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GO WITH IT
MARK LEE (ìŽëŻŒí)
ABOUT đ àŁȘË âhave sex with me so I can finish writing thisâ inspired by this tweet or when mark offers to solve all your problems, it's much better to go with it
WARNING đ àŁȘË language, mark is a bit of a slut, 18+ spiderman kiss (youâll see lmao), allusions to fat cock mark⊠đ”âđ«, overstimulation, unprotected sex, markâs name repeated like 78 times (no seriously, itâs up there), reader bent like a pretzel, orgasm denial, this author loves a comma, a pinch of softdom!mark, silly ending
PAIRING đ àŁȘË bestfriend!mark x bestfriend!reader
WORD COUNT đ àŁȘË 6k
AUTHOR'S NOTE đ àŁȘË a little surprise drop for my favorite neo! i guess it's also a wee bit of a belated birthday gift to him :) i skimmed it for typos and stuff but i unfortunately did not edit it the way i should have, sorrryyyyy hope y'all enjoy! omg also reader's room is yu nabi's from the kdrama nevertheless hehehe
Nobody was busier than your best friend, Mark Lee. Between his job, his vibrant social life, and his weekly family dinners, you were lucky to be offered a slot in his schedule. It was always a yes to Mark Lee. Usually.
The last three times Mark had tried to make plans with you were all failed attempts, and the excuses varied each time. There was nothing shameful about the truth, but you just couldnât bring yourself to tell him that your friendship was being thrown to the backburner while you sloppily attempted to get your life together. He knew all about your small business, taking commissions for art prints and ceramics, but he had no idea how much time and effort went into each piece. Besides, knowing Mark he would offer to help, and that wasnât going to be of service to you in the slightest.Â
All you could do was rot in bed, hoping that something would spark your creative mind to no avail. Frustration was starting to take up every corner of your mindâ from the nonstop orders that you couldnât fulfill, to your supplier raising prices, to the fact that you hadnât had a good date in two years. You were wound too tight to function, and any minute now you were going to start pulling your hair out in chunks.
The sound of the pin-pad at your door let you know that Mark was about to come barreling through. There were so many times that youâd be in strict creation mode, headphones in at full blast while Mark banged at the door pleading for you to answer; when it started to feel like a normal part of your routine, he just requested the code to let himself in. âYo!â
Except, this time, none of that was necessary. Your headphones were stuffed in their case on the other side of the room, workstation completely untouched with your multiple projects stacked on top of each other. Despite the custom orders piling up over the last two weeks, you hadnât had the artistic strength to move forward with any of them. The only thing you could do to buy yourself a little time was to post a message asking for patience and understanding while you navigate some vague emotional hardship. Realistically, though, it would only buy you another week or so before people would start to get angry.Â
âHi.â Perched on a stool near the kitchen island, eyes locked on the cup of coffee you warmed up seventeen minutes ago, you were out of it.
Mark waved a few inches from your face, trying to get your full attention. âHello? Earth to ___, are you okay?â
You snapped out of it, looking over at your best friend to see that he was dressed for a night on the town. âSorry, got a lot on my mind right now.â
White, distressed tank top, loose plaid button-up undone, and his sexiest pair of black jeans. The way the meticulous curls fell around his face, looping around his forehead in a way that feigned boylike wonder. He looked oh so delicious, but you would never tell him thatâ his ego was big enough for the both of you. âAnything I could help with?â
A stifled chuckle barely reached his ears before you cleared your throat, turning toward him with renewed energy. âNo, not really.â
Mark put his phone and keys down on the counter, taking a quick intermission to wash his hands before walking back over to you. Heâd never been in your apartment in this way beforeâ an unannounced hangout where youâre clearly just a stop along the way, being so underdressed in his presence. Heâd seen you in a swimsuit before, but something about a big shirt and underwear felt far more intimate than the two strips of fabric. âThis is like the third time youâve curved me, if you hate me just say that.â
âOh, youâre so fucking dramatic. Iâm just busy.â You shoved at his shoulder, urging him to take a seat so you wouldnât feel so awkward with him standing over you. He refused cooly, taking a look around your apartment to make sure you hadnât been aimlessly rotting since the last time he stopped by.
âEven I'm not that busy. Whatâs going on?â
âIâve justâŠâ You sighed heavily, a breath you didnât even know you were holding in. Talking about everything wrong in your life felt far too heavy, too much to divulge to a friend seemingly just doing a wellness check. âI think Iâve bitten off more than I can chew, and Iâve got all these creative blocks that wonât go away and honestly I just need to be fucked like properly fucked to get my juices flowing again but all of the men worth giving it up to are in hiding.â
Mark stood there, mouth agape in disbelief. He did ask, after all. âWoah.â
âYeah.â It felt embarrassing to hear laid out like that, but there werenât too many secrets between you and Mark in the first place. Your sex lives werenât off limits for discussion, and the two of you had plenty of chats that were NSFW in nature. But blurting out how badly you needed to be railed? That was a new one.
The silence spoke for itself, apparently. You didnât want to chance a glance up at him, but you knew that youâd have to say something. Maybe something to cover your ass, let him know that youâre well aware how âTMIâ that was. Or evenâ
âIâll fuck you.â
You nearly choked on air,âWhat?!â Now you had no choice but to look at him, scanning the twinkle in his eyes in search of sincerity.
âIâm really good, too.â He took a step towards you, eyes never leaving yours as his hands found home in his shirt pockets. This was a side of Mark you rarely got to seeâ charming, smooth, confident. There were times, namely on nights out, where youâd get a taste of it, watching him chat it up in some dark corner with the prettiest girl youâd ever laid eyes on. But this, being on the receiving end? Watching his eyes drink you in like sweet tea on a balmy Southern summer afternoon? It was enough to make your heart skip several beats.Â
âMarkââ
The smile he cracks at you makes you embarrassed for even considering it. âIâm just messing with you, geez,â Heat takes over your face as you try to hide it from him, palms rubbing at your cheeks as your heartbeat tries to find its resting rate. âAlthough, given that reaction, maybe I shouldnât be.â
âShouldnât be what?â
âMessing with you. Joking, rather. I can definitely mess with you, if you want,â Running so hot and cold in such a short window of time has you shivering under his gaze, scared to make the wrong move and ruin what youâd beg him for. âHm? Is that what you want?â
The air is thick with anticipation, nothing but the consistent drip from a ceiling leak as the soundtrack to your staring contest with Mark. He was so close to you in all of his Friday night glory, cologne a cloud around you as the heat from his chest permeated your personal space. You were certain that just one taste, just one night in the throes of passion with a curly haired Mark Lee would solve all of your problems. If you closed your eyes, you could picture itâ sweaty bodies intertwined amidst the sweltering heat of your studio after dark, the fanning of his breath in your face as he rocks into you, his strong frame caging you into the bed so all you can focus on is Mark, Mark, Mark! His sighs and whines of pleasure flooding your senses so theyâre all you can pay attention to, just his voice and his unrelenting pace as heâ â___,â The sound of your name on his tongue snapped you out of your lustful haze. âOfferâs about to expire, baby.â
Mark slipped his jacket off without breaking away from you, dropping it carelessly on the floor while your attention wandered to his arms. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, crossing his arms against his chest as he awaited your answer. âYouâre serious? This isnât some cruel prank where if I say yes, youâll tell me it was just a joke?â
âThatâs not my idea of a prank, princess, whereâs the fun in that?â Mark licked his lips, a faint smirk taking over. âLook, if youâre uncomfortable, we can pretend this never happened,â His fingers ghost along the side of your face, sweetly making their way to your lips. âBut if it were up to me? Iâd have you seven ways to Sunday all over this apartment.â
That was all you needed to lunge into a kiss with him, throwing him slightly off guard as you practically tossed yourself into his arms. But his lips were ready for you, steaming hot and sopping wetâ just the way you like it. The smush of your lips together so suddenly garnered the sweetest moan from him, just enough to tease you of whatâs to come. His arms wrapped around your torso like a claw machine, pulling you so flush against him as though he was afraid youâd slip through his fingers.Â
Your lips were still tingling as he pulled away to lap kisses against your neck, peppering anywhere his lips could reach. âM-Mark, hmngh.â
It was no secret that Mark had a bit of a reputation in the bedroom, but you never thought youâd witness it firsthand. His hands delved blindly to your legs, hoisting you around his waist so he could move you over to your bed. You almost had a mind to remind him of the three big steps up to your bedroom area, but he was far suaver than you gave him credit forâ this wasnât exactly his first rodeo.
He tossed you on the bed, the slight recoil exhilarating before he was all over you again. âIf a proper fuck is what you wantâŠâ His kisses had shifted to your chest, lips and tongue sucking in the essence of your skin like he couldnât bear not to. He was almost more excited than you were, his touch reaching anywhere and everywhere all at once, like he couldnât get enough of exploring everything you had to offer. It was all starting to feel real as Mark made a move to lift up your shirt and the implication of your best friend seeing you naked caught up with you.
âWait, wait. Weâre gonna see each other naked.â
Mark, with the fabric of your shirt caught in his teeth, stared at you blankly. âYeahâŠâÂ
âShouldnât that be weird?â
He rolled his eyes playfully, squeezing at your hip with the hand closest to it. âMaybe, but how do you suggest we fuck then? Through my jeans?â He pulled your body swiftly down the mattress so you could feel how hard he was through your panties.Â
âShut the fuck up, oh, my God.â
âI was trying to before you got all weird and jittery,â Mark made a move for your shirt again, and this time you didnât fight him on it. The balmy air hit your pert nipples the second they were exposed, and Mark couldnât stop the gruff noise that formed in his throat. âJust as pretty as I imagined.â You squirmed at the compliment, cheeks heating up at the sight of him drooling over you. âLike that? Hm? Are you my pretty girl?âÂ
His lips wrapped around the peak of your breast, tongue swirling to the same pattern his thumb and forefinger followed on your other nipple. âYes!â It was embarrassing, how fast you succumbed to his commands. He struck with confidence, maneuvering his way around your body like heâd done it before. âIâm your pretty girl.â
âSo sexy saying that for me, baby,â Your legs part instinctually to make more room for him, and Mark took that as his sign to shift gears. âYou know⊠sometimes, every now and then, Iâd think about you. If I needed a little extra push towards ecstasy, youâd pop in my head. Think about the way youâd look if I got my hands on you. How youâd feel, how youâd taste,â His fingers prodded at the growing wet patch on your underwear. âGonna let me see?â
Your back arched off the mattress, hands pulling him impossibly closer to you. âMark, please stop asking, just do it.â
âMm, say âpleaseâ again.â
âMark!â
His laugh would be even sexier if it werenât at your expense. âAlright, fine.â Your panties stayed on as his tongue lapped at your folds through them, the flimsy cotton doing absolutely nothing to stop him from devouring you. You jerked at the feeling as his tongue licked a bold strip through your folds, your hands entangling themselves in his curly locs. âYouâre so wet, holy shit.â
One quick motion moved your panties to the side, puffy wet lips on full display for his greedy eyes. His eyes sparkled at the sight, mouth watering at the mere thought of getting to taste you. âSmell so good, pretty girl.â He was so hungry and you were the only one who could satiate him. His tongue had a mind of its own, pressing flat against your folds without a second thought, âTaste even better.â
Markâs grip on your thighs held you in place as he licked you clean, running his tongue against every nerve-ending he could feel for. He pulled them apart just enough to spread you out for him, just enough to be on full display for him. Your taste occupied every corner of his mind as he blacked out in pleasure, lapping up every drop your gushing pussy offered up.
He circled your clit until you saw stars, your squirming uncontrollable as his tongue darted inside of you. âYouâre so good to me.â
Mark groaned between your thighs, in love with the praise you were showering him with. There was something about how natural and seamless it was for you to compliment him that turned him on even more, if that was possible. âI don't think I'll ever get enough of how you taste, Christ.â
His free hand slithered up your torso, sinking his thumb into your eager mouth while his continued working at your core. He wasnât shy, either, licking boldly from your ass to your clit while shaking his tongue side to side. Slurping up every drop that dribbled out of your entrance, twisting his tongue as far inside of you as he could reach. You were dripping down his chin by the time he introduced his fingers, prodding at your glistening hole with just one to test the waters. He took the way you gripped onto his hair as his sign that you were more than enjoying it. âF-feels good, oh, God.â
âMm, donât be shy.â
Laving at your clit, he drank up the praises the way he was drinking you up. He only pulled away to fully discard your panties, diving back into center with renewed vigor. âNeed more.â You didnât want to push him any closer to you, scared youâd smother him, but he didnât seem afraid to drown. Heâd awoken something desperately greedy inside of you, and you were slipping further into a haze of pleasure with every passing moment. Two fingers pressed their way inside of you, pumping slowly to get you adjusted before the jerk of your hips told him to pick up the pace. You couldnât hold still with the way he was devouring you, mouth and hands prying you open deliciously all for his enjoyment. He would die between your thighs if you let him, youâre sure of it.
You had to physically pull him off of you to get him to stop, orgasming bubbling inside of you in record time. âWant you inside of me already.â The entirety of the lower half of his face was a sticky mess of your arousal, from his nose to his chin completely covered in you. âBro, you need to wipe⊠that.â Times like these, you were glad that you kept tissues on your nightstand.
âYou cannot and will not call me âbroâ now that I know what you taste like. How insulting.â
It hadnât dawned on you that Mark was still fully dressed, sans his plaid jacket-shirt that was curled in a sad pile on the floor. âIs that an order?â
He bit at his lip, eyes darkening as he drank in your bare figure sprawled beneath him. Your hands ran themselves up and down his arms, finally getting a chance to admire his body after all the focus was turned to you. Maybe it was the lighting, the way his hair fell over his eyes, or just the fact that he was the best kisser youâd had the pleasure of test drivingâ but he looked divine. Halo of light circling his head as he fumbled with his belt, biceps flexing as he lifted the tank top off of his lean frame. Suddenly, he wasnât your friend anymore; he was something new entirely.
You were so lost in your own adoration of him that you hadnât noticed he was undressed, pulling you directly underneath him as he kissed at your collarbones. âWhereâd you go off to, huh?â
âItâs nothing,â you shook your head, snapping back to reality (which was so much better than whatever was going on in your will they-wonât they fantasy). âThank you, for this.â
Mark didnât respond with words, instead opting to kiss you softly, tenderly. Slowly, deeply, passionately kissing you as he lowered himself atop of you. He wasnât in a rush anymore, pulling you into him like you were made of glass, grinding against your center like you had all the time in the world. Everything was so delicate, like he was savoring the moment for years to come. It scared you, if you were being honest. âMark? You know you can still kiss me while youâre inside of me, yeah?â
He hummed in approval, connecting your mouths again in a slow, languid kiss, tongues slithering into each other's mouths and twisting messily. You could feel him lining up with your entrance, his hand wrapped around his girth to guide himself into you steadily. Chancing a look down, you tried to hide the way your eyes bulged out at the sheer size of himâ he would never let you hear the end of it if you fawned over how huge he was. It took all of your willpower to remain still, your body welcomed him as though it had hundreds of times, the shape of him slotting inside of you like he was made to. His fingers tangled in your hair, angling your head so he could travel to your neck, groaning out his praise against your sticky skin. The absence of his lips on yours made you whine, hands wandering the expanse of his back just for confirmation that this was real. âTell me how it feels.â
You couldnât. Months of the worst dry spell youâd ever experienced coming to a head with Mark milking you for everything you had couldnât be described. All you could do was moan, coiling around him even tighter as he started to rock his hips forward as though he was testing the waters. He was the only thing you could focus onâ his scent, his taste, they way his nose pressed right against yours, the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours against the mattress, the dionysian desire his hips were fulfilling. It was all just Mark, Mark, Mark. âMark!â His teeth couldnât resist nipping at your lip, pulling on it playfully before letting go to let his tongues soothe the area.
âI canât help it, youâre so fun to play with.â He kissed you to make up for the quick dot of pain, relishing in the way you immediately kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm.
