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Playboy Prince 4

Prince Im Jaebum.

Part 4.

Basically 95% smut sorry not sorry :/

“Are you starting without me, Princess?”

The sound of his voice right behind you startles you, you yelp as you turn around.  You’re about to scold him for scaring you, but you’re completely at a loss of words when you notice his lack of clothing.

Your eyes travel down his firm chest that you so vividly remember feeling through his shirt, down his toned torso, following the trail of hair to his groin. 

Oh wow.

Your eyes are stuck on his dick, almost mesmerized. You don’t know if you’re going crazy or if you could actually see him getting hard in front of you. 

You really take your time examining what you hope to feel very soon. Then you hear him clear his throat, pulling you out of the trance he seem to put you in.

“I asked you a question, Princess,” he’s taking small, slow steps toward you now.

You finally pull your eyes up and lock eyes with him. He has a smug look on his face. He looks good and he knows it.

You decide to ignore his question. “What are you doing in here, Jaebum?”

You hear a breathy laugh leave his mouth. He’s so close to you now. If you just leaned forward, you’re sure you’d feel his dick brush against you.  

“Don’t tell me you were teasing me in the room. We weren't going to fuck back there just now?”

It’s his turn to look at your naked body in all its wet glory. Something about the way he’s looking at you right now is making you want to put your hand right back where it was before he interrupted you.

“What if I was?”

“Well, Princess, considering you came in here,” he moves closer and you feel it, “and started touching yourself,” his hands are on your hips now, gently massaging it, “I’d say you were trying to finish something by yourself that you intended to finish with me.”

His body is flush against yours and he’s pushed you against the wall.

“Am I right?” His voice was lower than it was just a moment ago.

You look down briefly and watch yourself grab his dick, firmly. He grunts and you feel the breath that he lets out. You slowly began moving your hand up and down his shaft while looking into his eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You respond with a smirk before he pushes your hand away. 

“Can I taste you Princess?” His hand is slowly making its way down your torso to finally reach your mound where he feels how wet you are.

You nod your head as you feel your skin begin to prickle with heat from anticipation.

He captures your lips briefly in a chaste kiss before sliding down your body and onto his knees in front of you. His hands move down from your hips to your thighs, where he continues his gentle, circular movements.

He’s looking up at you, his dark hair hanging just over the the top of his eyes, water droplets hanging off the tips of it. His lips pull shape into a smirk and you feel his hands grip your thighs and pull them even further apart.

“Tell me, Princess,” his fingertips just barely touching your skin has he rubs them up and down your inner thighs. So close to where you want them. “Has anyone ever had the pleasure of tasting you in such a way?”

Although you’re no virgin, no man has ever gone down on you. It’s always just fuck and leave. You haven’t even gone down on a man!

You chew the inside of your lip as you slowly shake your head ‘no.’ You watch his smile grow wider.  He plants a soft kiss right on your pelvis, just above your most sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Princess. You’re not even going to remember what it was like to be with another man.”

Your mind starts running wild. You can’t even begin to imagine the amount of pleasure you’re about to experience

And with that his head dips lower and he gives a long lick from your entrance to your clit, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder. When he reaches your clit, his tongue swirls around it making your knees go weak and you grip his hair not knowing how else to express yourself. Suddenly his mouth wraps around and he’s gently sucking on it and you feel him slide a finger in you at the same time.

“Ohh! Oh my god, Jaebum,” You moan out. You never want to stop this feeling. You can feel the warmth in your belly from the pleasure. It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. You grip his hair even tighter when he applies the perfect amount of pressure to your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You hear him moan as your hips thrust against him involuntarily. He starts to speed up his fingering after adding a second finger. He sticks his tongue out directly on your clit and moves his head around in circles making you feel as if you’re grinding against him. My God does this feel so so good. He starts doing it faster, with more pressure.

The feeling in your belly grows tighter and tighter.

“Ahh Jaebum! Right there! Ohhh please don't stop. Don’t stop!”

Suddenly, the feeling in your belly unravels and a burst of pleasure flows throughout your body and you legs start shaking around his head. You lean your head back against the wall, still grinding against his face, as you pant and let out little moans until your orgasm finally ends.

Once you’ve calmed down a little, you look down to see Jaebum still on his knees, staring at you with a huge smile on his face and your wetness around his mouth and chin. You notice his hand that’s not holding your leg is wrapped around his dick.

“You look so hot when you cum. I couldn’t help but touch myself at the sight.” He starts moving his hand up and down his shaft again. 

You’re watching him and as sexy as it is, you can’t help but think about how great he would feel inside you. Right now.

“Prince Jaebum, I’m sure my pussy would feel better than your hand.”

His movements stop and the smirk is back. He rises to his feet and pins you between him and the wall again. 

“You think so?” He asks so low the sound of the shower almost over powering his voice.

“Put it in and find out,” You challenge.

He lets out a low before roughly spreading your legs again. His hand grips your jaw, pulling you in for a rough, yet passionate kiss that you can’t help but moan into. 

In the midst of the intense make out, he slips into you with ease and you moan again, louder this time not expecting him to be inside you so soon.

“Too much for you, Princess?”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up and fuck me, Jaebum!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He grabs both of your legs allowing you to hop up and wrap them around his waist. He starts thrusting in you so deep you can feel him hitting your cervix. It’s causing a dull pain but the way he’s thrusting and the way your bodies are, your clit is hitting his pelvis perfectly allowing for the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Oooh.. Princess.. So.. Good... Fuck!” He moans out between breaths.

You watch him as he’s fucking you. His face is completely lust filled. Head slightly tilted back. Mouth parted just enough to see the tip of his tongue. Eyes screwed shut and creased brows. The water still splashing on you two, making his body look even more attractive. 

“I’m going to cum in you, Princess.”

“Jae-!”

“Ohhhhh!! Oh shit! Oh fuuuck!” Before you can finish calling out his name his hips start thrust erratically and you feel his hot seed filling you up. His head leaned forward into your shoulder, he lets his whines and moans come out into your shoulder until he comes down.

You’re leaning against the wall, legs weak and chest heaving up and down.

“Princess, you’re going to be the death of me.”

---

You two quickly wash up, then head back to the bed.

You’re both lying in bed just enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies, Jaebum being the big spoon of course, when Jaebum speaks, interrupting the comfortable silence.

“Was that your first orgasm?” He says into your back. “Or are they all that intense?”

You feel his chest vibrate against your back as he laughs at his own joke. You turn around to face him, hiding your face underneath the comforter with only your eyes peeking out. With the way you’re looking at him, he knows which is the true answer.

“Wow. Really?”

You roll your eyes. “Not every man knows how to please a woman. Or even care to.” You mumble the last part. Annoyed at the reality of your sex life thus far.

He moves his face closer to yours. “Well from now on, as your fiancé, I can guarantee that will be at the top of my priorities. You look so good when you cum, I’d love to see more often.”

You chuckle at the thought. 

He kisses your nose, then gets comfortable to go to sleep. As soon as he closes his eyes, though, there's a knock at the door. Even though you know he clearly couldn’t have fallen asleep so fast, he doesn’t even flinch at the sound.

“Jaebum. Aren’t you going to answer?”

“Absolutely not. I want to finally sleep next to you.”

