silence for hours, watched movies, or yapped away, he didn’t mind as long as he got to spend that time with you. Tonight, there was nothing on the agenda—just an old Lifetime movie playing on TV while you both scrolled through your phones. His head rested in your lap as you sat up against the headboard, one hand scrolling through your phone while the other played gently in his hair.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked, setting your phone down.

Jaemin tossed his phone onto the bed and looked up at you with curiosity. “Go for it.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you warned.

Jaemin already had a smile breaking through, and he chuckled softly.

You tugged on his hair playfully. “Stoppp! I’m being serious.”

He sat up, grinning. “Of course I’m going to laugh if you specifically tell me not to!”

“Are you done?” you asked, half-smiling.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“I think it’s hot when guys cry in bed,” you admitted.

Jaemin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise; he wasn’t expecting the conversation to go that way. A look of confusion crossed his face. He couldn't imagine crying in bed—why would he feel sad getting fucked?

“Am I weird?” you asked after a pause.

“No, I guess I just don't understand,” he replied genuinely. “Why would I be crying in bed?”

“Because it feels so good,” you explained.

He tilted his head, considering your words. “I don’t think that’s possible. I doubt I would cry.”

“Bet?” you challenged. “I could so make you cry.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he teased back.

The next time he came over, you sent him straight to the bedroom. You had sat him against your headboard, grinding down against his clothed cock as you slowly built him up. You stop your makeout to undress and to pull out your surprise. He shuddered as you put the cock ring on him. Stubborn like a Leo, he insisted that a cock ring wouldn’t make him cry, but you shushed him and pulled him on top of you. As you kissed him, your hands roaming over his skin, you raked your nails softly down his back to coax him into letting his guard down. You were going to ruin him.

As he slipped between your legs, the cock ring seemed to fade from his mind. He was focused on thrusting into you and the way your hips were grinding against him. You pulled him down into another kiss, this one deep and slow as you swirl your tongue around his distractingly.

You slyly reached for the remote under your pillow and turned the cock ring up to the second notch. Instantly, his hips jerked in response, and his mouth dropped open. “Shit! Fuck princess,” he moaned desperately, grinding against you. He bites down on his bottom lip and a shiver runs down his spine.

“Come on, Jaem, don’t stop,” you encouraged, gripping his waist, pushing his hips back and forth to help him find his rhythm.

He buried his face in your neck, trying to pick up speed. Broken moans filled your ears, sending heat through you. Each time he bottomed out, the cock ring buzzed against your clit, making your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you and pinning him down.

The cock ring vibrated deliciously, pushing tightly against him, and the sensations left Jaemin dizzy. As you reached your climax, you squeezed around him, and he lost himself in the moment, eyes rolling back as he came too. His body trembled, and when he looked down at you, tears filled his eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” He slurs. “Fuck I couldn’t hold it.” Voice sounds wrecked as he thrust weakly, riding out his high.

Once he had enough, he finally tapped out, and you stopped the vibrations. You unwrap your legs from around his waist, allowing him to pull out, breathless and spent. You watch as he collapses next to you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, a mixture of shock and pleasure etched across his face.

“I told you so.”

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dazedhyu · 2 days ago

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Sunrise 𓂃 🌆 lmk

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー bf!mark x fem!reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : established relationship, smut, unprotected rough sex (wrap it b4 you tap it!!), morning / afternoon sex, pussy slapping, praising, choking, creampie, dacryphilia, overstimulation, lots of pet names (he's literally obsessed w you) ... lmk if i missed any ><

★彡 1.4k wc!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : hello hello! i went crazy on this... plz enjoy... a gift for my new fans since you guys are enjoying focus so much! i have three longer fics in the works rn that should be coming out through the next month or two (hopefully..) so stay tuned for those! (one dropping on valentines day so keep an eye out ;3) hope u love rough markie as much as i do <3

Just a few hours ago, you and Mark were tangled in the sheets, the warmth of his body the only thing keeping you grounded as the morning light filtered through the blinds. His breath was soft against your skin, slow and steady, like he was savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. You stirred awake to the feel of his hands gently tracing the curve of your body, fingertips lightly grazing over your skin as if he was memorizing every inch of you.

His lips brushed against your cheek, your jaw, leaving featherlight kisses that made your heart race, your breath hitching as his soft, sweet voice whispered, "You're so beautiful, baby. So perfect just for me."

You melted into him, your own hands reaching up to touch him, feeling the tenderness of his touch, the way his voice wrapped around you like a protective blanket.

It felt like the world was quiet, just the two of you, nothing but warmth and affection. It truly was such a 180 from the way he was fucking you right now, his fingers digging into your hips, harsh and possessive, each thrust coming fast and deep. His cock brutally pounding into you in a way that has your head spinning and walls tightening around him.

His voice is the same, that soft, low murmur of praise. His hands move down to grip at the back of your thighs, pinning them down against your chest, making you cry out as he pushes himself deeper into your heat. His tip brushing against your cervix, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you that only he could ever reach.

Mark's breath is warm against your ear, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurts, but you can't bring yourself to care. The rhythmic crash of his hips against you mixed with your whiny moans and his desperate grunts filled the room, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress. You can barely catch your breath, his name barely leaving your lips before he's smirking above you, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You okay, baby?" His voice is so sweet it almost makes you forget how rough he's being. "Making you feel good, yeah?"

You try to nod, but the sharp movement of his hips makes your vision blur with tears. The soft, mocking chuckle he lets out makes it all worse, and before you know it, you're trembling under him, breath shaky, eyes glossy, and mind completely dazed.

"Poor thing," he coos, his voice soft, comforting even. One of his hands slides from your thigh to cup your cheek in his palm, his thumb gently wiping away at the tears streaming down your heated, red tinted skin. "You're crying already, pretty girl?"

You try to hold back a sob, biting your lip in frustration, but the words spill out anyway, "Please, Markie... pleaseー"

He cuts you off, his hand moving from your cheek to harshly slap at your aching clit, all while nearly sliding completely out of you before quickly pushing back inside with a deep thrust. His grin widening at the way your back arched up and cries grew louder. "You like that, don’t you? Like it when I'm rough, baby?”

You weakly nodded with a small whimper, your nails digging into his back as you clawed at him, leaving marks that would stay. His chest rumbled with laughter, low and dark. Slapping your poor cunt once again before wrapping his hand around your throat slightly and squeezing, not enough to cut off air flow just enough to make you gasp, his cock twitching inside you with each moan and plea that escaped your lips.

The steady, brutal rhythm of his length slamming into you, stretching you out perfectly. Each movement deep and unforgiving. You're barely able to keep your eyes open as your body shakes, and nails digging so deep into him he winced.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, it feels like your mind is about to shatter, but he doesn't let up. Not even for a second. "m-markie," you manage, but he's not listening. He's too busy watching you fall apart beneath him.

"You're so fucking perfect when you cry for me," he says, voice so sweet it makes your head spin. Another hard thrust and your vision blanks, your whole body a mess of trembling limbs and broken moans. "Thought you could take it... but look at you now."

“m-mark.. ‘m g-gonna-” You started but was completely cut off by his grip around your throat tightening, the guttural moan that left his lips feeling your walls pulse around him was enough to push you over the edge. “Fuuuuuck baby, cum on my cock. Be a good girl.” His voice was deep, commanding even. His hand that’s still on your thigh pushing your leg even closer to you, his pace and roughness somehow managing to deepen.

He watches your face carefully, delighting in how each hit of pleasure makes you weaker, more desperate. You're a complete mess of overstimulation and desperation and he loves it more than anything.

Your body tensed up, cries and pleads dropping to a stuttering mess of whimpers as your orgasm finally washed over you. You're barely able to respond, barely conscious, your body weak from the overstimulation, every nerve on fire as he continues to pound into you. Your hands weakly dropping to his sides doing everything you can to try and ground yourself, but it's no use, you're too gone, too overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure he's wringing from you.

Mark simply smirks, softly rubbing your thigh yet his thrusts are still relentless, his hands tightening on you, guiding you through the onslaught of pleasure and pain.

"Baby, you're still so tight," He groans, his voice strained while he ignores your desperate cries for him to stop. He doesn't care. His pace never slows, not even when you try to squirm beneath him, when you can barely breathe, let alone form words. "m-mark.." You manage to breathlessly pant out.

"Can't stop now, baby," Mark murmurs, his voice strained, low. He doesn't slow, doesn't give you any mercy; he's got you pinned, each thrust sending shockwaves through you as he chases his own release. His hand loosens on your throat and travels down to your waist with an unbelievably tight grip.

His breathing is ragged, every movement desperate as he fights to reach his high. "Such a good baby for me, always take my cock so well." His voice is barely audible, the words only adding to your overstimulation. You're not even sure if you can handle another round, but he's relentless, digging into you as if there's no stopping until he gets what he wants.

Finally, with a low groan, Mark stills above you, his body going rigid as he reaches his release, his cock twitching before he cums deep inside you. The two of you are left in a tangled mess of sweat and exhaustion. He's gripping and holding you even as he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.

Neither of you can move for a moment, completely spent, hearts pounding in sync as you both come down from the overwhelming sensations. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours for a moment before he looked down, smirking at the ring of both of your releases around his length.

Slowly, he pulled out, shushing you with a gentle kiss once you whined, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. His lips were soft, reassuring, against your skin as he peppered small kisses down your body, tracing the path from your chest to your tummy. Every touch was delicate, tender.

His hands were light on your thighs as he parted them slowly, gawking at the way his cum dripped out of your sore hole. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and full of desire. "Look at you," he spoke, voice low and soothing despite the ache in his tone. "my pretty baby. Always so gorgeous when i fill you up." His gaze was filled with admiration, but there was a hunger behind it; he wasn't finished with you yet.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, fingers tracing the sensitive skin there before he moved closer, as if drawn to the lingering warmth of your body. He pressed a soft kiss to your bundle of nerves, his grip on your thighs tightening as your legs tensed up. “Don’t move, baby, let me clean you up.”

love letter from mae 💌 holy moly.. i had completely different intentions when i started plotting this and 100% got carried away LMFAO,,, i hope u enjoyed! mark is so yummy.. this is the quickest ive ever written something lol

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

#mae fics #nct smut #nct x reader #mark smut #mark hard thoughts #mark lee smut #mark lee x reader #mark x reader #nct127 smut #nct dream smut

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markiecake · 8 months ago

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pairing: mark lee x fem! reader

tags/ warnings: smut (minors dni !!!), mirror sex, markie films while he fucks you, calls you his camgirl at one point :3, spanking (like once), pet namessss (good girl, baby, angel, etc u know the drill), praising !!!!, creampie

you couldn't help but feel just a lil bit embarrassed :(

you were looking back at yourself in the full body mirror in front of you, and you looked pathetic to say the least.

mascara streaming down your cheeks, hair stuck to your face, drool down your chin.. you were a mess 😵‍💫

a spank to ur ass snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes were redirected to mark, who was behind you.

"there she is," he laughed from behind you as he held his phone in his shaky hands.

he always talked about filming the two of you, because he's away all the time !! of course he needs something to get off to while he's gone !

the flash from his camera was making you squint as you continued to look in the mirror.

"i told you i'd stop if you- fuck- didn't look in the mirror, didn't i?" he spoke through grunts, "so watch, baby."

and at this point you were so close, the want for pleasure took over your pride. your head was spinning as you watched yourself get closer and closer to cumming.

although he had to keep it somewhat together for the sake of filming, mark was just as much of a mess as well. his hair was sticking to his forehead, one hand focusing on his phone and the other on your waist. he prayed that his phone would pick up your sounds as well.

