#mark got7

Her stomach dropped.

He didn’t open it. Just looked at her with the quiet curiosity of someone who wasn’t prying, just asking.

“You want me to pack it?” he asked gently.

She stood too quickly. “No, I’ve got it.”

She crossed the room, took the box from his hands faster than she meant to, and held it close like it might be taken from her.

Do Hwan raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn’t comment. He didn’t need to. The tension in her shoulders said enough.

“I didn’t open it,” he offered after a beat.

“I know.”

She set the box down beside her suitcase, not inside it. Not in the pile for donation either. Somewhere… in between.

Then came the knock.

Sharp.

Direct.

Unmistakable.

Do Hwan turned toward the door, confused. “You expecting someone?”

Y/N didn’t move.

She swallowed hard. “No.” The second knock was louder. And this time, she didn’t move right away. Because she knew that knock. She’d heard it before. And it wasn’t just a knock. It was the sound of something she hadn’t finished with coming back for her anyway.

She opened it.

When she opened the door, Jinyoung stood there like a storm barely held together—black sweatshirt, manila folder in one hand, jaw tight beneath the brim of his cap.

But he didn’t look at her.

His eyes immediately found Woo Do Hwan, who stood a few steps behind her in the apartment, a roll of bubble wrap in one hand.

There was a long, charged pause.

Do Hwan blinked at Jinyoung. Then looked at Y/N. And—clearly reading the tension with ease—he rolled his eyes with a faint scoff and turned toward the hallway.

Y/N stepped aside, and Do Hwan slipped past them to the front door.

“I was leaving anyway,” Hwan muttered as he opened past the two of them awkwardly.

“I’ll text you,” he passed Y/N a smile before b-lining for the exit.

Jinyoung hadn’t moved, and neither did the glare he had on Y/N.

His grip tightened on the folder.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

He didn’t have to, she knew why he was here.

“Come in.” she sighed to Jinyoung.

Jinyoung’s jaw tensed, but he followed her inside.

She didn’t meet his eyes as the door clicked shut behind him.

Not until she heard it.

Slam.

Harder than necessary.

The sound echoed through the half-packed apartment, thudding into her spine like a warning.

Jinyoung’s gaze swept the room—over the scattered boxes, the tape dispensers, the evidence of her slow dismantling of their shared history.

“So,” he said, voice low but dripping with disbelief, “You got what you wanted, huh? New apartment? New boyfriend? I hope you're happy now.”

Y/N turned slowly to face him, arms crossed, voice flat and cold.

“I will be when i'm far from you.”

He stepped further in, slow and deliberate, like crossing a line he didn’t intend to walk back.

“Why did you have him here?” he asked, tone deceptively calm.

Her gaze didn’t flinch. “I’m sorry, is this your apartment??? God, you’re so transparent. Do you even know why you’re mad? Or is it just the fact that it wasn’t you leaving my place?”

Something flickered in his jaw—tension, guilt, something uglier.

“I came here to bring the revised contract,” he said tightly, lifting the manila folder as if that proved anything.

She didn’t even glance at it.

“Bullshit,” she snapped. “You could’ve emailed it. You came because you wanted to see if I was alone.”

Silence stretched between them.

The kind that confirmed everything.

His jaw clenched. Hard. But he didn’t deny it.

“So what,” he bit out, “he’s the new you-and-me? Cute.”

Y/N smirked, slow and cold. “Maybe this time it’ll work out.”

That did it.

He shoved the folder out toward her like it burned his fingers. “Just sign the damn contract so we can get this over with and I never have to see you again.”

But they both knew he didn’t mean it.

Not when he still hadn’t looked away. Not when he hadn’t moved. Not when his voice cracked just slightly around the word never.

And Y/N—still standing in her half-packed apartment, hand hovering just inches from the folder—had never been more aware of the fact that this wasn’t about paper.

It never had been.

“Got a pen?” she asked.

He narrowed his eyes at her as he pulled a pen from the pocket of his sweatshirt, already prepared.

She let out a short, amused breath at how predictably ready he always was.

When he extended the pen toward her, their hands brushed—her fingers grazing his for a moment—and she looked up, locking eyes with him.

“Why did you kiss me that day?” she asked suddenly, her voice low and curious.