Just as he finishes his sentence, they knock again. This time with a message, “Prince Im Jaebum, you have a visitor all the way from China. He’d like to speak with you about the matter regarding the alliance of Korea and China. Says it’s urgent!”

You hear Jaebum whisper out a fuck before jumping up to get dressed.

“I’m coming! Have him wait in the parlor!” He calls out as he looks for the rest of his clothing.

Once he’s done dressing, before he walks out the door he turns to you, “Why don’t you get dressed and come out as well. I’d love for you to meet him.” He says with a smile.

You smile back, “Of course.”

---

As you walk down the stairs, toward the parlor you hear Jaebum’s voice and another man’s. For some reason that voice sounds so familiar. You don’t recall knowing any Chinese men though? Perhaps a Korean man returning from China? You hear them laugh. You know the laugh that’s not Jaebum’s. Why can’t you place it?

When you enter the room, the man Jaebum is speaking with has his back facing you. Even his build looks familiar. Jaebum smiles when he sees you, the man notices and turns around to greet you. Once your eyes meet, you both freeze, your smile dropping completely from your face.

He speaks first. His eyebrows pulling together in anger.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

[ncteez]

NYMPHO [m.l]

If there’s anything in life that Mark wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need. or the one where mark is very inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.

ao3 | m.list | leave feedback and reblog to give mark another boner. 

minors do not interact. 

WORDCOUNT― 13.8K

PAIRING― mark lee x afab reader

CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant mark, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets mark go absolutely insane on her

NOTE― not proof read// will come back and maybe try to do that…anyway. im back in the game bitches, someone tell mark [DO NOT]!!  disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. additionally: this is also posted on my other blog for jake so.........hahaha

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― mark isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, mark’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-” 

Mark slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny. 

Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three. 

Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point. 

It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself. 

The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again. 

It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting. 

For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Mark has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway. 

Almost given up.

A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Johnny in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Mark is proud to admit.

“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Johnny had said to him. “It’s only June!”

Maybe Johnny was right, and maybe Mark should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Johnny had advertised. “Even got Jisung laid.” 

Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Mark has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jisung laid, surely it could get him laid too. 

Maybe this one really is better.

And at the end of the day, Mark does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though? 

We’ll see.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ah. Okay. Nice.

Mark stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh. 

The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck. 

Safe to say, Mark’s profile went a little something like this: 

you can call me mark, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.

LOOKING FOR: Female PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more] PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]

NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn

Embarrassing? Yeah, probably. 

Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him. 

He can only imagine what the fuck Jisung had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Mark is desperate and so was Jisung at one point. 

Apparently girls like desperate guys. 

Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually. 

“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?” 

“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?” 

“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”

Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.

Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.

Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Mark probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did. 

And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real. 

“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”

One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–

Oh.

Fuck yeah.

He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?” 

Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.

He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God. 

You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.

And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?

You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.  

Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances. 

Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?

Please.

Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs. 

And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you. 

Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems. 

Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back. 

Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: You awake?

Dick pic #1. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol

Dick pic #2 

MARK_99 sent you a message:  Wake uppppppppppp! 

MARK_99 sent you a message:  Please? :(

Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it. 

MARK_99 sent you a message:  Do you already have me silenced?

MARK_99 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….

MARK_99 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”

Oh, he sounds like a fucking loser, love that.. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?

MARK_99 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff? 

MARK_99 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot 

MARK_99 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw? 

Etcetera. 

And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed. 

You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond. 

YOURUSERNAME: that was cute. 

It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone. 

YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby. 

MARK_99: oh god please don’t say that

MARK_99: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again

YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then? 

Yes, you’re teasing him. 

MARK_99: if you’d let me

YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?

MARK_99: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again

You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you. 

YOURUSERNAME: show me?

And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?

YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?

Oh, shit. Mark could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.  

MARK_99: i’ll come over right now. 

MARK_99: let me come over and show you

YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me

And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.

Public meeting first. 

Always.

MARK_99: right, right, that makes sense. 

MARK_99: so can i see your pussy then

You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits. 

Meaning, he has to settle with them too. 

And the photo is all but enough for Mark. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…

This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden. 

He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it. 

MARK_99: thats so hot…but….

MARK_99: pussy….

MARK_99: please show me your pussy

Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice. 

And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open. 

When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again. 

MARK_99: tht was hot lol….um

MARK_99: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want

You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately. 

And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.

YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot? 

MARK_99: ….would u want me to? 

YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good

MARK_99: hahah damn

MARK_99: so you’ll come see me?

YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you

MARK_99: ok cool :)

And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Mark is gonna be fun. 

MARK_99 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good

Sounds promising. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.

Fucking handsome and charmingly cute. 

Perhaps even, hot. 

You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same voice you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.

 Oh wow. 

On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying. 

 Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock. 

Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.

Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough. 

You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used. 

No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy. 

It’s hot. 

And when you approach, Mark nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first. 

“Hi, did you find everything you–” Mark stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.”  He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.

You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot. 

No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.

“Do you wanna see my pussy?” 

It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda. 

You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal. 

No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.

“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.” 

You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there. 

“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”

Mark swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.

“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.” 

Mark squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place. 

“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Mark?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.” 

“Please–” Mark blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this. 

“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”

His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.

“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.

Mark swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse? 

Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then? 

Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you. 

You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.

Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now. 

And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.

“Here it is.” Mark says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.” 

You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever. 

It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Mark is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers. 

You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open. 

You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally. 

He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot. 

“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny. 

And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.  

“Mark,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”

You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove. 

Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things. 

And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan. 

You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place. 

“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”

He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more. 

Mark’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.

And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Mark keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand. 

“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket. 

“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”

You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket. 

“I’ll text you my address.” 

And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Mark suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end. 

Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently. 

It’s not doing anything to hold him over though. 

He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.

Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again. 

“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles. 

Mark wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy. 

“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater. 

Mark doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right. 

“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!” 

Mark would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too. 

And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough. 

“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!” 

“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.

He needs to leave. Right now.

“S’all good,” Mark shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!” 

And finally, Mark can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum. 

He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful. 

Careful isn’t something Mark can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work. 

He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle. 

“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck. 

He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore. 

You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems.  He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.

“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.” 

You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect. 

“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”

Mark nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind. 

“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”

You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back. 

“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”

“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”

“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”

Mark groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either. 

It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours. 

“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone. 

“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it. 

The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.

“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”

“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”

You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”

If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.

Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you. 

“Ah, fuck–” Mark groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….

“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads. 

The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair. 

Mark lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up. 

It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.

“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath. 

He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud. 

“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”

As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you. 

You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue. 

“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really? 

Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?

 “God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you. 

He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself. 

Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue. 

Oh fuck.

“Ahh- '' Mark moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything. 

You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him. 

“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?” 

He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face. 

There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.

Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.

“Mark–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose. 

He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn. 

And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you. 

Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now. 

You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock. 

“Hah–” Mark lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”

You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose. 

He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Mark managed to keep them shoved out of his way. 

“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”

Mark has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer. 

Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match. 

You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling. 

He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow. 

Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too. 

You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Mark just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.

“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”

Right. Bedrooms exist.

Mark follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him. 

You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time. 

You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.

He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.

He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward. 

Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp. 