"taking it so well, baby. my sweet girl, my best girl." he began to rant under his breath. you were reduced to whimpers as his thrusts became sloppier overtime.

"m- markie," you whine, "soso close, please-"

"yeah? you gonna cum for me like a good girl?" he asked, to which you weakly nodded, "go ahead, angel. show me how much of a pretty camgirl you are."

you thought your brain was going to melt as he somehow sped up, making you see start. you reach back to grip at his arm as you watch yourself lose control.

you just about scream as you cum around his cock, your nails digging into his arm. you let out loud moans, as well as small whimpers of mark's name, repeated like a mantra.

your body shook, while mark was showing absolutely no signs of stopping yet.

"you gonna let me cum in you, love?" he asked, "let me make a mess of you? yeah?"

you nodded quickly, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. you could barely put two words together at this point, being so lost in the feeling D:

one final thrust made his hips still, holding your waist with an iron grip as he still somehow managed to capture every single moment.

we all know mark has the biggest breeding kink in nct (IT'S TRUE !!!!), so he definetly didn't want to waste a second of this.

he slowly pulled out, and moved the camera down to your used pussy, where his cum slowly dripped out. he heard you whine of "markieeee" when you saw what he was doing, but he just smiled to himself.

this was going straight to his favourites.

#mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark lee hard thoughts #mark lee hard hours #nct dream #nct x reader #mark lee smut #nct 127 #nct smut #nct drabbles #nct #mark x reader #nct mark

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hyckstarz · 2 months ago

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drabble · on the vanity ୨୧ l.mk

pairing. idol!mark lee x afab reader

word count. 0.8k

genre. smut

synopsis. mark couldn't keep his hands off of you even with the risks of being walked in on and, what better place to be knuckles deep in you than right here on the vanity?

warnings. 18+ minors do not interact, fingering, voyeurism (getting caught), pet name (baby)

"Mark, what are you doing?" She gasped as her boyfriend's hand trailed along the waistband of her plaid skirt, the pads of his calloused fingers ghosting over her supple skin.

"Relax, baby, no one will come in," he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, lifting her up onto the vanity and slotting between her legs, dropping a few makeup brushes on the floor in the process.

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to the door where music boomed, counting down to the next stage. He had already performed the first set as part of their award show and had to go back on in twenty minutes. There was no way no one would come in.

Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in closer as his sweaty forehead pressed against hers. Despite her inhibitions, the mix of his vanilla and smokey amber cologne was enough to send her into a daze, "You sure?" she asked meekly, her anxiousness clear.

He chuckles, planting a tender kiss to her rosy cheeks, "I'm sure."

With that, his hand slid lower, dragging along her clothed folds, "For someone so nervous, you're enjoying this a little too much," the corner of Mark's lips twitches into a smirk at the feel of her soaked panties.

She smiles shyly, but it's cut short when he pushes her underwear aside and slips two fingers into her without warning, earning a sharp gasp from her which only strokes her boyfriend's ego, "Fuck..."

Her back arches against his fingers as he pumps them into her, curling into that sweet spot that earns him even sweeter sounds. Her head nestles into the crook of his neck as her warm, minty breath fans against his skin, motivating him further to drive her towards the brink.

She feels like she's going insane. His palm rubs against her clit and she can feel the cool rings on his fingers and the bump of his knuckles as they push into her, her walls clenching around them. Her mouth is agape as soft sounds escape her lips before his own crash into hers, parting his lips against her glossy ones while his tongue traces the plush, pink skin. He swallows her breathy moans, teeth grazing and nipping at her. It's messy, needy and passionate.

"Mark.. I'm close-" Just then, the door swung open, causing the couples head to snap towards a wide-eyed, flustered man. He suddenly sends the two a smug smile after realising Mark was knuckles deep into his girlfriend. Startled, she shyly turns away, pulling Mark closer to her in embarrassment - leg riding up his side in a futile attempt to block Haechan's view.

"Whoops, I'll knock next time," Haechan chuckles, shutting the door behind him as he leaves. They could hear his snickering echoing through the corridor, which leads Mark to let out an annoyed huff before continuing his ministrations more eagerly, frustrated at being interrupted.

She grapples at his hand, trying to still his movements as they turn increasingly eager and rough. It didn't help that his restless movements caused more lewd, squelching sounds to echo in the makeup room, her cheeks flushing, "M-Mark, we can't... risk anyone else... seeing us..." the words come out weak and breathy, barely able to get the words out as she felt herself reaching close to her orgasm again.

Mark shook his head, pulling her flush against him as her breasts pressed into his chest. His hand roamed her back, fingers clenching her shirt before threading through her hair, tugging at the brown, wavy locks, "If you don't want anyone to see, come on my fingers now, baby. I won't stop until you do, please."

Mark wasn't one to beg, especially when it wasn't for his own release. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach, her walls clenching around his fingers at the cute whiny lilt of his voice. She had found herself nodding, rocking her hips against his waiting fingers, wanting to satisfy her boyfriend and finally reach her high after denying and being denied - thanks to the earlier interruption.

His free hand moves from her hair to knead her clothed breast, groaning at how the soft mounds fit perfectly in his hand. It's too much for her; hands grasping at the table for something, anything, to maintain some semblance of sanity. Her frantic movements causes items to topple over, palettes to slide off of the desk and glasses to clink against each other before she finally grabs the edge of the vanity - knuckles turning white.

She bites down on his shoulder, stifling her moans as she comes undone on his fingers. She feels weak against him and Mark continues to hold her close, cooing at her as he helps her ride out her orgasm - a string of praises leaving his mouth that she can't even comprehend.

Once she came down from her high, the only thing she could think of was that Haechan would never let the activity they engaged in on the vanity go.

#mark lee #mark lee smut #nct mark smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct x reader #mark smut #mark x reader #mark lee x reader #nct hard thoughts #mark drabbles #drabble #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #mark imagine

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starillusion13 · 10 months ago

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Keep Talking to me

Pairing: bf! (Mark and Jeno) x gf! reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warning: friend ditching you, insecurity of weight, comforting talking, use of sex toys, dom and sub dynamic, manhandling, oral(f. and m. rec.), face sitting, fingering, spanking, hair pulling, chocking, edging, orgasm denial, nipple and breast play, hickeys, marking, gentle and rough, double penetration, sex w/o protection(don't do it sillies), lots of kissing, pregnancy talk, aftercare. Full of love💕

W.C: 7.1k Network: @k-vanity

[ THIS FIC IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. It's only here because this @renjunnnaaa (my best friend) made my brain go crazy with this imagination after TDS3 pics clips n videos, and I am going insane over this. And well, these two are my biases. I would love if you all don't look at my husbands.]

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE POST🔞

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This is not how your night was supposed to be. Come on, your friend can't ditch you for her new friends, Right? But she did. She really faked an excuse to make you feel dumb in front of everyone and went to have her fun with the new shitheads.

"I should have stayed back home." You mumbled to yourself before getting inside the cab. You were furious and broken at the same time. No No, you can't just let her make you feel this way. She is no one to break you down. You were reminding yourself with this thought and staring blankly at the passing street and street lights which seems a bit dazed like your brain. Oh, no you are crying. Bringing your leather jacket sleeves to your cheeks, it harshly wiped off the stream of tears on your soft skin. The leather surely did make your skin turn red and you didn't care about the eyeliner to get smudged in the corner.

You cared less about everything else because you just wanted to go back home and stay in your room.

Your boyfriends might be having a boys night together at Haechan's house and it would be so rude to call them and let them know about this. Surely, they would come running back home to comfort you. No, you should let them have their own share of fun. Closing your eyes and resting your head back against the seat, you waited for your place to arrive.

Thanking the driver and entering the gate, you noticed the lights turned on and someone's laugh coming from inside the house. Wait, that's Mark. With quick steps, you ran towards the door and pressed the bell. Surprisingly, Mark was quick enough to open the door and he pulled you towards him, wrapping one arm around you and kissed the side of your head, "Hi, baby."

He didn't look at your face for long enough to notice your distress but you kept a smiling face to get his warmth and he was still laughing at something. Weren't they supposed to leave for their night out? Following him towards the living room, you found Jeno standing there, his back towards you and he was fixing something, maybe his shirt or else. Looking at your side, you then noticed Mark and him, both were wearing shining leather jackets. Are they supposed to leave now?

"Dude, our baby is here. Turn around." Mark kept a hand around you, pulling you close enough and when he finally noticed your face, Jeno also noticed your fake smile at the same time.

But you were not looking at either of them because your gaze was fixed on Jeno. his bare body underneath the thick jacket and the way his skin was peeking from under it, with every long step he took towards you. He smirked when he followed your gaze. You noticed a tight black material under the jacket, only hiding his chest but his abs making you drool over it even when you were supposed to be sad because of the earlier incident.

Even if he was enjoying your gaze on him, feeling satisfied with the way you were not even trying to hide your attraction towards him yet he had a concern etching his face. Why are you looking so down? Your eyeliner smudged in the corner of your face and how you were biting your lips, he was not sure if it was because of your usual nervousness or you were losing control over him. Even if he had some plans in his mind, first he had to know about your concerns. Everything else can come later, first it's all about you.

Mark beside you, still holding you close to himself, was confused with your look. It was not the same when you went out. You were so excited and smiling brightly and to be honest, he was so jealous of what made you smile so much other than him. Oh well, at least you are happy. That's all he wants for you.

Jeno patted your head before his palms resting on your cheek, "you are back early, love." you nodded and looked to your other side to avoid their eyes. They surely can read you easily. "Why?" his gaze was boring on your side profile, Mark tugged your hair back behind your ears.

"Well, she had other plans after our meeting." he nodded, but not fully convinced by your explanation. Your usual demeanor after returning home usually seems something else and the way your voice sounds like betraying you was not setting in place. "Aren't you supposed to go to Haechan's place?" you asked him and glanced at Mark. Both of them nodded.

Mark placed a kiss on your cheek, "suddenly his girlfriend surprised him today and now he has some other plan for the night. Boy will have his own fun." he laughed afterwards.

Jeno slid his hand down from your cheek to your jaw and gently grabbed it, bringing his face closer to yours and placing a soft kiss on your lips, staying there a bit for too long to feel your breath changing the rhythm. Mark's hand rubbing your side and other hand playing with your fingers. You closed your eyes when you felt Jeno whispering on your lips, "tell me what happened, sweetheart."

That's exactly the only push you need to confess to them. Their touch, their voice, their warmth and their eyes on you. Yes. you would do anything, say anything and comply with them on anything.

"I waited at the park for one hour." he hummed against your lips, hearing your soothing voice was relaxing to him. He asked again, "and?" a tear slipped from your eyes, Mark wiped it off. "She never did. And then I saw an IG live from one of her friends. They are partying somewhere else."

"Is my baby hurt?" Mark softly asked you and you nodded, looking at him innocently. Jeno stood back straight and shared a knowing glance with the other boy. "So what will you do now?"

"I don't know. Maybe sleep." Mark took off his hand from around you and brushed back his hair. You took a full look of his outfit. Same tight jeans as Jeno, hugging their legs deliciously perfectly but he had a black t-shirt hiding his skin unlike Jeno. "What about you two?" you love it when they almost dress up like twins.

You stared at them and Jeno suddenly smirked, resting his hands on his hip, "we have a plan tonight."

"oh...good." You looked at Mark who smirked as well, you knitted your brows together and a confused look visible on your face, earning chuckles, "what happened? Why are you both laughing? With whom do you have plans?"

