Archive of Our Own ^beta

The apartment was quiet, sunlight filtering softly through the blinds. Mark and Donghyuck had finally carved out a rare moment together after a month of relentless work—school projects, part-time jobs, and endless errands had kept them running non-stop.

Earlier, they’d finished cleaning the apartment, tidying every corner, washing dishes, and putting away stacks of papers, leaving the space almost serene.

Exhausted, their bodies heavy with fatigue, a very tired Mark climbed onto Donghyuck’s lap, straddling him, chest pressed fully against Donghyuck’s, forehead resting near his shoulder.

Every inhale carried the faint scent of Donghyuck’s shampoo and sweat after their chores, grounding him. Here, in the warmth and steady heartbeat beneath him, Mark felt safe, at home, as if the world outside no longer existed.

Donghyuck wrapped both arms around him, chin atop Mark’s shoulder, hand rubbing soothing circles over his back. The quiet weight of his presence made the room feel impossibly still.

Mark murmured something incoherent, nuzzling into him, small smiles flickering over tired lips. Donghyuck understood with his heart.

“Mhm,” Donghyuck hummed in agreement, fingers tracing lazy, gentle circles along Mark’s ribs, as if mere closeness counted as rest.

Mark closed his eyes, chest flush against Donghyuck’s, feeling the steady beat beneath him. For a few minutes, the apartment was theirs alone, and it felt almost normal.

Well, almost.

If not for Donghyuck’s hands never stayed still. One brushed over Mark’s thigh, teasing lightly, the other gripping his ass with careful pressure that made Mark stiffen.

At first, it was comforting, grounding even—but the longer Donghyuck held him, the firmer his hands became.

His palms molded to Mark’s curves, kneading, rolling, fingers pressing and dragging slowly over sensitive flesh. Every gentle squeeze and shift made Mark’s body betray him despite his best intentions.

Mark tried to relax, hoping just to rest, but the firm weight of Donghyuck’s hands, the relentless kneading of his ass, made his panties bunch oddly under his shorts.

The lace had shifted, crooked now against the soft skin, drawing his attention despite himself.

Donghyuck didn’t rush. He lingered, letting his palms glide over Mark’s ass, thumbs tracing tiny, teasing circles over the sensitive flesh.

Every press, every roll of his fingers, made Mark tense, hips tilting, thighs pressing together, slick pooling beneath him. The hold was firm but careful, deliberate, savoring every subtle shiver and gasp escaping Mark’s lips.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of slow, firm fondling, Donghyuck’s hands moved with purpose. One hand cupped and steadied, the other delicately adjusted the lopsided lace, fingertips brushing against the soft fabric, tracing along the trim with painstaking care.

Donghyuck adjusted the fabric near his cunt. His thumbs lingered at the hem of Mark’s panties, stretching the fabric to sit nicely on his pussy.

Mark’s chest pressed flush against Donghyuck’s, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting as heat pooled low in his belly. He knew the way Donghyuck touched him—but every single stroke, every lingering press, still made him writhe and squirm like it was the first time.

Every touch was greedy, like he was claiming Mark all over again. Mark’s hips moved on their own, grinding into him, chest heaving, breath hitching, slick dripping fast.

The way Donghyuck handled him—rough, teasing, marking him—made him shiver and whimper, half-pleasure, half-need.

“There,” Donghyuck murmured, voice low and husky, as if it were nothing at all. “All better.”

Mark tried to breathe normally, tried to focus on resting, but his pussy betrayed him, slick already pooling, thighs pressing tighter around Donghyuck’s lap.

“…Hyuck…” he whispered, voice trembling, caught between protest and want.

Mark melted fully into him, forehead pressed to Donghyuck’s chest, arms wrapping weakly around his neck, body leaning entirely on him.

Even now, the slick pooling in his panties betrayed him, marking the tension and want building under the guise of rest.

Donghyuck hummed against his temple. “Alright… I’ll let you rest. Just… relax, hm?” He eased his hold, letting Mark slump slightly—but not completely free.

Mark’s lips pouted, eyes glossy and shimmering with unshed tears.

He looked up at Donghyuck, his gaze saying everything he couldn’t voice . His eyes were begging for a touch, lips pouting as he moved his hips against the denim of Donghyuck's pants.

