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unique-high · 8 months

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Hi love 💕 I would like to request a fic where y/n gets pregnant and Mark from NCT is just so soft and loving and just completely takes care of her. Btw thank you for writing all genres for us black girls and making us feel loved and seen 🥺🤍

My baby is having a baby | Mark Lee x blk fem reader

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sorry for any mistakes.

Note: Omg I love this! Thank you so much for requesting. And awe you're welcome. 😭 I just want black girls to have nice things too. 🥹

Mark: He loves your little round belly. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, always touching your belly and caressing it. One of the things Mark loves to do is lay his head on your belly and talk to the baby. He was amazed at how you and he created another human being and how it was growing inside you each day. “I want another baby,” Mark says one night in bed as he’s rubbing cocoa butter onto your stretch marks. You laughed at him saying, “We haven’t had the first baby yet, Mark.” Your boyfriend smiles a little saying, “I mean after this little one.”

Mark: Ever since becoming pregnant, you hadn’t felt your prettiest with the stretch marks and the gained weight and how your body was changing. But Mark loves your body even more now that you're carrying his child. One morning you cried because you couldn’t fit into your favorite pair of jeans anymore saying how fat you had gotten. Mark pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, his hands gently running up and down your sides as he speaks to you in the softest voice ever. “Hey.” Mark says, “When can get you another pair of jeans.” You shake your head pouting into his chest. “I want these jeans!” Mark's hands were still moving up and down your sides. “Okay, love we can get another pair of jeans like those.”

Mark: Before your stomach got bigger and rounder. You would wear Mark's hoodies all the time because they smelt like him. But now the hoodies wouldn’t go past your belly. You cried to Mark about it. So one day he went to the store and bought some larger hoodies. He wore them first leaving his scent and favourite cologne behind. He gives them to you. “You do too much for me.” You say as you put on one of the hoodies. Mark cups your face, he's smiling. “You deserve it, baby.”

Mark: Being pregnant, you ate a lot and craved the strangest of things in the middle of the night. Like tonight, you craved pickles and chocolate sauce again. You wake up Mark, feeling a little bad about it. But he doesn't mind at all. “What is it, Y/n?” he asks you, voice groggy, as he rubs sleep from his eyes. “I'm hungry.” You pout. Mark nods, gets out of bed, slips on his slippers, and grabs his car keys and wallet. “Prickles and Chocolate sauce, right?” He asks with a yawn.

Mark: Today you and Mark were going to the autumn festival. It's been hard for you to put on your own shoes and tie them since your belly was in the way. You sat on the little stool near the front door. Mark was kneeling down at your feet, slipping your socks on you, and then putting your shoes on you and tying them nicely. “Mark~ I don't deserve you.” You say. “But you do deserve me,” Mark says as he reaches up, bopping your cute nose, making you giggle.

Mark: He's in love with every version of you. But his two favorite versions of you are when you're sleeping and when you're smiling and dancing around. Now you're pregnant. This version of you was going to be just as special. On the days when you worry about being a bad mommy. Mark gently scolds you saying, “Ah, don't say something that's not true. You're going to be an amazing mother. Don't think that way.” He then wraps you in a comforting hug, pecking your face with sweet little kisses and telling you how much he loves you with each kiss.

Mark: Sometimes you're exhausted because of your pregnancy so you can’t do things you wanted to like during your hair. And Mark knew how you liked keeping your hair done. He’d watch a bunch of YouTube videos and even took classes on how to do black hair so he could help make things easy for you. It’s raining outside. The soft flow of Neo Soul plays from a Bluetooth speaker, you sat between Mark’s legs as he did your hair into two strand twist. “You really didn’t have to do this for me.” You say. Mark puts some product on your hair. “But I wanted to, Y/n.” You couldn’t help but smile and feel warm all over. Mark was the best guy you ever had been with and you were so grateful to be having a child with him.

Mark: He couldn't wait to see who the baby would resemble. “I really hope the baby has your nose and eyes. I really love your nose and eyes.” Mark says as he's helping you with nesting. “I hope our little one has your smile! Like that would be the cutest thing ever.” You said gushing. You loved Mark's smile a lot. You will never forget that big excited smile on his face when you told him you were pregnant. He picked you up and twirled you around the bedroom, saying, “My baby is having a baby!”

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moonlightdreamzz · 10 months

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THIN APOLOGIES / PART 1

SUMMARY ✰ Mark is your boyfriend, and Vernon is your best friend. You're sick of Mark not treating you right, and Vernon is too. He's also sick of watching from the sidelines when he knows no one can make you happier than him.

PAIRING ✰ Idol!Mark x Idol!Reader x Idol!Vernon

GENRE ✰ ANGST & FLUFF

NOTE ✰ This is actually the first story I ever wrote in my entire life three years ago. It’s my baby. I said to myself, I should rewrite this because the original version was written like the beginner I was at the time. I hope you all enjoy. It’s so good.

Blonde by Frank Ocean has been playing on loop for hours over your speakers. For what seems like days, your gaze has been fixed on the candle blazing in front of you. There are numerous reasons why you can't take your eyes off its flame—the first being that if you do, you'll be forced to see all of the decorations and food you prepared for Mark, who has decided for the third time in a row that you aren't important enough to show up for. All of his favorite things are strewn throughout your living room, unused.

The second reason you can't tear your gaze away from the flame is that you're intrigued. The lavender-scented wax is nearing the end of its life after being used for so long. What happens when there’s none left? Does the flame die peacefully? Or does the jar burn and combust, leaving you regretting not extinguishing the flame sooner?

Sick isn't the word to describe how your boyfriend has made you feel over the past few months. You’ve tried to see the positives of his absence right now, but it’s utterly impossible. What could you say to yourself? At least you got ditched in the comfort of your own home this time, Y/N? And not in a restaurant, or a random parking lot his manager drove you to?

Mark always has his excuses of course. His favorite one to use was that you don’t understand the sacrifices it takes to be an idol. When the two of you first began to have issues, you took those words to heart. You know how much he’s sacrificed to be where he is, and you never wanted him to think you were that girl—the girl who got in a relationship with an idol and acted like she didn’t know what she was signing up for. As time passed, you realized that he was just manipulating you.

He’s so good at it too. Or maybe he’s just an incredibly beautiful man, whose doe eyes could convince anybody that he indeed is a good person—he just doesn’t think sometimes. You just wish he’d understand that you indeed do understand his life, it’s simply his unfulfilled promises that are so incredibly frustrating. Summer Walker once said, “it doesn’t matter how hard I I try, I say it nice, yell it out loud, write it down, I’m tired.” She damn sure was right.

“Why plan a date you can’t come to? Just tell me it’ll be awhile before I’ll see you again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I thought I could make it.”

Your phone begins vibrating on your coffee table infront of you, interrupting the reflecting that you’re tired of doing anyways. You know it’s Mark, back again with whatever his reason is this time for not showing up. For a second, you consider not picking it up. Maybe if he knew what it felt like to be abandoned, he’d stop doing it to you.

You inhale deeply before picking up the phone, surprised at whose name is popping up.

“Vernon?” You whisper to yourself. You feel a brief burst of happiness before immediately shifting to concern due to the time of night.

You and Vernon have been close friends since debut. Some would say it’s because you two are the English speakers of your group, but you only saw that as a plus in your friendship. In reality, Vernon was a quirky, artsy, adorably curious boy, and you always felt this weird urge to…protect him. You figure he was drawn to how you never judged him, and how open you were about what you referred to as “Vernon’s philosophies”. He got your jokes, and you pretended you understood his. The rest is history.

Laughter escapes your throat, scaring you simultaneously as you can’t remember the last time you genuinely found anything funny. In the midst of your giggles, Vernon begins to FaceTime you, and you don’t hesitate to answer the phone.

You can see through the phone how hard he’s trying to be irritated with you, but you also notice how bad he’s failing at doing so. The corner of his pink lips are twitching, and his hooded eyes are melting along with it as neither of you break virtual eye contact with each other. This only makes you laugh even harder. His flawless features don’t hold long, and he’s smirking boyishly now.