"So many questions we have. Right?" Jeno darkly chuckled and brushed his fingers over your cheeks, tracing the outline of your face, "we have plans with you."

"with me?" you don't remember anything about it.

He nodded and you felt Mark hugging you from back, resting his chin on your shoulder and his nose brushing your neck and ear, his breath rising goosebumps on your skin. Jeno pulled your face up by your chin and your soft gaze met his dark ones. His eyes scanned your face for any hesitation but there was none, so he leaned forward, "lift your leg up."

"what?" you were confused not until Mark whispered into your ears, "do it right, baby." he took off your jacket in the way.

You complied, bending your knees and lifting your leg, Jeno quickly held it and wrapped it around him, "Jump." You did. Mark pressing himself behind you and your legs now wrapped around Jeno's waist. Mark's mouth not leaving a single inch of your skin, licking your earlobe down to your neck, inhaling the perfume, "you smell so sweet, baby." Kissing and nibbling on your skin. your body shook in their hold when Jeno squeezed your chest above your top.

"Tell me how you are feeling." Jeno was not asking you nor telling you to say it, he was ordering you. His tone was quite demanding that he was not playing with any emotions rather totally concentrating on every thought going across your mind. Your breathing heaved with their every little touch and the skin was burning under their touch. The way soft sounds escaping your throat, vibrating against Mark's mouth, he hummed in response.

You couldn't think of anything at the moment, only focusing on their touch and finding a comfortable position to grind against one of them. "if you don't start speaking. We are going to stop here." Jeno said and attached his lips with your throat, sucking a deep red mark, earning a moan out from you. Both groaned when you grind your hip in the weird position, but to release the tension building up in you was to be eased.

Mark grabbed your hip and warned, "stay still. Keep talking and let us do everything."

You still didn't say anything when Jeno grabbed your chin rather harshly and brought your face near to his, "don't let me lose my patience, love. Use all your words to start speaking."

You nodded, "I..mhm..am just upset." Jeno's hand brushed your thighs before his hands disappeared under your skirt. He folded a bit of your high rise socks and again his hands sliding up and down your back of the thigh, "why?"

"s-she didn't even tell me about it." Your head fell back on Mark's shoulder and you clutched Jeno's jacket when he again sucked a hickey near your collarbone. He had undone only three buttons from your shirt, rest keeping as it is. "And, do you want to feel good?"

"yes." Honestly, you want to forget about everything from the evening and just want to spend time with them. And, of course they would always be too happy to fulfill your requests as why not. If they could, they would have kept you between them forever. Oh, you are a treasured one for them.

Jeno tapped Mark's shoulder whose mouth quickly left your skin and he nodded when the younger boy motioned towards the shared bedroom. Mark led the way while Jeno placed your head on his shoulder and rubbed your back, " you just have to tell us everything, okay? You trust us, right?"

"hm..." your arms and legs wrapped around him and his strong cologne hitting your nose, pulling you towards him more. You were quite surprised with his strength. He was holding you up for quite a while now and still, he didn't get tired. It's not like you are those skinny girls who can have those barbie moments from fictions but at least he should put you down now, his hands might get strain.

He followed behind Mark, kissing your earlobe and kissing the exposed shoulder, your shirt sliding down your shoulder. He placed you on the edge of the bed, kissing your lips before standing straight to look behind you. You turned your neck, noticing Mark pulling off his jacket, revealing his black undershirt and you gulped, knowing what's coming.

A hand caressing your head made you look up at Jeno, "you just have to trust us. Okay?"

You nodded as he grabbed your hairs and yanked your head back, you groaned at the pull, "words, love. What we said earlier? You will keep talking and we will do everything."

"Yes, Jeno." You blurted and he smiled, even if the smile was so cute but he pushed you back and left you balancing yourself on your elbows.

Mark's voice echoed inside the room, "come here." And you know better, you shouldn't waste your time and wait for them to lose their patience, you crawled towards him, Jeno's eyes fixed at your wiggling ass and Mark was looking at your chest peeking from the end of the shirt. They both groaned at the sight.

Mark patted his thigh and you quickly placed yourself, your legs on either side of his and your covered core in contact with the harsh material of the jeans. He took a hold of your hands and brought to his lips, kissing them softly and smiling at you. "Always pretty. So, how should we start?"

"Please fuck me, Mark." He chuckled hearing your response and Jeno shook his head before going towards a particular drawer. When you tried to look that way, Mark held your chin and faced him, "I'm here talking with you. Your pussy is almost touching me and still you are looking somewhere else."

You shook your head, "No no I am your girl. I'm yours, please fuck me."

"Aren't we already going to the end?" He curled the locks between his fingers and smirked, "we have so much for the night."

With that he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, pressing his lips onto you a bit too long and then moving it in a different rhythm to yours. His other hand unbuttoning your shirt and your hands placed on his chest curled up. You love the way he takes his whole time to kiss you, to make you feel every passing second when his lips are on you.

Soon, his lips moved with your flow, hands massaging your chest and your hands snaked around him to pull him more close when you felt him pulling apart. Teeth clashing with each other and tongues exploring each other inside but soon he felt your hips grinding against his thigh, he held your hips tightly to restrict your movements but not fully, still letting you to move a bit.

"Please..." you whimpered, trying to get more friction and chuckled, pulling his mouth away from yours, pressing a little kiss on your nose. Guiding your hips to move to his liking but it was not enough for you.

"You look so pretty when you beg like this. So desperate for me. My baby." He pecked your lips, and lifted you up when he felt your body was shaking. He chuckled, "You are trying your best to get yourself off with that little movement? So pathetic you are, baby."

"She is and that's why her friend took her advantage." Jeno spoke from the end of the bed but you quickly protested, still annoyed that Mark didn't let you come before on his thigh. "I will talk to her about this tomorrow."

Mark grabbed your cheek and simply stated with a stern voice, "NO. You are not speaking to her anymore."

" but-"

"I don't want to hear it. Now turn around for me." You did and he placed you between his legs, pulling you closer and your back against his chest. He patted your thigh and gently pushed them to either side, pulling them under his legs to cage you there.

Jeno climbed up the bed and rested between your legs, placing his hand over your thighs, "who loves you the most?" He stared at your eyes.

"You. Both of you."

He hummed again, "who cares for you?"

"You both."

He cupped your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He was doing it on purpose to make you crave for kisses more. The drools from the shared kiss with Mak earlier were still around your lips but he could care less about it. "And did we ever make you cry like her?"

You shook your head, "no."

"So we win this. Now it's clear that you should only listen to us. She is clearly jealous of you, love. You are perfect and nobody should dare to make you cry." He kissed your temple before retreating himself.

Your eyes were still looking at the black leather material with belt design inside his jacket and your curiosity did get noticed by him when he chuckled, "if you want to see it. Come, remove my jacket."

From somewhere you got the enthusiasm, you quickly pulled yourself up from Mark's chest and leaned forward to tug his jacket and he helped you to get it off from his body. "This is so cool. I like it so much."

He threw the jacket to the side of the bed and nodded, "I like this kinda vest too but earlier when you came, Mark was laughing at this."

Mark protested from behind, "woah dude. The way you were fixing it, I was just telling you that it looked like you were fixing your bra."

Jeno glared at him but both of them heard your giggle and it's the first time you smiled today's night, "I see you are enjoying this, y/n...that means we are your best boyfriends."

You nodded and Mark kissed your neck, shoulder blade and left deep red marks over your shoulder, pulling down the shirt more to expose you. "Yes but I'm feeling offended as you both might laugh at me when I fix my bra. Right?"

"No, love. It's about your comfort and also, I don't understand why you have to wear that around us as we could then see your tits and them bouncing perfectly." Jeno stated and laughed when you slapped his biceps. His muscles were more prominent and tight than the last two months, probably hitting the gym more.

When you were about to slap him again, Mark held your hands back. You were already spread in front of the man kneeling before you. "Now stay like this for Jeno, baby." He whispered with his deep voice.

Jeno took something from beside him and when he turned it on and turned towards your side, your body shivered with excitement. It was his favorite rose vibrator and you knew better than what was in for the night.

Mark pulled your skirt and rubbed his hand above your clothed core, groaning in your ear when he felt the wet patch, "ah baby. So wet for us. Just with our touch you might come. So filthy."

When you didn't reply and closed your eyes, leaning your head back to enjoy the sensation, he whispered seductively, "keep talking, baby. Or you are not getting anything."

"Yes yes. I'm so wet for you. So filthy just for you both. Only for both of you." Hearing you, he pressed his palms over your core and stayed there with the pressure. Both of their hungry eyes watching your every twist of expression and your legs shaking. "Please, do something."

After rubbing a few circles over your core, Mark pulled your panties aside and the cold air of the conditioner hit the bare core, making your body shiver. Jeno spreaded your arousal across your folds and groaned with the sight. You suddenly gasped when he brought the vibrator to your core, the setting was low and his satisfaction was high. Mark squeezed your chest, "do you like it?"

"Yes." a moan followed your reply. Even when the setting turned to a set high, you were not getting what you wanted. Your legs shaking under his tight hold, when you managed to free a hand and tried to bring the vibrator close, Jeno grabbed it quickly and glared, "take what I'm giving you and use your words, not your hands." He squeezed your hand above Mark's thigh.

The toy felt like him teasing your core with kitten licks. A frustrated groan and whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away the vibrator, denying your orgasm. That was not for once, he was repeating the action every time he felt you clenching around the toy. Both of them were reading your expressions like a straight A student as if they could just draw your every expression a second later. "Yes, baby. You are doing so good for us." Mark whispered and again, Jeno pulled away the vibrator.

"Please.." tears falling down your eyes, "Please...more...I can't." your pleadings only earned chuckles from Jeno and a laugh from Mark into your ears. Mark wrapped a hand around your throat to put pressure on the sides.

He mocked your expression, "you can't? But baby..." Jeno completely pulled it away and turned it off and when you tried to lift your hip, Mark slapped your pussy making you cry out, "don't be a bad girl now."

Jeno laid down beside you two and you looked at him confused. Mark relieved you from his hold and you turned to your side to take a better look at them. They noticed your tear stained face, flushed cheeks and beautiful red marks on your exposed skin. Your pussy was barely hiding under the skirt because of your disheveled condition. The way Jeno was laying down and his bare upper body with those tight belt material across his chest, resting perfectly against his chest was pulling you towards him. You would jump on him anytime but you knew that you didn't have any choice to do anything today without their permission. Anyways, they would really love to see your wild side though.

"Come here." The laying man called out for you but you rested yourself on your palm and confusedly stared at him. He rolled his eyes and extended his hand towards you and you grabbed it, still unsure of exactly what he wanted. "Sit on my face." he said and your eyes went wide.

"W-what? No. I can't."

Mark brushed your hair before taking a fist at it and yanked back, "did he ask you?" he pecked your lips, "go for it, baby."

When Jeno pulled you towards him, stumbling just beside his chest, tapping your thigh to sit on his chest, you shook your head again, "no. Jeno, please."

"Y/n, what are you requesting?" His tone was harsh and the way he was staring at you darkly was a dangerous look but still he waited to listen to your hesitation. If you were uncomfortable then he would appreciate you and wouldn't force you to do it. This was a new thing he wanted to try and when he, both of them noticed the fear in your eyes, they shared a look.

"I can't." he squeezed your hand and Mark stroked your back, "why you can't?"

You looked down at your lap, "I am heavy..." you whispered and only if you did notice the disbelief look on the face of the man laying down. He scoffed, "and do you think I care?"

"Do you think your weight matters to us?" he kissed the back of your palm, "you are perfect, y/n. No one compares to you."

