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Taehyung had lived in the old apartment building for almost a year before he ever learned the name of the man next door, choosing the place only because the rent was cheap and the university was a short walk away.

The neighbor in 402 did not look like he belonged in a run-down complex full of struggling students, everything about him, the expensive clothes even when they were casual, the way he carried himself, the quiet luxury of the few glimpses Taehyung caught through an open door screamed money, yet the filthy way he spoke and the shameless way he lived felt very cheap.

The walls between their units were paper-thin, so every sound carried without shame, and the sounds that came out of 402 were never quiet. Night after night the headboard would slam and creak against the wall, a deep male voice growling the filthiest things, “Yeah, clench my cock tightly, you greedy little cunt, your pussy’s loose but it’s still tight for my cock, what a good slut” while some woman, sometimes two or three at once, screamed and moaned like a cheap porn actress until the whole floor seemed to vibrate with it. “Jeon… ngh… more… ahhh, too deep… you’re killing me with that huge dick…” they would sob and beg, and Taehyung would lie rigid in his own bed, sheets twisted around his thighs, his pussy clenching hard every time that low, rough voice ordered some stranger to take it deeper or called her a dirty little fuckhole.

He hated it. He hated the shamelessness of it, hated the way his own body betrayed him by growing wet and needy while he listened to a manwhore wreck another whore, and for the next day or three afterward he refused to look the man in the face. That man was the manwhore, so why was Taehyung the one hiding? It was just embarrassing.

He learned the man's name by accident one day when a delivery person left a package in the hallway with JEON JEONGGUK scribbled across the label in thick black marker. Taehyung had stared at it longer than he should have. Jeongguk. So that was the name of the man who fucked like he was trying to break the wall between their apartments, the man who brought home loud people and made them beg until their voices cracked. Taehyung told himself the name only mattered so he could properly curse him under his breath.

Most days Jeongguk did not wake until late afternoon. Taehyung would already be on his own small balcony watering the half-dead plants when the sliding door of the neighboring balcony opened and that man stepped out in nothing but black boxers, tall and thick with muscle, thighs thick and solid, abs cut deep, shoulders broad enough to fill the doorway, sweat from whatever late workout he had just finished still glistening on his skin.

Taehyung’s eyes always dropped — traitorous and hungry before he could force them away, and his cunt would flutter and squeeze around nothing, a shameful little pulse that made him press his thighs together. He told himself it was disgust. It never felt like disgust.

He was a virgin and horny as hell… maybe he was simply jealous of the women Jeongguk brought home and secretly wanted his thick cock to fuck him the way it ruined them. Who knew.

Whenever they crossed paths in the stairwell or the lobby, Taehyung made certain Jeongguk knew exactly what he thought of him. He would look the bigger man up and down with scorn, lips curling as he murmured just loud enough to be heard, “Gigolo.” Or, “Must be exhausting, fucking every hole that spreads for you. Do any of them even remember your name in the morning?” Or simply, with a pointed glance at Jeongguk’s crotch, “STD waiting to happen.”

Jeongguk’s dark eyes would narrow, but he only chuckled like the whole thing was hilarious, as if he did not give a flying fuck what anyone thought. It was written all over him, yeah, I like to have sex, so what? What’s there to be embarrassed about? I’m young, I’ve got stamina for days, and I’ve got a big cock… why the hell shouldn’t I use it? That only encouraged Taehyung.

The man was a walking hard-on with no shame whatsoever, and Taehyung wanted him to feel every ounce of the contempt he poured out, even while his own soaked cunt betrayed how desperately he wanted to be the next hole that cock destroyed.

One day in the afternoon everything shifted when Taehyung came home from university after his morning classes. He had been climbing the stairs alongside a neighbor from the third floor, an older woman who thrived on gossip and never missed a chance to lean in close for the latest whispered scandal of neighbors. He hadn’t noticed Jeongguk leaning against the wall one flight below, casually smoking a cigarette and scrolling through his phone, until the sharp words were already spilling from his own mouth without restraint.

“Honestly,” Taehyung said, voice dripping with deliberate contempt, “men who have to pay for it or drag home some prostitutes usually have the smallest dicks. That’s why they have sex so loud… trying to convince themselves they’re doing something impressive when it’s just disgusting, like what are you even showing off instead of doing something meaningful for society?”