“You really think this is funny, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well you know what I think is funny right now? You’re alone right now.” He jokes.

“Ha ha,” You laugh sarcastically, “Am I really this worthless? Like be honest.” You question, a sad smile naturally creeping onto your features as reality attempts to set back in.

Vernon’s eyes roll aggressively, followed by a deep inhale. You know him. He wants to tell you about yourself, and remind you of all the times you promised him you’d have more confidence, just to end up asking him questions like this in the end. It takes him longer than you expected to find kind words to say to you, but you appreciate the fact that he cares enough to spare you, because he wouldn’t do it for anyone else.

“Don’t ever call yourself worthless. He’s the worthless one. If he can’t see how amazing you are,that’s his problem and you shouldn’t just sit here and take it, Y/N. That’s not even like you.”

“But…I love him.”

“Yeah...that always sucks doesn’t it?” He says, almost as if he’s speaking to himself and not you. “I know it’s late, but how about I come keep you company Y/N?. You deserve to be happy for at least a few hours don’t you think?” He chuckles.

He’s no longer looking directly at you. He’s looking at whatever is below him now. Vernon coming to keep you company isn’t a terrible idea. Right now, you so deeply crave to be around someone who actually cares about you, and he’s a clear candidate.

“Yeah! Let me get dressed and I’ll come pick you up.”

“Do really think I’d let you leave your house at this hour to do anything for me?”

“Well, how else are you gonna get here? You don’t have a car and I know your manager is knocked out.”

His boyish smile returns, and you already know a sarcastic comment is closer than around the corner. “You ever heard of uber?”

Now you’re the one rolling your eyes. Was this okay? I mean, the two of you are only friends, but Dispatch nor fans would care about that if they so happened to be stalking you. Him coming over late could turn into a whole situation that you aren’t in the mood to hear about.

“What if you get caught?” You question, although unconsciously do you begin to tidy up in your living room.

“I didn’t.”

He didn’t? Was he already—

Your doorbell ringing interrupts your thoughts.

“Vernon!” You scream through the phone, so many questions running through your mind.

“Are you going to let me in, or are we gonna hangout from outside the door?” He snickers slyly.

You should have known he was up to no good the moment you couldn't identify where he was from his surroundings. All you saw was darkness, but you imagined he was walking around his neighborhood or simply in the dark, because that was so Vernon.

With precision and quickness, you run to the door and open it. You’re still dolled up; face beat like it’s prom night from the date you should’ve been wrapping up by now. Vernon steps in, and for a second it seems like he’s frozen in place. It’s embarrassing, as you often got reactions like this when you dressed up because without an occasion, you were going to choose sweatpants, a graphic tee, and crocs everytime.

“Woah.” He utters.

“What? You just saw me on the phone, Vernon.” You question amusingly before walking to your kitchen to grab him a water.

“Thank you.” He whispers as he takes it out of your hand. “It’s just…you’re so…ugly.”

You know that he thinks you’re going to hit him immediately, so you wait an extra second before punching him lightly in his stomach.

“Shut up!” You laugh, loudly this time. It’s a rare occurrence these days for anything to unconsume your mind of Mark Lee, but Vernon’s doing that with ease right now. “You stay your ass right there and I’ll be back. I should probably take all this off.” You whisper while pointing to you and all your current glory.

“Take your time.” Vernon utters, no funny business in the room now. His smile is gentle as he nudges you towards your room.

You began walking in slow motion down your hallway. “Oh trust me, I will.” It doesn’t take you long to strip down to your natural state. You remove your clothes first, settling on a gray t-shirt you’ve had for years. If you didn’t have company, you’d stop it at that. You decide on some matching gray pajama shorts. The sight of Mark’s clothes in the drawer pisses you off all over again. As you remove your makeup, you can't help but squeal with delight. The wipes that you bought in replacement of the ones that took way too many to clean your face, was worth the investment.

The final touch is your bonnet, which you slip on your head with ease. Your icy feet drag over the hallway floor, a flood of fatigue washing over you.

“Awe.” Vernon coos when you reappear. In the midst of you getting ready for bed, he carefully placed all of the decorations you left out for Mark out of sight in the kitchen. He really wanted to throw it away, but that wasn’t his decision to make. Netflix is waiting for two of you.

“Don’t awe me.” You plop yourself on the couch so hard you’re pretty sure Vernon levitates for a second. You push the button to recline your seat, shutting your eyes right and leaning your head back with a sigh. “Thank you, Vernon.” You say the second you realize he cleaned up your clutter. The room feels less heavy now that you’re not forced to look at your wasted hard work. You feel his gaze on you, but energetically, you can’t interpret why he’s staring at you. You’ll settle on pity.

“Ah, I haven’t done much. Plus, you’ve always been there for me.”

Your comfort turns into guilt, recalling all the times you haven’t been there for your close friend in the midst of you and Mark’s relationship crashing. “Not like this.” You utter.

“Well, no you haven’t surprised me with a big box of donuts and a new video game,” He chuckles, “But you’ve been there for me. A lot of times unknowingly, if I’m being honest. Your presence alone…does a lot for me—I mean, for people.” He rambles. “Plus, I’m one of a kind, anyways.”

A smile creeps onto your features at him teasing you lovingly. You’re beginning to doze off, which typically makes you stare at things unintentionally. Your target tonight is Vernon, who is sitting extremely close to you right now. Your hand begins to entangle themselves in his locs, causing his eyes to flutter in relaxation.

“Enough about me.” You protest softly, “What’s going on in the life of Hansol, hm?”

“Nothing much,” He whispers, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his scalp. His eyes are stuck on the ceiling, but you know he’s still listening to you. “I’m like a robot these days. I wake up, go to practice, go back to the dorm, sleep, repeat.”

“Why didn’t eat make the list?”

“Oh yeah, that too. But you know me. If I have to pick between sleeping and eating, I’m picking the first option.”

“Oh I know.” You can’t count on one hand the amount of times you scolded Vernon for sleeping too much, even though you do the same thing the second you get a break from schedules.

“Too much of a good thing, is a bad thing, Vernon.”

“Not everything.” He whispers, seemingly dazed out now. You’re ceiling wasn’t that interesting. He has something on his mind, but you’re not sure if you want to pick his brain. If he wanted you to know what’s on his mind, he’d say it. At the same time, you’re his right hand woman, and he’ll just have to deal with you being in his business.

Your eyebrows raise in an interrogative fashion. “Give me an example?”

“You.” He says simply. His eyes lock themselves into yours confidently, but you’re unsure how to feel. What was he trying to say? Is he flirting? Is he just being kind? It’s always been so hard for you to understand him when he gets like this.

“What about me?” Is all you can manage. You’re not sure why you’re nervous now, but you are. You hope you’re not making it obvious that his comment has made your breathing unsteady.

“I’m just saying it’s impossible to get tired of you. ‘Too much’ of you,” he air quotes, “would make the world a much better place.”

“You think so?” You question genuinely. “Mark doesn’t seem to think so.”

“Mark is a fucking idiot.” He spits out.

“I’m not gonna disagree.”

“I mean look at everything you did for him today, just for him to not show up?” Vernon begins to frantically point in all directions of your home, including at yourself as well as your kitchen. “What kind of boyfriend doesn’t come home to this?”

Silence is the only thing you can provide right now. One because he’s right, but two, because you’ve never seen Vernon so riled up on your behalf. He was the one always talking you off cliffs, not the other way around.

“Sorry,” He clears his throat. His voice is back to his regular tone now.

“Don’t be. Thank you for caring about me.”

You don’t know why, but you feel a desire to nuzzle into Vernon’s shoulder, so you do. Naturally, he wraps his arm around your shoulder to allow you more comfortability. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s not, but it doesn’t feel wrong being in his arms right now. You know if you consider Mark, you should pull away, but when’s the last time Mark considered you?

“Is this okay?” He questions, his tone a mixture of hope and concern as he’s likely reading your mind right now. He had a knick for that when it came to you.

