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neowonderland · 25 days

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Addicted || l.jn

Summary: Jeno's the heir to the Lee Corporation but night after night, you find him in your room hungry for you Pairings: Vampire Jeno x reader Warnings: 18+, dark content, implied(?) noncon, smut Wc: 0.7k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

“It was your fault, really.”

That’s what Jeno whispered into your ear after the first night he fed on you, his blood stained lips pressed against the shell of ear. That was the first and only time Jeno had spoken to you despite the amount of times Jeno has fed on you since then.

You tell yourself it’s not your fault, that it’s Jenos. It’s not your fault that you had taken the shortcut back home from your work at the Lee Corporation. It wasn’t your fault that you had found a man slumped over on the sidewalk. It’s not your fault you were worried about a man who looked sick and pale. It’s not . It’s not your fault that later the man, Jeno, had showed up inside your home to bite and feed on your blood.

Jeno knows you won’t tell anyone about him, you’re far too isolated and secluded. You care too much about your job and your financial stability. Besides, who would even believe that the famous head of the Lee Corporation had been breaking into your home in the dead of night to drink your blood?

It used to happen once a month, randomly where you’d be awoken by Jenos weight pinning you down and then the pain of his fangs piercing your throat. Then, once a week. Now, every three days.

You hate him, hate how he’s disturbed your peaceful life. You hate that you’re burdened with his secret. You hate how he invades your space. You hate the pain he inflicts on you. You hate how he’s so quiet, never talking, never making an attempt to soothe you before or after he bites.

You hate how he forces your legs open, how he never preps you, fucking into you with too much strength. You hate how he pins you down, shoving your head into the mattress as your tears soak the pillow while your sobs rack your body. You hate how weak and small you feel against him, how easily he’s able to overpower you and do whatever he wants to you.

Jeno knows you hate him. You minimize any sort of contact with him when he stops by to supervise your department. You don’t even spare him a glance, avoiding eye contact and being alone with him, doing everything in your power to not give him any sort of attention. You don’t try to speak to him or praise him like the other workers and your boss, instead opting to stay silent and look away.

Still, that never stops Jeno’s late night visits to your home, nor does it stop your tears from falling when you see him arrive in your room late into the night.

‘You’re not really his type, you’re just accessible,’ is what you tell yourself. ‘He’ll go away once he finds someone else.’

What you don’t know is that Jeno’s secretly addicted to you.

Your blood is like a drug, sweeter and more addictive than any sweet or alcohol. Just the taste of your blood puts Jeno into a blood-drunk haze, calming Jeno’s thoughts and mind until he’s left with a pleasant buzz. It’s hard to limit himself and prevent himself from coming back to you when he’s not supposed to. He knows humans are fragile, that without enough blood you won’t be able to function.

Jeno’s addicted to your tears too. He loves the way your eyes become red and puffy, loving the redness of your nose and cheeks and how your sobs rack your body. He loves how you try to suppress your sobs and wipe your teeth and snot, trying your best not to show him any vulnerability. How you try to hide and stay neutral towards him.

Jeno also finds your body cute, your soft sweaty skin against his while he ruts into you. He likes how much weaker you are against him, how easily he’s able to manhandle you to any position. He likes how your hands grip against his forearms, struggling to stabilize yourself. He likes how your nails dig into your palms when he bites you and your bites against the pillow to muffle your scream.

Jeno’s addicted to you and night after night, he comes back to torture you.

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neocentral · 4 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, mark x reader

mark feels guilty. he does. he really, really does. he’s disgusting. he’s vile. scum of the earth. the worst of the worst. the way he continues like he has no other choice when he knows he does. his apologies are sincere, they have to be because mark truly does feel guilty. tears are rolling down his cheeks, too. isn’t that proof enough? he’s probably crying more than you are. mark would even say that he has it worse than you do.

“i know,” he says, running his thumb across your cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

mark still doesn’t have the strength to stop, his hips keeping their pace as he blubbers about how utterly sorry feels. because he does. he does.

“please forgive me,” he weeps, runny nose and wet lips pressing against your face.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to, baby.” mark grips your chin, giving it a light shake to get your attention.

you don’t have the strength to fight back. your weepy eyes meet his, your silent sobs picking up when you notice how distraught mark looks.

“really. you believe me, don’t you?”

your eyes flash with an emotion mark doesn’t like. even with all the emotions running across his mind, he still notices. you do believe him, don’t you? how could you not? mark feels guilty. he does.

