#mark hard hours

[prodbymaui]

Aftermath — 이민형.

under the moonlight, you're all I need tonight

PAIRING: mark lee x gn reader

GENRE: lover duties

WORD COUNT: 1.1K+ words

WARNINGS: idol!mark, oral (mark receiving)

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend comes home exhausted, and your lover signal goes blaring. now you don't want anything other than to provide comfort and relief like he does to you.

A/N: just a little mark blurb, I wish someone is sucking him good every night especially when it's exceptionally tiring because he deserves it!

Everything had been hectic today. Mark’s schedule started at the ungodly hour of two in the morning, barely giving him time to wake up properly before rushing off to get his makeup done. From there, he was whisked straight to the KBS building for Music Bank’s pre-recording, which concluded around 5 AM. Instead of taking a breather, they moved immediately into filming content for a YouTube feature. No sooner had that wrapped than Mark found himself in a whirlwind jacket photoshoot for his new album. As if his day wasn’t packed enough, he went straight into the recording studio to touch up vocals for one of his tracks, only to head back to Music Bank again for the live broadcast. When that was finally over, his schedule dragged him back to the SM building, where he practiced with the Dreamies for a grueling two hours. And just when you thought his day might wind down, he ended it with a long meeting finalizing the details of his solo album.

By the time the door finally clicked open at midnight, your heart ached at the sight of Mark Lee shuffling in, his steps heavy and sluggish. His usually bright eyes were now nearly shut with sheer exhaustion as he wordlessly made his way to the bathroom. You watched him, your worry growing with each step he took. You didn’t even get the chance to remind him it wasn’t good to shower so soon after coming in. The words died on your lips as you were too caught up in observing the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of his day. It wasn’t news to you that your boyfriend had one of the busiest and most grueling schedules imaginable for an idol. Still, no matter how much you told yourself to expect it, you never quite got used to seeing him in this state—completely drained of the energy that usually lit up his every move.

Minutes later, when Mark finally emerged from the bathroom, he looked even wearier, if that was possible. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his clothes were sloppily thrown on, signaling just how little energy he had left for anything. He didn’t say a word as he trudged toward the bed, collapsing onto it without a second thought. It was hard to tell whether he hadn’t noticed you sitting nearby or if he was simply too tired to acknowledge your presence. Either way, you didn’t take it to heart.

Softly, you crawled into bed beside him, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. The gesture was simple but filled with all the love and comfort you wished you could give to soothe the ache of his day. You felt a quiet satisfaction when the corners of his lips curved upward in a small, unconscious smile.

“Tired?” You whisper against Mark’s ear, pressing yet another kiss.

Mark leans in to your touch, almost purring like a kitten getting pampered by his mom. But the tranquil comfort gets interrupted when your free hand slowly snakes its way down to the front of his sweatpants, resting on top of it just enough for Mark to feel your warmth through the fabric.

“Baby,” He mumbles, shuffling closer. “I can’t today, ‘m sorry.. So tired.”

The sigh coming out of his lips falls to deaf ear as your palm begins moving lightly along his hardening length. Mark hisses, hand threatening to grip the hem of your shirt. He relaxes a little eventually at your soft caresses on his scalp. Still, you could tell he’s in his thoughts again— by the way he’s unmoving in your hold and perform no reactions to your palm’s movements even in the slightest.

Therefore, you pull away from him. The fingers previously on his hair now sits gently on his cheeks.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything.”

With one last kiss on his lips, you slide downwards and meets the evident print of his cock. You trace it using your nose, grazing the pads of your lips if it catches, before tugging the bands to release his length. Using your spit as a makeshift lube, you watch how Mark’s body responds to your pumps of his cock, stimulating it all the while you move to lick along his balls. You nip lightly at his skin, just how he likes it. As expected, Mark exhales loudly, visibly more relaxed than earlier.

His whines pushes you to suck on one of his balls, fondling the other. Mark’s chest heaves up and down, your name slipping past his lips once or twice. The rim of your lips travels to his tip, sinking down to the base of his cock as you finally take him down your throat, providing Mark a pleasure he didn’t knew he needed at this moment.

“Fuck..” Mark sighs.

You bob your head, setting a steady pace that is not too much for you but is fast enough to bring Mark closer to euphoria. There’s no need of rushing things right now because none of this is about you. Tonight is all about Mark. Your ever hard-working boyfriend who shows nothing but competence, passion, and eagerness in everything he does. Your lovely boyfriend whose happiness is your happiness. It’s time to give back all the love he gave you in times you were in his position.

Mark’s arm covers his eyes as he pants, hips jerking involuntarily to thrust deeper in to your mouth. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, causing a choke from your end. It’s not a hinder to you as you recover immediately but Mark— God, Mark loves the feeling of you throat getting tighter as though it’s your pussy he’s fucking. He gasps, chasing the way it closes around him.

The more his high-pitched moans and desperate whines of your names escape his lips, the more your urge fuels inside you. You let your mouth moves on his length, letting him hit deeper and faster whereas your hand busies themselves traces the faint line of his abs and the other on his balls. You observe the way Mark’s face contorts at every movement from you until his fatigue finally melts as he releases down your throat, muttering sweet ‘thank you’s.

Licking the remaining drops of cum, you stretch a hand to the bedside and wipes down any saliva or cum left before returning the sweatpants back to where it is. After throwing the wet wipes to the trash can, you take a glance at Mark who’s already sound asleep before heading to brush your teeth and lays down beside him.

“You did so great today,” You peck his forehead, nose, and when your lips meet his, Mark wraps and arm around your waist— deepening the kiss before burying his face on your neck.

“Thank you, baby.” His hold gets a bit tighter. “Love you so much.”

[tddyhyck]

perv!mark who… [ l.mh ]

pairing ⇢ perv!mark x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ panty stealing, masturbation, food play, spit, tiddy obsessed mark

masterlist

perv!mark who steals panties every time he’s over or takes them off of you he has a growing collection in his car and his room

perv!mark who can’t get enough of your chest his lips constantly finding your nipples licking and sucking

perv!mark who sends you videos of him getting off moaning your name while he shakily films himself in front of the mirror groaning as he coats his reflection in cum

perv!mark who likes to drag cold popsicles over your skin creating goosebumps that he chases with his tongue

perv!mark who loves when you play with his hair but pulls your hands away before he can get hard

perv!mark who records your whines and whimpers and moans and then puts them in a song and he can’t help but touch himself while he’s working on it

perv!mark who blushes when anyone talks about sex but his brain is full of the dirtiest fantasies

perv!mark who accidentally calls you mommy

perv!mark who lays beneath you with your ass is in his face he has his laptop sitting on your back while you play on your phone and he secretly opens his albums flipping through your pictures and videos getting hard beneath you he toys with your cheeks pulling them apart to stare at your cunt up close dragging his fingers from your clit to your rim

perv!mark who would pay you to mail him your panties if you were going to be away from each other for a long time

perv!mark who “accidentally” catches you touching yourself but of course he doesn’t announce himself just watches in the shadows

perv!mark who leaves his shirt on you while he sucks on your nipples getting the white fabric sticky and wet

perv!mark who asks you to spit in his mouth

© tddyhyck

[neowinestainedress]

hi, is it okay to request mark breeding kink later if you have a free time? its up to you to make it as drabble or full fic. like both of them are ready to settle down and he intends to speed things up. he even tracks her ovulation period to make love intensely in that week and won't stop until her pussy ruined. another new day would start with her swollen pussy. thank you!

w!: unprotected sex (ofc), breeding kink, pregnancy talks, implied overstimulation

a/n: this turned out pretty soft and romantic overall, hope you like it!

You’re not surprised that trying for a baby meant to fuck a lot, but surely when you and Mark talked about it, you wouldn’t have expected him to be constantly over you. 

Truth be told, it shouldn’t be shocking, you know him for too long to act unaware of 1) his breeding kink and 2) his want to be a father. So it’s only obvious that as soon as you both felt ready for this big step, he’s not letting any opportunity go to waste. 

“Mark,” you chuckle when you feel his arms wrap around you, pushing you back into his chest while he presses his lower half against your ass. “Come on,” you giggle, turning your face back, squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation of his lips on your neck. 

“What? You’re ovulating,” he whispers against your ear. 

“Yeah, I don’t need you to tell me that,” you joke, rolling your eyes back. “Wait, are you keeping track of it?” 

Your boyfriend shrugs, kissing the corner of your lips. “I might, is that a crime?” 

You shake your head while chuckling, “No, but damn, you really want that baby.” You turn around, letting him push you against the countertop in the kitchen, biting your lips when you look down, his half-hard boner pressing into you. 

“Wasn’t it already clear enough?” 

“You surprise me a bit more every day,” you say, caressing his cheek and pulling him into a kiss. Mark doesn’t pull away from it when he lifts you up in his arms and walks swiftly to the bedroom, closing the door behind with a kick of his feet before he lays you on the bed. 

That was when you realized how truly deep into it Mark was, and to be honest, it just turned you on even more. There was something new about him and all of this that made your brain spin. Mark had never been so feral and needy. 

“Mark,” you breathe out weakly, back arching off the bed as he keeps fucking into you. “Too fucking much,” you mutter, eyes rolled back in pure bliss, and whole body trembling. 

“No, pretty, just once more. Gotta pump you full of cum, don’t you want that?” 

You nod weakly. “Yeah, want that, but, please,” you cry out, feeling the known sensation build up inside again.  

“Please, what? Only fucked you twice today,” Mark whispers as he quickly moves you so he can fuck deeper into you, your legs pressing flat against your chest while his body applies pressure on you, almost bending you in half. “I���m sure you can take more.” 

You whimper, nodding quickly as you feel another orgasm approach, but not quite sure of what Mark has in mind, you try to keep it in. It’s true that it’s ‘only’ your second orgasm but you two have been fucking like rabbits for a week now, and pretty much with only one goal in mind, so every fuck lead to at least three orgasms because he needed to be sure you were full of cum. 

His thrusts are fast, desperate even, and his moans are louder than usual. You have no idea how long it lasts, and only when his movements start to get messier, you realize that he’s close too. 

“Want my baby? Yeah, you’d look so pretty carrying my baby around, love. I just know.” 

You nod quickly, trying to open your eyes to meet his, melting on the spot when you do and see him look down at you with so much love and lust. “Please, Mark, please, breed me,” you beg, voice high. 

A soft smile curls his lips as he leans closer to kiss you, pushing your legs further down to fuck deeper into you. “You’ll make the best mom ever.” 

You feel like you’re overflowing when he comes inside you for the third time, lewd sounds of cum squelching out of you making your head spin as your orgasm ripples through your body, pussy squeezing hard around him until he can hardly move in and out of you. 

“Gotta make sure you keep it all in,” Mark groans, pumping into you another time before stilling inside your swollen pussy, keeping your hips up. “You okay?” Mark asks, still inside you, as he gently caresses your forehead. 

“Tired,” you smile weakly before sleep takes over you.  