The older woman laughed, a little shocked by the bluntness, and kept walking upward without missing a step. Taehyung followed her, but he suddenly felt the heavy weight of a stare locked onto his back, the kind that raised goosebumps along his spine and made the fine hairs on his neck stand on end. When he glanced over his shoulder, Jeongguk was standing there fully upright now, eyes black and cold, mouth set in a hard, unsmiling line. For once the bigger man did not look amused or dismissive, he looked like he was carefully filing the insult away for later use, and the intensity of that gaze made Taehyung’s throat tighten as he gulped hard and hurried the rest of the way up the stairs.

That night Taehyung went to bed early, expecting the usual racket, yet the apartment next door remained unnervingly quiet, no headboard slamming against the wall, no filthy commands growled, and no desperate moans or skin-slapping sounds, just absolute nothing.

He told himself he was relieved by the silence, but the quiet only left his mind free to wander, and suddenly the need to masturbate hit him hard, it had been far too long since he last touched himself properly. He slid a hand between his legs anyway, pushing inside his shorts until his fingers found his cunt which was already wet and aching, then fucked himself slowly on two digits while he pictured those thick thighs and that deep voice calling some other woman a dirty little slut, ordering her to take every inch until she sobbed. He came with a bitten-off whimper that he muffled against his pillow, then wiped his sticky fingers on the sheet afterward, hating himself a little more for how easily the fantasy of the manwhore next door had gotten him off. The intense orgasm from fingering himself still left him exhausted enough to fall into a hard, deep sleep almost immediately.

Hours later he woke to the overwhelming sensation of being held open. His body felt heavy, almost paralyzed, as if the mattress itself had swallowed his limbs and refused to let them move. His legs were spread obscenely wide, knees bent and forced apart, ankles pressed deep into the sheets so that nothing could close them. His shirt had been unbuttoned all the way open, leaving his chest and stomach bare, and he was no longer wearing any bottoms at all, his shorts and underwear had been stripped away while he slept.

Something thick and hot was already pushing into his virgin pussy, slow, relentless, and stretching him open with every inch. The pressure was enormous, he could feel the fat cock head forcing past the tight ring of his entrance, the thick veined shaft dragging against his sensitive walls and grinding directly over his G-spot with every shallow thrust, while the heavy balls began to rest against his ass as if the cock wanted to bury itself even deeper, right into his ass next. A skin-slapping sound filled the room every time the huge cock shoved deeper, the noise louder and lewder with each push as his cunt grew slicker around the intrusion.

Taehyung’s eyes flew open. The room was dim, lit only by the faint city glow coming through the curtains, just enough to make out the broad silhouette looming over him. He couldn’t move his arms, they lay limp and useless at his sides, whether from whatever had been used to keep him still or from pure shock. He tried to close his legs and failed completely, the strength simply not there.

Panic and heat flooded him at once, his heart quickening into a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Instead of cursing or screaming or feeling only fear, a moan came out of him, “Nghh… ahhh…” as the cock inside him proved even bigger than any dildo he had ever dared to use, thicker and longer, and it kept pushing shamelessly and without mercy until it bottomed out hard against his cervix with one deep thrust that made his toes curl and his empty stomach clench.

A low, familiar voice came right above him, filled with satisfaction. “Fuck… tighter than any of the women I’ve ever fucked… pretty little cunt just swallowing me whole like a slut it is. Good girl. You’re taking every fucking inch.”

Taehyung’s heart slammed even harder against his ribs at the sound of that voice, the exact same voice that ordered those loud whores next door to bounce harder on his cock, the same voice that called them filthy little cock sleeves and dirty fuckholes through the thin wall night after night. Jeongguk. Why was this man fucking him? Why was he inside Taehyung’s apartment at all? How the hell had he gotten in? The questions spun uselessly in his mind while that massive cock stayed buried deeply, stretching his virgin walls so wide it burned in the most shameful, addictive way, and all Taehyung could do was lie there spread open and already dripping around the manwhore’s thick dick.