The alpha leaned closer, letting his fingers trail lazily over the shorts, brushing the wet seam. “Look at you… already missing my hands?" he murmured, voice playful.

Mark’s chest heaved, hips twitching instinctively, grinding slightly without thinking. His eyes flicked to Donghyuck again, wide, desperate—silent pleadings in every glance.

Mark whimpered softly, lips trembling, eyes practically begging, but words failed him. Donghyuck chuckled low, letting the tension linger, watching him squirm under the delicious tease.

Mark’s chest rose and fell rapidly, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut, utterly undone in Donghyuck’s lap, feeling completely at home and completely caught at once.

One palm stayed pressed against the curve of Mark’s ass, holding him flush against his body, while the other traced upward along his side, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin near the waistband of his shorts.

Mark froze, hips shifting instinctively, trying to stop the slick from leaking down his thighs. “Hyuck—oh- Nnghh…”

“Hmm?” Donghyuck hummed, tilting his head innocently, as if he hadn’t just caught the reaction of Mark’s body. His fingers lingered, brushing lightly against the lace he’d just straightened.

Mark’s ears flushed crimson. He tried to turn away, to pull back, but Donghyuck’s grip was gentle yet immovable. “C-come on…” he stammered, voice breaking slightly under the pressure of his own want.

Donghyuck smirked, low and teasing, letting his hand drift ever so slightly lower, resting just above where Mark’s shorts clung damply. “You're not tired anymore?" he murmured, the words soft, deliberate, almost like a sigh—but every syllable dripped with temptation.

Mark’s breath hitched, hips twitching on their own. His panties, the lace perfectly fixed moments ago, now felt impossibly tight, hugging him in all the wrong ways. Slick pooled under him, and he whimpered, trying to resist the pull of Donghyuck’s touch—but his body had already betrayed him.

Donghyuck’s fingers moved just a fraction, ghosting over the damp fabric, brushing along the sensitive seam. He pretended to be casual, as if his movements were innocent, yet Mark could feel every deliberate stroke, every teasing tease.

Mark’s knees pressed together, hips rolling slightly despite his efforts. “…H-hyuck…” he whispered, voice trembling, helpless against the way Donghyuck made him ache.

And Donghyuck just hummed, leaning closer, letting the warmth of his chest press fully against Mark’s back. “Mmm… I’ll stop,” he said, voice soft, teasing, pulling his fingers away just as Mark’s body tensed, on the brink of wanting more.

Mark’s chest heaved, lips parted, a pout forming as his slick pooled against the fabric, leaking freely. He looked over his shoulder at Donghyuck, wide-eyed, desperate, utterly undone.

Donghyuck’s fingers lingered again at the hem of Mark’s panties, brushing over the damp seam, scratching the enlarged clit against the fabric teasing just enough to make him shiver.

He straightened the lace once more, but this time his touch was deliberate, slow, almost indulgent. Mark’s chest pressed tighter against Donghyuck’s, hips shifting without thinking, slick already pooling and warming his thighs.

Donghyuck tilted his head, lips quirking into that familiar smirk. “Oh… you’re leaking,” he murmured, feigning mild surprise, though his eyes glittered with mischief. He let his fingers trace lightly over the wet fabric, brushing against Mark’s folds in a teasing glide.

Mark’s breath hitched, thighs twitching, trying to resist, but his body was betraying him. Hips rolled unconsciously, grinding subtly against Donghyuck’s lap.

Donghyuck hummed low, chest pressing fully against him. “Well… I guess we gotta deal with this pussy, huh?” His voice was soft, teasing, dripping with playful dominance.

Mark froze, heat pooling further, body trembling. “Baby…” he whispered, voice tight, barely able to form words, caught between protest and want.

Donghyuck’s smirk widened as he adjusted the panties gently again, pressing his thumbs along the lace, smoothing it over Mark’s dampness, while his other hand kept a firm hold on Mark’s ass.

“Mmm… don’t worry, let me take care of it,” he murmured, voice low and velvety, letting the tease linger, fingers brushing over him just enough to drive him wild without giving him what he wanted.

