3 AM

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.

(Mark) “Last Piece” // 201205 Music Core

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Voicemail_Mark’s POV (M)

Side note!: I’ve been wanting to make his POV literally since I first posted the story...here we are 3 years later lol omg. Also I wouldn’t technically say this is Mark’s pov as in from his eyes but his pov as in more of his thoughts and what happens on his end of the phone if that makes sense??

Mark couldn’t wait to meet up with his friends tonight, mainly you. It’s been a while since he’s been out to a club, he just wants to let loose for one night. Him and Jackson ride to the club together, when they arrive you meet them at the door so you can lead them to where the rest of the group was.

The moment Mark lays his eyes on you, he’s breathless. You’re wearing this pretty little pink dress that hugs every inch of you perfectly and stops just before your mid thigh. Your matching pumps pulling the look together. Mark already knew he wasn’t going to be able to take his eyes off of his best friend tonight. You literally take his breath away. Every single time. 

“Hi guys!” You yell excitedly.

You turn around and they follow you over to the booth and see the shots have arrived.

“Jackson, Mark. Since you guys arrived late, you get the first round of shots!!” A friend from the group yelled. 

Mark eyes the table, 10 shots. 5 for Jackson and 5 for himself. He hasn’t done shots in a while. This night is not going to end in his favor. 

---

As the night goes on Mark becomes increasingly drunk. He’s slightly still aware of what’s going on and he’s afraid he might slip up and confess to you. He cannot afford that. 

You notice Mark isn’t doing too good so you go over to where he’s sitting and standing beside him, you run your fingers through his hair to ease the nausea you’re sure he’s feeling right now. You hear Mark hum as he leans against your stomach

Mark absolutely loved that and he wished that you would never stop touching him. 

“Do you want me to take you home, Mark?” You ask, still playing in his hair.

He looks up at you and smiles. His thoughts go crazy for a second. Had he heard that right? You want to take him home? And then what? Mark couldn’t wait to find out.

“Yes, please.”

You help him up and put his arm over your shoulder so he can rest on you. You find Jackson on your way out.

“Jackson!” You yell, tapping his shoulder. 

He turns and notices Mark, way too drunk to keep partying, and nods to you with a thumbs up. Signaling that he understands you’re taking him home.

---

He sees his apartment getting closer and closer, until it’s right in front of him. He began to get excited. You’re at his place now, what’s next? 

As you reach his door, you pull out your spare to take him inside. Once inside with the door shut behind you, you let him put a little more weight on you so he can take his shoes off, then you start walking him to his bedroom. 

As you’re walking, Mark still leaning on your shoulder, pushes his face more into your neck.

Mark inhales your scent. You smell so sweet to him. He feels his dick jump a little. 

“Y/N,” he mumbles into your neck.

Mark contemplates for a second. He wants to ask you if you’re going to stay with him. If you had been feeling the same towards him. If you could just cuddle with him because your presence makes him feel relaxed. But he starts to overthink. What if your intentions this whole time had been to simply get your drunk best friend home safely because that’s 100% what he would’ve done for you had it been the other way around? He decides to plays it safe.

“You’re really the best.”

---

After you left Mark could not stop thinking about you. That pretty little dress you had on tonight. He watched it rise higher and higher up your legs as you danced until you pulled it back down. What he would do to just be able to pull it up himself and see how pretty he knows your pussy is. 

The way you smelled when he leaned his face into your neck. He was so tempted to just give you a little nibble so he can see how'd you react. Would you moan? Let out a little whimper? Would you lean your head to the side, giving him more access?

He hadn’t realized his hand had slipped into his boxers and he was slowly massaging his dick to the thought of you. This wouldn’t be the first time. Tonight was different though. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but he was so certain that you were feeling some kind of way about him too.

He wraps his hand around himself thinking about you some more. As he pumps himself, he imagines how things could’ve went had you stayed. He’d gently lay you on the bed. Slowly run his finger up your thigh until it reached the hem of that pink dress. He imagines you’d be begging him to move his hand even higher. His imagination is just not enough.

“FUCK!” He yells. “Fuck it! I’m calling her!” He says to himself.

He’s so frustrated he doesn’t know what else to do. He knows the sound of your voice would help him so much right now. He opens his phone, not even caring about the blinding light from the screen. Goes to his contacts and calls you.

He listens to it ring and ring and ring. Voicemail. Of course

He’s so frustrated hearing that beep, that all he can do is moan.

“Y/N,” He whines. “Answer your phone, I need your help.”

He pulls his boxers down with his free hand so he can get a full range of motion as he continues to slowly pump himself. Moaning even louder.

“I think the only way I can finish is if I hear your voice,” He whines again. Thinking you’ll hear this voicemail and immediately give him a call.

Then he gets an idea.

“Maybe if I show you what I need help with, you’ll answer?”