“Get… get the fuck off… ngh… me,” Taehyung managed, his voice cracking from sleep and already breaking into a moan as the thick cock buried inside him shifted. He tried to thrash, to shove the heavy body off, but all he managed was a weak, helpless roll of his hips that only made the thick length grind even deeper, the fat cock head dragging hard over his sweet spot and forcing another clench out of his cunt. The traitorous, greedy squeeze of his walls pulled a dark, amused laugh from the man above him.

“Aww, you woke up. Good morning, darling. How do you like this morning’s special service?” Jeongguk’s tone was almost affectionate, but very filthy amusement as he rolled his hips slowly, grinding his cock head against Taehyung’s deepest point until the smaller man’s breath stuttered. “There you are. Felt you clenching the second you realized whose dick is stretching this cute little hole open. Fuck, you’re even tighter when you’re awake and trying to fight it.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply. Heat flooded his face and his cunt at the same time, a shameful rush that only made him wetter. He could feel exactly how soaked he already was, slick coating every inch of Jeongguk’s thick cock, dripping down the shaft and onto the sheets beneath them in sticky threads. His pretty breasts, soft, petite, almost flat, the sensitive little mounds he usually ignored, tingled and ached, nipples hardened into hard peaks that begged for attention even as he tried to deny it.

“You fucking… psycho… get out… ahhh…” The curse broke into another moan when Jeongguk leaned down until his mouth was right against Taehyung’s ear, his heavy, muscular body pinning the smaller man completely to the mattress so that every breath pressed their chests together. His hand slid up to cup a soft breast, thumb dragging slowly back and forth over the peaked nipple until it stiffened even harder under the touch.

“Those who have small dicks pay more for any holes, huh?” he murmured. “That what you said in the stairwell? Funny. Your cunt doesn’t seem to think my dick is small at all. It’s having a hard time taking every inch, but look at it… gripping me like it never wants to let go, pulsing around me like a greedy little mouth.” He pulled almost all the way out, the thick ridge of his cock head catching on Taehyung’s stretched rim and making the smaller man whimper, then slammed back deeply in one thrust. The filthy sound of it filled the room, skin slapping against skin, wet cunt swallowing cock with an obscene squelch, and Taehyung’s back arched helplessly off the bed as a moan came.

“Ahhhh… nghh…”

“That’s it,” Jeongguk growled, settling into a deep, steady rhythm that was hard enough to shift Taehyung’s entire body up the mattress with every thrust. “Feel as disgusted as you want, haha. Your pussy is already begging just like the rest of them. Listen to how wet you are… you’re practically pissing all over my cock, dripping down my balls. You’ve been listening to me fuck for months, haven’t you? Did you fuck this pretty cunt every night wishing it was my cock stretching you instead of that plastic toy? If you wanted my dick so bad you should have just told me, darling. I would have gladly come over and fucked this stuck-up little hole for you.”

Sensation was flooding back into Taehyung’s limbs in hot, tingling waves, but his body still felt too heavy, too open, too thoroughly claimed. Every time Jeongguk bottomed out against his cervix, his clit throbbed and his walls fluttered helplessly around the thick intrusion. The dirty talk poured over him like hot oil, filthy, degrading, impossible to ignore, and fuck, his pussy was loving that huge dick so much it kept squeezing tighter, trying to suck every inch.

“Darling, you’ve got the cutest little tits too,” Jeongguk continued as he squeezed one soft breast, then the other, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipples until Taehyung could only whimper and twitch. “Pretty little things. Bet they’ve never been sucked or played with right, have they? Virgin tits on a virgin cunt. I’m going to fix that tonight.”

He kept mauling the small, almost-flat chest, squeezing and licking across one peaked nipple while his hips fucked harder. Taehyung could only moan and moan, loud and continuous, his cunt stretched so wide around the fat cock, fluttering and clenching with every deep thrust. Shame burned through him like fire, but so did a dark, rising heat that made him soak the sheets even more, he could feel himself getting wetter by the second, and could hear how easily Jeongguk’s thick length was now sliding in and out of his hole with ease.

“Fuck… you… manwhore…” Taehyung gasped, hips twitching upward despite himself, chasing the next thrust even as the words left his mouth.

