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mark lee x fem!reader x lee donghyuck, frat au
genre: mainly smut tbh
wc: 3.8k
warnings: afab reader, mark and haechan are frat bros, weed (smoking, edibles), unprotected sex (have safe sex plz), threesome, highkey switch!mark and switch!reader i guess, kind of dom!haechan, pretty heavy member x member in this, teensy bit of orgasm denial
The house is just as hot and sticky as you remember it to be. Thereâs people everywhere and you have to push around to get to the stairs. A pledge sits on the bottom step, eyes glued to his phone. He finally looks up when you approach. âYou have to be with a brother to go upstairs, maâam,â he drawls, boredom clear in his tone.Â
âMaâam? What am I? 30?â you ask him. âAnd Iâm here literally every week.â
He responds without looking back up from his phone. âYou still have to be with a brother to get upstairs.â
Youâre starting to get impatient now. At this rate, the whole frat is aware of you and Markâs âweekly weed timeâ as he calls it. Hell, half of them have participated at one point or another. âI am with a brother. Iâm here to see Mark Lee, just like I do every Friday.âÂ
The pledge looks up at you again, exasperation clear on his face. âThe brother has to be present. Like here with you right now.â Youâre starting to miss Sungchan and Shotaro. They would never do this to you.Â
âWell the brother Iâm here to see is probably as high as balls in his room right nowâŠâ you say, trying your best to sneak past him.Â
He puts an arm out and braces it against the wall to stop you. Your movements halt. âHe still has to be here,â he informs you, annoyed.Â
âOh my god,â you raise your voice a bit. âWhere is Taeyong?â you mumble to yourself, knowing the President himself would be able to get you out of this predicament.Â
As you fish through your hoodie pocket to find your phone, a voice from the top of the stairs calls your name. There stands Lee Donghyuck, leaning casually over the railing, a solo cup in his hand and a smirk on his face. âWhat are you doing down there baby?â You shiver at the nickname.Â
You shoot a pointed look toward the man on the last stair, who is now looking up toward the upperclassman. âIâm waiting for one of you fuckers to come find me, since your own pledge wonât let me upstairs.â
Donghyuck lets out a âtskâ sound, shaking his head at the younger boy. âCâmon man. Sheâs here every week, you should recognize her by now. And let her up, sheâs with me.â
Surprisingly, the pledge doesnât let you go right away. âShe said she was here for Mark,â he informs his brother.
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, leisurely strolling down the stairs. Once he reaches the bottom, he pushes the pledgeâs arm out of the way with his foot. âWell sheâs here for me too. Right baby?â You nod. âGo tell Sungchan to take over stair duty tonight for you, since you canât seem to do your job right.â The boy nods hurriedly and scurries off.Â
He smirks down at you, hand reaching to wrap around your waist. Leading you up the stairs, his fingers brush lightly against the bare skin that shows when your hoodie pulls up a bit. It sends electric shocks down your spine. âTell Johnny that the next pledge task should be to brush up on the frequent flyers list,â you mumble to him.
He simply laughs in response. âI can do that.â Once you reach the top, his hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, leading you through the crowded hallway. Finally you reach a door that you have become all too familiar with lately. A green street sign reading âLee Laneâ stares back at you. You still have yet to hear the story of how they obtained it. They refuse to tell you.Â
Donghyuck reaches out and opens the door for you, slightly bowing. âMy lady,â he says in an awful recreation of a posh accent. You roll your eyes and step through the entryway. Youâre immediately greeted by 5 familiar faces and a cloudy haze of smoke.Â
Jeno and Jaemin are slouched over each other on the couch, a little too handsy for what should be considered just friends. Nothing atypical there. Chenle and Jisung are sitting at Donghyuckâs desk, the taller man attempting to play some sort of game while the other eggs him on. Mark is lounging on his bed, blunt in one hand, phone in the other. âWhereâs Renjun?â you pout once you notice the blonde manâs absence.Â
You feel a familiar hand wrap around your waist once again. âHeâs got an essay due at 11:59,â Chenle responds, not looking up from where his eyes are glued to the monitor.Â
âDamn,â you reply. âReally wanted one of his edibles tonight.â With that, Mark leans down, starting to rummage around in the drawer of his nightstand, passing the blunt to Jeno in the meantime. Once he finds what heâs looking for, he raises his head, a dopey smile on his face. He waves a little plastic bag around excitedly.Â
All of a sudden, the smile drops from his face. His eyes are zeroed in on the hand circling your waist. âHey!â he whines, grabbing Hyuckâs attention. âI thought I said no touching. Sheâs my weed partner not yours!â Mark and Donghyuck usually have no problem sharing you, so you suppose this little comment is meant to keep up appearances in front of their friends.
The hand reluctantly leaves your side and Donghyuck crosses the room to jump up onto his own bed. âSheâs half the fratâs weed partner at this point, man!â He dramatically falls to his back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.Â
âTrue that!â Jaemin raises his head to shout from his spot on the couch. He looksâŠblasted to say the least. Itâs clear his head is spinning from the sudden movement. After a moment, he just says, âwoahâ and tucks his head back into Jenoâs chest, who hums in delight.Â
Mark captures your attention once again, patting the spot on the bed next to him. You jump up and join him. He offers the plastic bag to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. âGot this just for you.â
You reach for the bag excitedly, only for him to pull away from you cruelly at the last second. âMark,â you pout at him, a frown on your face.
He simply laughs, leaning down to put his lips on the shell of your ear. âGimme a kiss first, pretty girl.â You roll your eyes at his antics. A year ago, you wouldâve choked on your own saliva hearing those words. Now, theyâre like second nature to you. Leaning over the side of the bed, you pluck the blunt out of Jenoâs hand. The man in question hands it over easily, moving to pick Jaemin up and take him back to their own room.Â
Turning back toward Mark, you take a hit, leaning close with your hands on his shoulders, and then exhale. He inhales the smoke, his own lips inches from yours. When he finishes the shotgun, he presses a small kiss to the side of your mouth. âThanks baby,â he whispers.Â
âHey!â Hyuck calls out. When you turn, his eyes are locked on you and Mark. âCalling her baby is my thing!âÂ
A groan is heard from the opposite end of the room. âCanât you three get a room?â Chenle asks exasperatedly.Â
âWeâre in our room,â Mark says in the most deadpan way he can muster. Itâs not all that serious, the high leaving hints of that dopey smile on his face. Itâs enough to work on Chenle though, because seconds later heâs turning the PC off and dragging Jisung out of the room by the collar of his shirt.Â
As the door is shut once again, Donghyuck hops down from his bed, moving to lock it. âFinally some peace and quiet,â he mutters once he completes his task. You giggle a little at the statement. Youâre not quite sure it truly qualifies as peace and quiet if you can still hear the loud music and voices from downstairs.Â
The man moves once again, but this time approaches Markâs bed, tossing himself dramatically on the end and taking the blunt out of your hand. While he occupies himself with getting even higher, you turn your attention to the man next to you. âCan I get that edible now, Markie?â
He must have been lost in thought, because your words seem to startle him. Finally, recognition sparks in his eyes once he realizes what you mean. âOh, yeah,â he mutters, handing the plastic bag to you.Â
You take it from him and unzip it, popping the gummy into your mouth. Itâs strawberry flavored, one of your known favorites. You practically moan at the taste. âGod, Renjun deserves some fucking head for this,â you say.Â
Donghyuck snorts from his place at the end of the bed, eyes dazed but looking right at you. âNah,â he shakes his head. âMark deserves the head if anything. He practically got on his knees to beg Renjun to save one for you.âÂ
You look over at Mark to gauge his reaction. He has his head leaning back against the wall, eyes closed with his face tilted slightly toward the ceiling. His hand has drifted down to your thigh, fingertips running lightly over the bare skin where your shorts end. Thereâs no reaction evident on his face. Itâs likely that heâs completely zoned out, unaware of the conversation taking place before him.Â
âThat can be negotiated,â you finally say, swinging one of your legs around so that you end up straddling his lap. The sudden movement pulls him from his daydream, his head dropping to look you in the eyes. Youâre hovering slightly above him, not yet giving him the pleasure of your weight on top of him.
He quirks an eyebrow at you. âWhatcha doing pretty girl?â His hands move to rest lightly on top of your hips.Â
You lower yourself a little bit more, your skin brushing against his sweatpants. âHyuck said you deserve a reward for bringing me an edible,â you concede. âAnd I need something to entertain me until it kicks in.â
Mark simply hums in response, his eyes hazy but still somewhat focused on you. You hear shuffling at the end of the bed as Donghyuck moves to put out the blunt. Youâre not surprised. Ever since you and Mark invited him to join your little Friday night shenanigans, heâs been keen to be in on the action. Eager to ramp the energy up, you lean in and press a long kiss to Markâs lips.Â
Itâs sloppy, especially with the way heâs clearly feeling the effects of his smoke session. You pull back a bit, admiring the way your spit decorates his lips. His eyes look lazily up into yours and you smirk when they flutter close as you grind your hips down. âFuck,â is all he manages to say as he throws his head back.Â
You let yourself get lost in the movement, your own eyes finally closing. However, youâre startled when a pair of hands settle on your waist. Halting your movements, you turn to peek over your shoulder. Donghyuck has settled on his knees in between Markâs spread legs, his head tipped dangerously close to your neck. The grip on your hips tightens and he whispers, breath tickling the back of your neck. âDonât stop because of me, pretty.â
When you turn back around, Mark is watching you both, his eyes heavy with desire. His hands grip your thighs relentlessly as the bulge in his pants grows larger by the second. Remembering Hyuckâs words, you grind down on him once again. âAtta girl,â you hear from behind you, and it sends a rush of heat right down to your core.Â
Donghyuck controls the pace with the hands on your hips, purposefully teasing both you and Mark. Your ass brushes back against Hyuckâs own erection every few strokes. Meanwhile, the man under you starts letting out breathy moans. The longer it goes on, the more you start to feel the effects of your edible. Your senses heighten and everything feels ten times more pleasurable than if you were sober.Â
The hands on your waist start to move up, making quick work of removing your shirt. Donghyuckâs mouth meets the back of your neck as he removes your bra. Mark instantly groans as your chest is freed from the material. He doesnât waste a second, sitting up as much as he can and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.Â
Between him and Hyuck, who is now leaving marks on the junction of your neck, you are not going to last very long. You donât have to worry though, because Mark suddenly plants a hand on your stomach, pushing himself away from you. You are thrown backwards, falling into Donghyuckâs chest.Â
Confused, you look down at the man who is now leaning against the headboard, flushed and panting. âWhatâs wrong Mark?â you ask, your own voice a little breathless.Â
âIâŠâ the man stutters. âI was gonna cum,â he finally admits.Â
âAww,â Hyuck teases. âWas Markie gonna cum just from a little humping and sucking on some titties?â Markâs face reddens immensely and he visibly swallows, but doesnât respond. âI think he wasâŠâ Donghyuck teases again. âHow about that pretty girl? You were gonna make him cum in his pants.â
You understand Markâs embarrassment. Your own orgasm was not that far away. To be honest, you donât even know how Donghyuck is coherent enough to be doing all this dirty talk. It seems that both you and Mark are a little too gone for your own good. In more ways than one.Â
âSo selfish,â Hyuck continues, sliding a hand past the waistband of your shorts. His fingers ghost lightly over the seat of your panties, the wetness spreading uncomfortably. âLeaving our girl all wet and unsatisfied because you canât restrain yourself.âÂ
Youâve never seen Mark like this. The flush on his cheeks has spread down his neck and out to his ears. Pupils are blown wide, his chest heaving like heâs catching his breath. You can see his cock jump in pants at Donghyuckâs words. He even whines a little bit. Usually heâs more dominant than this, taking the lead but relinquishing control to Hyuck every once in a while. Tonight, itâs clear thatâs not going to happen. Youâre intrigued.Â
The man behind you taps your clit a few times, drawing you from your thoughts. You breathe out hard. âYou want this?â he questions teasingly. He moves his hand a circle, the friction so delicious you have to let out a moan in response. You hear him chuckle into your ear. âThen get naked. Mark too.âÂ
Markâs eyes snap forward at the mention of his name. Quickly, he makes work of your shorts, pulling them and your panties down in one swipe. You kick them off onto the floor somewhere. Then, you lean down and yank his shirt over his head. The action tussles his hair, which now falls into his face messily. You donât take the time to admire it though as you help Mark shimmy his sweatpants and boxers down. Itâs awkward and takes a bit of time, but finally, his cock springs free. Your mouth waters at the sight.Â
âGood girl,â you hear from behind you before you can move to touch it. Markâs hips buck up into the air and he whines. âOh did I forget someone?â Donghyuck teases. Mark nods relentlessly. âGood boy Markie,â he whispers. Yet again, his cock jumps.Â
You turn your head over your shoulder, looking for your next instruction. Hyuck clearly wants to be dominant tonight, so youâll indulge him for Markâs sake. He must have removed his shirt while you were busy stripping, because youâre met with the sight of his bare chest. You follow his happy trail down to where he has his cock hanging loosely out of his pants. He quirks an eye at your ogling. âYou getting eager, pretty?â he asks. You nod.Â
âOkay,â he tells you, head raising to look at Mark. âRide him,â he says, leaning back on his heels lazily. You follow his instructions wordlessly, straddling the boy in front of you once again. You line yourself up with him, preparing for the stretch. A finger running up your spine halts your motions and you shudder. âUh uh. Face me,â he demands. You hear Mark choke up a bit at the thought.Â
Hesitantly, you turn around, resuming your position. Your hands are planted on the bed next to the inside of Markâs knees, Dongyuck sitting right in front of you. You go to sink down once again, but right before you do, Hyuck grabs your chin harshly and forces you to make eye contact. âLook at me while you fuck him.â
You gulp nervously, but continue to look into his eyes. Finally, you start to sit on Markâs cock. The second his tip enters you, heâs moaning loudly. âHoly shit,â he breathes out. His hands grip your hips harshly, like heâs trying to ground himself. Meanwhile, youâre trying so hard to maintain eye contact with Donghyuck. The feeling of being stretched out makes you want to let your eyes roll to the back of your head. He looks back at you in amusement, like heâs getting off on both you and Markâs struggle.Â
âKeep going baby,â Hyuck tells you, leaving no room for argument. You resume your motions once more and Mark is no longer keeping his sounds at bay. The room fills with a cacophony of groans. As you continue your staring contest, you see Donghyuckâs hand move out of the corner of your eye. From what you can tell, heâs started to jerk himself off at the sight of you riding Mark. It takes everything in you to not look down.Â
You raise yourself up and down continuously, the pace slow, but not torturous. Mark is clearly loving it, from the way you can hear his breathing pick up. âSo good,â he slurs, grabbing a handful of your ass.Â
âYeah?â he teases, finally breaking eye contact with you to look back at Mark. âTell our pretty girl how good sheâs making you feel.âÂ
âSo good, Y/N. Making me feel so good baby,â he says, voice cracking at the end of the sentence. Youâre too preoccupied to really take his words to heart. Youâve taken the opportunity to let your gaze drift down to Donghyuckâs cock and the way he strokes it casually. Thereâs an obscene amount of pre-cum beading at the head, dripping down onto Markâs sheets. You moan at the sight.Â
You donât realize that Hyuck has turned his attention back to you. Suddenly, his fingers are back on your chin, slowly tilting it up. âWhat did I say about eye contact?â You look up at him through your eyelashes. âGood girl,â he whispers, and you pussy throbs at the praise. Mark must feel it, because he lets out an especially loud groan.Â
After a moment, Donghyuck shifts forward a bit, bringing himself closer to you. âGo faster,â he instructs, while his free hand snakes down to rub circles on your clit. You jolt at the feeling, but try your hardest to continue looking him in the eyes. âSo sensitive,â he coos while you finally pick up your pace. Between Markâs cock hitting your sweet spot and Hyuckâs hand brushing roughly against your clit, you feel the pit in your stomach rising.Â
Youâre not sure if your moans pick up or if Donghyuck just has a sixth sense for you approaching orgasm, but either way, he calls you out. âGonna cum?â he asks, a sick smile spreading across his face. You nod eagerly. âWhat about you Markie?â A mumbled yes is heard from behind.Â
âMmm,â Hyuck hums. âBetter tell her to get to work then, because neither of you are cumming until Iâve cum.â Your eyes flick down to his cock, and this time he doesnât scold you for breaking eye contact. You reach out and wrap your hand around him. He shudders a little and sighs. Slowly, you begin pumping him, trying your best to find all the spots that make him tick. You flick your wrist aggressively, your thumb coming up to brush at his tip every few strokes. Itâs got him going for sure, but not enough to send him over the edge.
At this point, youâre getting desperate. Mark clearly is too, because heâs egging you on pleadingly, like heâs dying to cum. âCâmon pretty, please get him off. Please.â
Finally, you run your thumb down the vein on the underside of his cock and his hips jerk. Then suddenly, heâs cumming, white spraying over your stomach, onto Mark's legs, and the sheets. You let him come down a bit, his chest heaving and his head thrown back carelessly. Once his eyes flutter open, you do your best to put a pleading look on your face. âHyuck, please let us cum.âÂ
He nods wordlessly and you take it as a sign to pick up the pace once more. Mark gasps from behind you and you gasp in response as Donghyuck flicks your clit over and over. Moments later, youâre finally hitting the edge. âIâm cumming,â you announce breathlessly, leaning forward to let your head rest again Hyuckâs chest.Â
The pulsations from your orgasm carry Mark to completion too, his cock twitching within your walls and painting them white. He lets out a guttural groan and you moan at the feeling of his cum inside you. As you come down, Hyuck has one hand on the back of your head, rubbing soothing circles into your hair. His other hand does the same thing on Markâs lower thigh.Â
He lets you both recover for a minute before speaking. âI may be high as fuck still, but we might want to sleep in my bed tonight,â he says, looking down to the spot on the sheets where some of Markâs cum has dripped down to mix with his own.Â
âYeah,â Mark says groggily from behind you. âThis is gross.â You tuck your head further into Donghyuckâs chest in embarrassment.Â
Mark laughs at your actions. âWhy so shy all of a sudden, pretty?â he mocks.Â
âYou have no room to talk Markie,â you tease back. Donghyuckâs chest rumbles as he laughs at your banter.Â
âOkay,â Hyuck finally concedes, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you off Mark. You whine as you become empty, spend dripping out of you. âLetâs get cleaned up. Then we can cuddle,â he declares, carrying you to the attached bathroom. Markâs footsteps follow behind you. You sigh in contentment, ready to relax with you two favorite boys.
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send in the clowns
đ staring. Hyuck & Mark & Jaehyun x afab!Reader
đź preview. âSheâs not the reason weâre dressed as clowns,â Hyuck is quick to insist. Heâs such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadnât told him your Halloween clown plan. Itâs no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so youâd decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. Youâd expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And itâs obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if youâre not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.
tw/cw. clown kink? orgy, foursome, unprotected sex, semi-inexperienced reader, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, cum eating, squirting, fingering, masturbation, guided masturbation, spanking, choking, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, cum/filling kink, praise, dirty talk, first time anal, cock warming, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple reader orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, deep throating, face grinding, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) barbie, babe, baby.
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 10.6k
đ aus. Halloween, frat au, friends to lovers, Joker!Jae, Buggy!Mark, Pennywise!Hyuck, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. I'm not sure I can even explain this one tbh
1: Mark
Mark loves drunk karaoke nights. He loves the way the alcohol calms him down, making his skin tingle and his lids feel heavy. He loves how easy it is to smile and laugh while his friends make fools of themselves. He loves watching Hyuck and Jungwoo be silly goofy chaos demons, choosing duets and ballads that make them sink to their knees and belt out songs so loud that they get noise complaints from other frat boys walking by their room. But most of all, Mark loves watching you sing, watching your hips sway to the music as you lose yourself in the energy.
It has taken a year of being friends with you before you opened up and started really relaxing with Mark and his frat brothers. Mark has enjoyed every moment of watching you bloom into the flower you are now. Heâd thought you were cute when you first met, but these days, he thinks youâre one of the most beautiful girls heâs ever had the pleasure of getting to know.
He feels downright lucky, sitting on his bed, a beer in his hand, watching you stumble your way through a rap verse. Karaoke is never about being good at singing, although, Hyuck does often get a one-hundred-point score and boasts about it by running down the halls declaring himself the best singer in the frat.Â
No, drunk karaoke is simply about friendship. Itâs about the way Mark feels able to be truly himself when heâs with you, his roommate Hyuck, and his two other frat brothers Jaehyun and Jungwoo. Youâre a fivesome Mark had never expected to feel so at home with, but now, he couldnât imagine anything else.
Itâs getting late, and your energy is rapidly deteriorating, especially as you finish up your song and collapse next to Mark on his bed. He knows you well enough to see that when Hyuck and Jungwoo complete their next duet, youâll be heading back to your apartment across campus.
Mark does his best to appreciate the time he has left with you, scooting closer so your thighs are just touching. He offers you his beer but you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from the excitement of getting a score of ninety-eight.
In the confines of Hyuck and Markâs small room, the two most extroverted of the fivesome pour their hearts out into âGreased Lightning,â complete with flamboyant choreography and more giggling than Markâs tired abdomen can even handle.Â
Even Jaehyun is laughing, standing by the window with a joint. His cheeks are flushed red, ears matching, and Mark swears heâs never seen Jaehyun as free as he is during nights like this.Â
As the song finishes up, you let out a deep sigh, standing. âI should really be headed home.â
Mark rises to his feet, pulling you into a hug that never lasts long enough. âThanks for coming,â he murmurs, offering you a small smile as he does his best to conceal just how much he enjoys your company.
âYou guys know I never miss karaoke night,â you grin, sending him a wink before you head over to hug Jaehyun.
Mark watches the way his hyungâs eyes close as he holds you, his embrace lingering around your smaller form.
âIâll see you in class tomorrow, Jae,â you nod, pulling away before your gaze shifts to Hyuck. âAnd Iâll see you and Mark at the Halloween party tomorrow night.â
âNot if we see you first,â Hyuck teases, pulling you into a hug that looks a little too tight for Markâs liking.
âGod, youâre such clowns,â you laugh, pushing at Hyuckâs shoulders to prompt him to release you.
âIs that a song request?â Markâs roommate asks, jumping on the chance to sing another. âI would crush Sinatraâs âSend In The Clowns.ââÂ
You simply roll your eyes, going to join Jungwoo at the door. âGoodnight, guys.â
Jungwoo has been your longest-standing friend since first year. Heâs the one who introduced you to Mark, Hyuck and Jaehyun. Heâs probably the only person in the room who doesnât want to fuck you, and heâs the one you always walk home with- leaving the frats at night can be dangerous for a pretty girl like you, and your six-foot golden retriever bestie always insists on making sure you get back to your apartment safe.
With one last goodbye, you leave, and thereâs a noticeable shift in the energy of the room. All three men let out small sighs, and Jaehyun turns to the window, clearly intent on watching you walk away.Â
Hyuck, meanwhile, collapses onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. âSheâs great.â
âShe is,â Mark agrees, sipping his beer.Â
âYou know, Iâve got a great idea,â Hyuck says dreamily.
âLet's hear it,â Jaehyun sighs, biting the bait while still looking out the window.
âIâm thinking- now donât immediately shut this down, but Iâm definitely thinking Halloween orgy.â
Mark chokes on his beer, sputtering and trying to clear his throat.
âJesus, Mark, donât die-â Hyuck sits up, staring at him while Jaehyun simply shakes his head with a smile. âIâm serious.â
âYeah, but why are you serious?â Mark asks, swallowing thickly. âWhy do you think thatâs a good idea?âÂ
âNot just a good idea, a great one,â Hyuck smirks. âListen, weâve all been into her for ages, and what's the one thing stopping us from making a move? Each other.â
âI wouldnât say thatâs the only thing stopping us,â Jaehyun muses.Â
âShe wants us,â Hyuck states.
âShe does?â This is news to Mark.
âA hundred percent⊠like my karaoke score. Iâm sure of it.â Hyuck nods to himself. âItâs in the body language.â
Jaehyun turns away from the window to asses Hyuck, crossing his arms over his chest. âWhat body language?â
âJust trust me.â
Jaehyun shakes his head. âNo.â
âYour loss, donât join the orgy, Mark and I will show her a good time,â Hyuckâs eyes shift to the Canadian, âWonât we, Mark?â
Markâs throat goes dry. Heâd be lying if he said he hadnât thought about this scenario. As roommates and best friends, he and Hyuck have shared girls before- this wouldnât be too out of the ordinaryâŠ
âI meanâŠâ Mark sighs.
âYouâre both crazy,â Jaehyun insists.Â
Hyuck scoffs loudly. âAs if you donât want to join!â
âIâm not saying I donât, Iâm just pointing out that there are multiple reasons none of us have taken a shot at her.â Mark appreciates Jaehyunâs level-headed thinking, itâs a sharp contrast to Hyuckâs chaos. The Hyung in the room is good at voicing what Mark isnât able to. âIf sheâs not interested, youâll ruin karaoke night. Youâll ruin the friendship. If she is interested, whoâs to say she wants all of us? Most girls are monogamous- whoâs to say sheâd even want to be part of an orgy with three guys? Whoâs to say we could all actually handle sharing, given who she is to us? Hyuck, can you honestly say you wouldnât get jealous watching her suck Mark off?â
âNot if I was balls deep in her pussy,â Hyuck grins.
Jaehyun only sighs, rolling his eyes and shifting his attention out the window again. âThis is a bad idea.â
2 : Jae
The only class Jaehyun arrives early to is the one he shares with you. He canât help the feeling that rushes through him as he takes the amphitheater-style stairs two at a time, joining you in your seats at the back of the massive class.Â
âHey you,â you grin, already turning in your seat to smile at him.
âHey.â He puts his bag down, also angling to look at you. âHowâs it going?â
âGoing good,â you nod, taking in his onesie. Itâs Halloween, so youâd both agreed to come in Pokemon outfits, and Jaehyun feels a lot more comfortable than a few other students in more restrictive costume attire. âYou look good as Charmander.â
âThanks, Pikachu.â God, he likes you way too much. Sometimes itâs hard to tear his gaze away from you, hard to make conversation instead of just staring at your lips. âYou know, Iâm a little surprised you actually came as a Pokemon.â
âWhat?â You cock your head to the side. âWhy? We promised we would!â
âI donât know,â Jaehyun shrugs. âI know you have that thing about clowns, guess I thought maybe youâd come as one today.â
âMy thing about clowns,â you laugh, âsays the clown.â You reach over, squishing his cheek, and it makes Jaehyun grin so hard it almost hurts.
âTell me Iâm wrong!â
You sigh. âOkay, youâre not. I like clowns a weird amount. But everyone has their kinks right?â
âIâve always wondered what you like about clowns.â
You stare at him and Jaehyun leans back in his seat. He waits for you to elaborate, reaching up to play with the rim of his baseball cap.
âHonestly?â You swallow thickly. âI donât know, thereâs just something about the smile makeup maybe? The crazy aspect? I just feel like, when people dress up as clowns, itâs about having a good time. They canât judge you because theyâre the clown- itâs kind of freeing, a nice freeing energy, if that makes any sense.âÂ
âI suppose that makes sense,â Jaehyun admits.Â
âCan I be extra honest with you about something?â you ask, scooting your chair closer and lowering your voice.
âOf course.â Jaehyun also moves closer, his knee butting against yours. You look so pretty, especially up close. Thereâs no way the Pikachu onesie should be hot, but youâve gotten the buttons undone just enough that he can take a peek down at your bra at this short distance, and it makes him swallow thickly, trying to get a hold of himself.
âIâm this close,â you hold up two fingers almost touching, âto fucking anyone dressed as a clown at the frat party tonight.â
Jaehyunâs heart lurches abruptly in his chest. His mouth goes dry and his palms feel sweaty. He can only blink at you for a moment before heâs able to find his voice again. âR-really?âÂ
âUh huh,â you nod, looking absolutely determined.Â
âAnyone?âÂ
âAnyone.âÂ
âFuck,â Jaehyun whispers, forcing his gaze forward. He has no idea how to play this situation- no idea how to act nonchalant about this. Jaehyun prides himself in being good in any situation, his technique is staying calm through breathing, but he can hardly take a breath right now.Â
âDo you know anyone planning on dressing as a clown?â you ask.
âUhâŠâ he licks his lips, mind still reeling. âMaybe a couple of the guys.â
Itâs a lie, and he feels bad saying it⊠but at the same time, he doesnât want to shut the door on this opportunity. He knows at least two men who would dress as a clown at the drop of the hat upon hearing this information- and Jaehyun is quick to wonder if he could somehow go to the party as a clown without it being glaringly obvious that he wants to fuck you stupid.
âWhat did you say youâre going as again?âÂ
Jaehyun can hardly look at you. âI uh⊠hadnât really decided yet.â
âOkay, Mister Secrets,â you tease. âDonât tell me, Iâll find out tonight.â
The teacher enters the class, and Jaehyun shifts in his chair, trying to focus.Â
Itâs impossible to get what youâve just said out of his head. In the corners of his mind, Jaehyun almost feels like it had been a challenge. He thinks about what Hyuck had said, about your body language- had this been you dropping a hint?Â
Do you want him to fuck you?
3 : Hyuck
âExcuse me,â Tenâs voice makes Hyuck freeze, âwhat, exactly, are you doing?â
Hyuck and Mark slowly turn toward the angry frat boy standing at the door of his room. Ten looks pissed- and he has every right to be.Â
Hyuck can see Mark open his mouth in the periphery of his vision, and it causes him to grab his friend's arm to silence him. âThere you are!â Hyuck exclaims. âWe were looking all over for you!â
Tenâs not convinced, and he raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. âYour charm doesnât work on me, Haechan. What are you two doing with my makeup?â
âOh, this?â Hyuck looks down at the eye shadow pallet in his hands. âFunny story actually-â
Ten scoffs loudly. âSpit it out.â
âWe need to borrow some makeup,â Mark states. âI mean, if thatâs okay with you.â
âYou know, out of all the guys who could be stealing my eye shadow set, I never expected it to be you two losers.â
âWeâve got a very good explanation for this-â Hyuck begins, only for Mark to cut him off.
âWeâre trying to be clowns for Halloween.â
âAs if you need any makeup for that, youâre both already clowns,â Ten sasses. âBesides, I thought you guys were going to the party as superheroes or something.â
âWe changed our minds,â Hyuck says simply.
âAs if,â another eye roll from Ten. âWhatâs the real reason?â
âWell, y/n has this thing for clowns-â Mark mumbles.
âI should have known this was about y/n,â Ten sighs. âBut wait, youâre both going to dress up as clowns and try to what? Fuck her on Halloween?â
âWell, Jae said that y/n said sheâd fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight-â
Hyuck groans. Mark needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.
âSo weâre talking about a full-on clown orgy?â Ten asks, and shockingly enough, as disgusted as he looks, he also seems almost impressed. âYou two, Jae and y/n?â
âJae might not join,â Hyuck is quick to point out, and in the corners of his mind, he sort of hopes he doesnât. It will be annoying enough as it is vying with Mark for your attention, let alone Jaehyun too.