You’re woken up in the morning by Mark’s dick rubbing between your thighs while his hand gently caresses your boobs and his lips leave gentle kisses on the back of your neck. 

“Mark?” You whisper, trying to shake off your sleep and turn around to see him. 

“Morning, babe,” he says, kissing your face, and moving his hips against you. “Can I fuck you or are you too sore?” 

You chuckle, shaking your head before humming. “I’m sore but I’m also horny, so why not. We gotta make the best of this, if our wish comes true, in a few months you won’t be able to have me this easily.” 

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[rjunswrld]

whatchu doin on the weekend?

mark

masturbation (riding solo), fantasies of reader, nipple play, boob kink, perv mark, switch mark implied but for now sub, broken innocent mark lee

mark would find himself by his bedside on his knees praying for forgiveness almost every night since he met you. those sinful touches lingering on his body touching him all over making him extremely sensitive he couldn't help the chill running down his spine letting you use him for your enjoyment as your hand worked his cock- focus mark, you're literally praying to god right now.

but how could he? how could he subside the memories of you on your knees in the bathroom of the holy church you both attended? not only that but with families outside, both of your families and anyone could walk in. cock deep in your throat as you pushed more and more of him in, the way you moaned around him with your tight throat closing in on him as your glossy eyes shimmered at his. although mark never admitted it to you, he was a boob guy, a huge boob guy any chance he got to ogle at your breast he'd do it and waste no time staring as if his life depended on it.

sitting so pretty in your sundress showing the perfect outline against them and that daring cleavage, he never wanted to shove his face between something so badly; you can only imagine how worked up he got once he was able to look at you from above, imagining all the nasty things he could do to them it never failed to make him cum quick.. he could physically moan at the way you controlled him in the most sacred place of them all.

"god, i feel so dirty." he groaned to himself keeping his eyes shut tightly trying to focus on seeking forgiveness in his repentance, though it wasn't working in his favor his mind couldn't help but travel back to you like a magnet. "forgive me.." he looked up to his ceiling before pushing himself off of his knees to collapse on his bed with a sigh.

he couldn't believe you could creep inside of his mind during his conversation with god, it was unbelievable and quite literally unbearable- unbearable because he couldn't stand the way you made him feel, he loved it, and no matter how exhausted he was he'd always find himself up late hours of the night fisting his cock with only your name falling past his lips. imagining the way you would innocently look at him as you sucked onto his balls, licking up his saliva- coated cock with a devious smile on your face.. you put him on the spot.

how you would kiss his neck making him produce sounds he didn't even know could press out of himself, your lips burning into his skin making him remember exactly where you pampered him, exactly how they felt when you placed them he couldn't help it, he couldn't help that you did this to him and he kept crawling back for more. he closed his eyes imagining you here with him in his room, running your hand lightly over his skin to tease; enough to have him arch his back into it.

unbuttoning his shirt to touch him even more without the thin material keeping you away from what you both wanted, lightly rubbing over his nipples earning a grunt from him— he was sensitive in areas that he didn't even know about until you stepped up and found it out for him, he was a bit embarrassed that he didn't know his own body all too well as you did, maybe this is what made the boy sin even more, cry out for you like you were his new found god.

he slipped his fingers into his mouth as he used the other to play with his nipples just as you would in the stalls of the boy's bathroom, licking them and circling them with your eyes focused on every reaction, every sound, and movement he gave you.

whining as he pinched them to his liking, letting his body move with a mind of it's own as he sucked on his two fingers with his brows furrowed and eyes shut reminiscing on the way you'd kiss down his chest, tummy, and pass his navel to his lower region only to give him more of your sinful kisses; so slow and enjoyable as he'd watch your head go lower and lower like you were enjoying this as much as him- and on a serious note you were! he was your addiction at this point. you broke the innocent obedient little mark who would've found you insane for doing this, praying hard that you'd cut it out and simply find god... but now, he was lost without you.

the stimulation he gave his nipples soon came to a halt as he dragged his hand down his body slowly, feeling his skin under his finger pads as he rolled his hips into the material of his clothing that covered his bottom, "please” subconsciously moaned to himself as his dick twitched in his sweats at the sound of your name coming out of him in such a whiny tone.

he opened his eyes to look down at his hand reaching to grope his clothed cock that wanted to be let free and played with, he sighed feeling himself cup and play with it he tried to drown out the pleas his right mind was screaming at him— wishing he'd do more to relieve the ache but he couldn't. if you were here with the horny boy you'd see how good he was for you, doing what you'd do to him and restraining from cumming so quickly to just enjoy the feeling that overwhelmingly grew over time.

"god-s-sorry."

he corrected as he fell into his touch, staring at how his hand was pleasing him in such a teasing manner; you corrupted him into being a tease, one day if you'd let him he'd get you back for it and show you how well you taught him.

"touch yourself for me mark.."

he let out a muffled groan at the loss of contact once he reached to pull his sweats down along with his boxers feeling his cock slap against his skin, he was so hard and worked up he wanted to swear at you for marking his mind with you.. pitching a camp in his mind filling it with all the dirty things you've done to him and left to imagine more, dick feeling how hard he was against the palm of his hand, using his thumb to swipe his slit making him arch his back beautifully.

he fed into the imagination of you dressed in nothing, exposing your golden brown skin to the boy who watched you approach him with heart eyes at your sultriness. that same devious smirk on your face as you wrapped your hand over his, moving his hand in an up and down motion letting out soft moan staring deep into your eyes.

he sobbed out as he began to pick up the pace of his fist, watching as you reached down to kiss his skin like always- god his imagination was playing tricks on him because he swore he could feel your soft plump lips coming in contact with him. "feels so good.." he whimpered as he threw his head back letting his fingers fall out of his mouth spreading his saliva to the corner of his lips but he didn't care.

"so good for me mark.."

feeling himself twitch with his balls tensing he felt like he was going crazy— no, he was certain he lost his damn mind.

the sound of your voice sounding so real he couldn't even think of stopping his hand from stroking his cock at such a pace, his stomach flexing slightly as he arched his back dramatically at the now sinful thought of your breast now corrupting any of his commonsensical thinking. "i want you s-so bad ___.." tears slipped from his eyes as he could only imagine himself selfishly fucking your breasts to reach his high that was pounding and pumping through his veins.

"fuck!" he whimpered as his thighs shook feeling himself reaching closer and closer to his orgasm, nothing on his mind but you and all parts of your body he desperately needed. the lewd and explicit ways he'd have your body was rushing through his mind- but that was it, it was all because of you.. he gets off at the thought of you in any way he possibly could, and the way mark lees mind works, well that's only for him to know and for you to find out.

"gonna cum f-for you.."

he cried out with his fist clenching down tighter with the image of you now riding his cock so beautifully, how your breast bounced along with you as you moaned his name out in such an alluring way "mark, mark, mark.." you chanted as you groped your breasts with him gasping for air as his face scrunched to show an expression that only were all too capable of seeing. "cum for me mark, cum for me."

"ah fuck, ___”

and as always your name is the last word he'd say once his cock spits out all the cum he could possibly milk out of himself... you really are the fucking devil.

⭐︎

[kpopscruggles]

can you write face sitting with mark lee pls 😞🙏🏻

12:30 am

“Babe can I ask you a question?” I turned to him before raising a brow. It was late and there was no idea what he was going to ask me. Putting my phone down I gave him my full attention as I saw him biting his bottom lip. He was always so mysterious when he asked questions because you never knew what he was gonna ask. It was kinda hot.

“What is it?” I added before seeing him still quiet which made me giggle “c'mon tell me..” I added once again bedire seejnd him smile. I watches as he placed his hand on my thigh. That's sneaky thing was about too ask something freaky…

“Do you think you could sit in my face?” he asked and I couldn't help but take a breath. The way he'd look so fucking hot lapping at my clit, being smothered by my thighs. I nodded at his words before I immediately pulled down my shorts.

I was definitely more eager than I thought and it made Mark nothing but grow excited as well. “You don't know how bad I've wanted this..” I added before placing myself above his head and letting him hook his arms behind my thighs.

Biting my bottom lip I placed myself right on his face, immediately having a moan leave my lips as I could feel him run his nose against my clit. I heard a small chuckle leave him before following with a long lick up my slit.

Moans began leaving me once he circled my clit “M-mark ~” I could already feel close to the edge, the texture of his tongue against my clit was enough too oush me close too the edge.

“Cum~ cum~” he whined before he began fucking me with his tongue. I could bear it much longer. My breaths got heavier and heavier as I felt a tingle run down my spine and a put grow in my stomach.

“T-there…” was all I could get out of my lips before my last words left me “FUCK!” I don't think I have ever moaned in such a filthy way. I could feel him take every drop from me too which only made me grow needier.

Lifting my hips for one moment u seen him lick his lips with a smile “again?”

[neowonderland]

Markhyuck threesome but it's them taking turns breeding you and betting on who's going to knock you up!

[4everhyucks]

pervert tutor mark and innocent y/n would go soo hard....

holy shit… this made me so 🥴

imagine opening the front door to welcome your tutor into your apartment. since your family is away on a trip, you’re all alone as you had to study for your finals. you were shocked when you met him for the first time last month, wondering how in the world someone this young and handsome had a masters degree in mathematics. “did you manage to finish the test sheet i gave you last week?” mark asks you right after sitting on the long couch in the middle of your spacious living room. “yes sir, here they are,” leaning across the coffee table to slide him the papers, unaware that your entire cleavage could be seen from his angle. mark didn’t even try hiding his obvious boner, “good girl, let’s work on algebraic number theory today, you’re kinda weak on that still.. come sit,” mark says, patting his thighs. its not the first time you’ve sat on his thighs, in fact, it had already happened on the second day of the tutoring session. your body jolts when mark snakes his big hands across your inner thighs, extremely close to your red zone. you feel your body heating up as he rests his chin on your shoulder, explaining the key points when solving the questions. mark tells you that he can spill a secret on how to memorise the formulas easier, and you beg him to let you in on that little secret. little did you know that there was no secret to begin with.

“since it’s top secret you can’t tell anyone got it?” you can only nod at his words. “but before that.. can you help me out on something?” you’re so desperate to know the secret you didn’t hesitate at all, so you find youself nodding again. that’s when he pushes you to the ground and tugs your face so close to his crotch by your hair. he grins as he unzips his fly, pulling you even closer, til your cheeks are flush against his cock, “c’mon, you’re a good girl right? suck me off and ill tell you everything you wanna know.”

[hwanchaesong]

☞🍹First Drink: He has lost himself in the sea of vodka and rum, so, why don't you do him the honor of bringing him back down here on earth. 🍸

🎧: The Weeknd - Alone Again

wc: 738

genre & warnings: angst (heavy lmao), fluff, comfort, mentions of being high and drunk, cursing, pet name, Mark is a celebrity but not an idol & reader is a normal college student etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The After Hours Bar series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

The loud bang of the door being harshly opened and shut jolted you awake, panicking for a second before you recognized the slurring voice of your fiancé.