Mark’s knees pressed together, hips rolling despite himself, slick seeping between his thighs. His face pressed against Donghyuck’s chest, utterly undone, feeling at home and completely trapped under the warmth, weight, and teasing of the man straddling him.

In one smooth motion, Donghyuck’s hand slipped under Mark’s shirt fully, cupping one of his chest’s sensitive peaks. Mark jolted, a soft gasp escaping.

“Hyuck—!”

“You’re still hard here,” Donghyuck murmured, rubbing his thumb over the pebbled nub until Mark whimpered, hips twitching in his lap. He squeezed Mark’s tits lightly, making him shiver. “So sensitive… bet they’re sore, huh?”

Mark’s lips parted, eyes wide, silently begging him, the unspoken plea burning in his gaze. He couldn’t say it, but his body and his eyes said it all, desperate for Donghyuck to keep going.

Donghyuck chuckled, low and warm, before tugging the hoodie up just enough to bare Mark’s chest. He bent forward, wrapping his mouth around a nipple without warning.

Mark yelped, hands flying to grip Donghyuck’s hair. “H-Hyuck! Oh my god—”

Donghyuck groaned around him, sucking slow and deep, tongue flicking over the swollen bud. His other hand teased the opposite one, pinching until Mark arched back into him, breath coming fast.

“Fuck… you taste so good,” Donghyuck rasped, pulling back for air, lips slick, cheeks flushed. “Could suck on these all day. Gonna sit pretty on my lap while I use you, hm?”

Mark whimpered, thighs clamping instinctively, nodding desperately. Fuck, he would.

Donghyuck tugged him closer until Mark was straddling him properly, hoodie slipping down his shoulders.

His mouth closed over the other nipple this time, sucking greedily, teeth grazing just enough to make Mark shiver, grinding down against Donghyuck’s lap without thinking.

Mark’s breath hitched, head dropping onto Donghyuck’s shoulder. “It’s… too much—”

Donghyuck didn’t answer. He just groaned low and thick, brows knitting together, chest pressing harder against Mark’s, hand sliding down to squeeze his ass, pulling him flush against his growing hardness. The sound alone made Mark ache, tongue poking out slightly, completely trapped in the heat of him.

Then he latched onto Mark’s chest again, claiming him fully, leaving Mark gasping and whining in his lap, too weak to push him away.

Donghyuck moved deliberately, grinding Mark against him, his hardness pressing perfectly against the soaked fabric of Mark’s pussy. Sharp sparks jolted down Mark’s spine, his tongue rolling along his lips as he trembled. God, he loved it. Donghyuck knew exactly how to make him fall apart.

Donghyuck had Mark slouched back against his chest, hoodie bunched up around his armpits now, both nipples red and swollen from his mouth. He sucked lazily on one, teeth grazing just enough to make Mark gasp, while his free hand squeezed at Mark’s thigh.

Mark was a mess already, fists clenched tight in Donghyuck’s hair. “Y-you’re… haaaa!” he breathed out, voice shaky. “You won’t stop—”

“Uh hmn, I won’t,” Donghyuck muttered against his skin, lips dragging wet kisses down the curve of his chest. “You keep letting me… you keep sounding like that. How the fuck am I supposed to stop, baby?”

Mark trembled, about to argue, but then Donghyuck’s hand slipped higher, sliding between his thighs under the loose fabric of his shorts. Mark froze, sharp intake of breath cutting through the quiet.

“Hyuck—”

Donghyuck’s lips pressed to the corner of Mark’s jaw, warm and heavy. His fingers dipped lower, sliding over Mark’s dripping slit, slick and sensitive from all the teasing. “Still leaking, huh? Want my fingers, baby?”

Mark buried his face in Donghyuck’s shoulder, muffling a choked whine, hips jerking instinctively.

Without waiting, Donghyuck pushed a thick finger inside.

Mark’s walls clenched immediately, throbbing around him, letting out a strangled gasp and a wet, choked “Nngh—!” He pressed every part of himself against Donghyuck’s hand, twisting helplessly, body shivering under the intrusion.

Donghyuck hummed low, savoring the way Mark quivered, curling another finger in slow, deliberate circles. Mark’s breaths hitched, choking out little whimpers and gasps: “Ah—Hyuck… fuck… nngh—!”

