#mark tuan x female reader

[markie-baby]

Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️

"How am I supposed to tell yah?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,

Nobody gets me like you.

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you,

Nobody gets me, you do..."

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.

Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.

You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.

So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.

The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.

As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.

Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."

Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."

Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.

"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.

"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."

Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.

"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.

His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...

You were horny as all hell.

"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?

"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.

Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.

You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.

"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"

Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.

"Badly."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"

"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"

He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.

He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.

"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.

Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."

"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.

With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."

His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."

He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."

As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.

"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.

"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"

"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.

Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.

"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.

You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.

"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."

"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.

"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."

"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."

"Oh, really? I can't tell."

He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."

You agreed, biting your lip.

As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.

"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.

Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.

"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"

"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."

"Is that so?"

You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."

Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."

You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.

Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.

"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."

"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"

"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."

You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.

"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."

Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.

"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."

"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"

Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"

"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.

"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.

"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.

Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.

"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."

"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.

"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."

"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"

Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"

A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.

Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"

"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.

His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."

You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."

Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.

"May I?"

You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.

"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.

"Yes," you sighed.

His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.

Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.

You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.

"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.

You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.

Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.

The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.

"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.

Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.

His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.

You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.

Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"

"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.

"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."

Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.

"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.

You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.

"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.

As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"

A blush tinged your cheeks.

"I could say the same for you."

Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.

"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.

His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.

"What are you gonna do with me now?"

"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"

His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.

"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"

Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.

"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.

"Yes," You breathed.

His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.

"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.

He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.

You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.

"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.

"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.

"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.

His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.

"Please". You begged him.

Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.

You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.

Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.

Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.

It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.

"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.

"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."

"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.

"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."

"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.

He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.

You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.

"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."

You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.

"Fuck me, Mark."

Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.

"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.

He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."

You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."

With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.

"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.

The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.

"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

Your response was incoherent mumbles.

Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.

You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.

"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."

His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.

You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.

"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."

With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.

"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.

"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."

"No, don't stop."

"I won't then."

Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.

"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."

He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."

Your heart ached at his words. "I do."

"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.

"All night?"

He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.

"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.

He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.

Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.

"That's it," Mark breathed.

His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.

"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"

"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."

Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.

You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.

"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.

He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."

Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.

Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.

You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."

"About what?" he asked.

"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.

He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.

"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."

"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.

It felt like heaven.

~🐰♡

[tuanstars]

Hi could you do a mark fluff where the reader and mark have had trouble with pregnancy before so when she is finally pregnant (about 7 months) he’s super protective when she’s around the members and he always wants her around just in case. Please and thank you!❤️

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Mark When You’re Finally Pregnant

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⇢ whew, okay, let’s go.

⇢ ok so, mark is just a naturally protective person even before you got pregnant

⇢ so now when you finally do, multiply that times a hundred.

⇢ whenever you’re around the boys, he always makes sure you’re sitting beside him

⇢ he always has an arm around you or your stomach

⇢ will glare at one of the members if they say something about your size

⇢ is always cooing to the baby, and he doesn’t care if the members hear it or not

⇢ he’s most definitely keeping you at least 7 feet away from bambam, yugyeom, and jackson at all times

⇢ reason being that they’re some of the most hyper, and he doesn’t need anything harming you or the baby

⇢ he barely lets you around youngjae, but the only reason he does is because you say you like his happy nature and laughter.

⇢ jinyoung, jaebeom, and himself are the only ones he trusts completely with you and the baby.

⇢ if he ever has to be away for something, he has a specific set of rules set for the other members to follow

⇢ and they follow the rules because they know if they don’t and you’re harmed, mark will 100% kick all of their asses and throw something.

⇢ if they’re doing something physical for like a challenge or something, he’ll make sure you’re at LEAST 20 feet away. you’re his baby, and you’re having his baby so if you get hurt by their foolishness, he’s most definitely gonna be u n h i n g e d.

⇢ if you’re a clumsy person, he’s baby proofing everything, and watching your every move. he’s always behind you and making sure nothings in your path of direction that’s harmful

⇢ tell the members to not do any pranks because if you get too scared he’s gonna yell at whoever did that for making your heart rate go up.

⇢ he’s really loving and extra caring and clingy towards you during this time. he loves you with his whole heart, chest, and being and if you or the baby were to get harmed then someone had better hold him back because he’s not gonna be afraid to hurt someone.

i hope you enjoyed this!

[honey-subs]

of course!! i’m so excited for when this gets written 😳😳😳 imagine completely stripping and rigging up mark, putting a vibrator sleeve on him and then leaving him. you leave the room and do your thing around the house, his moans and cries can heard throughout. when you come back, he’s an absolute mess, having been pulled through multiple orgasms with the sleeve, and way too sensitive, but desperate for your touch, begging you with tears running down his face 🤤 -🖐

untitled - Mark Tuan

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⤷pairing - mark tuan x reader

⤷genre - smut

⤷summary - mark has just come back from tour, and he’s eager for your touch, but you teach him that he has to have patience.

⤷warnings - sub!mark, dom!reader, use of toys, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap your gifts before you give them), vaginal sex, really soft aftercare, bondage, neglect

⤷notes - one of my favorite prompts for mark ever.

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mark looked at you dreamily from his spot on your bed, arms tied above his head, and legs spread out for you and tied to the foot of the bed. he watched for, behind as you picked out a few things from your closet. you were still fully dressed while he was on the bed, completely free of his clothing.

you turn back around with the items in had. you held a clear fleshlight with a bottle of lube in your hand. his eyes widened at your choices, but he welcomed them nonetheless. he watches with curious eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed and lube up the sleeve nicely, making sure to get it slick enough. you slowly slide the toy down onto his cock, and he moaned at the feeling of the slick and how it squeezed around him.

you moved it up and down a few times, jerking him off with the toy before stopping and making sure it was completely on and snug at the base of his cock. before he can ask any questions, you’re turning on the vibration feature, and removing your hands completely.

his moans are soft, and quiet as he begin to strain against the rope. “you remember your safe word, right?” you asked, making sure he knew it in case you went too far. shakily, he nods his head, “it’s r-red.” he says, abdomen already beginning to clench. “good.” you tell him.

“i have quite a few chores to finish up. please, enjoy yourself while i’m gone.” you stare him up and down as you begin to leave. his eyes widened when he realized you were actually going to leave him like that.

words were unable to leave his throat, and he choked on a moan as he came, filling the clear toy with his cum, painting it’s insides with warm white. his eyes are rolled back and he’s shivering as he goes through his first orgasm of the day. with that, you cross the threshold, and close the door behind you.

his moans only progressively got louder from that point as you completed chores from around the house. even as you cleaned and wiped down the kitchen, you could still hear him moan out a “please!” before his voice cut off and he came into the toy again. you couldn’t deny how sticky your underwear had became, you were practically dripping at all the sinful sounds he made.

you pulled out your phone to distract yourself , and to hold out for a bit longer so you wouldn’t immediately give in, and it worked. before you knew it, around 30 minutes had passed, and you decided to go check on him. as you neared, his noises and whines only got louder. you pushed open the door slowly, and the sight was absolutely, breathtakingly amazing.

cum dripped from the toy onto his thighs and even on his lower abdomen in a small pool as the toy was overfilled. the buzzing was still going, and he was panting, breath coming in too small quantities. he was covered in a sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, toes curling as he cums dry into the toy again. “p-please...” he asked, voice raspy from all the noises he’s made. tears streamed from his eyes, and his cheeks seemed like they were permanently blushed.

you step over to him quickly, and the moment you put your hands on him, he’s coming dry into the toy again. “i-i need you.” he mutters, doing his best to keep his lidded eyes open to look at you. you turn off the toy, and he breathes a sigh of relief as you remove the dripping toy and put it somewhere it could make a mess.

“baby, you’ve came so much and you still want me?” you asked, wiping most of the cum from his messy lower half. “y-yes, please? wanna make you feel good...” he mumbles with a small sniffle. he whines when you accidentally brush his cock with your hand. “sensitive.” you mutter, and even under these circumstances, he still blushes deeply. you reach up to undo the ties around his wrists, and reach to do the ones on his ankles as well.

once you’re finshed, you begin to strip out of your own clothing. and he’s following you with his eyes. “see how wet you made me with all your sounds baby?” you asked, and he can see the glistening shine of your slick even from where he was on the bed. he’s eager to please you as you climb onto the bed, and gradually made your way to him.

he’s shivering when your straddling him, hands reluctantly going to hold your hips. it takes every bone and fiber in his body not cum dry as you sink down onto him slowly, your slick making the slip easy. “you feel so good, baby. you’ve been waiting for this for the longest, hm?” you swirled your hips and he whimpered. “y-yes, been wanting to be inside you...” he mumbled, grip on your hip tightning as you move up and down.

he’s moaning hoarsely as you continued your action, head falling back onto the pillows, eyes closing shut. without even being asked, his thumb comes down to rub tight and fast circles onto your clit to get you to reach your orgasm faster — and it works, your only getting closer and closer as you ride him.

just the sight of him is pushing you towards an edge as well, looking so fucked out and beautiful, already having cum until he’s dry but still wanting to please you. “fuck, baby, you’re so good, fucking into me so good.” you moan, clenching around him as you move back and forth. it’s ethreal when you do cum, world setting in a perfect shade of gold, and it feels like only you and mark exist as the particular time. your body is tensing, and your releasing as your pace slows. his cock is twitching as well, and he’s coming dry into as well with a shout of your name.

your breathing heavily when you finally get off of him, attempting to move and clean up, but a pair of arms pull you back to the bed. “no. we can clean and stuff later, right now, i just wanna cuddle you.” he mumbles against your shoulder as he places a kiss against it. “i’ll just remove the towel so we can lay down comfortably.” you told him, helping him under the covers so you can throw the towel in the dirty clothes bin to be moved later.

he’s clinging onto you when you’re finally into the bed, curling into you to make himself seem smaller than he already is. “you know you did so good for me, right? you took it so well, i didn’t expect you to like it so much.” you admitted as you played with his hair.