âIâm, Iâm close.â
He spread your legs further apart to give himself more room to buck his hips, pressing at your thighs as he fucked into you faster. âHold it.â
âWhyyyy?â
âYou asked for the Mark Lee experience,â His thrusts grew pointed, almost exaggerated as his hips drove forward with precision, âand Iâm gonna give it to you.â
You could feel yourself teetering dangerously close to the edge, stomach coiled tight and lungs working overtime. The mere thought of being denied your orgasm was getting you worked upâ you hate not getting your way. Your legs wrapped around Markâs waist, locking your ankles together for good measure. If he wanted to play games, you were down for it. âHarder.â
But instead of faster, Mark slowed to a complete stop, hands drifting down to your hips to pin them to the mattress. âOh, baby, do you think Iâm stupid?â He chuckled in your face, shaking his head as the laughter subsided. âThatâs a sure fire way to get nothing.â
âWait, no, please! I didnât mean it.â
The damage had already been done. His patience with you was wearing thin, and he didnât take kindly to disobedience. âHave you learned your lesson?â Each second that passed stole a piece of your orgasm away with it, that delicious ball of tension and heat simmering down to a cool pit of nothing the longer Mark held your hips down. Your heart stopped fluttering with urgency, slowing to its resting rate as you dealt with the consequences of trying to outsmart your best friend. âSpeak up, baby.â
âYes,â You hissed out, annoyed that your declaration of needing to be fucked was currently going unanswered. Who is he to deny you of the very thing he promised you? âI learned my lesson.â
It was exactly what he wanted to hear, âGod, youâre so sexy when you behave yourself.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, slapping his chest as he pulled away from you entirely. âWhat happened to âhaving me seven ways to Sunday all over this apartmentâ?âÂ
It was Markâs turn to roll his eyes, fingers running through his hair as he sat back on his heels. âUp against the wall.â You did as he said, spreading your hands against the wall as you felt him behind you, lining himself up with your sodden entrance. The inward arch felt unnatural at first, but you settled into it as you got comfortable in it. âLook up at me.â Mark was towering over you, quite literally. From this angle, all you had to do to see his face was look up and there he was with that devilish smile. His cock pressed into you as you watched him, the sheer thickness splitting you clean open for him, sucking him in like your pussy had been waiting for him. âFuck, you feel so good.â
Maybe it was the taboo of sleeping with a friend, but your body was on fire. You felt your entire body heating up at the sudden change in his demeanor, switching your flirty best friend to a man absolutely starved. With your eyes screwed shut, you reached a hand out to hold onto his arm, fingers giving it a squeeze, head bumping the bare skin of his chest.
âFuck.â
You were even wetter than you were while he had you pinned to the mattress, the feeling of being filled by him more electrifying after a brief intermission. He was all over you again and that was all that mattered, walls tightening around him with a vice-like grip that had both of you gasping for air.
âShit,â he hiss, already lost in the sensation, âso good to me, ___, so fucking good.â He emphasized the last syllable with a gentle thrust that had your nails scratching at the wall. Your orgasm was building back up faster than you wouldâve liked it to, considering you knew Mark wouldnât let you cum so soon after denying you.
It hit you deeply, in all the right places at the right angle. Mark was that good from the start, and you couldnât believe youâd been missing out on it. If you knew he was this goof, you wouldâve ruined the friendship ages ago. âSo fucking deep, Mark, keep going like that,â you moaned, just as caught up as he was.
He captured your lips in a searing kiss, fucking into you with much more vigor than before, gripping your ass with such force you half expected to see the dents after. You moaned all you had to say, all you had to feel into each otherâs mouths. When his velvety tongue enveloped yours you could almost taste the remnants of your arousal and the chocolate muffin he ate right in between sweeping and mopping. The water was still running, hitting part of his back and your leg.
You couldnât pull away from him even if you triedâ he was a part of you now, molded into each otherâs bodies until you became one. âWanna keep fucking you forever,â he groaned, pouring his all into every touch. âKeep you on me forever.â
It threw you for a loop. Keep you forever? Mark was a lot more emotional than he let on, sure, but you couldnât shake the feeling that he meant it in ways other than platonic. You couldnât even stop him to ask what he meant by that because he was so deep in your guts that you were starting to feel him in your throat.Â
âDonât stop,â you cried out, biting your lip when he hit a certain spot inside you and kept hitting it over and over againâ the taste of blood didnât stop you. âDonâtstopdonâtsopdonâtstop-â Â
âFuck,â he whisper, voice strained and raspy, smacking at your ass before gripping it and bringing you down to meet his increasingly harsh thrusts, the slap echoing throughout your studio apartment. âWanna fuck you forever, baby.â One hand kept its vice grip on your hip while the other grasped at your neck, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. âGimme a kiss, pretty girl.â Your lips found his despite the blurring of your vision, a supple lock as he steadied rocking into your core. Kissing him upside down felt worlds away from the first kiss you shared with him, and yet you still couldnât get enough of it. The hand on your hip slithered up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple as he pulled away from the kiss. âSo obedient.â
All the shame had disappeared from your body, the satisfaction of finally being fucked numbing you to his quips completely. His name was on the tip of your tongue, begging to be set free, but the way his hips ricocheted off your ass made you short circuit. Your skin was hot to the touch, goosebumps littering the expanse of your body as your toes curled around the fabric of your duvet.Â
âWho knew you were such a dirty girl, hm?â Mark tutted. You hold back your moans, reveling in the sensation of his tip sliding up and down you dripping folds. Interrupting his own rhythm just to get a rise out of you, giving you no warning before shoving himself right back in.Â
âBet this was your plan all along,â You ignore the fact that he technically initiated all of this, too blissed out to snap back at him cheekily. âDripping all over my cock, fuck.â Heâs thinking out loud, eyes locked at the way your pussy invites him in, grip unrelenting with each thrust. He drew his hips back again to repeat the same unforgiving tempo, laughing to himself at the way your thighs shake in anticipation.
âWanted this for so long.â You whine, bashful about the confession rolling off your tongue so easily. Mark had always occupied a special part of your mind, but the barrier of your friendship with him always kept you from thinking of him in that way for too long. Heâs hot, sure, and one of the most genuine guys youâd ever metâ but risking that by dating him felt too stupid to risk.
Mark didnât keep you waiting for too long, filling you to the brim with one stroke that had your toes curling. You gasp, a shiver running up your spine as he adopts a frenzied pace that nearly knocks you into the wall in front of you. âYouâre so fucking warm.â He canât help but moan out at the feeling, clutching onto your hips as he pistons in and out of you. Blunt fingers digging into your skin as you let your body fall forward. You felt so full.
âMark, fuck.â you whine, probably a tad too loud considering how thin the walls feel at night but you couldnât help it, with the way he held onto you and fucked you like he had never had good pussy in his life. âFaster.â
âWhereâd your manners go? Say âpleaseâ.â He teased, testing your obedience despite knowing youâd obey him. There was just something about knowing he held your pleasure in the palm of his hands, knowing that youâd do anything he asked of you.Â
âPlease, please, please Mark, need you so bad.â It sounded pathetic, and it only makes Markn screw his eyes shut as he fucks you harder. All control lost as he watches the drool drip from your mouth down the wallâ he was really fucking your brains out.
Mark's rough groans were slowly morphing into needy moans, the sound causing even more slick to build up between your legs. âTaking my cock like such a good girl.â And you really were, considering you had nothing but the wall to grip onto, you let your body go wherever Mark led it. Each thrust sending you closer and closer to your climax, his dick hitting every single spot that youâre sure youâd see stars.
âIâm gonna cum, fuck.â
âYouâre gonna cum? Mm, you can cum. Cum all over my dick, lemme see that pretty face.â You arched inward one last time for him, looking up at the man sending you to heaven and back on a loop. âThere you go. Good fucking girl.â Mark smacked your ass sharply, holding onto your ass as he switched his rhythm to harsh, precise thrusts that were sure to throw you over the edge of pleasure. He kissed your forehead as the growing tension in the pit of your stomach snapped, your walls contracting around him in a tight frenzy that nearly triggered his own. He didnât slow down, though. The clutching of pussy did absolutely nothing to deter him from fucking you with the same rigor, hips just as quick as they were before he finally let you cum.
âM-Mark, I donâ...â The aftershocks of ecstasy silenced you in your tracks, the sparks of pleasure like electricity through your bloodstream. âDonât stop.â
He laughed at the change of your tune, thumb flitting down to flick at your clit. âBaby needs more? Havenât had enough yet?â
Even with him poking fun at your desperation, you were too drunk on his cock to care. All you could manage was a chorus of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me as Mark held you flush against him. âGod, yes, fill me up like that.â Your arousal was dripping all over the inside of your thighs, the sticky slick glistening under the moonlight that peaked through your curtains.Â
âThatâs right, Iâm not fucking done with you yet, pretty girl.â This side of him was lethal. He was insatiable, obsessed with the way your body responded to him, greedy for the way you bent to his every whim. It was such a change of pace from the way he was kissing you in missionary, the way he treated you like a doll that he was afraid of hurting you. âFeel good?â
He was mocking youâ of course, it was good. You didnât have to tell him that for him to know; but feeding his ego was so addictive. The way heâd reward you for praising him was enough for you to fall for the trap every single time. âSo, good, Mark, hngh.â
The smack of his hips against your ass bounced off the walls, echoing the depravity that you and Mark were oh so good at acting on. All of your senses on overdrive, the overstimulation pulling at you from every end, you werenât sure if you could take it all for much longer. Drool slipped from your mouth onto Markâs arm, the edges of your vision blurring as you could feel yourself bubbling over. âGonna cum again?â
ââm gonna cum again.â
He was drunk with the power of controlling you. âHold it.â
âMark, I canât.â You were surprised you were even able to do it the first two times he commanded it, not used to having gratification delayed against your wishes.
âGonna fill you up and then you can cum.â It only took a few more targeted thrusts before he was spilling his seed into you, an endless leak of evidence of what took place over the last hour or so. Even as his cock began to soften, he made sure to fuck you through it, massaging tight circles into your clit until your legs spasmed. The air was snatched from your lungs, eyes flittering shut in sweet relief. It was only two orgasms, but the build up had really taken it out of you. Mark flipped you over gently on your back, brushing the hair out of your face as you sleepily opened your eyes.
âLook at that. Take a look at the mess we made, baby.âÂ
He gestured between your legs, a slippery canvas of cum smeared across your most intimate parts. âSo muchâŠâ You couldnât stop yourself from gathering some on your fingers, popping them into your mouth for a taste of the two of you mixed together.
Your brain was on fire, neurons alight with the molten sensation that was Mark Lee. Even though you took him up on the offer, you werenât expecting him to completely change your world. A solid orgasm and a pat of the back, maybe. But now you were afraid that he was your new addiction that youâd never be able to feed.Â
You woke up in a fresh sleep shirt to the smell of toasted bagels and coffee. Mark balanced the plates and mugs the best he could as he tackled the steps leading up to your bedroom area. âMorninâ sleepyhead.â
âWhat time is it?â
He shoved a mug of steaming coffee into your hands, kissing you on the forehead. âDonât worry about that. You were exhausted, wanted to let you sleep.â
âThank you.â The coffee was exactly to your liking, just what you needed after a night of fucking like rabbits. âSo, should we talk about⊠it?â
Blush rose to his cheeks and there was no hiding it, his hair pulled back into a messy bun so his face was on full display. âI mean, only if you want to? Iâm okay with proceeding however you want to.â
âYouâd be fine staying friends? Never talking about it? Pretending that nothingâs changed?â
He shrugged, âif thatâs what you wanted, then yeah.â His attention shifted to his breakfast, eyes zeroed in on his eggs and toast like it was a gourmet meal. âJust donât wanna make you feel weird about it, you know?â
âMark?â You placed your coffee and plate down on your bedside table, turning your full attention to him as he continued to avoid your gaze. âWhat did you mean by all the âkeep you foreverâ stuff then?â
He rushed to try to explain himself, scrambling his words into a whole lot of nothing. âItâs not, like, a big deal or anything. I just get possessive⊠in bed, sometimes. Iâm not a weirdo or anything, I promise.â
None of that mattered to you anyway, your dreams of Mark that clouded your head all night giving you the push you needed to throw caution to the wind. Would it be the worst thing in the world to risk it all with him? One kiss, chaste and sweet, was enough to shut him up for just a moment. âSo if I said we should try exploring further, maybe go on a date or something, youâd say yes?â
His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, mouth falling agape as he searched your face for any signs that you were being facetious. âY-yeah, yes. If thatâs what you want.â He was so bad with his feelings, sometimesâ but you were more than willing to be patient.
âWell, good, because thatâs what I want.â
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LEE MARK FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted
give all these authors so much love please!!!! i had to include as much as possible!! supa long fic rec list ;) recommendation masterlist here
this is (not) easy *personal fav [ friends with benefits!mark x fem! reader ] s,f,a
sweet cream, cold brew [ nerd barista!mark x fem!reader ] s,f
raw. [ established relationship ] s
delphinium , part two [ virgin religious!mark x pagan reader ] s,f
the marriage and baby project [ fake dating au, roommate au ] s,f,a
sunday kind of love [ frat!mark x inexperienced/soft fem!reader ] s,f
flipside [ street racing au, strangers to lovers au ]
cherry flavored thoughts [ perv nerd!mark x popular fem!reader ] s
gorgeous [ college/football au ] s,f
follow through. [ bestfriends to lovers ft. haechan ] s
eyes on you. [ roommate's brother!mark x fem!reader ] s
watch me [ barista!mark x fem!reader, voyeurism ] s
pretty boy [ shy!mark x openminded/playful fem!reader ] s
surviving no nut november [ mark x fem! reader ft. haechan ] s
safety zone [ university au, best friends to lovers, roommates au ] f,a, suggestive
spider boy; ìŽëŻŒí [ spiderman!mark x fem!reader, established relationship ] f, suggestive
closed doors. [brother's friend!mark x fem!reader, roommate au ] s
jealousy [ almost step-siblings au ] s,a
deal with it [ established relationship, argument au ] s
real talk [ line chef!mark x fuckgirl!reader ] s,f
on edge [ boyfriend's brother!mark x fem!reader, infedelity au ] s
play with me [ bestfriend!mark x fem! reader, car sex ] s,f
give me the greenlight [ street racing au, childhood friends to lovers ] s,f,a
nervously in love [ established relationship ] s,f
across the room *self promo hehe [ idol!mark x idol fem!reader ] s
roomie high [ stoner roommate!mark x fem!reader ] s
suck my kiss [mark x bandmate fem!reader ] s,f
may i be blunt? [stoner!mark x fem!reader ] s
the best man. [ stranger!mark x fem!reader, wedding au ] s
elevator pitch [ frat boy!mark x fem!reader ] f,a
craving you like the devil craves heaven [ priest!mark x succubus!reader ] s
kiss u right now [ best friend!mark x fem!reader ] s,f
this is new [ loss of virginity au ] s,f
rule breaker [ rockstar au, band au ] s
limit. [ gryffindor!mark x fem!reader ] s
mixtape moans. [ shy!mark x cheerleader!reader ] s
make me sin [ churchboy!mark x fem!reader, childhood friends au ] s,f,a
mark me in your heart [ drug dealer!mark x bartender!reader ] s,a
monetary value. [ rich kid!mark x rich kid!reader ] s,f,a
#nct 127#nct u#nct dream#nct#nct smut#nct hard thoughts#nct x reader#nct x y/n#nct x you#lee mark#mark lee#nct mark#nct mark lee#mark lee smut#mark smut#mark lee x reader#mark lee x you#mark lee x y/n#mark lee fluff#mark lee fanfic#nct fluff#nct fanfic#nct ff#nct fic#nct fic recs#nct female oc#nct mark x reader#nct mark smut#nct mark fluff#lee minhyung
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mark lee fic recs!
âȘ©âȘš Operation: First Kiss - @ncityrave (Mark turns to his friends for help to build up the courage for his relationship's first kiss.)
âȘ©âȘš Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark - @smileysuh (Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. Heâs fine watching her from afar. And heâs fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he canât seem to get out of his head.)
âȘ©âȘš tis the damn season - mark smau - @najaemism (in which your ex-boyfriend comes back to your hometownâand he wants to talk to you.)
âȘ©âȘš Delphinium - @ncteez (It wasnât intentional. You donât even know why you cared that he didnât believe in pre-marital sex, but it didnât stop you from arguing with him about it. You didnât intend to win the argument either. Then again, he kind of let you.)
âȘ©âȘš 9:10 PM - @neochan (possessive! mark)
âȘ©âȘš WITH YOU | MK.L - @sehunniepotwrites (There are many things Mark Lee wants to do with you. He wants to walk you home. He wants to dive into the deep blue sea with you. He wants to go on a drive with you at his side. But mostly, this crazy, head over heels in love boy just wants to make it with you.)
âȘ©âȘš spidey boy ; ìŽëŻŒí - @martiniblues (mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that youâve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.)
âȘ©âȘš eyes on me. (m.l) - @mrkis (mark wants you to keep your eyes on him as he pleases you.)
âȘ©âȘš GOLDEN HOUR. | L.MK - @onyourhyuck (Youâre a waiter and Mark Lee the local biker and infamous bad boy loves the eggs your diner makes, but now he wants a taste of you.)
âȘ©âȘš madly in love - mark lee - @p0ckykiss (mark had always been the hopeless romantic type)
âȘ©âȘš itâs too bad youâre married to me | m.l - @yojeongin (all mark ever does is use weaponized incompetence to get out of small tasks you ask of him. when he finally realizes you resort to his close friends to do what he canâtâ nothing can prepare him for whatâs in your pandora box; now karma is set in motion.)
âȘ©âȘš Pretty Boy. (m.l) - @ncteez (Markâs favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help. or the one where your new favorite thing to do is seduce the most inexperienced man youâve ever met and watch how desperate he gets for you.)
âȘ©âȘš gelato | lmk - @hazyhae (a high slip up cost you mark lee years ago, and youâve spent years burying your memories of him ever since. the universe has other plans for you when your old friend starts a new career, smoking his way back into your life.)