Every twitch of his hips, every desperate press against Donghyuck’s fingers, made him feel completely undone, body betraying him in delicious, filthy surrender.

Mark arched, a choked moan leaving his lips. “F-fuck—Hyuck—oh!”

“That’s it,” Donghyuck cooed, kissing the side of his face as his finger curled inside him. “Take it. God, you’re still so tight even after everything… still sucking me in like you want more.”

Mark whimpered, hips twitching, trying to close around Donghyuck’s hand. “Y-you’re so mean…”

“Mean?” Donghyuck smirked against his skin, slipping in another finger, stretching him slow.

“Baby, this is me being nice. If I were mean, I’d spread you on this couch and fuck you stupid.” He pumped his fingers steadily, thumb circling Mark’s clit until Mark was squirming in his lap.

Donghyuck’s fingers didn’t relent. Mark’s walls clenched greedily, and he whimpered, hips rocking on their own, grinding slightly against the invading fingers. His eyes rolled back, face flushed, and a choked, embarrassed gasp slipped out "Ah—Hyuck… nngh… s' wet— f-fuck…”

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, hot and shameful, as he pressed every bit of himself against Donghyuck’s fingers, grinding on them without meaning to. “I-I’m sorry… oh no—H-hyuckie, it’s so… nnghh… wet—m’sorry… haa! M’sorry, oh—!” he gasped, voice breaking between moans, utterly exposed and desperate.

Donghyuck hummed low, pressing closer, letting Mark’s frantic, choked apologies mix with the slick, wet sounds of his pussy riding Donghyuck's thick fingers. Every tremble, every grind, every shuddering whine pushed Mark further into the mess of shame and want, and he couldn’t stop himself, even if he wanted to.

The slick coating his slit made every movement slick and slicker, and he groaned, burying his face into Donghyuck’s shoulder, muffling the desperate, messy sounds escaping his throat.

Even as Mark tried to hide his shame, the way he rolled his hips, pressed down, and clamped around Donghyuck’s fingers left him completely exposed, messy, and dripping, utterly at his mercy.

“Hyuck… I c-can’t—”

“You can, baby" Donghyuck nipped at his earlobe, low voice dripping filth. “Gonna cum on my fingers like the good little thing you are. Think you could do that for me?"

Mark’s cry broke into hiccups, thighs clamping around Donghyuck’s fingers. He couldn't fucking think. He was grinding now, shamelessly fucking himself down onto his alpha’s fingers, chest rising and falling too fast.

Donghyuck watched him with hungry eyes, free hand tugging his hoodie higher just to see the way his chest bounced as he writhed.

And Mark, teary-eyed and trembling, could only sob out his name, desperate and broken in Donghyuck’s lap, knowing he wasn’t going to last long.

Mark was still sprawled across Donghyuck’s lap, hoodie shoved up past his chest, nipples hard and flushed against the cool air. He arched desperately, grinding down onto Donghyuck’s fingers, slick already coating them.

Donghyuck couldn’t resist —dragging his tongue over one peak, teasing it, before sucking it into his mouth with slow, greedy pressure that made Mark choke out a needy gasp.

“Nngh—Hyuck! Ahhhhngghhh—” Mark cried, fingers tangling in Donghyuck’s hair as he bucked into his mouth, hips pressing like he could merge with him entirely. Every pull of Donghyuck’s lips, every drag of his tongue over the swollen bud, made Mark’s chest rise and fall erratically, his arousal leaking, slick pooling hot and fast beneath him.

“All wet for me too,” Donghyuck murmured against Mark’s chest, suckling one nipple greedily, teeth grazing, lips clamping down and biting just enough to make Mark gasp. His fingers curled deep inside Mark, pumping slowly, deliberately, making him arch and moan with heat.

“D-Don’t—don’t say it like that,” Mark whimpered, back arching as Donghyuck pinched and rolled the other nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sharp, choked cry from him.

“Like what?” Donghyuck smirked, sinking another finger inside Mark, curling it just right, dragging out every inch of sensation. “Like you love being fingered while I play with your pretty tits? Yeah… you do. Look at you—shaking all over, baby.”