âJae will a hundred percent be joining,â Ten sighs. âIf you can convince her, that is.â
âWhat makes you so sure?â Mark asks, cocking his head to the side.
âHave you seen the way that guy looks at her? Heâs whipped. But I guess all three of you look at her that way, maybe you donât notice your friends doing the same thing.â Ten approaches them, taking the eyeshadow pallet from Hyuck. âIâll help you with clown makeup. If youâre going to do this, youâll have to do it right.â
âReally?â Mark beams. âThank you!â
âYou run and get Jaehyun, and Iâll start on Hyuck,â Ten says, looking his target up and down. âWeâll also have to decide which clowns you three are going as.â
âCanât we just be generic clowns?â Hyuck asks, allowing Ten to lead him to sit on the bed.
The man from Thailand scoffs. âAs if a ten out of ten like y/n is going to fuck just any clown, you three have to be recognizable.â
âWho do you have in mind?â
Ten grins slyly, reaching for his makeup kit. âI can think of a few clowns that girls wanna bang.â
4 : Jungwoo
âHey Ten, Iâm here for myâŠâ Jungwoo pauses in the doorway, the word âglitterâ leaving his lips as an afterthought while he stares at the scene in front of him.
Jaehyun is leaning by the window, a joint between his fingers. His purple outfit is jokeresque, but itâs his makeup that makes it clear who he is. With a white face, a jagged red overdrawn smile and dark eyes, he looks as stunning as Heath Ledger did in the role, but prettier, which isnât that much of a shock considering this is Jaehyun.
Hyuck, meanwhile, is in a white shirt and jeans, his face done up in a matching cream shade. His nose and smile are red, with the colour on his lips curving up as slits through his eyes. His hair isnât orange, just its normal shade of brown, but heâs a dead ringer for Pennywise, even without a good costume.Â
Mark, meanwhile, is sitting on the bed. Heâs not a clown that Jungwoo recognizes, especially not as Ten combs blue temporary dye through his bleach blonde hair. Thereâs something like white crossbones across his forehead, and he has the messiest red patch around his mouth, with blue slashes through his eyebrows and eyelids-
âWho is Mark supposed to be?â Jungwoo canât help but ask, staring at his friend in confusion.
âI told you no one would know who I am!â Mark groans loudly, looking up at Ten.
âDo any of you even watch anime?â Ten sighs. âHeâs Buggy The Clown from One Piece, thereâs even a live-action of it on Netflix that came out two months ago- I swear, do you all live under a rock? I promise, if y/n actually likes clowns, sheâll know who Mark is.â
Tenâs words make Jungwoo realize whatâs happening, and he lets out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest while he stares at his karaoke friends. âSo thatâs what this is about.â
âSheâs not the reason weâre dressed as clowns,â Hyuck is quick to insist.
Heâs such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadnât told him your Halloween clown plan. Itâs no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so youâd decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. Youâd expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns.Â
And itâs obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if youâre not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.Â
5 : Barbie
The first words that Jungwoo says to you when he meets you outside the frat are, âYouâre going to die.â
âWhat do you mean?â you laugh, linking your arm with his as he helps you up the house steps, being mindful of your sparkly heels.
âJust wait till you see, I donât want to spoil it for you,â your best friend grins.
âDid one of our boys dress up as a clown?â you ask, skin tingling at the prospect.
âSomething like that.â
âTwo?â Your heart is already beginning to thunder in your ribcage.
âI told you, Iâm not telling!â The two of you enter the large frat living room and makeshift dance floor. Your eyes immediately scan the location, looking for clowns.
At first, you almost miss Mark, but as your gaze narrows in on the blue hair you realize your first clown is none other than your favorite Canadian. âThatâs Mark?â you ask in shock, looking him up and down from twenty feet away.
âYeah, heâs supposed to be Muggy or something-â
âBuggy,â you correct.
âAt least you know what the fuck his costume is,â Jungwoo sighs.Â
âThatâs such an odd choice for him- I didnât know any of you even watched One Piece.â
âTen suggested it I think,â Jungwoo admits.Â
âThatâs why he looks so good!â
âI meanâŠâ your best friend gives you some major side eye, âif youâre into that sort of thing.â
Then you notice whoâs standing next to Mark. his back had been to you, but as he turns and scans the crowd, you catch Pennywise makeup and you practically shiver at the realization that itâs Hyuck.
âHoly shit,â you whisper, clinging to Jungwoo even tighter. âI got roommates.â
âYouâre so weird,â Jungwoo laughs. âWait, I uh⊠think someone wants to talk to you.â Your friend is looking over your shoulder, and when you turn, you find Jaehyun standing there.
He looks as awkward as youâve ever seen him, decked out as The Joker.
You canât believe it.Â
Youâre three for three.
âHey,â Jaehyun says, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. âYou look good.â
Heâs scanning your Barbie costume, and you notice the way he tries to skip over your breasts⊠and fails.Â
âYou look good too,â you grin, already feeling a little overwhelmed with how many clowns are at the party.Â
âI meanâŠâ Jaehyun swallows thickly, âYou said you like clowns-â
âI said more than that,â you tease.
âOkay, Iâm getting a drink,â Jungwoo announces, unlinking your arms. âHave fun.â
âDonât worry, I intend to,â you grin, watching him dart away before you turn your attention back to Jaehyun. You open your mouth, intent on flirting- on getting down to the business at hand, but before you can, someone grabs your forearm and you find Hyuck standing there.
He looks out of breath, and you realize he must have just run through the crowd to get to you, with Mark still trailing behind him by a few feet.
âYouâre here!â Hyuck smirks. When he looks you up and down, he doesnât bother hiding his attraction to you. âNice dress.â
âNice makeup,â you laugh, feeling like a kid in a candy store.Â
âWell, we all know youâre a sucker for clowns.â It feels like a perfectly harmless statement, but by the way Hyuckâs smile widens, you can see the innuendo behind his words and it makes your stomach tie into knots. âCome on, Barbie,â his hand slips from your forearm to your wrist, and he tugs gently, âdance with us.â
 Your gaze shifts back at Jaehyun, he looks like he wants to say something- but you find yourself being dragged into the crowd.
Hyuck positions himself behind you, and Mark slots in front, hands finding your hips to steady you amongst the moving sea of bodies. âHi,â he says, leaning in so you can hear him over the music.
âHi, Buggy,â you grin, taking in the details of his makeup. Ten really did a number on him- youâll have to thank him some time for making your dreams come true.Â
âThank God you know who I am,â Mark laughs, relief flooding his clowny features.Â
Hyuck presses his body against your back, hands slipping around your waist- his breath on the nape of your neck cuts off any words youâd planned on saying to Mark, and it must be clear, because he leans in again, âIs this okay?â
You swallow hard, nodding. âYeah, I think- I think Iâm just surprised.â
âWhy are you surprised?â Hyuck asks, his voice hoarse as you rub your ass back against him.Â
âI mean- when I told Jaehyun I wanted to fuck a clown tonight, I expected one of you, maybe two, but not all three,â you admit.
âYou can take all of us,â Hyuck says smoothly.
âIf you want to,â Mark corrects.Â
âDo you all want to?â you ask. âYouâre not going to make me choose?â
âMark and I are used to sharing,â Hyuck informs you. âIâm not sure about Jae.â
All three of you turn to look at the joker still standing off the dance floor, his gaze is fixed on you- God, it feels good to be pressed between Mark and Hyuck while Jaehyun watches.Â
âHow longâŠâ Mark leans close again, and his lips brush over your ear, âHow long have you known weâre all into you.â
âYouâre not great at hiding it, Mark,â you laugh.
âAnd you really donât have a favorite?â he asks, pulling away to look you deep in your eyes.Â
âDo I seem like I have a favorite?â you counter.
âItâs obviously me,â Hyuck says loudly, pulling you back even tighter. âIâm everyoneâs favourite.â
Mark ignores Hyuck, his gaze dipping down to your lips then back up. Even in a sea of bodies, with Hyuck rubbing against your ass, something about being pressed to Markâs chest while he stares at you like this feels intimate. Heâs so pretty, especially with the clown makeup and the blue hair- it gives him this dangerous edge, but below the layers of red, white and blue, this is still Mark, one of the softest men youâve ever met.
You canât help yourself, you lean forward, reaching for Markâs shoulders-
He practically smashes his mouth against yours, and you realize how eager he is by the way his tongue immediately swipes a lick at your lower lip. His fingers dig into your hips, tugging you closer and away from Hyuck-
A second mouth finds your skin, with Hyuck groaning against your throat. The sensation makes a shiver run through you, and you part your lips for Mark, who dips his tongue inside.Â
You truly canât believe your luck tonight. As you cling tighter to Mark, enjoying Hyuckâs rough hands on your body, you almost forget about Jaehyun- but as soon as he pops in your mind, you pull away from the roommates, turning to look for your Joker.
Heâs no longer standing by the dance floor, heâs walking away, and your heart lurches in your chest.
âJae-â you say, tugging away from Mark and Hyuck to chase after your favorite classmate. If youâre being really honest with yourself- youâd told Jae about wanting to fuck a clown because out of all three, heâs the one you could see yourself really going the distance with.
Jaehyun has two years on Mark, and three on Hyuck- heâs the most mature of the three karaoke fratboys youâve been thirsting over. Thereâs something about him thatâs always made you feel calm- in contrast to the chaos Hyuck brings, and the warm fuzzies Mark gives you.
You like them all in different ways, you suppose, and you canât stand the idea of losing even one of them from your hook tonight.
âJae!â you call again, louder this time as you follow him- catching up just as he makes it to the stairwell door. He turns to look at you, and you blink. âWhere are you going?â
âNeeded a stronger drink,â he muses, scanning your face. âYouâve got a little something, here-â he reaches, cupping your chin and brushing his thumb over your lips, âAnd here,â his fingers smooth across your neck.
âOh-â you go to wipe at your skin, only to find white and red makeup on your hand.Â
Mark and Hyuck have just caught up to you, and when you turn, you see their makeup all smudged around their mouths. God, you hadnât thought about actually fucking a guy in clown paint- this is going to be messier than it already will be fucking three men.
âWhatâs going on?â Mark asks, looking worried.
âJust getting another drink,â Jae sighs, pulling his hand away from you.
âCan we come?â you question.
âSure.â Jaehyun reaches down and interlocks your fingers, guiding you up the stairwell while Hyuck and Mark lurch to follow.
You can hear them, two steps behind you, but two becomes four, and they begin to whisper. You makeout the words âserious,â âfucked,â âcrazy,â and âsober.â it sounds like an intense conversation, but your mind is more pleasantly occupied thinking about Jaehyun and the way heâs holding your hand.
âAre you enjoying the party?â you ask.
âI was.â
âLooked like you wanted to say something to me earlier,â you point out.
âMaybe I did. Itâs out of my head now.â
Youâre not sure you believe him, but you donât press Jaehyun as you make it to his floor. Heâs roommates with Jungwoo, and you know the route to their little shared room like the back of your hand. When you get to the door, Jaehyun takes out his key to unlock it before allowing you inside first.
You head toward the shelf they keep their booze, rifling through it for your drink of choice while Jaehyun comes to stand next to you, grabbing the Whiskey.
âHow much are you two planning on drinking tonight?â Markâs voice makes both you and Jaehyun turn to stare at the Canadian.
He looks serious, but itâs hard to take him seriously while dresses as Buggy the Clown.
âExcuse me?â Jaehyun lets out a small laugh.
âI uhâŠâ Mark shuffles awkwardly as Hyuck closes the door behind them, locking you into Jaehyunâs room with your three clowns. âI just⊠are you two planning on getting drunk orâŠ?â
âI just want a shot,â you explain, finding a tiny glass to fill.
âAnd Iâm just doing a double,â Jaehyun says, pouring whiskey into his red solo cup.
âSince when are you two all about being sober?â you ask, lifting your gaze to assess the two clowns by the door while you raise your glass to your lips.
âWeâre usually not,â Mark admits-
âBut tonight, we have a good reason to be,â Hyuck finishes.
âYeah?â Jaehyun sips his drink. âAnd what reason is that?â
âWellâŠâ Markâs ears are turning red, and itâs a funny contrast to his blue hair.
âLetâs not play around,â Hyuck sighs. âWe all know why weâre here.â
All their eyes shift to you, and you quickly take your shot, grimacing at the taste. âSomeone better spit it out,â you prompt, although, you already know where this is going. Mark and Hyuck had already broached the subject with you on the dance floor.
âFine, Iâll just say it,â Hyuck throws his hands up in defeat. âClown orgy.â
You let out a small laugh. âClown orgy?â
âA foursome,â he clarifies. âYou told Jaehyun youâd fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight, and youâve got us three here, in a room, with the door locked. So letâs do this. Donât pretend you werenât ready to take your panties off on the dancefloor five minutes ago.â
âWe have to talk about this first,â you sigh, looking over at Jaehyun. âTheyâve already said theyâd be up for it, but I donât know how you feel yet.â
âI donât really know how I feel either,â Jaehyun admits, taking another larger swig of his drink.Â
âMaybe we need some ground rules?â you suggest.
âThat would be nice,â Mark nods.
You take a deep breath, knowing what you want to say. âThe first rule should be that no matter what happens tonight, we should stay friends. I donât want to give up karaoke night or make things weird just because Iâm attracted to all three of you.â
âThatâs fair,â Jaehyun agrees. âWhat else?â
You consider it for a moment. Part of you wants to say no marking, but at the same time, you kind of hope they leave their brand on you- you want a reminder of tonight, however fleeting, signs of teeth grazing your skin, of hands on your ass and around your throat-Â
âThis isnât really a rule but uhâŠâ you swallow thickly, âI mean⊠Iâve told you guys before that none of the dudes Iâve slept with have ever made me cum.â
âWait,â Hyuckâs smile drops. âAre you for real? I always thought that was a joke.â
âIâm being dead serious,â you admit, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. âBut I can make myself cum, so I know my body can get there-â
âWait, wait, wait,â Hyuck shakes his head, reaching out to put his hand over your mouth. âYouâre telling us, that no guy has ever made you cum before?â
You nod.
Hyuckâs hand stays fixed over your lips and he simply stares at you for a few moments. You see Jaehyun and Mark exchange a look.
âWell, that changes tonight.â Hyuckâs hand drops to his side. âGet on the bed and show us how you like it.â
âWill you please get on the bed and show us what you like so we can learn your body better,â Mark corrects, flashing Hyuck a look that says âbe gentle.â
âYou guys want me to⊠touch myself in front of you?âÂ
âHere,â Jaehyun moves to his bed, sitting against the headboard and spreading his thighs, patting the spot between them. âCome sit with me.âÂ
Youâre hesitant at first, but after taking a deep breath you move to join him, watching as he sets his drink down on the bedside table, giving you his full attention. You slip out of your heels, joining him without another thought.
Itâs a little odd to sit back against Jaehyunâs warm chest. Even though you hug him often, this position isnât one youâve experienced with him- and the promise of whatâs to come is heavy on your mind.
âAre you okay with this?â Jaehyun asks, his breath hot on the nape of your neck while you settle.Â
You nod, licking your lips as your gaze shifts to Mark and Hyuck. âYeah, Iâm ready.â
âIf you want to stop, just tell us,â Jaehyun says softly. You feel him move closer, and then his lips are pressing to the side of your throat.
Your body reacts, a deep sigh escaping you as you tilt your head, giving Jaehyun more space while leaning back into his embrace. Heâs so gentle, and it sets your skin alight with pleasurable tingles. His hands smooth down your bare arms, and when he smiles, you think itâs because he can feel your goosebumps.
âYouâre sensitive, huh?â Hyuck asks, coming to sit on the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on you and Jaehyun.
âVery,â you admit.
Mark is staring at your chest, and when you look down, you find that your nipples have hardened. Your dress has a somewhat built in bra, so you hadnât bothered with another layer, but now, your sensitive buds are pushing through the fabric, betraying just how much youâre enjoying Jaehyunâs touch.
Your legs are closed, but soon, Jaehyunâs hands are slipping down to your thighs, gently prompting you to spread yourself for the awaiting eyes of the younger frat boys at the foot of the bed. Hyuck and Mark are like dogs with their gaze focused on their favourite toy, Hyuck even licks his lips, staring at you with pupils blown from lust.
Youâve never seen clowns look this serious.
âAre you going to touch yourself for us, barbie? Or do you want me to do it for you?â Jaehyun asks, his lips teasing past your throat with each word.
âI canâŠâ You swallow thickly, âI can show you, but⊠Youâll take over soon, right?â
âAnything you want,â he assures you.
You want them, and itâs taking every ounce of self control to stay focused on what Hyuck had asked you to do. You suppose thereâs a good reason to show them what you like first, and you hope that by doing this, it will only build the tension. When you all finally snap, something tells you that these next few minutes will make a difference in how well they please you.
Your hand is shaky as you bring it to your core, panties exposed by the dress youâre wearing, which has slid up to reveal most of your subtle thighs. When you drag your fingers over your panty covered core, you find a wet patch, and it makes you bite at your lip, stifling a whimper.
âHowâs it feel?â Mark asks. When you look up, you find heâs assessing your face, watching you carefully. You realize heâs actually concerned for you, and it only makes you wetter.
âFeels good,â you tell him, rubbing small circles over your clit while relaxing back against Jaehyunâs chest.Â
The clown behind you has his hands on your thighs, but they shift up, to your hips, then your rib cage- you release a breathy moan when he cups your boobs, thumbs stroking over your nipples. Jaehyunâs lips are on your neck again, and each swipe of his tongue has your core practically throbbing.
You close your eyes, leaning back against Jaehyun, resting your head on his shoulder while you rub yourself even harder. Your knees are bent, feet flat on the bed, and you canât help the way your hips buck toward your hand.
âAre you close already?â Hyuck asks, and you can pretty much hear him smirking.
You can only nod, focusing on the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. Itâs incredibly erotic to be touching yourself while pressed to Jaehyunâs strong chest, to have Mark and Hyuck watching you-
The man behind you pinches your nipples through your dress and you cry out, core pulsing desperately. âPlease,â you whimper, although, at this point, you donât even know what youâre begging for.
Jaehyunâs hand slips down to join your own, cupping your smaller fingers and applying more pressure, helping you work your clit closer and closer to an orgasm-
âOh my God,â you gasp, hips bucking toward his hand.
His mouth is hot on your neck, his other hand still worshiping your breast. It feels absolutely amazing- this is a position youâve never been in before. You can feel Jaehyunâs cock straining against the small of your back, but heâs entirely focused on you. Your pleasure is what matters most, and itâs the sexiest thing youâve ever experienced.
âIâm gonna-â You canât even finish your sentence, your orgasm washes over you like warm waves, pussy clamping down on nothing, convulsing desperately-
Something moves on the bed. All of the sudden your hand is being pushed away. Your panties are slipped to the side, and you open your eyes to see Mark laying between your thighs, his face pressing up to your pussy so he can lick a stripe at your wet folds. You release a strangled whimper when his tongue flicks by your sensitive clit, your walls still fluttering around nothing.
âMark-â you whisper, reaching down to tangle your hand in his blue hair. You pull him even closer, shifting and opening your thighs wider for the man that begins to devour you. He licks up every drop of your orgasm, moaning loudly when his tongue dips in to stroke your weakly convulsing walls.
One orgasm has just dwindled out, but itâs clear Mark has the intention of giving you another.
Jaehyunâs hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently at first, but when you grab his forearm, prompting him to go harder, he concedes. His fingers press on either side of your neck, impeding blood flow and making your head even dizzier.
Markâs lips suction around your clit, and your body practically short circuits. You tighten your grip in his hair, making him groan, and the vibration through your clit has your legs shaking.
âYou gonna cum again?â Hyuck asks, watching you from the foot of the bed. âMarkieâs good with his mouth, isnât he, barbie?â
âSo good,â you whimper, grinding against Markâs face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge with shocking speed.
Markâs tongue circles your clit, tiny circles, like youâd done with your fingers. His pace is increasing, like yours had- Heâd really taken what youâd shown them about your pleasure, and learned it.
Jaehyunâs still gripping your throat, swallowing is hard, but everything feels so good.Â
Mark wraps his hands around your thighs and he pulls you further down the bed. Your head is now resting against Jaehyunâs chest, and he lets up on your neck, opting to grab your breasts. He pushes your dress down just far enough to release your sensitive nipples, and then he captures them between his fingers.
Jaehyunâs hips rut ever so slightly, his hard length dragging between your shoulder blades while you wiggle against him. Markâs tongue dips into your pussy, nose rubbing your clit-
âPlease-â
The clown between your thighs wraps his lips around your sensitive bud again, sucking as harshly as ever, and itâs the last bit of stimulus you need to fall over the edge.
You throw your head back against Jaehyunâs chest, eyes clenched shut. Your legs try to close around Mark but he holds them open, lewly lapping you through your high while you struggle and cry from how much pleasure is coursing through you.
Your abdomen almost hurts from how intense your orgasm is, and each convulsion of your walls reminds you how painfully empty you are. With three cocks in the room, you canât believe youâve already cum twice without being stuffed-
Canât believe Mark made you cum with his mouth alone.
Your friends really know what theyâre doing- and itâs a shock that Mark Lee, the sweetest boy you know, is an absolute menace with his tongue.
As you come down from your high, Mark pulls away from your pussy. Youâre panting hard, and you look at him from under heavy lids. His makeup is a complete mess, and when you gaze down between your legs, you find your inner thighs coated in red, white and blue.
You canât even bring yourself to care.
âSo who are you fucking first, barbie?â Hyuck asks nonchalantly.Â
You swallow thickly, mind racing.Â
Markâs the first guy to really make you cum, and your gaze shifts to him. You feel bad not choosing Jae, who is practically throbbing at your back, but Mark looks just as uncomfortable in his pants.
You donât even have to say his name, itâs obvious who your choice is, and Hyuck sighs loudly.
âButâŠâ you lick your lips, turning in Jaehyunâs embrace to meet his gaze, âI want you in my mouth too.â
He cups your jaw, kissing you for the first time. The only thing gentle about this is his hand on your face, but the kiss is hungry. His tongue invades you, and you shift in his arms, turning to face him. Youâre on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while you press your chests together, needing to be closer to him.
His hands smooth down to your hips, and then you feel another set on your skin, pushing your dress up to your waist. Someone rubs against your pussy, then fingers hook in your panties to drag them down to your knees.Â
âCondoms?â Mark asks.
You break your kiss from Jaehyun to shake your head, his lips eager against your cheek and throat. âIâve got birth control, and Iâm clean- are you guys all clean?â
âDirty minds, clean cocks,â Hyuck assures you distantly.Â
âGood,â you groan, reaching down to grasp Jaehyunâs thick length through his jeans. He groans loudly against your throat.Â
Markâs hand smooths against your back, and then you feel his bare cock at your enterance, teasing up and down your slit. He bumps by your clit and your legs shake with anticipation. âYouâre dripping,â Mark tells you.
âSo fuck me?â you suggest, feeling daring, and very needy. Youâre tired of waiting, tired of pretending you donât want to be split open on multiple fronts.
âShit,â Jaehyun groans, pulling away from you so he can sit up on his knees, hands moving to his belt buckle.Â
Mark slips the tip of his cock into your tight hole and you both groan at how easy it is. Your walls flutter around him as he pushes deeper and deeper, until his hips are flush with your ass. âOh my God,â Mark practically whimpers, his fingers digging into your hips. âYou feel so fucking good.â
Markâs not the biggest cock youâve ever had, but it fits just right inside of you. As he begins to thrust into you, his balls start to smack against your clit, which is still extremely sensitive from two orgasms. Your toes curl, and you practically begin to drool as Jaehyun finally gets his own dick out, immediately presenting it to you.
You waste no time wrapping a hand around him and bringing him to your mouth. You lick a stripe along the underside, earning a groan from the man above you, and when you wrap your lips around him, Jaehyun actually shivers.
âHoly shit, you look so good like this,â he tells you, reaching down to cup your head.
Mark thrusts particularly hard behind you, and it sends your mouth further onto Jaehyunâs cock, your throat clenching as he hits the back of it.Â
âFuck-â Jaehyun groans, tightening his grip on your hair.
Youâve never been spitroasted, never been in an Eiffel tower, but God, it feels good.Â
Markâs pace is building, his moans and whimpers like music to your ears while you try to focus half your attention on sucking off Jaehyun-
âAre you into anal?â
Of course Hyuckâs not about to just sit this out, and his question makes you groan. Jaehyun pulls you off his cock, watching intently as a string of saliva keeps your mouth connected to his throbbing length. You swallow thickly, licking your lips before you can answer. âIâve never tried it,â you admit.
âWe should try it tonight,â Hyuck insists. âLots of girls cum super hard from a bit of anal.â
At this point, youâd agree to anything they suggest. Itâs clear that the three men fucking you know what women like, and youâre willing to give yourself completely to them.
âAnything you want,â you say, voice shaky as you bring your lips back to Jaehyunâs cock, sinking down on him again.
âFuck,â Mark groans loudly behind you. One of his hands moves from your hips, and then you feel a lubed up thumb begin to circle your other hole. Your pussy clenches tight around Mark, and he lets out another sound of appreciation. âRelax, barbie,â he tells you. âIt will be better if you relax.â
You do your best to relax your entire body, and it prompts Jaehyun to begin fucking your face now that your throat is more open. Markâs thrusts have slowed down a little, his attention transferred to the thumb teasing your virgin hole.Â
You whimper as he presses the tip of his digit inside of you, working you open. Itâs a foreign feeling, but as he begins to stimulate you, fucking you onto his cock, you realize Hyuckâs right about it feeling good.
Another orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach. You donât even know where to focus- Jaehyun sounds so pretty with his cock burried in your mouth, and Mark feels snug with your pussy clenching tightly around him, his thumb slowly thrusting in and out of your ass-
âShit,â Mark moans loudly, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass cheeks. âIâm gonna cum- this is way too hot- I can cum inside right? You want it inside?â
You let out a sound of affirmation, sucking harder on Jaehyunâs cock. Mark begins fucking you faster again, keeping his thumb burried in your ass while his balls hit your clit with each rough thrust of his hips.Â
Youâre gasping around Jaehyunâs length, muscles pulling tight as Mark works you closer and closer to the edge-
âFuck, oh my God, shit, Barbie- Can you cum with me?â Markâs free hand slips around your front, seeking out your clit-
Thereâs no way this man has his cock in your pussy, his thumb in your ass, and his fingers on your clit- Mark truly said lemme fuck this girl absolutely stupid-Â
All you can do is whine, sounds muffled by each thrust of Jaehyunâs cock past your lips. You teeter on the edge, core clamping down on Mark-
âShit, Iâm cumming, fuck, cum with me, barbie, holy fuck-â
Markâs words make you truly tip over the edge. Your entire body convulses and you pull off Jaehyunâs cock, gasping loudly while your other holes clench and unclench desperately around Mark. You rest against Jaehyunâs thigh, reaching up a weak hand to pump his cock through your orgasm, waves of pleasure nearly consuming you.
Markâs thrusts slowly come to a stop, and you listen to him pant behind you, his breath trailing over your shoulders and making you shiver.
âMy turn,â Hyuck announces.
Mark pulls out of your core and you whimper at the loss. You can already feel cum begining to drip out of you, a mix of yours and Markâs. As much as you miss Mark in your wet, needy cunt, you kind of miss him in your ass too, and itâs a surprising feeling.
âThink you can take something bigger in here?â Hyuck asks, landing a gentle spank to your bum that has you whining desperately.Â
You can only nod, blinking up at Jaehyun through teary lashes. âCan I fuck you too?â
Jaehyunâs lips part at the notion of double penetration, his cock twitching in your hand. âYeah, anything you want.âÂ
Itâs a quick shift for Jaehyun to lay down on his back, pulling you into a straddling position. You all remove your clothes, and then Jaehyun guides his cock to your wet hole, using the cum as lube, which makes it easy to slide into you. You both release groans when he bottoms out, and your hands find his chest.
You simply cock warm him for a moment, appreciating the stretch. Heâs longer than Mark, maybe not as thick, but the tip of his dick hits a spot deep inside of you.
âBend over,â Hyuck instructs, moving behind you. His hand is gentle on your shoulder as he pushes you down, and you take the opportunity to press your lips to Jaehyunâs, kissing him eagerly.
You roll your hips and Jaehyun groans beneath you, fingers digging into your thighs.
You hear Hyuck spit, and a moment later the feeling of something wet meets your back hole. Hyuck spreads open your cheeks with one hand, using the other to circle your tight ring of muscles with a finger. âFuck, I canât believe I get to be the first one inside you like this.â
âIt was worth the wait, wasnât it?â Jaehyun teases, and you know youâve tested Hyuckâs patience by making him last to touch you.
âSo worth it,â Hyuck agrees.
He sinks a finger into your hole and you moan loudly, burying your face against Jaehyunâs throat. âRelax,â he reminds you, smoothing a hand along your spine. âHyuckâs good at this sort of thing.â
You have to admit, Hyuck does know what heâs doing. He toes the line between rough and gentle, as if he knows exactly what youâre able to take. He twists his hand so you can feel the ridges of his knuckles as he works open your ass, and soon heâs adding a second finger. âYouâre a natural, barbie,â Hyuck praises you.Â
Your core twitches and Jaehyun moans, throwing his head back against the pillow when you begin to kiss his throat. âShe likes it,â Jaehyun announces.
âMost girls do, they just have to feel comfortable enough to open up,â Hyuck explains.
So heâs some sort of anal genius, apparently.
You honestly donât even mind.
He works your ass expertly, and the feeling has you tingling with anticipation. If this is what two fingers feels like, you canât even imagine having his whole cock.
âI hate to rush you,â Jaehyun says, âbut⊠If we donât start moving soon, I might die.â
âYeah, yeah, sheâs ready for me,â Hyuck breathes, pulling his fingers out of your ass to land a smack against your skin, âisnât that right, baby? All ready to be filled?â
You nod. âPlease!âÂ
Hyuck spits on your hole again, but then you hear Mark say the word âlubeâ and you look to find him holding a bottle.
âHow did you even know where to find this?â Hyuck asks, accepting the lube and popping open the cap to squirt a line on his cock.
âMost of us only use our bedside tables for one thing,â Mark breathes, meeting your gaze. âHow are you feeling?â
âGood.â You lick your lips, eyes dipping to bulge forming in Markâs jeans.Â
âAre you looking at his cock, barbie?â Hyuck laughs, rubbing himself along your hole, getting you lubricated.
âMaybe.â Your skin heats with embarrassment.
âIs two cocks not enough?â Hyuck teases, landing another harsh smack to your ass.
âShe wants the full experience,â Jaehyun smiles good naturedly below you. âIsnât that right, barbie?â
âI just-â you swallow thickly. âHow often do you end up in a foursome? It would be⊠irresponsible not to try it to the fullest, right?â
âOur little barbie likes being full,â Hyuck groans, sliding the tip of his cock into your ass. âTrust me, youâll be full by the time this is all over.â
You canât even respond, your mind much more pleasantly focused on the feeling of Hyuck splitting you open. Youâre doing your best to breathe, to relax, but itâs a difficult feat as Hyuck sinks more and more of his thick cock into your virgin hole.