âȘ©âȘš ê° đđ đđđ đđđ đđđ ê± ìŽëŻŒí - @loserlvrss (one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you â even if you were annoyingly drunk â and he was embarrassingly in love)
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graphic | mark lee
pairing: mark lee x afab reader
word count: 6.6K
summary: stuck in the monotony of your job at the mall, every day feels the same: opening the store, sitting behind the register, and counting the hours til close. you've even memorized the routines of the stores around you. but when a new guy starts at the comic book store across the way, you realize your predictable days may soon change.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, comic book store employee!mark, retail employee!reader, really cute and fluffy until it's not, public sex (public space but no one is there), unprotected piv (DONT DO THIS), mark throws u around like a lil play thing, oral (fem recieving), fingering, use of a petname (baby), lmk if i forgot anything!
author's note: this one took forever yall i know its been a while! been going thru some shit irl but things are settling and i was deadset on finishing this bc it's so cute :'-) thank u to T and @hausofmingi for being my beta readers ( Ë ÂłË)âĄ
working at a mall can be really tiring, but itâs not so bad when you have a crush.
youâve been working at a retail store at your local mall for a few months now. itâs boring, thereâs too many people on the weekends, and you have the worst hours. you found yourself working open to close for far too many shifts. but at the end of the day, at least it keeps the bills paid.
on slow days during the week, youâre always sat at the register, scrolling through your phone or twiddling your thumbs, counting down the seconds til closing time. sometimes you would even stare off into space, watching people pass by all day long.
you went to work always knowing exactly how the day would go; set up shop, maybe help some customers, and do fucking nothing for 8 to 10 hours. maybe a wave to the employees at the stores surrounding you, but sadly, that was usually the most interesting part of your day. you became accustomed to the monotony though, watching the same employees open up their shops next to yours.
the store directly across from yours is a comic book store. you know the few people that worked there, usually just saying âgood morningâ and going on with your day. you swear, you have this store memorized, knowing when the employees take their breaks, whoâs working, what theyâre working on that day. you didnât really mean to, but when all you have to do is daydream, you kinda picked up on the routine there.
so when you arrive in the morning for yet another brutal open-to-close shift, you expect to just roll up the security shutters and sit back at the register all day. but thereâs something different today; or rather, someone different.
sitting at the register at the comic book store is a man youâve never seen before. his hair is perfectly messy and his glasses framed his eyes, which are focused on reading a comic. heâs working all by himself, which is surprising to you since youâre certain heâs new. you catch yourself staring and try to brush it off. heâs a new guy, so what?
you try your best to go about your day as normal, but you canât help stealing glances over at the man at the store across from you. he has a captivating energy, and it makes you want to know more about him. he seems charismatic, being friendly with customers and earning smiles, then resuming his doodling once they leave. you notice that when he looks really focused, he bites the corner of his lip gently.
you gotta stop staring, or he will definitely notice. you decide to actually work on something for once, organizing the stock and straightening the shelves. soon enough, closing time creeps up on you. you do all of your closing duties and grab your things from the back. you close the security shutters, looking behind you quickly to see that the man is doing the same. he notices your gaze, so you kindly wave at him. instead of a wave back, blush forms on his face with a shy smile. and with that, he walks away.
the interaction was unreadable. he seemed to be so extroverted with customers, having no issue having casual conversations with them. why is he getting all shy now?
you started to pick up on the new routine at the comic book store. from what you could tell, the man worked similar hours to you, often opening and closing too. he rarely worked with anyone else, so the majority of the time you glanced over, he was reading comics, manga, or doodling in his notepad.
you never really got into comic books like that, and only dabbled with reading manga, but the growing interest in this man made you curious about learning more on what he was reading. maybe it wouldnât hurt to check out the selection? perhaps get some recommendations? you just finished a short shift today so now was the perfect opportunity.
after grabbing your things and saying goodbye to your coworker, you make your way over to the comic book store. you approach the man, whoâs sitting at the register as usual, reading. you see his name tag on his chest; a cute red pin with a spider-man drawing next to his name, âmark.â
âhi,â you say, pulling his attention away from reading.
âoh, hi,â he says, placing his comic down. âsorry, i didnât see you come in.â
âitâs okay,â you reply, looking around at the goodies at the register. âi was wondering if you have any recommendations for a beginner at reading comics?â
âoh for sure,â he says, eyes lighting up. âmarvel has tons of great ones. you could start with an ironman one, or maybe captain america? i personally like spider-man, but iâm definitely biased.â
âiâll try spider-man,â you say after a beat.
mark gives you a nod with a warm smile before leaving the register to grab your comic. he searches through the spider-man section until he finds the first issue. he returns to the register, ringing you up.
âi think youâll like it, itâs really good,â mark says, handing your receipt to you.
âiâm definitely looking forward to see what all the hype is about,â you chuckle. the conversation pauses for moment, clearly indicating that the interaction is pretty much over with. but you donât want the conversation to end there, so you find something to keep talking about. âyouâre new here, arenât you? like you just started working here?â
âyeah, sort of,â he says, sitting back in his seat at the register. âi used to work here a while ago and i just came back âcause they needed someone.â
âoh nice,â you reply. âwelcome back i guess?â
âhaha, i guess,â he smiles, rubbing his hand on his neck. âitâs chill here, but it gets kinda boring.â
âtell me about it,â you chuckle. âitâs so slow during the week. i usually have nothing to do.â
âyeah, i just read or draw to pass the time,â mark says, pointing at his notepad on the counter.
âyou like to draw?â you ask, curious.
âyeah,â he places a hand on the notepad, grabbing it. you can tell heâs getting shy again. âitâs just doodles.â
âyouâll have to show me some of those âdoodlesâ sometime,â you say with a sweet smile. you check your phone for the time. itâs getting closer to dinnertime and youâre starved. âi guess iâll get out of here.â
âokay,â he stands again. âwell, let me know what you think of the comic.â
âi will,â you say, turning to leave, then flipping back to look at him. âmark, right?â
he nods, asking for your name as well. he beams at you. âitâs nice to meet you. see you tomorrow?â
âsee you tomorrow,â you say with a wave, walking out.
for the next week, you find yourself aching to talk to mark again. you read the comic he gave you, and it provided a little bit of insight into him⊠that heâs a bit of a nerd. definitely not a bad thing. itâs actually really endearing to you, knowing his life basically revolves around superheroes, free time and work alike. that he probably draws little comics in his notepad, and has sweet dreams about being superhuman. why is that so fucking cute?
you have a reason to talk to him again, of course: the next issue of spider-man. the problem is building up the courage again, which is ridiculous because heâs just a guy. a nerdy one at that, and you know that he would be putty in your hands if you really wanted him to be. but the longing you developed for him during those long hours of your shift, seeing him across the way, looking so cute in his round glasses⊠itâs making you nervous in a way that is difficult to explain.
youâve been putting off going back to his store at this point. wouldnât someone that wanted to get into superhero comics come back for the next edition? why arenât you using your excuse to talk to him? not only that, but he even said he wanted you to come tell him what you thought of the comic. youâre just overthinking things.
you have another short shift one day, and decide today is the day. you gather your things and walk to the neighboring store, feeling the familiar butterflies you felt the first time you approached mark at the register. heâs drawing this time, crouched down and focused. he hears you walk in, lifting his head to meet your eyes. maybe youâre crazy, but it looks like his eyes light up.
âhey,â he says, closing the notepad in front of him. you present the spider-man comic to him, and he flashes a smile at you. âwhatâd you think?â
you chuckle, holding the comic close to your chest. âit was good, but too short. thereâs another issue, right?â you joke, hoping it lands.
he lets out a giggle, âyeah, there definitely is. iâll grab the next one for you.â
he walks over to a section near the front of the store, flipping through the excess of papers before he finds the 2nd issue. âif you liked that one, youâll like this one even more.â he returns to the register with the issue, placing it on the counter for you.
âduel to the death with the vulture?â you read from the page. âi havenât seen any of the movies recently so correct me if iâm wrong, but i donât remember there being a vulture.â
âoh yeah, heâs in one of the later movies actually,â mark starts. âbut you got a long way to go til you finally meet one of the iconic villians like the green goblin, or even the love interests gwen stacy or mary jane. itâll be so worth the wait though.â
âhow much do i owe you?â you ask, already pulling out your wallet.
âyou can borrow it if you want,â he says.
âbut this one belongs to the store, wonât you get in trouble?â you ask.
âjust bring it back and itâs like it never happened,â he whispers, faking a shhh at you. âletâs just say itâs mall employee perk.â
you smile and accept it.
your new routine feels like a nice change of pace. every second of every day used to drag by, and yet at the same time, when you got home, everything that happened was so unbelievably boring that it all felt like a blur. nothing really significant happened to you. but something about trying something new, learning about a brand new niche interest, and even developing a crush⊠itâs finally something exciting.
you looked forward to the next time you got a new issue. not just that, but the next time you got to talk to mark. he has this charm about him that piqued your interest. it feels so easy to talk to him, as if youâve already known each other for a long time and it isnât just a budding friendship. youâd find yourself stopping by the comic book store a few times a week, anticipating the next comic and the underlying tension between you and mark.
like today, when you finally got off of work after a long shift. you were able to close up shop quickly and now youâre walking over to the comic book store, attempting to run in before mark locked up.
âhey, is it cool if i get the next issue real quick?â you ask, popping your head in the store.
âyeah, one sec,â he says, looking up from counting the cash in the register. âlemme just finish closing up the register.â
âare you implying that youâre gonna let me borrow another comic?â you ask, a flirty tone floating beneath.
âwell of course,â he says, swiftly closing the cash drawer. âunless you want to start collecting, which by the way, SUPER expensive.â
âi think iâll stick to being a casual reader for now,â you joke, approaching mark at the register.
âi donât know, you might change your mind after this one,â he says, grabbing a comic from his bag. he holds it out to you, you grabbing it with your fingers briefly brushing past his. the motion makes you feel a little dizzy, and you can feel heat rising to your cheeks.
you shake your head, realizing this one doesnât belong to the store. âwait, is this your own personal comic?â
âyeah, itâs one of my favorites,â he says, half focusing as heâs writing something on a sticky note at the counter. âi brought it in so you can borrow it.â you can see the corner of his mouth turning up, as if heâs trying to hold back a smile.
âyou didnât have to do thatââ
âi wanted to,â he says, lifting his head up to hand you the sticky note he was writing on. âjust treat it with care.â
you take the note, which is pale blue with a cartoon spider-man in the corner. in the middle of the note is a scrawled out phone number. you look up to see mark rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
âif you want to tell me what you think?â he says, almost like a question.
âor maybe when i get bored during my shift?â you ask, chuckling.
âiâd like that a lot actually,â he smiles, his previous nervousness quickly washing away.
âyouâll regret it though,â you say, sticking the note on the front page of the comic. âbecause i get bored here a lot.â
âdonât worry,â mark laughs, shaking his head. âi donât think iâll get sick of you anytime soon.â
you finally reached issue #14 of spider-man, the one mark is lending to you. you grab it out of your bag at the beginning of your shift, sitting back in your chair behind the register and getting comfortable. you realize what itâs about and immediately text mark.
sent 10:17 am omg wait i didnât realize this issue is the first appearance of the green goblin
you look across the way, seeing mark pick up his phone and smiling.
sent 10:18 am mark: oh yeah, heâs fuckin sick mark: youâre gonna love it
you click your phone off with a soft sigh, flipping back to your comic. you go about your shift switching from helping customers and checking them out, and reading. every once and a while, youâll message mark with your comments and he would always reply with enthusiasm.
the end of your shift approaches quickly, and soon enough youâre closing the security shutters. you look behind you to see mark locking the doors and then doing the same. he mustâve felt your eyes on him, because he turns and flashes his famous smile to you. you walk over to him with the comic in hand.
âyou were right,â you say, handing it him. âgreen goblin is super sick.â
âi told you,â he says, reaching for it, and your hands momentarily touching like last time. he gets flustered. âuh, i can give you the next one tomorrow if youâre working.â
âi am, yeah,â you reply, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. âi am so curious thoughâwhen the hell does gwen stacy show up?â
âoh,â he giggles to himself. âyouâre like, halfway there to finally seeing her.â
âi didnât realize how extensive this series is,â you chuckle. ânot that iâm complaining. iâm actually surprised by how much i like it.â
âiâm glad,â he says sweetly. âwell, just come by tomorrow and iâll give you the next issue.â
âi will.â
the following weeks, you became overtaken by superhero comics and stupid-fucking-adorable mark. you would read an issue of spider-man at work, and text mark with your reactions to certain scenes. at first you thought it might be annoying to him, but he actually seemed to encourage it, asking for your opinions on the characters and storyline.
it doesnât help that every time you see mark, you get butterflies in your stomach. and it seemed to only be getting worse; you keep finding yourself smiling when his name pops up on your phone. you wake up excited to go to work, because you know youâll probably have another interaction with him. sometimes, mark would even catch you staring at him and give a little nod with a smile. but what made things exponentially worse was when you catch him gazing at you too, catching you off guard but making a smile spread across your lips. you are smitten, and if anyone else was concerned, mark is probably smitten too. the issue is getting him to finally take the hint and making a real move on you.
he may get a little flustered around you, but heâs not exactly shy. after all, he did give you his number unprompted. but after weeks of going back and forth strictly talking about comics and work, you started to lose hope. you just want him. he must want you back just as bad.
after another closing shift, you watch the mall-goers pass by and file out of the building. the mall is basically empty now, most of the neighboring stores already closed and employees leaving for the day. you had to stay a little bit late, cleaning up a huge mess in the store from some rude customers. you thought you would have time to stop by to see mark, but with the amount of things you have to put away, your chances are looking slim.
you shuffle around the store, placing items back on the shelves and organizing the tables of merchandise. you eyes shift over to the comic book store, expecting to see it dark and locked up. but it isnât; mark is still in there, half the lights still on, with him unboxing comics from their latest shipment. you already knew it was restock day for them (god you have way too much free time), but you didnât realize how many boxes they got in.
you open the front door of your store, whisper-yelling through the security shutters. âmark!â
markâs head turns to look at you and flashes a grin at you. âyo, youâre still here too?â
you nod, leaning on the glass door. you hold up a few of the displaced items in your hands. âgo-backs,â you shrug.
he points at the pile of boxes in front of him, ârestock. we got a lot of shit in early for christmas.â
âdonât say christmas please, i donât want to think about it yet,â you say with a laugh.
you turn away to get back to work, putting all the merchandise back to their assigned spots. you donât know what the hell got into people today; messing up all your organization youâve done and putting things in all the wrong places. it didnât help that you had to deal with some assholes with returns today too. you always theorize itâs from a full moon or mercury retrograde or something; those things must be the reason people start acting up.
after about an hour of cleaning, you finish up and can finally call it a day. you close up shop and turn to see mark still working on stocking at his store. you approach the security gate of the store, with its front door still propped open.
âi still need my next issue by the way,â you say to mark, who stands from his crouching position in front of an open box. he walks up to the gate and pushes it up, just enough for you to come through. you look hesitant.
âcome in, itâs okay,â he says, motioning you in. you duck under the security gate, slipping into the store. âhow was your day? looks like you had a lot to do.â
âyeah, the store was a mess,â you say, following him to the register. âiâve never had to stay so late after close.â
âitâs only gonna get worse the closer it gets to christmas,â mark says while weaving around the boxes with you.
âwhat did i say about christmas?â you joke, nudging his shoulder softly.
âsorry, sorry,â he laugh, putting his hands up. you wait patiently for him as he kneels behind the register, looking for your comic. he pops back up with a stumped look on his face. âi swear i thought i put it up here to give to you but i canât find it. iâm gonna go check the back.â
he starts walking to the back room, and looks back at you. âfeel free to sit if you want. our stockroom is a wreck, this might take a sec.â
you nod to him, squeezing past the tower of boxes to sit in the chair at the register. it feels kinda funny to sit back here, like youâre seeing the store from a different perspective, from markâs perspective. you look around behind the counter, seeing the little notes and cute super-hero knick knacks gathered around.
thereâs a mini batman funko pop positioned in the corner, with a sticky note placed under his feet reading âno drinks at the register.â you look over to see a large iced coffee with markâs name in sharpie. well, we all bend the rules a bit. his name tag is placed on the counter by a stack of comics. you grab it to take a closer look. itâs a plastic red pin with a white pop-art bubble. in the corner is a small piece of paper stuck on it, attached with office tape. on the paper is a spider-man doodle, made with red and blue marker and pen ink.
youâre sure this mustâve been drawn by mark. you have yet to see any of his drawings (despite your prying), so maybe seeing this one up close will give you a sneak peek into his style. itâs a little messy, with scratchy lines and colors bleeding outside the borders. despite that, it has a distinct style that youâre fond of. itâs not perfect, let alone does it look like the super-heroes youâve been reading in your comics. but it has a quality to it that feels less polished and flat. it has character. the messiness makes it feel more⊠real.
you set his name tag down, placing it back next to the large stack of comics. these must be his go-backs. heâs been so wrapped up with his shipment he probably hasnât had time to put them away. you think maybe it would be nice to help a bit. heâs been nice enough to let you borrow comics from the store, and youâre just waiting around after all.
you pick up the stack of comics, situating them into your arms, when you look down and see that under the stack is markâs notepad. itâs not closed like youâre used to seeing it, opened to a clean white page with a drawing covering up a majority of it. itâs in a comic book style, youâre not surprised. but it has the same quality that his name tag doodle does; scrawly and messy, with no real precise lines. the colors are splashed across the page, with blotches of scribbled colored marker decorating it. then realize what it isâwho it is.
itâs you.
the whole image captures you and a little bit of your surroundings. positioned at your normal spot at the register, youâre looking down at a comic with your fingers playing with the ends of your hair. but it has a dream-like feel to it, with the pages of the comic illuminating your face as if a source of power is emanating from it. and then the best part: the wings. placed behind your shoulders are pair of feathered wings, outstretched in a sketched black ink. itâs beautiful.
itâs beautiful and itâs you. mark drew you.