He furrowed his brow, caught off guard by the question.

“Because I wanted to,” he said bluntly. “Now sign it.”

“What about now?” she asked, stepping closer to him.

She shouldn't want a man like this, so degradingly, but she just could not stop wondering what it would feel like.

“Y/N.” His voice dropped into a warning as he said her name, eyes narrowing down at her.

She didn’t back down. “You do, don’t you?” as she eased even closer.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, jaw tightening.

“What else do you want to do to me?” she pressed, voice soft but charged.

He scanned her from head to toe, eyes darkening. “What exactly are you saying?”

She stepped closer, the space between them shrinking. “I’m saying, after I sign this contract, I’ll never see you again.”

“So?”

“So... I want to know what it could have been like before I let you go.” Her fingers trailed down his abdomen, light but deliberate.

“Y/N...” His warning came again, rougher this time.

She reached for his belt—not to undo it, but to feel the leather under her fingertips. Tilting her head, she whispered, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

He didn’t. Instead, he looked at her with those eyes of his, eyes that flashed—not with anger, but something else. Something worse. Like he missed her more than he should, and hated that inevitably, he would always give in to anything she asked.

Seeing this, she closed the gap entirely, her chest pressing against his. Then he moved.

Two hands on the phone yall...

It was fast—his hands grabbing her face, their mouths crashing together. It was clumsy, rough, teeth and tension and all the things they hadn’t said pressing between them. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. He lifted her slightly, backing her against the nearest wall.

There was no softness. Just desperation. Just heat.

It hadn’t even been that long since the last time he kissed her, but this—this felt different. There was something sharper in it now, something possessive, like he had a point to prove. And god, it still felt good. Too good.

When they broke apart, breathless, foreheads nearly touching, neither of them said anything for a second.

Then—

Jinyoung grabbed her again, pressing her against any wall that was closest.

This time, it was worse—better—than the first. He kissed her like he hated her. Like he wanted to forget she ever mattered.

His hands slide under her shirt. Her nails dig into his shoulders, not in affection—in defiance.

“This doesn’t mean anything.” he gets out between kisses.

“Good.” she replies.

But neither of them steps away. Instead, he lowers his mouth to her neck, where he bites harshly, invoking a moan from Y.N.

“Just fuck me, Jinyoung. That’s why you came here anyway, right?” she whined.

“You left me, you fucking left me, you used me, and then you left me, do you know what that did to me?” he says against her jaw. “...It ruined me. And it made a mess…” He leaned closer into her ear.

She held her breath waiting for what he was about to say next.

“...And that’s exactly how I’m going to leave you.” He whispered into her ear before biting along her neck, hard.

“Mmm” she moaned, raking her hands through his hair.

“Maybe if you touched me like this before, I wouldn’t have needed anyone else.” she cooed, knowing it would piss him off.

He laughs—low, sharp, cruel—and lifts her with one hand at her thigh. “You think he could make you feel as good as I can?” he questioned. “Guess we’ll never know, since you interrupted.”

He didn’t like that. He pressed her harder against the wall. “This is all you’re good for anyway.” Jinyoung remarked.

“Right back at you.” she added.

His hand went to her neck. “I want you to choke…” He looked down at her body and then back into her eyes. “On me.” He finished, staring at her for a reaction. 

Her hands went lightly to his abdomen before pushing him back in the direction of her coach, and then back onto to.

Pushing him down on the coach, he watched her as she lowered herself onto her knees, spreading his legs apart.

Tentatively, she lifted up his shirt to reveal his insane body.

Making eye contact, she laid her tongue right below his stomach, next to his v lines. She imagined doing this so many times. Slowly she glided her hands up across his abs.

One hand grabbed a handful of her hair to hold her against his stomach, the other was undoing his belt.

Unzipping his pants, and pulling them down forcefully.

Jinyoung grit his teeth, either out of pleasure, annoyance, or a little bit of both. He looked unfairly gorgeous—jaw clenched, eyes dark, lips swollen from their kiss—and for a second, she hated how easy it still was to want him. 

Y/N slid his pants down enough to reveal his navy boxers, and she almost moaned at how hard he already was for her.

She had never seen his dick, and she now was this close to having it in her mouth. Jinyoung’s dick. And with her lust, she didn’t really care about the circumstances.