“It’s okay.” You decide. I mean, who’s going to catch you?

The two of you lay like that for the remainder of the night, watching a movie that Vernon puts on, but you can't concentrate. All you can think of is how you're lying in the arms of another man, your heart fluttering. That isn't supposed to happen. However, your thoughts are brief because you quickly find yourself dozing off in his arms that feel as if they never want to let you go.

It’s the wee hours of the morning when your phone rings, and then vibrates, indicating someone has called and texted you.

You and Vernon sleep through it.

TO BE CONTINUED

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lavender-z-love · 11 months

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Highway to Heaven

Mark Lee x Black.FemReader

Genre: Smut, Idol!boyfriend AU, Virgin!Mark AU, SoftDom+Sub!Mark, Switch!Reader Fluff in there♡

Warnings: Seggs and lots of seggs, spelling and grammar errors! (Give me time, to go through a few couple times to make sure everything is good👍. I was rushing to post this 🥲)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/n: This is the final part of my little 3 part Smut series. I know, the 2nd part was written wayyyyy after the 3rd. I wanted to make sure I felt it was good before posting it. Anyway- have a good read. Im also using Mark's Korean name every now and then in this x reader.

A/N 2– PLEASE READ: If you see the name 'Kaneki' dont be alarmed, I was also wrwriting another X Reader for 'Kaneki' and his name keeps autocorrecing into this x reader. I think ive fixed all the errors, but I could be wrong.

Wordcount: Im thinkin 2500k? I'll count later ♡

Part one: Baby don't like it.

Part two: Here.

Part three: Angel.

Mark squeezed your thighs as they were wrapped around his thin waist. Slow and steady kisses pressed onto your neck. Your nails dig into Minhyung's shoulders as a soft moan leaves your lips. There was no suprise how Mark felt about you in this moment, so you weren't shocked when you felt his longing pressed against you.

Though Mark stopped kissing you. He pulled away from your neck, smiles wryly "S-Sorry.."

"Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." Mark's eyes stayed on you, thoughts racing at high speeds—

'How can I please her?'

'Can I make her climax good enough?'

Your back hit the soft mattress with Mark soon to follow. Your heart almost burst out of your chest— thinking of some places where to touch Mark. Thinking where to touch Mark to get him hot. Even though this was your first time together, the both of you were willing to go further and beyond for one another.

Mark unexpected, who seemed to not know anything about sex, knew exactly what buttons to push to turn you on. "Can give you a hickey here?", he softly asks

"Do what you want Kitten", you whispered.

That nervous demeanor of Mark's begins to dissolve, having a confident one replace it. Maybe too confident, you'll see why- "God you smell so nice.." Mark licked and kissed the bite mark he'd left to soothe the sweet pain he had produced.

"Did you put perfume on?", he asked in between kisses.

You nod, holding him close as your fingers run through Mark's hair. So soft you could play in his silky locks for hours.

"Yes of course baby, is it too much?"

Mark pulls away and smiles at you. Leaning in for a quick kiss before answering you. "No, not at all. I love it." The both of your lips tangled together. Heated bodies pressed against one another. Mark's tongue, against parted lips in small licks against. French kisses deepening the passion, your bodies even more molten together.

His hands searched and wondered every inch of your clothed body as he soon began to tug at your top.

"Can I?", he whispers.

"Go for it" ,you say giving him the green light, his lips find their way to your cheek. He kissed you a few times before allowing you to sit up, taking your shirt and lifting it over your head. He set it aside before laying you back down again.

His eyes darted towards your chest. Leaving his face breaking out in a red glow. 'This is so lewd' He was thinking what to do..and how to touch you; not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward. Still admiring your bronze glazed breasts, you reach out and grasp Mark's hand, bringing him back to reality. You lead his hand to your chest, having his hand cup your clothed breast.

"Y/n.."

You giggled, "Kitten, you can touch them. I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to." Teasing, winking at him. Mark averted his eyes from your flirtatious gaze.

"I just..Don't want to mess up, or make you feel uncomfortable-"

Mark pulls you close a bit to where he is able to reach around you and fiddle with your bra hook, sliding his delicate fingers underneath it. "Mark, look at me. It's your first time, we are bound to have awkward moments and mistakes. But thats apart of the process. Lets have fun with it, Okay?" Mark presses his forehead against yours, letting out a puff of air.

"Yes. I suppose you're right, Y/n. I wont think about that. I'll just think about loving you." Your hands find their way to his cheeks, pulling his face lower to place a kiss upon his nose. "You're so stunning- I don't know how I managed to control myself around you" ,He confessed

"Well, tonight Mark- you don't have to control yourself. I don't want you to, give me everything." Your boyfriend nodded and gently continued to kiss you. "And you Y/n– dont hide anything from me either", Mark commands in a husky voice.

"Fuck Mark, when you talk like that—", you mumble into his lips hungrily, "I'll show you what a slutty Minx I can be."

Mark breathes heavily at those words, his pants feeling tighter, "Yes Y/n, I'd love that." Your delicate hands feeling on your boyfriend's toned chest, tracing his abs. You tug on Mark's shirt pushing him back, causing him to naively tilt his head in confusion then realized what your goal was.

He the pulled his shirt up and over his head, discarding it into the corner. Admiring his toned body, your cheeks flush as Mark leans back on to you. His actions quite appealing to you— the way he'd done that, he seemed so confident. Though- thinking about it, how could disposing of an clothing item be so enticing?

Minhyung firmly placed his hands on your hips, hoisting you up and further on the bed. "God your skin is gorgeous."

"Mark..." ,You muttered. Feeling his lips kiss your cheek. The his hands still rest on your curvy hips. Caressing your thighs as they compress against his sides. He stopped at the waist band of your pants. "Yes?" ,He asked pulling away from your cleavage. "On the bed-"

"Huh?"

You quietly laughed, "Get on the bed." Mark was a little hesitant, he wanted to stay on top of you and do most of the work. Mark got off of you, letting you get up. He was going to just lay down, though you didn't give him a chance to. You pushed him down, climbing on top of him.

"My turn, let me treat you."

Your fingertips, traveling to his neck and caressing his face. Your eyes locked with Mark's lips and his eyes to your lips. Having convinced him you were going to kiss him, you pull away leaving him hungry for a kiss. Making way for his neck, only to hover and breathe against it. Eventually you final gave in nipped at his neck. "Tell me Kitten" ,You spoke between little bites, "Where do you want my lips?"

He lightly moaned, clutching to the bed sheets. "I want your lips on my lips of course-"

You smiled, "In due time, you must be patient. Foreplay is essential, I want to tease you just a bit baby."

Mark smirks, "So, this is what I signed up for?" You nod, "Im afraid so kitty.." , brushing your thumb against his plump lips. Your free hand wandering along his body. Abs toned, like a captivating art piece. Mark's tan skin soft, some spots with scares, each telling a story behind them. However, each making you fall more in love with him and his body. Your hand stopping at his zipper. His voice hitches, your boyfriend now sitting up to see what you were doing. You getting off of him and now placing your hands along his waist. You slowly unbuckled his belt, now watching him as you did so.

Such a sweet angel like him, what a lustful and hungry look he had in his eyes. Now that his belt was on the ground, you tugged at the button on his jeans leaving one last thing to undo. You slide off of Mark and onto your knees. Mark, now under a spell, still watching your movement. What you do next really had him wanting to just throw you down and pound into you. Your body coming closer to his torso, placing small kisses right below his belly button. Mark released a heavy breath..

'Haa.. she's so close to my–' he thinks to himself. He bites the inside of his mouth in attempt to hold back tiny moans. Just the thought of you being close to his cock began to set him off. Feeling up and down his waist, peppering kisses along his lower torso– surprising him by finaly unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. Enough to where his member sprung out. Suddenly at the sight of if it you were a bit intimidated.

Mark was a bit embarrassed especially with you staring so much. "Y-Y/n you don't have to. I promise, I can just–"

You quickly press your lips to his, silencing him. "Mm-mm, I am– Im just trying to figure our how you're going to fit inside me" ,you nervously laugh in attempt to lighten the mood. "Even so, I don't mind going down on you Y/n– show me what to do."