âyo, sorry that took so long,â mark says while emerging from the back, eyes still focused on the comic in his hands. âi finally found it, but dude i had to do some diggingââ
markâs words are cut short when he notices you holding his notepad, comics that were placed atop abandoned on the counter by you. he visibly gulps.
âmarkâŠâ you start, not moving your eyes from the drawing. âwhatâs this?â without a response for a few moments, you tear your eyes away to see mark with blush on his cheeks, mouth open but unable to let any words out. âdid you⊠did you draw me?â
âlook, it gets really slow during the day, i just did a little sketch to pass timeââ
âmark, this isnât just a sketch,â you say, looking back down at the notepad. âthis is amazing.â
ây-you like it?â mark says, hand rubbing the back of his neck.
âof course i like it,â you say.
âyou donât think itâs weird that i drew you without telling you?â mark asks, nervousness radiating from him.
âi donât think itâs weird at all,â you say. âi actually love it. i like that you drew me as a superhero too, and one with wings at that.â
mark stays quiet, looking at his feet and probably overthinking everything right now. you look back up at him, tension building in your stomach as you ask what you already know the answer to. âyou like me, donât you?â
mark lifts his head to meet your eyes. he bites his lip anxiously as he nods slowly.
a streak of courage overtakes you as you grab his arm to pull him closer, him tripping over his own feet and crashing into your chest. youâre leaned against the counter, with markâs arm behind you and hand placed flat on the surface. your faces are close, and you can feel his breath. his eyes are glued onto your lips, and he swallows thickly.
âmark, just kiss me,â you mumble, aching for him.
he wastes no time, leaning in to slot his lips between yours. he snakes an arm around your waist, holding you as close as he can. you melt into him, goosebumps floating across your skin in all-consuming desire. you move your hand to hold his cheek, thumb swiping on his smooth skin and fingers tangled in his soft, messy hair.
he pulls away, breath still shaky. âiâve been wanting to kiss you for so longâŠâ he trails off before leaning in and kissing you again, this time with more passion. he swipes his tongue between your lips, with you willingly accepting him. his hands trail up and down your sides, then finally places a firm grip on your waist and lifting you to sit on the counter. he slots between your legs, his body pressed close to yours. your fingers card through his hair, earning a sweet hum from him.
his hands trail down to your ass, pushing you closer against him to where you feel the bulge forming in his jeans. he canât even hold back his moan, it being muffled by your lips. he pulls away again, this time kissing from your cheek down to your neck. he sucks at the expanse of skin while he caresses the other side of your throat. you let out a soft hum in pleasure, savoring every bite and lickâ
âfuck, you sound so hot too,â he says in between kisses. he moves a hand down to your breast, kneading it roughly. you throw your head back, soaking in the pleasure from just his hands alone. his beautiful fucking hands, the ones that drew you. his lips feel so good on you, but his hands feel even better. itâs as if heâs been waiting for this moment for eternity and he doesnât want to let you go. almost as if holding you, touching you is the only thing keeping him grounded in reality. it doesnât feel real to you either; that mark, the cute boy youâve had a crush on for weeks and weeks is kissing you, holding you, and yearning for you all the same.
you feel so wrapped up in the moment that you almost forget that youâre in public. sure, thereâs no one left in the mall and the only people left are probably mall security, but the risk of being seen is still there. it just feels too good to stop.
âmark,â you say, giving in to the anxiety. âare we really doing this? right here, right now?â
he pulls back to look at you, still holding you close. âitâs just us here, and if itâs okay with you, i donât think i can wait any longer.â
âi donât think i can either,â you respond.
suddenly mark is ripping your clothes off, all while pulling you both behind one of the comic display cases. itâs your turn to take his clothes off, and youâre yanking his jacket off and pulling up his graphic tee and discarding them both on the floor. the exchange is a jumbled mess of constant touching of skin and clothes flying in every direction, a true testament to how desperate you both want each other. heâs kissing you all the while, taking every opportunity to peck at you between the tugging of clothes.
he leans you against the display bookshelf full of comics, completely unbothered when an issue or two falls off. your hand travels down into this jeans, feeling him hard and pulsing against your palm. you stroke his length slowly, focusing most of the stimulation on his dripping head. he lifts one of your legs slightly to get better access to you under your skirt, then looks at you as if heâs asking for permission.
you nod your head profusely before leaning in to kiss him deeply. it doesnât last long, because suddenly heâs pushing inside you and youâre gasping at the stretchâ
âyouâre soâfuckâso fucking tight,â he hisses, attempting to push in as slowly as he can. your mouth is fully agape in bliss as he finally bottoms out, reaching deep inside of you. he catches your eyes, lust filled in his own as he slowly starts to move.
heâs slow at first, knowing that his size is stretching you out to the point where itâs nearly painful. but it feels so fucking good, his cock dragging in and out of your tight walls. you can tell he wants to pick up the pace, with his breath shuddering with each stroke. you take the opportunity to kiss him again, wanting to taste his soft lips as he gradually begins to pound into you.
heâs groaning against your lips, and your moans are muffled against his. youâre trying to salvage any sort of public decency by holding back your sounds the best you can. itâs when he grabs your legs and lifts you to press you against the display shelf that you realize that that shred of awareness of your surroundings is about to be long fucking gone.
heâs holding you up by gripping your ass, pistoning into you at a pace that you can only describe as brutal. itâs no use trying to stifle your moans anymore, with him hitting your cervix over and over and making you see stars at each strokeâ
âmark, it feels so fucking good,â you can only whine out to him, wrapping your arms around his neck tighter, tugging at his hairâ
âyou feel so fucking good, jesus,â he groans against your neck, heaving breaths tickling at your throat.
his pace is wild, but the force in which heâs pounding into you begins to cause the comic books around you to tumble off the shelves, creating a pile at markâs feet. he doesnât seem to care though. that is, until a comic book falls from a shelf above you and hits him on the head.
âah!â he exclaims, realizing what happened. he stops his movements to look at you, holding back a smile.
you canât hold back your laugh, giggling profusely at the ridiculousness of the situation. he laughs too, shaking his head and letting out a sigh.
âthis is crazy,â he says, resting his forehead on yours.
âi know,â you reply, still giggling. with one last laugh, he leans in and kisses you tenderly, smile still formed on his lips. you melt into him, ruffling your fingers through his hair as he begins to pick back up the roll of his hips into you.
it feels like a sweet moment, the fact that you can be doing such a scandalous act and still giggle with him. the tenderness doesnât last for long, however, when he hits that perfect spot inside you that forces you to release a sharp moan.
âmark, oh my god,â you whimper, attempting to roll your hips down onto him. âkeep doing that, pleaseââ
âfuuuck,â he groans, feeling your core clenching around his length. âyou take me so well, baby.â
all you can do now is nod, whimpering and whining on him. you canât believe that this man that has always been so endearing, so kind and lovable has this completely different side to him that youâre only now getting to experience. it brings a different sort of intrigue to him; that heâs more than just a cute boy that works at a mall. heâs complex. heâs a fucking man. heâs a fucking. sex. god.
his breathing starts to become irregular, and his pace is back to merciless. his groans, fuck, his moaning. heâs bouncing you on his cock in the perfect way to where your moans are matching his. you can feel his dick pulsing inside youâ
âiâm gonna cum,â he can only breathe out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. âcan i?â
âyes mark, please,â you whine, tugging at the ends of his hair. all the while youâre clenching around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to his release.
with a low groan, his hips stutter and you feel his seed spilling into you, completely filling you up. the rocking of his hips stall, and heâs finally letting you down and kissing you sweetly, caressing your cheek with his hand.
âgod, you are fucking perfect,â he whispers to you. you let out a giggle, leaning your forehead against his. âhey, iâm not done with you yet.â
he quickly moves you to the glass display counter, lifting you to sit you on it. he pushes your thighs open, lifting your skirt up to get a better look at you. he looks enamored, like heâs starving and the only thing to appease his hunger is by having you on his mouth.
he dives in, licking a stripe up your core with a groan. he repeats this action, as if heâs savoring every drop of your essence mixed with his release thatâs slowly dripping out of youâ
âso fucking hot,â he hums, releasing a hand from your thigh to tease at your entrance.
âmark, please,â you beg. âstop teasingââ
he attaches his mouth to your clit, swirling his tongue around in smooth, controlled circles. your hands fly to his head, body already twitching from stimulation. his finger is still prodding at your hole, wanting to enter but not just yet. he instead continues to ravage at your sensitive bud, intentional movements making your head spin. he knows what heâs doing and he knows heâs good, especially with the shaking of your thighs and high pitched moans escaping your lips egging him on.
he looks up at you, flattening his tongue out and doing long, drawn out licks. the eye contact is insane, the lust filled in them only making it that much hotter. heâs enjoying every second of this, seeing you shake and begging him to keep going. he loves the taste of you too, so sweet and almost addictive. he could die like this.
his teasing finger finally starts to deepen inside you, slowly at first. he can feel every pulse of your core around his finger, and itâs so hot that he can feel himself getting hard again. and youâre so wet, oh my god, so fucking wet. your arousal is dripping down his chin and his hand, making a sticky mess. when you start to roll your hips onto his face, he swears heâs in heaven.
he inserts another finger, feeling that tightness grip around them. itâs only getting more erratic now, clenching around him with each grind of your hips. he curls his fingers to prod at that sensitive spot, causing you to moan out his nameâ
âmark, donât stop,â you whine, looking down at him basically making out with your pussy.
he continues the same movements, repeatedly hitting your g spot and swirling his dripping tongue on your clit. your back arches and legs unintentionally close around his head, making him push them back open with his free hand.
and then he starts humming against you. the vibrations send a shock wave through your body, that mixed with his fingers, his tongue, his hand gripping tightly against your thigh⊠it feels so intense and so so good. you cum on his tongue, with him desperately holding your hips down and he helps you ride out your high. he doesnât stop until youâre shaking, and you have to grab his head and lift it.
âoh my god,â you gasp, slowly coming down.
he smirks up at you with arousal-coated lips. âyeah, oh my god.â he stands up, immediately going to kiss you and you accepting him, wrapping your arms around him. he pulls away and leans his head against yours.
âi canât believe we just did that,â he says, sighing out an exasperated laugh.
âi know, what the fuck, right?â you giggle.
âare you- are you doing anything right now?â he asks. âlike, do you wanna get food or something?â
âare you asking me on a date?â you ask teasingly.
âdonât tell me you decided youâre creeped out by the drawing now,â he laughs.
âyeah. suuuper creeped out,â you joke, leaning in for another kiss. you hear a noise behind you, and look out through the security shutters to see a mall security guard passing by, scrolling through his phone.
âlooks like he just missed the show,â mark says, causing you both to try and hold back your fit of giggles.
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could i request a mark smut đŁđŁ where reader and mark just had an intense argument but in the end, they cant be mad at each other for long so they just fck it out of each other đ€đ€đ€đ€
mad at you | l.mk
âthen i try to leave, but baby i just canât stay mad at youâ
đżnow playing: mad at you by why donât we
⯠summary: Mark learns that youâve made a âselfishâ decision thatâs bound to put a strain on your relationship. Next thing you know, you're knee-deep in an argument that somehow ends with you sprawled out beneath him; because, letâs be honest, heâs never really been any good at staying mad at you.
⯠pairings: idol!mark x fem!reader
⯠genre: angst, smut, established relationship, make up sex
⯠words: 4.3k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, lots of arguing, swearing, reader is lowkey dramatic, makeup sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), nipple play, dry humping, brief clit play, slight needy mark bc i can't help myself, creampie, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader and mark argue and resolve it by fucking.
an: i love writing angsty arguments (testament to my real relationships lol) so thank you so much for this request. it lowkey brought me out of writerâs block.
The honeymoon stage lasts approximately thirty months or two and a half years â which would make sense considering you and Mark were approaching your third year together and have argued more recently than you ever had.Â
But this time itâs different. Youâve never seen Mark like this, so angry that his face is bordering red and his jaw ticks so hard it might crack as the both of you drive in complete silence from your work dinner. He doesnât even bother sneaking his usual glances at you when he pulls up at stoplights, the hand he likes to place on your thigh is gripping the wheel instead, and the only noise in the car is his rugged and frustrated exhales.Â
You could feign ignorance about why he's upset, but you know the reason all too well. And while a part of you acknowledges his right to be angry, another, more prideful part, resists the idea of apologising, especially when you think his reaction seems so disproportionate to your mistake.
So you sit in the passenger seat, arms crossed and body frozen, contributing to the cold silence settling between the two of you. You prepare yourself for the earful of a lecture youâre about to get when he pulls up outside your shared apartment.Â
He parks the car, slams the door shut, and strides towards your building without a backward glance. You scoff at his pettiness; he's never been so angry that he wouldn't at least wait for you to get out of the car with him. He doesn't even slow down when you trail behind. And when he nearly lets the elevator doors close without you, any chance he has of receiving an apology from you flies out the window, you think.Â
He does, however, show some decency by leaving the front door open for you as you both step out of the elevator and head towards your apartment â how chivalrous.Â
The chivalry doesnât last long because the minute he hears you clasp the door shut, heâs glaring at you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and you can't help but notice that he's rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt in frustration. If he weren't on the brink of yelling at you, you'd be tempted to make him do more than just roll up those sleeves â you'd want the fabric torn off and thrown on the floor in an instant.
âParis, Y/N?!â Mark seethes, voice deep and uneven. âYou signed a fucking contract to work in Paris?!?â
You pause, attempting to gather your thoughts, but the momentary silence doesn't offer much clarity. Eventually, you settle on, "It's just a six-month gig..." â a statement that seems to send him into a frenzy.Â
âJust six months?â He rubs his jaw repeatedly in disbelief, âThatâs six months that we wonât get to see each other, did you even think about that huh?â
You scoff, âYouâre one to talk, need I remind you that your job takes you away from me for months at a time.â
"That's not fair," he protests. "You knew exactly what you were getting into when you agreed to date me. I didnât agree to not seeing my girlfriend for months because sheâs gallivanting away in Paris without me."
Your eyes narrow and your nostrils flare, âSo what? If you would have known, you wouldnât have wanted to be my boyfriend?â
His eyes widen and he shakes his head. His hands fly to his hair and he tugs at the strands as he huffs out a breath.Â
âHow the fuck did you get that conclusion from what I said?â He asks, voice sounding baffled. âThe reason Iâm so mad is because I like being your boyfriend, but Iâm not going to see you for the next six months.â
âYouâre being a hypocrite right now.â
He rolls his eyes and scoffs, âRight, because Iâm always the one being unreasonable.â
âYes, you are,â you scorn, âThis job is my dream, donât you see how selfish you're being?â
âIâm selfish?â He gasps, âThatâs rich considering you didnât even consult me when making this decision, I had to find out from your smug little co-worker in front of everyone. You were thinking solely about yourself, Y/N.â
You're on the verge of screaming. How is he not seeing things from your perspective? He's usually so understanding, so open to hearing your side. But the razor-sharp look in his eyes tells you that there's no getting through to him. He's convinced you're wrong, and nothing will change his mind.
âItâs for my job, Mark,â you cross your arms and shrug.Â
âAnd how many times have I told you that you donât need to work? How many times do I need to tell you I can look after the both of us?â
âAnd how many times have I told you that I donât want that? I donât want to have to always rely on you!â You snap.Â
Your teeth grit as the words spit out of your mouth. They seem to hit Mark, deep, his eyes softening for a fleeting moment before sharpening again. He swallows thickly and blinks before running a hand through his hair.Â
âThen what are we doing, Y/N?â He asks deflated, âWhat are we if you donât want to rely on me?â
You're not sure what compels you to say it â whether it's the way you're all worked up, the entire context of the argument, or some inner recognition that you're the one who's fucked up this time despite you both having stuff to apologise for. Still, you escalate the situation from zero to one hundred without a second thought.Â
âOh, so you want to break up?â
He shakes his head and tongues the inside of his cheek, âWhen did I say that?!â
The fight only gets worse after that, the two of you blowing up after every sentence. You run around in circles, throwing accusations and insults at each other to the point the original premise of the argument is lost along the way of a thousand new arguments. Itâs like every little thing youâve both done to irk each other over the last month is brought up; and by the end of it, the two of you swear youâre done with each other.Â
Sure, you've had your fair share of arguments, but the biting finality of the word "done" as it leaves his lips sends a sharp pang through your stomach â it hurts like hell. You've reached your limit with this endless cycle of back-and-forth; you've had enough of him. Storming past him, you head towards your shared bedroom.
Mark sighs and reaches out for your arm, but you pull away. He doesn't like this, doesn't like the chilliness he feels from you. He doesn't want to end the argument like this; it's never gone this far without a resolution before.
