đź synopsis. your soccer star boyfriend decides to skip practice to spend some time with you, unfortunately, his frat brother roommate walks in on it.
cw/ tw.  big dick Jeno, unprotected sex, mentions of toys, cock warming, boob worship, boob massage, anal, praise, possessive!Jeno, vouyer!haechan, threesome, hyuck calls reader âmiss y/nâ cuz heâs a hoe, bickering, soft dom jeno, creampies, cumplay, coconut oil lube, squirting, spanking, dirty talk, âyouâre gayâ âno youâre gayâ, etcâŠ
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 4.1k
đ aus. frat au, soccer player au, boyfriend!Jeno, roommate!hyuck
âïžÂ mlist + an.Jeno and Hyuck are a power duo and thereâs not much more to be said about that
âRelax,â the man behind you says, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck while you writhe in his lap. Two large hands on your hips keep you mostly steady while your walls are forced to accommodate the biggest cock youâve ever been impaled upon-
Even after dating the guy for months -Â and having Jeno work you up with his fingers before this - prep is never enough.Â
Your boyfriend always fills you up so completely that itâs a miracle your guts arenât actually completely rearranged.
âCome on, baby,â his hands move away from your waist, and without the extra help keeping you up, you sink further down on his length-
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you hadnât been aware that markâs jealousy followed the rules of baseball â three strikes, and he snaps?
pairing: barista!bf!mark x reader
verse: college!au
rating: r
warnings&tags: unprotected sex, mentions of creampies (although not an actual one), hickeys, possessiveness and jealousy, exhibitionism, sort of phone sex in conjunction with said exhibitionism, oral (m!receiving), mark has an understated but unending obsession with mcâs stomach, tummy bulges, we always love an implicit bigdick!mark, donghyuck is kind of a little shit and basically he has to cross a few lines for this âplotâ to get to where it gets
word count: 20.3k
a/n: this is a bit rushed and panicked because I basically wrote it in a feverish 2.5ish days⊠iâm so sorry that the pacing might be a little off, especially since I can never tell if itâs actually too fast or not. this is also unedited and unbetaâd but oh well because i never edit my stuff before posting and just re-edit when I re-read! regardless, i hope itâs something that you can enjoy, and i couldnât pick between sweetest bf ever!mark and hottest mf ever!mark, so i guess you get a little bit of both!
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You should have noticed it the first time, but in your overall defense, you find most things that you take note of about Mark Lee to be more on the highly positive and greatly endearing side â or, maybe, you just have a tendency to paint him in that kind of light.
You canât really help it; heâs still got that halfway shy, softly adoring look in his eyes whenever he sees you, which is more often now than ever before, and you just canât do anything but reciprocate, if only to see his eyes grow a little brighter. You wonder if Markâs aware that if this were a Shakespearean scenario, youâd easily fall on your sword for him without question, for as long as he asked, but you donât think thereâs any pressing need to remind him â not with the way you spend most of your free time figuring out ways to be with him. Youâre certain he should know, what with the fact that every time he looks at you, even just a glimpse, your gaze is always on him, ready to make eye contact whenever he turns his head â something he often acknowledges with one of those signature blushes that spread like wildfire across his cheeks, up to the tips of his ears.
It also should be unmistakably clear that youâre head over heels for him, given how at least once a week, heâs got his face buried between your legs in an attempt to hear the thing he wants you to say the most (see: his name, in varying pitches and decibels) â but if he doesnât notice then, you canât hold it against him; Markâs mouth is so attentive that you doubt his mind is anywhere else apart from what inch of you his tongue is going to meet next in that moment. At least, that much is true for you.
He should at least know, what with you waiting for his classes to end so you can walk to Starbucks for his afternoon shift; you even race the twenty-minute distance to the Department of Mathematics, still holding your European Renaissance History textbook from your last lecture, just to make sure youâre there right as he gets out â a fact he has to know is an act of devotion, considering how often he finds you heaving for air and leaning your back against the brick wall outside the Accounting 150 Lab. Even his professor knows you as Mark Leeâs admirer, which is all well and good, but if you had the breath to spare, youâd correct his terminology for accuracy. Girlfriend. Youâre Mark Leeâs girlfriend.
Itâs a fact you donât mind reminding him of but that you actually have to do quite often, because when you call Mark the appropriate counterpart â boyfriend â his eyes still widen, like heâs hearing it for the first time. Itâs cute, just like everything else about him. You just have to wonder, at times, if he doesnât believe you.
Whatever. It doesnât matter; youâll just keep telling him.
You donât have any classes with Mark this semester, which is a shame, considering your favorite pastime over the last few months had just been to stare at his side profile and wish heâd look over so you could kiss him, but the fact that you spend almost every day with him now, using that time to remind him of how much you want to kiss him and actually getting it to do it right then and there, pretty much more than makes up for your previous schedule of daydreaming.
However, hanging out with him doesnât always mean youâre just with him; you came to learn this after the first week of the new semester, and youâve now gotten used to the fact that with Mark Lee sometimes comes his band of tall, often loud friends.
The loudest by far is Lee Donghyuck, the mysterious figure last semester that youâd only known by one syllable, now easily recognizable (and no longer enigmatic by any means to you) by his booming voice and even more demanding personality. Heâs supremely outgoing, a trait you canât say you mind, but thereâs an interesting contrast between Mark, who tends to say things after carefully considering his ideas, and Donghyuck, who seems to just burst out in fits of impulsive rambling that often leads to some kind of semi-structured debate. It kind of gives you whiplash, in a funny, slightly perplexing way.
The whole friend group likes to meet up at Starbucks while Mark is on his shift, and now that theyâve come to know you as that girl Mark didnât teach a single thing in College Algebra to but still somehow got lucky with (something youâve wasted immense efforts into correcting but have ultimately failed to do so), you now find yourself sitting with them, all somehow waiting for who appears to be the nucleus of this group to stop taking coffee orders and hang up his (cute, but youâre the only one that thinks so, actually) green apron.
Again, you donât mind it; new people arenât an issue to you, and youâre also interested in finding out more about Mark through those closest to him. You get to see the few ways theyâre alike in contrast to the staggering number of things that make them amusingly different from one another. Despite the broad spectrum of their intersecting interests, youâve come to learn, through the conversations youâve had to sit through over the last month, that they have varying opinions on said interests. For instance, you know theyâre all into video games, Japanese manga, and long-winding fantasy movies, but every conversation takes flight the moment thereâs even a spark of dissent from one person â and the source, usually (and quite unfortunately), is Lee Donghyuck himself.
Today is no exception.
âDude, youâre crazy,â Zhong Chenle practically seethes. Whether by sheer coincidence or actual desire, heâs the one who most often finds himself staring Donghyuck down, trying to bend the latterâs will into admitting defeat. Donghyuck, on the other hand, has mastered the art of looking supremely unperturbed, especially when Chenle is in the heat of his rage. âThe ninth was the worst, hands down.â
âArt and rendering were so solid.â Donghyuck raises a finger, and youâre not sure if itâs to start off a list or to shut Chenle up. You donât want to ask, anyway, too busy finding amusement in the shifting expressions of despair, rage, anguish, and murderous intent on the latterâs face to speak up. You presume thatâs why everyone else isnât stopping them â or maybe theyâre just preparing their own defenses and points to raise. âIntuitive combat and flawless combo chains. The fucking open world? Which other installment in the franchise offers that much depth in the gameplay?â
âDepth? Do you even hear yourself right now?â Chenle grips his head so tightly that when he pulls his hands away, there are actual red marks across his forehead and temple, and his bangs are askew. âWhat kind of depth comes from cloned movesets? The character designs are so stupidly traditional too. Andââ
âThereâs a unique kind of beauty in familiarity.â
âThe open world was a disaster,â Chenle plows on. âIt was so empty, and the map was the farthest thing from intuitive. Itâs quite literally the worst thing KOEI has ever done. Thatâs exactly why they went back to the limited map strategy in later installments. Even the spin-offs.â
âI thought the grappling and ambush systems were pretty intuitive. Ingenious, even.â
Itâs a singularly amusing sight â Chenle is one insult to his pride away from imploding, and Donghyuck is just checking the dirt under his nails like heâs waiting in line to take his school ID photo. Park Jisung, one of the quieter ones in the bunch, tries to diffuse the tension by clearing his throat and going âI actually really liked the Age Of Calamity Zelda one they released with all the different campaigns,â but that just goes unnoticed by either party.
âYou once failed an ambush play just because you were stuck behind a wall you couldnât scale. Donât say shit about the ambush and grappling mechanics.â
âUnlike some people sitting around this table, I learn from my mistakes. Thatâs also probably why some people â not naming names â just canât appreciate the artistic beauty that is Dynasty Warriors 9.â
Donghyuck doesnât even look up from his cuticles when Chenle explodes.
âYouâre fucking impossible!â
âCan you guys relax?â Lee Jeno, who had somehow miraculously found the space and silence in the breaths between the entire argument to doze off, opens one eye, only slightly irate. âYouâre making a scene over a dead game franchise.â
âItâs not dead; theyâre on hiatus,â both Chenle and Donghyuck chime in together, apparently finding a moment of unique solidarity to shoot Jeno down before going back to glaring daggers at each other. Jeno shrugs, gives everyone else at the table an I tried kind of exasperated expression, and settles back into his seat, the one eye already closing before heâs fully folded his arms across his chest.
Your eyes wander away from the group over to the counter. Youâre thankful for the fact that most of the time, you just get invited to share a table with them without necessarily being trapped in the middle of a conversation â especially one as heated as the one Chenle is prolonging while jabbing his finger accusingly at Donghyuck, as if heâs trying to pin a crime on the latter instead of just explaining why Donghyuckâs opinion is âborne of ignorance.â When theyâre all caught up in their business like this, you end up being able to revel in your more or less unobstructed view of Mark behind the baristaâs station, where heâs busy piping an extra helping of whipped cream on top of a strawberry frappuccino for a kid thatâs already jumping up and down next to the pick-up station.
The biting winter had already given way to the first signs of spring, and the Starbucks Mark works at has a supremely effective central heating system that allows people to shed their coats. This works in your favor, considering Mark wears nothing but a button-up shirt over his apron while he works, and heâs got this habit of rolling up his sleeves so they donât catch any stains. Youâre pretty sure he has a second motive, though; surely, heâs aware of how the view of his arms, muscles tightening under his skin whenever he even lightly grips something, drives you crazy. Youâd bet a monthâs allowance heâs doing it on purpose so that you start entertaining the thought of yelling at everyone in the branch to fuck off so you can grab him by the front of his stupid shirt so you can kiss his stupid face. Or ride it.
And for some inexplicable reason, he still has the audacity to act like thereâs nothing amiss. When he looks up at you right after pushing the frappuccino towards the little girl, his eyes still brighten, almost innocent in their gaze, the corners of his lips turning up surreptitiously, hiding the smile he seems to save for only you from everyone else in the room.
You smile back, but when he turns away to take someoneâs order, you let out a heavy sigh and take a long sip of your vanilla sweet cream cold brew until you start reaching the last dregs of it under the ice. Your brain pretty much cries out in protest, but you know it deserves as much as a mental cold shower for entertaining the thought of asking him to bend you over the counter at five-thirty in the afternoon in a Starbucks.
Stupid Mark. Stupid brain. Stupid fucking people in the room.
The warm breath in your ear alerts you to a slowly approaching presence, but you donât have the reflexes to turn back to its source before it starts talking.
âGot anything to add to either of our cases, ___________?â
âWhat?â Your palm comes up to rub your ear as Donghyuck pulls away, laughing lightly. Youâre sucked back into the foreground of the conversation, but youâre just as lost now as you had been before you started tuning them out in favor of your lust. âUh â no. Sorry. To be honest, I know nothing about⊠sorry, what were you guys talking about again?â
âSee, thatâs how normal people act,â Jeno grumbles, both his eyes flying open this time. âInstead of hosting a presidential debate about Dynasty Warriors.â
âNot that thereâs anything wrong with that.â Youâre quick to add, and Jeno looks mildly amused at your attempt to still mollify the rest of the group. âIâm sure I would have liked it. If, you know, I actually had been introduced to it at any point in my life.â
âAnd if you had, Iâm sure youâd have the taste to assert alongside me that the seventh installment was revolutionary,â Chenle sniffs, but heâs looking more pointedly at Donghyuck, whoâs still ignoring him, save for the fact that heâs now looking at you instead of at his nails (which doesnât feel like such a great upgrade).
âNah, sheâd be on my side. ___________ looks like sheâd appreciate a good, scenic open world and grappling system. Right?â
âUhâŠâ you say smartly.
âMan, shut up.â Chenle throws his hands in the air before he stands up, his chair scraping against the floor as he pushes it back with astounding force. âGot me so pissed off I need to pee now.â
You have no idea what the correlation is between getting annoyed and needing to use the bathroom, but even if you wanted to bring up your doubts â which you donât â Chenle is long gone before you can get your thoughts together. Itâs only when heâs out of earshot that Donghyuck leans in, almost conspiratorially, to whisper to you again.
âActually, I think the ninth sucks too. But isnât it kind of funny how worked up that fucker gets?â
âTo be honest, Iâve never known anyone with quite your talent in riling people up,â you admit, and even though youâre not sure what kind of meaning you want attached to that, you notice that he decides to take it as a compliment all on his own, his chest puffing out in pride. âToo bad I have no idea which opinion is really right, or Iâd weigh in, too.â
âNot a Dynasty Warriors kind of girl, then?â
âNo one is, Hyuck,â Jeno snorts, shaking his head. âYou two are the only people I know who still played that past the fifth installment.â
âFair. I nurture a love for old franchises.â Donghyuck leans back, looking supremely satisfied at how heâs managed to tick off one of his most important âto-doâ points of the day. âSo whatâs your poison, ___________?â
âWhatâs that mean?â
âYou a Gardenscapes kind of girl? Tekken? Maybe you like some good olâ fashioned LoL?â
âI honestly donât have the hand-eye coordination to play,â you confess. âI know Mark likes to play PUBG from time to time. I mostly just sit and ask questions, though. The few times I tried playing with him, I swear any normal person wouldâve cried. He had to babysit me like crazy. It was a miracle he didnât throw me out.â
âShe even tries to play with him,â Donghyuck whistles lowly. âDude, howâd Mark get a chick like you?â
âMeaning?â
âYouâre way too good for that dope.â His laugh is light and good-natured. âNever thought a moony-eyed weirdo like him would actually wind up with his dream girl â which heâs called you, more than once, by the way. Fucking disgusting, but⊠I get it. Doesnât make it less crazy or weird to hear, though.â
âSorry to put you through that.â You smile, using your straw to stir the contents of your cup. A warmth spreads through your shoulders and down your arms to the tips of your fingers as you digest what Donghyuckâs just said to you, and you find your eyes trailing back to Mark, whoâs pulling off his apron. His eyes are already fixed on you, and when you lock gazes, he mouths a wait for me that makes you want to squeeze the life out of something in pure joy. You settle for a soft sigh. âI guess it wonât help if I say your friend over thereâs my dream guy.â
âIt absolutely will not,â Donghyuck groans, faking a gagging noise that has you laughing. âBut tell you what â if you ever get tired of Mark playing PUBG and ignoring you like the clown he is, Iâll find you someone else more your speed.â
âNo thanks,â you snort, taking the last sip of your drink. âMore than that, Iâd just want to be some kind of helpful to him if I ever play with him again.â
âWe can help you with that too,â Jisung volunteers. âJeno taught me the basics. Iâm sure he can teach you too.â
âYeah, and Iâm guessing youâd be a better student than mister âhow come you didnât tell me I had to focus the crosshairs myselfâ over here,â Jeno chuckles, surreptitiously pointing at Jisung when you cast him a questioning look.
âIâm pretty good at sneak attacks myself.â Donghyuck makes a show of pretending to slice your neck before grinning smugly. âWeâll take care of you. Mark wonât know what hit him next time.â
âWhatâs happening to me next time?â
You feel Mark before you see him, his hand landing on your head lightly and smoothing your hair back in an idle, gentle motion to announce his presence. You look up at him, already beaming, and he returns the favor as his hand settles on your shoulder.
âWe were just talking about replacing you. Both as a friend and as a boyfriend, for your poor little dream girl here whoâs just too nice to turn you down.â Donghyuck lies like itâs second nature; you wonder if thatâs a Finance major thing or just a him thing.
âAnd youâre offering that to someone who didnât ask for it?â Mark snorts, nudging Chenleâs bag over so he can sit in the empty spot.
âSheâs so caught up in your sticky little web that she canât struggle against you.â Donghyuck feigns a heavy sigh that suggests he feels sorry for you before he puts a hand on your free shoulder, shaking his head in a convincing kind of pity. âIâll save you, so donât worry. Mark canât keep his grubby hands on you forever. Whenever you need to be saved, Iâll come a-running to free you.â
Thereâs a tightness on one shoulder that disrupts the balance of your torso, and you find yourself leaning closer to Mark. Your hand finds its way to his knee, giving it a light squeeze under the table, and his grip loosens by a fraction. Donghyuckâs as quick to let go as he is to hang on.
âWe were just talking about PUBG,â you correct, and Markâs eyes snap to you. âI was asking for help â you know, so I wonât drag you down the next time I join in?â
âI donât mind whatever you do in-game.â Heâs quick to comfort you, even if you donât actually need it, but it feels warm and cold âIâm just glad you wanna try it with me.â
âNo, but I kind of want to learn too. So it can be fun for both of us. Also so you donât have to keep avenging me after five minutes,â you laugh. Mark cracks a smile then, and you donât realize his expression had been slightly harder until it softens under your gaze.
âThen Iâll teach you next time.â
âNo, I want to surprise you with how cool I get. And then next time, Iâll even beat you.â You turn to Donghyuck, slightly unsure. âUh⊠I can beat him, canât I?â
âIf you play different teams, yeah,â he confirms. âTrust me. Iâll help you kick his ass.â
âOr weâll both kick yours,â Mark chuckles, his grasp now tightening and loosening intermittently. Heâs massaging your shoulder lightly, and you end up sinking deeper into his side. You donât miss the slightly nauseated amusement that passes across Donghyuckâs face nor the way he mouths âsapâ to Mark, who ignores this comment in its entirety.
âYo, hotpot at seven? Renjunâs asking,â Chenle announces as he returns to your table, his phone in one hand and a crumpled paper towel in the other. âJaemin canât make it, though. Study group or whatever shit he always says.â
âIâm down,â Donghyuck immediately replies, and Chenleâs eyes shoot heavenward, like heâs already asking for the divine strength to not sock Donghyuck in the face later.
âCanât,â Jeno yawns, both his arms outstretched as he tries to move the sleep out of his spine. âPre-test tomorrow.â
âDude, itâs a pre-test,â Donghyuck rolls his eyes. âYou donât have to study if theyâre just testing how much you know before studying.â
âGotta study all the same.â
âI gotta pass too,â Jisung looks actually apologetic. âI promised my mom Iâd help her move some stuff to my auntâs place tonight.â
âBoring,â Chenle grumbles before turning to the both of you. âLovebirds?â
âRain check,â Mark shakes his head. âFamily dinner. My brotherâs home for the weekend. How about Monday instead? Most of us canât make it anyway. At least Jaemin doesnât have study group either.â
âIf thatâs even what that weirdoâs doing,â Chenle sighs, already punching in a message to send to Renjun. âFine; Iâll ask about Monday. You guys better actually reply to the goddamn group chat. I canât coordinate in six different private chats ever again.â
âYou can put my name down already,â Mark casts you a sideway glance, and you nod immediately. âTwo names, actually.â
âIâm good on Monday too. When we see each other again, Iâll bring some prospects for you to sift through,â Donghyuck adds to you, and you laugh. âCool guys. Jocks. I know this upperclassman all the girls say is really hot. I think I still have his Messenger from when we did a group discussion last semester.â
âIâll have Mark look at them so he can reject them all for me,â you promise. Donghyuck feigns affront before looking at Mark in utter disbelief.
âHow the fuck did you snag a girl like this, man?â
âIâm pretty sure she once told me I⊠what did you say?â Mark glances at you amusedly. âI had some moves, I guess.â
âYou mean stutter and blush in her presence?â Donghyuck canât decide how to look at you without being even the slightest bit offensive; he just settles on incredulity. âAnd that won you over?â
âMost powerful move in the Mark Lee playbook,â you shrug, grinning. âHad me from the first âum,â and heâs had me ever since.â
âYou lucky son of a bitch,â Donghyuck snorts, and neither of you misses the slightly abashed but unmistakable smugness in Markâs face when you lean in to rest your head on his shoulder.
The second time it happens is on that Monday, in a far more noticeable capacity. You just arenât quick enough to read the signs, as usual.
But in your defense (again), it hadnât felt all that significant.
âFuck, this is spicy,â Na Jaemin sucks air in through his teeth and lets it out in a sharp whistle thatâs broken by a laugh thatâs not necessarily at anything funny. Maybe heâs just laughing at the sheen of sweat across his forehead that he has to wipe off with the other side of his napkin.
Miraculously, the hotpot plan pushes through, with no small amount of effort in coordination on Chenleâs part; heâd even texted you just to make sure heâd gotten the head count right, despite the fact that Mark had already confirmed your attendance twice over. Even the often elusive Na Jaemin, who always seems to have one or another study group to attend on most nights, manages to come and is currently busy mixing his peanut sauce in his little bowl with such vigor that you canât help but wonder if heâs not trying to drown the mala-flavored strips of meat in it completely.
âThatâs why I said you need a bowl of water for dipping, you dimwit,â Donghyuck points his chopsticks at Jaeminâs messy plate in a way you can only describe as nagging, even if thatâs actually impossible. âYouâve got super mala breath now.â
âDonât know about me, but I can smell yours all the way from over here,â Jaemin quips back with an easy kind of nonchalance, hastily ducking the balled-up napkin that goes flying across the table. It lands on the floor behind his chair harmlessly.
Itâs nice, you think, that Markâs friends like to invite you to their outings now; despite all the jokes theyâve made at his expense, theyâve been consistently open to having you around. Youâre not necessarily the type of couple that acts in a way that disgusts people into moving to a completely different table anyway, and you allow their conversations to unfold easily without ever interrupting, so you think that this arrangement works for all parties involved.
Theyâre even louder outside Starbucks, youâve come to note; the restaurant is significantly busier than the cafe anyway, filled with people on their company dinners, so Markâs friends all seem to want to rival that boisterous energy. Weirdly, you like it, even when theyâre already half off their seats and one (Chenle) is just about to strangle the other (Donghyuck). The laughter flows freely, and thereâs a messiness to the whole affair that makes it impossible to feel uncomfortable.
Even Mark pipes in occasionally, offering his opinion on topics he knows much more about than you, and you canât help but admire how everyone listens to him when he starts to speak, even if he has nothing realistically important to say. His friends might find it odd that youâd been so drawn to him, but they just donât know that even theyâre victims of Markâs natural magnetism, also falling quiet and eager to hear his voice, his light-hearted laugh, in response to the things they say.
But even when heâs mostly distracted by conversation, thereâs a part of him that continuously pays attention to you in his own way. He nudges his ginger and soy sauce bowl towards you with the side of his wrist so you can dip your beef in, even if youâd adamantly declined him giving you your own bowl of it in the first place (youâd always thought you were peanut sauce or nothing kind of girl, but one sneaky venture into Markâs sauce proved you wrong). His hand hovers over your head when you drop your chopsticks and bend over to pick them up from where theyâve rolled under the table, making sure youâre bump-free when you resurface.
And his palms always, always settle somewhere on you, no matter what heâs doing. If one hand is busy feeding himself, the other is intent on warming your thigh, passing over the denim in slow, steady strokes. His fingers tickle your knee when you laugh, just to make you laugh a little harder â youâd even almost kneed the table at one point, much to Huang Renjunâs alarm. But the most common place for his arm is around you, fingers lightly bunched into the side of your shirt, like heâs worried loosening his grip on you further will cause you to vanish. It keeps him close to you, keeps his scent and warmth washing over you in gentle waves, so much so that you often have to remind yourself that heâll be the target of much light-hearted mockery if you so much as lean into him and rest your head on his shoulder.
But itâs hard to resist it, especially when his hand seems to be intent on outlining every curve on that side, passing over your hip and dipping into your waist. The motion allows him to slowly but surely lift the fabric of your shirt, up until thereâs just enough of an opening for his palm to slip under, and suddenly itâs much warmer on that side, with the light roughness of his hand grazing at your skin. His fingers always stretch apart, like heâs trying to feel as much of you as he can, and the pads of his digits have a tendency to graze the plane of your stomach â his nails sometimes even travel featherlight just next to your navel, etching out words you canât really decipher. Like heâs writing a message just for you.
It makes you feel like no matter what heâs doing, a part of his mind is always on you.
âYou guys want to see that new horror movie? The Ghost Within, I think itâs called,â Jisung asks the group from over at the other end of the table, having to raise his voice significantly to make sure it isnât swept away by the raucous laughter from across the restaurant. âI think itâs coming out in a week or two.â
âIâd be okay with it,â Renjun shrugs, although he doesnât look enthused. âKind of looks like a cliche horror with all those cheap jump scares and shit, but Iâm down if you all are.â
A wave of assent passes over the group in general, but you notice Mark doesnât immediately respond. You take this opportunity to lean in and confess your stance.
âIf I have to sit around and watch a ghost pop out at me from a big-ass movie screen, you may never again see me in the same wonderful light you do today,â you warn. âRemember me as I am, not as I will be, Mark Lee.â
He snorts, coughing lightly as a mixture of ginger and fishcake sticks in his throat. âYeah â weâll pass, I think.â
âScaredy-cat,â Donghyuck teases, and youâre surprised that Mark doesnât come to his own defense. Thereâs something romantic in him not wanting to be the one to sell you out, but you suppose thereâs also a kind of chivalry in being the one to take the bullet.
âActually, Iâm the one who canât handle it well,â you smile in apology. âSorry. I donât have much of a reputation, so to speak, but what elegance may be attached to my name, however misplaced, is something I really want to maintain. At least until I graduate.â
âIn short, you donât want Mark to see you scream and cry,â Chenle deduces. You canât even find fault in him figuring it out so quickly.
âBingo.â
âWell, we can solve the problem,â Donghyuck claps his hands, getting everyoneâs attention for no good reason. â__________, you sit beside me, and Mark can sit on the far end of the row. With how dark it is, he wonât see anything, and I get to sit next to a cute girl in a movie theater. Win-win.â
âThanks for the offer,â you laugh, shaking your head. âBut itâs not a win-win if I accidentally grab your hand out of instinct.â
âIt is to me,â Donghyuck winks, and you feel Markâs hand stop brushing over your stomach. His fingers curl in lightly, almost like heâs trying to make a fist but canât quite get to that point out of personal restraint. âOr better yet, you could do what we all think you should do and dump Mark for someone you wonât be ashamed to cry in front of. I, for one, would not even bother to comment on whatever emotions youâre going through in the middle of a movie, so what do you say? Itâs a pretty sweet deal, in my humble opinion. Me versus Mark Lee. The showdown of the century, right here in Hai Di Lao.â
Youâve noticed that the more Donghyuck piles onto his little teasing rampage, the more forcefully Mark tugs you over; his fingers arenât just skimming over your skin but have now grown into the habit of gently pinching it, as if begging for your attention. It feels nice but also a little urgent, although itâs hard for you to understand why; the whole foundation of this group is built on teasing each other until someone (Chenle) snaps and lobs a bottle cap at someone else (Donghyuck), so it should be normal for Mark to be at the receiving end of some light banter.
âShould we ask the hostess to referee the match, then?â You ride along with the joke.
âNo way. Youâre the one calling the shots.â Donghyuck sits up a little straighter, putting on a smug face. âOkay, pick, __________. Me or Mark; whoâs got the better punches?â
You make a show of acting thoughtful, even tapping your chin to pretend considering it deeply, but there was never any doubt on your choice. Still, you canât really decipher the sudden slowness, the light tremble in Markâs palm as it travels to your hip, where it settles, heavy, over the curve.
âItâs a complete knock-out,â you finally announce, grinning. âChampionship belt goes to Mark.â
âMan, if I had a girlfriend as straight-shooting about her feelings for me as you are about your feelings for Mark, Iâd propose in a day, max,â Jeno groans, half-exasperated and half-amused all at once.
âMan mustâve saved a nation or something in his past life,â Donghyuck grimaces. âNo way he deserves a girl this hot and crazy about him. Hey â got any tips on stopping natural disasters or something? I could use a sexy, loyal girlfriend in my next life. Or maybe Iâll just poach yours in this one and see what it feels like.â
âI would actually deck you, so donât even try it,â Mark snorts, his arm now winding full around your waist. Youâre flush against his side, and he uses this opportunity to do something he doesnât often do in front of his friends: show explicit affection by pressing a light kiss just behind your ear. It tickles, his breath grazing your earlobe, and you giggle, squirming in his hold. All he does is smile and pull you in tighter.
The billâs split eight ways, but Markâs fishing out cash to pay for your share even before you can get your wallet out from the bottom of your bag; itâs one of those quick, instinctive moves he likes to use on you, where he pushes the money and sends the bill back to the staff before you can even protest in full, so you have to settle on thanking him by returning the earlier favor â landing a peck on his cheek, which flushes a warm and contented pink the moment your lips make contact.
You just pointedly ignore the snickers that run around the table, particularly from Donghyuck and Jaemin.
The group splits ways at the front of the school dorms; most of them head in after their goodbyes, while Chenle backtracks towards his apartment building off-campus, mumbling something about how he hopes his roommateâs in because he accidentally left his key in the bowl next to their doorway. Mark should be piling in with the rest into the dorms, but he has a habit of insisting that he take you to the subway station; youâve long since given up on convincing him against tagging along, mostly because he looks slightly hurt whenever you try to get him to stay put. Youâre not going to complain anyway; for as much as you like being around Markâs friends, itâs even better when you have this little slice of alone time despite the hassle it brings him.
Your fingers are linked when you walk under the street lights, the campus road leading to the station entrance significantly less busy at this time of evening; itâs cool enough for you to have an excuse to press yourself into Markâs form, and he accepts this additional burden with an immense amount of grace, his arm finding its way around you again. Two minutes later, his palm is pressed against your bare skin once more, rubbing small, gentle circles just above your pelvis.
A part of you wonders if youâll be able to do this â lean in, flush against him â when the summer heat starts to stick, but rather than really worrying about the logistics, you realize youâre more hung up on the idea of spending this summer with him.
âSorry,â Mark murmurs out of the blue. Your eyebrows shoot up, and he looks down at you sheepishly. âIsnât hanging out with my friends kind of driving you crazy?â
You hum in thought before shaking your head in resolution. âNot really. Not in a bad way, at least. I like how close you guys all are â and how big the group is. Itâs usually just Yeji and Jisu with me, and theyâre definitely not as rowdy. The change of pace is pretty fun.â
âYeji and Jisu,â he echoes. âYour best friends. I havenât met them yet, have I?â
âNot yet. Jisu started a part-time job across town, so we canât get our schedules to align right just yet.â Your hip collides gently with his. âShould I let you, though?â
âOne day⊠I think it would be nice to hang out with a less migraine-inducing crowd for a change.â
âIâll tell them, then. They want to meet you.â You crane your neck up slightly, lowering your voice into a hushed whisper thatâs completely unnecessary. âThey want to know if youâre as cute as you look in your pictures.â
Mark draws back, laughing incredulously. âHow do they know what my pictures look like?â
âI stalked your Instagram and showed them,â you answer simply. He throws you a funny look thatâs equal parts disbelief and amusement. âThey liked that one with the Spider-man costume.â
âPlease donât,â he groans, passing a hand over his face. âI should have taken that down, but I didnât think anyone would care.â
âWhy? I like it.â Your handâs the one that manages to slip under his sweater this time, fingers trailing down his stomach; you feel him suck it in for a second in surprise before he lets out an exhale.
âI canât ever understand whatâs going through your head,â he chuckles, and you think itâs unfair that he manages to extract your hand from under the fabric while his is still firmly pressed against the side of your stomach. âYou saw that and still wanted to date me?â
âMark Lee, you simply underestimate how much I adore you. Itâs kind of hurting my feelings at this rate.â
Youâre just a few inches shy of the circle of light cast by the subway station sign. Your feet try to bring you forward, but Mark lingers behind, just outside the curve of soft white on the pavement, and his hand slips from under your shirt. You turn, and his hand skims down your arm instead, fingers locking around your wrist. With the slight distance between you, it looks like youâre caught in motion.
âI still canât wrap my head around it sometimes.â
âWhat?â
âI just look over at you and feel like itâs not real. Like youâre going to disappear, and Iâm just going to wake up from a dream and see you the next day, just some other stranger who doesnât even know my name.â He licks his lips, and you want to reach out and kiss him already, but you know he isnât done talking. âAnd Iâm going to remember how much I liked you in that dream, but you wonât ever feel that same way.â
âYou know Iâm right here, though, donât you?â Your fingers mimic his, squeezing around his wrist. âYou can feel me. Iâm here with you.â
Hesitation flashes across his face even when he nods, and you notice his eyes flit down to his shoes before looking back up at you â a habit of avoidance you know heâs trying to correct. âSometimes I have to wonder if theyâre right.â
âIf⊠whoâs right?â
âThem.â He jerks his thumb back in the general direction of the school dorms. âThe guys. You know â when they ask me how I got a girl like you⊠the truth is, I donât even really know. They canât believe it, and itâs so crazy to me that I still sometimes canât myself. So I start wondering ifââ
You donât let him finish this time; itâs rude to interrupt, you know, but you also know that what heâs about to say is probably something neither of you wants to hear anyway. Your lips connect with his, firm and demanding, and his words die in his throat, melting into a soft groan that vibrates against your skin. When you pull away, you donât create the same distance, and Markâs hands find their way to your waist, slightly trembling.
âTheyâre wrong,â you murmur, a quiet strength in your voice. âSo stop wondering and just be with me.â
A smile starts tugging on the corners of his mouth, and the next moment, heâs nodding in assent, in wholehearted agreement, and the next kiss you share is one he starts, far more gentle than earlier.
âNext time I catch you entertaining nonsensical thoughts, thereâll be consequences.â
âAre you threatening me?â His laugh is colored with incredulity.
âYes.â Your tone is firm, but your grin gives away too much of the jest. âMaybe Iâll ground you for a week, or something really childish.â
âIâd take it if you were with me.â
âThatâs not how it works,â you snort, gently flicking the tip of his nose. He scrunches it on impact. âYouâd be in solitary. You must reflect on your actions and all that nonsense. Meanwhile, Iâll be out having some good hotpot with everyone else.â
âIf that happens, promise me one thing, then.â He maneuvers your stance until youâre both back in the blanket of darkness, just out of reach of the subway entrance. âDonât sit next to Donghyuck.â
âAnd let him and Chenle give me an earful about how bad-slash-good the first Human Centipede movie was all over again? I think not.â
âNo, really.â Mark buries his face into your neck, and you hear the quiet inhale as he breathes in your scent. On instinct, your hand comes up to thread through his hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp. âI donât want you sitting there and hearing him talk your ear off about how much I donât deserve you or that heâll help you find someone better.â
âYou know heâs just joking â and Iâm just joking, right?â
âJust promise me.â
You pause, wondering if itâs in your best interest to tease him for whatever act heâs pulling, but thereâs a shortness to his breathing that makes the whole situation feel weirdly tense. Heâs really waiting for something â an answer. The right answer, maybe.
âI promise,â you finally say, and you know youâve said the correct thing when Markâs lips press a soft kiss to your collarbone, like heâs sealing in your vow.
On the third time, Mark pretty much gives up.
The strangest thing is that it starts at a time when youâre not even actually together; if you had to pinpoint the exact moment, it probably had to be when Donghyuck had walked you to the dorm from library. No â maybe even before that. Somewhere in the time youâd spent in there, heâd thought up yet another way to push Markâs buttons. You just didnât really know the exact minute heâd first seen you with Jung Jaehyun.
You donât know how Jaehyun does it; he skips half his classes and somehow doesnât even get in trouble, let alone fail. Youâd only met him last semester, but he was just about the only person who was halfway familiar in your Anthropology 120 class, so you thought you could at least feel comfortable enough to chat with him about the weather or what had happened in the last meeting. You donât expect him to strong-arm you into being something of a literal proxy for him; the first week of the semester, youâd spend almost each lecture period gnawing on your nails and fretting over the fact that your signature for attendance looked nothing like his. By the second week, youâd already come to realize that it doesnât matter because he had only attended one lecture â the first one â thus far and your professor was as clueless about Jaehyunâs handwriting as you. By the fourth week, you had resigned yourself to being his slightly unwilling associate for his random escapades, allowing him to copy off your notes and turning in his homework for him.
Now that you think about it, thatâs probably how he does it.
You sacrifice your free time for him today, caged up in a library for pretty much the afternoon. You canât help but resent him, not just because the whole room is stuffy and the librarian keeps passing by, clucking to remind people not to litter between shelves, but also because youâd much rather do things that are important to you â like pretending to flirt with Mark for the first time when you place your order and watching him act like itâs the first time youâre saying something so sweet to him, except heâs definitely not pretending. Instead of watching Markâs face color that cute shade of pink and that sweet little smile pull at his mouth until heâs basically biting his lips back to stop himself from grinning, you have to bore yourself with the sight of Jaehyun trying to decipher your handwriting.
âYou should really be more legible with your strokes.â He has the audacity to chastise you as if heâs the one doing you a favor by giving you constructive criticism.
âYou should really come to class more often,â you bite back, although thereâs no real heat to your words. You just look out the window and watch the sun sink down behind the university hospital building, wondering if thereâs a chance youâll still be able to catch Mark before his shift ends.
âWould if I could.â
âYou actually fucking can,â you say tiredly, and even the way he turns the page is so impossibly slow. âCanât you just take a picture?â
âNah; writing it down carefully really helps my retention of this kind of stuff.â
âSo take a picture and then write it down carefully.â
âWith your ridiculous handwriting? Iâd probably fail.â
âSo come to class and write it yourself!â
Your hiss increases in pitch, and it calls the attention of the librarian over to you. She swoops in, clicking her tongue, but sheâs not even looking at you. Her eyes are zoned in on Jaehyun, who meets her gaze with so much innocence itâs hard to imagine youâd wanted to smack him two minutes ago.
âJung Jaehyun,â the librarian snaps in an undertone. The slow, punctuated way she says his name suggests she knows him fairly well â and not in a great way. âI see youâre back in here after your probationary period.â
âSorry for the trouble, Mrs. Park.â He grins up at her, looking anything but apologetic. âI promise I wonât get in your way again today.â
âAnd this oneââ She points to you, and you point to yourself in shock at being pointed to, and Jaehyunâs pointing at you and mouthing âthis oneâ with excessive mirth in his eyes. âIsnât another one of those girls you plan on defiling my sacred space with?â
Jaehyun says âwe didnât defile anythingâ at the same time you say Iâm going to throw up, and the librarian just adds to the noise by shushing you on top of that jumble of words.
âIâll be keeping a close eye on you two,â Mrs. Park warns before stalking away, tutting at a library assistant for wrongly shelving a volume of Encyclopedia Brittanica.
âPlease, Jaehyun,â you groan, crossing your arms over the table and flattening your forehead against them. âJust hurry up. Release me.â
He ignores you, still leaning closer to your notebook to decipher your handwriting. âI would like to set the record straight and make it known I didnât fuck anyone in the library.â
âWhatâd you get probation for, then?â
âJust making out.â You notice he has the energy to grin wickedly even without meeting your eye, even while heâs still scrawling on his own notebook, and you groan something incoherent and irate once again. âWhat are you in such a big hurry for, anyway?â
âHas it ever occurred to you,â you grumble, raising your head. âThat some people might want to do better things than sit here and watch you write stuff for ages?â
âNo,â comes his simple reply. You bop your head onto your arms a few times in the hope that the impact will shake you out of this nightmare and youâd find yourself waking up in Markâs arms instead, but you have no such luck. âBy better things, do you mean fucking Mark Lee in someone elseâs bedroom? Thatâs real defilement, by the way.â
âHowâd you hear about that?â You squeeze your eyes shut and growl under your breath. âFucking Youngho.â
âYou doing that too?â
âShut â please, would you hurry?â
He pointedly purses his lips in an effort to keep himself from letting out what you can only assume is, by the glint in his eyes, a witchâs cackle. âAlmost done, man. Relax a bit. So did you guys get together â like, together together?â
You initially contemplate not telling him, but Jaehyunâs nosiness is probably going to reveal the truth to him sooner or later anyway. âYeah. Whatâs it to you, though?â
âNothing. Youâre lucky.â
For the first time today, you feel like Jaehyun has finally said something right. âYeah â yeah, I am.â
âI bet his friends donât seem to think so.â
âIs this something you know because itâs a guy thing or because youâre so nosy that you just canât help but listen in on every other juicy conversation around you?â
âA bit of both,â he chuckles. âMostly just because I know Lee Donghyuck was giving him a hard time about it last semester.â
âI noticed that too â a bit, anyway. But itâs just banter, I think.â
âProbably. Imagine being his friend and getting a girlfriend; itâs like⊠the perfect ammunition for teasing. But Iâm pretty sure half of the things that come out of his mouth are jokes meant to annoy.â
âWhat about yours?â
âI get it,â he sighs, shutting your notebook resolutely. It makes a thud that alerts the librarian two tables away, and she glares at you like youâre climbing onto Jaehyunâs lap in the middle of the References on the Korean War aisle. âIâll set you free. Thanks, by the way, for letting me copy from you. Same time next week?â
âOr how about you look up the schedules for our classes and actually come instead of piggybacking off of my efforts and making snarky remarks about my handwriting while youâre taking advantage of my goodwill?â
âSounds like too much effort on my end,â he yawns, waving you off as you stuff your notebook into your bag. âLater, ___________. Say hi to Mark for me. The normal way â not the girlfriend way, please.â
You stick your tongue out at him before you make a mad dash for the door, ignoring Mrs. Park as she shushes your footsteps on the marble. Youâre so intent on fishing your phone out of your bag that you almost ram the door into the person standing behind it.
âOh, fuckâ Jesus, Iâm sorry, I waâ wait, Donghyuck?â
âGreat to see you too, ___________.â He rubs his jaw where the edge of the door grazed it. âYou in a rush?â
âI was just about to go see if Mark was still at Starbucks.â
âHis shiftâs probably almost over. Iâm headed back to the dorm if you wanna tag along.â When you nod, he starts leading the way, breaking the silence again soon after. âWere you in a study group, or something?â
âNo,â you jerk your thumb backwards towards the minuscule form of Jaehyun, whoâs now busy wasting time and space playing something on his phone where youâd left him. Donghyuckâs eyebrows shoot up. âHeâs my classmate who never comes to class. I was just lending him my notes.â
âOh, Jaehyun, yeah.â Donghyuck snaps his fingers. âWe were classmates last semester. He never went to class either, but I donât know who he mooched off of to pass. You guys close?â
âNot really. I just fell into the trap of being too nice to him.â
âItâs funny,â he hums, stuffing his hands into his pockets. âJaehyun seems more your speed. On paper, at least.â
You canât help but look taken aback, and Donghyuck laughs at your expression. âWhat do you mean, my speed?â
âNot sure.â He pauses, trying to find the right words to explain himself. âSomeone whoâd fit more into your social circles. Someone who probably likes Formula One and considers menâs health magazines to be classic literature.â
âThatâs your impression of my social circle?â
âYou know what I mean. People like Jung Jaehyun or Seo Youngho. I literally thought you were dating him last semester, so it was totally crazy to hear you asked Mark out.â He scratches the back of his neck. âLike⊠you asked him out. Not even the other way around. Thatâs ridiculous.â
âWhy?â You know he doesnât mean anything bad by it; Donghyuck has next to no filter, and something about him being unable to process your relationship is honestly a little funny. âA girl canât ask a guy out?â
(You try not to think too hard about the fact that up until youâd cornered him in Younghoâs room, you had been praying to whatever god could hear you to convince Mark Lee to do the romanticist thing and ask you out.)
âNah, dude. Like⊠a girl like you asked a guy like him out.â
âI didnât ask him out because he was a guy like that,â you say pointedly. âI asked him out because he was a guy I liked. I wouldnât have asked anyone else out if it werenât him.â
Donghyuck falls quiet for a while, and only the crunching of the leaves underfoot accompanies your walk. âYou really like him that much, huh?â
âIâm crazy about him.â His nose scrunches up like heâs been hit with a horrible smell, and you laugh. âCan you stop giving him a hard time? Or tone it down? I know you probably donât like itââ
Donghyuckâs chuckle is light and easy. âIâm not teasing him because I hate it; letâs be clear on that. I actually really like that you guys are together. Iâve never seen him this happy with anything or anyone.â
âThen why are youââ
âBecause heâs Mark.â A devilish grin creeps up his features as he holds the door to the dorm lobby open for you. âAnd teasing him is my favorite thing to do.â
You shake your head; you canât help your amusement, but youâre not sure you fully understand this kind of friendship. You suppose if Mark is okay with it in its totality, then there isnât much you can say to change it either.
The next twenty minutes pass in comfortable back-and-forths; Donghyuck is, as you already have learned, an expert conversationalist, and while he doesnât aggravate you the way he does Chenle, he does manage to navigate a quick-fire kind of exchange of thoughts and information that allows you to see the speed at which he thinks. Thereâs barely any lag between when he digests what you say and when he responds. You suppose thereâs a measure of wit in that, but itâs also a little bemusing to see someone speak without at least running it through the conscience checker every once in a while. You decide youâve never met anyone quite like Lee Donghyuck before.
Heâs in the middle of asking you what the Anthropology professor is like because heâs planning on taking it as an elective if he can when you notice a familiar figure pushing into the lobby, backpack swinging on a folded elbow.
âMark!â The brief confusion on his face morphs into a surprised joy when he spots you on the couch, even though a bit of it lingers upon recognizing that Donghyuck is seated next to you. He walks over in long strides, and your posture straightens to meet his palm as it comes down gently against the crown of your head again; it bumps lightly, causing the both of you to laugh.
âHey, you.â His voice is warm and fond in its greeting, and you beam up at him. âDid you have a busy afternoon?â
âUnfortunately. Did you just get back from your shift?â
âI passed by the co-op to check out the new university letter jackets. Designâs pretty dope.â He nods towards the elevator. âYou wanna head up for a little bit?â You almost get to respond before your companion cuts in instead.
âHey. Canât you see weâre having a riveting conversation over here?â Donghyuck sniffs, making a show of hitting Markâs shin lightly with the heel of his shoe. âHave some respect.â
âIs the conversation so riveting that I canât take my girl for the evening at all?â
You mouth out a no, but Donghyuckâs flair for dramatics has him humphing and shoving Markâs hand away from your hair. âYeah, man. At least let us finish up.â
âWhatâs this even about?â
âHow Jung Jaehyun asked her out in the library today,â Donghyuck replies easily. You start, shaking your head immediately, but Markâs jaw slackens a little upon hearing this. Donghyuck continues loudly over your protests, and you canât keep your voice straight because youâre adamant and yet, somehow, still laughing incredulously in your shock. âOh, dude, let me tell you. He had his arm around her like this â and he was giving her the bedroom eyes⊠I wouldnât have blamed her if she folded, honestly.â
âMark, no,â your stupid gasp comes out as half a giggle as a result of Donghyuck trying to reenact his imaginary scenario. Heâs slung his arm across your shoulders and pulled himself in, doing his best expression of a pleading dogâs gaze, which is both perplexing and hilarious. âHeâs just kiddingââ
âThen he got all close like thisââ Donghyuck presses his forehead against yours, and the view he allows himself blocks him from having to look at Mark. You, on the other hand, are still trying to resist a misunderstanding, your palms up and every part of your body that can move shaking vehemently, but you can see Markâs face turn a violent shade of red you canât remember having seen from him before. âSpoke all low â you remember he had that sexy, husky voice, right? â
âHeâs just messing with you,â you wheeze out, trying to extract yourself from Donghyuckâs hold, but he only tightens his arm around your neck, almost to the point where you canât inhale properly.
âAnd he said âyouâre the hottest chick Iâve ever seenââ then you know what he did, Markie?â
Mark doesnât respond; youâre not even sure if he can, considering his Adamâs apple is bobbing dangerously like heâs one misstep away from exploding. You laugh again, stupidly, because you donât know what else to do; you know Donghyuckâs teasing him, and you know Mark usually takes it in stride, but youâve also never seen the latter look so focused on anything that didnât involve a math problem or eating you out. âNo, really, nothing hapââ
You donât even have the space to finish your sentence. Donghyuckâs too quick when he grabs your face and plants a comedically sloppy kiss on your cheek, bursting out in laughter when he pulls away. You can only sit there, probably as stunned as Mark looks, raising your hand slowly to wipe the spittle Donghyuck left behind in his wake.
âOh, Jesus,â Donghyuck rasps out between snorts. âYour face is priceless, man.â
âNot funny,â Mark grumbles, and thereâs a hoarseness to his voice that makes you feel like itâs barely controlled.
âAlso not true. I just bumped into her on the way from the library. We were talking about one of her classes or whatever.â Donghyuck dramatically wipes the tears from his eyes, and you sigh, nudging him. âSorry, sorry. I couldnât resist. Man, donât even worry. Sheâs downright crazy about you. Even if Jung Jaehyun had asked her outââ
âAnyway.â Mark reaches down, lacing your fingers together, pulling you up and closer to his side like heâs worried youâll catch Donghyuckâs crazy. âIf thatâs all of itâŠâ
âYeah, yeah. You two lovebirds go moon over each other already. I just love seeing your face like that.â
Mark snorts, yanking on Donghyuckâs earlobe punitively, and the latter cries out sharply (and a little exaggeratedly) at the pain. Mark doesnât even seem to care; he leads you to the elevator and punches in his floor. You barely have time to call out a belated âbyeâ to Donghyuck, who acknowledges it with a raise of his palm, before the doors slide shut.
Itâs a slow elevator, given that itâs an old building, and the first couple of floors pass without much noise between the two of you. Youâre not unaware of how tight Markâs grip is on your hand, but you donât comment nor take it against him. By the fourth floor, youâre raising his hand up to your lips and pressing a kiss against his knuckles.
âNothing happened.â You confirm his unasked question, and you see a modicum of tension leave his shoulders. âHe was just messing with you because he thinks itâs funny.â
âYeah, I know.â Even if he says it like that, thereâs still lingering doubt in his voice. âWere you with Jung Jaehyun today, though? Is that why you didnât show up?â
You nod. âHe was copying my notes for Anthropology. Guy barely shows up to lectures, so he borrows my stuff. I canât believe he hasnât been suspended yet. Or punched in the face by the people he leeches off of.â
âNo kidding.â
You step out on the sixth floor with him. Even if you already know where Markâs dorm is, you let him lead the way, and he ushers you into an empty and dimly lit living space while taking his shoes off. His roommate barely seems to be around; youâve seen him all of two times, and it doesnât look like heâs here either right now. You pause anyway, listening to any signs of life just to be sure, but when you both confirm that thereâs no one but the two of you, you busy yourselves with turning on the lights and plugging in the water dispenser.
You work in relative silence; it isnât anything unusual since youâve done this a million times, and youâve come to learn that small talk isnât necessary when youâre just washing your hands or opening the refrigerator aimlessly even if you know you both plan on ordering in. But thereâs a weird aura around Mark that youâre not sure how to place; he doesnât seem like heâs mad, but there definitely seems to be something off â a problem, at least, that youâre not sure you know how to ask about.
So you just try to diffuse whatever it is by completely ignoring it.
âPizza or Chinese?â You ask, flopping onto the couch as he plugs the television into the outlet. He looks up at you, and you notice his eyes are slightly dazed, like youâve just woken him up from a dream. âYou okay?â
âYeah.â His voice is hoarse the first time he says it, so he clears his throat and tries again. âYeah, sorry.â
âWhatâs on your mind?â
âWe just had pizza, so Iâm thinking Chinese is the better option. Cream shrimp? Fried rice? Not the salted fish one, though, maybe.â
You hum in assent, but when he straightens up from behind the television, you extend your arm to him, attempting to clarify yourself. âI mean, what are you thinking so hard about?â
âNothing.â His answerâs a little too quick. A moment of awkward silence passes where you telepathically tell him you know heâs lying and he has to come to terms with his horrible lying skills, and he sighs, crossing over to the couch and settling beside you. Immediately, he tangles your fingers together, belatedly returning the favor from the elevator and brushing his lips across your knuckles. âHe didnât ask you out, right?â
You know he knows the truth, so you decide to bat your own question back at him in an attempt at rhetoric. âWhat would it matter if he did? The answer would have been the same, real or imagined.â
Mark pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling slowly. Thereâs a red flush on his neck thatâs only started fading, it seems. You reach out and skim your finger along the vein that runs down the side of his throat. âI know. I donât like it all the same. I hate⊠even thinking about it, actually.â
âReally â nothing happened. If you donât count the fact that I almost strangled him for keeping me there â which Iâm sure youâd agree doesnât count as anything in favor of him.â
âI heard Jung Jaehyunâs kind of a playboy.â
âWhat does that have to do with me?â
âNothing. I donât know.â His head lolls to the side, and his eyes hold a sadness that pulls at your heart. âIt means he really could have made a pass at you. Or you could have â I donât know. In the end⊠I just worry.â
âDonât you trust me?â Your lower lip juts out, and his eyes widen slightly, his head shaking before his mouth can even work out a proper response.
âNo â I mean, yes, absolutely. Itâs â I mean, itâs justââ He inhales again to gather his wits, two fingers still rubbing his forehead. âI trust you, without a doubt. I donât trust other people â not around you. Not Jaehyun, or Youngho, orââ
âOr Donghyuck?â You smile a little apologetically at his embarrassment, clear on his face when his eyes stray from yours. âMark, you know heâs only messing with you, right? I thought it was a funny thing for you guys.â
âItâs not funny if itâs about you,â he mumbles, more to himself than to you. He looks up at you again, chewing on his bottom lip. âI know. Iâm trying to control it. Sometimes⊠I donât know why it gets under my skin. I guess itâs because it could happen â you⊠finding someone else. I kind of hate the thought of that.â
âAnd if I said I hate it even more than you?â
His gaze softens, something like relief passing over his features, but the rest of his body still holds a significant amount of tension; you know by the way heâs running agitated circles on the back of your hand. You gently tug on his arm, allowing yourself to use it as an anchor to shift your weight. Mark makes a soft noise of inquiry but says nothing more, waiting until youâve maneuvered your body to settle on his lap.
The view is reminiscent, and you can see that the core memory you share flashes through his mind too. A small smile, still somewhat reluctant, plays on Markâs lips, and you hate that itâs all you get right now, so you rectify this by leaning down and leaving a small, chaste kiss on them. You pull away much too soon, and his head follows in response to the distance, chasing your lips until youâre realistically too far to reach. His arm extends instead, swiftly tucking your hair behind your ear.
Your fingers close around his wrist, and your head turns, continuing the kiss against his palm â short and firm.
âStop doing that.â
His eyebrows fly upward in questioning, his other hand freezing in its trail up your thighs. Even his breath seems to catch, and whatâs left of it comes out as a raspy whisper. âStop being jealous? Iâm⊠Iâm trying.â
You shake your head. âStop being sexy when youâre jealous.â
The âwhatâ he seems to want to ask dies in his throat, his mouth only able to form half of the word before you interrupt, your lips taking in the rest of the syllable. When you kiss him this time, thereâs a slow hunger to it; your teeth find his lower lip even before heâs able to get into the rhythm of kissing you back. You just want him to know â everything about him drives you wild, even when he doesnât know it.
Youâll never grow sick of the taste of him, youâre sure; today, he tastes even more enticing, the hint of something rich mixing in with the stronger flavor of coffee on his tongue. Itâs familiar and comforting, and itâs only when you break away, both your faces flushed from a prolonged lack of air, that you puzzle out what the taste is â the lingering aftermath of a vanilla sweet cream cold brew, one he must have prepared in anticipation of you this afternoon.
You briefly squeeze your eyes shut and thank whoeverâs listening for the gift of Mark Lee.
âMark,â your murmur, your voice much softer, intent on coaxing him into releasing his worries. âYou know, right?â
His âhmâ is only half-there in focus, the rest of his attention on his hands, which have found their way to your ass and have started digging his fingers into the flesh beyond your jeans. You have to tilt his head up with one finger under his chin, and thereâs a whirlpool of emotion in them: curiosity, desire, and, interestingly, a quiet, almost suppressed kind of anger.
âIf it isnât you,â you whisper. âThen thereâs nobody else.â
You see his jaw tighten, feel his grip against you do the same, and his brow furrows, like heâs trying â much too hard, and for no good reason â to stop himself from tipping over. You donât like that either; if heâs there, you think, you should take him over the edge.
âBut if you want them to know so badly, thenâŠâ You tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck, bringing the expanse just a little closer to his mouth. âWhy donât you go ahead and put your claim on me?â
You swear you see his pupils dilate right before he presses his mouth to your skin. With a low, almost pained groan against your neck, he latches his teeth in lightly, and you feel the soft sting, the increase in pressure the moment he starts sucking a mark just above your collarbone. Thereâs a wet, messy pattern to his movements, always punctuated by the sweep of his tongue to soothe your flesh. Even with that, his movements are slow and careful, still gentle in the way heâs handling you, but you feel it anyway â all of his tensionâs concentrated in his grip, the way he keeps you close, hips pinned against him as if heâs worried anything less will cause you to disappear.
âEvery time you worry, remember you can do this.â You pause, your breath catching in a lilt as his teeth dig in a little more fiercely. âYouâre the only one that can.â
His lips detach with a soft groan, fingers squeezing your ass tight for a moment. Warm breath cools against the damp patch on your neck, and a second later, you feel his mouth graze against the few inches of skin, sensitive and slightly raw. âI know. Itâs just not fair.â
You hum in questioning, but he doesnât answer immediately; his mouth busies itself just under the mark heâd surely left, already starting up the same routine. Youâd let him, and you want him to, but you want to hear his voice more. Your fingers tangle into his hair, and you use that hold to ease his head back, urging him to look up at you. Itâs almost a mistake, seeing him like that â lips slightly swollen and definitely slick with his own saliva, parted just a little to reveal teeth heâd been desperate to nip your flesh with again. It crosses your mind that Mark has a mouth made for kissing â no, that isnât accurate.
A mouth made for you to kiss.
âWhatâs not fair?â You ask softly. Even now, he takes his time in answering, his eyes falling close for a second; you watch him swallow, lick his lips, breathe in before he speaks, and all of those mundane things he does somehow make you lose your mind all the more.
âHow badly I keep wanting you,â he breathes out, his eyes slowly opening. âAnd how it makes me think everyone wants you just as much.â
His hands leave the curve of your ass, traveling up your shirt, resting against your sides. He holds you like heâs careful in trying not to break you, his fingers spread wide to make sure his thumbs almost meet against your stomach, but thereâs a smoldering headiness in his gaze that tells you heâs thinking a little too hard about wanting to break you.
âI touch you like this, and I think that everyone would kill to do the same.â His fingers squeeze against your flesh, inching upwards until they rest just under your breasts; his thumbs stroke the curved underline of your bra. âI think about kissing you and it feels like everyoneâs thinking it at the exact same time. I look at someone next to you, even if you donât know them, and I wonder if they want to pull you close, if they want to feel you against them just as much as I do. When Iââ
He inhales sharply between his words, and the exhale comes out somewhat shaky. For a moment, he grits his teeth, jaw flexing in an attempt to keep himself in check. You worry he doesnât want to continue â doesnât want to let you hear it, but it feels so important that you canât let it go. âTell me.â
âWhen I think about fucking you,â he breathes out, voice barely audible. âWhenever I look at you and think about how much I want to feel you around me, feel you cum around me⊠I just know everyone else wants the same thing, and itâs driving me crazy because⊠because they canât.â
Itâs there again, flashing in his eyes â a determination that reads almost like fury.
âThey canât,â he repeats, his voice firmer. âI wonât ever let them. Never.â
You donât stop him this time when his mouth reclaims your skin. You let his thoughts fuel the need in his movements, allow yourself to move only in reaction to what he does â the tilting of your head to give him more room, the tightening of your fists against his shirt to keep yourself steady. A surprised mewl leaves you when you feel his teeth pinch against your flesh again, and itâs harder, sharper this time, his quiet anger finally dictating his strength. You grapple for words, but they come out in weak gasps.
âIt doesnât â doesnât matter,â you manage to whimper out. âHow many people think that way, how much they want me that way. I only ever want you.â
His breathing is caught, warm, in the pocket of space just between you and his mouth; it tingles against your skin, tickles your senses into heightening. Your fingers unfurl, pressing against his chest, and you can feel his quickened heartbeat thrumming under your palm.
âGod, please,â he murmurs, the soft peck of a kiss landing against your collarbone. âPlease, tell me.â
âMark, Iâm yours.â Thereâs no teasing in how you say it; it was never meant to rile him up. It even escapes sweetness, the romanticism it usually comes with when you remind him on any other occasion. This is a promise to him, something youâre reinforcing as fact, something that canât ever change. âIâm always going to be yours â no one elseâs. Iâll never let anyone have anything thatâs yours. Ask anything, take everything you want. Iâll never say no to you. Only you â always you.â
You know somethingâs different in a number of ways; his arms circle around you, but instead of keeping you firm and stable in his lap, theyâre tight, squeezing a whine out of you, holding your torso flush against his. His face never leaves the crook of your neck, but you hear â feel â something there â a soft growl of need, of frustration that begs release. Suddenly, you find yourself off the couch; you barely have the presence of mind to wrap your arms around his neck and tighten your thighs against his sides before heâs carrying you to his room, kicking the door open and letting the rebound of the impact against his wall slam it shut behind him.
Youâve been in Markâs room before, so thereâs absolutely no need for you to take in the scenery when he sets you down on his bed. It doesnât matter anyway, even if this were your first time; Markâs crawling over you, his face flush and eyes sharp with hunger, and he looks so enticing that you wouldnât want to pay attention to anything else around you anyway. His limbs cage you in, arms on either side of your shoulders and his knees just by your thighs, and you donât really know why heâs already panting, but it just makes you want him all the more.
âNever,â he groans out, leaning down to nose against the patch of skin his mouth had worked on. âIâm never going to let anyone take you, ever. Youâre all mine.â
His name fades on your lips, carried away by a moan when his mouth reattaches itself to your neck; it moves, almost frenzied, to renew the mark heâd left, make it a deeper red, a slightly bruised purple. Youâre usually careful not to do anything that will require any attention or cover-up after, but Mark seems a little too far gone to care, and you realize you like him best this way.
Even with all the attention he gives your neck, his fingers are busy; they work on the button of your jeans, sliding them down with the help you offer by raising your hips. They only reach halfway down your thighs, his reluctance to come back up for air stopping him from peeling them off completely, but itâs all he seems to need for now.
Eager fingers ease between your thighs, two at once, pressing against your folds. Youâre unable to spread your legs like you usually do, but this tightness makes you all the more sensitive, and you keen as his digits fit themselves into your slit. Frustratingly, they donât move right away, and you have to raise your hips again just to get some sort of friction. Even then, Mark doesnât take the hint â or, perhaps, the bait â keeping a light pressure against your clit without doing anything else. His focus is still on your neck, now slightly aching under his lips, and when he finally pulls away, you see a look of triumph on his face. He tilts his head back slightly to admire his work â the blooming dark patch youâre sure heâs left where your skin tingles the most.
âIf I said I wanted to mark you all over, would you let me?â
âWhat makes you think I wouldnât ask for it?â
He chuckles, tightening the pressure of his fingers against your clit; you say something that sounds halfway between âMarkâ and a sob.
âI want to, so badly.â He admits, gaze still fixed on your neck. âIâd want to see you walk out of here, walk into class covered in them. Iâd want people to ask you how you got them, and who gave them to you. And Iâd want you to say it proudly â that it was me who did it. That I fucked you all night and made you mine over and over again.â
âWhy donât you?â His eyes snap up to you, a small smile forming on his lips. âI want to say that too. Let me brag about having you. Let me tell everyone how good you always make me feel. Then you can tell everyone who doesnât believe you, too â how I let you take me every single time. Show me off and tell them to look at how you made me yours.â
Another laugh escapes him, but thereâs more disbelief than humor in it; he seems to find it amazing, that you can just agree with what he says, no matter how strange he thinks it is.
âShow you off? If I mark you in other places, do I have to show them every part?â
âDo you not want to?â
âI want to, and I donât.â He pauses, slightly amused, and you know heâs remembering the first time you fucked. âI donât them to see your body, but I want them to see what I did to it. I donât want them to look at whatâs mine, but I just want them to know it is.â
âThen you can fuck me in front of everyone and make them watch you ruin me completely.â
He shakes his head, even if desire flashes clear across his features. He busies himself with actions while he mulls it over, tugging your jeans down alongside your panties and casting them aside before he straightens up. His eyes rake over your form; youâre bare from the waist down, your shirt halfway ridden up, the underside of your bra peeking out from under the hem. Again, his eyes land on your neck, and his smile widens slightly.
âCanât.â He decides finally. âYouâre too pretty for that.â
You hum thoughtfully, and he raises his eyebrows. He doesnât move, even when you sit up, shifting yourself so you can tuck your calves under your thighs â not even when you reach out to undo his belt or tug down his zipper. He only reacts a little when your hand presses against his hardness through his boxers, the girth now easily familiar to your palm.
âWhat about something like this?â You ask, inching closer to the edge of the bed. Youâve started slow strokes against him, the fabric creating extra friction, more heat under your palm, and you watch his jaw clench as he swallows back a soft grunt. âWould you let them watch me do this for you?â
âLet me think about it,â he chuckles softly, and you nod, letting your fingers work to make your point. You donât have to undress him completely to get what you want; all you need is to tug down the front of his boxers to free him, and you already have him wrapped in your palms, stroking his shaft to full hardness.
âThink faster,â you urge, and he shakes his head, slightly bemused. âAre you telling me you wouldnât even want them to watch me jerk you off?â
âAt least give me a full minute.â
You laugh lightly, whispering a âfineâ before you press a soft kiss against tip. He inhales sharp through his teeth, already sensitive, and you waste no time in letting your tongue flick out against the smooth head. He doesnât need the lubrication, realistically; his precumâs already leaking from the tip, mixing in with your saliva as you run your tongue around it. All you do is make him a little messier, a little slicker, your spittle running down his length.
Taking Mark in your mouth is a demanding task, but one youâre always up for; thereâs something uniquely satisfying about letting him fill your mouth, inch by inch, and watching his breathing hitch and stutter until your lips are closer to the base than to the head. What you canât reach, your hand always squeezes around, eager to make sure he feels good completely. His expression is sublime when you draw your head back the first time, sucking as you do so â his eyes are half-lidded, and he doesnât stop the moan that falls from his lips. His gaze is fixed on you, hazy but still able to drink the sight of you in, and youâre not sure how, but you almost feel like you could get off to watching him watch you taste him.
You try, somehow, vaguely conscious of the movement of your hips; youâre grinding at nothing at first, so your knees give way just enough for you to press yourself against his sheets. Itâs slightly uncomfortable, a strain in your thighs that youâre not really used to, but you donât care; Markâs sharp inhale at seeing you attempt to grind your pussy against his mattress is pretty much as arousing as anything else. His cock twitches hard in your mouth, and you suck just a little harder, a little messier, your head bobbing down to meet your hand, still firmly wrapped around his girth.
The roomâs filled with nothing but slick sounds and soft groans; Markâs hand has found its way into your hair, tangled into a makeshift ponytail, and while he isnât guiding your mouth to do anything, you can feel his hips stutter then start to move, pulling back when your head does. He tries to hide it, tries to keep himself steady, but pride blooms in your chest when you note that he canât; he wants to feel like heâs fucking into your mouth, into your hand, the way he does when he takes your pussy.
Itâs relatively quiet for that time, nothing but muffled moans from you that mix in with his noises, but you only realize youâd been waiting for an answer to something when he speaks up again.
âItâs⊠still a no for me.â
Your movements slow, your gaze lifting to communicate your mild confusion to him. You donât want to ask; you just donât want to lose the taste of him on your tongue just yet. He looks down at you, smiling with overflowing tenderness, almost like heâs apologetic.
âEven just this â youâre too pretty when you do it.â His hand reaches down, thumb stroking over your cheek. âI canât let anyone see what you look like when youâre like this. Theyâll keep thinking about you doing it for them. And youâd only do it for me â right?â
You nod immediately, your response causing your mouth to slip down his shaft just a little more. It elicits a guttural noise from him, one that fuels you into sucking him just a little harder, your enthusiasm overtaking your restraint. His fingers have let go of your hair, stroking it back into smoothness, almost comforting in their movements.
âGod, I wish you could see yourself; youâd know what I mean,â he continues to murmur, his voice just a little louder over the eager, wet noises youâre making. âHow pretty you look with your mouth wrapped around me. How perfect you are when youâre kneeling like this for me â how happy you look when youâre sucking me off. I canât share that with anyone. Fuck â not ever.â
Your mouth draws back, completely this time, and your tongue presses against the underside of his cock. You lick a long stripe up his shaft, moaning softly at the light throb you feel, and you watch him tip his head back. The groan that follows soon after is almost close to a frustrated growl, ending in a whispered âshitâ before his eyes land back on you. He watches you press kiss after kiss against his tip, coaxing the precum out even more, and you take special care to leave more down each inch of his cock until youâre finally able to release your hold on his base so you can leave the last one there.
His hand combs your hair back before it falls to cup your chin, his thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth to gently clean up the froth of spittle there. You smile up at him in thanks, and his thumb sweeps over the seam of your lips to follow the slight curve.
âSo pretty,â he repeats, and your cheeks glow pink under the palms that caress them. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. âPretty as hell, fucking perfect â and youâre all mine.â
You kneel up again, chasing his lips with your own, and he locks you in his arms as his tongue slips its way past your teeth, the aroma of coffee still on it. He leaves todayâs taste of him against your tongue, on the ridges of your teeth, until you feel like youâve all but consumed him, and you whimper softly when he pulls away, urging you to turn around and lean back into his chest.
His mouth reattaches itself to the same spot; itâs like a home base for him, and he breathes in your scent from there before giving the same patch of skin a light suck, almost as if heâs worried itâll fade in a few minutesâ time if he doesnât give it attention.
âShow me.â Hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them lightly, like a prompt for your response. âShow me how pretty you are for me.â
His palms never leave you, not even when you detach yourself from his chest and bend down; your elbows meet the mattress, but your hips stay raised, giving him a view of your pussy. Your gasp easily turns into a moan when his digit dips into your wetness again, his other hand pushing gently at your asscheek to keep you open.
You think heâs about to slip his finger in, the tip brushing against your entrance, and you tense in anticipation, but it doesnât happen; he continues to run his finger down your slit, careful not to linger against your clit for too long. The result is that you tighten around nothing, and you hear him suck in a breath as he watches your hole grow smaller for a second. You laugh breathily, resting your chin against the backs of your hands, one folded atop the other. âPretty enough for you to fuck?â
âDo you have to ask if you already know?â
âI want to hear it anyway.â
His finger slips into your hole, finally, and you keen softly as he breaches the first ring of tightness. He doesnât really move it, just tests your tightness, feels you contract around him as if to know what his cock will feel in a few moments.
