hello ! my name’s alex, but you can call me lex or lexi. my pronouns are she/her, just to let you know. welcome to my n/sfw writing blog ミ☆ masterlist in bio ━━☆⌒*.
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୨୧ latest work : 「3:02 PM」 → In which your boyfriend, Mark Lee, has you sit on his face while you’re busy reading a book. Or, at least, trying to.
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═ ୨୧ ⌒*｡ j. jaehyun — “doorstep”
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═ ୨୧ ⌒*｡ p. seonghwa — “puma blue pt. 3”
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═ ୨୧ ⌒*｡ l. mark — “love, 101 dalmations”
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additional information about me :)
— my mbti is enfj !
— i’m a ☼ leo ☽ virgo ⇑ virgo
— i ult ateez as a group, ult kun (nct/wayv) for male idol, and yuju (ex-gfriend/soloist) for female idol
— i’m indonesian (trilingual)
— my twt is @/seongsangluvr (ia)
— love life: pansexual (or, in other words, i’m attracted to whoever i’m attracted to) & single (with the occasional date)
dilf seokmin who is the single dad of the cutest little five year old girl in the kindergarten class you teach, she's got the same smile as him and everything
dilf seokmin who tries to help out in the class as much as he can and even though you don't always need the help, you don't dare turn him away, too fond of him to say no
who can blame you? he's funny, kind, helpful, and very handsome, he's the "it" parent that all of the teacher rave about, jealous that you have his daughter in your class and not theirs
being a good dad is just the cherry on top, and a good dad he is, always doting on his daughter and finding any way to support her, like volunteering to help out during field day
and your knees nearly buckle on the spot when you catch sight of him standing out on the field, in his nicely fitted white t-shirt that perfectly displays his arms
and god his arms, his nicely formed biceps and his veiny arms and his long, thick fingers that you desperate want insi- you shake your head, no you cannot be having those thoughts about the father of one of your students, especially while you are working
so you do your best to be on your best behavior, but you're only human and you can't help but glance in his direction every so often, the sight alway making your head spin and your panties grow damper and damper
there's just something primal in you that finds him so sexy as he helps all of the kids out, hi-fiving them when they win and patting them on the back when they lose, you have to keep chugging down water to combat the heat growing up your spin and across your chest
then, his shirt gets wet, his daughter accidently spilling the water while he's carrying her in his arms, and you do your best not to stare at the way the shirt clings to his torso, his defined abs and chest visible under the now translucent fabric
"oh no! here i think i have some spare shirts in my room," you tell him, ushering him back into the school, the halls are empty as you two walk to your classroom, everyone outside participating in the field day
when you get to your classroom you dig through your cupboards, looking for a spare t-shirt, when you find one and turn to hand it to seokmin, you're shocked to see his wet shirt already off his body, his damp chest glistening slightly
you can't stop yourself from gasping a bit, your mouth dropping as your eyes widen, taking in all of his bare skin and all of the muscle under it
seokmin just chuckles as he takes the shirt "thank you so much, especially for all of the work you do, you're an amazing teacher"
"oh uh, thank you" you can feel the heat start to over take your face again
"you know...my ex-wife has never been this good with soomi, but you're a natural," seokmin starts and you can't help but feel flustered at his praise, praise that he obviously is not showering on his ex-wife "not to mention that she absolutely adores you, and she's not the only one"
"h-huh?"
"I adore you too, but i think my feelings go a little deeper than admiration, and i think your feelings for me go a bit deeper than that too"
seokmin has slowly been walking towards you and you're stuck in place, barely able to even breathe, the shirt is still in his hands and you force yourself to look at his eyes rather than his torso
"tell me im not making a fool of myself right now"
"you're not"
that's all seokmin needs to lean in and bring his lips to yours, right off the bat the kiss is fierce as seokmin pulls you into him, desperately licking into your mouth, trying to burn the taste of you intp his mind
seokmin pushes you back until your body hits the wall and you feel his knee slide inbetween your thighs, applying pressure right against your aching core, you moan right into his mouth, your fingers digging into his back
you can feel seokmin's fingers grasp your waist tightly as he helps guide your hips to grind down against him, the fabric of your panties dragging against your senstitive clit
soft moans escape from the back of your throat, into seokmin's mouth and you feel him grin into your kiss "you sound so pretty baby girl"
the pet name makes your pussy clench and your hips speed up, desperate to get off, pleasure coursing through your body as seokmin continues to ravish your lips, his fingers trail up your sides before landing at your chest, his long fingers groping at your tits like a eager teenage boy
your panties are ruined by now, sticking to your needy cunt as you cotninue to work your hips against his leg, growing more and more impatient to reach your high
just as you're about to orgasm, seokmin pulls away and you can't do anything but whine, even more disappointment filling you as seokmin tugs on the borrowed shirt
"they're going to start wondering what's taking so long, better get back out there before they send someone looking, right?" seokmin winks at you and you kind of want to cry from how pent up you now are "but i promise i'll make it back up to you baby, this weekend okay?"
seokmin then turns to leave the classroom and you take a moment to recuperate yourself before following after him, thinking about how friday cannot get here fast enough
[you didn't ask for this but i have delivered anyways, have a great night elv 😇]
[c.w.: oral + fingering (f. receiving), voyeurism, male masturbation]
"ngh, fuck" you pant out as your fingers tighten in your boyfriend's hair "v-vernonie~"
his head is currently trapped between your thighs, his face buried in your wet cunt. his hot tongue laps at your slit while his nose bumps up against your clit, sending waves of pleasure down your spine
his thick hands are wrapped around your thighs, squeezing the fat there, as he makes out with your pussy, lips and tongue all over you, tasting you as much as he can. your bare chest rises and falls as you whine. he's probably been down there for at least thirty mintues now and as much as you love it, you're also incredibly impatient
you glance up across the room, wondering if someone else is getting impatient, you grin a bit when you see he is
when you and vernon barged into jihoon's studio, he just kept on working, not bothering that you two were heavily making out on his couch. even when vernon stripped you down and sunk down on his knees and you started to moan like a bitch in heat, he never looked up from his computer
now though, his desk chair is turned towards in your direction, his gaze on you, unwaivering. you can see the bulge in his sweatpants, but he's yet to pull his cock out. the sight alone makes you clench down around the fingers vernon has now fed into your pussy, his mouth latched around your clit. the wet noises from his mouth and your pussy fill the room, and you wonder if jihoon would ever audio record your sessions
both you and your boyfriend being busy idols means you two don't have a lot of time or privacy, especially to do more...intimate things (like fuck). that is, until one day when vernon was complaining about it to jihoon during a writing session and jihoon suggested you guys just...use his studio
the issue is that jihoon never leaves his studio, which vernon pointed out, to which jihoon responded "you can't expect me to let you use my studio without me getting something out of it"
so that's how you and your boyfriend ended up fucking in jihoon's studio...a lot. sometimes he watches, sometimes he doesn't. it's gotten to the point where you guys are in there enough, he doesn't have the time nor energy to be bothered with you most of the time, ignoring you two going at it a few feet away from where he's messing with the newest track seventeen has recorded
if you're being honest, you kind of prefer when he watched, so it gets you excited to know he's watching you two now, distracted enough to put his work aside for the time being
vernon's fingers are curling up into you at that sweet spot and you so desperately want to cum, but you push vernon's head away instead. when vernon pulls away, he's out of breath, and his mouth is a mess with your arousal leaving a sheen on his lips
"baby?"