"Yes, baby. You are our perfect girl." pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "go, listen to him."

Jeno guided you slowly to sit on his chest and the moment you did, your fingers started admiring the material on his chest, the silver parts brushing against your hot skin. His hands moving up and down your thighs, rolling down your high rise socks. "Do you like it that much?"

You nodded, "this is looking so good on you." you met his eyes and smiled, "looking like mine."

"Is my y/n flirting with me?" he raised a brow and you giggled. Mark patted your thigh, "let's take this off, sweety." he indicated under your skirt. You nodded and Jeno guided you on your knees and Mark helped you to take your panties off, still keeping your skirt on and your shirt almost falling off your body. As soon as your bare heat came in contact with his belted chest, you let out a moan and clutched his shoulder, your body leaning forwards.

"Come on, I'm starving." he pulled you towards his face but he felt you grinding on his chest and chuckled, "y/n, stay still." he spanked your bare ass and you yelped in sudden hit. Jolting forwards, he easily guided you to sit on his face and you sank down. His nose on your clit and his lips mounding over your core.

"Oh my god." you clutched the headboard tightly and on the other hand grabbing Mark's hand. "Ah..this feels so good." your breath labored and even if you wanted to grind your hip, Jeno gripped it tightly, surely leaving red marks over your skin. He sucked on your clit and you threw your head back with a loud moan. His groans vibrated against your heat, making your coils tighten inside your stomach, he lifted you up a bit and you whined for the loss of contact, "you taste so sweet." he kissed and bit your inner thighs, your body shaking under their hold.

Mark was smirking at the view in front of him. How your body was shaking and squirming and your tears falling down, he moved towards your face and kissed your cheeks. Your innocent eyes met his dark gaze and he crushed his lips with yours, directly moving his tongue inside when you cried out again as Jeno's tongue started torturing your clit. Sucking and lapping onto your heat like a starved animal. "Stay still." his muffled order with a groan from beneath you made your head shake against Mark, "listen to him, baby."

"I can't please. Make me cum. Please."

"You will, baby." he kissed your shoulder and slid down your shirt completely from your body, leaving you in your bra and skirt. He bit his lips at the sight and left your hand to get off the bed. You pleaded towards the other boy, "please Jeno."

As he felt you clutching and your arousal dripping on his tongue. He stopped eating you out and made you stay still. You whimpered and sobbed, "why why?"

"What? You thought I would let you come so easily? Not yet, love." he smirked. He spanked your ass again when he felt your attempt to move your hips against him. You both heard shuffling sound from your side and noticed Mark taking off his shirt and your eyes instantly trailed over his body and he amusedly watched you checking him out. "I know what you want, baby"

Jeno spanked you again and you quickly turned towards him, "did I say to watch him?" you shook your head and quickly added a faint, "no." he smiled and guided you to sit on his face again, latching his mouth to your heat, devouring and groaning and your moan echoing inside the room. Standing beside you both, Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned your face towards him, "won't you help me, baby?"

"yes...angh...I will."

"Good girl." he held your shoulder to hold you straight and your hands busily and messily tugged at his button to open it and pulled his pants down. Your hands and legs started shaking and Jeno's big nose bumping on your clit made you go insane when he suddenly stopped and you whined. Mark pulled his pants and boxer down to free his member and took it in his hand and rubbed it with his own arousal, groaning while his head fell backwards.

"why? " You whined and pouted while looking down at Jeno. you didn't know for how many more times he was going to deny your orgasm but before you could complain anymore, Mark grabbed your neck and guided you towards his length, "Now stop complaining. Be a good girl and suck on it like the way Jeno is making you feel good."

Shoving his length inside your warm mouth, he let out a guttural groan and tears brimmed in your eyes. He pulled out a bit when you licked the tip and swallowed the length, hollowing your cheek and resting it on your tongue, teeth grazing over his red girth. He put a pressure on your neck, pushing himself more into your mouth and soon you felt Jeno's mouth abusing your leaking clit, squeezing your shut and you felt your body shaking. Your one hand supporting your body and the other one taking a hold of Mark's member while he was abusing your mouth.

You choked on his length when he shoved himself more inside of you and started thrusting his hip with a tight grip on your neck. Tears streaming down and body jolted when he yanks your head back, letting you breathe. You gasped for air and panting, "please...please...I'm near."

He scanned your face, biting his lip and groaning at your messed up face, "what you say, Jeno?"

Jeno muttered while his tongue fucking into you fast, "what?"

"Should we let her cum?"

You pleaded, "please."

Jeno groaned and sucked hard, making your stomach do turn and twist, "I don't know. Should we?"

"Yes...please." you mentally prayed because earlier you have already been denied so many orgasms and you don't know how to hold it anymore. Jeno again said, "First make him cum in your mouth and then only you can cum. Okay?"

Your teary eyes begged again, "please, mark. Please, cum for me."

Mark clicked his tongue, "be a good girl for me."

He again shoved himself into your mouth and started fucking you relentlessly like Jeno fucking your cunt. Your moans getting lost on his length and the way he gripped tighter on your neck, you were sure he was near and so was you but you knew you couldn't come until he did. Soon, he moaned out your name and hot liquid shooting down your throat and some spilling down your chin. He held your head back, "swallow it." you did and even licked your lips to taste the bitter taste on the lips.

He bent forward, his breath hitting your earlobes and he whispered, "now come for us, baby."

Your whole body shook, letting out a loud moan calling out their names and he kissed your shoulder, "good girl."

Jeno gripped your hips gently to ride out your high and planted you to his side. You were panting and resting on your palms and knees. "Don't think we are done with you."

Jeno's voice made you look at them and he got off the bed to stand straight, "come here." you crawled to the end of the bed and stayed on your knees. His lips shining with your juices and some falling down over his vest and he licked his lips and wiped his chin.

"You like my vest so much. then, Take it off on your own." you nodded and searched for the way to open it. Both of them admired your movements. Your flushed face, red eyes, marked skin and messy hair was not letting their eyes off from you. As soon as you got rid of the material, your fingers tugged at his jeans button.

He held your hand glared, "did I say anything else?" you stared at him and he pulled you up in a kiss. His kisses are always different from Mark in every aspect and this is why you realize every little kiss from them. Who is the one kissing you even when you're asleep. He sucked your lips, biting it down and sucking your tongue. He tries to be gentle but as soon as he gets a taste of you, he will lose control.

Gripping your jaw to suck hickeys on your throat and shoulder, he messily makes out with you. His grips were way more strong than Mark's because the older one becomes gentle now and often, but the younger one's grip doesn't falter ever. His other hand guided yours to his abs, finger tracing each bump and the muscle lining down to his jeans button. He tapped your hand to signal you to open it and you did it quickly, surprising the one standing beside you.

"So eager for him. Aren't you?"

Jeno pulled your head back by your jaw, "answer him."

"Yes. yes. I want you, Jeno."

He chuckled, pecking your lips and pulling down his jeans along with the boxer, "have patience. You will be getting me." his fingers entangled with your hairs, massaging your scalp. Your eyes closed and leaned to his touch, when he suddenly made you hiss with the sudden pull, "suck me. Come on, you can't be greedy now."

You nodded and attempted to lean forward, his grip became tighter to meet your face, "behave, y/n."

"Yes. I am not greedy."

"Good girl." Before you could have adjusted him inside your mouth, he thrusted forward, choking you in the process, he was slightly bigger than Mark and you had to use your palm to match both the rhythms, hollowing your cheek and teeth grazing while his tip hitting the back of your throat. Tears spilling from your eyes and your drools by the corner of your mouth, trailing down to the chin.

You felt a presence behind you, his hands exploring your body, roaming around, giving you feather touch with some occasional squeeze here and there. Your whole body jolted when he pinched a nipple above your bra. His chuckle was faint due to the loud groan and moans of the man in front of you. With a quick snap, your bra was undone and he was quick to fondle your chest and kiss all your bare back. His hands were playing with your stomach, tracing patterns when he took both of the nipples between his fingers. Pinching them and pulling them before releasing them when you were squirming. Repeating the same action all over again.

Jeno pulled you away and you gasped for air, drools sticking to your chin and trailing down the throat. Mark left one nipple to insert a finger into your hole and you moaned. You were adjusting to the new feelings of a finger inside you, when he shoved inside another one and started pumping in a full speed. You gripped the bedsheet tightly and Jeno slapped your cheek with his member, "don't think of coming before you make me cum."

And again, he shoved himself inside your warm mouth, feeling the satisfaction and pleasure again. He guided your head to his own liking, grabbing your hair and moving it in a rhythm and Mark was showing no mercy to your abused cunt and maintained his own pace, your body squirming and eyes shut close. "Look at me." Jeno's harsh tone made your eyes flutter open and you quickly looked up, meeting his eyes. "Keep looking at me." Mark pinched your nipple and the other hand was busy making you nearing your climax.

Jeno moaned loudly, not caring the neighbors would think someone growling inside your house and pulled himself out. "Swallow it." you tried to swallow the hot thick sticky liquid but some still spilled from your corner of the lips and trailing down your chin to your chest. "Do you want to come?" He noticed your struggle to keep eye contact and as soon as you nodded, he pinched your left out nipple, making you cry out. "Mark, stop there." he ordered and kissed your nose with a smile.

Mark was quick to stop and retreated his hand from your cunt. You whined and sobbed because of another denied orgasm. Jeno shoved off his pants aside before climbing on the bed and then when you noticed Mark had no clothing on himself. Jeno pulled your back flushed to his front. His member poking your lower back and Mark resting between your legs when he kissed your inner thighs and his member hanging limp in front of you. You gulped at it and met his gaze. You loved this. They knew about it. You loved edging and getting denied orgasms and they were well aware of your limits and if it was too much, you better knew how to use the certain word.

"Do you trust us?"

"Yes, Mark. I do. Please."He kissed your temple before smoothly sliding himself inside you from front and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, kissing down your collarbone and biting some sensitive areas. Groaning in your ear and licking it afterwards when you felt a cold sensation in your ass. Jeno was spreading the lube to prep you with a finger and then two when he suddenly inserted himself. Groaning in your other ear, both of them using you like a fuck toy and it was a whimpering and groaning mess inside the room. Jeno's lips and teeths were not leaving a single area to suck and his fingers kept rolling and pinching your nipples, sometimes turning your head around to kiss you.

Mark brought your face to kiss you again and other hand circling over the clit.

"So full, Mark. so full, Jeno." you were mumbling so many things. Jeno hummed in your ear, "I know. Take it like a good girl." you grabbed Mark's wrist which was busy down there, "please, Mark. Too much." he kissed your closed eyes, "shh...you are doing so well. Taking us so well."

The double stretch was burning you out and you were sobbing between them but their hot touch was building your coils inside you again. Their rhythm soon matched with each other and Jeno kissed the sensitive spot in the back of your ear, whispering, "come for us, baby."

Your head fell back on his shoulder and soon after both of them bottomed out inside of you, filling your two holes with their hot spilled seeds painting your walls. Jeno bit down on your shoulder and Mark bit your throat slightly when they hit the climax. Three of you were panting in the position. Neither of them pulled out from you, Jeno kissed your shoulder softly and Mark kissed your cheek, "look at me, y/n."

Your hooded eyes looked at him and he smiled sweetly, "let's clean you up. Come on."

You shook your head, not having a bit of energy to talk. Now it's Jeno who spoke up and held you still when you whined as Mark slipped himself out, "y/n, just stay awake for a while. Then we will sleep together. Promise." he kissed your head and he slipped himself out, you were nodding your head and tried to fall to your side but he swept you off the bed and stood up with you in his arms.