You hurriedly went downstairs, worried for his well-being. It's unusual for him to come home drunk or high and cause a ruckus, and if it does happen, that means that something is bothering him.

"Mark?" you called, then you followed his humming, leading you to the kitchen, and there you saw his collapsed body on the floor.

Cautiously walking up to him, your hands went to his shoulders, and that seemed to wake him up from his misplaced slumber.

"Baby!" he mused, pulling you out of the blue, and that left you no choice but to stumble with him onto the tiled floors of your kitchen, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Mark." you plopped yourself up using your elbows, landing a palm over his chest that was heaving up and down steadily, "Is everything okay?"

His eyes shot wide open, gaze focused on you and it made you squirm, uneasy at his piercing glassy orbs.

"I'm tired of this bullshit." he mutters, devoid of emotion and you know that this is one of the nights where he's losing himself.

"Hm? Tell me more." you mumble, sitting up and gently cradling his head, putting it on your lap so he could be more comfortable.

He sighs in content, his mouth opening to speak whilst you tread your fingers in his inky hair soothingly.

"I am tired of people telling me what to do, how to act. It's like I'm only breathing for their satisfaction. I can't live with this fake life anymore."

He rambles and you listen, your heart aching at his hardships.

You will never fully understand the difficulties of being in the spotlight, as your life is as mundane as it could be.

You are a simple university student, studying hard to get your dream job that will pay for your expenses, born in an ordinary family and living in a medium-sized apartment.

He on the other hand is a famous guitarist and singer in a world-class boy band. He stands on top of luxury and stardom, and the pressure and expectations bring nothing but insanity.

That is where you come in, the normalcy in his hectic celebrity life, the main reason why Mark loves you so much.

You complete him in ways that no one else can. With you, he can say his inner, darkest thoughts and emotions without any doubts because he is secure in your presence.

Your hands went to his cheeks, massaging it tenderly before pinching it, making him whine in slight pain.

"Then rest here, breathe here, and live an honest life here with me." you say, and that's the only thing you can offer because there is no way you'd tell him to stop what he's doing.

Mark loves his job, you are well aware of that, so to give him advice about it is a big no no. That would be disrespectful for him and his ambitions.

This is the best option, to give him solace and joy when he needs it the most.

"I told you before, right?" you continue your mini speech of motivation for your beloved, "I am always here to support you. To make you feel safe. I am here to charge your battery when it's empty. After that, I'll let you go and have the time of your life performing."

"And if I get tired again?" he asks, his hands flying to wrap around your own.

"Then the cycle restarts. Come back home to me and I'll give you energy." you answered confidently, intertwining your fingers with his and resting it on his separate shoulders.

Appreciation fills Mark's heart, he would be lost if it's not for you.

"How will you do that?" he mused, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles.

You smile lovingly, leaning down and pressing a passionate yet soft kiss on his lips.

Beyond perfect, love personified is in the shape of you, and Mark wouldn't have it any other way.

You remind him of who he truly is, ground him back on earth when his mind flies a little bit too high, you heal his wounded heart and soul.

In this journey that he took, there would be times where he'll be left alone, but with you by his side, he's never lonely.

taglist:

@sunghoonsgfreal @yeosayang @shakalakaboomboo @mystverse

[gimmenctar]

livie o que você tem a dizer sobre mark com bigodinho arranhando na hora de uns amassos? 😩

essa ask me fez imaginar coisas tão estupidamente gostosas que eu precisei respirar fundo uns instantes.

o mark ctz sabe que isso te deixa fraquinha, então se ele já sabe que vai te encontrar, nem faz a barba. ele tbm fica ansioso pro momento de te beijar, porque adora como vc inspira fundo quando os lábios tocam os seus e vc sente arranhar de levinho.

ele arrasta o queixo e o bigode desde a sua orelha até o ombro entre beijos muito molhados, e vc geme sem conseguir controlar porque além disso, ainda tem as mãos dele. uma te segurando forte no quadril, te fazendo rebolar no volume (crescente) da bermuda dele, a outra te explorando inteira.

posso falar? no oral, ele perde a linha. distribui beijos provocantes pela sua coxa e virilha, ficando louco com a pele ficando avermelhada por causa dele.

olha, foda certas coisas.

[prodbymaui]

Labyrinthine. — 이민형.

taking up a good rush, don't try to fight it

PAIRING: mark lee x reader

GENRE: popular girl and the loner

WORD COUNT: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: public sex (kinda), pure filth, degration kink

SYNOPSIS: You don't crumble at any man's words, but Mark Lee— God, Mark Lee.

A/N: hi, hello, officially welcome back to me I guess? aside from these short fic/filths in my drafts, I want to announce that I'm finally releasing my series (fr this time I promise)! so if you're interested, you can send an ask to be added to the taglist <3 enjoy reading!

“Mark—!”

The said man’s hand quickly covers your mouth, shushing you. His moist presses against your ear, whispering reminders about how any sounds that you make could possibly blow your cover— but the brutal pace and unforgiving thrusts of his hips does nothing to help you do so.

Keeping you in place, the A3 bookshelf of the library shakes as Mark Lee drills his cock in and out of your soaking pussy. The clutch you have on his arm tightens before flying to the air. There’s a surge of panic arising between the two of you when a book falls down, courtesy of your restless hands, and creates a thudding noise that you’re sure is enough to catch the attention of anyone inside the room. But alas, it only lasts for a second or two.

“Fuck.. you just can’t keep it down, don’t you?” Mark rumbles on your skin.

He grips the back of your thighs, turning you both around. Your back then meets the cold wood that makes up the table. It isn’t long before you yourself suppress the moans threatening to come out of your mouth, eyes rolling to the back as a drool rolls down from the corner of your lips. As Mark engulfs your body, shielding you from possible prying eyes that watches the both you fucking like rabbits inside the university’s library.

“Look at me,” He calls your name in a grunt.

Mark watches your face twist with pleasure—eyebrows drawn tight, lips parted, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep your gaze locked on his through the haze clouding your senses. A wave of pride flares within him, feeding off the tension between your ragged breaths and his unrelenting hold.

“So– good.. Mark, fuck, you’re so big.”

“Yeah? You like that? Like how big my cock is? Look at you,” He tips your chin, trapping it between his forefinger and thumb. “Drooling all over that pretty face with those nonsensical ramblings. I thought you don’t fuck with loners like me, babe? What was that you said in front of your friends?”

His thrusts come to an abrupt stop, and a desperate whimper escapes your lips as you instinctively wrap your legs tighter around his hips, pulling him closer. The sudden pause drives a surge of frustration through you, your body betraying you with silent pleas for more, each movement a wordless protest against the unbearable tease.

“No no no..” You mumble.

Mark chuckles, steadying your shaking head using the fingers that holds you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. The soft kiss turns into a messy one as Mark forcefully inserts his tongue in your mouth, exploring every surface— the taste of him clinging onto your tongue is a proof of your submission to him prior to being laid on the table, fucked out.

“Tell me, darling.”

Your hands scrambles at the thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock prodding your spot.

“What did you say earlier to your friends, huh? About me?”

Gasping for breath, your mind scrambles to process his question. You swallow hard, trying to recall the memory he’s referring to, but it’s futile. No matter how hard you search, everything is a blur—your thoughts muddled, leaving you unable to grasp anything coherent about what you said or did involving Mark before this moment.

Mark scoffs, his thumb slithers from your chin to the gap between your lips. As though a snake, it slides inside and lands your tongue. Wordlessly, you circle your tongue around the digit, licking it all wet before sucking it noisily, your eyes once again rolling to the back as your walls clenches around him.

The boys you’d been with always followed your lead, eager to please, prioritizing your satisfaction over their own. They were too intimidated by someone as desirable as you, treating it like a once-in-a-lifetime chance they couldn’t afford to ruin. You never allowed any of them to feel like they had the upper hand, even in the bedroom, moreover gave them the power to degrade you as a brainless cockslut.

But Mark Lee?

“Did I fucked you dumb? Or are popular girls like you already this dumb sans getting a taste of big cocks?”

God–

You’d let him degrade you anytime. The thought alone sends a thrill down your spine. You’d drop to your knees without a second thought, craving his approval, ready to do whatever it takes to satisfy him, no matter the time or place. The power he holds over you is intoxicating, and you'd willingly surrender to it, knowing that as long as he’s in control, you’ll get exactly what you need—no questions asked, no limits.

Who could have guessed that *four-eyed Mark*, the insufferable teacher’s pet and the quiet, bookish loner everyone overlooked, would be the one to make you crumble? The irony isn’t lost on you. The same guy you once barely noticed, always tucked away in the corner with his nose in a textbook, is now the one you can’t resist. His grip on you—both physical and mental—is undeniable, and the thought of how easily you’ve surrendered to him ignites something deep within. It’s almost laughable how the tables have turned, yet here you are, completely at his mercy.

As his words push you over the edge, your body trembles uncontrollably beneath him, each wave of pleasure making you quake in his arms. Mark tightens his grip around you, holding you steady as his pace gradually slows, savoring every second of your shared release. His head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut, as he lets the intensity of the moment wash over him, matching the rhythm of your climax with his own. The room feels charged, heavy with the lingering heat between you both. 

Finally, his movements still, and the two of you are left in the afterglow, breaths mingling as the world beyond seems to fade away. With a gentle sigh, Mark rests his forehead against yours, the quiet hum of satisfaction thick in the air. For a moment, neither of you speak—there’s no need. The unspoken connection hangs in the space between you, solid and undeniable, as everything else fades into the background.

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

mark + overstimulation PLEAASEEEEEE it fits him too well..

[ Exactly!! Like Mark just makes my fantasies extra spicy, please- I LOVE MARK ]

Mark Lee & Overstimulation

"Just one more baby." Mark's deep raspy voice resonated through the room apart from your breathy whimpers and moans. You were leaning back in his lap, legs spread giving complete access to bury his fingers into your tight little pussy. "M-Mark, t-too much." You said in a breathy voice as your thighs slowly closed around his hands. His hands suddenly grips your thighs quite harshly, "You're doing so good for me baby. Just one more for me love."

You unconsciously let him spread your thighs more, your mind giving in to his sweet nothings. Your mind becomes fuzzy, and your hands grip onto his trousers while your back arches into him. Your legs shake convulsively, when his fingers hit deep inside you. You moan loudly and your body starts squirming uncontrollably as you cum all around his fingers.

Mark trails soft kisses onto your neck as his fingers slow down, getting you down from your high. Whispering soft praises into your ear, his free hand caressing your thigh. You let out a deep sigh as you lean back, your head falling onto his shoulder, almost drifting off to sleep until you hear him say,

"Now baby, just one more for me yeah?"