"wanna ride your cock" you mumble "please" you tack on at the end
vernon just nods and pulls his shirt over his head before shedding his pants. his cock springs out, hard and already red and dripping precum, you wouldn't be surprised if he was jerking off while eating you out
vernon takes his place laying down on the couch and you mount him, lining his cock up before sinking down. you keep contact with jihoon while you do, watching as the older man rubs at his hard on over his sweats. you want him to take out his cock, and he knows this, he's teasing you instead
below you, vernon's fingers dig into your hip bones as he helps you set your pace, bouncing up and down in his lap. overtime your pussy has molded itself to the shape of vernon's cock and he fits in you nicely, filling you up and digging into you in all the right places
you plant your hands on vernon's chest, and stare down at your boyfriend as you ride his cock. his soft brown hair falls over his forehead, slightly disheveled from the sweat and how hard you were gripping it earlier. the lights are dim in the universe factory, but not so dark that you can't see vernon's pretty brown eyes. you two stare at each other as you roll your hips against his, his eyes conveying how lust filled his brain is right now
you lean down, kissing your boyfriend. his hands travel up your spine, his hips rocking into you as his kisses you deeply. your arousal still lingers on his lips and you groan at the taste
you're lost in the kiss and the feeling of vernon against you and in you and you nearly forget about the other presence in the room, until vernon pulls away and whispers to you "i think jihoon is touching himself now"
you lift yourself up again to look, and sure enough, jihoon's thick cock is pulled out of his sweats, sitting heavy in his hand as he yanks at himself, staring at where you and your boyfriend are connected
you're glad vernon is so chill, because you have to admit, you're a bit obsessed with the older member's cock. it's so thick and pretty and pink and it leaks so much precum. there's been plenty of times where you imagine it between your lips or even inside of you. sometimes you fantasize that one day jihoon will stand up, stride across the room, and come and fuck you to get off instead of just jerking off while watching you
you know vernon wouldn't mind, in fact he'd probably like watching his girlfriend get fucked by his favorite hyung, but for now you'll just have to stick to fantasies and watching him watch you
jihoon seems to notice that you're watching him and he smirks at you, before flicking his eyes down to watch the way your tits bounce with each thrust of vernon's cock, which makes you moan out involuntarily, which makes jihoon smirk even more. fuck, you want him so bad
"fuck vern" you mutter "need to cum"
"yeah?"
"yeah"
vernon brings his hand up to your clit, rubbing at you there rapidly with his thumb to help you get off. your body jolts with pleasure and you fight throwing your head back, not wanting to take your eyes off of jihoon, who also looks close to cumming
jihoon and vernon let out matching pants and grunts as they stare at you, and you relish in the attention, your eyes flitting between the boys, admiring how pretty they both look
you can feel your cunt fluttering, so close to release. it only takes on particularly well placed thrust from vernon that you're crying out, your legs spasms as your body releases all of the tension built up. you clench down on vernon's cock, nearly collapsing as you orgasm
a few seconds later, vernon is pulling you down flush against him, painting you insides white. it takes probably another twenty seconds of watching you and vernon come down from your highs before jihoon is cumming as well, his seed spilling against his hand. if your legs weren't so weak you might have walked over there and got down on your knees to lick him clean
all three of you are a bit hot and out of breath, your pants filing the silence of the room. as you slump against vernon, your head on his chest, you watch at jihoon grabs a tissue to clean himself off before tucking himself back into his sweats. he sends a wink at you before turning his chair back around and sliding his headphones back on like he didn't just nut a minute ago
you just bury yourself further into you boyfriend, thinking about how no matter what it takes, one day you'll get jihoon to join you two
summary. smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.
wc. 6.2k
warnings. recreational marijuana use!!, dubcon (kinda? sex while high), bf2l + idiots to lovers, kinda fluffy!! weed is referred to as ‘green crack’ several times lol, fingering, hehe big d!ck!vernon, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, pet names (baby), brief tit worship, naked confessions, vernon is kinda shy, jealous, nervous & rlly likes boobs and reader is v needy lol <3— MINORS DNI 18+
note. havent seen anyone write for vernon in like 3 years so here’s my lowkey cringey, poorly-written, self-indulgent fic that i was supposed to post for his birthday 2 months ago ++ guest appearance from weed dealer!cheol bc yeah :3
if you had told vernon that his best friend was someone he’d met in a biology lab–one that he was accidentally put into his freshmen year– he’d say you were a liar. nonetheless, it’s true– you’re his best friend and you have been for years now. in your fourth and final year of university, you still sit on the balcony of your apartment with him like you have every other day for the past three.
“happy birthday, vernon,” you smile cheekily, passing him a snack-size ziplock baggie. “i got you an eighth since you’re always begging to smoke my shit.”
he laughs and gives you a lazy smile, “Y/N, my birthday was over two months ago… plus, you know you didn’t have to get me anything.”
you scoff, rolling your eyes, “hansol vernon chwe, you are my best friend, of course i had to. and… i was waiting for a few of my checks to hit, that's why it’s a belated birthday gift.” you take his hand, placing the bag into it. “now take it and don’t smoke it all in a day, got it?”
he nods, eyes softening, “thank you,” he says. “must’ve cost your broke ass a fortune, though, so next time– don’t get me anything.”
you giggle at the joke that’s actually, not really a joke. “i really don’t think you have any room to speak– who here has a real job?”
he rolls his eyes, “my job is real, thank you very much.”
you chuckle, shaking your head. “reselling limited edition vinyls for seven times what you bought them for isn’t a job, vernon, that’s called being a dick.” you tell him. “and actually, the prices weren’t too bad. cheol gave me a discount.”
vernon almost visibly clenches at the name of your awfully-sweet dealer. though he can attest, cheol is only ever sweet to you. every time he’s bought from your favorite supplier, he’s been a total asshole and upcharges him for no reason which is one of the basis’ why he’s always smoking your stuff. you always tell him it’s karma for selling records at such a high price, but vernon begs to differ. he knows that cheol just doesn’t like him and he has a gut feeling that it’s because of you.
“oh yeah? how’d you get him to do that?” he asks, but he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. the answer being cheol has a thing for you.
you bite your lip, looking over your apartment balcony. “mmm, he showed up here while i was… you know…playing around…and…”
vernon knows you well enough to finish your sentence for you. “masturbating?”
“vernon, be modest!” you whine, hiding your face in your hands. “you knew, you didn’t have to say it!”
he chuckles, “it’s normal, Y/N, we all do it. no need to be embarrassed over it.”
it’s true. everyone does it. but not everyone masturbates thinking about their best friend. he thinks that might just be him.
“yeah, but you’ve probably never done it thinking you’d be finished before your hot drug dealer shows up at your apartment.” you blush. vernon doesn’t say anything for a while and you’re afraid you’ve made him feel uncomfortable (even though he claims you never have). you bite the insides of your cheeks before uttering, “can you pack a joint or something?”
truthfully, vernon doesn’t mean to be so quiet. he’s just trying to imagine you in that state without letting his dick get hard, though it’s proving to be extremely difficult. you probably looked so pretty in cute short shorts and a shirt that you could see your nipples through. or worse, you were wearing a tank top that was snuggly wrapped around your torso where you could see everything. he wants to be a gentleman, wants to be respectful… but, god, your tits are out of this world.
he hums trying to rid the dirty images in his head, taking your box of goods to grab the grinder and paper cones. “finish your story.” he urges.
you look at him, searching for signs of discomfort, but there is only that stoic look he always wore. with a sigh, you continue, “anyway, i was… you know… and he texted me and said he was here– i was a mess–”
he can imagine.