âYour pussyâs too pretty not to fuck,â he manages out, and his throat sounds as tight as you feel. âSeeing it like this⊠makes me think thereâs no way anyone can resist. Itâs exactly why I canât let anyone see you like this.â
You hum as his finger presses in deeper, and you know itâs nothing in comparison to the real thing, but you like feeling that mild stretch, the depth it reaches all the same. âHow should we let them know, then? That Iâm all yours.â
His finger stills, and you hum softly, swaying your hips to shake him out of whatever trance heâs in. Heâs grown quiet, but thereâs a thoughtfulness in this pause, like heâs seriously considering your question. You laugh lightly, ready to tell him youâre just egging him on until he fucks you, but he slips his finger out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing again. You canât help the confused noise that comes out of you, but you at least know he isnât completely backing away, his other hand still firmly on your ass.
âMark, whatââ
You get your answer in the thud that interrupts your question â heâs tossed his phone onto the bed, having it land next to you. Something in your blood runs hot, and your fingers tremble when you pick it up. You see yourself reflected in the blackened screen â excitement in your eyes, your lips glossy from your blowjob.
Markâs silent as you let the meaning of his actions settle; wordlessly, he slips his finger into you again, followed by another one this time, and you shudder in pleasure at the difference in the stretch. He doesnât ask, but you can tell heâs wondering if heâs gone too farâ if you think heâs crazy. He lets his fingers stay anchored in you, unmoving, waiting for you to say something, but from where he is, he just canât know the smile that passes your face.
Finally, he tries to speak up. âWe donât have toâ I just meantââ
âWhatâs your passcode?â
He breathes out, the exhale quivering as much as you probably are. âYour birthday.â
Your smile only widens when you tap the screen to life and see a picture of you â you donât even remember when heâd taken it, but itâs a shot of you sprawled on his bed, bundled in his blanket and reading something that looks oddly like your textbook for your European Renaissance History class. Itâs grainy and dimly lit, a stolen photograph of you, but it makes your heart swell, and you laugh lightly as you key in your birthday; the screen unlocks, allowing you access to all his applications.
âWhatâs funny?â
âJust thinking about how you should replace this wallpaper.â
âTo what?â He sounds bemused.
âThe view of me you have now.â
His fingers curl in you, pressing down against your walls, and you push your hips back in a bid for more friction; you hear him hiss out a âfuckâ under his breath, and his hand digs harder into the flesh of your ass.
You open Markâs contacts, scrolling down aimlessly. Most of the names, you donât recognize, but you see a few familiar ones crop up here and there. He doesnât ask, only starts pumping his fingers into you in quiet anticipation, wondering how far youâre willing to take it, how much youâve bought into this crazy idea.
âMark,â you call out, and he hums in response. âYou trust me, donât you?â
âWith my life.â
âSo if I called Donghyuck right nowââ His fingers hook into you, the delicious pressure on your walls making you squeak instead of finish your sentence immediately. You twist your torso to meet his eyes, and youâre slightly surprised but not at all displeased to see something crazed lingering in his gaze. âHow much of a show would you want to put on for him?â
He shifts his weight, his knee sinking into the mattress as he slots it between your legs. This change in position allows him to angle his fingers a little differently, driving down into you with a force that makes you squirm. You almost forget youâve asked him something again until he leans in closer, his murmur almost drowned out by the slick sounds of his finger pressing into your hole.
âJust⊠enough for him to know youâve always been mine.â
Your thumbs are shaking when you scroll through his contacts again, up and down until you find the right name â Lee Donghyuck â and Mark watches you intently, wordlessly, as you press his number, start the call, and put it on speaker.
The wait feels like an eternity, with Markâs finger slipping in and out of you in a steady, languid pace as you watch the line connect, but in reality, Donghyuck really only answers after the fourth ring. âYo, Mark.â
His voice is casual, lacking in any sort of expectation; you can hear explosions and gunshots in the background, and youâre willing to bet heâs in the middle of an action movie. Youâre proven right when you hear random English babbling soon after.
âHi, Hyuck.â
â___________?â He sounds genuinely confused that itâs you that greets him. âWhereâs Mark? You okay?â
âHeâs right here with me; donât worry.â Your voice is a soft croon, and he has to lower the volume of the television to be able to hear you better. âWeâre totally fine. What are you up to?â
âWatching Resident Evil. Uh, is there a reason you called?â
You want to draw out the lie of something casual for as long as you can, but Mark doesnât let you. His fingers push, suddenly forceful, into you, and you let out a soft cry into the receiver. You look back at him, eyes wide with amusement, and he shrugs, having at least enough sense to look slightly abashed at his experiment.
One moment, youâre listening to a female voice shout something, and the next, Donghyuckâs side of the call is silent except for his breathing. When you donât bother explaining what had just happened, he takes matters into his own hands.
âHello?â
He sounds equal parts affronted and amused, like the shock of it has tickled him. You canât help it; you laugh too, but itâs quickly cut off by another whine when Mark pulls his fingers out. Donghyuck makes an incredulous noise.
âNow, what the fuck is all this about, you freaks?â
âYou kept wondering why I ended up asking Mark out,â you evade his question with another one. âShould I tell you why, if youâre that curious?â
âNo way. Have fun, weirdos,â he laughs, and the line goes dead a second after.
You snort out a laugh, and Mark mumbles something that sounds vaguely like that was crazy before he leans down and presses a kiss to the small of your back. You make to turn so you can finally face him, but youâre distracted when his phone screen lights up again, and Donghyuckâs name flashes across it.
You exchange amused glances before you pick up the call, and you donât even get a âhelloâ out when his voice rings out, sharp and clear.
âBut pretending I am,â he says, as though he hadnât hung up the call a few seconds ago. âExactly what kind of answer would I get?â
âThe kind thatâll hopefully shut you up for good,â Mark pipes in instead of you.
âWhatâs that even going to sound like?â Already, Donghyuckâs activated whatever toggle in him that gets him to push Markâs buttons. This time, though, you canât say it works against you; you feel Mark inch closer to you, and a moment later, the fat tip of his cock nudges against your entrance. âI bet you canât even get her to yawn, man.â
Mark doesnât have to respond; you do it for him when he pushes in, torturously slow, as if to draw out your moan. It works a little too well, with you keening into the phone, and yet no part of you is acting for his sake. As familiar as the stretch is, itâs not something youâve ever been able to commit to memory fully, and it feels like a new breaching of your tightness each time. Your legs fold in slightly, a useless movement that attempts to get you adjusted to his size faster, but Mark interprets it as discomfort, his hands tightening on your hips.
âYou okay?â He sounds genuinely worried for a second, forgetting that Donghyuckâs still on the line. Your cheek brushes against his sheets as you nod, trying to meet his eye even in this position to let him know youâre being honest.
âFucking big, Mark.â You hear Donghyuck tsk from his end, and you laugh breathlessly. âYou donât like knowing heâs big?â
âI just hate that fucker,â Donghyuck quips back easily, but thereâs no seriousness in his voice. If anything, it sounds a little raspy, with him clearing his throat soon afterward.
âWell, Iâm crazy about him,â you whisper into the call, and your breathing hitches as Mark finally bottoms out, groaning at your tightness. âIâm crazy about the way he touches me, the way he tastes. Iâm crazy about how big his cock is, how deep it gets when heâs inside me, how he stretches me out â fuckââ
Your verbal rampage is cut short by a loud moan as Mark draws his hips back and pushes forcefully into you; you havenât fully adjusted, and youâre even tighter now from what youâre saying, so the friction inside you is nothing short of delicious. He starts a pattern of thrusts, not bothering to build up from his usual slow and steady pace â hearing you talk that way and knowing that Donghyuck is listening is enough to get him to abandon self-imposed restrictions.
âMark,â you whine out, accidentally pushing the phone a little further away as you reach out blindly for him behind you, and he catches your wrist to let you know heâs there. âMark, fuck, it feels so goodââ
You tighten around him as if to prove your words, and he growls in response. You find yourself having to press your cheek in a little harder into the mattress as he gathers your wrists together into one hand, pinning them to your lower back, and itâs with that hold on you that he leverages his thrusts, pumping into you a little harder each time.
Youâre not completely unaware of your surroundings, but it takes a while for you to process the sounds coming from the phoneâs speaker â labored breathing, the sound of a zipper being pulled down. You want to wonder if this is working a little too well, but nothing comes from your mouth apart from soft whimpers, and itâs all the cue Mark needs to be the one to fill in the relative silence himself.
âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he whispers, and you feel his lips press between your shoulder blades. It feels like a chaste kiss at first, but he leaves his breath there, still flitting over your skin as he continues to speak. âIâll never get tired of how pretty you are â how pretty you always sound for me. Doesnât she sound pretty, Hyuck?â
âFucking pretty,â Donghyuck agrees, though his voice sounds somewhat distant. You can only sob back a quiet âfuck me, harder, harder,â in response.
âCan you imagine how much prettier she looks under me?â Itâs almost a full-blown conversation now, but even if Markâs addressing Donghyuck, the rest of his attentionâs fully on you. He adjusts his stance, still keeping his hold around your wrists as he angles himself deeper into you, causing you to cry out and squirm in pleasure. With your face pressed against the bed and his weight driving down into you, you feel utterly trapped, in the best kind of way. Mark, in the way he is now, is inescapable, almost incorrigible, and he pistons deeper into your pussy, his free hand brushing your hair away from your shoulder so he can leave a kiss against it. âBent over, legs spread just a little, all for me to take. Pretty little hole wet for me, and so fucking tight. Can you imagine that?â
âIâm doing it right now.â
âItâs a thousand times better in person. Trust me.â
The same hand slips between your thighs, two fingers spreading your folds apart; the middle one circles your clit in a pace that matches his thrusts, sudden and shocking, and you arch your back upwards slightly with a choked noise. He finally releases your wrists, and you claw at the sheets helplessly to keep yourself somehow upright as the force of Markâs hips, their impact against the backs of your thighs, pushes you forward, closer to the phone again. The stimulation is merciless, endless, and in the haze of your pleasure, you wonder if you should make Mark a little more jealous everyday if it gets him to act this way.
âMark, IâŠ. Iâve beenâ s-sinceââ
âNot yet,â he whispers, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as if to bring you back to reality. You shudder at the pain, the pleasure that accompanies it, and when you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, you notice that a few tears escape your eyes. âHold out for me a bit, okay? Please. Itâs not enough. Not yet enough.â
You wonder if âenoughâ is a concept the both of you even understand when it comes to wanting each other; already, you feel desire pooling in your stomach, threatening to spill from you, and clenching around him isnât helping you stop it the way your body seems to think itâs supposed to. It also doesnât help that Markâs fingers are relentless, one still drawing tight, heavy circles around your clit, and the other creeping up under your shirt to tug down the cup of your bra, letting a breast spill into his warm palm. He kneads with an unusual â but not unpleasant â roughness, and you squeak out incoherently as he tweaks at the hardened bud of your nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
âHold on for me a little,â he continues murmuring, even after you shake your head and whisper âcanâtâ to him over and over. âDo it for me. Tell Donghyuck â tell him how good it feels. How much you want to keep feeling me inside you.â
You donât even know what to say; the pleasure that washes over you, the new kind of roughness that Mark exhibits has you drawing a blank, and you can only whine in a last attempt at protest, only for your tongue to start moving on autopilot, fueled by your want.
âItâs not enough,â you echo â and even if it feels like it is, even if it feels even more than you can possibly handle, something tells you that itâs true. âNot enough â need to feel you more, Mark. God, I want to feel you stretch me out, fuck my little hole into the shape of your cockâ until no one else can fuck me but youââ
âWhat,â Donghyuck breathes out, his exhale coming across as static. âThe fuck.â
You donât have to explain; your babblingâs doing most of the work in that regard anyway, and you can tell by the wet, staccato noises on the other end that Donghyuck can easily piece together the scenario anyway. Heâs jacking off to the both of you, something in your mind whispers, and the notion of that alone has you tightening around Markâs cock. The change doesnât go unnoticed, and his fingers sink deeper into your flesh; you cry out softly when you feel a jolt of pleasure as he gives your clit a sudden pinch.
âHow much tighter can you get?â He sounds incredulous but also, interestingly, proud â thereâs a smug tinge to his voice that arouses you even more. âDoes it feel that good?â
âFuck, yes,â you breathe out, the syllables quivering in your throat. âSo good Iâm going to lose my mind. Let me â God, please, let meââ
âNot yet,â Mark mumbles, and you whimper as he slows and slips out of you, his hand gently rubbing your folds in what feels like comfort â a small apology for his overt enthusiasm that you donât even really need. âJust a little more. I need to see it.â
âSee what?â Donghyuckâs voice is barely above a whisper, hoarse and pretty much muffled by the sound of his hand pumping his own shaft. Your headâs light, so your body moves on its own when Mark inches away slightly, giving you room to turn yourself around and lay on your back. Youâve barely even settled when he lifts your hips, dragging you closer to him and easing your thighs apart to slot himself between your legs.
His cock weighs heavy, pressed up against your folds, and he pushes his hips in a superficial thrust to get them to spread. His eyes fall briefly on your swollen clit, the wetness that you left on his shaft, even more of it still leaking from your hole. When he looks back up at you, thereâs something triumphant in his gaze.
âFucking gorgeous,â he coos, so lovingly itâd be hard to imagine his cock still sliding against your folds if you couldnât feel it yourself. âIâll never get enough of your perfect pussy â so perfect that it was made to take me.â
âSee what?â Donghyuck presses, an impatience now coloring his voice. Mark chuckles, nodding at you and mouthing silently. Tell him.
Your inhaleâs shaky, quivering like the rest of your body, and you donât ever break away from Markâs gaze, even as you speak.
âHis cock fucking me in my stomach.â
Donghyuckâs âJesus fucking Christâ is drowned out by your cry of need as Mark pushes back into you. Thereâs no lag time now, no wait for any kind of adjustment; he takes you in one motion, until you feel his hips hit the backs of your thighs again. Your walls flutter around him, unable to process his size fully, and all that comes out of you is a string of messy mewls thatâs constantly interrupted by the wet sounds of his thrusts.
Your body feels almost weightless, the only thing you can understand being the feeling of his cock pumping into you, stretching you out further. Youâre only able to shake yourself out of the reverie when you feel his hands push back against your thighs, folding you in half, before they crowd atop your stomach.
âGod, I need to feel it,â he groans out, his palms skimming under your navel, searching. âPlease â do it for me.â
Even with your brain muddled, you donât even have to try to figure it out; you let him feel it every time he asks. You inhale, deep and slow, until your stomach sinks, and the walls of your stomach flatten against his cock, which pauses briefly in its movements as he revels in the newfound feeling.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmurs, and you flush in pleasure, in satisfaction at his praise. âLove seeing my cock inside you.â
He adjusts himself before he starts pumping into you again, burying his shaft all the way to the hilt each time; each thrust is followed by a soft sob from you, and you reach out, planting your hands on top of his. You obviously canât feel his cock under your palms, but you donât have to anyway; the fitâs tight enough that it feels, ridiculously, like heâs fucking your whole body, like heâs pressing into the deepest part of your core. You just want him to feel it more â the movement of the bulge under his hands, the resistance it has to push through to get to your stomach.
âLove feeling me inside you,â he continues, and his breathing stutters then, signaling that heâs also barely hanging on. âLove seeing how pretty you look when I rearrange your insides.â
You mouth out a disbelieving âwhat the fuckâ that earns you a simple smile, but Markâs unrelenting in his movements anyway, his palms completely covering your stomach.
âDude, I wanna see it too,â Donghyuck reminds you both of his presence when his voice comes through the speaker. âPut her on video.â
âNo way,â comes Markâs swift, firm reply. Donghyuck makes a noise of protest. âThis is just for me.â
âSelfish as hell, calling me without really sharing.â
âThe point wasnât really ever to share.â
Markâs hands suddenly press down on your stomach, and you stifle a soft scream; the pressure increases tenfold, as does the tightness of the fit, his cock brushing against your walls in a way that makes you feel breathless â it makes you feel used. Your hands fly up, fingers locking behind his neck, and you squirm under him, knowing fully well that you canât escape anyway â not that you really want to, anyway.
âMark,â you warn him again, your voice thin and airy. âI canât anymore â I reallyââ
âI got you,â he murmurs â something youâve come to learn he always says, always wants to let you know. Heâll be here until you break, until you canât take anymore. âOne second, okay?â
âBro, what? Are you seriousââ Even Donghyuck sounds confused, although his voice is tight too; he must be close, your mind weakly registers, but it doesnât matter. Mark, albeit reluctantly, slips one hand away from your stomach â for a good cause, he must think, and you learn what it is when he ends the call, effectively cutting off Donghyuckâs complaints. Your eyes widen in confusion, but all Markâs gaze is to you is reassuring, gentle, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips before he answers your unspoken question.
âCanât let him hear you cum,â he murmurs against your mouth. âThatâs only for me, isnât it?â
You nod, letting the movement of it brush your lips against his. âYouâre the only one Iâll cum for â the only one that can make me.â
Above your head, his phone is trilling noisily; the vibrations course through your back, weak but persistent, and for some reason, it heightens your arousal all the more. Mark ignores it completely, single-mindedly focused on pistoning into you with the bulk of his strength. His hands push down just under your navel, increasing your awareness of the feeling of his cock, him fucking you, coaxing out your climax.
âDo it. Show me how pretty you look when you cum for me.â
You donât think itâs possible for him to inject any more strength into his movements, but he proves you wrong time and time again; the windâs knocked out of you as he braces himself and fucks you harder, sharper into the bed, and the only noises you can make are weak whimpers and choked sobs. Your mindâs so overrun with pleasure that your climax hits your body first before your mind fully parses it; your back arches again, and you mewl out something broken, something that sounds like his name as you come undone.
Mark still doesnât relent, the tremble in your legs somehow only inspiring him to put more power in his thrusts. Even through the dazedness that comes with all the stimulation, you can see the fine details youâve come to know so well â the tightness in his jaw, the growing flush across his collar, the quick heaving of his chest. Heâs close too, so close heâs just holding himself back out of sheer force of will to make sure he can watch you come down from your climax completely. You donât know why he has to, but you want to see him let go too, and you scramble for words, for more touch â pressing your thighs firm against his sides to keep him close, locked â just to get him there.
âWill you mark me up one last time?â You breathe out. He reacts almost instantaneously, moving to lean down and press his mouth against the still-untouched side of your neck, but your palm on his chest stops him from doing so. Surprise crosses his face, followed by slight confusion. You squeeze your thighs against him, trying to make your point, but even then, his brow furrows. âMark me â inside.â
His eyes widen, and his hips stutter before they resume pace, his fingers digging into your stomach almost painfully as he tries to keep himself in control. âIâ no, you know I canâtâŠâ
âDo you want to?â You egg him on, your hand dropping from his chest to land on top of his again, adding to the pressure until youâre sure he can feel every small movement, every throb of his own cock inside you. âYou can, you know â make me yours, from the inside out.â
âGod â we canât; you know weâd be in so much trouble.â
âBut Iâd let you anyway, if you wanted to. Do you ever think about it, Mark?â Your fingers toy with his, almost like youâre having a casual conversation instead of a situation in which heâs deep inside you, already aching for release. âFucking your cum deep into me, letting it seep into my stomach â making sure no one else can fill me up?â
âJesus,â he growls, and he reluctantly slips his hands out from under yours to grip your thighs. Realistically, he has enough strength to peel them away, have you release him, but his hold just tightens, not really making any motion to do so. You see the thought flash in his eyes, serious even just for a moment. He thinks about it all the time.
âThink about it,â you urge, your voice soft but close to a demand. âAnd every time you do, remember one day, you will â because youâre the only one that can.â
He tilts his head back, letting a growl rip from his throat, and he finally manages to push your thighs apart. You let him, let them fall apart so he can slip out of you. You watch him shift upwards, his knees on either side of your torso, and youâre met with the erotic sight of him fisting his cock in front of you, urging himself into completion. You do the only thing you can think of to help; you open your mouth wide, pushing your tongue out, silently asking for his load.
âEven when you do that, youâre fucking pretty,â he groans out, and his thumb presses his cock down, resting the underside flush against your tongue as he rocks his hips. âHow much prettier are you going to look with my cum all over your face?â
He doesnât have to wait long to find out, and you donât have to respond; he gets the answer he wants with one last thrust against your tongue, and you close your eyes briefly, allowing yourself to drink in the taste, the smell of his cum as it streaks across your cheeks, all over your lips. You hear his release as it comes too â the soft rumble from his chest, the release of air that gently whistles through his teeth.
When you open your eyes again, Mark is looking down at you, a warm flush creeping up his cheeks and ears again; heâs breathless, panting as he comes down from his high. From the daze of his climax, a slightly sheepish look of apology crosses his face, and he reaches down, seemingly without any real plan, to clean you up, only to withdraw, slightly bemused, when you shake your head.
A laugh escapes him when you shimmy out from under him, straighten up, and extend your arms upward, puckering your lips in slight demand. You think he might reject you, but Mark doesnât even hesitate longer than a second. He swoops down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, and your thighs press together tight as you enjoy the feeling of his tongue swiping away his cum from your bottom lip before he takes it between his teeth, sucking softly as if to clean you completely.
When he pulls away, his head dips into your shoulder; again, his face turns to press against the mark heâd left, and his teeth nip at the soft bruise thatâs already begun to blossom. Satisfied by the soft noise you make at the sensitivity you feel from the contact, he breathes out, long and steady, against your skin.
âJust⊠canât get enough of you,â he finally exhales, pressing another kiss to your neck; itâs gentler, situated just under your jaw.
âYou donât ever have to think about having enough,â you whisper, leaving a light nuzzle against his shoulder. âJust always think about having more.â
He lets out a breathy laugh, but he nods, accepting your offer anyway. A moment of silence passes, where youâre wrapped up in each other, his weight against you in a blanket of heat, and it stretches to what almost feels like an eternity â if not for the phone suddenly ringing again, Donghyuckâs name coming up on the ID. You both start, and Mark reaches over, fumbling with the sides of his device before he finds and toggles the silent switch.
âSeriously,â he grumbles, watching the call drop just for it to start up again, the screen flashing.
âWe kind of left him hanging, to be fair.â
âNo fairness.â Mark tosses the phone to the foot of the bed, where it lies, facedown and buzzing. âHe got more than he deserved today.â
You watch him as he slips off the bed, rearranging himself before clipping his jeans button back into place. He whispers a gentle âbe right backâ and exits the room, leaving the door only slightly ajar. You hear the water run in the bathroom, and a few moments later, Mark returns to your side, holding a damp towel.
He leaves a kiss after each light swipe across your face, as if to apologize for the pain he thinks he might be causing; you laugh, partly because itâs ridiculous, but mostly because you like it. He cleans your mouth last, even though thereâs already nothing left, just so he has an excuse to leave a long, lasting kiss there.
You think itâs the last youâll get for now, but he surprises you by bending down even further, hiking your shirt up your torso again. His hand rests on your thigh, keeping himself balanced as he presses a flutter of kisses around your navel, lingering at the exact spot that sits above where he knows his cock hits every time he bottoms out in you.
âOne day,â he whispers into your skin before he looks up at you, his eyes shining. âIâll really make you all mine.â
âDummy.â Your voice is just as low, and you pull his head up again, enjoying the brush of his hair against your hand, the swoop of his jaw under your palm. âHow many times do I have to tell you?â
âEvery single day, considering Iâll never get tired of it.â
You hum, not one to deny him of what he asks anyway; you push him back onto his calves, climbing back onto his lap; itâs your favorite way to be near him, you decide, with almost nothing between you, almost everything of yours touching everything of his â like you fit in him perfectly. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling their soft rise and fall as his breathing steadies, and you squirm a bit, if only to make sure his arms are locked securely around you â to make sure he wonât let go. Just like that, in his arms, you say it again â a truth, a fact, and a promise.
something about mark lee keeps you up at night, and youâre pretty sure that it isnât the lingering smell of espresso on his shirt.
alternatively: mark is shy until he isnât.
pairing: nerd!barista!mark x reader
verse: college au
rating: r ( minors, do not interact! )
warnings&tags: unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slightly possessive/jealous dialogue, mark has a thing for tummy bulges because why not, implicitly that also means he has a big dick, a slight???? exhibitionism kink (not actually something that happens, only talked about), johnny exists in this simply to trigger something vaguely feral in mark, reader is a little bit assertive and schemes to get mark's attention, jaehyun is a nosy lil eavesdropper, i think that should be it??
word count: 26.4k
a/n: hello so this was a mess and honestly not a fic i would say showcases my best plot-wise but⊠what can I say apart from booty wurk mark has me in a chokehold and I needed to release some thoughts and feelings !!! please do not expect too much from the development of the story; i fear itâs quite long and choppy because my ideas were all over the place and i was wringing my hands and brain constantly and i was eager to get to the spicy parts !! this is also not betaâd/proofread, itâs currently almost 1am, and iâve been writing this on and off for a full week with very few breaks so it honestly felt like a fever dream for me LMAO please forgive any oversights and mistakes; iâll try to go back on them another day and fix them little by little! finally and âŠmost importantly belated happy birthday, my beloved morkly!
p.s. this will probably be flagged as âmatureâ by tumblr, which means thereâs a high likelihood it wonât appear in tags or searches. please consider reblogging to boost the fic, if you feel so inclined!
Youâve heard tell of how caffeine has inherently addictive properties.Â
The more of it you have in your lifetime, the more likely you are to experience symptoms of withdrawal whenever you try to have orange juice for breakfast in its stead. It sounds bad, actually, considering most addictive substances are, but you suppose that its benefits somehow outweigh its milder drawbacks. Youâre not much of a coffee connoisseur the way some people â see: your best friends, Yeji and Jisu â are, trying one cafe after the other in pursuit of being able to nominate the winning beans of 2023 (an annual heated debate they participate in for no better reason than their own slow and useless entertainment during their six-hour long breaks), but you do know youâve only ever experienced good things from having a cup every so often: better energy, a more focused approach to mental activities, and the ability to drive through fifty percent of a road trip without needing pop punk music blasting out of your speakers to keep yourself alert.Â
The three of you are generally particular about the coffee you drink, only in different ways. While your friends have a tendency to demand only the best from any establishment â lest the staff hear fiery commentary about the flatness of the brew or the evident coarseness of the grind â you, on the other hand, are a singular individual of rather simple tastes. All you need to survive long days is a glass of vanilla sweet cream cold brew. No modifications to the sugar level or fancy new milk types are necessary; youâll drink it as itâs served in a grande cup (or a venti, when things prove particularly grueling).Â
Of course, youâre strict about other things in the experience of consumption â like where itâs served and, more importantly, who serves it to you.Â
While Yeji and Jisu have rated the Liberal Arts buildingâs on-campus Starbucks branch as a five with the strict label of POEO â âpassable on emergencies onlyâ â branding the menu as ânothing revolutionaryâ and criticizing most baristas for subpar brewery, you happen to be extremely drawn to the place. Initially, you may have argued that this has to do with the fact that itâs walking distance from most of your classes, confined to the same general compound on campus, so you can always grab a quick recharger whenever needed, no matter how short the timeframe to do so is. Sometime later on, you may have found yourself asserting that the layout of the cafe, albeit small, is very convenient, considering that every table is situated next to an electrical outlet, so youâre never out of battery (important to other students for their laptops and powerpoint presentations, important to you because you have an unhealthy obsession with passing time on TikTok, scrolling past video after video of ASMR girls clicking their twenty-inch long acrylics with their crazy candyland designs), and this makes you feel at ease.Â
A month ago, you finally came clean to yourself and, soon after, to your friends, and they came to understand, albeit begrudgingly and with no small amount of amusement, what made this Starbucks unbeatable in your eyes; it had one thing no other coffee shop could lay claim to.
What you know of Mark Lee is accrued from two major sources: long, surreptitious glances in the Modern World History class you share, and irritatingly brief interactions when you place your order from the other side of the counter behind which he stands, long fingers always poised to punch in your order at the speed of light. Sometimes, those encounters get cut even shorter when irate upperclassmen start prattling their orders out before you can even say anything past your own, except even this has its own consolation prize â an apologetic smile at you that seems only for you, although youâre not sure how much of this assumption is true. Youâll just believe it as you feel it.Â
And what youâve learned about Mark Lee has funneled down into two key points for you: first, he is single, a fact you were clued into when a group of his friends came to the coffee shop and sat around the table next to you. You hadnât been eavesdropping; theyâd just been pretty loud, but youâd also perked your ears the moment the one everyone seemed to call âHyuckâ â you arenât sure if itâs his full name or a nickname, and you donât particularly care â had leaned in for a conspiratorial whisper about having a vague master plan to set Mark up with an old high school friendâs younger sister that he was just waiting to spring on said Mark, busy slaving away on their six impossible orders near the espresso machine.Â
You donât really know what became of that plan, nor if anyone had telepathically been on your side to outright call it crazy (someone should have had a better reason than you, anyway) since the next moment, Hyuckâs voice becomes significantly louder when it orders the one named Jisung to collect the completed coffee and snacks waiting for them on the counter. However, you feel safe in the assumption that even if it had happened, no repercussions had followed, seeing as Mark still presently comes and goes from his shifts alone and in no clear hurry to meet any cute girls that are sisters of high school friends of his friends. Or, maybe youâre just ignoring what could be truth, but thatâs whatever.Â
Second, youâve learned that Mark Lee should not actually be your type â at least, in theory.Â
Saying youâre out of his league would be a bit juvenile, but if you had only so many words to describe the situation, youâd say so under duress. It isnât so much that heâs beneath you in any way, but your interests and general social circles run different routes. Yours tend to be more classically patterned after constantly changing trends, and the people you interact with all seem to have similar goals; you like to call it âvibe networking,â which, from experience, involves connecting with both groups and individuals that are equally aware that they will benefit in some way from any resulting acquaintanceship â whether it be by climbing the social ladder a couple of rungs or being able to call in a quick, off-the-charts favor for something very important and/or very exclusive down the road. You and your friends spend a significant amount of time in a year watching your style and image, something quite a lot of kids in the first couple of years of college tend to do, which means that while you donât particularly like to spend your time following your grade trajectory, you do have quite a lot of pseudo-friends that all seem to offer something entertaining or helpful to you.Â
Mark, on the contrast, prefers to keep his circle very close to his heart, it seems â that which acts as a receptacle for all his interests. You can tell that he likes to be up to date less with trending movies and more with comic books, a separate beast of a world thatâs rather unknown to you. More than once, youâve overheard him chat with his friends about Spider-man Issue Number Whatever-It-Is or engage in somewhat lively (sometimes rowdy, thanks to the Hyuck fellow) discussions about some webtoon youâve come to understand is called Solo Leveling, which seems to have to do with monsters and hunters â two things you know next to nothing about. Youâve also never seen Mark holding anything remotely close to a magazine; his hands are always filled with either a freshly opened comic or a beat-up textbook. Maybe once or twice, youâve seen him on his phone, but when you peeked over (surreptitiously, of course) on those occasions, you were met only with brightly colored panels and a singular word: BAM.Â
In conclusion â you and Mark Lee live very different lives, likely never truly meant to intersect.Â
And yet, you want him â not even in a way that speaks only to your curiosity, but in a manner that feels slightly delusional. More than once, youâve found yourself having to shut your jaw close after realizing youâve been watching him steam milk with your mouth slightly agape. Maybe itâs his side profile, which gives you a great view of the way his jaw tenses every time he puts whipped cream on someoneâs frappuccino. Maybe itâs his eyes, which always seem to twinkle like heâs harboring some special secret every time someone in line asks for his recommendation on how to spice their order up. Maybe itâs his hands, steady and agile, with just the right showing of veins through the skin to tell you theyâve probably got significant strength to them too. Or maybe itâs just his mind â that thing he always manages to show off in class, working faster than lightning even when the rest of you are in your natural eight-in-the-morning stupor.
Whatever the reason for your interest, Mark Lee makes sure the Liberal Arts buildingâs Starbucks has you as a regular customer.Â
Youâre fully aware that this is the twenty-first century, which is why you could, as Yeji and Jisu have so kindly made known, simply ask him out. Under normal circumstances, you would have.
Unfortunately, in this particular area of your life, separate from all others, youâre something of a traditionalist.Â
Actually, you just want to know what Mark asking you out would look like. Curiosity has fully gotten the better of you â how can it not, with how he breaks eye contact with you the moment it happens by accident in class, or with how pleasantly and shyly he smiles when you say âheyâ to him once youâre about to order? Youâd like to see, first-hand, as a recipient of the experience itself, what he would look like taking control of a particular situation like that â something someone like him, so mild-mannered and laid-back, never really seemed to do upfront.Â
Youâd like to think youâve given him clear signs. Thereâs a reason you always come in during his shift times, and itâs the same reason for why you have the same damn drink from the menu over and over again despite not even caring too much about coffee in the first place (something he admittedly doesnât know and probably wouldnât puzzle out, given how often youâre in that Starbucks, anyway). Itâs that you want him to remember you.
Selfishly, itâs that you want him to think just a little bit more about you every single day.Â
But if he does, Mark has never made it very clearly known; apart from taking your order in his genial customer service demeanor or letting a look of brief recognition pass his face over when you cross paths in the hallways, heâs never really shown heightened inquisitiveness about you. For all your differences, only you seem to actually care.
Frankly, that frustrates you, because if you have to think about him unhealthily, it would only be right for him to do that for your sake too. Still, youâll shrug that hit on your pride off for as long as you can get his attention one way or another.
All you really need is for your plan to pan out as well as you think â and hope â it will.Â
The thing is, youâre not even that bad at math. Youâve never really excelled at it, of course, but you wouldnât go so far as to say youâre in dire need of help from anyone â the kind of help that feels like babysitting, at least.
However, Mark Lee doesnât know that, and youâre not compelled to make that fact known to him when you notice that heâs leaning on the counter with his elbows, shoulders rolled forward and head bent down. Heâs twirling his ballpoint in hand, wrist hovering over a worksheet, and youâre briefly distracted by the rapidly moving shadow underneath it.
His head snaps up when you gently knock on the counter, and the rest of his body follows suit, straightening as he shoves the paper away, one edge crumpling in on itself as it meets resistance in the form of the pastry display glass.
âHey â hi, _________.â He knows your name, says it easily, and while youâd like to believe itâs because of his unprecedented interest in you, you know that itâs just because youâre always here and always having him write your name on the side of your cup. âCan I get you the usual?â
Thereâs no particular reason you order what you do; maybe itâs just rooted in the fact that when you first asked Mark for a recommendation, he said that the Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew was pretty good, and you were inclined to believe him (while pointedly ignoring the fact that it was, at the time, a new item all of the baristas were required to push to indecisive, slightly moony-eyed customers such as yourself). Whatever the case, you found the drink generally palatable, and you were also able to score the first of many smiles that fed into your two-semester-long infatuation with him, so it was basically a win-win scenario for all. He even got to do his job by getting some rube (see: you) into trying a new product.
âHey, Mark.â Youâve long since given up pretending that you donât know his name and have to check the tag on his cute green apron (why is it cute? You donât know. Itâs the same, standard, Starbucks green, but Mark makes it look homely and natural, somehow). Youâve been here way too many times over the last academic year for a nonchalant, were you talking to me? approach to work, anyway. âThat, plus a lemon loaf, if you donât mind. Whatâve you got there?â
His eyes follow the trail of yours over to his wrinkled worksheet. âOh â no, sorry. Itâs nothing.â
âIs it secret?â Your bottom lip juts out, and you see his Adamâs apple bob dangerously, a small telltale sign of minute nervousness before he lets out a short laugh. âDidnât know we kept stuff from each other.â
You donât know what makes you say that so naturally. The both of you donât do much beyond exchanging pleasantries.
âWe â uh, well, itâs just a worksheet. For Park Hyosungâs class. College algebra?â
âIâm in Kim Junghwaâs. Can I have a look? I want to know if youâre suffering just as much as I am.â
He pauses, considering your request for a moment, likely wondering if thereâs any harm in it before he smooths the paper out and turns it towards you. His handwritingâs a little messy, but his solutions are extremely neat. You see, like, one erasure, max. You also donât see anything that interests you â except the name written at the top. Still, you can see at a general glance that more than half of his answers are correct; the logic of his organization is way too elegant and his writingâs too sure to be anything else. You whistle low, and his eyebrows shoot up.
âSomething wrong?â
âPretty much the opposite. How is it that youâre doing this without breaking a sweat?â
âOh, well â itâs notâŠâ He doesnât even know how to brag. Yet another item in the perpetually growing list of things you find cute about Mark Lee. âI mean, anyone⊠can?â
âI must not be anyone then.â You meet his quizzical look with a wry smile. âEither you guys are leaps and bounds ahead, or Iâm really not going to make it through this semester.â
Another silence passes, just for a fraction of a second â short enough to be passable to others, but long enough for you to wonder if your humor code isnât up to par with the rest of the worldâs â before Markâs chuckling lowly. His large palm comes down, covering a majority of his answers in the process.
âYouâre kidding. Iâm sure youâre doing just fine.â
âMark, look at this face.â You gesture to your evidently dumbfounded, blank expression. âDoes this look like the face of someone thatâs doing just fine?â
Youâre pleased to hear another laugh from him; you donât know if he really finds you funny or if heâs just the type to be easily amused. You donât want to know, anyway; assuming is better than actually finding out.
âThat bad, huh?â He slides the worksheet away again, like heâs afraid his correct answers are going to offend you into leaving the cafe. Instead, his hands start working on your order, grabbing a cup and scrawling the shorthand of the drink on one of the little boxes. âEver think about getting a tutor, maybe? If you really feel like youâre drowning, that is.â
âA tutor? I guess that depends. Are you free on weeknights?â
The marker makes a soft screeching sound as he drags it down with too much force, ruining the penmanship of your name. Mark takes a moment to stare at the mistake on the plastic before he looks at you, pointing the rim of the cup towards himself. âSorry â am I freeâ?â
âYou said I should get a tutor, right?â
âI thought â no, sorry, I was thinking more like one of those department-assigned tutors you can ask the faculty for, or something.â
âOh. Are you not one of them?â You sigh, albeit a little over dramatically. Thankfully, he doesnât really cotton onto your acting, too caught up in befuddlement at the turn of the conversation. âThatâs a bummer. I was kinda hoping that if I was going to ask for help, Iâd get an actual genius. You know â someone like you?â
You can tell by Markâs expression that heâs torn between denying your compliment again and responding to your actual question; he looks both relieved and miffed when the student behind you clears her throat.
âSorry, butâ you know that thereâs a line, right?â
You both apologize, Markâs much more sincere than your own, and you step aside. His gaze follows you for a moment before it snaps back to the next customer, his voice abandoning that bemused uncertainty it had taken up with you. You donât really mind; as far as youâre concerned, any dent in his barista persona when he talks to you is a step in the right direction.
You hang around the pick-up area, receipt in hand, watching Mark clear the line before moving to the actual stations near the kitchen area. Thereâs a concentration on his face that you find all the more attractive; he has a habit of chewing on his bottom lip when heâs trying to focus on getting the drizzle just right inside the cupâs cylinder.
He tends to try his best at everything, you figure. Not an unattractive quality â not by a long shot.
Mark finishes your drink first; the milkâs still only seeping, cloudy, into the coffee when he brings it over. He doesnât even have to call your queue number, opting to meet your eye â albeit slightly nervously â instead. You reach out to hold the cup, a calculated move that allows you to brush hands against his without him being able to pull back on instinct. He doesnât, nor does he really seem to want to, but his jaw tightens as a flush creeps along the curve of his ears.
âYou really wonât help me?â
Your questionâs abrupt, almost a little demanding, even if your voice is sweet. Youâre not above asking this much, anyway, even if you technically want him to make the first move. The redness sinks down to his earlobes.
âI didnât say that.â
âYou didnât really say anything,â you tease. The cupâs on the counter now, so he can easily relinquish it to you at this point, but he still hesitates, only one hand slipping out from under the heat of your palm. He uses it to rub the back of his neck, chuckling softly, and you take this as a green light. âWhat time does your shift end?â
âFive-thirty. You sure you wouldnât want someone better?â
You pull your cup slowly to yourself, and his hand, still lightly trapped by your own, follows for a few inches before heâs withdrawing, the counter between the two of you forcing the distance. A smile follows the shaking of your head, and you take a small sip of the drink before you respond simply.
âThereâs no one better than you.â
Mark is a prompt kind of person; you learn this when, at five-thirty, he comes over to your table, tugging his apron off over his head. Of course, you might attribute that to his overall personality, but the fact that you spend the remaining two hours of his shift casting him glances from the left side of the coffee shop might have also been a contributing factor. The looks you give him arenât even furtive; theyâre deliberately long, so you never miss whenever he looks over to you from time to time.
He doesnât hold eye contact for very long (he does it well enough when heâs talking to customers, but itâs not like youâre ordering another cold brew from across the room at that point), but you can read snippets of his thoughts through the fleeting gaze exchanges. Heâs curious as to why youâre asking for help, now, of all times, when the semesterâs more than halfway over. Heâs surprised that you asked him, of all people, because he just canât conceive of a world that isnât within a television show where this kind of abrupt, overt request makes sense. Heâs flattered that you even asked him out of the blue. Heâs equal parts anxious and eager to know whatâs meant to happen after his shift, once he starts fulfilling your request.
Most of all, heâs unsure if heâs reading you right â if what it feels like youâre doing is something heâs attaching too deep a meaning to. If heâs right in reading your signs.
You donât really mind it; you like knowing that Mark somehow wears his heart on his sleeve, even if he tries to remain neutral for the sake of appearances. You also bask quietly in the fact that heâs looking at you twice as much as he ever has in the time youâve loosely known each other. Still, his bubbling confusion and inquisitiveness seem to be interfering with the rest of his work, especially when you notice that heâs been wiping down the surface of a table two down from where you are for more than seven minutes.
In the hopes of easing whatever tension might be in his heart, you offer him a small smile, but thatâs only met with his eyes immediately glazing over and inching a couple of centimeters above your forehead, where the story of Starbucksâ origins is drawn out in a faux-manga style. He pretends to find it interesting, as if he hasnât seen it a million times from coming into this establishment day after day â you know it well enough, and you donât even have to, considering you donât work here â and you canât do anything but hold back your laughter.
A small part of you says you should just give him the affirmative answer to his biggest question, but every other cell in your body says that itâs no fun if he doesnât ascertain it for himself.
He has his school bag and textbook in tow when he approaches, taking the seat across from you. Thereâs a steely resolution on his face, like heâs been emotionally preparing himself for such a daunting task, but it eases up the moment you laugh lightly.
âYou donât have to act like Iâm going to eat you.â
âIâm still not sure why youâre suddenly asking me to help you,â he admits. Heâs also very honest, you note. Again, not an unattractive trait. âIâm not complaining. I just didnât think you even had an opinion of me.â
âWhyâs that?â Youâre genuinely surprised. Mark drums his fingers on the front of his textbook, thoughtful â less for the sake of thinking what to say and more for the sake of considering how to say it. Itâs clear he wants to avoid calling attention to the fact that before now, you two have had no reason to run the same track, let alone sit together and talk at a coffee shop, as if youâve always been the best of friends.
âGenuinely just thought I was the guy who gave you your afternoon coffee every day,â he finally settles. Your eyes widen, and another laugh escapes you â a little louder this time, enough to call the attention of a couple of jumpy freshmen nearby.
âWell â let me put it this way.â You lean over slightly, cupping your chin in your palm. âWas I just the girl you made coffee for every day until now?â
There are clear cogs turning in his head; his eyes unfocus slightly as he thinks of the possibilities. His silence suddenly makes you somewhat nervous; your tone had been confident, and youâd only said that to prove a point, to push him in the right direction, but you realize that you hadnât previously factored in the possibility that he might simply say yes â or, worse, say no just to avoid hurting your feelings.
You watch his lower lip curl in; he uses his tongue to smooth out the skin thatâs slightly dried from work fatigue. You would much rather it peeked out, so you could imagine it against your own. His response is mumbled in a lower register, but you catch some key syllables â didnât⊠not ⊠stranger â pretty ⊠you?
âSorry?â You ask patiently, but the fact that he turns red and laughs again â something you realize is not only a trademark of his personality but also downright delicious of him to be doing â is all the answer you need to let the apprehension seep from your shoulders. âI didnât catch that.â
Mark clears his throat. âNo, I⊠didnât think of you that way. I mean⊠youâre my classmate.â
âSure,â your toneâs breezy, but the somewhat sloppy confirmation of interest in you makes your heart soar. He just needs more of a push. âAnd weâre basically friends, right?â
âYeah.â His voice is unsure at first, like he canât seem to wrap his head around the concept. You can tell that Markâs notion of friendship is likely based on shared interests, of which you admittedly have none. Technically, if you were his friend, youâd spend less time just telling him the exact same order every single day and more time sitting around a table trying to learn how to play Magic: The Gathering with him. Still, he takes one long look at your grin and suddenly gains confidence in his next words, as if it somehow convinces him that the briefness of your old conversations had been a mutually agreed-upon thing and not the product of social distance between the two of you. âYeah. Weâre friends.â
âRight. Friends help friends, donât they? Iâd definitely feel more comfortable having a friend teach me than some stuffy upperclassman I donât know.â
You see Markâs lips move slightly, in such small movements you could have imagined it as breathing if you didnât care too much (which you do). He mouths, to himself â friends help friends. For some reason, that boosts his conviction even further, and he nods.
âMakes sense. Well â for as long as you donât mind me, then.â
âMind? I asked you, so I should be saying that.â
âIâd never mind â I mean, of course I donât mind.â Heâs quick to correct himself, and you have to stop your own hand from reaching out to try to satisfy your curiosity, the desire to know just how hot his cheeks get when he blushes. âMore than happy to help, actually.â
âAnd Iâm more than happy to be here.â You beam at him, and he mirrors your smile. You donât know what it is about the look on his face â the brightness in his eyes, or the slight lift of his eyebrows, maybe â but it gives you the impression that he might be feeling at least a fraction of what you are: the feeling of your heart lifting off a few inches from your rib cage. âSince weâre on the same page, I hope â should we get to it?â
From the moment that Mark opens his textbook to a chapter on inverted parabolas, he assumes a personality you feel you havenât seen from him before. You realize that you really do know him in only two limited capacities â his classroom persona that seems to really only view himself and the material, focused on the board and the professorâs words (even up until the useless anecdotes) to absorb as much information as possible, and his more genial customer service form, always happy to assist in the trained, easygoing way youâve come to meet so often.
Right now, heâs a blend of both, yet somehow neither all at once. Heâs quick to catch the parabolas you draw, either wrongly or downright poorly. Despite initial hesitation, he always manages to say something; thereâs already a pattern to how he does it, from his slightly awkward, âAh, sorry, actually ââ to the way his finger traces over what youâve written, outlining the right curve. You find his interruptions so endearing that you start drawing them wrong purposefully â not enough for him to realize your schemes in their entirety, but enough to cast you a few amused glances, like he canât imagine why youâd map out such an absurd graph. You get the feeling he wants to actually laugh at how ridiculous youâre acting, but he canât tell if youâre seriously struggling or not, so he settles for a smile he thinks he does well in keeping to himself, but that you catch anyway. Heâs patient, even when you have to rip out pages from the back of his notebook because of your âmistakes,â like heâs still catering to your request for an extra pump of syrup for your coffee on sleepy days.
But thereâs also that side to him that comes out when he suddenly remembers the distance between you that, before today, had felt unlikely to be closed. It peaks at odd moments, like when youâre borrowing his pen because yours is currently holding your slowly unraveling bun up, and your fingers brush against his. It surfaces abruptly when you lean in to watch what heâs drawing until he realizes how close you are, arm lightly grazing his, and his pen freezes, ink blotting on the paper for a second. Itâs in those times that you can almost hear his brain churning out questions â like heâs wondering if youâre just oblivious or if youâre doing something on purpose that he canât quite believe. Like he wants to ask you whatâs on your mind, but he just doesnât know how.
If he asked, you would reply without missing a beat. The answer, after all, is simple (him). But Mark never raises the question, only does something without fully acknowledging what heâs doing â the adjustment of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, the ruffling of his hair as though to shake off his thoughts, the clearing of his throat to normalize his tone before he explains something youâve just asked about. Thereâs always that light tinge of pink to his face that makes him look even more endearing, and it fades and returns every so often for the better part of two hours.
By the time he rubs oncoming fatigue out of his eyes, the sun has already set; there are far fewer people around you at this time, and for as much as you like spending time with him and breathing in the scent of his shirt â always a tinge of Downy, barely cutting through the much more overpowering scent of espresso and sugar â your back has begun hurting from your front-heavy posture and determination to have your face as close as rationally possible to Markâs. Still, you donât miss out on the fact that the act of him cracking his neck to relieve tension makes your lips curl inward, trying to stifle an inappropriate noise in reaction to the view.
âI feel like I talked your ear off,â he pipes up, sounding a bit sheepish. âSometimes itâs hard to know when to stop once youâve gotten started. Iâm just hoping I didnât bore you to death.â
âMeanwhile, Iâm here hoping you arenât sick of my questions already.â You smile, closing your notebook and hanging the clip of your pen on the spiral. Your arms stretch up first, followed by your back, a light twist to relax your posture into normalcy again. Markâs breathing falls quiet, like heâd been preparing to say something in response but had let it die in the back of his throat instead. You let your eyes drop, expecting to see him looking at you, as he mostly has been â on and off â since his shift ended, but his eyes are far lower than yours, the telltale redness now growing in evident splotches across his cheeks.
The hem of your shirt has ridden up; while thereâs nothing outrageous about it, thereâs a short expanse of skin that it reveals, for a brief moment. His eyes are slightly glossy, brow furrowed like heâs trying to find a solution to something he canât fully understand. Youâre not even sure about what he could really be looking at, or if thereâs something heâs just thinking of that caught his attention while his eyes focused on a rather unfortunate spot. To test your theory, you suck in your stomach slightly alongside an inhale.
It should be objectively funny to watch Mark blink unevenly, left eye going first before his right tries to catch up, but you manage to stifle your laughter â poorly, though, because you end up coughing a little and breaking him out of his strange trance. You avert your eyes quickly enough for him to look vaguely relieved that you hadnât caught him looking. So he thinks, at least.
âAnyway.â You feel bad that you have to tear his mind away from whatever faraway land it must be trying to burrow a hole in; the dazed expression on his face dims into hastily hidden embarrassment. You donât want him to feel awkward, so you just busy yourself with packing up, making an unnecessary show of stuffing your notebook back into your bag as if it isnât half-empty at this point. âI really appreciate you taking the time to help me.â
âAny time.â His first attempt is a little raspy, maybe from overuse of his voice today, so he clears his throat and tries again. A slow smile builds on your lips. âAny time, really. Iâm glad that this is actually helping you; you pick things up surprisingly fast.â
âWait, really?â
âYeah. Give it a couple of weeks, and youâll probably be ready to tackle it on your own again, Iâm sure.â
He smiles reassuringly, but all you can think about is how thatâs not good. You should pretend to be a little dumber next time, or this will end much too prematurely.
The next five minutes pass in silence; you donât expect to be knee-deep in conversation anyway since, as much as you try to convince him, you arenât actually anywhere close to being those kinds of friends yet. Thereâs an unspoken rule to the give and take of things, where he pauses for you to get an item off the table and push it into your bag before he does the same with his own belongings. Neither of you really intersect paths, save for the moment you both grab your phones and stand at the same time.
His jaw falls open like heâs preparing to say something, then shuts as if heâs better decided against it. You decide to take the initiative to say what youâre assuming he wants to. âSame time, same table?â
âOh â uh, yeah, for sure.â
You want to ask him to walk out with you. You want to lace your fingers with his, tug him out, and kiss him under the green and white glow of the sign outside. You want to know if kissing his collarbone means youâll taste a hint of coffee. You think about doing it all somehow, especially since heâs fighting back a slight smile at the promise of tomorrow.
But it just isnât the right time.
Instead, you place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. The slow movement of his throat â yet another hard swallow â isnât lost on you, and his eyes land on where the two of you connect. With a grateful smile, you bid him a soft goodbye, taking your leave first.
You donât look back â at least, not until youâre fully in the cover of the darkness outside. On the gravel path, just out of reach of the lamplight, you chance one last glance back into the store. Mark is still rooted to the same spot, his backpack slung over one shoulder, staring at the table like heâs dissociating from what just happened â like he canât believe the last couple of hours.
Your smile grows when you see his own, and his hand comes around to the back of his neck, rubbing it lightly like it gives him small comfort to let him know that it was real.
Baby steps, you remind yourself. Youâve already got one foot in the door, after all.
As the days trickle by, you fall into a more comfortable standing with Mark; thereâs a routine to your meetings that seems to eliminate the initial and abrupt awkwardness of that first day. You come into that Starbucks at four, greet Mark, who doesnât ever have to ask for your order, and spend the next hour and a half slowly sipping on it until the ice has thinned and watered down your drink substantially. In that time, you allow yourself to do whatever you want (as if youâve ever done otherwise anyway), and what you usually want the most is a good view of him. You therefore use most of the minutes you have on hand to regard him from different angles â from the side when heâs frothing milk, upfront when he turns to leave cups on the pick-up counter, from the back when heâs clearing tables â interspersed with moments of checking your TikTok feed, clearing group chat messages, and sometimes re-curling your bangs with a portable iron from the schoolâs co-op center, a relatively new purchase you tote around these days. You do essentially anything in between to avoid acting too suspicious while he works.
Sometimes, you catch Markâs eye too; the more your meetings increase in number over the course of a few weeks, the more deliberately he looks over at you, and the longer it lasts. You feel like youâve made significant progress when your gazes lock and he smiles slightly, albeit a bit unsurely, instead of turning away like he used to. The other day, heâd even passed by while apologizing for how long you always waited for him â not that you ever minded, something you made a point to clarify with him before he walked away, carrying a couple of chairs from the back room with him to replace rickety ones.
That heâs able to transport them easily, as if heâs lugging a bag of apples from the grocery, does not escape your watchful eye.
What you like the most is that you start to learn more about him in a way that isnât fueled only by your expectations and, therefore, limited by your imagination. You find out that heâs from a close-knit family with a rather cushy background, and this barista job is just for interest funding and experience, in that exact order. Most of his earnings are funneled into the things he collects, which apparently isnât limited to comic books and special edition blu-rays with directorâs cut but also a rather stupendous amount of PopMart blind box figurines. Apparently, he particularly likes the Skullpanda series even if he hasnât completed it yet; your last session together had adjourned thirty minutes earlier than usual so that he could catch a pre-rush hour inner circle train to Honda, where the flagship store was set to open on that day. Heâd promised to show you his pulls (as long as they werenât embarrassing dupes). You learn that he likes to listen to loud music when he studies to stimulate his mind, and he has a playlist thatâs just a jumble of songs from Punk Goes Pop volumes that makes him feel empowered for some absurd reason, like heâs going against the grain. You donât really get it, but you do like that spiced-up rendition of Ariana Grandeâs Problem that he let you listen to once.
Of course, there are things that you find out not through conversation but through continued, closer observation. You notice that he likes to put on chapstick even if his lips arenât particularly dry, but he does worry on them often, most especially when heâs thinking hard about something. He has a habit of saying honestly⊠at the start of every other sentence, as if heâs concerned you wonât take his word on anything, even though heâs just talking about how unnaturally hot it was at noon despite it still being spring. He has long eyelashes that youâre equal parts attracted to and jealous of, and he bites the inside of his cheek whenever he wants to pep himself up after grueling shifts. He plays beats youâre not even sure he knows heâs creating against his knee with his fingers, so enthusiastic and consistent in this habit that you want to offer your thigh instead. His shoulders always go first before he laughs, and he does this thing where he raises his hand to cover his mouth at the start of it, which is a shame, because youâd do anything to keep seeing him smile like that â or, better yet, to be the reason for it.
Then there are those things you notice he tries to hide. He always turns his face halfway to the side when he blushes, something he seems to do without fail every time you smile at him. He has to temper the intensity of his grin when you take the time to compliment him on how cool his shirt is, or how nice his hair looks today, or how smart he is, like he doesnât want you to know how good it makes him feel even if you want him to feel good about it, around you, because of you. Sometimes he denies it for the sake of responding, and his voice always lilts on the first syllable in his refusal to accept what you say, even though he knows you wonât take it for an answer.
And after a couple more careful experiments, you notice that Mark, out of the many things heâs interested in, seems to have a particular thing for your stomach.
You donât know if it has anything to do with him not really seeing much of it in real life in his own time or if he just has his own kind of fixation on it, but you start to cotton on by the fourth time you meet. An hour of being hunched over a table thatâs not at the greatest height in relation to your neck and torso has you stiff, and youâd leaned back in your chair, arms pulling to the air, hoping your spine might feel like realigning if you exerted enough tension pressure that way. Your shirt hadnât ridden up this time, considering it had been tucked into your jeans, and it was because of this that youâd caught a flicker of something new in his face that you hadnât seen before.
You could have sworn it looked like disappointment.
Of course, he hides it quickly, as he does with most of his emotional candor, but itâs enough to make you suspicious â enough to make you wonder if Mark is also just keeping something to himself. Or maybe youâre just projecting your own presently secretive nature onto him. Regardless, you think itâs odd that whenever you stand up or stretch, his eyes almost immediately fall to your midriff, like he wants to challenge your clothing into a staring contest before he thinks better of it.
You donât mind, anyway. He can look as much as he likes. Maybe when the weatherâs warmer, youâll even cater to that interest and wear a crop top. Hopefully, thatâll be the push he needs to act on human instinct and ask you out or, like⊠bend you over. Maybe.
Youâre often plagued with these kinds of thoughts in between the ones you try to keep as family-friendly as possible â now, more so than ever.
Sometimes, itâs easier, especially when youâre caught up in talks with him; despite the fact that he doesnât seem like much of a conversationalist when it comes to generic matters, when either he or you are enthusiastic about a particular topic, he has a tendency to get carried away. Thereâs nothing impure about how his eyes light up when you remember to ask him about the movie he saw with his friends over the weekend or the way he hums old Nickelodeon cartoon theme songs under his breath whenever heâs looking for a page in the textbook. Itâs more of a situation where youâll observe something and immediately run with it despite it being an objectively normal action.
Like right now, as youâre watching him turn his pen between his fingers. Now, while heâs shaking his knee in mild impatience, as if heâs trying to will the answer to the worksheets youâve both been trying to get through for the better part of the day faster. Youâd made copies of the problems your professors had assigned and exchanged them under the premise of being able to practice more intensely.
However, whereas Mark is actually focused on solving, youâre just watching him out of the corner of your eye, wondering if heâs ever been told that his fingers are fuck-worthy on a singular, unique level or if itâd feel good for you to ride the thigh heâs currently moving, jeans and all. You consider the feeling of his warm palms on your bare waist as you do it, and you end up wondering if thatâs what crosses his mind whenever he sneaks glances at you, too.
Youâd know the answer to all those things if heâd fucking ask you out. Maybe you could do it after all. Maybe you should, instead of relying on slowly increasing the probability over such a long period of time. Maybe if you asked nicely, Mark might pull the shades down on the storefront windows and rail you against the glass.
Youâre so lost in thought that it genuinely startles you when he plops his textbook over the worksheet, rattling your eraser dangerously close to the edge of the table. Youâre still clutching your heart while he rubs his eyes a little too violently.
âCanât,â he groans, and his neck gives into the weight of his head, allowing it to loll backward. âI feel like the numbers are just melting into each other. I swear, I thought I could read words out of them.â
âMaybe we were a little too ambitious with the double worksheet agenda,â you admit, even though youâve barely gotten past half of yours and certainly havenât touched a single item on his. âShould we call it a day for now?â
âYeah,â he agrees, although he still takes the time to encircle his final answers before clapping his palms to his cheeks (an act that has your mind dangerously close to wandering off inappropriately again) to wake himself up. âWoah. I didnât even notice how dark it is already. Iâd say time flies when youâre having fun, but Iâm not too sure about the âfunâ part of itâŠâ
You trace his gaze towards the glass; the moonâs already out, surrounded by a smattering of low-light stars. You hadnât realized how late it had gotten, probably because your mind had been on R-18 mode for most of the afternoon. Also, the days are getting generally shorter, but that fact doesnât make you feel as embarrassed, at least.
âYou got a ride?â
The question once again shocks you out of your small trance, and you turn back to him with wide eyes. âWell â no. Wait, I didnât know you had a car. Whyâd you take the subway, then?â
âOh â no, sorry, I⊠donât.â He looks suddenly sheepish, eyes dropping to the shiny surface of the table for a moment before they snap back up, as if heâs actually actively reminding himself to look at you. âI was wondering if you wanted me to â actually, more than that, are you going home already? Not that you need to stay; itâs not that important, butâŠâ
You try to gloss over the fact that he had just been about to initiate another huge step in the right direction (i.e. offering to walk you home) by beaming at him, maybe a little too widely, if only to mask your disappointment at the sudden shift in conversation. âI have nothing waiting at home for me but a sandwich dinner and Singles Inferno, so hit me with whatever it is.â
âOh, cool.â His lips turn up, and the corners shake, this show of happiness once again tamped down by his own inexplicable desire to maintain a safe distance. How are you supposed to tell him youâre desperate to bridge that gap without using those exact words? âI came from the flagship store yesterday â the one in Hongdae that I told you about?â He allows the smile to widen slightly when you nod in genuine understanding. âGot the last six boxes of the collection Iâve been trying to finish.â
You whistle appreciatively. âCan I ask you for a loan on my next phone bill? You know, once Iâve upgraded to something pricier.â
âNah â just itching to complete the set,â he laughs. You wonder if heâs been doing that more often because he knows its crippling effect on you, though you doubt heâs that sly. Again, maybe youâre just projecting too much of your own motivations onto him. âThis was probably about two months of saving up combined.â
âNo new Iron Man issues to look out for, then?â Your voice is warm even though it takes on a teasing tone; Markâs hand rubs the back of his neck, and his expression is a little sheepish, but youâre happy that the times he used to go completely quiet, opting only to blush at your attempts to act more familiar with him are pretty much gone now.
âMaybe next month.â You also like that he doesnât really treat his hobbies as secrets, neither out of shame nor snobbishness. He explains these things to you the same way he does the topics you study â with an air of contentedness, like heâs happy someone listens to him without interrupting. On your end, you have no qualms with listening to his voice for hours, wondering when heâll stop using it to greet you when you come through the door and when heâll start saying your name in a way that makes you feel like youâre the only one he sees whenever youâre near. Itâs a win-win situation (sort of). âI was actually debating between this collection and a really rare copy of Spiâ well, never mind that. I just thought â since you were asking me a bit about blind boxes last time. You know, if you wanted to. With⊠me.â
As much as heâs become comfortable talking to you about things that donât involve coffee orders and school, you canât say that you arenât doing your fair share of the work in connecting the dots; the demand for your efforts is exponentially higher in moments like this, when you think heâs trying to ask you something but canât seem to find less-than-eager words to avoid what he thinks might spook you.
Luckily, he augments his fragments with action; reaching into his backpack â which you notice seems to be bulkier than usual â he starts extracting small brown boxes, all with the same design; it seems, for lack of better words, aesthetically gothic, and you reach out to pick one up, turning it over and examining the print on each side with vague interest. Mark starts laying them out on top of each other until thereâs a small, somewhat unstable pyramid in front of him, then shifts his attention fully to you, just as youâre putting the box in your hand atop all the rest.
âIâd love to.â You beam as he does, and thereâs a wondrous relief in his eyes that tells you heâs glad you manage to catch onto his words â or lack, thereof â surprisingly well. âFor as long as you donât blame me for any bad draws.â
âThe contents have already been decided by my own hand â sort of,â he chuckles. âPoint is, I would never do that to you. But I wonât lie; I kind of want to rely on your luck a little more.â
âWhat makes you think Iâd have any of that running through my system?â
âNot sure â beginnerâs luck, maybe? You just kind of look like one of those kinds of people to me â like⊠youâre just made of good things.â
You donât know how to take this compliment; on the one hand, itâs easily one of the sweetest things Mark has ever said to you that doesnât involve anything with actual sugar content. On the other, you know youâre not as lucky as he makes it sound, considering youâre still striking out on getting past the borderline of friendship with him. All you can do is smile, nodding and making to move closer to him by sliding into the next seat.
Itâs hard to ignore the sight of him stiffening; something like surprise mingled with both fear and interest flashes strong across his face, but you donât do anything to acknowledge the slight change in atmosphere, choosing to settle down comfortably and clap your hands. âSo. What are the rules? What can I do, and what canât I?â
âUh.â His throat constricts at the right moment, the syllable getting caught and causing him to clear his throat. You know that this is the nearest youâve ever been to him, the sleeve of your shirt tickling his arm. Upon closer, albeit brief inspection, you note that heâs also rather veiny. That doesnât do your impurity any favors. âNot⊠really rules, or anything like that. Just â these are the ones Iâve been looking for. Not that you can really control it, but in case you were curious about that.â
You squint intently at the scaled-down images he points out. Thereâs one that looks like a penguin caught in an oil spill; another that seems to be in a polar bear costume, dozing; and â âWhatâs⊠halo? HaloâŠbios?â
âIt just means marine life,â he answers quickly, like the thought means close to nothing to him to know something that obscure. Whoever said that smart is the new sexy wasnât joking. âLike⊠all things that live in the ocean, that kind of thing.â
âAnd you know this because?â
He pauses, looking thoughtful. âIâm not sure. I guess I must have just learned it when I was curious about what it meant some time ago. Isnât that how we all learn things?â
You shake your head incredulously, and he smiles a little apologetically. âYou never cease to amaze me.â Your nail drums against the silhouette of one with a question mark on it. âWhatâs this supposed to be? Can you draw your own figurine, or something?â
âNo.â Heâs clearly amused, but his expressionâs still patronizing enough for you to not feel too bad about saying something idiotic. âItâs a secret design â a money drainer, basically. You could buy a full set of this and still not get it. Some people will open hundreds without any luck, so itâs really rare.â
âYou donât want it?â
âI try not to get too caught up in the secret thing,â he admits. âOtherwiseâŠâ
âNo rare print comic books for the rest of your life, basically?â
He taps his nose, and you both share another laugh. Itâs nice, you think, to have come this far â to be someone Mark can share his interests and thoughts with. You may have been stretching the word to its limit when you first punched your way into his social life and called yourself his friend, but it feels more real now, more natural to think about and say. Even if he still sometimes seems to be hyperaware of the gap between the both of you, thereâs no denying, at least, that itâs been significantly reduced, and this much is a testament to that.
âWell, leave it up to me. Iâll let all of this beginnerâs luck rub off on you,â you announce with overflowing albeit unfounded confidence.
You both decide to open a box each at the same time; Mark suddenly panics and asks you not to unseal the foil bag right away without looking at the card inside first, earning him one slightly alarmed look followed by a burst of laughter at his pained expression when you pretend to rip open the packaging. Comparing pulls, you identify them using the set chart â your luck doesnât seem to be operating at full capacity yet because you can only offer him the card of one that looks like a floppy pigeon, which he responds to with a slightly apologetic grimace before saying heâs already pulled that thrice in the past. He, on the other hand, is turning the card of the polar bear over in his palm, trying not to make you feel bad for your duplicate pull by slipping it under his textbook when your eyes land on it.
The second round isnât much better; both of you manage to pull something heâs already added to his collection, and as youâre ripping the seal to your third box, he pauses and watches you. You think itâs because heâs concerned about the obvious shit luck youâve had thus far and wants to snatch it from you before your negative energy transfigures whateverâs inside into something he doesnât want, and youâre just about to offer the half-opened package to him before he pushes the one on his end to you.
âNo way, Mark.â Your eyes are wide, a palm up to reject it. âIf that turns out to be another dupe by my hand, Iâm literally going to walk into oncoming traffic.â
He has to control his amusement at your words so that it doesnât completely shake his voice into incoherence. âI picked all of these while I was there, so if anything, youâre only riding off my bad luck. Besides, this is your first time doing this. I want you to have fun.â
âBut,â your voice is pained. âYour money.â
âItâs not a big deal. With how few I need to complete them, I was definitely bound to run into more repeats than new ones.â He taps the front of the textbook â or, at least, the part of it not buried under the figurines and sealing tapes yet. âProbability mathematics.â
âI thought we already ended the study part of the day,â you grumble but concede, putting aside the one you half-opened to tear the top of his. Youâre careful when you shake out the foil packaging, making sure to place it upright on the table before extracting the card. Both of your faces fall â yours more than his â when you see itâs a repeat of the polar bear.
âAlmost. It wouldâve been a pretty lucky pull earlier, so itâs technically not bad,â he tries to reassure you, but you childishly feel like youâve been the sole source of his disappointment thus far. âTry the last one.â
Itâs irrational, but youâre suddenly anxious about it. For some reason, youâre worried that this will topple the carefully constructed ladder youâve propped up against Markâs tower of social defense. Even if heâs being genial about your rotten pulls, you donât know how much of it is just resignation to dismay on his part.
You say a small prayer, then fully rip off the seal; you donât even take out the packaged figuring anymore. You just shimmy the card out of the box, turning it over when you notice itâs upside down.
For a moment, your shoulders deflate. Itâs closest to this pastel purple figurine in the middle of the line-up, its stupid puckered lips almost taunting you. He hadnât even mentioned it as something heâs looking for, so you almost feel like this has come to a horrible full circle. But then he grabs the box, checks the list, and looks back at your card again. He looks shell-shocked, and youâre not sure if itâs the strong air conditioning directed towards the two of you or if itâs just his hands, but the image heâs holding is shivering slightly.
You look more closely at it, and something just doesnât feel right. Color palette aside, there are notable differences â different colored lips, a more intricate ear design, and closed eyes. ItâsâŠ
âDream eater,â Markâs voice is hushed, almost reverent, and very, very close to your ear. âItâs the secret one. Youâre⊠incredible.â
âWhat are you talking about,â your words are just as raspy; youâre not sure if youâre actually choked up with emotion or something â over a figurine, you have to remind yourself. âYou picked all of this. I just ripped open the box.â
The hush that falls over the both of you feels very concrete, weighty on your shoulders. His fingers creep towards the foil packet â the only one he actually opens because thereâs no way heâs not keeping it. The shiny purple head gleams under the fluorescent, the glitter around the star and moon designs catching the light as he turns it left to right, like heâs worried itâs a fake. You can tell why people want these things so much; thereâs a thrill in you that lingers, makes you feel warm and alert. Itâs anticipation, despair, excitement, and triumph all in one sitting.
Youâre stroking the smooth curve of the design by the ears lightly when Mark speaks up again and says the most outrageous thing.
âI want you to have it.â
âWhat?â You actually have to pop your ear canal in front of him with your pinky to make sure he knows how ludicrous he sounds. âThis is⊠you said it was crazy rare.â
âYeah. And you pulled it, with your magic. Thatâs like⊠unimaginable luck. Even more than beginnerâs luck.â
âLike I said, I literally just opened the box.â
âNo â you have like⊠the golden touch.â
âPlease,â you hiss, a genuine testiness to your voice. âDo not. I was just here for the ride â the experience, and all.â
âSeriously, take it.â
âAbsolutely notââ
Itâs a chaotic moment of him trying to hand you the figurine and you outright rejecting it, with both your palms working hard to push it back to him. Instead of nudging the plastic back, though, you end up placing the full force of your hands against his fingers.
Thereâs no actual spark when you touch, but your reactions make it feel like there might as well have been; you even lock eyes in startled unison, like you canât believe that just happened, before you pull away quickly, Mark drawing the figuring back to his torso while looking away towards the counter, where a lowerclassman is wiping down the stains. You want to scream at your warped reflection in the window. You barely initiate contact with him, but you imagine that if you ever did, you would prefer to not be saying something as abjectly negative as absolutely not while doing so.