“Could eat you out again.” Mark mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead. 

Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Mark could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please. 

“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated. 

He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you. 

“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?” 

Mark nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” 

He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”

Oh, damn. 

The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Mark. 

Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night. 

Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…

“Yeah?” Mark breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are. 

“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”

God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock. 

“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–” 

He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.

“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”

Mark moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body. 

“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”

With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches. 

Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore. 

You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely. 

That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.

And god, Mark loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…

Oh no.

“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.

And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.

Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries. 

“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely. 

He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay. 

He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more. 

“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”

That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you. 

“Don’t say that, oh god–” Mark mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”

Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.

Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.

And as Mark catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.

“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms. 

And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes. 

“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would. 

His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…

His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips. 

“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways. 

Good. 

“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,”  He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”

You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips. 

“Well, Mark–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”

Mark rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.

“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Mark groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”

You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this. 

“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.

It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.

Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t. 

Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.

He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold. 

You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.

“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time. 

The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Mark is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.

For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Mark can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.

He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”

Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation. 

Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently. 

“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”

You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw. 

“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”

A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw. 

“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”

You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope. 

“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”

Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t. 

“You can have it any time you want.” Mark smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.” 

You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.

“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”

You shake your head. 

“Not usually, you just turn me on.” 

Mark feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl. 

Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of. 

“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again. 

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.

“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”

Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this. 

“Yes, Mark,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”

His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use. 

“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”

You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot. 

“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”

Oh.

“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”

So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic. 

“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”

This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control. 

“You want me to sit on it, Mark?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction. 

The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth. 

Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it. 

He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are. 

And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch. 

“That’s it.” Mark soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.

And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it. 

“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving. 

Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation. 

It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation. 

You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed. 

“Oh, oh shit, Mark–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no. 

“What– What’s wrong?!” Mark’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing. 

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest. 

Mark just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide. 

“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?” 

And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.

“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe. 

Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before. 

Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–

“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours. 

Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”

At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.

But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural. 

And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression. 

“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.” 

And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The “rest” didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Mark remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.

To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves you. 

And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely. 

Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Mark seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key. 

Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties. 

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Playboy Prince 4

Prince Im Jaebum.

Part 4.

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hi! just wanted to ask if you're still going to continue the playboy prince series? :( it's so goooooood!

Yes!! So sorry. Mental health has been kicking my ass lately, but I do definitely plan to finish it in 7 or 8 parts. Not gonna be too long.

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Next part will be out tomorrow morning actually!

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hi! just wanted to ask if you're still going to continue the playboy prince series? :( it's so goooooood!

Yes!! So sorry. Mental health has been kicking my ass lately, but I do definitely plan to finish it in 7 or 8 parts. Not gonna be too long.

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Read Touch it for Real - A Baekhyun Story

Genre: Humor / Fluff / idiots to lovers

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

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i like to believe i live for this man

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This is pure filthy smut

Also PLS I know their song is 1 Billion Views but that wasn’t realistic for what I was going for lmao ENJOY!

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After adding the final touches to your look for the night, you pick up your phone and text the group chat. The group chat containing you and your two best friends, Park Chanyeol and Oh Sehun, titled, unoriginally, The 3 Musketeers!

“Are you boys ready for tonight? I’m starting in 30 minutes and you’re still not here. Don’t try to chicken out on me.”

You’re a cam girl and although you normally do solo videos, you were reading some comments on one of your videos and came across a man who wrote that he would “pay extra to see this girl get fucked by 2 dudes at once!” Naturally you see your favorite words, “pay more,” and immediately start thinking about every guy you know or would even feel comfortable with fucking at the same time. You truly could not think of a more perfect pair than your best friends from high school.

You remember the day you asked them and how you were so nervous you wanted to throw up.

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“Are you guys available for a 3 way FaceTime call right now?” You sent to the group chat.

Sehun texted back first, “Yep!”

Chanyeol not too long after, “Double yep!”

You take a deep breath as you press the FaceTime icon at the top of the group chat. It only rang 3 times before they both answered.

“Hey!!” Sehun shouts.

“Are we in trouble?” Chanyeol asks in a joking way.

You just let out a short laugh before changing back to your nervous demeanor.

“Oh man. I was joking are we really?” Chanyeol speaks up again.

“No... no you guys aren’t in trouble,” You let out a nervous laugh this time.

“Come on, what’s bugging you I can see the gears in your head spinning,” Sehun asks.

“Okay okay okay. I have a very serious question. I am 100% not joking when I ask this. I need a real, honest answer. Okay?

You watch as both Chanyeol and Sehun just nod their heads, staring at the screen.

“Okay?” You repeat.

“Yes yes okay.”

“Okay, honest answer, got it.”

After they both give you the response you were looking for you finally ask them.

“Would you guys be okay with being in a video with me? Like, on my cam series?”

It’s no secret to them what you do, they are your best friends after all.

You watch as Sehun’s jaws drop and Chanyeol’s eyes grow even more wider than they naturally are.

Chanyeol speaks first. “Like both of us in a video with you at the same time?”

You nod your head unable to look back at the screen. You’re secretly glad you did this through FaceTime and not in person. You don’t think you could’ve handled it. 

You hear Sehun ask a question as well. “What exactly will we be doing?”

You clear your throat as your eyes find focus away from the phone screen and on a plant somewhere in your room.

“Well we would be doing some sexual things of course. Um...you guys would be, you know, doing things to me together.” Why is it suddenly so hard to explain what a threesome is?

“So we’re having a threesome? For your cam girl series?”

“Yes, if you guys are up for it? Someone commented that they would pay extra to see it, so I can of course split the money with you guys no problem. I will be promoting on my channel as something extra premium for my already premium customers, so I will definitely be making a lot more than usual.” You’re rambling now.

“I’m down,” Sehun says with a wicked smile.

“Me too, let’s get this bread!” Chanyeol adds.

You relax with their enthusiastic answers and you three all break into smiles as you begin to plan out all the details for your special video.

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Chanyeol texts back, “Relax were outside come open the door.”

You smile and squeal getting all giddy because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined fucking Chanyeol and Sehun at some point during the time you’ve known them. Now you’re about to fuck them both! At the same time!

You open the door and your greeted with both of their toothy smiles, you can't help but give them a toothy smile back.

“Come in, guys!” You say excitedly. 

You’re wearing your robe right now because you want to get their raw reaction to what you’re wearing underneath when you turn on the camera.

You lead them down the hallway to your room. In the corner you’ve got a red sheet on the wall as a back ground, you’ve got your camera set up on the tripod with a big ring light around it. 

“This is a nice set up!” Sehun says, genuinely impressed.

“Sehun, I’m a professional. I have to have the best quality videos out there.” You say with a proud smile.

They both let out a little laugh.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” You pick up the two black ski masks you bought for them. “I wasn’t sure if you guys were comfortable with showing your faces on camera, so I got you these just in case!”

“Oh this is perfect, thanks.” Chanyeol says as he grabs one.

Sehun takes off his shirt before grabbing his and putting it on.

You admire his slender, yet muscular frame. His pale skin making it look even more majestic. The faint outlines of a six pack showing. You’re ready to start touching him already.