“it felt amazing, but you felt even better.” he told you, words muffled as he snuggled into your shoulder. his eyes were closed, and as he talked more his words got more and more slurred as he got more and more tired. eventually, he stopped talking all together and soft snores emitted from his mouth instead. “sleep well, markie.” you told him as you kissed his forehead lovingly — even in he sleep he gave a small smile at the feeling.

[vanillaknj]

family reunion — mark tuan

includes — slightly angsty, fluffy at the end, mentions of kids, gn!reader, crying, etc.

a/n — this was cute and i liked writing it 🥺

a/n — please excuse all spelling mistakes

to say mark tuan loved going to your family reunion would be a giant understatement. he loved your family, and your family loved him.

mark loved talking about you with your mother and laughing about your embarrassing childhood moments. he loved talking to your dad about you as well, gaining new facts about you everytime. he loves playing ball with your cousins, and even beating them sometimes. but most of all, he loved playing with the kids.

you learned that quickly at one family reunion when the moment you arrived, he was leaving your side and going to play with the small children.

you sighed, giving a half hearted smile at him when the kids pulled him away. you walked into the house to great your parents and close cousins, spending time with them as it’s been a while since you’ve last seen them.

it’s hours later when you notice that mark is still playing with the children. your heart squeezed as you looked out the window and saw him steadily playing and laughing with the small kids.

you’d known for a long time that mark wanted kids. mark was a natural with kids, why wouldn’t he want any? you didn’t know if you wanted any kids this soon, yet you were at odds since you knew he wanted kids. you clenched your jaw as you continued watching. eventually, you turned away, opting to step out of the house. you parents had been watching, and since you confided in them your issue the last time you were over, they already knew what was wrong, yet they let you go for your alone time.

you quickly made your way behind your house, brushing off everyone’s questions of concern as you sped up. you went to the giant oak tree behind your house, the one you’d been attached to ever since childhood.

you sat behind it, away from everyone’s prying eyes. you pulled your knees to your chest and trying to regulate your breathing. you did your best to keep them at bay, but the tears that had welled up in your eyes had eventually spilled over your cheeks.

you don’t know how long you sat under that tree before you heard mark’s concerned voice. “y/n? hey, hey, hey are you okay? baby why are you crying?” he asks, crossing his legs as he sits in front of you and pulls your tear-soaked hands away from your face.

“it’s stupid. you can go back, i’ll be okay, mark.” you whisper and his heart clenches in his chest when he hears your voice crack. “it’s not stupid if you’re crying.” he says, scooting closer to you. “i just- i know how much you’ve wanted kids, and i see how you interact with my little nieces and nephews and cousins, and i get sad because i can’t give that to you. i don’t think i’m ready for kids right now, but you do and i don’t know what to do…” you whisper, and mark’s face falls when he learns the reason of your tears.

“y/n, it’s okay. i’m willing to wait as long as you are, i’m in no hurry. it’s okay if you’re not ready, i understand. please don’t cry.” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “i’m sorry, mark.” you whisper, using your hands to wipe your tears. “don’t be sorry, i’m glad you’ve told me.” he says softly, using the pads of his fingers to help wipe your tears.

when your tears are fully gone, and your eyes are only minimally red, he asks. “ready to go back inside?” he looks at you with big eyes of concern. “no, can we just stay here a bit?” you ask, leaning your head on his shoulder. he whispers a small ‘okay.’ and leans his head on top of yours. the both of you stayed just like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence and loving.

[m-yien]

DREAM MASTERLIST

Scenarios of boyfriend things with Mark Tuan. From how your relationship started, continued and blossomed into something you thought you would only catch a glimpse of in dreams.

ONE. First time dancing... TWO. Dinner and phone numbers... THREE. Dogsitting and messages... FOUR. You’re everywhere... FIVE. Through the night... SIX. Oops!

more to come! send me an ask if you have any suggestions or ideas :’) DO NOT REPOST. M-YIEN, 2020

[yiensaintlaurent]

00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Mark X Fem!Reader

Summary: You know I always thought titles didn’t matter, it turns out I actually really wanted one, I was just fooling myself.

One-shot

Please don’t read if you’re innocent, this is smut and mature content, please read other works if you like my fanfiction but, don’t read the smut. Just this is for mature readers and/or over 18 readers.

Prompt: 9. "Wanna sneak out of this family diner and have a date instead?"

High school & 70′s Au Family dinners are great and all, just fine. Especially, when they let you bring a friend over. Because you're the only kid your age, and they want you to have someone to talk to who gets your, 'lingo' as they like to say.

This year my friend, Mark. Well I say friend in a very loose term. We much more than that, we never really put a title on it like, 'boyfriend and girlfriend' or 'friends with benefits' even though we've had more sex than one would like to admit. We've been on millions of dates yet we never bring up the fact. I think both assume that we already know. But we're still unsure. I love him and all, but I don't really believe in the need of having the title to be happy. He thinks the same way, we both proclaimed that ergo, we don't bring it up. The doorbell rings and my parents were having me as the door opener so they could focus on finishing the meal. It's Mark and his parents, now they are sort of like family, we've known each other forever. We greet each other by, "What is." "What it was" "What it shall be" in unison. Like, his parents are invited every year. But, originally he didn't go until my parents one time at the Easter dinner three years back brought up that they should bring their son, so I could have someone to talk to. No, Mark's family and mine are not family. It's just that they practically are living down the street of them. And since then we knew each other from school, and we got even closer. We were planning since Thanksgiving dinner went so well... That we could sneak out. It's possible because our parents and the family tend to get drunker than fuck. My parents finally finish the dinner as I bring in the last of the relatives. Mark and I are talking as we grab a little something. It had to be at least 30 minutes before my father starts drunking-ly rambling and laughing. The rest of the family were getting their fill of drinks when, "Wanna sneak out of this family dinner and have a date instead? Let's stick to the man, babe." I nod at him and we casually walk out of the house, none of them caring being as they all were in the haze. We throw on our coats, unlike winter every where else, it's not even a feet of snow. Just fake snow my parents threw on ground. It's still chilly but, you know. We walk to a diner that is still open on Christmas, luckily. We get a large chocolate shake him asking to share it with me and I agree. Only because, we get two separate straws he groans saying was his straw not good enough and I tell him simply, 'yes'. I get spaghetti and he gets a steak. We sit in a booth across from each other. Grinning and just laughing about things that were useless, but time that you enjoyed wasting was never really wasted at all. He gets up and he says, "I got the perfect song!" I raise my brow and he rushes over to the jukebox. His bell bottoms moving across the floor, as he strides his way over to me. And starts dancing in the middle of the diner its not like we were the only ones doing that it's just we do that a lot. I grin as we move to the song, Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons new hit, "December 1963, Oh What A Night" (Song came out in 1975 just flashback). "You look bangin' babe." "Right backatcha, Casanova." He shakes his head and twirls me. He sings me, "What a lady, what a night." I laugh and we sit back down as the song ends and coincidentally the waitress comes out with our food. And we hear real loud laughter and someone running with another person not to far behind them, and we hear the fuzz, their loud sirens behind them. "If it's BamBam you owe me 20" "Get bent, I bet it's the goons from South Broad." "I'll shake to that." Finishing my spaghetti before he finishes his steak. "You know what be heavy?" "What?" "If it was both of them." "I'm hip" I grin at him as he finishes the steak and we start drinking our milkshake together, the second one she brought around for the both of us. The waitress grumbles as she picks up our plates and Mark says, "You know everyone's happier when their getting boned." "You would know." "Like you would too, babe." I laugh kissing his nose, and then he asks, "Have you ever wanted to put a label on us?" "Like at one point... I still do." "How about, let's say boyfriend and girlfriend?" "I wouldn't mind that I'm down for it." He grins and kisses me across the table. We pay for our dinner and he puts his hand into the back pocket of my bell bottoms, I recently just gotten. And I put mine in the back of his bell bottoms. And he says, "Let's blow this popsicle stand." We walk out and we see the goons and BamBam running down the street towards us, along with two of the goons, we slip into the alley. We're somewhat good kids. Being as no one believes that we'd do anything wrong. And our parents would kick our asses if we ended up in jail. Not to say we didn't drink under age, that's a norm. You go to one of our parties and you're gonna be drunk off your ass by the end of the night. Oh and yes there is the fact that our ceiling is yellow from the cigarette smoke. Instead of being porcelin white like it used to be. Almost everyone's house in town except for the squares or overly religious people's houses. We shake and say, "Truce, dude." He kisses me pulling me closer to him, and he says, "You know what would be a great way to start our official title?" "Shag?" "It's like you read my mind, babe." He laughs as we continue to walk together as we were doing before our hands in each other's back pockets of the other's bell bottoms. We reach his house, he opens the door. (Just so you know, most people didn't lock their doors the believed it was safe back then). Throwing off our coats as we enter. He kisses me deeply, I take my one hand out of his bell bottoms to put them in his soft brown shaggy hair. I feel his hand move out of my bell bottoms and underneath my shirt as we make-out.