Jeongguk laughed, low and mean, and snapped his hips forward especially hard, driving so deep that Taehyung’s vision sparkled. “Aww, you still have energy to curse me while I’m right here fucking this tight little cunt? Aren’t I doing something meaningful for society right now, just like you wanted?” He laughed harder when Taehyung’s walls squeezed around him like agreement, the clench only encouraging him. “Oh, you squeezed in approval, didn’t you? Good. I’ve been waiting to ruin this stuck-up little hole since the first time I heard you moaning through the wall with that plastic dick of yours. Tonight you’re finally getting the real thing, and you’re going to take every fucking inch like the shameless whore you’ve been pretending not to be.”

He drove in deep and stayed there, grinding the cock head against Taehyung’s cervix while his hand still mauled a soft breast and the other slid down between them to rub rough, relentless circles over his clit. Taehyung’s vision blurred at the edges. A moan spilled out of him as pleasure spiked hard and sudden, his cunt clamping down even tighter.

Jeongguk’s mouth brushed his ear again. “That’s it, darling. Clench for me. Show me how much this pretty pussy needed a real manwhore’s cock to finally fill it up.”

The man did not give him a single moment to catch his breath. He pulled his thick cock almost all the way out until only the fat cock head remained stretched inside Taehyung’s fluttering entrance, the rim clinging desperately to the ridge, then drove back in with a single brutal thrust that forced a loud, broken moan from Taehyung’s throat, exactly the sound Jeongguk had been hunting for.

The filthy noise of it filled the bedroom, wet cunt lips parting wide around the thick shaft, cream already gathering and dripping down onto the sheets with every deep thrust. Jeongguk’s balls slapped against Taehyung’s ass in a steady, obscene rhythm while his hips rolled with the kind of practiced thrusts that came from fucking countless other bodies, each thrust deliberate and deep enough to rearrange Taehyung’s insides.

“Listen to that,” Jeongguk growled, voice low and rough right against Taehyung’s ear. His hand stayed locked around a soft, pretty breast, squeezing and kneading the plush little mound, thumb dragging repeatedly over the nipple until it ached and stiffened even harder. “Your pussy so fucking loud. Louder than any of those women I bring home. You finally realize why they moan so loudly when they’re getting split open like this? Haha. All that time you spent calling me a manwhore, and look at you now… legs spread wide, cunt dripping, taking my cock like you were made for it. Aren’t we both the same, darling? Both whores who are fucking tonight.”

Taehyung’s arms finally answered him enough to push weakly at Jeongguk’s broad, sweaty chest, but the effort only made the bigger man laugh, a dark, amused sound. He wasn’t a whore, Taehyung tried to insist inside his own spinning head, yet he could no longer deny that this man had a big, long cock that kept hitting his sweet spot perfectly, and that was exactly why the moans kept spilling out of him no matter how hard he fought them.

Jeongguk easily caught both of his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head against the pillow, holding him completely open and helpless while he continued to fuck into him. Every thrust dragged over the sensitive spot deep inside, making Taehyung’s toes curl and his pretty breasts bounce with the force of it. His clit throbbed under the rough pad of Jeongguk’s other thumb, which had begun rubbing relentlessly, and he was laughing at him the entire time, laughing at the way Taehyung’s mouth tried to say no while his cunt kept saying yes with every clench.

“Get off… ah… fuck… stop…” Taehyung tried, but the words came out broken, ruined by the way his walls clenched greedily around the thick intrusion, pulsing and sucking as if trying to pull him deeper. Heat was pouring through him in uncontrollable waves. His pussy was stretched lewdly wide, fluttering and milking with every retreat and every deep thrust. He could feel how wet he had become, how easily Jeongguk’s cock was now sliding in and out, coated in his own juices, and the lewd sounds growing louder and more shameless with every thrust.

Jeongguk leaned down until their mouths were nearly touching, dark eyes glittering with hunger. “Stop? You sure about that, darling? Because this greedy little hole is telling a completely different story. It’s gripping me like it never wants me to leave. You’ve been listening to me wreck other cunts for months, getting yourself all messy with that dildo while you pretended to hate the sound. Tonight you finally get the real thing… so thick, so hard, and buried so deep you’ll feel me in your throat. And I’m going to fuck this cute little pussy until you forget how to pretend you don’t want it.”