You look over and see Chanyeol has done the same. His body is just as attractive as Sehun’s. His skin slightly more tanned, muscles more defined. You want to give him a nice long lick from the hem of his pants to his neck. With their masks on, it’s hard to focus on anything but their bodies.

Your alarm goes off, pulling you out of your trance, letting you know it’s time to start. “Okay are you guys ready? Don’t forget this is LIVE.” You put emphasis on live because you guys talked about it before and had to carefully plan it so it would look as natural as possible. You don’t want your viewers knowing you’ve never had sex with them before. You like for them to think you’re a dirty girl even off camera, it really sells the persona you’ve created.

You physically place them on either side of you and look in the camera’s view finder to make sure it looks good.

You look over to Chanyeol, “Are you ready?” He gives you a wink.

You look over to Sehun and ask him the same. He responds by making a kissy face to you. You smile and press the start button on the computer, starting the live.

You watch as the viewer number climb rapidly. Once it hits 10,000 you start talking.

“Hi lovers.” You start if your most sultry voice you can muster, your cam voice. “I have two special guests with me today,” You run your hand down Sehun’s stomach, trying to ignore the way he tenses. “Over here we have Mr. S.” You move over to Chanyeol and do the same. “And on this side we have Mr. C.”

With your robe still tied, you let it slip off your shoulders just a little bit, using your forearms to keep it up. You notice in the view finder Chanyeol and Sehun both turn their heads to you, watching you.

“I hear my lovers were just dying to see me get fucked by two men. Is this true?” You watch the comments and reactions flow in on your computer. You look back at the camera with a sexy smirk and finally untie and drop the robe completely.

Under the robe your breast are completely bare and your panties are black lace, crotchless thongs. You put on a bit of body glitter on your chest, you notice your viewers love when you’re sparkly. You’ve got some dark lipstick and a dark cat eye to match. 

You are sure to keep eye contact with the camera as your hands find Sehun’s dick through his sweatpants. You start rubbing him through his pants making sure the outline is very evident for the viewers to see. You look over your shoulder at Chanyeol who is rubbing himself through his sweatpants.

“Ohh lovers, I think Mr. C is getting a little jealous watching me give all my attention to Mr. S.” You watch Chanyeol pull his dick out and start jerking off while staring very deeply into your eyes. You movements almost falter on Sehun’s dick. You’re trying your hardest to keep it together, this is live!

You break the eye contact and look back to the camera, “Actually, lovers, I think this is making Mr. C very horny.” You pull Sehun’s pants down to his ankles and he kicks it off the rest of the way. “Let’s give him a little more to watch.”

You turn your full attention to Sehun and wrap your hand around his dick as you jerk him slowly. Then you pull him down for a heated kiss with your other hand. Sehun’s hands grip your waist on either side. Your mouths begin to move in sync and you slip your tongue into his mouth and he gladly sucks on it pulling a moan out of you. As the kiss gets deeper you feel a third hand roughly grab your right breast, the one closer to the camera, and you can feel the head a Chanyeol’s dick against your ass. You start pushing back against him and he lets out a moan. You let go of Sehun’s dick to pull him closer so that his is rubbing against your clit. You have Chanyeol grinding against your ass and Sehun against your clit. You could cum right now. 

The hand that was on your breast is now around your jaw and pulling you away from Sehun’s lips. Chanyeol turns you so that you're now in a heated kiss with him. Sehun’s takes this moment to kiss and lick all over your exposed neck. You feel Sehun continue to go further and further down your body until feel him lick at your clit. Chanyeol lets your jaw go and you can finally take a deep breath. You let a sensual moan as Sehun encases your clit with his mouth giving it a gentle suck. You lean your head back onto Chanyeols chest and he grabs your hand and it puts around his dick. He starts fucking into your hand as you try to meet his pace. 

You turn back to the camera so your viewers can watch your face as you get your pussy ate while jerking off Chanyeol. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the viewfinder and even you have to admit the scene unfolding right now looks so good.

“You like how he’s eating your pussy huh? Are you going to cum on his face? I bet your lovers would love to watch you cum on his face.” Chanyeol suddenly says as his hands knead at your breast. Your eyes screw shut and you feel your hips begin to buck even more into Sehun’s face. That was so unexpected. They said they weren’t comfortable with speaking. You thought they would be silent. 

Chanyeol starts sucking on your neck. “Come on, baby, cum on his face for me, I’m sure he’d love it too.” You look down and Sehun is already looking at you. You watch his tongue swirl around your clit before sucking on it again. The sight mixed with Chanyeol’s hands on your breast and his deep grunting in your ear as he fucks your hand makes your whole body come undone. You feel your orgasm take over you as you cry out that you’re cumming.

Your body starts to shake and Sehun holds your legs to keep you from squeezing his head while he helps you ride out your orgasm with soft, wide tongue licks. Chanyeol is peppering your neck with kisses, also attempting to help you ride this out.

Once you’ve finally come down, you glance over to the computer and see the view number climbing even more and lots of reactions and comments coming in. Aside from the amazing orgasm you just had, you’re also thinking about how much money you’re about to make from this special.

Sehun comes back up and pulls you to his lips, making you taste yourself. You moan into his mouth while Chanyeol finally pulls his sweatpants off. When you and Sehun finally pull away from each other you watch as Chanyeol walks closer to the camera holding his dick. Once he’s close enough, he starts shaking it around for your viewers. Oh, he loves this, you think to yourself.

“Should we fuck your sweet babydoll at the same time...” He looks back at you and Sehun, dick still in his hand, “Or take turns?” He’s incredibly comfortable in front of the camera behind that mask.

All three of your attentions turn over to the computer screen watching the viewers comments come in.

“Together!!”

“Fuck that slut at the same time she’ll fucking love it!”

“Her wet pussy can handle two dicks at the same time”

“We paid to see her fucked by two guys at once”

More and more comments of that nature keep rolling in and Chanyeol looks back to the camera, stroking his dick slowly. “Looks like babydoll’s pussy is about to get stretched out,” he says with a smirk.

There’s a rather large, pink bean bag chair behind you that you normally use for your solo acts. You take a seat on it and spread your legs as far as they’ll go, while Chanyeol adjusts the camera angle.

Once finished with camera he comes over to sit next you and shoves his index in middle finger in your mouth, knowing that he wants you to get them wet for your pussy. Sehun sits on the opposite side and shoves his same two fingers in your mouth too.  Once they’re both moistened to their satisfaction they bring them down to your pussy.

Chanyeol slips them in you doing a scissoring motion to stretch you, Sehun doing the same.

It’s Sehun’s turn to talk, to your surprise. “We have to get baby dolls pussy prepared for us,” He says looking at the camera. “We want to make sure her pussy is stretched so good for the both of us.”

You lean your head back and let out a long moan as they both finger you with their index and middle fingers. You’ve never been this stretched out before and base on the size of their dicks, you’re a little nervous it might still be painful even after the prepping.

You feel someone’s thumb collect some of the wetness around your pussy and then start gently rubbing your clit. Your head snaps back up quickly and you suck your bottom lip in biting it hard. Your eyebrows crease and your eyes are screwed shit again. You feel like you could come again. Chanyeol leans in to kiss you and after not even two seconds of making out you feel Sehuns lips add to the mix. Here you are in a three way kiss with your two best friends and their fingers up your pussy. Never in a million years did you foresee this happening.