Y/N greedily laid her palm on his bulge, causing him to moan. But the sight of Jinyoung, legs spread on her coach waiting for her mouth to be placed on his dick wasn’t enough. She pushed his shirt up to see his abs, to which he allowed her.

She hummed, placing her tongue instantly onto his abdomen, roaming it over every crevice, invoking a reaction from Jinyoung. Her palms went everywhere, and right below her, her chest was pressed against a certain member.

Teasingly, she made her hands down to the quite literal elephant in the room, passing him a look to find him hanging onto her next move. She peeled back the rim of his boxers ever so slightly to swipe her tongue below the surface.

“Fuck!” He yelled, throwing his head back, grabbing a handful of her hair.

Y/N’s face turned red at how loud he was. He certainly was a singer because he didn’t care who heard him.

Was she really that good at just licking?

A nervous wave washed over her at the reminder that she hadn’t practiced what she was about to do in a very… very… long time. What if she was bad at it and this is how he remembers her forever? Would this really have been worth it in that case, or would it have been better to keep this a mystery?

But she didn’t have much time to think about it, because not only did she love teasing Jinyoung, but she loved the idea of teasing herself. If he touched her right now he’d be able to tell. It was clear Jinyoung couldn’t get enough of the sensation of her tongue just above his dick, memorizing his v-line inch by inch. 

“I’ll admit, I missed your tongue,” he muttered, eyes shut.

Her mind questioned why he didn’t outright answer her question. 

“Just my tongue?” she smirked knowingly against his abs. But in regards to the latter part, he didn’t have to tell her twice.

He tightened his grip on her hair. She pulled on his boxers for the moment she had quite literally imagined and dreamed of thousands of times in her head, and admittedly… it was much better than all of those combined.

As soon as she managed to pull down his boxers to his thighs, his dick sprang back onto his abs, and god was it perfect - just like him.

It was long, not too long, but just right, and the thickness of it too. And he was shaved, having her wondering in the back of her mind if he knew this was going to happen before he came here or if she wasn't the only one dinner had been served for lately.

But she couldn't get wrapped around negative thoughts for long when she noticed the precum on his pink tip.

So he really did miss her tongue?

Y/N was practically drooling at the idea of gagging on such a perfect dick as this, but even more at the idea of riding it.

With one bold swipe of her tongue, she dragged a wet stripe from the base of his dick to the tip.

Jinyoung stared, mouth open but nothing came out, eyebrows wincing in either pain or please.

Y/N, unknowingly, made eye contact with him as she licked the precum off the tip - and god did he taste good.

She fought back a smirk at his reaction, lowering her mouth back down to in between his balls, padding her tongue in between.

The sounds Jinyoung was making encouraged Y/N that she hadn’t forgotten how to do this properly after all.

She stayed there for a minute, licking in between to start him off, Jinyoung having a visceral reaction as her hands washed over his abs, grabbing his sides as she continued to lick.

The sound her own tongue was making in between his balls was getting her wet, as well as Jinyoung's moans. And at this point she hadn't even sucked on it yet.

Speaking of which, after enough teasing, she went back to his hard dick once again with the dragging of her tongue on the underside of it onto the top, causing Jinyoung to shutter in his breathing again.

Staring up at him, she slunk her hands from his abs to wrap around his dick, steading a hold around it before proceeding to kiss the tip.

He massaged her scalp as if to encourage her, not like she needed it, she was already hungry enough to proceed.

After rolling her thumb over his tip, Jinyoung jerked, clearly sensitive. Y/N smirked, rolling her tongue on top of it, and then placing the tip into her mouth.

Slowly but surely, she inched farther down his length, using her hands to cover the rest tightly. It took force to ensure she wasn’t gagging, as much as she gave herself, actually having dick in your mouth after being out of condition for so long took a lot of getting used to, and her gag reflex wasn’t so great with memory.

She tried her hardest not to touch anything with her teeth, especially a dick as perfect as Jinyoungs, and by his reaction she was doing good so far.

Jinyoung didn’t push her down on him at all, he seemingly needed time to get used to this too, his head tilted back, looking down at her through half hooded eyes.

As she continued sucking more and more, she used her hand to help her jerk him off.