We stop to catch our breath and he throws of my shirt. I take off his shirt quickly as well my fingers trailing over his abs. He quickly undoes his belt, and steps out of his jeans kicking them to the side. I undo mine quickly after, and he drags me up to his room after, we pick up our jeans.

I slip my panties off the minute we get inside the door. And he asks me as he kisses my neck, “Want to try something different?”

“Like what?”

“Oral, but we both are receiving.”

“How is that gonna work?”

“Um well I saw it in that new porno that came out, the one I snuck into remember?”

“Oh, because you were like sticking it to the man, because you like didn’t want to wait till your 18th birthday which was the next day.”

He laughs and nods and he says, “Either I can be on the bed or you.” I shrug my shoulder so he lays on the bed and he pulls me over after slipping off his tented briefs. To reveal he was hard and ready to go.

“Come here, foxy lady.” I laugh and say, “Okay, Casanova. How does this like, exactly work?”

“So you like put your hips over my face, like face sitting, but like you lean down and suck me off.”

“Okay I’m down with that.” I slowly straddle his face backwards with my hips and I feel his breath on my lower lips, if I wasn’t already wet. That just made me twice as wet, I inhale sharply and I move myself so I’m over his cock and I give his cock a kitten lick. And he lets out a groan, the vibrations sending a shivers  up my back.

Without any hesitation I tightly hold my thumb in my palms my fingers clasping over it. (It makes you have no gag reflex). And I deep throat him, he lets out a moan as I grind my hips onto his face, because he had yet to do anything. It’s like a light bulb went off in his head and he starts sucking my clit. I moan around his cock, and he bucks up into my mouth. Not expecting it I pull off a little, tears pricking into my eyes. And he apologizes and I tell him it’s fine after I pulled off his cock to suck at his tip. Not long before I went back to deep-throating him. My hand keeping me from falling off the bed from being unbalanced. While my other hand clasping my palm rests on his thigh, also sort of steadying me.

As he licks my entrance, pushing his tongue as far as it can go up into it, I let a few moans as he groans at the sesation and makes the whole thing another cycle. I softly graze my teeth on the bottom vein of his cock, trying to get him off faster because my jaw was starting to hurt. I feel his fingers slip into me slowly. His middle finger. I only knew that because his middle finger has his class ring on it. And omg.... That is so cold compared to how hot I truly was.

I graze over his vein, and he thrusts into my mouth again, I was prepared that time, so I didn’t pull off as I felt his ring finger go up inside me, and I feel them curl inside me as he starts sucking my clit again, I let out a moan around his cock and I move my mouth to suck at his tip and he bucks his hips. I start grinding on his hand and face trying to get me off faster. As I try to get him off faster as well.

I feel him twitch once so I decide to take him all again deep-throating him, yet again. And he cums moaning against my clit loudly the vibrations causing me to cum, I make sure to get any that slipped out of my mouth swallowing all of it. I feel him lapping up my juices as he likes to call them instead of my cum. And I move off his cock to catch my breath after that breathtaking orgasm. I feel him slowly pick me up and I roll over to flip myself around as I fall off the bed to get up. And I smile and curl up to him and tell him, “That was amazing. Like remind me to go to pornos with you, next time?” He laughs and nods and kisses me. “I’m down with that.”

“So, we don’t get caught by smokey, shall we return to you’re house?”

“Aw fuck it, they’re gonna find out anyways.”

“Let’s at least get dressed.”

“You right, smooch-ya.”

 “Smooch-ya-too, baby.”

[bambikisss]

AND WE'RE LIVE

COLLEGE!MARKTUAN X COLLEGE!READER

College is hard for everyone, and everyone has to find ways to deal with the stress. Mark found a way to deal with it, through streaming on twitch. When he becomes popular on the streaming site, he hides it from everyone as much as possible…Until you find it.

NSFW: ORAL (FEMALE RECEIVING), DIRTY TALK, SLIGHT EXHOBISTION

Mark closed the door to his dorm room, sighing as he leaned against it as he dropped his backpack onto the ground next to him. He had a full day of classes and he missed a meeting with his counselor due to a test he took in class.

His roommate, Joey, looked over from his bed, tossing a pillow at him. "What's wrong with you, man?" Mark opened one eye, grabbing the thrown pillow as he walked to his bed, tossing it back at him. "Long day. I just wanna relax and not do anything at all." He felt stressed, and had a good reason why. He had a packed day since 9 am plus work. He was desperate for sleep.

"Well, sorry to ruin your relaxed night, but you promised everyone on Twitter and Instagram that you'd stream tonight." He showed him the tweet he put out two weeks ago, indeed promising that he was going to indeed stream on that day, around 9 at night. Mark sighed again, getting down off of his bed as he trudged over to his gaming set up. He loved streaming, he really does, but, he does hate the times he chooses. Why did he choose so late at night? "Can you at least go ahead and grab me some food from the dining hall while I do this, then?" He asked, Joey nodding, patting his back as he walked out. Mark loaded up Twitch, letting the stream start while he closed his eyes. He had to put a face on, not wanting his fans to notice his exhaustion.

"Hey you guys, it's Mark Tuan here. Why the fuck am I talking so formally?" He laughed softly, wiping his eyes as he glanced at the flooding comments. "Sorry guys, I'm kinda tired as fuck. Anyways, we're playing some Among Us, so lemme load it up and get this shit going."

You had just walked into the dining hall, coming back from a shift at the school library. You weren't one to go to the dining hall, but, you were too broke to get DoorDash for the third day in the row.

"Y/N!"

You turned to a happy Joey, jogging over to you. As you two hugged, you noticed the array of food he had in his hands. "Getting food for Mark again?" Motioning to the food he had cradled in his arms. Joey nodded, saying something about how he was being lazy and didn't wanna get his own food. You nodded, remembering when Mark used to always ask you to get him breakfast and drop it off in his first-class because he slept in. "Wanna come with me to deal with his ass?" You agree, the dinner food was all forgotten about as you both made your way to his dorm.

Mark could be heard down the hallway, screaming about something. "Is Mark cracking over a game again?" You knew how Mark got when he played games and kept losing, having once lost to you when playing Call Of Duty. As you both got closer, you noticed your empty pockets. You dropped your keys somewhere. This was your fourth set of keys, so you couldn't afford to get another key from your RA. "Hey, I'll be right back I need to go find my keys." Joey nodded as you ran down the hallway, retracing your steps. Joey shrugged, laughing softly at your clumsiness, before entering the shared dorm. Mark was still playing a game, talking to fans about how he couldn't believe he didn't win the last round. Joey placed the food onto the desk next to Mark's drink, a small 'thank you coming from his lips before he lost again, tossing his head back in frustration. "You better calm down before Y/N comes back with her keys and beats you up for cursing so loud at night." Mark's eyes grew wide, quickly sitting up to tell his stream he needed to take a break, turning off his camera and muting his mic before getting up and cleaning up his side of the room. Joey watched him rush around, laughing softly. "This isn't funny, man! I'm streaming!" he hissed, Joey's hands raised in self-defense.

No one in this University knew he was a Twitch Streamer and he'd like to keep it that way. Especially from you.

He didn't know how you'd feel about him doing it, probably calling him weird or something. He always wanted to put his best foot forward when it came to you. He wanted to impress you.

And this would ruin it.

Mark quickly shoved the large number of dirty clothes he once had on the floor into Joey's arms, along with the laundry soap. "You're seriously gonna make me do laundry while you sit here and probably make a fool of yourself in front of Y/N?" Joey asked, getting off his bed before placing the clothes into the basket. He didn't wait for Mark's reply, taking the basket to the laundry room with a small "Good luck, man."