“baby,” mark whimpers, cock throbbing, the coil in his stomach tightening. “you have to believe me. I couldn’t help it. you feel so good but…” mark pauses, a grunt forcing its way through the lump in his throat, which is caused by him feeling guilty. because he does. “but you kept it from me for so long. I waited and waited and you didn’t care.” mark watches your lips wobble, the emotion in your eyes unmoving, “I had to feel you again.”

“please forgive me,” he begs, ruthless hips sharing none of the remorse laced in his words.

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gotxy · 1 year

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#indie moodboard #moodboard indie #moodboard #indie #dark nct #hendery #hendery nct #hendery moodboard

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miuhyein · 9 days

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⋆.ೃ࿔* ⠀ ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ Good boy 이제 ˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅

더는 없어 🐰 .·:*¨¨*:·. I'ma bad

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xiaojuun · 3 months

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ay-yo era haechan facecams ♡ for @jjaez

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s-oollie · 4 months

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𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝗂𝗈𝗌 ⠀⠀ ₍ ⠀✿ ⠀ ₎

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀๑ ⊹﹒⎯⎯ 𝒯 . 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾̂𝗏𝖾𝗌 ⠀☆ ⠀구름이야 ︒ㅤ۪ㅤ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰͡ ͜  ͜ ͡꒱ ˖ ࣪ 𝒞 . 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗑 ⠀ਏਓ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾́𝗌⠀ ꪆ୧ 𝖾𝗍 𝗱𝗲́𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 ₍ 𝓚 ₎

⠀♥︎ ㅤ𝆬ㅤㅤ˓˓ㅤℐ. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ⠀🪽⠀⠀&̲ ⠀⠀𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ⠀'⠀사랑

𝗃𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗍𝗈𝗂 ⠀어 ۪ 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝗃𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇⠀⠀⠀’⠀⠀⠀✿ ⠀⠀’ ⠀⠀⠀桜の木 ⠀⠀🌸

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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p-oisn · 1 month

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📼 How Could My Day Be Bad When Im With You?

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giraisol · 8 months

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♬ ♥︎ ♡̼͓ ུ⃛ cementerio club . . . ⠀ ✟ ✟

#✮ ☆ 6️⃣ 𓈒 𓈒✟ ིུ #archive #messy moodboard #archive moodboard #mb #symbols #carrd symbols #aes #digital diary #dark moodboard #2000s moodboard #y2k moodboard #simple moodboard #clean moodboard #nct jeno #jeno moodboard #jeno messy moodboard #nct moodboard

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povkn · 4 months

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Bios for RPG account — By: gatinhatonga on ig

#𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦 — 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ !

🪴 𝗌𝖾 𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺

𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺. . . @userlove ♡

⠀🇯🇵 : : 𝗝𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝖮𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖺

✶ 桜の葉はあなたを思い出させます ✶

𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘 — 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ .

𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 @mitski 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 #𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕 . . . 🎧

𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗢 𝗨𝗦𝗘, 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘 "𝗣𝗚" 𝗢𝗨 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘.

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guoblin · 3 months

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ㅤ 𝗉𝖺́𝗀.𝟣.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗆𝖾𝗎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ♥︎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ너ㅤㅤㅤ𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡ㅤ

𝖾𝗎 ㅤ𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗈 ㅤ𝗈𝗌ㅤ 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌 ㅤ𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗏𝗈𝗌𝗈𝗌,ㅤ 𝖺𝗌ㅤ 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌ㅤ 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌, 𝗈𝗌 ㅤ𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐬ㅤ e ㅤ𝗈𝗌 ㅤ𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬 ㅤ𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗌.ㅤ 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈 ㅤ𝗊𝗎𝖾ㅤ 𝗁𝖺́ㅤ 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈ㅤ 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗈ㅤ emㅤ 𝗆𝗂𝗆.

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neowonderland · 5 days

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Bully! Haechan + Breeding

Pairing: Bully Haechan x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon, drugging, babytrapping, breeding Wc: 0.9k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Haechan swears he hates you.

He swears he hates everything about you, from your full cheeks to your lips that you bite in concentration, to your soft voice, to the way you’re such a pushover for others, to the way you stumble over your words when you get nervous.

Haechan makes it apparent he hates you too, from the way he complains about you to anyone near him to the way he insults you. Haechan complains that you’re too much of a pushover, you’re too weak, you’re too annoying, you’re too pudgy, you’re too ugly. Of course Haechan makes it known that he thinks that way to your face too, always stating that your existence is an inconvenience to him, something that can’t be solved unless you were to fully disappear from this world because even if you transferred universities you’d still exist and inconvenience him.

You don’t remember much, remembering being dragged to a party by a couple of friends, spotting Haechan with his friend. You’re not sure which one of his friends had been flirting with you and handed you a drink that you had drunk. Maybe that’s when you had started feeling strange, head beginning to get dizzy, body burning up, memory blanking.