She couldn’t believe she was sucking the Park Jinyoung’s dick right now… and she wondered why she didn’t do this sooner?

Whether it was voluntary or not, Jinyoung jerked his hips up, getting deeper inside her throat than she intended, causing her to gag.

Her face turned red at the sound as she retracted her mouth from his dick, looking up at him unsure.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I said "choke on it.” he affirmed, raising his eyebrows for her to go on.

Some relief calmed her embarrassment as clearly the gagging is what he wanted. Feeling more confident, she replied, “Make me.” she squeaked out, locking eyes, hands stuck on his length, testing.

He raised his eyebrow at her, intrigued.

“You like being used, don’t you Y/N?” he asked slyly.

“Yes Daddy.” she agreed.

Hearing this name, he grit his teeth before peeling her hands away from his dick as if to say no hands. With one hand he reached down and opened her jawn for her, with the other, her pressed his tip onto her mouth.

“Open.” he ordered, and she followed immediately, sticking out her tongue, eyes watching Jinyoung.

With that, he coerced his length into her mouth, groaning, then moving his hands to grab her hair and hold it back. 

With his dick inside her mouth, no hands in sight, he leaned his head back onto the coach and slowly guided her head up and down his shaft, causing him to curse to himself as he rolled his hips into her mouth.

Undeniably, Y/N was loving the sight, but she was still trying to prevent herself from gagging. As she tried to keep up, Jinyoung’s pace of thrusting into her mouth was quickening, as so was his depth.

Part of her was obsessed with Jinyoung throat fucking her, the other was trying to make sure she could do it correctly.

The way she had to swallow him whole was choking her, but watching the way his abs tensed and he had to throw back his head to moan gave her the strength to get over it. 

His pace had roughened as he dragged her by the hair on and off his length, Y/N was gagging mixed with moaning, and she didn’t care.

“Look at me when I fuck your throat.” he demannded, and immediately she complied.

“God Y/N you suck it so fucking good.” he assured. 

“Your little coworker doesn’t do this?” She asked as her lips popped off his dick, passing Jinyoung a look.

Jinyoung grit his teeth. “Just shut up the fuck up and give me head.” he ordered as he threw his head back, grabbing her by the hair, and forcing her mouth on him. She complied willingly.

“God I love how you can fit it all in your pretty little mouth.” he remarked, holding her head down for a minute causing her to choke there.

She moaned onto it, mouth full as her lips were touching the base of his dick.

“Why do you have to be so pretty? You’re killing me” he sighed, staring down at her as if trying to sear the image of her choking on him in his mind.

Y/N tried to hide the blush on her face at the idea of him complimenting her while she looked like this.

A few more bounces of throat fucks and thats all it took.

“Y/N” he whimpered. Y/N face burned bright red at the how looked in pain trying to achieve his orgasm.

Her name sounded different in his mouth now—low, breathless, aching.

And then— A knock.

Loud. Sharp. Unmistakable. The front door.

Y/N froze, still catching her breath, blinking like she’d forgotten where she was. Jinyoung didn’t stop though. He continued, trying to ignore it.

But the knock came again. 

Jinyoung’s jaw flexed. He didn’t even look surprised. Just annoyed. Possessive.

“She kinda has her hands full!” Jinyoung shouted for whoever at the door to hear. “Or mouth full I should say…” he muttered more for the two of them.

Y/N was about to pull back before Jinyoung squeezed her hand, rocking his hips into her mouth more needily.

Was the idea of someone just outside the door really turning him on?

Jinyoung could barely breathe when he asked, “should I just cum on your face? Leave you ruined like I am? Have you open the door with my kids on your face so everybody in Korea can see who’s fucking you, have you more fucked than you already are?” he groaned.

“I haven’t been fucked yet,” she replied in that tone of hers before licking the tip of his dick over once more.

He grabbed a handful of her hair as he rolled his dick over her mouth and on her face.

“Make up your mind, and fast.” he ordered, trying to breathe.

“Let me swallow.” she practically begged.

“That’s letting you off easy,” he laughed.

In all honesty, despite her saying no to the offer of a facial, she was actually reconsidering at the thought of it.

“Tell me now,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

“N-not on my face Jinyoung” she barely got out, hands sprawling over his balls.