Mark continued to rush around and clean up the area, trying to make the place look decent. He decided that tonight would be the night he would finally ask you out. Or just keep you close, either one will do for him. Before he could do anything else, he heard your soft knock which made him more nervous than he felt before. He quickly rushed to toss a blanket over his computer before he opened the door to see your soft smile. "I see you found your keys, Y/N. Again." he chuckled as you pushed your way into the room, turning to see his covered desktop area. "I see you broke your computer" which made him blush. He was not going to correct you on what happened to it, deciding to let you have the moment. He closed the door, sitting next to you on the large sofa he had underneath his lofted bed. He hoped you couldn't tell how nervous he was to have you this close and all alone.

You could.

"Um, do you want me to go out until Joey comes back or?" You asked, turning to Mark who was playing with his red hoodie string. "No! No, it's alright. I just...you make me nervous" You stared at Mark at his sudden confession, asking questions to figure out why. Mark watched your lips move, staring at them fit around the words that came out of your mouth. He decided to act on his sudden lust and confidence, quickly capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your lips froze against his, finding the sudden kiss to startle you.

You weren't going to deny that he was always attracted to you, especially when he let his hair get wild. You always found messy haired and relaxed clothes Mark to be hot. You didn't know how long it took you to kiss back, but you put your hands in his hair and pulled him into the kiss roughly. He let out a surprised noise, a moan following after. His hands went to your hips, teeth and tongue now clashing together as he pulled you onto his lap,only for you to hit your head on the upper bunk.

He pulled back, quickly checking her head while murming apologies. He let his hands go into your hair, massaging the area you hit your head at while kissing and biting your neck. He gently and carefully picked you up, moving you to stand the floor. "Y/N...I" "Mark please just fuck me" Your words cut through his hesitation, picking you up before moving you to the desk area, placing you onto the desk before kicking away the chair, sinking to his knees. He bit along your thighs, pulling down your shorts while he looked up at you. "Beg for me, Y/N. Beg for me to eat this sweet pussy" You looked down, slightly surprised at his words, becoming a bit nervous. You weren't used to someone becoming confident so fast into sex. Mark rubbed your thighs, placing them onto his shoulders. "Awe, don't be scared...Tell me what you want." he pleaded. You nodded, taking a deep breath before looking down at Mark. "Eat my pussy, Mark, please. I've wanted it-oh my god fuck" Mark didn't give you even a chance to finish, becoming impatient. He slowly licked you up, his lips wrapping around your clit before sucking softly, moaning at your taste. You tossed your head back, gripping the sheet that was over the desktop, making it fall. Mark didn't even care as he pushed a finger in, his tongue moving widlily against you as he moved his finger. Your moans got louder, not even remembering where you were. Mark looked up at you, grabbing your panties that were next to the discarded shorts, moving to stand up and continue moving his finger in you. "Hush baby~ You can't be too loud." he put your underwear in your mouth, smirking at you wriggling and moans, his lips moving to your ear, whispering filthy things into your ear.

You tightened around him as he bit and sucked a hicky onto your neck, feeling like you were about to unravel, which Mark noticed and chuckled at. "You're gonna cum for me, huh? You wanna make a mess on my desk? Be good to me baby, make a mess for me"

You moaned loudly, coming on his fingers while Mark continued two whisper filthy praises into your ear. When you calmed down, he helped you clean up (he cleaned you up with his tongue.."I was thirsty") and get dressed. Before he could say anything, you heard a bunch of dings come from his computer. You both turned to the noise, noticing his stream which had still been going on; the camera was still off, yet the microphone was still on.

Mark rushed to turn off the computer and end the stream, running his hands through his hair as his face became a dark red. "I..uh" "How many people heard me?" You asked, rubbing his back to comfort him as he shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know you did twitch...that's cool"

The air in the room was slightly dampened by the discovery, Mark turning to you, looking disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry I didn't think it was on still and I-" "Mark..calm down." Mark continued to ramble apologies, which you cut off with a kiss. You ignored the taste of you that lasted on his lips as he kissed back, holding you close. You pulled back a bit, looking up at him. "Lets..talk about that later. It'll probably get taken off for sexual-" "Shut up Mark and hurry up and fuck me before Joey comes back from trying to figure out how to do laundry and flirting with the attendants. " You swayed your hips as you walked to his bed, turning before grabbing the ladder. "I might even let you have a recording for yourself."

Mark smirked, grabbing his phone. "Smile for the camera baby. We're live"

[3raaaachachacha]

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Mark Tuan x female reader / 574 words / smut

Warnings: overstimulation, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex,

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day six of kinktober -  mark tuan x overstimulation

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“Mark! Don’t stop!” Was all you could whimper out from how amazing your fiance was fucking into you at the brutally fast pace he set. He had you on all fours as he firmly held your waist before pushing your front down to allow for your body to relax slightly. 

Mark had decided to take you on a surprise trip to Bali and rented out a private villa on the beach to allow for the quality time the both of you craved. He had been busy with work and reestablishing himself within the music industry, while you were hard at work at your office job. It was a stressful time in both of your lives, but you always made time to see each other at the end of each night and this was his reward to you for always looking out for him and taking care of him when he couldn’t himself. 

Mark couldn’t get enough of you and how amazingly tight you felt around his throbbing cock. The two of you had been at this for a few hours now, only letting you have a small break in between before getting back to it as if the two of you were rabbits. You were a whimpering mess as Mark continued edging you closer and closer towards your fifth orgasm of the day. 

“You can cum one more time for me, can’t you baby? Be a good girl for me,” He chuckled, still pounding into you from behind as a few grunts left his lips, signalling he was close to his release as well.

“Yes, sir,” You whined out as tears of pleasure rolled down your pink cheeks, closing your eyes as you gripped the pillow you laid on.

He spread your legs wider for him to thrust deeper into your soaked core as his fingers wrapped around your waist to frantically rub messy circles onto your clit. You bit the pillow to suppress your loud moans, but Mark had another idea as he threw it to the side, pulling onto your hair as a loud whimper escaped your lips. 

“Let me hear you. Fuck, you know what those sounds do to me,” His pace increased as small moans left his lips, tears of immense pleasure falling from your tired eyes.

Mark continued to pound into you as his cock twitched inside of you, spilling into your tight, warm core. He let a few moans leave his lips as he pumped his cock into you a few more times to rid your highs out as you whimpered from how sensitive you were from your sixth orgasm. He carefully pulled out of you as he watched the huge load of cum drip from your sore pussy. He groaned at the sight before getting up to grab a cool washcloth, realizing that you needed a bit of time to recover before going for another round.

He carefully wiped up the mess as you kept your eyes closed and tried to steady your breathing, “I wasn’t too rough on you, was I baby? You’re like a drug to me, I can never get enough of you,” He grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You smiled at him, still with closed eyes, “Don’t think you’re the only one who enjoyed that,” You quietly chuckled before gesturing for him to come towards you, “Come here and take a nap with me, then we can resume our activities.”

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Do It [M] (Just Friends January)

Pairing: Mark Tuan x female reader

Genre: romance / smut / friends to lovers

Warnings: a bit of angst, a fair amount of cursing, alcohol consumption, vomiting, a whole bucket load of denial and a detailed sex scene (consensual and sober, just for clarification).

Word count: 5060

Nothing Mundane | Do It | Waiting For You | Doctor’s Orders

“Can’t you just do it?”

“No way, Y/N,” Mark responded, shaking his head incredulously. This was getting beyond a joke now.

When you had first asked him about this, he had been gentle with you. He could see how vulnerable you were explaining the reasoning, and he had let you down gently. “We’re friends, Y/N. I… I couldn’t be responsible for doing that for you.”

“But you’re the person I trust the most in the world with this.”

He had to admit it was hard to turn you down that first time. The way you had widened your eyes, the unshed tears barely kept at bay, Mark had wanted to do everything to take away that pain. But what you were requesting of him was just too big of a deal. Something he shouldn’t ever have the right to take away when you were his best friend.

He thought his denial would have been enough. Yet there had been four other instances since, and the shy and fragile version of you was long gone.

“Surely it would be a good thing for you,” you continued, following Mark as he got up from the table to take out his dirty dishes. He glowered at your persistence, wishing that he didn’t live with you for once.

This was becoming torturous.

“Stop it, now.”

“Guys love sex. Don’t they? You do. I know you do. I’ve heard you talking with Jackson when you think I’m not home. And I’ve heard—”

It felt odd to be the one who was fully exposed by this exchange, and as Mark held up a hand to silence you, a heated flush made its way up his neck to his face. “This is about more than sex, and you know it.”

“I’m done waiting!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air. “Who in their right mind is a virgin at this age unless they’re waiting for marriage. I’m not even going to get married at this rate if no one will even touch me. Do you want me to die a spindled old hag with my chastity still intact?!”