You can’t really remember how you ended up in Haechan’s bed, memories and head spinning as you lie and stare at the ceiling trying to ignore Haechan on top of you.

Haechan feels cold, his ice cold hands running across the expanse of your stomach and body, squeezing and groping at your flesh. It would feel nice against your flushed skin if it wasn’t Haechan. But, your heavy limbs and fuzzy head made it hard to fight back against his touches, leaving you pliant in Haechan’s hands.

“You’re such a slut, going to that party and flirting with Jaemin. Do you not get fucked enough? Is that why you went for my friend?” Haechan says mockingly.

You try to shake your head to no avail, leaving you to only stare at him.

Haechan lets out a laugh, hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to nod, “That’s the correct answer. You’re lucky I’m great at doing charity. You know how many people would kill to be in your position?”

Haechan moves to run his tongue against your nipples, tongue laving over your sensitive skin before harshly sucking. Haechan works to mark the skin of your chest with red splotches and marks, teeth sinking into your skin alongside his sucking. He only stops to pull his shirt over his head, hands work quickly to take off his clothing and throw them to a corner of the room.

It’s not until Haechan’s marks run up your neck that Haechan stops, sitting back and proudly admiring his work. His hands reach for his phone halfway before freezing and withdrawing. You can hear him mumble “not this time.”

Haechan’s hands grip your legs, uncaring of the yelp you let out when he folds you in half. He presses against the back of your thighs with his arm while he lines himself up with your entrance. Haechan teases your entrance and your clit, covering his head with your slick. Alarm bells ring in your head and you try to tell him to stop, to use protection, to do anything but this but everything comes out unintelligible, garbled and slurred.

The stretch is painful without proper prep and it feels like you’re being divided into two when Haechan enters you. You’re in hell, helpless, burning up and in pain while it looks as if Haechan is in heaven. His eyes flutter shut while he lets out a loud moan. Haechan’s head dips down as he forces his eyes open to drink in your pained facial expression.

“If I knew your pussy would be so tight, I would’ve fucked you sooner.” Haechan says through gritted teeth as he begins to thrust into you shallowly. You can feel the drag of him in your walls and your body producing more slick, easing his thrusts. Whatever you had drunk seemed to be wearing off, allowing your fingers to dig into your palm to ground yourself.

“Look how wet you are, so ready for me. I knew you were a slut, getting off on me.” Haechan says as he increases his pace. You can feel him putting his weight on you, crushing you between him and the bed. You can feel the head of his length bashing against your cervix, his drooling tip crushing it in every thrust.

“Fuck I’m going to cum, going to breed you, going to knock you up. You’re going to be full of my cum and my kid. You’re going to look so much better round with my kid. You’ll be all mine. Everyone will know you’re mine. You won’t even think of leaving me.” Haechan babbles, shifting his weight completely on you.

It’s not until tears begin dripping down your face that Haechan cums with a shiver and whine, filling you up. Haechan moves your legs out of the way, collapsing onto you and burying his head into your neck.

It’s not until he rises and flips you on your stomach that you realize he wasn’t just babbling, that you’re in for a long night.

#nct dream #nct x reader #nct dream smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #dark nct #nct dream x reader #nct smut #lee haechan #nct haechan #haechan hard hours #haechan x reader smut #haechan x reader #haechan smut #tw: noncon #tw: drugging #tw: breeding #haechan hard thoughts

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neocentral · 6 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, gunplay, bondage, mark x reader

mark holds a gun in your mouth, holding you up and uncomfortably arching your back as he ruts into you. you breathe shakily around the weapon, holding the arm that's snaked under yours, lodged between your chest and leading to his hand that wraps around your throat. your wrists burned, the effect of you trying to escape the confinement of the silver handcuffs wrapped around them only minutes prior.

you hear the rough slapping of skin and wet squelching of your dripping cunt, feel the ripple of your fleshy ass as he thrusts into you with desperation. you stare up at him, fear and lust in your eyes as he stares back, lips in a tight line, pupils dilated and covering the stormy color of his irises. you hum in pleasure, walls spasming around him.

“your daddy raised a little slut, didn’t he?”

you shudder at his silky voice, blinking your watering eyes as you shake your head slowly, barely moving it all, fearing the heavy, cold steel between your lips. you can hear the guards outside the door, conversing about you in a way you don’t like. the guards in your estate wouldn’t dare speak about you that way, they wouldn’t even think about it. your father would never allow it. but here you are, being fucked senseless by your father's biggest rival, his inky hair drenched in glistening sweat.