Jinyoung, on the brink of orgasm, couldn’t stay silent any longer. Quickly he tilted his head back and pulled her by her hair to take his load in her mouth. She could hear him groaning like she’s never heard him before, and then she could taste him in the back of her throat. She choked back a gag, too consumed with the strain in Jinyoung’s face, his torso scrunch up, biceps flexed, holding onto her hair as he came in her mouth.

He tasted amazing. And he sounded even better.

Jinyoung continued pumping every last drop into her mouth, making uncontrollable moans as he held onto her hair for dear life, Y/N holding onto his abs as she took the last of it in the back of her throat.

She wanted to suck him off again.

Too bad someone was at the door.

She didn’t have time to savor him before she stood up and went for the door, praying they hadn’t heard that.

She checked the peep hole.

It was Hwan.

She unlocked it.

But before she could open it fully, he slid in behind her, towering, his chest against her back like a warning, his pants not even zippered yet.

Hwan stood there, eyes flicking between her flushed face and red neck, to the man just behind her.

Jinyoung didn’t let Y/N answer.

“We’re kinda busy right now.” Jinyoung informed.

Y/N tried to suppress the urge to punch him.

“I left my keys…” Hwan announced awkwardly.

“Oh! I was wondering what that was.” Jinyoung remarked walking back to the couch before returning to the doorway.

He tossed Hwan his keys, to which Hwan caught, but he nevertheless remained there, slightly dumbfounded.

“...Do you want to watch or something?” Jinyoung asked.

Y/N mouth fell agape as she looked over her shoulder to Jinyoung.

“No-” Hwan answered with half a laugh.

“Good because I don’t share. Next time, try texting.” he advised he closed the door forcefully and locked it.

“Jinyoung!” Y/N scolded, turning to him now.

“Shut up.” he muttered before he pressed her against the wall again, kissing her neck, rougher than before. 

In between his lips on her neck, he went on. “You made my worst fears about you come true, it's only fair I do the same to you.” he announced.

“Turn around” he ordered, spinning her by the shoulders so her chest was against the wall, her back facing him. She arched her back, marrying her hips to his crotch. Slowly, she could feel him grinding slowly against her ass, causing her to moan.

With one hand, he reached into her shorts, moving her panties to the side, laying his hand flat against her, fingers skimming over her folds causing her to suck in a breath, while the other, ran under her shirt and over her breast, cupping it roughly.

“Jinyoung-” she breathed out.

With the other hand he let go of her breast and skimmed up to hand to her neck, choking lightly.

She was in ecstasy.

“What do you want what you’re so desperate for?” He asked

“You to touch me,”

“I am.”

“More.” she whined.

“How much more?”

“Jinyoung, I want you inside me…” she muttered shyly.

He had to maintain his composure at this response.

“Like this?” He asked, sliding his middle finger into her panties, and then inside her.

She whined so loud Jinyoung had to put pressure on her throat again.

She had never felt Jinyoung finger her, but god did it feel good.

“Is that a yes?”

She didn’t know what to think or what to say, all she could get out was…

“Your dick.”

He smirked to himself, letting go of her throat, but keeping his finger inside her.

“I was fucking right about you wasn’t I? You don’t want me, you just want my dick.”

“I want you Jinyoung!" she moaned.

cause what????????

“Show me then” he dared.

He removed his hand from her cunt, bringing his finger slowly up to his mouth before submerging it, tasting her.

He leaned forward to moan beside her ear, causing her to press harder against him in hopes of securing any friction against her panties.

“You taste so fucking good,” he fussed, his hand sneaking back under her shirt and around her neck. Y/N shut her eyes at how good that sounded coming out his mouth. He hesitated before continuing, as if he was thinking.

“Why should I give you what you want after everything you did?” he asked into her ear.

“Because if you don’t take me now you might never get to again.” she informed him.

At this, he spun her around to face him before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. 

Once there, he shoves her onto the bed, standing for a second. She glares at him like she dares him to keep going. He pulls his shirt over his head, before he pulls her hips to the edge of the bed. 

He looked even better without the shirt. His body still reminiscent of the military, he was certainly bigger than the shirt alluded to. From his abs, to his chest, to his arms, she didn’t know what to touch first. Not to mention he had one of those slutty silver chains he had been wearing recently gracing his collar. She couldn’t wait to taste that especially.