Mark bit down on his lip, cheeks hot, chest heaving as Donghyuck’s mouth sealed back over his nipple, tugging hard enough to make his thighs clamp shut. But Donghyuck was relentless, thumb circling his clit as his fingers pumped deeper, tongue flicking at his swollen bud until Mark’s moans grew louder, messier.

“I—ahh ... ngghhhh haa ... —Hyuck, it’s too much—”

“You’re perfect.” Donghyuck’s voice was rough, his hand and mouth working him over without pause. He pulled off with a wet pop, grinning when Mark’s chest shivered in the cold air. 

Mark’s head fell back, tears welling in his eyes, voice breaking. “I c-can’t—gonna—”

“Do it,” Donghyuck encouraged, biting lightly at his nipple while fucking him harder with his fingers. “Cum for me, Mark. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Mark cried out, his whole body trembling as his release hit, cunt clenching down on Donghyuck’s fingers while his chest heaved under Donghyuck’s mouth. His moans filled the room, high and sweet, until he collapsed forward, face pressed against Donghyuck’s shoulder, panting like he’d just been wrung dry.

Donghyuck kept his fingers inside him, feeling every pulse, every flutter. He kissed Mark’s damp cheek, soft for once, even as his fingers still twitched deep inside. “That’s my boy.”

Mark was still trembling, face buried in Donghyuck’s shoulder, when he felt Donghyuck’s fingers start moving again. Slow, insistent. Curling deep.

“Hyuck—n-no, I can’t—” His voice cracked, desperate. His walls fluttered weakly around the two fingers still stuffed inside him.

Donghyuck’s lips were already brushing on Mark’s hairline even as his hand stayed ruthless between his thighs. “Your pussy says you can. Look at how it’s clenching me. Hm, don’t want me to stop, do you?”

Mark whimpered, lifting his head just enough for Donghyuck to see his tear-streaked face, lips swollen from biting them too hard. “I’m—H-hyuckie! 'm tired—”

Donghyuck kissed him—soft at first, then deeper, swallowing the broken little noises Mark gave him. His other hand slipped back under Mark’s shirt, tugging at his chest until his nipples were hard and aching again. He pinched one between his fingers, rolling it just right, and Mark sobbed into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby.” Donghyuck whispered against his lips, thrusting his fingers harder, wetter now with how messy Mark was.

Mark’s body betrayed him—hips rocking down against Donghyuck’s hand, chasing the friction even while he shook his head. “No, no—ahh—'s too much, oh no- Ngghhh! Donghyuc—”

Donghyuck groaned, burying his face in Mark’s neck as he fucked him faster, thumb grinding against his clit. “Gonna give me another one, won't you, baby?"

Mark’s nails dug into Donghyuck’s shoulders, back arching helplessly when he latched onto his nipple again, sucking and tugging until sparks shot through him. His pussy spasmed around Donghyuck’s fingers, and then he broke—another orgasm tearing through him, wetter, louder, his cries muffled against Donghyuck’s chest.

Donghyuck didn’t stop. He rode him through it, fingers never faltering, smearing slick all over Mark’s thighs. He pulled off his nipple with a wet pop, smirking down at the wreck in his lap.

“Two,” he said, voice low and proud. “Think you can give me three?”

Mark shook his head frantically, tears clinging to his lashes, but his hips rolled again without meaning to, clenching around Donghyuck’s fingers like he was begging for it.

Donghyuck chuckled, kissing his temple sweetly even as he started fucking him harder. 

Donghyuck finally eased his fingers out, slick dripping between Mark’s thighs. Mark sagged against him, weak and trembling, thinking maybe—just maybe—that was the end of it.

But Donghyuck shifted, lifting him like he weighed nothing and laying him flat across the couch. Mark blinked up, dazed, shirt still bunched up around his chest, nipples red and swollen from Donghyuck’s mouth.

“Hyuck…?” His voice was hoarse, uncertain.

Donghyuck knelt between his legs, pressing Mark’s knees wide open until his thighs trembled. Mark gasped when Donghyuck lowered himself, hot breath ghosting over his soaked cunt. The first lick—slow, deep, from his hole up to his clit—made Mark jolt like he’d been shocked.