“–and i think he could tell ‘cuz when i got down to his car i was so disheveled and was about to start crying. i literally looked like i got edged or something,” you mumble, twiddling your thumbs out of embarrassment.
you’re painting a picture for vernon and he has to bite back a groan.
it’s not the first time you and vernon had talked about sexual things. there had been several conversations on the topic. he knew almost everything about you except for… you know… what you tasted like and how tight you are– his vivid imagination couldn’t give him all of those pleasures.
“and, vernon, i kid you not, he literally knew. he was all smug and shit,” you groan. “it was kinda humiliating.”
you remember how much wetter you’d gotten the moment you slipped into his car. he was calling you all types of things– all types of pretty pet names–and you’re genuinely surprised it didn’t escalate further because the sexual tension was heavy.
“and then i told him i wanted a quarter– an eighth for me and an eighth for you– and he told me he’d give me a special strain of sativa for half the normal price.”
vernon’s eyes widened, “half the price?”
“that’s what i said!” you exclaim. “pretty sure it’s because he could see my tits… i wasn’t wearing the best outfit …”
of-fucking-course he could see your tits. vernon holds back a groan, seeing as his suspicions about you in a tank top that night was right. instead, he chuckles airly. “now who needs to be modest.”
“stooop, just grind the weed.” you cry.
vernon does as you ask, muttering, “maybe he laced it.”
“cheol wouldn’t, i’m pretty sure he just likes me.” you humbly reply, shooting daggers at your best friend for even suggesting that. “plus the strain was called ‘green crack’ or something like that… it was from the ‘st. patty’s day special.’”
“saint patrick’s day was like 4 weeks ago.”
“well then he was either trying to get rid of it or my tits must’ve made him feel generous.” you joke, giggling a bit at vernon’s poker face.
vernon is hiding it really well, but he’s filled with so much annoyance. your stupid dealer doesn’t deserve to see you like that. hell, vernon doesn’t even think he deserves to see you like that, but, fuck, he wants to. so badly. seeing you all hot and bothered with your tits on full display would be a dream come true.
“would you fuck him for free weed?” he asks all of a sudden, making you blush furiously. he knows now that he doesn’t want to hear your answer when your mouth parts in shock.
“vernon! what kinda girl do you take me for?” you put your hand over your chest as if it’s something you wouldn’t do. you break your facade when he gives you a knowing look, mouth cracking into a grin. “probably, i dunno. he’s kinda scary but i feel like he knows how to please a woman– i can’t say the same about a lot of other men.”
he internally rolls his eyes. cheol doesn’t know you the way he does. vernon could please you, he knows he can.
he switches the subject back to the packed joint in his hands to keep from spiraling. “wanna spark it?”
you shake your head with a hum, “mmh-mmh, belated birthday boy gets the first few hits.”
he smiles, pulling the joint to his lips taking the lighter, igniting it with the pressure of his thumb. he lets the flame burn carefully through the paper, inhaling a large rush of smoke. he holds it in for a bit before he blows it out– away from your face– creating a white, potent-smelling cloud.
you reminisce while watching him. your balcony is like home to you and vernon. contrary to your neighbor's beliefs, smoking isn’t the only thing you do. you laugh and cry and talk for hours about people you hate and people you love. sometimes, you’ll do homework out here and when vernon is bored at his own place, he’ll come over to yours to keep you company. he provides a comforting presence and never-ending encouragement while reminding you to take breaks.
it’s where you told him about your puppy crush on soonyoung from your statistics class and it’s where he told you about how he awkwardly lost his virginity to a girl during orientation week. it’s where the two of you are always together– it’s kinda like your place.
and watching him after all these years, you’ve never really realized how attractive your best friend was. well, that’s a lie. you’ve always thought vernon was likely one of the prettiest men to ever walk the earth, but if you truly admitted that, then you’d have to admit to the other things. things like how kind and considerate he is and how he’s boyfriend potential and how you totally don’t have any type of feelings for him whatsoever. it’s not a crush, you constantly have to remind yourself, it’s admiration for your best friend. there’s a difference.
but those admirable traits are things you can’t think about because he doesn’t see you that way. there’s no reason why you should see him that way if it’s not reciprocated. it only makes sense and prevents brutal rejection from the most perfect man on earth, aka your best friend.
but your not-crush manifests itself sometimes. like when he smiles at you or when he randomly places his headphones over your head and tells you to “listen to this song” or when he spends the night in your bed because he’s too lazy to drive home. it gets harder and harder to hide every day.
he passes the joint to you with an even lazier grin and you take it, parroting his actions. you let the smoke fill your lungs, hold it there, and exhale, shutting your eyes just as he did.
and vernon thinks you look like a goddess. how could you make a simple action seem so attractive?
you take your hits, passing the joint back and forth till it suddenly hits you. all at once, you feel your body start to ache, your tummy flipping in anticipation, your mind fogging over leaving your entirety to buzz. you shift a bit and you feel your cunt dampen causing you to let out a sharp exhale.
“you good?” vernon asks, his deep voice filling your ears.
then you look at him. like… actually look at him. his face is a bit tired, his eyes red from the weed coursing his system, and his hair a bit disheveled from running his hand through it too much (this is why he wears the beanies)-- nevertheless, he looks fucking fantastic.
your usual munchies are replaced with strong, burning sexual desire. just at the sight of your best friend, your pussy is soaking through your panties and your shorts.
“‘sol,” you murmur out the nickname. “do you feel… different?” you ask, eyes fluttering and lips parting.
you’re truly unaware of how seductive you look and how it’s slowly taking years off his life. vernon has been rock hard in his sweats for a solid 15 minutes now. and, yes, he feels extremely different. turned on to say the very least.
“mmm, a little,” more like a lot. “maybe it’s the strain you got,” he mumbles, implying what he had said earlier was true.
it makes sense that cheol provided you with a strain that feels like you’re smoking a fucking aphrodisiac, but you’re starting to wish you were alone so you could at least do something about it.
for a split second, you think you might be fine, then you’re hit with yet another wave of arousal, your core pulsing at the ideas that are incessantly popping into your head. ideas of him taking you right now, sitting on his face, sinking onto his cock– it’s too much.
“vernon,” you say breathily and he freezes, pulling the joint away from his lips. “i… i think…”
you try to think about how to kick him out kindly so you can have some much-needed alone time, but you can’t– you can only think about having alone time with him. alone time that leads to shoving his hand down your pants.
stop, you tell your hazy brain.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asks, scooting closer to you.
his scent floods your senses– a mix of weed and his cologne causing sensory overload in your poor brain and aching core.
he’s internally worried that you’re greening out. though it doesn’t happen as much as it did when you first started smoking, there are rare occasions when you take more than you can handle.
“c-can… you do me a favor?”
“‘course, anything.”
“vernon… it… i…need your help.” you whimper, leaning into him. “please…feels like ‘m gonna die.”
you’re being dramatic.
he furrows his brows in confusion, panic becoming apparent on his features. “what hurts, Y/N? how can i help you?”
you take his hand in yours, slowly guiding him to the ache in your body. you gasp when his warm fingers come in contact with your clothed cunt. “here… it hurts here.” you exhale.
vernon has definitely lost it. his hand is between your thighs and your smaller one has moved to tightly wrap around his wrist. you’re a mess– he can feel it. he can feel the warmth radiating from your core, he can feel how you’ve soaked through your panties and how it’s seeped through the thin pair of shorts. he’s holding his breath and he fears he may pass out before getting a chance to touch you like you deserve.