Your mind flails in an attempt to mitigate the issue and water down the embarrassment, and clearly heâs struggling to figure it out too, because he pipes up before you can piece your thoughts together.
âNo, really.â His tone is a lot milder and, consequently, a lot more persuasive this way. âYou should take it. I want you to.â
âItâs not mine. This is your thing â your hobby.â
âThatâs why Iâm giving it to you. I swear â I want you to keep it.â
âWhy?â
He lapses into silence again, but his face is much redder than earlier. His mouth opens in an attempt to say something, but he just manages to uh his way back into a state of quiet, which gives you a chance to speak instead.
âWe can⊠share it,â you suggest. âShared custodyâŠ. ish.â
His eyebrow cocks involuntarily, and his jaw falls again, but all he does in actual response is nod â slowly at first, then with more sureness to the act.
âYeah. We can share it. Iâd⊠like that.â
Youâre glad that the bulk of the awkwardness has fizzled out fairly easily, and when you think about it, this feels like a pretty good course of action; you like that itâs this little link between the two of you now â something you share that no one else can touch.
Mark, you notice, is smiling as well â more to himself than towards you, it seems. His thumb grazes across the face of the figurine, slow across the lips, and youâre once again falling into a pit of nonsense by wondering when heâd do that to you.
âThanks for staying with me, _________,â he finally says, and your heart jolts and melts all at once. âAnd for⊠doing this. For chatting with me. And giving me your luck, and all that. Great way to end the day⊠with you.â
You say no problem, but you instantly regret it when you realize you could have just said it didnât have to end just yet.
â__________? Hello? Come back down to Earth?â
âShut up,â you sigh at the guy seated across you â Seo Youngho, an upperclassman, your Gender Studies classmate, and current project partner, waves in front of your face. You shoo his hand away, which only joins his other one as he throws them in defeat above his head. âStop moving. Be quiet. Donât talk.â
âThatâs the same thing as shut up and be quiet. Whatâs up with you?â He demands. âFifteen minutes ago, you were full of ideas. Now I feel like Iâm talking to a wax figure.â
Youâd been engrossed in your report for the last hour and a half, and the subject matter is admittedly something you enjoy â the role of gender in Twenty-First Century Korean marketing and advertisement, a title Youngho had taken more than ten minutes to type into the Google Docs header because he was pissed off at how the numbers looked like in the fonts he chose. Heâs an enthusiastic classmate and someone youâve come to be friendly with, not only because heâs genuinely approachable but also because he has fits of nosiness and talkativeness at the strangest moments, so a chunk of your relationship is mostly based on social terrorism on his part. You like him well enough most of the time â save for the last fifteen minutes of this hour.
Because Mark had just come in for his shift fifteen minutes ago, and suddenly Youngho is much too noisy for your taste, and his head is honestly way too big to the point that it gets in the way of your opportunities to see Mark behind the counter. You even resent him for choosing a booth instead of your usual table all of a sudden, because your view of the central baristaâs area is much more limited from this angle, especially since the huge espresso machine is in the of your field of vision.
Youâre also (currently and abruptly) mad at Youngho because you remember that heâs the reason youâve had to skip out on a couple of sessions with Mark. Like, it technically isnât his fault that you have a lot of research to do for the literature review section of the paper, nor is it his fault that this is your final requirement that comprises a whopping forty percent of your grade, but like⊠youâll blame him anyway. So youâre much more irritable, and youâve definitely been missing Markâs presence. In fact, you kind of just want to shove Younghoâs balloon head away and call Mark over to sit with you, but youâre not that much of an animal to actually do that.
Probably.
There had been inquisitiveness across Markâs face when heâd come in; his eyes had trailed to the table at which you usually sat, surprised to find two guys hunched over a single phone there instead of the usual you, waiting for him with your eyes bright and your smile wide. Youâd like to think itâs because heâs gotten as used to seeing you as youâre used to waiting to see him â like he just expects you to be there.
You hadnât really known how to call his attention to where you were, especially since Youngho was prattling very matter-of-factly about the academic journal heâd unearthed yesterday and how he thought it would be useful in reshaping the methodology of your paper (whatever). There was a moment in which you briefly considered ordering another cup of coffee just to get in line to talk to him, but your hands were already shaking from the venti youâd had to keep yourself from passing out in front of your partner.
So youâre more than relieved when, half an hour into his shift, Mark finally steps out from behind the huge machine, a mug of water for himself in hand, and turns away from the front of the store to drink it â only for your eyes to lock as he twists his torso in your general direction.
The mug stops just inches from his lips, but you could swear he smiles at you briefly when he recognizes you, so you return the favor. Younghoâs face contorts into abject befuddlement, turning around to see what youâre grinning at.
âOh, you poor sap,â he snorts, finally letting the puzzle pieces fall into place.
âWhat?â Youâre still distracted even if Mark has taken a gulp of water and is now attending to a gaggle of girls still in the throes of discussing what to order.
âWhat what? You gonna spend the rest of the day eyefucking Mark Lee from over here? At least let me get a different table.â
âShut up,â you repeat sullenly, coming back down to his level and finally â albeit reluctantly â meeting his eye (just because Mark isnât looking your way). âWhat were you saying about the sample size?â
âThat itâs much too large to be feasible, a point we closed twenty fucking minutes ago,â he says pointedly. âIs it a thing for baristas or a thing for smart guys?â
âItâs a thing for Mark Lee,â you sigh, following Younghoâs suit and shutting your laptop close. Youâre at least glad heâs not annoyed that youâre delaying work for a crush, or maybe heâs also just equally lazy at this point. âYou ever look at someone and think you would give it all up for a chance to hit that?â
âNo, because this isnât a porn movie, and Iâm clearly not the main character in whateverâs going on in there.â He jabs at your forehead; you swat his hand away again.
âWell, I would.â
He rolls his eyes. âSo do it, dumbass.â He says this so simply, like he canât imagine why youâd be holding yourself back, which is a valid thing to feel, except itâs not really any of his business.
âCanât.â
âBecause?â
âBecause it doesnât fit into my elegant master plan. Also because I want him to ask me out. I just want that victory.â
âOh yeah, there it is.â Youngho leans over, wiggling his fingers at your ears like heâs greeting a next-door neighbor. âHey, delusion. Good to see you. Do you even understand how crazy it is that youâre taking a Gender Studies class while waiting for your dick-in-shining-armor like a damsel in distress?â
âAsshole,â you grumble, violently opening your laptop monitor again. âGet back on Google Drive.â
Thankfully, Youngho complies, and the next two hours pass in relative silence and productivity, with you hammering out a vague references list that he promises to format in your stead so you can âspend more time dreaming about Mark Lee between your legs.â You want to strangle him, but there are far too many people in the cafe for you to get away with it. Also, aforementioned Mark Lee would only be a witness to your criminal record, and while you think thereâs something romantic in killing for love, or whatever, youâre not sure itâd make the best impression on him.
âNext weekâs my birthday,â Youngho announces as he stands to tug on his jacket.
âCongratulations,â you say wryly, peeking over his bulletin board torso to see Mark tugging off his apron and picking up his school bag. Your heart hammers in your chest as he looks over at you briefly, and something like embarrassment passes over his face before he busies himself with neatly folding the fabric. âGo away.â
âUsually people look uncomfortable for not knowing and then start thinking about what gifts to get the celebrant, but I always felt you were kind of a revolutionary.â He snaps his fingers right in front of your eyes, and you look up at him, a little offended. âIâm having a get-together â and by get-together, I mean itâs gonna be a rager. You should come.â
âWhen?â
âNext Thursday.â
âCanât,â you chew on your lip, wondering if Mark is leaving. His movements seem particularly slow, but you wonder if heâs just taking his sweet time because he has nothing better to do. Of course, he would have something better to do if Youngho stopped fucking obscuring you from him and vice versa. âBusy. School⊠whatever.â Not completely untrue. Most of what you do with Mark has to do with school.
âThis moony-eyed thing is just not for you, I fear.â
âAre you going to be here all day?â
âAre you? Why donât you just fucking ask him out, you lunatic?â You canât imagine why he sounds so exasperated. Itâs not like this is his problem â or his business, for that matter. âMaybe if you did, you could fuck him and move on with your life and be an actual contributor to societyâs development.â
âHas anyone ever told you how nosy you are?â
âConstantly.â He brings his palms down on the table, the thud shaking you out of another oncoming stupor. âThink about it. Maybe itâll make you stop making that stupid face.â
âYouâve got a stupid face,â you mumble, sulking as he pinches your cheek as a goodbye before heading out of the shop.
At least you finally get to see Mark in full, glorious view â and you get to watch him come closer, although his stride is somewhat cautious.
âHey.â Even his voice sounds unsure â almost like the way he used to sound earlier in your friendship. âI didnât want to interrupt you and⊠your friend?â
âOh. Well, you wouldnât have been interrupting,â you inform him, completely genuine. âHe was spouting a lot of nonsense.â
âYou guys seemed pretty close.â
âI guess itâs a proximity thing,â you sigh, and Mark raises his eyebrows slightly in question. âWeâre partners.â
âOh.â The way he draws out the syllable is slow. âThat definitely makes sense.â
The silence stretches out between the two of you again, with Mark checking his shoelaces. You almost grab your head; it hadnât occurred to you until now how damaging missing meetings with him would be to your friendship. You feel like youâre slowly being dragged back to square one, and you want to give him an explanation.
âHeâs actually⊠I havenât been able to see you because Iâve been working on something with him.â you offer, trying to answer a question he didnât even ask. âSorry about that. I swear Iâll be back on track tomorrow.â
âNo, no â I completely understand.â He pauses thoughtfully. âThank you⊠for telling me, though. Iâ uh, appreciate that.â
âIâd love to see you tomorrow, though.â You try injecting more pep into your voice. âIâve really been behind on my algebra. Iâve definitely been drowning without you.â
âOh, yeah.â A small smile graces his lips, but you canât tell if the reluctance behind it is from fatigue or something that looks oddly like sadness. âIâm down for tomorrow. Same time, same table, right?â
âYeah, for sure.â
âCool. See you, _________.â
You watch him turn on his heel, walking to the front door, and something like fear mingled with desperation clutches your heart. Fuck the traditional route, you think. You donât know what it is about how heâs acting now, but itâs making you feel like heâs slipping through your fingers. All that hard work â thereâs no way youâre letting him go.
âMark, wait.â
Youâre at his side, fingers curled into the sleeve of his jacket before you can figure out exactly what you want to say. You feel as surprised as he looks at your sudden liveliness in action, and his gaze trails from your clenched fist to your face slowly, like heâs trying to memorize this whole position.
Your exhaleâs shaky, but even still, you try not to sound overtly self-conscious when you ask, âDo you like Chinese food?â
Something in the furrowing of his brows tells you he canât seem to see where this conversation is headed, and that slightly bothers him. âI like it well enough. Why?â
âThereâs this really good dim sum buffet near my momâs office. We tried it before â the Xiaolongbao is awesome.â
âHey, that sounds pretty cool. I love Xiaolongbao. Iâll definitely have to check it out then.â
You want to tear your hair out. âHow about â you know, checking it out with me? Tonight? You know⊠together. With me.â You already fucking said that.
Youâve never seen Mark blink this rapidly; he looks like heâs trying to crunch large numbers in his head. A small part of you actually worries that heâs malfunctioning, but just when you think heâs going to glitch out completely, he clears his throat. It bothers you how uncomfortable he looks. âTonight? Oh man⊠itâs my cousinâs birthday tonight. I canât⊠reschedule. Well, obviously. Maybe some other⊠time?â
Your âoh, yeahâ is small, and so is the ghost of Markâs smile. You canât help but feel like heâs pitying you a little, although he doesnât seem like the type, but the thought of it alone makes you want to puke. He makes no motion to move, and you think heâs extending this awkward moment out on purpose until you realize youâre still hanging onto him and he has no way of telling you to let go nicely.
Fingers unfurling from his sleeve, you take a careful step back, but when he walks away, it feels like youâve gone much, much further away.
The worst part is that you canât even figure out why.
Luckily, the next few times you see Mark, you manage to rebuild a rather shaky bridge back to where you had been. You even manage to strong-arm him into sharing an apple fritter one afternoon, and you know itâs a bit sad to think about it a particular, untrue way, but you canât help but pattern what youâre doing into some kind of pseudo-date. Pathetic isnât a word you normally associate yourself with, but youâve been borderline desperate for progress where there seems to be none, so you take small victories where you can get them.
Unfortunately, you havenât been able to revisit your stupid dim sum plan; sometimes, he says he has somewhere important to be, but most of the time, itâs actually your fault. No â itâs Younghoâs fault, because he keeps bothering you to finish the project. Youâre aware that he canât do it himself, but since heâs informed of your current plight, he could at least stand to be more sympathetic.
And you hate the way Mark looks every time you splutter out that you have to take a rain check for that reason; itâs not even disappointment, or something, which would be much more understandable. Itâs this mysterious kind of faraway look, where his eyes glaze over a bit and he seems suddenly very lost in thought â or completely dissociated. He never strays away from his normal response of ânext time, then,â but that ânext timeâ fades into the weekend and into the start of next week, and you have to spend every other evening with an annoying Seo fucking Youngho on a Google Meets call instead of eating soup dumplings loveshot style with Mark Lee.
Thursday night rolls around, and the former performs the most irritating stunt yet: blowing up your phone with so many KakaoTalk messages that it almost buzzes off the table during your session with Mark. Luckily, he seems to have learned a thing or two from his comic books, catching it before it hits the floor.
âYou sure you donât want to answer it?â He asks, gingerly handing the phone to you like heâs afraid itâs going to explode from all the pinging.
âWithout the shadow of a doubt,â you sigh, flipping the screen downwards. Buzz.
âIt kind of seems important. Or, like⊠urgent.â
âHeâll live. Unfortunately.â
Mark falls silent, fiddling with the page heâs on. Heâs neatly highlighted the formulas on the page with blue ink, and his finger keeps scratching at the slightly wet paper. Buzz.
âDidnât you say you two were partners?â
âYes. Also unfortunately.â Youngho is actually a great person, but you kind of hate how Markâs paying more attention to his texts than to you right now. âWhat did you get for number ten?â Buzz.
âA hundred and tweâ are you really just going to let it keep ringing like that? What if heâs⊠I donât know. In trouble? Like, he needs you?â
You smack your phone on its back, hoping that the punishment reaches Youngho because he absolutely is in trouble â only with you. âHeâs just making a racket because itâs his birthday and he probably wants a bunch of people to trash his parentsâ house, or something.â
âSounds like fun.â The dubious tone in Markâs voice indicates that his idea of fun definitely isnât that. Buzz.
âNot really, but I assume heâll only pipe down if he manages to get his way.â
âHe must really want you there.â
There it is again â that weird, distant expression that makes you feel like heâs trying to free himself from the tethers of the earth. You close your textbook in defeat; it wasnât even like you got the answer to number ten correct anyway. Buzz.
âHe just wants everyone there, I bet. But I probably should show up so he shuts up.â
âOh â yeah, okay. Weâll call it a day, then?â Heâs avoiding your eye as he starts packing his things, which is actually impressive because you have practically nothing but your book to keep in comparison to his pencils and protractor, so you just stare, willing him to look at you.
You want to know whatâs going on in his head. You want to know whatâs going on in his heart â what he thinks of you, why he seems warm one second then almost like a stranger the next. You want to know if he knows you like him and if him not doing anything even if he knows is a sign that he doesnât like you back. You want to know if heâd let you kiss him, if heâd kiss you first, if you can meet not because of sweet cream cold brews or algebra but because you just want to be together.
You just donât know how to ask. For as much as you like him, for as much as you want him, you havenât figured out the most basic part of this â if you mean anything more than a two hour talk to him at all.
âMark.â This feels awfully like the dim sum conversation, only somehow ten times more disastrous. âCome with me.â
âSorry?â The appalled look on his face makes you squirm in your seat.
âI donât really want to go, but maybe if we go together⊠we can just hang out a bit and leave once itâs boring⊠I think itâd be fun,â you explain lamely, deciding at the last second to drop the with you that had originally come with your sentiment.
âI donât think your⊠partner will like someone uninvited showing up.â
âIâm inviting you.â
âIâm pretty sure thatâs not how it works.â
âYouâd be, like, my saving grace or something â my excuse to scram. Weâll say we came right from a study session; we only popped in halfway through for the sake of greeting him a happy birthday. Then we can just go. We can say â uh, weâve got more work to do.â Youâre practically begging him at this point, and you donât even get why. You just donât want him to leave looking the way he does â confused and a little detached. You want the Mark that had smiled at you while giving you your coffee â the one that had kindly pointed out an arithmetic mistake in the most gentle way possible. You want to open blind boxes with him, whine about your rotten luck, and part ways with his warmth still against your coat sleeve.
You donât know what comes over you then, but you pluck up the courage and initiative to slip your hand in his. He stiffens a little, but you donât care; your fingers squeeze his in urging.
Something in his expression breaks â cracks first, then falls away, before heâs nodding, still looking vaguely thoughtful.
âIf you think itâll help you, then⊠okay.â
The bus ride to Younghoâs neighborhood is uneventful because itâs quiet. You stand close to Mark at all times, but you barely touch, save for the times your knuckles accidentally brush his when you lurch forward slightly as the vehicle comes to a dangerously abrupt stop. He doesnât ask anything about the party or the company thatâll populate it, which is just as well, because you donât have a clue.
You know itâs the right house because the doorâs wide open and thereâs music coming from inside; you canât make out much more than the deep bass pumping through the concrete, but youâre pretty sure itâs making your heart jump in your chest even more than it already is. There are quite a few people you vaguely recognize on the lawn, and even more that you absolutely donât; a good number of them glance at you and Mark as you step through the threshold then look away, probably deciding youâre of no real consequence or harm to their moods.
Younghoâs easily spottable because of his massive height; he towers over the rest of his guests, and the red plastic cup in his hand calls even more attention because heâs lifted it over everyone elseâs heads. You throw Mark an apologetic glance that he responds to with a short nod before you dive into the crowd alone, trying to weave your way to where youâd last seen Youngho.
âBro, finally!â Youngho greets you, pretty much shouting over the music. âWhereâs the gift? Did you leave it on the table?â
âHappy birthday, Youngho. Do you know how close you were to being blocked?â
âI see you brought mister espresso with you,â he ignores your comment completely, nodding to Mark. When you turn back to see him, you notice heâs squishing his arms closer to his sides, trying to minimize the space he takes up. âSo what? Yâall get to hook up already?â
âNo. I brought him here because we were in the middle of something and someone,â you stop, offering him a pointed look thatâs also ignored. âWouldnât stop texting.â
âCockblock,â the guy next to Youngho, who you now realize has been eavesdropping, singsongs. âOh, sorry. You looked angry when you stomped through the crowd, so I wanted the juicy details. Nameâs Jaehyun.â
You take the hand he offers you briefly, introducing yourself. When you say your name, realization dawns on his face, and he jabs his forefinger at you.
âOh, dude. Youâre that girl â the Starbucks Showstopper.â
âThe what?â
âThatâs what his friends call you.â He scratches his ear, seemingly racking his brain for more information. âIâm with Mark and a couple of his friends â Lee Donghyuck and Na Jaemin â in College Algebra.â
You completely gloss over the fact that youâve finally found out the real government identity of the mysterious figure named âHyuck.â âThey⊠talk about me?â
âFrom time to time. Not really. Once or twice. Donghyuck only calls you that because Mark apparently keeps blowing them off to hang out with you.â
âHow do you know this?â
âI have ears. Itâs not hard when they talk like no oneâs around.â
You shush Younghoâs exclamation of and youâre saying Iâm nosy?, your heart hammering hard in your ears, practically drowning out the music. âWhat⊠what else did they talk about?â
âNot sure. Something about not seeing you that often these days. Jaemin teasing Mark about getting dropped now that you donât need his help anymore. Donghyuck piling on and saying youâve got a boyfriend.â
âWhat?â
âDonât shoot the messenger.â Jaehyun still inches away from you when your voice rises in pitch and decibel. Some people around you start, then move away as well, as if scared youâre going to incinerate them. âThey were just teasing him that you probably ditched him after you started dating someone. Your partner in some project, or what.â
âOh gross.â The realization hits you like a speeding truck. Younghoâs expression is affronted.
âFirst of all, you bitch. Second of all, as if I would date someone who didnât even buy me a gift. Or want to come. Or yelled at me after coming. Wow â now that I think about it, youâre terrible, _________.â
âOh, shit; that someone was you?â The only person that isnât tense in this conversation is Jaehyun, who laughs point blank at Younghoâs sour face. âI think they were offering to put you into one of their Death Note notebooks. Sucks for you, hotshot.â
âWhat a smudge on my good name,â Youngho sighs mournfully. âOn my special day, too.â
âI desperately need you two to be quiet for one second. I have to â whereâs Mark?â
Even when you stand on your tiptoes, youâre not nearly as tall as the two of them; itâs Youngho, with his freakish height, who manages to spot Mark by the bowl of nachos, looking as though heâs trying to decide if theyâre safe for consumption. You hardly excuse yourself; actually, all you say is a distracted âlaterâ that dismisses Jaehyunâs cooing that somethingâs going down and you should clue him into all the mess later as a thank you. Your appreciation of his sudden and somewhat short-lived presence in your life is still up in the air.
Markâs busy making a sour face at the sip of punch heâd just taken; he only straightens up when youâre right in front of him, putting his cup down next to the nachos. âHey. Did you get to find⊠umâŠâ
âThatâs not important.â Your hand bunches the fabric of his jacket in a death grip, something he barely has time to register, let alone question, before youâre tugging him through the throng of people. You want somewhere quiet, somewhere private, and you initially consider the lawn, except you know itâs strewn with cups and has stragglers debating whether to go home or not. You canât risk any of them being expert eavesdroppers like Jaehyun, so you make a beeline for the stairs instead.
âWeâre not leaving yet?â He has to shout over the music, but thereâs no resistance in his stride; he follows you up and waits patiently, although a little perplexed, as you check the doors on the second floor. Two are locked, one is a bathroom, and the other is a messy, musk aftershave-scented place you can only presume is Younghoâs room. Talking in front of a sink and a toilet doesnât feel like itâll be very productive, so you just drag Mark into the bedroom, kicking aside the crumpled shirt on the floor â which you couldâve sworn youâd seen Youngho wear for class yesterday. â_________, whatâs going on?â
âMark Lee,â you burst out, ignoring the fact that his eyes widen slightly at your tone. âWhatâs your fucking deal?â
You donât think youâve ever sworn in front of him before; that much is evident when he continues to gawk silently, unable to find words to respond to your question. Or maybe itâs just the volume and force with which you demand an answer. The problem is that you donât even know what kind of reply you want. A small part of you nags that this is uncalled for, especially at this level, with you practically caging him into an unknown room. In fact, even now, youâre still embarrassed at your behavior, wondering if youâve gone too far and stepped over a line between you.
But the source of all your frustrations is, in fact, that line â one so strangely drawn, clear at some points and almost invisible at others. Sometimes, he seems simply content with the barest minimum of friendship: talking to you, helping you, politely laughing at your (terrible) jokes. But there are also times he blushes too hard for it to not mean anything, times that he makes you feel like you could mean a little something more to him too.
Yet, from there, he wavers, stepping back so as not to get entangled in something you donât understand â like when he grows distant every time you mention Youngho to him. You donât understand why he would unless he echoed, even just a little, the longing in you. But you also donât get why he stays and builds more walls around himself, like heâs determined to ignore all the other signs â like he doesnât want to know if itâs really true and will just accept the assumption that it is. You hate not knowing where you stand with him, and while you could easily ask, you know you donât want to.
And for a long time, youâve convinced yourself that itâs because you want to see Mark step out of his comfort zone and initiate something, but the ugly truth is staring at you: itâs simply just that you canât stand the idea of seeing him come to the conclusion that you canât be anything more to him than someone he makes a sweet cream cold brew for every so often.
Thereâs a moment of tense silence between you two, where youâre just staring at each other â him, perplexed, and you, agitated â and the only sound that passes is the faint but unmistakable voice of Youngho going who has the cake cutting knife? from somewhere down below. You try not to get caught up in the fact that Mark still looks cute when heâs dumbfounded.
âSorry?â
âWhat,â you repeat pointedly. âIs your deal? Why have you been acting so weirdly around me these days? I thought â I thought we were⊠getting closer. I thought⊠weâŠâ
Youâve confirmed it now; youâre the epitome of cowardliness. You canât even say I thought we liked each other â because you know that you do, but you still canât honestly, assuredly tell if he does. Maybe you just read too deeply into the smallest things â smiles before he asks for your order, glances at you when he thinks youâre not looking, sharing the dream eater figurine â to fuel your own emotions without really checking the depth of his.
âI thought we were cool,â you reroute your words, and they come out flat and lame. âBut just when I think youâre warming up to me, you suddenly pull away. Like⊠youâre afraid of me. Or you donât like me. I donât know.â
âItâs not â I donât â Iâm not afraid of you,â he stumbles over his words, and even in the darkness of this space, you see his face turn bright red, very quickly. His feet shuffle, not because heâs lost his balance but because he seems to want to get rid of a sudden restlessness. âI do like you. We are â we were getting â weâre close. We â weâre friends. You said that, and we are.â
âIs it only because I say we are that you agree?â
âWhat? No, Iââ His hand passes over his face, slowing at the curve of his chin. âI really like being friends with you. I like being around you.â
âThen why do you act so weird these days? Like â youâll be fine one moment, then youâll back off, like you suddenly remembered you donât want to be around me.â
âItâs not like that. Iâm â I donât getâŠâ He takes a deep inhale, recalibrating himself for a moment before his voice comes out again, less strained this time. âI just donât want you to feel uncomfortable around me.â
âHow could I?â Thereâs something more than confusion coloring your voice; thereâs hurt, too, and he looks as surprised as you feel at hearing it. âI wanted to be your friend. I was the one that asked you to hang out. I was the one who wanted you to talk to me, to help me, to go to a goddamn dim sum place with me. Why would I feel uncomfortable? Or are you just using this as some roundabout way to say you feel uncomfortable?â
Mark falls silent, and you donât know why this speaks volumes all of a sudden. His eyes are trained to the tips of his sneakers, which are rising in soft bumps every few seconds; heâs curling his toes inside them. You feel like youâve gotten the worst answer possible, and something grows cold in your chest.
âYou feel uncomfortable around me.â You rehash, but itâs no longer a question. âYou donât know how to get rid of me.â
âNo, itâs not that.â
âYou think Iâm only using you.â
âNo.â
âThen what?â Your voice breaks, no longer out of anger, but a desperate sadness. The moment your eyes feel hot and prickly, you decide you want to end the conversation. Itâs embarrassing, you think, for someone like Mark Lee â whom you like, who only ever sees you as a friend â to see you get choked up at a fucking birthday party at someone elseâs house.
A beat later, youâre mumbling a half-hearted forget it, and you detest overdramatics, but you hate the idea of being in a room with someone whoâll never return your feelings even more right now; you push past him, already on the thought of calling a cab home instead of taking the bus so that no half-drunk businessmen coming from their company dinners see you crying.
But something warm wraps around your wrist, then closes over your hand, and youâre unable to move, Markâs palm pressed against the back of yours. When you look back, you notice heâs still not looking at you, but his ears are practically on fire with how red they are, and you feel his fingers tighten slightly, tremble slightly against yours.
âItâs not that. I didnât ever want you to think â I heard about you two. That you were dating someone. Seo Youngho.â
âWhat does that matter?â Your words come out a little more bitterly than you expect, and you have to remind yourself to reel it in. âThat doesnât explain your discomfort.â
âI didnât want to make you uncomfortable,â he repeats, still evidently careful in choosing his words. âBecause you wanted to be friends.â
âI donât understand,â you state bluntly. In the back of your mind, you note that Markâs grip keeps tightening and loosening, unsure of whether to keep holding on or let go. But thereâs something else, too â the soft graze of skin against yours, his thumb gliding over your knuckles.
âThat was all you said you wanted to be, right?â He waits for a response, but when you donât give him one, he lets out a shaky breath and continues. âYou kept saying â we were friends. You wanted us to be close like that. I just wanted to respect it, even ifâŠâ
âRespect what?â
âThat you didnât want⊠anything else.â
The music downstairs is a bit tamer now; you hear the door opening and closing every so often, signaling guests leaving here and there, but there are still enough footsteps downstairs for you to know that thereâs a crowd Youngho hasnât gotten rid of and therefore has to attend to. That much is good; youâd get slapped with a homicide charge if he came up here all of a sudden.
âYou were jealous.â
Markâs fingers pinch the bridge of his nose for a moment. âI tried to stop. I donât have a lot of practice with â well, I didnât know how to approach the situation. I thought I was still acting normally; I didnât think⊠I didnât want you to feel weird and stop hanging out with me just because⊠I couldnât fix it.â
âYour friends are assholes,â you mumble, and he finally meets your eye, equal parts startled and amused. âWe arenât. Werenât. We never were dating.â
âEven without that, I thought⊠it was a bit embarrassing. Liking someone like you â someone as pretty as you, as nice as you â I thought it would make you feel weird. Then youâd start avoiding me too. Or, worse, youâd keep doing it just because⊠you⊠felt bad for me.â
You donât know what you find more ridiculous â that you hadnât seen figured it out or that you could have avoided all of this if youâd just been a little more honest with him too. Markâs hand starts loosening around yours, a little too much, and you turn your palm and grip his hand before he can escape. He stiffens again, just like earlier, but you now understand better why he does.
âI just wanted to keep hanging out with you as much as I could. I thought⊠Itâd be fine, just spending time with you, and Iâd be able to like you for a while, on my own, thenâŠâ He looks a little pained. âThen just let you go. Iâm sorry.â
âSorry you couldnât let go?â You sigh softly, your palm guiding his until they connect, face to face, and you can finally lace your fingers into his. Thereâs no resistance, but his hand trembles slightly in yours still. âIf thereâs anything you should be apologizing for, itâs that you ever thought of doing it.â
Something clears in the air, lightens in his expression, and he chuckles, albeit a little shyly still. âItâs because I never thought someone like you would like someone like me.â
âI like you.â And it feels right to say it now, not at all out of the blue, never in fear of an answer heâs already given. âI like you when you smile at me every time you ask for my order. I like that you never get impatient when Iâm getting my answers wrong. I like seeing you excited when you talk about a new series youâre looking forward to â something new you really want to collect. When you blush, when you laugh loudly, when you spin your pen in your hand â I like you in all those times.â
âEven when Iâm jealous?â
âEspecially when you are.â Your free hand comes up to cup his jaw, and youâre reminded of the fact that youâve wanted to feel the strength of the angle under your palm for ages now. Itâs not at all a disappointment, and your heart flutters irregularly in knowing you couldâve done this a long time ago, but it doesnât matter because youâre doing it now, and fuck if Mark Lee doesnât look good this close to you. âSo be jealous â because now, you know you can be.â
Kissing him is better than you imagined, and youâve imagined a little too much to be embarrassed at this point; thereâs a heat to his lips that matches the one across his face, an upturn to them that makes you smile too. The settingâs not at all an expected one, but youâll take it, not because itâs dark or because itâs private but because Markâs in here with you, and you would have kissed him in a brightly lit football field full of people for as long as heâd let you.
Youâd like to think heâs flushed for a reason other than shyness when you pull away, even if his laugh is quiet and breathy. In fact, when you murmur not enough, heâs the one that closes the gap this time, offering freely what you ask for with such little eloquence. The natural trepidation in his mouth relaxes, gives way to a curiosity that keeps you locked for so long that you forget you need to breathe, much more intent on finding out if Markâs tongue tastes as good as youâve imagined for so long.
It doesnât; it tastes even better.
Itâs still not enough, not by a long shot, but you have to resurface before you pass out like this, and even he looks a little dazed when you pull away â not in a bad way, with a grin on his face that you can only classify as endearingly goofy: slightly lopsided and a little shy, but with an unmistakable air of satisfaction.
âMonths,â he mumbles, his lips still dangerously close to yours. Your eyebrows rise in questioning, and he laughs in that infectious way that makes you want to join in without even knowing what the punchline is. âIâve been thinking of kissing you for months.â
And you do share the laughter this time, not out of amusement but of a happiness that spills without restraint. âBut youâre suddenly holding back now?â
âJust letting myself bask in the moment, I guess. Letting it sink in so I remember everything.â
The two of you stand there quietly, still trying to fully parse the progression of events, and a small part of your mind registers that Markâs thumb is still drawing circles on your skin. Itâs also not enough â this touch, this closeness. You know now that heâs been thinking of you for months, and it reminds you that you spent that time dreaming of him too. And you remember youâve always wanted to be even more familiar with him, and suddenly the desire is overwhelming; heâs right here, and you donât ever want him out of your grasp again.
âWhere are you going?â Heâs only curious for the sake of it; thereâs no alarm in the question because you keep your fingers tightly woven in his, tugging him along as you walk past him to the door. Heâs still staring in wonder after the lock clicks shut. âWhatâs⊠happening now?â
âYou waited months to kiss me, right?â He nods in response at your question. âIâve been waiting just as long to have you too.â
His mouth falls open, but he doesnât manage to say anything; his jaw tightens just as quickly when he feels your free hand trail down his chest, feather-light and asking for a green light. Your index finger stops just above his navel and draws back slowly, but not before you feel the shiver that runs down his torso.
âWe donât have to if you donât want to,â you murmur, giving his hand a little squeeze. âBut I just want you to know â I want to. I want you.â
A thoughtfulness settles on his face, and his eyes graze over yours, trying to read your seriousness. You donât know how honest you look, but your words hold enough truth in them. A silence stretches over the next minute, but to you, it feels like an eternity, and you lose the test of patience somewhat, smiling softly at him.
âYou donât want to?â
âIââ His tongue peeks out, running over his bottom lip. âI do. Itâs not that I donât want to, butâŠâ
âYou seem worried.â
A hesitant nod. âIâve never â well, no, I have, but not â with someone like you.â
âWhatâs someone like me?â You laugh airily.
âSomeone pretty like you â I donât know. Someone who seems to know exactly what they want. Someone who seems like⊠they could do better than me.â
âMark.â You canât keep the incredulity out of your voice. âI do know exactly what I want. I want you. The rest â I donât care about. As long as itâs you, I want it.â
He cracks a smile, half of relief, half of disbelief. You donât miss his hand coming up to press, warm, against your waist. âFor real?â
Your fingers curl into the front of his shirt â an anchor to bring you closer, until the tips of your noses are brushing. âFor real.â
The third time you kiss is slow, almost careful; thereâs lingering worry in the line of his mouth that your lips try to ease until his slightly part under the movements of yours. You feel the tension leave his form in waves â first in his shoulders, then in his arms, until youâre able to press yourself closer and feel the slight give of his frame against your smaller one. Heâs radiating an immense amount of body heat thatâs pricking your skin and keeping you alert, and youâre hyperaware of the smallest things â the weak tremble in his mouth, the slight roughness of his teeth under your tongue, the ridges of his palate above it.
He tastes nothing like what he smells, you learn. Instead of the air of earthy coffee stuck to clean linen, you inhale a combination of spearmint and mild saltiness thatâs made slightly sharper by the lingering splash of alcohol from his accidental sip of punch earlier. You decide then and there that this disparity is important to you; it makes you feel like youâre the only one who can have this experience â that everyone else can know his scent, but now, only you can know what Mark Lee tastes like.
You have to keep your wits about you to avoid this addictive stimulation of your senses; you let go of his hand only to lock your fingers around his neck, and thereâs a show of trust in how he lets you lead him backwards, until his knees are hitting the edge of the unmade bed. The kiss breaks as heâs forced to settle on the mattress, and he looks up at you in what can only be described as a quiet kind of awe. He doesnât complain when you place your hands, heavy, on his shoulders, using his sturdy form to keep you stable as you move to straddle his lap.
âI feel like,â his voice is hoarse as he speaks up. âWe should have picked a different location. Someone⊠could walk in.â
âI locked the door,â you remind him, a light reassurance in your voice. He doesnât say anything immediately, but itâs clear there are cogs turning in his head, and you think itâs unfair that heâs thinking way too hard about something else that isnât you, right now, in this position. In a bid to rectify this, your face presses into the side of his neck, breathing in that familiar scent and leaving a light kiss on his skin right after. Your lips mark the moment he swallows hard at the contact. âBesides, would you really be that unhappy if someone did?â
His hands tighten against your waist, prompting you to leave another kiss against his collarbone. âWhat â what do you mean?â
âYou wouldnât like it if someone â say, Youngho â walked in to see me on your lap like this?â
The silence that follows your words is tense, and you can tell that Markâs breathing has become shallower. Again, you can feel his throat constricting slightly, and you canât help but laugh breathily as you nip at his skin, just under his Adamâs apple. Heâs surprisingly easy to tease, you realize â quick to turn speechless and prone to hanging onto your words.
To say that you wouldnât want to use that to your advantage would be a downright lie.
âTell me,â you urge, your tone deceptively gentle. âYou wouldnât want him to see you kissing me like this? To see me wrapped around you, begging for more, saying your name over and over? You donât want him to watch you take me â so he knows youâre the only one that can?â
A strangled groan punctuates your words, but it comes from him; his fingers dig hard into your side with barely constructed restraint. âWhat do you want from me, _________?â
âI want to know if kissing me was the only thing you wanted for months.â
You pull your head away, nudging his chin with the tip of your nose. Another groan escapes him, and his head tilts back slightly, almost like heâs praying. But when his gaze comes down to meet yours at your level again, you see a firm resolution in his eyes that stirs your heart â which takes off the moment he shakes his head, slowly but surely.
âThen,â you whisper. âWhat do you want from me?â
He doesnât say so much as shows; he takes from you your breath, steals another kiss thatâs now firmer and more openly demanding. Suddenly, his mouth canât seem to stay still, trapping your lower lip in between his, drawing out your taste until it mixes with his against his teeth. You feel your head growing light again, and youâre pleasantly surprised that itâs suddenly become difficult to keep up with his lips, asking more from you without restraint. A hum of need sounds in the back of his throat, vaguely dissatisfied, and heâs telling you wordlessly that it isnât enough right before he attaches his lips to the base of your neck, just above your collar. You think heâs just about to return the favor, but a laugh leaves you when you realize heâs taken it a step further, his teeth grazing your skin lightly, soft nips signaling how eager he is to sink his teeth in with only his slowly weakening self-control stopping him from doing it. Markâs breathing is slightly labored when he pulls his lips away, warm breath fanning over your chest.
âItâs crazy â and stupid,â he croaks out, voice slightly raspy. âBut I want it, and I donât.â
âWhat do you mean?â Your fingers drag into his hair, combing it upward messily from his nape. He leans in for a quick kiss thatâs somewhat misplaced, landing on the corner of your mouth instead of squarely atop it.
âI want them â him to see us. To see me with you, kissing you â fucking you, too. I want everyone to know weâre like this.â
Youâve never heard Mark say anything so forwardly before; a sweet, warm flush builds in your face, pleased at how comfortably he manages to say it â pleased that heâs saying it to you. âThen whatâs the problem?â
âI donât want him to see you.â Thereâs a bluntness to his words, but hiding behind them is an undertone of pleading â a serious request. âI donât want him to see how pretty you look. I donât want him to see you when youâre bare, or how you look when Iâm inside you. I donât want him to seeââ
His voice wavers and dies, and you wonder if heâs embarrassed, but when you read his expression, you see an unyielding longing. A smile tugs at your lips, and your hand comes around to cup his chin, thumb extending upwards to drag his lower lip down.
âYou donât want him to see whatâs only yours.â
He swallows hard again, but he doesnât wait long to nod. Understanding passes between the both of you, silently but completely, and Mark presses his face to your throat, feeling the hum resonate as he places another long, firm kiss there.
âYouâre mine,â he whispers, in a way that almost feels like he wants to convince himself of something impossible to believe. He doesnât even wait for your affirmation, prefers to read it in the way you shiver lightly once his lips travel further down. His kisses trail past the collar of your shirt, and his hands are unabashed in how they seek skin, pushing the fabric upward so he can settle the palms of his hands, warm against your waist. Oddly, they donât travel upwards; they only brush against the dip, down slightly over the upward rise of your hips, then upwards again, almost soothingly. Itâs almost like he wants his mouth to meet them, but he stops halfway, sidetracked by the curve of your breasts.
He barely pulls away, only does for a moment, enough to meet your eyes.
âYouâre only mine,â he repeats, his voice softer now. You realize heâs still waiting for some confirmation, and when you do, youâre quick to give it to him â quick to erase any doubt.
âIâm yours,â you affirm in the same tone, in the same careful volume. âOnly yours, Mark.â
Whatever else he wanted to ask for, he knows youâve given assent; that much is clear when he buries his face between your tits, inhaling your scent. You briefly wonder if he might feel just as intoxicated around you as you do around him, if your pleasant dizziness in being this close to him, in tasting and smelling him is something he experiences too, but you donât get much time to dwell on it the moment you feel his lips part, a slight wetness seeping through the fabric. Heâs kissing your chest, teeth grazing just above the cup of your bra, nipping without any real objective other than to feel the padâs slight resistance to his mouth.
You almost miss what he says as he shifts his head, lips brushing over the curve of your breast â another breathless âmineâ that isnât ever punctuated; his lips still stay parted, mouthing at the cloth, like heâs desperate to feel whatâs underneath through it. Thereâs pressure where his tongue presses flush against the shape of your tit, tightness whenever he chooses to nip, attempting to take the flesh and all thatâs between you and him between his teeth.
Not enough, you think, even when a whimper of need bubbles out of you; you want to be closer, your thighs pressing against the sides of his. Youâre close in almost every way, but you still inch yourself further forward, enough to feel the taut hardness in his jeans. Your hips settle right there, letting fabric ride against fabric as you center yourself.
No sooner do you press yourself flush against him do you gasp; the light sting sends a jolt up your spine when his teeth close around your nipple through your bra, and when you look down at him, you see the corners of his mouth pulled up in evident satisfaction. Heâs quick to atone, his tongue dragging your shirt slightly upwards in his attempt to soothe, and for some reason, the push of fabric and the barely-there feeling of motion leaves you tingling.
âMark.â Your voice comes out in a whine, but in the haze youâre in, you donât really have a clear idea of what youâre asking for. All you know is that you want more of him, and for as much as heâs already given you in kisses and words, you arenât even halfway down the list of everything else you wish you could demand from him. You say the only thing that comes to mind â the only thing that really encompasses what you feel. âMark, I want you. I want more of you.â
His hands on your waist are replaced by the significant tightness of his arms, locked around your torso; you donât even have the time to take in your awe at the fact that he can easily carry you, turn you over until youâre on your back, until heâs already eased one knee between your legs.
The way he looks down at you is a mixture of hesitation and desire, but the formerâs erased when you reach out for him, murmuring another âmoreâ so you can pull him in. With one palm pressed against the mattress, he lets his free hand graze against your side again, bolder in its movements, and his fingers trace a path up to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh through layers. Your back arches upwards in response, eager for more contact, for touch thatâs almost there but not quite, and he smiles when you make a noise of frustration from his fingers tweaking the soft nub of your nipple.
âMark, pleaseââ
âWould you really let him see you like this?â His thumbâs still idly grazing over your breast, following the rise and fall of its curve. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice level despite the growing want that threatens to break through it. âWould you really let him watch you⊠get fucked?â
You shake your head, and his brow furrows.
âIâd let him watch you fuck me,â you correct him, and the confusion in his face gives way to pure satisfaction the moment you make this nuance clear. âIt has to be only you.â
His grip tightens briefly against your breast again, and he leans down, pressing a surprisingly chaste and brief kiss to your lips.
âThen Iâll unlock the door next time and give him a show.â
You donât know if itâs what he says or what he does after â his hands bunching your shirt upward until the hemâs just below your neckline â that makes your breath hitch, but you decide it doesnât matter when you realize youâd much rather be focusing on the journey his lips take, slick against your stomach as he presses languid kisses down to your navel. His fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans, the weight naturally pulling them down, and you see his muscles tighten for a moment as he stops himself from tugging them off completely.
Markâs mouth is unparalleled in its attentiveness, seemingly intent on making sure heâs covered every inch of your stomach in warm kisses, but you only realize heâs somehow stalling when he starts the cycle again, his nails digging into the taut elastic of your jeans as though to remind himself to curb his desire.
You take the initiative instead, raising your hips slightly to signal your want, acutely aware of the fact that you brush lightly against his thigh when you do so. His eyes lift first, followed by the rest of his face, and heâs watching you quietly. You might have thought he was unsure of what to do all of a sudden again, but his knee pressing closer, an unmistakable pressure against you, is enough to tell you that heâs only curious to know what else youâll do.
The second time you grind against his thigh, his hands catch your hips, keeping them aloft just long enough for him to tug the band of your jeans downward; he peels them off you with surprising ease, returning to the same position between your legs, hands still firm on your waist. With that done, he only has the thin garter of your panties left to curl his fingers into, bunching it into his fists when you roll your hips up one more time. You manage a shaky noise when you feel the stark difference â the roughness of the denim against you, the stick and drag of flimsy cloth. Mark lets out a low but unmistakable hiss.
âI canât believeââ his idea is cut short by the movement of your hips again, and his grip tightens, knuckles pressing into your skin. âCanât believe youâre here. I canât believe weâre doing this.â
âWhat am I supposed to do,â you breathe out, the sound momentarily getting stuck in your throat. âSo that you know itâs real?â
His fingers relax their hold, palms now pressed against your thighs; they travel between your hips and your knees, a soothing and thoughtful motion. âGod â I donât know. I just want â I just want you so badly. Like⊠Iâm going to go crazy if I donât have you now.â
You lean up, your weight resting on your elbow, and your other hand reaches out; Mark meets you halfway, bending just a little lower to press his cheek against your palm. Thereâs something intimate, something so giving about the way he turns his face to your fingers, pressing a fluttering kiss just under your thumb. The tips of your fingers trace the shape of his lips, even when they pucker again under your digits.
âTake me,â you murmur quietly. âRight now â from now on, every part of me is all for you.â
His exhale is shaky, but his fingers have a sureness to them; they slip under your thighs, cradling the backs of your knees, and lifting until theyâre folded over your chest. You donât even have the time to wonder if you should feel exposed all of a sudden; his breath warms the inside of your thigh as he presses his lips there â not a kiss, just a touch as he speaks.
âI want to taste you,â he mumbles, partly distracted with the act of inhaling the mild scent off of your skin. âEvery inch of you â I want to know just how sweet you are.â
He lets his hold on your thighs relax, letting them fall apart; he busies his hands with your panties instead, hooking a finger into the strip of cloth just covering you. Itâs clear youâre both aware that the fabric sticks light to your skin, poorly masking your wetness, and interest mingled with hunger flashes across his face as he pulls it aside.
âYouâre so pretty,â he says, sounding like itâs a comment more for himself than anything else. His gaze flickers to you for a moment before it moves back to your pussy. âThe prettiest fucking girl in the world.â
The pressure of his thumb between your folds causes you to forget what you wanted to say, and you know Mark had been nervous, but you realize that it doesnât mean heâs supremely inexperienced by any means; thereâs a quiet, understated confidence in the way he rubs slow, thorough circles, moving upward towards your clit. Your face, your neck, your whole torso feels flushed, but you power through the instinct to tilt your head back so that you can keep watching him â the minute changes in his expression, the slowly building strength in his touch.
âI want to taste you,â he repeats, looking up at you. âI want to know what you taste like when you cum against my mouth.â
Youâre not sure if youâre gawking because you can hardly believe Mark Lee â your eternally blushing, mild mannered campus crush â had said all those words strung together into such a lewd sentence, but youâre sure as hell not going to deny him. Your hand travels down your torso, and he watches, curious at first, then awestruck when your index and forefinger settle against either side of your folds, pulling them apart in offering.
His eyes end up transfixed on your pussy again, observing how your fingers ease your folds further apart the more he massages his thumb against your slit. His mouth is slightly agape, intent on drinking in the sight, unaware that youâre trying to memorize this view of him too â Mark Lee, touching you, wanting you, eager to take you fully.
âIâve always wanted to see what itâd look like with your face between my legs,â you say in a hushed tone, but he catches it anyway, briefly looking up at you again. âIâve always wanted to know what your tongue would feel like against my pussy.â
Your index finger bumps against the tip of his thumb, and he stops its motions, allowing you to move his digit down until the pad of it hovers just in front of your tiny hole. You can see one cheek tucked between his teeth, bitten to muffle the groan you wish youâd heard louder.
âWonât you show me?â
You think you hear him rasp out a âfuck yesâ before he bends down, pressing his half-open mouth against your pussy. The squeal of delight that leaves you is half-strangled as his thumb curls, hooking into your entrance. It starts a shallow, distracted motion, with his attention funneled much more clearly into keeping his tongue working. Flush against your slit, it drags up, and he releases a guttural noise at your taste, lips pursing slightly on the way back down â like he canât stand not trapping every drop of wetness with his mouth.
The intensity of his tongue, the idle thrusting of his thumb â youâre not sure what you want to focus on more, and the result is you whimpering incoherently at the starkly contrasting combination of the two. Mark moves his mouth like heâs never tasted anything as good in his life; the sounds between your thighs are wet, sloppy â almost embarrassingly so â but you donât have the presence of mind to dwell on that because Mark Lee is eating you out and thatâs really all that you can think of.
The tip of his tongue suddenly flicks upwards; you keen, long and low, when it starts to circle your clit in that same intense, circular movement his thumb had gotten you used to. Your sensitivity skyrockets, and youâre completely unable to control the upward bucking of your hips, but Mark stays supremely unperturbed, his free arm winding under your thigh to keep the both of you steady. Your noises are growing embarrassingly loud, and you realize just how needy youâve become when you vaguely notice that thereâs a pattern in what youâre saying â his name, over and over again.
âDid you do that too?â He asks softly, his words slightly muffled against you. âSay my name, I mean â when you thought of me.â
âGod, yes.â Your voice comes out strained, teetering on the edge of slurring. âSo many times â every single fucking time.â
âPromise me something.â He lifts his head, and you see a fieriness in his gaze.
You nod â at this rate, whatever heâd ask you to do, you would without question. âAnything.â
His thumb presses in deeper, up to his knuckle and you reflexively tighten around his digit, but he keeps it anchored there, pushing down against your walls. He drinks in your gasp, the widening of your eyes, the way you chew on your lip with a singular kind of contentment on his face.
âPromise me â from now on, youâll make sure Iâm always there to hear it.â
The only kind of assent youâre able to make is a moan as he dives down again, mouth buried in your warmth, his nose pressed tight against your clit. His tongue moves in strong strokes, broad swipes that push your folds apart further, and his thumb, while not moving, increases in pressure to the point that you feel a heaviness adding to the growing pleasure. Your hands fly down, seeking some kind of sense and reason, and you thread your fingers into his hair, grip tightening as your climax builds in stride.
âMark, Iâmââ close, you want to say, embarrassingly so, but the moment he hears his name, his lips attach to your clit, and thereâs suddenly so much more pressure as he sucks, almost like heâs desperate to draw out your orgasm. He chooses this of all time to start moving his thumb again, and this time, his movements are anything but slow and idle; theyâre filled with the intent to drive you over the edge. âFuck me, oh my godââ
âI want to,â he murmurs, pausing for just a moment to drag the tip of his tongue around the nub. âGod, I want to. Let me see you cum first; let me taste how sweet you are.â
His thumb stops, buries deep into your pussy, and youâre not sure why this, of all things, is what pushes you beyond control; youâre only half-sure you say his name when your orgasm hits, the rest of your consciousness much too clouded by pleasure. He doesnât stop, revels in the way you squirm under him as he hums low and keeps his tongue working against your clit. His licks become longer, more thorough as you come down from your high, your cries softening into whimpers as his tongue both attempts to clean you up and makes you messier in the process. His arm is still curled around your thigh, keeping you from inching away from him, even if instinct and stimulation are telling you to.
Youâre barely lucid when you sit up, and Mark inches back, somewhat startled; you grab the front of his shirt, and the sight of his mouth, slick and glistening from your wetness, only makes you more curious to know what you taste like on him. You find out how tangy it is, how rich the two of you are together on his lips, and youâre able to fully appreciate the skill of the mouth that kisses you deeply, leaving traces of you against your tongue and teeth.
âPlease â fuck me.â Itâs the only thing you can say at this rate, only half-coherent and still trembling with desire, but Mark doesnât seem to care that youâre stuttering over such a simple request. His thumb wipes traces of saliva off the corner of your mouth, kisses it clean for good measure, then straightens up, his hands working at his belt. You almost miss the fact that his hands are shaking slightly as he undoes the buckle and tugs it out from the loops.
You want to help â itâs the least you can do, after all, and your fingers push the button of his jeans out through the hole, his hands working in tandem to tug the zipper down. However, your movements falter when you hear a noise from just outside the room â the sound of the doorknob being jangled, the thud of a body gently hitting the door, as though worried itâs stuck. You glance up at Mark, ready to reassure him, but he either hadnât heard or doesnât care because heâs too busy stepping out from the pool of denim at his ankles, and you get completely sidetracked by the bulge straining against his boxers.
You almost ignore Younghoâs voice grumbling âJesus Christ, now of all times? from behind the door, but you leverage it instead.
âShould we let him in?â You ask, tone innocent despite the evident deviousness in your words. It pays off, though; Markâs cock twitches unmistakably under thin fabric, and he actually looks like heâs considering it. âYouâre just about to fuck me, after all. Werenât we going to â what did you say? Put on a show?â
He worries on his bottom lip, like heâs unsure if youâre serious, but in the end, he shakes his head, reaching out to smooth your hair away from your face and ushering you to lay back down. The lips that meet your forehead are gentle, almost apologetic.
âNot now,â he murmurs against your skin. âRight now, youâre all mine.â
You laugh lightly, nodding, and he chuckles too, but the sound of it slowly dies down when your finger hooks into the garter of his boxers. You can feel his breathing hitch as you tug it down, the elastic catching when it meets the shape of his cock, but you donât make any move to free it just yet â for some reason, you want to see him do it.
âShow me.â
He complies without hesitation, one hand dragging the elastic down over his thighs, the other curling around the base of his length, and your face flushes as satisfaction works through your system at the bare sight of him.
Mark Lee is big â not monstrously so, but enough for you to make a pleased noise as your hand joins his, fingers barely wrapping around his girth. You give his shaft a gentle squeeze, and his exhale stutters, watching you stroke him, long and thorough in your movements. Your palm swipes over the tip, leaking precum, allowing it to slick up your hand enough to keep your movements smooth. Youâre fixated on the tension in his lips, the throb of his cock against your palm, and the way his gaze never leaves your face, like a small, amazed part of him still canât believe what youâre doing, even if youâre both half-naked already.
âI want to suck you off,â you plead, grip tightening slightly. He grits his teeth, stifling another groan, but he shakes his head clearly enough for you to slow your movements in mild surprise.
âCanât â not now. I need to be in you so badly.â His breathingâs sharp and heavy, like heâs trying to keep himself in check. âYou donât even know â how long Iâve wanted to feel you.â
Your hold relaxes, and you let him maneuver you, his renewed hold on your hips dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. In this position, he can spread your thighs further, and you angle yourself optimally â enough for him to get a full view of your pussy, wet and still aching from your last orgasm.
âYou donât know how badly Iâve wanted to know how tight you are,â he continues, and thereâs a faraway look in his eyes that makes you think he might be entrenched in fantasy. âHow much I would have killed to see you â have you like this. Iâm not gonna be able to wait anymore.â
His fingers dig into your sides, thumbs stroking your stomach in a weak pattern. The underside of his shaft presses against your folds, still half obscured by your panties, in a way thatâs heavy enough to make you mewl, your hips reacting before your mind can, and he hisses softly as he feels his length glide along your slit before you relax your stance again.
âI canât wait,â he reiterates, a breaking in his voice that sounds almost tortured. You donât want him to either, want to see him buried to the hilt inside you, and you raise your hips again in need. âI want you so much itâs driving me crazy.â
âThen take me.â
And youâre not sure if itâs a demand or a plea, but he no longer stops himself; his hand fists his cock a few times, coating the slick of precum along his length before he lines the tip up with your entrance. His other handâs flush against the inside of your thigh, a light pressure ensuring he always has enough space to fit himself between your legs â enough space to bottom out completely.
Markâs considerate in his pace â maybe he knows heâs big, or maybe heâs just naturally careful, but he allows you the time to adjust to the stretch. Your nails almost puncture holes into the sheets, your grip so tight you wonder if itâs just to brace yourself or to hang onto the last threads of your sanity. Heâs only halfway in, but youâre pushing fullness already, and he stops when his cock meets slight resistance, looking up at you in concern.
âYouâre notâ?â
âIt doesnât hurt,â you reassure him softly, and itâs true; the adjustment brings about slight discomfort, but itâs almost nothing to you â not compared to how much more you want. âGive me everything; I want all of you inside me.â
He pauses still, trying to read your expression for any lies, but when he canât find any, he nods, his jaw tensing as he presses both palms against your thighs, keeping you open as much as possible to accommodate him. He doesnât even stop when you whimper, feeling a tightening twitch in your pussy that also causes him to groan, until inch by inch, youâve taken him, his hips flush against yours.
He doesnât move â not yet, his eyes trained to where youâre connected like heâs once again unable to believe what heâs doing. You hear him mumble something to himself that you want to hear too; you squirm slightly, and he hisses through his teeth, looking up at you and finding the questioning in your face. He offers you a small smile, albeit somewhat strained.
âYouâre tighter than I thought.â
âYouâre bigger than I thought,â you hum, and neither of you is really to blame; the tight fit, the slight breathlessness it leaves you with, is perfect, you think â just what the both of you need. âDid you often think about fucking me?â
âProbably just as often as youâre making it sound like you thought about having me fuck you, I think.â
âDonât get cocky,â you warn, but thereâs no real heat in your voice.
âI wonât. But it makes me feel good â knowing you wanted me just as bad.â
âI still do.â Your gaze is lazy, a little hazy, even if youâre anticipating so much. Even just the feeling of Mark, throbbing inside you, is already slowly building the pleasure in your stomach again; you wonder if you could cum like this, given enough time, given enough patience. âIâm still waiting for you to fuck me. God, Markâ please.â
He chuckles good-naturedly, but even thatâs drowned out by the long moan that leaves you once he draws his hips back; your bodyâs mildly shocked into a new adjustment, feeling a sudden emptiness thatâs quickly mitigated by him filling you back up again. The pace is slow, almost torturous, although you know he isnât doing it to get a rise out of you. He wants to ease you into speed, careful to help you adjust fully; his restraint in his movements is all the more evident on his face, in the furrowing of his brow and the determination in his gaze. Even with that, he canât help what he says, so intent on controlling everything else he does that he lets his words spill out over your noises.
âPretty,â he grunts out, and when your walls twitch around him, he accidentally thrusts sharper â just enough for you to whimper a little more loudly, and he has to reel his strength back again. âGod, youâre beautiful. I shouldâve told you sooner how much I wanted you. All those times I had to imagine you wrapped around me like this, wondering how much tighter youâd get once you came on my cock. All those times you drove me crazy while I was alone, when I could have been in youâ I could have found out how good you felt. How pretty youâd look under me. And youâre still even prettier, even better than I ever dreamed.â
Thereâs an erratic melody of moans under his words, spilling from your mouth, and the fact that he riles himself up enough to increase his speed slightly doesnât escape you. Heâs a little less careful now, seemingly entranced by the view he gets, watching his shaft disappear into you only to come out glistening, and a part of you hates the idea of snapping out of his reverie, but the majority of your thoughts now lean towards wondering how much more you can get him to break free of his own self-imposed restrictions.
âI wanted to ask you so many times.â His eyes snap up, coming back into focus as he takes in the sight of you, flushed, hair tousled, gaze darkened. âAlmost every day â I sat there, thinking about how all I could do was go home and fuck myself, frustrated you werenât doing it for me. I should have taken you home with me right then and there â should have let you watch me touch myself thinking of you, should have let you touch me into cumming on your fingers.â
His breathing staggers as he leans in, eager to see you clearer, to hear your words, slowly becoming airier as they come out. For a moment, his gaze falls, torn between watching him move into you and meeting your eyes, but he ultimately chooses the latter once you speak up again, your tone even more hushed than before â like itâs meant to be a secret between just you and him.
âBut there were times I wanted you even more than that, to the point that I almost felt like I couldnât wait.â His eyes widen slightly, a few precious seconds of wondering if he understands what you mean, right before you confirm what he thinks. âI thought about making a move right then â I should have kissed you. I should have asked you.â
âAsked me what?â His voice is gruff with the effort to keep himself in check despite the fact that itâs clear to the both of you that it wonât last.
Your lazy smileâs illusionary; it hides the triumph swelling in your chest at knowing that he asked exactly what you hoped him to.
âI should have asked you to fuck me in front of everyone there.â
âGod,â his eyes squeeze shut, his grip tightening. âPlease. I canâtââ
âI should have bent over for you there, begged you to stretch me out right after our session,â you continue, bordering on merciless. âMark, you donât know â how badly I wanted to be on your lap, your cock in me, with everyone watching. How much I wanted you to fold me over that table, have people watch you pound me, have them listen to how good you make me feel. No one would ever even wonder; everyone would know Iâm yours.â
You pause, allowing his eyes to fly open once again, and thereâs a pleading in them thatâs begging for release. Your eyes soften along with your voice, but youâre this far gone; you should at least see it through.
âAnd everyone would know youâre mine too.â
âFuck,â he growls, and his hips stutter before new resolve fills him, his hips driving into you with the force of a strength you didnât even know he had in him; your thighs tremble at the intensity, at the renewed impact, and feeling him drive his cock deeper into you has you crying out somewhere between a moan and a sob. âFuck, _________. If I had known youâd thought about me like that â God.â
Itâs your turn to shut your eyes for a while, allowing yourself to focus on his movements, breaching your tightness even faster now. You feel his hands skim up your sides again, fingers digging into the fabric of your bra and pulling them down until your bare tits are cupped in his hands. You shiver as his thumbs pass over your nipples, toying them into firm nubs.
âOne day,â he hums out, his voice giving way to a slight hoarseness again. âIâll do it. Iâll fuck you in front of him â in front of Youngho, in front of everyone. Iâll let them wonder how tight you are, how fucking warm you are, and Iâll let them leave knowing no one can know but me.â
Itâll never happen, you both know, but something about agreeing to something so absurd is what has your body almost shaking in longing, and itâs what causes him to press in deeper, folding your legs closer to your torso. Your hands do what little they can to help, keeping your thighs apart so as not to obstruct his view. You can tell itâs somehow not enough, not really all of what he wants when his brow furrows, and he shifts his weight, pushing into you at a new angle.
The stark difference has you gasping before you can control it. Immediately, Mark stops, and youâre already shaking your head before you even hear him say anything, presuming heâs paused out of concern. But before you can say youâre fine, his hushed voice cuts through the silence.
âDo that again.â
âWhat?â
âDo it again,â he mumbles, sounding distant. âBreathe in. Suck in your stomach.â
Youâre not one to complain at such a simple request, albeit a little odd, so you comply, inhaling enough to tighten your torso. Youâre surprised when you feel his cock twitch inside you, and you blow out the air alongside your question. âMark, what are youââ
âI can see it,â he says in utter disbelief. âWhen youâre like this, I can â I can see my cock inside you. Just a bit.â
Your eyes follow his gaze, fixed just below your navel. From this angle, without any movement, you canât see a thing, but you assume heâs not one to abandon fucking you so intently without good reason, so you press your palm against your stomach, just above your pelvis. Nothing really feels significantly out of place â up until the point when Mark draws his hips back again, and you feel the backward slide of his cock.
Your throat tightens, and you donât really understand the feeling that spreads in you â a unique kind of arousal, knowing how deep he is inside you and how youâre taking all of him in despite the fit, because of the fit. Your hand falls away, allowing Markâs to take its place, and he exerts just a little more pressure against your stomach in an attempt to get the most out of the experience when he thrusts back in. He groans, feeling the bulge push back up, and he quickly picks up the same pace, renewed in intensity so he can experience the rapid rise and fall he creates under his palm.
The faster he goes, the harder he presses, and youâre not sure if he knows it, but the onslaught of friction is whatâs making you whine and squirm even more; youâre trapped, in the best way possible, in his hold, your hands back to clinging to the backs of your knees like a lifeline. Pressure from the outside builds on the slowly growing pressure inside, a knot in your pelvis thatâs coiling so tightly you feel like you canât breathe. If Mark notices how close you are, he doesnât make it known; heâs busy feeling the outline of his cock against your stomach, and when he looks up at you again, his eyes are hazy.
âI would fuck you every single day, every single hour if I could feel this every time,â he whispers in a way thatâs almost reverent. âLet me â I want to keep seeing you like this. I want to feel how deep I am inside you, too. Let me fuck you all the time.â
You nod, and your first attempt to say something is just another choked sob. When you do manage to get something out, itâs broken in tearful stutters. âM-Mark, Iâm sâ Iâm so close⊠Iâm â fuckââ
âDo it.â Itâs not a harsh command but an urging made on short breath; through your misty vision, you see tension in Markâs face and shoulders, like heâs bracing himself for something too. You barely register the ping in the back of your mind, too focused on the way heâs pressing his palm harder on your stomach, the way his hips quicken their pace â heâs close too. âLet me feel you â want to feel you cum all over my cock.â
You inhale, not to speak but to let out a loud whimper; your teeth dig into your lower lip as you try to stifle the moans that threaten to follow, but in the end, you whine out his name. Your thighs threaten to close, trembling as you finally reach your climax, an impossible explosion of pleasure, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut so that you donât get dizzy from the stars that burst around your vision.
âFuck.â Markâs voice is strained, his one hand still firm against your stomach, the other sliding against the inside of your thigh. âYou get even tighter â you feel even better when you cum.â
âMark,â you hiccup, unable to do anything but flutter around him as he pistons harder into you. You donât even know what youâre asking for when you say âplease,â but he somehow seems to, and you trust that your bodyâs saying something you canât fully detect in this state, with your mind floating in the aftermath of ecstasy.
âI know,â his tone is soothing in contrast to the intensity of his thrusts. âIâve got you. Just a little more â where do you wantâ?â
You blink slowly, his words sinking in at too leisurely a pace; his hips stutter dangerously before youâre able to respond. You barely even do that, your hand gently brushing over the one against your stomach, but he catches onto the meaning quickly enough.
Youâve never heard your name said in such a beautiful way; hearing him moaning it lowly is enough to make you whine again, and that noise is drawn out when he shifts and slips out of you fully. Your brainâs fuzzy, but your senses are at least sharp enough to drink in the perfect sight of him cumming â the way he leans his head back, jaw taut and eyes shut, as he pumps his cock and the heat of his release against your skin, pooling against your stomach once he finally cums. You see a shiver run through him, and then heâs still for a while in this position, the both of you basking in the afterglow of your highs.
Youâre still weak and sensitive when Mark finally comes back down, a lucidity you donât have right now coming back into his gaze. All you can do is smile when he leans in, catching your lips in another kiss â one thatâs surprisingly soft and slow in comparison to everything else, but still leaves you breathless when he pulls away.
âLet me clean you up,â he murmurs, and you hum in agreement, your body limp as you watch him move off the bed and pull a handful of tissues from a box on the desk on the opposite wall. Even his hands are gentle when he scoops you up, shifting you until your head can lean against the pillows. They carry a scent youâre not used to, and your nose scrunches, rejecting the change, but thatâs quickly overpowered by Markâs familiar coffee-and-linen one when he presses next to you, careful as he wipes his cum off your stomach and thoroughly cleans between your thighs. From somewhere down below, you still hear hushed voices, and the front door slams shut again. People are still in the middle of leaving, but you know Youngho will likely run out of guests soon, and this makes you feel like the timingâs suddenly become urgent.
âI want to date you properly,â you start, slightly slurred but unmistakably blunt. Markâs gaze snaps to yours, slightly amused, as he balls the tissues up in his fist. âYou never asked me, so Iâm asking you.â
He looks perplexed. âI just never thought you wanted me to, so I didnât try.â
You reach up, locking your fingers into his hair and using your grip to pull him down. Your kiss is a little demanding, with a tinge of excess frustration, and he pulls away laughing lightly.
âDo you still think I donât want you to?â
Mark hums thoughtfully. âI think you made a lot of things clear tonight. On my end, I was happy enough to be near you.â He smiles down at you, and in the faint light, you can see the flush slowly return to his cheeks. âHaving you like this â dating you⊠thereâs no way Iâd say no.â
Your shoulders relax, satisfied with his answer, and you beam up at him â an act he easily returns, breathtaking and endearing all at once.
Moments later, you feel his arm wind around your waist; he allows you to lean into his side, his other hand crossing over his lap to stroke your thigh. His face turns, pressing a kiss to your hair, and you feel his lips move, hear the quick rush of a whisper. You tilt your head, eyes slightly wide in questioning. âWhat was that?â
He shakes his head at first, trying to pass it off as nothing. But when itâs clear your curiosity wonât abate, he chuckles softly, his hand gently cupping your chin so that you can only look at him. His thumb strokes your bottom lip gently, as if trying to coax the same words out of your mouth before he murmurs them to you one more time â and this time, he sounds fully convinced of them.
âIt's too late to run away, you started this game first.â
It was a joke, you swear. Sharing something like that with your group of horny man-friends was definitely a recipe for disaster. That one little tweet sets off a string of events that prevents you from pretending that you wouldnât fuck your friends. Because you would, and they know it.Â
or the one where youâre considered a tease with the shit you share privately online, and theyâre just about fed up with the way you act innocent and uninterested in what theyâre packing.Â
â this fic is based around this tweet.
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WORDCOUNTâ 16.2kÂ
PAIRINGâ â00 line x afab reader
CONTENTâ birthday sex, orgy (?), comedy, use of a camera
WARNING â mild dub-con, jaemin kinda fruity, full bladder/squirting âthis fic is not entirely inclusive like my others because itâs written for someone specific. reader can be lifted up by the members, when she blushes it is visible to them but colors still arenât used to describe it, she has huge tits too. donât like it, donât read it.Â
NOTEâ this is my birthday gift to @neopuppy! I hope it scratches somewhere in your brain but I also hope this means youâre aware of how much I love and appreciate you!! I am happy to have met you and i just need you to know that youâre definitely stuck with me at this point ⥠so, happy birthday to jenoâs real life gf!!! heâs a lucky dude fr. â not proof read tho lmao
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Scrolling on twitter is a normal part of your night especially when youâre bored. Your birthday is coming up and thereâs not really anything planned. Aside from the spamming of messages from family and friends demanding to know what you want, or what youâd like to do, it feels like itâs just going to be a normal day rather than a celebration of your life.
No plans. You kind of just want to enjoy the day alone, relaxing, watching stupid videos, and maybe going for a coffee.Â
Unknowing to you though, your future plan is slightly skewed when you run across a specific tweet. You share it as a joke, just like any other thing youâve shared. Straight into the circle it goes, side eye emoji and all as if to imply something yet again, because youâre good at that apparently. Teasing, as Haechan would call it.Â
To you, retweeting it with the side-eye emoji directly into the circle is normal and not asking for it to be considered by your friends. As much as youâd love to lie to yourself and believe that theyâre down to earth, theyâre really really not.