“Hyuck—ahh, ohoh ... haaangghhg! w-wai—” His protest melted into a sob as Donghyuck latched onto his clit, tongue flicking, sucking hard. Mark’s hands flew to Donghyuck’s hair, tugging, but Donghyuck only groaned into him, eating him out like he’d starved.

Every lick was messy, greedy, tongue thrusting into his hole then dragging back up to circle his clit until Mark was writhing, back arching off the couch.

“Stop! Haaaaa! Ngghgggh—'s too much—Hyuck, I can’t—”

“You can,” Donghyuck growled against his folds, the vibrations making Mark’s legs twitch. He hooked Mark’s thighs over his shoulders, pinning him down, and buried his face deeper. “Give it to me, baby. Wanna taste everything.”

Mark’s cries broke into high, keening sounds as Donghyuck sucked harder, tongue relentless. His body went taut, trembling violently—and then he snapped, liquid spilling out of him in hot gushes.

He screamed, clamping a hand over his mouth as his body convulsed, squirting all over Donghyuck’s mouth, his chin, soaking the cushions beneath them.

Donghyuck moaned like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, lapping it up, drinking him down. He didn’t stop, tongue sliding through the mess, circling his clit again even as Mark tried to push him away.

“Hyuck—n-no more—please—” Mark sobbed, tears streaking down his temples, chest heaving.

But Donghyuck gripped his thighs tighter, eyes dark as he looked up at him, mouth shiny with slick. “Not letting you go. Not yet.”

He went back in, sucking ruthlessly, forcing Mark to squirm and cry, wrung out but still spilling more for him, over and over.

Donghyuck spread him open with both hands, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh at the crease of Mark’s thighs. His breath hitched just looking—Mark’s pussy already swollen, glossy with slick and twitching from how wrecked he was.

“Fuck,” Donghyuck muttered, almost reverent. “You’re dripping for me.”

He couldn’t get enough—every part of him ached to taste, to smear his tongue over every sweet fold. Donghyuck gripped Mark’s thighs tight, pinning him open as he dipped his head between them.

His tongue pressed low, flattening wide over Mark’s sopping entrance before dragging upward in one long, deliberate stroke, gathering every drop of slick on his tongue.

Mark squeaked, hips jerking off the couch, but Donghyuck only groaned deep into him and went back down, hungrier. This time he ended with a sharp, wet flick over Mark’s clit, making him jolt and yelp, thighs trembling against Donghyuck’s hold.

“Hyuck! Oh my god—ahhh—”

He lapped at him like he couldn’t get enough, long swipes up and down, then circling the swollen bud in lazy spirals before sucking it into his mouth. He alternated—suck, flick, suck, flick—until Mark’s thighs shook around his head.

“Hyuck, please—don’t—don’t do it like that—” Mark sobbed, tugging his hair, but Donghyuck only smiled against him, tongue darting fast, precise, tracing tight figure-eights over his clit.

Then he switched, plunging his tongue inside—fucking him with it, curling deep, pushing in and out until obscene wet sounds filled the room. Mark screamed, body twisting, but Donghyuck held him steady, nose pressed against his clit as his tongue thrust again and again.

When Mark started to break, Donghyuck pulled back just enough to flatten his tongue against his clit and shake his head side to side, rapid, relentless, like he was trying to tear an orgasm out of him.

The pressure built sharp, unbearable—Mark clamped his hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back as his body convulsed.

And then it snapped.

He gushed, squirting hard against Donghyuck’s mouth, thighs trembling so violently he thought they’d give out. But Donghyuck didn’t pull away—he latched harder, tongue circling his clit while swallowing down everything Mark spilled.

Mark wailed, tears streaking down his face, trying to push him off, but Donghyuck only growled and sucked harder, messy and greedy, tongue alternating between hard swipes over his clit and deep thrusts inside him until another gush sprayed across his chin.

“God—Hyuck—Hyuck! Stop, please, I’m—ahhh—I can’t—Ngghhgg 's gonna c-come!”

Donghyuck pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, lips shiny, chin dripping. “You can, baby. Pussy made for my mouth.”