“y-you’re not in your right mind, Y/N,” he whispers, afraid his voice may betray him. “you smoked too–”
“uh-uh, it’s okay– vernon, it’s okay, i want you… please,” you whimper, grip around his wrist tightening as you buck your hips slightly for more friction.
you want him. you… want him.
“but–”
you’re growing frustrated, “if you won’t… then i-i think you should go ‘cuz i need… i need to be alone.”
vernon takes this as an implication that you need to fuck yourself if he won’t fuck you and he’ll be damned if he’s not the one making you see stars.
so, he asks one more time, “Y/N… are you sure?”
“yes… yes, ‘m sure. ‘m so sure, please, ‘sol,” you beg, using the nickname that makes him fold every time.
he doesn’t hold back, putting out the joint in his hand and leaving it in the ashtray. his now-free hand cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. you moan, eagerly allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth as your hands needily fist at his shirt.
despite having smoked, vernon’s lips are soft. softer than the lips of men you’ve kissed before. and he still tastes good even with the pungent lemony flavor lingering on his tongue– overwhelmingly good. it seems that he’s just as eager and turned on as you are, too, nearly devouring you whole. you can’t help but fall in love with the heated, now-sloppy kiss.
and vernon truly feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. he’s not sure if this is even real or if the weed has him hallucinating… it wouldn’t be the first time, but you biting down on his bottom lip has him coming back to earth and lets him know that you’re real. that you are very much real and very much grinding on his fingers desperately.
“vernon,” you pant, pulling him closer by the shirt in your grip. “please, more— feels good, but i need more.” your hazy eyes look into his and you see how they’ve darkened.
“fuck, Y/N,” he groans and his voice has you clenching around nothing. “we need to go inside…”
you’re both sure that this might ruin your relationship, but you decide it’ll be a problem for tomorrow. right now, all either of you can think about is getting off on each other.
that’s why you’re quick to stand on your feet, holding out your hand for him to take. when he stands, grunting, you pull him into your apartment and leave all of your goods on the balcony without a second thought.
you drag him to your room before attacking him with another kiss and pulling at the ends of his shirt. you’re a bit disoriented, swaying and stumbling over your steps, but when your legs hit the bed and you nearly fall, vernon’s quick to catch you by the waist.
“careful,” he murmurs, gently laying you on the plush mattress. you scoot to the head of the bed, laying on your back as you wait for him.
he takes your expectant face as a sign to remove his clothing and he does so quickly, knowing how impatient you are at this very moment. his shirt comes off and then his sweats, leaving him in boxers where his bulge becomes… apparent.
you have to hold your breath at the dizzying sight of his naked torso and the massive tent in his underwear.
you make grabby hands at him, urging him to come take care of you on the bed. he obliges, getting on your bed, hovering over you while his own head spins. he’s truly unsure if this is actually his real life or if he’s having a dream sent from the gods above.
he decides not to wait any longer, taking control of the situation by placing his lips on your heated neck. his lips trail down, leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, reveling in how you desperately whimper for him though he’s barely doing anything.
his hands reach for the hem of your loose top– one that might actually be his– pushing it up and tugging it over your head and arms, leaving your chest bare before him. he groans before diving to your tits, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging at the bud hungrily.
you gasp at the sight. you’ve never seen vernon so eager to do anything in the time you’ve known him and now he’s making out with your tits as if it were his last day on earth.
that’s hot, you think to yourself. so hot– you’re so fucking hot right now.
you can’t see it, but you feel his hand come down to your sleep shorts, digging in past the elastic band of both the satin fabric and your cotton undies. his fingers dip into your lips, running them through your soaked folds.
“you’re so wet.” he hisses.
you whine at the contact, apologizing softly, “‘m sorry– can’t help it.”
his fingers find your hole, circling it before easing two of them inside. “don’t apologize, baby. it’s really hot.” he whispers, the pet name slipping past his lips without completely registering.
you clench and moan at the domestic name. “fuck, ‘sol,” you whimper. “a-again… call me that again…”
his face burns, whispering out, “you like when i call you ‘baby?’”
knowing vernon, it was meant to sound like a genuine question, but being in the state you’re in, it sounds so seductive… so enticing that it has your back arching. you nod your head, an even darker blush falling over your already-red cheeks.
you let out a clipped, “yes.” and he just moans, thrusting his fingers in and out faster, digits stretching your tight, gummy walls out to prepare you for his cock.
he wonders how you could be so tight because, holy fuck, you’re squeezing around his fingers like you’re trying to trap them in there.
you whine softly, “vernon, please give me more…”
he definitely just fucking died.
his cock twitches uncontrollably in his boxers, begging to be set free, but he decides to give you another finger instead. vernon knows he’s… a bit on the bigger side, and judging by how you feel right now, there’s absolutely no way he’ll easily fit inside of you. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.
so he slowly pulls his hand out of your shorts and helps you out of them. he throws them to the side and has you spread open. he huffs at the sight before taking three of his fingers back to your hole. he pushes them in gently, groaning at the tighter fit. your moans are bouncing off the walls and vernon looks up to see your mouth hung open with your head thrown back against your pillow.
he checks on you, throat dry at the sound, sight, and feeling of you. “i-is… are you doing okay?” and when you just whine, he bites the inside of his cheek anxiously. he remembers your fondness for the pet names from a few minutes prior, so he tries again. “baby… does it feel good?”
and he’s not sure what to expect, but when your body jolts and your hand's fist at the sheets, you get even tighter, clenching around his fingers desperately. you really do have an affinity for being called ‘baby.’
your brain is jumbled, intoxicated from the weed and his fat fingers stretching your cunt open. “‘m okay… f-feels so good.” you tell him breathily with a whine bubbling in the back of your throat at the feeling of his fingers pushing further into you. “fuck, vernon– it’s so good.”
and it’s true, you don’t think you’ve ever experienced pleasure this intense before, but you remember your senses are heightened by 10 because of the drug. that ‘green crack’ is insane.
he moans at the confirmation, curling his fingers up and fucking your messy cunt, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit with every thrust. he feels a rush of your honeyed arousal soaking his fingers and he swears he might cum before he can even get his cock in you.
you gasp loudly when you feel his pace quicken, eyes squeezing shut. an array of mewls and high-pitched whines shamelessly slip past your lips. “oh! fuck, i’m close, i’m so close, vernon.” you warn, wet walls clamping around his curled fingers.
he exhales sharply, voice low when he urges you, “cum for me, baby.”
his voice and harsh thrusts are more than enough to throw you over the edge, stomach knots unraveling. you gush all over his big fingers, pussy pulsing as it’s doing its best to push his digits out, but he continues his ministrations to work you through your blinding orgasm.
feeling you cum may have been the best thing life has offered him.
“fuck, that’s it– are you okay? did that feel good?” he asks breathily, pulling out his fingers, a string of arousal connected to your hole following them out. he bites his lip at the sight, keeping a moan bottled up. he wants to taste you so bad… and the cum on his fingers taunt him.
you nod your head, still panting, “w-was so good, y-you’re really good… don’t usually cum that fast…”
“really?”
you shake your head, “t-told you that guys don’t really know what they’re doing most of the time.”
he shakes his head in disapproval, “well… you deserve the best.”