He snapped his hips forward especially hard, burying himself to the root and grinding deep against Taehyung’s cervix. Taehyung’s back arched off the mattress. A helpless moan came before he could swallow it. His breasts rose and fell rapidly, soft and now full under the attention, nipples dark and hard from the constant play of Jeongguk’s fingers. The man pinched one, rolled it between rough fingertips, then bent his head and closed his wet, hot mouth around it, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. The dual sensation, hot mouth on his petite breast and thick cock rearranging his insides, ripped another moan sound from Taehyung.

“Fuck… Jeongguk…”

“There it is,” Jeongguk murmured against the wet nipple, voice thick with satisfaction. He released the bud with a pop and moved to the other breast, sucking just as hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting and make Taehyung shudder. All the while his hips never stopped. He fucked Taehyung in deep, steady thrusts that made the bed creak. “You sound so fucking cute. Say my name again, louder… I want the whole fucking building to hear how the neighbor who mocks me in the stairwell is getting his tight little hole destroyed by the manwhore he hates.”

Taehyung’s resistance was crumbling under the relentless pace. Every time that fat cock dragged over his most sensitive walls, pleasure sparked sharp and bright behind his eyes. His clit pulsed wildly under Jeongguk’s thumb. His breasts ached from the sucking and pinching. The shame of it only seemed to make everything hotter, the knowledge that the manwhore next door, the one whose filthy nights had kept him awake and dripping for months, was now inside him, stretching him, claiming him completely.

“You… bastard… ah… too big…” Taehyung gasped, hips twitching upward despite himself, meeting the next thrust and making Jeongguk’s cock sink even deeper until the cock head kissed his cervix.

Jeongguk’s laugh was dark and delighted. He released Taehyung’s wrists only to hook both of the smaller man’s legs over his broad shoulders, folding him nearly in half so he could drive even deeper into that clenching heat. The new angle made Taehyung cry out, his pretty breasts jiggling with every thrust. Jeongguk’s eyes raked over them hungrily while he fucked him harder, the sounds turning filthy beyond belief, cock thrusting through soaked folds, balls slapping against his ass, the lewd squelch of a cunt being thoroughly used.

“Too big? Your cunt is stretched around me like a perfect little sleeve. Look at how it’s taking every single inch, creaming all over my cock like a desperate whore. You’ve been clenching for me since the first time you saw me on the balcony in those boxers, haven’t you? Staring at my thighs, my chest, getting this pussy all wet while you told yourself you hated me. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? A whore always knows another whore, darling.”

He punctuated the words with sharper thrusts, each one punching a moan out of Taehyung. Taehyung’s hands fisted in the sheets. His eyes had gone glassy. The protest was still there on his tongue, but it was drowning under the rising tide of pure need.

“Please…” The word slipped out before he could stop it, broken and soft and humiliatingly honest.

Jeongguk’s hips stuttered for half a second, then slammed forward even harder. He growled. “Please what, darling? Please stop? Or please fuck this hole harder? Use your words. You’ve spent months running that sharp little mouth at me in the hallway. Don’t get shy now that my cock is buried inside you and your cunt is trying to suck me dry.”

Taehyung’s face burned with shame. Another deep thrust dragged a shameless, lewd sound from his cunt and a louder moan from his throat. His walls fluttered and squeezed, trying to pull Jeongguk deeper.

“Please… slower…” he tried, but the lie was transparent even to himself. His hips were rolling up to meet every thrust now.

Jeongguk only laughed and fucked him faster, the bedframe knocking lightly against the wall, the same wall that had carried the sounds of every other women Jeongguk had ruined. Now it was Taehyung’s turn. Now the thin walls would carry his moans instead.

“Liar,” Jeongguk snarled. He dropped one of Taehyung’s legs so he could reach down and spread his cunt lips wider with two fingers, watching his own thick cock disappear into the stretched, glistening hole over and over. “Look at this messy pussy. So fucking pretty when it’s being used. You’re going to come on my cock like a shameless little whore, and then you’re going to beg me to keep going. Aren’t you?”

Taehyung’s only answer was a moan as Jeongguk’s thumb found his clit again and rubbed hard, timed perfectly with the deep, relentless thrusts. Pleasure coiled tight and hot at the base of his spine. His breasts heaved with every gasping breath. The last of his resistance was fraying, thread by thread, under the weight of that thick cock and that filthy mouth.