They both start moving down at the same time, kissing, licking, and sucking on either side of your neck. You can feel your face contorting again, you’re trying to catch your breath while the moans slips out very breathy. You can feel your pussy trying to clench and your legs start trembling. The warm feeling in your stomach getting warmer and warmer before spreading throughout your whole body. 

“Ahhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck fuck fuck! I’m cumming again oh my fu-” You cut yourself with a loud, breathy moan as you reach the peak of your orgasm. Your face is all warm and sticky with a thin layer of sweat, your lips feel swollen. You’re sure you look fucked out and you haven’t even been fucked yet.

Once you’ve calmed down you open your eyes to see both Chanyeol and Sehun staring at you with wide eyes and their mouths slightly open. Looks like they enjoyed the show. You nod your head signaling that you’re ready for them.

Chanyeol stands first to go fix the camera angle again, this time zooming it in a little bit more to focus on where your pussy’s going to be. To help figure out where exactly you go ahead and move to sit on Sehun’s lap in the center of the bean bag. You align his tip with you glistening and already sensitive pussy and slide down with ease. Sehun scoots into a more laying down position and at an angle so the camera gets a great shot of your stretched out pussy.

Once Chanyeol gets the angle perfect he comes back in the frame, puts a little spit on his hand to rub on the tip of his dick. Then you feel him towards the back of your entrance. He sticks is finger in again trying to prepare you a little more to make this as painful as possible. Once he feels you’re ready, he finally slides in too.

The moan you let out came from deep within you. In no way did the stretch their four fingers did compare to the stretch both of their dicks did. It’s a bit painful and you have to put a hand on Chanyeol’s hip stopping him from going any deeper. You allow your pussy to get accustomed to the stretch before letting them start moving.

Once you’ve taken your hand away from his hip, Chanyeol takes it as a sign and is the first one to move. Sehun watches your face for any sign that you’re in pain and he notices you’re okay and starts moving underneath you as well.

Once they both get their rhythm they get very into it, they’re both moaning, yet they sound so different. You can’t even describe the feeling you have right now. Two dicks moving in you at the same time. It’s not the best feeling, but it’s also not the worst.

They start to speed up you can tell Chanyeol, especially, must be close. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind you, making you sit up in the process. You're a moaning mess along with them. Sehun has his feet firmly planted on the ground, allowing him to thrust up with even more speed. His hands are gripping your hips so hard, you’re sure there will be a bruise. 

You and Sehun are staring into each other’s eyes. You wish you could see his whole face taken over with ecstasy. You so badly want to tear this masks off. Chanyeol lets go of one of your arms and wraps his hand around your neck. You reciprocate by using your free arm to reach back and pull him even closer with your hand tangled in his hair.

“You’re such a slut, babydoll, aren’t you?” Chanyeol says loud enough for your mic to catch.

You simply nod your head, not trusting your voice right now.

He lets go of your neck to slap your titty. “Use your voice, babydoll! I asked you a question!”

His hand goes back to your throat and you scream out “Yes!” before he tightens his hand around it again.

You hear Sehun from under you, “Only sluts can handle two dicks in her this good!”

“Yes!! You both feel so good!! I want you both to cum in me! Let me feel you both cum!!” You don't know what's gotten into you but that wasn’t part of the plan. Caught up in the moment I guess?

Nonetheless, you feel Chanyeol’s grip around your neck falter and he does one last, hard thrust into you before his body tenses and he groans loudly into your neck. He came first. Sehun goes a little bit longer, adding to Chanyeol’s pleasure with the friction, before his hips start jutting sporadically inside of you finally cumming as well with a loud moan, turning his head to the side, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open.

For a moment you three just lay there, completely fucked out and exhausted. Chanyeol pulls out and you let out a moan from feeling your pussy relaxed after being so stretched. He helps you off of Sehun and onto wobbly legs. You make your way to the camera and bend over in front of it, ready to sign off.

“Lovers, how was that?” You ask, still panting. “Was it worth every penny? I sure hope so. I love being your guys’ little slut.” You smile before biting your bottom lip and winking at the camera. “Thank you so much for tuning in, until next time.” You kiss your hand and blow it to the camera, then reaching over to your computer, you end the live.

After the live ended, you see your stats for the video and you’re completely shocked to see that you had 1 million viewers tonight!

“How would you guys like to make a couple more videos with me?” You ask turning around to see that they’ve both taken their masks off. They both looks so good right now, ecstasy still written all over their face.

They look at each other, still breathless, and then back to you, both smiling.

After tonight, you know your guys’ friendship will never be the same. But you’re kind of okay with that, because they really know how to make you feel good and fuck you out!

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Mr. Park (M)

A Chanyeol smut requested by anon.

This picture really fucks me up, here’s my chance to use it!

And Happy New Year!

Working as the secretary for Mr. Park was a challenge, to say the least. He is very demanding and needing everything done in a timely manner, if not he would surely threaten you with ridiculous busy work or even being fired.

However, there was definitely one big perk. His son. The other Mr. Park.

Mr. Park Chanyeol.

You didn't see him much he had an office below his father’s top floor office. But when you did, oh man you forgot how to speak or even act entirely. You made a fool out of yourself in front of him more times than you could count, you’re sure.

He’s recently gone blonde, according to his father it looks ridiculous, but you just know the blonde and his skin tone would pair so well together. You’d hope to get to see him before it began to fade.

“Here.”

A stack of papers is slammed onto your desk, snapping out of your daydream.

“Take these down to my son.” Mr. Park says in his loud, demanding voice.

“Yes, sir.” You say without even thinking.

“Oh, and make sure he knows that is to be read over and signed immediately.”

He turns and disappears into his office without another word.

Well. That was, oddly, perfectly timed. You grab your stack of papers and head towards the elevators.

---

As the elevator dings and the doors open to Mr. Park’s floor, you feel your whole body fill with nerves. You’ve never set foot into his office before, you normally see him on the elevator ride up or when he walks past you to his father’s office.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before knocking on his door.

“Come in!”

Another deep breath before opening the door.

Oh my.

The white blazer and shirt the exposed so much of his chest took every thought out of head for a brief moment. And the hair. My God, the hair was absolutely stunning on him, just as you thought it would be. You’re standing in his doorway making a fool of yourself, once again.

You hear him clearing his throat. “Is there a reason my father sent you down here? Or did you sneak away from your desk to come gawk at me?”

Shit.

“I-i - Yes.” You respond. Still captivated by his unbelievable beauty.

You stare into his eyes for a second and watch his face change to a more irritated look.

“Well, what is it?”

You jump, physically snapping out the imaginary spell his handsome face seem to put you under.

“R-right!” You walk closer to his desk and hand over the stack of papers. 

“Your father said you need to look over and sign these as soon as you can.”

He takes the papers and leans back in his chair, skimming over the first page.

Again, you stand there and admire him. This is the longest you’ve been able to look a him up close.

“Was there anything else I could do for you?” He asks not looking up from the paper.

“Uh..No, Mr. Park, sir. I’ll be going now.”

You bow to him and he nods his head back, and you start towards the door, back to your desk.

---

You take a seat in your desk chair, preparing to complete whatever work Mr. Park has set on your desk while you were away. 

“And what took you so damn long? I thought I’d be leaving for the day before you got back!”