“... like you?” your heart races and the weed from earlier still lingers like a cloud over your brain. you look at him, the soft light from the moon illuminating his flawless skin. your eyes trail down his torso, eyes landing on the big bulge in his boxers again.
he chokes, masking the sound with a nervous chuckle, “me? i-i’m not…no.” your eyes widen, realizing you’ve completely misread him, feeling panic flood your body. you quickly shut your legs, arms coming to cover your bare chest.
he’s quick to notice that you’re starting to spiral, though, so he re-registers what you said and then what he said and his eyes widen, too. his words come out rushed as he attempts to do damage control. “no! not no, as in i don’t see you in that way, but no because you deserve the best and…”
“but… you are the best, ‘sol…” you tell him softly, hugging yourself tighter. “and before you say anything, the weed is wearing off– think you finger-fucked it out of me,” you joke to lighten the mood, but when you see he’s still frozen, you internally cringe at yourself, continuing. “i’m being serious. i’m in my right mind and i’m telling you that you’re the best because you are. you always have been.”
he shudders nervously, “Y/N… don’t.”
you frown at him, turning your head away to look at your window instead, mentally face-palming yourself. “did i make it awkward again?” you ask nervously. you don’t even wait for his response, continuing your anxious ramble. “can you just forget i said anything? and that i made you do this? i…i don’t wanna lose you– i never want to lose you.” you whisper. “you’re my best friend.”
he shakes his head incessantly as if he’s trying to tell you something with the simple action, but you aren’t even looking at him, so he takes a deep, shaky breath. “no, you didn’t make me do anything. i just mean don’t say things like that if you don’t really like me because i…” he trails off and you turn back to look at him, concerned by his sudden halt. “Y/N, i… like you. so much. i have for forever now, but you were always talking about soonyoung or cheol and then there was that whole thing with that pretentious art kid– minghao, i think– i dunno.”
what!?
you look at him incredulously, eyes wide and lips parted in genuine shock, “why didn’t you tell me…?”
he sighed, hands coming to rest on your thighs. “it seemed like i never really had a chance… you’re my best friend, too… and i didn’t want to lose you either.”
you sit up, exclaiming, “but you’ve liked me this entire time and i didn’t even know?!”
he gives you a small grin and a shrug, “what can i say? i’m discreet.”
you scoff, sitting in silence for a few seconds before opening your mouth again. with your voice meek, you say.“i wish you would’ve told me.” you inhale sharply, continuing to hug yourself tightly. “i like you, too, you know… i just didn’t think you liked me back so i tried to not like you– which is really hard, by the way, because you’re annoyingly pretty.”
“sorry, i’ll try to stop being so pretty.”
you playfully slap his bare chest, “i actually hate you so much.”
he jokingly sulks, placing a hand over where you hit him. “aw, baby, you just said you liked me.”
you shudder, body naturally leaning into him as your mind gravitates back to your not-so-innocent thoughts. “i do… and i’d like you a little more if you kept calling me that.”
his breath hitches as you get closer and closer, “yeah?”
“mhm…”
he whispers against your lips, a cheeky smile on his, “you’re such a baby.”
“you’re so mean,” you hum, letting your lips graze his. “am i not your baby?”
he rests his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes for any sign of playfulness. you seem to be serious so he asks, “is that what you want?” he’s nervous you can hear the way his heart is about to pound out of his chest.
“duh… idiot.”
“okay, cool.” he says nonchalantly even though he’s internally freaking out. “you’re my baby.”
your heart skips a beat and your cunt dampens again at the title, “okay, cool.” you parrot casually as if your heart wasn’t about to lurch out of your chest. “you can… kiss me. if you want…”
vernon utters a soft ‘right’ before finally closing the gap between the two of you. his lips mold to yours and you know for a fact that there is no one else on earth you’d want to kiss. his big hand comes to cup your cheek and you melt under the touch, mouth opening for him to slip his tongue into.
naturally, the kiss heats up and before long, you’re whining into his mouth, hand blindly reaching for his clothed cock. he groans the second you find the aching hard-on, nimble hands stroking him through his boxers.
“Y/N,” he pants breathily in between kisses. “are you… sure you wanna… do this?”
you think it’s sweet that he keeps checking on you, and sure, you’re still a bit fuzzy from the after-effects of the ‘green crack’, but you need him to give you what you want. so you nod, breaking from the kiss to lay back in your original position under him.
“please fuck me, baby,” you beg in the most sultry voice you can conjure up. when he stays frozen, you pout. “hansol, please.”
he curses, quickly getting his boxers off and revealing the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. precum beads at the slit of his flushed tip and prominent veins run through the length. he’s so big, surely enough to have you see stars. you’re starting to feel grateful that he prepped you because his dick would have completely ruined you without it.
“‘s big.” you simply state, bottom lip finding sanctum in between your teeth as you gawk at it.
“you think so?” he gives you a wobbly smile, stomach-churning at the subtle praise. he moves in between your thighs and spreads you out for him. “is it okay?”
you blush, nodding your head, “mhm, don’t worry,” you tell him. “i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”
he nods, huffing softly, “do you have any condoms?”
you chuckle breathily. “not for your size… but it’s okay, i’m clean and safe. you don’t need one. you can pull out if it makes you feel better.”
his throat runs dry– fuck, fuck, fuck. he’s fucking you raw?! how the hell is he supposed to last hitting it raw?! you were already tight around three of his fingers and he can’t even imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock.
he realizes he hasn’t replied in a few seconds when you say his name softly. he sees you growing restless under him and he apologizes and nods again dumbly.
he runs his tip through your folds, moaning when he finds you’re just as wet as you were earlier. he aligns himself with your leaky hole, slowly pushing himself inside of you with a groan to find that you’re still so fucking tight.
you’ve found that, despite vernon’s laid-back and chill personality, he’s quite loud in bed. he’s nothing like you expected and you’re pleasantly surprised.
when his cock slides in between your tight walls, the both of you are instantly a mess, panting and moaning in pleasure. your walls envelop him so snugly that you fear the thick veins that adorn his length will imprint into them.
“fuck, vernon.” you moan, praying the burn in your pussy melts to pleasure soon so he can fuck you the way you want it. the way you need it. . “your cock.”
he hisses, pushing in past the resistance. “you feel so good, baby, oh my god.” he grunts, head falling back at the way you hug him. “god, i’ve wanted this for so long– wanted you for so long.”
you cry, clenching around his girth because, god, you’ve wanted him, too.
when he finally bottoms out, you both pause to take erratic breaths, positively going feral over each other. he attempts to recollect himself and check up on you again. “are you–”
you don’t even let him finish, nodding your head vigorously. “yes, vernon, just need you to move, please.” you plead. “need you to fuck me– please, need it so fucking bad.”
you’re so needy for him and he knows it’s because of the last bit of weed that looms, but he can’t help but wonder if you’re like this on a normal day. if you’re always begging for a cock to fill you up. not that it would matter– he’d do anything you asked of him. you’re so fucking pretty to him and his brain is constantly yelling at him to cater to every single one of your wishes. the chokehold you have him in is so tight.
tight like your pretty cunt that’s now gracefully swallowing his cock with every thrust of his hips. your room is full of panting, moans, and the lewd squelch of your wet pussy taking him. it sounds better than any song he’s ever heard and, if he’s being completely transparent, he hopes to experience this for the rest of his life.
vernon unexpectedly comes down, craning his neck to latch his mouth around your nipples again, stimulating you there, too. you’re sure the position is a bit straining, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he moans loudly into your chest. his hand plays with the other nipple, switching every minute to give both of them love and attention all while his cock steadily rams in and out of you.
your hands tangle in his hair, smothering his face into your tits while he moans and whines some more into them.
and when he adjusts slightly and his tip hits that spot, the one that makes you crumble in seconds, a sob wracks through your entire body.