âOh my God-â you whimper, tangling your fingers in the sheets.Â
Jaehyunâs hand is smooth along your back, reassuring, and he draws your lips to his again. He eats up your sounds of pleasure as Hyuck bottoms out, releasing a deep groan. His fingers dig into your hips, and he allows you to get used to the feeling of being completely stuffed.
âGood?â
âSo good,â you breathe.
âCan I start fucking you stupid now?â Hyuck asks. âOr do you need a moment?â
âFuck me silly.âÂ
âDonât mind if I fucking do.â Hyuckâs grip tightens on your hips, and his first thrust makes you cry out, gasping into Jaehyunâs mouth. The man below you lets out a grunt, the force of Hyuckâs motion pushing you further onto his own cock.
You feel Jaehyun adjust, anchoring himself so he can begin to fuck up into you.Â
Theyâre holding you steady, hovering over Jaehyun so they can both be the ones moving to meet your holes. Skin slapping against skin, itâs an erratic sound as they both struggle to find a pace that works. Youâre clawing at the bed when they both thrust at the same time, so Jaehyun adjusts again, pistoning into you as Hyuck draws back.
Now this feels like heaven.Â
âFuck,â you moan, burrying your face against Jaehyunâs throat. âIâm gonna cum- Iâm gonna cum so fucking hard-â
âDo it,â Hyuck says, spanking you roughly.
Your entire body clamps down on them from the sting of the hit, and you gasp, teetering on the edge-
âCum for us,â Jaehyun whispers, his lips teasing your ear. âWeâve got you.â
You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and you explode- but instead of letting up, Hyuck fucks into you even harder. You let out a loud squeal, shivering with stimulation- The clown behind you laughs loudly.
âThatâs it, squeeze our fucking cocks! Bet you want our cum so bad- barbie wants to be full, but not until you take all three.â
You lift your head from Jaehyunâs shoulder, body still convulsing around Hyuck and Jaehyun. Markâs standing next to the bed, cock in hand. âYou donât have to,â he tells you weakly, fist gripped tight around his throbbing length, the head dripping with precum.Â
âCome here,â you say, practically blind with lust.Â
Shifting off of Jaehyunâs chest, you plant your hands on the bed, leaning over so you can accept Markâs cock into your mouth.
He releases a strangled groan, immediately cupping the back of your head so he can begin to fuck into you. Itâs not like you can move while held between Jaehyun and Hyuck, no, youâre simply a girl with three holes, getting fucked by three clowns.
Youâve cum three times? Four? Youâre not even sure anymore. All you know is nothing has ever been like this, and nothing ever will be again.
Itâs like youâve been transported to an entirely other planet, where orgasming with men is easy and youâre just some needy cock whore desperate for cum.
âFuck, you just got so tight from sucking on Mark,â Hyuck groans. âYou really love our cocks, donât you, barbie?â
You can only moan around Mark, hallowing your cheeks harder around his length, while he practically whimpers, fucking your throat even harder.
âI donât know about you two,â Jaehyun breathes, âbut Iâm about to fucking bust.â
âMe too,â Mark grunts, tightening his grip on your hair.
âI can cum.â
You let out a meak groan of affirmation.
All four of you are going to cum together, and nothing has ever felt so right, so correct.Â
âOn three?â Hyuck suggests.
âOn three,â Jaehyun agrees, reaching between your bodies to rub at your clit.
You practically scream, walls shuddering around the cocks pistoning relentlessly in your tight, abused holes.
âThatâs it,â Jaehyun coaxes you. âHold it just a little longer.â
âThree,â Hyuck lands the harshes smack of the night against your ass. âTwo-â
âFuck,â Mark grunts, âOne!âÂ
The tension in your stomach snaps as Mark shoots his load down your throat. Your entire body feels practically numb, awash with waves of pleasure that blank out everything else in the entire world.Â
You hear Jaehyun cuss loudly below you, fingers digging into your hips. Hyuck fills up your ass with his hot cum, groaning as loudly as youâve ever heard from him while your walls contract with more force than youâve ever experienced.
Youâve never orgasmed this hard. Itâs completely all consuming, wracking you with shivers and something akin to sobs as you pull of Markâs cock, gasping and burrying yourself against Jaehyun- which is when you realize his cock has slipped out of your core, and heâs jacking himself onto his chest, coating both your skin with white ropes.
âFuck, barbie, you fucking squirted,â he groans. âPushed me right out-â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry-â you whimper, tears filling your eyes at how overstimulated you are.
âNo, babe, that was hot as fuck,â Jaehyun assures you, finishing and pulling his hand away from his cock, cupping your face to pull your lips to his.
âI wanna see that again,â Hyuck says from behind you, pulling out of your ass only to release a sinful sound at the sight of both of your holes dripping-
âSheâs done,â Jaehyunâs voice is as stern as youâve heard it so far, and he tucks you against his shoulder, stroking your hair.
âShe can do one more, I wanna make her squirt-â
âNo. Sheâs fucking crying, Hyuck. Give her some rest.â
âSheâs crying?â Mark and Hyuck ask at the same time, but the latter sounds much more happy about it than the former.
âIâve never cum that hard, or that many times,â you admit weakly.Â
âLemme get a towel,â Mark suggests immediately, and you can hear his soft footfalls as he runs across the room.Â
âYou did good, baby,â Hyuck tells you, stroking your back. âTook us all like a fucking champ.â
You can only shiver at his words, your pussy throbbing as an echo of the highs theyâve just provided you.Â
âHere, can you sit up for us?â Mark asks.
Hands gently help you up, and you look down at Jaehyunâs body, shocked to find his skin glistening with squirt and cum. Jaehyun takes the towel from Mark. He starts by wiping at your face, âclown makeup,â he explains. Then he swipes the cloth along the front of your body, you shiver when he traces over your nipples. He cleans himself last, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor.
âI feel like we all still need a shower,â Jaehyun sighs.Â
âIn the middle of the Halloween party?â Markâs eyes widen. âThe bathrooms are full of people!âÂ
âAnd barbie probably canât even walk,â Hyuck points out.
Your legs do feel shaky, even while sitting on top of Jaehyun.
âMark, can you go grab us a few more towels from your room?â Jaehyun suggests. âTen probably has makeup removing wipes-â
âWe should just move to our room,â Hyuck interrupts.
âLike you said, barbie canât even walk. Weâre staying here.â
âIsnât your bed ruined with cum?â
âActually, most of he squirt landed on me,â Jaehyun says, looking at the bed sheets under him. âItâs fine here.â
âYouâre being selfish,â Hyuckâs nose scrunches up with distaste. âMark and I share a room, youâre here with Jungwoo, itâs two against one.â
Except, Mark has already left in search of towels, so at the moment, itâs one versus one. Without the Canadianâs support, Hyuckâs easily beaten by a harsh glare from Jaehyun.
âWell, I guess Iâm sleeping here too,â Hyuck sighs.
âNo youâre not, the bed hardly fits two.â
âNot my problem.â Hyuck shrugs, walking to Jaehyunâs closet to pull out some clean clothes. âItâs called aftercare Jae, cuddles come with the package.â
Jaehyun only groans helping you move to lay next to him.Â
Hyuck practically jumps on the foot of the bed, looking up at you with a shit eating pennywise grin thatâs completely smudged. âDid you have fun, babe?â
âThe most fun,â you smile back, curling close to Jaehyunâs side.
âBest Halloween ever?â he suggests.
âA hundred percent,â you agree.
Your body is sore, and youâre more tired than youâve been in a long time, but you feel comfortable. You always feel comfortable with these guys. Sure⊠youâre laying on a towel with cum dripping out of two holes, but⊠you still feel at peace.
Mark returns quickly, with more cloths and makeup remover. The boys help you out first, with Jaehyun cleaning your face while Hyuck deals with the cum and makeup between your legs. Mark finds you a spare set of sweats and a hoodie from Jaehyunâs closet, and soon you feel more comfortable than ever.
Itâs kind of sad watching your friends take off their clown colours, but youâre sure youâll have the memory of this etched into your brain forever, so thatâs something you can lean on at least.
âHow are you feeling now?â Mark asks, reaching for your hands to pull you up onto your feet.
Your legs are a little wobbly, but youâre doing okay, and you flash him a smile. âI think Iâm alright.â
âDo you wanna run to the bathroom with me? I read somewhere that utiâs happen easier if you donât uhâŠâ Mark swallows thickly, skin turning a pretty shade of pink that contrasts the blue in his hair, âIf you donât you know, go to the bathroom after.â
Heâs adorable, and so caring. When you agree, Hyuck jumps to his feet, and just like that, it becomes a group trip, with even Jaehyun tagging along.
The hallway on this floor is pretty clear, but you run into Jungwoo exiting the bathroom. He stops in his tracks, looking you up and down, then he begins to beam. âLooks like you guys had fun.â
âStop it,â you push at his shoulder, skin heating with embarrassment. Sure, youâve told him for a while that youâd love to partake in a clown orgy, but itâs another thing entirely to run into him after getting three holes stuffed by his best friends.
âAre you staying over tonight?â Jungwoo asks.
âYeah, sheâs with us,â Jaehyun responds, hand finding your hip to tug you closer as Hyuck and Mark enter the bathroom to wash the last pit of clownery off their skin.Â
âAs in⊠sheâs staying in our room?â Your best friendâs eyes light up. âOh my god, sleepover!â
âHyuck and Mark are joining too,â Jaehyun sighs, tightening his grip on you.
Jungwooâs smile grows. âKaraoke night!?âÂ
You and Jaehyun exchange a look and he laughs. âIâm not sure any of us have the energy for that, Woo.â
âRight, cuz you all just had hot nasty clown orgy sex. Iâm the only one who hasnât gotten laid so far.â
âYou can still change that,â Jaehyun says, giving his roommate some much needed encouragement.
âNah, itâs sleep over time,â Jungwoo grins.Â
You love how excited he is to spend time with you and the three men youâve just fucked. Jungwoo doesnât have a care in the world- itâs a good sign. Maybe this little clown orgy really didnât change much in the relationships, or at least, as a group it still feels like things are strong.
You have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but something tells you that everything is going to work out. Â
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âWhy are we doing clown makeup again?â Mark asks, looking at the eye shadow pallet with distaste. âItâs a Valentineâs Day party, not Halloween.â
âExactly,â Hyuck says, brushing crimson around his eyes. âItâs Valentineâs Day, which means sheâs going to be more focused on Jaehyun. We have to do something to even the playing field- besides, itâs not full clown, itâs just⊠a few red hearts, a bit of makeup- you know how much our baby loves getting messy.â
âI guess youâre right,â Mark sighs. Itâs been three and a half months since that first night you all fucked, and since then, theyâve learned a lot about you and your⊠tastes. You definitely like having your skin painted, in makeup as well as cum.
Hyuckâs gotten particularly good at clown makeup, and tonight, even Mark has to admit his roommate looks good. Heâs gone for a lighter cream coloured base, with a red glittery heart around one eye, and his mouth done up in the same glittered scarlet colour- itâs clear to Mark that Hyuck intends on getting you nice and messy tonight.
Mark, on the other hand, isnât very interested in makeup. Hyuck had insisted they do different colours, and after youâd revealed how much you liked his blue hair at Halloween, heâs since dyed his strands a soft, steely, sky shade.Â
Instead of going full clown, Mark does a few glittery blue hearts along his cheekbone. He doesnât mind if Jae gets to be the main attraction in his romanesque cupid outfit, it is his birthday afterall.
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CHALLENGERS: markhyuck x reader
cw: 18++ reader is kinda like tashi, challengers quotes in green, a bit of tennis lingo i had to google LOL. markhyuck are lowkey pathetic losers in a hot way, cussing, flirting, innuendos with tennis racquets, slightly switch! haechan but mostly dom, mark slight switch! (markie is mostly subby at first), switch! reader, tennis is kind of hot idk, degradation/name calling, ass slapping, donât be silly wrap ur wily!, fat cock haechan, alcohol and cigarette mention, CUNT!!!!!, fingering, making out, blow jobs, use of the word âsirâ, boys kissing. (this is my first time writing smut LOL)
âMark, you really fucking suck,â Haechan teases, his laughter and voice bouncing around the court.
Haechan jogs to the corner of the court grabbing his chunky bottle of gatorade, chugging it down as dewey sweat drops, drop from his sun-kissed complexion. He then jogs back over to join Mark again, Haechan reaches over the net and hands the bottle to Mark. The black-haired boy grabs it as he thirstly chugs the remaining liquid, not caring about the drops of sweat rimming the bottle from Haechan or the slight backwash his friend left.
âThanks,â Mark utters with a half-hearted grin as he walks back to his spot on the court. He picks up his tennis racket, gripping it as he takes a spare neon tennis ball out of his black gym shorts before serving the ball to Haechan, who is locked in, ready in position.
The ball bounces between the boys rhythmically as the two best friends engage in lively banter about the happenings in their lives: from girls to tennis to the excitement of their favorite artist releasing a new album. They babble back and forth, eagerly awaiting the moment when one of them slips up in their exchange.
"That's game!" Haechan's voice echoes across the court as Mark's racquet swings through empty air, narrowly missing the trajectory of the ball. With precision, Haechan had delivered a swift and well-placed shot, leaving Mark scrambling to catch up. The ball zips past him, its velocity a testament to Haechan's pure skill. Mark's dark brown eyes follow the ball's path, a mix of frustration and admiration evident in his expression, as he realizes he's unable to return the shot in time. With a defeated nod, he acknowledges the end of their match.
Mark rolls his eyes in frustration, his fingers tightening around the grip of his his racquet as he trudges to the corner of the court where his backpack lies in wait. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, evidence of the intensity of their match, he bends down to retrieve his bag, his chest rising and falling with each panting breath. With a quick sigh of relief, he unzips the side pouch and fishes out a bottle of water, the cool liquid soothing his heated throat as he takes a refreshing sip, quenching his thirst.
Meanwhile, Haechan approaches with a light jog, his movements fluid and effortless, really showing off his endurance. With practiced ease, he scoops up his red duffel bag, effortlessly tucking his racquet inside before hoisting it onto his shoulder with a nonchalant shrug. Mark watches with a mixture of envy and admiration, always impressed by Haechan's composure even after theirs grueling matches and practices.
"Yo, let's go," Mark suggests to his friend, signaling toward the exit of the court. The chestnut-haired boy beside him simply nods in agreement.
As they stroll side by side, they leave the court behind, lost in the thought of getting to go home; and let loose by playing video games so loud their neighbors complain.
"Ahem, watch where you're going," Haechan hears a sharp voice cut through the air, and he looks up to find a girl standing directly in his and Markâs path. She's clad in an old grey tennis competition shirt from 2021 and a matching tennis skirt, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. The sunlight dances off her radiant skin, unadorned by makeup, its clear to testimony to her natural beauty. Her finely plucked eyebrows arch elegantly above her big doe eyes that exude a natural confidence, she holds onto a duffel bag in one hand and a baby blue tennis racquet in the other, the ribbon in her hair mirroring the color.
"Holy shit," Haechan gasps, caught off guard by her presence, while Mark shoots him a quizzical look. The girl, however, remains unfazed, her demeanor poised and self-assured.
"So, are you going to stand there with your mouth open, or are you going to apologize for bumping into me?" she demands matter-of-factly, her gaze fixed on Haechan as though she were towering over him with her confidence alone despite, Haechan being quite a few inches taller than the girl.
"Uh, yeah, my bad," Haechan stammers, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
Mark elbows Haechan, confusion etched on his face as he wonders why his typically quick to fire back friend would allow someone to talk to him like that. The girl's piercing gaze shifts between them before she directs her attention blankly at Mark.
"You kinda suck, not gonna lie," the girl remarks, her tongue clicking in a somewhat condescending manner, a twisted smile playing at the corners of her lips. Mark is taken aback; he was used to Haechan poking at him about his skills, but hearing it from a stranger irritated him.
"And who even are you?" Mark retorts, his tone laced with skepticism.
The girl raises an eyebrow, unfazed by his challenge. "I was watching you guys play. You play really sloppy, you donât know how to focus, and your serve is pretty shit," she says casually, her words cutting through the air like a well-aimed volley.
âLike you could do any better," Mark fires back defensively, his confidence wavering slightly as he notices Haechan's nervous laughter, a rare occurrence from his usually cocky friend.
"Hmm, well then, play me?" she suggests casually, her smirk showing a hint of amusement. "My teammate is running a bit late. I donât mind taking you on as a warm-up."
With graceful poise, she lightly jogs to one side of the court, positioning herself with effortless confidence. As she stretches her toned legs, her movements deliberate and fluid, Mark can't help but admire the beauty and strength evident in her slender form.
Haechan shot Mark a disapproving glance before his hand swiftly met the back of Mark's head with a resounding smack.
"You're an absolute idiot," Haechan grumbled, irritation lacing his words. "Do you have any idea who that is?"Mark's head tilted in confusion as he shook it slowly, indicating his lack of knowledge.
Haechan shot Mark a disapproving glance before his hand swiftly met the back of Mark's head with a resounding smack.
Haechan let out an exasperated groan, his frustration sketched all over his face. "For someone who spends so much time on the court, you're clueless about the social scene.
That's MOTHER FUCKING Y/N L/N, one of the most formidable players at the college level. She's undefeated, has crazy-ass brand deals, and let's not forget, she's drop-dead gorgeous. Easily in the top three of my 'women I'd let fuck me with my tennis racquet list, and she's not second or third, I'll tell you that much."
Suddenly, it dawned on Mark. Though he had never seen her up close, the name Y/N L/N had circulated in his head at one point or another, whether through passing mentions or Haechan's enthusiastic discussions about her tennis prowess. She was undeniably beautiful, but her reputation for arrogance and rudeness preceded her, making Mark annoyed at the thought of facing her on the court.
"Are you two gonna jerk each other off all day, or are we here to play tennis?" Y/N's voice interrupted, punctuated by the thud of a tennis ball landing at their feet. Mark snapped into action, catching the ball and grabbing his racket, positioning himself on the opposite side of the court.
"Your serve first, princess," Y/N says with a smirk, her competitive spirit evident as she awaited the match to start.
Haechan's gaze shifted from Mark to Y/N, He stood on the sidelines, practically drooling, mesmerized by the presence of the infamous tennis player.
As Mark began to serve, Haechan couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "His serve kinda sucks," observing with a critical eye as Y/N effortlessly returned the ball, her movements graceful and fluid.
As the games goes-on, Mark began to understand why Haechan had spoken so highly of her. Y/N's skill on the court surpassed anything he had ever witnessed. The way she wielded her racket with precision and power was mesmerizing, almost enchanting. It was as if she weren't just playing tennis; she was conducting a symphony of athleticism and beauty , each stroke executed with a her own powerful flair that bordered on ethereal.
Caught in the spell of her dance-like performance, Mark found himself growing increasingly frustrated with his own skills. He could only watch in awe as Y/N dominated the game with her masterful strokes and unwavering focus. It was a sight to behold.
His train of thought was abruptly interrupted as Y/N served the ball, and Mark, caught off guard by her skill and agility, missed his return. Her laughter, light and melodic, filled the air as she declares the game is over.Y/N sways up to the net, her eyes gazing at Mark intrigued with a mix of scrutiny.
âYou really do suck," she stated matter-of-factly again , her tone holding a hint of brutal honesty. "But you've got crazy potential. You don't give up easily, and that's a good trait."
Mark's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" he retorted, a tinge of defensiveness creeping into his voice.Y/N shook her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
"No, it's supposed to be a critique," she clarifies, her gaze unwavering.
She then shifted her attention towards Haechan, nodding approvingly. "Your friend over there, the one with the brown hair and tiny man-whore shorts, he's not bad at all. Pretty good, actually. But you," she turned back to Mark, her expression serious, "you'll never catch up to him if you keep playing like that."
Mark felt a surge of annoyance bubbling within him. Who did this stranger think she was, passing judgment on his skills just because she was some kind of "tennis god"? Before he could voice his protest, Y/N cut him off, her words piercing through his thoughts like a sharp blade.
"Let me coach you."
Mark's jaw dropped in disbelief, a mixture of shock and irritation coursing through him."You're taking pity on me? How lucky I must be," he scoffed, rolling his eyes in frustration.
Y/N merely shrugged, unfazed by his sarcasm. "Well, yes. You should be very lucky," she replied, her tone unwavering as she extended a once and a lifetime offer.
Y/N flashed a mischievous grin as she extended her offer, her eyes darting towards Haechan, who hovered nearby like an eager labrador puppy."You can bring your little friend too," she quipped, her tone teasing yet serious . "Just tell him to lay off on the 'Fuck me eyes.' He's very obvious with it."
Before Mark could protest, Y/N continued, her words cutting through his initial resistance just like her well-aimed serve.
"If you actually want to get far in life, you need to be skilled at hitting a ball with a tennis racquet," she stated bluntly, her gaze unfazed as she laid bare the reality of the situation. Mark let out a defeated sigh, his insecurities gnawing at him as he hesitantly nodded in reluctant agreement.
"So, are you gonna give me your number?" he ventured, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Y/N's lips curved into a playful smile. "No! You have to earn that," she replied, her demeanor unyielding yet playful. "Just meet me here tomorrow at 6 am."
"6 am? You're crazy," Mark exclaimed, his disbelief evident in his tone.
"Yes, I fucking am," Y/N replied nonchalantly, already turning to meet up with her teammate who arrived a little bit ago. "Bye."
"Wait, you're not even gonna ask for my name?" Mark called out, his frustration mounting as she walked away without a backward glance.
The girl hummed slightly, a mysterious smile dancing on her lips as she jogged up to her teammate, enveloped in a cloud of laughter and chatter.
Mark let out a heavy sigh as he approached Haechan, who stood with raised eyebrows, his curiosity piqued by the encounter."We've got to be here at 6 am tomorrow," Mark announced, his tone a mixture of resignation and disbelief. "She offered to coach me."
Haechan's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face as he processed the news. With a hearty clap on Mark's back, he exclaimed, "Mark Lee, you dirty bastard!â Grabbing Mark by the arm and pulling him away, their laughter echoing across the tennis court as they made their exit.
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"You're late!" the girl's voice rang out across the court, her tone sharp with annoyance. "Yeah, well, some of us aren't used to waking up at 6 am," Haechan retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm as he jogged onto the court alongside Mark.
The girl scoffed, her irritation evident as she shook her head. "Which is exactly why you guys will never get better than where you are now," she shot back saying, her gaze piercing as she focused on Haechan. "You aren't that bad at all, but you have a big ego, and you won't get very far with that attitude, I'll tell you that."
Haechan tilted his head, muttering under his breath about her audacity, but the girl paid him no mind as she shifted her attention to Mark.
"And you.. YOU need my help the most," she continued, her tone firm and slightly unkind. "Don't waste my time again."
With a click of her tongue, she flashed a brief smile before announcing about todayâs drills.
By the time their intense session came to an end, the boys' bodies felt as if they had been through a meat grinder. Every muscle screamed in protest, their arms threatening to detach from their sockets, and their hair clung damply to their foreheads. Gasping for breath, they dashed to their water bottles, gulping down the refreshing liquid before Y/N could subject them to any more torture.
Leaning against the fence surrounding the court, the boys found temporary solace, their bodies sinking gratefully into the cool metal. Y/N approached them with a slight smile, her demeanor more relaxed now that the intense training session was over.
"Not too bad today," she remarked, glancing at her watch, the time reading 9 am. Her gaze shifted back to the boys. "Keep practicing like this, and you both might actually stand a chance against other players."
With a collective sigh of relief, the boys slumped down against the fence sitting on the ground, finally allowing themselves a moment of peace. Surprisingly, they found themselves not minding Y/N's presence as she joined them, the three of them sitting in comfortable silence.
From that day forward, their routine was set in stone. Four times a week, at the ungodly hour of 6 am, Mark and Haechan met Y/N on the court. She pushed them to their limits, mixing half-assed compliments with snide remarks, but beneath her tough exterior, she was undeniably a good fucking coach.
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Before the sun could even rise on the clear day, Mark and Haechan piled into Mark's sleek black car, the engine humming to life as they head to the tennis field. The clock on the dashboard read 5:40 am, showing their intense dedication to the crazy Y/Nâs early morning training sessions.
"You know, I think we are kinda warming up on her more more," Mark speaks up quietly, his gaze focused on the road ahead as he maneuvered through the empty streets. Haechan nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "You still don't think it's weird she hasn't asked for our names or our numbers?"
Mark tilted his head in consideration before shaking it. "Nah, I think she's just weird like that. Who knows?"
With a nod of acknowledgment, Haechan launched into a passionate discussion about an upcoming women's tennis match, his enthusiasm showing as he detailed the fierce competition from renowned colleges across the country and even internationally.
"You think she's got this in the bag?" Haechan inquired, his curiosity evident as they neared their destination. "There's some pretty sick competition out there." Mark nodded fastly, his confidence unwavering. "There's no one as good as her, I'm convinced. Not with that fiery personality."
Haechan chuckled in agreement as they pulled into the parking lot, the quiet hum of their conversation dissipating as they exited the car and joined their "coach" on the court, ready to tackle another challenging session Y/N is about to throw at them.
The boys positioned themselves on opposite sides of the court, their anticipation making them shake as they awaited Y/N's next move. With a smile playing on her lips, she spoke up, her voice carrying a playful edge.
"As you know you guys have a competition soon," she remarked, her observation drawing their attention back to their upcoming match, momentarily forgotten amidst the excitement of the women's tournament.
"Do you guys think you're ready?" she inquired, arching an eyebrow expectantly. Mark and Haechan exchanged glances, their minds racing as they mentally assessed their readiness. With a determined nod, they both replied in unison, "Yes."
âGood, because whoever wins gets my phone number,â Y/N declared with a teasing smirk, her words sparking a competitive fire within the boys.
Despite her occasional harshness, both boys found themselves growing increasingly fond of her, their admiration morphing into a subtle crush on the elite tennis player. On days when she wasn't with them, their conversations inevitably drifted towards the egotistical but enigmatic girl, filled with friendly banter and playful jabs about who could win her âheartâ first.
The boys' faces lit up with excitement as they eagerly awaited Y/N's next move, her mischievous gaze locking onto theirs with a playful glint in her e/c eyes.
"Now get off the court, I have a competition soon and I need to practice," she commanded, her voice carrying a hint of urgency beneath its casual tone.
"You made us come here at 6 fucking am to tell us this?" Haechan half-yelled, his frustration bubbling to the surface as Mark groaned, upset at the lost opportunity for precious sleep.
"Yes, I did. Now leave, you idiots are gonna distract me," Y/N retorted, her tone firm yet tinged with amusement.
The boys exchanged annoyed groans, not even surprised by her antics anymore, as they gathered their belongings getting ready to leave.As they began to walk away, they heard her airy voice call out from behind them, her words carrying a rare soft warmth that opposed her tough exterior.
âI would love it if you guys showed up at my game tomorrow," she called, her smile evident even though they couldn't see her face.Though their heads werenât facing her, both boys felt a giddy anticipation stir within them as they made their way off the court.
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The next day, both boys arrived at the tennis court, their anticipation piling up with each step as they navigated through the bustling crowd. Their day had been a whirlwind of non Y/N tennis practice and classes, and they couldn't help but wonder if they should have skipped the latter as they scanned the packed arena. Coaches from various schools, students, and eager spectators filled every available space, their collective excitement palpable in the air.
After some searching, the boys eventually found two seats in the stands, settling into the middle row adorned in their red college tennis t-shirts. Mark nervously chewed on a churro, his heart racing as his anxiety starts to spike, as he awaited the start of the final game. Now while they boys were confident in Y/N's abilities, their nerves were stirred by the buzz surrounding her opponent, a formidable German player who had garnered quite a reputation.
Mark's hearts was beating fast as he fidgeted in his seat, his mind swirling with thoughts of the impending match. Haechan, ever the calming presence, turned to him, rubbing his back in a comforting gesture.
"Chill out bro, she'll do fine," Haechan reassured him with a laugh, reaching over to take a bite of Mark's churro. Mark offered a weak nod in response, his apprehension still evident despite his friend's attempt to ease his nerves.
"Dude, I know, but still," Mark sighed, his eyes glued to the court below as they waited for the match to begin, their hearts pounding in unison ready for the match to end before it even started. Both boys sat on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the court below, anxiety coursing through their veins as the announcer's voice resonated through the overpriced black speakers.
âLadies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming to the 2023 womenâs tennis final. Let's welcome to the court two formidable competitors tonight: representing the home team, we have the fiery powerhouse, Y/N L/N!âThe crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, and Mark and Haechan joined in enthusiastically, their voices ringing out amidst the excitement.
Their breath caught in their throats as they watched Y/N dash onto the court, a vision of athleticism and grace. She wore an all-white Adidas tennis dress, accented with a red bow that proudly displayed her school colors. Her hair was woven into an intricate braid, and her pristine white shoes hinted at the elegance she always brought onto the court. Clutching a slightly red racquet, which appeared to be brand new, Y/N's face radiated with a contagious smile, her confidence contagious as she waved to the crowd, her eyes locking onto Mark and Haechan with a warmth that sent a surge of excitement through them.
As the announcer introduced her opponent, Ingrid Schmidt from Germany, the cheers were more subdued. Ingrid, with her blonde bouncing ponytail and deep scowl, exuded an aura of intense determination that stood in stark contrast to Y/N's easy confidence.
The two girls approached the net, and Y/N extended her hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. As they shook hands, Y/N leaned in to whisper something in Ingrid's ear, a playful glint in her eye. Ingrid's reaction, a dismissive eye roll and a scoff, only fueled the intrigue, leaving Mark and Haechan to speculate on the nature of their exchange as the game started with competitive tension hanging in the air.
The tennis match unfolded like a symphony, with a flurry of powerful serves and lightning-fast volleys dancing across the court. Y/N and Ingrid engaged in a fierce battle, their movements a graceful fusion of athleticism and finesse. Each exchange was punctuated by blistering groundstrokes that landed with pinpoint accuracy, showcasing the players' unrivaled skill and determination.
Despite Ingrid's insane skill, it was evident to everyone watching that Y/N was simply in a league of her own. Mark watched in awe as Y/N moved across the court with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. With each swing of her racquet, she effortlessly unleashed a torrent of power and precision, her movements reminiscent of a prima ballerina performing Swan Lake, her ponytail bouncing with each graceful step.
"FUCK!" Ingrid yelled in frustration as Y/N unleashed a particularly devastating shot, causing Ingrid to slip up and miss her return.
"Code violation, Schmidt!" the announcer boomed, but Y/N merely smirked, her confidence unshaken as she watched her opponent falter. The boys could only watch in awe as the game resumed, Y/N's serve eliciting gasps of admiration from the crowd. It was a sight to behold, the ball soaring through the air with speedy grace and elegance that seemed almost surreal.
As the mix of cheers and chatter stretched across the court, the tension in the stadium reached a fever pitch. Despite Ingrid's valiant efforts, Y/N maintained an easy lead in points, inching closer and closer to victory with each passing moment. And finally, after a somewhat tough battle that left both players breathless, Y/N delivered the winning point, her triumph met with an eruption of applause and cheers from the crowd.
As Ingrid angrily beat her racket in defeat, Y/N let out a giddy scream of victory, her exhilaration contagious as she basked in the praises of the crowd. Mark and Haechan quickly made their way down to the court, eager to congratulate their friend on her well-deserved win, their hearts swelling with pride and admiration..