[ Please- writing this made me so soft and turned on too!! ]

[tddyhyck]

opinions on who in nct would allow another member to watch them fuck you

oh bestie OH BESTIE u know i love voyeurism/exhibitionism

i think mark would almost be too nervous like not about his member seeing you but about them judging his technique you know ,,, he would have to be drunk/high to let that happen,, but if it did happen he would be less nervous about it happening again he would be very “oh well they’ve already seen it once” he would be more of the type to either let you fuck another member and he watches or to secretly fuck you and someone sees before he realizes they do

renjun would be hella confident in his stroke game ,, maybe he and hyuck are bickering about it and renjun is like babe i gotta show him something,,, and he just fucks you and he’s probably talking to hyuck more than you since they’re arguing ,, but to me that would be so hot 😵‍💫😵‍💫

jeno *shakes 8 ball* “highly unlikely” BUT BUT BUT,, i could see him doing this to prove a point like maybe someone was flirting with you or even called you hot to jeno’s face and he’s like wtf,,, so he has to show them you’re his very “see only i can make them feel like this so don’t ever flirt with them again” and he makes you tell his member you belong to him and not them 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

my little pervert hyuck very much so yes,, he’d cum so fast ,,, it doesn’t matter who it is if someone is watching him it’s 10x hotter,, i think he would suggest it for sure he’d probably make a list and try to get every single member to watch at least once,,, gosh he’s so nasty i love him

mr. certified gentleman jaemin i’m so confused about him,, very 50/50 (miss those gorls) i don’t think he would be nervous but i can see him wanting to be private about what he does with you like that’s so special to him and he doesn’t want anyone to ever think of you in a sexual way like that’s his business // at the same time i can see him being into someone watching maybe he’d be more of like let’s film it and i’ll show them later,,, like in the moment he wants to focus on you but after he can show someone only if you want him to

oh oh chenle similar to jeno in the sense that he would do it to prove a point but not in a possessive way but in the renjun way of see i’m so good at fucking ,,, also can see him doing it out of dominance idk if this makes sense but he would get off on someone seeing how submissive you are for him,,, how he can get you to do anything and how humiliating it would be for you

jisung another nervous boy but he is a closeted certified freak,, so he would be down but try to play it cool,, maybe chenle is in the room egging him on like “that’s all you got” “how embarrassing” “i would have made them cum three time by now” and jisung would be red faced but also as hard as he has ever been

[luvyeni]

hi i LUV ur acc and ur works!! i was wondering if i could get a pt.2 to the fake text sexting scenario with dream 🤞🤭 thank you so much!

—｛🎂｝SEXTING; W/ NCT DREAM (TEXT MESSAGES)

pairings. boyfriend!nctdream x fem!reader

warnings. sexting

authors note. thank you for reading my works, i hope you like it, 💓!

—｛🍰｝... MARK ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... JENO ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ! ⋮

©️LUVYENI

[rjunswrld]

read my lips i need a big d⭐︎ck boy.

mark x thick POC! reader

protected sex (hinting of non protective at the end), both reader and mark are very stubborn, slight (smallest hint) of humiliation play, switch! mark & reader, sexual tension, mentions of mark packing heat, bratty mark & reader

“i always knew you wanted me..” he chuckled looking up at you with his signature cocky smirk, you couldn't help but scoff disgustingly. "i'd say the same about you, your dick is literally poking into my thigh.." you bit back hearing him laugh at your accusation. "well at least i'm not denying it.. shit i get off at the thought of fucking my own worst enemy.." he kissed down the valley of your breast groping onto the soft flesh that rested in the palm of his hand, letting your erected nipples roll in between his fingers as he left a trail of kisses to the other before latching his mouth down onto it feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple as his lips covered your areola.

he sucked on to you softly as he grazed you over his teeth making you moan lightly you hated that you were in this position with him, feeling your hatred for him grow deeper the more and more he made you feel good. the effect he had on you was something you shouldn't be feeling, feeling mushy all over in the hands of mark lee your number one hater? yuck.

the stimulation from both nipples sent shock waves of pleasure to your cunt feeling yourself drip in your panties that you knew were spoiled by now, wanting to shut your legs to rub your thighs together to get any form of friction where you craved it the most. he moaned into your soft flesh as he removed his mouth from around you with his doe eyes staring into yours taking in your facial features carefully.

"i bet you're so wet right now.." he smirked as he saw how your cheeks became rosy, taking your silence as an answer he parted his mouth to lick over your nipple at such ease watching you bite your lip feeling frustrated by the lack of touching elsewhere. "if you want more.. beg."

he spoke nonchalantly as he switched boobs repeating the same action to the other with your back arching slightly to feel his tongue pressed up against your nipple, ready to be sucked and licked by the male. "fuck off.." you panted feeling him laugh against the mound of your breast, using his other hand to pinch your nipple making you gasp slightly as he tugged on it.

"fuck off?" he said with such attitude looking up at you with his brows raised, letting go of your nipples with such force watching them jiggle against your chest. he let out a sigh removing himself from your body per request making you rise from your back to look up at him with a confused expression. "where the fuck are you going? you can't be serious right now.."

"oh i'm dead serious, you can't even drop the bitchy attitude for two seconds.. two fucking seconds.." he snapped back holding up two fingers feeling himself get riled up even more as he looked at your face filled with such frustration. “all you have to do is beg, is it really that hard?" of fucking course it was "that" hard, begging wasn't something you'd ever do for anyone- and you sure as hell weren't gonna start with mark. you felt your blood boil at the thought of him having the audacity to even tell you to do such a thing, you were fuming. you felt yourself growing hot with anger, seeing how he looked down at you never wiping that same annoying smirk off of his face, breaking into a smile at how worked up you had gotten over his request.

"what? oh- you thought i was just gonna fuck you? let you have it so easily?" he laughed in your face watching how your mouth formed into a thin line letting your anger get the best of you. "aw come on princess i know you want me.." he taunted reaching to whisper in your ear, "just need to hear you say it."

he mumbled on your skin with his lips now attached to your neck placing soft kisses on your skin, letting them linger. feeling you swallow your saliva he let his teeth come into play as he nibbled against your neck; you had too much pride for this, to even be put in a situation like this you wanted to cct out violently.. but he was right, you did need him. you needed him oh so badly, being so hot and bothered by the aftermath of his teasing there was no denying how much you needed his assistance.

"mark.." you mumbled feeling him hum against you in response to you calling out his name, proceeding to kiss you so gently with the sounds of it filling your ears riling up your body up with more and more desperation. you were gonna get him back for this for sure. "what is it, princess? need something?"

"i.. i need you to fuck me.. please.." you sighed gritting through your teeth at such obscene words you never thought you'd ever say to him. feeling him smile as he pulled away to face you, his wide toothy smile decorating his face as you rolled your eyes hearing him chuckle in victory. "it could be better but i'll let it slide cause my dick is aching." he critiqued as you shook your head falling back onto your elbows to watch the male undress himself, focusing on unbuckling his belt with the noise of metal clashing together filling your ears.

"i hope this will be worth the begging.." your snarky reply made the male snort, hearing his zipper unzip as he worked himself out of his jeans wearing nothing but his boxers and a baggy t-shirt.

"if that's even what you call begging.." he hovered over you as you spread your legs apart shifting his way between them, letting your eyes land on his bulge hidden behind the material as his eyes landed on the dampness of your flimsy panties. deep down as much as you hated his guts you always fantasized how it would be to have sex with him, how it would feel to have his dick in you fucking you ruthlessly so much denial when it came to him you found yourself yearning for him in ways like this.. hating him so much you wanted him to do anything to you.

"you'll be coming back for more by tomorrow babe.."

"just hurry up and fuck me already."

he rolled his eyes with an irritated sigh hooking his fingers around the elastic band of your panties, pulling them off with no care watching them slide down your legs that rose slightly to kick them off your ankles giving him a perfect view of yourself unintentionally. "fuck princess.. so fucking wet and you were gonna be a brat and suffer the consequences.." he started as he stared you down licking his lips with his brows raised in disbelief, on the other hand, he was amused by it. "shut up." your voice was small falling deep into his lustful gaze that racked your body, in awe over you.

"condom?" he cleared his throat looking up at you as you shifted to one arm reaching towards the drawer placed beside your nightstand, pulling it open, and reaching inside for the individual square package. he worked himself out of his shirt tossing it off to the side along with his boxers leaving the two of you bare- completely naked for each other, it had to be something straight out of your deep dark imagination; so unreal it all felt so dream-like. "here." you said handing it to him once you pulled it out of the drawer and hearing him mumble a small 'thank you' before tearing it open with his teeth. it was funny you thought, how much you fucking despised each other going out of your own ways to bring one another down leading to constant arguments that made no sense whatsoever, completely forgetting why you guys even started arguing in the first place but not one of you dared to back down, fighting hard to get the last word in.. now here you were, about to get fucked by your own worst enemy. saying “thank you” as you hand him a condom he’s about to use for you. crazy.

"i-i know you probably think i don't care... but um, let me know if you need me to stop or something okay?" he held onto the base of his cock as you felt your nerves somewhat subsiding by his words. taking in his size you weren't all too positive that he'd even get his tip in with the thickness he held, your heart beating and palms sweating you had to stop yourself from letting out a nervous chuckle— this newfound feeling was annoying you, not even trusting your ability to speak you simply nodded a clear 'yes' motion.

"no, i need to hear you say 'okay' if you want to continue."

"okay mark."

"thank you."

flashing a smile sarcastically as he pumped his cock over the slippery base of the condom that he rolled onto himself, looking down at your cunt he couldn't help but stare no his eyes weren't enough, he had to touch. seeing how pretty your pussy cried for him, could you blame him for even having the drive to? he reached to place his hand down on your pelvis, letting his thumb run in between your slit to brush over your clit making you gasp at the smallest bit of friction. you looked down at his hand laying above your cunt with his thumb pleasuring you agonizingly slow, he didn't dare look away from you watching as your chest heaved with your lip tucked in your mouth and hips stuttering; so sensitive he found it all too cute.

he aligned himself with your opening continuing to let his thumb rub over your soft swollen nub whilst pushing himself into you slowly with his brows furrowed as he focused on your pussy pulling him in for more. the unfamiliar tightness wrapped around him given by you made his mind go wild, your small whines and moans from the stretch along with him stimulating your clit letting you soak in the mix of pleasure and pain. "f-fuck, if you weren't such a bitch i'd happily fuck you every day.." he groaned pushing himself in deeper and deeper. "as if i-i'd let you.."

"you are now aren't you?" (point taken) he chuckled as he felt himself bottoming out inside of you letting out a throaty groan as his hips met with your skin, his thumb halting as he placed both of his hands on your hips, gripping onto the flesh as he felt you clench onto him lightly earning a hiss from the boy. "i-i can't hold back anymore fuck i need it, i need you.."he began rolling his hips into you feeling the smallest glide of his cock shifting into you. it felt so good dismissing the fact that it was mark doing this to you, filling you up perfectly you also reached his level of neediness pushing yourself down lower to meet with him moaning at how deep he was inside of you.