“there! shit, baby, right there, please.” you gasp, back arching into him.
vernon asks breathily, removing his face from the comfortable spot on your chest, “there? that’s it?”
and you nod, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you feel the pressure build-up at the bottom of your tummy. he continues to hit the spongy spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer.
his own face is pinched and he can’t stop the soft whines that come out of his mouth. you just feel fucking amazing.
“a-are you close? i’m not gonna last long.” he pants out.
and you weakly sob out a reply of ‘yes,’ hand moving to toy with your swollen clit. the action immediately has the tightrope inside of you coming undone for the second time in the night. you mewl out his name, clamping around him tightly and coating his cock in slick cum.
it’s like a chain reaction that has vernon cursing and pulling his dick out of you. he eagerly fists at his cock, jerking himself off till he releases all over your puffy pussy. he’s moaning softly, prettily calling out your name. his heart pounds rapidly and his entire body twitches at the feeling of release.
his eyes finally open after a few seconds of trying to regulate his breathing. he sees the way your cunt is dressed in white and how you're slowly, but surely, coming down from both of your highs.
“hey,” he whispers.
“hi,” you mumble, eyes fluttering open. your hands reach for him and he can’t help but find you so cute. “c’mere.”
he smiles, leaning down to kiss you again. unlike your past few kisses, it’s soft and innocent. loving. he parts after a minute or so, hand moving to sweep the hair out of your face.
“are you sure you’re alright?” he whispers. “i feel kinda bad…”
“don’t, ‘sol, i wanted it. i’m really happy.” you tell him sincerely. “are you alright?”
he sighs, “i’m really happy, too… i just wish i would’ve taken you out on a date or something before… fucking you.”
you shake your head, “we did it kinda backwards, but, seriously, i’m just happy you’re here… happy that you’re mine.” he blushes, moving to hide his face in your neck while you giggle. “if you wanna, we can go on a date now?”
“where?” he mumbles into your neck.
“7/11– channie’s working so that means free big gulps and rollers… you know, since some of us can’t afford to eat real food because of their ‘job.’”
vernon scoffs, pulling his face out of your neck and giving you a stern look. “dude, it’s a real job–”
you laugh, effectively cutting him off. “okay, scammer– if it’s a real job, why are you always stealing my fucking weed instead of buying your own?”
“because weed is scarce these days and your bitch ass dealer hates me– why should i have to pay $20 for a gram when you only pay $5?” he nearly cries. “and, since we’re on the topic, i don’t like him. he’s too friendly with you.” that’s code for “he obviously wants to fuck you.”
“you’re jealous of cheol!”
he groans, rolling his eyes, a tiny pout appearing on his face, “so what if i am?”
you coo, “aw, baby,” hand coming to cup his blushy cheek. “you don’t have to worry about him,” you relay to him, voice laced with sincerity. “you’re the only one i want.”
he goes a little bug-eyed at your words before clearing his throat and nodding. “good. that’s good.”
you raise an eyebrow, “just good?”
“no… it’s great…” he mumbles cutely. “you’re also the only one i want.”
Hey just to let you know moonlight-Wolfy has reposted one of your works but is replacing the pronouns. I didn’t know if you knew this but just letting you know
hi !! thank you for letting me know :) i got another message in my inbox about this. i literally JUST addressed it. and no, i did not know
UPDATE: i dm-ed them and i hope to get a positive response.
hi! omg no i wasn’t at all. i’ve been on a writing hiatus for months and i haven’t been opening this website. i just saw the post and i’m honestly not sure what to do.
i have 0 issues with a male reader of course, i just don’t write for amab or male readers because i don’t identify or fully understand the perspective since i identify as a woman and am afab.
however, this should be considered copyright right???? cause i was NOT informed… how should i approach this situation?
PAIRING: college student!mark x college student!reader (female!reader)
GENRE: fluffy fluff fluff, strangers to lovers, dark academia (is that considered a genre?? idk), college students meet on the train and bond over music
WARNINGS: explicit language (used only once), i think that's just it
WC: 1,6k
A/N: college boyfriend mark is my weakness, i couldn't help myself on this one, so enjoy your read <3 (it also came out to be a lot longer than i thought?? but i can already tell it's gonna be one of my faves)
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a droplet of water fell on your cheek, another one following immediately after the first one. you lift your head to look at the sky, dark clouds had already formed and were ready to burst.
it was already mid october; anyone could tell by the orange and yellow shades that painted the leaves on the ground, the chilly breeze and the drizzle that was steadily approaching.
you hugged yourself tighter with your coat. where is the goddamn train? i'm gonna be late to class.
as this sentence formed in your head, the train arrived. you grabbed your backpack from the bench behind you and hurried through the door, the sound of rustling leaves being heard on the way.
what you didn't expect though was that the train would be full. of course, students all over town used this form of transportation to get to university. especially on a rainy day like this one.
your eyes scanned the passenger car in hopes of finding an empty seat. your gaze landed on a single empty seat, right beside a boy.
you sighed and walked over there. "excuse me, do you mind me sitting here?" you asked him. no response.
the boy was scrolling on his phone, with furrowed eyebrows and squinty eyes. you then noticed the pair of airpods in his ears. right, that's why he didn't respond.
you lightly tapped his shoulder. "excuse me" you repeat. he looks up at you and takes off one his airpods. "do you mind me sitting here?"
he stuttered a bit. "oh, yeah sure".
he moved his legs to the side so you could get past him and sit on the window's side. it was drizzling now.
the boy went back to reading whatever was on his phone screen, the same concentration as earlier written on his face.
that's when you took a moment to look at him. he was so pretty. sharp bone structure and small features put together his face, the contrast between the two making him unique. his hair fell just a bit over his eyes, under his brown beanie. he was so pretty.
you didn't realize you were staring at him now, at least not until he turned to your side to ask you, hesitation on his voice. "is there something wrong?"
it was your turn to stutter now. "um no," you trailed off, "what are listening to?"
you internally congratulated yourself for coming up with this idea. that was a good cover up, y/n.
"oh, um", he started, "here". he took off one of his airpods and gave it to you.
with uncertain movements, you take the airpod from his hand and put it in your ear. it only took you a couple of seconds before you recognized the familiar tune. "i love this song!" you exclaimed.
he smiled, and you felt your heart twitch at the sight. "really? well i'm glad you like it" he said and went back to reading whatever he was reading earlier on his phone.
you turned your head to look out the window, but it didn't take you long before your eyes fluttered and finally closed shut. the sound of the rain droplets hitting the window accompanied with the sound coming from the airpod formed a veil of calmness all over you.
you would have almost fallen asleep if it weren't for the boy's finger tapping your shoulder. "we've arrived" he said softly and you quickly wore your bag before you got up from your seat.
before you could even realize it, the boy had already got off the train and you were still wearing his airpod. you pushed through the other students so you could get off the train faster and find the boy.
your eyes roamed around campus until you spotted him climbing up the stairs to the main entrance.
"hey!" you yelled. you must have been a bit too loud, because a number of students turned their heads towards the sound of your voice, including him.
you jogged to catch up with him. "you forgot your airpod" you said, taking deep breaths in between.