The boys begin talking over each other showering her in compliments. âThat was the hottest shit Iâve ever seen in my life. Haechan says. âPlease do my balls like that next.â Y/N laughs as Mark elbows him- âNo but seriously- Mark begins You were incredible today. I mean it wasn't even like tennis, it was an entirely different game.â
âYouâre truly amazing.â Y/N smiles at them before embracing both of the boys. They both stand their surprised at the randomsudden affection.
âThank you guys.â She says earnestly. Before reaching for markâs phone
âOpen this.â She states. Mark nods quickly entering his passcode.
âWAIT HOLD UP youâre giving him your phone number because he was glazing you but not me.â Haechan says almost pouting.
âNo you idiot.â Y/N says. Iâm having a party tonight a bunch of rich pricks and coaches are gonna be there, I thought I would invite you guys. the boys look at each other surprised before nodding.
âDress nice please Minhyung and Donghyuck.â she says smiling, showing her teeth.
âWAIT YOU KNOW OUR NAMES???â the boys say at the same time surprised.
âWell yes why wouldnât i..â the girl says tilting her head at their dumb question. âWell you never asked.â Haechan states and we donât even go by our government names.â Mark finishes.
âi did a bit of research.â she smiles before someone calls her name. she waves a goodbye at the boys before jogging to a crowed calling her name.
âSheâs so fucking weird, I know her pussy is crazy good.â Haechan says jokingly, as Mark watches her fade into a crowd of excited people.
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Now despite being a college student, Mark harbored a distinct distaste to parties and overly large crowds. Haechan, his roommate, embodied the opposite end of the spectrumâa typical frat boy wannabe who attends all the biggest parties. Throughout their 3 years at college, Mark was convinced Haechan had attended every party every thrown on campus or off, a feat Mark found perplexing considering the consistency of his friendâs hangovers and yet his remarkable ability to maintain attendance in classes and excel at tennis.
Haechan sauntered into their shared college apartmentâs living room, clad in a sky blue button-down polo paired nicely with khaki trousers that accentuated his well-defined thighs. He settled onto the couch beside Mark, his gaze eyeing Markâs figure as the latter nervously tapped his foot. Mark, sporting a fitted long-sleeved button-down that showcased his growing biceps and snug blue jeans cinched with a belt and adorned with a silver chain, playfully punched his friend.
âTry-hard,â Haechan teased, eliciting a playful jab from Mark in response. âReady to bounce?â Mark inquired, retrieving the keys from their weathered brown coffee table. With a swift exit from their apartment, they made their way to Markâs black car, leading the way to the address provided by Y/N.
As the engine hummed softly, the boys lounged in the car, nodding along to the tunes dancing from the radio while engaging in casual banter. It was a familiar ritual, comfortablity filled the air between them. However, Haechan couldn't resist bringing up their upcoming tennis match.
"You're in for a challenge, Mark. Let's face it, you've never been able to beat me," Haechan teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Mark chuckled, a hint of defiance in his response. "Hey, I've been putting in the work. Don't be surprised if I give you a run for your money this time dickhead."
Haechan raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by Mark's sudden confidence. Their banter continued, laced with friendly jabs and laughter, each remark fueling their competitive spirits.
âDesperate for her number, huh?â Haechan retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. âYouâre the one talking about letting her mess with your balls, Hyuck.â Mark shoots back.
Their laughter once again fills the car as they continued to playfully joke with each other, the excitement of the evening's events adding an extra layeto their exchange. Finally, they arrived at their destinationâa sprawling mansion adorned with luxurious sports cars lining the street.
After a brief struggle to find parking, they made their way inside, greeted by the pulsating beats of dance music and the buzz of animated conversations. The high-class surroundings dazzled them as they navigated through the crowd, their eyes drawn to the grandeur of the estate.
Amidst the sea of glamorous guests, they found themselves, settling into two chairs to get a full layout on the type of party the were at. Snacking on treats and sipping on beers, they exchanged jokes and observations, enjoying the rare opportunity for both of them to be at a party.
Suddenly, their attention was drawn to her, and both Mark and Haechan found themselves momentarily transfixed on the figure in front of them. Y/N emerged onto the dance floor, a vision of ethereal beauty that left them speechless. Her h/c hair, usually styled in a braid or ponytail, cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding to the enchantment of her presence. Clad in a stunning green floral dress that hugged her curves perfectly , the fabric shimmered softly under the glow of the lights, leaving an impression of effortless elegance.
Today, Y/N had adorned herself with a touch of makeup, enhancing her already captivating features. Dark and sleek eyeliner accentuated her mesmerizing doe eyes, while her long lashes fluttered with every movement, like butterfly wings. Her lips, painted a delicate shade of pink, appeared plump and inviting, complementing the subtle flush that graced her cheeks. Despite the challenge of dancing in heels, she moved with a grace that seemed otherworldly, just like how she looked when she played tennis. Absolutely fucking stunning.
As the music shifted to "Flashing Lights," her gaze met theirs, and with a subtle beckoning gesture, she invited them to join her on the dance floor. The boys, affected slightly by the buzz of their drinks and the allure of her presence, eagerly rose to their feet and made their way towards her.
âAs i recall i know you love to show offâ
Y/N greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes alight with mischief. "Well, look who decided to grace my little party with their presence," she remarked, her voice carrying a playful tone as she welcomed them into her world.
"Little?" Mark's voice squeaked incredulously. "I've seen so many famous tennis players, 'little' my ass. Y/N couldnât help but giggle at Markâs remark. âExcuse me for trying to be a bit humble then,â she replied, her laughter filling the air as her hips swayed to the beat of the music. Taking both boys by the hand, she pulled them into a lively dance, their movements synchronized effortlessly.
"But I never thought you'd take it this far,"
Haechanâs eyes fixed on Y/N, not being able to hold backing on complimenting her. "You look really good, Y/N," he remarked, his admiration evident in his gaze.
âWhat do i knowâ? (flashing lights)â
âWhat do i know? (flashing lights)â
"Thanks," Y/N replied with a smile, her eyes flickering between the two admittedly handsome boys. "You guys clean up nicely as well," she added, a genuine warmth in her voice that sent a flush to both of their cheeks.
As the music boomed around them, they danced in perfect harmony, their laughter mingling with the beat. Y/N's eyes danced between Mark and Haechan, a playful glint in her gaze as she observed their lidded expressions.
"You guys aren't half bad dancers," she teased, her words punctuated by their shared laughter.
"I know it's been awhile, sweetheart. We hardly talk. I was doing my thing."
The boys shared a playful giggle as they took turns spinning Y/N around the dance floor, their laughter mingling with the pulsating rhythm of the music. With each twirl, they savored the fleeting moments, their movements synchronized. As the music reached an end, Y/N leaned in close, whispering something in each of their ears, causing their faces to flush with a shared understanding.
Grabbing their hands with an air of determination, Y/N led them through a pathway that wound its way through the backyard of the estate, the fading music serving as a backdrop to their little secret adventure. As they emerged from the wooded area, the tranquil expanse of the beach stretched out before them, the gentle lapping of the waves providing a soothing melody to their senses.
Taking seats on chairs arranged by the shore, the trio settled into a comfortable silence, the cool sea breeze mingling with the warmth of their shared company. Y/N, her eyes sparkling with mischief, couldn't resist a playful jab at their indulgence in alcohol before their upcoming games.
"Drinking is kind of stupid when you both have games tomorrow," she teased, her gaze flickering between the boys. Tempted to flick their foreheads for this.
Haechan rolled his eyes, retrieving a cigarette and offering one to Mark before lighting it for him. Y/N raised an eyebrow at the gesture, declining the offer with a faux disgusted giggle.
"Hell no, those are nasty," she exclaimed, her voice light hearted.
Haechan shrugged nonchalantly, taking a drag from his cigarette. As Y/N e/c orbs peer into Markâs. âThatâs exactly why yâalls stamina is so shit. Youâre killing your precious lungs.â
Mark chuckled at the girl reprimanding their bad habits, he crosses his legs as he blew smoke into the air. âYeah, yeah, whatever,â he replied, his tone laced with amusement before moving to another subject.
"So, why exactly did you bring us here?" Mark inquired, his gaze drifting towards the ocean as Y/N turned to face the vast expanse before them. His heart skipped a beat as he admired her beautiful side profile, captivated by her pure natural allure. With a shrug, Y/N remained silent, leaving an air of intrigue hanging between them as they all savored the serenity of the moment.
"I dunno, it was getting loud over there, and I didn't wanna fake socialize with people who aren't better than me," Y/N explained with a smirk, her eyes twinkling mischievously as the boys chuckled at her honesty. It was a classic Y/N move, prioritizing authenticity over superficiality.
"So, you're hanging with us because we're on your level now?" Haechan teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Y/N's reaction.
Y/N burst into laughter, shaking her head in amusement. "Nah, you guys are just decent company at times," she replied lighthearted, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them easily. As the three go quiet again, Haechan felt a surge of boldness wash over him. Whether it was the influence of the alcohol, Y/Nâs captivating beauty, or the buzz from the cigarette, he blurted out the idea of Y/N coming over to their apartment later that night.
Y/N's soft giggles filled the air, and Mark groaned inwardly, already bracing himself for the inevitable rejection. To their surprise, however, Y/N nodded in agreement.
"Oh, what the hell, why not?" she replied with a shrug, her playful demeanor sparking a newfound excitement in the boys.
"But you try anything funny, and I will beat you to death with my racquet , and I mean that," she added with an scary grin, her warning laced with a hint of seriousness that sent a shiver down the boys' spines. With nervous laughter, they led her back to their car, their minds buzzing with anticipation for the night ahead.
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The car ride was enveloped in a tranquil silence, the soft strains of "Good Days" gently filling the airwaves as Mark navigated the familiar route to their off-campus apartment. As they pulled into the parking spot, Haechan gracefully exited the passenger seat, extending a courteous gesture to Y/N who had opted to sit in the back. "After you, milady," he quipped, offering his hand to assist her as they made their way towards the apartment.
Mark fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door, gesturing inside as he ushered Y/N in. "Welcome to our humble abode," he declared, a hint of pride evident in his voice as Y/N surveyed the surprisingly tidy surroundings.
The apartment exuded a cozy charm, with vinyl records and album posters adorning the walls, interspersed with a smattering of tennis plaques and a vintage karaoke machine nestled in the corner. A case of beer awaited in the living room, a silent invitation to unwind and enjoy the evening.
"Wow, it's really nice in here," Y/N remarked, slipping off her heels and settling onto the inviting gray couch.
The boys followed suit, with Mark offering Y/N a beer, which she graciously accepted. As they cracked open their beverages, the atmosphere relaxed further, the alcohol warming their throats and each others presences filling the room with warmth.
Seated on the couch, they engaged in casual conversation, with Y/N initiating a series of random personal questions that sparked laughter and semi-detailed answers. Before long, the effects of the alcohol began to take hold, their inhibitions loosening as they found themselves sprawled on the floor, Y/N playfully investigating them from her perch on the couch. As the night unfolded, they embraced the weird intimacy of their shared moments, the alcohol-induced haze adding to the boldness of their hangout.
"How long have you known each other?" Y/N inquired, her curiosity piqued as she leaned back on the couch, her eyes flickering between Mark and Haechan.
"Since we were 12," Mark replied, launching into a detailed account of their shared history, recounting the years spent at a preppy all-boys boarding school.
âIt makes sense, you guys seem really close. Not gonna lie, I thought you were boyfriends at first,â Y/N admitted with a half-serious tone, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. âAnd as much as I tease you guys, Iâm not a homewrecker,â she added, her words causing both boys to flush crimson and nearly choke on their beers.
"No, no, it's nothing like that," Mark interjected hastily, wiping his beer-covered mouth with the back of his hand. Despite his initial embarrassment, Haechan couldn't help but giggle as a memory from a few years ago resurfaced.
"Well, actually..." Haechan began, but Mark caught wind of what he was about to say and attempted to interject. However, Y/N's curiosity was piqued, and she leaned forward, her attention solely focused on Haechan as she urged him to continue, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Well, a few years ago, Mark needed help learning how to kiss a girl, right?" Haechan started, prompting an audible groan from Mark, who buried his face in a nearby pillow, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Haechan continued, his laughter slightly slurred from the alcohol. "So, he asked for my help," he admitted, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as Mark retaliated with a punch to his arm.
"Markie over here didn't lose his virginity until he was like 20, and he definitely was late on kissing girls," Haechan teased, earning another embarrassed groan from Mark. "So, around this time, we were about 17 or 18-ish, and little Markie here comes to me, all upset, saying some girl from his class asked him out, but he's nervous because he's never kissed a girl before."
Y/N nodded, intrigued by the unfolding story, her eyes flickering between Haechan and Mark. "So, we sat in my bedroom, watching kissing videos on fucking pornhub, weird, right?" Haechan chuckled, glancing at Mark, who looked away in embarrassment.
"And then I told him to apply that to me," Haechan continued, his tone tinged with amusement. "And we kissed. He actually wasn't too bad, surprisingly, a bit better than some of the girls I've been with," he confessed honestly raising his arms up , chuckling as Mark reprimanded him for telling the story.
"See, I knew there was something between you two," Y/N remarked with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned back on the couch, reveling in the shared intimacy of their conversation.
âUgh, it was one time. Iâd rather have a tennis ball hit at my balls full speed than kiss him again.â Mark whines as Haecahn laughs at the boy.
For a minute the room went silent at the and Y/N stared at both of the boys mischievously before sitting up on the couch and patting each spot next to her.
âCome here,â she says, eyeing both of the boys as they both perk up in synchronicity.
âWhich one of us?â
Y/N just shrugs as both boys quickly join her on the couch.
The tension in the air is electrifying as Y/N turns to face Haechan. His big brown eyes are beautiful and full of mischief; sheâs never been this close to him before, and she can see the little moles on his face, which fit his golden skin so well. She leans in, landing a kiss on his soft, plump lips. She whines into this kiss, slightly tugging at his hair as he squeaks at the sudden pain, which felt so good at the same time. She can taste the cigarette smoke on his breath with the combo of beer and peppermint he and Mark popped in the midst of their earlier conversation. The taste was so addicting that she almost didnât want to pull away.
Mark is sitting on the other side of her, watching everything go down. His heart is beating out of his chest, and he feels blood rush down his pants. He doesnât know if he feels jealously or turned on, maybe a combo of both, but holy shit, this has to be the hottest thing heâs ever seen.
Haechan whines as his eyes flutter open, his eyelashes tickling Y/Nâs cheek as he slowly pulls away , watching as Y/N turns to mark.
âDonât think I forgot you, Markie.â
The boy blushes at the nickname heâs never heard her say before, and he can feel himself getting more and more antsy as she leans in, crashing his lips into hers.
Not to much surprise, Mark was way more of a messier kisser than Haechan. Maybe it was just desperation, but Mark was practically eating Y/Nâs mouth, devouring her entirely. Haechan giggled watching Mark try and be in control, only for Y/N to bite his lips, causing him to yelp a bit as his pink lips open slightly and Y/N takes this opportunity to stick her tongue in his mouth. After awhile, Mark gets a hang of it, and their tongues dance in each other's mouths, swapping spit that tasted of alcoholic peppermint nicotine, and cherry lipgloss which only made them feel more dizzy.
She threads her slender hands through Markâs pitch-black hair. Tugging it like she did Hyuckâs causing Mark to moan loudly into her mouth. Y/N giggles against his mouth before slowly separating a trail of spit, connecting their mouths together.
âOkay no homo, but that was so fucking hot,â Haechan says, staring at the two lust evident in his lidded eyes as they all giggle at his remark.
âCome a bit closer. Y/N commands softly but sternly. Both boys quickly obey, not questioning her intentions one bit.
Y/N turns again to kiss Haechan, he eagerly engulfs her lips, as Y/N feels a strong hand trailing her body, to her surprise not wanting to be left out Markâs hand is swirling on her thigh, hiking up her floral green dress before tracing his hand around her whole body finding her neck.
Y/N moans from the stimulation of Haechanâs tongue, hungrily exploring her mouth and then desperate touch of Markâs finger tips surveying her neck. Mark then latches his mouth on Y/Nâs neck, causing an high pitched moan causing her to pull away a bit from Haechan. The slow peppered kisses turn into biting as Mark sucks little markâs on her neck (lol). Haechan grabs her thighs, before moving close to kiss her deeper. He can feel her mouth vibrate in his as his friend leaves trails all along her long neck.
Haechan being competitive person he was, moves his hand up closer, finding her soaked black panties and trailing his fingers around hee clit slowly from the outside. Y/N arches her back in pleasure unintentionally moving away from Marâs assault on her neck.
âHoly Shit, youâre so fucking wet.â Haechan stammers in awe. Y/N needly whines as Haechan moves his fingers a little bit more.
"I canât believe youâre getting off to this; youâre so weird.â He says, laughing, as she rolls her eyes too horny to argue.
Mark, who is just as competitive, was raking his brain trying to figure out how to one up on Haechan. He begins to move his hand down from her neck, to her dress so he can grope her tits. Before he could get a chance, Y/N swiftly pushed the boys back, seizing their hands of in a sudden, decisive move. Their faces morphed into surprise and confusion , gazing at her with pleading, puppy-like expressions.
She coos as them opening her mouth to speak, her throat slightly hoarse from their activities. Turning to Mark, she plants a gentle kiss on his lips, then repeats the gesture with Haechan. With a smirk on her face, she draws both of their lips close to hers, initiating a three-way , all their lips drunkily taking each other's in, in a blissful haze. They werenât worried about anything in the world other than tasting each other. Moans escape their lips, the sounds were so lewd, but melodic at the same time. Their tongues poke out exploring one another eagerly, mingling saliva as they hungrily devour each other's essence.
Y/N leans back, her eyes half-lidded, savoring the scene unfolding before her. In a sneaky movement, she removes herself from the embrace of the two boys. Watching as, the brown and black-haired boyâs become lost in each other's lips, completely oblivious to the fact that Y/N is no longer in the middle.
Sensations of warmth and arousal intensify within her as she continues to observe the scene before her, slowly biting her lips lustfully. With each passing moment, their kisses grow more fervent, each boy trying to fight for dominance. Haechan emerges victorious, asserting his control over Mark with a deep moan inducing kiss. His fingers tangle in Mark's soft hair, eliciting raspy moans of desire from the other boy. Haechan responds with a throaty groan, deepening their kiss with an insatiable hunger to please.
Y/N gasps softly, as she moves her hand to her black panties, slowly sticking her hand in and playing with her clit area as she softly pants, watching the scene in front of her.
The boys come to an erupt stop, as their ears hear the melodic voice of what seems to be an angel in disguise. They open their eyes and look at each other, both of the boys eyes were blown out, their pupils huge and lips swollen as they back away from each other. They turn their attention to the girl laying back on the couch in-between them, they eyes follow her delicate fingers, watching her play with her soaked cunt caused by them. A groan is drawled out of both of the boys, both of them hard as they feel their pants strain against them.
Mark's gaze scans over Y/N's form, taking in every detail before exchanging a knowing glance with Haechan, silently conveying his intentions. With a mischievous grin, he moves towards Y/N, prompting her to let out an unexpected shriek as he scoops her up into his arms.
As Mark carries her, Haechan follows closely behind, their footsteps echoing through the hallway as they make their way to Haechan's room. Haechan throws open the door, and Mark gently sets Y/N onto the bed. Y/N confidently giggles, scooting back against some soft pillows as Mark gets up to close the bedroom door.She looks up and down at the boys, before clearing her throat.
âIâm in charge. I hope you guys know that,â she says, crossing her arms as Mark joins Haechan and her on the bed.
âAnd for the love of God, use condoms; I donât know where your dickâs have been.â She snickers as Haechan points to the dresser next to her, signaling her to open it.
She opens a brown drawer to find a pack of condoms before tossing them on the bed.
âHow often does this happen? going after the same girl, I mean?â Y/N says, giggling.
âNot as often as you thinkâ Haechan says, as Mark nods, saying they tend to have different types.
Y/N hums looking at them.
âWhat makes me so different?â
The way she said it was so sultry, almost like it was a challenge, which, for some reason, turned on the two even more.
âPlease let us show you.â Mark says, inching closer, and Y/N nods at the eager boy, patting his head.
âBe my fucking guest.â. she replies shortly.
She slowly pulls off her dress, revealing the fact she wasnât wearing a bra. Her tits sit perfectly, and she turns to Haechan as she hears a loud groan from him. She giggles, slowly taking off her pants, getting a gasp from Mark.
âUgh, Y/N, please stop teasing us.â Mark says strained. His eyes were dark and desperate, as the girl ahushed him before flinging her panties at him. Catching them he brings his nose up to the piece fabric taking in the scent and groaning.
âYouâre such a freak,â Y/N says, laughing before turning her attention to the two boys equally.
 âStrip,â she says in one word, and in a whirlwind, both of the boys are sitting on the fluffy, king-size bed naked in front of her.
âFuck.â Y/N mutters, looking at the two.The vigorous practice, plus the diet and gym routine she had given both of the boys, had them looking too fucking good. Both of their bodies were so toned and sculpted, with flat tummies and abs that would make any Greek god jealous. Y/N let out a small moan at this beautiful sight.
âEager, much?.â Haechan cheekily says, eyeing her.
âDonât get too cocky; remember, Iâm the one calling the shots.â She says she is crawling towards the boy, grabbing his chin and squeezing is cheeks. Haechan nods. gazing at the girl, not even wanting to argue with the beautiful goddess in front of him. She then turns to face Mark, grabbing his chin as well with her free hand.
âShow me how bad you fucking want me,â she whispers loud enough for them to hear.
All of a sudden, hands are everywhere, grabbing at everything. The room is filled with desperation, sweat, and melodic sounds as both boys explore Y/Nâs bodies. Their eyes took everything in as their fingers delved into every part of her body before Haechan decided to sink a slender finger in her cunt, receiving a shaky moan.
âShush, baby, itâs okay; weâve got you,â Mark says.
âMmhm, we are going to take such good care of you.â Haechan adds, slowly pumping his finger in and out, feeling it get wetter and wetter.
âFuckk, youâre so fucking wet.â Mark says watching as his best friend's fingers go in an out-of Y/Nâs puffy cunt, he canât help but slowly rub himself at the sight.
âShut up, Iâm in charge.â Y/N huffs out before being shushed.
âOh, please, you love this; youâre so fucking wet from watching me and my best friend play with each other and play with you.â Haechan hums, adding an extra finger and slightly speeding up.
âYouâre going to be so good for me and Markie, hm?â Haechans says, watching as the girl's eyes roll to the back of her head, slowly muttering a defeated, âMhmm.â
âDamn, I wasnât expecting you to give up this easily, he says before turning his attention to Mark. âQuit playing with your dick and join me.â He scoffs as Markâs hands glide against Y/Nâs tits, flicking and toying with her nipples, listening to the sounds of her moans like itâs the most beautiful song heâs ever heard.
He lowers his mouth to her perfect tits, clasping his mouth on the buds before sucking rhythmically. Y/Nâs back arches, her cunt clenching around Haechan's fingers.
âFuck Mark, keep doing that; her little cunt is squeezing my fingers so tight; fuckk, I bet it feels so good.â
Mark moans at his friends words as he sucks harder and plays with the other tit in his hand.
âYeah, good boy, keep doing that.â Haechan says watching at how both Y/N and Mark react to the praise he gave Mark.
Mark groans at the praise, eyeing Haechan as intensifies his pace, eliciting louder and more desperate cries from Y/N. Her orgasm approaching rapidly, her moans escalating in getting higher and higher. However, just as she fills her organs about to wash over, Haechan abruptly stops, leaving Y/N to bolt up in frustration. "Ah! Why did you stop?" she groans, her expression a mix of defeat and longing, her eyes pleading with Haechan as Mark retreats, creating space between them.
âBecause I donât want you to cum yet,â he simply says.
âYou need to cum on one of our cocks.â He adds, causing both Mark and Y/N to lewdly gasp.âOur Markie has been so good, donât you think?â Haechan says, looking at y/n, her eyes sparking as she nods.
âWhy donât you give me a little treat? You know heâs been practicing so hard just to get your attention, just to get your number.â He trails off, and I think he deserves thisâ.
Y/N nods slowly, getting off the bed, and finding her way on her knees. She watches as Mark turns to face the edge of the bed, eyes looking down at her, and she swears she can see his heart being out of his chest.
âH-Hey, Y/Nâ Mark stutters lustfully.
âHi Markie,â Y/N says just as lustfully before tracing a hand on his thigh, slowly grabbing his hard cock and pumping it.
Mark immediately reacts, bucking his hips as he lets out groans at the sensation.
âOpen your hand.â Haechan says to Y/N as he sits next to Mark.
The girl obeys; opening her hands as Haechan spats in them. Mark tilts his head quizzically, then he feels his best friend's warm spit on his cock being pumped by the girl of any persons dreams, and he canât help but absolutely lose his mind in the moment.
Haechan closes the small distance between him and Mark, his breath hot against his ear as he murmurs words of praise and desire, fueling the intensity of this scene. With a sense of urgency, he pulls Mark into a passionate kiss, their lips meeting in an electrifying embrace. The intensity of their kiss sparks a reaction from Y/N, who widens are mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of Mark's cock, sending shivers coursing through his body as she begins to softly suck.
Breaking away from the kiss, Mark guides Y/N's flowy hair, urging her to go deeper, whimpering cutely in the proces. She complies, knowing exactly how to please him. Mark's head falls back, his hair disheveled, strands clinging to his forehead like he's just emerged from a heated tennis match. Occasionally, his gaze meets Y/N's big, doe-like eyes as she works her magic, causing a surge of arousal mixed with a pang of overwhelmingness to ripple through him. At this point Mark unable to tear his gaze away, even as the heat of the moment threatens to overwhelm him.
As Mark's hips buck forward, Y/N's hand travels up Haechan's thigh, her fingers finding his thick hard cock, guiding it with deliberate precision. "Holy fuck, this slut knows how to handle cocks," Haechan moans appreciatively, his voice thick with desire as he encourages her to quicken her pace. âMaybe tennis isnât the only thing youâre good at- He stammers barely finishing his sentence so loss in pleasure. Y/N groans around Markâs cock, as she can sense him getting closer by the twitching of his legs.
Sensing that heâs about to cum, she takes her hand off of Haechan, focusing all her attention on Mark. His exclamations of "fuck," "shit," and "dude" fill the air, punctuating the intensity of the moment as he edges closer to climax.
She takes him in the back of her throat as she feels his cock twitch in her mouth, releasing a slightly sweet and salty thick liquid, which she swallows half of before getting off her knees and turning to kiss Haechan, Markâs cum still in her mouth.
Although he just came, Mark can feel himself getting hard all over again watching Y/N and his best friend swap his cum in their mouths before they swallow, it backing away from each other, smirking.
âGood job, Markie." she says pinching the boy's cheeks before she feels two bodies pin her down.
 âAh, we arenât done with you just yet.â Haechan says as Y/N gulps a bit.
âRemember I said I wanted you to cum all over our cocks?âY/N nods as Haechan smiles wickedly, looking at Mark. âSo thatâs exactly what youâre going to do.â
âMark, sit and watch how I tame this slut.â Mark nods obediently as he watches Y/N whimper at the degrading nickname. He watches as Haechan quickly slips a condom on and positions himself right in between Y/Nâs sticky thighs.
âBeg for it,â Haechan says, looking down at the girl.
âOh, cmon, Donghyuck, stop it.â She sassily says using his full name.
This causes Haechan to softly grab the girl's neck and getting near her ear.
âBe a fucking good girl and beg; you know you fucking want it.â He demands sternly, signaling that he is not playing any games. Y/N gulps before opening her mouth to beg.
âPlease, hyuckie, I need your cock so bad, please fuck.â She breathed out slightly embarrassed, causing Haechan to evilly giggle at her submission.
âFuck, I wish you could be like this all the time. He says as he slowly slips the tip in, causing the two to both moan.
âOh fuck, this hurts.â Y/N whimpers, her eyes watering, as Mark glides his hand over her hair, playing with it, hushing her and whispering sweet words.
âOh, cmon, you canât take it,â Haechan says, slowly lowering himself more as he feels her tight pussy squeeze around him.
âSee, youâre squeezing around me, and I can feel you getting wetter, you fucking love it,â he says, bottoming out and pushing his fat cock into her.
She moans, almost crying, as Mark continues to play with her hair, trying to calm her down as Haechan begins to go at a steady pace.
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight and wet, youâre swallowing my fucking cock whole.â
Y/N moans in esctacy as the pain fades into pure pleasure.
âS-sooo good, hyuckie.â She purrs, her eyes squeezing closed .
âAht, open those pretty eyes doll, Haechan says, reaching down to grab her face.
âLook at me when Iâm fucking you, slut.â He ordered causing Y/N to gush around him, only makes him speed up.
âYeah, you like that? You like when I degrade you while my soft little best friend coddles you, hm?â Y/N whimpers, shaking her head and babbling incoherent nonsense as Mark pulls her hair a bit.âUse your words when Haechan is talking to you baby.â Mark says, surprising both Haechan & Y/N.
âY-yes, sir,â Y/N stammers.
âWell, who are you talking to, Haechan or Me?â Mark says sternly tugging a bit more as she utters both softly.
âYeah, thatâs our good girl,â Mark says, feeling this surge of confidence out of nowhere.
Mark watches as Haechan continues to fuck Y/Ns cunt, igniting a pang of jealousy within him. He wants more than anything to feel her warm cunt coating his cock. He groans at the thought of it, wishing he could trade places with Haechan.
Haechan laughs, looking at Markâs desperate state, before raising an eyebrow practically reading the boyâs mind .
âYou want a turn?â
Mark eagerly nods as, slowly pulls out of Y/N, she moans at the absence.
âOh, donât be so sad, doll; Markie just wants a turn.â Hyuck winks before moving so Mark can get in between her thighs. Mark shuffles off the bed before looking at Y/Nâs needy state.
There was something so hot about seeing their arrogant, sassy âcoachâ absolutely fucking desperate. Her eyes were glazed and wet as a few tears stained her beautiful cheeks; the makeup she had on from the party was smeared; her lips plump and swollen; and in the dim bedroom light, he could make out the marks and hickeys from earlier on her neck.
His eyes trailed down to her cunt; itâs still wet and waiting to be touched. He notices that itâs a bit puffy and swollen from Haechanâs assault on it.
Mark groans, biting his lip before hovering over the girl closer.
âHey!â he says looking down into her beautiful eyes.
âHi Markie.â She gives me a half-smile, her eyes pleading to be used.
Before she could say anything else, she yelps as she felt herself being flipped over on her stomach. Mark quickly grabbing her hair into a make shift pony, as she arched back from pleasure and pain.
Haechan whistles as he makes a comment not realizing Mark was such an âass guyâ Mark ignored him and rubs y/nâs ass groaning before giving a small slap, she moans enjoying it more than sheâd like to admit.
âYou like that, hm?â Mark says, using his surge of confidence
âMayb-.â Her sentence is cut off as she feels Mark slide into her wet cunt. She moans at how deep he feels. Haechan may be thick, but Markâs cock was so long, and Y/N swears she can feel it hitting every spot as he begins to thrust.