Jeongguk leaned down until their foreheads nearly touched, hips never slowing, his lips against Taehyung’s parted lips. “So cute, darling. So fucking cute when you’re falling apart on my dick.” He chuckled low and gave a soft, almost tender kiss to Taehyung’s trembling lips before thrusting even deeper, sealing both mouth and cock.

The pressure inside Taehyung built until it felt completely unbearable, melting him and dissolving every coherent thought until every deep thrust of Jeongguk’s cock. He came hard, cunt clamping down around the cock, gushing juices that made the next several thrusts sound even wetter and filthier. A moan, loud enough that it would have carried straight through the thin walls if anyone had been listening, while his flat tits jiggled with the force of the orgasm. The pleasure rolled through him in overwhelming waves, leaving him trembling and gasping, vision blurred at the edges, thighs shaking hard against Jeongguk’s shoulders as the climax wracked his entire body.

Jeongguk did not slow down for a second. If anything he fucked him through it even harder, grinding deep at the peak of every thrust so that the cock head stayed pressed firmly against Taehyung’s cervix while his clit was rubbed without mercy, the pad of his thumb circling the nub. The overstimulation ripped another moan from Taehyung. His cunt kept spasming, oversensitive and still greedy, trying to suck Jeongguk deeper even as the intensity bordered on too much, the pleasure bordering on pain in the most addictive way.

“That’s it… fuck… squeeze me just like that, milk my cock with this tight little hole,” Jeongguk growled. He leaned down, folding Taehyung even tighter beneath him, and closed his mouth over his tit again, sucking the nipple hard while his hips kept pounding without pause. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the cock thrusting Taehyung’s insides and the fingers on his clit prolonged the orgasm until Taehyung was writhing beneath him, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity. “You’re such a good girl,” Jeongguk murmured, petting the soaked, fluttering pussy around his cock like it was a tiny, needy kitten, stroking the stretched lips with affection while he continued to fuck into it. “Look at how prettily you come when you’re finally getting what you’ve been craving.”

When the strongest waves finally began to disappear, Taehyung was left panting and loose-limbed, body still trembling, cunt stretched wide around the thick shaft that continued to move inside him. He had just come on the cock of the manwhore next door, the same man whose filthy nights had kept him awake and dripping for months, and his body was loving it so much.

Jeongguk released his tit and lifted his head, eyes glittering with satisfaction as he slowed just enough to make every thick inch drag deliberately against Taehyung’s sensitive walls, pulling almost all the way out so Taehyung could feel the ridge of the cock head catch on his rim before slamming back.

“Are you going to tell me to stop?” Jeongguk murmured as he watched Taehyung’s face. “Or are you ready to use your pretty mouth the way it should be used? Beg me. Beg me to keep fucking this cute cunt… or I can just pull out and leave you empty and aching. Your choice, darling.”

Taehyung’s face burned hotter under the words. His hips twitched upward on their own, meeting the next deep thrust. The cock inside him felt even bigger now that he was oversensitive, stretching him open, filling him so completely that coherent thought kept slipping away like water through his fingers. He tried to hold on to the last scraps of defiance, but the words that left his mouth were shaky and needy, stripped of all the hate he used to throw in the hallway.

“Please… Jeongguk…”

“Please what?” Jeongguk’s hips snapped forward harder, punching a moan out of him and making his cunt clench. “Say it properly. Tell me exactly what you want, dear neighbor. Don’t get quiet on me now.”

Taehyung’s cunt clenched hard around him at the command, another rush of juices coming out. The thin walls that had once carried Jeongguk’s voice while he wrecked other women were now carrying Taehyung’s own moans, and the knowledge only made him wetter, making his hole squeeze tighter around the cock.

“Please… fuck me,” he whispered. “Please… don’t stop. Your cock… ah… it’s so fucking big… please keep fucking my pussy… don’t leave me empty…”

Jeongguk chuckled in victory. He released Taehyung’s legs from his shoulders only to shove them wider apart on the mattress, settling deeper between them so he could drive into him with deep thrusts.