"fuck yourself on my cock princess.." he sighed, princess.. could you get used to that?

feeling you move along his stiffened dick, hearing how he moved in and out of your tight wetness with you letting out moans of satisfaction. you complied with no problem, no bitching, no remarks.. he liked you better this way so obedient— but that "bitchy attitude" though? how much of a brat you were towards him got him worked up in so many ways, so angry he'd only wish to fuck it out of you to fully break you. maybe some other time?

"that's it baby fuck, you feel so good..doing so good"

"mark please.."

you shuddered as he kept his tight grip on your waist as he met your movements. "k-keep begging for me.." he panted as his eyes closed tightly drowned in you and all that you gave him. hearing his voice on the verge of breaking as he let out nosily groans and hisses it was such a different atmosphere, feeling like two completely different people from who you were on the daily made your stomach do flips looking up at his tensed figure between your legs. "fuck me please mark, i c-can't wanna be fucked by you.." you cried as he whimpered at your words feeling your plead striking straight down to his dick that twitched inside of you, so fucking turned on he couldn't take it anymore.

he began fully thrusting into you roughly with your bed frame hitting against the wall harshly, your back arching at the desired feeling he couldn't stand it. "look me in the eyes and tell me you want me.." he muttered reaching for your arms, placing them above your head only being given the view of his face and feeling his lips touch yours softly, "fucking tell me.." he spoke roughly as his sharp and hard thrusting never came to a halt building up more all while watching you closely, hearing how you choked on your moans trying to keep eye contact with the male's dark lustful eyes. "i want you mark! only you" he reached to kiss you which you quickly accepted, the pair of lips on yours felt so different so foreign that you couldn't help but crave more.

reaching to kiss him even more with him smirking against you, you parted your mouth with his tongue slipping past to kiss you properly just how you deserved. it was sloppy, moans being swallowed up by each other with his grip still keeping your arms above your head with one hand and the other reaching down to get another feel of you.

"fuck i love what you're doing to me.. feels so good.." he mumbled on your lips as you squealed that the stimulation he gave your clit, repeatedly abusing your spongy walls with his tip kissing your cervix at every thrust you felt yourself trembling with goosebumps rising on your skin once more.

"mark!" you whined falling in the pits of ecstasy, he enjoyed it- he was enjoying how much of a mess he was making out of you he definitely felt like the top dog right now. "mm, you like that? you keep c-clenching onto me, it's driving me insane.."

the lewd sounds of skin slapping and bed rocking with sinful moans coming from the two of you as he rubbed you vigorously meeting with his thrust watching how his arms flexed as he worked your clit, his built and toned body making you gawk shamelessly.. never ever admitting it out loud, you found him so fucking attractive. "c-close.." you whined feeling his body heat radiating onto yours, wishing he'd let you go so you could touch him, to bring him close to you. "please, please mark- kiss me again please.." of course, he listened already knowing his lips felt as lonely as yours he wasted no time in kissing you just how you begged him to.

he felt how you clench around him harder with your senses telling you your orgasm was approaching and ready to let go with or without you, he rubbed and fucked you faster with you squealing loudly directly into his mouth you trembled with your orgasm coming to roll past you. "f-fuck!" you muffled into his mouth as you came around his cock, the contractions making him moan along with you as he was close to his himself, milking your high while reaching his you haven't felt this good in so long, so damn long and of course, it had to be by the works of mark fucking lee out of all people..not complaining though if we're being dreadfully honest. shh it’s a secret.

"y-you feel so good.. shit!" he hissed feeling his orgasm buildup faster than ever, all his fantasies of this being fresh on his mind sending him into overdrive finally having you, feeling you, kissing you, fucking you. "fuck fuck fuck.." his body stilled as his thrust became inconsistent, shooting his white ropes of cum into the condom, balls tensing as his dick contracted to spurt out his cum from his delicious orgasm. his pants and whimpers became more consistent as he proceeded to thrust into you finishing himself off before becoming to a full stop with your room now falling silent of any noise besides the breathing from such a workout that aimed to make the two of you reach pure relaxation in the end.

"fuuuck do you wanna keep going?" he panted as he looked into your eyes that focused on him, smirking as he saw your smile grow feeling him resting inside of you still hard and excited as if he didn't cum just a few seconds ago. "are you always this horny?" you playfully rolled your eyes as he shrugged not caring that he was still hard and ready for more. "i could go all night if you wanted me to."

"oh yeah?" you smirked as he nodded eyeing both your eyes and lips, "we can go again.." you reached for his lips that you ghosted lightly, "but this time, take the condom off.. i wanna feel you, all of you." you didn't miss the way his eyes widened at your request, instantly removing himself from above you to pull himself out gently feeling all too trigger- happy to remove the used condom from around his cock.

"i really feel like your starting to like me now could be my delusions but still.."

"don't get it twisted mark lee it’s definitely the delusions."

⭐︎

[onyourhyuck]

The Tattoo Artist. | L.MK

— Prologue: “Since when did i get this tattoo?”

— Summary: Where one late night visit to your shop with a drunk man asking you to do his tattoo turns to an one night stand at your shop.

— Genre: Smut. Dom!mark. One night stand type of trope. Y/n!tattoo artist. Mark loves tattoos. Mention of alcohol use. Sex in a tattoo store. Mark hitting it from behind. Overstimulation. Unprotected sex. Squirting. Ass play. Mark really loves Y/n’s ass. lip ring MARK LEE. Plot twist at the end / Cliff Hanger.

— Notes:

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The night out was Mark’s typical routine. He leaves his apartment block and gets picked up by his two friends who accompany him to go out drinking and partying like every other night. Yuta and Johnny. These two boys are like glued on to Mark’s hips. However tonight it seems like they found themselves ladies and happen to be swooned.

Typical Yuta and Johnny, Mark thought.

They said it’s ‘boy’s night’ yet they always find themselves ladies to get distracted by and Mark was left either third wheeling or led to be alone drinking his single sorrows away.

Honestly Mark prefers it that way, being single. Less hassle to be dealing with relationships and the breakup that comes with it too. Mark can’t be dealing with a girl who complains about his lifestyle choices either. He’s too caught up in the present moment and he’s never thinking about the future. The man is doing what most men in their adulthood years do — drink, party, maybe get high or something along the way.

Then wake up the next day absolutely hungover to the point your memory couldn’t even remember what you ate yesterday. And then try to recount the times you drank last night because you’re grieving how bad the headache is. The cycle continues the following night on the same day. Your friends ask you to go out and Mark accepts because he cannot say no to free drinks.

It’s a struggle. It’s a blessing but a struggle. The idea feels good and then when the happy hours pass Mark feels completely utterly shit.

Mark tells himself ‘I quit drinking. It’s the last time I’m drinking this much’ and then? Contradicted his own statement. He gets drunk, drinks past the limits maybe even more than he drank last time.

Another thing Mark has a hard time saying no to?

Tattoos.

The one thing that Mark cannot say no to other than free alcohol would be tattoos. He already has four on his body and Mark finds them so fascinating. It’s like a way to express himself.

Guilty pleasure would be the best way to describe his relationship with the needing urging to cover all of his body in tattoos. However he knows he cannot do that. At least not unless he has the money to get every part of his body covered in ink.

The man dips the glass of cola and the whiskey he managed to mix together, and then Mark found himself watching his two friends flirt away and dance with the two ladies they found to be attracted to. He can’t believe he’s the one who got asked out by then and now he’s left alone to his own company. These two surely never understand what the bro code is. Mark found himself growing slightly eager so he spiced the drinks concentration up and decided to go for the heavier beverages now.

That night if you asked Mark how much he drank he couldn’t answer you clearly, because he drank a lot more. Mark managed to woo some people himself in the crowd whenever he dances and joins the huddle however the drunk he got the more indescribable feeling of the high notes Mark was feeling began to rub off on him. The man himself wasn’t anymore as sober as he wanted to be this night but, he was still able to walk a little and manage to speak.

You can say he build up the tolerance due to his alcoholic tendencies. Mark isn’t proud of it but he’s definitely grateful otherwise Mark would have passed out by now.

Passed out somewhere on the road, or maybe a bench at a park and slept there all through the night until the morning which is even scarier to Mark. Thankfully though he has a high tolerance and so his awareness was better than most.

The nightclub itself was getting too overwhelming for Mark and he managed to slip out and sent a text to Johnny and Yuta in their following group chat that he’s going to go home.

Or at least Mark said he was, that was until he got tired of waiting and then his eyes pitch on a white paper hung up on those wooden lamp street lights. The cab wasn’t going to get here anytime soon considering the night hours are always filled with other party wild animals that are booking them. Mark’s eyes were now glued tight on that paper with the large letters to him ‘Neo’s tattoo’s!’

He squints his eyes to get a better glance, the alcohol was really getting to his poor eye sight. He’s already half blind as a bat but with the alcohol doing it’s job, it’s safe to say Mark’s sight is equal to his own grandfather now.

But that paper got him intrigued and it spoke one word and one word only to convince Mark: He needs to get a new tattoo.

It might not be the time for that but who’s going to stop him? No one. Not even his friends could do that even if they were here in the moment with him Mark would not be able to budge away from his decision to change his mind. Mark was suddenly overlapping with curiosity and excitement, he wonders what tattoos do you make? And he wonders if your shop is nearby. When he looks back at that poster he checks the address and he realised the street; it’s in the same city he was in. Mark thought it’s destiny. What are the coincidences that the same shop he wants to find and get to is on the same area as the nightclub he was in right now?

Mark doesn’t believe in coincidences so that alone makes him a believer of fate, and fate alone. When the feet take steps forward now walking down the streets that are half empty filled with wind breeze and dusts of leaves panning over the roads, cars passing by especially taxis dropping off other people ready to go on the night out; it takes a long minute of Mark looking from each street to street determined in finding this tattoo shop.

It says the opening hours are until 3am. Mark has at least an hour to spare. He cannot be wasting any longer so Mark was quick on his feet running from direction to another space until,

The same building has appeared in front of him. The same exact place on the sheet of paper he found. Mark takes a quick glance from the paper to the real life building with the signs of neon green ‘NEO’S TATTOOS.’ And he found himself growing warm and excited. Mark drunk out of his mind now though and it seems like this made him even more delusional to think getting a tattoo whilst drunk was a brilliant idea.

“So this is the place?” Mark quips under the breath before reaching the palm on the doorknob opening the door. When entering a small ‘ring ring’ was heard by the bell clinking. It alerts a figure to walk in to greet him.

When the figure approached he looks slightly mesmerised by the young woman ahead of him. You look beautiful, which was a high compliment considering he doesn’t say it to anyone often.

Your eyebrows raise up at the man that looks like trouble and definitely smells like trouble; from one glance you can tell this man was absolutely steaming from head to toe, he was definitely drunk, it was very obvious in his eyes and how he lets them wander around your tattoo store. He saw the chairs, the tattoo sketches and designs hung up on the wall, as well as your equipment in the far back. It looks like you were about to close down but now that he’s arrived you look like you could use an extra customer for tonight. Because he’s not leaving until he gets a tattoo from you.