"it's okay" his voice was a lot calmer than earlier. "you can give it to me at the end of the day".
your eyes widened, heart racing with anxiety. "where will i find you? i might not see you again at the end of the day!" you were panicking and your mouth started rumbling.
the boy placed his hands on your shoulders and shook them a little. "hey, hey relax" he made an attempt to calm you down. "i'll be at the train stop again anyways. you'll find me there"
this still wasn't enough for you to relax completely. "and what if we don't finish classes at the same time? will you be standing there for hours? it's chilling outside!"
he rolled his eyes. "you worry too much. i said i'll be there. now go, you're gonna be late for class" he said and you nodded a couple times before you went inside. right, i shouldn't worry too much.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
after a long day of classes, you let out a big sigh of relief and exhaustion. you felt drained, your energy was running low and the october weather only made you want to go home, lay in bed and drink hot cocoa.
but you couldn't focus on your classes; the boy on the train was the only thought occupying your brain. how come i had never seen him before? sure, the campus is a huge place with so many people, maybe you had never noticed him before.
and his name? what was his name? you didn't get to ask him.
you put your hands inside the pockets of your coat to keep them warm. you found the airpod in one of them and held it tight in your palm.
the train stop was more crowded today. rainy weather wasn't suitable for walking on the way back home, so more students preferred to use the train.
your eyes tried to find the boy among the other students, but your attempts were in vain. you pushed through them, not giving up on trying to find the boy.
and there he was. sitting on the bench under the lamppost, same concentrated expression on his face, airpod in his ear, thin horn-rimmed glasses added as a decoration on his face. but this time, he wasn't scrolling on his phone; instead, he was writing on a small notebook. some of his movements looked like sketches, others like letters.
you approached him and sat down beside him. "so you weren't lying", you started, "you were waiting for me".
he closed his notebook and turned to his side to face you, putting away his pen inside of his pocket. "of course i waited. i'll always wait for you" he said, the corners of his mouth lifting upwards. you returned his smile, mouthing a small "thank you".
the two of you stayed there for a second, looking into each other's eyes. that one second felt like an hour, his bright dark eyes hiding eternity behind them.
great, you were staring at him. again. but he was staring back too. so it didn't really matter.
the train arrived and all the students rushed to get inside. the boy motioned his head to the train and both of you got up and walked towards the door.
you managed to skip through the other students and found two seats beside the window, just like the morning of the same day.
the boy pulled out his phone and nudged your side. "let's listen to some music".
your mouth formed an "oh" and pulled the airpod he gave you out of your pocket.
you should admit that his choices in songs were immaculate. each song he played was one of your recent or old favorites and you couldn't be more glad about it.
apart from the music playing in your ears, the short trip on the way home was quiet. the two of you didn't speak, but it felt anything but awkward. you found yourself enjoying his company, his fingers brushing yours as your hands were resting on the seat, reminding you of his presence.
the train came to a stop and you looked out the window. it was dark outside now, you could barely recognize the scenery in front of you. you squinted your eyes a bit. it was your stop. with quick movements, you got up and hurried towards the door, before it could close and you missed you stop.
what you didn't realize is that the boy got up as well and run after you, getting off at your stop too. you heard footsteps behind you, so you turned around only to face him.
"i thought your stop was a bit later than mine" you said.
he shrugged, scratching nervously the back of his neck. "yeah i know, i," he trailed off, stuttering in between, "it's not that far from here, i'll walk".
"okay" was all you said before you took a last look at him. he turned his heels to leave. "so um, i'll see you tomorrow, i guess", his voice was low and raspy.
"wait!" you called him. you couldn't let him go without him answering the question that's been bothering you all day. "you never got to tell me your name"
he let out a nervous laugh. "oh wow okay, you're right yeah". he looked at you. "my name is mark".
mark. that's all you needed to know.
"well nice to meet you mark," you said "i'm y/n"
"likewise, y/n" he said, turning his heel to leave. again.
"here's your airpod" you extended your arm to give it to him. he turned around, mouth forming an "oh".
"yeah, you can keep it. we'll listen to music tomorrow too i guess, so yeah." his voice almost resembled a murmur.
you smiled at him. a genuine smile. "i'll see you tomorrow then, mark".
he returned the same genuine smile. "sure thing, y/n".
"you shy?" mark asks as he pulls away after kissing you, a soft smile playing on his lips. you feel your cheeks burning. you've been making out on his couch for the past 20 minutes. this wasn't your first but it sure felt like it. your real first kiss can't even compare.
he continues to hold your gaze, the back of his index finger stroking your jaw. you couldn't stare at him any longer so you decided to look around instead. "hey.... look at me," he demands and you oblige. he leans in and kisses you one more time, "don't be. because god, you're driving me crazy," he says, smiling through the kiss. you sigh and he groans, "like really crazy."
Mark’s favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help.
or the one where your new favorite thing to do is seduce the most inexperienced man you’ve ever met and watch how desperate he gets for you.
ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it.
wordcount― 9.3k
pairing― mark lee x fem reader
content― shy and needy mark, openminded and playful reader, college au, the majority of this is smut, mark has a thing for girls who look exhausted from studying
note― just wanted…no, needed, to write mark being totally hypnotized by someone wanting him between their legs for once.This is not proofread as i’ve given up on using a beta.
「9:38PM」 → In which a jealous Park Seonghwa loves to see your mascara run down your face when he's fucking into you | smut
warnings | dacryphilia, fem/afab reader, dom/sub dynamic, sir kink, heavy degradation, orgasm denial, sarcastic praise, slight sadist/masochist dynamic, slight mandhandling, marking/bruising, use of handcuffs, seonghwa got jealous of san and wooyoung (reader is a 99 liner here) ;)
smut under the cut, minors dni
"God," Seonghwa grunted out, thrusting into you much harder than you could take, "How could you even think of being all flirty to my friends when you get this fucking pathetic when my cock is in you, hm slut?"
"M'sorry Sir!" you panted as clearly as you could in between moans, mixed between pain and pleasure. Just how the both of you enjoyed it.
Facedown on the edge of the bed, your whole bare upper body was pressed onto the blanketed mattress, but your bottom half was reddening at every smack and pound that your boyfriend was sending your way.
Not to mention that Seonghwa had brought out the metal handcuffs, the ones specifically for punishment.
Digging against the soft skin of your wrists, he held the chain strong enough for you to slightly get lifted up every time he fucked into you, making you writhe in his dominance.
"Are you really sorry?" he chuckled, taking the time to savor the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock, his lips turning into a smirk because he knew that you were enjoying this. That you loved riling him up.
He used his left hand to lift you with the handcuff chain just enough for him to get access to your face. With his right, he gripped your jaw and encouraged you to look back at him, which you did immediately.
"Awe," he pouted his lips as he made a look of faux concern to mock you, "My pretty baby's makeup is all ruined. What a shame, isn't it?"
"N-no, Sir. You can ruin my makeup all you want." you answered, trying your best to get on his good side since he hadn't let you cum for the whole time.
"Oh, really? Are you sure?" Seonghwa asked, still having that taunting expression on his face, "That same mascara that you had on to bat your eyelashes at San and Wooyoung is dripping down your face, princess. You sure I can ruin what made you look all pretty and cute? My beautiful girl."
"Yes, yes, I'm sure!" you gasped out when you felt him push deeper inside you, "I didn't mean to flirt with them, Sir. Please."
"I don't know. You seemed to enjoy caressing their arms and laughing with them. You know, I get that you're their age, but I didn't think you'd stoop so low to enjoy their jokes until you were all touchy with them."
"Pl-please, please, please..." you trailed, almost incoherent.
