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“Are you into ass stuff?” Chenle asks. Mark lets out a yelp, clearly startled, looking up from where he’d been browsing his phone on the ratty couch one of his roommates had pulled out of a dumpster.
“I’m bisexual,” he says.
“Congratulations,” Chenle deadpans. She turns back to the freezer and pulls out a bag of peas that’s definitely at least six months old, shaking the ice onto the floor as she searches for her prize. “Do you like ass stuff?”
“Umm? Yeah?”
This, in retrospect, was the beginning of the end.
Or maybe the beginning of the end was when Mark met Chenle. Middle of February, suburban street, single digit temperature clearly only a suggestion. There was a beer pong table between the two of them, and Chenle was standing beside the birthday boy — Park Jisung — who absolutely towered over her.
Platform heels, miniskirt she never seemed to bother to pull down her thighs, low cut top, blonde hair done up with hair clips, and every time she leaned over the beer pong table to take a shot Mark could see straight down her top, which was super fucking distracting. Chenle was busty, and her tits were spilling out of her bra, and it was literally impossible for him to look anywhere else, even when it was his fucking turn to play.
She seemed to know that too, and leaned down every time he picked up a ball.
He didn’t sink a single shot that night, and Jeno — who had dragged Mark over to be her beer pong partner in the first place — had shook her head.
“I really should have known not to bring you near anything with tits.”
Jeno probably should have known, but Mark had won in the grand scheme of things, because he’d ended up with Chenle’s number on his phone. He’d ended up going to her dorm two days later, and the first thing Chenle had said when she’d opened the door was: “I’m on my period.”
Mark earned his red wings that day.
Beginning of the end? Yeah. Something like that.
“You have a beautiful ass,” Chenle says, giggling as she smacks the cheek lightly. Mark whimpers. He’s laid out across her lap, ass in the air, propped up on a pillow. There’s been a lot of talk to get this point — proposals, Chenle expressing her wish to fuck Mark’s ass. Mark readily agreeing. Playing with dildos and fingers and plugs, getting Mark ready for this — all leading up to today. Today is the big day.
On the bed beside Mark is the dildo Chenle has ceremoniously decided will be the one to fuck his ass, and he can’t stop staring at it. It’s bright purple. It has veins. Chenle is going to put it in his ass.
“Pay attention,” Chenle says, smacking his ass again, bringing him back to reality. “Be a good puppy.”
Mark hisses. “Sorry mommy.”
He spaces out when she has him like this sometimes. Just loses himself in her hands on his skin — in the way it feels to be so vulnerable. The way it feels to give his body over and trust his mommy will look after him.
“Thank you,” Chenle giggles. She rubs her palm over the swell of Mark’s ass, humming, pressing against the still stinging skin. “Did you fuck yourself for mommy this morning?”
“Yes,” Mark says. “I wore your plug too.”
“I know,” Chenle says. She dips her finger into the cleft of his ass and circles his hole. “You must have been so turned on, right? Was your cock leaking thinking about how I was going to fuck you tonight?”
“Y—yes. I wanted to touch myself so bad.”
“But you didn’t, right?”
Her hands leave him, and Mark twitches, trying not to squirm. Knowing that if he does she’ll spank him again, and if she spanks him that’s less time she spends fucking his ass.
The cap of the lube bottle pops.
“No, mommy. I saved my cum for you.”
“Good boy.”
The lube is cool where it drips into the cleft of his ass, dribbling down over his taint and onto his balls. Chenle spits, and it hits Mark’s ass cheek, and she coos.
“Such a good boy,” she repeats. She presses a finger into him, still murmuring praise. “Nice and loose for mommy. You’re gonna take my cock so well.”
Mark whimpers, pressing his ass up against her hand, relishing the gentle stretch. She’s brought him to orgasm with her hands enough times that this is no longer unfamiliar, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still feel intense. It doesn’t mean he isn’t acutely aware of his cock — hard and heavy between his legs — and how neglected it feels.
He bows his head and moves his hips in rhythm with her hand, biting his tongue, wanting so badly to beg. Knowing it’s too soon, that if he does she’ll just laugh at him, sweet as ever.
Pathetic little puppy. So needy, so silly. You want your mommy so badly, don’t you?
Chenle is nasty. Sweetest smile ever, fat ass, beautiful soft thighs, soft stomach. Her fucking tongue — god. Her mouth. Filthy, filthy mouth. Mark likes his women like this — he likes being trampled by them, likes to worship them. And Chenle is absolutely worthy of worship. Mark would give everything for her — get on his hands and knees and kiss her feet. He’s a dog on leash.
Literally.
Chenle finishes fingering him — lets him go and spits in his hole one more time for good measure — then tells him to go get his leash. It takes everything in Mark not to touch himself as he does so. He whimpers when the sensitive head of his cock drags along the bed sheets, whimpers again as her spit dribbles down the inside of his thigh. His leash and collar are in the drawer, and he takes them out with shaking hands, comes back to Chenle and kneels on the bed in front of her, unable to stop himself from staring at her tits.
The way they sway as she takes the collar from him and fastens it around his neck. The dark nubs of her nipples — Mark licks his lips.
“Eyes up puppy.”