Itâs not like you actively want to fuck your friends, but itâs also not like you wouldnât. With all of the sexuality you all share online, itâs kind of difficult to not think about them inappropriately on some days. There was once a tweet that Jeno shared with absolutely no context involving some manga panel drawing of a man on a leash with his cute, unassuming girl standing in front of him.Â
You hate to say that sometimes the images they share makes you think pretty hard. Learning their kinks, their sexual interests, and wondering if theyâve ever gotten to actually partake in them before. Itâs a strange kind of feeling to think about your friends when these types of images pop up. The feeling is definitely arousal, but itâs kind of like a guilty arousal?Â
After all, your friends may be constantly sharing their sex lives and blatantly liking all of the porn on twitter that they get off to, but it doesnât mean theyâd want to get you off.Â
The funniest part about it is that you truly do view the circle tweets far differently compared to your group of friends. You, thinking they share stuff to show off, to be funny, or just to be a typical horny man. Then you have your friends and how they view it.Â
Some of the tweets are intentionally for you to see, for you to get off to. Some are blatantly shared in the heat of the moment as one of them imagines you performing in the content. Itâs a game to them really, to see which one will break you first. They love it for the most part, how you pretend you donât notice. How you play dumb, even when theyâre sharing images and videos of two people that could resemble you and said friend if you squint. Itâs been this way for years.Â
The entire friend group has spoken about you in their own group chat before. Theyâve fantasized together about you through text and theyâve even discussed how thereâs no way you donât know what theyâre doing. Time and time again you prove them wrong. So fucking aloof even when one of them blatantly makes a suggestion straight to your face.Â
Jokes can only be funny for so long before it starts to be serious.Â
To Jeno, itâs flooring to see you just a day after you liked one of his nastiest tweets, knowing you saw it, you probably watched the video too all while parading around like it didnât get you wet or something. For Renjun, he finds it cute that youâre so different online. He almost feels lucky to be able to see that side of you.Â
Haechan and Jaemin are the two in the group who will blatantly try to fluster you face to face. You both love and hate it, because sometimes you canât tell if theyâre being serious or not with you. The constant sarcastic and cocky smirks tend to make you lean more towards the fact that they must be joking.Â
Either way, that tweet is nothing more than a funny joke to you. Since it was referring to a birthday it really is probably a crime to like, not share it. So, you did.Â
Haechan was the first to read it, instantly screenshotting it and sending it in the secret group chat with a question mark.Â
Haechan: ??
Haechan: sheâs doing it againÂ
Jeno: sheâs too dumb to actually follow through with it though
Jaemin: me first :)
Haechan: shut the fuck up jaemin
Renjun: itâs just a memeÂ
Haechan: a meme about eating her out for her birthday
Haechan: that she specifically shared to her circle
Haechan: with. the. eyeball. emoji.Â
Jeno: heâs got a point.Â
Renjun: well
Jaemin: it would be rude if she declined a birthday gift too yâknowÂ
Haechan: do you guys think she would let us?
Renjun: um
Jeno: at some point sheâs gonna have to learn that sharing all of this stuff with us is going to end in her getting fucked.Â
Haechan: yeah, by me specifically
Jeno: youâd be lucky if she even thought of you when she shared that tweet
Haechan: It's gonna be so funny when you hear her moan my name, you gonna get mad?
Jeno: fuck around and find out.
Jaemin: really though
Jaemin: we should just go for it this timeâŠâŠ.
Jaemin: bet she would love it
Renjun: lolâŠcount me in tooÂ
~
The last thing you expected to be waking up to on your birthday was a fucking birthday party.Â
You wake to the sound of your front door opening, frantic footsteps, and then your bedroom door swinging open. Before you can even scream out of the assumption that itâs a fucking break in, Haechan is quite literally pouncing on you, shoving his face into the crook of your neck with muffled words of âwake up, baby.âÂ
Youâre definitely awake.Â
âHow the fuck did you guys get into my house?!â You shout with a raspy, sleep filled voice, trying to focus on the four faces staring back at you and landing a glare at Renjun specifically, standing meekly at your bedroom door.Â
He shoots an uncharacteristic smirk at you before raising his keys and dangling them at you. Of course you forgot that he had a key. Heâs the only person outside of your family who has a key and it was strictly from when he helped you move in. You forgot to get it back from him all those years ago.
âMight want to change your locks.â Haechan laughs against your neck, lying his body weight against you.Â
âWhat time is it?â You say, relieved now that your place isnât being broken into, but still trying to shove Haechan off of you.Â
He fights to stay in place, grabbing you in a bear hug, holding your arms down at your side, and not letting you go.Â
âItâs noon.â Jeno calls out from the other side of your room in a nonchalant voice, letting his eyes search around before he opens one of your drawers. âWhatâs in here?â
You, again, try to shake Haechan from you as you go into panic mode. What kind of joke is this? Fucking room raiders?Â
âStop looking through my stuff!â You shout, glaring at Jeno, who definitely goes through your drawers now that he knows you have something to hide.Â
âHaechan, hold her down,â Jeno laughs, opening another drawer, and then another, before coming to your bedside and looking at you. âWhatâs in this one?â
Actual panic now.
Before you can even get the words out, Jeno is opening the drawer and letting out a breathy chuckle.Â
âGuys, look.â He laughs, glancing over at you before pulling one of the toys out. âYou get off with this?âÂ
Jaemin comes over, looking into the drawer with two other toys that Jeno hasnât yet pulled from their place. Renjun continues to watch, or stalk, really.Â
âDid you wash them?â Jeno asks, waving the dildo in front of your face before bopping you on the nose with it.Â
âOf course I fucking washed them!â You continue to glare, feeling Haechan squeeze you tighter to prevent you from moving.Â
âShame,â Haechan laughs at you, and then he very slowly lightens his grip on you. âWanted to know what you smell like.â He says in a single breath, looking between you and the dildo, in deep thought. You stare at him before taking advantage of his loosening grip and rolling him off of you in one swift motion.Â
You ignore the âoomfâ sound Haechan makes when his head hits your headboard, and instantly rip the dildo from Jenoâs hands before throwing it back into the drawer and nearly slamming Jaeminâs fingers shut in it.Â
âWhat the fuck are you guys doing?â You narrow your eyes as you look at each of them. You feel annoyed, and quite frankly, a little pissed because this is kind of crossing a line you didnât even know you had.Â
âItâs your birthday,â Renjun smiles, moving himself from the door and finally coming into your room. âYouâre not seriously planning to just, like, stay home all day are you?â
âYeah, actually. I am.â You grouch, rolling your eyes as you sit up and against your headboard with crossed arms.Â
âThatâs too bad, weâve got a whole day planned for you.â Jeno says, seating himself next to you and softening his voice. âSo get up and go get dressed.âÂ
If it werenât for the fact that all four men are practically holding you hostage right now, youâd kick them out and enjoy your birthday as you planned it. Why is this year so fucking different? Why are they all over you like this? Poking fun at your toys, Haechan being weird and gross about it?Â
As you get dressed, they make it incredibly obvious that thereâs a shift in the air. You feel like prey, four pairs of eyes struggling to allow you to dress yourself without them in the room. You do eventually get them out though, so you can at least do as they say.Â
When you open the door for them again, theyâre all right there. Jeno, front and fucking center with his dopey smile that seems more menacing today than the usual, soft smile.Â
You feel cornered in your own home, by the only people you trust, and you hate to say that itâs kind of getting to you in an uncomfortable way. Itâs surprising to admit that you kind of like the uncomfortable feeling theyâre giving to you right now.
The sheer amount of attention on you is overwhelming, and you wonder when theyâll let you in on this joke.Â
~
The second you step into Jenoâs car, then tension dies down a little bit and the excitement rises. You havenât done anything for your birthday in years so itâs kind of nice to think that your friends would plan something for you, and not being alone in your apartment with them solidified that theyâre not about to eat you alive with a side of A1 steak sauce like you originally thought.Â
As the drive starts and continues, you think about the dynamic between you and your friends. From how you met to how you became the group you are now. You realize that for the past few years, most interactions with them have felt more intense than they used to. Still, youâre a believer that women can be friends with men without the weird sexual tension ruining it.Â
Until you keep thinking. Piling up all of the sexual jokes and implications theyâve made at you up until this morning.
One time, Jaemin took a photo with you, sent it in the group chat and said âsheâs giving out blowjobs for $5 if anyone wants one.â and youâd be lying if you didnât receive three cash app notifications of five dollars.Â
Another time Jeno blatantly gave you a popsicle and told you to show him how deep you can take it in your mouth before laughing and shoving the popsicle deeper when you reached your limit. And god, donât even get started on Haechan, that motherfucker has blatantly adjusted his length in front of you after staring at your chest for an entire conversation.Â
Renjun is another story. The shy one who does a shit job at hiding that he absolutely has whore thoughts. You see it. That $5 donation for a blowjob didnât go unnoticed, nor did his approval of you accidentally liking one of the porn videos deep in his retweets.
Still, you prefer to think that you wave off the jokes face to face despite how difficult itâs become to dodge said jokes.Â
You turn to look at Jeno for a moment, noting his calm face as he drives, then you turn slightly to see the three in the back seat on their phones. Jenoâs phone is buzzing at lightning speed, and the boys in the back are typing miles per minute.Â
You narrow your eyes.Â
âWhat are you guys planning?âÂ
Jeno flashes a smile at you.Â
âItâs a surprise, donât try and ruin it for yourself.â He smiles wider at the implication that you really do always ruin this type of thing by pretending you donât want it. That you donât want him.Â
You continue to glare at them, one at a time, and each of them just beams at you before you cross your arms and slump yourself back against the seat.Â
âBetter not be anything weird.â You grumble.Â
âDefine weird.â Jeno comments before moving his hand from the steering wheel and lying it against your leg. When you stiffen up against him, he rubs a gentle circle against the flesh of your thigh before continuing. âRelax, we already know youâre a freak.â
You whip your head around at the laughter, feeling flustered at how theyâre not keeping the circle in the circle. Except, they are. Itâs just being voiced now, and your leg is being caressed at the same damn time.Â
âMy favorite was when she shared that video of the girl getting her head pulled back by the hair, and dude spit in her face,â Jaemin says with a shrug, eyes still glued to his phone. âWent straight to the bookmarks.âÂ
You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks, and when you go to protest, Haechan jumps in.Â
âWhat about the video where the girl took it in every hole? She even had a dildo because apparently she just wasnât full enough.â He ticks his tongue when he says it, examining the way you shift in your seat.Â
âOh god, I remember that one. I didnât think youâd be into thatââ Renjun laughs, leaning forward between the front and passenger seat. âBut you are into that, arenât you?â He lowers his voice when he asks you.
You shift again, and note only slightly the way Jeno also shifts similar to the way you do at those words.Â
âItâs just a videoââ You try to defend, but Jeno speaks up and cuts you off.
âDid you get off to it?â He asks blatantly, turning the car onto a wide street and seemingly keeping his eyes on the road.Â
Thereâs nothing but silence in the car and all four of them wait for your answer, but it never comes.Â
âSo you did.â Renjun chuckles, leaning himself back to the seat and unlocking his phone again.Â
Youâre kind of at a loss for words at this moment as you stare directly out of your window and try to avoid continuing the conversation. You hate the way your body is reacting to the way theyâre talking to you. Of course you got off to the video. Of course youâre into that. It just looks bad when youâre sitting in a car full of men with cocks that seemingly want to talk about how much youâre into it.Â
Implications.Â
And god, the implication gets worse when you realize where Jeno has been driving this whole time. You canât even protest either.
âLetâs get our girl some better toys to have fun with.â Jeno comments as he stops the car in the parking lot, turning to look at you and then at his friends as if this is the most normal birthday outing in the world.Â
âYour girl?â You ask, side eyeing Jeno and then turning your entire body to look at the other three men in the car.
Suddenly, it feels like an intro to some porn video. Where the poor lonely woman is being eaten alive with eyes in a public space before it pans to her quite literally drowning in a bukakke scene.Â
âJust for today, relax.â Jaemin smiles his stupid smile, shoving Haechan at the door of the car as if to force him to open it, and he does. âBesides, the toys you had seemed boring.â He laughs again, before sliding out of the car as well.
So, here you are now, walking into an adult store with four very attractive men, unsure as to why youâre even agreeing to let them bring you here. You donât know what to do with yourself seeing as youâve only ever bought toys online.Â
 Jeno is the first to drag you away with him as the others disperse around the store. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel awkward, or like today isnât entirely charged by sexual energy. Unfortunately, Jeno amplifies it with a casual voice and a slouched, relaxed posture as he snakes an arm around your waist and lifts your chin with his thumb so that you look directly at what heâs looking at.Â
He barely lets you react to the way heâs being somewhat intimate with you, ushering any protest you could possibly have into a little insecure space in your brain. One that tells you that, based on how heâs acting, he would probably call you stupid if you said he was acting weird.Â
Jeno knows damn well though, that heâs touching you right now more than he ever has. Brief hugs and brushes of the body are normal and expected, but this? This is intentionally not normal. He knows youâre picking up on the differences, and actively chooses to let you stew over it. He can see the confusion in your eyes and plays it off as if, yeah, this is normal and youâd make it weird if you decided to say itâs not. Youâd be the one making it awkward, not him.Â
âHow do you feel about that?â He asks, eyes staring straight at an item hanging on the wall and pretending he doesnât feel the way you let him touch you in the way a boyfriend should.Â
âWhat? The vibrating panties?â You ask, looking at the item directly next to it.Â
âOh,â He chuckles at you, releasing your chin and pulling down the product with ease. âYouâre looking at these?â He adds, keeping his other arm around your waist and pulling you right up against his side as he flips the box over and reads it.Â
âEight settings. Three pairs of panties are includedââ He nods with a pleased face. âWhat are you looking at these for?â
You looked at them because itâs what you thought he was looking at too.Â
âYou gonna wear them to work? Staying wet all day in them?â He smiles, saying these words as if itâs not sexual at all. âI bet youâd wear them in front of me too. Wouldnât even tell me how youâre getting off, would you?â
He loves the way you react when youâre flustered, looking away from him but not quite denying it or pulling from his grasp.Â
âDirty. Iâll buy them for you. â He says, keeping hold of the box and reaching for the actual item he was originally looking at. âWhat about this?âÂ
You feel like your body is on fire with this one sided conversation. Honestly, your mind is still thinking about what would happen if you wore these panties to work. What would happen if you did wear them when hanging out with him? Surely heâd know, itâs not like youâre capable of hiding your pleasure.Â
Still, you try to remain calm. Rubbing your legs together briefly, you stare at the way he tangles a leash in his fingers all while still holding the box with the vibrating panties. His hands are big, and his fingers are long. The material of the leash appears to be flimsy but the collar he grabs just next to it appears to be much stiffer.Â
âA leash?â You ask, still not making eye contact but keeping your eyes on his hand and the way he holds all three items with ease.
âAnd a collar.â He adds, encouraging you to think about both items together, being used with him.Â
âWhat am I supposed to do with that?âÂ
Jeno smirks, knowing damn well you know what heâs into.Â
âYou know exactly what youâre supposed to do with it.â He teases you, keeping hold of the toys and letting his eyes devour the way you buckle under every implication. He tunes in to the way your legs rub together, right here in front of him. God, youâre so cute with the way even the slightest implication seems to have you suffering.Â
In your head, you do know what to do with these items for him, but the confirmation of Jenoâs words have reality hitting you like a bag of bricks. Is he really implying that these toys are to be used with him?Â
And just as you try to mutter up a response, you can feel your arm being tugged at.
âStop hogging her, dick.â Jaemin seethes through his teeth and narrowed eyes at Jeno, prying you away from him.
You look back at Jeno and his confident glare at you as youâre being pulled away. He seems slightly annoyed with Jaemin for taking you away just as the conversation was getting good but, overall proud of himself for making you think too hard. You practically see the confirmation in his hooded eyes when they trail down your body as youâre being pulled around the corner, up until heâs out of your view and you are forced to look at whatever the fuck Jaemin is trying to show you.Â
âLook at this.â Jaemin says in a much sweeter voice to you, grabbing a box and presenting it to you. âThereâs a sample thing too, hold onââ He continues, reaching up and grabbing the presumed sample that states âFINGERS ONLY.â
âGo on, try it.â He smiles, eyes staring straight at your hands.Â
âYou want me to test out a uhââ
âPocket pussy.â He finishes for you, nodding his head and encouraging you to do it.Â
Reluctantly you do, sliding your fingers into the silicone hole. Weirdly enough, youâve always wondered what the inside of a pocket pussy felt like and well, itâs about what you expected.Â
Jaeminâs intense eye contact on watching your fingers slide into that toy did not go unnoticed though. You can see the way they darken at the act in an instant. A once bright looking pervert now matching the word far too much to be comfortable doing this in front of him. If only you knew how he was imagining that this is how you touch yourself. Reluctantly at first and then sliding your fingers in deeper to feel everything it offers.Â
âWell?â He asks, feeling his length twitch in his pants at the image. Wondering how much prettier your fingers would look glistening in the arousal that would spill out of you while doing this. âDo you think yours feels better?â
âWhaââ You go to ask, pulling your fingers from the sample and shoving it back into his hands.Â
âYou heard me,â He laughs as he drops the sample onto the floor and quickly picks it up before tossing it back onto the wrong shelf like an asshole. âCompare it. Give me something to work with here.âÂ
You dead-pan stare at him, processing the fact that heâs literally asking you what your pussy feels like.
âItâs, umââ You stop yourself again, not avoiding Jaeminâs eye contact this time as his smile fades into something a bit more serious.Â
âNot as warm, right?â He asks, ânot as wet?âÂ
Then he leans in to the point that you feel his breath below your ear, blowing gently as he continues his string of questions.Â
âNot as tightââ He pulls back to look at you. âHm?â
Itâs insane how fast your little friend group seems to have switched on you. When you compare yesterday to today, the last thing you could imagine was Jaemin saying such a thing against your skin before pulling back, and looking at you with a face that seems to expect a genuine answer to his dirty questions.Â
Youâve never felt soâŠ.shy before yet, into it entirely. You just donât know how to process it all happening at once, with multiple people. Jeno, now Jaemin?Â
You stare forward at him, cheeks warming up beyond belief as your fingers tingle from the recent silicone hole they fucked into. You think hard for a moment about all of the times youâve plunged your fingers into yourself, comparing the feeling to the toy. You almost want to tell him that youâre definitely warmer, youâd definitely be wetter, and perhaps even tighter than that toy could ever offer him.Â
And just as you were about to become the pick me girl of his dreams, an angel wearing a dick-head costume (Haechan), appears much like Jaemin did before. He prevents you from furthering the conversation, but he does little to nothing to help the warmth youâre feeling between your legs.Â
âStop being a freak,â Haechan stares at Jaemin, having heard the entire conversation and definitely liking where it was going, but also not wanting Jaemin to be the one to get you to break. âCome on, I have something a lot less weird to show you.â
Haechan drags you across the entire store before you can even protest, nearing the entrance. You almost want to get on your knees and thank him, assuming heâs walking you straight out the doors to safety before you realize heâs definitely not.Â
âLace or latex?â He asks, grabbing two skimpy outfits he presumably placed on the end of a rack for easy finding when he wanted to show you.Â
âLace.â You say without issue, still reeling from all of the other questions youâve been asked within the past twenty minutes. Plus, clothing is much easier to discuss compared to things that fuck your friends, and things that fuck you.Â
âHm,â He stares down the lace outfit on the hanger, knowing for a fact that your tits would look fucking immaculate in it. Surely theyâd be bulging out of the top, plush and bouncing with each movement. âIf we got this for you, would you actually wear it?â
At this point, the feeling in your gut may or may not be matching the energy theyâre giving you. Thereâs a hint of flirtiness coming to your mind now as you think of how to respond. Youâve flirted with them plenty, so it comes easy this time when you manage to actually answer him.Â
âI guess,â You start, noting how his eyes light up. âI donât see why not, because I do like lace.â
âWould you wear it for me though?â He corrects his question, proud of the way you look a bit confident now, not at all as flustered as you seemed when Jaemin had you back there finger fucking a sample toy.
âIn front of you?â You ask, staring down the outfit and reaching out to feel the soft texture of the lace, trying to ignore the hefty price on the tag.Â
âYeah? I expect to be the one to take it off of you.âÂ
There goes your confidence. Heâs so forward and youâre not sure if you can ever get used to such jarring comments toward you by the people you seem to be the closest to. They could talk to you like this all fucking day, and while youâd like it, your first instinct is to buckle, to hide.Â
âSo quiet now. Why? Because I want to see you in this?â He smirks, rubbing his fingers in circles against the lace before hardening his expression.Â
âYou can pretend that this isnât happening all you want,â He narrows his eyes at you and the way you avoid his eye contact, taking a step forward and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âBut I think youâve gotten your fair share of teasing me online. I think itâs time you finally give it up.â He finishes his train of thought with a frustrated whisper when you pull away from him slightly.Â
Itâs a lot of information to take in all at once. Jeno implying things, Jaemin asking about whatâs between your legs, and now Haechan stating that he wants to see you in lace before sliding it off of you. Itâs not entirely insane to be drawn in and then push yourself back. Really, itâs not. You canât just let them in on the fact that youâre into it though. All of this, youâre so fucking into it.
âYou thought I was teasing you?â You ask, finally making eye contact as you look him up and down, taking another step back. âHaechan, itâs just porn. None of it was because of you.â
He tics his tongue at your words, smirking and shaking his head.Â
âYouâre going to stand there and pretend like you donât think about it?â He tilts his head knowingly before shaking the lace outfit in front of you. âIf we leave here today with this, youâre going to wear it for me.â he continues with a cheeky voice, âand iâll make you feel so good when I take it off of you.â
And for some reason, you find yourself turning away from him and walking away. You can hear him mutter something at you as you create a bigger distance, and canât help the smile on your face. Your cheeks are tingling, your body is tingling and thereâs a type of confirmation happening right now, that all of those thoughts youâve had about them before arenât entirely one sided.Â
You find yourself in search of Renjun, the only normal motherfucker in this group. He hasnât hunted you down within the aisles of toys, sex movies, or lube. He hasnât pulled you away as if heâs a savior before forcing you to realize you fell into the grasp of another hunter. No, heâs normal. And he fills that role so well too, as you find him near the back of the store standing alone, looking at the most mundane and boring sex toys in the world. Dildos, just like what he saw being pulled out of your drawer this morning.Â
âDo you think this one is a good size?â He asks you offhandedly as you stand next to him with a sigh of relief. Almost like he could sense it was you without even checking for himself.
âYeah, itâs a little big butââ You go to say, comfortably and confidently because heâs not being a weirdo.
âHave you ever taken something this big before?â He looks at you, glancing down to your thighs before smiling.Â
âUm, well-â You start, but he interrupts you again.Â
âItâs the same size as mine, you know.âÂ
Anyway, fuck Renjun.Â
Heâs just like the rest of them, except apparently he doesnât hunt. He prefers to be hunted himself, he prefers you come to him. A wolf in sheep's clothing, perhaps.Â
The sexual innuendos and jokes are a bit overwhelming considering youâve never been fucking attacked with them before. You really canât lie to yourself though. As much as you pretend to be unnerved, you love the attention theyâre giving you. Years worth of sexual things shared online seems to be making today feel like it was going to happen now or never. All of those stray thoughts youâve had about each of them as you watched their shared porn and read their dirty words? Theyâre in the front of your mind right now.
Perhaps staying home all day today was a bad idea, because you find yourself genuinely enjoying the overwhelming tension in the air. Youâre quite literally in a sex shop surrounded by friends who are implying they want sex from you.Â
Even if itâs all just a prank-birthday thing. You know, like how friends get each other dildos and sex merchandise for a laugh. You canât help but stare down the bulk of items all four of them begin to pile onto the counter.Â
The vibrating panties, leashes, collars, lingerie, dildos, more vibrators, and lube. Not a single condom in sight, not a single pocket pussy either, implying that it can't be purchased because, well, you very well may be the pocket pussy.Â
The price goes from fifty dollars to a sum of over six hundred, and none other than Jeno himself pulls out his wallet and slides his card into the machine. Signing his name on the device smoothly, almost prettily, before watching the cashier bag each item carefully and curiously.
You hate to say how attractive it is to see Jeno pay for things specifically meant to be used behind a locked door. Heâs paid for your coffee plenty of times, but the act right now is seriously just soâŠ..cocky? With the way his posture is perfect, his confidence is exuding when he presses the buttons, god. Is it the money or is it him doing this to your mind?Â
You canât make eye contact with the woman bagging your gifts, and for some reason find yourself reluctantly making that eye contact with Jeno instead. He gives you that droopy eyed smile, the one he usually gives on a normal, non-sex-fueled day to something endearing you said. Like he didnât just drop hundreds on things to fuck yourself with, or wear while being fucked. He can tell youâre thanking him though, appreciating him.Â
After leaving the store, four big bags being carried by four men, you realize that itâs really not a joke this time. Thereâs a clock in your head counting down to where Jeno will drive all of you to next.Â
âWhyâre you being so quiet?â Haechan pokes you from the back seat, pulling some of your hair and forcing your head back against the headrest.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You ask in a panic, turning your entire body to look behind you at him. You can tell he can see the way that little tug had you release a hint of a moan before you started asking him the question so aggressively. âIâm just enjoying the drive, what? I canât have a moment of silence to myself?âÂ
You ignore the chuckle coming from Jeno, driving smoothly and keeping his eyes on the road. Then you glance at Jaemin, who is looking at you much the same way Haechan is.Â
âAre you not enjoying yourself?â Renjun asks, leaning up to the center console again. âYouâve been acting kind of weird all day.â
âIâve been acting weird?!â You huff. The audacity he has to say that youâre the one being weird.Â
âYouâre just trying to pretend that we donât want to fuck you like always.â Haechan blurts out while rolling his eyes before Jaemin elbows him in the side.Â
You stare at them wide eyed as Renjun slowly leans himself back defensively, as far into the seat as possible.Â
âRelax, you act like you werenât picking up on the hints,â Jeno glances at you as he pulls into another lot. âSecrets out now though.â He shrugs, searching for a parking space.Â
âWe werenât even trying to make it a secret, damn.â Haechan rolls his eyes again. âShe just likes to play dumb.â
âOr maybe sheâs actually dumb.â Jaemin plays off of Haechanâs words.
âWere you guys not planning on letting me have any say in this?!â You ask, voice raised a bit from feeling incredibly flustered.Â
âWhat, you donât want to?â Jaemin asks, narrowing his eyes at you and trying to search for a hint of a lie when you answer.
âIââ You stop yourself.Â
Any normal person would say no, right? Or would a normal person absolutely be down for this? Are you even a normal person?Â
âHm?â Jeno encourages you to finish what you were about to say as he parks and turns off the car. âYou donât want it?â He continues, glancing down and between his legs as if to imply heâs talking more about himself than the group.Â
Your eyes follow his and you struggle to swallow around the lump in your throat, averting your eyes to the building that this parking lot belongs to. The fucking mall?Â
âI donât know what you guys are wanting me to say but, this is all a bit too much.âÂ
The three in the back nod happily at your half-assed rejection, messy hair waving with each nod, and then you look at Jeno as he responds.Â
âWith all things considered, we know you like it when things are âa bit too muchâ.â He says to you, shutting down any form of rejection you could possibly give.Â
You stare at him as he unbuckles and opens the door to get out of the car. Your body is tingling just a little bit at his words. Goddamn that fucking tweet. Goddamn those fucking twitter circles. Goddamn you for having a bunch of horny burn out friends who suddenly feel the need to jump at the opportunity to fuck you that you would have given ages ago had they tried.Â
âAlways acting like you donât want it, itâs kind of cute, you know?â Haechan says, pulling himself out of the car now. Jaemin continues his string of thoughts as he gets out of the car after him, âand fucking annoying.âÂ
There goes any ounce of self respect you could imagine having. Your brain is flooding with everything they said to you in the sex shop and, well, youâre well aware that itâs about to be a birthday to remember.
~
Walking through the mall with your friends should be normal, and it is. But the air is different now, knowing now a hint of the plans they seem to have for your birthday. If they hadn't said all of that in the car, surely youâd know now what the plan was.Â
Youâre sitting in front of Jeno with your drink, Renjun beside him, Jaemin beside you. Haechan ran off to the bathroom and was in there for a while. Youâd make a joke, honestly, if it werenât for the fact that your phone buzzes and the notification states itâs from him.Â
Jaemin silently and curiously watches you open it from the side.Â
Silence. Unnerving silence from the entire food court as you glance at your screen for a split second before slamming your phone face down on the table and refusing to look at any of them.Â
You feel seen, and you know for a fact that Haechan is probably laughing his ass off in that fucking bathroom stall with the way you leave that image on read.Â
âYouâre blushingââ Jeno says, watching the way your eyes shift and you suck down your drink like thereâs no tomorrow. âWhy?âÂ
You pretend you donât hear him before Jaemin laughs.Â
âHaechan showed her his dick,â He smiles, leaning down onto the table and scooting close to you. âI think you liked it.â
âI barely saw it!â You defend in a tone louder than expected, continuously sipping your drink until itâs nearly empty.Â
You canât bear to make eye contact with any of them right now, not after seeing a raging cock like the one Haechan is sporting. Heâs a menace, truly, and itâs not that you wouldnât have wanted to see it or anything but like maybe sending it to you in such a public space was a dick move on his part.
Sensing the eyes of three men on you right now, judging to see what you really think of Haechanâs junk, you refuse to look up from the table.Â
Jeno definitely takes advantage of your blind spots. Wanting so badly to see those cheeks blush the same way theyâre doing for Haechan. If anything, for his own ego boost. He wants you to break for him, not for that slut Haechan who is obvious in his attempts to make you want him the most.
Your phone buzzes again.Â
âGo on,â Jeno smiles. âOpen it.â He encourages you, noting the way you still wonât look up at them. Loving how youâre somehow both entirely shameless and entirely cautious about this situation.Â
You realize only now that these men are taking advantage of every single situation.Â
Of course you didnât notice Jeno skewing his phone down and under the table. How could you notice? Youâre still trying to comprehend the fact that Haechan is in a bathroom right now raging hard and proud of it.
You donât even know why you listen to him, opening the text from none other than Jeno himself and seeing a photo of his hand gripping himself. You can see the outline of his length and the way his fingers grip against the sheer size of it. Right fucking here, under this very table. You can see your shoes at the corner of the photo briefly as you stare at the photo a bit longer than you truly meant to. Kind of wishing he had just sent you a raw photo of it.Â
Now he can fucking see you imagine whatâs under these pants. The lump heâs gripping only offers so much to your imagination and it leaves you wanting more. He knows itâs doing something for you with the way you stare at it, eyes no longer darting over the screen of your phone but pointed at one specific place.Â
Your eyes shift up to him on instinct now.
Buzz.Â
You whip your head over to Renjun when you see his name pop up on your screen. He does not look at you nor your reaction to the text but is smirking devilishly just like the rest of them.Â
Youâre a little thankful that his photo mustâve been a picture he took on some other day. You feel relief that at least heâs maybe not entirely hard like Jeno and Haechan are right now. (He is.)
âYou guys are pussies,â Jaemin comments, shaming his friends for simply sending photos when youâre right here, looking all shy and reserved as if you havenât been rubbing your legs together all day. âCome here.â He says quickly and quietly, grabbing your hand as if itâs to warm it up before blatantly pressing it between his legs and flexing his length under your palm.
Heâs hard. Like, incredibly hard and it takes everything in you not to grab it.Â
Then you hear him chuckle, looking at you and the way you havenât even removed your hand from him yet.Â
âSo shameless,â Jeno side-eyes, annoyed. âWeâre in public, at least act like youâre not enjoying this right now.âÂ
Youâre quick to retract your hand, feeling Jaeminâs hips shift up and against it until he can no longer chase the feeling of your fingers.Â
There, youâre left feeling a mess. The worst part is that theyâre not even alone in being turned on right now in the middle of a food court. You regret wearing these shorts, the arousal is easily seeping through your panties and offering a very, very, uncomfortable sensation against you. Each shift of your legs feels like a jolt of pleasure and also a raw and rashed feeling of the denim being too harsh against an extremely sensitive area on your body.
Many times over the years, youâve thought of each of these men at least once or twice. With all that porn they share on twitter, it really really is hard not to. Never did you expect them all to act this way toward you while together though. It was always a one on one thing in your head, but now? Youâve seen Haechan and Renjunâs cocks, youâve gotten an idea of how big Jenoâs is, and youâve blatantly felt Jaeminâs.Â
The body tingles are worse now. Thereâs a burning in your stomach, and it travels straight between your legs. The arousal is there, but a release isnât. At least not yet.Â
âIâm going to the bathroom.â You jump up.Â
Not only is this bathroom break there for like, actual bathroom purposes seeing as how youâve had a coffee, an entire bottle of water, and now that tasty tea that you just downed within the span of three seconds, but, also because you need to breathe. You need to gather your thoughts desperately, and maybe get a better look at those photos.Â
âNo,â Jeno laughs, standing up after you. âYouâre just trying to avoid it.â He looms over you as he stands, looking down at you with a smirk. âYou donât need to use the bathroom.â
âNo, I actually do need to. I just drank that entire tea in less than five minutes thanks to you guys.âÂ
âThatâs too bad,â He says in a mocking tone. âWe have places to be.âÂ
And you just look at him, seeing Haechan appear in your peripheral vision as he talks in an animated way with Jaemin and Renjun.Â
~
Store after store, you can feel the atmosphere become heavier and heavier between you and your group of friends. Theyâre entirely shameless in how theyâre interacting with you and at this point, you can barely remember how the dynamic used to be.Â
There used to be flirting, but it was all based on a joke. At least thatâs what you thought back then. Now, after seeing specific parts of them as they were sitting right in front of and next to you, save for Haechan, all of this flirting seems more like fucking foreplay.Â
It feels like torture, watching Jeno spend and spend his money on anything you so much as glance at. Haechanâs hands constantly stay on you in some way. Jaemin? Fucking Jaemin, cornering you alone every chance he gets, whispering things, pressing his dick against your ass when heâs behind you, asking you to touch him again.
You feel like youâre going insane with the amount of nervous arousal shaking within you. Your body loves it, your mind loves it. Every suggestion bursts vividly in your head, to the point that you very nearly feel like all of this could be a dream.Â
Then, the very not normal Renjun shocks you when he tries to lace his fingers in yours as you walk. You did find comfort with his warm hands in yours, despite having a photo of his hard cock sitting in a text message. It was kind of grounding, maybe? Reminding you that this isnât a dream at all. All four of your friends are trying to fuck you.Â
Renjun kept fiddling with your fingers as you walked which, arguably, is a bit detrimental seeing as how youâre just a group of five people wandering around a mall with a desperate need to like, fuck something.
Safe to say youâre the one who may have shocked him. Thinking too hard about the way his fingers move and play against you. You focus on his birthmark, the way it contrasts with his skin tone and appears to be more like a bruise than anything else. The way his veins pulse languidly when he squeezes your fingers in his, you wonder if he moves his hands the same way when heâs using them for pleasure.
Renjun looks down at your fingers intertwined through the silence, loving the way you allow him to do this. He knows itâs not forward like everyone else even if heâs chasing the same thing. He likes to study the way you react, testing his own methods and noting how heâs somehow got you not even watching where youâre walking because youâre too busy staring at his fingers laced with yours.Â
âWhatâre you thinking about?â He whispers right up against you as you walk behind the others, shifting his eyes to check and see that theyâre not paying attention to this little moment. Â
When you look back up at him, your attraction burns in your eyes and he sees that shit instantly.
âAbout my fingers?â He smirks.
You look away and relax your hand in his, as if to remove it from his grasp, but he takes this opportunity to show you the strength he has in his hands alone, squeezing tighter.Â
âYou were imagining what they could do to you, werenât you?â He says it so proudly, like he could possibly be the first of the four to get you to actually incriminate yourself in wanting him just as badly as he wants you.Â
âAnd if I was?â You glare before glancing down again. âWhat then?âÂ
âWe could slip away right now, into that bathroom over there and I could show youââÂ
Bathroom.Â
You still need to go to the bathroom, but the arousal of fucking everything right now is taking high priority when it comes to how your body feels. The burn isâŠinteresting when you think about it. You feel heavy between your legs, entirely turned on, and honestly, if he hadn't said that word you likely would have continued to pretend you donât need to go.Â
âSpeaking of,â You announce so that the three walking in front turn to listen. âBathroom break?âÂ
Jeno doesnât stop walking, shaking his head.
âNo, this is the last stop and the bathroom is like, across the mall.â He offers a genuine excuse, causing you to huff and completely miss the way he smirks at the small win.Â
âThere was a bathroom just back there.â You protest, halting where you are before turning to look at the door.
âEmployees only.â Jeno continues, now turning himself around and walking backwards. âWhat? Gonna throw a tantrum? Just hold it, stop whining.â
You huff again, looking at Renjun and rolling your eyes.
âWas that for me, or do you actually need to go?â He asks as you try to speed up and walk with Jaemin instead.Â
âI actually need to go, but I guess Iâll just deal for now.â Another eye roll.Â
Damn, rejected. Still, you admitted to possibly thinking about what his fingers could do for you, and thatâs a win in his book.
~
Thereâs a specific type of effort in the way you pretend you donât care for whatâs going on. You know they donât believe your act, and they know you know. It feels like a game, and at some point all games come to an end.
The car ride back to your apartment felt like hell. Your body is far more aroused with the need to be filled compared to the need to be emptied. Thoughts of going to the bathroom are so far out of your mind with the way the silence in the car feels heavy and sex fueled.Â
Every sound feels like itâs implied to be sexual. Haechan stretched for a moment and every single head turned to him for the sound he made. On any other day, thatâs just a stretch. Today though, thatâs probably what he would sound like if he were plunging into you.Â
Jenoâs hand remains on your leg in a somewhat possessive way. Rubbing his thumb in circles and moving that touch higher and higher as he drives. The warmth you feel under his fingertips are forcing images to bleed into your mind. You wonder if he wants to move them higher, if he wants to tuck his fingers under the fabric and feel around the skin thatâs not shown. You wonder if these simple touches would feel just as warm caressing other places on your body. Slipping under your shirt or down your shorts. Running through your hair, holding your chin up to look at himâÂ
Youâre thankful they canât read minds. Youâd blow your whole cover at this moment, as you finally let your mind truly think about whatâs happened today, and what will likely happen soon. If you were in your right mind, you think you would be able to understand where all of this is coming from. It truly was sudden with the way theyâre acting, but itâs a natural instinct for you to not care why itâs happening, and only care about the fact that it should happen.
Thereâs no telling what will take place when you get back into your apartment. You can picture it so clearly but then again, you also canât. Thereâs so many things you can do with four men at the same time but, the issue is that you want to do all of the things.
âSo, you want us all to eat you out.â Jaemin deadpans through the silence. What he says should be a question, but it comes out more like a statement.Â
In all fairness, heâs so hard that being quiet right now? Waiting like he has been all day? Itâs too much. He needs to talk about it.
Only now do you tear your eyes away from Jenoâs hand on your leg.Â
âWhat?â You ask, searching your brain for any sober thought that would indicate you ever invited them to do such a thing with your own words.
âYou said you want us to eat you out on your couch.â He dead pans, sucking in a breath and adjusting himself in the seat to offer his length optimal comfort.Â
âNo? I didnât?âÂ
âBullshit!â Haechan argues, already pulling up the receipts on his phone and leaning forward to put it directly in your line of sight. âEyeball emoji and all.â
You stare at the tweet you shared with the implications it gave to your friends. Now, youâre in a car with said friends, on your birthday, after an entire day of sex fueled conversations and acts.Â
It definitely was an implication at its finest but itâs not like you knew this would come out of it. This specific tweet seems to have been the final straw for them and you canât help but feel fucking proud of it.Â
âTechnically, I didnât say that.â You still try to keep the energy youâve had all day, but Jenoâs hand offers you a squeeze against your thigh and instantly youâre turning your head to look at him.Â
âBut you do want it,â Jeno says, pulling into the lot of your apartment building. âAnd weâre going to give it to you.â
You stare at him much like you have tried to avoid all day.Â
âButââÂ
âStop.â He warns, cutting you off from any argument you try to form. âYou want it.â He repeats again, this time letting his eyes scan you for a moment.
Heâs not wrong. If anything, you want it more now than you did three seconds ago based on that tone of voice alone. That cold, scolding, deep voice that would make you agree to anything he says anyway.Â
You donât even turn to look at the nods of approval as Jeno shuts you down. Instead, you wait for him to park.
~
First things first, bathroom. Except thatâs not anyone elseâs priority. You wouldnât be able to go even if you started running for the door.Â
Why? Because the way Jaemin closes in on you before the front door is even closed. Shamefully, his eagerness does manage to push that need for a release into the back of your mind for just a little longer.Â
After a full day of fantasizing, wanting, and needing, Jaemin made damn sure he was the first. Kicking his shoes off and helping you to get yours off before blatantly ignoring his friends and swooping you up in his arms.
You briefly glance back at the others, offering a pleading look of âsave me pleaseâ but, there is no saving to be had here. All three of them have a dark look in their eyes, leaving the bags of gifts bought for you right there at the door as they watch Jaemin give in to his fantasy first.Â
That, he does. There is no room to protest, to play games, or pretend like youâd push him away. Because you wonât, and he fucking knows it.Â
He carries you to the couch with such ease, tossing you down onto it and adjusting you before you can do it yourself.Â
You canât look away from him. For a moment it feels like this instance with him is entirely hidden. Like there aren't three other guys watching the way he pushes you back against the couch, falls to his knees, and spreads your legs with a strong grip.Â
âOh fuck,â He comments to himself, noting the way you smell from the day of their hard work on arousing you. He stares directly between your legs and loves the way your shorts have ridden up to the point it must have been uncomfortable. âLook at you.âÂ
You canât bear to admit the blatant truth of what heâs seeing. These shorts have been dampened over and over again today. Youâd be shocked if they were dry. You can imagine how pathetic you look right now too, pussy nearly on display already while still being fully covered. Â
On instinct you shoot your arms up to cover your face as if to avoid this embarrassment. The confirmation of wanting this all day, just like them, is shameful. Even as Jaemin unbuttons your shorts and starts to tug at them, you canât help the way you feel like youâre spiraling.Â
You want this so badly, and now Jaemin has the dirty, messy, wet proof.Â
âSo shy,â You hear from behind you, now feeling another pair of hands pull your arms from your face and hold them at your side, as he dips down to your neck from behind the couch. âYou tried to hide it but,â He continues, blowing softly at the spot at the dip of your neck. âYou were squeezing those legs together all day wanting someone between them, werenât you?âÂ
Goddamn Jeno for being a talker. Fuck Jeno for having these strong hands and holding you down for Jaemin to toy around between your legs. Curse that man for having such a sensual voice as he talks to you, dumbing you down to the point that all you can do is fucking agree with him.Â
Jaemin listens intently to the way Jeno talks to you as he continues to bask in the scent. Your shorts are now crumpled to the floor and your blatant arousal was evident in all forms of the word. Your panties leave nothing to the imagination, soaked to the point of not being able to hold any more of that dripping heat. They rode up much like your shorts did, exposing both lips and folds to envelope the fabric tightly as if you were intending to gain some sort of friction from them throughout the day. He thinks that you were, quite literally, fucking yourself against these flimsy panties for the majority of the time you spent with them, pretending that they werenât rubbing against your clit the entire time.Â
He hums from between your legs, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs to spread your legs out more. Haechan comes over now, wanting to see what it is that has Jaemin entirely speechless and holy fuck, anyone would be.Â
Your folds are glistening in wet, unsticking and settling around your tightly stretched panties in a different way now. Haechan makes no attempt to pretend itâs not a beautiful sight.Â
Heâs the first to moan at the image of how pathetically horny you got for them. All while trying to hide it, parading around all fucking day with your panties hugging that clit in a way you wished he wasâ for sure. Him. You want him the most, and heâs going to fucking give it to you.Â
âAww,â Haechan coos, his eyes scanning you entirely. âYou really do want me to eat it, donât you?âÂ
The heat that runs down your body at those words is more telling than the small sigh that forces itself out of your throat. Your entire body jerks at the feeling of goosebumps reacting to his words, and for some reason, you shoot your eyes to Renjun as if seeing him right now will calm your embarrassment. It doesnât though. Renjun is looming near the entry of your living room, staring blankly at whatâs been revealed with the heavy length in his pants twitching and making itself known to you. He appears to be waiting for your response.
You donât respond. How could you? There are no words in your head right now. Not with all of the sensations youâre feeling, not with all of the eyes on you. You try to offer a nod, feeling pathetic, but your hips answer for him.
Haechan watches the way they buck up at his words and instantly heâs shoving Jaemin over with a confident chuckle, slotting himself between your legs alongside him. He shows no shame in the way he hooks his fingers under the panties, digging in deep just to get a hold of them. You can feel his knuckle bump your hole and you clench at the feeling. Then, as if heâs making a show of it, he groans as he stretches your panties out of your folds and away from your body.Â
âDamn,â Haechan says nearly in unison with Jaemin, both entirely too eager to be in a shared space between your legs right now. They barely even acknowledge the other, but there is a silent form of encouragement between the two.Â
Never did you think youâd find your eyes glued to the way Haechan slips the panties off of you, or the way Jaemin pockets them instantly. Like theyâre working together, even if not on the same team.
You breathe in audibly at the air that hits you. Itâs cold, sending a shiver down your entire body. Jeno feels those goosebumps under his hold on you, his cock twitching wildly in his pants at seeing how youâre just letting this happen.
âSo, so, dirty,â He starts in a whisper against your neck, so silent that it almost feels like he doesnât want the others to hear. âI knew youâd get off to this.âÂ
You release the smallest of groans and you canât tell if itâs because heâs calling you out or if itâs because someone down there just slid their fingers up your slit.Â
Holy fuck, whose fingers are down there doing this right now?
Haechan is beaming up at you, giving himself the title of public enemy number one because he definitely centered himself between your legs and shoved Jaemin out of the way entirely. He wants to be the first one to taste you, and he fucking means it.Â
He shows no shame in how desperate he is, which kind of makes you feel a little better as you watch him and his head of messy hair nearly lose sight of the goal while he spreads your pussy apart repeatedly just to see you clench around nothing.
God, he adores seeing your body reacting to what heâs not yet giving. The way you clench, the way your legs tense with each slide of his fingers. Heâs inspecting the damage of your untouched and utterly soaked pussy as if it was entirely his fault that youâre in this state.Â
The otherâs let him have this one though, because they know for a fact that when they get between those thighs, theyâll humble him with confident ease.Â
Jaemin, specifically, believes this. Taking defeat in being shoved from between your legs and losing his chance at being the first to fuck his tongue into you. The image of Haechan doing his thing is enough to give him the confidence to do twice as well when itâs his turn anyway.Â
He busies himself instead.
There, as Haechan slides his fingers up your slit before landing right on your clit and pressing harshly against it, Jaemin unlocks his phone and opens his camera without a single hint of hesitation. His other hand goes straight to his jeans, skewing them down to let his cock spring free. Then, heâs reaching for your soaked panties and simplyâŠhanging them off the head of his length as he records the scene in front of him with an eager glint in his eye.Â
âMm, lookââ Jeno says as he nudges your cheek, holding you down more now in case you make an attempt to lunge forward and knock that phone out of his hands. âYou must look so good down there for him to wanna record you like this.â
You donât even protest, because the clench of your pussy thatâs being recorded in 4k would tell on you. Jaeminâs eyes are glued to the screen of his phone as Haechan continues to spread you open, exploring, feeling. Your eyes are tuned in to the only bare cock in the room now, seeing your panties shield the majority of it but loving the imagine of how tall his length stands, and then, finallyâ
âOh? What was that?â Jeno perks up at the now, louder, sigh you release from your shamed lips. âDo you like what heâs doing?â He adds, trailing his eyes down to see exactly what caused you to make such a pretty sound.
You moan a confirmation, feeling a warm pair of lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly. The sounds of Haechanâs pleased hum at the taste only amplifies the touch beyond belief. Your entire body tingles at how insane all of this feels. Lips on you, Jenoâs voice in your ear, Jaemin recording it for later use, and Renjun slowly inviting himself to join?Â
Your legs immediately try to close around Haechanâs head when he continues to assault your clit with small grazes of his teeth, and wouldnât you know it, Renjun finally approaches. Taking the struggle of your legs as a fucking invitation. He holds your legs with a stronger grip than you ever imagined he could have, spreading them wide enough that your ass nearly lifts from the couch.
 The stretch of how wide he spreads them burns, and you try to look up at him in a pleading way but he's too busy pressing his surprisingly large cock against the side of your leg as he watches Haechan lick against you.
Haechan is appreciative of what Renjun offers to the scenario, feeling your pussy spread out across his lips and chin. Itâs enticing when he doesnât have to spread it open with his fingers, and itâs hard not to lick the entirety of it as he abandons your clit. Tongue slipping through each fold, licking flat right against your hole, then pressing in slightly before returning back to your clit and skewing his head to really get at it.
So, this is actually a thing that is happening. All four of your friends are entirely tuned into you and youâre being held down as if youâd run away. As if youâre not enjoying it. Goddamn, you are though.Â
In a split second decision, you prove that by overpowering Jeno and his weaker hold against you now. Seeing as how he was entirely lost in watching the way your legs and stomach tense at whatever Haechanâs tongue was doing. You rip your arms from his grasp and instantly grab Haechanâs hair, holding his face down and against your clit. Rubbing his nose in it, bucking your hips up against the pressure of his lips and tongue, wildly chasing what his lazy tongue struggles to offer.Â
Thereâs the desperate need to fuck all of your friends that youâve been hiding, and itâs showing.Â
Jeno chuckles, nodding against your neck, still not touching and waiting for you to just fucking moan louder. More than Haechan, just overpower his sounds so he doesnât have to hear how fucking good you taste, or how good you smell, or how good your pussy must look down there.Â
Still, you donât give them everything they want. You stay reserved in the sounds you make in terms of reactions, even as you use Haechanâs face like a toy. Even as Jaemin audibly gasps at what youâre doing, even as Renjun releases one of your legs out of a desperate need to hold the other one against him so that he can feel some type of release.Â
Haechan knows his friends are jealous of him at this moment though. Heâs lucky to feel your fingers tugging against his hair, heâs blessed to have your clit bumping his lips. He can feel your pussy drip against his chin the more you ride his face, and goddamn he must be doing a good job at being used.Â
That, he is. You only struggle more and more to not moan at the feeling of the way he justâŠlets you. If you knew he was always this submissive when it comes to eating pussy, you would have jumped on his tongue years ago.Â
Jaemin continues his recording, trying to zoom in and out to get a good angle that doesnât involve the boners of his own friends, eventually deciding that he simply doesnât care if Renjun is in the frame fucking that monster heâs got in his jeans against your leg. Youâre the center of the world right now, and heâs a part of this just like his friends.Â
He tries not to focus on the image of Haechan gripping your couch for dear life either.
Slowly though, he begins to realize thereâs a strange type of arousal in this room, one that isnât entirely burning just for you. Thereâs something about seeing Haechan being used, seeing Jeno try to remain in control, whispering cocky little words into your ear, like heâs not pressing his cock against the back of that couch, seeing Renjun blatantly lose his composure against you when heâs never so much as hinted to the others that he was into this sort of thing.
Jaemin really feels like heâs going insane over the realization of how alluring this situation is, how alluring his friends are, how alluring he must be. Â
The speed of which he tosses the panties from his cock and shoves Haechan out of his way is not to be discussed. He feels a fire behind his thoughts at this moment that surely, Haechan wonât mind. Surely, youâll not feel that split second of abandonment thatâll take place in the time span it takes for him to replace Haechanâs lips.
He forces his phone into a dazed Haechanâs hands who lazily raises the camera up to see Jaemin take his place. The way you barely even take a breath, the way you donât even react to the change of mouth against youâ goddamn, Haechan may very well fall into obsession with you at this moment.Â
Replacing him with Jaemin like heâs trash? Why does he love it? The way you grab Jaeminâs hair the same way you did to his own? Is that what he looked like when you did that? Spreading your legs and fucking against his face? Seeing it from a different angle, with a different person to Haechan, makes him believe you may be the sexiest woman heâs ever had the pleasure of licking.
And if you knew of the crisis happening below, perhaps youâd be able to focus on that more than the sound of Jenoâs deep sighs against your neck. Really, maybe you would have realized that the hair tangled in your fingers is now Jaeminâs.Â
Your brain focuses solely on the way Jenoâs lips brush against your skin, the wet feeling of his tongue darting out every few minutes, whispering deep mutterings of the things he loves about whatâs happening. Words like âI can hear how wet you are, is it for me or for them?â and âYou want more, donât you? I could bury myself so deep for youââ
Itâs kind of crazy how Jenoâs words somehow feel more intense than Jaeminâs tongue on you. Thereâs something within his words that feel damning. Like heâs belittling his friends despite blatantly seeing how they pleasure you. Like thereâs a promise sprinkled in that after all of this, he would be the one youâd think about the most. He would be the one to leave the lasting impression.Â
Arguably, he already has. Spending his money on you without question, calling you out in a way that shows he knows exactly what game youâre playing. You think that if you let Jeno have at you, it may very well be a lasting impression on everyone, not just you.Â
Still, you try to focus on Jaeminâs lips through Jenoâs muttering.Â
You can feel the way he uses more tongue than Haechan and you know your hips are chasing his mouth right now. You can also feel the vibrations of his moans against you and while that is a heavenly feeling, Jenoâs small grunts penetrate straight through that pleasure and center itself once again. Briefly, you almost imagine itâs Jeno between your legs.
Youâre moaning softly right next to him, hips chasing a feeling that heâs not even offering to you but god these sounds are for him. Youâd never tell Jaemin that the moans arenât directed at the beautiful work heâs giving to you though. Never.Â
These moans are for Jeno to react to, to take in, to use as encouragement. And he eats it up, tensing himself against your couch and finally using his hands for something other than helping you hold Jaeminâs head in place.Â
He runs them up, now moving his head to the other side of your neck and leaving small kisses there as he lifts your shirt up, up, up until itâs bunched up under your arms. There, he cups the flesh of your chest and uses his pointer finger on both hands to tease your already hardened nipples through the fabric of your bra.Â
Heâs thought about playing with your tits so often, now that he can do it? Heâd be damned not to savor it while his friends are busy fucking themselves and being used by you.Â
He teases, and teases, and fucking teases.
âSensitive?â He whispers against you at the way you arch your back into his touch more than the way your hips fuck up.Â
You nod mindlessly, throwing your head back against the couch. Then, finally, he pulls your bra up too. An uncomfortable fit against your collar bone but his warm hands overpower the feeling of fabric that youâd rather have removed completely.Â
At first, he just holds them in his hands, feeling the weight of them, bouncing them, and then caressing them.Â
âCould drive me insane with these.â He whispers against your neck in a pleased sigh, pinching one of your nipples before mindlessly playing with them. âIâd like to slide my dick between them and feel how fucking soft they are,â He continues, losing his train of thought as he stares down, imagining how the slide would feel. âFuck, so pretty.â
At that moment, you think he might have lost composure. The sound of his voice indicates that he was really thinking about it. You can feel the couch budge at the way he tenses up against it, and that paired with his teeth biting against your neck, you feel like the most desired person in the room. Which is true.Â
The more Jeno talks, the more you find yourself willing to give him just about anything he asks for. His big hands grope your chest in such a firm way, blatantly showing interest in the way he touches and plays with them. Every fleshy expanse of skin there is warmed up by his hands and itâs not strange at all to feel incredibly turned on by it.
Haechan audibly moans at seeing your tits jiggle in Jenoâs hands, probably ruining the video heâs recording but god damn. He knew they were huge but theyâre pretty too and thatâs just the ultimate combination when it comes to tits for him.Â
Just as Haechan goes to make his mouth useful again against a different part of you, Renjun takes what he needs. Which is fair, Haechan thinks, knowing that heâs already gotten to taste you, the least he can do is let Renjun suck some titties.Â
Jaemin, is still below enjoying himself and shockingly, Haechan is keeping to himself as he records, slipping his hand down his pants just to edge himself every few minutes as he watches the situation unfold. Almost in a daze at how insane it is that finally, youâre letting them see and touch you like this.
Feeling Renjun finally put his mouth on you though? Damn. Feeling three of the four touching you is a lot to take in but you still manage to do it. Jolts of pleasure are sent straight to where Jaemin continuously grinds his lips against your clit. Renjun shows no shame in inviting himself onto the couch next to you, swatting one of Jenoâs hands away and laying claim on one of your tits, immediately sucking against it and feeling himself spiral at the way you arch into it.Â
Jeno canât say heâs too pleased with that though, staring straight at the way everyone has had their lips on part of you, but all heâs gotten was your fucking neck? All heâs gotten was to hump up against this couch to satiate his needs, and feel your nipples?Â
Renjun doesnât notice the dark look on Jenoâs face, but Haechan sure does as he double takes at both the image on the phone screen and Jeno.Â
He recognizes that look and knows for a fact that Renjun better open his eyes and pay attention, orâ
âJaemin, get her off or moveââ Jeno says, halting his fingers on your nipple as he backs away from the couch and now comes around in full view.
You stare, feeling Renjun continuously suck against your nipple, sending ripples down to your belly. Jenoâs pants are much tighter than before, and you can see the outline of his cock much like when you saw the photo he sent you.
It looks even bigger than before and your mouth nearly waters for it. The eye contact heâs keeping with you doesnât do anything to help the situation either because he loves the way you struggle to decide on if you want to meet his eye or stare at his length.Â
There, he grabs himself, thrusting his hips playfully toward you with a quirk of his brow, as if to suggest you could have more than just his tongue if you ask.Â
You take in the implied suggestion, releasing Jaeminâs hair and struggling not to shove him clear across the room just to see what Jeno has to offer to you. Itâs honestly like no one else in the room exists when he stands between your legs, looming over you and not at all falling to his knees.Â
You, Haechan, and Jaemin watch as he stands there, making a show of unbuttoning his pants to get his cock out. Renjun remains in his own little world though, sucking your nipple as if his life depends on it while shoving his pants down and shamelessly fucking into his fist.Â
Then, Jeno makes his move. Itâs not exactly unwanted but damn, he really fucking goes for it. Dropping his pants to the floor and gripping Renjun by the hair, pulling him away from you as well.
âYou got what you wanted while I had to watch,â Jeno comments harshly at his friends, grabbing your legs and pulling you down to wrap them around his waist. âNow, you watch me.â
Instantly, your pussy is throbbing at the image of how huge he is. His cock lays easily against you, heavy and leaking as it twitches to be inside of something. Heâs going to fuck you. Jeno is going to fuck the life out of you. This wasnât at all in the plan, then again, was any of this in your plan for the day?Â
Do you want Jeno to fuck you? Your eyes scan the room, all three men and a camera pointing their eyes at you. There seems to be a bit of a hopeful glint in each eye.
You nod weakly, watching Jeno take a good look at your pussy before smirking.Â
âSo wet for this, no wonder they were moaning more than you were,â Jeno smiles, staring down at your hole before licking the tips of his fingers and dipping them into you without so much as a warning. âFeels good to finally have something to fuck, right Birthday girl?â
Youâre speechless, wincing at how deep he buries his fingers. Never realizing just how perfect theyâd reach inside of you. He bumps areas inside that you desperately need with so much ease.
Oh, oh fucking no.
Thereâs that burn. The reminder of a different release, pressure building up at lightning speed as your wet walls squeeze his fingers.Â
âHow long have you wanted this?â Jeno comments at how tight youâre squeezing his fingers. âHow long have you wanted me?â He continues, ignoring the other three in the room and paying no mind to them.
You can barely answer, your body reacting in all sorts of ways that it never has when it comes to a pair of fingers and dirty words. Perhaps itâs the sudden burn of needing to get to the bathroom, or perhaps itâs just Jeno. He leaves no room for any of that though, as he continues to chase what he wants.Â
âYou want me?â He asks, urging you to nod, leaning over you and gripping your cheeks with one hand to look directly into his eyes.Â
His other hand pulls from your pussy and he coats his length in that wet that soaks his fingers. There, he tugs, leaking just like you are for it.Â
You blink up at him, sparing a single glance at the others and hoping that they donât protest when you ultimately nod your head innocently.
âTake it then.â He seethes the words through his teeth before instantly adjusting his length and sliding into you in one go. Bottoming out entirely and holding himself there.Â
The sound you let out is embarrassing and slightly choked. The stretch of him inside of you makes you shake, your legs falling open from around him at the weakness in your muscles trying to adjust to the intrusion.Â
His two fingers were not enough to prepare for how thick he is inside of you. Every twitch he offers hurts, every breath he takes feels like heâs already fucking you senseless and you genuinely couldnât muster up a single word of âwait,â if you wanted to.
Because you donât want him to wait. You like the searing pain of fullness both inside of your pussy and bladder. Itâs overwhelming and almost blinding to feel so utterly out of control of your body.Â
âOh, my god.â Jaemin whispers out, experiencing first hand how huge Jenoâs cock is and the way he makes it fit into you.Â
He can see how tight you are around him, knowing for a fact that if Jeno were to jerk his hips back, your pussy would resist it. He shifts his eyes to the otherâs in the room, seeing how Haechan has blatantly abandoned his phone and propped it up on the table to get his pants off, probably because he wants to see if he can fuck you after Jeno.
Renjun is just fucking gone, already having a fair share of cum on his shirt and breathing hard as he stares directly at the point of entry in a dazed and hopeful way.Â
Then thereâs himself. Jaemin wants to fuck something so goddamn bad that heâs actually a little upset that he left that store without a pocket pussy. If Jeno gets to do what he wants, why the fuck canât he?
So, he not so reluctantly finds him moving to his feet and over to youâ avoiding eye contact with Jeno as he kicks his pants off followed by his shirt and lounges next to you on the couch.Â
Heâs reluctant to reach for you at first, but when Jeno relieves that pressure inside of you for a moment and slams back in, he finds himself immediately reaching for your hand and lying it directly against his cock simply because of the sound you make.
You can barely think straight through the stars of Jenoâs cock spreading you open so slowly like this. He barely pulls out before pushing back in when you feel Jaemin grab your hand. You do your best, honestly, with all things considered. Opting to simply hold his cock tightly so that he can at least fuck into it. And that he does, especially when he hears the continuous string of whimpered moans spilling from your lips.
Jeno really does pay no mind to Jaemin because the point is, heâs the one who has his cock in you. They can take what they can get but heâs going to take exactly what he wants.Â
Youâre incredibly tight around him, strangling his cock in such a beautiful way despite still dripping around it. The slide is harsh when he pulls back again. He looks down, watching the way your pussy grips him before pushing back in a bit harder this time.Â
âGod, fuck,â He groans, gripping your legs and now pushing you back and fully onto the couch. He crawls over you, somehow managing to plant his cock even deeper when he thrusts this time. âYou can barely take itââ
The way he moans breathlessly makes you feel proud despite your body feeling as if itâs on fire. Not a single mouth on your clit has gotten you close to orgasm because of his words overshadowing it. Now, though? With his cock bumping repeatedly against the softest spot in your pussy? Youâre fucking shaking.Â
His moans do little to help the situation as you clench tightly, panicking slightly at the familiar feeling in your gut. You shoot up, nearly knocking heads with Jeno and abandoning Jaeminâs pathetically needy cock all together when you continue to push Jeno away.Â
He barely budges, forcing his cock in and out of you, smiling at your panic. This is what he was waiting for, he can see exactly what youâre trying to do.Â
âJust take it,â He laughs slowly, picking up the pace of his hips and watching that panic in your eyes. âLet it go.âÂ
You canât bring yourself to do it. That burning sensation in your bladder making itself far too known when his cock bumps that spot inside of you. You aggressively shake your head.Â
âCome on, let it go.â He encourages, now snaking his hand down and rubbing your clit at such speed that really, itâs not intentional.Â
Your body tenses and you let out that breath youâve been holding through this. On instinct your body pushes, it shakes, and you let go. Jeno knew exactly what he was doing throughout the day too, so heâs fucking beaming when your pussy forces him out along with the gushing liquid of your long awaited release.Â
âGod, so messy.â He compliments you, trying to force his cock back into place to feel that release in its full intensity. âLet it go, drench meââ He continues to talk, losing his goddamn mind at how soaked heâs getting. Fucking so harshly past your clenching walls, burying himself as deep as he can go just to feel the way your pussy jerks him off in an attempt to push him out.
He rumbles out a pleased sound, side eyeing Jaemin and the way he sits there fisting his own cock at a speed that is likely very painful. He canât bear to turn to see the otherâs though, but hopefully they know now who is calling the shots here after this.
It goes on for so long that you can barely even open your eyes by the time your body stops releasing. You choose not to comment on what just happened, knowing full well that youâve never squirted in your life and feeling embarrassed that Jeno fucked you for a total of four minutes to force that out of you.
The relief you feel inside of you right now isâŠinteresting to say the least. Still, you choose not to focus on the fact that Jeno is fucking beaming at you, still fucking into you, and the wet sounds below are far more telling than any porn youâve ever watched.Â
The room falls into silence save for the slapping of Jeno taking you for all youâre worth and the sounds of palms hitting the base of their assigned cocks, andâ oh?
âYouâre just taking itââ He groans out, short of breath as he drives himself deeper, harder, and then suddenly emptying you completely.
âRenjun,â Jeno says, lazily pumping his cock as if he didnât just go fucking feral on top of you, and then abandon you.
Youâre shocked at how fucking fast Renjun jumps up though, following orders as if he was born to do it.Â
No words are spoken after that, all Jeno does is nod his head to the space between your legs and immediately you feel Renjunâs hands gripping your thighs and his tongue lapping away at the mess.Â
Your legs start to shake again, feeling sensitive to the point that your hips try and fight to get away from his relentless probes of the tongue. He wonât let you go, holding you down and letting his lips follow wherever your hips go.Â
You canât get away, all you can feel is Renjunâs mouth cleaning up every single drop of that embarrassing mess that Jeno created, and the desperate whines that are coming from your lips only drive Renjun to eat harder. Making out with your clit in the way heâs wanted to do all fucking day, stiffening his tongue and tasting the insides of you, fingernails digging into your flesh just to prove how badly he needed this.Â
It all happens so fast, a second orgasm approaching at the speed of light when Jeno coos out at the both of you. You both look pathetic, and itâs exactly how itâs supposed to be.Â
Renjun goes, and goes, and fucking goes untilâ you realize how close he is.Â
So close that, despite already having gotten off once without so much as letting anyone know, heâs standing to his feet and instantly fisting his cock. The speed of which he does it allows your clit to swell even more at the image despite your orgasm trickling back down.Â
You focus on his face and the way his brows knit together, his mouth falls open, and thenâ a breathy moan. You can feel it spill, dripping down your slit and onto the couch. Youâre shocked he has so much to offer as you lay there shaking, watching him empty himself entirely onto you.Â
And then, the fucking whiplash you feel when Jeno moves him out of the way and, quite literally, drags you onto the floor before spreading you out wide for ultimate use.Â
As long as he gets his cock in you again, they can do whatever they want for their release.Â
Youâre so silent, never feeling more like prey than you do now when you feel Jeno tuck a cushion up under your ass and fuck Renjunâs cum right into you in one slow and languid thrust. Itâs animalistic in the way this turned from them trying to pleasure you into now, them trying to pleasure themselves.Â
You can barely comprehend the way Jeno forces you to take his size again. Your mouth is left hanging open and Haechan uses that as a damn invitation, pressing his length past your lips and bumping the back of your throat. He holds your head there, feeling your throat constrict around him and releasing a long awaited moan that heâs been needing since he originally got to taste you.Â
Relief is what theyâre getting right now, and for some reason, you donât feel ashamed at all with the way you let them. Youâre a fucking mess despite Renjun cleaning you up and then promptly dirtying you twice as much. You open your eyes through your gagging at Haechan.Â
He pauses at that. Staring down at the way the tears start to run down your cheek, but youâre implying with your slow blinks that you feel good.Â
âFuck, itâs just like the videoââ Haechan chokes out, fucking his hips into your mouth at a rapid speed, reminding himself of that video you shared with the girl needing to be filled in every form of the word.
And you know, Jaemin would totally take you up on that offer, forcing all of you to stop just so he can get under you and fuck into that same hole Jeno has claimed, but, well, listen.
Heâs so fucking close. Heâs been edging himself this entire time and he will be damned to spill anywhere near someone elseâs cock. Why? Because heâs way too attracted to everyone right now and heâs a bit concerned about getting off to someone other than you right now.
Which, thatâs a hurdle he can deal with when he gets to it. He, instead, takes this opportunity to go for your hand again. Obsessing over the way your weak fingers grip him in an instant, dragging up and down his length with the help of Jenoâs insistent and harsh thrusts.Â
He watches the way you moan with stretched lips, the way your legs lift to wrap around Jenoâs waist to try and hold him in place and thenâ Oh? You gain your composure back and grip his cock like youâre hell bent on milking him dry.
He groans with a smile, sinking down on his knees next to you and letting you work him up just like youâre doing for the others.Â
Youâre going with your hands, with your mouth, and with that tight little pussy of yours apparently because everything else happens in a blur.
To Renjun, he takes it upon himself to grab that phone and be sure to capture every messy second of what happens.Â
First one down is Haechan. Once again, he grips your head and holds your face flat against his abdomen when he releases deep into your throat. His hands shake as he struggles not to suffocate you like this. He could feel you swallow around each spurt of his cum, utterly spending him of all energy before he releases you and lazily throws himself back against your floor in a huff.
Then, Jaemin. Despite being in his head, promising himself that your hand was good enough for him to finish, he couldnât resist the absence of a cock in your mouth at that point. He immediately replaces Haechan, being far more gentle with the way he fucks himself against your tongue. Didnât take long at all to have his hips stutter. He was more particular about his release though, snapping his hips back when his orgasm approached and jerking himself off right there against your face. He intentionally misses your mouth, wanting to see it drip down your cheeks and chin and onto those tits that have been long abandoned by now.
Which is a shame because he really likes those.
Then, Jeno, pulling the power moves he always does.Â
He waits, and he waits, changing his pace time and time again to prevent you both from releasing. He does this until youâre practically gone. Your eyes roll back, your mouth is slack, and he can tell you have no thoughts at all in your head when you start babbling. Finally, he rubs your clit.
There, he holds himself off as your orgasm sends you straight into another dimension. You tremble through it as your entire body falls limp and out of breath and only then does he pull out and release the most pornographic, deep, moan youâve ever heard in your life.
The amount of cum he releases on you is fucking obscene. To be fair, you drenched him first but holy fuck does he lay claim to as much of you as he can.Â
It spurts up to your tits, some lands on your belly, a majority of it spills directly onto your clit and thighs.
You canât help it when your fingers move to trace some of it around even more, feeling entirely sticky both inside and out. You help him lay his claim on every other part of you, even going as far as smearing that cum on your clit and gently dipping it inside of you with the tips of your fingers.
Jeno, out of breath and fucking watching you do that takes in a pained breath.
âDonâtâ He warns, amazed by you. âDonât do shit like that.â
You tilt your head with a dazed smile, pushing your fingers in deeper as if to ask âwhy not?â
He shakes his head, a smile creeping up on his face.
âAlways such a damn tease.âÂ
~
a/n: there was a lot more i wanted to add to this, such as jeno getting his chance to eat and stuff, but i was writing too much so I hope you liked it anyway!
warnings: masturbation, swearing, teasing, flirting, oral (m), fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, LOTS of make out, kitchen sex, rimming, cum play, slight ass play, anal, slight riding
wc: 5.0k
note: NOT PROOFREAD!! this was rushed iâm sorry đđ also, did you catch my perfume and cardan reference?