So he hangs up and sits up in bed, trying to find the perfect angle. He grabs his dick right at the base with his legs spread and make sure the camera gets the whole thing in the shot. He sends with the caption “I really wish you would’ve stayed...” Not caring how desperate this makes him look right now.

He waits a couple of minutes and when there’s no response he calls again. He moans again as soon as the beep goes off. He’s heard you say that you like men who aren’t afraid to be vocal in bed before. He’s using that information to his full advantage right now.

“Did you see it? Should I send another, maybe from a different angle?” He says into the phone as his pace speeds up.

He keeps the voicemail going as he continues to pump himself. He starts to think about you touching yourself to the sound of his voice and he really starts to feel something building, precum starting to seep out. 

He quickly hangs up to take two more pictures, while the precum makes his tip glisten. He pinches the tip to squeeze more out and snap a picture. The second one he opens his hand holding it next to his dick, showing how wet it’s gotten from his precum. And send. 

He calls again. Voicemail. Again. 

“Were the last two better? I made sure to take it while the tip was wet.”

He starts imagining you touching yourself to his pictures now. He’s panting, he’s so close he just needs a little something more. 

“Y/N, please answer the phone, I need to hear your voice.”

Frustrated, he hangs up and quickly goes through his video album looking for a specific video he remembers you two made together. You wanted to do his make up so bad and you wanted to record it as proof that it happened. He never thought that you sharing that video with him would be the greatest thing you could’ve done.

Finally he’s found it. You’re wearing a white cropped tank top and some athletic shorts, not too short, but not as long as men’s shorts. You’re leaning over him telling him about your day as you do his make up.

Mark watches your body through the whole video, listening to your soothing voice. He watches how your breast peaking out the top of your tank top move ever so slightly, moaning at the sight. One part of the video you lean into his face from the side and your ass is in full view. He wishes he could see it with nothing blocking his view. He wants to fuck you so bad. Oh, he’s so so close. He stops pumping for just a second to call again. His dick jumping begging for the friction again.

Once the beep goes off he immediately starts pumping fast again.

“All I had to do was find a video of you talking,” he chuckles, “Now I'm really close.”

He starts pumping faster and gripping tighter. His mind his flooded with thoughts of you. He starts panting and he feels it building more and more. His hips jutting into the air, thrusting his dick into his hand as he brings his hand down. He closes his eyes tight imagining as best he could that his closed hand was your pussy. He moans so hard into the phone.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck!” He’s cumming. Hard. His hand continues its movement, only slower, dragging out his orgasm as much as he could. His hips won’t stop jutting into the air until he lets go of his dick.

He hangs up. He feels like he’s on cloud 9. The orgasm was very much needed. He’s in such a daze he begins to drift to sleep, hand still loosely wrapped around his dick.

---

Mark wakes up with a slight headache from the alcohol last night. It takes him a minute to realize he’s completely naked and his hands are sticky.

“What the fuck..” He starts. Then his whole evening comes reeling back in his head.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” He yelled at the top of his lungs.

He jumps up and checks his phone. He goes to the messages and there they are. Pictures of his dick. Delivered. Can’t take them back. Panic starts to set in. It’s 9:45 AM and you haven’t seen them yet. He debates on if a shower is more important than dealing with this situation. He decides he can wash really quick and not get his mess everywhere.

He returns from the bathroom and the messages still say delivered. He figures if he sends a bunch of messages now apologizing and telling you not to scroll up, the pictures will be so far up you won’t see them when you open the messages.

So that’s what he does. Message after message of apologies, blaming the alcohol, telling you to ignore the pictures. Then he remembers the voicemails. Fuck. Now he’s sending messages telling you to just flat out delete them. As he’s sending them, he notices it starts to say ‘Read.’

He began to panic again. He feels like his heart his about to fly right through his chest, it’s beating so hard. 

He’s just decided to accept the situation he’s put himself in and ends his string of messages asking you to call him.

Mark can’t stop pacing back in forth in his room, watching his phone, waiting for it to light up with your name.

He feels like it’s been hours when his ringtone finally goes off and your name pops up. He picks up the phone frantically and presses the accept immediately.

“Hello,” Mark answers almost breathless from anxiety.

“Goodmorning,” you respond quietly.

How is she so calm right now, Mark thinks to himself.

“Did you listen to them,” he asks frantically, “Did you see the messages?”

You’re quiet for a moment.

Mark is panicking again. It’s killing them he can’t just already know what you’re thinking. Why aren’t you saying anything? Is this good or bad?

“He-” Marks starts.

You cut him off.

“Can you come over?”

Peter : I’m just gonna enjoy a calm vacation for once (one time) (1) (just the one)

Nick fury : *nerfs Ned in the neck*

Mysterio : *uses the Thames as play doh*

Any kind of responsible adult superhero : *nowhere to be seen*

Peter :

Deadass

Me, Watching the Far From Home Teaser