“fuck. you're so tight and warm," he grunts, "you take me so well.” mark shifts the gun when you squeeze his throbbing cock, “I think I might keep you.”

#tw noncon #tw gun #tw kidnapping #starring… mark !#screenplay…#[NEO] play…#mark x reader #mark smut #nct x reader #nct smut #nct hard hours #mark lee smut #dark nct #nct hard thoughts #nct dream #nct 127 #mark lee

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gotxy · 2 years

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靍⠀꒰ ֹ͟☕ֹ͟ ꒱⠀✿꯭ֹ⭞⠀﹫⃝ ᥴ꯭ᥲ꯭𝗂ꫮ꯭ᥣᦴ꯭ᥒ⠀✎᳟⠀♡꯭💬𝄒⠀ᥣ᥆꯭vᥱ⠀✧̤ ⟯

#moodboard dark #winwin #winwin indie #winwin moodboard #dark nct

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bistecone · 2 months

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ㅤ❦ㅤ𝖬𝖺𝗌ㅤ 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 ㅤ𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ ㅤ𝗏𝖾𝗆 ㅤ𝖾𝗎ㅤ 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈ㅤ 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗋

#moodboard #aesthetic #indie moodboard #alternative moodboard #edgy moodboard #grunge moodboard #dark moodboard #messy moodboard #icons #icons boys #nct dream moodboard #nct dream icons #jaemin moodboard #jaemin icons #nct moodboard #nct icons #jaemin #nct #nct dream

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mrkis · 1 year

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your dark side. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 1.6k

CONTENT: mark is the quiet 'bad boy' type, he's kinda mean to reader, big cock mark, dirty talk, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex

AN: the edit of mark smoking is made by @/atmakanagara on twt. i was also listening to pain by boy harsher when writing this, maybe you'll like it too.

“Shut up” Mark’s voice growls to quieten down your sounds of desperation, the coldness of his lip ring grazing against the shell of your ear and you shiver at the sudden contact, pressing your lips together tightly to conceal the noises that threaten to escape due to Mark’s hand shoved beneath the waistband on your panties, fingers rubbing vigorously against your clit while the other hand pushes your stomach, holding your back against his chest.

Your legs are spread open, locked by his own and they ache, needing to be released from his hold but with the way the heel of his shoes dig into your calves as he pushes them open even more, you know you won’t be let out of this position any time soon.

Truthfully, you can’t believe how you ended up in this position, with Mark of all people who you thought was one of the quiet bad boy types. He was bad in the way he smoked packs of cigarettes daily and didn’t care about other people and his surroundings, mostly keeping to himself and not getting involved with others unless necessary. He didn’t like talking to people and he sure as hell wasn’t going to make a conversation with someone he barely knew, always holding his head low and darkly glaring at whoever tried to get too close to him.

You walking over to him was a complete dare made by your friends, wanting to see if you could get one sentence out of him before he did his usual technique of glaring and ignoring. But one moment you were both sat on the sofa together, somehow having small talk about something so stupid and bland, and then the next you were back at his place, spread open on his bed on the verge of cumming.

“How are you so wet from me playing with your clit?” Mark teases with a scoff, his movements refusing to slow down as you thrash against his hold. “Are you really that easy? Are you that much of a needy whore that you get turned on from a simple touch?”

“Mar—”

“Did I say you can speak?” You immediately shut up, throwing your head back against Mark’s shoulder and staring up at the ceiling with a silent gasp as he presses down harshly on your swollen clit, rubbing in sloppy circles that has your head spinning.

His chin digs into your collarbone as he peers down at his hand inside your underwear, scoffing at the sight of the material dampening with each touch before he drags his fingers down to your wet pussy lips, stroking over the folds before plunging his two digits deep inside.

You’re in shock at how easy he is pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt, reaching further than yours or anyone else's fingers had ever reached, it had your toes curling in pleasure and you’re unable to keep your noise at a minimum.

“Louder. Let me know how good my fingers fill you up” Mark orders you as he adds a third finger, the stretch uncomfortable but pleasurable enough for you to continue to enjoy and your back arches against his chest, a mixture of broken moans and whines spilling from your lips.

“Please. Please, keep going—don’t stop—fuck” You babble incoherently and he continues scissoring his fingers, the heel of his hand joining the mix and rubs against your clit.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” Mark hums in your ear, pressing his lips against your lobe in a somewhat gentle kiss. “Listen to the way you squelch around my fingers”

It makes you dizzy hearing how fucking wet you are, how the loud noises of his fingers drilling into your pussy is enough to fill the room. Your own noises aren’t enough to drown out the sound of how wet your pussy is and it tips you close to the edge, the band in your stomach getting tighter and with one simple curl of his fingers, your release gushes over his fingers, soaking his palm and your panties.