“Lord,” Mark expelled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on. “You aren’t old at twenty-nine. You won’t die a virgin. Someone will come along, and it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Says the guy who lost his when he was fifteen to Kelly in the cupboard under the stairs of her house during her birthday party,” you reminded, and a loud groan left him as he headed towards his bedroom.

“Please don’t talk about that. You don’t want that. I didn’t want that. I lasted like, twenty seconds. It was fucking embarrassing.”

“At least you got some. And still do. I’ve heard it through the walls over the years when you’re bedding a moaner.”

“I cannot have this conversation with you,” he complained, shaking his head as he slumped into his gaming chair. “There are boundaries, Y/N.”

“Since when? You know everything about me. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked, Mark. You know little about clothing when you’re exhausted.”

“Y/N,” he said your name again, a plea for this to be over. “I am not taking your virginity.”

“No one will,” you announced glumly, and he glanced at you, noting the real concern in your gaze. He frowned. You laughed bitterly. “You know, if I batted for the other team, I could have probably had Celia go down on—”

“WHOA!” Mark all but yelled, flashes of the blonde lesbian from downstairs and you getting tangled up in the sheets invading his mind. He didn’t want to think of anything like that. He felt a twitch in his pants despite his best efforts and groaned, slapping a hand over his face. “Please. I don’t want to talk about this a second longer. I’m sorry, Y/N. You’ll thank me for not doing this. You don’t want me to do this for you.”

“If there’s anyone in this world I trust completely with my body and soul, it’s you, Mark,” you admitted quietly before leaving his room, the door shutting with a click behind you.

Leaning back in his chair, Mark stared up at the ceiling until he was unseeing. You had no idea why he couldn’t do this one thing for you.

“What are you doing?”

You glanced away from the plastic cup you had picked up from the kitchen countertop and towards Mark, who had approached you. “What does it look like?”

“You don’t drink,” he pointed out, reaching for the cup. Keeping a hold on it, Mark cocked his head to the side at you. “Why are you going to tonight?”

“Leave her be, Mark,” Bam announced, grabbing a cup for himself. “It’s about time Y/N lets loose at one of your parties.”

“Let loose?” he repeated, his gaze snapping from his friend to you. “Are you letting loose tonight?”

“Sure. I mean, why not? It’s my house too. It’s not like I have to remain sober for anything, right?”

“You never drink at our parties,” he said, and you shrugged, taking a sip of the beer. You pulled a face before taking a larger gulp.

Mark didn’t like this. He didn’t like you breaking away from the norm, away from your rigid set of rules. You didn’t do things like this, and he respected that about you. Whilst you were happy to have lucid conversations and dance with his friends, you had always drawn the line at getting intoxicated. A flash of the topic from last week had him reaching for the cup again and finishing it off for you. “Mark!”

“No more. I mean it. Don’t do this,” he warned, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m thirty in a month. I’ve long lived away from my parents’ commands, Mark Tuan. There’s no way I’m allowing you to tell me what I can or can’t do either,” you announced, taking a different cup from the countertop, and draining it. Once done, you shot him a challenging stare. “Are you going to continue being an asshole to me, or can I get what I want my own way?”

“This isn’t—”

“Y/N!” Celia’s feminine tone infiltrated the moment, and Mark willed his gaze to the ceiling before any of the dreams he’d been having of late tempted to cloud his thoughts again. By the time he’d calmed the reaction down, you were already gone from his side, nursing yet another cup of beer.

“Fuck,” he murmured, clamping his eyes shut.

“What’s up your nose tonight?”

“Y/N’s going to do something really stupid. I can feel it, Jinyoung.”

“Stupid, how?” Jinyoung wondered, and Mark groaned again, fisting his hair tightly before shaking his head. “Want me to help keep an eye on her?”

Mark imagined you convincing Jinyoung into your bedroom and felt himself pale. “Don’t worry. I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Fuck do I know,” he muttered to himself exasperatedly, not letting you out of his sight for the next hour.

He had barely avoided getting tangled in Rue, one of his usual conquests at parties like these, and came up with a really lame excuse to Jackson when he noticed Mark hadn’t been drinking much all night. But you sure had, and it was clear that you were now beyond tipsy.

Striding across the room, Mark grabbed your upper arms firmly before your face planted into Yugyeom’s lap. He hated this tension more than anything, his wild thoughts causing him to go insane. “Y/N. Time for bed.”

“Bed?!” you crooned, shaking your head freely. You had let your hair down, and your shirt had been unbuttoned lower than usual. Even if Mark trusted his younger friend with you, Yugyeom couldn’t help but dart his eyes over the smooth expanse of skin you normally didn’t share with the world. Mark shot him a reproachful look as he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you back into his body. You were hot from all the alcohol and wiggled against him.

For fuck sake, he thought internally at his body’s instinctive reaction and tugged you away from the couch. “You’ve had enough of the party.”

“I get to decide that!” you told him, pointing a finger at the space before you instead of at him. When you realised you weren’t directing it at him, you swivelled around clumsily in his grip until you were able to see him. You grinned lazily. “So handsome. So annoying. Stupid buttface!”

“Definitely time for bed,” he reiterated, prodding you along to your room. “Come on, party’s over.”

“It’s over?! No!” you cried with true disappointment, your pouty lips tugging downwards. “I didn’t get a chance to—”

“Don’t you dare finish that,” Mark warned, throwing his hand over your mouth. He was strangely possessive of you right now, not wanting to hear or think of who you would choose from the people within the house tonight. He couldn’t let you do that with any of them, and the people here were the good kind. His closest friends, yours too. Everyone was safe and yet felt completely dangerous to Mark.

He wouldn’t let a single one of them touch you.

You started to gag with his hand against your mouth, and he quickly pulled away, your strength coming back to you as you raced down the hallway to the bathroom. You were uncaring that Youngjae and his wife were lost in one another when you flung the door open and cradled the porcelain bowl, the pair easing out of the room as Mark grimaced. Rubbing your back as the contents of your bad decisions came up, he sighed heavily.

He somehow felt at fault for all of this.

“I just wanted to try,” you moaned to no one in particular, shuddering with the aftereffects of throwing up. “I’m unwantable!”

“That’s not even a word,” he attempted to tease you, and you scowled at him after wiping your mouth clean with some toilet paper. He sighed again. “And it’s not something you should ever think about yourself.”

“No? Only people like you can say something like that.”

“What’s that meant to mean?” he wondered as you shrugged out of his comfort and got up off your knees. You washed your mouth out and then brushed your teeth, avoiding his gaze in the mirror before you both. “Are you saying—”

“Go back to your world, Mark. Your party. Your playthings. Your ability to get what you want when you want it. I’m going to bed before I do or say something I’ll never get to take back.”

It wasn’t the last time you attempted to drink at outings with your mutual friends. Mark noticed that you had a champagne flute in your hand and a suggestive smile on your face as Jaebum struck up a conversation with you at a work event three weeks later. Jaebum’s hand soon landed on your upper arm, and you angled yourself closer. Mark chugged back the flute of alcohol he held, feeling anger surge throughout him again. Just how often was he going to have to look out for you now?

“Maybe you need to just let it happen.”

Turning to Jinyoung at his side, Mark glowered. “What?”

“Y/N. Something is up between you two, and I’m starting to think I might know what that is. Let her do this.”

“Do this?” Mark wanted to pummel Jinyoung into the column they leaned against. His temper had always been something he walked a fine line with when he was passionate about something or someone. Jinyoung knew nothing, and yet when he squared his friend with a look, Mark realised the observant man was aware of a whole lot more than had been spoken of. It annoyed him further. “Like Jaebum is a good pick to let that happen with.”

“He’ll take care of her.”

“Next you’ll be telling me that you’ll do it too,” Mark gruffly muttered, and Jinyoung shrugged.

“Maybe you should. Y/N’s your best friend. She’ll feel most comfortable around you. Besides, there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

Mark stilled, staring at Jinyoung until his eyes hurt. Noticing movement out of the corner of his eyes, he lurched for another flute of champagne from the tray the server held. Downing it in one gulp, Mark looked back over at you and Jaebum.

He should just stay out of things. Hadn’t he told you that someone would come along? Jaebum was one of his closest friends. If he could trust him with his life, then Mark should trust him with yours too.

The alcohol roiled in his stomach, and he felt sick. Heading for the exit, Mark needed fresh air. He didn’t realise how hot and bothered he was until the chill of the evening consumed him, and he started to shake, fumbling with his phone to send you a message that he was going home.

A hand landed over his, and he turned to look at you. You smiled wryly. “Leaving so early?”

“I don’t feel good,” he admitted and watched as your face pinched with worry. He groaned. “I mean, I’m tired. You can go back in there and—”

“It’s okay, I’m done for the night too,” you replied, slinging your arm through his and smiling. “Let’s go home, shall we?”