“I want you naked, now.” he demanded as he undid his pants. He sounded so hot like this.

He had never seen her naked before but she guessed now was as good as time as every, and there was no point in being shy about it.

“Are you going to make me do everything?” he questioned, seeing as though she had yet to do what he asked.

She bit back her thoughts and bunched up her shirt slowly before lifting it off her toros and throwing it across the room. 

She laid back down, staring at him through half hooded eyes as she laid there naked, no bra underneath. He looked like he wanted to drool at the sight.

Quickly, he tugged at her shorts, removing them not so delicately from her legs before throwing that too. Then, he pulled her by her hips close against his crotch, the only thing between them was his boxers and her panties.

He rolled his hips against her like that for a minute, both uttering sounds. He started thrusting as if to give her a taste of what it would be like without. But she didn’t just want a taste, she wanted the whole thing.

Jinyoung then peeled her thong off of her, her wet cunt exposed to the air, evoking a small gasp from Y/N, before Jinyoung discarded her panties to the side too.

He spread her legs ever so slightly, and Y/N basqued in the sight of Jinyoung staring at her. Without a thought he waved his thumb over her entrance gently, sucking his teeth at how ridiculously wet she was.

He plunged the tip of his thumb in her ever so slightly, making her squirm for more.

“You’re soaking?? You liked sucking my dick that much Y/N?” he smirked.

“I loved it.” she hummed, rolling her hips for more.

He retreated his hand to his boxers, to whip out what she liked salivating on so much. She could tell just by the sight of how hard he was, how easy this was going to be slipping in her, and how badly she wanted it.

“I’m gonna give you what you wanted, okay?” he asked in a rather gentle tone, staring down at her.

She had to fight back a smile.

For all the aggressive playing Jinyoung could farce, why did he sound so gentlemanly just now? It just goes to show, in reality, he was still Jinyoung. She realized he was only acting mean because she liked it.

All she could do was nod her head to give him the go ahead.

Eager, Jinyoung pressed the tip of his length just past her lips, as if it was a warning for what was next, causing both of them to gasp. She clung onto his huge arms to steady herself. He stared down at her, mouth agape.

“God Y/N I only put the tip in and you feel so good.” he laughed at her reaction.

“More Jinyoung!” she begged.

“Are you sure…?”

This time her nails dug into his biceps, eyes rolling back. “Just fuck me Jinyoung!” she cried out.

“It feels that good huh?” he quirked, impressed with himself.

“I’m using you.” she added.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “No, baby. You’re the one getting used.” Then, he pulled her by the hips, and roughly slammed the rest of it into her.

She screamed.

“How long have you wanted to do this to me?” she whined.

“Since I saw you in that coffee shop, I wanted to bend you over right there.” he replied in her ear.

“Then why didn’t you? Why did we have to wait until we broke up?” she asked. 

“Because if we did I’d be addicted to you.”

“Like you are now?” she smirked up at him.

“I wanna hear you moan, not talk.” he growled, picking up the pace.

She granted his wish, continuing to let out what she was feeling.

“Does he fuck you like this?” Jinyoung asked in her ear. 

He was referring to Hwan.

At this, all she could do was moan - directly in his ear.

“Answer me,” he demanded, hand lightly on her throat.

Y/N could barely pay any mind to his question, so instead she gave a laugh. Hearing him ask such a stupid question reminded her that no matter how many mean things he said, or how coldly cruel he tried to act, that's all it was - an act. In reality he was only really invested in one thing. And it was entertaining to see he was still jealous over her.

Jinyoung didn’t like that she found the question entertaining, and he hated even more that she didn’t answer it. He pulled back out before slamming into her again, causing her to squirm again, feeling him in her gut.

“I … fucking hate you.” he said, but it sounded like he could barley choke it out.

Y/N continued smirking, knowing it wasn’t really how he felt… although he sure was giving it to her like he did.

“Oh really?” she smirked, besides herself.

“Really.” he returned, annoyed.

“Then let me ask you something…” she leaned over into his ear. “Why are you inside me right now?” she whispered to him, entertained.

He tightened his grip on her throat.

“Do you think I have to be in love with you to have sex with you Y/N?” he returned to her ear. Her gut tensed a little, and not because she was adjusting to his dick still.