You mentally roll your eyes so hard you think if you did it in real life your eyes wouldn’t come back. You were gone for 10 minutes max. What a drama queen this man was.

“I sent you to deliver papers to my son, not everyone in the damn building! Since you think you can half ass your job while you’re working on my time, surely you won’t have a problem finishing some extra paperwork tonight on your time.”

And with that he’s gone down the hall to where you assume a meeting is about to take place. 

Great.

---

“Have a good night! Make sure all of this gets completed before you leave.” Mr. Park places another stack of papers on your desk, this time much more thick.

You take a quick glance and see a lot of blank spaces, meaning you’ll be doing a lot of writing. If it wasn't for the great pay and benefits and ridiculously hot son, you would've been applied to a new job.

About 4 pages in you hear the elevator ding and you look up and his blonde hair catches your attention. Your heart starts pounding in your chest. Did he come here to see you? No, of course. That’d be a dream though.

“What are you still doing up here?” He asks, with a lifted brow.

“Just s-some extra work. What brings you up here this time of night?” You muster up the courage to ask.

“Just came to drop off these papers that you brought down earlier.”

He disappears and reappears from his father’s office. 

He glances over your shoulder at the papers. “You know, if you want to bring those down to my office, I can help you finish them. After all it’s my fault you’re staying late.” He winks, then starts walking to the elevators.

You scramble to grab all of your papers and notebook and hurry behind him.

---

In his office he actually helps, you were honestly surprised.

You’re so immersed in the paper, you don’t even notice him look up from his paper. No longer writing, taking his time to look over your face while you’re distracted.

“Would you like to take a break?” He suddenly speaks.

You look over to the clock, it’s already midnight. You’d actually rather not. But then you look up at him and his handsome face and you don’t want to miss this opportunity to get to know him.

“Sure,” You say quietly. “What are we going to do, it’s already midnight?”

“We could just talk.”

“What about?”

“Why or even how you’ve managed to work for my dad for so long? I’m his son and I can barely do it.” You hear him laugh at the end of his sentence.

You hear yourself laugh as well.

“There it is. That beautiful smile. I never see you smile.”

You lean forward onto his desk where you’re sitting on the opposite of him. “What do you mean? You hardly see me at all.”

He leans back in his office chair and smirks while gliding his finger across his bottom lip.

“I watch you more than you think.” 

You stare at him for a moment. He looks like he’s thinking about something. His eyebrows are furrowed, but he’s still looking at you.

“Come here.” He says, making a come hither motion with his finger.

You hesitate for a just a moment, before finally standing and walking to the other side of his desk.  He turns his chair to the side, away from the desk. You stop, standing in front of him. He spreads his legs and pulls you closer by your waist.

“I see how you look at me. Can you tell me what it is you think about in that pretty little head of yours when you see my face?” He asks with such confidence. Like he already knows what it is you think about.

“M-mr. Park,” You breathe out. 

“Don’t be shy. I think about you, too.” He pulls you a little closer. “Do you want to know what I think about when I see you in that tight skirt?”

You nod your head and he grabs your hand and pulls your head to his.

“When I see you in that skirt, He whispers in your ear,  “I want to bend you over my desk, push your skirt to your waist, rip your panties off of you and taste you before pounding into you until I make you cum all. Over. My. Cock.”

He lets your hand go and you feel your knees buckle before you caught yourself and lean back up. Your breath is shaky, before you speak.

“Mr. Park, I would love for you to bend me over your desk and do whatever you want to me, sir.” You say in almost a whisper.

You watch his lips turn into a grin. He starts rubbing his hands up and down your inner thigh.

“Tell me exactly, beautiful.”

“I-i,” You let out a long sigh as his fingers graze across your clothed mound.

You lean your head back, “Mr. Park I want you to fuck me on your desk in every way you’ve imagined” You yell out.

Mr. Park lets out a breathy laugh before standing up, his chair sliding back as he does so, and bringing you to sit on his desk.

He kisses you, you kiss him back. In a clash of tongues, he manages to undo the buttons on your shirt and his, before stripping you both of them. He kisses your breast that are peaking out of the top of your bra. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to feel his hardening cock on you. 

He finally undoes your bra letting it fall to the ground and returns back to kiss and lick all over your breast. He pushes you to lay back on his desk and began kissing down your stomach and pushing your skirt up to your waist at the same time.

He looks down at your black lace panties and back up at you with a smirk. He bites the hem of them and pulls them down using only his mouth. Once he reaches your knees he lets them fall and lick his way back up to your heat and giving a long, flat lick from the opening of your vagina to the clit. Your whole body shudders at that.

“You taste even better than I thought,” he says before diving back in between your legs and continuing to give you the best head of your fucking life. His tongue hitting just the right spot over and over again. You get that warm feeling through out your body, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Mr. Park notices and quickly pulls away.

You groan and lean up on your elbows to look at him. “Mr. Park, please,” you whimper.

“I told you I want to make you cum on my dick while you’re bent over my desk,” he growls then pulls you off the desk onto your feet and turns you, harshly bending your upper body onto his desk. You let out a yelp and that earns you a hard smack on your ass.

“Scream as loud as you want, we’re the only ones here. I can promise you that.”

You feel his fingers sliding up and down your wet heat, then you hear him spit into his hand. You look back and watch him jerk off for a second, moistening his cock for you. You look up to his face and you catch his eyes already looking at you. You see his eyes completely filled with lust and you’re so consumed by it you literally let your head fall back to onto the desk and patiently wait for him to slide in you.

Then you feel him rubbing the tip around the edges of your heat gathering even more wetness for you. 

He thrusts into you, one hand on the back of your neck and the other with a tight grip on your hip. He starts thrusting at a consistently fast pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the faint sound of the desk legs sliding against the floor is the only thing you can hear. 

“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you to touch yourself while I fuck you on my desk.”

“Yes Mr. Park, anything, sir.” You say panting.

You slip your hand in between your body and the desk and find a way to massage your clit at a speed a little slower than Mr. Park’s thrusting.

You start moaning out, the mixture of him pounding into you and your fingers on your clit increasing your pleasure.

“Yes, baby, let me hear all those sounds come out of your pretty lips,” he’s almost yelling with how close he’s getting.

He’s moaning now too. The sound of his breathy moans make that warmth feeling come back, spreading all over your body until you come completely undone writhing on his cock just how he wanted.

“Uhh fuck, the way you’re clenching right n- ohhhh,” he lets out a long throaty moan as he quickly pulls out and spurts onto what you were hoping was your ass, but considering you didn’t feel it, you know it was your skirt.

He goes to find his office chair and plops down onto it, his pants still around his ankles and his panting making his bare chest move up and down.

You sit up and stare at him, sure you’re looking absolutely wrecked.

“Mr. Park, that was-”

He cuts you off, “Would you like to go dinner with me sometime, my treat of course.” He says with a smile

You’re looking for words to say, but with him in his current state looking at you like that, all you want to say is fuck me again and again and again

“Well?” He chuckles, “I thought after this fuck you’d be able to look at me without getting lost in your imagination...we have plenty of time to try everything you’ve yet to tell me about.”

“And you can call me Chanyeol, love.”

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3 AM

Requested by Anonymous

Like clock work, your phone starts ringing at 3:01 AM. Seeing his name on the screen doesn’t phase you at all, you simply swipe to answer.