âYou canât just storm away when we argue Y/N, itâs childish.â
âIf you donât like it then leave!â You slam the door shut after you and lock it.Â
Mark hates this more, not being able to talk this out because youâve put a wall between the two of you. Then your words register in his mind and heâs the most hurt heâs ever felt. You want him to leave. Fuck that, he thinks. Heâs not going to watch his relationship go down the drain over a petty argument.Â
He knocks on the door a few times, then jiggles the doorknob, calling out your name and pleading for you to let him in. But you remain unmoved, denying him even the satisfaction of hearing your voice telling him to go away. This only adds to his frustration. He's the one you've upset, and yet here he is, begging for you to open up so he can fix things.
After a few more tries he scoffs, your words echoing in his mind once more. Leave. It crosses his mind as he makes his way to the front door of the apartment. He swings it open, ready to clear his head and crash at Johnny's for the night. But just as he's about to step out, he catches sight of a picture of the two of you on the coffee table where he keeps his keys.Â
Itâs from your honeymoon phase when it was easier for the two of you to say youâd never let anything come between you â when love seemed to blind you both. Mark picks up the photo, memories flooding back to the day it was taken. It was the day you met his parents and shared your aspirations of becoming a fashion designer. You reassured them that you had your own dreams and weren't just with their son for his wealth â though his parents wouldn't have minded either way; they would have been content with any girl that made their son happy. And you made Mark happy â you make Mark so fucking happy.Â
Which is why he canât believe heâs even considering leaving you in this apartment on your own after a fight. He shuts the front door and makes his way to the couch. He's eager to resolve things with you now, but both of you are too caught up in emotions, spouting shit you'll likely regret in the morning. So he opts to grab a few sofa pillows and a blanket from the storage closet instead. He strips down from his dress shirt and pants, throwing them to the floor before lying back and resting his eyes with a heavy mind.
Regret doesn't hit you until 2:00 am the following morning, when you're met with the chill of an empty space beside you as you reach out to cuddle your boyfriend, only to find him absent. Sure you thought he was overreacting to the news, but you're also painfully aware that your own words were uncalled for. You shouldnât have asked him to leave â you didnât want him to.Â
As you heard the front door open and then close with a clink, a thick lump formed in your throat. The realisation that you had driven him away hit you hard, and you lost all motivation. You lay on your bed, makeup still intact, as you sniffled and sobbed quietly into your pillow. And even now, after tossing and turning from your mind running laps, youâd only managed to sleep for a few minutes.Â
You stretch your stiff legs and reluctantly leave your bed, unlocking your bedroom door with sleepy eyes. You're taken aback when you see Mark sleeping soundly on the sofa, his breath steady with his eyes closed. You thought he had left, but there he is, covered only by the blanket from the storage closet. It breaks your heart to see him like this; he's likely cold, and he'll probably have a stiff neck in the morning for practice. And you know it's all your fault.
The guilt eats away at you, and without hesitation, you rush to the bedroom to grab his pillows and an extra blanket. Realistically, you should wake him up and insist he sleeps in bed, but the fear of his lingering anger keeps you from doing so. Instead, you kneel in front of him, attempting to swap the sofa pillows for his own bed pillows.
However, your efforts prove futile because Mark is a light sleeper â a detail you foolishly overlooked in your worried state of mind. He blinks as he wakes up once, then twice, appearing confused to find you in front of him in the living room instead of beside him in bed.
âBaby?â He whispers, his eyes hazy as he tries to make sense of what you're doing. It doesnât take him long once he spots the sofa cushion in your hand to put the pieces together. Â
You bite your lip and sigh, âI know you're mad at me, but I didnât want you to wake up stiff in the morning.â
Mark's chest constricts. How could he possibly stay mad at you when you're so cute, fussing over him like this? He notices the smudge of black makeup beneath your eye, and his heart tightens once more â this time with sadness rather than affection.
His hand reaches out to touch your cheek, and youâre shocked at the touch. âYouâve been crying?â He asks and you bow your head.Â
"I thought you left..."
Mark wants to laugh at the irony. You asked him to leave, and yet here you are, upset at the idea of his departure. He swears if he weren't so in love with you, he'd rant about how much you mess with his head, pushing him to the edge only to pull him back again.
âWould never leave you, baby, you know that,â his voice is soft and comforting as the rough edge of his fingertips finds your jaw.Â
You can't control it; tears fall freely from your eyes. He's being incredibly considerate and gentle with you, even after you acted like a bitch. Honestly, you almost wish he'd just yell at you instead. But he doesnât, his eyes widen and he immediately sits up straight letting the blanket fall to the floor as he pulls you up to sit on his lap.Â
He shushes you, his hands finding your waist where he rubs soothing soft circles into the fabric of your tank top, âHey, why are you crying? Iâm hereâŠplease donât get upset, Y/N.â
His kindness only amplifies your guilt.Â
"I'm so sorry," you stifle in short sobs, your voice almost cracking. "I should've talked to you about the job offer before signing the contract... I-I didn't mean to act so selfishly. I just... I wasn't thinking."
Mark gives you a half-smile as he runs a hand through your hair. "It's okay, baby... You got caught up in your dream. I'm sorry for not realising that. I'm the one being selfish by always expecting you to put me first."
"Noâ"
He interrupts you to continue his apology. "You were right, you know. I always expect you to wait for me while I'm on tour. I never considered it from the other side, with me waiting for you... But I will. I'll wait because I know how much this job means to you."
Your face buries itself in the crook of his neck as you cry even harder, and he tuts gently while rubbing your back.
"Please donât cry, Y/N," he murmurs softly. "I hate seeing you upset."
"Canât help it," you muffle. "I hate that I upset youâŠ"
Mark pulls you away from his neck, needing to look into your eyes as he speaks. "It's normal for couples to argue, baby. We just need to promise to communicate better, okay?"
His fingers stroke your cheeks again, and you lean into his touch. The warmth of his hand feels so comforting as if he was made to soothe your skin, the only person capable of bringing you relief. You bite your lip and nod against his palm, because you're more than willing to work on your communication if it means never feeling like this again.
"Now, give me a smile. You know, the pretty one I like," he says with a laugh. "If I'm not going to see you for the next six months, I donât want one of our last moments together to be so... sad."
You smile at him and press your forehead against his with a whisper. "Me neither.â
Youâre so close to each other that youâre practically sharing the same breath, if you had said that two hours ago you wouldnât have believed yourself. But here you are, lips so close that your heavy breathing practically begs him to kiss you.
Mark feels it too, so when he does, it's like the softness of his lips is a bandage, mending the angry tension between the two of you. It patches up the last few hours that have transpired, and when he pulls away, it feels as if nothing even happened.
His hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers pressing down as he guides your body to grind against his clothed crotch. His lips find yours again, accompanied by a groan that escapes into your mouth. It's only when you feel him harden beneath you that you remember he was half-naked on the sofa â clearly after you locked him out of the bedroom.
Suddenly feeling suffocated by your own clothes, you pull away from him to strip off your tank top, tossing it over your head before discarding it somewhere in the living room. You yearn to meet his lips again â the only place you truly feel safe â but Mark wants to savour the way you look. Your clothed cunt eagerly grinding against his hard-on, hips chasing a high so eagerly that your bra strap has slid loosely down your arm.
You're a vision, Mark thinks, one that has him salivating and desperate to fuck you. He almost curses at himself for nearly ruining it all, for nearly walking out on the most beautiful person on the planet, the best sex he's ever had â and not only that but also the funniest, sweetest person he knows he'll ever meet.
He leans into your neck, his nose nuzzling into you as he whispers softly, "I'm sorry... so sorry, Y/N." His hand leaves your hips to cup your breast over your bra, massaging the mound with just enough pressure to elicit soft moans from your lips.
ââs okay,â you whimper.Â
Your head falls back as his hand snakes around to unclasp it. He wastes no time brushing his intrusive fingers down your chest, wearing a filthy smirk because he knows just how sensitive you are there. The tip of his finger circles around your nipple until heâs right in the centre, feeling it harden under his touch. He pinches it, and you jolt forward on his cock, making his boxers tighten, and he groans.
He loves how responsive you were to him, watching you writhe over him as he touched you in torturous pleasure. Just the way you arch your back into his touch has pre-cum leaking out of his cock.Â
He leans in this time, sucking on your nipple and opening wide to get as much of the tender tissue of your breast in his mouth as possible. He holds your waist in place to keep you grinding on him to entice enough friction for him to feel good too.Â
And when he looks down to see where the two of you meet, he moans when he sees the wet patch leaking through your shorts onto his boxers.Â
âFuck, so wet for me, baby. Just for me.â
You whimper, and his hand slips into the hem of your shorts. Youâre glad you never wear panties to bed because his fingers find your clit immediately, relieving you of some of the neediness youâve been feeling from grinding down on him. He rubs small circles as his mouth licks and sucks and nips at your bud.Â
âMarkâŠâÂ
âShhh baby,â he coos, âwanna make it up to you. Please let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good.âÂ
You whimper with a nod of your head, humping into his hand, legs opening wider to give him easier access to the place youâre most sensitive. You let out mild pants, hips bucking more aggressively from the stimulation on both your nipple and clit.
And when Mark notices you getting close, he pulls off your tit to look up at your face. Itâs his favourite part â watching your features contort when the bliss is at its highest. It makes his chest swell with pride knowing heâs the one making you cum, knowing his touch is enough to make you shake and moan. And if he wasnât such a selfish lover, heâd think the sight is something everyone should see at least once.
As you come down from your orgasm, your eyes flutter open to meet him. Mark doesnât know whether itâs from seeing your orgasm paired with the argument from earlier but heâs the hardest heâs ever been.Â
You notice it too, looking down and giggling. âNow itâs my turn to make it up to you.âÂ
He lets out a soft huff, and a muscle in his jaw twitches with his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he nods. You free his cock from his boxers and shimmy yourself out of your shorts. You let out identical gasps when your bare cunt brushes against the tip of his cock.Â
Slowly, you sink onto him, fully feeling him inside of you. Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you take in the size of him, the way he fills you just right â the way he always does.Â
The stretch as you take him in never gets old, eliciting the same whimpers and whines. You can feel his hands resting on your hips, then slipping to the bend of your waist, silently urging you to move as he presses you downwards.
You lift your hips, slow and steady as you let the sensations wash over you, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. His grip on your body tightens as you sink back down, blunt nails digging into your skin. The sounds he makes only drive you further into finding a teasing rhythm because his voice is just so pretty. The sounds are soon muffled to your disappointment when his mouth presses into your skin, so his tongue can slide along the top of your breast â making the disappointment fade away real quick.Â
You let out a breathy cry, hands rising from where theyâve been resting, flattening against his chest, to wrap around his shoulders. The slow pace youâd adopted was becoming not enough. And you could tell from the way Mark is rutting his hips up to meet you, he shares the same sentiment.Â
Your mouths collide as you pick up the pace, using his shoulders to leverage yourself as you bounce up and down on his cock. When he breaks from the kiss, an unrestrained groan slips past his lips, low and rough, followed by another, and you have to bite back a whimper of your own.
Mark canât help the noises, he just loves the way you swivel your hips in a way that makes him see stars. He loves watching you work yourself on him for pleasure â he loves when you ride him.
And right when you squeeze around him, he rewards you with a loud, obscene groan, a sound that makes you dizzy and limp. Everything about Mark is intoxicating and downright addicting, and you were in no hurry to kick that addiction. In fact, you craved more of it â needed more.Â
You grab his hands and guide them across your body. He squeezes them at your hips, smoothing across your thighs, your stomach. His hands were everywhere, eyes dark and desperate, wordlessly begging for you to give him what he needed, the same thing heâd been kind enough to already give you.Â
So you rock yourself forward, providing a new type of friction that makes you whine helplessly into his skin. Blunt nails mark into the plush of your thighs, a futile attempt at grounding himself. The upward thrust of his hips and the strained catch of his breath tells you that he's growing impatient. You know the pace was slow, but damn it, it felt so fucking good to feel him like this, every inch of him sliding into you, hitting all the spots that makes your brain stop working. It also felt like a sick little way to get revenge...
âFaster,â you hear him say. âPlease baby, need it faster.â
You could feel his hips bucking up to meet you. Then his thumb finds your clit, working in circles and making you squeeze around him with a shrill, gasping cry. It was his attempt at bargaining with you, doing anything to make you speed up and shamelessly fuck yourself on his cock. Maybe if he pleases you, youâll let him cum.
âPlease fuck me properly baby, need it,â he rasps, âYou want me to forgive you right?â
And then you remember what led you here in the first place. Youâd upset him and now youâre teasing him â you suppose itâs only fair if you pick up the pace a little more, fuck him messily and desperately enough to have him dizzying towards his climax.Â
And once you do, his thrusts grow sloppier, and your thighs start aching. It feels too fucking good so all that you can do is cling to him and let him take the lead, strong hands guiding you as he sucks against your neck. And even though youâre supposed to be the one making him cum, you find yourself buried in the crook of his neck, gasping as your walls clench and nails dig into the skin of his strong back.Â
The slight stinging sensation is enough to work Mark over the edge, and you feel him twitch inside of you, sending shock waves up your spine as he fucks his cum inside of you with a final powerful thrust. You roll your hips to help him along, taking all you can get from him and he moans his appreciation as you do.Â
You remain tangled up in one another as you come down from your respective highs with foreheads pressed close. You wrestle to find his hand, lacing your fingers with his as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. He kisses your nose, then your lips, with a tenderness that makes your heart feel like itâs being squeezed.Â
You donât want to move just yet, so you release your hands and wrap them around his neck, nuzzling your nose against his before you speak.
"Mark?" You mumble, your voice tired and hazy. He hums in response.
"Iâm sorry," you say softly.
You feel his smile against your mouth before he kisses your lips. "Itâs okay, baby. I donât even remember what we were fighting for."
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markâs decent into madness during no nut november !!
a/n: if mark was my bf, id fail before 12:10 am on nov 1st
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MARK When Iâm With You, 2024
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Condom or No Condom: Dreamy Edition
-' 7dream x afab!reader
-' Which dreamies are wrapping it up
-' cw: +18, mdni, Name calling, Breeding Kink, Coercion, Degradation Kink
Missed Renjun <3
# Mark | No Condom
-a very shy boy at times but his kinks are anything but
- the type to verbalize his interests in different kinks with small actions so you'd really need to pay attention
- Mark would intentionally forget to buy condoms
- Recently he'd be staying inside you longer.
He'd already be easing you out of your clothes, leaving wet kisses along your soft abdomen as you begin to tug on his long brown strands.
You'd already been wet for him a long tine ago, Mark just needed you especially pliant for when he could really start talking his shit, "You know how good you'd look with my baby inside you?" Mark's panting heavily, "Dude, seriously,"
Your hips would stutter upwards without you even meaning to, quickly prompting Mark to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants.
"You like that idea, yeah?"
You'd watch through hazy eyes as Mark pulls his cock just enough to line it up at your entrance. "Want me to hit it raw? Huh, Pretty Girl- fuck-" Just saying those words out loud has his cock twitching eagerly. Mark would be a heaving mess as he presses hich cock into your cunt. The sensation of your bare skin against his would give him brain fog, making him tremble as he kissed against your neck.
"Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, baby-" he'd kiss you again non stop, "Gonna breed my baby..."
# Renjun | Condom
- he can be persuaded into forgoing one but you'd need to construct an incredibly good argument (no you wont)
- the moment the idea falls from your lips, Renjun can't help the desire that runs through his stomach
- still, he'd try to be a good boyfriend. A responsible boyfriend.
"Why are you so scared to fuck me today?" You'd whisper into Renjun's ear, wholly frustrated from this make out sessions that has lasted for way too long. "We're not high schoolers, Ren, why aren't you inside me?"
He'd sigh in frustration as his threw his hand backwards on the pillows scattered around your bed. His hands naturally going to your hips.
"Condoms-" he'd sigh in frustration before peeking up from her palm of his hands
"I forgot to buy more-"
You had continued kissing up the side of his neck. Renjuin shivered when your tongue slithered out to lick a long stripe down his neck. "Thats fine."
His eyes are wide and so incredibly hungry when he swallows and asks. "Thats fine?"
"Thats fine," you'd nod. "Im on birth control-"
"Shit, why didn't you say this sooner-" he'd grumble
# Jeno | No Condom
- As soon as you're dating he'd forgo buying condoms altogether
- he actually thinks it's weird and unnatural not to have raw sex with his girl who's both tested and loyal
- this would also spur on his breeding kink
Jeno's teeth sink into your collarbone as he fucks you roughly against the wall. Like a dog in heat, the sound of your body snapping together is the only thing that fills the entire room.
"Such a pretty slut," he'd muttered through clenched teeth. "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd have his palms locked around your neck as he watches you wrestle to stay conscious, "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd repeat, this time with a much firmer voice.
Your lips trmeble as you say, "Only you Nono-"
"Fuck, I'm cumming-" and he would. The thought of you belonging to him being more than enough.
#Â Haechan | No Condom
- A menace in disguise
- For the better part of the relationship he'd entertain you and your 'we need a condom" narrative
- Boring
- He'd roll his eyes
- Until one day he just stops buying them altogether
- And then he'd throw away the condoms you kept in your house too
- And then he'd throw your birth control pills down the drain
He's whispering the most vile things into your ear as you sat on his lap, legs spread open as his fingers repeatedly stab your cunt.