âFuck, you feel so fucking good.â He groans, pushing her face down into the pillow.
âShhhhh, be quiet, baby,â Mark says, speeding up absolutely loss in bliss.
Haechan, on the other hand, was totally enjoying the show; he decided to let his friend take over because, for some reason, he had a feeling this wouldnât be the last time something like that happened. So he sat on the other end of the bed, pumping his cock, watching his best friend fuck Y/N so desperately.
Haechan pumps his thick cock faster his tip is bright red and his hands slightly slippery, a mix of spit, cum, and the wetness from being Y/Nâs warm cunt. Haechan moans, eyes glued at the sight.
Mark can feel himself getting closer and closer as he speeds up.âF-fuck mark, I'm going to cum please, please.â Y/N whimpers into the pillow; they can almost barely make out her garbled speech as Mark speeds up even faster. He reaches his hand to toy with her clit, causing her to cry into the pillow in pleasure.
âFuck yes, cum all over my cock, baby, show me how good we make you feel,â Mark moans, feeling his orgasm catch up as well.
With one hand Haechan lifts Y/Nâs head up from the pillow as he feverishly pumps his thick cock. Reaching his breaking point , he groans her name, glazing her face in his warm cum. This in turn caused Y/N to clench around Markâs cock even more. Mark began to quickly rub on Y/Nâs swollen clit area as she lets out a string of strained moans cumming all over him.
She clenches one more time around his cock due to the overestimation, which in turn causes Mark to throw his head back, cumming with a loud moan.
The trio are all frozen for a bit before Mark slips his now soft cock out of Y/N. He takes the cum filled condom and sits it on the floor as Haechan gets up and grabs a t-shirt.
âY/N, donât move,â they both say at the same time. Mark leaves the room for a second, as Haechan gently begins to wipe his cum off her face.
âYou know youâre very pretty,â Haechan says, staring at her. Although tired, the girl laughs, stating, I know, and thanking Haechan for cleaning her up. He nods as he watches as Mark comes back in with some clothes and some water bottles.He hands a bottle to Haechan before handing Y/N some of his own spare boxers and one of Haechanâs old t-shirts.
âI got them right out of the dryer; theyâre super clean.â Y/N thanks the boy before changing in front of them.
 If they thought she was beautiful before, something about both of the boys seeing her in their clothes made her 100 times more beautiful.
 âSo, are you just going to stare, or are we going to cuddle or something?â Y/N says, giggling
âI didnât take you as a cuddler.â Haechanâs mutters
âOkay, and I didnât expect to have a three-way with you losers; guess today is just full of surprises.â They all chuckle as they opt to all go into Markâs room since Haechanâs sheets were soiled from their little activities.
Hand in hand, they walk the short stride to Markâs room before they all settle under the covers. as Mark puts on some random tennis match.
âSo, whoâs a better kisser?â Y/N half jokingly teases, looking at Mark as he blushes.
âNo comment,â he says, embarrassed, as Haechan laughs at the two.
âSooo, can we get your number now? I mean, we literally just fucked.â Haechan says sneakily.
Y/N laughs before sinking under the covers.
âNope, whoever wins the game tomorrow, remember, ahh, or should I say today?â Y/N evilly laughs, looking at the clock in Markâs room, which reads 3:35 a.m..
âI would get some rest tonight, just saying.â
Both boys eyes widen in shock as their eyes land on the clock, groaning at the time.
 âRemember, boys, this is a game about winning the points that actually matter.â Y/N softly says before closing her eyes to go to bed.
Leaving both boys sitting up to rack through their brains. How the fuck are they going to beat one another?
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| pairing: Switch!Haechan x Switch!Mark x gn!Reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Poly!ilichil. Blowjob. Sub-leaning Mark, Dom-leaning Haechan.
| wc: 2.8k
| aurora's note: not explicitly part of my poly!ilichil book (so no mention of reyna)
Movie night in the house was fairly chill. It wasnât mandatory, and the film was always chosen at random by whoever pulled the highest number out of a baseball cap, so if someone didnât care for the movie that the winner decided on, then they could go do whatever else they wanted. For the most part, though, the boys always stayed. Especially ever since their conflicting schedules prevented all eight of them from being in the same room at once. Taeyong was still in the military, Yuta was in Japan to promote his tour, and within the next few weeks Mark and Haechan would embark on the European leg of their tour while Jaehyun would enlist. A house filled with you and eight men was slowly losing its numbers. Soon it would just be you and three others⊠That was a shitty feeling⊠So the boys tried to make their time together count, even if it was only six out of eight of them in the house.
When you came home from work, the boys started pulling numbers out of a hat while you changed into pajamas. By the time you were changed and fit to relax for the night, Haechan was in the kitchen eating a bowl of ice cream, Mark disappeared, Jaehyun and Johnny were looking on an iPad at what new manga sets Johnny should buy, and Doyoung and Jungwoo were making themselves comfortable on the couch in their usual spots.
âWho won?â you asked, plopping down on the empty couch perpendicular to the wall with the big TV.
âYou did,â Jungwoo replied. He tossed the TV remote at you, hardly giving you the chance to realize what he said and catch the remote before it could hit you in the nose.
âWhereâs Mark?â
Johnny turned off his iPad. âDoing skin care upstairs. He said we can start watching without him⊠I think Chenleâs going to try to convince him to play some video games, too, so I wouldnât count on him sticking around.â He reclined in the love seat next to Doyoung and Jungwooâs couch while Jaehyun sprawled out in the empty space in the middle of the room, since they had to evacuate the coffee table in order to make room for everyone. âHeâs exhausted and stressed from working on the last few songs for his album.â
âAnd Hyuck?â
âHeâll join us when heâs done eating.â
âHeâs tired from rehearsals,â Jaehyun said quietly.
You started scrolling through Netflix for a movie you wanted to watch. âTheyâre both drained. I canât believe the companyâs already talking about another Dream tour next year.â
âYeah, well, it was supposed to be us, butâŠâ Doyoung stared at the back of Jaehyunâs bleached blonde head. âAnyhow.â He sighed.
Jungwoo shifted to get comfortable, cuddling up against Doyoung who laid back against the armrest of the couch so that Jungwoo could lay against his chest. âCan we watch an anime?â
âItâs not your night to pick,â Johnny warned.
âYou were thinking the same thing!â
âItâs not my night to pick either.â
To appease the boys, however, you went to another streaming service to find The Boy and the Heron, a film which more than half of the room hadnât seen yet, and it was anime to make them happy. The four content smiles in the room told you everything you needed to know. And as the movie, they all settled happily, their focus solely on the film, which left you smiling too as you got comfortable under a blanket.
Mark returned later like he promised. About fifteen minutes into the film, he made an appearance in his pajamas, his hair wet from showering, his face bare with all of his makeup and daytime skin care washed away in order to cover his face with his nighttime routine. You looked up at him as he entered the living room, hesitating for a moment while he considered his options for where to sit or lay down. There was some room next to Johnny on the love seat if he scooted over, Jungwoo and Doyoung took up the entire couch facing the TV head on, there was room next to you if you sat up, and if Jaehyun didnât lay down in the very middle of the room there was space for Mark to lay down too. However, no one budged except for you. Mark sat on the floor with his back pressed against the couch you were on so that he was between your legsâ Even though he couldâve sat on the couch with you if he wanted. It seemed he was more comfortable down there. Tiredly, Markâs head fell against the inside of your left calf while both of you silently watched the movie, his hands gently massaging your ankles until you got the hint that he wanted to be played with too, so you started combing your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, massaging sore spots to help with any stress or headaches he had. Mark immediately melted.
âWhen do you need to call Chenle?â you whispered down to him, scratching behind his ear like he were a dog or a cat.
He shook his head slightly. âI told him Iâm busy with you guys.â
Though he couldnât see you, you were smiling behind him,scratching your fingers through his hair from his forehead down to his neck. He shivered then melted further into you. He was cute, like a pet, when he was tired and wanted to just fall asleep and forget about all of his worries.
But then in came the menace known as Haechan who was done with his ice cream and had cleaned his dishes before entering to sit and watch the second half of the film with you guys. Rather than taking a moment to decide where he was going to plop down, Haechan made his way directly over to you and Mark before he dropped to the ground and put his head on Markâs lap and his feet on Jaehyunâs thighsâ Both boys looked at Haechan with a questioning look before surrendering since there was no use in fighting against Haechan.
âOh, fuck, Markââ Haechan squirmed on the ground then flipped over and pushed himself up to look at the man sitting between your legs.
Mark hid his face against your leg. âSorry.â
âWhat is it?â Jungwoo pried with his interest piqued, just like the rest of the group.
âHeâs got a hard-on just from having his hair played with!â
You hesitated, to which Mark whined and nuzzled his face into you some moreâ Both to hide his embarrassment but also because he so desperately wanted you to keep going. But once he knew that everyone was looking at him instead of the movie, Mark started brushing Haechan off so that he could stand, while he muttered something about taking care of it and coming back soon. Both you and Haechan worked together to sit Mark back down after you silently shared a thought that it could be handled there. Afterall, you were responsible for getting him worked up⊠and Haechan was the one impacted by the distraction the most because his pillow was a bit hard.
Mark looked around panicked. âIâm sorryââ
You comforted him by running your hands through his hair again, then you leaned in to kiss his cheek lovingly, which put his guard down enough for Haechan to lay on his stomach between Markâs legs. Mark was a bit distracted by your touches and kisses to care about the way Haechan was pulling Markâs pajamas down just enough so that his erection sprung out.
Some of the boys sighed and shifted so that their focus was turned more on the TV rather than what was transpiring on the couch to their left. You, however, was focused on keeping Mark distracted some more. Haechan was being wicked, having his way by slowly rolling the tip of his thumb over Markâs tip while he stared at you with innocent doe-eyes that nearly made you pull both him and Mark upstairs so that you could fuck them until they were too tired to keep their eyes open any longer. And Haechan got cocky once he saw that look in your eyes. He grinned while he began jerking Mark off at a slow pace, just to test the waters, get him worked up some more before the next part went underway.
His gaze glued to yours, and Markâs eyes rolling to the back of his head, Haechan wrapped his lips around Markâs tip.
âShit, Hyuckââ Mark squirmed between your legs. âYour mouthâs fucking freezing.â Mustâve been from the ice cream.
But that didnât deter Haechan. With his eyes closed, he lowered his mouth down all the way until Markâs cock hit the back of his throat, causing Mark to whimper and roll his hips until Haechan put a hand on Markâs hip to force him to stay still. As Hyuck started slowly bobbing his head, Mark let go. His moans and pleas for more were disrupting the movie, yet the others tried their best to stay focused, so you decided to help them out by giving Mark two of your fingers for him to suck on. He did so eagerly. The second he latched onto your fingers, his moans were muffled around them instead of covering up the sound of the movie, and as his tongue swirled and stuck between your fingers, you saw him still trying to fight against Haechan.
âGo slower,â Jaehyun instructed quietly without even looking over at them. âYou want it to feel good, donât rush it.â
Haechan rolled his eyes, as if to say to you, the only person who could see it, that he knew what he was doing, he didnât need directions. However, Johnny caught it.
âDonât roll your eyes at us.â
Haechan groaned sexually while slowing his movements and grinding his hips against the carpet. His hands moved from holding Markâs base and hip to Markâs muscular thighs so that he had something to ground himself on while he tried to maintain a slow and tortuous pace that had Mark panting against your fingers while mumbling more pleas for Haechan to go fast again, but he didnât listen. Unfortunate side effects of both of them being switches. On the off chance the two of them wanted to play together and Haechan was the one in the Dominant mood, there was nothing Mark could say or do to have the younger man listen listen to him. Go faster only ever encouraged Haechan to continue going slow. Touch my balls made Haechan avoid them. Let me cum urged Haechan to pull away completely.
And that was exactly what happened.
When Mark popped your fingers out of his mouth suddenly to moan out, âPlease let me cum,â Haechan pulled his mouth away. Johnny smirked from his comfortable spot on the opposite side of the living room. Haechan, though seemingly inclined to torture Mark further, didnât have much energy in him to edge Mark all night, so he went back to licking around Markâs tip slowly, cleaning up the mess of pre-cum mixed with saliva.
âPlease,â Mark croaked, tilting his head up to look at you. The boys werenât going to save him because they were too invested in the film, but you could take pity on himâ Especially in the state he was in. He was so tired⊠so overwhelmed with the Dream tour, his solo album, the upcoming 127 concert in January, and all the projects on his plate the following year. âPleaseâŠâ That got you.
Though you hardly had any sway over Haechanâs Dominant sideâ At least not like Johnny, Yuta, and Jaehyun didâ you reached over Markâs shoulder to put your free hand on the back of Haechanâs head, pushing him down, watching as he took every inch of Mark into his mouth again before you told him quietly to ignore Jaehyunâs instructions. All he needed to do was make Mark feel good, then both of them could rest. That was what they wanted, right? To relax, enjoy everyone's company, and not worry about a thing? You would do that for him if he was a good boy and made Mark cum.
Haechan took the lead again, rapidly getting Mark off, even bringing one of his hands up to jerk off Markâs base and gently massage his balls. Markâs hands found your ankles which he grabbed onto for dear life. He was so happy. He was back to moaning with relief and excitement, his orgasm building quickly, his hips bucking around again since there was no more fight from Haechan to stop him.
âPlease, please, please, can I cum?â he begged desperately, his nails digging into your skin.
Your touch drifted from Haechaâs head to Markâs chin so that you could hold him steady while pressing him against the couch and tilting his head up again so that you could see his face when you whispered those magic words, âYou can cum.â
Markâs face twisted with pleasure as he started cumming down Haechanâs throat. Jungwooâs attention was caught slightly, his own hips rolling around in the hopes for Doyoung to start giving him some kind of relief, but he was ignored for the sake of the climax of the movie that had the rest of the boys involved.
Haechanâs own moans vibrated against Mark. He whined and jolted, the last of his high passing and turning into a blissful touch of overstimulation that stole Markâs breath. Haechan was grinning. Mouth full of cock, cum leaking out, his cheeks red and eyes glazed over with lust. Haechan looked beautiful. Perfect, even.
âOkay, okay, donât be mean,â you said, releasing Markâs chin and reaching to tap Haechanâs cheek.
On his way up, Haechan licked up all of the cum that escaped his mouth, cleaning up every bit of the mess he made since Mark had already showered, and both of you could see how spent he was, his entire body and mind already giving into his exhaustion.
âWhy donât you get cleaned up and head to bed early?â
Mark slumped his back against the couch and rested his cheek on your knee. âGive me a bit.â
Haechan put Markâs pants on properly then rolled over to lay down his head on Markâs lap as he had intentionally meant to. Now he was more comfortable.
By the end of the movie, Mark and Haechan were asleep at your feet, the two of them quietly snoring, Markâs hands still glued to your ankles so that you couldnât escape without waking him. Jaehyun was mindlessly massaging Haechanâs feet that were on his stomach when he made a comment about how maybe they should use Haechan to wear the two of them out more oftenâ Specifically whenever Haechan would throw a hissy fit about being sent to bed early after working overtime at the office for a couple of days in a row. Johnny laughed and turned off the TV. Jungwoo tiredly sat up and began dragging a tired Doyoung upstairs with him, but it seemed that rather than cuddling and sleeping, Jungwoo had half a mind of getting rid of his erection too with Doyoungâs help upstairs.
âWhat do I do about this?â You gestured to how Mark had you trapped.
Johnny stood from the love seat. âSure you canât sleep like that?â he joked. When you rolled your eyes, he and Jaehyun came to your rescue. Slowly, Johnny woke up Mark while Jaehyun woke up Haechan. Both of them whined complaints when they opened their eyes. âCome on, youâll be more comfortable upstairs.â Jaehyun lifted Hyuck to his feet first before corralling him upstairs, then Johnny leaned over to pull Mark up to his feet, messing with his hair with a giggle. âGo on.â
Tiredly, Mark trudged up the stairs to his room.
âThanks,â you said when Johnny helped you to your feet.
âThanks for compromising on a movie tonight.â
âWell, I didnât pay attention for most of it anyhow.â
Johnny chuckled, and with his hand in yours, he began leading you upstairs. âAt least you had fun, right?â When you nodded, he smiled. âYou should sleep in their bed tonight, since theyâre leaving for tour soon.â
Mark wobbled into Haechanâs bedroom. You heard some annoyed whispering back and forth, followed by the thump of a body collapsing on a mattress. Seemed they were arguing about whether or not Mark had permission to sleep in there. It also seemed it didnât matter because he passed out.
âNight, Johnny.â
âNight, love.â
As he dove into his room, you walked into Haechanâs to find both him and Mark sprawled out completely, limbs tangled together, drool already pooling out of Markâs mouth. They were such idiots. But they were your idiots. So you climbed into bed with them, trying your best to make room for yourself while they groaned about not wanting to be woken up again.
âFuck off,â you groaned as Haechan accidentally elbowed your ribs.
âYou first.â
âBoth of you shut up,â Mark mumbled into his pillow.
âAye, aye, captain,â Haechan teased, still half asleep.
You grinned to yourself. You were going to miss them a lot while theyâd be gone on tour againâŠ
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MARKHYUCK X FEMBLACK READER //APT.// <PT.1>
⥠âAll you gotta do is meet me at theâŠâ âĄ
[She/Her pronouns, plus size friendly. Warning, this fanfiction will contain; heavy drinking, cursing, drunk sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, kissing, unprotected sex, implications of cheating, and more. Part one contains; Heavy Drinking, stripping, and cursing. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away, thank you.]
[What is APT? ìííž (AH/PA/TU), is an Korean drinking game. Two players or more stack their hands and chant: âìííž, ííž, ìííž, ííž, ìííž.â as they wave their hands, alternating them between each other. One player picks a number and another counts, as this player counts everyone moves their hands to the top starting from the bottom. The player with their hand on the top takes a shot and the game continues.]
(Please ignore any mistakes đ this was deleted 2 times, and Iâve rewritten all of this from memory, so bear with me. Iâm also debating on finishing this, but you let me know what I should do.)
Leave it to Jisung Park to cancel plans he made at the last minute. You shouldâve known better than to listen to him when he said he wanted to join Mark and Haechan to throw you a small house warning party. Not even 30 minutes later and he had already backtracked.
âSorry, I canât make it tonight, another night okay?â He said. You could strangle him. You had ordered enough food to feed four grown men, and just as you expected, he canceled.
But, luckily for you Mark and Donghyuck were on there way. They sent a text to the groupchat reassuring you that theyâd be coming tonight, unlike Jisung.
You sigh and grab three shot glasses to sat them on the coffee table. Placing them down you smile. At least you can count on the two of them, so you donât feel too bad. Itâs not even 15 minutes after their text that you hear your doorbell ring, excited, you squeal and rush over to the door as you call out in a singing tone; âComing!â
You check the small monitor beside the door, just to be sure that itâs them beforeâjust as you assumed, it is. With a large smile on your face you open the door and squeal happily.
âYou came!â You hug them both as Mark laughs. âDuh, we told you we were.â Haechan says jokingly in a snarky tone.
You roll your eyes playfully and look down at the bags in his hands. âWhoa, is that just alcohol?â You ask. Mark nods, âI told him we donât need that much, but he said-â âWhatâs a house warming party without enough alcohol to kill a bear?â You laugh and nod your head in agreement as you step aside to let them in.
Mark shakes his head, they take off their shoes by the door and you lead them back inside.
âItâs just the three of us though, we canât drink all of that.â Mark agrees with you, but Haechan only waves the two of you off. âItâll be fine, you can keep whatever you donât drink tonightâthink of it as a gift from your favorite man.â You snicker and sit down on the floor in front of your couch.
They look around the apartment for a second before sitting down. âDamn, this might be nicer than my place.â Mark says. You scoff and look up at him with a smile, âYou mean your hundred billion dollar apartment? Yeah, right.â Haechan grunts softly as he sits on the couch beside you.
He sits the bags down on the table and begins to empty the contents out. âMight be? Mark could spend ten billion dollars and his apartment would still suck compared to yours.â You watch as he empties the bottles out of the bags. âWhat? Why?â Mark asks. Haechan look at him with a smug expression and says; âBecause, your apartment doesnât have a pretty woman.â He says simply.
âYours doesnât have one either.â âSays who? Y/N comes over all the time.â âSure she does. She basically lived with me before she moved.â The pair continue to bicker, but your attention shifts to the sheer amount of alcohol Donghyuck bought. Silently, you count the bottles.
â1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11âŠâ
Your eyes widen and you turn to Haechan saying; âHow much do you expect us to drink tonight? Arenât you both lightweights?!â Mark immediately disagrees, so does Donghyuck. âDonât worry, weâll figure it out.â
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After giving them a tour of your apartment, you decided that it would be nice to watch a movie while waiting for the food to come. None of the three of you had even acknowledged the bottles of soju sitting on the table. You were too busy trying to figure out what to do next to beat the settling boredom.
âLetâs watch another movie.â You suggest, âThereâs nothing to watch.â Donghyuck states. You hum softly as you scroll through the endless movies on the screen. âTerrifier?â Mark immediately disagrees. âAbsolutely not, itâs just gore and cruel and unusual punishment.â
âBallerina?â âWe watched that last month.â âA quiet place?â âNo, we watched that too.â
You continue going back and forth with Mark until Haechan finally speaks up and says; âLetâs play ìííž!â You turn to look at Haechan and with a confused expression you ask; âWhatâs that?â He grins.
âA drinking game.â He slips off the couch and sits on the floor beside you. âSo, we all put our hands on top of each others and go âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž,ìííž ííž.â And then we start move our hands up to the top of the stack and then whoâs ever hand is on top has to drink.â You stare at Donghyuck slightly confused, slowly nodding your head with a puzzled expression.
He shakes his head and sucks his teeth. âMark,â he says, âCome here.â Markâseemingly already knowing what the game is, sits beside you on the floor and rolls his eyes. âLook, weâll show you.â Mark puts his hand in the middle and Haechan places his hand on top, Mark puts his hand above Haechans and then Haechan puts his other above Marks.
âOkay, nowâsince I suggested the game, we say âHyuckâs game, Donghyuck game, game startâ and then we wave are hands like this.â
To demonstrate, they begin waving their hands while alternating which one is on top and which one is on the bottom while chanting; âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž.â When they stop Haechanâs hand is on the bottom, while one of Markâs is on the top. âOkay, so since my hand is on the bottom, I pick a number and Mark counts.â You nod and watch. â9.â Mark rolls his eyes and sighs before counting to nine.
â1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.â After counting Markâs hand is on top again. âSince Markâs hand is on top he has to take a shot, and then itâs his turn to choose and I count.â He says, âSounds easy, right?â You nod, this time fully understanding.
âYeah, easy when he isnât cheating.â Mark mutters, âThere is no cheating, youâre just bad at the game.â
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After just 20 minutes Mark is 5 shots deep, youâre 4, and Haechan is only 1. You quickly realized after your third shot that Donghyuck is strangely good at this game, and Mark is strangely bad at it. Luckily, it was your turn and you were really starting to grasp how to win.
âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!â The three of you chant, your hand ends on the bottom and you look over at Haechan with a grin. His poker face is killer. Heâs been so calm this whole time, laughing as you and Markâmostly Mark, filled your glasses to the brim and took shot after shot. But you canât let him win, so before shouting out a number you think. You glance around you for a second before hesitantly shouting out; â7!â
Mark begins to count and you nervously move your hands upward. â5, 6, 7.â âYES!â You jump up as Donghyuckâs hand lands on top. You laugh as he presses his tongue against his cheek, chuckling as Mark pats his shoulder. âBottoms up Hyuck!â You tease.
You quickly sit down and pour his shot, pouring until the alcohol is almost overflowing. âDrink! Drink! Drink!â He laughs in amusement at your cute reaction and takes the shot to his head. Just like the first one, he makes it look easy.
As he sits his glass down you gasp and lean onto Mark in a playful manner, you place on hand on his chest and the other on his thigh. "Watch out Mark," You say in a fake whisper; "I think he's planning something." But Mark doesn't respond. His foggy mind is distracted by the smell of your lotion.
Usually he's used to you being so close, but in his impaired state he feels a little shameless. His desire to get a better smell of your scent is a little stronger than his morality, so, he leans in close to smell you a little more. But, just as he does you turn around and look at him. He flinches back and quickly looks away from you, turning red from his neck up as he nervously laughs.
"Be careful, we can't let him win." You add. Haechan, who watched silently laughs and adds in a teasing tone. "Yeah Markie Pooh, don't let me win." You snap your head over to Haechan and jokingly poke his chest as you glare at him. "I'm watching you, don't get cocky Hyuck." He smirks and looks down at you with his eyebrows raised. "Watch all you want," He says. "I don't mind."
You laugh and roll your eyes as you sit up. "Alright. Let's keep going."
The game continues and once again the three of you begin the chant. This time, Mark's hand is at the bottom and Donghyuck counts. Just as expected your hand ends up on top. "Damn it!"
You grab your glass and Haechan fills it to the brim. You huff and quickly down the drink, "Alright! Let's go." Haechan laughs and nods.
"ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!" This time, his hand is at the bottom. "8." Haechan calls out. Mark inhales deeply and begins to count. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." You silently prayed for Donghyuck's hand to end up on topâbut, conveniently for him, this time it's Mark.
You grab another bottle of soju and fill Mark's shot glass. The game continues like this for another five minutes until it's finally Haechan's turn to drink again, but before taking his shot he looks at the two of you and says. "Let's make this more fun." "How?" You ask. His grin tells you that he has a mischievous idea in mind.
"Let's strip after every shot." He suggests. "What?! No!" "Okay." Your reaction is completely different from Mark's. In your mind, the added element of stripping would add a million times more thrill to the game. Currently, there isn't much at stake other than a hangover for everyone. But stripping, adds a certain type of excitement and risk that would make this game even more fun.
As you turn to Mark you ask; "Why not?" Donghyuck leans over your shoulder and repeats after you asking in a teasing tone; "Yeah Mark, why not?" Mark rolls his eyes but before he can respond you say; "C'mon Mark, it'll be fun!" Mark looks at the both of you for a second, the mischievous look on Haechan's face and the excited one on yours spell danger, butâhe agrees either way.
"Okay, fine." "Yes!" Haechan takes his shot and this time, instead of continuing the game, he begins to peel his shirt off his body. As he does so you watch with wide and surprises eyes. As he does so you watch with wide and surprises eyes. You grin as he tosses his shirt aside and reach to touch his chest, but he covers his body with his arms and stops you.
"Uh, uh! This isn't free ma'am!" He says jokingly, "But for you..." He moves his arms and allows you to freely touch his chest. You laugh as your hands roam his chest saying; "I love this game." You look over at Mark and grin. "Sorry Mark," Your hand pauses for a moment and you give him a fake pout. "But I hope you lose."
"What?! Why?" Mark asks with a laugh, you grin and shrug your shoulders saying; "I gotta see how much you have in common with Spider-Man." He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but Haechan laughs at your joke.
"Whatever, let's keep playing."
Again the chanting starts. "ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!" Now that the stakes have been raised, every time the word leaves your mouth your hands feel sweater and your heart seems to beat a little faster. A mixture between excitement and anxiety fill your drunken body, and when your hands finally stopâwith yours at the bottom, you almost jump up in excitement as you yell out; "YES!"
They laugh at your excitement, but as soon as you throw out a number, Mark's laughter stops. Donghyuck counts and your hands begin to move. "3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." "DAMN IT!" Mark curses as his hand ends up on top, but you can't help but cheer. "Yeah baby! Strip! Strip! Strip!" Haechan laughs loudly at your reaction and at Mark's loss as he pours him a shot, only filling the glass half way this time.
Mark huffs loudly and takes it, he slowly drinks it down and then slams the glass on the table. "Take it off! Take it off! Take-" You stop and cover your mouth as he glares at you playfully. You retreat to Haechan and lean your back against him while chanting a bit quieter, "Take it off, take it off." Haechan now following along behind you to further antagonize Mark.
Reluctantly, Mark slowly strips himself of his shirtâonly to reveal a white tank top underneath his T-shirt.
âAw man! What the hell?â You roll your eyes in annoyance and sit up. Mark canât help but laugh at your reaction. âWhat?â He teases, âWere you that excited to see me naked?â With zero hesitation you say yes. âWhy are you wearing two shirts anyways?â âI always wear an under shirt.â You roll your eyes and look away from him.
âYeah, alright.â
The game continues and this time Markâs hand is at the bottom, the two of you stare at himâwaiting for him to shout out a number. You can tell heâs nervous from the way his eyes dart around. His cute smile as he thinks gives you butterflies.
âUhm, 12!â You laugh and shake your head as you begin to count. â1, 2, 3âŠâ You slowly, the anticipation is killing Mark, but entertaining for you and Haechan. â7, 8, 9, 10, 11âŠâ You laugh, knowing that itâll be on Mark again and finally say 12. Mark groans loudly as Haechan bursts into laughter.
âTake it off! Take it off!â This time, youâre fully expecting him to take off his shirt. But of course not. âSocks count as clothing.â Mark says. You whine and roll your eyes. âWhat?! How! Thatâs not even fair!â Haechan stops you and says in a calm tone. âNo no, let him take of his socks.â âAfter that, heâll have to take his shirt off.â
You look at Donghyuck and softly gasp in excitement. âYouâre right!â Mark laughs in disbelief at the both of you and takes both his socks off.
As the game starts again you feel even more determined. Maybe itâs the alcohol, but the room suddenly feels a bit hotter. Tension rises with every second but it only makes the game even more entertaining.
Your hands stop again, but this time Haechanâs hand on the bottom.
In a relaxed manner Haechan calls out his number; â7.â Both you and Mark, are expecting him to have set up Mark to take his shirt off, it only makes sense. Nervously, Mark begins to count, but unexpectedly, your hand ends up on top. âNO!â Mark laughs as he claps his hands. âHa!â Donghyuck joins him and pours your shot.
âWhatever, youll end up taking it off either way.â You take off your shirt and then drink the alcohol in your glass. When you sit it down the two of them are shamelessly, staring at your breast.
âIf youâre gonna stare at least donât make it so obvious.â You joke. âHey, itâs not my fault your heart is behind your breasts.â Haechan says, you laugh and playfully shove him as Mark sits silently, turning red as he tries his hardest not to stare.
âOkay, letâs go.â
This time, the chanting is a lot slower. The game feels more fun, but you also feel a little anxious. Sitting between the two of them like this isnât completely out of the ordinary, youâve changed in front of them more times than you can count on your fingers and toesâbut something about this, the energy and the heat radiating of their bodies makes it feel different.
âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž íížâŠâ repeating the process, only this time youâve picked the numberâHaechan counts and your hands move. Your breathing becomes deeper and slower. Finally, your hands stop and to your luck, Markâs hand is on top .
You high five Donghyuck before pouring Markâs shot, only filling it half way. âDrink up.â Mark shakes his head and picks up the glass. He takes a second before sipping it down, and when itâs all gone he sits it down then slowly slips his shirt off.