Mark entered the bathroom first to prepare for the bath and soon after Jeno followed him with you. Jeno took the shower by himself and Mark cleaned you up with him. In the meantime, you cleared your fogged mind and stared at both of them while dressing up into fresh and comfy clothes.

As the three of you reached near the bed, you climbed on it quickly and fell down on your back, staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence. Both of them followed you on either side and chuckled at your cute reactions. You hugged Mark and snuggled your face into his chest when he stroked your hairs and rubbed your back. Jeno turned you around and pecked your lips, "are you okay? Were we rough with you?"

You shook your head, "no. you both were perfect. If you were hurting me then you would have listened to me and stopped there."

He nodded and patted his bare chest. Neither of them were wearing any shirts, only in boxers but you were in a camisole and a satin shorts. You happily rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes against his heart beat, "can I ask you both something?"

Mark hummed and urged you to speak, placing a kiss on your shoulder and pressing himself to your back. You felt both of their body heat against your skin and it was the best feeling ever you could get in your life. Both of them together with you and no other tension surrounding you.

"Both of you cummed inside me. What if I get pregnant?" you rubbed patterns on Jeno's stomach. He stroked your hair and massaged your scalp. "So?"

"Are you both okay with it?"

Mark turned you around and smiled, "we will be more than okay. It will be so nice with your swollen belly and after a few months, a crying baby in the household."

"And then there will be two babies for us to handle, Mark." you hit Jeno's arm when he teased you. Both of their laughs match the pitch and you made annoyed faces at them. "Don't worry, y/n. We are okay with everything which you love. If you are fine with having a baby, we are happy too." Jeno smiled down at you.

Mark added, " we won't pressure you for anything. If you don't want one, then also it's fine. Just take it easy. No rush. I know you got this."

"I love you. I really love both of you."

Mark smiled, "I love you too."

"I love you too, y/n." Jeno caressed your cheek.

Yes, the love between you three is incomparable. You don't think if anyone else in this universe can ever make you feel loved like them. You just want to stay between them like this forever. If only you could sleep in their arms and forget all other worries from life, just you and them and your sweet dreams.

"Keep talking, y/n. I will have a nice sleep." Mark laughed at Jeno's statement and you glared at them before pressing your face further into Mark's chest when he pulled you towards him, blocking your attempt to hit Jeno who was smiling at your cute act. He finally hugged you from behind, with you three drifting off to sleep.

Atleast, the night was not as bad as you thought it would be.

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| pairing: sub!fem!Reader x poly!ilichil

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. HEAVVYYYY breeding kink (they all wanna get reader pregnant). Orgy. MLM behavior. Bondage. Overstimulation. Ball gag. Sex toys. Safe words in place but not used.

| wc: 9k

| aurora's note: self indulgent fic so the reader is plus sized coded... but i tried to make it universal reader friendly as much as possible aside from that! (for poly!ilichil followers, this is ahri canon)

Working on your birthday was less than ideal, truth be told. Months ago, you imagined that you would spend the day at home with the boys, eating your favorite foods that Johnny would make, watching your favorite movies or binge watching a TV show, cuddling up in someone’s arms, and, yeah, probably fucking. Whenever the boys didn’t have work and you could afford time off, you were fucking. The reality was that the boys were so busy that they had to make their limited time together count; and though they couldn’t get the entire day off for you, Taeyong pulled a few strings to get their managers to look the other way as Johnny petitioned to have all the boys take the afternoon off, which the company surprisingly agreed to. But then you had to work. You woke up before the boys stirred, you were out of the house before they were out of bed, and you weren't going to be home until dinner time. Even though Taeyong was home for you, and the boys managed to wiggle out of rehearsals, you were exhausted… You wondered if you would have enough energy for them or you would simply collapse on the couch and later wake up in your pajamas in someone’s bed.

When you left work, you found a familiar car parked outside, and an even more familiar man leaning against the passenger side door, his arms crossed over his chest, sunglasses over his eyes, a toothpick trapped between his teeth as his tongue played with it, a beanie pulled over his head, and his gaze was flicking left to right to check if he was going to be recognized by any passerby. You approached him. When he sensed you nearing, the sound of your footsteps growing ever louder, Jaehyun looked straight ahead to smile at you before pocketing his toothpick. You smiled back just before he wrapped his arms around the small of your back and pulled you against his body so he could lay a passionate kiss on your lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.” He smirked and pulled you in close for another kiss that you were hesitant to participate in due to your position in public. He didn’t take offense. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“Ice cream sounds kinda good.”

You shot him a smile as he took your hand and began leading you down the road to the nearby Baskin Robbins the boys would frequent whenever they were waiting to pick up you from work. Jaehyun held the door open as you entered. The two of you approached the self-order kiosk at the front rather than ordering with an employee at the desk. As you tapped on the screen to look at the ice cream options, Jaehyun snuck up behind you, feeling you up with his hands splayed on your hips at first before they risked venturing down to knead your bare thighs, almost pushing your short skirt up. Immediately, you shrugged Jaehyun off. People were beginning to stare, and you worried that someone would recognize him and start taking photos. Your worst nightmare was getting caught. You were already putting a lot at risk trying to be a normal couple just for your birthday… He knew better. He needed to be more careful.

Jaehyun retreated for your own comfort. However, when you didn’t pick anything to eat, he reached around your body, his chest pressed against your back, so that he could tap on the screen to order caramel for you and chocolate for himself. He paid with his card before you could protest. When the order was confirmed and the receipt with a number was spit out of the machine, Jae took the piece of paper before leading you to one of the booths in the corner of the building, which was secluded slightly from the rest of the few patrons enjoying their ice cream too. Mostly it was just parents treating their kids to an afternoon snack. There were only about two other couples there to share ice cream like you and Jaehyun were.

“How was work?” he asked, inspecting the number on the receipt to wait for it to be called.

You gave a shy reply while glancing around. Work was fine, it was boring, no one remembered that it was your birthday, so you tried not to make a big fuss about it.

“We’ll do something special tonight, princess, I promise—”

“173!” an employee called out into the speakers.

Jaehyun slid out of the booth to go grab the ice cream. When he returned, he set the tray on the table before returning to his seat across from you, immediately grabbing a spoon and digging into the chocolate flavor he ordered to be self-indulgent. For the first few minutes, Jaehyun ate without any hesitancy or concern. He dipped into the chocolate with the tip of his spoon, brought it up to his mouth, then sucked off the ice cream before going again. Fairly simple. But when he noticed that your spoon was dry from going untouched, he furrowed his brows with confusion.

“Why’re you not having any, hmmm?”

“I’m not feeling hungry anymore.”

“Why?” He popped the spoon out of his mouth. “Did I actually upset you in line?”

“No… I just… I just realized I’m not hungry, that’s all.”

Jaehyun sighed, scooping into the caramel ice cream before lifting it back up for you, teasing the tip of the spoon at your mouth, waiting for you to give in. You stared at him as you accepted it. Obviously if you didn’t comply, he’d get more suspicious of you, so you figured that a spoonful or two was a safe price to pay to avoid having him figure out what was going on and in turn punish you later. Then, three spoonfuls later, Jaehyun set the spoon down.

He licked the dried sugar on his lips. “We’re going home.”

Finally. Despite the leftover, melting ice cream left on the tray, he was content and wasn’t going to subject you to more silent investigations.

Jaehyun opened the car door for you once you walked back, and the whole drive home he made sure to keep his hand glued to your bare leg, his long fingers kneading the fat of your thigh just below the hem of your short skirt. You tried to ignore him. Once you arrived home, Jaehyun turned off the car, pried his hand away from your thigh, then ran to open your car door for you and took you hand as he helped you out then followed you into the house.

The second you opened the house’s front door, you were cornered by Yuta, Doyoung, and Jaehyun. You hardly had any room to enter… Jaehyun had to force them to move slightly so that he could close the door and lock it so you really had no where to go.

Doyoung tilted your chin up with his index finger propped underneath it before he pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. “Happy birthday.”

“Look at you, pretty girl,” Hyuck complimented with a confident chuckle. “Did you get dressed up for us?”

Jaehyun’s hands ran up your thighs, scrunching the fabric of your skirt upwards just enough so that they could see your safety shorts underneath. Yuta exhaled with lust at the sight. He dropped to his knees, getting the chance to inspect you up close.

“Those shorts are too short, princess,” Johnny said from the side.

“That’s why they’re called safety shorts,” you snipped back.

He raised an offended brow at you, yet he elected not to say anything, instead waiting to see what someone else who was within closer proximity would do first. Yuta let his curiosity get the best of him. He pressed the tip of his index finger over your clothed core then slowly, very slowly, dragged it towards your clit. You moaned and fell forward a bit.

“She’s dripping already,” he informed the others.

“The Hell did you do to her, Jae?” Mark inquired.

“Took her for some ice cream. Felt her up a li’l bit. The usual. You know how rare it is to see her in skirts, I just couldn’t help myself… Isn’t that right, baby?”

You whimpered when he began nibbling on your earlobe gently.

It was true, you had no interest in wearing skirts out in public for various reasons but mostly having to do with your own self-consciousness that convinced you that you weren't fit enough to wear them. You feared being judged. Especially at work where you desperately wanted people’s approval, you felt like it was wrong to wear a skirt and parade around the office like that… But the boys liked it. They were the only ones who got to see you in shorts, dresses that ended above your knees, and short skirts that showed more than you cared for; but it was your birthday, and you wanted to feel pretty, so you dressed up. Only, the staring at the ice cream shop brought your self-consciousness back.

“Did you wear this just to rile us up, baby?” Jungwoo questioned you.

You were too embarrassed to acknowledge their questions properly. You avoided eye contact with them and kept your lips pursed together as you looked down and shooed the boys’ touches away from your trembling body.

“Why didn’t you eat any of the ice cream I so kindly bought you?” Jaehyun chipped in, finally circling back to the dreaded topic you thought he’d abandoned at Baskin Robbins.

All the boys halted their actions to wait for a truthful answer.

You gulped. “I hate how I look in skirts, okay— You know that… I hate wearing them ‘cause my body isn’t made for them, and I just… I was reminded of that when we went for food, okay… I didn’t want to get bloated… I wanted to be pretty for you guys when I got home.”

The boys hesitated. Hands were pressed against your thighs, Jaehyun’s erection was rubbing against your ass, and Johnny’s face soured. He was always the angriest when it came to you thinking you had to be embarrassed around them— They loved you for who you were, and the fact that you ever doubted that and thought that you needed to change how you looked, that pissed him off to no end.

“Jungwoo, take off her shorts,” he ordered gruffly, his arms crossed over his chest. You gulped when Jungwoo’s fingers moved towards the hem of your shorts. “But keep her panties on.”

So Jungwoo pulled the fabric down while Jaehyun kept your skirt pushed up. While they all expected to find a cute pair of lingerie underneath, when you were revealed, they all paused at the sight. You got even more embarrassed.

“No underwear? Naughty, naughty birthday girl,” Yuta teased, kneading your thighs open so that they could all see.

Jungwoo couldn’t help himself. He leaned in to devour you within an instant, his tongue peeking between your folds in order to flick your clit just enough so that he could suck on it a bit until he was suddenly pulled away via his hair by an upset Johnny. The room waited for his orders. He was always the one in charge, even for the other Doms, so they waited for his instructions.

“Grab her.”