Mark takes a sharp breath and looks up, meeting Chenle’s eyes, quivering at the softness he sees in her eyes. He sits quietly and lets her clip the leash onto his collar, precum beading wet at the tip of his dick. He hopes she sees it. He hopes she touches him, but he knows that’s futile. She won’t touch him until he’s close — until she’s fucked him within an inch of his life.
“Turn around,” she says. Mark obeys. Eager, spinning so his back is facing her, getting on his hands on knees and pushing his ass in the air. He’s trembling with anticipation, so turned on he can barely think. He wants this so fucking badly. It’s been well over a year since anyone else has fucked his ass — the last time it had happened was a hook up at a party, a guy who’d taken him into a bedroom and pushed into the sheets and rocked his fucking world.
Now he’s on his bed with his girlfriend, and he can hear the clatter of the snaps of her harness as she puts it on. The sound of her tightening the straps. The soft whirr of her turning on the vibrator tucked into the front pocket.
She picks up his leash again and tugs it, and the leather of his collar digs into his neck. It doesn’t cut off his breath, but it has the same effect — making him dizzy.
“Mommy,” he whimpers, and she hushes him.
“There there puppy. Mommy’s gonna fuck you, okay?”
“Yes,” Mark breathes. He fists his hands in the sheets, shaking. The tip of the toy presses against his hole, and then she pushes forward.
There’s a moment of resistance, and then it pops in, and Mark can’t hold back — he moans. Deep in the back of his throat, needy. It feels big. Way bigger than he’d expected, and yet so fucking good it’s like he can’t breathe for a second. Stretching him out, filling him up, and he keeps moaning, over and over, unable to hold it in as she works the toy into him, thrust by thrust.
“Good puppy,” she says. “Good puppy. So good. You look so good stretched around my dick, puppy. How does your tight little hole feel?”
“F—full,” he stutters, and Chenle squeezes at his ass.
“You feel so good on my dick,” she says, and Mark doesn’t have the brainpower to answer.
He’s consumed. Every thought is about Chenle — the press of her dick inside him, the slight tug on the leash when she thrusts. The smack she lays on his ass cheek, and Mark moans, the sting so, so good.
She slides into a rhythm, building, and it’s like nothing Mark has ever felt before. It’s not like being fucked by a guy. There’s something near fucking reverent about being fucked by his girlfriend — by Chenle — and he wants to give everything over to her. His cock is leaking between his legs, and she grinds into him in long strokes, sure, torturous, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
Her soft breasts press against the flat of his back, and her hips press against his ass — buried straight to the hilt — as she says: “Don’t touch yourself, puppy. Mommy has to come first, okay?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Please, mommy.”
“After she’s come she’ll take care of you, okay? But if you come first, you’ll be in trouble.”
“Please,” Mark whimpers, mad with it all. “Please, please.”
She resumes pace. Faster, sharper. Pressing him down and changing the angle of her hips, and when she starts to grind into his prostate Mark rapidly loses all ability for coherency. Pleasure jolts through him, and he presses his face into the sheets, pushing back against her strokes, begging with all he has for her to fuck him.
Fill me up, touch me, fuck me, please come in me mommy, please, I’ve been a good boy, please mommy, pl—
She yanks his leash, and Mark gasps, the noise cut into a moan as she slams up inside of him again, pounding into him with all she has. Her strokes become erratic, and it’s only when she starts to whine and gasp does he realise she’s coming — something that makes Mark moan even louder.
He wishes he could see her. All pretty, face screwed up, the way her mouth falls open as she quivers. She’s so beautiful when she comes it drives Mark crazy. He wants to drink her in — bury his face between her legs, in the sweet wet folds of her cunt. She must taste so good right now, all sweet with orgasm, and Mark quivers, wanting so badly, his orgasm building as she grinds against his prostate in deep thrusts.
“Mommy,” he whimpers, again.
“Mommy’s got you,” she says. “You can touch yourself, puppy.”
Mark comes so quickly it’s fucking embarrassing. He barely gets his hand around his dick before he’s coming everywhere. All over his fingers and the bed sheet, the angle he’s kneeling at making it so some of his cum even hits him in the chest. He comes so hard he sees fucking stars, Chenle’s dick stretching him out, her words of encouragement spurring him on — until he’s finished, spent, collapsing forward, and she slows her thrusts then pulls out.
His ass is empty without her. The room is filled with the harsh pant of their breath, and Mark lies in his own wet spot, sweat pooling all over his body, brain filled with a pleasant buzz. Sticky, unwilling to move, until there’s a body beside his — pressing up against him, lips pressed to his cheek. Hand in his hair, tucking him against her side.
“How’s that?” she asks, soft. “Are you okay? You’re so good, baby. So good Mark.”
“I’m okay,” Mark says. She kisses his forehead and nuzzles him.
“You were such a good boy for me. I’m so proud of you.”
Mark gurgles, at a complete loss for words. He’s pretty sure he just came his fucking brains out. Chenle is unreal. Hot, sweet. Apparently plows ass like a champion.
Even more unreal here. The way she pulls him against her, the way she peppers him with kisses. The way he melts in her arms, allowing her to stroke his hair and tell him he’s incredible.
“You’re incredible,” he mumbles, and she giggles. Giggles the way she always does, fond and bright.
“I know babe,” she says. “You tell me every day.”