You’re shaking through your orgasm, hand flying down to grip at his wrist to stop him from fingering you any longer, legs quivering with each movement he makes. His other hand drops from your stomach to rip your grip away, forcing you to stop pulling him away as he continues fingerfucking you through the last wave of your release.

“There we go” The chuckle that rumbles in his chest vibrates on your back as you slump fully against him, but you don’t have time to get comfortable when Mark’s already shoving you off of him, falling slack on the bed sheets as he climbs on top of you, shoving himself between your thighs.

The panties that stick uncomfortably to your pussy are ripped off of you in an instant, thrown across Mark’s bedroom floor and his fingers are quick to undo the belt buckle on his jeans, shoving them down his legs and kicking them off of his feet along with his boxers.

You suck in a deep breath at the size of his cock, wondering how on earth it was going to fit and your legs instinctively close around his hips, causing his head to shoot up to look at you with a darkened glare.

“It’s not going to fit” You shake your head quickly, panic rising in your chest. “You’re… you’re too big, you’re not going to fi—”

“Why do you think I fingered you in the first place?” He asks you, hand coming up to touch your cheek, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip. “I was getting your pussy prepared for my cock, making you open and ready for me”

His words are enough to have your pussy aching and desperate for him again, unlocking your legs from around his hips and dropping them to his side but he has other plans, palms gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing upwards, the strain painful but you ignore it as he rests your legs on each of his shoulders and leans over you, leaving you squished and folded in half.

squished and folded in half.

Your fingers dig into his biceps with a wince as you feel his cock press against your folds, sucking in a deep breath as Mark slides into you with ease, balls firm against your ass as he buries himself in your warmth completely. The stretch is almost unbearable and the cramp in your thighs makes you want to push him off and tell him no more, but the slight roll of his hips causes his cock to brush against your walls and you shiver, nails digging further into his skin with your jaw slacked.

“You’re so tight, fuck” Mark whispers, face hovering just above yours. You want to kiss him, you haven’t kissed since the night first started and you yearn for his lips, but every time you crane your neck to kiss him, he always pulls away, biting down on his lip ring instead. You’re slightly annoyed, wondering why he was so fine on fingering and fucking you but not giving you a simple kiss, but the annoyance slips away when he pulls his hips back only to thrust forward, skin slapping against skin.

“You’re too big” You whimper, pressing your lips tightly together as tears spring in the corner of your eyes. “How are you so fucking big?”

spring in the corner of your eyes. “How are you so fucking big?”

Mark just smirks, turning his head to nip the flesh of your leg as he fucks into you, picking up his speed. He’s grunting loudly, swearing under his breath every time he feels you clench around squeeze his cock in, the wet and warmth of your walls sending shivers down his spine.

“Fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?” He says, eyes meeting yours. “Your pussy is the perfect fit. You take me so well… made just for me. Tell me. Tell me your pussy is made just for me”

“M...my—”

“Louder” He demands with one hard thrust and you wail, head throwing back against the pillows as tears stream down your cheeks.

“My pussy is made for you!!”

“God, you’re such a good fucking girl” Mark grunts before finally craning his neck down to lock his lips with yours, the cold metal lip ring sending a shock to your core and you erupt, legs shaking on his shoulders as you cum once again. You’re moaning between the kiss, hands trailing up his shoulders to grip the messy tufts of hair on the nape of his neck, allowing his thrusts to drive you into overstimulation as he chases his own high.

His headboard knocks against the wall with each powerful movement of his hips and you could care less if you’re waking up his neighbours, too focused on the way his lips mould with yours and how his hips lose their rhythm.

“I’m gonna cum” Mark tells you with a whisper to your lips, breaking the kiss to look you in the eye. “Are you going to let me cum in your pretty pussy?”

“Cum in me” You nod feverishly, wanting him to fill you up and he smirks, crashing his lips to yours once more before he gives you one last powerful thrust and stills, cock pumping out cum around your walls. You gasp at the feeling of being filled, holding onto him tightly as he empties inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He’s grunting heavily against your lips, breaking the kiss to sit up, pushing your legs off of his shoulders and they drop to his side numbly.

He stares down at where you’re connected, thumbs coming down to press at your lower stomach and he grins when he feels himself, raising his head to meet your eyes.

“See… pussy is made for me”

©mrkis

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