âUgh! What is wrong with the wifi?!â You grunted in displeasure as jumped out of bed unwillingly and marched toward your living room to check on the router. Kneeling by the small white table youâd set up for it, you scanned the object thoroughly before noticing the small red blinking lights that were supposed to be green. âSo what am I supposed to do?â You asked yourself. It wasnât the first time thisâs occurred. In fact, there were multiple days where you spent relying on your 2G data because the stupid wifi wouldnât work. Sighing, you leaned your body slightly to the front and turn off the plug for ten seconds before switching it on again. You waited and waited for what seemed like weeks until finally the led lights on the router were back to normal, green.
Releasing a sound of what youâd call relief, you plopped yourself onto the sofa next to it and continued playing games on your phone. That was, until the wifi was down again. The sound you let out when you saw the loading screen on your phone was almost animalistic, somewhat satanic even. But you decided you werenât having any of this bullshit anymore so what you did was open the settings app, clicked on âWi-Fiâ, before looking for available internet connections. Though to your dismay, all of them needed a password. Groaning, you glanced at the list of connections and recognised them to be your neighboursâs. Some you knew quite well and some not so. Deciding to try your luck, you clicked on a connection labeled, âichaezâ before typing in all you know about her for the password.
Chaewon had been your neighbour ever since you first moved in here and youâre proud to say that you know her quite well. So you were disappointed when all your passwords attempts to âborrowâ her wifi led you nowhere. Clicking your tongue, you scrolled lower and saw Markâs internet connection with the label âmark me in your heartâ. You almost gagged at the label but your annoyance toward your own wifi overpowered that. You tried everything. Everything. Or at least, everything you know about him, but still didnât manage to get though. Third timeâs the charm, you thought as you scrolled even lower until something finally catches your attention. It was the internet connection of the neighbour to your left. You guys barely talked, but when you do, he seems almost charming. Seductive, even. And donât get me wrong, I mean it in the best way possible.
âYes!â You squealed when you finally managed to crack the password. âI hope he doesnât notice.â He probably wonât. But if he does, he wouldnât mind⊠Right?
Itâs been nearly a week now since youâve started using Donghyuckâs wifi connection and so far, everythingâs going smoothly. Donghyuck hasnât realised and you havenât got a problem with the internet connection yet. Donât get me wrong, you only use his when yours was acting up, which is almost all the time but we donât talk about that. You just got home from work and youâre now walking up to the elevator as you looked through your phone. Youâd received an email from your boss about the presentation youâre working on and you couldnât seem to take your eyes off the screen.
As you pressed the button to your floor half-heartedly, you didnât notice the man that entered the elevator with you. Typing away on your phone, you heard a voice suddenly speak. âY/n, right?â At the sound of your name, your gaze slowly lifted and made contact with the guy from across you. He was wearing a dark blue suit with his blazer slung across his forearm. You noticed the way his matching tie was loose, almost as if he had thrown a fit earlier. âDonghyuck?â You called back, with the same questioning tone. âIt is you,â He smiled. âI havenât seen you around in a while. How are things going?â The way he spoke sounded utterly genuine and kind that you couldnât help but slowly melt into his gaze. With your own smile, you replied, âI mean, pretty fine I guess. Nothingâs changed that much.â You shrugged before your eyes drifted to the screen atop the automatic doors which displayed the floor you were currently in. Right now, youâre on level seven and you live on level fourteen so thereâs still quite a long way to go.
âWhat floor are you again?â
With teasingly narrowed eyes, he looked at you oddly. âI live right next to you.â Donghyuck said. âOh, right! Thatâs rightâŠâ You laughed awkwardly. Silence once again filled the space between you and you couldnât help but wish the elevator would just go slightly faster. âDo you uh⊠Perhaps, wanna come over? To my place? Like later today? For dinner? Around eight maybe,â He gave you a hopeful look and you swore that you could feel the blood pumping in your veins. Itâs not like itâs the first time heâs asking you over, instead, you think itâs the first time you might actually say yes. âIâll come knocking on your door at a quarter past eight.â You smiled and almost as if on cue, the elevator dings and youâre heading straight to your door.
Sparing him one last glance, you watched as he further loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons of his white button-up before unlocking the door to his apartment, not forgetting to throw you a teasing smile on his way in. Once the door was fully shut, you let out a loud exhale of a breath you didnât realise you were holding before entering your own home. Placing your laptop bag on one of the couches, you plopped yourself next to it before letting your mind wander. It was Donghyuck again. Only this time, he's topless. He was looking at you with hungry eyes as he carefully made his way to you. You could see yourself being frightened by the mere size of him compared to yourself. Unconsciously, your fingers started to tug at your panties before the feeling of pure bliss took over your body.
As the vision of Hyuck began becoming even more real as seconds go by, you find your fingers pleasuring yourself even further. Your movements were rapid and sloppy but it did help get you high enough that you feel like your floating. Suddenly, as if there wasn't any other time, your fingers immediately stilled as you looked back at your actions. There was no way in hell you just masturbated to the thought of your (sexy) neighbour. And to think that you almost orgasmed too. You shook your head instinctively before making your way to your bedroom and shutting the door behind you loudly. Glancing at the digital clock on your vanity, you figured that you should at least take a nap before getting ready for Donghyuck's place. Your beige-coloured coat was thrown onto the chair to your desk before you were lounging yourself onto your bed. "I should probably set an alarm." And so you did just that. The alarm on your phone was set to seven in the evening and with that you drifted off to sleep.
You weren't sure how it happened but it was definitely not seven when you woke up. The shock that entered your body when you woke up at exactly eight can't even be explained. Instantly, you rushed out of bed as you stripped your clothes off one by one on your way to the bathroom. You wouldn't want to appear at his place smelling like an overused dumpster. The only thing on your mind as you were showering were how in the hell were you supposed to be there in time? I mean, of course it is a half second walk to his place but there was no way your going to get ready in fifteen minutes. The soap that was smeared around your body probably wasn't even spread evenly but that was the least of your worries. The shower took you about ten minutes at minimum before you were drying your hair with a towel. You had no time for the dryer today. Looking through your clothes took longer that you'd hoped but you finally ended up wearing a simple white tee with a pair of shorts. You contemplated on going for a more formal attire and casual one but you chose comfortability over beauty. Besides, you're just having dinner at his place right?
The time that was displayed on the clock was a quarter to nine but you refused to look at it. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time before letting out a breath and heading out the door. Though, the second you opened the door, you were face to face with the one and only Lee Donghyuck who had his right hand in the air, ready to knock on your door. Your gaze drifted to his choice of clothing for this evening and to your surprise, he was wearing the exact same thing you were, just with knee-length shorts. It seems that the realisation dawned upon the both of you at the same time when you suddenly broke into fit of laughter. "What are you doing here?" You questioned as you locked the door behind you and Donghyuck took a step back. "I got worried I guess... You weren't replying to my texts so I came over to check... Y'know, just in case.â
You couldn't help the smile that fought its way to your lips when you noticed his gaze looking everywhere but you. Deciding to change the topic, you said, "Dinner's still on?" to which he replied with a beaming, "Of course!". Exchanging genuine and shy smiles with each other, you nudged him on the shoulder playfully before walking towards his front door that was agape. "You do know its's dangerous leaving your front door wide open like this?" A left brow of yours was raised as you leaned against the frame. He seemed to be avoiding your statement when he answered with something totally irrelevant. "Do invite yourself in," Another smile. It's definitely one of the most charming smiles you've ever received. Doing exactly as he said, you walked in with awe visible on your face as you looked around his welcoming and tidy apartment. "Well aren't you neat?" You joked. "It's Donghyuck, what do you expect?" He walked past you to the dining table before filling your plates with dinner.
Taking a seat with your back to the door, you had to swallow a lump of saliva at the sight of the dish. "You made this?" You threw a glance at Donghyuck who was sitting by you. "Yeah. It's my mum's recipe. She taught me recently. Give it try." He gestured toward your plate and you gladly shoved a forkful of spaghetti into your awaiting mouth. It was as if the flavours were bursting into tiny fireworks in your mouth as you took your time savouring the taste of his cooking. "I'll have to tell you, you're an amazing cook." You nodded affirmatively as confirmation. "Dang, it's that good?" At that, you rolled your eyes teasingly and urged for him to try it himself. As he did, you watched as he had his eyes shut and head thrown back dramatically in ecstasy. You knew it was just him being his usual hubris self (not that you knew much about him) but you couldn't help but want to see more. Even more so when a soft moan left his pretty lips that you caught yourself biting on your own when you heard it.
As you were stuck in your own delusional mind, Donghyuck seemed to have caught up to your thoughts when he finished his dramatics. "There seems to be a whole lot on your mind now." He tilted his head with a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Snapping out of your trance, you looked at him with a puzzled look on your face. "What?" Your voice was small and confused. He looked like he was about to say something when you continued, "Why don't we just eat?" You stuffed your mouth full of food to avoid him from saying anything else, "Shit, this is amazing!" You nodded subconsciously. When you noticed his gaze was still on you, you swallowed your food whole before looking at him with hopeful eyes. "Please... Eat with me?" Suddenly, his amused laugh filled the room and you found yourself smiling silently as you watched him filling his mouth just like you did.
Dinner was finally over and your now sitting on his extremely comfortable nude-coloured sofa, chatting. "You can use my wifi if you'd like. I can enter the password for you." It was at that moment that you felt panic rush over you. You couldn't just tell him that you already have it and you've been using it for over a month now because you found out that his password was the name of of his favourite perfume. You just can't. But you told him anyway. 'Cause you're an idiot that is bad at lying. "Oh it's fine, I already have it." You laughed awkwardly before realisation dawned upon you. "Wait... What?" Donghyuck had this perplexed expression on his face and you almost felt guilty. Keyword, almost. You bit your lip gently and nodded slowly before looking toward the ground. ''Hold on... So you mean to tell me, that you know the password to my wifi? And I'm guessing you've been using it ever since?" His eyes were sharp, degrading even and all you wanted at that moment was for the ground to swallow you whole.
"Huh. So that's why my internet bills has been increasing a lot these days. How often do you even use the internet?" Standing up abruptly, you walked closer to him and stood slightly further from between his legs that were spread excessively wide. You noticed his eyebrows raising slightly as you took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just that my wifi has been acting up lately and it just so happens that I figured out your passwo-" He cut you off with a question of his own. "How would you know my password? Unless you've been smelling me, I'm you wouldn't've cracked it. Out of sudden you think you felt a wave of confidence crashing over you because your next words came out unconsciously. "Maybe I have been smelling you." Right then, he slowly got up from his seat before you were both eyeing each other up and down.
The mere size of him has you catching your breath but you knew better than to show any reaction. The both of you were so close to each other that you could smell his perfume with every inhale. And youâre not overreacting. His hand that was once by his side was now carefully making its way to you waist. âHave you now?â The way the words glided his tongue ever so smoothly makes you wanna take him right then and there but this is someone that youâve barely talked to. And you donât even know his favourite colour. The hand that began caressing your waist eventually started to tug you closer to him. âHyuckâŠâ You managed to let out a whisper at the feeling. âHyuck?â A playful smile danced on his lips. Lifting your gaze you stared deeply into his eyes before tilting your head to the left slightly. âIs there a problem?â He scoffed at that. Probably out of amusement. âNo, not at all. Call me whatever you want.â
âDongDongie?â You batted your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence. âOkay, maybe not that.â He was gripping your waist with both his hands now and you could feel him coming even closer than he already was. If that was even possible. That was it. You are not gonna sit still and look pretty. Youâre coming for this guy. And just like that, your lips were all over him. Coating his cheeks, jawline, and neck with your kisses. The only feature missing was his lips. Those pink, fluffy lips. âKiss me,â Donghyuck said between breaths. âAnd why should I?â You asked with a soft voice. âPleaseâŠâ He rested his forehead to yours as your hips finally met. You could feel him through his confines and you swore you let out a tiny moan at the friction. So tiny that he could barely hear it. Without saying another word, you immediately attached your lips to his before moving in perfect synchronisation with each other.
Just as he was about to slide a tongue in, you pulled away. âWhy..?â Donghyuckâs hands released your waist before it was cupping your cheeks gently. Softy caressing his forearm, you responded. âI just donât feel likeââ
âNo,â He placed a wet kiss to your jaw before pulling back and continuing, âKiss me again. Kiss me until Iâm sick of it.â You couldnât form words to respond to that so you simply ran your hand through his hair before connecting your lips once again. Donghyuck let out a groan few seconds after and the warmth it left on your lips has you wanting more. With your free hand, you reached down lower to his crotch as you once again ruffled through his hair. His hard-on felt almost like stone when you first palmed it. And at that moment, you wonder how hard heâd gotten and that if it really was because of you. You felt him spin you around before lowering you onto the couch slowly with your lips still attached.
Hurriedly, you released yourself from him and frantically pulled his white tee off his body, leaving him in his shorts. âWhatâs the rush? Iâm not going anywhere.â Donghyuck laughed lowly. You didnât answer him though. Instead, you placed butterfly kisses along his abdomen leading up to his happy trail. When you were right above the waistband of his shorts, you looked up at him with teasing eyes as you slowly pulled it down. âFuck⊠Youâre adorable.â Donghyuck caressed the top of your head lovingly before thrusting his hips into your hold desperately. âPlease⊠Take these off too.â He gestured to his black boxers that seemed to be two sizes smaller. Giving him a small peck at the tip through his confines, you gently removed his boxers and left them pooled around his ankles.
The second they were off him, his hard cock immediately sprang out and managed hit the tip of your nose. You were surprised to say the least. You always knew he would be big but you didnât expect him to be this big. There were a couple of his veins visible to you and you couldnât fight the urge to give them a strong lick. A sigh could be heard from him as his head lolled back in bliss. But before you could enclose his dick with your mouth, he pulled your head back by your hair and looked at you with dark eyes. âItâs really not fair that youâre still fully clothed.â Donghyuck raised his brows suggestively. âFine.â You answered simply. Taking a step further from you, Hyuck watched as you threw your shirt across the room and unbuttoned your shorts. âHappy?â He pretended to ponder a little before shaking his head side to side. âNot quite. Youâre still clothed.â Gesturing to your bra and underwear, he smirked at you subtly as you flipped him off.
Complying, you unclipped your bra and removed your underwear before sitting back on the couch with your legs closed. You could feel the confidence draining out of you now that youâre completely naked in front of him. âThatâs more like it.â Just as he said that his lips come crashing back onto yours, this time more aggressive and rough. His left hand that was once by your head was now stuffed between your legs, prying them open in a blink of an eye. The small gasp you let out when his fingers began rubbing your pussy up and down wasnât loud enough to be heard throughout the apartment, but it was definitely loud enough to leave Donghyuck wanting more. Pulling away from your lips, he suckled on your right nipple as his digits teased your gaping hole. He was on his knees by now. The sight of his tongue flicking your nipple and his fingers playing with your clit has you almost reaching your high. But it was still so far away.
Finally after what seemed like hours of him just teasing you, he finally entered his fingers inside you in a smooth motion. The both of you moaned in sync at the feeling of your warmth engulfing him. Hyuck let his fingers sit there for a moment as he licked a striped down your pussy from your boobs before giving your clit a harsh suck. âFuck! Hyuck!â Your hands found their way between his hair and you were now tugging and pulling at it roughly. Itâs shouldâve pained him but it seems to you that heâs enjoying it more than you were. His tongue moved in languid motions as his fingers finally found themselves to be working at a steady pace. Looking up from your heat, he watched you rolls your eyes to the back of your skull with your chest heaving up and down and your hand tugging him closer.
Your orgasm was reaching its peak and you couldnât even register anything at the moment as your mind was filled with blurry visions and cloudy thoughts. âFuck, Fuck, FuckâŠâ You chanted. âYou close?â He said with a whispery voice and the vibration and warmth it left was the last thing you needed to once and for all let your high come crashing over you. A loud moan left your lips as you came in his mouth and on his fingers, hard. Once youâve calmed down a little, you looked at Hyuck who was now towering over you with his fingers in his mouth, before saying, âI think Iâm gonna cry.â It was starting to overwhelm you. With Donghyuck licking your release off his fingers and the sight of his increasingly hardening dick, you felt like crying.
He laughed again. Almost at you instead of because of you but you werenât at your right mind at the moment to even think much of it. âAww donât cry, sweetie. Not until I tell you too.â His words had a different meaning to them but his expression was like sunshine. His beaming smile made you carve your own smile back before you threw your head back tiredly and sighed. You thought it was over. That you were just gonna bid your goodbyes and go home. But no. For him, youâre just getting started. It surprised you when you suddenly felt him lift you from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. âHyuck? What are youââ
âIâve always wanted to do this in here.â Said Donghyuck airily before he bent you over the kitchen island. His fingers drawing little circles on your back. âYou look so pretty like this. With no way to escape from me.â His digits found your hole again before collecting your cum on his fingers and smearing them around your rim. The risk of him entering you there has your knees shaking from the thrill. âYou like that? You want me there?â His face was right next to yours now and you just wanted to give him a big fat smooch but the only thing stopping you were his movements. âAnswer me.â He tipped his fingers deeper inside you just before it reached where you wanted him to. âYes, please⊠Please fuck me there.â Gripping the kitchen island harder, you jutted your hips out even more towards him just to feel his hard cock between your ass. You werenât sure what you heard him mutter under his breath but it sounded a lot like, âShitâŠâ
He started to slowly move himself between the crook of your ass. His dick peaking out of the gap with each thrust. Donghyuckâs groans filled your ears as his movements began speeding up. Leaving small kisses to the top of your head, he nuzzled his face on your shoulder with small ragged breaths. âI need to fuck you.â He said in your ear, and before you got the chance to answer, he was already lubing up both his length and your rim. The stretch when he entered you was extremely painful and he wasnât even halfway through yet. âHyuck!â You laid yourself flat against the cold marble surface. as he slowly bottomed out inside you. You could see yourself almost passing out but his voice snapped you back to reality. âCan I move?â He asked softly with a rub to your ass. âSlowly.â You told him.
Doing just that, Donghyuck carefully pulled himself almost all the way out before thrusting. This went for a few seconds before the two of you couldnât take it anymore and he was pounding into you ruthlessly. âShit! Hyuckââ Your legs trembled and your hands were searching frantically for anything to grab on which ended up tugging on his locks once again. âFuck babyâ S-So tightâŠâ His words were slurred but you heard him just fine. A few more thrusts and you were already approaching your orgasm. You figured Hyuck noticed this when he told you, âJust a little more, pretty.â with a dreamy tone. Nodding mindlessly against the kitchen island, you let your eyes close lightly as Hyuck continued pounding sloppily into you. You knew he was close so you wanted to wait for him. To release together.
âSo close, so closeâŠâ He chanted from behind you and your eyes instantly flicked open when you felt extremely close to cumming. The kitchen that once smelled like vanilla and cake was now filled with the smell of sex and lewd sounds. âCum with me, baby.â Said Donghyuck followed by strings of moans and groans. One last thrust was all it took for the both of your orgasms to come crashing down on you, leaving you breathless and tired. He emptied himself inside of you before pulling out and leaning against the kitchen island next to you. Your ass stung but the pain was washed away when you could the warm liquid trickling down your legs. Noticing this, Hyuck walked back to where he was before and kneeled between your legs to take a better look at his cum dripping from your lower hole.
It felt extremely long before he was collecting the liquid with tongue all the way up to your stinging rim and giving it a loving peck. Flipping you over, he gave you a long kiss on the lips, making you taste him between his lips. Moaning into the kiss, you unconsciously grabbed his dick and gave it a few teasing pumps before rubbing it between your folds. You had no clue as to why you were doing this but you just wanted to feel him inside you again. To feel him fill you up nicely just like before. The kiss didnât stop there. Instead, it was even more heated than before. His tongue was reaching places in your mouth that you didnât know were possible. Finally entering him inside you, you whined against his lips at the sensation. He filled you to the brim and so perfectly too.
Moving yourself up and down, you fucked yourself on him slowly and using your cum as lubrication. Having had enough, he lifted his thigh until you were sat on it before placing his hands on your hips and moving you himself. âYouâre so big, HyuckâŠâ You pulled away from the kiss and let your head drop to his shoulder. His hold on you was painful and hard but you a whore for the pain. This time, your orgasm seemed to approach even more quickly and you figure that his is arriving too. âYouâre gonna fucking empty my balls if we keep doing this.â He joked amusedly. âWouldnât that be a sight?ââ And then it hit the two of you at the same time, mixing your cum together and leaving it dripping from where youâre connected.
Giving you a small peck on the lips, he attached his forehead to yours before the both of you laughed in sync. âWell someoneâs gotta clean this mess, donât you think?â
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summary â everything about your relationship with mark is perfect - heâs loving, protective, and gentle. maybe too gentle. mark is too gentle for you in bed and when you share this problem with a mutual friend, jeno, heâs more than willing to help you get off.
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no matter how much you knew you loved mark, you couldnât shake the itch you had.Â
an itch that needed scratching. which he was not very good at doing.
mark kissed his way down your belly, trailing a gentle column of pecks to your thighs. you resisted a frown that desperately wanted to cling to your lips. for the past couple of weeks, your boyfriend had been attempting to initiate sex with you, but every time up until now, you had turned him down.
it wasnât that you werenât sexually attracted to mark or anything like that. first of all, you dumbfounded by how fine your boyfriend was. unbeknownst to him, every now and then, you would touch yourself to thoughts of him and mental images of his handsome little face.
the problem was that those fantasies tended to get you off harder than he did.
âyouâre so pretty,â mark murmured, running a hand through your folds. you were wet - because your body couldnât deny wanting him, much less when he put his hands on you - though not nearly as wet as you could have been.
mark didnât need to know that. in fact, the only reason you had agreed to letting him fuck you now was because you didnât want him to assume that you were cheating and had found more than adequate loving elsewhere (not that you had just yet). and maybe you were also a little sexually frustrated and you knew this was the closest to release you would get without actually seeking out another partner. mark was the love of your life and you never wanted to break his heart like that, so half the time you sucked it up and closed your eyes.
the sex was good. you would never deny that. but good wasnât good enough.
mark dipped his head between your thighs, now starting to lap at your cunt which guaranteed a mind-blowing orgasm, and you let him have his way with you for a while.
but after a while, you tugged markâs hair, purring, âfuck me.â
mark pulled back, a little baffled. he liked eating you out. he noticed that it made you cum harder. âi havenât prepared you yet. i donât wanna hurt you.â
thatâs the problem, you thought, miffed. âitâs okay. i can take it, baby.â
âare you sure?â markâs brows were furrowed. it was cute. you also liked the way his brows furrowed when he was balls deep inside you.
âmm-hm. fuck me, please.â
mark reluctantly obeyed, because the last thing he wanted was to cause you any pain, but you kept insisting it would be fine. he was the type to always put your pleasure before his own, even if it meant ignoring how hard his dick throbbed and how desperately he needed to fuck you, because he loved you and you were his world. it was appreciated on your end, that was no doubt, but a bit of a nuisance.
with mark hovering above you now, you gripped his shoulders, biting your lip when he at last penetrated you. mark was slow and steady, at least when he first started fucking you, taking his sweet time to push every inch inside you. tears stung your eyes. there was a slight burn to his every thrust, and his steady pace prolonged the pain, but you were in love with it. plus your boyfriend leaned a little towards the girthy side.Â
mark noticed your tears instantly and ground to a halt. âdoes it hurt?â
âno,â you lied, because you didnât need him to worry his pretty little ass off. âfeels good, markie. keep going.â
you gave a kiss of reassurance to his neck and that was all mark needed to pick back up where he left off, pushing in deeper with every thrust until he was completely swallowed by you. the whole time, mark was still kissing you, as if he was trying to take your mind off it. you wished he wasnât afraid to be a little bit rougher with you. come to think of it, there wasnât a single time where mark had ever hurt you on purpose - not even a smack to your ass or slap to your thigh.Â
it made you feel guilty knowing your boyfriend was only being the caring gentleman that you had fallen for, but you couldnât help what turned you on. you liked when he underestimated his strength, handling you a little bit harder than intended, or when he came and absent-mindedly gripped your hips like a vice, knuckles white and his hold tight enough to bruise. mark would apologize over and over, insisting he didnât intend to, but you never complained. you liked to see the little bruises in the mirror or catch glimpses of them throughout the day.
at one point, mark picked up his pace, slapping his hips into yours with a rhythm. âharder,â you told him, wanting him to break you. âi can take it.â
mark did as told, though not without gently kissing your lips and telling you how beautiful you were. to mark, it was always a sight to see you like this. he was so proud to call you his. he was in love with how you sucked him in, how tight you were, but most importantly, he was in love with you and hoped his body would convey that during sex.
you moaned at how deep he was, closing your eyes and tuning him out. what would it take for him to break you - to fuck you like he hated you?
âalmost there, baby,â mark groaned a little later, bringing his hands to your clit because he knew your body intimately and that was his saving grace.
âcum inside,â you whimpered, imagining him making threats of getting you pregnant. you could hear his voice in your head. that, combined with the drive of hips into yours, was the force pushing you towards the end.
mark kept pounding you out, becoming less and less steady. it was a telltale sign of him being close to release. your pleas for him to come inside you only made it worse, because the thought was at the front of his mind and he desperately needed to fill you to your utter capacity.
you needed him to cum inside you so badly. mark was groaning and grunting, unraveling before your eyes. at last he emptied his load into you, hips still rocking into yours until he reached the last of his high. you moaned at the feeling of him filling you to the brim, his fingers digging into your hips harshly.
mark, now returning to earth, glanced at you and frowned. âyou didnât cum.â
âi did.â
âdonât lie to me. thatâs the worst thing you can do.â
you frowned.Â
mark crept closer, running a finger over your cheek. he wanted absolute eye contact. âwhat am i doing wrong?â
âitâs not you, baby. i promise,â you sighed, running your fingers through his hair. âitâs me. i liked it. iâm just a little hard to please.â
mark retorted sharply, âand what does it mean if i canât please you?â
âyou do a very good job at pleasing me, mark. i told you, it feels good when youâre in me. donât overthink it,â you told him sweetly. in all honesty, it wasnât far from the truth. mark hit you in all the right places. there was just something missing.
mark leaned into your neck and murmured, âare you sure?â
âyes. so donât worry your pretty little head.â
âokay,â mark huffed and moved his head to your chest.
two weeks later, you found yourself at jenoâs place. he was a mutual friend of you and mark and somebody you were both very close with. you had come over to drop off a plate of strawberry tiramisu per markâs request but, as to be expected, got tangled in conversation.
jeno, curious as ever, asked, âspeaking of mark, whatâs going on with you and my boy?âÂ
you furrowed your brows. âwhat do you mean?âÂ
âheâs in one of those âmy-girl-hates-meâ moods again. i thought you guys had gotten into an argument or something, but he wonât tell me, and since heâs so down in his spirits i just left it alone,â jeno said with a shrug.
you bit your lip. you had two options. you could either keep what happens with you and mark between you and mark, or you could open up a little. jeno was a trustworthy guy and friend, and thus you were more inclined to be honest with him. âweâve hit a wall lately,â you said vaguely.
âas in?â
âas in the sex is very⊠how do i put this⊠weâre not having sex very often,â you explained, clearing your throat.Â
that clearly got jenoâs attention. âdonât tell me markâs game is declining.â
âno, itâs not mark. the sex is good. itâs just...,â you chewed over your words, unsure of how to put it in a way that could rationalize how you felt. without coming off completely insane. âheâs too gentle,â you whispered.Â
to your surprise, jeno didnât look at you like you had fifty heads. he actually seemed amused. jeno cocked his head, a smiling tugging at his lips, and asked, âand you like it rough?â
you nodded. to say the least.Â
âhave you communicated that with him?â
âi mean, no. but i have my reasons. how am i supposed to go up to him and tell him the reason iâm not cumming is because heâs not fucking me within an inch of my life?â
jeno chuckled. âmy boy is a softie when in love,â he said.
exasperated, you leaned your head against jenoâs shoulder and groaned, âexactly. and i feel like an idiot for complaining about that of all things. heâs literally doing everything right. even if i did tell him, i seriously donât even think heâs capable of hurting me on purpose.â
âi mean, how rough do you like it?â jenoâs question didnât strike you as anything but an attempt to be helpful. âdo you like getting spanked?â
âyes,â you said frankly.
âslapped?â
âyes.â
âhair pulling?â
âthatâs the least extreme think i like.â
âflogging?â
âokay, now youâre crossing a line,â you said. that was a bit too extreme.
jeno threw up his hands. âhey, youâre the freak, not me.â
you frowned. you were thinking about mark again. he was the perfect boyfriend. maybe you shouldâve let him go so he could find somebody that could appreciate him and all his efforts to show his girlfriend love, but you were too selfish for that. you threw jeno a glance. âdo you think iâm crazy?â
jeno shook his head. âno, i think thereâs a line between pain and pleasure. for some of us itâs thinner than it is for others. for some of us itâs larger,â he said, a little more sober than you expected.
which made you think. it wasnât very often that you ranted about your life problems to jeno, though whenever you did, he always proved himself to be a good listener and good at giving you sound advice (no matter how inconsequential your problems mightâve seemed).
then, your attention flitted elsewhere, eyes at his bulging biceps. you were too in your head to really notice that he had his arm around you, and mark surely didnât send you over here to snuggle with his best friend. you didnât fail to notice that jeno was muscular because you werenât blind and he made no attempt to hide it, the opposite rather, always proudly flaunting his physique. but this was the first time you were having thoughts that you probably shouldnât.
you called, âjeno?â
âhm?â
âdo you think mark would encourage me to seek out somebody else if he couldnât fulfill my needs, or would he want to work through it?â
now that was the million dollar question. on the one hand, your question was not lost on jeno and he saw dead through you. you had been less than discreetly checking him out. but on the other, you were markâs girl and it was the proper thing to do to give you an honest response. âboth,â jeno told you, honest as could be. âbecause he wants you to be happy more than anything, but i know the second he let a pretty little thing like you go, he would lose his mind.â
your cheeks got warm. jeno just called me pretty, you thought. then, you instantly chided yourself. mark called you pretty too. and you liked it. the only reason you were getting excited because of jeno doing it was because there was a chance he could be the one to satisfy those cravings lurking inside you.
jeno cocked his head. âdo you want me to help you?â
âhelp me how?â
âwith that problem of yours,â he said, amused that you were playing dumb. as if you werenât giving him those eyes only a moment ago. âgirls always tell me iâm the right amount of rough.â
you gawked. âare you offering to have sex with me?â
jeno shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. to be honest, he had wanted you for a while now, but again, you were markâs girl. âsomebodyâs gotta do it. i wouldnât mind.â
you hated that you were actually considering it. your thighs tingled with excitement, wanting it more than anything. but your boyfriend never once left your mind. âwhat about mark?â
âheâll be glad itâs just me instead of somebody else,â jeno said confidently.
âyou say that like mark himself told you that.â
jeno shrugged again. âitâs a yes or a no, princess.â
you mulled it over. this was a very, very stupid idea. and an egregious mistake in the making. but when you were thinking with your pussy instead of your head, all rational thoughts were completely off the table.
âyes,â you said, your better judgement clouded.
jeno smirked, satisfied with your answer. and lifted you into his burly arms, ignoring how you cried out in surprise while he carried you to his bedroom. you had no time to recover before he threw you against his mattress, wasting no time to climb on top of you and pull at your clothes with a vengeance. and you let him, because you were inclined to let jeno do whatever he wanted to you right now.
forget the consequences. you would worry about that part later.
you heard fabric tear and gawked in surprise when you realized jeno had torn your underwear off, sitting up to look at him, only to be roughly forced down your back again. he leaned directly over you, searching your face with fire smoldering in his sharp eyes. âiâm not mark. youâre not going to have your way with me. youâre going to lie down and take what i give you,â he hissed, voice low but clear as ever.
all you could do was nod. the words were sucked out of you. your throat had gone dry. and your muscles were painfully stiff. for now.
satisfied, jeno crept back down your body, positioning himself between your thighs. he ran his fingers over your folds and chuckled. you were already so wet from nothing at all. he didnât intend to prep you very much, but pushed his fingers in and out of your pussy merely to feel how tight it wrapped around them. you impatiently whimpered out his name, clearly needy, and earned yourself a solid slap to the cunt.
you immediately squeezed your thighs back together, letting out another, more agonized noise, but jeno yanked them back apart just as quickly and your strength was no match for his, keeping your legs spread even as he smacked you a second time.
âjeno,â you whimpered again, tears bundling together in your lashes. you had chosen a godawful day to wear mascara.
jeno was completely unfazed, opening his bedside drawer to rummage around for a condom and held it up, cocking his brow at you. âcondom or no condom?â
âare you clean?â
âyep,â said jeno. âi got tested a couple of weeks ago.â
âthen, please fuck me raw,â you begged, throbbing at the thought. even when mark came inside you, you almost found it better than the sex itself.
jeno tossed the condom to the side with a chuckle and stepped out of his boxers, which made your jaw slacken. you had seen the imprint of his dick only moments prior and had tried your best to pretend like it didnât bother you, but the sight of his hard cock standing tall against his stomach was enough to make you cry. jeno cocked his brow at you again, snickering to himself, and lined himself up at your entrance.
the wind was knocked out of you. good god heâs packing.
you sucked in a breath when jeno forced his way inside you, tears rolling down your cheeks at how much he stretched you out. you couldnât even take all of it at once, but jeno would make you, ignoring the whimpers you cried as he stuffed you to the hilt. his brows scrunched together, fingers clawing into your hips to anchor himself with how deep he was inside you, and you swallowed every deliciously guttural sound that left his lips.
then, jeno had a brief lull of indecision, and pulled back out to roughly flip you over, just to penetrate you again just as quickly once you scrambled on your hands and knees. âfuck,â you whined, filling once more a surreal fusion of pain and pleasure.
jeno had told you there was a thin line between pain and pleasure. and as far as you were concerned, he had never been more right.
jeno, hands at your hips, asked huskily, âdoes it hurt?â
you bobbed your head, unable to stop the flow of tears. but i love it, you added in your head.
jeno was satisfied. âgood,â he replied smugly.
never had you felt so full. you could feel him in the pit of your stomach and it was driving you mad. jeno had no intention of letting you adjust to his size either, already brutally smacking his hips against yours with a vengeance.
you let out a noise when jeno gripped your jaw, abruptly lifting up your tear-stained face. âlook at yourself,â he growled, forcing you to look into the mirror across from his bed. no wonder he made you change positions. âshame you ruined all that pretty makeup with those tears.â
you looked a damn mess and it didnât help that you had jeno rutting into you from behind, making you lose any and all sense of order you still had. jeno loved how helpless you looked. all you could do was lie there and take it, and you could barely even do that. when you tried to look away, he forced your face back where he wanted it, chin between his fingers, and said darkly, âi donât like to repeat myself. look at yourself. i want you to watch yourself get fucked by your boyfriendâs friend because you canât get off to being fucked normally.â
that made your walls clamp around him, and consequently a deep howl escaped jeno. it was criminal how sexy he sounded, and the more you pleasured him, the rougher his hands got on your body. you could already feel the bruises at your hips that would probably take weeks to completely fade.
a certain sharp thrust made you whimper and hang your head, singing out his name. jeno slapped your cheek and the sting went straight to your cunt, making you clench around him. you brought your head back to the mirror, remembering you were supposed to be watching yourself, though you were tempted to glance off just so that he would hit you again.
jeno shook his head when he felt you clench around him, chuckling to himself. he smacked his palm against your face again for amusement, just to see you soak in the pain. âyouâre so pathetic, you know that?â he asked, followed by a laugh. âneed to get roughed up to get off?â
you whined, âpleaseâŠâ
âplease what?â jeno asked, in spite of knowing damn well what you wanted. but he wanted to hear you say it. he wanted you to hear how pathetic you sounded.
you bit your lip. was he really going to make you say it? âplease hit me,â you whispered.
jeno hummed, furrowing his brows in mock confusion. âkiss you?â
you shook your head and cried, âjeno, please hit me again.â
satisfied, jeno gripped your jaw in his fingers to keep it in place as he forced you to look in the mirror, then slapped your cheeks a couple of times. âis that hard enough for you, baby?âÂ
âharder,â you whimpered.Â
jeno laughed.Â
jeno kept hitting you and throwing you around, whispering the cruelest of words in your ear and telling you how disgusting you were for liking getting roughed up. it should have humiliated you, but it also brought you closer to climax in record time.
jeno wasnât far behind you, because you kept tightening around him every every degrading word and violent touch, and it drove him mad with lust. not a single part of him was worried about mark right now, and from the looks of it, you had forgotten about your boyfriend too, completely absorbed in how jeno was hitting you in all the right places. literally.
face to face with climax, jeno gripped your hair, pulling it back. you whined, but jeno merely nibbled at your ear before saying, âiâm gonna cum in this tight little pussy and youâre gonna take every drop.â
âyes, please,â you replied, not opposed at all. âfill me up, jeno. please.â
âfuck,â jeno groaned, slapping his hips into yours even harsher. you were so fucking perfect that he was tempted to steal you from mark and make you his bitch. and he might have already done that without even trying.
with a couple more hits, you were unraveling around jeno and it triggered his own orgasm. he came inside you with a grunt and leaned over you to clamp his teeth into your shoulder, trying to smother his own sounds. you, on the other hand, couldnât control the noises that left you, moaning and shaking harder than ever as your climax got the best of you.
jeno pulled out, sated, and watched you crumble on his sheets, chest heaving. âgood?â he asked.Â
you nodded, still trying to catch your breath. and clear your mind. âyeah,â you croaked, blinking. âthank you.â
jeno snickered. âany time. i can tell you needed it.â
damn right, you thought.
you cleaned yourself up and as if nothing had happened, jeno thanked you for the tiramisu before you headed home to mark. before you got in the car, you grabbed your phone to let him know you were on the way back, and were thrown for a loop when you saw what time it was, plus the missed texts you had from your boyfriend. you had completely loss track of time.
when you stepped inside the house, mark was in the living room watching the amazing spider-man 2, and immediately turned around when he heard the door unlocking. âbabe,â he said, leaping up to hug you. âi missed you.â
âi wasnât gone that long,â you muttered, wrapping your arms around your boy. he felt safe. âbut i missed you too.â
mark never wanted to let you go, and he didnât, but there was a little frown on his face when he murmured into your neck, âyou smell like jeno.â
you swallowed. âwell, i was at jenoâs house. where jeno lives.â
âyou were there for a while.â
âyeah, well,â you started, guilt suddenly blindsiding you. âyou know how jeno is. can never say hi and bye and be done. he always has to start a conversation.â
âsounds like him,â mark said, nodding. âdid he at least like the tiramisu?âÂ
âof course he did. heâs jeno.â
mark chuckled. âwanna watch gwen stacy die for the billionth time with me?â
you frowned. âonly if we watch andrew save tomâs mj right after,â you replied.Â
âdeal.â
the two of you ran to the couch, and you pushed your guilt to the back of your heart as you snuggled in your boyfriendâs arms, trying desperately to forget what you just did to him.
âbabe, iâm gonna go make us some popcorn,â mark said, slowly backing away from you.Â
you sent him off with a nod, smiling and flitting your gaze back to the television screen.Â
in the kitchen, mark opened the pantry and slid his phone from his pockets to open his text messages. howâd it go?
how do you think?Â
mark rolled his eyes. sheâs glowing. what did you do?Â
itâs not that hard, mark. all you gotta do is slap her around a little.Â
mark poked out his head, watching you with your eyes fixated to the screen. iâll keep that in mind, he replied back.Â
there was no reply and markâs phone didnât buzz until the microwave beeped. still on for friday?
You were just browsing, looking at all of the various kinks and fantasies the great world wide web had to offer. Itâs not like you intended to make an account on a specific website to meet someone. Really, you were just curious about what was behind the âonly members can view this pageâ banner. What you definitely werenât expecting was to be pulled into actually meeting one of the men behind said banner, or enjoying it so much that youâd like for him to hurt you more.Â
or the one where you join a kink website and a specific domâs profile catches your attention enough to actually meet him at a hotel and practically ignore your safe words bc man, heâs good.Â
ao3 | m.list | minors dni !! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do.Â
wordcountâ 8.7k
pairingâ johnny x afab reader
contentâ dom!johnny, open minded sub!reader, smut, reader wants to explore her interests in kinks and finds the best person for the job
warningsâ this is mildly cnc in some areas but reader does want it and there are safe words (colors) but she intentionally doesnât use them. sheâs having fun, she feels good, and only alludes to a âstopâ because it makes johnny go harder.Â
noteâ uh, hi. i know iâm always on a sub-idol agenda but i had this wip half written that i lost steam for and, well, johnny brought the fire back to finish it. disclaimer: im not good at writing dom stuff, but i tried so pls forgive me if with this the worst thing youâve ever read.Â
đź preview. He watches Jungwoo kiss you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, announcing to the world âmy good luck charm ducky baby!â and if Jaehyun didnât love his roommate so much, heâd have barfed at the sickly sweetness of it all⊠Or maybe from the jealousy. But heâd never admit that to himself.
cw/ tw. threesome, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, shower sex, spit roasting, praise, inklings of hand/size kink, deep throating/choking, oral, etc... I petnames. (pretty) duck/ducky
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 11.6k
đ aus. frat/basketball, non idol, established relationship au, poly, etc...
âïžÂ mlist + an. when I tell you how much I love this pairing- check out this post i made which has links to a bunch of jaewoo tiktoks if youâre not convinced these two are the bomb dot com, and then return to enjoy frat basketball besties- theyâre mvpâs I swear
Thursday
When Jaehyun arrives late to frat movie night, taking his seat next to his roommate, he can tell something is off, but he canât quite put his finger on it.Â
Jungwoo is distracted - obviously so - left knee bobbing, and a hand playing with his phone on the armrest. His eyes are on the large flatscreen above the mantle place, but heâs gnawing on his lower lip, a habit that he entertains when heâs lost in thought-
A small buzz reverberates through the couch, and in the darkness of the living room, Jungwooâs lit phone screen draws numerous eyes, including Jaehyunâs.Â
At such a close distance, Jaehyun can clearly see the notification- can see the hearts and star emojis surrounding the word âduck,â which confuses the basketball player greatly- but he forces his gaze away, forces himself to not broach the topic of Jungwooâs new love interest at frat movie night-
As Jungwooâs roommate, basketball teammate and best friend- Jaehyunâs sure heâll find out whatâs going on soon enough.
Friday
You suppose when youâre dating a frat boy, going to his parties comes with the territory, but youâre still not prepared for the onslaught to your senses that happens as soon as you step through the front door.
Youâd heard how loud the music was playing as you approached the large frat house and now, as you follow Jungwoo, wading through the sea of people, the thrum of rap surrounds you. People push at your sides - a couple making out nearly trips over your foot - and you find yourself latching onto the arm of the tall puppy boy who happily tugs you along.
There are a few familiar faces in the swath of movement- youâre pretty sure Jungwooâs friend Haechan is standing on a table waving his shirt around- but you guess that could be any frat boy-
Mark is definitely recognizable with his teal-colored hair and snapback, leaning against a wall talking to one of the most beautiful men youâve ever seen- his hair bleached white, and his eyes focused solely on Mark-
âThere he is!â Jungwooâs voice makes you look forward, and you immediately recognize his roommate standing near the end of the crowded hallway.Â
Youâve not yet officially met the legendary Jeong Jaehyun- but Jungwooâs definitely talked about him, and the guyâs face is all over his Instagram-Â
Theyâre an inseparable pair, on and off the basketball court, where theyâre known for being so in sync that they often make mirrored movements-Â
Youâd first noticed the mirroring when - during first year - youâd been working for the schoolâs newspaper, and the usual basketball reporter had been sick. Going in his place, youâd been exposed to the schoolâs team for the first time- and youâd realized you enjoyed the players more than the game itself.
Now here you are, a year later, dating one of the very men whoâd caught your eye- and heâs about to introduce you to the other.
Itâs clear the moment Jaehyun sees Jungwoo; his face lights up. And as Jungwoo tows you through the partygoers scattered throughout the hallway to reach his friend, you prepare yourself to make a good first impression.
âJae!â Jungwoo exclaims, releasing your hand in favor of pulling his roommate into a hug.Â
âJungwoo!â the dimpled man echoes, a happy smile on his face when he releases his friend. âYou werenât here for pre.â
âHad to go pick this one up,â Jungwoo jokes, throwing an arm over your shoulder. âThis is Duck!â
âOh my god-â you groan, immediately feeling heat rising on your skin-
âDuck?â Jaehyun cocks his head at you, brows knitting together. âNice name?â
âItâs a nickname,â Jungwoo says, looking down at you with a fond grin. âMet her a few days ago shooting hoops with Mark, Haechan, and Johnny- there was a bit of an airball, someone screamed Duck, and she got hit on the back of the head-â
âWhat?â Jaehyunâs eyes have widened, and heâs looking at you with concern-
âRight?!â Jungwoo exclaims, smiling down at you fondly. âI was worried too! Had to check to make sure she was okay- Haechan came by to insist heâd called Duck, and you saidâŠâÂ
âMy name isnât Duck,â you giggle.Â
âThought it was the cutest thing ever,â Jungwoo says wistfully. âAsked her out then and there.â
âHe made sure I got home safe and everything,â you explain, âbut he kept calling me Duck.â
âBecause youâre my little ducky- even if you canât duck to save your life,â Jungwoo grins, pinching your cheek gently.Â
âI didnât have a concussion or anything-â you insist.
âI mean, you said yes to a date- are you sure you didnât need to go to a doctor?â Jaehyun asks. âOr maybe an optometrist?âÂ
âHey!â Jungwoo bellows loudly, grabbing at the front of Jaehyunâs shirt, but they both start to laugh pretty soon thereafter, and you see the playfulness of their relationship.
It makes your heart sing.
âNo offense,â Jaehyun says once he and Jungwoo have given each other space, âbut if I donât want to call you Duck, what can I call you?â
You give the frat boy your name without a second thought- only for him to pause, tilt his head and ask, âArenât you the chick who wrote that one article for a game we did last year?â
âHuh?â Youâre shocked heâd read it, let alone registered and remembered your name-Â
âYeah- you said a line or two about uh-â the basketball player looks upwards, trying to find his thoughts- âyou said âone of the most interesting things about our schoolâs team, is the way in which the point gaurd (Jeong Jaehyun) and shooting gaurd (Kim Jungwoo) play in total unison.â then you gave some statistic about the number of completed passes or something- that was you, right?âÂ
âUhâŠâ you look at Jungwoo, whoâs taken a step away so he can assess you up and down- then your eyes meet Jaehyunâs again, only for you to downcast them- âYeah, that was me.â
âThat was you!?â Jungwoo asks in shock, jaw dropping.
âIâm sorry I-â
âCoach put a clipping of that article in our locker room with the stat highlighted-â Jaehyun tells you, âstarted taking his own stats after that too.â
You grimace, âYikes.â
The frat boys laugh at you, and Jungwoo is quick to pull you to his side- âIf Iâd known youâd written that article, I would have liked you even more when we met,â he insists.Â
âThe guy who usually reports on us doesnât have much more to say than a play by play,â Jaehyun adds. âHe doesnât watch as closely as you seem to. Are you a fan of basketball?â
âErm- not really?â you admit- only to watch Jungwooâs expression fall. âI mean- yes! It can be fun- but I donât, like- I donât watch it on tv, or anything.â
âWhat were you doing at a basketball court when you met this guy then?â Jaehyun asks, nudging his roommate.
âShe was walking by with headphones on,â Jungwoo smiles. âCompletely lost in her own world- probably wouldnât have heard Haechan yell âduckâ even if she hadnât been listening to music.âÂ
âI see, I see,â Jaehyun nods. He looks you up and down, gaze lingering on Jungwooâs arm wrapped around you, then he sighs. âWell, Iâm gonna go grab some beer.â
âWeâre going to go upstairs.âÂ
The roommates exchange their statements of intent with a nod of understanding, and then Jaehyun is excusing himself with a ânice to meet you, Duck,â and Jungwoo begins to lead you to the second floor.
âWhat did you think of Jae?â your new boy toy lover asks when you reach his room, closing the door behind you both.
âHe seemed nice.âÂ
It might not be the complete truth- afterall, Jaeâs behavior might be more easily described as aloof than friendly or nice-Â
Heâd been hard for you to read, but to your credit, thereâd been a lot going on in the little hallway downstairs, and - contrary to popular belief - first impressions arenât everything.Â
âYou doing okay?â Jungwoo asks as he approaches you, wrapping you in his arms to pull you close to the chest thatâs already beginning to feel like home.
You nod, âof course,â reaching up to run your fingers through Jungwooâs pretty honey-coloured hair- heâs dyed it recently, and youâre still getting used to it over the dark strands youâd committed to memory when youâd first watched him play basketball. âHappy to be here with you.â
âMe too,â he grins, searching your eyes and looking over your face, gaze darting to your lips-
Youâve only âofficiallyâ known the man embracing you for a short time, but already, he has you wrapped around his finger. Thereâs not another guy in the whole world who could convince you to come to a frat party for a good lay-Â
And yet, here you are, looking up at Jungwoo like a lost little ducky-
Heâd been right about that at least.
Haechan throwing a basketball at your head has been the best thing that could have ever happened to you- after all, it led you here; to Jungwoo.
Youâre both leaning in now- and you can feel his breath-
âWait- Woo?âÂ
He blinks down at you, letting out a âhmm?â
âYou share your room with Jae- are you sure heâs not going to come up here?â
âHe wonât,â Jungwoo assures you.
âHow can you be so confident?â
âBecause we told him weâd be up here.â
âSoâŠâ
âSo,â Jungwoo laughs, âhe knows what that means. Now is Ducky gonna give me a kiss? Or keep pouting these cute lips.âÂ
Now youâre giggling too, and a moment later your mouths are pressed together; roommate forgotten.Â
Saturday
In the wake of an insane win against a rival university, Jaehyun is more than excited to hit the campus bar to celebrate with his team. Itâs tradition- and it allows the group to mingle with other students while drinking off the buzz of their win.Â
As he leaves the locker room, Jaehyun bumps into a congregation of his frat brothers, and he slots himself next to the tallest dude there, looking around for his roommate.
âWhereâs Jungwoo?â Jaehyun questions, gaze shifting back the way heâd come-
Heâs pretty sure Jungwooâs out of the locker room already- he hadnât been inside changing-
Oddly enough, itâs Mark Lee who has the answer, cocking his head slightly with confusion while stating, âHe already left with Duck.â Thereâs a beat of silence where Jaehyun digests whatâs been said, then Mark asks, âDidnât he tell you?â
He hadnât.
Just as Jungwoo had taken his sweet time to tell Jaehyun heâd even met you in the first place.Â
âHe must have mentioned it,â the point guard says, giving his head a little shake-
âMust have,â Johnny echoes, and Jaehyun can feel the elderâs eyes burning into him. âLooks like weâre all here, letâs head out.âÂ
The group exits the gymnasium, heading off towards the bar, and Jaehyun finds himself trailing at the back, walking in step with a frat brother named Doyoung.Â
Theyâre both silent, and the silence feels like an ache, because walks to the bar are never silent for Jae- who usually has his best friend hanging onto his shoulder and bellowing recounts of the game-
âYou guys played well,â Doyoung notes politely.
Jaehyun wants to tell him to fuck off.
Monday
Jungwoo is so enamored with you- so completely content just watching you read your textbook, that he forgets to watch the time.Â
When the door to his room suddenly opens, you both jump like scardy cats, and Jaehyun freezes too, looking between you and Jungwoo.
âOh,â the point guard in the entryway says. Then he turns and leaves, shutting the door behind himself without another word.
âI-â you begin, at the same time Jungwoo goes to explain âhe-â
You both pause, allowing the other to speak, and after another awkward exchange, Jungwoo finds himself reassuring you that âJae is like this sometimes- he gets weird around people-â
âI can go if he needs to be in your room,â you offer, eyes full of sincerity.
Your words make Jungwoo laugh, shaking his head and resting a hand on your thigh. âNo, you should stay-â he insists, âbesides, there are worse things he could have walked in on.â
âI guess youâre right about that.â
With a wink and a quick chaste kiss, Jungwoo gets to his feet. âIâm going to go talk to him though, is that okay?â
âUh huh, Iâll, uh-â he watches you swallow, âIâll be here, I guess.â
âDonât wander off,â Jungwoo teases, already practically bouncing to the door.Â
He knows exactly where to find his roommate, and heads to the kitchen, taking the stairwell two steps at a time.Â
Jaehyun is predictably where Jungwoo expected him to be, rifling through the fridge, and Jungwoo takes it upon himself to scare his friend, grinning wildly before poking the frat boy in the ribs and yelling âBoo!â
The two men are wrestling within seconds, with Jungwoo continuing to giggle while Jaehyun flips the dynamic, tickling Jungwooâs sides while asking âyou think this is funny!? You think itâs funny to sneak up on people!?â
âSays you,â Jungwoo laughs, rolling on the kitchen floor while meekly fending off his roommateâs hands- he truly doesnât mind being tickled as much as some people do, âYouâre the one who just barged into our room-â
âThatâs not sneaking,â Jaehyun insists, pinning Jungwoo by the wrists- âIt was an accident.â He pulls away a moment later, standing and running a hand through his hair. âYou could have texted me that you had Duck over.â
âI forgot,â Jungwoo smiles, sitting up and ignoring the pain in his abdominal muscles from laughing so hard. âBesides, we werenât doing anything.â
Jaehyunâs eyes asses Jungwoo, and the tall blonde continues sitting on the floor, giving his roommate space to say whatever retort he finds fit.
Then Jaehyun simply sighs. âYeah, but if you had been-â
âThen I would have locked the door,â Jungwoo says with a roll of his eyes. âWho do you think I am? Haechan?â
In another room, someone yells âhey!â and Jungwoo screams âHaechan locks his doors 2022!â before returning his attention to Jaehyun. âDo you want to come join us?â he asks nonchalantly.Â
âWhat?â Jaehyun visibly tenses, and it only takes Jungwoo a second to realize why.
âNot for that, silly-â he reaches out to push Jaeâs leg. âI think weâre gonna watch some movies, she might stay over, if thatâs okay with you.â
âYeah, she can stay over-â the response is quick, âBut uh- I think Iâm going to go shoot some hoops or something.â
Jungwoo cocks his head, brows furrowing. âYou donât usually shoot hoops on Mondays.âÂ
âRight, cuz you know my schedule by heart,â Jaehyun scoffs.
âI do,â the younger man insists, beginning to list off his friendâs daily activities.
When he gets to âmid-day jack-off sesh-â Jaehyun tells him âthatâs enough, Iâm leavingâ and Jungwoo watches him go with a grin.Â
Pushing Jaehyunâs buttons is so easy- not that Jungwoo does it often, he just wishes his roommate would be honest about things. Even if he is going to shoot hoops- it definitely hadnât been in his schedule, and Jungwoo knows it.Â
He knows the point guard probably just doesnât want to be a third wheel.
Jungwoo only wishes his friend could see that, even with you around, their friendship neednât change.Â
Tuesday
When Jaehyun wakes up, it takes a moment or two for him to remember the events of the night before, and when he does, heâs quick to roll onto his side, eyes seeking out the bed where you and Jungwoo are bundled up like love bugs.
After returning from shooting hoops, Jaehyun had reluctantly joined you and Jungwoo for a few episodes of a Netflix food show.Â
Sat next to his best friend, it had almost felt normal to be watching âSomebody Feed Phil,â but every time youâd laughed, it had been a reminder that things were different.
This is the first time youâve slept over in his room, and Jaehyun finds himself thinking about you and Jungwooâs relationship - something heâd not been intending to consider - within the first moments of wakefulness.Â
It had been nice to have you around, and Jaehyun knows that if heâs not careful- he could create waves in the budding romance the two of you have.
He wants Jungwoo to be happy, he really does- but thereâs a jealousy biting at Jaehyunâs heart, and it prompts him to get out of bed quietly, intent on a shower to wash away the nasty feelings.Â
There are a few frat boys awake, and when Jaehyun reaches the large communal bathroom, he finds Haechan and Mark getting ready for their classes.Â
They talk about a variety of topics while Jaehyun washes his hair, from a group project to girls theyâre interested in, and when Jaehyun goes to dry off, he gets to listen to them fight about whether or not they need to shave.
âI have stubble, dude-â Mark is insisting, rubbing at his jaw while Haechan scoffs loudly.
âStubble my ass, Mark Lee,â Haechan says. âWhoâs it gonna bother anyways? Itâs not like youâre getting any.â
âI am!âÂ
âYou are?â Jaehyun asks, wrapping a towel around his waist.
âI-â Markâs ears have turned red.
Jaehyun canât believe that all around him, his friends are getting cuffed for the season.Â
He canât believe that they so easily jump into relationships or hookups-
As much as Jaehyun might have a reputation for being one of the sexiest dudes in the entire frat village - he is Mister Valentine after all - heâs a lot more relaxed than people give him credit for.Â
Or at least⊠he thinks of himself that way.Â
Heâs never been the type to think he needs a girlfriend- but then again, heâs never really had a true girlfriend, not one who really knew and accepted him.
He wonders if itâs even possible for him at this point, and seeing best friends like Mark and Jungwoo dabble in love brings up this voice in Jaehyunâs head that tells him âYouâll never find the one.âÂ
Mark and Haechan leave the bathroom, and Jaehyun tugs his clothes on before following them.Â
Two doors down from his own, Jaehyun begins to hear sounds, and his heart sinks in his chest, because if anyone can identify Jungwoo by his moans- itâs his roommate.Â
Stopping in front of his room, Jaehyun sighs, looking down at the doorknob.
âItâs locked, I tried,â comes Haechanâs voice, as he comes out of the room next door, backpack slung casually over his shoulder. âI wanted to open it and scream âJungwoo locks his doors 2022,â but⊠that would have just been facts.â
âDid you need something from your room?â Mark asks, following his friend towards Jaehyun and the stairwell.Â
âYeah, all my school shit,â Jaehyun sighs again.
âSucks to be you,â Haechan taunts.
It really does.
Thursday - jungwooâs pov
While Jaehyun has been acting a little strange- and to be fair, Jungwoo had apologized profusely about locking him out of the room to fuck you two days before- itâs a complete shock when the point guard doesnât show up to movie night.Â
Jungwoo had fucked up- Jaehyun had been forced to wait for his laptop, and had missed his first class, but⊠Jungwoo hadnât realized Jaehyun even liked his first morning class on Tuesdays soâŠ
He canât put his finger on whatâs upsetting his friend, and itâs been driving him up the wall.Â
Every time heâs asked, âare you mad at me?â or âare you jealous of me spending my time with Duck?â heâs been assured by Jaehyun that things are fine-
Too bad he knows Jaehyunâs a liar.Â
Jungwoo had thought that, if there was one certainty in their friendship outside of basketball, it was movie night. Even last week, when Jungwoo would have much rather been with you, heâd come to watch a film and be with his best friend-
This is the first time he or Jaehyun have missed a movie night in over a year, and Jungwoo canât help the way he sends his roommate a few texts-Â
Heâll admit, heâs probably annoying the dude with a double, triple- quadruple text, but he canât help himself.Â
And when his text goes unanswered for the twenty minutes leading up to the film, solidifying Jaehyunâs absence, Jungwoo decides to text someone he can count on.Â
You assure him that Jaehyunâs probably fine- you even walk Jungwoo through a number of reasons why his roommate might choose to skip a movie, and when youâve calmed him down, Jungwoo invites you to come join him and his frat friends for a film.
After all, how can he be expected to get through a whole movie without cuddles?Â
Friday
There arenât many games that conflict with frat parties, but tonight is one of those nights, and the stands are noticeably thinned out. While the frat generally comes to support the members on the team, when given the difficult decision between watching basketball and partying, many choose the latter.Â
But not you.Â
As soon as the team exits their changing room, a chorus of female screams erupt from the section that usually houses the frat, and Jaehyun finds you sitting there with a number of your friends, sporting their team colors.
Not only had you shown up, but youâd brought cheerleaders, and the thought makes Jaehyunâs whole body tingle with warmth.
Jungwoo claps a hand on Jaehyunâs back, flashing him a fond smile that says âThose are our fansâ and Jaehyun is more intent than ever to play the best game of his life.
The team kicks ass, with Jaehyun and Jungwoo working in sync in a way they havenât for a few weeks, and when the final buzzer goes and the crowd erupts to celebrate their win, Jaehyunâs reminded that youâre there for Jungwoo, not for him.
He watches Jungwoo kiss you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, announcing to the world âmy good luck charm ducky baby!â and if Jaehyun didnât love his roommate so much, heâd have barfed at the sickly sweetness of it all⊠Or maybe from the jealousy.
But heâd never admit that to himself.
Sunday
âSwish!â Jungwoo yells loudly as Jaehyun makes a shot from the three-point line. The joy that fills him to see his friend doing well isnât something he could ever fake, and when he takes the basketball to do a layup, Jaehyun releases his own sound of praise.
Jungwoo swears he could play ball with Jaehyun for a whole day and not get bored, although, distraction is another story.Â
Youâve been on his mind constantly, and Jungwoo hadnât been able to help himself this morning. Heâd told you the gymnasium he and Jaehyun would be at, and even now, he waits anxiously for your arrival.
Youâd promised to come by for a short visit, and Jungwoo is as happy as ever to facilitate more bonding time between you and his roommate. The two of you will have to be comfortable with each other for Jungwooâs life to continue to work smoothly- and thereâs a sneaking suspicion growing in his heart that tells him Jaeâs becoming jealous.
Sure, heâd joined you and Jungwoo for food documentaries, but this will be bonding on Jaehyunâs own turf- or court, if you will.
Jaeâs never as relaxed as he is on a basketball court, and Jungwooâs excited for you to experience this- to experience point guard Jaehyun without the added pressure of a game to win.
What Jungwoo isnât expecting, as you enter the gym, is to be so distracted that as he calls âDuck!â he himself gets hit in the head with a ball thrown by Jaehyun.Â
Having never been on the receiving end of a headshot- having never been distracted in this way- Jungwoo allows himself to fall to the ground in shock.
âDude!â Jaehyun exclaims, and before Jungwoo knows it, two people are looking down at him with concern.
The tall shooting guard canât help the smile that works its way onto his lips.Â
âMy people,â Jungwoo says wistfully, blinking up at you with a dopey expression.
âYou gotta pay attention,â Jaehyun admonishes him, offering a hand to pull his friend back onto his feet.Â
âMy attention was on duck- and less on ducking,â Jungwoo grins, rubbing at his cheek before turning his gaze fully to you. âYou came!â
He picks you up in a hug that spins you off the ground, and you giggle while holding onto his strong shoulders.Â
âOf course I came!â you smile when he sets you down, âbut I can only stay for a little while.â
âReally?â Jungwoo pouts, still not releasing you from his grip. âAre you sure you canât come back to the frat and watch movies?â
âIâve got a project to work on and Iâm meeting friends, remember?âÂ
âYeah.â The tall puppy boy had been praying your plans would fall through, but he supposes he has to let you give your attention to your friends and studies sometimes. Jungwoo turns his gaze to his roommate. âYou donât mind that sheâs stopping by for a bit, right?â
He knows thereâs nothing Jaehyun can do about it now, and Jaehyun puts on a good face for you. Itâs the most welcoming Jungwoo has seen his friend be to you- and it fills his heart with warmth while the three of you get settled on the court.
âHave you played around the world before?â Jaehyun asks, surprising Jungwoo in his initiative for choosing a non-combative game- or at least, a less intimidating choice than two on one. âItâs basically uh- taking turns making shots from different locations on the court.â
âYou guys are gonna beat me so bad,â you laugh, but you accept the challenge all the same.
Talking you through how to make a shot is something that Jungwooâs been dreaming about, and he enjoys standing behind you, hands settled on your waist to help be your guide.Â
âItâs all in the wrist too,â Jaehyun adds helpfully, another steady instructor for your attempts at making a hoop.Â
Itâs no shock that Jaehyun and Jungwoo beat you at the game- no shock that the real competition is between them, but what is surprising, is the way that - in having you there - both men are less competitive against each other.Â
Jungwoo can tell Jaehyun is holding back, even just a little, allowing Jungwoo to be the star, to be the one that dazzles you.Â
Before Jungwoo even knows it, heâs won the game and youâre announcing that you have to head out to see your friends and work on your project.Â
The man whoâs fallen for you over an insanely short period of time pulls you into a kiss that says âI never want to let you go.â
Watching you leave is hard, but Jungwoo manages, and after fifteen more minutes of one on one against Jae, the two basketball players hit the locker room.Â
âThanks for letting me win in Around The World,â Jungwoo says, stripping his shirt from his body.
âYeah,â Jaehyun kicks off his gym shoes, âyour girl was there.â
âYou donât have to be nice just because Duck was around.â
âYes, I do.â
âNo, you can be yourself,â Jungwoo insists, leaning his shoulder against the locker to focus on his friend. âYou get weird when Duck is around- and you missed frat movie night-â
âBeing a third wheel can be rough,â Jaehyun states, refusing to meet Jungwooâs eyes while he fishes his towel from his bag. âMakes me think I need my own girlfriend to even things out.â
âI donât like any of the girls you date.â Jungwooâs nose scrunches up in something like disgust as he goes through Jaehyunâs exes in his mind.Â
âWe canât all find a perfect girlfriend by throwing a basketball at her head you know.â
âI wasnât even the one who threw it at her,â Jungwoo reminds his friend. âI was the one that was there to make sure she got up- thatâs like⊠social skills, not basketball skills, which explains why you canât get a good date.â
Jaehyun scoffs.
âIâm serious,â Jungwoo laughs, âyouâre horrible at validating people, you have the emotional IQ of a porn-addicted teenager, you get way too tense anytime a good girl is around-â
âWatch it,â Jaehyun warns, but thereâs no attempt to counter any of Jungwooâs observations.Â
âYou get weird as soon as a girl is around,â Jungwoo continues anyways, following his best friend towards the showers. âIf youâd just be yourself- if youâd just⊠be like you are when itâs just us-â
âThen Iâd get a girlfriend?â Jaehyun finishes with a laugh.
âOr maybe just some friends who happen to be girls. Those are nice too, Jae,â Jungwoo sighs. âSeriously, come hang out with me and Duck and work on your social skills, youâll enjoy it once you get the stick out of your ass.â
âSince when am I the one of us with a stick up his ass?â Jaehyun retorts with a cheeky grin as he reaches to turn on his shower.
âSee!? This is the kind of Jae people like,â Jungwoo grins, pushing at his friend. âThe guy who makes bad jokes.â
âWasnât a joke- was a valid question,â Jaehyun joins in the laughter, slapping Jungwooâs hand away from his shoulder.
âCome to movie night with me and Duck tomorrow,â Jungwoo insists, unwilling to relent on the subject until Jaehyun agrees.
âIf I say yes, will you drop it and let me shower in peace?â
âYes.â
âFine,â Jaehyun sighs, âIâll do movie night with you and Duck tomorrow.âÂ
Monday
Jaehyunâs not sure what to expect for movie night.Â
He arrives back to the frat from classes before Jungwoo, and spends an hour or so just sitting in his room and going over possibilities.Â
The point guard is not expecting you and Jungwoo to arrive holding two boxes of pizza and a bag full of his favorite snacks.
Because of the shock of it all, Jaehyunâs reaction to it is less than impressive for Jungwoo, who tries to facilitate joy by dumping the bag of snacks onto his bed to announce âthis is your favorite chips, and this is a box of those chocolates you like-âÂ
Jaehyun finds it comical that Jungwoo feels the need to remind him of his own tastes, and when Jungwoo is done with his rant, Jaehyun takes a breath and thanks him properly.Â
âIt was Duckâs idea,â Jungwoo says, another shock to Jaehyunâs system.Â
âI know Jungwoo talked you into movie night,â you explain bashfully, âso I wanted to make sure you at least had some food you like-â
âHence, pizza!â
The cardboard box is flipped open excitedly, and the smell of pepperoni and greasy cheese perfumes the small room.Â
âWe should watch our food show,â Jaehyun states, eying the pizza while his mouth begins to practically water.
âSomebody Feed Phil it is,â Jungwoo responds happily, glossing over the fact that Jaehyun had referred to it as âour show.âÂ
But the diction isnât lost on Jaehyun, whoâs assessing his own words- the line that had slipped out of him and betrayed his blossoming sense of ownership over the show that makes all three of you laugh together.Â
He brushes it off.
Soon, youâre all seated on Jungwooâs bed, with him in the middle and his computer on his lap.Â
Itâs becoming easier and easier to get lost in the enjoyment of it, and one slice of pizza becomes two, becomes three-Â
Jaehyun can feel his muscles relaxing, can feel his body getting heavier and happier with each passing moment.
When Phil does something to make you giggle, Jaehyun finds himself laughing along with you- not because heâd found the interaction particularly funny per se- but because sharing joy with you and Jungwoo just feels right.Â
While Jaehyunâs aware that youâve hit ânext episodeâ a number of times, itâs not until you begin to yawn that he checks the time, and all three of you are surprised to find itâs nearly midnight.
âDid we really just watch a whole season of this?â Jungwoo asks, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hands before stretching his arms above his head and yawning loudly.
âWeâre gonna have to find a new show if we keep this up,â you muse from where youâre tucked against your boyfriendâs side.
On Jungwooâs left, Jaehyun meets your eyes, and the two of you only hold the contact for a few seconds before looking elsewhere. Jaehyun sits up, doing a stretch of his own. âThere are lots of shows to choose from,â he says, attempting to sound non chalant.
He canât betray the excitement he feels to know youâre considering another show to watch- a sign that you see this continuing-
He could really get used to this.Â
Thereâd been a time when Jaehyun had worried about mooching off of Jungwooâs romance, a time when he thought you and Jungwoo would prefer to be alone together, but with each interaction, he finds himself getting more comfortable being your third.
Heâd hate to be a third wheel to a bike- but itâs starting to look like you and Jungwoo might be tricycle people.Â
The thought surprises Jaehyun, and as the three of you get settled in separate beds, the point guard takes it upon himself to listen to your breathing- making sure heâs the last of you to drift off into dreamland.
Tuesday
You wake up in a bed thatâs starting to feel familiar, and the cock poking at your bum is definitely something youâre becoming accustomed to-
It makes you smile happily to yourself, but when you open your eyes, youâre sure to check on Jaehyun, whoâs still fast asleep, before turning in Jungwooâs arms to face him.Â
The large, beautiful man who youâve fallen in love with is as gorgeous as ever- even while dreaming, and he makes small sounds, betraying the dirty content of his subconscious.Â
You start by slowly brushing your fingers past his cheek, and when that doesnât wake him, you shuffle closer, leaning forward to ghost your lips by his neck-
Jungwoo practically jolts awake when you touch his sweet spot, and he releases a small groan, immediately wrapping you in his arms to pull you tightly to his chest.
âWoo,â you whisper, kissing the underside of his jaw.
âDucky,â he moans, tangling his legs with your own-
It would be so easy to reach between your bodies, slip your hand under the waistband of his joggers, and grab his cock-
But with each sound of pleasure released by your gentle giant, you worry about waking Jae.
âCome shower with me,â you whisper instead, running your fingers through Jungwooâs hair and massaging his scalp, something he adores you doing-
He releases a grunt, and then sighs, swallowing thickly; âShower.â
Pulling away from Jungwoo makes him whiney, but he allows you to drag him to his feet, checking on Jaehyun one last time before grabbing towels and exiting the room.