“Louder, darling,” Jeongguk demanded. “I want it to fit into your mind the same way my cock fits perfectly inside this tight cunt, so you’ll remember it every time you walk past me in the stairwell. I want the whole floor to hear how the neighbor who called me a shameless manwhore is begging for it.”

Taehyung’s hands flew up to clutch at Jeongguk’s muscular forearms, nails digging in as another orgasm began to build frighteningly fast, hotter and sharper than the first. His voice rose, shameless and desperate, every word punched out of him by the thick cock pounding into his soaked hole without pause.

“Please… fuck me harder… use my pussy… ah, fuck… I’ve been so wet listening to you… every night… please, Jeongguk, wreck me like one of your whores… fill me up… don’t stop, don’t you dare stop… my cunt needs it… needs your big cock stretching it…”

Jeongguk’s laugh was delighted. “That’s my filthy darling. Beg just like that.”

Taehyung obeyed without hesitation now, words tumbling out between gasps and moans. The second orgasm was already racing toward him, and he could only cling to Jeongguk’s arms and keep begging like the shameless whore the man next door had always known he could be, every filthy plea punched out of him by the relentless cock that was finally giving him exactly what his body had been craving for months.

Taehyung’s second orgasm crashed over him in a wave of pure, shattering intensity, his body seizing as a loud moan came. His cunt clamped down in rhythmic pulses around Jeongguk’s thick cock, milking it while slick gushed out around the shaft and made every subsequent thrust sound even wetter and more obscene.

Jeongguk never slowed for a second, chasing his own release with the same relentless power that had been wrecking Taehyung, hips snapping forward deeply that kept the cock head grinding against his cervix even as the smaller man trembled and spasmed beneath him.

“That’s it… fuck… squeeze me just like a whore,” Jeongguk growled against the soft curve of petite tits before closing his mouth over the nipple again and sucking hard, tongue flicking the sensitive peak.

Taehyung could only moan and cling tighter, nails digging into the hard muscle of Jeongguk’s arms as the overstimulation blurred the line between too much and not enough, his walls keeping up their fluttering and clenching even after the peak began to ease, still trying to pull every thick inch deeper into his oversensitive cunt.

“Please… don’t stop,” Taehyung begged, voice high and wrecked, the words tumbling out between gasping breaths. “Fuck me harder… use my cunt… ah, fuck… fill me up, please… I’ve wanted it so long… nghhI’m such a whore for you… please wreck me, Jeongguk… make me your whore…” The pleas grew even more shameless as another rush of juices came out from the brutal thrusts. “Please cum in me,” he sobbed, desperate and needy, hips rolling up to meet every deep stroke. “Fill my pussy… breed this slutty hole… I’ve been listening to you fuck other whores for months while I rode my dildo and pretended I hated it… nghh please, Jeongguk… ruin me… cum inside me… make me drip with it for days…”

Jeongguk’s rhythm turned completely feral at the filthy begging. He slammed into Taehyung that kept the cock head grinding deep against that sensitive inner spot, the slap of their bodies echoing through the room and no doubt straight through the thin walls that had started this entire obsession. His hand left Taehyung’s flat breast only to rub over the clit again.

“Take it,” Jeongguk snarled, voice breaking with the force of his approaching release. “Take every fucking drop. This pretty cunt is going to be overflowing with my cum by the time I’m done, dear neighbor.”

Jeongguk came with a groan. He buried himself and stayed there, hips grinding as his cock pulsed hard, flooding Taehyung’s fluttering cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse filled him until he could feel it leaking out around the stretched rim, mixing with his own juices and dripping down onto the sheets. Jeongguk kept grinding through every last spurt, thrusting the thick cum as deep as possible while Taehyung’s walls continued to squeeze and flutter around him in aftershocks.

For a long moment the only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing. He finally slowed, then stilled, remaining deep as he leaned down and brushed his mouth over one swollen nipple, then the other, almost gently, the contrast to the earlier roughness making Taehyung shiver. His hand stroked along Taehyung’s side, over the curve of a soft breast, down to where they were still joined, fingers tracing the stretched, cum-smeared pussy lips.

“Fuck… your pretty pussy is overflowing with it,” Jeongguk murmured, voice rough and deeply satisfied. He rolled his hips once more, pushing the mixture of cum and slick even deeper and drawing a weak whimper from Taehyung. “Look at this messy little hole, all puffy and used and dripping my cum. So perfect, darling.”