He tossing his shirt next to yours, before he can say anything your hands are already on his body as if they have a mind of their own. He doesnât even stop you. Instead he watches with a smirk on his flushed face
âAre you happy now?â He asks, you nod and look at him. âVery.â You respond. He leans his head back and smiles with his tongue pressed against his cheek, âYou act like youâve never seen us without a shirt on before.â Haechan says. âYeah, but usually yâall act like Iâm a criminal for looking.â Mark grabs your hands and raises his eyebrow at you. âYouâre acting like one.â He says playfully.
You laugh and put your hands up. âCan you blame me?â âYes.â Again, the game starts. âìííž ííž, ìííž ííž, ìííž ííž!â The pace picks up again as excitement builds and your hand is on the bottom. â13!â Mark counts, his speed also picking up. â9, 10, 11, 12, 12!â
The two of them cheer loudly as you hand lands on top. âLetâs go!â Mark shouts, they high five and laughâbut after youâve taken your shot they both realize what comes next and their excite smiles slowly fade.
âOh, wait. You donât have to-â Before Mark can finish you stand up and begin unbuttoning your pants. âRules are rules.â You shove your pants down, trying not to let your underwear get caughtâwhen theyâre down to your calfâs you place your hand on Haechanâs shoulder to keep your balance.
You struggle to get them off your leg, it only hits you now just how drunk you are. Luckily, Mark notices and helps you. He looks up at you as he slowly slides the pant leg down your calf, the look in his hazy eyes is a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Your own reflection almost the same thing.
You look down at him a little longer, staring into his eyes as the tension stirsâquickly becoming sexual. Itâs only when Haechan clears his throat that you look away. You chuckle anxiously and stumble a little as you place your other hand on Marks shoulder so you can get the other leg down. But just as Mark did, Haechan helps you get it off.
Placing one hand on your foot and the other on your knee, just above your shin he looks up at you with a look similar to Marks. A confident one, one thatâs equally as sexual. His hand slowly slides down your leg to push the fabric off yourânow, warm skin. When itâs bunched up at the bottom he pulls it all the way down then tosses them to the side with his own shirt.
Slowly, you sit down with the help of Haechan and inhale deeply.
âShould we keep going?â He asks, you nod your head and then look to Mark who seemed to be waiting for your answer before giving his own. âYou arenât gonna quit now, right?â Mark shakes his head. âWhat about you?â Haechan shakes his head as well. âOkay, good!â
You clap your hands together and put them in the middle, they quickly follow suitâin your stomach the heat you felt becomes a scorching sensation. As you move your hands the tingling sensation in the depths of your body becomes stronger.
â9.â Mark says. As he slurs his words, Haechan counts to nine. Mark moves his hand, then you move yours, then Haechan, then Mark, then you, then Haechan, then Mark, then you again, and finally Haechan.
Standing up Haechan locks his lips and slowly pulls the strings to his feet sweats loose. As they come undone you feel a soft throb between your legs, you watch shamelessly. Too intoxicated to pretend that you hadnât ever thought about a moment like this. He slowly shoves them down his thighs, his face turning red as the bulge in his underwear is put on full display.
The moment you notice it you feel a sensation similar to having to pee, that heat quickly turns into a wetness.
Neither you or Mark make a comment about the erection in his boxers. At this point, youâre sure Mark must be on the same page. Itâd be pointless to point it out.
âShould we keep going?â Mark asks, before Haechan could answer you respond for him. âWhy would we stop?â Both your words are slurred. âExactly, Iâll be damned if Iâm the only one exposed tonight.â Donghyuck sits down and you laugh a little. âSee, this is why Iâm glad I donât have a penis.â You comment, âWhat does that mean?â Donghyuck asks.
âExactly what I said.â You look at him, but his expression makes you look away immediately. His eyes are low and the grin on his face makes you feel unbelievably horny. âBut anywaysâŠâ You clear your throat and sit up. âRelax.â You think to yourself. But the feeling between your legs is so intense already.
âCâmon, you said we should keep going.â Everyone places their hands in the middle again, but now, thereâs no chant. You move your hands and when your hand is on the bottom, you give a number and silently pray that it doesnât end up in you being completely bare. â1âŠ2âŠ3âŠ4âŠ5âŠ6..7âŠ8âŠâ To your luck, Markâs hand is on the top. This time, he doesnât reach to grab his glass; instead, he stands up and unbuckles his belt.
Again, you sit mesmerized. Admiring the way his hands look as he yanks his belt through the loops, even in your drunken state you can still recall all the times youâve thought about being on your knees in front of him as he took his pants off.
His belt hits the floor with a loud clanking sound, but you donât look away to see where it landed; youâre too busy watching him remove his pants in a rushed manner. You lick your lips as you see the band of his boxers. Just like Donghyuck, when heâs finally removed them you can see that you were right. Heâs in the same boat. The erection in his boxers is as clear as dayâŠ..
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haechan & mark spotted leaving your apartment after they spent the night fucking you into the mattress!
#my mind has been very jaemin & markhyuck centric recently#nct dream smut#haechan smut#mark lee smut#markhyuck smut
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MARKHYUCK FANFIC
âWhat are you reading?â Mark tries to grab the book but Donghyuck flinches pulling the book behind his back,
âNothing,â he says, it comes out louder than he intends,
Mark eyes him up but turns around to leave before he spins around and wrestles the book out of the younger hands,
Donghyuck gets up trying to grab that book out of his grasp, âHyung give it backâŠâ he whines as Mark holds the book above his head.
âWhat's the big deal? I just want to know what youâre reading, Youâre being so childishâ Mark grumbles, moving the book to read the name.
âDEEP DESIRESâ
The name is in all red sitting on the cover of the book, Mark opens the page Donghyuck had folded the corner of and starts reading.
Oh.
That's why Donghyuck was hiding the book from him.
What happens when your best friend catches you reading a dark romance book?
What do you do when he tells you he wants to recreate the scenes with you?
A.K.A
Mark catches Hyuck reading smut and wants to recreate it for him.
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Ëâ§ââ ao3 filthy smut fic recs ââșËłâ§àŒ
part ii. mark x haechan (mahae)
(=ÂŽâïœ)äșș(ÂŽâïœ=)
1. toys-r-(in)-us by okghost
âMark canât stop staring at the box.
Itâs been sitting outside his neighborâs door for hours. Mark would knowâheâs had to run errands all day today, and that box has not left its spot on his neighborâs doormat since this morning.
Why is Mark so fixated on the box, might you ask?
Well, no big reason... beyond the bold letters printed all over the box. Really, it isnât a big deal at all. Mark is just being dramatic. It should mean absolutely nothing. It does mean absolutely nothing. Mark needs to stop thinking about the damn box.
Oh, and what do these letters read, might you ask?
âADULT TOYS.â
Itâs a box of sex toys, because of course it fucking is.â
! anal sex, dildos, sex toys, blow jobs, drinking
2. call me by cursefiend
âmark just wants to fuck his boyfriend. when his friends drag him out to a bar and he gets absolutely wasted, his boyfriend fucks him instead. donghyuck fucks him good.â
top haechan, bttm mark
! anal sex, anal fingering, drunk sex, come eating
3. your sin is my shape by kanokachan
âThey say Evil has many faces and is everywhere. For Mark Lee, the young priest, Evil was always sitting at the bottom of the Church, staring at him. Mark Lee's sin was in the shape of Lee Donghyuck.
Sin is wrong, but it's so good.â
top mark, bttm haechan (aged-up characters!)
! religious imagery & symbolism, improper use of catholic rituals, rough sex, rough kissing, biting, blood, anal sex, breeding, mutual masturbation, public sex, handcuffs, hand jobs, church sex
4. into you (you want me inside it, beg me to slide in) by purplepink_moon
âMark had licked his lips one time and Donghyuck had seen the smirk appearing on them when he caught him staring.
âWanna fuck?â he had asked with an eyebrow raised and a low voice.â
top haechan, bttm mark
! anal sex, jock straps, emotional smut
(àč>âĄ<àč)
IâM BACK YALLZ (sobs) so so so sorry this took so long. havent rly found the proper time to read nasty fics *frowns* but the long awaited mahae recs are here now YAY feel free 2 send me your thoughts/requests *wink wonk*
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markhyuck ᶻ đ đ° top mark, bottom donghyuck
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âI love you, too. I donât think I said it earlier.â Mark told him. Donghyuck grinned. He shuffled up and kissed Markâs cheek. Mark reacted like heâd just been slapped, flinching away. âYou just had your dick in my ass, calm down.â Donghyuck muttered. He laid back down. âRaw, might I add.â Mark didnât respond, except for pressing a kiss to the top of Donghyuckâs head.
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Don't Challenge Mark Lee (5287 words) by bubbleteamin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan & Mark Lee Characters: Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Mark Lee (NCT) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Rough Sex, like really rough, Face-Fucking, Dildos, BDSM, Spanking, Light Bondage, holy shit these tags jsnsjs anyways, Disobeying Orders, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan is a Little Shit, Mark can be dominant if he wants to, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, im laughing omg what have i written jesus, Consensual Sex, though, important, Prostate Milking, Prostate Massage, Self-Indulgent, for some sick fucking reason, Face Slapping, lol Summary:
âYouâre always so soft and gentle, letting me take control. Sometimes itâs kind of sad that you donât have it in you to be rough and dominant.â
âWhat?â Mark frowns. âWho says I canât be dominant?â
âOh please,â Donghyuck snorts. âYou couldnât even hurt a fly.â
Or
Donghyuck wants to see how far he can push his boyfriend
#FUCK IT#THIS WAS SO GOOD#mark lee#lee haechan#lee donghyuck#mark lee smut#nct smut#haechan smut#markhyuck
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Sunday Sinner
đ staring. Mark & Donghyuck x afab!Reader
đź preview. âEverything is wrong,â Mark sighs. âDoing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But⊠as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.â
tw/cw. threesomes, inexperienced!Mark, fingering, blow jobs, deep throating, pussy eating, spit roasting, voyeurism, lots of masturbation (especially in the shower), Hyuck has a dirty mouth, sin sin sin, unprotected sex, creampies, cum play, kink for being 'full', religious contention, Mark gets hard during Sunday Service, Mark getting outed as low key virgin, proposition, Mark uses a cross necklace in sinful ways, praise, slight degradation, inklings of corruption kink, squirting, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) angel. (Mark's) church boy.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 12.6k
đ aus.frat/uni au, soccer player au, church/inexperienced!Mark, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. I've wanted to do a fic about Mark being Christain for a while, but I wanted to make one that was still respectful. This idea popped into my head, and I think it turned out really well :) it's only slight blasphemy.
Thereâs nothing like a frat party after a big win for the university soccer team. Even though Mark doesnât really drink, and heâs never smoked a joint in his entire life, itâs nice to be surrounded by happy energy.Â
His team always laughs at him when he notes how celebrations can feel almost church-like, but the indescribable buzz that fills the entire frat is familiar to the man whoâs been going to Sunday Services his entire life.Â
Mark likes seeing familiar faces, and if he hadnât been raised in a very big family type of system, heâs not so sure heâd be this okay with crowds, or the number of people who reach out to pat him on the shoulder and shake his hand in congratulations for scoring the winning goal.
It had been a great game, and when Markâs ball had sunk into the top left corner of the net, heâd run to the side lines to fall to his knees and make the sign of the cross, grabbing at the religious pendant around his neck to kiss it. People have always made fun of him for this tradition of his, but nothing will ever stop him from thanking God - his God - for the fortune life has brought him.
Even now, the necklace is securely around his throat, the cross resting just below his shirt. The cool metal brushes by his skin when he moves through the frat house, a constant reminder of his faith.Â
Something is drawing him outside, and Mark has always been someone who leans into the feelings he canât put his finger on. Itâs something like divine guidance, and Mark exits the frat to step onto the back patio, where his friends are in a circle around a fire.Â
It smells like weed, something Mark hadnât liked at first, but itâs now a scent heâs used to, and he heads over to stand next to his roommate.Â
Lee Donghyuck and Mark have been friends since high school, where a few âless wokeâ teachers had assumed - because of their shared last name - that two were cousins, or something of the sort. Theyâd always been put in group projects together. At first, Hyuck had been too much for Mark to handle, but over the years, heâs come to like the chaotic energy of his closest friend, despite all their differences, mainly, their disagreements on religion.
âLook what the cat dragged in!â Hyuck bellows, throwing his arm around Mark to pull him tight to his hoodie covered side, which reeks of marijuana.Â
âChurch boy Mark!â Yuta grins from across the circle, raising his beer in a mock toast to the man who had won them their soccer game.Â
âCan he even be here?â a bitchy foreign exchange student from Thailand asks, earning a shove from Markâs frat âbigâ Johnny.
âOf course he can be here,â the man from Chicago laughs.
âI just mean-â Ten is quick to correct himself, âweâre playing Never Have I Ever. Are we sure this is suitable for him?â
âMark plays games,â Hyuck insists, but Markâs not so sure about this one.Â
âHe doesnât even have a drink,â Ten notes, looking Mark up and down.
âSomeone get him something,â Hyuck says, snapping his fingers at one of their pledges. âOne of the iced tea mixes, the low percent ones-â
âHyuck-â Mark sighs.
âTrust me,â Hyuck assures him, âyou hardly do anything with your life, itâs not like youâll have to drink that much.â
Mark still doesnât feel too enthused about joining the game, but he supposes his heart led him out here for one reason or another, so he accepts the hard iced tea can Jisung hands him. His eyes immediately scan it for the alcohol content, and he sighs. âThis is the same as beer.â
âCome on, church boy,â Hyuck groans. âYouâll only have like three sips, max. Watch-â without waiting for Mark to agree, Hyuck is addressing the circle again. âNever have I ever sucked cock.âÂ
The girls in the vicinity all make sounds of annoyance, raising their drinks to their lips. In the periphery, Yuta also sips his beer, and after a moment and a groan, so does Ten.Â
âSee!?â Hyuck squeezes Markâs shoulder. âYouâre already zero for one.â
âThat was a low blow, Hyuck,â your voice draws Markâs attention. Youâre standing on the other side of his best friend, which shouldnât be that big of a surprise, seeing as youâre Hyuckâs fuck buddy.Â
Mark takes a moment to assess you while Hyuck rolls his eyes and defends himself. The church goer has always thought you were pretty, and youâre smart too, much too smart for the crazy gemini he has as a roommate.Â
âTwo can play that game,â you warn, raising your voice to announce, âNever have I ever eaten pussy.â
Markâs skin prickles, panic washing over him as every man around the fire - and even a few girls - drink. The church boy can feel his grip on his can shaking slightly, and for a brief moment he considers having a swig of the hard iced tea just to protect himself, but, well⊠it would be a lie. And if thereâs one thing Mark Lee doesnât do, itâs lie.Â
Mark can feel eyes on him as he downcasts his gaze to the ground. His skin is heating with embarrassment, and he just prays to God no one makes a big deal out of this-
âYouâve never eaten pussy?â Jeno yells, and Mark just knows the question is directed at him.Â
He looks up, lips parting at the shock of being put on the spot.Â
âWait, you guys havenât heard the church camp story?â Hyuck asks, and now Markâs really panicking. But itâs too late to stop his loose lipped roomie, who is already diving into Markâs past for the whole circle to hear. âThis one time, he fucked a girl at church camp, and a Jesus picture fell off the wall, so he hasnât even touched a girl since then.âÂ
A few people laugh, and while Mark can understand that - objectively - theyâre not laughing at him, but at the story, he canât help but get defensive.
âIt fell off the wall, Hyuck,â Mark insists, voice shaking. âHow else do you explain that?â
âIâve always thought you were just banging that girl too hard,â Hyuck suggests, earning a few sounds of agreement from other frat boys.Â
But Hyuck wasnât there when it had happened, and Mark knows for a fact there was no true bed rocking going on. Heâd been taking things slow, and the only possible explanation for the picture falling - in his mind at least - is that heâd disappointed God.Â
Heâd done a hundred Hail Maryâs as repentance, and now that his secret has been put out where everyone can hear, he thinks maybe he should do fifty more for good measure.
âIâve gotta go,â Mark mumbles, handing Hyuck his drink.
Markâs roommate tries to stop him from scurrying away, but the damage has been done, and the man who scored the winning goal at the soccer game rushes back into the frat house with red ears that betray his shame.
âYou canât still be mad at me,â Hyuck whines, chasing after you as you exit the frat bathroom.
âWhy do you assume Iâm mad at you?â
âBecause I followed you to the toilet and you didnât wanna smash?â Your fuck buddy manages to pin you to the wall, hands on either side of your head while he looks at you with serious eyes, a contrast to the sentence thatâs just come out of his mouth.
âSometimes a girlâs just gotta pee, Hyuck,â you laugh.
âDonât play games, angel,â he insists. âYouâre mad about the Mark thing.â
âSo you admit I have something to be mad about.â
Hyuck lets out a sigh. âFine, yes.â He pulls away from you, throwing up a hand in defeat. âI shouldnât have told everyone his stupid Jesus picture story. There, I said Iâm sorry, are you happy now?â
âYou said what?â
He groans, and in one motion, heâs pinning you to the wall again, his lips just millimeters away from yours. When he speaks, his voice is low, and his eyes drill into your own, âIâm sorry.â
After a moment, you say softly, âI donât think Iâm the one you should be apologizing to.â
âYou want me to apologize to Mark?!âÂ
âAmong other things.â
Hyuck pulls away, looking you up and down. âYou better not be suggesting what I think your horny ass is suggesting.â
âI donât know,â you smirk. âWhat do you think Iâm thinking?â
âIt looks like youâre thinking about going upstairs to offer Mark help with getting over his Jesus sex fear.â
âAnd that would upset you?â You cock your head to the side, assessing your fuck buddy.
âAngel,â he groans, âyouâre mine.âÂ
âAm I though?â you counter. âAm I really?â
When youâd started sleeping with Hyuck, heâd made it clear that heâs not the kind of guy who likes to be tied down to one person. While he can be somewhat possessive, part of your arrangement is that you can both do what you want, and right now, youâre seriously considering fucking the sweet church boy youâve had a slight infatuation with since year one.
âFuck the fact that youâre not my girlfriend,â Hyuck says finally. âThere are bigger reasons you shouldnât do this.â
âYeah? Like what?â
âWell for one,â your fuck buddy leans in, his lips ghosting by your ear as he whispers, âMark has a massive crush on you.â
For some reason, you find yourself laughing. Leave it to Hyuck to spill two of Markâs biggest secrets in the span of one hour.Â
âIf Mark has a crush on me, then I have to do this. You can either join us, or go cry about it.â
Hyuck sighs. âFor an angel, you can be a bit of a fucking demon sometimes.â
âAnd you love it.âÂ
You and Hyuck are standing outside his bedroom. The door is locked when you try to open it, and Hyuck watches you let out a deep sigh before knocking. âMark? You in there?â
âOf course heâs in there,â Hyuck whispers, rolling his eyes.
âShh! Be nice!â you chastise him, playfully smacking his arm. Your voice is soft when you call out again, knocking gently a few more times. âMark? Please let me in.â
The music from downstairs is too loud for Hyuck to hear movement in his room, but after a few moments, the door opens and Mark peers out.
âOh, itâs both of you.â
âDonât sound so disappointed, Mark,â Hyuck nearly laughs, placing his palm on the wood so he can force it open before his friend tries to shut the door again. âI live here too, you know.â
âHow could I forget,â Mark sighs, heading over to flop onto his bed.
You and Hyuck enter the room, and he clicks the lock back into place behind him. He watches you approach his friend, sitting on the foot of the mattress.Â
When you reach out, ghosting your hand over Markâs shin, Hyuck leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He wouldnât define himself as a jealous type of guy, but watching you be gentle with Mark is definitely bringing up some suppressed emotions, and Hyuckâs not sure what to make of it.
âMark,â you stroke his leg. âHyuck has something to say to you.â
âHuh?!â Hyuckâs eyes widen, and he looks between you and his roommate.Â
Youâre going to make him proposition his friend for you?Â
âYeah, didnât you tell me you wanted to apologize?â Thereâs a warning tone in your voice, and when you look over your shoulder at Hyuck, you give him an expression filled with expectation.
âRight,â Hyuck coughs. âI uh⊠Iâm sorry for what happened at the fire.â
He can tell by your small eye roll that youâre not fully satisfied with his apology, but Mark doesnât seem to mind. The church boy sighs, running a hand over his face. âItâs okay,â he mumbles.
âItâs not okay,â you insist, turning your gaze back to Mark. âIâm also sorry for saying never have I ever eaten pussy. I was trying to attack Hyuck and make him drink, but you got caught in the crossfire.âÂ
âYou didnât mean to, though,â Mark says. âI shouldnât have joined the game. This is a lesson for me, I guess.â
âAw, Mark,â Hyuck canât see your face, but he knows youâre frowning. âWe wanted you to join the game. We like it when you do things with us.âÂ
Itâs interesting for Hyuck to hear you saying the royal âwe,â as if youâre a couple, a unit.Â
âIâm sure the incident with the Jesus picture was very traumatizing for you,â you continue, sounding as genuine as ever while your hand continues to smooth up and down Markâs leg. âI can understand why youâd be⊠apprehensive about doing anything sexual after that.â
Mark groans, covering his face with his hands. Hyuck canât help but smile when he sees his friendâs ears flaring red with embarrassment, itâs always so easy to get the church boy riled up.
âI just want you to knowâŠâ you shift a little where youâre seated, moving closer to Hyuckâs roommate, âthis is a safe space. If you ever wanted to⊠try something like that again, there arenât any Jesus pictures here to knock down.â
âWhat?â Markâs lips part with shock, and he looks between you and Hyuck. âAre you twoâŠâ
âPropositioning you?â Hyuck suggests. âYeah, she is.âÂ
âIâm not-â Mark swallows thickly. âI donât want your pity.â
âItâs not pity,â you assure him.Â
âShe wants to fuck you, Mark,â Hyuck says, trying to be helpful. âIt will be good for you.â
âGood for me?â Mark squeaks.
âYouâre a frat boy whoâs practically a virgin, dude,â Hyuck nearly laughs. âYouâve gotta dip your dick in the sinful water sometime. Whatâs life without eating a little pussy?â
âOh my god,â Mark groans, covering his face with his hands.Â
âItâs not that bad, Jesus wonât mind, you donât even have to put your dick in her!â Hyuck canât believe heâs the one backing this now, but he also canât really believe his roommate is a near-virgin.Â
âThis canât be happening-â Mark is still hiding his face, his ears as scarlet as ever.
âListen, â Hyuck sighs, âwe usually fuck while youâre at church on Sundays. But if you wanted, we could wait a little and let you join after your service tomorrow.â
Markâs eyes widen. âAfter my service? Are you two crazy?âÂ
âYou donât have to decide right now,â you assure him. âIâm sure this is a lot to take in, especially after the day you had. I donât think Iâve congratulated you on your goal in the game today yet-â
Hyuck scoffs at how you could be bringing that up right now.
âJust think about it,â you continue, giving Markâs thigh a gentle squeeze. âIâm going to go home now, but, tomorrow, if you want to try eating pussy, Hyuck and I will be here.â
Hyuck wonders what would happen if it was just you propositioning Mark. If heâd be more willing to agree. Itâs definitely an added level of sin to have Hyuck in the room while Mark rips his virgin bandaid off, but itâs not like Hyuckâs going to leave Mark alone with you.
Youâre his angel, even if youâre looking to save Mark.
Mark canât pay attention to the sermon. His palms are sweaty, no matter how many times he rubs them against his pants. He feels like - at any moment - a big Jesus statue could just fall over and everyone in the church would turn to him, knowing he was the cause due to his sinful thoughts.
What makes it worse, is the way he can feel blood rushing to his cock. Heâs half hard at the Sunday service, and heâs never felt like a worse Christain.Â
This experience definitely trumps the losing of his virginity, if thatâs even possible, and he hasnât even done anything with you yet.
But in the dark, back corners of his mind, Mark knows that will change. He knows he wonât be able to resist you, youâre just too tempting. He doesnât have that kind of control over himself, no matter how much he wishes he did.
When the service is over, Mark stands on shaky legs, grabbing a Bible to hold in front of his crotch while he exits the place of worship to head back to the frat.Â
The fresh air does little to calm his nerves. If anything, the closer he gets to his home, the more sinful he feels. He knows each step is one step closer to you, one step closer to religious paraphenia being miraculously moved by the hand of God-Â
Yet, he canât stop. He canât even alter his course, and when he reaches the frat, he doesnât say one word to the boys kicking around in the kitchen, he heads straight up to his room.Â
When he gets to his door, Mark pauses. His hands are shaky as he reaches for the knob, and for a second, he wonders if he should knock. Taking a deep breath, Mark decides to ignore his manners, pushing into the room.
Heâs almost relieved to find you and Hyuck sitting in his bed, fully clothed, watching something on Netflix.Â
âHiya, Mark,â Hyuck waves, as if their relationship isnât about to be completely altered.
âHow was Sunday service?â you ask.
âHow was it?â Mark shuts the door behind himself, giving his head a little shake as he hurries over to the closet to discard his jacket. âYou know, good.â
âWhy are you carrying a Bible?â Hyuck asks, looking him up and down. âDid you steal that from your church?â
Panic shoots through Mark. He had most definitely accidentally stolen it from his church, wihtout giving it a second thought. His mind had been so focused on you and covering his boner-Â
âI can give it back,â Mark insists, palms sweating again as he places the book gently on top of his backpack.Â
âYou look spooked, dude. Did some pastor try to touch you?âÂ
âHyuck!â you practically scream, slapping your hand over your fuck buddyâs mouth. âYou canât say things like that!â
Hyuck mumbles something against your hand that sounds like âhistorically accurate,â and Mark wants to strangle him.Â
âYou want to know why I look stressed?â Mark sighs. âBecause you two are sinners who propositioned me last night!â
Hyuck moves your hand from his mouth, smirking. âCome on, Mark, be sinners with us!â
âThis is not helping,â you whisper to your fuck buddy, gently pushing his shoulder before you stand from the bed, approaching Mark with an empathetic expression. âIâm sorry about last night, we shouldnât have pushed that on you.â
âItâs okay,â Mark shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze.
âItâs not, weâre horrible, dirty, sinful people,â you reach out, linking your pinkie with Markâs. Itâs a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. âForget we ever said anything.â
âI canât forget,â Mark states, finally looking at you. He licks his lips, thinking of something else to say, but all that comes out is âI canât forget,â and itâs the truth.Â
You open your mouth, and Mark hangs on what your next words will be-
Hyuck interrupts the moment. âSo are you gonna eat pussy or what?â
âHyuck!â you yell, turning to flash a warning glare at the man whoâs giggling to himself on his bed.Â
Mark doesnât even want to focus on his friend right now. Instead, he reaches out, taking your other hand gently. He gazes down at your fingers, too scared to look at your face.Â
âI thinkâŠâ Mark swallows the lump in his throat. âI think we should do this.â
âReally?â you ask while Hyuck lets out a loud âWhat?!â
âYouâre both right⊠maybe it will be good for me.â Mark canât believe the words coming out of his own mouth. âBut- Iâm not sure what Iâm even ready for.â
âWe can go slow,â you assure him, squeezing his hand. âAnything youâre comfortable with.â
Mark looks up at you. âCan I⊠can I kiss you?â
Hyuck scoffs loudly, but itâs an afterthought in Markâs mind when you nod, reaching up to cup his face. âYou can kiss me,â you tell him softly.Â
Markâs free hand reaches out to grab your waist, and he moves closer. He can feel your breath on his face. Heâs never been this up close and personal with you, and youâve never been prettier. Thereâs a softness in your expression, an acceptance, and it makes Mark feel confident enough to press his lips to yours.
Itâs a gentle kiss - a perfect kiss - and Mark can feel the tension releasing in his shoulders.Â
You step even closer, and your breasts press against his chest, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your tongue smooths over his bottom lip and Mark stifles a groan, opening his mouth just enough for his own tongue to meet yours.Â
He can count the number of girls heâs kissed during his life on one hand, including you, but none of them have happened like this. Mark had never imagined heâd end up in this situation before, and despite the calming effect you have on him, he still finds himself pulling away and struggling to catch his breath.
âI want to touch you,â he admits, in fact, heâs been thinking about it all day.Â
âYeah?â Thereâs a sparkle in your eye and you smile at him. âWhere?â
Mark canât bring himself to say it.
You gently take his hand, bringing it to your throat. âHere?â you ask, and Mark traces his thumb over your jugular, surprised to find your heart is racing just as fast as his own. âOrâŠâ you move his hand down, his palm cupping at your breast, âHere?âÂ
Mark lets out a low groan at the feeling of you. Heâs touched even less boobs than heâs kissed girls in his life, and yours are absolutely perfect in his hand.Â
âMark,â you whimper, and he brushes his fingers over your pebbled nipple, peaking through your shirt. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, and he shifts uncomfortably.Â
âOr maybeâŠâ you move his hand lower, dragging it across your stomach until it reaches your pussy through your sweatpants, âwere you thinking of touching me here?âÂ
He nods, still unable to speak as you guide him to apply more pressure to your core. You feel so warm, and a sinful voice in the back of his mind tells him youâre probably wet too. Or at least, he hopes youâre wet, hopes he has the same effect on you that you have on him.
You let out a soft moan, and itâs like music to his ears. You grind down slightly on his hand, wiggling your hips in a motion thatâs hypnotizing. âDo you want toâŠâ you bite at your lip, toying with the waistband of your sweats. âDo you want to put your hand inside?â
âGod, yes,â Mark groans, finally finding his voice.
You pull the waistband away from your skin, giving Mark access to slip his hand below it. Then your lips find his again, your arms wrapping around his shoulders while he teases his fingers along your panty clad core.
Youâre as wet as heâd hoped you would be, and Mark moans at the realization.Â
Heâs only watched porn a handful of times in his life, and always felt bad about it after, but he knows where the clit is, and he gently circles his fingers around the spot.
You gasp into his mouth, and Mark eats up the sound, applying more pressure.
âFuck, Mark, just like that-â you tell him, threading your fingers through his hair as you deepen the kiss.
You rut your hips, grinding down on his hand, and it drives Mark wild. He wants to touch you, really touch you, without any fabric in the way, and when he opens his mouth to ask, âCan I-â youâre agreeing without even hearing the end of the sentence.
He takes a breath, and then he moves your panties to the side.Â
The first swipe of his fingers through your pussy lips feels like nothing heâs ever felt before, and the wetness he collects against his skin makes his cock throb again.
He teases your opening, earning more gasps from you as your lips move to his neck. When your mouth makes contact on a spot just below his ear, a shiver runs through Markâs entire body. Heâs heard about sweet spots, but no one has ever kissed his, and the feeling has his eyes closing with pleasure.
Without a second though, Mark slides a finger into your pussy, and you mewl in his ear, holding him tighter. âSo good,â you whisper as he slowly thrusts the digit in and out of you, building the confidence to add another.Â
You're grinding down against him still, and his palm works your clit while his two fingers curl inside of you. The sounds youâre making are increasing in pitch and frequency, and youâre gently pulling on his hair, licking at the spot on his neck that has his body tingling.Â
Heâs never made a girl cum before, but he can tell by the way youâre reacting, that heâs going to get you there. He wants to get you there, more than heâs wanted any goal heâs ever scored in a soccer game.Â
The cool weight of the cross around his neck has Mark wondering if heâs going to go to hell for this. But can he really go to hell for something that feels this good? This right?