At this point it’s an addiction, a worse addiction than his love for alcohol. He’s obsessed with them.

You now spoke with a working smile. “What can i do for you? I was just about to close but i guess I can do a small tattoo if you’d want a quick one.” It could definitely help with the extra money so you’re thinking why not.

He comes forward as he sits down nodding. “Great, what do you usually draw? Can I see a sketch book if you have one?”

Your eyes turn to the back as you grab over a thick book full of your sketches and you hand it to him hoping he finds something he takes a liking to. You don’t have much time anyways so he’s going to have to be quick and snappy. Mark flips through pages checking the sketches meanwhile you’re here checking him out from head to toe, it’s not like you wanted to, but you can’t help but notice he has like four other tattoos already.

Mark wore a loose polo-sweatshirt over a white tee. The black hair loosely curled and messy it looks like the wind made it slightly more naturally lifted, it makes him look ten times more boyish in your opinion. The two ears were all pierced with earrings that dangle around it caught your eye the moment he stepped inside your store too, they shine and blind anyone that stares. Adding on the piercings he has, Mark happens to have a lip ring piercing on top of his lips. The right side was pierced and it made him even more attractive and unreal to you. What was happening to you? And who was this drunk guy wanting a tattoo from you?

It looks like he had quite a bit to drink too. It’s not a first time since you had a customer who came asking for a tattoo but it’s definitely a first time when that customer is drunk out of his brain.

But you can’t change that. You can’t even stop your customers if they want something because it’s up to them and their will alone.

Mark lifts his head up trailing as he was watching your sketch book with observant eyes, Mark has a sharp eye attention to detail and your work was truly remarkable. It captures certain emotions.

He looks at you now almost In admiration. “Your work is amazing. I must say I’m impressed with every one.” He then lifts the sketch book up and pints to the two wings that come along from two branch leaves. “But this one looks good. I want this one.” Mark said now as he treads his index finger on it pointing at the sketch picture.

Anyone could tell his words meant a lot to you because you gave him a humble smile but then you grab the sketch book looking at the tattoo. You wonder where he wants it tattooed now.

“Okay I can do this. Where do you want it tattooed?” Your question was heard when Mark laid down at the chair and gets himself comfortable while you grab your equipment. The ink pen was lifted and you push yourself on a red stool chair spinning yourself round to where Mark was laying on the salon chair.

He looks comfortable now on the salon chair and Mark looks over at you now that you got everything and your own tattoo table was prepared with the remaining ink and colours if he wanted any to the tattoo. It’s all up to him.

“I was thinking my neck?” Mark retorts back and you find yourself watching now the Adam’s apple and neck area of his. Your hands that are wearing gloves reach out to rub and feel it as you hum thinking.

You thought maybe it wasn’t a good idea but the tattoo would really compliment him if he had it there. You can’t help but think; Mark has a really good sense of position and where it can look the best. It’s something not many people who you tattooed for have. Mark has a strong sense of attention to detail you feel and you’re right.

“You have a keen eye. Okay I can do it but you’re going to have to be very still.” You warn now sternly and Mark can’t help but look away as you start to stick the sketch on his neck so you can copy the same picture on his skin with the following ink later on. The way you feel his neck tense up while you do this. It’s not even that you’re just too close up and Mark’s drunk mind was doing a lot more than just being patient to get the tattoo done.

Usually Mark was quiet. He doesn’t really speak or make any small conversations with other tattoo artists.

But he has the urge to start one now. Might be the alcohol making him want to speak or something. Or maybe he’s curious about you.

The store was rather quiet and because of the late hours it makes sense why it was so empty and isolated. It was just the two of you in a half dimly lit store with the tattoo artist so close to his neck sketching it with the running tattoo pen that’s now buzzing against his neck sending tiny electric vibrations through his body. It was a rather stingy pain but the pain was what made this all a running fun cycle for Mark, because it was something that he feels and Mark’s addicted to it.

In a way it was because of the process too. Mark just loves to see people be able to draw such a thing on human skin.

The quiet place grew even more dark but the dimly lit fairy lights made this store a little more appealing and refreshing. It felt like you’re so focused you couldn’t see Mark’s eyes on the side watching you. With the corner of his eye Mark saw your concentration mode on. The way your eyes were never blinking or batting an eye away. Your nose long and still, your eyebrows arched forward as you’re bend down over to the neck area tattooing with the ink gun sketching it out. It leaves you in your own thoughts and the man in front of you wonders what you’re thinking of? Silence is a fine tailor and it suits you perfectly because you’re a tailor threading every bit of ink on his beautiful soft neck.

It didn’t help because Mark wasn’t the only one that’s been stunned because he was checking you out. Not sure if it was because of how drunk he was but maybe also considering the closeness between you two.

His eyes were looking down at your cleavage. You wore this white tank top on which leaves certain parts of you exposed. And your beautiful hair tucked into a messy-ish bun. Your appearance was slightly rough but very artistic because you had tattoos yourself around your arm and fingers. They were small tattoos but Mark loved them on you.

He’s always loved tattoos on other people too. He wonders if there’s any meanings for you behind them?

“I notice you have tattoos, what’s the meaning behind them?” Mark now acquired to know because he wishes to get to know you some more and might as well right?

It’s just the two of you alone in your tattoo shop. And Mark was feeling like a chatter box. This might just be because he’s drunk or perhaps he’s curious about you and the silence was killing him.

Your eyebrows rose up as you heard the silence break between the two and you were not expecting him to go suddenly all asking questions on you. He looks like the silent type. Mark usually never really speaks during getting tattoos or anything like that but with you? Mark feels like he has to ask otherwise his curiosity will be killing him all night and he won’t be able to sleep afterwards.

You bring your face back up away from his neck. Your eyes meet his and you watch him waiting for your answer. Honestly you found your meaning to the tattoos not be as interesting to share so you always found it unnecessary to bring out their meaning. Afterall to you it’s just ink on your body and there wasn’t a whole deep thinking process behind it like Mark is thinking of.

In a way the meaning behind your tattoos it’s kinda silly.

“The one on my fingers is a tiny heart matching with my friend who has the other half of the heart.” When you reveal it Mark’s eyes light up. That was cute, you’re matching with a friend.

Mark found himself liking the idea honestly. He always wanted to match a tattoo with someone from his friends but no one wanted a tattoo and he’s the only guy who actually has a tattoos. Mark asked Yuta once but Yuta said he might do it. Though that’s been a year now and it looks like the idea left his friend’s mind.

Mark chuckles. “I’m jealous. I’ve always wanted to match tattoos with someone.” You smirk and raise an eyebrow. “How come you don’t match with anyone?”

Your eyes make eye contact as you ask. Mark trials softly in a slight sarcastic way. “Well I think it’s quite obvious but because none of my friends really like tattoos.”

��Oh so he can be sarcastic too?’ You find his words to be amusing because they’re all out of a bantering gesture and so you don’t pay much mind to the words and just take it all in. You nod at him chuckling back now as your head leans forward to now tattoo the rest of it.

Your fingers brush along the tattoo bow and you feel like this was all coming along now definitely. The tattoo was done nearly but all you have to do is tidy the edges up and do more polishing, which won’t take a while. The tattoo is pretty simple and clean. And Mark looks amazing with it so far. Your eyes can’t help but shake the feeling that he gets more attractive.

Mark’s voice comes out now again, he asked another question. “So why did you become a tattoo artist?” And you suck in a little breath. He really likes to ask deep questions doesn’t he?

You completely dodge the question by countering it.

“Are you always this talkative with your other tattoo artists?” You point out as you’re trying to concentrate on finishing this up, you really don’t have much time until you gotta close down the shop and everything.

Mark was himself not knowing why he’s so talkative with you because usually he was the quiet type during the tattoo appointments and what not. In a way he doesn’t speak unless the other person was carrying the conversation.

Mark smirks a little. “Only with you actually.”

You scoff not believing that considering how many times he wants to speak to you. You finish the last moments of the tattoo and look back at the handsome man who sits up on the salon chair checking the mirror.

“You like it?” You ask when he’s watching the tattoo in the mirror as you’re trying to read his facial expression for a way to know if he likes the tattoo or if he doesn’t perhaps. You pray that he does because you cannot go back to fix it either.

Mark turns to you now as the mirror in his hand was dropping back down and the upside face he had on turns to a smile.

“Answer my question first and I’ll answer yours if i like it or not.” He now said and you find yourself becoming cornered.

Was he really that into the idea of getting to know you? Not as a tattoo artist only but as a person as well? You’re left here wondering why he’s so curious about you.

Mark’s eyes were deeply staring into you which never leave your face the moment he walked into the store anyways and he found himself completely mesmerised. You look boyish and rough out but he likes how it suits you and your alternative style almost.

He whispers in a taunting gaze on his face. “So what will it be darling?” Mark waits for your reply and you let out a little frown stepping forward closing your gap only a little. There was still a bit of space between the both of you from where he sat and where you stood in front of Mark.

“It’s fine you don’t have to tell me how you feel, i can just read your expression and know you like it very much. I don’t leave my customers unsatisfied anyways.” You now point out smartly but in a very arrogant speaking way and Mark smirks hearing your words. You never leave a customer unsatisfied?

“Well I’m a very unsatisfied customer right now.” He tells you with emphasis on the specific wordings now as he stares into your beautiful eyes.

Well he’s now going to push his luck with you that’s for sure. The flirty expression you’re giving him as him thinking you’re definitely now flirting and giving Mark an opening block to take.

“Oh? Why don’t you show me with what.” Your lips pucker into a little amused grin. “Perhaps I can help you out…”

And he did take the opportunity. He seized the opportunity when you said those words out of your loving mouth as his hands around your waist slither round like a fashionable belt.

Oh how good it felt to be pulled closer by the waist to the drunken stranger you just met and you’re now closing the space when you feel how hot his intoxicated breath feels on top of your nose and cheekbones. You find yourself imagining just how good it must be to kiss Mark and the boy read your mind because the next minute he leans down to capture a kiss together.

You found yourself groaning the minute he kissed you with his belting tongue.

The kiss was a mixture between two beverages; to Mark you’re like wine. You’re strong and you knew what you want from the get-go. And he’s like whiskey unpredictable and intense. Mark defeats your groans with his own as he kissed you with more tugging force than before as his palms on the sides of your face go reach to deepen the kiss making it much more steamy and aggressive.

Groans of your voice muffled as if they were buried by sand underneath it. Your lips gracefully touch between Mark’s sharp teeth grazing at the bottom lip he pulls on it which made you moan as your eyes squint forward.

Saliva connects the both of you which drove Mark over the edge and so did the boner between his pants very much so, he had that for over an hour with you. You’re just too attractive and the closeness earlier had him itching to get his hands on you.

Mark doesn’t usually sleep around with people but when he does it’s always a good time, it has to be someone he finds a connection with and you happen to be one of those very few people.