By the time the Uber had dropped you both off, Mark was worse for wear. He was leaning against you more than he ought to, but somehow the small amount of alcohol mixed with his conflicting emotions had him more wasted than he had been in a while. He couldn’t fathom it, yet he appreciated your endeavour to keep you both upright during the elevator ride to your apartment and across the living space to the couch. Easing him down, you then placed your purse on the coffee table and walked away from him.

“I’ll get you a glass of water to help you out,” you announced from inside the kitchen, soon returning with the drink. He sipped at it weakly. Reaching for his forehead, you blinked repeatedly.

“What?”

“You’re feverish.”

“Huh. Maybe that’s why I feel like shit.”

“Come on, take off your coat,” you urged, but his arms felt like they wouldn’t comply. Mark looked at you helplessly, and you chuckled. “You’re always such a baby when you get ill. What would you do without me?”

“Not live,” he admitted, and you stilled for a moment, not catching his gaze before you continued with shedding his layers. You took the coat and suit jacket off him and draped them over the couch before loosening his tie and tugging his shirt free from his slacks. Mark eyed you warily whilst you rolled your own.

“I won’t take it off you, don’t worry. Your virtue is safe with me,” you teased, and Mark watched you through a haze of thoughts.

“Is yours?”

“Always intact, you know that. Long may I live until I’m old, grey, and ever virtuous.”

“Jaebum would have done it tonight. You know that.”

“Is that why you drank more champagne than usual?” you asked, and he blanched. You shook your head. “As if you’re the only one who watches the other. You hate champagne. It makes you sick. Now look at you.”

“It felt like a good idea at the time.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know,” he managed to answer, sipping more of the water. You waited for him to finish it before you pulled him to his feet, Mark slumping against you.

“Hold yourself up before we both fall!” you insisted, and with some assistance, you aided him to the bathroom, where you both got ready for bed. He tried to catch your eye several times whilst you brushed your teeth alongside him, but you were avoiding him again. It made him think back to the night of the party and that unfinished conversation.

Just what was going through your head?

“Reckon you can get yourself down to your room, big boy?” you asked once done, and Mark nodded, leaning down to brush his lips over your forehead. It was something he did often, but tonight, you both stiffened from the action.

Swallowing, Mark stepped back. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Night, Mark.”

You slipped away from him then, and he sighed heavily, staring at himself in the mirror until he got sick of his appearance. Slumping down the hallway to his room, he misjudged his step and banged into the wall hard.

“Fuck,” he whined, trying to pull himself back upright.

Your door clicked open, and you stepped out in your sleepwear, silently reaching out for his arm and guiding him to his room. Mark felt pathetic. You were always there for him. Every time. And when you had asked for one thing from him, he had taken the cowardly route.

That had to be the only reason why he was falling apart like this.

Shuffling over to his bed, you threw back the covers and eased him down into it, pulling the blankets up to his neck and smiling gently. “Get some rest, huh?”

“Stay.”

“What?”

Capturing your wrist in his hand, he trembled. “Stay with me?”

You brushed over his earnest look and attempted to giggle. “We’ve not had a sleepover since we were fifteen, Mark. And the last time we did that, you told me that sleeping with girls wasn’t the same thing anymore.”

“You’re not a girl to me.”

“I should hope not. I’m far too old to be a girl now,” you remarked sardonically, and Mark’s grip around your wrist tightened. You softened your expression. “You really want me to stay?”

“Mm. I don’t feel good.”

Placing a cool hand to his forehead again, you nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on you. Let me just get a chair—”

“No,” he cut in, tugging you over him. Your upper body connected with his, and he gasped at how good that felt.

You were awkward, though and quickly scrambled over him to the other side of the bed. “I’ll stay here,” you announced, getting under the covers and pulling them up to your chin. “Sleep well, Mark.”

Mark had always been a cuddler. He loved affection, and after sex, he was always happy to wake up with someone in his arms. But when the next morning arrived, Mark was stunned. He remembered back to when you were kids, you had always ended up in a tangled mess by the time a new day arrived, so this shouldn’t feel so new to him right now.

Yet, it did.

Your legs were coiled around his, your head nestled against one of his arms instead of the pillow. Your even breathing was fanning across his bare skin, and he had no recollection of when he’d lost his shirt, just that he had. In fact, he was only in his boxers, and a very hard part of him was pressed against you, making him swallow roughly. You were entirely flush against each other, and for the first time in years, Mark dared to take this at face value.

The reason he didn’t date anyone. The fact that he hadn’t thought twice about moving in with you when your roommate went overseas, even if the rent was cheaper at his old place. The way he didn’t feel right until he saw you each morning and kissed your forehead goodnight.

The real answer to your request the first time.

He didn’t want to take your virginity. He wanted to have all of you forever. Not just as your best friend, your comrade in this existence. As your man. As your husband, the father of your children, the one who saw you to that old age you kept referring to and told you how beautiful you were when he still made love to you until his body physically couldn’t.

Mark had loved you for years, but the weight of rejection had kept him silent. The worry of losing you spurred on the denial.

And now the risk of you being with someone else made him possessive and irritable. He couldn’t let you do this anymore. He needed to tell you the truth. Maybe with the knowledge, you’d be able to accept all of him too.

And that virginity issue you had? It’d be no longer a plaguing thought before your birthday.

It dawned on him then that you had given yourself a timeline. You’d never spoken about the lack of men in your life, aside from in jest. But these last few months, you had been more active in your attempts to date, to catch the eye of anyone. Had he somehow kept you on the low all these years whilst he bedded women to satiate his carnal urges? Mark had everything he needed in a relationship fulfilled by you except for the physical aspect.

Whilst you had nothing. Even your first kiss had been delayed for too long. Mark furrowed his brow. Who had been the one to kiss you?

“Y/N,” he murmured five minutes later, answerless and growing concerned. “Hey, wake up. I need to ask you something.”

“Why? I’m warm where I am.”

“You don’t have to move.” Mark would prefer if you stayed stock still right now actually.

Of course, your leg shifted further over his thigh, cinching your lower half into his. A moment later, your head was up, and your eyes were wide. “Oh, uh, well. This didn’t happen when we last had sleepovers, Mark.”

“It’s a part of my morning routine,” he managed to wince out as you tried to detangle yourself but only ended up somehow pressed into him further.

Right where he suddenly ached for you to stay.

Gripping your hips so you stopped moving, Mark expelled a heavy breath. “Who was your first kiss?”

“What?”

“Who did it?”

You stared at him incredulously. “This is what you woke me up for? Can I move, please? I need space before—”

His hips involuntarily moved in efforts to keep you still again, and you bit your lip, your hand on his bare chest curling up tightly.

Mark groaned. “Sorry, I just. Let me finish.”

“Whilst your dick is… there?!”

“It’s not like I can make it go down. Your body against mine was a surefire way for it to get that excited,” he told you, and you slapped his chest. “Ow!”

“Don’t talk like that to me!”

“Who was your first kiss?!”

“You were, you idiot. When we were five and—”

“I meant as an adult. You told me you’d kissed someone. Please tell me you have, and it’s not just your virginity I’ve kept hostage.”

You blushed, averting your eyes away from his. “It was someone.”

“Do I know this someone?”

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, and Mark clamped his eyes shut. Son of a bitch. Now it made sense why he knew things. “It was a very nice kiss. Well, kisses. But—”

“I don’t need the details, Y/N.”

“He didn’t make me feel anything,” you continued as if Mark hadn’t interrupted, and his eyes opened, staring at you widely. “Jinyoung admitted to having a crush on me for years. And I couldn’t… I didn’t feel the same for him.”

“What? This whole time, you could have done more with him, but you didn’t? If you were that—”

“He knows how I feel about you!” you blurted out, burying your face into Mark’s pillow immediately after.

“About me?” he asked distantly, blinking through the waves of confusion until they cleared, and he was staring at you differently. “Wait. That’s why you started to propose I take your virginity?”

“I’d tried everything else to get you to like me, but you’ve friend-zoned me so god damn hard, Mark. What was I meant to do?! Jinyoung insisted that you feel the same about me, but you’re like an immovable ox! I wasn’t sure you even could think of me the way I do you after trying so hard.”

Mark swore under his breath and rocked his hips into yours pointedly. “I’m pretty sure it’s obvious that I do.”

“No, that’s biology. As you said earlier, part of your morning routine and being wrapped up in a female body.”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, shaking his head. “I’m in love with you.”

“No, you’re— Wh-what did you just say?”

“I’m in love with you. I have been for years,” he confessed, and you merely stared at him, dumbfounded. “I didn’t want to take your virginity away from you, I wanted to make love to you. That’s why I said no. Because if it was just sex for you but more for me, I’d lose you, and I couldn’t bear the thought of you being wrapped around someone else’s body when I’d had yours first.”

“You’re in love with me,” you breathed out, a startled laugh escaping you as your eyes grew clear again and stared at him. “You love me.”

“Always have.”