You tried to fight off the hands that grabbed each of your limbs so that you couldn’t escape before Jaehyun took your waist, spun you around, then threw you over his shoulder. A quick smack to your ass made you jolt. You'd fucked up royally… Yeah, okay, you wore the skirt to mess with the boys, and you figured that maybe when you got home you would get some action with one of them so you elected to not wear any underwear— But you never thought in a million years that it would result in you fessing up to not wanting the ice cream Jaehyun bought for you and that would lead to all eight boys getting upset and quite literally dragging you upstairs. You tried to fight them off with closed-handed hits against Jaehyun’s back, but all he did was chuckle at your futile attempts. He smacked your ass once more for good measure.

The nine of you collected in Yuta’s bedroom where Doyoung pulled the comforter off and arranged the sheets so that there wouldn’t be as much of a mess to clean up later… Hopefully… Then Jaehyun placed you on top of the mattress. All of the boys laughed and lunged forward to grab you when you pushed yourself up to your feet and tried to book it towards the door.

“Silly girl,” Hyuck cooed in your ear.

Seven boys pinned you down to the bed while Yuta uncoiled sets of white rope that he kept for times like this. You shook your head in protest. You were sorry! You were silly for thinking that you couldn’t wear a pretty skirt or eat ice cream on your birthday, alright! You were really, truly sorry!

“That’s nice, baby, I’m glad you can admit that,” Taeyong said with a genuinely relieved smile.

But your apologies didn’t matter because it was far too late. With the boys pinning you down, Yuta began tying your legs in a frog-legged position so that you were left completely open as Mark held your left knee and Jungwoo held the right. Mark’s hand held the back of your head so that you were forced to sit up just slightly so that they could grab your hands and tie them to your legs, and you were made to watch the entire time. The boys holding you worked together to remove your shirt prior to your hands being fully secured, but they left your pretty blue bra that matched your skirt that was flipped up onto your stomach, exposing you to the boys who finally stilled so that they could spend a good minute or so just admiring you.

“Let me go first. She’s been teasing me in that short skirt ever since I picked her up from work.”

The boys cleared a path for Jaehyun to step forward. You were quick to notice how Jaehyun wasn’t wasting any precious time since his pants were already unbuttoned and his pants and boxers were pushed under his hard cock that he held in his hand.

“Wait, daddy, please, I said I’m sorry—”

Jaehyun ignored your pleas without a safe word to catch his attention or bring him to a full stop. However, Yuta was less than impressed with all the talking. He went back to his collection of toys and pulled out a ball gag which he shoved into your mouth and tied around the back of your head before moving to let Jaehyun proceed.

“Two fingers if we should stop, don’t forget.” Jaehyun’s warning was a reminder that while you couldn’t speak, you could still put a stop to what was going on whenever you wanted. When you nodded, Jaehyun smiled. “Good girl.”

You moaned behind the gag as Jaehyun lined his tip up with your wet entrance. He was thick— Just the tip of him already made your entrance stretch a bit, but that was Jaehyun and Johnny’s favorite part. They liked feeling your tight walls make desperate attempts to accommodate their large cocks, but everyone was fairly sure you'd never loosen up for them. Maybe it was because your body also liked it. As more of him slid inside of you, Jaehyun steadied himself by putting his hands on either side of your waist while leaning over your body a bit, then his fingers grabbed ahold of your skirt.

“Such a pretty color,” he complimented as he squeezed the last two inches inside of you. Your face scrunched. “And such a pretty face.” He grabbed your chin with one of his hands so that he could stare at you as he began thrusting slowly. “Look at how gorgeous you are, princess.” He chuckled to himself. “Daddy’s perfect birthday girl…” He grunted as he hit a deep, sensitive spot that made you squeeze him. “Yeah, you like that—” He bullied that spot to keep getting that reaction out of you until you were panting and squirming, silently begging for reprieve, but you didn’t hold up your fingers, so Jaehyun went even faster. “I’m going to cum in you, baby.”

You paused.

Jaehyun snickered. “Don’t look at me like that.”

The pace of his thrusts changed to something slightly slower so that he could focus on hitting his pelvis harder against yours as he got closer to his orgasm. Jaehyun was a bit of a marathon-runner when it came to sex. He could go for hours and hours, unless he didn’t want to. He knew what made him cum, and he knew that if he continued to stay balls-deep in you, he would cum easier than if he just fucked you with the first few inches or bullied you at a fast pace that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not to mention, the dirty talk was doing it for him. The unprotected, risky sex… The short skirt around your waist… Your breasts bouncing with every deep thrust… Jaehyun grunted deeply as he finally pulled you all the way onto his length and came. You felt it as it happened. The warmth of his cum as it pooled in you, the amount he pumped in which seemed like more than usual. Even Jaehyun couldn’t contain his pride or the grin plastered to his face.

“Finally… gonna get you knocked up… like I always wanted…”

After his orgasm faded completely, Jaehyun slowly slid out with a grunt, and he looked down to watch as his cum began seeping out of your hole. He tsked his tongue with discontent before using his index finger to push his cum back inside. You tensed at the feeling. He was ramping up a bit in pace and depth like he was purposefully trying to finger you towards an orgasm— Before it could go too far, though, Jungwoo pushed Jaehyun out of the way slightly so that he could get a taste of your wetness mixed with Jaehyun’s cum. That felt even better. You moaned as Jungwoo’s tongue fucked you, but he neglected your throbbing clit that was begging for attention so that you could cum properly. They knew what they were doing, though. They were waiting to please you so that they could prove a point first.

“Move,” Johnny commanded.

Jungwoo did as he was told in an instant.

With a shove, Mark was brought forward with a shy blush warming his face. He looked around at the rest of the boys for someone else to go next, but Yuta was too excited to see what Mark could do, so no one came to his rescue. In fact, Yuta trapped Mark from behind, and in an attempt to ease Mark into it, Yuta slid his hand around the back of Mark’s neck then pulled him in for a deep, passionate, aggressive kiss. Mark was caught off guard. He let Yuta kiss him for a minute or so before he decided to kiss back, which only got Yuta more involved by reaching down to palm Mark’s erection over his pants. When Yuta’s tongue won the battle for dominance in their kiss, his hand drifted under Mark’s pants to pull out his cock. Mark bit Yuta’s lip. That only egged on Yuta more, so he pushed Mark’s pants down to his ankles with a chuckle before he bit Mark’s lip in retaliation.

“Fuck her nice and hard for us,” Yuta mumbled against Mark’s lips. Mark nodded. “Good boy.”

With a gulp, Mark turned to face you entirely, his erection bobbing just slightly until he grabbed it with a steady hand and guided his tip towards your entrance. His nervousness returned. He eyed you as you were waiting motionless in anticipation of what he would be like— Would he be rough like Jaehyun, or would he be his kind, gentle self he always was with you? With a shaky breath, Mark pushed in a bit. He froze about two inches deep… and he stared at you again, his cheeks even redder than before.

“Can you wear skirts like this more often?” he asked, running his hands over your waist where your skirt was scrunched up. “You look so pretty.” He swiftly looked away from you out of embarrassment.

“Keep going,” Yuta said in the background.

Once Mark was inside of you, there was a complete switch up. The nervous, shy demeanor that had him shaking in front of you disappeared the moment Yuta helped him thrust all the way inside, and instead he bit his lip in concentration as he began taking control by quickly fucking you without any more hesitancy.

Yuta grinned wickedly over Mark’s shoulder. He looked down to watch where Mark’s cock met your slick entrance. “Be a good boy and fill her up for us,” Yuta egged on in Mark’s ear. Mark nodded quickly and obediently. “How does she feel?”

“So fucking wet,” he moaned out in one breath.

Yuta chuckled. “I bet.”

With Yuta’s hands on his hips to guide him, Mark fucked you as fast and hard as he was physically capable of. His head tilted forward, the bangs of his long hair falling over his eyes to cover up the pretty faces he was making as he let out moans in the same pattern that he bucked his hips forward. He certainly wasn’t being gentle like usual. Something overcame his senses— Likely Yuta’s doing— that melted Mark’s brain until he was focused solely on achieving his orgasm.

Yuta chuckled once more. “You’re really desperate for her.”

Mark squeezed your thighs with his hands. “‘C-course I am…” He bit his lip harder to hold back a moan, however that wasn’t sufficient enough for Yuta who wanted to hear the pretty sounds Mark had boiling inside of him. So as Mark continued to fuck you, Yuta turned Mark’s face then kissed him passionately again. That set Mark off. “Close—” he moaned into Yuta’s mouth.

“Already?” Hyuck teased somewhere out of sight.

Yuta pulled on Mark’s hair to keep it out of their way. “Go on.”

Mark’s hands held onto you for dear life while his tip hit a deep, sensitive spot that made you clench around him as he began cumming inside of you, his moans leaking directly into Yuta’s mouth.

“Good boy.”

Mark moaned again, and he pulled out until his tip was hanging at your entrance, then he fucked his cum back into you one more time for good measure.

“Let me have my turn with her now.”

Mark nodded obediently. With a pathetic, submissive whimper, his softening cock slipped out of you, and he stepped to the side while Yuta’s hands were on his hips to guide him away.

The second Mark was out of his way, Yuta lined his tip up with your entrance, then with a deep grunt he thrusted all the way into you in one, rough go which made you whimper and struggle against your restraints, however there wasn’t enough slack for you to fight back against him. He had an extremely rough grasp on your hip using his right hand while his left held the band of your bra that was directly between your tits so that he could easily support himself as he fucked into you as hard and fast as he could. It was obvious that he wasn’t like the others who were trying their best to take their time with you because they wanted to make it count when there were so many other boys that still needed to have their turn with you. No, Yuta was always different from them. Honestly, he was the type of guy to just leave you tied up on his bed with your legs spread, toys plugging each of your holes, a vibrator taped against your clit so that you had to endure orgasm after orgasm without any breaks. But that wasn’t their plan. Yuta was playing along with the whole idea of filling you up, but he was going to do it how he wanted, as per usual, which meant finding a way to make you wish you hadn’t teased them then had the audacity to think poorly of yourself.

“Look at that, pretty girl,” he cooed with a chuckle before reaching to lift your head so that you could also look down at where your bodies met. Leaking around Yuta’s cock was a mixture of cum from everyone who had fucked you. He slammed his hips against yours roughly then said, “Can you feel me in there, princess? Right here?” His fingers danced over your stomach before finding the spot where his tip was, just to show how deep he was inside of you. “How ‘bout this? You feel this?” Suddenly, he had your clit pinched between his thumb and index finger, then he began gently rubbing it. Yuta laughed, “Yeah, you do.” He knew that because of the way your body jolted in response to the overstimulation and your walls clenched because of the sudden pleasure. “I’m close, princess, take my cum for me, like a good girl.”

As if you could do anything… You looked down as Yuta continued to fuck you and play with your clit, but like the ass he could be, he started cumming and immediately abandoned your clit, leaving you on the edge— You squeezed around him in search of your high but that was to his benefit since it milked his cock for everything he was worth. Yuta wasn’t the vocal type by nature. He had to really be into it to make all kinds of noises, yet this time around, it seemed like he was so lost in the moment that he let out a guttural groan as his high disappeared.

Despite the fact that he had cum, however, Yuta didn’t stop. His pace kept up without any indication of slowing down. The others watched, no one protested, not even those who were impatiently waiting their turn, because they knew that if they said or did anything to mess with Yuta while he was fucking you, they were in for a world of torture for at least the next week.

Suddenly, out of fucking nowhere, Jungwoo pushed Yuta to the side, and he quickly replaced Yuta’s cock with his own… He didn’t even thrust to fuck you. He just buried himself in to the hilt and fell forward over your body as he came inside of you. You realized that during the time that Yuta was fucking you, Doyoung had been edging Jungwoo to get him ready for his turn, but he couldn’t last anymore, and rather than let his load go to waste, he rushed his turn.