âIâm close,â you tell him. âDonât stop.âÂ
Mark works his fingers into you even faster, eager to have you coming undone on his hand-
A clinking sound in the periphery makes Markâs eyes open, and when he looks over at Hyuckâs bed, he sees his friend wiggling out of his pants.
âDude, what the Hell-â Mark freezes, making an attempt to pull his hand from your pants, but you latch onto his wrist, shaking your head.
âNo, Mark, please, Iâm so close, please-â Thereâs a look of desperation in your eye, and it has him swallowing thickly, focusing on you while he picks up his motions again.
âIâll wait,â Hyuck says in the background, and thereâs some comfort in that at least.
âMark, it feels so good, youâre so good at this-â you praise him, whispering in his ear while you work your hips faster against his hand.
âOh God-â Mark groans, watching your face contort with pleasure.Â
âThereâs no God here, dude,â comes Hyuckâs snarky voice.
Markâs eyes begin to shift to his friend, but you cup his face, forcing him to look at you. âFocus on me,â you tell him. âLike Iâm focused on you.âÂ
He swallows thickly, breathing deeply as he fingers you harder, earning all sorts of sinful moans that drown out anything Hyuck could ever bring to the situation.
âYes, Mark, yes- Iâm gonna-â Youâre gasping now, and you canât even finish your sentence. Your pussy clenches around Markâs fingers, your lips finding his as you cum.Â
He continues his motions, wanting to draw out every second of pleasure that he can-
Mark has heard all sorts of ideas about what Heaven could look like, but heâs never heard that Heaven could be standing in your frat house room, hand down your best friendâs fuck buddyâs pants, with her pussy throbbing around your fingers.Â
You begin to shake, reaching down to grab at his forearm, and Mark knows youâre finished. He doesnât want to hurt you, and he pulls his hand away, marveling at the slick thatâs covering his digits.
âHere,â you say gently, grabbing his wrist to guide his fingers to your mouth, licking them clean. Then you reach for him, bringing your mouth close to his own. âTaste me.â
Markâs never kissed a girl so fast in his life, and he groans at the flavour of your tongue. If this is what your pussy tastes like, Mark had missed out by passing up the opportunity to eat you out, but at the same time, heâs really not sure if heâs ready for that yet.
âOkay, you two,â Hyuckâs voice makes Mark draw back from you. âThis is enough teasing, Iâve gotta fuck something now or Iâm gonna explode. Mark, are you staying?â
The church boy swallows thickly and then he shakes his head. If heâs not ready to eat you out, heâs definitely not ready to watch his best friend fuck you. âIâve gottaâŠâ he stumbles for an excuse. âIâm gonna go shower.â
âRight, shower,â Hyuck rolls his eyes. âHave fun with that.â
You go in for one last kiss before Hyuck is pulling you away from Mark, and he watches for just a moment while Hyuck presses his own mouth against yours-
Mark tears his eyes away, reaching for a towel in his closet before escaping the room.
The towel covers his boner while he runs down the hallway to the bathroom, and he strips himself naked in record time, stepping into a shower stall.
His hand is around his throbbing cock not two seconds later, and Mark throws his head back, closing his eyes while his brain struggles to process everything thatâs just transpired.Â
It doesnât take long for him to work himself to the edge. His toes curl against the vinyl floor, and his vision goes practically black as he cums.Â
Thereâs no time to aim, and Mark feels sticky warm fluid coat his chest, but his hand doesnât stop. He jacks himself off until heâs a nearly overstimulated, gasping mess, and he thanks God for the water cleaning his body of the sinful filth.
Heâs never cum this hard in his entire life.
Youâre at your usual Wednesday lunch with the girls before class when you notice one of your friendâs looking at something over your shoulder. Sheâs done this a few times now, but when you turn in your seat to assess the room, you donât see anything out of the ordinary.
âAre you looking at someone?â you question.
âItâs justâŠâ Hyuna leans forward. âDid you do something to Mark?â
âWhat?â you look behind you again, thoroughly confused.
âEvery time you turn, he pulls his baseball cap down,â she explains. âHeâs over there, by the window. Green cap.â
When you scan the area again, you do notice a pair of cute red ears sticking out from a baseball cap, the guyâs head downcast as if heâs just staring at his french fries.
âHow many times has he looked over here?â you ask, grinning.
âLike, a lot.â Hyuna cocks her head. âYou did do something to Mark.â
You stand up, leaning forward. âActually, he did something to me.â With a wink to your girls, you turn to head off toward Markâs table.
He looks up once during your approach, and you see him scrambling with his bag. It would be very entertaining to watch him run away from you again, but he doesnât have the chance, as you arrive before heâs done shoving papers into his binder.Â
âHey, you.â You take the seat across from him. âHowâs it going?â
âGood.â His voice is shaky, and you find it adorable.Â
âYou knowâŠâ you reach your foot out under the table, grazing it by his calf. âI canât get you out of my head either.â
Mark coughs, adjusting the cap on his head. âWhat?âÂ
âI said, I canât get you out of my head either.â Youâre enjoying the effect you have on him, and youâre very aware of how public the space is. You donât think Markâs going to confirm that heâs been thinking about you, so instead, you ask, âAre you planning to go to church on Sunday?â
âYeah, of course,â he swallows thickly.Â
âDo you think youâll be able to pay attention while youâre there?âÂ
âI uh, I-â Mark stutters over his words. âI think so?â
You study the pretty virginal frat boy. As soft as youâve been with him so far, you feel like teasing him, just to see how he reacts. âJust so you know, if, while youâre at Sunday service, a Jesus picture falls down, itâs because Jesus knows what you did.â
Mark lets out a groan, and you see his neck has turned red now too. âI-â Markâs gaze dips down to your breasts, which are pushed together in your low neckline shirt as you lean forward. âI have to go-â he grabs his things, fumbling with all of them while he stands abruptly.Â
The loud sound of his chair scraping across the ground draws a few eyes, and the pool boy nearly knocks the table over in his haste. You notice the way he immediately holds his binder over his crotch, and you lick your lips while looking up at him.
âSee you later,â he mumbles, running away.
You watch him enter the menâs bathroom, and you think you can imagine what heâs going in there to do. Last time heâd run away from you, Hyuck had mentioned he was probably going to jack off in the showers.
The frat bathroom is one thing for a quick wank, but a public restroom is another.
You shake your head, walking back to your girls table, Markâs tray of fries in your hand. Theyâre all gawking at you.Â
âDamn,â Hyuna whistles. âI know you just said he did things to you, but girl, you definitely did a number on that church boy.âÂ
Thereâs nothing Hyuck loves more in the world than making you cum on his cock. He loves the noises you make, gripping at his bed sheets as your orgasm overtakes you. He loves being the source of your high.
What he doesnât love however, is the way that today, you immediately ask, âHowâs Mark doing?â as Hyuck pulls out of you.
He canât help but laugh slightly, shaking his head at you. âBeen acting weird all week.âÂ
âDo you think heâs going to join us tomorrow after church? Iâm kind of shocked he wasnât here today, if Iâm being honest.â
âIs that why you came over? Wanted to see your precious little Mark?â Hyuck lands a smack to your inner thigh that has you giggling. âAnd yeah. Heâll probably join tomorrow. Jeno says heâs walked in on Mark jacking off in the shower like, four times this week. Itâs actually starting to be a bit of a problem.â
âIs frat boys jacking off in the shower not a common occurrence around here?â
âIt is, but not when itâs Mark,â Hyuck laughs. âThat guy needs to get fucked.â
âIâm not sure heâs ready for that yet.âÂ
Hyuck studies you. âWhat makes you say that?â
âJust a feeling.â
âWell, maybe he just needs to cum properly.â
You sit up, teasing your hands over Hyuckâs thighs. âTell me, how does a guy âcum properly.ââ
âBuried inside something nice, and wet, and warm,â Hyuck reaches out to grasp your chin. âYour mouth would work.â
You laugh at the idea, âMaybe if he lets me,â and Hyuck grins, getting off the bed to pull on his pants.Â
âIâm gonna head to the kitchen for water, need anything?â
âJust you,â you tease. âHurry back.â
âYou got it, angel,â Hyuck winks at you before heading to the door. He pulls on his shirt as he exits the room, but just when he gets his head through the neck hole, he catches a quick glimpse of one mister Mark Lee rushing into the bathroom at the end of the hall.
Had Mark been listening this whole time? Had he been outside of the door, listening to Hyuck fuck you?Â
The thought makes Hyuck laugh again, and his ego triples in size. Thereâs something very⊠intriguing about this whole situation with the fratâs âdesignatedâ virginal church boy, even if this experience is making Hyuck rethink his ideas of commitment.Â
If the last Sunday service had been torture, today might just be Hell for Mark.Â
Heâs sweating, shaking even, his knee bobbing up and down anxiously while he sits in the back row.Â
Heâd returned the Bible heâd stolen last time, but he fears that he might end up taking it again. Every time he thinks about you, thinks about what it felt like to have his hand down your pants while you sucked on his neck-Â
No, he canât think about it. He canât-
But itâs too late, he feels his cock growing in his pants, and shame washes over him. He runs a hand through his hair, fanning himself and taking deep breaths.Â
Itâs not ten minutes into the hour long service, and already, heâs at his breaking point.Â
Mark battles with himself for another two minutes, and he finally gives up. When everyone stands to sing, he quietly excuses himself from the back row, ducking out of the church without looking back.Â
âMark?â you sit up hastily from Hyuckâs embrace, blinking at the boy whoâs just entered the room. âYouâre back from church early!â
âYeah, I couldnât sit through it,â Mark mumbles, throwing his jacket in the closet before collapsing on his bed, running a hand through his hair.
âThatâs unlike you,â Hyuck sits up next to you. âAre you sick or something?â
âDefinitely sick in the head,â Mark groans.Â
âEnjoying sex doesnât make you bad,â you tell him. âBesides, we havenât even fucked yet.â
Mark sighs. âYet.â
âSo you were thinking about her fucking you while you were in church,â Hyuck grins next to you. âThatâs sinful, Mark.â
âI know!â Mark flops onto his stomach, shoving his face against his pillow.
You look at Hyuck, and he makes a face, motioning to his friend. âSay somethingâ he mouths.
âNo, you say something!â you mouth back. Â
Instead, Hyuck simply pushes you out of his bed, and you stumble onto your feet.Â
âMarkâŠâ you approach the sulking churchboy. âI know a few things that could cheer you up.âÂ
Mark groans, but he sits up all the same, looking at you with eyes that tell you he wants you to elaborate.
âI was thinkingâŠâ you swallow, choosing your words. âBased on your history, it sounds like maybe youâve never had someone go down on you before-â
âFuck, sheâs so good with her mouth,â Hyuck quips.Â
âI know this whole thing started with you not eating pussy, but, seeing as you made me cum last week with your fingers, I thought I could return the favour somehow.âÂ
Markâs lips part, and he allows you to take his hands, pulling him to be standing in front of you.Â
âWhat do you say Mark?â You lean forward, your lips almost touching. âCan I suck you off? Pretty please?â
Instead of answering, he kisses you, cupping the back of your neck.Â
Your first kiss with Mark had been slow and gentle, but thereâs a new fire in him now, and itâs only a moment before his tongue is gliding past your lower lip, begging for entrance. You release a groan, reaching down to loop your fingers in the waistband of his pants, pulling him tighter to your body.
You can feel that heâs already hard, and you love how easy it is to turn him on. You love the way heâs already becoming more explorative in the way he interacts with you, his hand steady on the back of your neck, insistent that you stay lip locked.Â
For a guy who doesnât kiss girls much, heâs a phenomenal kisser. Thereâs emotion in it, and he tastes like spearmint.Â
You get lost in the feeling of him, but after only a little while, youâre aching to touch him properly. Your hand slips down, cupping him through his pants. The church boy shivers at the contact, and you squeeze him. Itâs the first time youâve really touched his cock, and you bet heâs already aching-
He releases the back of your neck, and you take it as a sign to begin kissing down his body. You start at his throat, licking the sensitive spot that has him grabbing your hips and releasing a moan. He makes such pretty sounds-
You continue rubbing his cock, but when your mouth gets to his collarbone, you grab at his shirt. âCan this come off?â
âYeah,â Mark mumbles, releasing you so he can unbutton the nice church shirt heâs wearing.Â
When he discards the fabric, revealing his body to you, you simply enjoy it for a moment.Â
Mark and Hyuck both have such wonderful bodies. Sure, some of your friends make good arguments about the muscled forms of Jaehyun, Johnny and Jeno, but you prefer Markâs understated physique.Â
Heâs a soccer player, and his body is perfectly athletic without being too much to handle.
Your kisses begin to descend, and you find yourself pausing at the cross necklace. You lean forward and press your lips to it softly. Mark lets out a shaky breath.Â
You know heâs watching you, and this is your way of showing him you still respect his religion, despite persuading him to partake in the more âsinfulâ side of life.
âWait,â Mark says, and he lets go of you to reach behind his neck, fumbling with the clasp. You watch him with curiosity as he removes the cross, holding it gently and placing it onto his bedside table.
You donât think youâve ever seen him without the gold chain around his throat, and you wonder what the removal of it could mean, but you try not to think too hard about it.
You sink to your knees on the floor, undoing his belt and looking up at Mark. If he doesnât want this, he can stop you, and you give him more than enough time to make that decision. But Mark only watches you, breathing heavily as you undo the button, then the zipper-
âYou want this?â you ask, hooking your fingers in his pants and briefs.
He nods. âI want you.â
You smile, tugging the fabrics down so they pool at his feet.Â
âYou have such a pretty cock,â you whisper, grabbing the base and swiping your thumb across the leaking tip. You notice the way Markâs chest and neck flush pink, as if heâs embarrassed by your words, but you know that praise is good for Mark.Â
You press a kiss to the head of his cock, suckling a little while Mark moans above you.Â
It looks like heâs not sure where to place his hands, so you reach for one, placing it on your cheek while you take more of him into your mouth.Â
âGod-â Mark whispers.
âShe feels good, right?â Hyuck asks.
âYeah,â Mark nods. âReally good.â
Having them both give you praise has your pussy throbbing, and it encourages you to sink further down onto his cock, sucking harder-
âShit-â Mark nearly whimpers, and you think this might be the first time youâve heard him swear.Â
You know itâs wrong, and bad, and dirty, and sinful- but thereâs something about corrupting Mark that has you going insane. You bob up and down on his cock, stroking the base that you canât reach with your mouth.Â
âThis is too hot,â Hyuck says. âIâve gotta join.â
âHow-â Mark begins to ask, but a second later, hands are pulling you off of Markâs cock.
âBoth of you, on the bed,â Hyuck instructs. âYouâve heard of spit roasting, right, Mark?â
âI-â the church boyâs skin is flushed again, and when you hop up on the bed, he follows, clamoring after you.Â
âLook, youâll have her mouth,â Hyuck gets on the mattress behind you, and you hear him undoing his belt, âand Iâll have her perfect pussy. Itâs a win, win.â
Mark doesnât argue, his eyes moving down to meet yours as you take his dick back into your mouth, picking up where youâd left off.
Hyuck, meanwhile, tears your pants down, and a moment later his fingers are gliding through your pussy. âFuck, angel, youâre soaked. Sucking Markâs cock really turns you on, huh?â
You groan a sound of affirmation around Mark, and his hand is quick to grab your head again, fingers flexing in your hair.Â
âYou can fuck her face if you want,â Hyuck suggests, working two fingers into you easily. âShe loves getter her throat fucked-â
Markâs hips twitch at the words, but he doesnât follow through. You think maybe he doesnât want to hurt you, and itâs an endearing idea.
Hyuck pulls his digits from your core, and theyâre replaced with the head of his cock, which he rubs the length of your pussy, teasing your clit before pushing into you.
Your fuck buddy lets out a loud groan, his hands finding your hips as he sinks his length fully into your core.Â
âDude,â Hyuck breathes, âher pussy is literally Heaven-â
His first thrust sends you further onto Markâs cock, and the man above you gasps when he hits the back of your throat.Â
âIs fucking pussy going against God?â Hyuck asks, in an almost rhetoric manner. âIsnât there some weird church loophole where anal doesnât count? Her ass is great too, scoutâs honor.â
At this point, youâre pretty sure Markâs not even listening to Hyuck. Heâs much too focused on your lips wrapped around him, and the sounds slipping out of him make you think maybe heâs close to the edge.
All things considered - for a guy whoâs never been blown - Markâs lasting remarkably well, but you donât want him to last. You want him to cum, like he deserves to cum.Â
When you suck harder, you feel Markâs cock twitch, and he lets out a groan. âShit, Iâm gonna-â
âCum in her mouth,â Hyuck states, pace getting rougher inside of you. âDo it. Sheâs a good girl. Sheâll swallow. Fuck, itâs so hot when she swallows.âÂ
Mark moans, and he pushes his hips forward, sending his cock into the back of your throat. Your gag reflex is the thing that makes him cum, and an âOh my God!â leaves his lips as he explodes down your throat.
Hyuckâs right, you are a good girl, and you swallow every drop, working Mark through his orgasm until heâs gasping. He pulls out of your mouth, and Hyuck takes the opportunity to fuck you even harder.
Now that you can moan freely, you fill the room with sounds of your own pleasure. When Mark gets off the bed, you fall onto your face, turning to press your cheek to the mattress while you watch Mark find his pants on the floor.Â
His eyes meet yours, and you can see his pupils are blown. Itâs so incredibly sexy to have Hyuck fucking you on Markâs bed while Mark watches, and your pussy throbs around Hyuckâs cock.Â
âFuck, you just got so tight, angel,â Hyuck groans, fingers digging into your waist while his hips buck wildly. âShit, Iâm not going to last like this-â
You reach a shaky hand under your body, finding your clit, and it only makes your pussy clamp down harder on your fuck buddy, who releases another loud moan.Â
âYou close, angel? Sucking off Mark must have really got you going-âÂ
âIâm close,â you confirm, grabbing at the bedsheet with your free hand while your fingers continue on your clit.Â
âYeah, you are,â Hyuck growls. âThatâs my good girl, my perfect angel. I want you to cum so bad, itâll tip me over the edge- Fuck! Iâm gonna fill you up so good, so fucking good-â
You love it when Hyuck talks dirty like this, and you gasp as you get closer and closer to your high-
âCome on,â Hyuck lands a smack to your ass, and the pained pleasure has you crying out, rubbing your clit harder. âCum for me,â he commands.
Itâs all you need to reach the edge, and you fall over it with a loud moan, forcing your eyes to stay open while you stare at Mark, who watches you with parted lips and a dazed expression.
âThatâs it, thatâs it-â Hyuck grunts, pace faltering as he cums too, fulfilling his promise of filling you up just the way you like it. He fucks you through your highs, and your hand falls from your clit to the bed, body on the cusp of overstimulation as Hyuckâs motions begin to slow.
As things come to a stop, Hyuck lets out a deep breath. âMark, come over here, youâve gotta see this.â
âI donât want to look at your dick,â comes Markâs quick retort.
âThen donât look at my dick, look at her pussy with my cum dripping out of it. Trust me, itâs so fucking hot-â Hyuck pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss.
You watch Mark go around the side of the bed, and you can feel both of their eyes on your hole, which is already beginning to drip Hyuckâs cum-
You place a hand under your core, not wanting to get any of this on Markâs bed, and Hyuck laughs loudly.Â
âArenât you two worried about pregnancy?â Mark asks.
âThatâs what birth control is for,â Hyuck says. âCumming inside feels like nothing else in the whole world.â
âWhat about STIâs?â
âWell, I meanâŠâ Hyuck gets off the bed, and you watch him grab a tissue from his desk, âweâre only really fucking each other and weâre both clean soâŠâ
âWait, you two only sleep with each other?â Mark sounds justifiably confused. âSo⊠why arenât you two⊠why arenât you two dating?â
Itâs a very good question, and from the way Hyuck brushes it off with a âyou knowâ and a topic change, it feels as if neither of you really have a good answer. âAnyways, you have to try this sometime,â Hyuck says again. âNext Sunday.âÂ
Mark sighs. âCanât we do this on any day but Sunday?â
âWhere would be the fun in that, church bitch?â
You let out a groan of annoyance, but you think youâre starting to understand this is just the way their relationship is.Â
Getting through a full week while being on the same campus as you is starting to feel like Markâs own personal Hell. Every time he so much as catches a glimpse of you running between classes, blood rushes to his cock.Â
Hell, even at soccer practice with Hyuck, every time Mark looks at his forward position roommate, all he can think about is the visual of Hyuck fucking you from behind on his own bed.Â
By Friday, heâs too pent up to even attend his last class, and he rushes back to the frat to get some shower time.
Heâs becoming much too used to jacking off in the shower, but he really canât help himself.Â
Mark feels like an absolute sinner, especially with the cross necklace around his neck. Today, something comes over him, and he takes it off, wrapping the gold chain around his right hand. He looks at it for a moment, and thereâs almost something like curiosity-
He wraps his hand around his cock, flinching a little at the cold metal on his heated skin. As he begins to move his fist up and down his aching length, the bite of the necklace feels like repentance, like something he deserves.Â
Mark takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thinks about you.Â
He thinks about the sounds you make, the expression on your face as you cum- how your mouth had felt on his throbbing cock-Â
He canât believe how easy it is to get himself to the edge, especially with the added pain of the necklace around his hand. Does this make him even worse? It shouldnât be this easy to cum- it shouldnât be, but it is.
When he reaches the edge, itâs not Godâs name on Markâs lips, itâs yours.
He gasps, body tingling as he pumps his way through it, the necklace biting into his skin-
âJesus Christ Mark! Get a fucking room!â comes Jenoâs voice. âSome of us are just trying to fucking shower!â
The outburst makes shame flood through his body, but it also only adds to the powerful sensation in his cock, his cum shooting across his chest.Â
Markâs decides heâs definitely going to Hell for this.
Another Saturday win for the soccer team means another frat party, and Hyuck loves the attention you give him on days when he gets a goal. Youâre even touchier than usual, praising him for his skills-
Yet, Hyuck finds it hard to focus on you with Mark blatantly staring from across the room.Â
Hyuck has enjoyed sharing you with his roommate, more than he ever thought he would, but tonight, he wants you for himself, and when you begin kissing his neck, pushing him against the wall, Hyuckâs had enough of this public bullshit.
âMy room, now,â he commands.Â
With a giggle, you turn, darting off towards the stairs, and Hyuck follows you with a smile. As he climbs the steps in twos, he gets a feeling heâs being followed, and he stops on the first landing to turn and look at Mark.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHuh?â Mark blinks. âIâm uh⊠coming with you?â
âItâs Saturday.â
âSo?â
âSo,â Hyuck sighs, âyou only get access to angels on Sundays, all good Christians should know that.â
âBut-â Mark opens his mouth to argue but Hyuckâs not in the mood for it tonight.
âNo joining,â he says firmly. But as he looks at Markâs defeated expression, Hyuck feels something like pity. âI guess you can stand outside the door and listen, you perv.â
Markâs skin flares with embarrassment, but as Hyuck continues up the stairs, he gets the suspicion that Markâs going to do exactly what heâd just suggested.
When you arrive at the frat house on Sunday afternoon, Hyuck is waiting for you in the living room. He pulls you into a kiss, and his lips linger against your own, his fingers digging into your hips. âAre you ready for today, my little demon?â
You laugh. âIâm always ready. But we have to wait till Mark gets back from church.â
âYeah, yeah,â Hyuck rolls his eyes. âWe could always start without him.â
âThat wouldnât be very nice,â you note, grinning at your fuck buddy.
âMaking me wait isnât very nice,â Hyuck counters.
âItâs important to learn how to be patient,â you tell him, pressing another peck to his lips. âCome on, Iâm sure we can find an episode of something to watch on Netflix.â
When you get to Hyuckâs room, the last thing you expect is to find Mark waiting for you. Heâs sitting on his bed, staring at the floor, and his head snaps up as you enter.
âMark?â You canât hide your confusion. âShouldnât you be at church?â
âIâm not going today,â he states, standing and placing his cross necklace on the bedside table.
âIs something wrong?â you ask, walking over to grab his hands, assessing him for head injury.
âEverything is wrong,â Mark sighs. âDoing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But⊠as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.â
Hyuck lets out a whistle behind you, and you hear him locking the door. âDamn, Mark, Iâm actually kind of impressed.â
âSoâŠâ you look into Markâs eyes, âdoes this mean youâre ready?â
He nods. âYeah⊠Iâm ready.â
âAre you sure about that, church boy?â your fuck buddy asks. âDo you want us to put up a cross and see if it falls down as a sign that God thinks youâre a sinner?â
Mark takes a deep breath, and his eyes shift to Hyuck over your shoulder. âFuck God, and fuck the cross.â
Your lips part in shock, and Mark takes that moment to grab your face and kiss you. Itâs the hungriest kiss youâve had from him so far, and you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pressing your chest to his own.Â
His tongue explores yours, as confident as ever, and his hands move down to your hips, needy and rough. When his palm slips down to grab your ass, your moan loudly, all consumed by this new Mark.Â
âShit, dude,â Hyuck whispers from behind you. âGuess I should stop calling you church boy.âÂ
Mark lets out a groan, and then heâs tossing you onto his bed. A squeal of delight escapes you at the roughness of it all.Â
âI wanna taste you,â Mark states, breathing heavily as he looks down at you with dark eyes.
âThen taste me,â you say simply, already grabbing at your pants to push them down.
Mark helps you tug them off, and then his own fingers are hooking in the waistband of your panties, tearing them down your legs with one rough motion.
âOh my God, Mark-â you gasp, shocked at his sudden change in attitude.
The man who gets on the bed between your legs isnât the same man who had whimpered while he fingered you two weeks ago. Heâs not a soft church boy worried about boundaries, heâs a confident man who knows what he wants. And what he want is you.Â
You canât even take a moment to breathe before Markâs pressing his tongue against your pussy, hands firmly grabbing at your thighs while he licks a stripe of your most sensitive area.
âFuck,â you groan, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair.
His response is a moan that sends shivers through your body, his lips suctioning around your clit like heâs a seasoned pro. Thereâs no hesitation or worry about correctness, thereâs only a pussy deprived man who seems to know exactly what to do to have your toes curling as you drag them across his back.
Youâve had good oral sex before, Hyuckâs particularly skilled in this field, but as wild as your fuck buddy is, heâs never been feral like this.Â
Markâs tongue is unpredictable, lapping at you and pushing into your hole, teasing your walls as he rubs his nose against your clit. âShit, Mark, youâre so good-â
âBetter than me?â Hyuck asks.
You hate to admit it, but when a strangled âYes!â leaves your lips, it only makes Mark go harder on you.Â
You have no brain space to focus on Hyuck, your eyes closed as Markâs tongue pleasures you like no one ever has before.Â
Itâs like he knows your body already, as if heâs divinely guided-Â
The thought has your pussy throbbing, and as if he senses your need, Mark lets go of one of your thighs, adjusting so he can slip a finger into you while his tongue returns to your clit.
âShit, just like that-â you gasp, legs quivering over his shoulders.
Another digits slips into your wet hole, and more moans leave you as the church boy finger fucks you even better than he did last time.Â
Youâre consumed by Mark, completely, and it feels like Heaven to get lost in the pleasure heâs providing you.Â
You apply a bit of pressure on his head, wanting him to go harder on you, and he rewards you by sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.
âFuck-â you moan, pushing your hips up toward his face. Youâre already so close to cumming that itâs almost insane, and you trust that this time, nothing Hyuck could do in your periphery would prompt Mark to let up on you.
He seems Hellbent on getting you to the edge, and as his fingers crook up to stroke your gspot, you know heâs going to accomplish his task with flying colours.Â
âSounds like sheâs close, dude,â Hyuck muses, reading your reactions like the back of his hand.
When you turn your head to open your eyes, you find Hyuck has his cock out, and heâs stroking it, gaze fixed on the man between your legs.Â
Thereâs something so⊠fulfilling about being watched like this. To know that Hyuckâs just as turned on as you and Mark, even though heâs taking no part in your pleasure.Â
Hyuck has a nice cock, and the sight of his fist wrapped tightly around it has even more lust coursing through your body.Â
To have both men worshipping you in this way- itâs unlike anything youâve ever experienced.Â
âIâm gonna-â you stutter, licking your lips as the pleasure builds between your legs.
âCum for me,â Mark groans against your pussy. âPlease, angel, I want you to cum.âÂ
The âpleaseâ is the cherry on top, as is the petname that usually only Hyuck ever uses on you, and combined, they throw you over the edge.Â
You cry out, rutting your pussy against Markâs face while he tongue and finger fucks you through your orgasm.
The church boy lets out sinful sounds, and you can tell heâs enjoying being used like this, enjoying making you come undone on his fingers. Your pussy is throbbing around him, and his unrelenting digits continue stroking the spot that has you tinging with overwhelming pleasure.
âMark!â you nearly scream, overtaken by the kind of ecstasy youâve never felt before.Â
âFuck, dude,â Hyuck breathes, âyou made her squirt-â
Youâre almost twitching when Mark finally pulls his tongue from your clit, and his fingers slow before slipping out of you. You open your eyes to watch him lick them clean, and he lets out a deep groan, clearly enjoying the taste of you.
You need him to fuck you, like youâve never needed anyone - even Hyuck - to fuck you in your entire life.Â
âPlease,â you whimper. âMark-â
âLet me get a condom,â he states, sitting up-
âNo!â you reach out to grab at him, locking eyes with him as you state, âI want you raw.âÂ
Itâs the first time today that he looks unsure. âI donât-â
âIâm clean,â you insist, âand so are you-âÂ
âBruh, just raw dog it,â Hyuck says. âTrust us-â
With one last look between your thighs, Mark relents, and he gets back on the bed, tugging off his shirt and his pants while you work on getting yourself naked.Â
As soon as youâre both bare, Mark is laying his body over yours, pressing you into the bed while his lips move feverishly against your own. You tangle your fingers in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his cock trapped between your bodies, rubbing over your clit as he rocks his hips.
âPlease,â you whimper, wrapping your legs around his hips. âInside-âÂ
Mark pulls away from your lips, breathing heavily as he looks into your eyes. His gaze shifts down, and he reaches a hand to grab the base of his length, teasing it against your pussy.
You moan loudly as he toys with your clit, and then heâs testing the head of his cock against your aching hole. The tip slips just inside and you whimper, only for him to pull back, then do it again-
âGod, Mark-â You dig your nails into his shoulders, throwing your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes.
He pushes his cock deeper inside of you, and you both let out groans of pleasure. His mouth returns to yours while he slowly sinks into your pussy, until his hips are flush against your own.Â
âFuck,â Mark whimpers, twitching from the new sensation.Â
âTold you raw was the way to go,â Hyuck says, as if heâs the most helpful person in the room.
Both you and Mark ignore your fuck buddy, and Mark takes a test thrust that has you both gasping.Â
âJust like that,â you encourage him. âFuck, youâre doing so good-âÂ
His lips return to yours, and the kiss takes your breath away as he begins to find a slow pace. Each thrust is deep, intentional, and in some odd way, this doesnât feel like fucking. Fucking is hard, fast, fevered- but this is different. This is more like making love.