"What? Don't just say please." Seonghwa especially emphasized the last word, copying your tone, "You know what you have to say sorry for so that you can cum, right baby?"
As you were about to answer, you could hear Seonghwa let out a huff as if he was thinking of something. And at that moment, you felt him pull out entirely, then harshly go back inside you, the bed making a creaking noise as your body jolted forward.
Your throat let out a loud moan that you couldn't control, the tip of Seonghwa's cock hitting at all the right spots, making your mind feel fuzzy.
Swallowing nothing, perhaps swallowing your pride, you opened your mouth to speak; "I'm sorry for being a whore, Sir. I promise that I'm all yours. San and Wooyoung can't touch and fuck me like you."
Which was all right. Nobody knew your body as well as Seonghwa, not even yourself at times. And he knew that damn well, and that was precisely why he knew that you liked it when he acted jealous at times—as long as it meant that he'd fuck you like this.
"That's right. Because I'm the only one who can fuck you stupid like this, right?"
It was a rhetorical question; he knew that the answer was 'yes,' but he wanted to hear it out of your fucked out state.
"Y-yes." you stuttered, hips desperately pushing against him to fuck you again. Of course, your actions didn't go unnoticed as you could feel Seonghwa's one free hand grasping your ass.
"Not San," one thrust inside you.
"Not Wooyoung," another thrust, this time slightly harder.
"Only me." and that's when he began to fuck you again, going at a pace unexpectedly faster than before, but just as aggressive.
Your moans were muffled from the bedsheets, which he didn't like. He liked when you were vocal. The moans you made were a mantra to his ears, pussy getting wetter with every push, filling you to the brim.
As your body grew limp from the pleasure, taking it all in, Seonghwa pulled you up entirely off the bed using the handcuff chains to have you against his body as he fucked into you.
His hands quickly moved to grip your body, one pressing right below your tits, the other across your abdomen to rub your clit.
Because of the sudden attention to your sensitive bud, your nerves were telling you that you were close, your body physically shaking against Seonghwa as your handcuffed hands tried their best to bring him back to you every time he pulled out.
Sensing that you were close, he leaned close to you, going just a little slower than before as he spoke his desires into your ear;
"Now let me see that mascara-covered face of yours again before I let you cum, slut."
「1:19 AM」 → In which your boyfriend, Lee Jeno, makes it a challenge for you to ride him and not have your glasses slip off | smut
inspired by this jeno mb, look how hot he is please !!!
warnings | fem reader & afab, dom/sub dynamic, penetrative sex, riding, mentions of punishment, mentions of marking, slightly bratty reader, jeno is a little shit, implied edging, slight asphyxiation, use of the word "slut"
note | i made a vday sequel to this kind of … linked over here !
smut under the cut, minors dni
"You're doing awfully well, sweetie." Jeno smiled, almost as if he was unfazed by the fact you were eagerly riding his cock, trying desperately to win the challenge.
"I fu—cking hate you, Jeno." you spoke out, trying to be as controlled as possible, attempting to mirror his calm demeanour regardless of the fact that he felt amazing in you.
And it felt even better since you were taking matters into your own pacing. With one condition.
Jeno, despite he himself not needing his glasses anymore, loved whenever you wore yours. To him, you looked pretty (given that he found you pretty all the time). And earlier today, he had made a request that he wanted to fuck you in them. Which you interjected back with requesting to ride him.
You liked to do so, even if it meant you did a little more work, because of how fine he looked when he was laying down, looking up at you with eager eyes. Not to mention his strong hands on your thighs, hips, or waist, gripping you.
Because your boyfriend had a bit of a competitive nature in him, he made an ultimatum out of both your requests. You were allowed to cum immediately when riding him, without edging, if you managed to keep your glasses on while doing so.
If you succeeded in doing so, bonus "points" if you made Jeno cum before yourself, he would do anything you asked for the next time the two of you had sex. However, if your glasses came off, he would be allowed to edge you for as long as he wanted—even if it meant you wouldn't cum at all that night.
Nonetheless, keeping them on was harder than you thought.
The worked up, thin sheen of sweat that sex caused, especially since you were riding Jeno, on your body wasn't helping. Let alone whenever you wanted to look down at him, desiring to see his bare chest heaving, a chain decorating his neck alongside the hickeys you had left.
But, you were determined.
"Shit, that feels good, baby." Jeno admitted when you clenched around him on purpose, your wet cunt engulfing him whole.
You looked at his eyebrows contort in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as he hissed, eyes only half open to stare at you. Your hands were on his chest, near his shoulders, while his were rubbing up and down your moving thighs.
And just like Jeno, you were feeling just as euphoric, somehow the situation arousing you even more.
It didn't help that his hair slightly stuck to his forehead, long enough to almost shade his face, but just enough to make it seem as if he was peering at you, a hungry and lust-filled look supported by how handsome your boyfriend was.
You could feel your glasses slipping, a slight fog even appearing on the lenses because of the intensity of your actions. Skin-to-skin slapping and your moans were already filling the room, but now that Jeno was beginning to get into the heat, his deep grunts mixed into the sex—further turning you on.
You could feel your nose bridge losing grip on them, making you try to keep your head still in the midst of your constant movements.
Unfortunately, Jeno took notice. And he didn't mind cheating a little in this game.
Moving up on his own, he brought you with him as he scooted up to sit against the headboard. You were breathless, and a bit confused, but continued nonetheless once he was settled.
However, a surge of sensitivity ran through your nerves when Jeno held your tits, both his thumbs playing with each of your previously neglected buds. You audibly gasped and halted your hips, keeping still against his abdomen.
"Jeno—" you said his name in such a manner that made him chuckle cockily, knowing well he was making you feel good.
"How about I do..." he pondered for a bit, before sinking his hips down against the bed, before harshly pushing into you, "This?"
"O—oh my god." you moaned out, the tip of his cock hitting forcibly against that one spot, making your upper body react to the attention to both your breasts and pussy.
And you could barely watch when you felt your glasses come off, eyes hazy from the satisfaction, the pair falling on his toned stomach as if to mock you.
"Looks like I win, princess." he teasingly declared while coming closer to you. Even when he was under you, staring up at you, Jeno always seemed to know how to put you in your place.
How to make you succumb to him.
You were still trying to catch your breath, the walls of your cunt pulsating against his cock, wanting to move again or have him pound into you. You needed more friction. You needed to cum.
But that wasn't in the deal.
That wasn't promised the second your glasses slipped off.
It was even worse that you were feeding your boyfriend's ego. It took him one assertive move for them to come off, and for you to lose to him. And he knew it all too well that you wouldn't even care after a while as long as his cock was in you.
Jeno straightened his back, coming near to your face as he placed a number of gentle kisses against your jaw.
His hand, however, was contradicting his "sympathetic" pecks on your skin when it moved your hair away from your neck. Which was the peace before he spread his fingers around your throat, gripping the sides.
Your breath hitched, guiltily enjoying the feeling.
He stopped the kisses, pulling you down with his grip, your forehead now against his. You could see his lips upturning into a devious smirk, smug and sultry as he spoke;
"You knew damn well you couldn't win against me, sweetie. You're too much of a slut for me to not cave to my fucking cock."
intimacy, arousal, euphoria, and a concept of fantasies. the idea of skin on skin, breaths mixing into one, & hearts beating in sync ; based on @atzsslut’s headcanon “ateez and their filthiest kinks”
♡ ⸻ ( 001 ) 김홍중 ; brat taming, body writing, orgasm control
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