“Why else would you be here?” she continued cocky.

He slammed into her once again, causing her to tense, scrunching her face up.

“Do you know how many girls I’ve slept with, barely any of which I liked, just to get off?” he questioned, thrusting into her again.

She felt sick at him mentioning other women while inside her, but she fought through it. She wouldn't show his words were having an effect on her, especially when she couldn’t tell if he had meant them.

“All I care about is that I’m one of them.” she remarked, remaining sarcastic.

Jinyoung seemed annoyed, continuing to thrust harder into her, barely giving her time to adjust as if this was punishment for winning the “who cares less” competition.

His pace was quickening to a point her gut was starting to feel it.

“He doesn’t fuck me Jinyoung, okay?” she finally gave in, hoping he would ease up. 

“Then tell me who does?” he questioned, continuing.

“You-” she groaned in his ear.

“Say my name,” he ordered, panting.

“Jinyoung-” she moaned.

“Louder.” he ordered, fucking her harder.

“Jinyoung!... I have neighbors.” she cried out with her nails digging in his side just above his ribs, she tilted her head back against the bed and started getting louder.

“What does it matter? You’re moving out tomorrow anyways might as well go out with a bang.” he suggested into her ear mischievously.

“Besides…” he added.

“I want everyone to know who’s fucking you - not because of a contract - but because I want to - understand?” he asked low into her ear. “Even your land lady for fucks sake” he added.

She moaned wildly at the comment. 

His teeth grazed her neck again, lower this time, more deliberate, and his voice was a rasp against her skin. “I don’t want them to just hear it,” he murmured, biting down just enough to make her gasp. “I want them to see it—that I ruined you.”

“Jinyoung!” She screamed so loud she knew her neighbors were hearing this. And she didn’t care.

There were certainly going to be hickies on her neck when she wakes up tomorrow morning.

“Good girl, let it out.” he chided. Jinyoung couldn’t even give words of affirmation to her following his demands, all he could manage was making audible sounds of pleasure himself in response. And he wasn’t shy about it either, he was yelling too, after all, he was singing. How angelic he sounded and being that it was only for her was turning her on even more if that was even possible.

This evoked a side of Jinyoung she had only fantasized about. He furrowed his eyebrows, gritting his teeth, looking hot. 

Jinyoung leaned down over her, his face at her side, his elbows propping him up on either side as he started thrusting back and forth like crazy.

The look of his naked body, everything exposed, raw, his abs, down to his v line, and his now hidden dick thrusting into her equally as exposed body made her more wet. Again, and again, again again again he thrust inside her. 

Y/N in an attempt to control how much dick she was taking, laid a hand on his lower abdomen, knowing it would be hard to take it all.

“Move your hand.” he ordered, looking her in her face. Y/N couldn’t even reply she was too busy watching his mouth, her own agape at each thrust.

“Move your hand.” he ordered again. “You’re gonna take it how I give it to you, understand?”

She furrowed her eyebrows at the thought of his dick going any deeper than it already was.

“Take me like a good girl, like I know you can,” he assured her more gently as he continued digging deep.

She winced as she gently removed her hand from his abdomen and replaced it at his back. Roughly and without any further conversation he thrusted so he was completely inside her, the base of her cunt feeling the base of his dick. She screamed. And he didn’t care.

“Good girl.” he commented again, face beside her ear.

At this point when he thrust, he got as deep as possible, nothing limiting his movements, causing Y/N to whine aloud. The pain was only getting more addictive.

She dug her nails into his strong back. With the way he was filling inside her, he was right, she needed their bodies to touch. She needed him closer than that, practically in each other's skin. 

“Look how I stuff it in you.” he remarked, looking down at the way his dick was hidden inside her just to be pulled out again. Y/N let out a moan, indicating she admired the sight just as much as Jinyoung did.

The smacking of his thighs meeting hers was lude, and delicious.

He switched from his arms positioned at the sides of her head to one arm hooked under her back a rounded her shoulder, as he laid on top of her, his hips thrusting between her legs which were spread for him, her breast on his chest, their stomachs touching every other second. Y/N had her face on his shoulder, biting down on it to prevent her from screaming. Jinyoung’s face was right beside her ear.