He blinked quickly when your mouth came over his, his eyes shutting as a groan shuddered through him. Mark wanted to savour this moment, yet it was too long overdue, and you were both excessively hungry. Hands touched where they hadn’t before, gasps left mouths, and moans filled the room. He was over you now, clothing removed, and foreheads pressed against the other.

“I want you to make love to me,” you whispered, running your hand down his torso to where he was throbbing for you.

Kissing you again and all the way down your body, Mark then rolled across the bed to his nightstand before returning with a foil package. He noticed you looked nervous.

“Hey. We can take this slow. Okay?”

“I don’t want slow, Mark. I’ve waited almost thirty years for this moment. I want all of you now.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, hurriedly putting the condom on and returning to where he’d been, his hand sinking between your thighs and drawing out more moans from you. “You’re so tight.”

“That’s the whole point to—”

“Don’t you dare snark me when I’m trying to hold myself back from hurting you. I need to do this first. Let me make this pleasurable for you.”

You gasped as he curled a finger inside you before adding a second. “Well, if you don’t hurry up, it’s going to be too much pleasure, and I won’t last.”

“Nuh-uh. You’ll learn that this is just the beginning,” he informed you smugly, looking between your bodies and letting out another string of profanity. This was more than he could ever imagine.

And when you dug your nails into his shoulders, with your head thrown back as your orgasm consumed you, Mark knew he’d have to work fast if he was going to make it inside of you before he joined you in sheer delirium. Removing his hand, he lined himself at your entrance and nudged it softly. Your gaze moved to his, and he held you there as he slid painstakingly slow into you, shifting his weight onto one bracing arm so he could touch your face.

Your brows were furrowed, and he smoothed them out before cupping your jaw. “Take a deep breath for me, baby. I won’t get in any further if you don’t relax.”

You seemed to unravel with the nickname, and the vice grip on him loosened enough that he was able to fill you to the hilt with mutual groans. There Mark waited for a moment, watching your expression for any discomfort. You shifted, and his mouth went dry from the feeling. “Holy shit.”

“Move Mark, please. I need you to move,” you pleaded and with a gentle kiss over your brow, he pitched himself half out before back in, a hiss leaving you as your hands came up to grip his biceps tightly. He set a rhythm, and you soon began to match it, your moans and the heady slap of skin driving him closer to release. His hips grew reckless with wanton need, and you seemed more appreciative than he had anticipated. The noises leaving you, sounds he had only ever imagined before, made him lose all control, and he came with your name on his lips, throaty and desperate.

He felt you clenching around him as he rode out the remaining high and watched as you came undone a second time for him, completely hazed from your orgasm.

Once he’d caught his breath, Mark rolled away from you and took care of the condom, returning with a warm cloth to help clean you up. You were boneless and sated, letting him do it for you as you gazed at him lovingly.

“I never said it.”

Placing the cloth on his nightstand, Mark nestled down beside you and pulled you into his arms. You came willingly, and he wanted to laugh and soak in this moment forever. “Said what?”

“You told me you loved me. I never told you that I love you back.”

Mark grinned, kissing your temple. “I’m pretty sure your body just told me how much you love me.”

“My body is so in love with you,” you agreed with a content sigh before pulling your head out of his embrace to stare at him. “I love you. It’s always been you for me.”

“It’s always going to be you for me too.”

“Took you long enough to realise that,” you said with a roll of your eyes, and Mark gaped at you. “What? I had to ask you to deflower me before you even realised what you were missing out on.”

“Deflower?!” he choked out with a laugh, bundling you up closer to him, holding you tightly. “You’re not a flower.”

“What am I then?”

“My heart. And there’s no way I can survive without one. So be easy on me right now.”

“Don’t you think we’ve got a whole lot of time to catch up on right now?” you wondered, somehow regaining strength, sliding confidently over his waist and prodding him back into the mattress. Mark watched you curiously, hands loosely coming to rest on your hips.

“Aren’t you worried about being able to walk? Your body is going to be sore after today.”

“I know. But I have you to look after me, don’t I?”

Mark smiled, leaning up to kiss you tenderly. “Always.”

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[markie-baby]

If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹Angst/Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) 🌹Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest.

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

~

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

~

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

~

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

~

To Be Continued.

[tuanstars]

Would you do a scenario of pegging Mark?

Mark Tuan + Pegging

｡･:*˚:✧｡ mark mewled as you pulled him up and fucked into him deeper, one hand wrapped around his throat, the other, gripping his hip tightly. your thighs began to burn from the sheer amount of force you put into the movement of your hips, but it’d be worth it in the end when you got to see how beautifully fucked out mark looked when he was about to cum untouched.

his hand reached back to grip at your thighs as your hips snapped into his furiously, to slow you down a bit as he feared he was reaching his high to quickly. he went limp for a moment when you hit that spot inside him, his arms falling to the side, head falling back so that it lay on your shoulder, hips stuttering as he tried to grind back onto you.

“r-right there,” he said in a breathy moan. ‘if y-you keep doing that - nngh - i’m g-gonna cum,” he moans out, mouth falling open. “that’s the plan, baby,” you tell him as you left kisses and hickies down his exposed neck.

“oh fuck — i-i’m coming-“ he says and his eyes close tight for a moment, body growing tense, and then all at once, he relaxes in your arms. his cum gets on the towel below him and makes a mess. you slow down as you coax him through his orgasm, pulling out when he’s whimpering at the overwhelming extra stimulation.

“you did so well for me mark. i’ll be back with a towel to clean you up with,” you tell him, moving quickly to retrieve necessary aftercare items.

[daemour]

Hello and welcome back to this year’s Ghibli Collab! Another 8 talented authors join us, and you may recognise some of the names. :) I hope you enjoy this year’s collection of Ghibli Themed stories.

Here is last year’s masterlist as well. :)

Safe for work:

@flurrys-creativity

Title: Heimat

Genre: Romance, Shifter AU, love corner, Fluff and hopefully some angst and drama

Pairing: Bang Chan (skz) x Reader and Lee Felix (skz) x Reader

Fandom: Stray Kids

Movie: My Neighbour Totoro

Warnings: tbd

Summary: The reader used to live near Totoro's forest, moved away and comes back as an adult and they start to remember things from their childhood...not just Totoro but the boy from the neighbourhood as well. On a search for some childlike freedom again the reader rediscovers Totoro, only the big fluff monster isn't as big and fluff and monster-ish anymore.

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@btsmosphere

Title: Still Waters Run Deep

Genre: fluff, angst, drama, childhood friends to lovers

Pairing: river spirit!Taehyung x reader

Fandom: BTS

Movie: Spirited Away

Warnings: fantasy violence

Summary: Down at the riverbank is a boy whose eyes hold each swell of the waves, whose hair ruffles like the reeds. Growing up among the spirits seems beautiful, for a time, but the peaceful magic of the river may become your only sanctuary with wilder forces at play.

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@toikiii​

Title: a field of dandelions

Genre: fluff, some angst

Pairing: Yugyeom x reader

Fandom: GOT7

Movie: From Up On Poppy Hill

Warnings: n/a

Summary: Yugyeom is pretty cute and also pretty dumb. He keeps getting into accidents and you keep having to save him from them. But when a hidden secret crops up, your friendship and blooming relationship is put under stress

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@cheriebeom​

Title: Seoulite

Genre: fluff, slice of life, college au, strangers to friends to lovers

Pairing: yeosang x reader

Fandom: ateez

Movie: whisper of the heart

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, stress, a couple of swear words maybe

Summary: A stray cat leads you through the streets of Seoul to a peculiar antique store, where you find the boy who has keep borrowing the same books as you for the entire semester. 

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@limjaeseven​

Title: Flying to You

Genre: WW2!au, angst, romance

Pairing: Kun x Ten

Fandom: WayV

Movie: The Wind Rises

Warnings: Major character death, war, violence, lots of sadness

Summary: Kun has dreamt of flying high among the clouds all his life. Things take a turn though, when the war breaks out and he's forced to leave his own plane for a fighter jet.

Not Safe For Work:

@toikiii​

Title: Rose Coloured Glasses

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Mark Tuan X reader

Fandom: GOT7

Movie: Howl's Moving Castle

Warnings: cursing, smut

Summary: you weren't always the witch of the waste. Once, you were a beautiful woman...until that wizard Mark stole your heart

this story has been postponed for the next month

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@playmetheclassics​

Title: Takenoko

Genre: Fantasy AU! Kingdoms, Castles, Royalty

Pairing: Commoner Jungkook! X Princess! Female Reader (nicknamed Takenoko)

Fandom: BTS, Studio Ghibli

Movie: The Tale of The Princess Kaguya

Warnings: TBA (18+)

Summary: There was once a farmer, and one day while cutting his newest crop of Bamboo, he couldn’t notice that something was shining, in one of the bamboos, that shining thing was you. The farmer saw you and took you and cared for you, except he thought he was merely raising a magical child, not a wanted Princess, and frankly, neither did you. What happens when your reality catches up to you, and the only person you can run to for refuge is the farmer’s son, the boy who grew up despising you because his father favoured you over him. What happens when you need to run from the world and Jungkook is the only one you can turn to?