His voice is low, in the way you like and your eyes are squeezed shut as you picture every filthy thing he's saying to you.
"God, Hyuck-"
"Listen to how wet you are- you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh? You wanna squeeze this tight pussy around Hyuck's cock?
"Fuck I'm, so close,' his thumb circles your clit, "I'm gonna fill you up so good, babe I promise-" you'd be done for, cumming everywhere as your body spasmed around his fingers.
"F-Fuck-"
"Great so we're on the same page then?" He'd ask,
"Huh?" You'd crane your lightheaded-head backwards, watching him with hazy eyes.
"No more condoms? We're on the same page"
"Hyuck when did i-"
"Exhibit a- he'd say, showing you his cum covered fingers glistening with your arousal.
# Jaemin | No Condom
- Jaemin considers himself a perfectly cautious guy. He is reliable and responsible, thank you very much.
- He just didn't really see much need for a condom anymore.
-He's growing tired of pulling out everytime
- He's a romantic
- He needs to feel close to you.
- When you slip up and tell him you're on birth control he's absolutely done for.
- He'd been dreaming about this since you started being intimate.
- since the thought of spurting his cum inside you had been rendering him absolutely feral
"Sorry," Jaemin said, lowering his iPad as he stared at you from across the couch, "What"d you just say?"
"I'm on birth control- hope that's okay-" your eyes would nearly fall out of your sockets as your boyfriend begins stripping right in front of you.
#Â Chen Le | No Condom
- He's thought about it... of course he's thought about it
- Chenle isn't too open about Sex until it's happening right in front of his eyes
- Only when the environment calls for it, would you even feel comfortable enough suggesting something so lewd
- the thing about that is, although he might not voice all his sexual interests allowed, there will be signs
"Jesus, what the fuck did you say to me?" Chenle had removed his headset, swiveling in his chair to stare at you wide eyed. From your spot on his bed you roll your eyes, as you tap away at your screen. "Oh so you're too busy gaming with your friends whenever i ask anything important. But the second I tell you I wanna feel you inside me, then you can hear me,"
Chenle's hand rushes to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants, lest he cums right there. He murmers in mandarin before severing the line as he rests his headsets on the table, fully gaining his attention. "Oh my god you're such a fucking slut-" he smirks as he slowly stands from his gaming chair. You swallowed thickly as he talks towards the bed. The environment being apparently perfect enough for Chenle's mouth to spew whatever it wanted.
"You wanna be my little slut huh? Just mine?"
# Jisung | No Condom
- a very shy boy
- a very perverted boy
- of course he's thought about hitting it raw before
- he's gotten off the the idea of breeding you ever since you became a couple.
- it was be the biggest thing on the forefront of his mind
"Wanna feel you- Jisungie," you were grinding yourself on his lap, prompted by his trembling hands guiding your hips on top of him. Jisung's mind was rotten with all the dirty things he'd dream about doing to you. This being at the top of his list.
"I need you inside mee-" you'd whisper in his ear, prompting him to gasp as his hips stutter upwards into yours. You could feel the size of his bulge underneath his clothes. You could feel the desperation with which he grinded his cock along your crotch, hoping for even the tiniest bit of friction.
"You wanna do me raw, Sungie?"
The second those words leave your mouth, a wet spot begins to form in his pants as he cuts accidently.
"F-Fuck-" he couldn't stop himself.
Despite this, Jisung's cock is still hard.
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( reaction ) unintentionally riding them ! àšà§ äž ììí°ë늌 Ő
âž âž° â unintentionally riding nct dream on a rideăŸ
boyfriend!ììí°ëëŠŒă» fem!reader â â â â â â â â g ă» smut â â â â â â cw ă» â nudes , allusions to sex wc ă» ân/a â â â â| â click to library
request. hear me outâŠâŠ what about nct dream going with yn to that ride disco pang pang and you end up on top of them (idk if youâve seen a video thatâs been going around where a girl is literally riding other girlđ)
ă àšà§ authors note ă those rides are scary as hell i couldn't imagine falling into a strangers lap like the video.
ïč đ : markïč .á
he knows you mean no harm; the ride was quite literally tossing you both around , and you just happened to land on him â but it didn't stop his cock from growing inside is jeans. he's stressed , he knows you feel it. âfu-fuck im so sorry.â he said , your face is hot , cheeks are rosy as you feel him beneath you , he's embarrassed , but so turned on , he was gonna cum . âbut fuck you feel good , im sorry , im so sorry .â he's just wishing the damn ride would end.
âfuck im sorry but im about to cum.â
ïč đ : renjunïč .á
he's embarrassed as hell; but his ass is not about to let you know that. âre-renjun are you hard?â he scoffed , rolling his eyes. âyou're straddling me , and this ride is bouncing you on my dick , of course I'm hard , wouldn't you be hard if you were in my position? i know you're probably turned on right now , don't make it seem like it's only me.â he stressed , he's about to cum in his pants and he wasn't about to give you leverage to further tease him. âoh fuck will this ride ever fucking end.â
âwe're leaving this fucking amusement park arter this.â
ïč đ : jenoïč .á
his hands immediately come to your waist to hold you from falling when the ride tossed you into his lap. âhi.â he tries to smile it off â even though the ride is practically bouncing you on his dick. you're actually the one profusely apologizing , but he pretends that it doesn't even bother him , even though he's hard a fucking rock and you're riding him unintentionally in front of all these people and he has to force himself not to moan. âi don't think i can get up after this.â he said. âit's already embarrassing with you on top of me.â
âi don't want these people to see my dick hard.â
ïč đ : haechanïč .á
shameless motherfucker; you would've thought he was already hard before the ride tossed you into the boys lap. âhaechan are you serious?â he smirking holding you close by your waist. âyou're grinding on top of me and you're confused as to why im hard.â he scoffed , your eyes widened at his sudden brazen attitude , you knew he was a wild card but even this was too much for you. you only come back when he groans , he doesn't even care.
âfuck if this ride doesn't stop soon iâm gonna cum.â
ïč đ : jaeminïč .á
with the smirk on his face , you would've thought he orgistrated the entire thing himself , his hands on your waist , meanwhile you're the one who's embarrassed as hell. âwhy are you so embarrassed?â he knew you could feel his hard on , he could feel you as well. âim-im glad you're having a good time.â you on the other hand , your body was on fire. âI am baby i am.â the ride still tossing you around but he made sure to hold you still.
âbut i'm more excited about the time we're about to have when we get off this ride.â
ïč đ : chenleïč .á
completely turns it on you; yeah he's the one thats hard , but you're the one on top of him and you're the one who caused it in his eyes , not the ride. âif you wanted to ride me you should've just asked , not force me on this nauseating ride so you can do it shamelessly.â you wanted to slap him so bad , but you were too busy grabbing the bar to keep yourself from flying off. âsh-shut up.â your face hot from embarrassment as you straddled him. âim not gonna cum in my pants like a teenager.â
âbut all bets are off when we get off this ride.â
ïč đ : jisungïč .á
he wants to kill himself to moment he feels you on top of him; his face is red , he wanted to die â but it felt good and that's what made him feel like a pervert , because it wasn't sexual , but his stupid cock didn't seem to get the message. he swore the person who managed the ride had something against him because the ride was never ending and no matter how many times you tried to get up , the ride was plopping you back into his lap. âji-jisung.â your hands holding his shoulders , he stops you before you can finish.
âplease don't say anything , im sorry , so fucking sorry.â
©LUVYENI
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Pookie bear if you ever get the time can you recommend your favorite fics that youâve readđđż
oh i love this question⊠also just a warning its 95% haechan and mark lee fics đ i can do another part to this too if yall want đ€« maybe with like bnd fics ? or enhypen or something idk just lmk
kiwis fic recs !!
pussy fiend - haechan // u guys dont even understand how much i love this fic. its been 2 and a half years and im still here. like i re read it every other month. i remember exactly where i was when i read it too. like oh my god its so fucking good đđđđđđđ domjaehyun you will always be famous to me please dont ever die
real talk - mark // wow. 5 stars no notes. yes.
risk it all - haechan // mhmmm đđ
kiss you right now - mark // also super good⊠like wowieâŠ.
sure thing - haechan // yeah⊠yeah. đ
my words, your thoughts - haechan // so beautifully written omg⊠like i honestly forgot there would even be smut at the end cuz i was so invested in the story its just so good. i re read it recently and just yeah.
first love - soobin // SUCH A GOOD SERIES i loved reading this so much when it came out i still re read it sometimes⊠tooooooo good
mine too - haechan ft. jaehyun // really good⊠recently re read it and its still so goodâŠ
untitled - markhyuck // my two ults. yes. so good. fantastic give me 14 of them right now.
the boy - sunwoo // ONE OF MY FAVORITES. LITERALLY SO GOOD AND JUST UGH. LIKE RHE BUILDUP TO THEM GETTING TOGETHER. YES.
cream of the crop - changkyun // i dont usually read for monsta x but this fic has had me in a chokehold for YEARS it still does like i dont play about this fic oh my god⊠please
gelato - mark // the yearning⊠yes⊠like oh yeah. just yeah.
i definitely have a lot moreâŠ. literally just scroll through @haechanfart where i reblog a lot of my favorites (its mainly haechan and mark lee but theres like 4 enhypen fics in there from like 2022 if you scroll down enough đ)
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18+ mdni.
perv bf!mark corrupting his shy gf :(
warnings: religious themes, corruption, unprotected oral sex.
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mark's laptop is unsteady on his lap, mainly due to his squirmy legs and lack of grip on it as his right hand is buried in your hair. his cheeks are flushed red, the short and quick breaths he takes making the lenses of his glasses all fogged up.Â
he glances down, watching your head bounce up and down over his lap, his cock comfortably nestled in your warm mouth. right at that moment, mark can't believe what he's experiencing, while being also very satisfied with the turn of events.Â
he looks back at the screen of his laptop, still thinking he can get some more work done, but he's way too out of breath and unfocused to do that. he's got to admit your lips feel just too heavenly around him.Â
"fuck..." he exhales, throwing his head over the seat of the couch behind him.Â
he stares at the ceiling, simply enjoying this orgasmic moment that may not happen very soon again â maybe in a few days if he's lucky. you were hard to convince, so insanely difficult, but he managed to sweet talk you into it.Â
the thing is you're so shy that doing anything sexual makes you uncomfortable and so fucking flustered, but on top of that, you're someone who follows the rules to the letter. if the bibles tells you sex before marriage is a sin, well you sure will not touch mark until the church says so.Â
mark doesn't judge you for being a firm believer, he's one too. however, he's never been the kind to not do what he wants, sin or not.Â
the times where he puts his boner against your ass in the morning are not rare, nor are the times where he palms your cunt over your tight jeans, but that's all you let him do, and not without a scold of his name. so your mouth sucking him off is practically a miracle, and he thanks god for it because he never thought this would happen anytime soon.Â
his music plays in his ear, one earphone fallen off as he was throwing his head back against the cushions of the couch. he passes his long fingers through your hair, a low groan escaping his mouth, feeling his balls tightening the more your lips glide along his hard cock, shining in spit.Â
"doing so good for me, baby," mark moans and he tilts his head to watch you, your pretty eyes already looking up at him. he's not able to hold back his grin, liking the sight of you sucking his dick off â loving seeing you willingly do such a sinful thing just for him. just because he asked you to. "such a good girl."
you look away, as if ashamed, but still continuing to bob your head over him, even hollowing your cheeks like he told you to earlier. you learn so fast, it's a shame you never wanted to practice your skills until today. but mark won't complain, he's in heaven right now.
#pls tumblr pls pls let my fic show up in the tags#nct smut#nct x reader#nct imagines#nct 127 smut#nct dream smut#mark lee x reader#mark lee smut
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roses [j.jh]
MDNI, 18+
SUMMARY | think i should text my ex (fwb)? what happens when jaehyun sees his ex-fwb with another guy?
PAIRING | ex fwb!jaehyun x afab!reader (with reader x jungwoo)
CONTENT | ex fwb to ?, college!au, unprotected sex (on pills), oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, creampie. (probably more that i missed but its just smut)
WORDS |Â 4.3k
A/N | im so bad at giving summaries but itâs basically roses by jaehyun :D not proofread
you knew how to get under jaehyunâs skin. well, not on purpose, but he sure as hell was sending daggers in your direction as he saw you all cozied up with a tall blond-haired guy at his frat party. jaehyun scoffed as he took a sip out of the red cup in his hand. how dare you bring a boy into his house in the first place.
jaehyunâs gaze never left you as you laughed at something the french fry guy said. âbet itâs not even funny.â he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as you placed your hand on the guyâs arm.
âdude, what is the matter with you?â mark pulled him out of his trance, hitting him lightly on the arm. his best friend followed his gaze and smirked when he figured out what he was so worked up about. âisnât that y/n? didnât you use to date her?â
âwe did not date.â jaehyun moved his sight to glare at the younger boy instead. âi could care less about her.â
âcouldnât.â mark corrected him with a cheeky smile, âbut you already knew that, so iâm guessing you do care a tiny bit.â
you and jaehyun met at university when you were freshmen. you accidentally walked into the wrong room at your first college party when a certain someone was changing out his clothes and flashed you with his penis on your first week. you screamed and ran as fast as you could. moments later, mystery penis guy found you amidst the crowd and apologized profoundly, which left you confused because you were so sure you should be the one apologizing. nonetheless, you both decided to put it behind you and start fresh.
âjaehyun.â mystery penis guy introduced himself to you while handing you a red cup that was most likely filled with booze.
ây/n.â you accepted his cup, inspecting it. âyouâre not trying to drug me because i saw your dick, right?â
jaehyun laughed, and you smiled as he shook his head. that was the beginning of a new friendship.
until during your sophomore year, you were drunk crying over your ex, and you had jaehyun over because you needed a friend. he was awkwardly trying to pat your back while trying to keep a distance between the two of you. donât get him wrong, he found you attractive as fuck, and he would fuck you the moment you let him. but he was somehow scared to ruin the year-long friendship between the two of you, so he never acted on what his dick and heart told him to.
this night was different, though; you were vulnerable and needed to feel better about yourself. âhe said i couldnât suck dick properly!â you whined, which made jaehyun freeze. âwho breaks up with someone over that!â
jaehyun had to fight every bone in his body not to jump on you and kiss the living hell out of you. he felt apologetic that you were crying over a dumbass, but he couldnât help but find you cute. your cheeks flushed, makeup messy with tears. you looked perfect. âi think thatâs what they call an ick.â he tried lightening up the mood, but this just made you glare at him.
âiâll bite your dick off.â you punched his arm, which did little to no damage.
âouch, is that what you did while you were sucking his?â he rubbed his arm, but had the biggest smile on his face.
âyouâre not helping!â you covered your face with your hands.
jaehyun didnât know what possessed him then; he spoke without thinking about his words. âi could teach you a thing or two about givingâŠâ he immediately regretted what he was offering. he coughed before ending his sentence, looking everywhere around the room but at you. he let his dick do the talking as if you were stupid enough to agreeâ
âteach me.â
needless to say, you knew how to suck dick (even a few pointers on how to kiss and fuck) that night.
jaehyun tried to pull his eyes away from you as you whispered something in the guyâs ear before disappearing into the crowd and heading upstairs. now he was frustrated. you ended your year-long arrangement just merely two weeks ago, and you have already found someone new? you just moved on and had enough. god, he sounded so pathetic; he got it bad.
-Â
you lay in bed that night, chewing on your lip as you scrolled through your phone. you just left the party an hour ago after sleeping with another man. you felt weird. like what you did was wrong, but you couldnât exactly point out why.
as if the universe decided to play tricks on you, your phone vibrated in your hand. the contact âPLS DONT ANSWERâ on full display. you glanced at the time to see it was 2 am. you ran your fingers through your hair and sighed. closing your eyes, your finger swiped to answer the call.
âyou answered?â his voice echoing through the phone, surprised you picked up the phone.
âdonât make me regret it.â
âi saw you today.â
â⊠okay?â you knew he saw you. in fact, you made sure he saw you with jungwoo, aka the guy you fucked an hour ago.
âwith another guy.â mission success. you were being petty, but you were doing it for a reason (so you convinced yourself).
the very reason you broke off your arrangement with jaehyun was because you saw him with another girlâs tongue down his throat in a not-very-discrete section in the library two weeks ago. you could tell he enjoyed it by the way his hands were firmly gripping her ass. the sight made you sick to your stomach.
your agreement was strictly for physical reasons â you fucked, nothing more and nothing less. you were good friends who were having fantastic sex.
you don't know why the thought of him sleeping with other girls upset you. you both agreed to keep it physical. no strings attached, especially since you're both juniors and have to focus on finishing your degrees. yet why did it bother you he was out kissing girls?
âcongrats, you can see.â you cringed at your attempt to seem like a cool girl.
âcut the bullshit, y/n.â jaehyun rolled his eyes even though you couldnât see him. âyou broke up with me, then you slept with somebody else just two weeks after?â
âi wasnât aware we had a relationship that even allowed us to break up.â you opened your eyes. realizing how long you last talked to jaehyun, you hated to admit that you missed the sound of his voice.