Mark sucks on your bottom lip, and he adjusts one of his hands so it can come up to grab at your breast, his thumb ghosting over your nipple and making you shiver. Your body reacts, pussy throbbing around Markâs cock, and he groans into your mouth.
âFeels like Heaven,â he whispers, massaging your boob with a loving hand.Â
Your skin tingles at his words. You can take the church boy out of church, but you can't take the church out of the church boy.Â
His pace is getting faster, and each thrust has the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. Itâs insane how this is Markâs first time- it sounds like he hadnât gotten far with the last girl heâd had under him before the Jesus picture incident-Â
Heâs an absolute natural, and each brush of his lips against yours has you feeling closer to him than ever before. His cock fits perfectly in your pussy, and the sounds continuing to escape him tell you that he feels just as good as you do.
âIâm not-â Mark gasps, kisses moving to your throat. âIâm not going to last long-â
âThatâs okay,â you assure him, gently rubbing his back. âIâm proud of you.â
He groans, sucking on your neck. Markâs hand moves down to your hip, anchoring you to the bed while he ruts into you faster. You know youâre close, but it can be hard to cum without clit stimulation, so you sneak your own palm down your abdomen, fingers seeking out your most sensitive spot.
You both groan when you make contact with your clit, and Markâs breath is hot against your throat. âYou close?â he asks.
âAlmost,â you nod, rubbing soft circles around your clit while Markâs cock slides in and out of your pussy.Â
âYaâll better cum quick or I might bust a nut just watching.â Hyuckâs voice makes you laugh, but the laugh quickly becomes a moan as Mark fucks you harder, fingers digging into your hip.
âIâm so close,â Mark whispers. âPlease, this feels too good-âÂ
âMark,â you whimper, loving how sweetly he talks to you while buried balls deep in your pussy.Â
âPlease, angel, I canât hold on much longer-â
Your skin tingles at the idea that heâs working hard not to cum, that he wonât allow himself to get there until you can reach your high with him. Heâs such a soft boy, the most perfectly wonderful man youâve ever fucked-
âIâm gonna-â you bite at your lip, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of ecstasy that youâre so close to reaching-Â
âCum with me,â Mark begs. âCum with me, angel, cum-â
The desperation in his voice is what finally sends you over the edge, and you gasp as your core clamps down on him. Mark echoes your sound of pleasure, groaning loudly in your ear as his fingers dig into your hip.Â
You can feel him filling you up, and it makes you extra sensitive as you ride out your orgasm, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline.Â
To Markâs credit, he fucks you through it, hips only faltering slightly before the end.
When youâre both done, you pull your hand away from your clit, and Mark all but collapses on top of you, breathing heavily as he buries his face against your neck.Â
You can hardly have a moment of peace with Mark before Hyuckâs pulling at his shoulder. âMy turn,â your fuck buddy insists. âCome on dude, Iâve been waiting forever-â
A laugh bubbles out of you at Hyuckâs antics, and with a loud groan, Mark gets off of you. Thereâs a dazed look in his eyes as he rolls onto his back in the small twin bed next to you. You wonder if heâs going to just lay there-
Hyuckâs not having it, and he reaches down to scoop you up in his arms, tossing you onto his own mattress.Â
âFuck, angel,â Hyuck looks down at your body. âHow do you want it?â
You consider it for a moment, and then roll onto your stomach, lifting your hips as an invitation.
Hyuck groans loudly. âGod, youâre perfect.â
Heâs straddling your legs not a second later, grabbing your waist to tug you up a little bit more while he glides his cock between your closed thighs, grazing your pussy.Â
âShit, this is going to be so good,â Hyuck mutters to himself, using one hand to wrap around the base of his cock and guide it to your entrance.
He moans as he slips inside. âFuck- Iâve never banged you using another guyâs cum as lube before, but shit, angel, I could get used to this.â
His words make you feel dirty, sinful even, a little like a whore- but something inside of you actually enjoys it.Â
âHyuck-â you whimper at how good the position feels. With your legs closed and your ass in the air, things feel more snug, and the angle has Hyuck hitting a sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
âI know, angel,â Hyuck assures you. âFeels fucking fantastic.â
His breath is hot against your back as he begins rutting into you, and you grab onto Hyuckâs pillow, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne that has perfumed the material.Â
âYou look so good like this,â your fuck buddy says, and the slapping of his hips against your ass is making you go crazy. âIâm never going to get used to the way you look with my cock buried in your perfect fucking pussy.â
Your grip on his pillow tightens, the praise going straight to your core, which throbs around him.
âYeah, I know you love it when I praise you. You just love being made out to be an angel while doing dirty shit an angel would never do.âÂ
He knows you so well it almost hurts. And when he talks to you like this, it makes you wonder why he hadnât asked you to be his girlfriend yet. Although, if you had been his girlfriend a few weeks ago, you would have never propositioned Mark, and the idea makes you sad.
You open your eyes, looking over at the church boy youâve come to enjoy spending time with.Â
Markâs watching you, and as Hyuck fucks you harder, you have to break the eye contact in favour of pressing your face into the pillow. Your sounds are just getting too loud, even for a frat house.
Your pussy feels like magic, to have been fucked by Mark and now Hyuck- you know youâll be cumming again soon, whether you want to or not.
âI can feel you clenching, angel,â Hyuck laughs, as if reading your mind. âSo this is as good for you as it is for me.âÂ
âSo good,â you confirm, which only prompts him to fuck you faster, gliding in and out of your cum lubed hole easier than ever before.
âWatching Mark have you first was torture,â Hyuck tells you. âI was so close to busting multiple times- but I held out, because we both know youâre going to love being filled with us both. Dirty fucking angel.â
You whine at his words, so close to the edge you can almost taste it.
âDonât be shy,â the man fucking you announces, âcum on this cock. I know you want to.â
Your skin tingles on the cusp of pleasure-
âBe a good little angel and cum for us.âÂ
Thereâs something about the word âusâ that just does it for you, and you let out a loud gasp as you fall apart. Hyuck echoes your sound, fingers digging into your hips as he reaches his own release. He fucks you even harder, groaning while your pussy clenches around his twitching cock.
âJust like that, just like that-â he pants, encouraging you while he rides you through your highs.
Youâre not sure how long you cum, but when Hyuck finally slows to a stop inside of you, you think you might just pass out from all the pleasure youâve received in such a short time.
Your fuck buddy leans over your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder that moves up to your neck, and you tilt your head to give him better access.
âThatâs our angel,â Hyuck muses softly in your ear.
You find yourself smiling. Itâs the happiest youâve been in months.Â
Nothing else matters, all there is right now is safety and love and acceptance⊠and maybe a little bit of filth.
When Hyuck pulls out of your pussy, you feel yourself immediately begin to drip, and you do your due diligence, shifting your hand under your body to collect the fluid so it doesnât ruin Hyuckâs bed.
Your fuck buddy grabs a few tissues, and then heâs sitting by your thighs, spreading your ass cheeks so he can get a good look at you while he groans at the sight.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he says, gently wiping your abused hole, cleaning you of his and Markâs cum. âI donât think you even know how hot you are.â
Heâs probably right about that, but youâre sure that if you keep doing this with him and Mark, theyâll make you learn.
When Hyuckâs done with his very basic aftercare, he flops onto the bed behind you, back to the wall while he cradles you to his chest. His lips return to your shoulder, and the soft kisses make you whimper from sensitivity.
Then- something is falling on you, and you jolt, eyes snapping open-
âShit,â Hyuck groans, and you realize the soccer poster has slipped off the wall and onto your bodies.
Your gaze immediately goes to Mark, and you see a look of shock in his expression. âOh my God-â
âItâs not God,â Hyuck assures you both. âItâs probably just Jeno fucking some chick on the other side of the wall.â As if to prove his point, your fuck buddy bangs the wall three times, and a moment later there are three returned bang noises. âSee? Totally just Jeno fucking.â
Mark doesnât look very convinced, and he rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling while he runs his hands through his hair.
âI hope this fucking poster isnât going to stop you from joining us again next Sunday,â Hyuck says as he pushes the symbol of Jenoâs sex life to the floor.
âNext Sunday?â Mark turns to look at you both.
âYeah, next Sunday,â Hyuck repeats. âYou do want to cum again, donât you?â
The church boy lets out a deep sigh, but then heâs nodding. âYeah.â
âPerfect, then itâs settled,â Hyuck grins against your shoulder.Â
Your fuck buddy is something of an enigma, and youâre never quite sure if youâve gotten him figured out. Heâd started this whole thing being reluctant to allow Mark to join, but now, it seems as if he relishes the thought of having Sunday dick appointments with his best friend.
Although, as you stare at the pretty church boy in the bed across from yours, you really canât say that you mind.Â
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đź preview. âIâm bad?â Hyuck gasps in shock. âSays the people fucking in an accesibility washroom?â He has a point there, and even Mark lets out a chuckle while he presses his lips firmly to your neck, his hips beginning to thrust so he can glide his cock in and out of your wet pussy.âI expect this from her, but from you, church boy?â Hyuck shakes his head while leaning back against the locked door, crossing his arms over his chest. âIâm still shocked by how sinful youâve become.â
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Itâs been something like four months since you and Hyuck invited Mark into your unconventional relationship, and so much has changed since then. Having battled for a long time with perceived self-worth, it seemed that the inclusion of a friend within the relationship was all Hyuck had needed to realize his deeper feelings for you, and feel comfortable enough to share them.
Now, Hyuckâs having the best sex of his life with his two best friends in the entire world. Despite Hyuckâs growth, however, itâs clear that the person most changed by your relationship is none other than the OG church boy himself.
Hyuck had thought heâd been horny when he entered university, but it feels as if Markâs pent-up energy has made him significantly hornier.Â
Sitting in class, knowing you and Mark have a spare right now⊠well, Hyuck can only imagine what the two of you might be up to. As the lecture gets particularly boring, Hyuck pulls out his phone, opening snapchat maps to see if he can pinpoint you and his roommate.
Hyuckâs not shocked to find you were both active on snapchat ten minutes ago, in a building closeby. Heâd never been one for maps, but since you and Mark had started fucking, Hyuck had been forced to learn all feasible sexcipade locations on campus. If heâs not mistaken, you and Mark are in one of the single occupancy accessibility bathrooms on the first floor of the arts building, and the thought makes him swallow thickly.Â
With one last look at his boring teacher, Hyuck grabs his backpack and he slinks out of the lecture hall.
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Mark was already exasperated. drenched in sweat, he wasnât even at practice yet. Being an hour late wasnât acceptable especially when new choreography was being learnt today, he already knew this was going to be hell.
The moment he met eyes with Haechan, that devil incarnate, hand covering his smile attempting to withhold his amusement. It took Mark a minute to put the pieces together as he struggled to catch his breath. Haechanâs reaction was odd, and Mark was confused.
Realisation struck him, it was him, all of this was because of him, it had to be.
This morning Mark thought something was off⊠none of his alarms had gone off, nor was any of his things in the right place, almost as if it was hidden all over their room.
Yes, their room.
Mark and Haechan were roommates now.
(The fact Haechan left Mark sleeping while he went to practice himself made Mark even more pissed off.)
Mark immediately apologised for his unprofessionalism and quickly got to work. Luckily he didnât miss as much as he thought he did and caught up with the rest of the group at ease.
After their short water break, Taeyong announced that there will be duet choreography .
"Alright.. Iâve decided that two members will be performing this section of choreography as dance partners! Haechan and Mark this is for you two.
Iâve created this choreography matching your strengths so this should be executed well between the both of you.â
Haechan still glancing at him up and down seeing Mark such a mess was entertaining for him. The idea that he did this to Mark made him all too happy.
He needed all of Markâs attention for himself.
Mark glared at him. Haechan winked back playfully.
Does he not have any shame? Mark thought.
He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when Taeyong grabbed their attention.
Taeyong snapped his fingers and stood in front of them.
âYou two. Face eachother and put a hand on the back of eachotherâs necks.â
Mark hesitated.
âWhatâs wrong Mark? Haechan doesnât bite câmon youâve known eachother for ages.â
(Thatâs a lie he does bite.)
Taeyong questioned Marks behaviour but didnât think much of it.
Haechan spoke up to agree with Taeyong, âYeah Mark~ whatâs the problem?â
Haechan steps closer and lowers his voice whispering in Markâs ear, âDonât be so grumpy, didnât you have a nice lie in baby?â
Mark jolts back embarrassed, his ears were sensitive but Haechanâs audacity was much more pressing.
Baby? Seriously?? Heâs insane.
Mark contained his anger and did as Taeyong asked whilst ignoring any shit Haechan tried to pull.
***
Haechan stared at Mark drinking his water peacefully before walking behind him.
Haechan slipped his hands around Markâs waist, feeling Markâs shock and small gasp against his body.
âWhat the-â Mark was cut off.
âShh,â Haechan soothes. âDonât throw a tantrum, youâre starting unnecessary commotion. Iâm just giving you affection.â Haechan smiled.
âFuck you, get off.â Mark snapped, pushing Haechan off of him getting ready for their last rehearsal.
Mark performs well, channelling his frustration into his work, so much he earnt a compliment from their leader.
***
Mark got home later than usual, he went out for a drink with Johnny and was in desperate need of a shower. As expected haechan was using it so he collapsed on his bed, exhausted, and fell asleep cuddling his stuffed animal.
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âawwh poor baby,â Haechanâs voice sweet yet condescending. âyouâve been such a good boy.. let me help you.â
Mark whines softly in his sleep, his jeans becoming tight and uncomfy. Instinctively he rubbed his legs together in hopes of some friction.
Haechan came out of the shower and saw Mark sleeping. As he got closer to his bed Haechan noticed Mark breathing heavily, letting out small whines.
Maybe heâs having a nightmare? Haechan thought. Until he noticed Mark rutting shallowly against his plushy.
âmmh please.. hyuck,â Mark whined desperately.
Haechan became more and more aroused by Markâs fantasies, biting on his lip, getting riled up himself. The adrenaline making his heart pound.
Mark looked so vulnerable his face flushed begging for Haechanâs touch. Haechan nudged Mark waking him up slowly.
Suddenly Mark lifts himself up, confused and flustered. He looks up at Haechan with dazed eyes.
Mark traces Hyuckâs eye-line and yelps, Haechan was staring directly at his hard on. Mark quickly covers himself with his hands and rushes to lock himself in the bathroom to calm down.
Mark quickly runs a shower and gets in, what the hell.. why was I having those dreams about HIM of all people. Mark blushes realising heâs still uncomfortably hard.
I hate him so muchâŠ
Mark refuses to help himself thinking aboutâŠthat. Itâll just have to go away by itself. As soon as Mark steps out of the shower thereâs a knock on the door.
Haechan speaks up, âMark are you okay?â he asks sounding genuine. âCan you open the door for me?â
There was silence, before the door was unlocked. Haechan pushes it open carefully revealing Mark standing head down ashamed, stretching his t-shirt inbetween his legs with both hands to cover himself.
âawh.. Mark..â Haechan hugs him and rubs his back, âyouâre okay, itâs just a reaction.â
Mark twitches in his arms,
âwhatâs wrong..?â Haechan asks.
Mark pants, subtly grinding himself against Haechan. Something switched in him. He couldnât hold himself back, âPlease..â Mark begged overcome by his lust, looking at Haechan with glassy eyes. Mark buries his face in Haechanâs neck inhaling his scent and grips Haechanâs back tighter.
âFuck⊠who knew you were so dirty?âHaechan taunts. âSo youâre finally giving in.â
All Mark could do was whimper.
âAwh baby canât even speak.â He sympathised.
Haechan flipped Mark around so he was facing the mirror in the bathroom.
âLook at yourself,â he ordered. Haechanâs authority made Mark shiver in excitement.
Haechan lifted up Markâs t shirt, making Mark watch himself.
âOpen your mouth.â
Mark did as he was told opening his mouth slightly,
âBite on it.â
Haechan pushed Markâs shirt in his mouth so his body was fully exposed.
âDonât let go.â Haechan said.
Mark nodded shyly.
âGood boy.â
Haechan felt up Markâs body, watching him intently through the mirror.
Being watched by Haechan felt so wrong but only turned Mark on even more.
Haechan groped Markâs chest, coaxing reactions out of him. Haechan teased and rubbed Markâs nipples.
That was it, Mark completely broke letting out a high and needy moan.
âHyuck stop..â Mark squirmed in Haechanâs grip. This only made Haechan restrain him even more.
âYouâre just like a girl Mark you like having your tits played with..â Haechan mocked him.
âIâm not like a girl..â he protested.
âYou know Iâm right, say it.â Haechan fondles his chest and pinches Markâs nipples again earning another shaky moan from Mark.
âYouâre.. rightâŠâ he struggles to push out his words.
âRight about what Mark⊠come on tell me.â
âI like⊠having my tits played with.â Mark looks down in embarrassment. He was so desperate, he couldnât believe how easily he was submitting to him. Haechan of all people.
Haechan laughed at him, âyouâre so pathetic now. You deserve a reward, this is the best youâve ever been for me isnât it? Now, letâs get you comfy.â
Haechan led him out of the bathroom and onto one of the beds.
âSit.â He demanded. Haechan watched as mark sat down cautiously.
âWhat are you gonna.. uh.. do..?â Mark asked nervously.
Haechan kneeled on the floor and spread marks legs. He looked up at Mark knowingly, leaning closer to Markâs boxers that were already wet from precum.
Mark held his breathe when he felt Haechan mouth at his cock excruciatingly slow. Mark shook his leg impatiently and held onto Haechanâs shoulder.
Haechan played with the rim of Markâs waistband, keeping him on edge.
***
Idk if I should finish it I doubt anyone will read but thank you so much if you did T^T I love youuu <3
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âąToxic Pleasureâą(M) Mark x reader x Haechan âą
Pairing: Haechan x reader x Mark ft. Yeonjun
Genre: smut;fluff;love triangle;Mafia au
Warnings: angst, making out
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A week had passed since the "event" in the bathroom, Y/n felt embarrassed. The way Yeonjun witnessed her and the 2 others go all out on each other sent a cold chill up her spine. Her own best friend, witnessing her do such sultry, and not with one guy, but two.
What made it even worse is that the two stayed together. So, seeing him or even coming into contact with him made her feel shame. She couldn't even look him in the eye, afraid she might see a look of disappointment. Since she's an official member of their gang now, it's hindering how they do their mob work. The other member's have taken a notice to this and wonder why, asking her what's wrong, but she's always switching the subject.
Meanwhile, with dream, Jaemin had caught on immediately to what happened with them, seeing the 4 enter the room at the same time with uncomfortable gestures and awkward glances around the room. The day after, he confronted Haechan about it and teased him. "You sure had your fun with Mark hyung, haven't you? I bet you were turned on more when Yeonjun barged in on you three fucking the shit out of her!" He laughed uncontrollably. Haechan just frowned at him with a "Shut up." mumbling from his mouth. "What are you two talking about?" Mark asked as he entered the living room. Since that night, Mark had been trying to forget about what had happened, feeling as if his ego is getting in the way of his reputation all because of some mysterious woman he became fuck buddies with for a little while. "Oh, nothing. Just how you two were getting freaky with Y/n in the bathroom and getting caught!" Jaemin smirked. "Okay, and?" Mark deadpanned, earning the younger to gape at his reply. "That's in the past, so stop talking about it and meet me and the others in the meeting room." Mark ordered,. earning a bewildered look from Haechan. The two followed their leader, giving glances at one another from time to time. They sat in their chairs and gave Mark their undivided attention.
"Tomorrow night, our drug dealer will land from China. We must be prepared for anything that tries to sabotage us in the process." Mark stared with a serious face expression. "You're referring to your little fuck friend, am I right?" Jeno smirked as Mark glared at him. "Not just her. But other mobsters." Mark gritted. He gave his attention to the quiet Renjun in the room. "I want you to make sure that no one gets in our way that night, watch everything carefully." The Blue haired demand, earning a nod from the younger. "Tomorrow we will succeed in this mission, no matter what it takes." Determined Mark said.
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"I'm sorry, what?" Y/n blurted in bewilderment. "Are you death? He wants us to kill Mr. Lee. We need to get you some hearing aids, Jesus." Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Your sister heard me fine." Mr. Choi said to his son. "When and what time?" Yeonjun spoke. "Tomorrow, at night. I wanted to hire masked beauty, but I just can't get in contact with her." "We'll gladly do it for you, Mr. Choi." Yeonjun nodded. Y/n stood there in nervousness. "Isn't Mr. Lee, the father of the leader of DREAM?" Y/n asked in hesitation. "Yes, what's it to you?" Her father asked in suspicion. "N-nothing."
Yeonjun, who had realized the situation, stared at his friend. After discussing details about the assassination, the six made it back to their base. Y/n planned on shutting her self away once they arrived, but was surprised when Yeonjun pulled her into his room and locked the door behind him. "Let's talk." He said as he pushed y/n down on the bed. She plopped onto the edge of his bed, with him standing in front of her with his arms crossed. "You've been avoiding me ever since the threesome I caught you three having." He began. Y/n winced at the mentioning of it. "What's wrong, are you ashamed, embarrassed? I've seen you're area before so I know it's not that. So tell me, what is it?" He confronted.
"It's hard to explain. Can we talk about this later?" She mumbled. "Yeah, not gonna pressure you. I've pulled you in here to talk about the mission. "I know how you feel about this. It being Mark's dad and shit." He said as he sat beside her. "I'm having mixed emotions. I shouldn't care about his dad, right? Father's voice keeps playing in my head. How he wanted me to do the job instead." She expressed, Yeonjun nodding in understanding. "Maybe you should sit this mission out." He suggested, but y/n refused. "I'll do it," she sighed. She got up from her friends bed and opened the bedroom door, only for Beomgyu's body to fall down. "What the fuck?" Beomgyu stood up and pointed at his leader. "I got my eye on you." He said in a serious tone before causally walking away. The two friends looked at each other before rolling their eyes.
Y/n made her way into her room, closing the door carefully, and took out her phone. She dialed a number and put the phone up to her ear. It ranged a couple of times before the person picked up.
"Wow, look who's calling. What do you need, kitten?" The person on the other end asked.
"Haechan, we need to talk..."
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As y/n took a sip of her tequila, a figure sat beside her and rested his arm on the bar counter, laying his head in his palm. "Wanna order a drink? It's going to be awhile." she said as she looked at the confused male. "Oh, so we're not fucking? What's up?" Haechan asked. The two were at the bar that was inside black beauty's condo. "Nice place you got here by the way." The male compliments as he looks at the interior design around him. "Thanks. Now let's get straight to the point." The female sat straight in her seat and put her attention directly on Haechan's.
"My father wants your father dead." She said seriously. Silence filled the room, until Haechan broke it with his loud laughter. "That's funny. You called me here just for that?" He asked, hoping it wasn't true. The female nodded and Haechan's playful smile dissolved into a frown. "Go ahead, do it. He's not my biological father anyways." Haechan looked down darkly. "But he is Mark's, and you know he loves him very much." She brought up, causing Haechan to roll his eyes. The annoyed male stood from his stool and bended down to y/n's face level. "That's the reason you called me, isn't it? So you won't hurt your precious Mark?" Haechan asked coldly. " He's nothing but a daddy's boy who believes every shitty lie that comes out that bastard's mouth..." He hissed as he turned around.
A smirk grew on his face before looking at the beauty in front of him. Bending down once more he quickly grabbed y/n by the chin and connected his plump lips with hers, taking her aback. He pulled away and looked down. "Here's a deal. I'll kill him myself and you tell your dad that you guys did it." "But how will that work when I have to do it with Txt?" She asked in bewilderment. Just leave it to me, kitten." He winked before kissing her once again. She joined in, memorized by the lust for her and the anger formed from her father.
The two made out, tongue deep into each other's mouths. Haechan picked her up and brought her to the couch that was in the living room. Sitting down with her on his lap, he continued kissing her, biting at her tongue, and her moaning in pleasure, turning him on more and more. He slid his hands up her blouse, touching up and down her smooth skin, groping her breast.
But something felt wrong to y/n...
For the first time, she felt uneasy. What was wrong with her? She didn't know, but she felt off. She wasn't so lust filled as usual, yet disgusted in herself. She quickly pulled away from the kiss and grabbed Haechan's forearms. "Let's stop. Something isn't right."
"What do you mean?" Haechan asked. Y/n stood up from his lap and sighed. "I feel uncomfortable," she muttered. Haechan looked at the stressed woman in front of him. "What the hell?" He began. "This isn't you. Are you really that bothered?" He smirked, a wave of pain striking his lustful heart at the sight of her. "I don't know what it is..." She said as she approached the bar stool in front of her and sat on it, grabbing her drink from earlier.
"I just feel for Mark, I guess." She chuckled bitterly before taking a sip. The concerned male looked at her with disgust. "Really? That fucking bastard?!" Haechan asked coldly. "His father is getting what he deserves." He said, standing from the couch and making his way toward the entrance door. "Maybe once the job is done, you'll go back to normal. Because this new you doesn't sit right with me." He grimaced before walking out, leaving the female with guilt towering over her.
As he drove back to his base, Haechan argued with his feelings. Feelings of rage from his "father", jealousy of y/n's feelings about his leader, and concern about her well-being.Â
Once he arrived he was greeted by a busy Mark, who was suspicious of the younger's actions of leaving. "Oh, you're still up?" Haechan rolled his eyes as he passed Mark. "Where were you?" Mark asked seriously. "What's it to you?" "Just want to know since you left unannounced." Mark frowned. "That's none of your business. Now if you excuse me, I'm off to bed." Haechan started making his way upstairs to his room, Mark's eyes following his presence. Â
Mark sighed and continued with his work. And that work was finding out who Masked Beauty's true identity. The busy male's heart was going off the charts. No sign of his once fuck buddy anywhere worried him for some unknown reason. That threesome he had with Haechan and y/n bothered him too. It made him feel relieved for some reason, and he couldn't put his finger on it.Â
"Where the fuck are you, Masked Beauty?..."
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The day of the assassination came in a blur. It was currently night time, and Mr. Lee was in his secluded office, doing work and upcoming request for his drug dealing. An unexpected knock came upon his door, making him look up in suspicion. "Come in." He ordered, getting his pistol ready under his desk in case there was some enemy.
The door slowly opened and once revealing who was behind it, he put it away. "Oh, it's you." He said with and agitated tone and continue doing work. "What do you want?" He asked sternly. "Nothing in particular." Haechan rolled his eyes. "Then why visit me, dumbass?" Mr. Lee asked unamused. "Because, I'm doing this for a special friend." Haechan smirked as he leaned against the wall. Mr. Lee looked up at his adopted son in confusion. "Do what?"
Haechan whipped out his gun and pointed it straight at his father's face. "Getting rid of you." He said darkly. Mr. Lee smirked at him and sat back in his office chair, arms cross. "Well, would you look at that, Donghyuck finally found his balls." He chuckled. "Well than go ahead. Shoot me. I'm sure Taeyong wouldn't care if his father was dead. He doesn't even deal with me, his own father anymore. And Mark would be devastated, and angered once he finds out who did it." Mr. Lee spat. Haechan face flushed red with rage.
"Who gives a fuck about Mark! He's just a bitch ass dummy who can't see past your fucked up lies. If he knew how you treated everyone else, especially me, I'm sure he wouldn't give two fucks if I put a bullet through your head!" He yelled. "And I'm sure he'd be pissed to know I've been fucking his little crush on the side." Haechan smirked. Mr. Lee never took his annoying smirk off of his face. "Once I'm done with you, I'm sure everyone else would be relieved to have the trauma and torture you put on our lives growing up. I'm not only doing this for y/n , but for the rest of us who don't have the courage enough to dispose of you."
Mr. Lee opened his mouth, but before he could get anything out his brains were blew out
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Haechan shot his father 10 times, with a straight face, as tears ran down his face. The office was splattered with blood, and Haechan left sighed as he hacked into the building's CCTV footage, erasing that he was even there. He disappeared into the night, arriving back to dream's base drunk and broken.
Meanwhile, TXT entered Mr. Lee's office with ease, the 5 suspicious of how easy it was in the first place. Entering guns blazing, they stopped, seeing the man was already brutally shot against the wall before they even got there. "GaH DAmN!" Beomgyu exclaimed in a old man's voice. "Whoever got to him first had at him..." Soobin sighed. "Well, what'll we do know?" Taehyun asked. "We'll just tell Mr. Choi we killed him for the credit." Yeonjun state. Y/n couldn't keep her eyes off of the corpse in the room. She could see the hurt that was inflicted on him just by the way the man was shot. She saw Haechan's trauma written all over him. "Well, let's go meet Kai in the SUV." Soobin said.
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The next morning, Mark entered his father's office, in need for some advice. "Dad, I need help. I think-" He looked at his father's desk, to see him murdered, and his blood everywhere. He dropped to his knee's in shock. Sobs began feeling the room. He screamed in mourning and start punching the floor. "Who did this?!" He asked himself. He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. It picked up immediately.
"Taeyong. Get to dad's office immediately. Someone messed with the wrong family..."
Taglist: @nctzennikki09 @subbie-baby @yesohhsehun @chenlejjang
#haechan smut#mark lee#x reader#haechan#nct dream#mark lee smut#lee haechan#lee donghyuck#markhyuck#mark lee x reader#haechan x reader#mafia au#nct dream 00 line
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paint this town
paint this town by pududoll (aprilclash)
desc:
âWhat the fuck,â Lee Donghyuck says, sounding thirty per cent tired and one hundred forty per cent like a nightmare from Markâs high school days, the one where you find yourself walking around the school alleys completely naked from the waist down, except this is the nightmare where the boy you loved for approximately three years or maybe ten, kissed during prom night and dumped a few months later, wakes up in bed with you and acts like he hates your guts. And he has a mullet.
pairing:Â mahae
length:Â 53k words; 5/5 chapters
status:Â comp.Â
rating:Â m
genre & tags: smut, marriage/married au (accidental marriage), break up/make up au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers
note: oof this is a GOOD one. i could not put the phone down when i found this haha i had work the next day and had to wake up at 6 am but that did not stop me from reading until 3 am because i COULD NOT leave this unfinished. aprilclash !!! her mind !!!!!! she has a sexy brain fr đ€đ»
i also mentioned this one on a previous post because it has a part 2 that's just. smut. and yeah haha i probably should have posted this one first but priorities ig đ€·đ»ââïž
happy reading!! <3
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NCT Fic Recs #4
exercise in tension
by iubi
Warnings: Under-Negotiated Kink, Implied Smut
Relationships: Mark/Haechan
Description on AO3:
Donghyuck's AC breaks down.
My rating:
8/10, short but spicy. plus, "stepping on someone but in the erotic way" is a new favorite tag! the only thing is that i wish it were longer...
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Markhyuck fanfic
- smut
- dom/sub (not too much)
- feelings realization
- brat lee donghyuck
- brat taker mark
#markhyuck#lee donghyuck#haechan#mark lee#nct 127#nct dream#nct haechan#nct fanfic#kpop fanfic#kpop#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#smut#bxb#brat taming#wayv#kpop imagines#nct fic recs#nct smut#mahae#haemark#nct donghyuck#lee minhyung#men kissing#degrading k1nk
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