In the hallway, youâre able to talk more without fear of waking Jungwooâs roommate, and he immediately asks you, âwhat time is it?â
âEarly,â you respond. âBut I have class today, and I have to run home to grab things, so I thought we could have a shower now and I can see you tomorrow or something.â
âYes, shower now,â Jungwoo agrees, rubbing at his eyes and following you to the communal bathroom.Â
Youâre thankful that itâs early enough for the showers to be deserted, and the two of you tuck yourselves away in a stall, closing the curtain before helping each other strip.
Itâs a giggled mess of hands - you tugging on Jungwooâs pants while he wrestles with your shirt - but soon enough youâre both naked, lip-locked, and under the spray of warm water.
Youâre eager to have him inside of you, eager to fuck this basketball god before any of his friends wake up and barge into the bathroom, and your lover is just as eager to get at you.
Jungwoo lifts you up, forcing your legs around his waist while he sits you onto his cock, filling you perfectly while his mouth muffles your moans.
Even after fucking like rabbits since youâve met, youâre still not used to the size of his dick, and each drag against your inner walls has you clawing at his shoulders and kissing him like a woman whoâs gone mad with need.
âFuck, Duck,â he groans, fingers digging into your ass cheeks to hold you up while he fucks into you, âfeels so good-â
Your only response is a whimpered âplease-â and it prompts the sleepy man to fully snap out of his grogginess, releasing a growl of pleasure before fucking you harder-
In the back of your brain, thereâs a constant siren going off, a siren that tells you anyone could walk into the communal bathroom- anyone could pull the shower curtain aside-
The added fear that comes with exhibitionism has your stomach twisting into pleasure knots before your brain can keep up with it, and your pussy clenches around the intrusion thrusting in and out of your core-
âJungwoo-â you whine his name as you burry your face in his neck, teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss-
âFuck, please cum for me, come on Duck, cum-âÂ
Your toes curl, your legs wrapping tightly around Jungwooâs body, and the chord in the pit of your stomach snaps, allowing a release of euphoria that has you clinging to Jungwoo like a lifeline-
Jungwoo moans loudly in your ear, one of the prettiest sounds youâve ever heard, and you can feel him filling you with his cum, his hips shuddering with each slap of skin on skin-
âFuck, fuck, fuck-â he whimpers, squeezing you in his embrace, his lips eagerly seeking out your own.Â
As you both come down from your highs, Jungwooâs thrusts come to a stop, and he simply holds you under the water spray while you catch your breaths.
When your thoughts come back as cohesive sentences, you ask him to set you down, and he helps you steady yourself on wobbly legs.Â
âThanks for coming over last night- and thanks for cumming today,â Jungwoo whispers breathlessly- a joke that causes you both to erupt in a fit of giggles.
The shooting guard holds you close to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you shrug the whole thing off with a âdonât mention it.â
âI think Jae really liked having you over too,â he continues anyways, unrelenting once he goes down a thought spiral. âHavenât seen him laugh like that in a while.â
âPhil is a funny guy,â you nod.
Jungwoo chuckles. âWasnât always Phil making Jae laugh,â he tells you. âI sort of think Jae likes you.â
âThatâs good isnât it?â you ask. âItâs important for your friends to like me.â
âYeah but I mean-â Jungwoo swallows, looking down at you with a lopsided grin, âI think he sort of like likes you.âÂ
You find yourself laughing at his choice of words, poking at his stomach while musing, âare we in kindergarten?â
Jungwoo wraps his arms around you even tighter. âSeriously- just think about it with me for a second,â he urges you. âI feel like⊠as much as none of us admit it, lots of us frat guys- we rely on each other for emotional stuff you know? So when I met you, and started prioritizing us, itâs kind of like I cheated on Jae, in some weird way.â
You consider his words, looking up at him and watching the way his pretty lips move when he speaks.Â
âJae and I werenât always super close,â he continues. âWe worked on our friendship, and it took a lot for him to open up and be weird with me- having Jae close himself off when you and I met was kind of hard, you know?â
âSounds like maybe you have a bit of a crush on Jae, Woo,â you tease, curious for his reaction.
Jungwoo simply chuckles, pressing a kiss to your lips before saying, âMaybe I do. How do you feel about that?â
âI feel likeâŠâ you choose your words carefully, âwhat you said about the emotional connection of frat boy roommates and basketball teammates makes a lot of sense. I also feel like⊠Iâve really enjoyed our time together, and I guess Iâm open to watching you grow and be happy.â
âIâm happy with you,â he states, kissing the tip of your nose lovingly.
âIâm happy with you too,â you respond with a smile.
âThis is a lot to think about,â Jungwoo sighs, reaching behind you to turn the shower off, âand you have class soon, so maybe we should just think about this later.â
âLater works,â you agree.
âThereâs a game on Thursday,â the tall basketball player notes, grabbing your towels so you can dry off, âwhen we win, we can celebrate and figure stuff out.â
You laugh, wrapping your towel around your body. âI love how confident you are that youâre going to win.â
Jungwoo scoffs. âWith our cute little, observant, Ducky good luck charm, how could Jae and I lose?âÂ
Thursday
Jaehyun can tell something is different with you and Jungwoo, and the way the two of you react when the team wins their basketball game is confirmation that something has changed. After you kiss Jungwoo to celebrate, Jaehyun finds himself being pulled into a three-way embrace, with Jungwoo as the main instigator.
Then, on the walk to the bar after the team had showered and changed into street clothes, oddly enough itâs you who walks between the two basketball players; Jungwoo no longer the center.
Itâs as easy as ever to discuss the game in your little trio, all three of you talking excitedly about the three-pointers theyâd shot, and the completed layups-Â
âI think it was your best game of the season,â you muse, offering Jaehyun a happy smile before you beam at your boyfriend, who throws an arm over your shoulders and tugs you close to his side.
âWhat did I tell ya?â Jungwoo grins. âThe good luck, Duck charm strikes again.â
Thereâs some truth to the shooting guardâs words- Jaehyun would be lying if he said knowing youâre in the crowd doesnât make him play better- play harder- play to impress-Â
Your group reaches the bar, and Jaehyun finds himself ordering drinks for the three of you, shoulder to shoulder with Johnny, who lists off beverages for their other friends.
âYou played well,â the tall man from Chicago says, clapping Jaehyun on the back.Â
âOur good luck charm was there,â Jaehyun says before he can help himself.
âWho?â at first Johnny is confused, his eyes shifting past Jaehyunâs shoulder- âoh, right- thatâs what Wooâs calling his girlfriend these days. You canât give any credit to Duck though, you guys just played well.â
For some reason, the comment makes the point guardâs skin tingle with heat- with anger, and his fist clenches at his side. âWere you at our last game?â
âUh, no? There was the frat party-â
âI know,â Jaehyun cuts Johnny off. âYou werenât there, Duck was. And she brought a bunch of friends to cheer us on, knowing our usual frat section would be nearly empty. Even coach mentioned how it was a boost of morale versus other home games where our friends choose partying over basketball.âÂ
Johnny is quiet in the noise of the bar, dark eyes assessing Jaehyun. âYou really like Duck, huh?â
Jaehyun groans, but even as he turns his attention to the three drinks recently placed in front of him, itâs clear as day that he prefers you and Jungwoo to all his other friends in the bar.Â
Without another word, Jaehyun picks up the beverages, leaving Johnny in favor of joining you and Jungwoo at the frat table where Haechan and Doyoung are having a lively debate-
Claiming the free space next to you, Jaehyun once again sandwiches you between him and Jungwoo, placing your drinks on the table.
âWhat are those?â Haechan asks, stopping his rant to blink at the cups of beer.
âOur drinks?â Jaehyun offers.
Haechan rolls his eyes. âBut where are ours?âÂ
âJohnnyâs still getting them,â Jaehyun sighs, already tiring of Haechanâs antics.
âWhat in the preferential treatment-âÂ
âYou can have mine,â you offer, shocking all the men watching as you push your beer forward, âI can share with Woo-â
Three hands go to grab the beer, with Jungwoo and Jaehyun trying to take the drink back while Haechan attempts to lift it to his lips-
âYou canât drink her beer-â Jaehyun states while Jungwoo simply hits Haechan with an âaish, you idiot-â
âShe gave it to me!â Haechan insists, getting rougher with his tugging-
âStop it, you gremlin,â Johnnyâs smooth powerful voice cuts up the tension as he arrives carrying a tray for the rest of the friends. âLeave these three alone,â he instructs, holding out a beer to Haechan, âhereâs your drink.â
Haechan makes a big deal of scoffing and letting go of your glass, and he watches the three of you over the rim of his drink while he takes a massive gulp. âPreferential treatment,â he seethes under his breath.
Jaehyun sighs.Â
It would appear that heâs not the only one with some jealousy problems.
Only, Jaehyunâs jealousy has definitely gone down in the past few days- now he feels more⊠protective of the little trio you have going.
Thereâs never been a time where Jaehyunâs been at the bar wishing he was at home in his room instead, except- tonight, heâd much rather be watching a show with you and Jungwoo.
His win on the basketball court is practically forgotten- thereâs no need to celebrate it- and if there is, the celebration would be much better with just the three of you and some takeout-
âThank you for the beer,â you tell Jaehyun when Haechanâs calmed down a little, nudging your shoulder against his own and offering a smile that has the point guardâs heart lurching in his chest.
He has to clear his throat to tell you âdonât mention it,â and while he tries to be nonchalant, he can feel his ears heating from the small thank you.
âWhat are you guys saying?â Jungwoo leans closer, throwing his arm around you to huddle you tighter to Jaeâs side.Â
âI just thanked him for the beer,â you explain.
âItâs too loud in here,â Jungwoo groans. âWanna finish our drinks and head back to the frat?â
Itâs a shock how in tune Jaehyun and Jungwoo are at times- and Jaehyun is flabbergasted that theyâd both have the same urge to escape the very environment they so often thrive in after a game.
âSounds good to me,â you respond, and then the two of you are looking at the point guard.
âYou coming too, Jae?â Jungwoo asks.
He nods and then downs his drink.
Thursday
Youâre not sure what to expect as you follow Jaehyun and Jungwoo into their frat house.Â
You know itâs going to be mostly deserted, as almost all of NCT house goes to the bar to celebrate after a basketball win, and the implications of that arenât lost on you.
What Jungwoo had said in the shower two days ago has been on your mind constantly, and your heart races at the notion of having alone time with your boyfriend and Jaehyun.Â
Before your mind can go too deep down the sexual rabbit hole however, youâre faced with something unexpected: there are people in the kitchen.
You, Jaehyun and Jungwoo freeze, as do the two men, who seem to be in the middle of baking cookies- although, thereâs flour in Markâs hair, and a smear of something on the cheek of the other man-
âYou guys are home!â Mark says, as still as a statue with his whisk in hand-
âNo, you guys are home-â Jungwoo retorts in shock- âdid you two sneak away from the bar?â
âDid you three sneak away from the bar?â now the white-haired man is echoing, with a sly grin on his face. He relaxes back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and eying you.Â
âUh-â Mark looks like a dear in headlights, gaze flickering between you and his friend- âDuck, this is Yuta-â
âHi Ducky,â Yuta holds up a hand, waving his fingers at you.
âHi,â you offer meekly, grabbing onto Jungwooâs arm to tuck closer to him-
âWeâre uh-â Jungwoo swallows thickly, âweâre going to go watch some shows-â
âAnd weâre just baking some cookies,â Mark says pointedly, âjust⊠baking some cookies.â
Thereâs a moment of tense silence, then Jungwoo clears his throat again. âItâs uh, some nice music you have on- you should maybe⊠turn it up?â
âWhat?â Markâs jaw drops a little, and he looks between you, Jungwoo and Jaehyun.
âWe can turn it up,â Yuta says, reaching for his phone. The rap music gets louder, and Yuta checks with Jungwoo âis this a good volume?â
âPerfect,â Jungwoo nods.Â
Thereâs another moment where no one speaks, and then Jaehyun says, âenjoy your baking.â He takes your hand, and begins to drag you and Jungwoo towards the stairs. Â
As you head up to the second level, Jungwoo starts giggling.
âWhat?â you ask, tugging on his arm.
âItâs just funny-â Jungwoo grins, âMark and Yuta-â
âMark did say he was getting laid the other day,â Jaehyun adds. âI thought he might be talking about that girl in his psych class, but I guess not.â
âGood for them though,â you say. âI think I saw them together the first time I came over for a frat party- they were standing really close to each other-â
What Jungwoo had said about âfrat guys [relying] on each other for emotional stuffâ rings clear through your head again, and it warms your heart to know your little trio isnât the only âunconventionalâ pairing in the frathouse.
When you reach their room, Jungwoo locks the door, and Jaehyun moves to grab the laptop.
âJae- what are you doing?â Jungwoo asks, leaning back against the door with a grin.
âGetting the laptop so we can watch our show?â Jaehyun suggests.
You and Jungwoo exchange glances, and your heart melts again at the innocence of Jaehyun-
Jungwoo had been a little flirty on your walk back to the frat, but obviously his friend hadnât picked up on any of it.Â
Itâs clear to you that youâre going to have to be direct and upfront with Jaehyun-
You adore how unassuming he is.
Jungwoo had straight up told Mark and Yuta to make their music louder- which to you, would be an obvious indicator towards the three of you intending to loudly fuck each other- but Jae seems oblivious to it-
âWe didnât come back here to watch a show,â Jungwoo states.
There it is.
âHuh?â Jaehyun puts the laptop back down, turning to face you both with a confused expression.
âI said,â Jungwoo pulls you to his chest, locking you in an embrace, âwe didnât come back here to watch a show. But I mean- if you want to watch a show, I guess we can watch a show-â
Thereâs a moment of quiet, rap music thumps loudly from downstairs, and you find your skin heating with anxiety. You turn to cling to your boyfriend, burying your face against his chest, âyou have to be straight with him.â
âIâm never straight with him,â Jungwoo teases, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but a moment later his attention is back on his friend. âLook, Ducky and I like you Jae- I didnât realize how much I liked you until this one started making you jealous,â he squeezes you fondly. âWe talked about it, and we both agreed it would be nice to let you join- if you wanted to. But if you just wanna sit and watch our show- thatâs fine too.â
You hug Jungwoo tightly, unable to face Jae-Â
You wait with your breath held for him to respond.
âYou both agreed?â Jaehyun says finally.
âUh huh, Ducky is being shy,â Jungwoo looks down at you, âbut she wants this, donât you, Ducky?âÂ
You nod.
âDonât just nod,â Jungwoo laughs, turning you around in his embrace to face his roommate, âtell Jae you want him too.â
âHe hasnât said he wants me, yet,â you point out, frowning a little-
âOf course he wants you, look at him,â Jungwooâs hands find your hips, and the two of you assess Jaehyun together. âTell him you want him, and I bet heâll snap.âÂ
You swallow thickly, mustering up the courage to be honest.Â
Itâs a shock how okay with this Jungwoo is- as much as youâd discussed Jaehyun joining your bedroom activities, part of you had thought maybe - when faced with the situation - Jungwoo might change his mind.
If anything, Jungwooâs all in, and you can feel his cock stiffening by your bum-
He must really enjoy this- the push-pull, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife-
âJae-â you say, your voice cracking-
You neednât say more, because in two steps, Jaehyunâs in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to your own.Â
You canât help the way your body melts into the kiss, your own hands reaching for the front of Jaehyunâs shirt to pull him closer-
With a small groan, Jaehyun concedes, pinning you between him and Jungwoo while his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, begging for entrance-
Your body responds without a second thought, your mouth opening to allow Jaehyunâs tongue to glide past your own, earning mirrored sounds of pleasure from you both-
Behind you, Jungwoo presses even tighter to your ass, rutting against you while his hand slips down the front of your torso, toying with the button of your jeans-
When Jungwooâs lips press to your neck, you shiver, releasing a whimpered sound that has both men grinning against you.
âFeels good?â Jaehyun asks, breaking the kiss to pinch your chin.
You force your eyes open to look at him, managing a small nod while you reach behind you in an attempt to pull Jungwoo even closer-
âYou and your little nods,â Jaehyun chuckles, eyes twinkling with adoration while his thumb brushes by your cheekbone.Â
âSheâs gonna speak up for us,â Jungwoo promises at your rear, âisnât that right, Ducky?â
You nod, biting at your lip before saying âuh huh-âÂ
Youâre eager to be kissing Jaehyun again, and itâs torture having him so close but still so far-
âNeedy ducky,â Jaehyun coos, thumb brushing across your lip-
He leans in to kiss you, allowing you to be distracted again while the two men continue to explore you with their hands.Â
Jungwooâs gotten your top button undone, and heâs wrestling with your zipper now. Meanwhile, Jaehyunâs spare hand braces your rib cage, fingers toying with the underwire of your bra, concealed by your shirt.
The two men work so well together- itâs shocking how in sync they can be, both of them pulling away from you at the same time to remove your shirt and pants-
âBed,â Jungwoo says as he nearly trips you while tugging your jeans away from your feet-
âMine or yours?â comes Jaehyunâs response.
âDoesnât matter.â
It really doesnât- and you find yourself being tossed onto Jungwooâs bed a moment later.Â
You scramble a little, feeling exposed in your bra and panties while the two basketball players look down at your form.Â
âIsnât she pretty?â Jungwoo grins, reaching out to toy his fingers up your shin.
âGorgeous,â Jaehyun agrees, swallowing thickly. âHow are we going to do this?â
âI donât know,â your boyfriend cocks his head to the side. âWhat are you feeling, Ducky?â
Part of you had been expecting to just lay back and take what they give you- youâd been ready to accept practically anything- but now that youâre being put on the spot, now that your wants are being recognized specifically-Â
Thereâs a voice in your mind telling you to go all the way- to try being stuffed by both in the most intimate way possible- but as someone without much experience in threesomes, you think maybe itâs a good idea to start with something less intrusive.
Licking your lips, you realize; âI want to suck off Jae while you fuck me.âÂ
Both men let out small groans of satisfaction, and Jungwoo whispers the phrase âspit roasingâ before ripping off his shirt and prompting you to âget on your hands and knees please, Ducky baby.â
âShould I-â Jaehyun takes a step forward, âshould I get on the bed?â
âUp to you- you could stand, or you could kneel on the bed, I donât think it really matters,â Jungwoo responds. âWhat do you think, Duck?â
âOn the bed,â you suggest, shifting on your knees so youâre facing the head of Jungwooâs mattress. You pat the spot in front of you, offering Jaehyun a smile of reassurance.Â
The bed dips as Jungwoo gets onto the foot of it, and then his large hands are cupping your hips, pulling you back and up, into a doggy-like position that gives him easy access to your core.
Your boyfriend begins to massage your ass, and you would bet heâs watching Jaehyun as he gets settled on his knees in front of you.
You both go for his belt a the same time, and you feel your skin heat with embarrassment-
âJae,â Jungwooâs smooth voice sounds from your rear, âDucky does best when you tell her what to do. Praise her a little.â
Jaehyun looks down at you with as serious an expression as ever, but then he visibly softens. âDo you wanna undo my belt?â he asks.
You nod eagerly, hand flying up to start the task-
âDucky, I told you to speak up too, didnât I?â Jungwoo questions, kneading your ass gently with his large, warm hands.
âNo nodding,â Jaehyun agrees, âyou did mention that.â
âSorry,â you breathe, unbuttoning Jaehyunâs pants.
âItâs okay,â Jungwoo presses a kiss to your bum, and you can feel his breath fan over your pussy even through the panties that he gingerly pulls to the side-Â
He licks a stripe of your core, pressing his tongue between your folds-
Then his thumb finds your clit, and you release a moan, faltering with Jaehyunâs zipper-
âShe likes that,â Jaehyun breathes above you. âDonât you Duck?â
âYes Jae,â you force out, hooking your fingers in his jeans to begin to tug them down, âhe always feels so good-â
âI bet he does,â the point guard swallows thickly, reaching down to capture your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. âYou two are a great couple.â
You blink at him.
Out of all the praise he could have given you- and heâd chosen to draw attention to both you and Jungwoo, who releases a groan of satisfaction, smiling against your pussy-
âThank you, Jae,â you respond, remembering to be vocal.
He grins down at you, pinching your chin in an affectionate way before retracting his hand. âDo you guys have a system for when your mouth is full?â he asks next.Â
Jungwoo chuckles against you- heâs not the type for âsystemsâ when it comes to sex. He doesnât even bother to get into it, pushing his tongue into your pussy, lapping at your walls while his thumb rubs your clit in gentle circles.
âWe could-â your breath catches when Jungwoo presses harder on your sensitive bud, âone tap for yes, two for no and stop?â
âThat works,â Jaehyun nods. âAre you both sure you want to do this?â
âJae-â Jungwoo sighs loudly from behind you, snickering, âshe told you she wants you in her mouth- stop talking and just do it.âÂ
You find yourself smiling at your boyfriendâs antics, and Jaehyun obviously takes your smile as confirmation to follow through, so he shifts his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free.
For a millisecond- youâre taken aback by how pretty Jaehyunâs dick is.
It shouldnât be a surprise- after all, the rest of him is utterly gorgeous.
Heâs not as big as Jungwoo, who probably is the owner of the biggest cock youâve ever had inside of you, but he has a pretty curvature to him-
Wrapping your hand around the base of his dick, you guide Jaehyun to your mouth, caressing him with your tongue.
The beautiful man releases a groan that goes straight to your core- which, coincidently, Jungwoo pulls away from.
You whine around Jaehyun, and his hips shudder, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.
Behind you, Jungwooâs hooked his fingers in your panties again, and heâs tugging them down your thighs, allowing them to catch at your knees.
You know whatâs coming, and you push your ass back towards your lover, giving it a small wiggle of invitation.
âPretty baby,â Jungwoo coos, one hand massaging your ass, spreading you open for him-
Jaehyun pulls out of your mouth suddenly, and at the same time, Jungwoo drags you back, impaling you on his cock and filling you deliciously, your walls stretching to accommodate his massive length-
A strangled moan slips out of you, a string of saliva keeping you connected to the cock thatâs pushed between your lips again, nearly making you choke as you struggle to breathe in through your nose.
Youâre truly being spit-roasted.
There are two dicks inside of you- two men on either end of your body, one in your pussy, one in your mouth- and it feels glorious.
You hardly know where to focus, and when Jungwoo says âthatâs our good duckyâ your entire body practically sings with energy and delight.
âSo good,â Jaehyun agrees with a grunt, finding a pace to match Jungwooâs that allows him to push into you every time Jungwoo moves to pull away-
âDuckâs gonna cum,â Jungwoo announces, fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you harder.
âDo you make her-â the point guard is cut off by a groan, âdo you make her ask permission?â
âOf course not,â Jungwoo laughs, âwe just make her cum.â
Your boyfriend reaches a hand around your body, fingers finding your clit, and you moan loudly around Jaehyun, who pulls out of your mouth-
You take in a strangled breath, begging âplease-â as Jungwoo works you over the edge, fucking into you and rubbing at your clit while you whimper and moan, forehead pressed against Jaehyunâs thigh-
In your periphery, you can see the point guard has his hand wrapped around his cock, and heâs pumping himself to the sounds of you cumming, giving you free rein to fill the room with your pretty moans-
âShe sounds so good-â Jaehyun groans, prompting you to eagerly go for his cock again-
You need something to suck on, something to pacify you instead of allowing Jungwoo to throw you into overstimulation-
As you come down from your orgasm, Jungwoo relents on your clit. Instead, he goes for the back of your bra, where he undoes the clasp and allows it to fall free.
Then his large hands are cupping your breasts, kneading you affectionately while he leans over your back, gasping against your shoulder-
He must be close too.
In fact, youâre a little shocked your orgasm hadnât prompted his own-
Jungwoo is king of âwhen you cum, I cumâ so you think he must be holding out today, must be trying really hard to prolong this whole thing, to make it count.
âFuck- I think Iâm close too-â Jaehyun admits above you, and you swear Jungwoo makes a sound of relief.Â
âMe too,â he echos, straightening again, hands finding your hips to anchor you to his thrusts.Â
âBut I donât want to-â Jaehyun groans, swallowing thickly, âdonât want to cum unless she cums again.â
âWe can make that happen,â Jungwoo promises. âIf I rub her clit again, and you go a little harder-â
The man with his dick in your mouth laughs. âGo harder?âÂ
âUh huh,â Jungwoo grunts, reaching around your body for your clit. âIf you deep-throat her- sheâll cum really hard.â
âShe likes choking?â Jaehyun asks- you can tell heâs been trying to be sensitive with you, not pushing too deep into your mouth for fear of hurting you- but now he has the go-ahead, and when he thrusts into you, hitting the back of your throat, your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.
âFuck- she squeezes so tight when you do that-â Jungwoo pants, rubbing your clit vigorously-
âYeah?â Jaehyun breathes. âWhat a good fucking Ducky-âÂ
âSo good-â Jungwoo agrees. âCome on duck, cum for us- you know you want to. Be good and cum, it will feel so nice, I promise-âÂ
The way your boyfriend is babbling betrays how close he is to cumming, and as Jae repeatedly thrusts into your throat, you find yourself teetering on the edge again.
âThatâs it-â Jungwoo groans, âlet go for us Duck, come on, please-â
Your core tightens around Jungwoo for the second time, orgasm slamming into you like nothing youâve ever experienced-
âFuck, fuck- where should I cum-â Jaehyun asks, hips shuddering-
âHer mouth-â Jungwoo responds, pushing fully into you before he releases his own load, painting your inner walls while he groans in ecstasy-
Jaehyun cums a moment later, driving his cock as deep down your throat as he can-Â
Itâs almost too much, being completely filled by them both in this way, and you have to focus hard on breathing through your nose while your pussy thrums with pleasure, body electrified from your orgasm.
Then Jaehyunâs pulling out of your mouth, and you can finally take a deep gasp of air, sputtering and moaning and whimpering, nearly collapsing face first into the bed while Jungwoo continues to shallowly rut into your core, riding out his orgasm to completion.
âHoly fuck-â Jaehyun groans, earning exhausted chuckles from both you and your lover, who finally comes to a stop at your rear.
âYou can say that again,â Jungwoo laughs, both his hands smoothing across your bum and lower back. âStay still Ducky, Iâm going to grab something to clean you up.â
âI can grab it,â the point guard in front of you pulls up his pants and gets off the bed easier than you or your boyfriend could, and he grabs some tissues from the nightstand next to his bed.
âNo, get the wet wipes,â Jungwoo insists, pointing at his backpack, âoutside pocket.â
âHaechan always made fun of you for being a neat freak and having these-â Jaehyun says with a laugh, leaning down to get the wipes. âBut I guess the joke was on him.â
âClean sex is safe sex,â Jungwoo grins behind you, accepting the wetwipes thrown his way. âUsually Ducky likes shower sex actually- it makes clean up easier.â
âShe does, does she?â Jaehyun kneels next to the bed, getting eye level with you. He reaches out and pushes some of the hair out of your face. âYou okay?â
You nod. âYes, Jae.â
Jungwoo wipes the cum starting to dribble out of your core, and you hear him swallow thickly. âYou know⊠maybe we should go to the shower.â
âDid you make that much of a mess?â Jaehyun laughs.
âYes.â
The two men exchange a glance.
Youâd thought Jungwooâs sex drive alone was high-Â
Youâre starting to realize, with both of them together, with two basketball-playing frat boy roommates to feed off of each otherâs energies- well, put simply; youâre in for a lot; and you couldnât be happier about it.
âShower later,â you find yourself saying, pulling away from Jungwoo now that heâs done cleaning you up. You roll onto your back, stretching your arms above your head- âI just want some cuddles, and to watch our show.â
âWere you thinking of feeding Phil while we were fucking you?â Jungwoo teases, pushing at your leg and laughing.
You hardly think you need to respond, because itâs a ridiculous question. But when you look at Jaehyun, you see that he needs an answer, so you assure both men âI had no thoughts but wow this is nice.â
âIt is nice,â Jungwoo agrees, collapsing onto the bed next to you and curling his body against your back, effectively turning you into his small spoon. âCome on Jae,â he says next, patting the space in front of you, âcome be the tiniest spoon.â
Part of you is shocked at how willingly Jaehyun submits to the request, grabbing the laptop before settling in front of you.Â
You tug the point guard back by his hip, sandwiching yourself between the two warm bodies while Jaehyun gets the show started, setting it on the bedside table where you can all see.
âAre you both sure this is okay?â he asks, fingers hovering over the start button.
âJae,â Jungwoo groans behind you, reaching over your body to pull Jaehyun even tighter to you, âquit worrying so much.â
Jungwoo has more than enough easy confidence for all three of you.
Youâre glad to be sharing Jungwoo with Jaehyun, who obviously needed his roommate back, and as the three of you settle in to watching your show, you allow yourself to be enveloped in peace and ease.
How could you ask for anything else?
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Dressed in black - non regulation - shorts, and his red jersey, snapback atop his head- Jaehyun is one of the prettiest guys on the whole university basketball team. Most girls would be intimidated to be up against him on the court- only, you have another one of the most attractive varsity athletes behind you too-
Jungwooâs hands snake around your waist, and he easily lifts you while sidestepping, putting his large form between you and Jaehyun so you can access the basketball net-Â
âYou guys are cheaters,â Jaehyun says with a sigh. Heâs lost count of the score by now-
âCheaters!â Jungwoo gasps in shock, capturing you in his arms and pinning you back to his chest- he turns you to face his roommate. âUs? Cheat on you? How could you say such a thing, Jae?â
The basketball player rolls his eyes at his roommateâs antics- âletâs switch teams.â
âYou know what? Good idea.â Jungwoo releases you shockingly fast- turning you so he can eye you with a smile. âDuck, it can be you versus me and Jae- first one to the locker room wins.â
âYouâre insatiable,â you tell him, returning his grin as he pulls you in for one last shockingly chaste kiss- before you dart away, eager to be first to the lockers.
Heâs done this a few times now; taken you to âplay some basketballâ only to quickly bore of it and move you to the privacy of the lockers instead-Â
Your boyfriends know the court schedule like the backs of their hands- and they know that no one is going to be around for 45 minutes or so- when the janitor will hit this as the final gym to lock up before closing.
You enjoy the controlled exhibitionism of it all- technically, anyone could walk in.
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âł Prologue: âMy godâ Haechan, stop kissing me like you actually mean it. Iâm starting to read the signals wrong.â + âIâm going to be blunt with you. I donât want to be friends who fool around each other anymore. Kiss me back like youâre in love with me.â
âł Summary: It all goes wrong at a Christmas party. Youâre dancing with Johnny and Doyoung, your friends with benefits Haechan gets jealous and starts making out with you in someoneâs bedroom.
âł Warnings: FWBS established relationship, but it leads to a real relationship after. Romance. Slight angst. Kinda fluffy. SUGGESTIVE though at the end. Christmas party mention. Jealous!hyuck. Fem reader.
âł Notes: KINKMAS. Iâm in love with bare face haechan.
Haechan isnât that easily jealous. Actually thatâs a lie, he does get jealous easily but he wouldnât ever admit to it. Surely everyone would get jealous when you see your friend dancing with two of your other friends, but with that friend youâre fucking behind the close doors and no one knows.
Anyone would be jealous if they were in his place. Seeing you grind against Johnnyâs stomach and lightly caressing Doyoungâs arms on the side. His eyes squint like a deadly gun pointing its trigger at the sight in front of him not so afar.
He clench his jaw looking away when Yangyang comes along tapping his shoulder.
âHey man whatâs got you in a pissy mood?â Yangyang mentions as he gulps down a shot. Haechan shakes his head murmuring loosely, but his eyes were only paying ATTENTION to you. No one else. He didnât spare to look at Yangyang once. Youâre all his body, mind and soul knows. He needs you around him. How he wishes he was in Doyoung and Johnnyâs space. He needs your attention and time.
Yangyang letâs out a wow when he realised who his friend was eyeing so dangerously. âAhhh someoneâs jealous. You into Y/n?â He throws.
The tan boy looks up giving him a sting eye. âWhy?â He suspiciously asks and the Chinese boy smirks, the alcohol was definitely getting to him. He wonders how many shots he had. âIâm just asking bro. Sheâs hot as hell. I suggest if you wanna get a piece of her do it now. Or else these two will get to her first.â Yangyang trots.
Haechan rolls his eyes. âYang Iâve already had a piece of her. Iâve had many pieces of her. But Iâm starting to get greedy. I want more.â He agonised.
âNo way you hit it?â Yangyang exclaims in wonders thoughts, though heâs afraid if he should ask the boy considering how jealous he is right now. âHow was it?â He smugly nudges Haechanâs shoulder.
He stands up patting Yangyangâs shoulder before walking in front. âYou donât gotta know bro, relax.â Haechan tells to the boy behind as he leaves. Soon reaching in her perimeter he snuck his hand around your waist dragging you around to face him. The glowing lights above darkens your faces but even so, you could tell who this was just by the singular touch he plants on your body. It was Haechan. Your lips open but nothing came out, Johnny and Doyoung were distracted so he took his chance moving you out of the dance floor. A cold wall slaps your shoulders when you were impactful thrown against it, your arms stuck above impaled by another stronghold as he held it there. Mouth roughly kissing yours not leaving any place that hasnât been abused him his greedy lips. He was kissing you with so much passion, it starts to throw you off.
You and Haechan kissed many times. In fact you kissed in so many ways, you werenât sure why this kiss has thrown you off the bridge. Your mind kept on analysing how different this kiss to the ones youâve done in the past with him. This kiss, felt loving, felt far too emotional. He wasnât using lust with you. He wasnât looking for a fuck at first. He was searching for feelings deep inside you.
No words were spoken between you guys, you couldnât speak even if you wanted to because this man in front of you has you under his mercy. Though eventually you broke the kiss, leaving your chest heavily moving up and down. Haechan softy pants as he looks down at you, leaning forward keeping the distance close, far too close. Your trembling and swollen red lips, âMy godâ Haechan, stop kissing me like you actually mean it. Iâm starting to read the signals wrong.â You tell him shakily. You said what you needed to, but even then your brain was overthinking the situation. The actions. You were suspicious of Haechan.
Something in his eyes changes the way he looks at you how, they werenât longer the eyes you once knew but the eyes you have changed. Youâre the catalyst. Haechan had many friends with benefits before, heâs not new at this. Neither are you. But somehow he fell for you, he fell first, he fell harder than anyone ever could. Heâs scared to admit it but after seeing you with two of his friends grinding on your bodies like it was nothing he realised he would rather be first to mess up than to actually lose you because heâs unable to express himself. You arenât sure why he was so quiet until his rasp out voice with genuine emotion hits your heart.
âIâm going to be blunt with you. I donât want to be friends who fool around each other anymore. Kiss me back like youâre in love with me.â
He demands as he tightened his hold on your wrist, biting down the bottom lips he eels closer to you closing the gap. Your eyes widen and somehow you felt the urge to do so. You lean closer closing the gap and this time your lips moving in synch, brews a loving potion for him. Haechan moans in the kiss loving the way you hit the sweetest spot on him, you nibble on his bottom lip and somehow his hands loosen on the grip letting your wrist free; you suddenly deepens the kiss by wielding your hands on his jawline, pushing him back against a wall and hungrily making out with your friend whoâs deeply in love with you. Begging for more.
Your warmth combined irks your skin to grow a scorching red and as more the mouths create waves in synch. Hands manoeuvre underneath your thighs, with strength riding through them you felt your entire weight lift against the wall, wrapping your ankles round his waistline pushing him into your fabric cover core, slips out a cherishing moan to his ears. He sloppy sucks on your bottom lip, pulling away where his breathing hits your neck, kissing down the sidelines reaching the collarbones he sucks on there leaving purple and reddish hues on your perfectly even skin. You sigh out of relief. Rushing fingertips through his beautiful thick black locks of curls, waving them in massaging motions. You grip on it, pulling it with a tug, in response you hear Haechan mush over with excitement ridging in his body as he lets out a groaning smile ear to ear.
âFuck. Do that again.â He urges you desperately, unbuttoning your shirt sliding it off your shoulders so lightly. You pull on his hair rougher this time so he can lean backwards to look at your daring eyes.
You murmur lowly, âHaechan. What are we?â You couldnât help but wonder where you stand with him. Is it something more? Does he want something more or was it a moment of realisation he was wrong? You couldnât help but wish for something more too, a little more than friends that use each otherâs bodies for pleasuring satisfaction.
He leans closer pecking your forehead. He pulls apart after planting a soft kiss, whispering in your hair. âI want to be with you. Not as friends. But lovers.â Haechan stays buried in your silky hair, sniffing the beautiful aroma scent of your chocolaty perfume.
You blush feverishly at his words. âThen from now on. Youâre mine and I am yours.â
No longer will you keep it a secret. Your boyfriend cups your face kissing you once more, this time more softly as he whispers. âNo longer a secret. Tell everyone who you belong to.â
NOTES. mandarins and tangerines are actually not interchangeable but for the sake of this fic, i do not care. this was very fun to write. i hope you enjoy it!! please leave feedback if you liked it :)Â
Ever since moving into this new apartment complex with your friends Mijoo and Chuu, youâve only caught a few glimpses of the three guys that live directly across the hall from you.Â
Renjun, Jaemin, and Haechan all seem like nice guys in passing, always smiling politely and waving, but thereâs always been somethingâŠdifferent about Haechan. You could chalk it up to a budding crush on the handsome male, but thereâs always a playful air to his presence, his eyes glinting with a secret youâre begging to be let in on.
You barely get any discerning words in whenever you pass by each other, the only notable time youâve spent together being in a quick trip up to your floor in the elevator, and you spent that whole time trying to avoid getting caught ogling his attractive features.Â
Based on the small amused chuckle heâd let out after a quick glance to you as heâd gestured for you to exit first, you think you werenât as discreet as youâd hoped to be.Â
That mildly embarrassing incident, however, only registers as a 3 on the Embarrassment Richter Scale that you definitely did not just make up.Â
What definitely classifies as a 6, however, and youâre not being dramatic (probably), is tonight, when you make it to your apartment at 4:00am to find that youâve forgotten your key and are, therefore, locked out.
After three unanswered calls to each of your roommatesâ phones and four whining voicemails, you begin to lose hope.
âOh, come on,â you mutter, restlessly shifting from foot to foot as you knock at the door insistently. âWake up, wake upââ
âHey, neighbor,â you hear from behind you, and you hesitate, praying youâve incorrectly matched the voice to a person, before turning around.Â
Of course, because your luck is just fantastic, none other than Haechan stands behind you, leaning against the wall by his front door.
âHey,â you offer a small wave, and he raises his eyebrows, gesturing at your door with a hand holding a beer can. âLocked out.â
âAh,â he says sympathetically. âThat sucks. Have you tried kicking it?â
âK-Kicking it?â you ask, brows furrowed in confusion, and he nods, striding across the hall to stand beside you. He smells amazing, you note with a dreamy sigh that you hope he didnât hear, and he points to the part of the door where the lock is.Â
âYeah, maybe if you kick it right here,â he cranes his head to look at you, smirking slightly when you blink at him wide-eyed, âyou can kick the door in. I saw it on TV once.â
âWe arenât on TV,â you comment with a small snort, making Haechan chuckle and nod in agreement, âbut I can give it a try.â You step back and rear up, kicking the door where Haechan pointed as hard as you can.Â
The sound is embarrassingly loud and the black shoe print on your door is only a testament to your failed attempt to gain access to your apartment.Â
Haechan snickers loudly from beside you, and you turn to him, eyes narrowed.
âSorry,â he apologizes, holding his hands up in the air defensively. âIt was an impressive kick, though.âÂ
You straighten up slightly at the compliment, smoothing down your jacket. âReally?â
âYeah,â he says sincerely. âYouâve got a lot of power in those legs.âÂ
âThanks,â you hum thoughtfully.
âWhat are you even doing out so late? Itâs not safe to be out alone at this hour.â Haechan asks, and you huff in defeat.
âI couldnât sleep, so I wanted to go for a walk to de-stress, yâknow? Clear my head.â you sigh.Â
âI see,â he remarks, taking a sip from his can as he leans against the wall beside your door. âWell, howâd that work out for you?â His tone is teasing, and when you turn to glare at him, the playful look on his face makes it impossible for you to maintain the disdainful expression.Â
âNot great,â you mutter, smiling despite your situation.
âWell, yâknow, if you wanna come in until one of your roommates wakes up, youâre more than welcome,â Haechan offers, jerking his chin in the direction of his door.
âThatâs a very nice offer,â you say appreciatively. âWhy are you awake, actually?â
âI donât like to sleep.â Haechan answers, shrugging.
You blink at him. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âNope,â he chirps. âSleep makes me feel like Iâm missing out on something.â
âThe FOMO runs strong in you, I see.â You offer a wry smile which he returns and you lean your back against your front door beside him. Looking over at you, he pushes off of the wall and turns so heâs standing in front of you.Â
You really wish he hadnât done that, actually, because now youâre forced to confront how unfairly handsome he is, and you suspect Haechan knows that, given the way his eyebrow arches attractively.Â
âThink about it this way,â he shifts closer to you slightly, his tongue running over his bottom lip, âI wouldâve missed out on getting to talk to you tonight if I was sleeping.â
âVery true,â you muse with a small smile, and he grins. âDidnât know that my company is worth staying up for.âÂ
âOf course it is,â he scoffs. âWho else is gonna stare at me when she thinks Iâm not looking?â His words freeze you in place, your expression resembling a deer in headlights before he laughs to break the tension. âIâm teasing.âÂ
âOh,â you mumble, but you both know thereâs truth to his words; your face doesnât hide your emotions well at all, and youâre surprised youâve managed to go this long without looking at him and practically swooning.Â
âCute,â he says softly, eyes scanning your face.
Before you even get to comment on the unexpected compliment, your door unlocks and you spring forward just in time to avoid falling back as it opens. A very sleepy, very cranky Mijoo stands in your doorway, eyes barely open as she holds the door open for you.Â
In your haste to get off of the door, you fail to realize your surroundings, lurching forward and directly into Haechanâs personal space. Your chests are but a breath away from touching, and he chuckles, bracing you with both hands on your hips. The cold condensation of his can seeps into the hem of your shirt and you swallow hard as you look up at him sheepishly.Â
âSorry about that,â you mumble, stepping back slightly, realizing a moment later that Haechan still hasnât released your hips. He seems to notice when you do, clearing his throat and dropping his hands back to his sides with a small smile.Â
Turning to thank Mijoo, you notice that sheâs already left, presumably having shuffled off to her bedroom to resume her sleep, leaving the door slightly ajar with a slipper.
âGlad you got in,â he remarks, gesturing behind you at your apartment, and you nod in appreciation.
âThanks for, uh, keeping me company.â you say with a bashful smile.Â
âNo problem.â He walks backwards to his front door, opening it without looking, and raises two fingers to his brow in a mock salute.
âGood night.â You bid him goodbye with a wave, turning to head into your apartment before he calls your name, prompting you to turn back around. âYeah?â
âDonât be a stranger, okay?â He sounds, if youâre not crazy, like heâs flirting with you, and your eyes widen as he lifts his brows in a playful wiggle.
âOkay,â you agree with an almost robotic nod, and he grins before turning and heading into his apartment, prompting you to follow suit.
When the doorâs shut and locked, you let out a long exhale, finally letting your giddy squeals bubble up out of you.Â
He called you cute. He called you cute and he touched your hips, and he was so closeâ
Okay, maybe the Embarrassment Richter Scale would classify that as a 4 insteadâpoints were docked because it may have actually worked out in your favor somewhat.
You havenât really fulfilled your promise of not being a stranger with Haechan; he still makes your heart skip a nervous little beat every time he grins at you from across a room or waves at you in passing.Â
He, however, is doing a great job of not being a stranger with your roommates, both of them regaling you with funny things Haechan has told them in various conversations. Chuu works with Haechan at the bookstore, as it turns out, and Mijoo just has a convenient schedule, running into your handsome neighbor more often than you do.
Are you bitter? No. Absolutely not. Are you jealous? Not in the slightest.Â
Are you lying about both of those things? Yes, entirely.
Youâre heading out of your apartment to the grocery store, locking the door behind you when you hear the door across the hall open.
Turning to see who it is, your eyes widen and a giddy little smile tugs at your lips as Haechan looks you up and down.
âWell, look who it is,â Haechan greets you, and your smile widens.Â
âHi, Haechan.â you say softly, attempting to sound as casual as possible.
âWhere are you headed?â
âThe grocery store,â you explain, showing him your tote bag filled with reusable shopping bags.
âWhat a coincidence,â he muses, stepping closer to you. âSo am I?â
âReally?â you say in surprise, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.Â
âYeah,â he confirms, stepping even closer to you. Heâs close enough now that you can smell the warm, cozy scent of his cologne. âYou didnât keep your promise,â he points out, frowning very attractively at you.
âAbout not being a stranger?â you ask, and he nods, his frown deepening.Â
As cute as he is like that, you donât think you ever want to be the reason he frowns again.Â
âYou can make it up to me if you wanna,â he suggests, a playful lilt to his voice, and you raise an eyebrow suspiciously.
âHowâs that?â
âBe my shopping buddy for today.âÂ
You pretend to think about it, smiling when he looks at you expectantly. âOkay.â
âGreat! We can take my car.âÂ
âOh, thank God. I was gonna walk.â
âArenât you lucky to have me?â He grins and gestures down the hall for you to walk with him.
âSomething like that,â you mumble under your breath, Haechan thankfully not hearing you.
The ride to the store is pleasant, Haechan playing music in the carâalmost exclusively Michael Jackson, to be specific, with the inclusion of some other artistsâand you two talk the whole time, never a lull in the conversation as you learn more about each other.
He works at the bookstore a couple blocks down from the record store you work at, likes playing video games and listening to music, and is, on top of an incessant flirt, a very attentive listener.
You two make your way through the store gradually, your shared cart filled with various frozen goods and produce items. Youâre in the fruits section, inspecting bags of mandarins to find the best bunch, when you both start to speak.
âHey, I just thoughtââ
âYou know whatâs soââ
You both stop talking at the same time, laughing before you gesture for him to speak.
âI was just thinking about how you work at the record store; do you guys have this one Michael Jackson vinyl? Itâs limited edition, so you probably donât, butââ
âWhatâs it look like?â you ask, and he pulls up a picture on his phone, showing you and looking at you hopefully.
âI canât say no for sure, because I havenât checked. Iâll check and let you know!â you assure him, and he smiles in relief.
âThatâd be awesome. Iâve been looking for it everywhere. What were you gonna say?â
âI was gonna say that itâs so sick that produce companies put mandarins and other orange citruses in orange netted bags to make them look more appealing.â you huff, inspecting the bag youâre holding more carefully.Â
âItâs sneaky,â Haechan agrees with a small smile as he watches you.
âItâs deceitful!â you exclaim indignantly, and he snorts, barely biting back his laughter. âIâm serious!â You frown, and he hums sympathetically.
âI understand.â He pats your shoulder gently, his hand lingering for a moment before dropping, his fingers grazing your arm on the way down.Â
âI think these are good.â you finally decide, placing your bag in the cart, and Haechan quickly looks over the mandarins, plucking a bag of his own and placing it in the bottom of the cart. âYou like mandarins, too?â
âLove them,â he confirms, and you smile, pleasantly surprised. âDo you have anything else on your list?â
âNope; you?â
âNope. Letâs go to the check-out aisle?â He gestures towards the front of the store, and you nod, walking beside him as you both push the cart. (Well, truthfully, Haechan is doing all the pushing; your hands are on the bar for decoration, essentially.)
When you get to the front aisle, a familiar voice calls your name and you crane your head to find the source.
âI think itâs Mijoo,â Haechan murmurs, also looking around.Â
Do you bristle slightly at the thought that he recognized your friendâs voice before you did? No, absolutely not. And youâre definitely not lying to yourself right now.
You find her in aisle six, loading up your groceries on the conveyor belt and separating them with the divider as you greet Mijoo.
âHowâs work?â you ask curiously, and she frowns deeply. âOh, no.â
âI just got yelled at by some old lady who got mad I wouldnât take her expired coupons. They expired four months ago.â Her face is deadpan, and you wince.
âDamn,â you sigh sympathetically as she scans your groceries. âIf you want her to suffer, give me a call.â
She snorts loudly, putting in her employee code so youâll get a discount on the groceries, and looks at you with an amused but unimpressed stare. âWhat are you gonna do?â
âSteal her cane or something, I donât know.âÂ
âThatâs evil,â Mijoo giggles, gesturing for you to pay. âWhenever youâre ready.âÂ
âYou left something in the cart,â Haechan calls to you, and you frown, turning back to check. He shifts to take your place as you check before saying, âOh, sorry, I think thatâs mine, actually.â He smiles sheepishly, and you wave him off gently, turning back to the pin pad to see âTransaction Approved!â You turn to look at Haechan, whoâs putting his card away, and shoot him an incredulous stare.
âWhat?â Heâs grinning cheekily at you, and you splutter awkwardly.
âDid you just pay for my groceries?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â he replies smoothly, and you narrow your eyes, looking over at Mijoo for support.
She raises her hands in surrender, looking down at her scanner. âDonât bring me into this.â
âTraitor!â you whisper incredulously, and she frowns at you.
âSorry.âÂ
You direct your narrowed-eyed gaze to Haechan for a moment and then shuffle to the bagging section, carefully packing up your groceries as Haechan checks out his groceries. As they come down the conveyor belt, you package his things up too, and he smiles gratefully at you as he makes his way to you.Â
You catch him giving Mijoo a fist bump and murmuring, âThanks,â as youâre finishing up the bagging, and you huff petulantly, loading up everything into the cart.
You bid Mijoo goodbye and head out of the store, walking to Haechanâs car and starting to take things out of the cart as he opens the trunk.
âYouâre pretty close with my roommates,â you say as nonchalantly as possible, side-eyeing Haechan.
âNot really,â he dismisses you. âI work with Chuu at the bookstore, and I really just see Mijoo in passing.â
âWell, you guys were all buddy-buddy just now,â you point out, trying your best to hide the jealousy creeping into your tone.Â
Your attempt fails, if Haechan raising his eyebrow in amusement is any indication.Â
âAre youâŠjealous?â Haechan asks with a smile, and your eyes widen.Â
âNo!â you yelp, clutching a bag to your chest almost protectively. âI am not.â
âYou totally are,â he snickers, and your brows furrow. âItâs cute.â
âItâs not cute,â you counter, âbecause I am not jealous.â
âOh, yeah?â Poking his tongue into his cheek and grinning at you, his casually attractive appearance practically takes your breath away.
âYeah,â you mumble weakly. âI totally donât mind that you talk to my roommates more than you talk to me. Doesnât bother me at all.â Haechan doesnât respond for a moment, giving you the opportunity to place the last bag in the trunk of the car. When you shut the trunk and turn around, you jolt in surprise at his sudden proximity, the two of you almost face to face, and he chuckles at your reaction before refocusing his gaze on your eyes.
âWhat if I said I was only befriending them to get close to you?â He raises his eyebrows with a flirtatious little wiggle, and you swallow thickly, looking down to break eye contact. Apparently, he doesnât intend to give you a break anytime soon, ducking down slightly to lock eyes with you again. âHm?â
âIâd ignore all of that,â you say slowly, carefully controlling the nervous yet excited tremor in your voice, âto ask why your face is this close to mine.â
âWhy?â His eyes are alight with glee as he backs you up against the car slowly, and you gulp. âDoes it make you nervous?â
âNo,â you huff.
âYouâre lying.â
âI am not lying!â you lie.
He raises his eyebrows again as if to say, âis that so?â He leans closer to you, now focused unwaveringly on your mouth, and wets his lips. You both stand frozen in place for a moment before he leans in closer and you break, yelping in panic before ducking so the crown of your head rests against his chest.
He calls your name softly and you shake your head, whining quietly in protest. He matches your tone, whining your name plaintively as he gently shakes your shoulders, and you peek up at him to see him grinning down at you.
âTold you.â He shoots you a smug upwards flick of his eyebrows before backing up to give you a moment of relief. âNow come on, the frozen stuff is gonna thaw.â When you donât move at first, still stuck in place from the intimate moment you two just shared, he snickers and reaches for your hand, leading you to the passenger door, which he opens for you, waiting for you to get in.Â
Your body finally listens to you, sitting down in the passenger seat and strapping yourself in, and he shuts the door before making his way over to the driverâs side and getting in. He straps in and starts the car, looking over to you.
âYou ready?â
You nod. âReady.â
He smiles. âThen off we go.â
âHey,â Haechan nudges you as youâre unloading the trunk, âI bet I can carry up more groceries than you.âÂ
âNo way.â you laugh, and his eyes light up as he grins before hurriedly snatching as many bags as his arms and hands can hold. âHaechan, there are eggs in here!â you warn in alarm as you grab bags quickly, swatting his hands away when he reaches for any bag youâve set your sights on.Â
He shuts the trunk and locks the car before standing in front of you proudly. Heâs definitely got you beat, holding no less than six bags of groceries, most of them being your reusable bags.Â
âYou cheated,â you grumble bitterly, and he just grins and jerks his head towards the building.
âCâmon,â he says softly, walking towards the entrance. You walk after him and he says, âDo you know the real reason why I wanted to have that competition?â
âBecause youâre competitive and wanted to see me meet my demise?â You look over at him, and he laughs before shaking his head.
âI wanted an excuse to be a gentleman and take your groceries up for you.â He holds the front door open for you, and you walk through, murmuring a âthank you.â
âWell, thatâs very sweet,â you mumble sheepishly as you press the elevator button and avoid his gaze, and he shrugs, smiling.
âIâm a very sweet guy,â he says with a nod, and you nod slowly, looking him up and down. The elevator doors open and you both step in, Haechan pressing the button for your floor and leaning against the back wall as the doors slide shut. âWhat is it?â He looks over at you curiously, chuckling when he sees you smiling.
âUsually, sweet people donât need to say theyâre sweet, yâknow.âÂ
He looks up thoughtfully before nodding in agreement and looking back down at you. âMaybe I can show you how sweet I am, then.â
You canât help but feel like heâs hinting at something else, but you push the thought from your mind and meet his gaze once more.
âMaybe you can.â The elevator dings and the doors slide open, Haechan gesturing for you to exit and following after you. A thought comes to you as you set your groceries down to find your keys and you turn to him once more. âHaechan?â
âMm?â
âWas your plan to hold my groceries partially so Iâd have to let you into my apartment to unload them?â
âNo,â he says truthfully. âI did plan on seeing you for longer, though, so now you have to figure out which bags are yours and which are mine.â He grins proudly, and you raise an eyebrow.
âI bagged them separately.âÂ
His face falls slightly, and you think you might hate that. âOh.â
âBut you wanna know something?â Youâre quick to follow up in an attempt to comfort him, and he looks at you curiously. âI used my bags on everything, soâŠtechnicallyâŠâ
âMy stuff is in your bags.â His smile returns to his face and your muscles relax slightly in relief. âSoâŠtechnicallyâŠâ
âYou and I have to unload all this stuff,â you say slowly, feigning a pout. âAnd who knows how long thatâs gonna take?â
âLooks like weâre gonna be spending a bit more time together, yeah?â Heâs grinning at you, stepping closer so the fronts of your shoes are touching, and you canât help but mirror his smile, turning away abruptly to unlock your door.
âI guess so.â
As you, Mijoo, and Chuu become better acquainted with your handsome neighbors across the hall, you get closer and closer until hanging out with them is almost second nature. At this point, youâre no stranger to coming home and finding your neighbors and roommates sprawled around the living room; hell, youâve often joined them if work hasnât left you entirely drained.
Youâre not even a stranger to the heated debates over nothingness that your friends often start fights about; youâve always had a flair for the dramatic, and often storm off to your room in a grandiose huff when your opinion is shot down.
(If youâre being honest, sometimes youâll take the smallest opening to retreat to your room once you feel your social battery depleting, but you donât plan on admitting that any time soon.)
This afternoon, when you unlock your front door, sounds of yelling greet you as you step into the apartment and kick your shoes off.
âYouâre home!â Mijoo yells in relief, running into the entryway and beaming at you. âJust in time.â
âTime for what?â you ask warily, and more footsteps come rushing towards you as Chuu approaches rapidly.
âIf a dog wore pantsââ
âYouâre cheating! Let her get in here first!â Renjun yells from the living room.
Chuu rolls her eyes. âIf a dog wore pantsâas a matter of fact, come here and show them.â She takes your hand and pulls you into the living room, where Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin sit in various spots.Â
You lock eyes with Haechan, who grins and flicks his brows upwards as a greeting, and you snort quietly in amusement, smiling at him.Â
âIf a dog wore pants,â Chuu stresses, shaking your hand to get your attention, âhow would it look?â
You snicker. âThis is what youâre fighting about?â
âYes, maâam. Now answer the question.âÂ
âOn its back paws,â you answer easily, and Chuu, Haechan, Jaemin, and Renjun exclaim triumphantly as Mijoo cries out in despair. âMijoo, youâre kidding, right?â
âNo! He has four legs!â she defends herself emphatically, and you shake your head vigorously.
âBut the front two function as hands! You donât put pants on your hands!â
âBut they walk on all fours!â
âBut if you handed a dog a ball, it would never try to grab it with its back two paws! Because those are its feet-feet, not its hands-feet!â
âI feel so betrayed,â Mijoo wails, rubbing her hand over her face.
âI mean, itâs okay!â You attempt to cheer her up, and she looks at you with a frown. âYouâre entitled to your opinionâno matter how wrong it is.â You grin teasingly and you can hear Haechan snicker loudly from his chair.
âYou littleââ
âWho else had a wrong opinion they wanna share?â You change the topic, dodging when Mijoo launches a pillow at you. It hits the lamp instead, which falls and hits the wall, leaving a scuff mark. âThat better buff out,â you warn a now sheepish looking Mijoo. âI am not losing my security deposit over something as silly as this.â
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â she mutters petulantly, and you pat her shoulder comfortingly.Â
âIs that all youâve been talking about?â you laugh as you make your way into the kitchen, washing your hands and grabbing the bag of mandarins, bringing them back into the living room with you.
âPretty much, yeah.â Renjun sighs, and you canât help but laugh.
âEventful.â you say sarcastically, Haechan calling your name and catching your attention.
âCome sit with me,â Haechan offers, scooting over to create space for you in the armchair. The gesture is sweet, but there definitely isnât enough space for both of you, so you settle for perching on the arm of the seat, draping your arm over the back of the chair.
Haechan rests his cheek on your thigh, looking up at you expectantly, and you lightly scratch the crown of his head in greeting.
âHi,â he murmurs as the rest of your friends launch into another discussion about who knows what.Â
âHey,â you reply softly, smiling down at him.Â
âAre you retreating into your room today?â Haechan frowns slightly as he asks, and you think about it before giving a small nod. âWhy?â he complains, dragging the word out and shaking your knee rapidly.
âIâm tired,â you match his whiny cadence, scratching his scalp more in lieu of an apology. âYou can come if you want.â
He perks up immediately, looking up at you in surprise. âReally?â
âYeah, Iâm not gonna sleep, Iâm just gonna relax.â you reply, and he nods eagerly, sitting up and offering you his hand.
âCâmon!â Heâs practically bouncing in his seat with excitement and you have to bite back a laugh as you take his hand and stand up, leading him to your room.Â
âWhâhow come youâre going in her room with her?â Jaemin complains as you leave the living room.
âThe vibes are better,â Haechan calls over his shoulder and you snicker, opening your door and tossing the bag of mandarins on your bed.
âYou wait here; I wanna change.â You go through your drawers to pull out a more comfortable shirt and Haechan lies down on your bed, eyes taking in the entirety of your bedroom.Â
âOkay,â he hums peacefully, closing his eyes with a smile.Â
You go into the bathroom and change out of your blouse and into your t-shirt, leaving your jeans on and tossing your shirt in the hamper on your way back to your room.Â
âWelcome back,â Haechan greets you when you shut the door behind you, opening his eyes to look at you. His gaze lingers on you for a few moments longer than you were expecting, his lips curling into a grin when you shift awkwardly and turn away from him.Â
âThank you,â you mumble, sitting on your bed and picking up your phone and a mandarin. âYou can play music, by the way; my speaker system is the one with my name.â
Haechan nods and, as heâs setting up his connection to your speaker, says, âI was gonna ask; how was your day today?â
âIt sucked, kinda. Well, Iâm being dramatic, but my coworker was getting on my nerves.â you huff, and Haechan hums sympathetically. Selecting a song, he gets comfortable as the music filters in through the speakers. âI should have known youâd play Michael Jackson,â you chuckle fondly, and he smiles sheepishly.
âI love his music.â He frowns defensively, and you pat his hand gently.
âI know! I donât blame youâheâs got an impressive discography.â you assure him, and you can see him relax slightly in your peripheral vision. Looking over at him, heâs got a relieved, content smile on his lips, his hooded eyes regarding you curiously.
âTell me about your coworker?â he asks after a moment, and you pause mid-peeling of your mandarin.Â
âSheâs just a micro-manager,â you huff, peeling the rest of the rind off and launching into your spiel. âShe always tries to tell me what to do, butâI mean, I donât, like, get paid to listen to her of all people, yâknow?â
âI do know,â Haechan agrees, nodding in understanding. âThatâs super annoying, actually.â
âIt is!â you gripe before softening slightly and turning to Haechan. âWant some?â You hand him a piece of your mandarin, and he brightens, taking it gratefully and popping it into his mouth.Â
You two sit there for ages, to your surprise, talking about everything and nothing, from Haechanâs lazy slacker coworker to philosophical debates such as whether youâd rather be really small or really big (youâre both team little, for stealth purposes), sharing piece after piece of mandarin until your bed is practically covered in rinds and the pleasant smell of citrus lingers in the room.
âI like hanging out in your room,â Haechan muses thoughtfully, looking over at you.
âIâm glad,â you smile widely. âThere are perks, yâknow?â
âYeah, there are snacks, good conversation, good musicâand,â Haechan murmurs, his voice lowering ever so slightly in pitch as he studies your face, âI get a pretty view,â his voice softens to a whisper as he watches your lips, slowly wetting his own.
Your heart could just about beat out of your chest from the compliment, and the way heâs looking at your lips has your breath faltering, teeth anxiously nibbling at your bottom lip as you watch him watching you.
âThanks,â you mumble quietly, and he nods, still studying your lips.
If youâre not crazy, it kind of seems like heâs about to lean in, and you brace yourself for impact, your eyelids drooping slightly in anticipation. Just as you expected, he breathes in softly, leans in closer, tilting his head to the side, andâ
A knock on your door makes you flinch and him freeze, a small sigh leaving his lips as he pulls back and jerks his chin towards the door, reminding you thereâs someone waiting.
âCome in!â you call, and Chuu and Jaemin poke their heads into your room curiously.
âWeâre ordering food; do you guys want anything?â Chuu offers, and you look at each other before nodding in agreement. âCool; come put in your orders soon!â
âWeâll be right out,â Haechan assures them, and Chuu removes her head from the doorway, probably heading down the hall.
Jaemin scrutinizes you two carefully, making your skin crawl anxiously as he regards you with suspicion.Â
âCan I help you?â you ask with a frown, desperately hoping you donât look as guilty as you feel.Â
âKinda thought you two would beânever mind.â Jaemin says cryptically, giving you both one last once-over before leaving your room and shutting your door.
You two are silent, the only sound in the room being the music playing in the background, and you can barely bring yourself to look at Haechan, already very aware that heâs looking at you.
âWanna go get some food?â he breaks the silence, and you nod immediately, grasping at the topic shift like a lifeline.
âYeah, letâs go.â
âOh, damn,â Haechanâs sympathetic wince sounds out from behind you and you turn to look at him, hissing and turning back around as water starts to drip towards your elbow. âThey put you on dish duty tonight, I see.â
âYeah,â you sigh, shooting him a frown over your shoulder. âWoe is me.âÂ
âPoor baby,â he coos playfully, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on the island counter. Before you can either attempt to recuperate from the pet name or ask what heâs up to, he nudges you aside and picks up the spare dish cloth. âDonât worry; Haechan is here to help.â
âMy hero,â you joke, pretending to swoon, and he laughs as he soaps up his cloth and starts washing a plate. âNo, but I do appreciate it.â
âDonât worry about it,â he dismisses you casually. âI was actually looking for you.â
âOh, yeah?â you ask. âWhyâs that?â
âI wanna get your opinion on something.â Haechan says slowly, carefully, and you nod, a silent sign for him to continue. âWell, I have this friend,â Haechan starts off, monitoring your expression out of the corner of his eye. âHeâs really into this girl, but he doesnât know if he should go for it or not.â
âHm. Does the girl seem interested?â you ask, trying to get a better sense of the situation, and Haechan pauses, looking at you again and chuckling as he shakes his head.
âHe canât fully tell,â he answers, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he sets the plate down and picks up a bowl. âSheâs a little clueless.â
âMaybe tell your friend to give it some time to get a better idea of where sheâs at.â you suggest, and Haechan nods slowly, thinking it over.
âBut hereâs the thing,â Haechan adds, âIâmy friend wants to kiss this girl so badly.â
âAw,â you hum sympathetically. âPoor guy.â
âYeah, poor guy,â Haechan mumbles, and you become very aware of the fact that heâs staring right at the side of your face.Â
You fixate on a piece of food stuck on the plate youâre washing, scrubbing at the spot vigorously to do away with your nerves.
Haechan pushes away from the sink, drying his hands and leaning against the island behind you, his still detectable, very probing stare sending shivers down your spine.
âHe really wants to kiss her, yâknow.â he stresses, and you pause because, for one of the first times in your adult life, you think youâre finally starting to get the hint.
âYeah?â The word feels like itâs stuck in your throat, your heart rate picking up considerably as the poor thing thuds away in your chest.Â
âMhm,â Haechan confirms, his voice lilting as if trying to lead someone to an answer. âHe thinks about it all the time.â
âMaybe she wants him to kiss her,â you murmur, and you could swear Haechanâs breathing stops, at least for a moment. He says nothing for an uncomfortably long time, your words hanging in the air between you two.
âYeah?â His voice is soft, testing the waters, and you canât bring yourself to speak, your rapidly beating heart migrating up into your throat.Â
You nod.
Heâs silent for what feels like ages, then heâs calling your name quietly, but urgently. His voice sounds significantly closer and the thought of being so close to him at a time like this has excitement bubbling inside of you.
âHm?â Your response comes out as a squeak, to your utter embarrassment, but as Haechan places his hands on your hips and slowly turns you to face him, you get the sense that he might not be too focused on that.
He searches your eyes for somethingâyou donât know whatâand, seemingly satisfied, his intent, determined gaze drops slowly to your lips. He takes a step closer, and another, his chest brushing against yours with every breath either of you take.Â
You swallow thickly, instinctively moving with him as he backs you up against the kitchen sink.
âHaechan?â you call breathlessly.
His gaze doesnât move from your lips, his own mouth curling into a small smirk. âMm?â
âWhy are you so close?â you ask, the anticipation reaching its boiling point.
He finally looks away from your mouth, meeting your eyes as he speaks with a raised eyebrow and a flirtatious little grin. âI canât kiss you from anywhere else, can I?â
There, with soapy water dripping down your forearms and onto the floor and the faint chatter of your friends in the other room, Haechan kisses you for the first time.Â
His lips are warm and soft, and his hands are still slightly damp as one cups the side of your neck, thumb gently stroking your cheek, and the other presses against the small of your back, drawing you in closer.Â
As your lips move against the otherâs, you come to your senses slightly and regain control of your body, wrapping one arm around his neck before pulling back quickly in realization.
His eyes are still closed for a fleeting moment after the kiss, lips parted slightly before he opens his eyes and regards you curiously.Â
âMy hands,â you mumble before he has a chance to misread the situation, wiping them on your jeans hurriedly as your eyes fixate on a drop of water on the floor to avoid looking at him, âtheyâre all wet. From the sink waterââ
Haechan calls your name with a laugh on the tip of his tongue, and you drag your gaze to meet his.
âYes?â
âI donât care about that.â he assures you, pulling you back in and slotting his lips with yours. âJust kiss me.â Itâs mumbled into and against your mouth, just like your responding nervous (but excited) giggle into and against his own, but itâs understood all the same, and you do.Â
You do kiss him againâand againâand again, until you manage to separate from him long enough to turn off the sink waterâand again, as he hooks his index finger through one of the front belt loops on your jeans and pulls you in closer, his other hand squeezing your hipâand once more, before the sound of footsteps coming towards the kitchen finally forces you two apart.
Haechanâs cheeks are reddened, yours are blazing with heat, neither of you can stop smiling, and the room is filled with tension so palpable that Mijoo and Renjun look between the two of you in confusion, sharing a bewildered glance between themselves before placing their dishes in the sink and exiting the kitchen.
(And then you kiss him again.)
Late one night, youâre awake in bed, scrolling through social media apps mindlessly, when a text comes in on your phone.
haechan: are you awake
you: no
haechan: ha ha very funny
haechan: iâm bored
you: me too
haechan: keep me company :)
haechan: come over
you: no itâs 3am
haechan: so? come over
you: iâm cozy iâm not moving
haechan: stubborn ass
you: :( mean
haechan: donât worry i actually love your ass
you: :O thatâs not very platonic of you
haechan: come over and iâll show you just how not-platonic i can get
you: iâm not moving
haechan: UGH
you: :p sorry !! i have snacks in here iâm never leaving
haechan: âŠwhat kinds of snacks
You have a feeling you know where this is heading, so you muster the energy to get out of bed and head to your front door, unlocking it and heading back to your room.
you: come over and find out
haechan: gimme a sec
Thereâs radio silence for several minutes, then you hear a knock on the front door.
you: itâs unlocked :)Â
Despite the preparation you took for his arrival, you decide to get up and meet him, heading down the hall to see him shutting the door behind himself, locking the door and kicking off his slides.
âHi,â you say with a smile, and he frowns at you in disapproval, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the door. âWhat?â
âYou know how risky it is to leave your door unlocked?â Haechan asks as you get closer to him.Â
âIt was unlocked for a total of fifteen minutes, max.â You roll your eyes, letting out a chuckle.
âSo? Thatâs more than enough time.â
âTime for what, exactly?â
âEnough time for someone to sneak in here and,â Haechan focuses on your lips, staring at them as he continues in a softer, more suggestive voice, âhave their way with you.â
You smile, amused, and make a show of looking all around. Leaning in, you whisper, âHaechan, youâre the only one here; are you planning to have your way with me?âÂ
Haechan grins mischievously. âThatâs a secret.â When you gasp and push his shoulder, he laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. âIâm kidding!â
âSure,â you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him. âCâmon, itâs cold in here and the heatâs on in my room.â He follows you into the kitchen, cheering silently when you grab the produce bag of mandarins and head to your room. Kicking off your slippers, you climb onto your bed, Haechan following suit, and sit cross-legged, placing the bag of mandarins in front of you.Â
Haechan sits in front of you as you reach for a mandarin, peeling it with ease and separating a piece, offering it to Haechan. He takes it readily, chewing contently as he peels a mandarin of his own, offering you a piece of his.Â
Youâre not entirely sure why you two are swapping pieces as opposed to just eating your respective mandarins, but you figure thereâs something tender about sharing the fruit with each other.
âWhat was keeping you up tonight?â you ask curiously, offering him another piece.Â
âHm?â He looks up at you, handing you the mandarin piece he just separated.Â
âYour FOMO,â you remind him, and he grins as he thinks back to your first real conversation on the night you got locked out. âWhat did you not wanna miss out on tonight?â
âTalking to you,â he coos flirtatiously, and you roll your eyes and scoff in amusement.Â
âSure.â
âIâm serious!â
âYou didnât even know I was up!â
âThat was the point of texting you. If you hadnât answered, I wouldâve just gone to bed.â he counters, and your cheeks warm at how endearing it is that he was waiting to talk to you.