Yuta aggressively grabbed Jungwoo by his hair and yanked him back so that he was pulled out of you, his cum dripping everywhere. With a frustrated growl, Yuta said, “Don’t ever, ever interfere like that again, brat.”

Johnny handed Yuta a pair of handcuffs which were swiftly used to restrain Jungwoo’s hands behind his back so that he could be handled accordingly. Jungwoo began to apologize profusely. He tried his best to explain that he held back for as long as he could, he wanted to be good and wait his turn like the rest of them, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Yuta pushed Jungwoo in Doyoung and Jaehyun’s direction. More pathetic cries of, “No, wait, wait, I’m sorry!” echoed through the room, all in vain, however, since no one heard a safe word, and the reality was that Jungwoo loved to be manhandled and tamed, so he was secretly having fun though he would never admit it out loud.

“You can take more of me, can’t you, baby girl?” Yuta teased you shortly before he thrusted fully back into you. It felt like the wind was knocked out of you with how hard he fucked you. “Yeah, you can.”

Your core felt sore, so to distract yourself, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jungwoo choked on Doyoung’s cock, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun was scolding Jungwoo with, “If you want to cum so bad without permission and want to get in Yuta’s way… Fine… You can cum.” He slid a vibrating cock ring onto Jungwoo’s overstimulated dick. He tried to protest. He squirmed and whimpered much like you had, but he was well restrained and Doyoung kept Jungwoo’s mouth otherwise occupied. “Brat.”

Your body tensed. Your walls tightened around Yuta’s long cock as a warning of what was to come before the words could even escape you.

Yuta grinned. “Bad girl, you didn’t ask for permission to cum on my cock.” One of his hands wrapped around your neck. “Does watching the boys abuse Woo get you off?”

You nodded while panting as your orgasm faded just as quickly as it approached. If he would’ve been playing with your clit, you would’ve had a stronger orgasm, but he was still neglecting the bud on purpose in the hopes of avoiding giving you an orgasm, which somehow didn’t work.

“Please, hyung, please,” Hyuck’s pathetic voice echoed in the corner. You glanced over to find him jerking himself off and bouncing eagerly on his toes. “Sir, please,” he begged in Johnny and Yuta’s direction, waiting for permission from either of them. Yuta surrendered by finally pulling out of you, and Johnny told him that he could go next. Immediately, Haechan leapt at the opportunity. In one rough motion, he thrusted his thick cock into you, throwing his head back, moaning out, “You’re so fucking wet.” He instantly found a quick and rough pace. It was obvious that he had no patience for teasing or trying to slowly work himself up— He was already worked up; He just wanted to fuck you. “Noona,” he cooed, “do you think we’ll get you pregnant?” He bit his lip and thrusted balls-deep. “I hope we do… I hope it’s me who does it…” He let out a high-pitched moan fueled by his desperation. “T-toy.”

Mark passed a small battery powered bullet shaped vibrator to Hyuck who pressed the side of it against your clit.

“I’m going make you cum, noona, just to make sure you really take everything we give you.” He rolled it around your clit, and he grinned when you moaned. “After all, we’re being so generous today for your birthday, giving you all these gifts. You’ve earned another orgasm, right?”

Your whole body curled into a ball, your frog-tied thighs pressing against your chest, the inside of your thighs clenching around Hyuck’s cock and wrist as he continued to bully you with the toy. “Please,” you mumbled behind the gag.

“Cum on my cock, noona.”

It felt pathetic to cum so fast, but Haechan’s words had really gotten to you. All of them had filled you up or soon would, and the thought of it sticking like he wanted, the thought of them having you tied up day after day, held open to take their loads… You couldn’t hold back your embarrassingly fast orgasm.

Haechan shuddered when your walls fluttered around him. “I’m already close… Please…”

“Cum in her,” Johnny said.

Hyuck’s hips stilled as he let out another moan and let everything go. His arms and thighs tensed, his soft stomach clenched, but the rest of him relaxed with a wave of relief as he emptied every drop inside of you. You felt him pulsing. Every time another stream spilled into you, you felt his cock jump, and he flicked the toy over the top of your clit in unison just to get you to squeeze him again. Finally, Hyuck showed some mercy. Once he was finished, he turned off the toy and tossed it to the side. He brushed his curly hair out of his face then smirked down at you because his confidence convinced him that he’d done his job well, and perhaps he really would succeed ultimately.

Johnny didn’t care. He wanted to move the process along because he was still impatiently waiting for his turn, which would likely come at the end if you had to guess. So while Johnny stepped forward, Hyuck caught the hint and slid out of you— A fair amount of liquid dripped out of you, too, but Hyuck was quick to use his fingers to stuff it back into you, which Johnny didn’t protest because at least there was enough room for the next man to step up to take his turn.

Taeyong.

Honestly, he looked even more nervous than Mark did— Not because he was shy; Taeyong was anything but that. But his nervousness stemmed from the fact that everyone was standing there, watching, chuckling at the way you panted with every thrust one of them gave you, how you so willingly accepted their cum, and how you looked up at him with those lustful eyes which were always his kryptonite. You were perfect in every way in Taeyong’s eyes. There was nothing you could say or do that would convince him you weren't the prettiest, smartest, funniest, most amazing girl in the entire world… And all he wanted was to make you feel good. Whenever you were in Dom space, he was your favorite toy because he was so obedient and so pathetic… Whenever you were in sub space alongside him, the boys always made you play together for their own entertainment because it was hilarious how Taeyong could get so hard just by kissing you. That skirt of yours that you decided to wear on your birthday had him as hard as a rock the second he saw you walk through the front door with Jaehyun, and it wasn’t helping that now you were laying in front of him, tied with your legs spread wide, and Haechan’s fingers in you to plug you full of your boyfriends’ cum.

“Yongie,” Johnny whispered into Taeyong’s ear sensually, “you ever think about getting her pregnant? Hmmm?”

Taeyong gulped.

“You have, haven’t you? Maybe when she lets you fuck her, and you’re rutting into her for so long, holding your orgasm back because you have to wait for permission to cum like a good boy.”

Taeyong’s breath shuddered.

“Good boys want to fill up their noona, right?”

Taeyong palmed himself over his pants until his hand was torn away by Yuta who was circling his two hyungs like a shark.

“You’re our good boy, Yongie.”

Taeyong nodded desperately, licking his dry lips.

Johnny kissed Taeyong’s neck, and Yuta pushed Taeyong’s pants down so that they fell to his ankles, revealing his unbearable hard-on. “Don’t let Hyuck win.”

With Yuta guiding Taeyong’s cock forward, the leader of the group hissed quietly when he saw Hyuck’s fingers slide out from you, and his tip was quickly brought forward to plug you up instead. His whole body shuddered. Yuta kissed one side of Taeyong’s neck while Johnny kissed the other… Taeyong’s eyes looked empty, like there wasn’t a thought in that brain of his, not while your entrance felt so good and the boys were teasing him.

“Can I, noona?” Taeyong asked submissively while rolling his hips to indicate he was asking for permission to fuck you.

How the fuck did he expect you to give him permission in the state you were in? It was a laughable request, but you yourself didn’t laugh. Johnny was the one to give Taeyong permission. The second he had the go-ahead, Taeyong slowly began pushing into you with his big boba eyes staring directly into your eyes, waiting for you to say something or express if he needed to do something different. You didn’t move or speak. So the second Taeyong was even halfway inside, he began rutting into you like a wild animal.

He fucked you with a shallow pace unlike the others who were trying to fit as deeply inside as they physically could. Taeyong liked to watch the cum slip out of you every time he pulled back… only for him to thrust it inside of you again. The cutest, most pathetic whine you had heard all night fell from Taeyong’s lips, and that was his way of waving the white flag, indicating that there was hardly any strength keeping him up anymore as he fucked you while listening to Yuta and Johnny tease him with the idea of knocking you up. All those moans he tried to hold back were suddenly spilling without any end in sight. Whimpers… Moans… Quiet pants and smooth comments about how tight and wet you were.

“N-N-Noona, I’m c-close…” Despite his warning, Taeyong’s whole body tensed like he was trying to hold himself back because he didn’t have enough time inside of you yet. He wanted more— No, he craved more. Though he was more untamed than the others with his thrusts, Taeyong was still a submissive at heart, and there was no way he was going to give up so easily. “I love… I love you, n-noona— Oh, fuck—” He squeezed your hips for dear life as he tried to forbear his imminent orgasm. “Sir, please,” he begged no one in particular.

Johnny pulled away from Taeyong’s neck after leaving a noticeable hickey that he seemed proud of. For a minute, he didn’t say anything, so no one else uttered a word of permission to Taeyong either because they were all amused by the sight of him trying so, so hard not to fall apart in a moment’s notice… Their Taeyong was too cute. He was so obedient, and he tried so hard to impress all of them. He would never, ever act out like Haechan and Jungwoo did for fun; and that was what made Taeyong so endearing to them. So, eventually, Johnny folded, finally giving Taeyong permission to cum.

“I love you so much!” One last breathy whine followed by Taeyong rolling his hips in a different direction brought him over the edge, his cum shooting deep into you along with everyone else’s. His body toppled over yours, his face hiding in the crevice between your tits. “Fuck,” he mumbled against you. His body shivered. “Fuck.”

“You did good, hyung,” Yuta whispered.

Taeyong whined tiredly.

“Let the last two have their turn, hyung, okay?”

Nodding, Taeyong slowly pushed himself upright, and his eyes met yours once more. Both of you moaned as you instinctively tightened around him once you saw how his eyes were glossed over with the same kind of fucked-out lust that you loved so much whenever you were Domming him and he’d pant, “Noona, please, I’ll be a good boy, just let me cum!” after hours of edging and ruined orgasms. Honestly, if you hadn’t been in your current predicament, when Taeyong asked for permission to cum, you wouldn’t have been as nice as Johnny was. You would’ve snickered and told him, “No. Hold it.” You liked to watch him struggle to keep his composure while balls deep inside of you, and you liked to watch him squirm a bit too… But those eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes of his… They were still the same no matter what, and it made your head spin with love.

“Attagirl,” Johnny commented after Taeyong slid out of you and you settled with a tired moan too. “Just me and Doyoung left, and I promise we’ll make it count.”

Doyoung finally dragged himself away from torturing Jungwoo. You glanced over again for the first time since Yuta had his second chance with you, only to discover a more pathetic sight than you remembered. Jungwoo was on his side, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he continued to weakly beg Jaehyun for mercy because his cum was dribbling endlessly out of his soft cock— He’d made a mess of himself and the floor with his cum and drool. But Jaehyun didn’t turn down the toy wrapped around Jungwoo’s cock. He sat in the chair opposite Yuta’s bed so that he had the perfect angle to watch you be filled over and over again, while Jungwoo fell apart at his feet.

Johnny ushered Doyoung to stand just in front of you, settling between your legs like all the others had. For a moment, Doyoung stared at your body, his eyes wandering around every detail of you from the sweat beading on your skin to the cum leaking out of you before Johnny quickly reached out to scoop it up onto his fingers which he brought to Doyoung’s lips. Without a word, the two shared the same thought. Doyoung moaned as he wrapped his lips around Johnny’s long fingers. The two of them held eye contact to help the erection that was still going strong in Johnny’s pants. With a smirk, Johnny removed his fingers from Doyoung’s mouth, then he quickly replaced them with his tongue, pulling Doyoung in for a passionate kiss that lasted long enough for Johnny to taste all the cum and your wetness, and in the meantime the rest of the boys cleaned themselves up so that they could enjoy the finale from their seats either on the floor or next to you on the bed. It was only after Hyuck settled on your right and Taeyong settled on your left that Johnny put his hand on Doyoung’s chest and pushed in order to separate them— Otherwise they would’ve kept going until they ended up fucking each other instead of the birthday girl dripping with need in front of them.