"Next time baby boy, this time–".

You pause as you grasp Mark's length. His eyes shut tight, his warm lips part as you extract a moan from him. You begin pumping him, slowy just to get him used to it. You didn't want to drive him crazy, well...at least not yet. "This time, Im in Charge." Back to Mark's length— Slowly and steadly, you licked a stripe starting from the underside of his Cock and up to the tip. He shivers, as his hands grasps the sheets. Giving his head small kitten licks, observing his reactions and how sensitive he was.

Once you got the idea, your nose was soon touching Mark's torso. "Y-Y/n!" So trapped with pleasure, his cries never complete make it out. Tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His Adam's apple bobing as he attempts to catch his breath.

"S-Slow Down!" You pull away whiping the saliva that began to build up.

"Baby, I am going slow" ,you chuckle. He glares down at you. Such a beautiful view, he'd only seen in dreams with the both of you. Up until now those dreams were made reality. Those siren eyes you return the dangerous gaze up at him. Those nails of your, gripping his thighs enough to make crescent-shaped marks. Licking your plump lips. Mark's face burned deeply and so did his ears. How erotic this was, he'd think to himself. Wanting to hid his face away.

"Here-" ,You grab Minhyung's hand and place it to you side of your face, "You can hold my hair and help control the speed if you want" ,You explain.

Mark noded a little embarrassed to say something, and you began to work your magic again. Once again, introducing that long, slow, Lick along his shaft to ease him back into it again. Both hands gripping him this time. Slowly pumping him, your lips parted as you swirled your tongue around your boyfriend's Tip.

As a reaction his fist grips your hair, hypnotized by your actions he sharply exhales. "S-Sorry you just, caught me off guard-", he explains while releasing your hair. You hummed taking his member fully in your mouth. Like torture to him, it seemed like you were teasing him, though you just wanted to make him feel extraordinary. Adding to the pressure, the pleasure- Slurping and Sucking, with occasional swirlings of your tongue making him see stars. Your head bobbing up and down as your tongue grazed the underside of Mark's Cock. His eyes study you, fingers intertwined with your hair, bundling it all up into a pony tail. Just trying to hold back,"Y/n– You can stop, Im close.."

You hummed, sending electrifying vibrations through him. You unlatch yourself from Mark, strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his Tip. Once he'd examined that, the pressure he'd been holding in his gut was starting to unravel. A burning sensation from him was getting heavier. You began pumping his messy cock in on hand before taking him back in your mouth. Driving him insane, forgetting your hair was still gathered up in his fist— he pulls you further onto his cock, with every tug, your nose touching his bellybutton. Saliva was also building up like thin strands of thread on the underside of his shaft. Your saliva dripping onto the floor, dripping down your neck and even littering on your clothed breasts; glistening in the moonlight.

Letting him guide you at a steady pace. Swear words find themselves falling past his lips. Mark leaning back, dazed. Voice like honey, moans and gasps feeding you. He sounded so good, You wanted to make him sound like this everyday. Mark's sexy orgasm unraveling itself bit by bit.

With one buck of his hips and one last time pushing your head down onto him, "F-Fuck.." ,He purred. As Mark's sweet cum painted your throat white you felt him twitch in your mouth. Finally coming back to his senses. He quickly realized, "Im sorry Y/n! Are you okay?"

You nod, covering up your mouth with your hands. Mark furrows his brows confused, until he realized– "Wait! Y/n– you don't have to.." You swallow all of him, of course he seen it. If Mark's face could turn any reder his head woukd explode from embarrassment.

Mark, helps you up and to your feet, only to push you down onto the bed. Pinning your wrists above you, his breathing was heavy. "You drive me crazy..you know that right?" You smile,"I didn't know until now." Standing up, fully disposing of his pants and underwear. Minhyung pulling you by your legs towards the end of the bed. Tugging at your skirt and panties, disposing of those too. You help by reaching around and uncliping your bra.

"You had your fun, now its my turn". Mark purred, looking down at you. His lips find their way to yours, and his hands once again; exploring every square inch. His hand finding its way between your legs. Your arousal was evident, you were drenched from getting Mark off so bad you were practically dripping. As Mark's fingers running along your drenched folds, he studies your facial expression. You grind against his fingers, signaling you want more.

Mark takes the hint, pressing his thumb against your bud. This coaxing a loud wail from you. After making friction between your grinding and Mark's fingers rubbing against you, he pushes a finger inside you. Once again gaining a sweet sound from you. Your hands shoulders, gripping onto them. The sound you made causing Mark's cock to twitch with excitement. His eye darkening at the sexy sight of his beautiful girlfriend underneath him.

Hypnotized by your beautiful cries, he suddenly acts. Adding another finger, whilst attacking one of the two buds on your chest. His tongue, assaulting your sensitive bud leaving it glistening with his saliva. Truely sending you to heaven and the two of you hadn't even actually fucked yet. With your back now arched, your hands leaving Minhyung's shoulders and sliding up to his head and gently gripping his platinum blue roots.

"M-Mark! W-Wait! Im gonna finish- I don't want to just yet..",You pleaded. How was he so good and this was his first time? You had no idea, and honestly...pretty sure he had no idea. Mark slowly removes his fingers from inside of you, bringing his wet digits into his mouth. Pulling them out with a pop following. Licking his lips, before his eyes dart down to you. "You're so sweet y/n",He mutters.

You bashfuly gazing back at him in an attempt to catch your breath from the delightful foreplay you'd just received. Your boyfriend reachinging into a nightstand, pulling out a pack of condoms.

"You were really planning this out, huh?"

"I told you, Y/n, Im ready to give you my all."

Digging through the small box, he pulls out a few small square packets it his hand. You scoffed, "Baby, do you need so many?"

Mark sheepishly smiles,"Better safe than sorry, you know?"

Your boyfriend, who's now opening the little packed replied chuckling with a slight hue over his cheeks. Mark, now rolling the condom onto his length.

"Do you want to take control Mark?" Mark declined, "Show me how its done first" ,he flirted. You giggled, pushing him down before straddling him. "Get comfortable Kitten." Your boyfriend nodded as he placed his large hands on your thighs. "Feel free to take control when you want, okay?"

He nods and you begin. Gliding your folds against Mark's cock. With anticipation, his nails digging into your soft thighs as he watches your hips swivel. You bite your lip fighting back your cries wanting to hear your boyfriend's voice. Slowly ingulfing him in, though not all of him. You sat there for a bit as the stretch was a little painful.. soon the pain subsides and transforms into pleasure.

You leaned down onto Mark, bare chest to bare chest..rising and falling, his cock twitching already. His hands slightly pushing you down onto his cock.

"Y/n, you're so warm" ,your boyfriend moaned. "And you—" ,you had to take a breath, "You're so fulfilling.." Mark's eyes fixated on the erotic scene in front of him. His hands now on your ass, pushing you down a bit further. He sat up to get a good look at you up close.

"Fuck.. your body is absolutely beautiful" Mark groaned, now pushing you down onto his cock completely. Thus making you cry louder than before. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Mark gazing up at you with his hands still on your ass letting you adjust.

Your boyfriend sprinkles kisses on your chest, before having a field day with your breasts. "How do you feel Y/n?" ,he asked looking at you with a hungry look. "I'm fine Mark." Your boyfriend happily smiles, wrapping his arms around you. "G-Good.."

Your eyes shut tight, finally having the courage to move. Pushing Mark back down, you began with a steady and slow tempo. Satiny coils down to your sides; glued to your beautiful tanned skin because of the sweat. Your face of pleasure; eyes closed and mouth gaping. Mark with one eye shut and the other watching you, his lewd face handsome and on display for you. With every bounce, your breasts follow— giving him something delicious to gawk at if you don't fuck the shit out of him.

Your hands on his chest as support, curling up and scratching your boyfriend in the process. "Fuck...Y-Y/n" ,Mark grunts. Enjoying the feelinging of being sucked in and squeezed, pulled into you was overwhelming. It was taking every ounce not to cum so quickly.