âCute.â you mumble, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, grinning and leaning closer to you. You groan with a laugh, and stuff your last piece of mandarin in his mouth. âShut up.â
âHey!â
âNo talking with your mouth full,â you point out, and he narrows his eyes at you playfully before chewing it and focusing on pulling the last bits of pith off of his last piece of mandarin.
âOpen,â Haechan murmurs, bringing the piece to your mouth. You give him a funny look, but he nods in confirmation and wiggles the piece, dropping it in his haste but managing to catch it before it lands. His index fingerâs half punctured it, juice from the section dripping down his finger to the knuckle, and he frowns (very cutely, you might add) and moves to put it in his mouth instead.
You donât know what possesses you. Maybe the universeâs pushing you to finally do something about all the tension thatâs built up between you two. Whatever it is, you suppose you owe it a thank you.
You catch his hand halfway to his mouth and steer it towards yours instead. He raises an eyebrow, looking from his hand to you curiously, and you swallow thickly.
The bead of juice drips down ever so slightly, as if reminding you to make your move, and so you do. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you take the mandarin piece into your mouth, pushing it to the inside of your cheek, and lick the droplet off of his finger, halting when your tongue reaches his fingertip and looking at him for a sign of something, anything.
His eyes have a wild glint to them and he looks up from your mouth to your eyes, raising both eyebrows this time in a silent challenge.
You suck his finger into your mouth, and he groans under his breath, shifting closer to you as he watches his finger disappear between your lips.Â
The look in his eyesâlike heâs about to lunge at you, franklyâand his slightly parted lips work together to wipe your mind blank, your eyes glazing over as you suck on his finger. Meeting his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, you swirl your tongue around the digit and he hisses, leaning in so closely your noses are almost touching.
His attention shifts between your mouth and your eyes rapidly, slowly wetting his bottom lip and tucking it between his teeth. Experimentally, he pulls his finger back slightly and you truly donât know what comes over you but you whine, sucking slightly harder.
He pulls his finger out of your mouth and raises his eyebrows at your disappointed, slightly dazed expression. He shifts back slightly, as if remembering the situation you two are in, and you take the opportunity to chew and swallow the piece of mandarin stuffed in your cheek.
âDonât give me that look.â His voice is low and dangerously soft, the warning more than prevalent.Â
âWhat look?â Itâs a struggle to say it without sounding breathy or whiny, but you manage, mentally patting yourself on the back.Â
âDonât play dumb,â he warns you, âyou know exactly what youâre doing.â
You donât, actually. You kind of wish you did. Maybe youâd have a better idea of what heâs thinking.
Haechan looks down to the side, staring at your comforter hosting the mandarin rinds, and starts to speak. âYou know, I donât wanna ruin our friendship, but I keep thinking about our kiss the other week.â
You donât blame him; itâs shifted your relationship subtly but noticeably and youâd be lying if you said it wasnât frequently occupying your mind. Ever since that evening and the kisses you two shared, you couldnât stop thinking about how he held you, his taste, his smell, the almost desperate way your lips kept connecting, the way his smile felt against your mouthâ
âRuin it.â Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears you all the same, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he stares at your lips. He leans closer, moving his body towards yours as he brings himself within kissing distance, and a tremble of excitement travels down your spine as you do the same.
âI really want to kiss you right now.â Haechan confesses in a hushed murmur, and you nod encouragingly, reaching up and tentatively placing your hand on the side of his neck.
âDo it.â
And he does. Surging forward, he connects your lips in a feverish kissâhe tastes faintly of mandarin on his tongue, sweet and bright and tangy all in one and you whine into his mouth as he leans over you, pressing your back into your mattress.Â
His lips move with yours desperately, his hands clutching at your sides and pulling you against him, his hips pushing yours into the mattress as he sucks on your bottom lip and groans sinfully. Your fingers curl in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer to you and parting your legs for him to settle between them.
He takes the invitation immediately, resting between your legs as his kisses grow needier and deeper, his tongue flicking against yours before he parts from you, propping himself up on his hands as he breathes heavily, looking down at you with that wild-eyed gaze from earlier.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, your free hand gripping the front of his shirt as you try to pull him back down to you.Â
Shaking his head, he swallows thickly and says, âI think that if we keep going,â his tongue swiping over his lips, âI donât know if Iâll be able to stop.â
âWho said I want you to stop?â You tilt your head to the side curiously, and he pauses, looking at you with a brow raised questioningly. He scans your face, you shooting him an expectant look and tugging on his shirt impatiently, before inhaling sharply and leaning back down to kiss you again.
âYou are soââ he mumbles distractedly, kissing you fervently and nipping at your lip gently.Â
âSo?â you press curiously, gasping when his lips trail down from yours to your jaw to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin.
âDangerous,â he finishes, muffled from his ministrations on your neck, one hand squeezing your hip and gliding it up and down your side comfortingly. âCan we take this off?â he tugs at the hem of your sleep shirt, looking up at you hopefully.
âYeah,â you agree, and he grins, pushing the shirt up past your chest. You sit up slightly so you can pull it off your torso, laughing when Haechanâs expectant smiling face reappears after the shirtâs done blocking your view.
âHi.â
âHi, Haechan,â you laugh, pulling him back to you with one hand as your other tosses your shirt off the bed.Â
âHave I ever told you that I love when you say my name?â Haechanâs lips resume kissing down your neck, sucking at a spot just above your collarbones.
âNo,â you breathe, your inhale catching in your throat when his lips kiss lower to your chest, his hands pushing your breasts together and covering the exposed flesh in kisses. His tongue gliding in your cleavage, he sucks at a spot just above your bra, one hand slipping under you to unclip it.
âLove it so much,â he groans, pulling your bra off hurriedly and discarding it before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it slowly.
âFeels so good, Haechan,â you sigh happily, running your fingers through his hair as he sucks on the stiffened bud, one hand kneading your breast as he teases your nipple with his tongue.
He pulls back from you slightly, using the tip of his tongue to flick at your nipple, his hand leaving your breast and snaking down your stomach to slip into your shorts. When his fingers graze your clit over your underwear, you whine lowly and rock your hips up into his hand.
âOh, you like that, huh?â Haechan mumbles around your breast with a grin, his middle and ring fingers tracing around your clit teasingly.
âYeah,â you half-exhale, half-whimper, attempting to angle your hips just right so his fingers press against the sensitive button. He chuckles at your efforts and complies, pressing against your clit and rubbing circles into it.
The room is filled with the sounds of your labored breathing and small moans, as well as the wet noises of Haechan sucking on your nipples, switching between breasts by kissing along your chest.
Growing impatient, Haechan pushes his hand into your underwear, the palm of his hand pressing against your clit as two fingers tease your entrance. When you whine plaintively, he obliges, pushing the two digits into you slowly.
Your hips lift up off of the bed and push down towards his fingers, somehow both avoiding and leaning into his touch, and he tsks quietly in disapproval, guiding your hips back down onto the bed as his fingers keep pushing in until theyâre buried inside of you.
âThatâs it,â he whispers encouragingly, leaning up to kiss you deeply, his fingers curling as he pumps them in and out and gradually builds up a rhythm that has your breath coming in short gasps. âFeel so good around my fingers, baby.â Haechan coos sweetly, tongue trailing along your lip.
âHaechan, faster,â you urge, walls tightening around his fingers and making him hiss. âGo fasterââ
âLike this?â he teases lightly, taking your bottom lip between his teeth gently and tugging it as his fingers speed up, fingers curling into a spot along your inner walls that makes you cry out weakly, clutching his arm to brace yourself. âYeah, like that,â he mutters more so to himself, grinning and releasing your lip in favor of kissing your neck.Â
His fingers are skilled and controlled, but his kisses are nothing short of a frenzy, his mouth seeming to attempt to cover as much ground as possible and coax you over the edge. Itâs working, frankly, as your peak approaches and you grind down on his palm pressed against your clit, the added sensation dizzying.
âSo close,â you moan, biting your lip to muffle the noises you desperately want to let out, and Haechan nips sharply at your neck, making you wince and pull back to look at him.
âWanna hear you,â he murmurs.
âButâmy roommatesââ
âI donât care.â He grins at you mischievously, his pace speeding up and making wet noises sound out from where his fingers disappear into you.
âHaechanâoh, shit,â you shudder as your climax hits, whining his name loudly as pleasure floods through your body, ebbing and flowing like tidal waves. Your nails digging into his arm, he winces slightly but keeps finger-fucking you until youâre pushing his arm away in a desperate attempt to protect your sensitive clit. âToo much!â
âAw, câmon, you can give me another one,â he taunts, and you shake your head, wrapping your legs around him and pushing your hips up.
âIf Iâm cumming again,â you say slowly, making sure he hears you clearly, âitâs gonna be with you inside of me.â
He hesitates, eyes widening almost imperceptibly, and gapes at you.
âYouâre serious?â
âIâm serious.â
âGod, youâre unreal.â he mumbles in awe, hurriedly kicking off his sweats. He curses when they get tangled by his ankles and you giggle, cupping his face to get his attention.Â
When his eyes are on yours, you smile reassuringly. âIâm right here,â you remind him. âIâm not gonna change my mind.â
âYouâre not?â he asks, and you scoff in amusement, shaking your head.
âNot even if you take more than three seconds to take your pants off.â
He chuckles and nods, tugging them off and tossing them off of the side of the bed. âYour turn,â he says, staring pointedly at your shorts.
You lift your hips up and shimmy out of the shorts, chucking them in the same general direction Haechan threw his pants in. He doesnât even let you pull off your underwear, shaking his head at you and instead pushing his boxers down to the middle of his thighs, his length slapping up against his stomach.Â
âStop staring at my dick like that,â he mumbles shyly, and you shake your head slightly to snap yourself out of your daze. âI feelâŠscrutinized.â
âIâm appreciating it,â you assure him, and the unmistakable proud puffing of his chest makes you smile.
âYeah?â he muses, leaning over you and guiding himself to your entrance, pushing your underwear to the side. You almost prefer this way, you think, something about the desperation laden in having sex with your clothes just barely shoved out of the way.
âYeah,â you whisper, excitement creeping into your voice as he glides the shaft between your slick folds, collecting your arousal.
âLetâs see if you appreciate it more like this,â he breathes, pushing into you slowly, and your back arches as you inhale loudly. âGood?â
âSo good,â you mumble, nodding encouragingly, and he licks his lips before bottoming out and groaning in pleasure. âFeels so full,â you say, and he nods, his brows furrowed in concentration.
âYouâre so tight,â he grunts, pulling out slowly before pushing back into you quickly, eyes brightening at the moan you let out. He repeats the action, slowly moving inside of you and speeding up his thrusts until heâs built a rhythm that has little moans and whimpers spilling from you every time he bottoms out.
âGod, yes,â you cry out, clutching his arm thatâs propping him up by your head and turning your face towards it, biting down on his wrist to silence yourself.
âI wanna hear you,â he reminds you, shaking his hand until you release his wrist. âEvery little sound you makeâI want it.â
âHaechan,â you whine, and he growls softly in determination.
âThatâs it, baby, just like that.â he encourages you, driving his hips into you in quick, powerful strokes.
You cup your breast with one hand, rolling your nipple between your fingers, and bring the other to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles that make your abdomen clench.
âGod, thatâs so hot,â Haechan mutters in awe, greedy eyes roving over your body admiringly as you pleasure yourself. âWant you to cum,â he urges, and you nod, your breath hitching.
âIâm close,â you confirm, and he hikes your leg up, resting it on his hip and angling himself towards it so his thrusts hit that spot along your walls that makes you see stars. âYes, right thereââ
âRight here?â His playful lilt drips confidence and only arouses you more, desire burning fiercely through you, an inferno blazing in your veins.
âYeah,â you pant, whinier than ever as your desperation builds. âRightâfuckââ you hiss, your climax rushing to meet you and overpowering your senses. Your eyelids flutter shut and your mouth falls open, shaky breaths and broken moans of his name escaping you as his length pistons in and out of you quickly. Haechan doesnât stop, keeping the same pace and power as your body stiffens before ultimately going limp.
âGood?â He rouses you from your daze, and you open your eyes to shoot him a dopey smile.
âYeah,â you sigh blissfully, and he grins before leaning down so youâre nose to nose.
âMy turn.â He thrusts into you even faster, the rhythmic sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room as you move to cover your mouth as hurried, frantic, and uncontrollable noises of pleasure leave you. âLook at you,â he coos, his words punctuated with each thrust. âCouldnât be quiet even if you tried.â
âHaeâchanââ you stutter out, and he chuckles, bringing his lips to your ear.
âMusic to my fucking ears.â His thrusts slow down as he groans with pleasure, his length throbbing inside of you as his pattern shifts to slower, more powerful snaps of his hips into yours. âGonna cumâwhere do youâfuckâwant it?â
âInside,â you stammer, and he pulls back from your ear to look at you with unbridled excitement. âCum inside.â
âGod, youâre gonna be the death of meââ He climaxes without another word, biting down on your neck as he releases into you. His breath is hot against your flesh, moistening the skin as he digs his teeth into you and makes you whine in complaint, only releasing you in favor of sucking at the now sore spot.Â
His thrusts finally come to a stop, Haechan burying himself in you to the hilt as your walls clench around him, milking his orgasm for all itâs worth. Neither of you move for a while, just remaining in the moment with each other, before Haechan slowly pulls out of you and moves to lie on his back beside you.Â
Your walls clench around nothing, your face contorting in discomfort when a mix of your releases feels like itâs leaking out of you.
âIâll be right back,â you murmur softly, and he looks over at you worriedly, the concern fading when you shoot him a warm, reassuring smile. You squeeze his hand comfortingly and climb off of the bed, readjusting your underwear and pulling your shorts back on. You shuffle to the bathroom awkwardly, cleaning yourself up and washing your hands before returning to your room.Â
âHey!â you complain when you return, looking at Haechan under your covers.
He looks at you in surprise, slightly worried. âWas I supposed to be leaving?â
âWhat? Noâyouâre laying on my side.â you explain, pointing at your pillow, and his shoulders slump in relief as he rolls his eyes slightly and shifts over to the other pillow.
âGod, I thought you were having, like, post-nut clarity or something and wanted me to leave, never to be seen again.â he rambles, and you stop mid-stride, looking at him with your eyebrows raised in amusement.
âYouâre ridiculous.â You continue your path to your bed, climbing under the covers and putting the bag of mandarins on your nightstand. âThe only post-nut clarity realization Iâm having is that I am sleepy.âÂ
âMe too,â he sighs. âBe right back,â he says, climbing out of the bed and scooping up the mandarin rinds, tossing them in your garbage on his way out of the room. You curl up on your side as you wait for him to get back, smiling softly to yourself as you recall the events that just transpired.
Your light turns off, shrouding your room in darkness save for where the moonlight delicately peeks through your windows, and Haechan clambers back into the bed, lying behind you stiffly before muttering, âFuck it,â and draping an arm over your stomach, snuggling up to you.
âGood night, Haechan,â you murmur softly, and he hums contently, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.
âGood night.â
Waking up doesnât quite go the way you usually expect.Â
Before you can even open your eyes, you feel an arm draped over your midsection and hear somethingâor someoneâstirring slightly beside you.
In your just-woken-up foggy mindset, you try to recall what in the fresh hell is going on, only to be jolted out of your focus by the realization that you can quite literally feel the person beside you staring at you.
Peeking wonât do any good given that theyâre literally looking dead at you, so you keep working on pushing away the grogginess clouding your sensibilities.Â
âI can tell youâre awake, yâknow.âÂ
Ah. Well, that solves that.
Opening one eye, you peek at Haechan, whoâs watching you in fond amusement with his head propped up on his hand, elbow just beneath the pillow his head was just resting on.Â
âGood morning.â He sounds teasing, the greeting pointed as you realize you havenât yet said anything.
âMorning,â you croak, and he chuckles, settling back down so heâs lying beside you.Â
You move to sit up and he whines immediately, pulling you back down none too gently.Â
âDonât get up yet,â he murmurs, and you furrow your brows.
âWhy not?â
âGive me a second and Iâll think of a really good reason.â
You let out an amused snort and comply, lying back down. You shift slightly so youâre fully on your back and Haechan takes the opportunity to move closer to you, letting out a soft content sigh as he rests his head on your shoulder. âYouâre awfully cuddly.â
âIâm always cuddly,â Haechan counters, and you nod slowly.
âYouâve got a point,â you agree.
He doesnât speak for a moment, instead starting to shift away from you as he says, âI can stop if you wantââ
âNo!â you protest immediately, clutching onto his arm resting on you. âI like it.â He pauses and looks back at you with a relieved smile before settling back into place.Â
âGood.â His arm tightening around you, Haechanâs head ducks down, nuzzling into the space between your chin and shoulder where he exhales softly against your neck, chuckling when you squirm under him.
âMm, you like that?â he murmurs, sucking his teeth when you shake your head. âSure, you donât.â You can practically hear him rolling his eyes and, as if to prove his point, he presses his mouth to your skin in a lazy kiss, lips parting to suck gently.Â
Your breath hitches and he snickers, repeating the action over and over again, lips kissing and sucking with no restraint, lewd grunts leaving him as he positions himself to get better access to you.Â
When his tongue peeks out to lick the dewy patch of skin heâs been sucking on, you accidentally let out a choked whimper and he hesitates before pulling back and looking at you.
Averting your gaze, you canât help but look sheepish under his probing stare, that knowing grin youâre so familiar with growing on his face in your peripheral vision.Â
âDid you just moan?â
âThat was not a moan!â
âSo you admit you made a noise.â He looks smug at your inadvertent confession, and you grumble indistinctly under your breath. âItâs okay if I turn you on, you know.â Haechan says with a sympathetic pat to your hip, cackling when you push him away with an embarrassed huff.Â
âYou suck,â you mutter, and he ducks his head to press an obnoxiously loud and sloppy kiss to your neck. Your squeal of disgust rings out along with his laughter as he shuffles further down on the bed, pressing languid kisses to your body as he goes. âWhere are you going?â you giggle when you feel his fingers inching up the hem of your shirt and his breath exhaling on your navel. âHaechan!â you yelp in alarm as his tongue dips into your belly button, reaching down to swat his head away.
His fingers are hooking in your shorts and yanking them down your legs before you can even process the situation, the blanket lifting slightly for his hand to fling them off the bed.Â
He catches your hand by the wrist and presses it down on the bed by your hip, dotting kisses just above the waistband of your underwear as you wriggle under him uselessly.
âRemember that reason I was gonna give you to stay in bed?â he murmurs, the warmth of his breathing causing arousal to stir in your belly. âThis is it.â He doesnât say anything else, instead kissing your clit over your underwear with a low content hum. Your thighs reflexively move to close him out, but he pins them in place, palms flat against your inner thighs as he spreads them wider.
He presses another kiss to your clothed clitâand another, and another, until the room is filled with the sounds of his noisy kisses and your unsteady breathing. His kisses travel lower until heâs kissing at the very seat of your underwear, teasing over your entrance as his nose rubs against your clit.
Your breath catches in your throat when his tongue flattens against the seat of your underwear, no doubt tasting the arousal thatâs begun to seep through the fabric. His almost ticklish ministrations have your insides fluttering with need and nerves, his moans only escalating the situation as they get lower and longer, croaky with desire.
He drags his tongue up your underwear from your entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around the gentle imprint of the sensitive button and sucking on it until your thighs start to tremble.Â
âHaechan, please,â you whisper, not trusting your voice to remain steady at a louder volume. He hums questioningly, flicking over your clit with the tip of his tongue rapidly and pushing your hips back down when they buck into his face.
âPlease, what?â You canât see him due to his being under the covers, but you can imagine the smug little grin on his face right now.
âPlease donât stop,â you whine, and he humsâloudly and contentlyâbefore pressing another kiss to your clit.
âWouldnât dream of it, baby.â His fingers collect the fabric of your underwear just above your clit and tug it upwards, making you gasp in surprise. He tugs up harder until the thin fabric of the seat of your underwear scrunches together and slips between your lips, flesh spilling out onto either side of the damp, essentially useless garment.
Your moans escalate in pitch as he tugs the underwear up repeatedly, delivering pressure and friction to your clit thatâs almost dizzying but just slightly not enough. His tongue drags up your now exposed lips, sucking them into his mouth and licking over them to coat them with his saliva, replacing the slick arousal leaking from your core.
âHaechan,â you whimper, truthfully unaware of what you wantâyou know you want more, and you know heâs going to give it to you, if not more for himself than for you, if his blissful sighing is anything to go by.Â
He doesnât dignify you with a response, instead releasing your skin from his mouth and latching onto your inner thigh as he slowly kisses at the heated flesh, slowly pulling your underwear to the side to reveal your glistening core.
A sharp intake of breath sounds from under the covers, and before you can ask whatâs happened, he groans and your clit is enveloped in his mouth as he sucks greedily at the bud.
âHoly shit,â you gasp, clutching at the bedsheets over where you know his head to be. The hand heâs been using to hold your wrist hostage slips down to link his fingers with yours in an intimate gesture that makes you glad he canât see your unbelievably flustered face. âFuck, just like that,â you urge quietly, and he responds by rolling his tongue over your clit, only releasing it to lap up the arousal coating your folds.
âTastes so good,â he grunts, lips brushing against your throbbing clit as he speaks. âSuch a pretty pussy, too, baby.â
Your only reply is a weak whimper as his tongue explores your core with an almost feral eagerness. He pauses, fingers slipping from yours as he uses both hands to yank your underwear as far down your legs as he can manage while still being between them, and resumes his fervent licking, digits linking with yours once more.
Tugging the hood of your clit back to expose more of the sensitive bud, he coos affectionately at the revealed buttonâan action that makes your cheeks burn from shynessâand flicks his tongue all over and around it before sucking it into his mouth and humming contently.
âYou like that, yeah?â Haechanâs voice is throaty when he speaks, thick with desire as he practically slurs his words at you. âLike when I suck on your little clit like that?â
âYeah,â you whine breathlessly, nodding vigorously even though he canât see you. âYeah, I like itââ
âWanna feel my tongue in your pretty pussy, baby? Hm?â Heâs practically taunting you, but you canât even be bothered to care, your climax hovering just out of reach. âWanna fuck yourself on my tongue?â
âShut up, just pleaseââ You donât get to finish whatever thought you were going to vocalize, as Haechanâs tongue prodding at your entrance wipes your mind clear of any functionality. âYesâmoreâneed moreââ
He licks all around your entrance first, loud and lewd noises of him lapping up your slick barely muffled by the barrier of the comforter, but finally obliges, pushing his pointed tongue into you as far as the pink muscle will allow.
The sigh of relief you let out is cathartic, the sound tapering off into an unmistakable moan as he urges your hips down towards his face. Taking the cue, you rock your hips into his face, movements jerky as his tongue glides in and out of you and renders you incapable of anything other than moaning and fucking onto him.
âHaechan, gonnaâIâm gonnaââ you moan, body shuddering with anticipation, and he just keeps guiding your hips against his face, not stopping even as your peak hits and your muscles stiffen reflexively, movements stuttering to a stop as you remain frozen, hips in the air and abdomen tightening. He smacks your ass lightly to get your attention and resumes your motions against his mouth, nose deliberately bumping against your highly sensitive clit. âShit, Haechan, Iâm doneââ
Your weak attempts to wriggle away from him are only met with a forceful yanking of your body back into place and his tongue retracting from you in favor of licking at your clit. âIâm not,â Haechan mumbles determinedly, and the urgency in his voice makes you balk, your breath hitching again as he licks you to yet another climax.Â
When you come down from this high, your mind is fuzzy in the best of ways, your consciousness only distantly aware of Haechan emerging from under the covers and reassuming his position next to you with a pleased hum, pressing his spit and arousal slicked lips to your collarbone in a quick kiss.
âThat was fun,â he coos, his nose brushing against your neck, and you chuckle weakly, nodding.Â
âIt was more than fun.âÂ
âGood. In that case,â Haechan muses, his arm tightening around you as he pulls you impossibly closer. He tangles his legs with yours, his knee pushing against your half-removed underwear, and continues, âI think I earned staying in bed with you for a bit longer, yeah?â
âYeah,â you half-chuckle, half-exhale, and he grins, lips pressed against your neck.
âGood. Now go back to sleep,â he urges, and youâre about to attempt to oblige when a knock on your door jolts you both out of your daze. His eyes widening almost comically, he ducks his head back under the covers and you redistribute the comforter to look slightly less suspicious.
âCome in!â you call, and the door opens to reveal Mijoo leaning against your door frame. âHey!â
âGood morning,â she greets you with a warm smile. âWeâre ordering breakfast from the diner down the street; do you want anything?â
âUhâthe breakfast platter with waffles, please.â you answer, and she nods.
âGreat. Hey, Haechan?â she calls, and you both stiffen before a sheepish Haechan pokes his head out from under the covers. âDo you want breakfast?â
âYes, please,â he says eagerly, and you snort in amusement. âCan I have the breakfast platter with waffles, too?â
âYou got it.â Mijoo raises two fingers to her head in a mock salute before moving to shut the door.Â
âWait!â you whisper-shout after her, and she pauses, raising an eyebrow at you expectantly. âHow did you know Haechan was here?â
âHis shoes are by the front door,â she answers simply, and your body slackens with relief. âYou moaning his name also helped.â
ââŠSorry.â you mumble sheepishly, and she shrugs.
âYouâre lucky we were already awake.â
âWe werenât that loud!â Your brows furrow as you look at her defensively, and she snickers, shaking her head.
âYouâre right; Iâm just messing with you.â she smiles teasingly, and you huff, frowning at her petulantly. âOkay, gonna go order now.â
A small âhmphâ is all you have to say, and she shuts the door, leaving you and Haechan alone with each other once more.
Looking over at you curiously, Haechan grins before leaning up to kiss between your eyebrows where the skin is furrowed, then your nose, and finally your lips, his mouth lingering against yours.Â
âYouâre cute when you pout.â he mumbles fondly, and your cheeks blaze something fierce as you fight down a bashful smile. He pulls back slightly, studying your face before connecting your mouths again, this time parting his lips and sneaking his tongue into your mouth. The taste of your arousal transfers from his tongue to yours and you canât help but whine from how arousing it is to taste yourself on someone else. âDonât tempt me.â he mutters against your lips, and you nod in understanding.
âSorry.â you say softly, and he chuckles before pressing a light kiss to your lips again and pulling back.
âItâs okay. Now, we only have so much more nap time before the food gets here,â he reminds you, collapsing back onto the bed and pulling you into his embrace, âso weâd better make the most of it.â
âHaechan, we canât sleep now,â you point out, âwe have to at least wash up and get dressed or something.â
âButââ he whines, and you kiss him quickly to shut him up.Â
It works.
âWe can do all that and then, if thereâs still time, we can come and get back in bed,â you suggest, and he screws his face up in thought. âItâs not like youâre gonna wanna get back in bed once we get up, anyway.â
âIâll take that challenge!â He releases you and rolls out of the bed, miscalculating slightly as he falls on the floor with a thud and an âoof!â
âIt wasnât a challenge,â you reply, trying (and failing) to hold back your laughter as you peer over the edge of your bed at a disgruntled Haechan lying spread-eagled on his back.
âStop laughing,â he gripes, reaching a hand out to you. âHelp me up?â he asks hopefully, and you take his hand to pull him up, yelping in shock when he tugs hard and pulls you out of the bed and on top of him. âOof!âÂ
âGenius.â you drawl, and his hands just link behind you on the small of your back.
âNow, whoâs laughing?â he points out, and you raise an eyebrow.
âStill me. You broke my fall.â you say with a snicker, and he hesitates before huffing in mild frustration.
âWell, maybe I should get a reward for being so gentlemanly.â He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively. âLike a kiss.â
âGiven that youâre the reason I even had a fall to break,â you answer, patting his chest, âIâm gonna pass.â His face falls as he frowns up at you, and you roll your eyes, leaning down and pressing the quickest of kisses to his cheek before standing up and pulling your (highly uncomfortable, now cold and damp) underwear back up your legs to retain whatever dignity you have left.
âAw, I only get a cheek kiss for breaking your fall?â he complains as you pull him to his feet, and you stare at him, unimpressed.
âYouâre the reason I fell!â
âExcuses, excuses, excuses,â he grumbles, waving you off dismissively. âWe live in a cruel and unjust world.â
âThat we do,â you agree. âNow go put some pants on.â
âI think they gave you more food than me,â Haechan sulks, and you look at his container, then yours, then back at his.
âThey definitely did.â you agree, grinning.
He narrows his eyes at you. âDonât gloat.â
âBut I love gloating,â you say with a frown. âItâs my third favorite thing to do.â
âOh, yeah?â Haechan chuckles, looking over at you. âWhatâs the first?â
âBragging.â
He snorts loudly. âGot it. Second?â
âRubbing things in peopleâs faces.â You grin at him, and he raises one eyebrow. You suspect youâve walked into a trap of some sort. âWhat?â
âI know something you could rub in my face.â He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and your eyes widen as you smack his arm and turn away from him to hide your incredibly flustered face. âIâm kidding!â You peek over your shoulder at him to see his hands raised in surrender and you cautiously turn back to face forward. âUnlessâŠâ
âHaechan, get out!â you shriek, the warmth returning to your face as you wave him away frantically.
âNo can do, sorry.â He shrugs in your peripheral vision. âI wanna see how cute you look all flustered.â
âStop teasing me,â you huff.
âBut I love teasing,â Haechan says, nudging your side pointedly as he throws your words back in your face. âItâs my third favorite thing to do.â
âIâm not gonna ask what the first two are,â you mumble, turning back to face forward when the heat in your cheeks has dissipated somewhat and you feel less flustered.
âAw, câmon,â he whines, shaking your arm. âPlease?â
âNo.â
âPlease?â
âNope.â
He takes a deep breath. âPlease, please, please, please, pleaseââ
âOh, my God, fine!â you exclaim, lunging at him and clapping a hand over his mouth. âWhat are the first two things?â you ask, cautiously moving your hand. You move to sit back in your spot, but Haechan grabs your arm thatâs propping you up above him, keeping you in place.
âKissing you is second.â He looks up at you with bright eyes and you would scoff and disregard the comment if it didnât seem so genuine, a bashful smile curling your lips.
âWhatâs first?â You blink down at him curiously.Â
âHanging out with you.â He grins widely, and you open and close your mouth pointlessly, no words coming forth to rescue you from looking stupid. âCute.â he coos, leaning up so youâre face to face. Studying your face carefully, his lips part slightly as he tilts his head to the side. Speaking softly, he asks, âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
âDepends,â you answer, speaking just as softly. âAre you thinking about the fact that eggs donât taste good cold?â
He gives you a disapproving look. âNo, actually. Now I am.â
âGreat,â you muse, pulling back and sitting in your spot once more. âNow eat so I can press play.â You gesture with your fork towards your laptop which is sitting just in front of you both, the screen paused on a scene from Chicken Little.Â
âI donât know why we didnât pick a Christmas movie to watch.â Haechan says with a small huff. âWhereâs your holiday spirit?â
âWe can watch a different movie,â you reply easily, gesturing towards the screen. âJust pick one.â
âOh, hell yeah,â he mutters triumphantly under his breath, pulling the laptop to his lap.
âDonât get syrup on my laptop!â you scold, plucking his fork from his hand and putting it in his container of food.
âSorry, babe,â he mumbles distractedly, too focused on browsing for a good movie to notice the pet name that slipped out.
You, however, are unoccupied and therefore fully aware of it, your body freezing momentarily. Your face heats up for what feels like the millionth time and you partially forget that thereâs food in your mouth, your jaw hanging slightly open as you sit in a stunned silence.
âFound one!â Haechan announces proudly, placing your laptop back on the bed and looking over at you, his brow furrowing in confusion. âYou okay?â
âYep!â you agree way too quickly.
His eyes narrow. âThat was way too quick.â
Damn it. âIâm okay,â you assure him, and he scrutinizes you for a moment longer before seeming to let it go and returning his attention to his food. Desperate to change the subject, you look at the screen and nod in approval. âThe Grinchânice choice.â
âThank you,â he replies, smiling with satisfaction as he presses the spacebar to play the movie. You two eat in silence for a moment as the beginning credits roll, Haechan for some reason waiting until the movie actually starts to speak. âOh, speaking of holiday spiritââ
âYou couldnât say this before the movie started?â You look at him in disbelief, and he frowns (very cutely, once again) at you. âSorry,â you mutter. âContinue.â
âThank you,â he replies, the smile back on his face. âWeâre having a holiday party on Christmas, and youâre invited.âÂ
âMe?â You point at yourself, confused, and he shoots you a funny look.
âNo, the ghost slightly to your left.â He replies sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, Haechan letting out a small laugh. âYes, you.â
âOkay,â you say slowly, processing. âCan I bring Mijoo and Chuu?â
âDuh?â He shoots you another funny look. âAre you sure youâre okay?â
âI am!â you defend yourself, a bit too loudly for your tastes this time. âI am,â you repeat, sounding more normal. âYou only invited me, so I figuredââ
âWell, youâre the only other person in this room.â He points out, and you nod slowly.
âFair.â
âI mean, I do want you to comeâlike, specifically you.â Haechan clarifies, and you look over at him curiously.
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he nods. âItâs a good time to give you your present.â
âYou got me a present?â you ask softly, surprised, and if he shoots you any more funny looks, you think youâll throttle him. âI just didnât expect it!â
âWhy not?â He stares at you, confused. âYou think Iâd invite you to a Christmas party and not give you a Christmas present?â
âGood point, I guess.â you say mostly to yourself. âI can give you yours then, too.âÂ
He clutches his chest dramatically, eyes sparkling with emotion. âYou got me a present?â
You stare at him blankly, and he drops the act, looking at you pointedly.
âThatâs how ridiculous you were just now.â He raises his eyebrows, and you gasp in disbelief.
âI didnât moon over you, Haechan,â you defend yourself, and he shrugs.
âMaybe you shouldâve. It wouldâve been cute.â He grins at you, and you narrow your eyes. âKidding!â
âNo, youâre not.â
âNo, I am not.â Haechan confirms, shaking his head.Â
âAnyway,â you continue, side-eyeing him. âWill there be snacks?â
âYep! The festive kind,â he says proudly. âEggnogâŠgingerbread cookiesâŠsugar cookiesâŠâ
âPeppermint bark?â you ask hopefully, and Haechan looks over at you with a small smile and a soft, fond look in his eyes.
âWhy? Do you like peppermint bark?â
You suck your teeth, trying not to roll your eyes. âNo, I actually canât be within thirty yards of it for legal reasonsâyes, I like peppermint bark!â
âSassy pants.â he mutters under his breath. âIf you like peppermint bark, then there will be peppermint bark.â He smiles at you, and you bounce twice in place from excitement.Â
âYay! Iâll be there.â you assure him. âDo I have to get Jaemin and Renjun presents, too?âÂ
âNah, you donât actually have to get anyone anything, actually. Just show up with good vibes.â He leans back against your headboard and smiles contently at you, unperturbed by your disapproving frown.Â
âDid you get Mijoo and Chuu anything?â you ask, and he shakes his head. âMm, but Iâm a guestâŠâ
âAnd Iâm a host, and I hereby absolve you of any gift-buying duties.â Haechan announces with an air of grandeur, waving his hand dramatically. You snort in amusement and he looks at you with a satisfied grin. âI got Renjunâs and Jaeminâs gifts alreadyâgave myself a paper cut trying to wrap it.â He frowns, showing you his thumb with a red line running along the knuckle, and you wince.
âPoor Haechan.â You pout, and he nods, batting his lashes at you in a pronounced display of cuteness. âWait right here.â You pat his knee and get off of the bed, heading to the bathroom and returning with a bandage.Â
âSpongeBob?â Haechan chuckles softly as you bring his hand onto your lap so you can apply the cartoon-themed bandage. âHow old are you, again?â
âYou can always leave,â you remind him in a warning tone, not looking up as you peel the backing strips off.
âI love SpongeBob, actually. Love that spongy guy.â Haechan says quickly, and you snicker quietly.
âYeah, thatâs more like it.â You wrap the bandage around his thumb and pat it gently for good measure, looking up at him. Heâs staring at you with that unreadable look again, a soft smile on his lips, and you blink at him, confused. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he says quietly, looking down at your handiwork. âI think it needs something.â
âWe have ointment if you want it, I just figured you didnât need it because itâs a paper cutââ Your words stop abruptly when Haechan brings his thumb up to your face, level with your mouth. âCan I help you?â
âKiss it,â he presses, wiggling the appendage in front of your face. âTo help it heal.â
âYouâre kidding, right?â Your voice is flat but incredulous, and he frowns at you.
âSo you can suck on my fingers,â he starts, your eyes widening in shock, âbut you canât give my thumb a teeny little kiss to make it better?âÂ
You stare at him. He matches your gaze with a smug little challenge glinting in his eyes. You lean forward and press a small kiss over the bandage where the small wound is, and he smiles in satisfaction.Â
âFeels better already,â he coos teasingly, and you scoff, trying and failing to hide your amusement.Â
âOkay, Iâm gonna reheat my food and youâre gonna rewind the movie because we missed the whole beginning.â You get off the bed and Haechan offers you his container with a hopeful smile that only widens when you roll your eyes and take it from him.
âYouâre the best!â He shouts as you head out of your room.
âI know!â you call back casually, doing an excellent job at hiding how the compliment makes you more than a bit giddy inside.
The day of the Christmas party has finally come, and youâre filled with nerves for some reason.
In the past couple of days leading up to the party, you and your friends have been wrapped up in work shifts, the holiday season bringing in extra high customer volume. It normally wouldnât be a big deal, but this means you havenât really had time to hang out with anyone, least of all Haechan.
And you miss him. You miss him more than you thought possible, miss his smile, his laugh, the twinkle in his eyes when he teases youâ
It hits you when youâre walking home from work the day of the party: you really like Haechan. Likeâa lot.
You already knew you were into him because, well, you canât even think about him without feeling the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl. Itâs the gravity of your feelings that startle you.Â
More than kissing him, you like holding his hands and listening as he tells you the story of his crooked pinky for the millionth time.
More than sleeping with him, you like hanging out with him; no responsibilities, no expectations, no pressure, and you always leave feeling better than when you met up with him.
Itâs this realization that has you hopping in the shower and dressing up slightly nicer before gathering your gifts in a tote bagâwell, the ones you can fit, at least.
You knock on their front door and nibble your bottom lip gently before stopping abruptly, not wanting to do away with all of your lip balm before you even set foot in the party.
âHey, you made it!â Jaemin cheers when he opens the door, and you canât help but laugh at his joy.
âYeah! Traffic was crazy in the fifteen feet between our front doors, but I made it,â you joke, following Jaemin into the living room. âOh, I have your present!â You root through your bag before gently procuring his gift and handing it to him with a smile.Â
His eyes widen and he coos fondly, reaching for it and cupping it in his hands. âI may be an adult in many forms of the word, but I have a soft spot for stuffed animals and this? This is just about the cutest stuffed animal Iâve ever seen.â He cradles the white bunny plushie like an infant, humming contently, and you blink in surprise.
âIâm glad you love it, donât get me wrong,â you say slowly, âbut you seem a lot more excited than I expected.â
âI may have had some eggnog,â he whispers conspiratorially, looking at your raised eyebrows and the unanswered question still written plainly on your face and continuing on to say, âI heard a rumor that itâs spiked.â
âWho started that?â you ask, confused, and Jaemin rubs the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly.
âWell, I did.â he answers. âBecause Iâm the one that spiked it.â
âAh.â You nod in understanding, patting his chest gently. âThatâs nice, Jaemin. Have, um, you seenââ
âHaechanâs in the kitchen.â he answers with a knowing smile, clearly coherent enough to know where you were going with your sentence. Or maybe itâs just that obvious that you could only be looking for him.
âGreat,â you exhale in relief, nodding once before heading towards the kitchen.Â
âIâll give you your gift when itâs gift exchange time!â Jaemin calls after you, and your brows furrow.
âWouldâve been helpful to let me know thereâs a gift exchange time.â You shake it off as you enter the kitchen and stop short as your eyes land on the person you were looking for.
Haechanâs back is facing you, hunched over as he fiddles with something you canât see. There are a few other people in the kitchen, but they melt into the background as you clear your throat loudly, smiling when Haechan jolts in surprise before turning around to lock eyes with you.
You want to say that your heart didnât skip a beat from seeing his face light up at the sight of you, but youâve never been a very good liar. You offer a small wave in reply as he crosses the kitchen to get to you, barely having time to drop your arm before heâs pulling you into a tight hug.Â
âArenât you a sight for sore eyes?â Haechan pulls his head back slightly to grin at you. âIâm happy you made it.â
âMe too,â you say just loudly enough for him to hear, tucking your head back into the hug to hide the giddy smile overtaking your lips. Pulling away from the hug somewhat reluctantly, you take in his outfit andââWhat are you wearing?â
Haechan looks down at his uglyâan understatement, reallyâChristmas sweater, obnoxiously vibrant and colorful with a gaudy reindeer on the front, stitched to be three-dimensional, and huffs petulantly. âIâm dressed for the festivities!â
âYou look like the festivities threw up on your sweater.â you remark plainly, and he grumbles incoherently, wrinkling his nose in disapproval.
âWords hurt, you know.âÂ
âYouâre right,â you agree, raising your hands in surrender. âI am so sorry. How in the world shall I make it up to you?â Your robotic and wholly insincere delivery just makes Haechan narrow his eyes at you, a snicker escaping you as you avert your gaze.
âA kiss might help.â He raises an eyebrow expectantly, a smug twinkle in his eye.
âI donât know,â you mumble as you think about itâyour friends and these other perfect strangers have never seen you kiss before, and you donât know what the implications of such a public display of affection could be, andâ
âYou donât have much of a choice, actually,â Haechan replies proudly, jerking his head towards the ceiling when you look at him in confusion.
You follow his direction with your eyes and there, hanging neatly from the ceilingâs smoke detector, is mistletoe.
You roll your eyes, pursing your lips in an attempt to hide the fond and amused smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. You grip the front of his hideous sweater and pull him closer to you, pressing the quickest of pecks to his lips you think youâve ever placed.
His eyes barely get a chance to close before theyâre flying open in surprise and he opens his mouth to complain, but you hold a finger up to silence him.
âThat was a kiss.â you point out.
âA tiny one.â Haechan counters with a displeased frown, but one look down at your fist still holding his sweater makes him smile softly, apparently unable to maintain his dissatisfied appearance.
âI still did it.â You shrug, releasing his sweater and smoothing down the yarn you bunched up by accident. There really isnât much of any way you could have made the sweater look worse by wrinkling it, truly, but itâs the gesture that counts.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â he mumbles, eyes darting to something over your shoulder before they widen slightly and he looks back at you. âYouâre just in time for the gift exchange, actually. Do you want something to eat or drink before we go into the living room?â  Â
âSure,â you agree, and he leads you to the counter he was standing at when you came in. Your face lights up at a familiar snack as you reach your hand into the bowl and pull out a small fistful of individually wrapped chocolate pieces. âYou got the peppermint bark!â
âThat I did.â He smiles widely, clearly proud of himself, and you wrap your arm around his waist, squeezing gently. âOh, and tip? Donât drink the eggnog.â
âYeah, Jaemin said he spiked it.â you snicker, and Haechan sucks his teeth.
âI knew it tasted funny.âÂ
The gift exchange goes about as smoothly as youâd expect. Chuuâs very appreciative of her reading pillow and bedside lamp, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she opens the gift from you, and youâre pleasantly surprised to see that Chuu got you one of the books you always mention that youâve never quite gotten around to reading.
(âNow you donât have any excuses,â Chuu says, smiling, and you nod slowly.
âI bet Iâll think of some more.â)
Youâre thrilled when Mijoo gives you your gift, a full gel nail kit, and her expression no doubt matches yours when you take her back to the apartment to reveal her brand new mini skincare fridge.
(âI know this is for face masks and ampoules and the like, butââ Mijoo starts.
âYouâre gonna put some snacks in it, arenât you?â
âIâm definitely gonna put some snacks in it.â She nods in agreement before you two laugh and head back to the party.)
âHey,â Haechan calls softly from behind you, and you turn to face him, noticing in your peripheral vision that Mijoo and Chuu give each other a knowing look before disappearing into the party. âI wanna give you your present.â
âYeah, me too.â you reply, feeling an anxious thrumming in your stomach out of nowhere. Will he like it? Does he even really want it?
âOver here,â Haechan says, taking your hand and leading you to a more secluded corner of the party where the holiday music somehow doesnât quite seem to reach as well.Â
âOkay, how are we doing this?â you ask, reaching in your bag and pulling his gift out, holding it behind your back. âOn three?â You brace yourself to reveal the gift only to panic and shake your head. âNever mindâI wanna go first.â
âOkay,â he chuckles, smiling at you with a delicate fondness you donât often see from him.Â
âOkay, close your eyes and put your hand out.â you urge him, and he obliges, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he waits.Â
He looks so incredibly kissable right now, actually, you think. His lashes flutter delicately on his cheekbones and you can count each lovely little mole on his face without him making a teasing remark about how youâre mesmerized by him, and his lips look so soft and invitingâ
âHello?â Haechan laughs, and you blink out of your daze.
Right. Back on track. You swallow the lump in your throat and place his gift in his hand, clearing your throat nervously.
âYou can open your eyes now.â You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet anxiously as he opens his eyes and looks down at his hand.Â
âNo way,â he whispers, blinking down at the vinyl in his hand in disbelief. âYouâre kidding.â
âI am not,â you chuckle nervously, and he looks up from the vinyl to you in awe.
âI thought you said the record store was sold outââ This is the softest youâve ever heard him speak, you think, and itâs actually very endearing.
âI may have fibbed.â You shrug casually, and a surprised laugh escapes him as he turns the vinyl this way and that. âThere was one left. I hid it so I could buy it for you, because I know you love Michael Jackson, and itâs limited edition and probably very cool for a Michael Jackson fan such as yourself to haveâyâknowââ
âYouâre rambling, cutie.â Haechan cuts you off gently, amusement bright in his eyes as he watches you, and he definitely solved the problem of you talking too much, but the casual pet name has now rendered you mute. âThank you so much,â he says sincerely, looking you in the eyes.
You manage to find the words to express yourself once more. âYou really like it?â
âI fucking love it. Iâm gonna display it in my room and brag about it whenever people come over.â He is most definitely not lying, you realize by the puff in his chest, and you bite back a giggle, feeling like a weight is lifted off of your shoulders.Â
âIâm glad youâre happy,â you sigh in relief.
âMy turn.â Haechan announces, gently setting the vinyl down on an armchair nearby and bringing his other hand from behind his back to hand you a small rectangular box. âItâs wrapped, so you gotta unwrap it.â
âI do think Iâm aware of how wrapped presents work, yeah.â You canât help but tease him lightly, and he laughs, shaking his head.
âBe nice, Iâm nervous,â he whines, and you coo sympathetically as you gingerly open the wrapping paper.
âI donât think Iâve ever seen you nervousââ Your lightly teasing words stop short when you lift the lid of the small white box and see the contents. âOh, my God.âÂ
âItâs, uh,â Haechan rushes to explain, gesturing at the box, âI got it custom made with these little, uh, mandarin charms,â he points at the small orange charms on the bracelet, âbecause we always eat mandarins together, yâknow? Like, itâs kind of our thing.â
âYeah,â you say softly. âHaechan, I love it.â
You can hear his exhale of relief and his body goes slack, finally relaxing in your side view. âI was hoping you would.â
âCan you put it on me?â You feel like you canât raise your voice past this murmur for fear that itâll shatter the delicate and intimate moment you two have built with each other.
âYeah,â Haechan says immediately, a smile audible in his voice. You hand him the box and he lifts the bracelet out of its velvety encasing, the dim but warm lighting of the living room catching the bracelet and making it glint beautifully.
âThis must have been expensive,â you worry, and he shakes his head.
âNothing I canât handle,â he assures you. âNow that vinyl must have been crazy priceyââ
âIt wasnât too bad with the employee discount,â you half-lie; if it wasnât for your employee discount and some serious sweet-talking to your favorite manager, you probably would have been living off of leftovers for a week or two.
âGimme your wrist,â he murmurs quietly, and you comply, offering him your arm and watching as his hands fasten the clasp around your wrist. It looks stunning on your skin and you honestly canât imagine taking it off anytime soon. âIt looks beautiful on you,â Haechan compliments, and you laugh softly, shyly.Â
âThanks,â you mumble, and youâre now very aware that Haechanâs gaze has shifted from your wrist to studying your face, his intent stare sending nervous jitters throughout your body even as you avoid it. Slowly, you drag your gaze up from your linked hands to meet his eyes, and youâre all but floored by the intensity in his stare, his gaze somehow both unreadable and perfectly easy to comprehend.
Itâs a myriad of emotionsâfondness, desire, determination, passionâall packed into one heavy-lidded stare as he wets his bottom lip. His fingers loop around your wrist, just below the bracelet, and he tugs you closer gently, coaxing you into his embrace as his free arm wraps around your waist.Â
Gazing into your eyes, he smiles secretively before looking up at the ceiling pointedly. When you look up, you already have a feeling about what youâre going to find, letting out a small laugh of disbelief when you see yet another mistletoe dangling from the ceiling.
âDid you plan this?â When you look back at him, his eyes are trained on your mouth and he leans in closer to you, his nose nudging against yours as his smile softens. Â
âOf course I did.â His words are a soft murmur against your lips before heâs kissing you, and the way he does makes your head spin.
His arm tightens around your waist and his other hand holds your chin, gently tilting your head towards him so he can kiss you better. His lips move slowly against yours, leisurely yet still intense as he hums contently.
You feel like youâre kissing him for the first time by your sink all over again, excitement trickling through you like the soapy water dripped down your arms that first time and the chatter in the backgroundâeven the faint whoops you hear that most likely mean youâve been spottedâfading into nothingness.
Thereâs no one around that matters but you and Haechan, and you could probably live in this moment forever.Â
He gently separates from the kiss, resting his forehead on yours as you both attempt to catch your breath.
âHaechan,â you murmur softly, âif you kiss me like that again, Iâm gonna think youâre in love with me.â Your attempt to lighten the mood to steady your pounding heart goes unanswered, Haechan surprisingly silent. You look up at him curiously to see, with a jolt of surprise, that heâs already looking at you, his expression unreadable yet immediately comprehensible like earlier, but thereâs a fire to it, a burning insistence that makes you swallow thickly. âDonât joke like that.â
He regards you with a raised brow. âWho says Iâm joking?â At your skeptical silence, he scoffs in amusement, squeezing your waist gently. âYou have to know Iâm, like, crazy about you by now.â
You gape at him. âReally?â
He gapes right back at you. âYes!â he answers exasperatedly. âI went to Etsy for you,â Haechan sounds incredulous, continuing on even as you start to laugh, âI donât think you know how confusing it was to order a charm bracelet with mandarin oranges on it? The shop people probably thought it was ridiculous.â
âNo,â you console him immediately, draping your arms around his neck. âThey probably thought it was very thoughtful, romantic, and sweet. Just like me.âÂ
He looks up at you, hope in his eyes. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you confirm. âPlus, it could be worseâyou could have done all that just to get rejected or something.â
âSo, Iâm definitely not getting rejected right now, right?â Heâs only half-joking, making you roll your eyes and shake your head.
âNo, Iâm definitely not rejecting you. Maybe Iâm kinda crazy about you, too.â you admit with a small smile, and his face lights up, his smile one of the most radiant youâve seen from him since meeting him. He studies your face, taking it in like itâs the last time heâll ever see it, and you can practically feel the question on the tip of his tongue. âWhat is it?â
âDo you wanna get out of here?â he asks, smiling like he knows something you donât.
You nod slowly, offering him a wry smile as you say, âIâm in; we can have a night out on the town or something.â
âYeah?â He sounds slightly surprised but thrilled nonetheless, and you nod, your smile widening.
âYeah. Renjun gave me a $50 gift card to Home Depot, so Iâm thinking things might get a little crazy.â you deadpan, and Haechan snorts loudly in amusement, his eyes widening like he didnât expect to do it.
âHome Depot?â Bless his heart, Haechan does make an attempt to hide his amusement, but he gives up and bursts out laughing. âWhy would heââ
âI donât know.â You hold your hands up in surrender. âI gave him art supplies, nice and thoughtful, and he gave me a gift card to a store Iâve never even set foot in.â
âYâknow, thereâs actually something kind of sexy about Home Depot.â Haechan hums, swaying the two of you from side to side. âMaybe itâs the smell of brand new appliances and stuff.â
âI canât say I know what appliances smell like off the top of my head.â you say thoughtfully, and Haechan nods.
âYeah, neither can I; I just said that to make you feel better.â
âArenât you sweet?â you coo sarcastically, pinching his cheek.
He swats your hand away with a laugh before saying, âSpeaking of sweetâI just remembered to tell you that Jaemin loves his present.â
âReally? I mean, I kinda figured, what with the way he fawned over it when I gave it to him, but Iâm glad to know he really likes it.â
âYeah, I saw him clutching it as he threw up in the toilet.âÂ
You wrinkle your nose. âWhat a lovely mental image.â
âSorry,â he chuckles.
âYâknow, I really didnât have much confidence in my gift-giving skills, but then I met Jaemin and Renjun. So, like, at least I know thereâs worse out there.â
âWhat did Jaemin get you?â he laughs, his arms tightening around your waist.
You stare at him blankly. âA cookbook.â
Haechanâs confusion is palpable. âYou donât even cook like thatââ
âI donât even cook like that!â you agree emphatically, and he snickers.
âThatâs awfully domestic of them, honestly.â
âIsnât it? Are they hinting that I should start settling down or something?â
âMaybe theyâre hinting that youâre wife material.â
âIâm pending âwife materialâ status; I need to learn to cook and navigate Home Depot, apparently.â
âSpeaking of Home Depot,â Haechan pipes up, giving you a lingering kiss. âIf we go to Home Depot, we can make out in the gardening aisle.â
You pull back just in time to snort in amusement. âHow very romantic.â
âListen, Iâm trying to work with what weâve got,â Haechan defends himself, and you roll your eyes, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you scratch gently at his scalp on the back of his neck.
âWe could listen to your new vinyl in your room and make out in there,â you suggest, and he brightens up, nodding eagerly.
âWhat a good idea,â he agrees, tucking your head against him to hug you properly.Â
After a moment, you shift uncomfortably. âHaechan, is that your phone in your pocket or did all that Home Depot talk get you worked up?â
âWhat are you talking about?â His voice is muffled against your neck as he speaks, but you can hear his confusion regardless. âMy phone is in my back pocket.â
âHaechan, donât tell me youâre seriously chubbed up right now in the middle of this Christmas party.â
âFirst of all: please never say âchubbed upâ again.â
âAgreed.â
âThank you,â Haechan sighs in relief. âSecond of all, thatâs my remote.â
Itâs your turn to be confused, apparently. âRemote to what?â
Releasing you from his embrace, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a simple remote, pressing it, and you watch as his sweater starts to flash bright lights.
Youâre silent for a moment. âI didnât think it could get any worse.âÂ
âAw, come on!â
âNo, Iâm seriousâit looks like the festivities threw up on you and now, apparently, they had some string lights in there too.â
Haechan pouts deeply. âAh, you are so mean, seriously.â
âIf weâre making out at all tonight, that hideous sweater comes off.â You point accusingly at the offensive garment, glaring at the wonky-eyed reindeer.
âNo way.â Haechan disagrees immediately. âThe reindeer sweater stays on during sex.â
âI will never sleep with you again.â
âOn second thought, we could burn it. Burning it sounds good.â
âBaby, show me that last dance again,â Haechan urges you, jerking his chin at the open space of the living room youâve been using as a makeshift dance floor.
You spring up from the couch, using a hand on his leg to brace yourself, and make your way to the middle of the room, taking a moment to recall the dance steps.
âItâs like this.â You hum a tune to yourself as you mime holding someoneâs hand and their shoulder, swinging your hips as you move sideways, lifting your knee at the end before repeating the actions in the other direction. You look up at Haechan as you dance, immediately averting your gaze when you meet his eyes and take in his intense stare.
âAnd thatâs the bachata?â he asks, raising his eyebrows curiously when you two lock eyes. You nod, and so does he. âYou look good doing it.â He smiles and pushes off of the couch, taking the place of your invisible dance partner. Placing your hand on his shoulder, he rests his on your waist, lacing your fingers with his own and tugging you closer. âDance with me now.â
âYou got it?â you ask in surprise, and he nods.
âQuick learner.â he explains, smiling. Heâs not wrong, you realize as you hum your little song and lead him into the dance. He moves smoothly and attractively, his steps confident but not too serious.
âYouâre good,â you murmur in surprise, and he chuckles.
âI have a good teacher.â When youâve completed two sequences from one side to the other, he twirls you, laughing when you yelp in surprise and clutch onto him tightly. âYouâre not gonna fall, baby.â
âI know,â you murmur, resting your chin on his shoulder. âI trust you.â
âYou trust me?â Haechanâs voice is soft, his fingers just as gentle as his tone as they stroke at your back, and you nod, knowing he can feel it as opposed to see it. âThen close your eyes.âÂ
You move back so he can see when you comply, and he grips you a bit tighter, turning you to the side and dipping you, his laugh ringing out with yours as you burst into tickled giggles.
âSee? I trust you.â You still donât open your eyes as you speak, the inaction triggering a jolt of surprise when his nose brushes against yours.
His lips connect with yours soon after, nudging them apart to kiss you sweetly. He stands you both upright once more and wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you in closer with a hum and tugging gently on your bottom lip.Â
He peppers kisses down to your neck where they slow down, growing languid and needy as he latches onto various spots of your neck and sucks gently.Â
âThat tickles,â you giggle, squirming away, but he just locks his arm around you, holding you firmly in place as he continues to attack your neck. âHaechan,â you whine pleadingly, and he groans against your skin.
âMm, yeah, love when you say my name like that.â He nips at your flesh, lapping his tongue over the sore spot in a wordless apology.Â
âHaechan!â You attempt to scold him, but the pleasure gets to you, his name coming out even needier than before.
âJust like that, baby.â he grunts, sucking harder at a spot near the base of your neck that, despite your conscious desires, has you tipping your head back to allow him better access. âSee? You love it.â His free hand trails down your backside, hiking up your shirt to grab your ass, clad only in black lacy underwear.
Youâve essentially given up on getting him to stop, finally succumbing to your desires and pushing your hips into his. He chuckles, the sound low in his throat and undeniably smug, and backs towards the couch, releasing you and plopping down on the seat.
He pats his lap with an inviting wiggle of his brows, his grin widening when you take the invitation and sit sideways on his lap, leaning your side against his chest.Â
âWhere was I?â he murmurs, kissing up your shoulder and making a determined path to your neck. You wiggle away at the last minute and press your lips to his before he can inevitably protest. His complaining whine abruptly changes to a pleased humming sound as he kisses you over and over (and over) again, alternating between quick, soft kisses and lingering, needier ones.Â
His hand slides up your thigh purposefully, moving between your legs and hiking up the hem of the shirt youâre wearing. He grins against your lips when you part your legs slightly, allowing him to stroke along your inner thighs.
âYour skin feels so soft,â he murmurs against your lips, âand your kisses taste so sweetâIâm in heaven.â
âYouâre so dramatic.â you snicker, and he shakes his head, parting from the kiss to look at you with bright, earnest eyes.
âIâm serious,â he promises, his gaze dropping to where his hand disappears between your legs. âI could stay like this forever.â
âWell, unfortunately,â you murmur, tugging gently at the locks on the nape of his neck and smiling when he groans, âI can only keep Mijoo and Chuu away from the apartment for so long.â
âWhat are we gonna do when they come back?â He frowns up at you, resting his chin on your breast.
He really needs to stop being so damn cute, you think.
âWell, we can just go in my room.â you offer, and he nods, lost in thought.
âAre they coming back soon? Should you,â he sighs deeply as if he already regrets the next words out of his mouth, âput some pants on?â
You canât help but laugh at how resistant he is to the thought of you wearing more clothes before you stand up, moving back to the center of the room and twirling once.
âMijoo and Chuu have already seen me like this, anyway,â you inform him, gesturing at your attire, and he raises an eyebrow.
âOh, yeah?â he asks, beckoning you closer. When youâre within reach, he laces his fingers with yours and pulls you towards him until youâre landing clumsily on his lap once more with a yelp. âWell, arenât they lucky?â He adjusts you so your knees are on the couch on either side of him, your hips hovering above his lap ever so slightly.
âI wouldnât say lucky,â you chuckle, and he shakes his head, scrutinizing your face.
âDo they get to see you reaching for stuff in the cabinets with this on?â Haechan asks, his hands running up the backs of your thighs. âHm? Do they get to see your shirt ride up and show off your cute little ass?â
You hesitate, slightly uncomfortable with the thought of flashing your friends and roommates. âIf they have, Iâm pretty sureâand kinda hoping, at this pointâtheyâre not actually looking.â
âDo they get to see you bend over as you look in the fridge for something to snack on?â he continues, and you grimace, shaking your head.
âI donât even do thatâohââ Your vehement protesting ends abruptly when he grabs your ass with both hands, using his grip to pull you forward until your chest is clumsily landing against his.Â
âNo, they donât get to see that, right?â he murmurs, looking up at you with desire pooled plainly in his eyes. âOnly I get to see my girl like that.â
You could just about melt from the pet name. âYeah,â you agree breathlessly.Â
âYeah?â
âMhm,â you hum in a daze.
âOnly me?â he presses, hands pushing your shirt up past your stomach and over your breasts, now exposing your matching lacy black lingerie.
âOnly you,â you confirm, the needy whine creeping back into your voice. âHaechan, touch me.â
âMy baby wants me to touch her?â he asks softly, teasing you with the promise of a kiss but not delivering. His breath is warm on your lips as he taunts you and heâs all but inhaling your plaintive cries for attention, his eyes growing more wild and intense the more you quietly plead for him.Â
âPlease, Haechan?â To your embarrassment, your voice cracks slightly towards the end of the word, but it seems to trigger something in Haechan, who lets out a groan from deep in his chest before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you in for a heated kiss.
âCould never say no to my girl,â he coos against your lips, punctuating each word with a kiss deeper than the one preceding it. âLetâs take this off, baby.â His hand hurriedly yanks at the material of your shirt thatâs bunched up above your breasts, and you break from the kiss to pull it off, barely having time to drop it on the couch before heâs hungrily kissing all over the exposed skin of your chest.Â
You already know what heâs going after next, so you beat him to the punch, unclipping your bra and letting the straps fall off your shoulders. Haechan lets out a loud groan of approval, his kisses barely hesitating before dipping lower until his tongue is rolling over and swirling around your nipple. His hands fly to cup both of your breasts as he alternates between sucking at both of your nipples, and you suck in a sharp breath when his fingers pinch at the hardened bud, tweaking it teasingly.
As he loses himself in your breasts, you canât help but rock your hips down onto his lap, the thin fabric covering your clit doing virtually nothing to conceal the sensation of his cock pressing against your core through his sweats. You stutter out a gasp, and he chuckles mockingly, releasing your nipple with a wet pop and regarding you carefully.
âThat feel good?â he asks, mimicking you when you nod. âYeah? Feels good to fuck yourself against my cock?âÂ
Your only response is a whimper and a rasp of his name that has his eyes blazing with lust.
âYou wanna cum so bad, donât you?â he taunts, and you cry out weakly, your head dropping down to rest your forehead against his. âCan you cum like this? Just like this?â His mocking tone softens slightly, and when you nod, he hisses, bucking his hips up to collide with your body, groaning, âI love seeing you like thisâso fucking gorgeous like thisâno one gets to see this but meââ
âOnly you,â you moan desperately, willing to say just about anything if it means you get to cum.Â
âAll mine,â he growls under his breath, tilting his head up to kiss you fiercely. âIâm all yours, and youâre all fucking mine, yeah?â
âYes, babyâHaechan, I wanna cum so bad,â you gasp, and he nods, releasing your breasts and grabbing your hips, guiding your rocking motions until that delightfully familiar tightening feeling starts building in your abdomen. âFuck, just like that,â you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, his only protection the thin shirt heâs wearing.
âKiss me when you cum,â he pants, and you oblige, leaning forward and connecting your lips in a sloppy, heated kiss. Heâs positively frenzied, biting roughly at your bottom lip until you wince and sucking on your tongue, not relenting even when you attempt to retract it to moan his name.Â
Your poor tongue is trapped between his greedy lips as he sucks hard on it, only giving you a slight break when he swirls his tongue around yours with a lewd moan escaping him as salivaâyou canât really tell whose it isâdrips down from your bottom lip onto your chest.Â
Heâs all over you, dominating your mouth with his, your breasts with his hands, your core with his length, and your mind is so blank that you donât even notice when one of his hands travels south to slip into your underwear, only catching on when his fingers press against your clit roughly.
âOh, shââ you gasp as he rubs the sensitive bud vigorously, heavy-handed touches sending you toppling over the edge. To your surprise, tears well up in your eyes, the pleasure almost too much to bear, and Haechan coos sweetly when they start to spill, pulling back from the intense lip lock to kiss up your tear tracks, capturing your lips with his own tear-smeared mouth, lips wet and salty as he moves them against yours.
âUp,â he croaks, tugging you up off of his lap slightly, and you oblige, lifting up off of him enough for him to shove his pants down to his knees and pull himself out of his boxers, rapidly fucking his fist as he stares at your underwear, the very last article of clothing covering your body. âSit, baby.â he urges, guiding you down.Â
He gropes freely at your asscheeks with one hand as his other, wrapped around the base of his length, brings the thick head of his shaft to your entrance. You pull your underwear to the side to allow him entry, and he pushes up into you as you sit down onto him, both of you letting out groans of pleasure.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â he moans, âsit on my fucking cock just like that.â
âSo full,â you babble, gasping as he bottoms out, âso fucking full.â
âI know, baby, I know,â he coos comfortingly, âyou can take it all, yeah?â
You donât think you have much of a choice, but itâs not like you were planning on backing out, anyway.
In lieu of a response, you lift your hips and bring them back down onto him, Haechan winding his fingers in the locks at the nape of your neck and yanking so your head is forced back. You whimper loudly at the tug and moan louder when his tongue drags up from the top of your cleavage to your chin, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake.Â
âObsessed with how you taste,â he grunts, barely parting from your neck as he sucks and nibbles at your skin and making loud and wet noises every time his lips release a patch of flesh. âGonna eat your pretty pussy later, tooââ
âFuck,â you hiss, his words affecting you more than you expected. You position yourself slightly so you can bounce up and down on his length, your mind all but falling apart at the feeling of his thick shaft stretching you open.
He trails wet kisses back down to your chest, cupping your breasts and sucking on your nipples greedily, switching between the two like he can barely get enough. When he nips one of them a bit sharper than youâre prepared for, you cry out weakly, pushing at his head as a warning.
âIâm the only one who gets to touch you like thisââ he grunts, thrusting upwards to meet your movements so youâre simultaneously fucking onto and into each other. âNo one else gets to hear the pretty fuckinâ noises you make when I fuck youâno one gets to make you feel this good but meââ
âJust you, babeââ Your words are undoubtedly slurred from pleasure, but by the way Haechanâs thrusts speed up, youâre willing to bet he heard you. âFeels so goodâwanna cum so badââ
âFeels good?â Haechan echoes mindlessly, biting down on the flesh of your breast. âYou love this, donât you? Love me fucking you with my thick cock?â
âLove your cock so muchâfuck, HaechanâIâm gonnaââ You can barely get the words out before Haechanâs kissing you deeply, a filthy mess of teeth and tongue as his hips fuck up into yours.
âCum all over me, baby, want you to make a mess all over me,â Haechan grunts, and you do. You climax loudly and powerfully, and Haechanâs thrusts continue the whole time, prolonging and heightening your pleasure until youâre shaking your head and squirming away from the hypersensitivity.
âHaechan, cum inside me,â you moan plaintively, still in a daze, and he nods distractedly, sloppily kissing every inch of your skin he can reach as he speeds up his thrusts and curses under his breath.Â
âCummingââ Heâs barely able to choke out the last syllable before heâs burying himself in you to the hilt, his breathing ragged as he finishes inside of you. You affectionately rake your fingers through his hair as he recovers, his forehead resting against your chest. When heâs collected himself, he catches your wrist and presses a kiss to your palm, looking up at you with a lazy smile.
âYouâve got a mouth on you, yâknow that?â you mumble in amusement, and he grins mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âOf course I doâand you love it,â he chuckles, and you roll your eyes slightly, shifting in his lap and cringing at how cool your chest feels. You look down and canât help but widen your eyes at the state of your chest.
Itâs, to put it lightly, covered in saliva, and youâre almost positive itâs entirely Haechanâs doing. When you look back up at him, you see him looking right where you just were, his lips parted slightly in what you assume is awe.
âYou really do have quite a mouth,â you snort, pushing his jaw up so said mouth closes. âA messy, sloppy, dirty one.â
He looks up at you finally and youâre surprised to see that the look on his face wasnât awe at his messiness but unbridled desire. He grins up at you smugly, making loud kissing noises.
âIf I recall correctly, you werenât complaining when my messy, sloppy, dirty mouth was all over you earlier,â he points out as he squishes you to his body, your breasts pressing against his face. He nuzzles into your cleavage, pressing a wet kiss to the skin, and you groan and push his head away with a laugh.
âWhatever,â you say, attempting to sound grouchy but ultimately failing as the smile on your face is too wide. âI need to shower.â
âFine,â he sighs loudly, releasing you, and you stand up, making a face as his mostly softened length slips out of you. âOn one condition.â
âItâs my shower, Haechan,â you point out. âWhat condition could you possibly have?â
âI get to join you.â He beams at you hopefully, nodding encouragingly in an attempt to convince you.
âI was already gonna say youâre coming with me,â you say, stooping to pick up your discarded clothing. âThat way weâll both be all cleaned up by the time Mijoo and Chuu come back.â
âSounds good to me,â Haechan agrees, standing up and tucking himself back into his clothing. âLead the way, baby.âÂ
When you turn and head towards the bathroom, a quick smack to your ass makes you yelp before turning to glare at your cheekily grinning boyfriend.Â
âHaechan!â
âIf I apologized, Iâd be lying.â He shrugs nonchalantly, and you narrow your eyes at him before turning back around.
âYouâre a menace.â
âYouâre stuck with me,â he sing-songs, blowing you a loud kiss from behind. Thankfully, he canât see the giddy smile on your face or feel the heat rising to your cheeks, so you just remain silent and think about how nice it is to be âstuckâ with someone like Haechan.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â you tease, turning to face him as you step into the bathroom and shut the door in his face.
âHey!â Haechan exclaims, indignant as he jiggles the doorknob. âYouâre in for it now, you know that, right? You canât get rid of me that easily!â
âI know!â you call back, covering your mouth to stifle your laughter.
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Jeon Wonwoo is not dull, nor is he the clean and polite neighbor that your mother assumed he was when she set you up on this awful date.Â
or the one where wonwoo takes you home on the first date and renders you unable to walk, hoping to god that you donât expose him to your parents.