Her moaning was uncontrollable at this point, and it was getting Jinyoung going to the point where he didn't have a proper pace. 

“You don’t know the amount of times I imagined putting my kids in you?” he asked in her ear.

“Then put them in me.” she replied testing.

The way she laid there, breasts bouncing at each thrust, sweating, looking down at him with those eyes, begging him to put his seed in her. It was a sight he couldn’t unsee. He found it entertaining how much she needed him now. “You lost that privilege when you lost my trust, I wouldn’t put my kids in you with a ten foot pole.” he corrected her.

She tightened her grip on his back, pleadingly. “I'm on birth control, please just leave it in me Jinyoung.” she cried.

He had to swallow back his dry throat at such a plea.

“If you weren't so gorgeous you would’ve sounded desperate just now.” he smirked, trying to play confident, but he could see she was barely able to respond

“Daddy, I'm close.” she whined, clinging onto his back as he pounded into her.

His ears turned red at the nickname.

“Do you deserve to get off?” he asked.

“Please Jinyoung, you're the only one who can get me there.” she choked out, hands moving up to his hair.

And with that, all of his rules went out the window anyways as Jinyoung was close himself. 

“Go ahead Y/N.” he groaned into her ear. “Cum on me.” he encouraged.

That was enough. As his tongue paced over her neck while she felt the sensations of his hard wet dick thrusting shorter into her sex, as she fucked him back with only two rolls of her hips she came. Hard.

She threw her head back to moan, clinging onto him for dear life as he didn’t halt thrusting in her for a second, fucking her through her orgasm, his lips open at the side of her mouth, listening to her emit the orgasm verbally. 

“That's my good girl.” he approved, staring up at her scrunched up face, a reaction from his dick.

My good girl?

The sight of Y/N mid orgasm only made Jinyoung thrust harder to the point he was jolting his hips uncontrollably into her. “Jinyoung!” She whined, legs shaking, pussy tightening around him. 

“I know, I know.” he consoled, looking up at her as her eyes were still screwed shut.

Jinyoung let go his own groans at the side of her lips, evidently cumming himself the way he jolted so uncontrollably. And Y/N could feel it too, how hot her cunt became wet as she let go his seed inside her. He fucked whatever he had left in his dick inside her, his movements slowing Y/N still clinging to him tightly as she rode out the last of her orgasm on his dick. 

And in that moment, Jinyoung kissed her through his orgasm.

It was like all at once his persona dropped for something much quieter... more famaillar.

And he kept kissing her lips even when his and her hips stopped rocking. Still inside her, he didn’t move away like she thought he might have once he was through.

Instead, he stayed there, hovering above her, breath still uneven, gaze locked on hers like he didn’t know what to do with the silence between them.

And he kept kissing her.

Not like before.

Not rough, not angry, not something to prove.

Just cautiously. Slowly. Reverently. The kind of kiss meant to say all the things he hadn’t. Or maybe the things he had said, but never meant the way they sounded.

And just as Y/N was getting over her surprise to kiss back, Jinyoung pulled back ever so slightly and broke the kiss. “Baby?” he got out against her lips.

She swallowed back her dry throat at the name.

“Yes?”

“At least for tonight, can we forget everything?” he asked, unsure.

Y/N eyes looked over his face. Despite how he just fucked her like he hated her, he looked at her like he loved her.

She nodded, moving a hair out of his face.

Once more, he pressed a soft kiss against her lips, Y/N hands moving down to wrap under and over his shoulders. His mouth found her jaw, then her temple. Her shoulder. Her collarbone. Little moments, pressed into skin like apologies, like memories, like the ache of letting go while still holding on.

She didn’t speak. Didn’t ask what it meant. She just let him have it - all with his dick still in her.

That was—until he shifted so he was underneath, positioning her body so she laid on top of his.

With both of his huge arms he wrapped around her body, holding her close to his chest, like something he’d nearly lost and couldn’t stand the idea of what might happen if she slipped out of his grip.

And in that stillness, she finally understood.

He didn’t need to say it.

Because now, she could feel it everywhere he touched.

He tilted his head down and wrapped her gently against his chest, kissing her softly in that quiet moment. Y/N’s hands traced slowly over him, exploring with a tenderness born from not wanting the night to end.

Cringing.

-> chapter 38