Updated July 15th, 2022

With every update, this post will be reblogged

[rainy-bangbeom]

I’m Here | Mark Tuan

pairing(s): Mark Tuan x Fem!Reader

genre: Fluff, Comfort, some Angst

warnings: Feelings of deep sadness 

word count: 514

synopsis: Mark comforts you after the worst week of your life.

You don’t care what anyone says—this was officially the worst week ever lived… and that’s being kind. 

Classes are aggravating, props to your professors who wait until the last minute to assign work. Now on top of finals, you have to write three essays, finish reading a book you haven’t even started, and create a presentation out of the notes your lab partner never sent you. None of this would be a problem if you had the time to focus on school, which you don’t thanks to your boss. 

The woman is the cruelest, laziest, most selfish person you’ve ever encountered—and you’ve met a lot of cruel, selfish and lazy people throughout your years. You’re convinced she’s the Wicked Witch of the West at this point, knowing very well that you’re a full time university student and that working you overtime is literally putting your sanity at mercy. 

To top it all off, your landlord wants next month’s rent three weeks early, and while, normally, it wouldn’t be a problem, your car needs new brakes, tires and an oil change. Leave it to fate to screw your poor car over. 

…And you too. 

So here you are, drowning your sorrows in the wrinkled sheets of your bed. You can’t help but wish your body would just sink into the soft mattress, and disappear into an alternate dimension where the biggest stressor you have to face is choosing between chocolate or vanilla ice-cream. Seeing how the universe has been treating you lately though, it’d probably spit you out in some dimension where you’re the only human left on an abandoned, desolate earth. 

At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your female dog of a boss. 

“Babygirl?...” Your muffled cries immediately cease at the call of a familiar voice. Mustering up enough strength to lift yourself from your position, you discover your boyfriend standing in the doorway—more tears immediately spilling down your cheeks at the deep concern present within his honey-like gaze. 

Mark doesn’t say another word, only rushes forward to take you into his warm arms as you burst into a chaotic mess of sobs. He pushes your head flush against his chest, gently, yet firmly caressing up and down the surface of your trembling back. The comfort, though heartwarming, seems to increase the intensity of your crying to the point you begin to hyperventilate right there in his embrace. 

“It’s okay, baby.” Mark murmurs, the gentle tone of his voice sending hot electricity through your veins. It settles in the pit of your stomach, leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling in its midst. “Bad day?...”

You nod, unable to form a coherent response. You feel Mark’s chest rise with a sigh before he leans down to press a long, firm kiss against your forehead. 

“I’m so sorry… so, so sorry, my love.” 

You shake your head, leaning back with a mess of sputters. Mark quickly wipes the salty pearls from your cheeks before granting you a small smile then pulling you back into his heartfelt embrace. 

“I’m here, (Y/N)… I’m always here.” 

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[oceanlix]

Aquaman

Pairing: Mark Tuan x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 438

Honestly, you had serious doubts that your life could get much better than this. You were sitting in your boyfriend's hot tub, surrounded by candles and expensive champagne. The breeze of the night air washed over your upper body as you kissed and sucked marks all across his chest, loving the way he groaned lowly into your ear.

Honestly, you had serious doubts that your life could get much better than this. You were sitting in your boyfriend's hot tub, surrounded by candles and expensive champagne. The breeze of the night air washed over your upper body as you kissed and sucked marks all across his chest, loving the way he groaned lowly into your ear.

"Just like that, baby," Mark sighed, his hands squeezing your ass as you rocked against his lap. "Wanna fuck you right here, I can't wait any longer."

"So go ahead," you replied, taking his snapback off and running your hands through his hair.

Mark's eyes darkened, tilting his head up to capture your lips in a hot kiss. He licked into your mouth, one hand coming up to fondle your breast. You were moaning loudly, not caring if the neighbors could hear you or not. That's what the privacy fence was for, anyway.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, untying your bikini bottoms and letting them float off somewhere. His fingers brushed against your folds teasingly before slipping inside, making you arch your back.

"M-Mark," you gasped. He kissed along your neck, thumb rubbing over your clit in slow circles.

Your boyfriend pulled back suddenly, smirking at you as he hooked your legs over his shoulders. "Hold on," he warned, and then he was disappearing under the water between your legs. You only had to wonder for a moment what was going on, then you felt his lips on your pussy.

You squealed, immediately searching for something to grab onto. The only thing nearby was his hair, which you pulled tightly as he held your thighs open. You briefly wondered how he was holding his breath for so long, only to have your thoughts derailed when he suddenly flicked his tongue against your bud. You had been edging each other for so long now that you couldn't hold back your orgasm. Stars flooded your vision and you moaned so loudly, thighs quivering around his head.

Mark's head popped up out of the water a few moments later, proud smirk on his face as he looked at your fucked out expression. He rubbed soothing circles on your hip as you came down, leaning in to kiss your forehead gently.

"Good, baby?" he asked, brushing your hair back carefully.

You nodded, looping your arms around his neck to bring him down for a proper kiss. "I really, really missed you," you laughed.

"Is that so?" Mark raised his eyebrows, scooping you up into his arms and getting out of the hot tub. "Guess I need to make up for lost time, then."

[hoshalicious]

⁀➷ abi's misc. masterlist! ━

🚨 this masterlist contains abi's works of other groups other than ateez and seventeen. to see that masterlist, click here!

KEY: [x] = fake text | ♀= x female reader

NCT DREAM

ALL MEMBERS ━

[x] younger brother!au where they ask you for advice to ask a girl to prom. ♀

BTS

KIM SEOKJIN | JIN ━

bulimia - 1.3k. you and your friends planned to go on a diet together, and they take you to a restaurant and try to convince you to go bulimic.

JUNG HOSEOK | J-HOPE ━

answers - 1k. you both had to share a chemistry high school textbook for a test, and you leave answers on a sheet of paper for him to copy after performing the previous night

KIM NAMJOON | RM ━

cheater!au - fake text series. he lied to you saying he went out with the boys and had an affair. completed. ♀ one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

KIM TAEHYUNG | V ━

[x] - fuckboy!au. he keeps asking you for nudes but you keep rejecting him to the point that he stops talking to you.

soulmate!au - bulleted. in which your eyes are the same eye color as your soulmate’s hair color. if one dyes it, your eye color changes to the desired color. ♀

JEON JUNGKOOK ━

mistake - mini-series. when jungkook told you about the truth of his infidelity, you decided to leave the relationship, the apartment, and your planned future. ♀ one | two

GOT7

MARK TUAN ━

cuddling - 1.4k. you haven’t seen him in a long time, to which you miss him everyday to the point that you haven’t been eating properly.

IM JAEBEOM | JAY B ━

lunch - 1k. during college, you always go to your breaks without any food. a particular boy notices and decided to give you some.

JACKSON WANG ━

[x] he sees you’re in an uncomfortable date, and helps you get out of the bar.

arranged - 1.4k. + christi & mafia!au; you were born in the mafia and you can’t bare living in it. but once your mother gave you some ‘exciting news’, you decided to do what’s best.

PARK JINYOUNG ━

reunion - 1.2k. you thought you would get over your high school crush until he became an idol…and came to your high school reunion.

CHOI YOUNGJAE ━

soulmate!au - bulleted. in which if you have a song stuck in your head, it means your soulmate is singing that song out loud.

BAMBAM ━

comfort - 0.8k. you came home crying from work, and he comforts you when he came back from practice.

masquerade - ~1.7k. thai prince!au; bambam’s family holds a masquerade ball and invites the whole country. he finds a woman that peeks his interest but she won’t tell him her name. once she leaves, he searches her to marry her. ♀

KIM YUGYEOM ━

surprise - 1k. he has liked you for a long time. he gets surprised when his long time crush feels the same way.

VIXX

CHA HAKYEON | N ━

yearbook - 1.1k. you leave an envelope in his yearbook, but he has not opened or touched it for 5 years.

JUNG TAEKWOON | LEO ━

letters - 1k. a couple of years ago, you and taekwoon broke up due to him cheating. but when you found a box of letters under your bed full of your messy trash, you started to feel emotional about the relationship.

ASTRO

ALL MEMBERS ━

[x] you accidentally confess to them

LEE DONGMIN | CHA EUNWOO ━

soulmate!au - bulleted. in which there’s a counter on your wrist of how many times you passed your soulmate.

YOON SANHA ━

airplane - 1k. you’re in a plane ride for 12 hours and he’s right next to you who’s deathly afraid of flying, so you try to comfort him.

BLACKPINK

PARK ROSÉ ━

antics - 1k. when she enters the bathroom saying she needed to use the toilet as you’re showering, but really she planned a little prank on you.

MONSTA X

ALL MEMBERS ━

reading your depressing lyrics. - reaction.