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WORDCOUNTâ 8.8k
PAIRINGâ wonwoo x afab reader
CONTENTâ strangers to fucking immediately to the possibility of dating later, reader is a teacher but this is not a school setting, mocking and making fun, sneaky sex, flirting and bullying in the same instance, cocky wonwoo, umâŠtheyâre kind of competitive in bed
WARNINGSâ small mention of other teachers cheating on their spouses (very tiny mention), the resistance of pressure to fall in love/have children
NOTEâ I repurposed an old wip for this because putting this mf in the main role hit harder than it should have. that being said, donât expect me to write men often like this, i just thought it would be neat to make him take control. this is not proof read.
PAIRING: mark lee x reader
GENRE: smut
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
CONTENT: mark is the quiet 'bad boy' type, he's kinda mean to reader, big cock mark, dirty talk, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex
AN: the edit of mark smoking is made by @/atmakanagara on twt. i was also listening to pain by boy harsher when writing this, maybe you'll like it too.
âShut upâ Markâs voice growls to quieten down your sounds of desperation, the coldness of his lip ring grazing against the shell of your ear and you shiver at the sudden contact, pressing your lips together tightly to conceal the noises that threaten to escape due to Markâs hand shoved beneath the waistband on your panties, fingers rubbing vigorously against your clit while the other hand pushes your stomach, holding your back against his chest.Â
Your legs are spread open, locked by his own and they ache, needing to be released from his hold but with the way the heel of his shoes dig into your calves as he pushes them open even more, you know you wonât be let out of this position any time soon.
Truthfully, you canât believe how you ended up in this position, with Mark of all people who you thought was one of the quiet bad boy types. He was bad in the way he smoked packs of cigarettes daily and didnât care about other people and his surroundings, mostly keeping to himself and not getting involved with others unless necessary. He didnât like talking to people and he sure as hell wasnât going to make a conversation with someone he barely knew, always holding his head low and darkly glaring at whoever tried to get too close to him.Â
You walking over to him was a complete dare made by your friends, wanting to see if you could get one sentence out of him before he did his usual technique of glaring and ignoring. But one moment you were both sat on the sofa together, somehow having small talk about something so stupid and bland, and then the next you were back at his place, spread open on his bed on the verge of cumming.
âHow are you so wet from me playing with your clit?â Mark teases with a scoff, his movements refusing to slow down as you thrash against his hold. âAre you really that easy? Are you that much of a needy whore that you get turned on from a simple touch?â
âMarââ
âDid I say you can speak?â You immediately shut up, throwing your head back against Markâs shoulder and staring up at the ceiling with a silent gasp as he presses down harshly on your swollen clit, rubbing in sloppy circles that has your head spinning.Â
His chin digs into your collarbone as he peers down at his hand inside your underwear, scoffing at the sight of the material dampening with each touch before he drags his fingers down to your wet pussy lips, stroking over the folds before plunging his two digits deep inside.Â
Youâre in shock at how easy he is pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt, reaching further than yours or anyone else's fingers had ever reached, it had your toes curling in pleasure and youâre unable to keep your noise at a minimum.Â
âLouder. Let me know how good my fingers fill you upâ Mark orders you as he adds a third finger, the stretch uncomfortable but pleasurable enough for you to continue to enjoy and your back arches against his chest, a mixture of broken moans and whines spilling from your lips.Â
âPlease. Please, keep goingâdonât stopâfuckâ You babble incoherently and he continues scissoring his fingers, the heel of his hand joining the mix and rubs against your clit.
âCan you hear how wet you are?â Mark hums in your ear, pressing his lips against your lobe in a somewhat gentle kiss. âListen to the way you squelch around my fingersâ
It makes you dizzy hearing how fucking wet you are, how the loud noises of his fingers drilling into your pussy is enough to fill the room. Your own noises arenât enough to drown out the sound of how wet your pussy is and it tips you close to the edge, the band in your stomach getting tighter and with one simple curl of his fingers, your release gushes over his fingers, soaking his palm and your panties.Â
Youâre shaking through your orgasm, hand flying down to grip at his wrist to stop him from fingering you any longer, legs quivering with each movement he makes. His other hand drops from your stomach to rip your grip away, forcing you to stop pulling him away as he continues fingerfucking you through the last wave of your release.
âThere we goâ The chuckle that rumbles in his chest vibrates on your back as you slump fully against him, but you donât have time to get comfortable when Markâs already shoving you off of him, falling slack on the bed sheets as he climbs on top of you, shoving himself between your thighs.
The panties that stick uncomfortably to your pussy are ripped off of you in an instant, thrown across Markâs bedroom floor and his fingers are quick to undo the belt buckle on his jeans, shoving them down his legs and kicking them off of his feet along with his boxers.
You suck in a deep breath at the size of his cock, wondering how on earth it was going to fit and your legs instinctively close around his hips, causing his head to shoot up to look at you with a darkened glare.
âItâs not going to fitâ You shake your head quickly, panic rising in your chest. âYouâre⊠youâre too big, youâre not going to fiââ
âWhy do you think I fingered you in the first place?â He asks you, hand coming up to touch your cheek, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip. âI was getting your pussy prepared for my cock, making you open and ready for meâ
His words are enough to have your pussy aching and desperate for him again, unlocking your legs from around his hips and dropping them to his side but he has other plans, palms gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing upwards, the strain painful but you ignore it as he rests your legs on each of his shoulders and leans over you, leaving you squished and folded in half.Â
squished and folded in half.Â
Your fingers dig into his biceps with a wince as you feel his cock press against your folds, sucking in a deep breath as Mark slides into you with ease, balls firm against your ass as he buries himself in your warmth completely. The stretch is almost unbearable and the cramp in your thighs makes you want to push him off and tell him no more, but the slight roll of his hips causes his cock to brush against your walls and you shiver, nails digging further into his skin with your jaw slacked.
âYouâre so tight, fuckâ Mark whispers, face hovering just above yours. You want to kiss him, you havenât kissed since the night first started and you yearn for his lips, but every time you crane your neck to kiss him, he always pulls away, biting down on his lip ring instead. Youâre slightly annoyed, wondering why he was so fine on fingering and fucking you but not giving you a simple kiss, but the annoyance slips away when he pulls his hips back only to thrust forward, skin slapping against skin.
âYouâre too bigâ You whimper, pressing your lips tightly together as tears spring in the corner of your eyes. âHow are you so fucking big?â
spring in the corner of your eyes. âHow are you so fucking big?â
Mark just smirks, turning his head to nip the flesh of your leg as he fucks into you, picking up his speed. Heâs grunting loudly, swearing under his breath every time he feels you clench around squeeze his cock in, the wet and warmth of your walls sending shivers down his spine.
âFucking perfect for me, arenât you?â He says, eyes meeting yours. âYour pussy is the perfect fit. You take me so well⊠made just for me. Tell me. Tell me your pussy is made just for meâ
âM...myââ
âLouderâ He demands with one hard thrust and you wail, head throwing back against the pillows as tears stream down your cheeks.
âMy pussy is made for you!!âÂ
âGod, youâre such a good fucking girlâ Mark grunts before finally craning his neck down to lock his lips with yours, the cold metal lip ring sending a shock to your core and you erupt, legs shaking on his shoulders as you cum once again. Youâre moaning between the kiss, hands trailing up his shoulders to grip the messy tufts of hair on the nape of his neck, allowing his thrusts to drive you into overstimulation as he chases his own high.Â
His headboard knocks against the wall with each powerful movement of his hips and you could care less if youâre waking up his neighbours, too focused on the way his lips mould with yours and how his hips lose their rhythm.
âIâm gonna cumâ Mark tells you with a whisper to your lips, breaking the kiss to look you in the eye. âAre you going to let me cum in your pretty pussy?â
âCum in meâ You nod feverishly, wanting him to fill you up and he smirks, crashing his lips to yours once more before he gives you one last powerful thrust and stills, cock pumping out cum around your walls. You gasp at the feeling of being filled, holding onto him tightly as he empties inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. Heâs grunting heavily against your lips, breaking the kiss to sit up, pushing your legs off of his shoulders and they drop to his side numbly.
He stares down at where youâre connected, thumbs coming down to press at your lower stomach and he grins when he feels himself, raising his head to meet your eyes.
minors dni, otherwise please like, reblog, and leave feedback, itâs important that you support the writers you like when tumblr shits on us.Â
wordcount â 23.5k
pairingâ mark lee x female reader (ft. lee donghyuck)
description â Mark managed to keep his best friend status with you even after you moved away. With a friendship strictly through imessage, facetime, and social media, it was surprisingly easy to keep him in your life. Even when things suddenly became sexual. By the time you move back home, you learn that the both of you talk big game through text, but nearly forgot how to communicate face to face.
Enter Lee Donghyuck, an old friend turned fuck-buddy. He is, unfortunately, also Markâs best friend. But to be fair, he didnât know what he was getting into when he suggested the two of you enter into the agreement of no-strings-attached. Kind of hard to have no strings when Mark is tying them all over the place.Â
content â phone sex (kind of), sexting(kind of), frustrating communications, semi-red flag mark, pining, best friends to established relationship, mark big jealous, hyuck big idiot and kind of a bad friend to mark, y/n big confused about everything, smut, unprotected sex, angst if youâre a lil bitch.
note â I know this fic came out of left field, im not sorry about it even though im supposed to be working on other things. Once again this isnât proof read so if you see any typos donât tell me, Iâll cry.
summary: youâre a staff member at SM, and during the annual Halloween party, you go dressed as Cinderella. Enter Johnny as Prince Charming. You talk, you flirt, he falls in love, but you forget to tell him your name before the night ends, and thus begins his Cinderella Search.
length:Â 10,615
tags: near-strangers to lovers, bed sharing, fingering, dry humping, fluff, light on the smut compared to some of my other works tbh
Growing up, Cinderella had always been your favorite fairy tale. You just really loved the glamor and romance of the story, the idea of dressing up all beautifully and mysteriously, going to a ball to be noticed by the Prince.Â
And once you grew up, you still had that fantasy tucked away in the back of your mind, made more real when you entered the idol industry by joining SM Entertainment as a staff member. You were just a minor staff member, not important enough to be a manager (though that was the dream), but you were around idols so often that the fantasy was there, prodding you in the back of your mind.
There were days when you dreamed of being swept up in a Cinderella-style romance with one of the idols in the company.Â
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Jeno: Can we still fuck? Are you dating Jaemin now or something?
You: Or something. You home?
Jeno: All alone.. come over? Iâll do everything you like.
You: On my way.
Jeno knew what you really liked after all.
âYou got here fast.â Jeno smiles leaned against his front door frame. Vein enhanced biceps bulge over his bare chest with his arms crossed. His build more lean and ripped than usual mid-swim season. You donât bother responding, distracted by his low-hung sweats. Thick cock shape pronounced against the material making your mouth water already.
Jeno knew how to fuck you right. Half sad the most memory you could muster up from last time was the limp that followed. Johnny and Jeno had really taken it out of you.
âStaying the night Iâm guessing?â Jeno steps aside. Relieving you of the weight of your overnight bag from your shoulder.
âIf youâre really going to do everything I like, am I supposed to be able to drive home?â You reply extra snarky. A suggestive glint in your eye threatening Jenoâs text message.
You learned enough about his competitive streak from the last few years watching him swim. Throwing a tantrum and punching in walls whenever heâd lost. That was when Jeno fucked you the best. Leaving you gasping for air within an inch of your life. With a scoffed tsk your finger drags down the center of his tight stomach- âHow disappointing. I rushed over here for nothing.â
Jenoâs head tilts, eyeing over your figure. Bag dropped to the floor to be forgotten. Heavy steps corner you in, pressing you against the now shut front door.
âWant me to fuck you until you pass out again? You canât even handle me baby. Donât tease me like I donât make you cry and beg for some God to save you everytime.â Jeno drawls reaching for your waist. Large hands encasing you tightly forcing you to gasp for breath.
Your smirk only grows, sucking in your chest to reply with more attitude- âYou think you did that Jeno? That was Jaemin.â
Thatâs all it takes. Jenoâs eyes flicker hot with fury, blinking away the moment of surprise. Fingers dig into your sides roughly with a shake strong enough to pull you to your toes. Neck collapsing, the back of your head meeting the door with a light thud. A mocking gaze trained on Jenoâs angry eyes. The tension quickly rising to his neck protruding veins around his Adamâs apple.
The idea that anyone could fuck you better than him could drive him up a wall. Especially if that anyone happened to be Jaemin. Jeno was just too easy to set off.
His iron-like jaw tightens, teeth clamping together behind his lips. Large hands gathering your breasts in a deadly squeeze. Your eyes roll up as he finds your hardened buds between the fabric of your blouse. Underwear tossed off before exiting your bedroom, knowing theyâd be of no use here.
Jeno leans in, nose crushed into your cheekbone. His thigh making space between yours shoving at your core. Cotton fabric rapidly moistening upon meeting your bare center. His teeth drag along your skin, raspy throat sending tremors down your spine- âGonna fuck your ass âtill youâre crying. Slutty pussy cumming around nothing over and over again. Donât bother begging, not gonna stop no matter how much you do.â
âYouâre talking way too much for someone who hasnât even made me cum yet.â You snap back. Hips rolling down against the stiff muscle thickening up with each flex. Sturdy thigh muscle shoving up harder lifting you off the ground as Jeno forcefully fucks between your legs faster. His knee bruising against the door with every motion sending you bouncing. Arms fling around his broad frame to hold yourself in place. Jenoâs strength jerking you up and down hard. Bundle of nerves rubbed raw along the fabric of his sweats. Breathless in seconds, you resort to begging despite his commands- âMake me cum, want you. Please Jeno..â
âI know..â Jeno huffs, ripping your top open. Buttons sadly hanging on by threads. He was too fast, too sloppy. Knew he had enough stamina to fuck you over and over again, no point in wasting time. His weighty palms crush your chest, shoving your breasts up high under your chin. Tongue lapping the dip between your perked mounds. His forehead nudging against yours spurring you to meet him half-way. Jenoâs tongue brushing your lips hitting his nose against yours. Whispering heatedly with a drag across your upper lip- âJaemin canât make you cum this easily baby.â
Your brows screw up, mouth dropped, panting into Jenoâs. Tongues meeting in pace with each thrust. Licking up the bridge of your nose, Jeno dips down finding your chest again. Face burying in-between nibbling and sucking. Thigh slowing down to a rolling motion stirring your clit into a frenzy. His eyes shoot up catching the despair twisting your features together.
âWant me in your ass baby? Be a good slut for me. Cum.â Jeno rasps. Throat already scratchy and dry from his own heated arousal climbing up through his mind. Teeth clamping down on your nipple with a tug to finish his instructions. Your chest sinks, pulling a less than attractive face. Hips come to a stand still, trembling down the length of Jenoâs thigh. Slick smeared all over his sweats like a badge of accomplishment.
Teeth sink in, burning your flesh surely leaving behind marks. Jeno nipping your areola enough to hurt. Orgasm momentarily consuming you too much to push him away. Sliding a hand over your face to wipe the sweat away. Mustering enough energy to latch onto one of his shoulders.
âFuck me. Please, please Jeno.â You beg. Regardless of telling you that wonât work, you knew better.
Jeno nods, just once, cupping the back of your head dragging you away from the door. Hips flush against yours, noses sliding back and forth together. âYou gonna be a good little whore for me baby? Fuck that slutty ass on this cock?â
âYes! Yes yes yes Jeno. Please, please.. I need, need it. So wet for you, only get wet for you like this.â You lie, of course. Jeno didnât need to know the truth. Pussy speaking over mind by now, willing to say anything to get what you want.
âBe good for me.â Jeno shoves you down to your knees. Strong hold on your head smashing your face into his crotch. Suffocating you with a powerful drag across his hardened size. âGonna take whatever I want. Thatâs what you like right baby? Used up, good for nothing but taking my cock.â
Jeno has you gasping, clothed cock blocking your air. Stumbling past the entrance of his parents house coercing you to crawl. Knees burning with every beat down on the wooden floor. He finally lets you go, tossed down in-front of a wall length mirror in the living room. Curtains drawn open shining rays of sunlight all throughout the room. Anyone passing by would be able to catch a glimpse of you absolutely distraught, loving every second of it.
Jeno stands straight, tall body looming above you drawing a shadow over yours. Light surrounding him like a deceiving halo. Chin pointed, directing you to his sweats. Getting back on your knees you clutch at his thighs. Nails scratching down haphazardly wrenching his bottoms down. Cock revealed inch by inch sending your eyes wide with each peak. Jeno kicks them away, rock hard body shown off in all itâs glory.
âTake off your clothes.â He bites, placing hands over his hips. Serious demeanor more than enough to make him loud and clear. He didnât need to tell you twice. Practically ripping off your mauled top along with your bottoms. Turning over presenting your ass for him knowing what he likes all to well. Ready and willing for his next moves without instruction.
Jeno bites back his smile, falling down to his knees. Large hands barrel down on your ass with burning slaps. Body jolting forward hitting the top of your head into the mirror ahead.
âFuck Jeno..â you dizzily mumble. Top of your head aching, backside on fire as he continues. Landing consecutive slaps down on your fleshy bottom. Jeno was strong, strong enough to hit you with impact. Tingles surging from his palm to your core. Wetness rubbing nastily between your squeezed thighs. Grasping your abused cheeks to spread you open, exerting a rumbled groan. Jeno focuses on your clenched ass, recalling he wasnât the one that fucked you there last time.
âThe way your ass blows me kisses baby.â He laughs cockily. Thumb rubbing circles around your rim. Thick cock swiping between your soaked clenched together thighs. Jeno rolls forward, cockhead smashing against your clit. Spit spilling down from his lips to meet his thumb. Taking time to rub over your awaiting hole.
Jenoâs hips work faster. Cock coating in your wetness slipping in and out between your thighs. Fat length spreading your folds open. Sloppily rubbing past your clit just enough to hurt. Pussy itching for more, entrance winking over his length. Jenoâs thumb glides inside, pulling a grin across his face.
âLittle sluts ass is always ready isnât it? Probably prepped yourself last night knowing youâd take cock. Doesnât matter whose it is does it baby? Why should I even fuck you? Whores like you take anyone.â He jeers. Thumb dipping inside stretching your hole. Hips slowing to hit your clit with each drawback.
âOnly..â you wheeze, coughing as another orgasm coils down your gut. Jeno playing with your bundles of nerves just right finally. Fat tip of his cock moving you side to side in delicious friction. âOnly you..â
âWhat was that?â Jeno spits, landing another smack to your ass. Palm sliding up to your waist to control his rapid movements. Hip bones slapping fiercely against your bottom. Skin on skin echoing throughout the room too loudly.
âOnly you! Only want you to fuck me! Itâs all for you Jeno!â You shout breathlessly. Face lifting pressing your cheek to the mirror. Puffs of breath fogging up the area blurring your vision further. Jenoâs sinks two fingers inside your ass pushing his thumb deeper. Pumping digits in past your rim locking up around him. âJeno!â
Your eyes roll back, waist dipping in arch. Knees slipping apart as convulses rake through your chest. Cunt milking at nothing, arousal trickling all the way down to your knees.
Jeno pulls out throwing arms around your stomach hoisting you up mid-orgasm. Back slamming into his tight chest with a struggled gasp. Wet cock sliding up between your ass circling your rim. Your body jolts, Jenoâs arm securing you in place. Other lifting up, grabbing your jaw, focusing your gaze to the mirror.
âDonât fucking look away.â Jenoâs eyes burn in the reflection. The arch in his forehead adding to the underlying evil in his glare. Cock prodding at your hole wrinkling his brows together in concentration. With a bite to your earlobe he thrusts in filling you to the brim. Prepped or not itâd never be enough. He was too long, too thick, cockhead fat and wide. Jeno left you gaping for days just how you loved. A constant reminder of what a slut you could turn into for the right dick.
Your neck nearly drops on instinct, wind knocked right out of your chest. Ass clamping down on his cock deliciously earning a vibrating growl from Jenoâs chest. Lazy eyes meet his in the mirror pleading to fuck you hard. Teeth skim to the top of your jaw biting down. Hips rolling making space for his length.
âNasty hole feels so good. Love how you always take me like nothing. Perfect slut ready to be bred and fucked at any moment.â Jeno whispers harshly against your jaw. Hips drawing back only to slam forward. Violent thrusts picking up from the start. Veiny forearm around your middle bulging with each impactful thrust. Intense temperature rising through your body with every press of Jenoâs body.
Jenoâs perfect every time, matching up to your level of filth. Surprising you the more you discovered about each other with each hook-up. Where you were hot he was cold, the equal balance to get each other off with no need for more. Learning the secrets you were only too timid to share turning him on even more. Biting at his nails before bed remembering the way you pissed on them like a sloppy whore. Too submissive and weak to even control yourself. Humiliation on your face opening new ideas in his mind of all the things he could do to you.
âDirty little girl needs cock filling her ass everyday..â he babbles on. Fucking you too hard for any snappy retort. Brain rattling reaching peak emptiness. The veins along Jenoâs cock forming shape in your ass the only thing your mind can concentrate on. Fingers inch down to your core, Jenoâs bicep lowering under your bouncing breasts. Like slow-motion you watch his palm lift falling down in a loud smack on your mound. Hips jostling forward releasing a pained screech. Jeno grits, eyes crinkling shut, tongue tracing your ear whispering hotly- âStupid slut likes her pussy slapped like that?â
Another hit has you screaming. Head nodding rapidly in his unrelenting hold. Dry eyes freshening up with wet tears. âYes! Please please! Make it hurt please!â
Jeno groans, your ass viciously squeezing around him with each slap. Clit swollen in pain shooting bolts of arousal up your stomach. Jeno doesnât slow, ass hitting his hip bones hard with each thrust. Palm landing on your wet pussy hard enough to splay splashes of your wetness on the mirror. Jeno moans, rubbing your folds under his thick fingers. Ear covered in his spit, whispering nonsense- âYouâre so fucking nasty, youâre so fucking good.â
âO-oh fuck!â Crying out you cum stiffening in his hold. Cunt desperately seeking Jeno, ass clamped down forcing him to pause. Jenoâs thick neck falling back showing off every dip and vein. Impending orgasm nearly ripping free, pulling out with an embarrassingly obscene noisy pop. Jeno manhandles you onto your back. Body shaking beneath him, having to wrap a hold around the base of his length to not cum all over you.
âJeno..â you sigh, stretching your legs open for him yet again. Pussy hurting, begging to be filled, hole sucking at air. He grunts spreading your folds open, finger tapping your entrance teasingly.
âLook at that pretty tight hole baby.â Jenoâs cute smile returns, only to mock you. Shoving your thighs up, the tip of his cock returning to your ass. Clicking his tongue in dismay. âWish I could fuck a cute little pussy like that everyday.â
Jeno bottoms out into your ass with ease. Cock thrumming inside nearing release. Pussy untouched just to add further insult. He thrusts with ferocious pace. Chest glistening in sweat under the sunlight filling the room. Hair flopping in a mess with each piston of his hips. Small waist sucked in tight staving off his climax. He fucked hard, had to fill you with cum. Urgency building with every mercilessly slam of his hips.
He was close, craving another death grip around his cock before giving you a load of cum. His fingers sweeping your pussy side to side again. Arousal hitting your thighs under every aggressive motion. Jeno fucking your ass in time with each rub on your cunt. Clit over-stimulated, body going limp with exhaustion. Each thrusts sweet and deep, hitting just right. Filling every need to feel used and claimed. Two fingers squeezing your bundle of nerves causing your hips to jump. Holes grasping, arching up under another rush of intense orgasm. Jeno fucking right through your clenching rim. His forehead creasing in exertion. Balls full and heavy slapping against you with each seething thrust.
âFuck!â Jeno shouts. Cock popping free leaving your ass wide. Fucking right into your pulsating cunt. He bends over holding onto the back of your neck. Cockhead kissing your cervix exploding, hot cum flooding your insides. Jenoâs body shaking through release causing your sweaty back to rub against the floor harshly. Intensity of his orgasm taking it out of both of you.
âYou.. want it?â Jeno asks between ragged breaths. Both of you knowing exactly what he meant after the last time. A mortifying sensation washing over your face as you nod.
âEverything.â You plead, shutting your eyes. âGive me everything.â
Jenoâs slick cum covered cock pulls out. Seeping back into your ass hissing as hot fluid fills you up. Faces furrowing as he fills your ass with piss. Dick twitching in relief, he sighs. Eyes landing where your bodies connect, head shaking in disbelief.
âFuck youâre so hot. Never gonna get over this..â Jeno thrusts experimentally. Liquid spilling out around his length to the floor.
A pool of cum and piss left behind as he slips out. Laying at your side with wide eyes, swallowing in amazement. He turns groaning, kisses up your arm. Body limp, weakly twitching in surprise.
âHonest question.â Jeno murmurs against your shoulder. Icky feeling of cum and piss under your ass has you shifting away. Rolling your body closer to Jenoâs. His arm draping around your back assuming you seek cuddles.
âWhat?â You ask more off his tone. Less concerned with what Jeno could be thinking. Craving a long shower, with his assistance of course.
âAre you going to start doing that boyfriend girlfriend shit with Jaemin now, or can we still keep doing this?â Jenoâs questions clear. A mild seriousness lingering in his words. You scoff slapping his pec.
âQuit being stupid, and give me a bath asshole! You really expect me to be coherent after you fucked my ass in two!â You demand. Pinching his nipple with a tough tug for emphasis. Jeno sits up smiling, scooping under your legs and back.
âThatâs not possible, we have two butts already you know?â He stands on wobbly legs. Carrying you bridal-style off to his personal bathroom attached to his bedroom. Having fucked him in there one too many mornings after countless nights of sleeping over.
âYouâre really lucky your hot. You know that right?â Your head shakes. Jeno agreeing with a laugh setting you down to start a bath.
genre/warnings; smut, dilf!mark, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, thigh slapping, forced submission, implications of brat taming (in progress), praise, degradation but itâs more like banter, unprotected sex (dont b silly wrap ur willy)
summary; The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear youâre resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides heâs down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.
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extra; 4/4 of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!
The first time you met Mark, it was right outside your door.
It was late at night - debatably early in the morning - and you had been in the middle of bringing yourself to the third consecutive orgasm in a row when loud knocking interrupted you. Part of you was tempted to ignore whoever was determined to beat down your door, but it was ceaseless and frankly, you were growing annoyed.
Swiftly you slipped on the closest pair of shorts and marched to the front door in large strides, swinging it open once you finally arrived. Then, your eyes met Markâs.
He was a mere stranger to you then. But what you saw made you want to know him. What you saw made you nearly forget that you were on the brink of orgasm only moments ago. A pair of beautiful brown eyes stared back at you.
âHey,â he greeted, voice gruff. âSorry to bother you, but can you keep it down? I live right next door and with all the noise I canât sleep.â
For a moment you only blinked, processing his words slowly. You werenât aware that you were being that loud. But then again, you were in no state to properly register your actions - you were delirious with pleasure and had blocked everything else past your senses.
When you finally processed his statement, your cheeks burned, slightly embarrassed. âFuck. Iâm so, so sorry, I had no idea. Iâll try to be quieter from now on.â
He gave you a courteous nod and replied, âNo worries. Have a good night.â
âYou, too.â
And that was it. When you shimmied back out of your shorts, you didnât even feel energetic anymore, only overcome by exhaustion and the burdensome fact that you had work in the morning. You groaned and flopped against your bedsheets, letting sleep swallow you whole.
But the image of your new neighbor was reoccurring. There was something familiar about him, like you had seen him once before. And there were things you noticed right off the bat about him. For one, he was an older guy. Not old, but evidently beyond your years. And if the shorts he wore was any indicator, he was likely a father.
That made the chain of thoughts about him increase, and you didnât even know his first name. There was instant intrigue and desire to get to know your new, next-door neighbor.
Though visions died quick, and dreams were killed even quicker. When you saw Mark swallowing some girlâs face only moments before she left his apartment on your way to work some days later, you rationalized yourself and decided to take it steady. It was certain that you were sure of what you wanted, but you respected his relationship. You were a great deal of things - delusional and a homewrecker werenât on the list.
The second time, it was when you least expected it - at a local cafe.
Mark sat across from you, coffee cup in hand. Awareness of someoneâs sudden presence made you shudder, and it slightly soothed you when you realized it was your hot neighbor. Your heart was still beating fast.
You played it cool. âAre you stalking me, neighbor?â
Amused, your neighbor let out a chuckle that was like music to your ears. âMy name is Mark,â he introduced himself, smiling blithely. âAnd donât flatter yourself, neighbor. I saw you here coincidentally and sat here because I had one good question for you.â
With an eyebrow arched, you casted Mark an identical smile. It amused you that he spoke to you as if you had been long friends, though you didnât mind. You had been intrigued by Mark the moment you first laid eyes on him, and had been incapable of taking them off him since.
âMark,â you said, tasting his name on your tongue. You played along and bobbed your head after a few moments, deciding you liked his name and gave him yours. âWhat do you have to ask me, Mark?â
Mark leaned over the table, voice an octave above a whisper as he asked, âWhoâs fucking you so good that you canât be quiet?â
He leaned back out and eyed you smugly when you blinked in surprise. His bluntness had caught you off-guard and he was proud of it, but you refused to not quickly recover.
Feigning indifference, you replied, âNo one. Most of the time itâs just me and my toys. I have a hectic work schedule so itâs rare for me to find time to mess with people.â
Much to your misfortune, it was true. Working a busy office job meant that you had little time for even short-lived flings or one-night stands, much less the commitment of a serious relationship. It was difficult to recall the last time that you had gotten laid. With work taking such a humongous toll on you, your only way of relieving all of your pent-up frustrations was with sex toys.
That response was a clear shock to Mark, and in return you took pride in it. He was expecting you to be taken, but now that you had essentially implied that you werenât dating anyone, he felt free to make a move on you. It was an indirect way of asking you if you were single. He also didnât expect the same girl that flushed red when he confronted you about your noisiness to meet his boldness, but it was a welcome surprise. Mark could tell only fun things would come out of knowing you and becoming your neighbor.
Mark took a long sip from his cup, then asked, âWhat do you do for a living?â
âI work a variable job as an executive assistant that spends an ungodly amount of time behind a computer screen doing everyone elseâs job for them,â you smiled tiredly.
He threw you a playful grimace and glanced at his watch for a split-second, but you had his undivided attention again in no time. âDamn, no wonder. You must like things rough.â
That took you by surprise, but you didnât dare show it. âYou have no idea,â you grumbled, playing it safe. âWhat about you?â
Mark grinned with pride. âIâm an editor for a publishing company.â
âMust be fun.â
âI canât complain. Itâs a stress sometimes, but it pays the bills.â
You chuckled. âAmen to that.â
It felt forbidden to be interested in your potentially taken neighbor that you only met a couple of days ago, yet here you were talking to him about your sex and work life. To make matters worse - and if that comment about you liking things rough was any indicator - you might have somehow also piqued his interests.
Maybe you were just reading too much into his words. After all, you were his noisy neighbor that kept him up at night. He was probably just curious as to why you seemingly made enemies with silence.
Mark glanced at his watch again then rose from his seat, and you figured he had places to be. âIâd better get going. I have to pick up my son.â
âYour son?â you questioned, furrowing your brows. The confusion was fake, of course. You had a hunch that he was a father, but you had never seen or heard the child to confirm your suspicions.
âYes, my son,â Mark gave you a hard stare that you couldnât make out. âItâs Friday and he stays with me this weekend so please, if not for my sake then for his, keep it down.â
You gave Mark a nod. He bid you farewell and made a break for the door, the chime of the bells letting you know that he was gone. He had wanted to stay for a bit, play for a little longer, but decided it was a good thing he didnât get much of a chance to make a move. For now, Mark was intent on observing you. He wanted to figure you out a bit more before he went to first base.
But damn was he interested. There was something about you a couple of moments ago that he was attracted to, how you seemed equally bold as he was. A stark contrast from the first time he met you, but he figured that he had simply caught you at a bad time.
That was the thing, though - Mark didnât know you. He needed more time before he could be sure you were worth it.
For at least the weekend, you obliged Markâs wishes. As aforementioned, you were a great deal of things, but you werenât petty for the wrong reasons. Or outright odd. It wasnât like you were loud for the sake of it, you truly just never realized what you were capable of.
Over the course of those days, you continued to think about Mark. He had cut deep in your imagination and now there was a permanent scar that refused to heal. It was silly, being so hung over a guy you hardly knew and couldnât have, but you couldnât help it.
Mark was giving you a headache. You werenât one to be indecisive over what you wanted, but that wasnât the case here. From the moment he showed up at your doorstep, you knew that you had to have him. The problem was that you wanted to outline boundaries. There were places you were able to step and then there were places you werenât. The last thing you wanted was to scare him away because of your urges.
The third time you saw Mark was the following weekend, bumping into him in the halls. You were going to apologize, but then his face fell into your vision. And thus, you noticed something completely new about it.
âYou have a stubble,â you commented, nearly gawking.
Mark bobbed his head, grinning. He found it interesting how you gazed up at him as if youâd never seen a man with a stubble before. âYeah. Thatâs what happens when you donât shave. Shocking, I know.â
âI kind of like it.â
He snickered. âOnly kinda?â
More than kind of - and while you werenât afraid to admit it, you ignored his question. The stubble was the completion to Markâs physical attractiveness that you hadnât even known you would be into. He was already hot as hell, though now he was somehow even hotter.
He shot you a smug smile, unable to miss the way that you leered at him. You found him attractive. It was no secret and Mark wasnât sure if you intended for it to be or not, though the way that you were unabashedly fucking him with your eyes gave him a huge hint. After last weekendâs encounter, you didnât strike him as the type to shy away very easily. Confident.
So was he.
âYouâre just standing here watching me like you want to eat me. Do you like it that much?â
There were a couple of routes you could take with that question. Either you could be honest and tell him how you felt, or you could beat around the bush. You chose the former.
âSight for sore eyes,â you replied, finally meeting his eyes. He held eye contact with you as well as the expectation that you would break, but you proved him wrong. You kept looking him in his eyes as you said, âI love it. I think it suits the fuck out of you.â
Mark raised a brow, intrigued by your response. âMm,â he hummed. He moved a step closer to you and asked, âWhat else do you like?â
Your breath began to speed up and so did your pulse when you picked up on how close your bodies were. You were hyper aware of the proximity and it was slowly killing you, setting off visceral reactions in your body. Another inch and his lips would be brushing yours. It felt like a test on your behalf - to see how you would react and if you would chicken out - and you utterly refused to back down from the challenge.
Deflecting, you tore your eyes from his lips and asked back, âInitiating a conversation with me in the middle of the hallway?â
He cocked his head to the side. âDo you wanna come in, then?â
âI donât think your girlfriend would like that very much,â you faked a pout, the most subtle sullen undertone hiding in your sentence.
Mark resisted a grin. It was probable you were indirectly determining whether or not he was single. But the tiniest hint of sadness in your voice suggested that you might have genuinely been under the impression he was in a relationship.
âWhat girlfriend?â He threw you an utterly confused look. âI havenât been in a relationship since the birth of Christ.â
You stared at him with genuine surprise. âI saw you sucking some girlâs face like last week.â
âAnd have you seen her around here again since?â Mark scoffed, amused.
What he was implying began to sink in gradually and you realized that you had made an awfully large assumption the other day. Though in your defense, people making out with their hookups like that was completely unheard of to you. It looked too passionate, especially for the morning after. When you had nothing to quip, Mark made a face at you that made you want to sink into the ground, and added, âSheâs not my girlfriend - she was a fling. We had sex the previous night but Iâm sure you werenât able to tell because unlike someone, I know how to be quiet.â
Was. That meant not any more.
Affronted, and refusing to take that, you took a step back and shot, âMaybe your dick game is just weak if sheâs that quiet.â
âYou wanna find out?â Mark cocked his head to the side with an exasperating smile, taking a step forward for every step you took backwards until your back hit a wall. It was obvious that you were trying to get a rise out of him and he wouldnât take the bait. âDonât knock it until you try it.â
Markâs hands were on either side of you and his gaze rooted you in place. Neither of you seemed to give a damn that you were in public and in the view of a security camera. You kept staring at one another, pupils dilated with obvious want. Now that you were aware that Mark was single you deemed it perfectly safe to cave in to your desires, but you werenât sure if you wanted to - yet. It was funny how whenever you finally got what you wanted, it was never enough.
You smiled softly, matching the little smirk on his face - you didnât want him to think that he had an advantage over you, and whether he did or didnât wasnât relevant. âAre you saying that you want me?â
âI do want you,â Mark confessed without a care. He had no true intention of sleeping with you just yet, wanting to get to know you some more, but it wouldnât hurt to admit that he was attracted to you nonetheless. âDo you want me?â
Seductively, you leered at him, then purred, âSo bad.â
âThen, stop deflecting.â
With one little breath, you said, âFine,â then closed the tiny gap between the both of you and your lips. When he kissed you back, your hands sought for his neck and his hooked around your waist.
As you kissed Mark it only became more fierce, tongues and teeth clashing in attempts to maintain dominance over the other. Yet neither of you would cave. Both of you were fighting fire with fire and it was like nothing that either of you had ever experienced before. Mark displayed a clear need for power and control, and while you werenât against letting him have it, you were never one to give it away that easily.
You tugged on Markâs hair, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His calloused hands began to wander all over you, kneading your skin and making you moan softly into his mouth. You could feel him grinning against your lips. His touch was like fire and your body was already burning with lust, desire, and everything in between. It had been so long since someone last touched you like this, kissed you like this. Mark was filling in all the little gaps and empty spaces.
A rough pull at his locks made Mark groan into your mouth and he pinned your hands above your head, up against the wall. He got rougher, as if he was trying to fit you into the wall - or maybe force you through it. But the fervor was welcome, and although he had pinned your hands above your head, you still kissed him with as much eagerness as you were humanly capable.
You pulled away when you had your fill, knowing that if you kept him close to you any longer you would make a move for his clothes, and your exhibitionism kink only extended so far. The both of you stared at one another with sheer lust, but there was an almost telepathic understanding between you. We have to wait.
Out of breath, you casted Mark a flirtatious wink and smile before parting and said, âSee you later, Mark.â
Then, you sashayed back to your apartment. When you felt his eyes boring holes into your back, you simpered to yourself. You had planted the seed; now all you had to do was let it grow.
Days of messing around with Mark turned into weeks, but both of you were yet to succumb to your temptations. It was like you were waiting for the other to give in first and neither of you wanted to grant the other that satisfaction.
But of course, after planting the seed you had to water it and give it sunshine. In other words, you continued to flirt with Mark, maintaining his interest. And in return, he maintained yours. From anyone elseâs point of view it might have seemed silly to be resisting each other when it was clear as day that the lust was mutual, but you and Mark were too alike. Too much pride, and too much adoration for all things thrill and tension.
Even when he wasnât in your company, Mark was on your mind. It had only gotten worse the moment you kissed him. In the beginning you only thought about him occasionally - mostly whenever you saw or heard him - but now he was creeping into your head during your downtime and that was a problem. Your thoughts consisted nearly completely of him. Mark, Mark, Mark. He was all you could think about.
One weekend, you surprisingly encountered Mark at a playground. He appeared shocked to see you, but only let it show for a brief moment.
âIâm beginning to think that youâre the one stalking me. What in Godâs name are you of all people doing at a playground?â
âPlease. Youâre not that special. I donât have the time or energy to stalk anyone, baby,â you drawled with a hint of amusement. You pointed at a little girl. âYou see that little girl in the purple shirt on the slide? Thatâs my niece. Iâm babysitting her for my brother and sister-in-law. Todayâs their anniversary and they wanted peace.â
Mark bobbed his head, understanding. âOf course. You canât have any of that around a child. How old is she?â
âJust turned six about a week ago.â
âAround my sonâs age,â he remarked, then pointed towards the set of swings. A couple of children played over there, but only one young boy was in the group. And he looked almost just like someone you knew. âHeâs right there on the swings. Six, but heâs nearing seven.â
He was absolutely adorable. You were already thinking about play dates between him and your niece. She was lovely and enjoyed meeting new people, bless her pure heart.
You smiled softly with awe. âStole your whole face. Thereâs no way in hell you could deny that boy.â
Mark snickered, shoulders shaking. âDamn right. My little mini-me,â he sighed happily. He took his eyes off his son for a split-second to glance over at you. You looked beautiful, as always. And you were watching your niece with so much intent and care that he doubted you had even snook a glance of your own his way. âFond of kids?â
âI babysitted throughout college,â you replied pensively. Reminiscent. âBelieve it or not. I thought it was my calling because I was so responsible and the parents always praised me, plus it was a huge step towards individuality. Grew up with a lot of siblings and relatives, too, so Iâve always been around children.â
Mark grinned, satisfied. That was the answer he wanted to hear. He was only curious because he was interested in you, and before he jumped too far ahead he needed to know what you thought about children. It was a relief that you had so much tenderness for and resonated so well with them. That gave him all the more reasons to want you by his side. âWhat about you?â he asked, adding when your face scrunched about with confusion, âDo you want kids of your own?â
There was no reluctance in your answer, like you had already thought long and hard about the question before. âSomeday. When Iâm married and sure Iâve chosen the right person to settle down and have kids with. And when I have a less demanding job so that Iâm able to take care of my family and spend time with them,â you said, smiling wistfully. âMy parents were busy people. They werenât around a whole lot so me and my siblings practically raised each other.â
Mark gave you a look. One you could make out as pity. You thought his response would be predictable, but it caught you by surprise. âYou donât want to be pitied, do you?â
You blinked, genuinely unsure of how to respond for a moment. Then you broke into a broad grin and said, âNope.â
âI feel for you anyways,â Mark gave a playful nudge to your side with his elbow. âAnd I think you have beautiful visions for the future. I can tell youâre gonna be a great mother.â
You thanked him in a way that was positively bashful. For a while, you and Mark chatted about whatever the hell you wanted - topics in relation to the children, personal life, and everything in between. After the day you and Mark kissed, a more mutual effort to get to know each other blossomed. Mark told you everything there was to know about his job. Most of the time he worked from home without much need for overseer authorization, and set his own hours. As someone who loved being in control, it suited him.
It was alarming that you had gotten so personal so fast. You had only known each other for a month, more or less, and only really began talking a couple of weeks ago. Yet you felt comfortable enough to share a certain level of information that you normally would conceal.
You were becoming close in every sense of the word. The tension between you and Mark never fizzled out, it only seemed to grow more, and more, and more, until it would eventually explode in your faces. By then, you would have no choice but to confront it directly. You couldnât wait.
Mark wrapped his arm around your waist, and peered down briefly to look at it. Contact drove you crazy. You loved having Markâs hands on you, even in non-sexual ways.
He pulled you into him and asked, âHow long are you keeping her?â
âJust until five. Iâm taking her to her grandmaâs after this,â you replied, shifting your gaze back to the playground. But a smug smile tugged your lips. âWhy?â
There was a shine in Markâs pretty brown eyes. It was almost five. Voice tickling your neck, he leaned in to say bluntly, âBecause I wanna take you for a ride. Are you down?â
You casted him an observant glance over your shoulder. What Mark wanted was clear, or so you thought, but you were in the mood for playing hard to get. As per usual. âDunno. What kind of ride?â
âThe kind where we get in my car and go whatever the road and a full tank of gas leads us,â Mark shrugged. âItâs a yes-no question, doll. Are you down, or not?â
Doll. That was new. You had reached the pet name stage, calling each other âbabyâ a couple of times, but âdollâ was new. It also had you wishing that you were both alone so that you could do something about how badly you craved Mark in that moment.
âIâm down. Meet me outside the complex at six?â You questioned, peering up at him yet again. You smiled when you met his eyes, unable to resist the urge. Mark made you feel good inside, all warm and gross. It was a delight to know you were still capable of feeling such a way. After all, it had been so long since the last time.
Mark nodded and smiled back. âI will. Child-less, so that we can have peace of our own.â
You giggled into his chest. You could smell his scent, and it was heavenly.
At six oâclock, Mark was waiting for you downstairs like he said that he would be. And he was child-less. You both were.
Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger door of his car for you and shut it once you were completely inside. Of course, it took more than simple courtesy to impress you, but something about it was making you giggle. Something you couldnât pinpoint.
Mark gave you a look once he settled in the driverâs seat. âWhatâs funny?â
âChivalry,â you sighed, smiling. âApparently, itâs not dead.â
Mark was amused, but held back a snort. You were occasionally ridiculous, but just the right amount. He could tolerate it.
As he gripped the steering wheel, the car jerked to live underneath his fingertips, and soon you were both rolling. You said nothing for a little while, Mark focusing on the road and you peering out the window. The silence wasnât awkward, but he cut on the radio and began to hum the song that was currently playing.
âStop being a hater,â Mark groaned, then went back to singing.
After some moments of teasing, you were finally content and gave it a rest, relaxing into the leather seat. You were happy. If anyone had told you a month ago that youâd be in your new neighborâs car listening to him sing songs from the radio, you would have called them insane. But you werenât stupid and you knew better than to vulnerate yourself to a stranger. You told a couple friends about him and realized why Mark had seemed familiar - because he was. One of them knew Mark and was able to vouch for him, assuring you he was a good guy. That was why you felt so goddamn free.
It was peaceful, being alone with Mark. Whenever you werenât both determined to get into each otherâs pants, that was. But there was none of that right now - only the scenery whirling by at the pace of the lightning, the radio prevailing over the silence, and Mark by your side. And you by his. It felt too damn nice.
âYou never answered my question that day.â
âHm?â you gazed at him, confused. By his sentence and sudden will to ignite conversation, although you didnât mind. âWhat question?â
Markâs hand left the steering wheel and dropped to your thigh, which undoubtedly didnât go unnoticed by you. He didnât move it, but you couldnât ignore his fingers on your skin. âI asked you, what else do you like?â
âAbout you, or in general?â
He shrugged. âWhatever gets you talking.â
You gazed through the windshield, pretending to be pondering deeply. âWell, in general, I like a bunch of things. Iâve got a penchant for poetry and music. This tends to shock people, but parties arenât my scene. Iâm a more reserved person. I love the color blue.â
âWhy blue?â
âBecause it looks amazing on me,â you winked.
âMm,â Mark glanced at you fleetingly through the rear-view mirror. That was when his fingers started moving, kneading your thigh. âWhat else?â
âHm, well,â you began, pretending to be unbothered by his touch. In reality, you were melting with every move. âAbout you, thereâs a lot for me to like, too. Youâre confident, smart, funny, sexy,â then you licked your lips and added, âAnd an excellent kisser.â
Mark grinned, hand still massaging your bare skin. âWhat a sweet-talker you are. Keep going,â he whispered, then gave your thigh a little squeeze.
But you were honest. There were too many things you admired about Mark that led you to becoming drawn to him in such a little period of time. Just as easily as he had been able to make you tell him things, you had persuaded him into opening up. There was still so much to learn about each other on deeper levels, but time was your best friend. For now, you decided that you would tell him what you already knew.
âI like the way you put so much care and effort into what you love. Iâve heard you talk about your son, your friends, your job. You never neglect anything,â you confessed, smiling fondly as you recalled the conversations youâd had. âI like how weâre similar, too. I think thatâs part of the reason why we feel comfortable moving so fast. Weâre cut from the same cloth. We both know what we want and when and how we want it, and weâre not afraid to go get it. Itâs like playing a damn game of tug of war whenever Iâm with you.â
âOr a very calculated game of chess,â Mark added, shaking his head with amusement.
You giggled. âBut thereâs something about you thatâs so⊠alluring. Iâm attracted to it. Youâre a hardworking borderline control freak thatâs unafraid of sincerity. I love it.â
âRomantic. Iâm swooning,â he deadpanned, throwing you a playful glare.
âAnd youâre the right amount of sarcastic.â
âAnd thatâs what gets you going?â
âBaby, please. If I could kiss you right fucking now, I would,â you admitted.
Mark said nothing, but his fingers kept fondling with your flesh, and your breath kept getting out of control. He gave your thigh another reassuring squeeze, letting you know he heard you.
Forest views took over. You pressed your fingertips to the window glass and watched as the rapid blur of scenes that once consisted of neon city lights turned green. Moss-coated branches replaced them, last rays of sunlight filtering through them as you neared the woods and the gravel roads turned to dirt.
âWoods, very spooky. Are you gonna kill me and hide my body out here?â you asked him humorously, watching as he drove you through the wild.
Mark didnât take his eyes off the road as he replied, âAnd dump it in the lake.â
âLake?â
He smiled. âYouâll see.â
You did see a lake. Mark parked his car near some trees and once he helped you outside, led you down a trail until you reached a bridge. It was long and stretched above a medium body of water. Blossoming flowers lived in the grass and the scent was earthy. You stretched ever so slightly over the railing and saw yours and Markâs reflection staring back at you.
There were little fountains in the lake. Creatures made the water ripple and you watched with Markâs arm wrapped around your waist as the smell and sound of nature filled your senses. Ducks pecked around the land edges of the lake in hunt of food.
âItâs beautiful,â you exhaled in awe. The clouds and setting sun peered down on the water and you wished that you had your camera on your person. It was a sight too gorgeous to let become nothing more than a memory fading at the back of your head.
Mark bobbed his head in agreement. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he said, âIt is. I come here from time to time whenever I need to clear my head. Itâs a nice place that Iâve always wanted to share with someone.â
âYou trust me enough to share it with me?â you teased, palms on his chest as you gazed up at his face. âI mean, like what if I get arrested for tax fraud and every time you come here all you can think about is your old neighbor that got sent to prison for evading her taxes.â
âThen, you better do your taxes, or else Iâll be right after you when you get out. For attempted murder.â
You made a face of faux fear. âShiver me timbers!â
Somehow, Mark pulled you closer and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Any closer and you were sure he would be able to feel how fast your heart was beating. It was safe to say that you had a little crush on your neighbor. You wanted him to an extent that words couldnât capture.
There was something different with Mark. Linger was the perfect word to describe how his every action affected you. When he kissed you, you could still feel his lips on you moments afterwards. His every touch lingered on you, even the barest ones. You could taste him on you, his scent lingered on your body - it was too much. But Mark was too persistent. Even if you wanted to, and you didnât, you couldnât get away.
Mark looked at you as if he wanted to kiss you, but to your misfortune, he didnât. Instead his lips parted to say, âWatch the sunset with me.â
Obediently, you turned to face the railing, which pleased him. He moved behind you and tightened his grip on your waist.
The sunset was beautiful, even more so with Markâs company. The two of you made conversation, all the while watching how the sky that was once a pleasant array of colors dulled a deep indigo. The sun descended below the horizon and its reflection in the water was replaced by the moon.
And you - the moonlight illuminated every inch of your face. Mark had always thought that you were gorgeous, but the moonlight made your beauty criminal. He couldnât hold himself back any longer.
âI canât control myself anymore,â Mark growled. At first, you were confused, but when he whirled you around and pressed his lips against yours, you quickly understood.
Mark backed you against the railing, cornering you. Kissing him was too much fun. It was the same battle, the same fervent effort to compel one of you to submit to the otherâs touch, yet both of you always held out, keeping your white flags lowered. Mark had never met anyone that challenged him this much, and you had never met anyone so desperate to prove a point.
When one of you pulled away, you not only were breathing heavily, but dangerously turned on. Your despires were no longer pure wants - they were needs.
âMark,â you exhaled through shallow breaths, âPlease.â
Mark cocked a brow, incredulous, yet amused. âYouâre begging?â
You nodded, casting him a needy glance that nearly made him want to give you everything you wanted then and there. It wounded your pride to beg him to do anything, but you werenât necessarily above it anymore. Lust made you do anything - and it was flowing rapidly through your bloodstream. âPlease, I want it.â
That much was entertaining to him, although Mark still didnât want to give himself to you yet. It wasnât that he wasnât willing to have sex with you, but he wanted to bide his time. He wanted things a specific way and hooking up with you in his car simply wasnât ideal.
Mark shook his head. âIâm not fucking you in my car.â
You pursed your lips and fought back the best way you knew how, huffing, âWhy not? Donât wanna fuck up your expensive seats? Car sex virgin?â
âMy first time was in the back of a car,â Mark told you matter-of-factly, being sure to smile in the most menacing way possible. It was only deserved for the way you left him that day that you kissed him. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face, but you thought he didnât deserve it. âAnd everything I wanna do to you canât happen in a car. Youâve been patient all this time, baby, you can wait a little more.â
âEver the elaborate controlling perfectionist are you,â you drawled, faux aggravation to your tone.
Mark entwined his fingers with yours. âBut you love that about me.â
âI never said that.â
âOh? Must I remind you of your little love confession in my car earlier?â he teased.
You rolled your eyes. âNo, thank you. But I will be expecting a four-page love letter detailing everything you like about me in the mail signed âMarkie Poohâ soon. I like to be courted.â
Mark gave your forehead a chaste peck, grinning as he joked, âIâll enclose it with a kiss.â
You giggled. ïżŒ
Soon, Mark drove you back home and you were kissing him goodbye. It was a dramatic farewell, considering you lived right next door to him, but tonight had been magical and you were wondering where the time had gone. All you wanted to do was freeze time and kiss Mark on that bridge forever.
But you were also sick to your stomach that he still wasnât in your guts. And tonight, you had a plan that would undoubtedly make him snap and give you what you wanted.
Last night, you gave yourself the release that your body was begging for, since Mark refused to fulfill your desires himself. And you made sure to be loud so that your intentions were obvious - ever since the last time he asked you to keep it down, you began doing an impressive job at suppressing your noises, muffling them into your pillow or biting your lip. But not last night. You called it being petty for the right reasons. That was what you were, and rather proudly.
For a little extra flare, you moaned Markâs name. As much as it was you being petty for the sake of setting him off, it was also a self-indulging experience. Fantasizing about your neighbor was what brought you to the edge quicker than anything, and you came harder than ever with the thought of him on your mind.
Mark didnât text you the following day. Usually, you would find time through your hectic work hours to chat, and you would spend the better half of your lunch break typing away at your phone, but it was radio silence.
It was weird. Maybe you and Mark were alike in more ways than you thought, and he was also extremely petty. But for the wrong reasons, in your opinion.
When you came home from work, Mark was standing outside his door, waiting. He leaned against it and stared you down.
âHad fun last night?â
Pretending to be oblivious as to what he was referencing, you played dumb and answered, âYou mean, at the bridge? Of course. When are we going again?â
âDonât play dumb with me,â Mark chastised, glaring. âI heard you last night. You seemed like you were having a good time, you know, moaning my name and all like a slut.â
Never had it ever crossed your mind that you would enjoy Mark calling you a slut, yet here you were, becoming more and more aroused the longer you pushed his buttons. With his commitment to patience, you typically never got much fun out of it, but right now he was approaching his limit and you were anticipating every second of it.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you replied, searching for your keys and acting as if you were paying him no mind.
Mark wasnât having any of it. For weeks you had all been all over each other, the mutual lust long-established, though now you were suddenly disregarding him and it was with one clear intention in mind. He wasnât going to give in to your tricks, but he would play along with your little game. And he was going to win.
The little remaining bits of restraint he had suddenly exhausted and Mark gripped your wrists, ignoring the sound of surprise you uttered as he dragged you into his apartment. The door slammed shut in your trail and he pushed you up against it, pinning your arms above your head as he began to kiss you with urgency.
Kissing Mark was exhilarating. Whenever his lips were flush against yours, it was as if time stopped. Everything seemed to slow down but the dangerously rapid thud of your heart against your chest and the spreading wildfire in your body. You made an attempt to free your wrists from his seemingly tightening touch, writhing against him with desire to touch him, yet whatever strength you had Mark had more and you were unable to overpower his might.
âMark,â you exhaled, pulling away to catch your breath. âI want to touch you.â
He hummed, an idea slithering into his brain. âIf you want to so bad, then beg.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly incredulous, yet the feeling dissipated when you remembered who exactly you were talking to. Scowling, you said, âI begged you once and now youâre getting too used to it.â
âIf you want to get your way when it comes to me, then you better start getting used to it. Now, do you wanna get your pretty little hands on me, or not?â
You sighed. âI do.â
Mark gave you an expecting look. âThen, beg.â
âYou want me to get on my knees, too?â you deadpanned, shooting him a sharp glare that he seemed utterly unbothered by - and it exasperated you.
The grin on his lips then was infuriating. âDonât worry, youâll do that later.â
Ignoring the very obvious implication of those words, you made a face, but the look in Markâs eyes when you met his gaze was so goddamn commanding. The dominance to his aura that you had been so intent on destroying was finally getting to you.
âPlease,â you whimpered, trying to ignore how pathetic you sounded. âLet me touch you, Mark, please.â
Satisfied, Mark let go of your wrists and his lips immediately fell back on yours, the need to kiss you resurfacing. It was like resuming, pressing play and pause. There was something about hearing and seeing you beg - especially against your will - that he found so arousing. You were so resistant to his dominance and it was all too entertaining to see you finally succumb.
Your hands raced to his shirt and with his own assistance, you hiked it above his head, hands flying to his chest afterwards. For a moment, your eyes opened to ogle at him, wallowing in the sight of his bare skin. Mark began to tug at your blouse and you both began to undress one another, leaving a trail of clothes behind you as you both headed to his bedroom.
By the time you got to his bed, you were stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. Lying flat on your back, you watched as Mark took his sweet time to crawl over you. His hand moved at an agonizingly slow pace from your thighs, to your stomach, to your clothed breasts. You felt as if your breath was stuck in your throat as you anticipated what he would do next, and he finally leaned in your ear, whispering, âYou do look good in blue.â
He kissed you there for a little longer, heated and passionate, then pulled you up and said, âGet on your knees.â ïżŒ
Submissively, you sank to the floor without a fight, which both pleased and surprised Mark. Though the little sly grin playing on your lips was a good enough indicator that you were planning something. And you were. Any other time you would have refused to listen to him without first making an attack on his pride, but you were skilled with your tongue and had a line of people youâd been with to show for it. ïżŒ
You were resolved to make him unravel - and you would.
The bulge of his dick was prominent through his underwear, of which you tugged down in desperate haste. You had wanted a taste of him for only God knows how long.
His dick sprung against his stomach and by then your mouth was watering. You took him into your palm, smiling up at Mark as you began to leisurely pump him. Your efforts to tease him only became worse, intentionally letting your lips graze the head of his dick every now and then, giving him false hope that youâd finally get to the best part.
âDonât tease me, doll. You wonât like whatâll happen if you keep up,â Mark warned.
âPunish me, Mark,â you said, smiling broadening.
He wasnât given the chance to respond before you took his cock into your mouth, a little grunt leaving his mouth instead. You were taking him into your mouth bit by bit, efforts to tease him still lingering. Mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and held it behind your neck.
Mark, a man of patience, was beginning to lose the thing he clung to most. He used your hair to force you down on him some more. âStop fooling around and take it, baby. Put your mouth to good use for once.â
In pursuit of spiting him, you fooled around for a moment longer, though finally gave up contentedly after you figured that youâd frustrated him enough. Soon you were steadily bobbing your head up and down his length, cheeks hollowed, his fingers gripping your hair to control your movements to an extent.
The wet sound of your mouth sucking his dick and his little noises of pleasure echoed throughout the bedroom. You smiled to yourself slyly at a thought you were having. Mark was a groaner. ïżŒ
He sounded heavenly. You were quick to discover his weaknesses, catching on to how he became noisier. Mark wasnât the loudest guy that youâd been with, fairly moderate, but he was still unable to hide the signs that said loud and clear you were making him feel good. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw how pleasure was written all over his face, lips parted and his eyes closing from time to time.
That drove Mark borderline insane, you peering up at him like that - and you had already known that it would. At the end of the day, Mark was simply a man, after all. And you had men all figured out.
âGood girl. Just like that,â he praised, pushing your head down a little more.
Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and you stroked him all the while sucking him off, tasting pre-cum on your tongue. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and it was a pleasure. There was no denying he was close.
When Mark noticed you slowing down in efforts to tease him, he was displeased and decided that he had enough of your schemes. The loosened, relaxed grip on your hair suddenly tightened and he began to thrust into your mouth, taking control. You were good with your mouth and able to take it deep, but the sudden movement caught you off-guard and you began to gag.
âJust when I praise you, you decide you wanna be a little fucking brat,â Mark spat, pulling your hair again. âYou just canât listen, can you?â
You glared up at him, tears pricking your eyes, and the sight made him let out a laugh. He knew as well as the next person that you liked acting tough, but with tears in the corners of your eyes and a cock in your mouth, you looked nothing short of pathetic.
He shot you a withering look, adding, âYou always act like you have the whole world in the palm of your hands. You try to get under my skin because you want to see me succumb to the same tricks you play on everyone else, but you know I wonât give an inch and you donât know how to handle it. Wish you could see how pathetic you look when you shut the hell up and take my cock.â
Right now you wished that he would shut the hell up, but oddly enough, his words were turning you on. You silently prayed that he wouldnât catch on to how wet you were getting with every passing moment.
Mark was close. His sentences became raspy, deep groans and his pace was relentless, merciless. Like he was trying to bruise the very back of your throat. It took everything in you not to choke out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction in seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He was already enjoying this too much.
Mark groaned, âFuck. You gonna swallow it, babe?â
As a way of saying âyesâ, you hummed around his shaft and the vibration was making him lose his mind. You swiftly moved one of your palms to wipe at a streak of tears on your cheeks before he noticed.
You doubted that he did. Mark was in another world, eyes closed as he was overcome by pleasure. The warmth and wetness of your mouth was everything and he was out of control, movements unrestrained. He came in your mouth with a grunt, giving your hair one last violent tug as his climax struck his body. You milked him dry, taking every bit of his cum in your mouth that you could possibly manage.
There was a noise when you rolled him out of your mouth, looking him in his eyes immediately afterwards. Mark was breathless, and so were you, but he could only smile.
You gave him a look, voice slightly hoarse from the throat-fucking as you asked, âWhat?â
âNothing,â he replied, smile unfaltering, but it was obviously something. âIâm simply enjoying the way you look with spit and my cum on your lips and chin.â
You rolled your eyes and wiped yourself clean with the back of your hand. âAnd I was enjoying the way you looked like you were on the verge of losing your shit.â
âFunny how youâre only quiet when you have a dick in your mouth.â
Wittily, you retorted, âMaybe I would shut up if you fucked me.â
Instead of giving you an immediate response, Mark pulled you back onto the mattress, hovering above you as you lay flat on your back. âMm-hm. Thatâs why you were moaning my name so loud last night, right? Because you wanted my dick?â
One of his palms slipped underneath the band of your underwear and you let out a little cry of surprise when you felt his fingers brushing against your arousal. You were holding in your breath. It had been so long since anyone had you like this and you were touch-starved, feeling completely deprived of sex and nearly the memory of what it was like.
His free hand gave a loud, resounding smack to your thigh, and you yelped. âThat was a question, doll.â
âYes,â you choked out. âPlease. I want it so bad, Mark.â
âSo wet, all for me,â he sighed with bliss. His fingers were now plunging inside your pussy, sliding in and out with ease. You hadnât been this wet in ages. âHow long has it been since you were last with someone?â
âI donât know, like three months,â you guessed, not really wanting to think about it when his touch was all you could focus on. âA really long fucking time, basically.â
Mark made a face, surprised. âNo wonder youâre so damn needy.â
His teasing did nothing to help and you were quickly growing impatient. There was no need to explain why it had been so long, you were certain he already knew. With your work schedule there was rarely time to meet new people and you had no one to come home to. But Mark made it too goddamn easy, and considering how hard you worked, you could use a good fuck.
âItâll be a year by the time you fuck me,â you grumbled, impatient. What more did he want you to do? You sucked him off, begged, and yet he was still torturing you by resisting. It was like he was deliberately trying to get you to lose your goddamn mind, and knowing Mark, you wouldnât put it past him. It was working.
Mark said nothing, looking at you blithely. And hungrily. There was still a layer of clothes obstructing the view of your bare skin, and greedily his hands flew to the band of your underwear. You bit back a whimper at the feeling of being suddenly empty, but Mark tore your panties past your ankles, and your bra immediately followed as he tugged on the straps.
The sight of your naked body had Markâs dick throbbing and he swore then that you were Aphrodite. You were driving him past the brink of insanity. He had envisaged your body in his dreams and fantasies, though nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked sprawled out on his sheets and he could only think one thing. Goddamn.
That was it for him. He was still resolved to tease you to sheer hell, but he could keep playing your games while inside of you.
You made a tiny gasp when you felt the head of Markâs cock prod your folds. The sight of your pussy was his kryptonite - you were dripping with arousal. You wanted him so badly and he wanted you just as much. He pushed the tip in with a raspy groan and made a couple slow, shallow thrusts.
Then a couple turned into too many for you to count and you were becoming impatient. More than you already were. âMark, hurry the hell up,â you grumbled.
âMm, no. I think Iâll keep going like this,â Mark teased. After the way you treated him only moments ago, he wasnât the least bit sympathetic. âI told you, you werenât going to like what happened if you kept teasing me. Now look.â
Just like he said you wouldnât, you werenât liking this. He was agonizingly slow, not deep enough, and it was all deliberate. Karma was a fucking bitch.
âFuck you,â you spat, insincere.
Mark was totally unbothered, seemingly paying you no mind as he replied, âThatâs no way to talk to the man who youâre so wet for. Ask me nicely and maybe Iâll reconsider.â
Holding back a groan in fear of his changing his mind about reconsidering, you tidied up the sentence you were preparing to say to him and fixed your tone. âMark, can you please move faster?â
âDonât you sound so sweet when you ask like a good girl,â Mark sang. Before you could muster a response, he finally thrusted completely into you and you moaned. The way your pussy gripped him was his vice, and you stretched to accommodate his size.
In no time he also discarded his formerly slow pace and adopted a new, speedier one. The way he was pounding you was so deep and perfect and you grabbed his shoulders, desperately needing something to cling to.
This type of experience used to only exist in your head. More often than not, you winded up touching yourself to the thought of the man before you as a way to cope with your stress and lechery. You would close your eyes and picture his dark hair matted by sweat, his face scrunched up with pleasure. You would imagine the noises that heâd make when he finally felt the grip of your pussy around his dick, the way your body responded to his every touch. It got you off too quick, tempting you to march over to his apartment and demand he finished the job.
But you never did. You wanted to see him lose his patience - and you did.
âPussyâs so damn tight,â Mark groaned, which made you grin smugly. You knew that already.
Mark leaned low and began to press soft kisses into your skin, his thumb brushing over your stiff nipples. He found you utterly beautiful, no flaw in his eyes. The breathy sounds you were making in response felt like hearing an angel.
Although you were enjoying yourself, you couldnât shake the feeling that something was missing and said, âDonât be gentle with me, baby.â
Mark smiled softly. âI donât plan to be, doll.â
When Mark was finished with your breasts, his mouth replaced them, beginning to latch roughly onto your neck. Which made you sigh out in bliss. The feeling of his teeth digging sharply into your flesh made you certain that he was going to leave Markâs, and you were too fond of it. You wanted Mark to make you his.
Everything was too much in the best way possible. You were intoxicated by the feeling of Markâs bare cock between your walls, striking the sweetest parts of you. Your mouth parted in too-loud moans of his name.
He gripped your throat, looking you dead in the eyes as he commanded, âBe fucking quiet.â
That made you clench around his length. At first, your eyes widened, but you recovered swiftly and your lips curled into a broad smile as you met Markâs gaze. The look on your face right then made his cock twitch.
âYou like that, huh?â he asked, tightening the grip around your neck. You couldnât get a single coherent word out, choking, but the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head was more than the perfect answer.
Mark let go of your throat after a moment and began to watch the way your cunt swallowed him whole. It was satisfying to have you at his disposal like this. He was hell bent on taming you, no matter how many fucks it took; the more the merrier. He couldnât get enough of the way you felt - warm, wet walls clamping tightly around his size - and he knew deep down that there was no way in hell this would be the last time.
There was no going back. He was set on you; you on him. You were different from anyone he had ever been with before, you were a challenge. Brats were something he never thought he would be fond of, wallowing in the fact that most women bent to his will. But you caught onto his behavior fast and opposed it, resolved to break down his walls, and he was game. Mark never went down without a fight, though neither did you, and he liked it too damn much.
Taming you was fun. It was something he never knew that he needed until you suddenly came into his life, providing him a little thrill and excitement on a silver platter. You were so much like him that it was all too easy to read you, to find out what made you tick. And making you feel defeated was what he got out of trying to put a leash on your wildness.
Not too long after, you were moaning in a chant, âMark,â his words forewarning you to be quiet going in one ear and out of the other. You couldnât help it. It felt perfect. He was so deep and so thick, making you feel full.
âBrat,â Mark hissed, shaking his head. But with how utterly disobedient you were he didnât bother to scold you again, taking matters into his own hands by picking your panties and shoving them into your mouth. âThatâll shut you up.â
There was an instant sound of protest and likely you cursing at him, considering how you narrowed your eyes at him, but there was no way for him to tell. Mark smiled tauntingly. âCanât hear you, babe,â he said.
You raised your middle finger in a silent retaliation, but Mark retaliated back even quicker and lifted your hands above your head, pinning them down to the mattress. You felt so fucking powerless, yet Mark had so much power over you and your body. It wasnât fair.
It wasnât long before you could finally sense your orgasm building up, a dam on the very verge of breaking loose. Everything felt otherworldly and you swore that you were no longer breathing. Like you were gone, but your body was still physically alive and well. Pleasure ripped through every last vein in your bare body and consumed it in its entirety, swallowing you in its mass.
Markâs pace was merciless, and when he moved one of his hands to wrap around your throat, so was the tight squeeze on both sides. It was damn near bruising and your eyes were fluttering, but you didnât want him to stop. You were internally begging that he wouldnât.
Your panties fell from your mouth and you took the opportunity to ask with a struggle, âCan I please cum, Mark?â
âLet go for me, babe,â Mark grunted, resisting the urge to comment on how pathetic you sounded asking for permission in your hoarse little voice. It came to him as a pleasant surprise, and a satisfying sound that left his dick throbbing.
There was no need to tell you twice. You came with one last cry of his name, back arching as you began to come undone. It was explosive, your entire body reacting to the intensity of it. Your toes clenched and your pussy gripped relentlessly around his shaft. You swore that you were beginning to see stars.
Mark pulled out and came on your stomach with a deep sexy groan, the sight and sound of you at your very climax triggering his own orgasm consecutively. His hands loosened their grip and set you free, and soon you were both lying flat on his bed, panting heavily.
âSo,â he began through shallow breaths, and you braced yourself for whatever he could have possibly said next. âHowâs that for a weak dick game?â
You glanced at him confused, then suddenly broke into a fit of laughter after you recalled what he was referencing. You had insulted his game. âI take it back,â you replied. âItâs alright.â
Mark raised a brow. âJust alright? Like I didnât have to put your panties in your mouth because you wouldnât stop screaming my name?â
âI was not screaming.â
âYou were screaming. AndâŠ,â
Before he could add anything else - and you knew he would, refusing to let you live anything that happened today down - you smashed your lips against his and carded your fingers through his hair, effectively shutting him up. Mark kissed back with joy, smiling against your lips. All of the other kisses that you two shared had consisted of rough, unrestrained attempts at dominating one another, but this was slow and sweet. It was gentle, and dare you say loving.
âOne more round?â you asked when you pulled away.
Mark snickered. âDonât tempt me, baby. If we start with one it might become two.â
You licked your lips and grinned. That was useful information. âNope, Iâm tempting you. Now give in.â
Mark gave your lips another kiss, but immediately became distracted once he caught another glimpse of the swell of your breasts. âDamn, baby,â he sighed contentedly, running his hands over the shape. âI just fucking might.â
Temptations. Oh, how dangerous they were. But caving into them might have been the best decision youâd ever made - and Mark was living proof.