“Have your turn with her while I take her mouth,” Johnny said to Doyoung.

When they separated, Doyoung situated himself between your thighs, meanwhile Johnny took the gag out of your mouth as he crawled on his knees next to Taeyong— And instead of immediately fucking your throat without remorse, Johnny took a moment to massage your jaw and inspect your face to make sure that you were alright.

“Color?”

Exhausted, you whispered, “Green.”

He pet your hair lovingly. “You’re being such a good toy for us, darling.” With that, he held your jaw so that your mouth remained open wide enough for him to start slowly face fucking you. “Use your tongue, baby, come on, don’t fall asleep on us now.”

You did your best to focus on swirling your tongue around Johnny's tip that he was sliding in and out of your wet mouth, but you were immediately distracted by Doyoung who had no decorum in the way he grabbed your hips then aggressively thrusted inside of you without any kind of warning. Though Yuta’s restraints had proved to hold strong, Haechan and Taeyong grabbed your legs to keep them open as Doyoung drilled into you far faster than anyone else had— And that remained a disruptor to your actions for Johnny’s pleasure throughout the whole ordeal. You couldn’t use your hands to jerk him off or cup his balls. You couldn’t really bob your head the way you were positioned. All you could do was lay still until Johnny was fed up and decided to tangle his fingers in your hair so that he had a steady grip on your head before he began matching Doyoung’s thrusts face-fucking you.

Haechan, being the menace he always was, decided that was the perfect moment to push down the cups of your bra so that your tits were out for him to suck on. The second Taeyong saw that, he needed some too. The two of them worked in tandem with Doyoung and Johnny to suck, nip, and pull on your extremely sensitive nipples which had been neglected the entire night thanks to their selfish endeavors to make themselves cum and not the other way around.

Honestly, by the time it came to Doyoung’s turn, you had already been ruthlessly railed by Jaehyun, Yuta, Mark, Taeyong, and Haechan, and Jungwoo had filled you up some more for good measure. You had no fight left in you. All you could do was lay there, your mouth open, your legs shaking, while Doyoung chased his orgasm and Johnny took his time roughly face-fucking you. Mark took some pity on you. To show just an ounce of kindness amongst all the cruelty, he approached so that he was close enough to hold your hair out of your face so that it didn’t get in Johnny’s way. What wasn’t so kind was what Yuta chose to do. Instead of comforting you, Yuta used two of his fingers to rub your overstimulated clit. Both you and Doyoung moaned when your walls contracted in reaction to the pleasure— Johnny grunted when he felt the vibrations of your moans around his dick.

“Hurry up, Doyoungie,” Johnny egged on impatiently. “I need to cum in her pussy.”

“I know… I know…”

Doyoung threw his head back to let a moan out into the room which overlapped with Jungwoo’s moans in the corner. Johnny laughed at the sight. The two of them were really good at playing off of each other, and though Johnny had put Doyoung on a timer “indirectly,” they were both having fun spit roasting you. They had shared you plenty of times, it wasn’t anything new to you, but this felt more special since it was your birthday and everyone else had already taken their turn with you. Italy… That was a good one. You were reminded of it suddenly when Johnny and Doyoung began kissing over your body, and it seemed Doyoung was too, because the second Johnny tugged on Doyoung’s hair, he muttered, “Hyung,” into their kiss then started cumming inside of you.

“H-hyung—” Doyoung faltered, his body giving out slightly as his senses were overwhelmed, but Johnny held onto him the entire time. So with support, Doyoung continued thrusting lightly to make sure he really got everything out. “Love you,” he mumbled again.

Johnny smirked against Doyoung’s lips. “Let me have a turn with her.”

“I could have another go like Yuta.”

“Maybe later.”

Pouting, Doyoung pulled out of you and moved away to make room for Johnny who was already out of your mouth and moving to take Doyoung’s place at the foot of the bed.

“Look at what they’ve done to you, sweet girl…” His breath shuddered when more cum leaked out of you. “Fuck…” He bit his lip. “Are you full, baby?”

You nodded.

“Fucked-out?”

You nodded some more.

“Poor thing…” He slowly lined his erection up with your entrance, maneuvering his hips so that he didn’t have to release his grip from your thighs. “You’re gonna have to take some more, baby, I’m sorry… You just look so fucking good in this skirt…” He began pushing in. “And filled with our cum…” He went a little faster, forcing his entire length into you with a lewd squelching noise followed by a scream from you. Johnny threw his head back. “Oh, fuck, they really filled you up.” He settled all the way inside. With a sigh, he said, “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll be quick.”

Like Jaehyun, Johnny was a marathon runner of a sex god with a hint of Yuta’s enjoyment for seeing you squirm and complain about all the things he liked to do to you, like stretching your ass around his thick cock. But that wasn’t the goal this time around. Though Johnny certainly had half a mind about fucking your ass instead, he wanted his chance at filling you up like everyone else had, and he certainly made an impressive grand finale with the way he had his hand wrapped around your neck to apply just enough pressure to keep himself steady and make sure you stayed still as he railed the rest of your energy out of your body. He liked seeing you like that. He liked how helpless and tired you looked— How all you could do was moan his name and sniffle as he hit deep, sore spots inside of you that were covered in cum. It was dirty. It wasn’t the most insane thing you'd all done together, but it certainly said something about the kind of family you were if they could all share you like that and still find time to have fun with each other in the middle of it all. Maybe Jaehyun and Haechan really were onto something. Maybe it wasn’t just a silly game where they were joking about getting you pregnant— Maybe they’d actually make it a reality, and that alone seemed to egg on Johnny more, because even though he wasn’t the most competitive guy around, he wanted to win this.

“Is this a good birthday gift?” he asked you teasingly.

You glared at him slightly— Just enough to get your point across but not to draw Yuta’s attention since he would’ve gotten a tad mean if he found out you were acting out when they’d been “so nice,” as Hyuck put it earlier. Johnny, however, still did not find your hint of brattiness amusing. He tightened his grip around your neck to put enough pressure that warned you not to do it again, so you easily backed down since you were in no position to go even further down that route. Maybe some other time… To get back at him for all of this.

“That’s my girl.”

He grinned wickedly when he saw your submissiveness come out; but even then, he didn’t loosen his hand around your neck. Both of you liked the feeling of it too much to surrender, so he even tightened it a smidge more as he leaned his tall height over your body to make you feel trapped underneath his strength.

“Here,” Yuta said.

Johnny reached out one hand to take what Yuta was offering— Something which you couldn’t see. Not until Johnny reached down between your bodies and turned on the same toy which Haechan had used on you earlier, immediately torturing your swollen clit. When your mouth fell agape with a desperate moan echoing throughout the bedroom, Johnny took the opportunity to kiss you, his tongue immediately claiming dominance, both of your breaths running short with his hips swerving and your exhaustion catching up to you again now that his body was on yours… He was so warm. He felt inviting and safe. Johnny was always like that, no matter how rough or short-tempered he could get, he could put you at ease no matter what.

“You’re gonna cum with me, baby girl, okay?”

You nodded against his lips. Together, you moaned in unison, both of you leaning in to kiss the other harder. All the feeling in your core was numb— The soreness was fading, and all you could distinguish was the stretch at your entrance every time he went balls-deep in you, as well as the never ending buzzing against your clit. The marathon runner in Johnny held back his orgasm. Those abs of his were working overtime to hold his body together because you were squeezing tightly around him— So tightly that he couldn’t stop moaning with every deep thrust. He was waiting for you, waiting for that moment you would start fighting your restraints again while moaning into his mouth a mixture of pleas and variations of his name. “Johnny… John… Oppa… Daddy…” The last one was sure to get him, and you knew that. So the second you felt your high approaching again, you bit Johnny’s lower lip and whispered, “Daddy, please,” loud enough for only him to hear.

“Milk my cock like you did theirs, baby.”

“S-Sensitive,” you mumbled.

“I know… You can do it, though. Let me take care of you. One more orgasm for us, okay? For your birthday.”

The vibrator rolled over your clit in a different direction then back the other way, and when it hit that sensitive peak, you came suddenly, your legs shaking, your hands desperately trying to reach for something to hold onto as you tried to bear how overstimulating the orgasm was. And as promised, Johnny finally let his orgasm go at the same time he felt your velvety walls pulsing around his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed gently, brushing your hair out of your face while his hips were still against yours, his cock throbbing inside of you. After another minute of enjoying watching you struggle to get the vibrator away from your clit, Johnny took pity, finally pulling it away. “Sorry…” He chuckled and sat upright. “Color?”

“G-gree… G…”

With a light smile, Johnny brushed your hair again then pulled out. “We’re done.”

Finally, everyone agreed to release you.

Yuta jumped in to undo the ropes in order to give you some kind of relief. Doyoung sprinted to the kitchen downstairs and returned with a cold bottle of water by the time Yuta moved to undo your right leg while Haechan was slowly stretching your freed left leg to help with any soreness in your knee. Johnny was at your head again to comfort you, asking you questions about how you felt and if you were alright. Honestly, you were too fucked out to talk. The boys thought it was funny, all of them were chuckling while still making sure that your limbs were fine and that you were drinking plenty of water.

“Woo…” you croaked.

They moved slightly to show that Mark and Jaehyun were looking after him. The cock ring had finally been removed along with the handcuffs, and Jaehyun was wiping Jungwoo’s tears and cum while Mark made sure Jungwoo was also drinking water. Jungwoo looked like he had fun too. Despite how ruined he was, the smile on his face indicated that you didn’t need to be worried.

“Let’s move her to my room,” Johnny said.

Taeyong, wearing nothing but his boxers, nudged the boys out of his way so that he could carry you bridal-style in his arms out of Yuta’s stuffy, cum covered room and into Johnny’s nice, clean bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed. “You okay?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You nodded vaguely. “Rest. We’ll look after you.” You nodded again and he chuckled.

When you woke up, you were still in Johnny’s room, but the bed was made up around you, there was no one next to you, and you were changed into pajamas— Well, a pair of Jungwoo’s pajama pants and an oversized sweatshirt from Johnny’s closet. As you tried to roll over to look at the time, you found that your entire body was achingly sore, preventing you from moving an inch.

The door creaked open. You lifted your head a bit… as far as you could, at least… and you found Mark peeking his head in to see if you were okay. When he saw that you were awake, he smiled and walked inside, and you tried to push yourself up but you fell with a thump back onto the mattress, which made Mark giggle as he sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

“Hi, sleepy head,” he cooed lovingly. You yawned. “Are you still tired?” You nodded again and moved to put your head on his thigh. “What do you want for lunch?”

“I’ve been asleep that long?” you questioned with utter shock.

Mark laughed. “Yeah. It’s okay, though, Jaehyun called your boss—”

“The one that’s in love with him?”

“Yeah. Offered her a signed album and a picture with her if she gave you the day off.”

You giggled. Food sounded good now that he mentioned it. It’d been so long since you had food, and after the night they had you endure, you desperately needed something that would provide energy. “Can I get a sandwich? I don’t care what it is, honestly.”

Mark nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll have Doyoung make something for you. Anything else?”

“Water.”

“Done.”

“Ibuprofen.”

“After you eat something.”

“A kiss.”

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips while his palm was splayed across your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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