"H-Hm? Is it too much kitten?" ,you teased.

Mark's His hands so hungrily reaching out to you. Finding his way to your clit, rubbing it in circles. Sending shocks of arousal throughout your body. Suddenly feeling Mark's dick burrow deeper into you. You screamed at the action adding on to the pure bliss.

Fucking into you as he gripped your thighs to help him steady his pace. The sound of skin colliding slowly building up becoming louder and louder every couple of thrusts to the point where you couldn't hear it past your moans. Seeing stars as your eyes rolled back into your skull— Thinking of nothing but the feeling of something filling you up over and over again. Mark helping you ride out your orgasm, as well as building up on his.

You were being fucked senseless, so early on into your Valentine's Sex session. "M-Minhyung! W-Wait!!" Were cries that managed to fall past your soft lips as your walls clamp around on your lover before you. Your legs shaking violently, your back archs and head thrown back.

"Oh Baby, You look so P-Pretty like this.." ,Mark Woo's. Massaging your thighs, letting you return to reality. Heavily breathing as you lay against Mark's chest.

"You okay?"

"Yes..I'm Okay.."

Gentle rubs on your back, comforting you.. somewhat lulling you to sleep. You spring up realizing. "Oh my god!"

"What?"

Your face flushes. You cover your face with your hands, using them as a shield. "What baby? Tell me whats up. Was I not okay?"

"No! It was the opposite! I-..I finished too fast!"

Mark sits up, now eye-level with you still settled on top of him. Gently holding your hands, he peals them away from your pretty face. "Hey, weren't you the one who said It would be awkward? That pur first time together wont be perfect?"

"Yes but..I wanted to hold out for you."

"It's okay if you don't hold out...well, It Just tells me what a good job Im doing", he flirted. Making you giggle with sudden spring of kisses peppered on your neck.

"I guess you are doing well, you've managed to come this far."

"You guess? Want me to do better? I do have one tally for making you 'cum' this far."

You were lifted up and put onto your back, the both of you now in missionary position. Mark held you down against his sheets. Your dark hair was littered everywhere as you looked up at him and Mark, as he looked down at you.

A soft and warm, yet intense gaze– Seemed like nothing would put a hold on the sexual tension between you two. Your chest hot with desire. Leaning in closer to you. The feeling of warm breath heave against eachother—

"Oh..Haha, you've got jokes".

Mark chuckles, pulling your body somewhat onto his lap as he readied himself to fill you up once more.

"Uh-huh, Jokes and galore", he says with a cute smirk. Without warning, you were filled to the brim with Mark's length. Your eyes widened with the sudden feeling and voice so loud you were positive Mark's neighbors could hear everything.

Mark's grip, tugging on one of your hands while the other grips the sheets. His lips nipping, kissing, whispering things into your skin as he watched your pleasured form.

With your free hand you cling to the velvety sheets. "Ngh! Fuck.. Minhyung–"

"Hm? What's that? Kitten got your tongue, Y/n?", Mark Teased. He leans onto you, kissing your chin, and slowly going down your body. Your neck, collar bone..and breasts.

His steady thrusts, speeding up with the sound of skin getting louder too. Marks lips wrapped around your nipple, as he pulled you by the wrist. The combination of his tongue going at it on your breasts + Mark filling you up, quickly sending you over the edge. Your nails now finding solace in Mark's bicep.

His other arm wraps around the arch of your back. Holding you there- after having fun with one nipple he moves on to the next. "Mark! Mm! Oh my g–" a string of cries leave your lips as your boyfriend's pelvis slams into yours.

The feeling, Tension of Minhyung's cock ravage your insides building up, leaving you speechless. Without announcement Mark pulls out, yanking the condom off and planting his seed all over your stomach.

Your orgasm that was just being built up began to die down. You sighed with disappointment feeling the sweet end leave your body. You began to sit up only to be pushed back down onto the bed.

"Hey, where are you going beautiful? I can feel you're on your second orgasm."

"Its not that big of a deal—"

With a sudden motion, your legs pulled apart. Pushed back by the pit of your knees. Mark kneels before you, eagerly looking at your pussy.

"Damn, Look how messy you've gotten. Let me clean you up a bit."

His tongue now licking a long, wet, warm stripe along your slit. Firmly gripping plush thighs, Mark pulls you onto his lips. Making out with your pussy vigorously. Tasting every inch of your cum that had leaked out of you.

Mark stepping back to look at your face, as he found joy in your expressions. Wondering why you were so quiet, to finding you covering your mouth.

He grabs your hand, holding it down to the bed. In a teasing tone,"You can pull my hair if you don't know what to do with them." Like you'd told him before the two of you got busy love making.

"I forbid you to hide your cries Minx. You're loud and expressive earlier. Don't hide now", he mumbles against your pussy. He drags your soft digits to his locks, letting your fingers latch on before continuing to eat you again.

Feeling the need to help that pressure build up again, taking your fingers amd playing with your clit. Mark feeling disappointed that you needed to do it yourself. Mark removed your hand, replacing it with his.

Your hips rolling on Mark's finger and tongue, eventually reaching that sweet end goal. Your legs vibrating around Marks head as you cum. Still Stimulating you as you reached the end.

Your pretty cries so loud, like music to Mark's ears. Felling him smile against your pussy as he laps up your juices. Rubbing your thighs to help soothe the slight aches. "Beautiful Y/n, Such a beautiful Minx."

Mark gently lowers your legs, kissing your calves as your toes point. Allowing you to come down from your high. "Fuck Kitten...You're good. Really good." You slur hungrily.

"Yeah? Good, cause' I'm not done yet gorgeous." Marks says in a low tone; his eyes clouded by love lust. "Not done?" You ask, ready for more. Your boyfriend who'd been a virgin, shy and now confident as ever. Though you weren't complaining, he was so hot like this.

"Could you please turn around for me Y/n?", he asked as he helped you to your feet.

"Since you asked so nicely", you flirted with Mark as he twirled you around. Mark now unwrapping a new condom and preparing himself for you.

On your hands and knees, you wait for Mark to position himself. As he does so, his hands slide up your waist and up your hips. His alluring voice in your ear, "Are you ready?"

His voice melting you, you nod leaning into the sheets. "Minx, don't lean that way– come here.."

Mark helping you up, you stayed on your knees and Mark right behind you. "I wanna try like this–"

His chest against your back.. Sweat making your skin stick together. One hand of his holding your hip and the other holding one of your wrists. He guides your hand over his shoulder and rests it on the back of his head. Gently kissing your shoulder as he slides inside you again. "A-Ah!"

Mark's hand now with a mind of its own making its way to your breast, and fondling it. Your head thrown back onto your boyfriend's shoulder as he grinds against you— thrusts into you.

"Damn...You feel so good, you're so beautiful—", he whispers.

"Mark– I don't think I'll be letting you sleep tonight."

"Me either–" The two of you share a kiss as Marks hips move faster. Your mouth agape more, having lovely noises spill out.

"–I can't seem to get enough of you."

Written june 28th

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markiemocha · 1 year

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mark lee as ur bf! & mark appreciation post! 🫶🏾

- Mark is definitely your quirky kinda hip boyfriend lol! he very out spoken and shows his affection in a very obvious way!

Affection ❀.*~

-He loves kissing you on your cheeks, you have really fat cheeks and he loves giving them little pecks every second!

He’s definitely gonna shower you with gifts. Every time he comes to your hometown during tour he definitely showers you in and lots and lots of different clothes,shoes,style. You already know he can dress so you know he definitely gonna have his girl lookin good.

Good listener ❀.*~

he also definitely reminds me of somebody who’s definitely very easy to open up to as far as having to have deep talks with or vent to or laugh with & cry with definitely you’re going to need a guy like Mark, because he is the type to make you cry when you need to cry and laugh need you laugh.