âcalled it off, ghostedâwhatever you call it! you know what i mean.â
âi did not ghost you.â practically mumbling against the phone.
âa text saying âlet's stop thisâ is not an explanation, y/n. plus, that's besides that point!â
âi really don't want to talk about this right now, jaehyun.â
âfine. meet me tomorrow at the cafĂ© you like at 2 pm.â and with that, he hung up on you.
-Â
jaehyun sat in an easy-to-spot area at the cafĂ© you loved. how did he know? because you used to have little study dates in this very coffee shop (if you could even call it a date). his heart was beating out of his chest. he didnât know why his heart was beating so fast while he anticipated your presence. maybe he drank too much caffeine? he shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. he wanted to believe that was the reason why he could not sit still.
the tiny bell at the front door rang, indicating a new customer. the sound made jaehyun whip his head up. there you were. a brown coat hugging your body, your hair in one of those clamps that held it up neatly. you were in the most basic clothes, yet you looked so beautiful. jaehyun smiled at the sight of you until he saw a dozen roses you had in your hands, the smile was replaced with a slight frown.
âhi, jae.â you breathed out, taking a seat on the empty spot in front of him. placing your belongings on the table, which included the bouquet that jaehyun was glaring at.
âaww, y/n, you didnât have to.â jaehyun took the bouquet from the table to inspect it, trying to catch a glimpse of a card with the sender's name on it.
âshut up.â you mumbled, snatching it from him. cheeks heating up, you avoided his gaze.
âiâm assuming it's from lover boy last night?â jaehyun huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. he looked absolutely silly right now.
âitâs none of your business.â you fought back. leaning against your seat, âwhyâd you want to see me anyway?âÂ
âi didnât.â he lied through his teeth, but you didnât know that. âi just think i deserve some kind of explanation as to why our,â he paused to think how he would label your relationship, âfriendship ended.â
âyouâre so annoying.â glaring at him, you contemplated why you even showed up in the first place.
âyou love me.â he grinned at you, flashing his damned dimples, to which you let out a snort. âwas he better than me?â
âvery much.â you smiled as he lost his grin. âbigger too.â
âweâre telling lies now?â jaehyun raised his eyebrow. âyou said your shit ex had a big dick, too, so i don't really trust your judgment.â you chewed your lip in annoyance, wanting to slap his irritatingly beautiful face.
âasshole.â
-Â
it had been a week since your last interaction with jaehyun. your little cafĂ© meet-up didnât lead to anything as you still refused to tell him why you no longer wanted to see him. you would be lying if you said you had not thought of him at all. you missed him.
in the midst of doing your university work, your phone buzzed, a text message popping up on the screen.
PLS DONT ANSWER: are u awake
you stared at the message, with no intention of replying.
PLS DONT ANSWER: busy fucking french fry boy?
PLS DONT ANSWER: what position he got u in
you rolled your eyes at his last message. truth be told, jungwoo gave you the flowers as an apology. he apologized for sleeping with you that day, telling you how he was drunk and not over his ex, and he hoped that you would not take it the wrong way. you felt incredibly stupid and annoyed at how even in your attempt to forget jaehyun, you still failed.
the phone rang a few seconds later, but this time, you didnât pick up. not knowing what to say to him. missing the call, he didnât send anything after, making your heart sink.
you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to keep things physical between the two of you. although there were moments when it would seem like you two were a couple, you knew he would never like you like that. he was jeong fucking jaehyun for fucks sake. he could have any girl he looked at if he wanted to. you hear how women talk about him in the bathrooms, most of them very lewd. everyone wanted a taste of him. you couldn't blame them, even after having a taste of him, you still craved and came back for more.
a knock on your apartment door pulled you out of your trance. curious, you stood up to open it. there at your door was one very soaked jaehyun with a flowerâthat looked like it was picked out of a bushâin hand. his white shirt sticking to his chest, giving you a very slight peek of his toned body which gave you flashbacks to the nights you would spend together.
âjaehyun,â raising a brow, âwhy are you soaking wet?â you were sure there was not any weather forecast about rain tonight.
âit was raining andââ jaehyun let out, catching his breath, âwanted to see you.â pushing what looked like a rose in your direction. âhere.â
eyeing the rose, you carefully scanned his face as you took it from his hand. you stepped aside to let him in your apartment. he stepped inside, careful of spreading rainwater all over your place. âstay here, iâll get you something dry.â turning away from him, you walked towards your bedroom with your thoughts all over the place. why was he here? what was this rose about? and why did he look so fucking hot?
with a clean sweatshirt (that you were pretty sure was his) in hand, you walked back into the living room where you were greeted by jaehyunâs bare back faced to you as he looked at the pictures you had hung around. you bit your lip at the sight. feeling sparks shoot throughout your body.
you cleared your throat, which made jaehyun spin around to face you, shooting you a smile. you extended your arm to hand him the sweater, but he grabbed your arm instead and pulled your body against his. he was hugging you. you froze in place as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, feeling him inhale against your skin.
âmissed you.â feeling him mumble against your skin, âit was killing me knowing thereâs someone out there buying you roses.â
âjaehyun, are you drunk?â placing your hands against his bare chest to push him away and look him in the eyes.
he shook his head, âiâm not. iâm serious, y/n.â he took a step closer to you, âwhy do you not want me anymore?â his breath fanning on you, lips dangerously close to yours, making you feel hazy.
âyou know thatâs not true.â your voice was so tiny he barely heard what you said. his hands landed on your waist, rubbing on it softly.
âtell me what i did wrong, please.â his voice soft.
âjaehyun..â you warned, feeling him close the gap between the two of you, to which you shut your eyes as you waited for the soft feeling of his lips. but it never came, so you opened your eyes to see him staring at you with a teasing smile on his lips. you glared at him, scoffing. you pushed him away, chucking the sweater at him before retreating and heading to your bedroom.
you heard him call out for you. feeling your cheeks burn from embarrassment. you were about to slam the door behind you, but his strength prevented you from doing so.
âgo home, jaehyun.â you sternly said, wanting to bury yourself under the covers. you walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge.
âif you wanted a kiss that bad, you could have just asked.â jaehyun welcomed himself into your room. standing a few feet away from you, this time with the sweater you gave him on your body. he has been in your room plenty of times, so he has grown very familiar with where you keep everything.
âmaybe iâll ask jungwoo instead.â lie. but he doesnât know that. crossing your arms against your chest. not missing the way his eyes fell on your exposed chest. you were wearing a tiny tank top and lounge shorts since you were just planning on studying all night.
ânot fucking funny.â he walked over to you, stopping in between your legs before cupping your face with his hand. âmaybe i should remind you who you belong to.â his words making you dizzy.
âi donât belong to anyone.â you reminded him which made his eyes turn dark; he licked his lips, scanning your face. a sadistic grin forming on his face. he could tell you were trying to convince yourself of what you said, too.
âi thought you were supposed to be smart, princess.â he said, leaning down and planting his lips on yours. the kiss was hungry with the intention of reminding you of what you have been missing. you reciprocated his passion, arms flying to wrap around his neck. his tongue glided over your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth, exploring your mouth, making you moan lightly. his other hand sneaked down to your clothed core and cupped it, which made you gasp and pull away from the kiss. âlook at you, already so wet, and i havenât even done anything.â
âyeah, and if you donât do anything about it soon, you know who iâll call.â teasing him, but he wasnât having any of it. he grabbed you by your thighs, which you instinctively wrapped around his waist. he laid you down on the bed, your head against your pillows. in a swift motion, your shirt and shorts were pulled away from your body and discarded somewhere in the room.
âI canât believe you let that asshole touch whatâs mine.â jaehyun groaned once he took in the mouthwatering sight in front of him. his intense gaze made you lose all your tough facade, wanting nothing more than to be engulfed by him. he climbed in between your legs, leaning down to kiss you once again, but this time, it was more passion than hunger, savoring your taste.
âiâm not yours.â you whispered against his lips, and you could tell he had enough of your teasing.
âiâll make you want to be mine.â kissing your jaw, leading down to your neck (making sure to suck on the spot he knew you loved), your chest before engulfing your nipple with his mouth. you whimpered as he sucked on the sensitive bud, his other hand circling the other nub with his thumb and index finger. his tongue exploring every inch of your tits, making you squirm under his touch. your hand flew up to his hair, lightly tugging on it, feeling the slickness from the rain. he pulled away from your chest after flicking his tongue against your nipple one last time. he sat up, grabbing the hem of his sweater and pulling it off him.
you bit your lip at the sight of his toned chest that you absolutely loved. you loved that he took care of himself in every way, especially his body. catching your gaze, he smirked. he, too, loved his own body.
jaehyun pressed a quick kiss on your lips before he went down on your body. your pussy in his face, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pressing soft wet kisses against your skin. âgod, you smell fucking amazing.â
âjaehyun.â you cried out as he licked your wet folds. your hips thrusting, trying to get more, but his arms held you down. pressing a tiny kiss on your clit, his tongue darted out, licking your entrance, lapping around the area. moans spilling from your lips as he fucked you with his tongue. his hand sneaking around to rub your clit, which made you curse his name. âoh my god!â arching your back at the sudden sensation.
âmine.â jaehyun grunted against your pussy, retracting his arm from your thigh, circling around to glide his fingers up and down your folds. âmy pussy.â he said before inserting two fingers into your hole, making you gasp. his fingers easily slide in and out of you due to your wetness. the entire room fills up with the sounds of your pussy squelching as he continued to finger you, curling his fingers ever so often, which drove you insane. he attached his lips to your clit, sucking on the sensitive nerve as he continued the motions with his fingers.
âfuck, jaehyun, i canâtââ you barely got the words out as he inserted a third finger, making you gasp, and grip the sheets beneath you. your legs attempted to close but his grip on it prevented you from doing so. you felt the familiar coil gather in your stomach.
âsay it, say youâre mine, then iâll let you cum.â his breath fanning against you, fastening his pace as he fucks you with his fingers.
âmhm, fuck! iâm yours, jae.â your hips bucked upwards as you felt your orgasm coming. âplease, let me cum.â
âsee, was that so hard?â jaehyun rubbed your clit with his thumb, pushing you over the edge. you screamed out his name, body trembling as you came hard on his fingers. the sight of you arching your back went directly to his dick, hardening against his pants. he pulled his fingers out easily, covered in your cum. he sat up, bringing his fingers to his mouth. âso sweet, so pretty.â licking his creamy fingers clean.
chest heaving as you tried to recover from your high. you met jaehyunâs gaze, seeing him already staring at you. your eyes darted down, seeing his cock begging to be free from his jeans. arm extending, you palmed him through his jeans, hips bucking to meet your touch. âtake it off.â
âeager to finally get good dick?â jaehyun smirked, undoing the buttons of his pants.
âget out.â
âtaking my pants off right now.â he slid out of his jeans and boxers, cock springing out and bouncing off his stomach. your mouth watering at the sight. your hand reached out to grab his shaft, pumping it before gliding your fingers over the slit, spreading the precum that was leaking out. âfuck, baby.â he moaned, rutting his hips to meet your hand. âyou look so good holding my cock.â
âiâd look even better when you finally fuck me with it.â frustration crept up your voice which made him chuckle. he grabbed hold of your hand, holding your wrists above your head while his other hand guided his cock towards your entrance.
âno one will fuck you as good as i do.â ramming his cock into you without warning. the sudden contact made you yelp, wanting to grab hold of him, but his grip on your wrist prevented your movement. âwhat a dirty little slut. remember, this fucking pussy is mine.â his thrusts were intense, his words laced with venom as he relentlessly fucked your cunt. you could barely let out your words as your breath kept getting knocked out of you.
âo-oh god, jae.â jaehyun was absolutely losing it at the sight of you crumbling beneath him. the pretty noises that were coming out of your mouth were like music to him. sweat trickled down your body as he increased his pace. he let go of your wrists, and your hands flew to grip his shoulders. he grabbed your thighs, pushing them close to your chest. his cock perfectly hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.
âyou feel so fucking good.â his hands reached out to pinch your nipples, making you curse out his name. âyou take my cock so fucking well.â you rolled your hips out to meet his pace, leggings shaking from him as he hit all the right spots. your reactions were fueling him even more; he pulled his cock out entirely before slamming it back into your pussy. he gripped your waist as your back arched from the intense sensation, moans getting louder. âyou like that, huh? remember who owns you, pretty girl. not that fucking jungwoo, me.â
tears sprang to your eyes from the immense pleasure. not being able to speak coherently, you nodded at his words. nails digging into his shoulder blades as you felt your second orgasm forming in your abdomen. he leaned down, burying his head in your neck, placing kisses on your skin as he continued to rock his hips into you. âiâm so close.â you managed to moan out, legs wrapping around his waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
âshit,â jaehyun pulled away from your neck, watching as your tits bounce from his trust, his hand snaked up your clit, rubbing it which built up the pressure in your stomach even more. âcum for me, baby.â his thrusts getting sloppy as he felt his own orgasm creep up.
âoh my god!â you cried out as your insides exploded from pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock as you came.
the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock brought his orgasm out. his warm cum leaking inside you. âso fucking beautiful.â he groaned, pulling his cock out. your mixed cum spilling out of you. he collapsed beside you.
breaths heavy, you closed your eyelids, wanting to doze off for the night, feeling jaehyunâs arms wrap around you. peeking at him, but his eyes were already trained on you.
âhi.â you whispered.
âbe mine.â he mumbled, pulling your body close to him.
âwhat?â looking at him in disbelief.
âbe mine, y/n, be my girlfriend.â he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. you knew jaehyun was not one to do relationships. this was one of the reasons why you agreed to keep it physical in the first place. hearing the word girlfriend from his mouth was indeed a new experience, especially since he was saying it to you.
âis my pussy that good?â you giggled.
âyes.â he placed a kiss on your forehead, âand i want to be yours. only yours, and i want you to only be mine.â
âwill you stop making out with other girls in the library if i say yes?â
âin the libraâ? is that why you left!â he looked at you in shock, âiâm so sorry, i didnât know you saw that. i promise you she meant nothing to me. i donât even know her name.â
âwow, that makes me feel so better.â sarcasm rolling off your tongue.
âwhat about you and that blond bitch! who does he think he is giving you flowers. i fucking hate him.â he sulked, making you snort and laugh. ânot funny. i cried, true story.â
so you explained to him what the reason behind the flowers was. his cocky ass got even more cocky when you admitted that it was your attempt to forget him. but you had the last laugh when you found out that even his friends could see that he was miserable without you. you eventually did give him an answer to his previous question, you indeed wanted to be his.
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tits vs. ass
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everything is consensual ofc , nipple play , ass play , sucking , licking , biting , spit , hickeys , marking , titfucking , lot of pet names , just a lot of ass and tit play okay... requested here !
âàŒâ§âË. mark lee is 100% an ass guy.
something about a round plump ass that just makes mark feel light headed. as you lay on your tummy, only a tank top and panties covering you body, mark thinks he's gone to heaven. you feel warm hands grip your ass, before you're flinching out of his grasp. "ouch, mark lee no biting!" he lets out a silly laugh, softly rubbing the bitten area. "sorry pretty girl, just look so good." you giggled as he peppers kisses along your ass, moving up your back. he presses his lips against your shoulder, lightly biting the skin before planting a kiss to your cheek. you let out a soft moan of mark's name as he presses his clothed length against your ass, a hiss leaving his lips at the friction. he looks down where the arch of your ass meets his bulge. "fuck baby, think i can finish just like this."
âàŒâ§âË. huang renjun loves a good pair of tits.
if it was up to renjun you'd be shirtless 24/7. he can't help but keep looking over as your nipples perk up past the thin fabric of your tank top. he feels his mouth water watching you with no bra, completely oblivious to what you're doing to him. heâd shuffle closer to you, hands running under your shirt landing on your tits. you giggle, goosebumps rising on your skin as his cold hands caress your breasts. "lost something there junnie?" he'd place himself in between your legs, pulling your shirt up to reveal your tits, "i think i did actually, yeah, something over here." he'd dive down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, his free hand coming up to pinch at the other. you look down to see his cheeks flushed, a light pop noise leaving his lips as he detaches from your nipple, a wide smile spread across his lips, âi donât think iâve found it just yet, let me keep looking.â
âàŒâ§âË. lee jenoâs favorite position is doggy style for a reason.
jeno's always ready to flip you over after a make out session. strong hands gripping your hips to turn you over. you wiggle out of his grasp, crawling away, pressing your back against the headboard. your giggles don't amuse him, only earning you a quick head tilt from your boyfriend. a small yelp leaving your lips as he grips your ankle pulling you back towards him. "aren't you so silly my pretty girl, try that again and see what happens." you don't even have time to consider his offer before he's flipping you over, pulling your core towards his bulge, a low groan leaving his lips at the contact. you turned your head to look back at him, his lips stuck in between his teeth, eyes focused straight on your ass. his hands moved past your hips to push you shorts and panties to the side, cool air hitting your wet heat. a hiss leaves your lips as he lands a harsh slap on your ass. "ass looks so good in these shorts baby, these are staying on."