And then he dove back in, tongue ruthless, determined to drink down every squirt until Mark couldn’t tell if he was sobbing from the overstimulation or the pleasure.

Mark was already limp, tears shining on his cheeks, thighs trembling uncontrollably when Donghyuck finally lifted his mouth off him. His chin was slick, glistening, his lips swollen from how hard he’d been sucking.

Mark thought—hoped—it was over. That Donghyuck had wrung him dry.

“Not done with you.”

Before Mark could breathe, Donghyuck’s hands gripped his waist, strong and certain, hauling him up like he weighed nothing. Mark squeaked, legs kicking weakly in the air, but Donghyuck was already turning him, laying him forward on the couch cushions. His cheek pressed into the armrest, ass arched up by Donghyuck’s rough handling.

“Hyuck—w-wait—” Mark whimpered, but Donghyuck was already behind him, spreading him open, thumbs digging into his hips. His slick hole was still twitchy, messy from all the times Donghyuck’s tongue had fucked into him.

“Look at you,” Donghyuck groaned, voice thick with lust. “So wet for me. Made for me.”

He lined himself up, pushing in slow for the first second, just to feel the tight stretch, then buried himself to the hilt in one deep thrust that made Mark cry out.

“Hyuck! Oh god—ahhh—”

Donghyuck leaned over him, chest pressing hard against his back, lips brushing along his ear. “You feel so fucking good. All this pussy… just for me.”

Mark sobbed, fists curling into the couch cushions, body trembling. He was too weak, too spent, but Donghyuck didn’t care—didn’t give him a choice.

His hands gripped Mark’s waist, hauling him closer, and then he started moving—hard, sharp, relentless thrusts that slammed into him over and over, jostling him like he was nothing but a toy, a plaything for Donghyuck’s pleasure.

And Mark—oh, how he fucking loved it. Loved being used like this, every desperate moan and arch of his back only making Donghyuck’s hips drive deeper, as if all he existed for was to feel him, to be fucked into trembling submission in his alpha’s hands.

“Hyuck—it’s too much—it’s—ahhh— N-no!”

Mark’s vision blurred, mouth open in a constant stream of moans and cries. Every thrust drove him deeper into the couch, body clenching helplessly around Donghyuck, soaking him, making filthy slapping sounds echo through the apartment.

“Listen to that,” Donghyuck snarled, snapping his hips harder. “So sloppy, so messy—like your body knows it belongs to me.”

Mark’s reply was broken, almost incoherent. “Y-yes—Hyuck—yours—I’m yours—”

Donghyuck groaned, biting down on Mark’s shoulder, rutting into him harder, faster, until Mark was shaking like a ragdoll. He pounded him without pause, using his hips like handles, dragging him back onto every thrust like Mark was nothing more than his perfect little fucktoy.

And Mark—crying, shaking, undone—took it all, because there was nothing else he could do but break apart under him.

Donghyuck pressed Mark tighter to the couch, slick dripping between his fingers and legs, mouth grazing the curve of his neck as he whispered low, dark words that made Mark shiver.

“Look at you,” Donghyuck murmured, voice thick and rough. “All wet and messy, just from my fingers and my spit. Could fuck you anywhere and you’d love it.”

Mark whimpered, face pressed against the cushion, cheeks hot. “H-Hyuck—ahh—I’m— 'm gonna! Ngghhgghgg! N-no!" 

“You’re mine,” Donghyuck cut him off, grinding a little harder into his slit, thumb flicking over the bud he had spit on, slick and shining.

Mark’s hands were shaking, still fumbling over his own nipples, chest heaving, back arching. “Y-yes… oh god—Hyuck… please…”

“Yeah,” Donghyuck whispered, grinding harder, fingers pumping deep inside him while still flicking the spit-glossed nipple. “Messy, wet, sloppy little pussy… all mine.”

Mark sobbed, shaking violently, trying to speak but only moaning and whining, hips rolling into Donghyuck’s hand without control.

Donghyuck’s mouth grazed over his neck, leaving wet, hot marks while he smirked against him.

Mark whimpered, tears streaking, clit slick from the relentless thumb and tongue work. “I-I’m yours… I’m yours—please—”

Donghyuck’s hips stuttered, thick cock buried deep, knot locking him tight inside Mark’s dripping cunt.