Why you/we love mark! ❀.*~

He’s also very very quirky so you might want to get used to his very odd personality like he says some of the most weirdest things but that’s why we love em so that’s why I kind of got to get used to that because that’s what he’s all about is STRAIGHT UP WERIDNESS LOL!

he’s definitely the type to text you like “good morning cutie” or like “you’re so fine” or like comment damn under a picture of you or something I don’t know he just give me those vibes .

there is those times though where he is very very blushy & shy and it’s honestly so cute like he’s such a cutie pie!

he definitely give me those vibes to help you take out your hair like your braids or something if you need help, he’s gonna help you cause he bored anyway probably lmao!

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Honestly,

when I think of Mark, I always think of how cute he is very outspoken very funny very corny but he’s still funny and he definitely can make you laugh or if he’s doing something weird you give them that “what the hell are you doing” he’s just very cute like a very nice guy like you can tell he’s very generous but if you say something weird, he gonna say some weird back but in a good way! he gives me those kind of vibes like he’s just a very outspoken and a lil weirdo and I think that’s what makes him very unique. He’s very weird and I like that about him he ain’t shy,but then there’s sometimes when he’s not,he’s like a professional like when he’s doing interviews or speaking during a talk session at concerts i mean he still kinda quirky but when like they’re doing like lives he’s very like himself and that’s what I like. He could be himself anytime,anywhere.

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Authors Corner *•. 🙋🏾‍♀️

𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭.

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a-spicy-reader · 1 day

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"Forbidden Desires"

Synopsis:

Mark eagerly anticipates a private lingerie show from his girlfriend Maya. As he succumbs to his desires, his senses sharpen, intensifying his longing for Maya's touch. Despite Maya's rule against touching, Mark's desire overwhelms him, leading to a passionate surrender.

Word count: 1,302

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the room, casting warm shadows against the walls as Mark rested on the bed, a joint hanging between his fingers as he took a long drag. This night was special—his girlfriend, Maya, had promised him a private fashion show, and he could hardly wait to see what she had in store.

The weed worked its magic, wrapping Mark in a haze of relaxation as he waited for Maya's arrival. His muscles loosened, his mind wandered as he got lost in the gentle buzz of the herb. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him as he waited for Maya to arrive.

When Maya finally emerged from the bathroom, Mark's breath caught in his throat. She was breathtaking, her dark skin glowing in the dim light as she moved with effortless grace. The effects of the weed only sharpened his senses, making her beauty seem even more intoxicating.

With a sensual smile, Maya walked over to him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. "Ready for your private show, darling?" she purred, her voice sending shivers down Mark's spine.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. Maya had always been stunning, but tonight she was radiant, a goddess in human form.

As Maya began her private fashion show, Mark's heart pounded in his chest, his desire growing with each tantalizing move.

The first set Maya revealed was a delicate lace bralette and matching panties, the fabric a rich burgundy that perfectly complemented her skin tone. Mark's mouth went dry as he watched her, his eyes tracing every curve, every dip and swell of her body.

Maya twirled, a playful glint in her eyes as she posed for him, running her hands over her curves with ease and practice. "Do you like it, darling?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

Mark could only nod, his throat tight with longing. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.

But Maya had made it clear: no touching allowed.

With a pout, Mark forced himself to sit up, his hands clenched into fists as he fought the irresistible urge to reach out for her.

Maya's smile widened as she moved on to the next set, a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination. The fabric shimmered in the candlelight, clinging to her curves in all the right places as she swayed and twirled, teasing him with glimpses of what lay beneath.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as Maya approached, the scent of her perfume swirling around him like an intoxicating mist. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Maya's laugh was like music to his ears as she danced, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not as beautiful as you, darling," she replied, her voice a husky purr.

But it was the third set that truly took Mark's breath away—a daring black lace bodysuit that left little to the imagination. It hugged Maya's curves like a second skin, the sheer fabric leaving nothing to the imagination as she posed and preened for him, her confidence shining with every movement.

Mark's pulse quickened as he watched her, his desire reaching a fever pitch as she teased and tormented him with every move. He could feel the heat building between them, a potent mix of longing and desire that threatened to consume them both.

But Maya held firm to her promise—no touching allowed.

Mark groaned in frustration, his body vibrating with need as Maya drew closer, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. "Please, Maya," he begged, his voice raw with longing. "I need you."

But Maya only shook her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she danced just out of reach. "Not yet, darling," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Not until I say so."

But Mark had reached his limit. With a growl of frustration, he surged forward, capturing Maya's lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. She gasped in surprise, her arms wrapping around him as he pulled her close, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of need and desire.

Clothes were discarded in a frenzied rush as they tumbled onto the bed, their kisses growing more urgent, more desperate with every passing moment. Mark's hands roamed over Maya's body, tracing every curve, every dip and swell as he worshipped her with his touch.

Maya moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as she arched against him, her body trembling with pleasure. "Mark," she gasped, her voice husky with need. "I need you."

Mark's lips traveled down her neck, peppering kisses along her collarbone as he moved lower, his breath hot against her skin. Mark buried his face between Maya's legs, his tongue darting out to lick her swollen clit. Maya cried out in ecstasy, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rocked her hips against his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Mark," she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. "That feels so good. Don't stop, darling. Please, don't stop."

Mark obeyed, his tongue working its magic as he explored every inch of her, driving her wild with need. Maya's cries grew louder, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

And then it hit her—a blinding wave of pleasure that consumed her entirely. She screamed his name, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm as she fell into bliss.

Mark kept licking, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling and spent beneath him. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips soft and tender as he pressed them to hers, his passion rekindling like a flame.

With a low growl of desire, Mark moved forward, burying himself deep inside Maya, his throbbing erection pressing eagerly against her slick entrance, the tight heat of her sex enveloping him in a delicious embrace.

Maya gasped, her body arching to meet him as he filled her completely, every inch of him sinking into her depths. She was so wet and tight, her walls clenching around him as he began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

Mark groaned, his hips driving forward with increasing urgency as he set a relentless pace. Maya's nails dug into his back, her cries of ecstasy spurring him on as they moved together in perfect rhythm, a symphony of passion and desire.

The sensations were overwhelming—the heat of her body, the tightness of her grip, the way she met his every thrust with eager abandon. Mark felt himself teetering on the edge of oblivion, his pleasure mounting with each stroke until he could hold back no longer.

With a primal roar, he came, his release flooding Maya in a hot, pulsing torrent of ecstasy. She screamed his name, her body convulsing with pleasure as she clung to him, her own orgasm crashing over her in a wave of bliss.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat as they rode out the aftershocks of their passion. Mark pressed a tender kiss to Maya's forehead, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the woman in his arms.

"I love you, Maya," he whispered, his voice soft with emotion.

Maya smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love. "I love you too, Mark," she replied, her voice a gentle whisper.

"Forever and always."

I hope you liked it, leave your comments here ☺️

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calibabii21 · 21 days

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Yk I'm here to rock your world a lil bit🤭happy birthday! I'm so glad to have met you Z, and I pray that we experience many more together, I love you girl! MWAH 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🥰

First gift:

AJJJJJJ

BABYGWOORRLLLLL

I didn't even sneeze, yet you still blessed meeeeee

I love you fren, we are not missing anymore opportunities to see one another or go to shows together. I REFUSE, OKAY??

thank you for the birthday gift, I wholeheartedly receive

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Most Likely To...Lɪᴋᴇ ᴄ*ᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ Ft. Got7 & Stray Kids

NSFW, C*ck Warming, Teasing, Request 28

Yᴏᴜɴɢᴊᴀᴇ - He just wants to feel you and he doesn't care how. Wrap your legs around him and hold him close in bed. Falling asleep with his member buried deep inside of you, pure heaven. If you move in your sleep and manage to make his member slip out, he wakes up right away, moves closer to you and puts is dick right back in. Something about your warmth just eases his soul.

Mᴀʀᴋ - He loves it when you offer to be his cock warmer, he loves it even more when he's playing video games and you just sit in his lap. He sees it as a challenge , a test of his will power and he will not lose...unless you suddenly clench around him, then you win.

Jᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ - He lives to bury himself between your legs! However, cock warming to him is just a little bit of foreplay for something greater. He can endure a little teasing if that means you will let him take you however he wishes.

Jɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ - He doesn't see the point, but since you enjoy it he goes along with it. He would much rather have you moaning his name and telling him how much you want his babies.

Jᴀᴇʙᴇᴏᴍ - Nice try, but he's fucking you. There is no such thing as cock warming for him...unless you're wrapping you lips around him. Even then, he's not waiting around for long. He is in charge and when he's ready to move brace yourself.

Bᴀᴍʙᴀᴍ - He has more important things to do than sit here and give into your little games. Now hurry up and take this dicking down, so he can catching his flight on time.

Yᴜɢʏᴇᴏᴍ - Nope, not even a little bit. Cock warming in his mind is just a way to tease and he's not for it at all. If you want his dick, then you're taking it in any and all positions.

Fᴇʟɪx - Your walls are pure silk, warm and soft. Let him stay between your legs forever! He isn’t sure what it is, but cock warming for him is more of a bonding session then anything for him. He will lay with you in bed and talk to you about your day while tracing over the dips and dives of your face.

Cʜᴀɴ - He might be a dom, but he’s a total softie and just wants to hold you in his arms. He loves the sounds you makes and the way you clench around him just sends him to cloud nine. He will tease you lightly about how wet you get and joke around that he won’t be able to stay inside you much longer.

Mɪɴʜᴏ - He uses cock warming as a punishment. He has enough self control, so it doesn’t bother him either way. He likes the way you try to move your hips to make him break, but it never works.

ʜᴀɴ - He is yours to use, if you want his cock to just fill you for fun or comfort, then go for it. He will struggle for control, but he knows that sometimes you just want the intimacy of being close.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ - He doesn’t hate it, but it’s not a go to for him. He enjoys the feeling of you wrapped around him and he always wants to bring you to the highest form of your pleasure. He sees this a just another step for you to bask in your pleasure.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ - Oh? You think you can make him fold, huh? Well, guess what? You were right. He puts on a tough act, but the moment you shift or wiggle a little, he is begging to fuck you. He will fuck you and he will taunt you, stating that you wanted him to fuck you just as badly.

Sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ - Doesn’t care much for it, would rather listen to your begging to come and feel your nails dig into his skin. If he is willingly participating in cock warming then he had a hard day and just wants to sleep. What you use his cock for is out of his hands as he passes out for a few hours.

ɪ.ɴ. - Please, don’t. He can’t handle it and would feel horrible if he came too soon with little to no movement.

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andysorbit · 20 days

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Fair and Square (M)

Idol!Mark x fem!reader

genre: smut, light fluff, blink-and-you'll- miss-it angst

warnings: overstimulation, dacryphylia, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (I'm not telling yall shit about protection. I ain't ya mama.), breeding kink, reader has a bellybutton piercing, slight degradation, mentions of cock warming

word count: 1.3k (I'm lying dude I do not have even a scrap of a clue)

hi @calibabii21... I apologize for the late birthday gift but... I intended to do damage with this one hehe. I hope I was successful 🙂‍↕️

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"Two months isn't even that long, Mark," You say into his fluff of hair. The unwatched movie plays as you hold him close and he nestles his head against your chest; his breath fans against your skin and all would be right with the world if he wasn't leaving for a South American tour in the morning.

"Don't gaslight me," Mark groans, "And you're still gonna wait til after I get back to get that bellybutton piercing, right?"

You fall quiet and look at the new movie that's loading on the television. Mark shifts to look at you, "Y/n, you gotta let that thought marinate... Like, babe... Two months is plenty of time to really make sure this is what you wanna do."

"Mark..." You say sitting up. "Jesus of Nazareth, I don't wanna debate this," he chuckles. You watch his gaze drop down as his cheeks burn red. After all this time, he still can't look at you for too long without getting flustered. "Bruh, I literally just sat up," You tease him.

"With the quickness," he shoots back, "At least wait for me to come back so I can hold your hand or something..." You shrug and lean forward to kiss him, eyes fluttering shut as you let him lead. "How could you leave me for two months? That's jerk behavior," You mumble against his lips.

"I thought two months wasn't even that long? See how you like lyin' to me?" he sighs; hands grabbing at your hips to pull you into his lap.

"Dude, what are you up to?" Mark asks you suspiciously. His eyebrows quirk up and he eyes you, "You have that face. Spit it out, Y/n, c'mon."

You shrug, the bellybutton ring is his surprise for later and as much as you would love to show it to him now, you know it'll be worth it to wait. His absence over the past two and a half months has been torture but it's all led up to a moment you know he'll love. Or at least you hope he will.

You turn to him and slip your arm over his torso, "I'm happy to see you. Stop being a jerk," You chuckle softly and with that, he's kissing you like it's the first time he's breathed since the last time he saw you, "You look prettier... That's kinda crazy actually because..."

Mark's random yap spirals is one of the reasons you couldn't leave this man even if you wanted to. It's a wholesome thing he just can't help but fall into when he's with you. You throw your leg over his and his gentle tangent fizzles out, "I'm not gonna be upset if you're trying to get me to nail you to the bed- I mean... I was only gone for eighty-three years... Actually... Come here."

Mark rolls onto back, t-shirt riding up to show the waistband of his CK briefs, "Come have a seat."

You straddle him, "Lazy boy," You chuckle and your hands press down on the firmness of his chest to steady yourself. "Like the sofa," he counters as he guides your hips to drag you back and forth over the swelling bulge in his pants.

"Mark... please," You beg, "Please... Want you so bad." Mark grips your thighs firmly; stopping the rocking motion for a moment, "Is there something you wanna tell me before I take your clothes off?" he asks you. Pausing for a moment you eye him; your mouth opens then closes.

"Is there, Y/n?"

You shrug, "I missed you?" You ask sheepishly. "You did it, didn't you? Of course you did cuz you're fuckin' hard-headed," he sighs and he lifts your t-shirt, "Oh... fuck."

Mark's expression softnes but his dick doesn't and he softly touches the piercing. It's his turn to buffer. Opening his mouth, he takes in a shaky breath before releasing slowly and you smile, "Markie Mark... Say something?" You pipe up.

Fingers still softly toying with the piercing, Mark looks up at you, "It's all healed up?" he asks. You nod.

"What the fuck did you do- get it the same day I left? Y/n, c'mon, baby, really?" he asks incredulously. He's visibly pissed but equally as turned on and you notice it but you pretend not to.

You frown, feeling guilty at the traces of disappointment laced in his tone. "No... I made the appointment the next day and they had a last minute cancelation so they told me to come," You explain. "Oh, okay cool so the very next day," Mark says sarcastically, "That's just great." "Are you mad at me?" You ask him softly. Mark shakes his head, "No way. I just... Like you always keep me in a good place mentally and sometimes I just wanna be your voice of reason and you say I'm your emotional bra so I just wanted to be there for you... Y'know... for support... because that's what bras do..."

You lean forward and kiss him softly, "You're right and I'm sorry," You whisper, "M'sorry... I just... I wanted to surprise you but also I got bored and... I know what you said and you were right but I... I thought maybe you didn't want me to get it done." Mark kisses you back, "Not you demoting me to shitty boyfriend. It's your body and I love you with or without the piercing. I like whatever you like... I'm a simp!"

Mark flips you both over and you softly thud against the mattress, "What's wrong with that?" You laugh. "Nothin'... Not a damn thing... Now... Miss Bellybutton Piercing... I can't let this slide so what do you think I should do?" he's still playful but his eyes are longing and he touches the cool metal of the piercing again. "I thought you said it was okay?" You say with mock disappointment, "I still have to pay for my sins?"

Mark nods, "Nothing is free." You bite your bottom lip and hold his gaze, "Is the price hefty?" You ask him quietly. He nods again and dips down to kiss you, "Oh, honey," he hums; scattering kisses across your face, "Oh, baby... sweetie... cupcake... cutie pie... babygirl..." he presses his tongue to the pulse at the base of your throat and drags it up your chin before pressing a hot kiss to your lips, "You have no idea."