“My place or yours, baby?”

You hear his deep chuckle, “Well I was thinking you come meet in my car and we drive somewhere.”

“Sounds good!”

“Be there in 20,” he hangs up.

You had just stepped out the shower when Minsik called, you already knew he’d be calling tonight. It’s Friday night-or Saturday morning, however you want to look at it. This was very usual for you two though. Ever since the one night stand months ago, he would call every so often for a nice fuck with no attachments.

You put on some moisturizer, flower scented of course, his favorite. You make sure to put one of the sets of lingerie that he specifically bought for you to wear during these rendezvous. And you always wear a dress or skirt of some sort for easiest access possible. You touch up the deep red nail polish on your toes and fingers. By the time you’re spraying on the last bit of perfume, your phone chirps letting you know he’s outside. 

Once in the car, you look over at him because he’s just incredibly sexy. He’s wearing a button up shirt, only buttoned half-way exposing his broad chest. A chain hanging around his neck, laying on his collarbones. His dark, ripped jeans hugging his thighs just right. You finally look up at his beautifully structured face and speak.

“So where are we going tonight?”

You watch a smile takeover his face, “Our spot.”

You face the front again with a smile. Your guys’ spot was a deep drive into a wooded area away from the city. That meant you were fucking outside. He must’ve had a rough week, he only takes you there so he can fuck you however he wishes. You always happily oblige. You couldn’t wait.

---

As he finally brings the car to a stop he lays his head back for a second and lets out a long breath. You release your seatbelt and lean over to kiss up and down his neck.

“Has it been a rough week, baby?” You ask in a sultry voice.

He moans and grabs your neck gently as you continue giving him slow, soft kisses. “You have no idea.”

You lean back and pull down your dress and exposed your lingerie clad breast. “Do you want to blow off some steam, Minsik?” You run a finger gently up and down your chest.

You watch his eyes glaze over with lust and he reaches out and grabs your left breast roughly before groaning.

“Get out,” He’s opening his door before he’s finished the phrase. 

You quickly open your door and push your dress the rest of the way down once you’re out so that you’re now in just your bra and panties.

You see him standing by the trunk of the car leaning on it and waiting for you.

You slowly walk over to him, letting him look over your whole body. When you finally reach him, you began to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He watches you go down on your knees on the soft grass in front of him. You undo his jeans and pull them and his underwear to his knees. 

You spit in your hand and wrap it around his dick and jerk him at a constant pace and look him in his eyes. Minsik looks so good right now. His eyes looking down at you still glazed over with lust and the moonlight shining on him with trees all around. 

You finally take him in your mouth and continue looking into his eyes until he closes them and leans his head back in pleasure. You can hear his breathing pick up with a moan every now and then. You bob your head on his dick, you close your eyes to really give it your all. As you’re sucking you make sure your tongue is licking all over too. You raise his dick so you can get access to his balls. You sucked on his balls and that causes his knees to buckle for a second and he moans out loud as he grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer. 

You go back up to his dick and spit on it before putting him in your mouth once more. All you can hear is the sounds of your saliva as you bob your head on his dick, Minsik’s beautiful moans, and the faint sounds of crickets in the woods.  You start going faster and massage his balls, sucking hard enough that your cheeks began to go in. He starts breathing faster and faster until he pulls you off of him.

“Babygirl. I want to cum in you, you know that,” he says, still panting.

You wipe your mouth as you stand on your feet again. “Well what are you waiting for, baby?” You bring his hand to your mound and grind against it.

He flips you around and bends you over the trunk of the car. He pulls your panties down until they’re wrapped around your ankles. You feel his hand rub up and down your wet slit. 

“Damn babygirl, sucking me off gets you that wet?” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it.

“Minsik, baby, you make me wet. All. the. time.”

He smacks your ass before wiping some of you arousal around his dick.

You feel him slide his dick in you, the stretch feels good every single time. He starts thrusting into you, his grip on your hips getting tighter and tighter with each thrust.  From the back always feels phenomenal. If you get fucked in this position every time you definitely would. He reaches his hand around you to grip your breast and leans into your ear and lick the shell of it.

He whispers in your ear, “You love when I fuck you like this don’t you? You can’t wait for my call. You’re such a little slut for me, always ready to get fucked.”

You moan out when his hand moves down to rub at your clit. 

“I love getting fucked by you, no one can fuck me like you can, Minsik,” you moan.

He starts going faster and wets his fingertips with his saliva before putting back on your clit.

His breathing begins to pick up and he leans his head back.

“Ahhh shit, babygirl, I’m going to cum, fuck.”

You start bouncing back into each thrust and he lets out on final grunt followed by a long moan. He stills inside you and you can feel the spurts of cum shooting into you. His hips twitching every few seconds.

Once he finally calms down, he leans back into your ear, “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.”

He licks up the side of your neck and starts the circular motion on you clit again. You instinctively close your legs around his hand.

“Tsk tsk tsk, babygirl. How are you going to cum if I can’t move my hand?”

You let out a shaky breath and try to keep your legs open while he keeps going. Oh, this feels so good. His hands always feel so nice on you. He has moved his other hand from your hip to your breast. He continues to kiss down your neck and sucking at where your neck meets your shoulder.

His kisses and sucking are sending tingles down your spine. His fingers are causing a heat in the pit of your stomach. You focus on both of those feelings and you feel you body tensing. You start grinding down against his hand and his tongue continues to work wonders on your neck and feel yourself cumming. 

Your whole body tenses even more before finally releasing everything you felt building up. You look up at the moon and the stars and it seems to intensify the orgasm. 

Minsik’s motions become softer as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

---

You and Minsik normally clean up and leave once your done, but something was different today. After cleaning up he put a blanket on the hood of his car and you two cuddled and watched the sun come up.

You didn’t know it, but Minsik desperately wanted more with you.

[kpop---writings]

Workout (M)

Requested by anonymous!

idk how this got so damn long wow

You carefully watch your form in the huge mirror as you do your squats. On the outside you may look like you love coming here to this god forsaken gym, but in reality every time you come in you want to turn right around. However, you’ve made a deal with yourself that you’d keep coming here consistently until you’ve reached your dream body goals. Also, the hot guy that you see every single time you come. You swear he’s here every day. How can someone be here every day? Your 4 days out of the week were more than enough for you.

As you go down on your last squat, his reflection walking behind yours catches you off guard and you freeze in your squatted position. You watch his head turn in your direction and his eye go down. Landing right on your ass. You ignore the burning in your legs and watch him in shock until he rounds the corner to a different room in the gym.

You finally stand up and your legs feel so weak. You can’t believe hot gym guy just stared at your ass while you were squatting. You can’t think of a more perfect position that he could’ve seen you in than that.

That was just the beginning, the next several days you keep catching him in the mirror watching you. He must’ve forgotten you can see him in the mirror because he eyes your whole body so shamelessly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same, though.

---

You’re back at the gym again, this time he’s there before you. He’s on the treadmill, in that tank top that shows off his toned arms so nice. You notice a treadmill next to him that’s not being used, almost calling out to you. You walk over and take a sip from your water before starting.