âàŒâ§âË. lee donghyuck would frame your tits on a museum wall.
"shittt baby, fuckkk me, stick your tongue out, fuck, yeah like that." a smile spreads across your face as you open your mouth, tongue coming out to touch hyuck's tip every time his leaking cock slides along your tits. he thinks he might lose his mind seeing your small hands press your breasts together against his length, shiny from a mix of fluids. his hands come up to pinch your nipples, a small moan leaving your lips at the feeling. he was relentless, small whines leaving his pouting lips, cheeks flushed, and eyebrows scrunched in concentration as he watched you below him. "baby, i swear if you could see yourself right now, fuck, open your mouth, justtt like that, so pretty baby."
âàŒâ§âË. na jaemin thinks you're a goddess, your ass and tits get equal love.
"jaemm how much longerr, it's starting to get sore!" you'd feel a light slap on your inner thigh, a quiet yelp escaping your lips at the shock. "stay still princess, i'll tell you when i'm done." you try to turn your head, catching a glimpse of your boyfriend as he attaches his lips to the skin of your ass. light purple bruises forming under his puckered lips. you'd hear him chuckle to himself after each bite, his teeth marks still evident in your skin. he'd quickly rush to quiet your whines, a light kiss on your swollen lips, then another on your cheek, and another two on your eyes. quiet shushes leaving his lips when he looks into your teary eyes, "shhh, my sweet baby it's okay. just a little more hm? i haven't even started on your tits yet."
âàŒâ§âË. zhong chenle loves your tits, he says it's cause they're close to your heart ofc.
you tap the front of the shirt you're wearing, a small giggle coming from inside of it, "you done in there?" you'd see your shirt move against your boyfriends head as he shakes his head no, his hair tickling your chest. "lele you promised to stay still. all you've done is move around under there!" "you asked me a question! how else was i supposed to respond!" you looked down to see him peek up at you from the top of your shirt, a confused look on his face. "i don't know? maybe responding with your mouth like a normal person?" you poked your shirt again trying to get your point across, your complaints are quickly silenced as you feel chenle's tongue glide past your nipple, a shiver running down your spine. his mouth lightly sucking on the bud as his other hand comes up to rub the other, a light chuckle leaving his lips. you look down to see him through the top of your shirt, a smirk spread across his face "you want me to use my mouth? hm princess?"
âàŒâ§âË. park jisung clearly did not get breastfed enough as a kid, why is your tit always in his mouth.
"ji baby, my nipple's getting sore." you push his head away a thin line of spit connecting his lips to your swollen bud. "hm?" his large hands coming up to rub his sleepy eyes. he lifts himself from his position on top on you, shifting his focus to lay on the other side of your chest. he settles himself, free hand moving to hold the breast he was just focused on, lips parting to taste your fresh nipple. he hums in approval a small smile spreading on his lips as his eyes flutter shut again, breath soft against your chest. you run your fingers through his hair a light giggle leaving your lips as you watch your boyfriend, "ji, that doesn't mean you can just go to the other one." a hiss leaves your lips as his hand pinches your swollen nipple. jisung's sweet sleeping face still suckling on your other nipple, "be quiet y/n."
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NEED MORE BF MARKKK
bf! mark would be so, so easy to love effortlessly.
Just imagine the way heâd show up on your first dateâa little nervous but doing his best to hide it with that signature easygoing smile. Heâd bring a hoodie or jacket for you âjust in case it gets cold,â with that mix of boyish charm and thoughtfulness that makes your heart race. Might overdo it with the cologne ngl... but it's unbelievably endearing.
"Jeno. Smell this."
Jeno snorts, pushing it back. âDude, Iâm not smelling your sweatshirt.â
âCome on, man. Just smell it.â Mark insists, wiggling the fabric at him.
With a sigh, Jeno brings it to his nose and takes a cautious sniffâthen immediately recoils, gagging and waving his hand in front of his face.
âBro, did you dunk this in cologne?â He gasps, holding it at armâs length. âSheâs gonna need a gas mask just to survive.â
Mark frowns, glancing at the sweatshirt. âI thought it needed a couple spraysâŠâ
As things get more serious, heâd make a habit of sending you little surprises that show heâs thinking of you. Youâd find a random playlist from him waiting in your messages one day, labeled âFor youâ with the one giggling emoji, filled with tracks he thinks youâd love. Heâd stay up late making it, mulling over how youâll react to each song.
Heâd invite you to hang out with his friends one weekend, blending you seamlessly into his life. When youâre there, youâd see his quiet, protective side come outâheâd stay close to you, keeping an arm around the back of your chair or brushing a hand over your shoulder to make sure youâre comfortable. He might not even realize heâs doing it, but everyone would notice the way he softens around you, the way heâs always got a careful eye on you, ensuring you're having a good time. If you so much as shiver, heâd immediately offer his jacket with a shy, âHere, just take it, okay?â
And if he sees that youâre having a rough day, he wouldnât ask too many questions or push you to talk; heâd just show up with your favorite drink or snack, a hoodie, and some silly videos heâs saved just to see you laugh. When youâre ready to open up, heâd listen so intently, holding your hand, never interrupting.
When heâd kiss you, it would start out gentle, with him leaning in a little slowly, his eyes flicking to yours to make sure to watch how dazed you become when he gets so close. His lips would be soft, barely brushing against yours at first, before heâd press in a little deeper, savoring the feeling. Heâd hold your face in his hands or let his thumb trace along your jaw, taking his time. He might laugh softly into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist to pull you closer or just hold your hips, rubbing slow circles on your skin or squeezing if you make any kind of sound. God, hearing you hum or moan during a kiss would absolutely drive him insane.
"Just like that," he'd mumble, "I love the pretty sounds you make for me."
"You like it when I kiss you there?" and if you didn't answer, he'd let his hips hover, not giving you what you want.
"How about this?" A kiss on your shoulder, "Hmm?" another on your chest, "Is this okay?"
"Shit, baby, c'mere." if you've been kissing anywhere but his lips for too long, he always finds himself craving them.
His lips would be anywhere, on the corner of your lips, on your cheek, your jaw, your neck... fingers trailing on your waist and squeezing your flesh. I feel like he's on the shyer side when the two of you are doing mindless tasks or around friends, but for some reason, when he's so wrapped up in you in these private moments, he'd groan and whimper without restraint. There's a sliver of shyness left, a tell being his flushed skin and the way he'd bite his lips, but otherwise, he's giving you his all.
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golden hour | l.mk
âiâve got a really big problemâŠâ
đżnow playing: golden hour by mark
⯠summary: Markâs got a really big problem; you. The pretty neighbour that shares a bedroom wall with him. Youâre a night owl and youâre so loud and are youâŠlistening to his music whilst masturbatingâŠ? Fuck now heâs hard. Guess heâs got two really big problems.
⯠pairings: mark x fem!reader
⯠genre: neighbours, smut
⯠words: 2.3k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, masturbation, markâs a loser for the plot, very explicit details of sexual fantasies, reader uses she/her pronouns and female gendered terms, literally just mark being horny whilst reader gets off to his song.
Mark needs to move out. He doesnât know how much longer he can take the old run-down building his apartment is located in having no working elevator. If youâd have told him two years ago when he signed his dream music contract with a real record label that heâd be climbing six flights of stairs after a long week of work heâd have called you a liar. But thatâs what happens when people arenât listening to your music.Â
Maybe he's overreacting; the building isnât that terrible. It has its perksâlike the pretty view. And itâs usually quietâwell, it was until his lively new neighbor moved in. Mark might have thought of you as a perk when he first saw you, considering youâre exactly his type, so fucking beautiful. But youâre also so fucking loud.
You always seem to have something going onâplans, hobbies, parties, meetings, friends. Mark knows because the walls between you and him are thin, and youâre never quiet, never still. At first, he thought it was kind of cute, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realises heâs been so distracted by how attracted he is to you, heâs been letting your noisy lifestyle slide.
Itâs not like he wants to knock on your door and ask you to keep it down; heâs too worried youâd think heâs some kind of loser. Even at twenty-five, he still craves female validation like heâs a high schoolerâso heâs been putting up with the sleepless nights. Another reason why he needs to move asap.Â
The lack of sleep, combined with the endless stairs, has left Mark drained this past month. He can practically hear his sofa calling his name, can taste the cold bottles of beer that sit in his fridge as he reaches the top step. He may be a tad out of breath and a little sweaty but heâs got the weekend off and thatâs all he can think about. But unlike you, Markâs life is boring. The most exciting thing about his weekend is the idea of not having to climb his complexâs stairs until Monday.Â
Meh. He could dwell on the mundane schedule of his life for hours but he gets distracted. Distracted by his pretty little nightmare neighbour.Â
You're all dressed up in a tight gold dress that clings to every inch of your body. Your hair falls down your back as you lock your door, tucking the keys into the tiny clutch hanging from your shoulder.
Thatâs when you notice him too.
âOh, hey,â you greet him softly, offering a bright and friendly smile.Â
Mark returns it, his chest swelling. There's no denying youâre a beautiful girl. And although heâs overheard your phone calls about parties through the thin walls, and the hum of your hair dryer as you get ready for nights out, heâs never actually seen you in anything other than jeans and a t-shirt. Heâs never been given the opportunity to see you so dolled up, to notice the little love handles he can all of a sudden imagine himself gripping. He clears his throat and smiles wider.
âHi Y/NâŠyou look nice!â He compliments kindly, fingers fiddling with his own keys.Â
Nice?Â
The word replays in his mind. Heâs spent endless nights thinking about how beautiful you are and now heâs finally got to feed his craving of seeing you in tight clothes but the only word he can muster up is nice? Oh he hates himself.Â
But then he sees you blush at the comment, and he loves the way you purse your lips, trying to hide a shy smile. A part of him is annoyed that youâre blushing over something so simpleâhe thinks every man should be showering you with compliments, and you should expect more than nice. Still, thereâs something about the way you squirm from his words that has his cock throbbing.
He wonders if itâs because youâre attracted to him too. Itâs not completely out of the question. You know who he is, of course you do. You see each other in passing a lot but youâve also spoken on the day you moved in. Mark remembers it like it was yesterday.Â
He could hear you panting and cursing in the hall, hauling boxes up and down the stairs before he came out to help. You didnât recognise him at first, not until he was in your apartment setting boxes down.
Thatâs when you turned to him with wide eyes and a breathy, âoh wow, arenât you the dude that sang âGolden Hourâ?â
Mark started blinking at you like a deer in the headlights. Heâd never encountered a fan in person before, he had a small community online, but his music hadnât exactly been taking off like he planned. So you can imagine his surprise when his new (extremely attractive) neighbour knew one of his songs.Â
âThank you,â your soft voice breaks him from his memory, and moves his focus. âJust a night out with the girls, been a long week,â you sigh.Â
He wants to hear all about your long week, wants to be the one to make it betterâmaybe convince you to skip the girlsâ night and spend it with him instead. But he doesnât. He doesn't even let the thought linger for more than a moment before heâs nervously tapping his key against his thumb.
âWell have fun, and be safe,â he settles on tenderly.Â
You nod with a small smile, giving a gentle wave before turning to leave. He watches you until youâve rounded the corner, only then unlocking his door and kicking off his shoes with a sigh.
Mark grabs a bottle of beer from the kitchen, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. His entire apartment is dark and it reminds him of the loneliness heâs been feeling for the last six months. Mark never really thought about love and relationships before he met you. Sure, he likes to fool around as much as the next person, but heâs always been fine with being on his own. But you remind him of the lonely.Â
Heâs never longed for love and friendships but a secret part of him craves a woman by his side⊠craves the woman next door.
He wonders what itâd be like for you to be cuddled into his side as you watch a movie. Wonders if youâd laugh at certain parts and crane your neck up to pepper tender kisses to his soft lips. Mark squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, tries to rid the thoughts of you from his mind.
But itâs proven a little more difficult when he moves from the couch to take a shower and the water is running down his tense and naked body. He struggles to not think about you on your knees, touching his thick cock and kissing up his thighs.
He has to swallow back the lump in his throat and blinks away the urge to touch himself to the thought of you. He refuses to be that kind of guy. Heâs not that kind of guy. So he gets out the shower and does the only thing he likes doing â music.Â
Mark tries out new melodies on his guitar, humming broken lyrics and soft tunes heâll be sure to show his producer on Monday. After a while he catches sight of the clock on the wall and itâs already a little past midnight. After locking his doors heâs crawling into bed and ready to sleep; but then he hears something.Â
A soft giggle muffled from the wall behind his head.Â
Markâs fully aware the two of you share the same wall for your beds, rooms mirroring each other, but heâs never heard this kind of sweet giggle fall from your lips so late at night. He tries not to let the sound affect him, but thereâs only one reason why a girl like you could be giggling at this hour after a night out.Â
Youâve brought someone home? But Mark canât hear a manâs voice, not even the slightest grunt or groan of male muttering. He can only hear soft giggling slipping from his favourite pair of lips.
And then he hears a robotic voice announcing that the Bluetooth is successfully connected and he knows heâs about to hear your fuck playlist. The thought sends a thrill through his body and he knows heâs unlikely going to get any sleep tonight.
Heâs about to get up, to move to the sofa in the living room, to not be disrespectful and a perv by listening to you getting off, but he hears a familiar hammering of drums and a guitar muffled through the paper-thin walls and his eyes are bulging.
âGive me my A course, ice is so big like a glacierâÂ
Youâre giggling again and he can hear your body fall against the sheets of the bed â the bed thatâs very clearly pushed up against the same wall his is. It creaks under your weight, and Mark feels the wall tremble slightly as your bed frame knocks against his wall.
Heâs tried so hard not to be that guy, but his hand finds its way in his boxers before he can fully comprehend what heâs doing. Heâs rock fucking hard, red and veiny and he takes off his boxers, leaving him sprawled on his back, completely bare.
He hears your soft whimpers, can hear you hum in appreciation even over the buzzing of your vibrator and the thumping of his song. He doesnât know whatâs turning him on more; the fact that he can hear you getting off and moaning out, or that youâre listening to him while trying to cum.Â
Either way, his hand is wrapped tight around his thick length, thumbing over his oozing tip. He thinks of how you must be, how youâd look completely whilst naked and sprawled out on the bed for him. Mark imagines himself on top of you, kissing your perky tits he loves to think about and wrapping his lips around your swollen nipples. His mind feels like it can taste you on his tongue, can feel your dainty fingers tugging at his hair as he laps you.
âOh, shit,â you gasp loud enough for him to hear. Â
It makes him imagine your eyes rolling back when he finally fucks himself inside your tight little cunt, he visions the look of ecstasy on your face when your jaw would become completely slack and your body quivers for him. He knows youâd feel him deep in your stomach. He knows heâd be so big for you.Â
âFuck,â he slips out in a desperate pant.
Heâs completely breathless, tugging at his dick, spitting down on it to get it all wet for you. He knows youâre so much wetter on the other side of the damn wall, and that heâd rather be sinking into your wet pussy but his spit would have to do.Â
He throws his head back in his pillow, eyes shut tight, allowing his mind to work over time.Â
âFuck, Mark⊠I need it.â
Everything feels surreal, like heâs in his own personal heaven with a touch of hell. Youâre crying out for more, for him, begging for it deeper, harder, and he finds himself fucking into his fist just as desperately. Like his soft palm is your silky pussy.
Mark canât focus on anything other than your sweet fucking cries that sound otherwordly against his song. It makes him think about how much heâd love to record your moans, use them in his next song. But then heâd never be able to release it â because theyâre his to hear.Â
Itâs when the bridge starts that you really let yourself go, filthy fucking moans, the speed of the vibrator increasing, and God he wishes he could watch you right now. See you trembling and begging as the instrumental plays out loud and hard.Â
He canât handle it.
Gruff moans are slipping past his lips and he does nothing to try and conceal them. The muscles in his arm are burning but he fucks his cock harder, imaging what itâd be like to feel his balls slap against your ass as he pounds into you.
He can feel the coil tightening in his stomach, the way his cock starts to twitch. His imagination grows wild and filthy, every single fantasy heâs tried locking away to not be that guy now flooding his mind because youâre that girl.Â
That girl thatâs using his music to cum. That girl that wants to hear his voice as she gets off. That girl whoâs doing it with no shame, no guilt. That girl thatâs using him.Â
The thought takes Markâs mind to sinful places. âTake it,â he can hear himself seeth through gritted teeth. He imagines you begging for his cum, taking it like the good fucking girl you are.
âUgh, fuuckk Iâm cumming!â Mark cries out gruffly through strangled moans and he hears your screams follow.
Your bed is creaking louder than before and he knows your thighs have got to be trembling as you cum around your vibrator. Markâs hand and thighs are covered in thick ribbons of white arousal and when his eyes flutter open, through his blotched vision, he imagines seeing you kneeling between his thighs and licking it up.
Heâs completely fucked as he hears his song mellow out and you arenât moaning anymore. Instead, he can hear breathless little pants. He stays where he is for a second, eager to see what else he can hear. But thereâs nothing â only complete and utter silence.
Mark doesnât sleep the entire night. He canât. Heâs kept awake with the guilt of listening to his pretty neighbour. Or is it with the thrill of knowing it was his voice that got you off that's making him so restless?Â
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