It wasn’t just because of your attractiveness but also because of how well your conversations bounce back. Mark knew you were a little stubborn because when he lifts you up to switch the position between you both your voice comes out as a groan and it seems like you were playing hard to get knowing your hands were teasing the hem of his boxers under the lower clothing.

“Take them off, darling.” Mark said demanding to you smirking as he feels your fingers play between the boxers now. You look up sheepishly.

You’re enjoying how needy this drunk man was, you can’t even remember if he said his name to you but you enjoy seeing his reactions to your difficult self and your teasing tactics. “What if i refuse?”

You saw how his expression falters into a scared one when you said that you’ll refuse to take off his clothing and he leans closer to kiss your neck, practically whining now.

“Please… Y/n… be good to me.”

‘Oh god he’s whining… that’s hot.’ You can’t help but fall for the idea even more, maybe it doesn’t hurt to continue a little bit more. You tell yourself this but you knew it’s risky. But you’re so tempted to take that risk and continue this. Even if you’re the sober one you’re so swayed by this man in front of you.

The moment you heard his pleading words, only directed to you, it makes your body act on its own and so your lips reconnect with Mark’s and your hands find themselves slipping off his shirt and then the oversized black cargos he wore. The boxers playfully rubbed by your fingertips around made Mark so peevish because you heard the querulous words that are nothing but needy whines to your ears telling you to take them off. Your eyes met his words coming out his mouth as you let your mouths connect into another hungry kiss while slipping your hand into his boxers to feel how harden his wood was and you’re left gasping when Mark grabs your hips and starts to work his way around your own clothing now. You feel your cheeks expand as the kiss goes on and on. Mark was an amazing kisser, you have to admit. He knows exactly how to get you going.

At once your nudity became a blessing to Mark as he feels himself growing even more greedy. Having you look so good and untouched by him was temptation in disguise. You feel your breasts fondled with roughly by a tight and firm squeeze from his hands. The lips around your neck marvel at your glowing skin. The simply stunning eyes of yours close and open at each pleasuring angle when he kissed you even lower than before.

“Please don’t keep me waiting.” You sigh into the air as your head flung back. You don’t want to wait as much as you wanted to anymore.

Your body was just growing to want him.

Mark stood with his furtive body when you said this and the playful eyebrows raise up at you enjoying how vocal you’re becoming. Now look where the table’s turned? You’re the one begging him now. He enjoys it much more than he thought he would so he runs along his hand by your silhouette until they met your hips and he slowly moves them around.

Twisting you around he saw you gandering your face in the behind direction where he stood now towering you leaving no space and your ass rubbing on his erected boner. Mark rubs them between your ass cheeks as his wispy groan reaches your ears. You bite your bottom lip. “Shit… please fuck me already.”

You’re lacking the patience. This man needs to be inside you or else you’re going to have a breakdown.

Mark smirks leaning closer with his nipping voice that cuts you open like scissors across light paper. “I think we should introduce ourselves before you say that don’t you think?”

He was right but now picking a time to introduce yourselves? He knew what he was doing he’s just making you wait a little longer.

Your face diminished and broke down in to a hefty storm. Mark purposely rubs his cock’s tip between your entrance to tease you while waiting for you to start. “Fine…My name is Y/n… what’s yours?” Your voice came off much short because he made your own sound of your voice to differ when the tip rubs the top of your ass.

“Mark… Mark Lee.” He whispers now and he’s satisfied. He gotta know who he is going to fuck after all and he wants you to know what name you’re going to scream all night.

Your leering eyes went down when a prod between your walls now sips on a long thick shaft deeply inside you. Your voice cuts off by a palm on top of your mouth and you’re muffling your sudden jolting voice because of how intensely he has you stretching. You’ve never been this surprised by how thick he was. Mark was making you wistfully begging to have more.

“Oh fuck… please Mark… just fuck my brains out.” You’re not able to calm the storm before anything else you’re just begging the guy you met in your tattoo storm a hour ago to fuck the shit out of you.

It’s so unlike your character, but Mark had you twisted.

He paced forward rutting the hips against your round beautifully shaped ass he couldn’t get enough of, heck, he was so obsessed with it especially when you’re forced into a behind position over the salon chair to get your back blown out by him. It was a sight that made his night more memorable even if he was slightly intoxicated he found himself becoming drunk off you now.

And the paces was so eager and quick your insides feel like you’re being roughly pushed through a moving platform in and out. It feels so good when his length kisses each of your sweet sensitive spots inside and then finds places you never knew someone could reach so deep inside you. It made you even closer because Mark had a hand under your stomach area holding you even closer than before, it’s like this man wants you to be a part of him at this point. He’s a wild animal, and he’s definitely treating you like one because he’s doing exactly as you told him to do: to fuck your brains out.

Colliding with the movements between your two asscheeks Mark follows his eyes down and slams his hands on your beautiful skin giving you spanks with each incoming shift his thrusts make. You feel yourself seeping out your moans and the tattoo store was echoing all your body parts slapping together. You feel him being so deeply inside you that your lower stomach with his hand on felt the imprinting cock in your guts and that your arms were folded forward in a weak lowering form over the salon chair. He keeps fucking you so hard you’re struggling to stand still. He made your legs so weak you found yourself only moaning out to the top of your lungs and Mark had you exactly how he wanted, a mess.

His eyes burned with lust watching over your expression seeing how your eyebrows were fluttering and your eyes were watering with how good and intense he was fucking you from behind, you’re bend over for a customer you just met for the first time and you feel so sheepishly embarrassed but at the same time; why was it such a turn on?

“Is this what you wanted on a Friday night?” Mark whispers dangerously on top of your earlobe as you find a shudder across your spine, Mark’s hands brush alongside your silhouette arching for him, bending for him and only him.

You feel your lips pucker out and the condescending tone Mark spoke with to you makes your stomach flutter. “You’re such a whore Y/n… I bet you’d fuck any of your customers if they got their hands on you.” He threads like a champ he was, because he had you wrapped around his finger.

“N-no… that’s not true.” You said embarrassed because it was definitely easy to tease you in this position and situation.

Mark laughs a little darkly behind and you feel the thrusts increase even more, he was literally ramming inside you and your voice cuts off with a jolting sound. Your body pressed so deeply on the salon chair you feel the metallic parts of the arms stand coldly pressing against your body full of heat.

“I don’t believe that.” He croaks out leaning down to press a kiss against your spine while the lower body of his was jabbing the pleasuring thrusts and the hand down at your stomach holding you moves even lower to touch on your clit.

The nub down below becomes easily swollen with how his fast two middle fingers press and flick it as he’s thrusting you. Your voice became even more loud now because the overstimulated hand on your clit was pleasuring you there but so was his hard cock deeply buried to kiss the top of your womb.

“Pretty whores listen to me, will you be good and do the same?” He now asked you while his hands was abusing your down regional and you grab the salon chair feeling so weak to the pleasure your mind went poof and became blank.

Your hips stutter and so did your legs that resemble jello and it makes Mark smirk. The sight of you pressed in her own store while getting her back blown out by a customer she met, it definitely was something he’s never going to let go off.

“Y-yeah… hhgh I can’t last like this Mark…” You nod your head frantically but the way you’re literally holding on to your last strand because the orgasm was reaching you so quickly.

You’re not going to last much, Mark knows it.

The hand speeds up the movements however, he wants you to finish and see you come undone to the too overlapping pleasures between your hole and your clit getting abused out by him. You firmly shut your eyes.

“Cum darling, you’ve been good so far.” Mark sternly said while he awaits you to reach your end. The world stops for you in that moment.

When he gave you the permission to come undone on his hand and cock at the same time, you found yourself ascending and your head hung low as your body pushed out your liquid down on the ground dripping. You’re soaking if anything. Mark had a proud wide grin on his face now and goes behind to kiss your droopy mouth panting. The lip ring touched your mouth as the kiss was sloppy from behind.

You moan when Mark pulls away from the kiss and his hand leaves your clit alone. Your own orgasm pushed him very close to his own high. He just needs to have a few more thrusts and Mark feels himself becoming done too.

It’s the way your body was making him feel so good too. It’s no doubt your bodies are compatible.

“Hmm… you’re a squirter? That’s so hot.” He jeers at you with both devastated degradation and flirtation behind that tone.

You roll your eyes back in the aftermath of the pleasure. This was probably your first time ever having this much of an orgasm. You don’t remember ever squirting before.

“Fuck…” You whisper under your breath when Mark pulls your hips forward and makes your body stand up straight again because you’re now becoming too weak to even make yourself stand up in this behind position, your orgasm had your legs turning into weak muscles.

Mark whispers now warningly. “Now let me cum yeah? Be good and let me pump you up full of my load.”

You feel your eyes igniting like big red flames at the idea. When Mark starts to thrust again your body starts to break down even more down to the pleasure.

It was all too much but you can tell from how deep he’s reaching you this man won’t be able to last very long. Your walls squeezing him around the shape we’re making it so hard.

Mark was pumping himself until he can feel his cock literally tremble to continue anymore. And you feel the salon chair shake with each rough patching movement against your body rocking it forwards.

The store lets the body slapping between your sweating bodies to continue as you’re in your own world together. Mark had you pulling up against him as he lets your breasts flow with the rough movements of rocking you forward until he has his own orgasm itching at the door.

You feel your heart pace up when you heard Mark groan softly against your back. “Fuck fuck fuck…” and you just knew he was so close now, because his voice felt like a mixture of a whine and a groan.

The silky velvet walls of yours had him begging to pump you full of his cum and have you dripping out only of him. To have you ooze only him out and that’s exactly what he wants.

He wants you full and stuffed of him.

“So… so close, Y/n… fuck…” Mark’s whiny whispers were caught off at the end a little as he takes a deep breath in and within the same moment he kept up the thrusts.

Even if it was so difficult to continue to stimulate himself until he’s reaching his end, Mark finds himself addicted to the way your womb welcomes him. It feels so good, so much he couldn’t shake the feeling of it away.

Mark jerks forward and then suddenly a cry out was heard with Mark burying his head between your nape and shoulder area, he squeezed himself around your walls so deep you feel the load practically injected inside you. You let out a soft groan at the feeling that you’re being held so tight as Mark slips himself inside you even more to fuck a little bit of his own cum in you to ensure it won’t all fall out.

You feel like your body was melting when Mark huffs out a few burning words from his lips. You find yourself stuck with this man all night…

You wonder if he’s going to remember anything in the morning. Or if he won’t?

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The next morning Mark woke up in his bed completely wrecked and exhausted. Unaware of what’s happened last night it’s like deja vu to him.

Whenever he drinks alcohol he cannot remember a single freaking thing and Mark was in the cycle where he’s telling himself off for drinking way too much.

“I should really stop with the alcohol…” Mark equips with disappointment in his voice, he really should stop.

Walking across the room he was shirtless wearing only grey sweatpants and he slowly moves out of his room to see his roommate Donghyuck already up in the kitchen.