As the treadmill starts moving below you, you look up into the mirror. You try to sneak a quick glance at him, but he’s already looking at you and instead of looking away you held the eye contact. You feel like you’re breathing harder, not because you’ve started running, but because he’s so beautiful. You’ve never looked him in the eyes before. They look so warm and inviting, like you could tell him every single thought running through your mind.

Your eyes travel all over his face, taking in every feature. How can someone’s face be so perfect? Suddenly his face is gone and your face is hurting really bad. You hear a voice calling out something. 

Did you just fall off of the fucking treadmill? 

You open your eyes and you’re looking up into his worried face. He’s got your head cradled in his arms and you realize he’s speaking. To you.

“Hey! Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

You finally find a way to push out words, “Yes. Yes I’m okay. My face just hurts really bad.” You go to rub your nose, specifically, and your fingers are wet when you pull them away.

Great. Not only did you fall off of the treadmill in front of this gorgeous man, you’re also bleeding.

He must’ve noticed the panic in your face.

“Hey, hey, hey don’t worry. Here, come with me,” he helps you stand up and walks you over to where his gym bag is. “I’ve got a towel in my bag you can use.”

He hands you his towel and you quickly put it to your nose and tilt your head down. Even though you’re bleeding, you can smell what you can only assume to be his scent. Very masculine, you loved it.

“Why don’t we cut this workout short and go get some food? Make you feel better and forget about what just happened”

Your whole mood changes, you almost forget that your face is sore.

He notices and he gives you a wide, childlike grin. 

“Wow.”

You tilt your head, wondering what he’s so amazed by.

“Your smile,” He says. “It’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile before.”

Of course he hasn’t. You hated the gym, what would you be smiling about?

---

You arrive at some healthy restaurant and order an açaí bowl while he gets a protein shake. Then it dawns on you. You don’t even know handsome gym guy’s name.

“Hey,” you call to get his attention and he looks over to you with those warm brown eyes. “What’s your name?”

He smiles,”Minseok.”

Minseok. 

“And you are?”

The girl who busted her face on a treadmill.

He laughs. Did you say that out loud?

“Don’t think about that. We were the only ones in there. I don’t plan on telling anyone do you?”

You shake your head no.

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N. Thank you, by the way. For the towel and helping get my mind off of it.”

He smiles that same childlike smile and you want to melt. “Yeah, of course.”

Your food arrives to the table and you both thank the waitress.

He speaks, suddenly. “I’ve been watching you, you know.” 

You smirk, “Oh, I know. You weren’t very sneaky about it.”

“I guess not,” He takes a sip of his shake. “You’re not very sneaky either.”

You gasp. You thought for sure you were being sneaky.

He changes the subject. “Are you feeling any better?”

You nod your head and remember you’re still holding his gym towel.

“I can take this home and try to get the blood out for you, if you’d like.”

“Sure.”

You watch him. He’s thinking, seemingly, about what he wants to say next.

“Could I go with you? I’m not really sure how to get blood out of things. Could be useful.” He finally says.

That was smooth.

“Y-yeah.” You were nervous now. Hot gym guy- Minseok- at your place, just the two of you.

---

Minseok is standing behind you as you’re washing the blood out of his towel. It’s quiet, you can hear him softly breathing behind.

You break the silence as you’re almost done, “So what’s your favorite workout to do?”

“I like to work on my upper body, core and arms mostly.”

You wring out the towel one last time before turning to take it to the dryer, Minseok opens the dryer door for you and watches as you select the setting and press start.

“Let me guess, you like to do leg workouts the most?” He asks as he follows you to the living room.

“How’d you know?”

“The way your ass looks in your leggings, it’s pretty obvious.” 

He speaks confidently. He’s not ashamed to admit that he has looked at your ass more frequently than just that one day. “Actually your squatting form is a bit...off.”

“Well, would you like to help me fix it?” The words left your mouth before you even thought about it.

He walks behind you again, you feel his hands on your waist. His left hand slides down your outer thigh, slipping to the inside.

“For starters your feet should be shoulder width apart,” he applies pressure to your inner thigh, signaling for you to spread your legs. When you do he slides his hand back up, fingertips just barely swiping against your groin.

He grips your hips and you feel him squat down, pulling you down into a squat as well. 

“Don’t be afraid to push your ass out.”

So you push your ass until you feel it touch his dick through his gym shorts. His breath hitches. You come back up and repeat it a few more times. His dick touching you just so slightly multiple times made you horny and wet.

 He reluctantly takes his hands off of you and turns you to face him. For a second he doesn't say anything. You watch his eyes drift to your lips and back up.

“You’re a fast learner.”

It’s your turn to touch him now. You run your arms up and down his bare arms, gently, looking at the veins popping out of them.

“Is there..” you look back at him with hooded eyes,”anything I can help you improve? Should we test your strength, see how strong you’ve become since you’ve started working out?”

You barely get another breath in before he’s lifting you in his arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he pins you against a wall. You lean forward first and press your lips against his, slipping your tongue in making it sloppy. He bites your bottom lip and licks it once he releases. HIs hand goes in between you to rub you through your leggings and you lean your head back to savor that feeling. He takes advantage of the now exposed skin kissing and sucking all over. 

You can feel him grinding against you and you push his hand on your clit away so you can pull him closer. You just grind against each other until Minseok groans and rips your leggings at the crotch. You’re too horny right now to even care, besides you can buy some new ones. He pulls his dick out of his gym shorts and spits on his hand and jerks off for a second.

What a sight.

“I don’t have a condom, what do you want me to do?” He’s still jerking himself off.

“Just fuck me! I trust you and I’m on birth control, just put it in me already, Minseok please!”

That was music to his ears. He pushes inside you and starts going full speed almost immediately. His hand reaches up and wraps around your throat, not squeezing just resting it there.

You feel yourself slamming into the wall behind, but it’s only adding to the experience, really. You stick two fingers in his mouth and watch as he sucks on it and wraps his tongue around moistening it without hesitation. You put those fingers on your clit and began to rub in circles at the same speed as his thrust. You can feel your toes curling as the feeling builds up in your stomach.

“Babygirl, are you going to cum for me? What can I do for you to make you cum? Huh baby? I’m so close I need you to cum.”

“Kiss me, Minseok and don’t be afraid to choke me.”

He growls at that and his hand around your neck tightens enough for you to feel  some pressure. He slams his mouth into you and you can feel his erratic breathing through his nose as he kisses you and continues at the same speed. The feeling in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter until the knot finally releases. You tense up as your orgasm blows through you. Your hips jump a little and you feel yourself clenching around his dick. You finally move your hand away from your now sensitive clit as you start to come down. 

Minseok feels your body start to relax and knows your orgasm has passed. He quickly pulls out and sets you back on your feet as he jerks himself to his orgasm. You watch his cum ooze out of his dick and his body twitches. He leans forward and his hand lands to the side of your head on the wall. He’s moaning and panting and his hand finally slows as he reaches the end of his orgasm. 

He’s still leaning over you, looking down, with his dick in his hand going soft. You grab his jaw and make him look up at you. He’s got sweat dripping down his forehead and he’s still panting. You smile a lazy smile at him and returns one.

He finally lets go of his dick and pulls his pants back up and looks at your torn leggings.

“I’m sorry about that I just didn’t want to put you down.”

“It’s fine, really,” you say feeling your face get warm.

“I guess the gym has been paying off?” He laughs.

You shake your head, laughing as well.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?”