Taehyung could only lie there trembling, legs still spread wide, cunt still stretched around the cock that had ruined him so thoroughly. Cum leaked out of him that slid down the cleft of his ass. Jeongguk finally began to pull out, watching with dark, hungry eyes as his cock slid free and a gush of cum followed, spilling from Taehyung’s well-used hole in a dirty, glistening stream. He rubbed the cock head through the mess, smearing the thick mixture over the sensitive folds and clit in lazy circles, before pushing just the tip back inside for a moment as if reluctant to leave the tight, cum-filled hole.

“Sleep if you can, darling,” he said, voice low and almost tender as he finally withdrew completely and settled his heavy, muscular body alongside Taehyung’s. One hand continued to cup and lazily stroke a breast, thumb brushing the tender nipple while the other rested over the messy, leaking cunt. “You’re going to feel me every time you move tomorrow.”

When Taehyung woke the next morning his eyes were heavy and blurry, and for several seconds he couldn’t move a single muscle, his entire body feeling as though it had been wrung out and left boneless. He still tried, pushing weakly against the mattress, and then the memories came flooding back in, the thick cock stretching him open, the filthy words, the way he had begged like a desperate slut, and his pussy throbbed with a deep, lingering soreness that made him wince.

He looked beside him, half-expecting to see the broad, muscular body of the man still sleeping there, but the space was empty. Confusion flickered through him as he realized he was wearing clothes, his night shirt and shorts, though they felt twisted and damp in places. As he moved to sit up, his body felt so jelly-like and weak that he almost collapsed back down, and he looked around the familiar room with growing bewilderment.

Had he been dreaming that the manwhore next door had broken in and fucked him senseless? But his pussy was so sore, tender and swollen between his thighs, the kind of ache that only came from being used hard… Then his gaze fell on the pillow beside him and he froze. There, lying innocently on the sheet, was his own dildo, still shiny with dried slick, and the empty bottle of soju on the nightstand told the rest of the story.

Taehyung put his hand over his face with a long, mortified groan as the truth settled in, he had drunk far too much the night before, gotten himself off with the toy while listening to the usual sounds through the wall, and then dreamed the entire filthy encounter in vivid, humiliating detail. No, no… he was the one who was the whore, dreaming about the man next door wrecking him so thoroughly that his body still ached from the fantasy. Embarrassment burned through him as he collapsed back onto the pillows, pressing his thighs together against the throb and wishing the thin walls could somehow swallow the memory of every shameless plea he had moaned in his sleep.

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I wrote this… would you believe me if I said it was easy to write and that I wrote it while lying down? Plus it’s unedited. I tried to edit it though...

Actually, today is my birthday I turned 23!! 🎂 It was supposed to have 2 chapters but ngl I was busy and didn’t have enough time to manage everything. My schedule is already packed... still somehow managed to make it around 6.4k words. Idk how it turned out but I hope you enjoy reading it!

Also, if you have any requests let me know! But yours would probably come in December bc my schedule is already packed

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There are a lot of things I want to share with you, you can skip this if you want!

About ao3, I’ll actually be back in November! So, here’s what happened with ao3 and wattpad... I never told anyone before.

On wattpad, we can’t really write explicit content bc they might delete your account. I was actually lucky wattpad only deleted my stories 3–4 times, not my account.

Ao3, last year, it’s actually been more than a year now, I had just started writing Inter(sex)ludes, there was another story and ao3 removed every story that included Inter(sex)ludes. I had no idea why. A few days later, someone told me what was going on and after about a week everything was sorted out.

Then, few months ago, they removed Inter(sex)ludes and Red & Dripping bc Inter(sex)ludes had been removed before. Instead of just sorting things out, I ended up having an argument with the ao3 staff. We exchanged around 10 emails lol. Instead of simply sorting it out, I deleted everything bc of my ego 🥀

And now, the third time, I published Erotica and Red & Dripping (which was removed before) and they banned me again so I basically told them, if I can’t publish here then where am I supposed to publish? I don't want to delete it again...

Anyway, thankfully, I didn’t argue with them this time and I’ll be back in November