They lived together for nearly a year now. Donghyuck was a year younger than Mark but they’re pretty close now.

Although sometimes they fight, they both really feel like they’re close like brothers. Mark with his tired expression and groggy eyes opens the fridge and yawns into his hand.

“You’re up?” Donghyuck smirks as he saw how hungover his friend was, god he always looks like a mess when he goes out with Johnny and Yuta.

Mark hums grabbing the bottle of milk and pours himself a glass. “God you look like shit.” Donghyuck said now with a little laugh.

The boy wanted to roll his eyes and say how nice of you but instead Mark just drank the glass of milk to neutralise hopefully his stomach otherwise he will be having a hard day ahead.

Hungovers are so bad. He just wished he didn’t drink so much last night but he’s always like this. Mark has no self control at all.

What’s worse?

Mark can’t even remember what happened at all last night. He’s just a blank canvas now. Everytime he drinks Mark couldn’t remember anything even if he tried to remember and make himself forced to see what happened last night he just can’t.

So not only was he left feeling utterly crap. Mark was also having a hard time what happened.

“I’m never drinking again.” Mark said with a sigh out once he finally finished drinking the glass of milk. He puts it down in the sink and Donghyuck knows Mark won’t keep to those words.

He wants to tell Mark he needs to stop lying to himself but he doesn’t say anything because his eyes caught on Mark’s neck something.

Donghyuck comes a closer to Mark now with squinting eyes. He recognised something different about him. “Hey Mark did you get a new tattoo last night?”

“What? No…” Mark said with a soft rejection because he certainly doesn’t remember getting one. He slowly moves to his room opening the closet to look in a mirror and when he saw that Donghyuck was actually right…

His eyes widen and he runs his hands over the tattoo that stings a little at the same time, he wonders when did he get this tattoo?

The tattoo was beautiful and it was delicately done. It was two wings crossing together and Mark wonders if he got this done when he was absolutely hammered because if that’s the case, Mark feels so dumb. He can’t even remember the night or anything like that.

Mark whispers in disbelief. “Since when did i get this tattoo?”

He’s a little determined to know who did this work, but he cannot remember anything, the next thing he knew he saw his phone buzz open with messages from late night.

One that came from the contact name: The Tattoo Artist.

The Tattoo Artist: Hey Mark had fun last night. I hope you like your tattoo and you can come by round the shop sometime! :) -Y/n

One thing he knows for sure, he had your number and he now knows your name which rings a bell to him. It’s like his body remembers you but his brain cannot. It’s like he knows you guys did something more than just a tattoo because the text messages says it all.

Mark is definitely meeting you again, to get a new tattoo, or to end up drunk at your store again.

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Please ? | MarkLee

Parings : sub idol ! mark and dom ! afab idol trainee

warnings: Reader is mean, mark is kinda a dick in the beginning, dry humping, hand riding, handjob, porn with "plot" ?, mark is extremely desperate, creampie, Yuna and Yeonjun are mentioned, not proofread (sorry), mark cries

a/n: he cries he cried he croed.

English is my first language i'm just illiterate sometimes sorry heh

W.C: 1.8k

!!MINORS DNI!!

You checked your phones screen once more, seeing yet another message from Mark Lee, a fellow member of your new company you had just joined. He had always been flirty behind closed doors, but obviously nothing actually happened. You were close because he was your groups mentor, but with you being the groups oldest member and leader, you always felt a slight competition with him. Which wasn't necessarily good or bad.. but it definitely sparked some competitive emotions from you both. On camera obviously he was so distant that fans would even make videos of you two, claiming you were an annoying fan of his that only joined the company to get close to him. If only they knew how he really was with you.. their heads would explode. The videos didn't bother you all that much, and you naturally just assumed it was his personality to be hot and cold at times.

The bright screen stung your eyes against the darkness of the party you were at. He had sent possibly 10 or more texts. You look back up at Yuna, ignoring his messages again and again.

"So yeah, it's just been crazy trying to schedule everything involved with the debut you know.." You say to her and a couple other girls, taking a sip of your soda.

She nodded back at you, with a concerned expression. "No yeah totally, I remember those days. It was such a pain." After she finished her sentence you felt a pair of large arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into their chest.

"Hey." You heard Marks distinct voice in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. You were taken aback and also were quite embarrassed due to the glares you received from the other idols at the party. This was definitely NOT a good look for someone as new as you. A "Rookie".

"What're you doing?" He asked.

You break from his grasp. "Talking with my friends," you reply coldly attempting to break from his grasp. He sighs, "Well I need to talk to you." He murmurs, trying to grab you by your wrist to bring you somewhere, to which you resist.

"I actually was just going to go do- something important." You make up on the spot. Why do you have listen to everything he has to say when he never lets you speak? You make your way through the amount of people, towards Yeojun who was playing beer pong. Yeonjun was someone you looked up to in your company, but he was also someone you'd consider to be a close friend since you went to the same middleschool. He was there for you through every middle-school-heart-break that tore you apart in the tween love kinda way. The emotional support was mutual though, because when he was rejected ONE TIME out of many, his ego was the most hurt you've ever seen and you were there for him.

"Hey, something up?" He pauses. His members sighed and protested in annoyance at him pausing their "intense" game right at its peak.

"No.. I just wanted to see what you were up to." You said looking at him in a "help this guys is following me" kinda way right as mark walked up behind you. He glances between you and mark to let you know he was directly behind you.

"You two know each other?" Yeonjun asked, pulling the oblivious kinda act.

Mark scoffed. "Had the same question." Yeonjun looked down at you, narrowing his eyes seeking some kind of response, or some word of what the hell you wanted him to do right now.

"Look bro, she's jus' gonna play some pong with us real quick. That alright?" Yeonjun hoped he was playing this right.

"So you're tryna get her drunk? If you knew her you'd know y/n can't drink for shit." Well this was embarrassing. Did he really just have to scream that in front of your entire agencies population. Just tell the whole world at that point.

Yeonjun was taken aback by Mark's accusation, "W- Huh?" You were so done. You grabbed marks ear, yanking it so hard he had to lean down to your height. "OW OWWWW" He exclaimed as you dragged him to a random open bathroom and locked the door behind you. Mark was rubbing his red swollen ear, "What the hell is wrong with you-?" but was he was abruptly interrupted by a slap landing across his face, only adding to his existing pain.

He stood there for a multiple of seconds, honestly in too much shock to move. "Can't I ever do one thing without you hanging over my shoulder? Even when I was a trainee for fucks sake I couldn't teach my team one dance myself without you taking over. It was so fucking exhausting you know that?" You raked your fingers through your hair, scrunching your nose in anger. "And now you're doing this bull shit infront of the company?" You were trying to regain your composure, until you heard a small noise come from mark. Did he just-

Mark wasn't staying silent because he was hurt, or because he was listening to your lecture. He was turned on. Fucking turned on. It was a small whimper that fell from his mouth. You let out a small breathy laugh, as you look down noticing the tent in his pants.

"Is this some sort of joke?" You say, still in a slight anger filled tone. "Do you really have a boner right now? for real?" He looked down, immediately attempting to cover himself.

"Wh- No I s-swear it's not what it looks like..." His demeanor completely changed. He was like a scared mouse afraid to be eaten by a hawk, you in this situation. He was squirming as you abruptly grabbed his hand that was covering himself and swatted it out of the way. His light colored pants now having a small wet patch on them.

You laughed again, louder this time. "Aww, what would your trainees that look up to strong leader mark think right now seeing you like this?" You teased walking closer to him as he stepped back. Eventually you closed the gap, pushing him against the wall, gaining a small whine from mark. This would be fun.

"Damn, stop it.." He proteste through clenched teeth. You looked down again. "What? Mad you can't force yourself on me to get off?" You gripped the tent that was pushing against his pants. "Isn't that right markie?"

He lets out a gasp, his face flushed with red in embarrassment especially because of the nickname. "F-Fuck, stop it--" He groans, his hands shakily trying to grab yours in attempt to push it away. He was trying so desperately to keep his cool, but he was practically falling over. "C'mon, stand up straight." Her grip tightens if that was even possible.

"Please.." He was begging you now with his eyes tightly shut, his breaths becoming more labored as he tried to keep a grip on his last ounce of control. "How does it feel? To be the one that's completely controlled." You drop your hand from his crotch. He immediately lets out a whine as you let go of him. He slowly peeks open his eyes, his gaze falling on you as he's panting, sweat beading on his forehead. "Please." He repeated in a small voice, looking at your with desperacy.

"Please what?" You demanded he reply. He paused before replying, knowing as his dignity would dissolve the moment he spoke. "Please.. touch me.. again.." He slowly let out in a quiet whisper, almost a mumble. Tears stung his eyes as the words left his mouth. He screwed his eyes shut in embarrassment as the tears feel down his cheeks. "Do it yourself." You put your hand in front of his clothed cock, to which he whimpers, his hips twitching at the sight of your hand so close to his boner. Quickly he undid his belt, dropping his stained pants to his ankles. His hips quickly press against you through the thin fabric of his boxers, so thin that you could feel every vain, a sign of how badly he wanted you.

You let out a small laugh. His expression is one of pure shame and pleasure. "D-Dont mock me.." He says while shaking his head and sniffling. He was a complete mess. His legs shaking in pleasure, tears still falling, his hips hitting your hand at a constant pace. Precum leaked furiously causing a sticky feeling inside his boxers, which was rather uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to complain right now. You were getting impatient, wanting to get back to your friends before they got too suspicious. "I think I'm gonna cum.." he whispered. "Don't you fucking dare." You pressed his hips against the wall, his large body crashing against the hard wall. You pulled the band of his boxers down, the head of his pretty cock hitting his belly as he whines at the feeling.

"God, who knew you were so fucking easy hm?" You rub your thumb over his tip slowly. "Controlling you wasn't as challenging as you made it seem."

"I'm n-not eas-" You pump his cock at a ruthless pace as he latches onto you to stop himself from tumbling over. "Please-ah- so close..." He was on the verge, but you weren't planning on making this last longer than needed. You sped up your pace, other thumb teasing the slit of his tip once again. Without warning he came, the warm liquid gettin all over your forearm along with all over the bathroom floor. "Seriously? I was nice for once and this is what you do? So filthy" You say, grasp going back onto his cock, continuing to stroke him after his orgasm. "W-ait..y/n I cant- ah.. Holy shit- " He was thrashing around, relentlessly twitching as overstimulation washed over him. You stopped, not wanting to torture him too much.

You walked to the sink to wash your hands off, turning around to let out a laugh as you saw him putting his pants back on. "Clean the floor." You demanded as you flung open the door, heading back the party.

The bright lights blinded you, still feeling worked up after what you just did. In the haze you bumped straight into yeonjun who was completely wasted. His arm lazily flung around your should. "Y/n...?Wherv you beeennnn" he giggled but he smelt terrible. Great, more chores. But maybe this could add to the fun?