Every twitch sent hot spurts of cum forcefully into him, filling him so full it made his body shiver.

Mark’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, chest heaving, fingers digging into his own slick, rubbing and pressing desperately.

The first pulse hit deep and Mark gasped, “Oh- ahhh ...t-thank you ... Haaaaa!” His hips jerked, grinding down as Donghyuck pressed harder, each pulse forcing more of him inside, sloppy, warm, overwhelming.

Another push, another flood. He arched back, moaning around the word, pressing his fingers into his own slick as Donghyuck’s cockhead kissed his womb with every sloppy thrust.

“Take it all… all for you,” Donghyuck groaned, stuttering, chest pressing harder against Mark’s back, hands gripping his hips like he was claiming him completely.

Mark’s thighs shook, slick dripping, eyes half-rolled, tongue out, grinding on the fat cock stuffed inside him.

Every pulse hit deeper, sloppy streams filling him hot and thick. Mark could feel every twitch, every sloppy push, and he clung to it, whimpering, “Thank you… thank you… ohhh—t-thank you!” Fingers digging, hips rocking instinctively, he pressed every inch of himself against Donghyuck, desperate for friction, desperate to feel stuffed full, utterly owned.

Donghyuck’s hips stuttered again, knot thudding inside him, spitting more warmth deep in Mark. Mark’s voice broke, choked and wet.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, slick dripping down his thighs, every pulse met with instinctive grinding, writhing, gasping around the filthy, sloppy fullness of Donghyuck inside him.

Another heavy thrust, and Mark whimpered, rolling his eyes, trembling. The warmth splashed inside him again, spilling, filling, pressing on his womb.

He pressed harder against Donghyuck, curling fingers in his own slick, riding every last push with desperate need.

The messy, hot rhythm didn’t let up. Every push, every twitch, every sloppy spurt made Mark arch, grind, squeeze, and roll his eyes as he pressed fully into the overstuffed heat.

Fingers dug in, hips pressed, mouth open with breathless gasps, each exhale laced with gratitude and filthy pleasure.

Even when Donghyuck’s movements slowed, stuttering with exhaustion, Mark still pressed, whining softly,  letting himself melt into every pulse, every messy, full stretch of him, completely lost in the sloppy, overwhelming pleasure of being stuffed full of his Donghyuck

Mark sagged completely against Donghyuck, body limp and trembling, chest rising and falling unevenly. His eyes, glazed and wide, stared blankly, soft and vulnerable, like a puppy looking for reassurance.

Every breath he took smelled faintly of Donghyuck—cologne, sweat, and the lingering warmth of his body—grounding him in the moment.

Donghyuck held him close, arms wrapped around Mark’s trembling frame, pressing him gently into his chest.

The steady thrum of his heartbeat under Mark’s cheek was a quiet anchor, each rise and fall calming the haze in Mark’s mind.

His hands traced slow, lazy circles over Mark’s sides, over the soft swell of his hips, brushing fingertips across sensitive skin.

Mark’s fingers twitched against the couch cushions, curling weakly, sometimes brushing against Donghyuck’s chest or shoulders, seeking contact, seeking grounding.

The warmth of Donghyuck’s hands, the soft weight of his body against his own, made Mark shiver in a way that wasn’t from pleasure, but from being held completely, utterly cared for.

He let himself melt fully into Donghyuck’s lap, cheek pressed to the soft fabric of his chest, body pliant and heavy, almost floating.

Donghyuck’s scent, his warmth, the slight rumble of his humming against Mark’s temple, it all wrapped around him like a cocoon, coaxing him back from the haze of overstimulation.

Slowly, Mark’s breathing evened, his pulse steadying, and his eyes—once wide and pleading—blinked, still glimmering with moisture.

Donghyuck’s lips curved into a soft smile, the gentle kind that made Mark’s heart thump against his ribs.

“Let’s order kimchi jjigae?” Donghyuck murmured, voice low but playful, brushing a strand of damp hair from Mark’s forehead.

Mark let out a small, tired laugh, nuzzling back against him. The world outside could wait. For now, the warmth, the scent, and the gentle weight of Donghyuck holding him was all that mattered.