You try to hold onto him but he moves down your body and leaves a trail of kisses as he goes. He stops at your bellybutton and licks the piercing and you skin shivers. The room heats up as Mark drags your panties down, "Make sure you keep score of how many times I make you cum," he bends your legs at the knees and parts them, "That's how many times I want you to tell me you're sorry, okay?"

You nod, "Okay... I'll try," You whisper as you squeeze your eyes shut. Mark nestles himself betwen your legs, "Look at me." You open your eyes and look down at him. Holding your gaze, he takes your hands and brings them to the top of his head, "No trying... Just do it. That shouldn't be too hard since you're so good at staying busy when I'm not around," he says and with that, he's devouring you.

His tongue strokes against your clit fervently and you whine, "Daddy, please!" The sensation is almost too much already. Mark hums, "Now it's 'daddy please', before it was 'yeah fuck that guy'... The nerve," he chides; playfulness lifting his tone a bit as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to your pussy.

"Daddy..." You whimper. Your thighs begin to shake and you wriggle your hips, "Gonna cum, daddy... love your tongue, daddy. Fuckin' love it." Mark flicks his tongue over your clit then sucks the pulsing bundle of nerves into his mouth. You reach down to grab Mark's hair and pull his head closer to you; hips bucking wildly and eyes squeezed shut. Your skin burns hot as you chase your orgasm and you cry out when the release washes over your body. Colors swirl behind your eyes and the bubble of pleasure that you were just floating in bursts.

Mark isn't even stopping to give you a moment to recover.

"M- Mark... fuck... Please, daddy... Please, baby..." You plead as you try to push his head away. Mark chuckles against your pulsing heat, "If you can beg and keep score then be my guest but if your apologies don't match up, I'm gonna start back at one but that's fair enough, right?" he explains teasingly. He sucks your clit back into his mouth and you squeal; not knowing of you want him to stop or not, you grab his hair.

He brings you to your peak again and you feel the tears beginning well up in your eyes, "No more, daddy... m'sorry! Oh fuck... daddy, please," You plead. Mark pulls back for a second, "Save the apologies for after. Stop cheating," he says smugly before pressing a kiss to you pussy. He rises up; sitting on his haunches, "Come kiss me," he says and waits for you with the faintest hint of a smirk.

You clamber over to him and he grabs the back of your head. You know how rough Mark intends for this kiss to be but as always, his adoration for you wins and he kisses you like you're his lifesource. "Taste yourself... How lucky am I, right?" he mumbles against your eager lips.

You whine again when Mark lets you go and you watch as he pulls his t-shirt off before staring at you expectantly. "I... What d'you want... what should I do?" Mark smirks, "Oh you're waiting for me to take your nightgown off?" he chuckles, "Get busy, miss independent."

You frown, "But you always do it... And you said before you were gonna do it." Mark slips his hand between your thighs, "Oh, but I also said before that you should wait for me to come back- stop cherry picking."

"I'm not, daddy," You beg. "And on top of that..." Mark ponders, "You said you'd wait for me to come back home but you didn't... Doesn't that make you a liar, baby? Huh?" he strokes you just the way you love it, "Daddy, daddy, daddy... Fuck me... Please, daddy. Oh my God, daddy," You release again, "Daddy, please... please."

Mark releases you and pushes you down onto the mattress, "How many so far?" he asks you softly. You freeze for a moment, your eyes stuck on his and your body shaking violently, "I- uh... three," You reply. Mark chuckles as he comes down to kiss you, "You weren't sure for a second. Love that..." he sits back up and pushes down the waistband of his Adventure Time pajama bottoms along with his briefs. He presses into you slowly and fills you as he bottoms out, "That pussy sucks me in every time, baby... Every fuckin' time," he rumbles against your ear; hips drawing back to pull out of you and he looks down at your swollen pussy to watch as his cock disappears inside you.

You spread your legs wider and accept him just as you always do. Eagerly. You shriek as his fingers draw circles against your clit, "No, Mark, no, Mark, no Mark," You babble as you finally break. Tears roll down the side of your head and your body jolts violently from the collision of his hips against yours. Mark laughs devilishly, "Aw, my baby... Is this too much for you?" he purrs. "Y-yes," You whimper. Mark shakes his head ever so gently, "No, it's not."

You whine louder and heave with each stroke of Mark's fingers over your clit. "You know I'm not gonna cum inside you tonight... Can't stop thinking about how good you'd look with my cum on your stomach."

You nod stupidly and clench around his thick cock, "Daddy," You groan and his fingers speed up. This time, you sob weakly as you come undone, body too weak to anything other than to lie there limply.

"I know you like this shit because you're such a nasty little girl. I don't like being mean to you but you make me do this, baby. You gotta listen to me sometimes. You gonna listen to me more often?" Mark lolls against the corner of your mouth. You nod.

"There you go lyin' again," he chortles, "Last one. Let's make it count." Mark pulls out of you and moves you onto your stomach. Raising your ass into the air, he gives it a slap, "Up."

You raise up and he pulls you close to him; his left arm circles across your torso and he guides himself back into you, "One more time, mama. You're almost done," he coos, "Cum on my dick, baby." His fingers press harder against you and you suck in a deep breath, clenching as Mark fucks into you. You cry; damp body spent and face wet with tears, you clench your pussy as you cum around his cock. Incoherent whines fill the room as you release. You see stars behind your eyelids and Mark pushes your upper half down, "How many times are you gonna apologize to me?" he asks as he grabs your hips. You let out a shaky breath and sob into the mattress; yelping in surprise when Mark pulls out of you and turns you over onto your back.

"How many times, Y/n?" he presses as he traps your arms above your head. "Daddy, please," You squeak desperately. Mark rolls his hips, pubic bone massaging your clit. "How many?" he repeats.

"Four?" You whimper with only a pinch of confidence. Mark quickly pops that bubble too.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Y-yes?"

"Was that a statement? It sounded like a question, Y/n. Are. You. Sure?"

"I am! I am, I am, I am... I'm sure... Daddy, please."

"Good... now apologize," he grunts, "Look at me and apologize. If you look away, I'll make you start over." You wriggle in an attempt to stop his hips from stimulating you so well. You look up at him, "Y- you... said- no... no more," You sob. "Okay so I lied... Are you gonna do something about it?" he asks you and you know he's checking to see if you're in need of the safeword. "I'm- so-rry," You hiccup as you hold his gaze; determined to finish what he started. He gives you a proud smirk, "You're so fucking pretty when you cry for me, baby... So gorgeous..." he praises you as his own orgasm builds up almost entirely. He's waiting for you to finish apologizing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You cry as you release one last time, body finally giving out. You shake and tremble as Mark pulls out of you, "Fuck, baby... Gonna cum," he moans as he squeezes your wrists and bot tighter. It hurts and you moan at the dull ache. Mark jerks himself off, finishing with a spent moan as he paints his cum across your lower abdomen; focusing especially on your piercing, "Yeah, baby... that's it," he mumbles and lays down on top of you

Your trembling body relaxes when Mark sandwiches you comfortably between his own body and the mattress and he kisses you as he eases his cock back into you, "Okay, young lady, good job." He flips you both onto your sides and you lay sticky against each other; thoughts of changing bed sheets and doing laundry miles away.

Mark kisses your cheek, "Are we good? Are we fair? Are we square?" he asks you playfully. He peppers kisses all over your face and you grab his chin to shower him in your own kisses of adoration. "Uh huh... we are. Yeah," You chuckle and he hugs you close, "Fair, square, and in love," he mumbles.

You nod weakly, "Hell yeah, dude."

Mark kisses your neck, "Oh, can tell you something?" he murmurs into your skin. You nod slowly, "Go for it, baby."

"So uh... you said I made you cum four times but I really have no fuckin' idea," he says as he bursts out laughing, "When I asked you if you were sure I was serious!" You rub slow circles into his back and laugh weakly, "I had a feeling you didn't know but at least you weren't a jerk about it," You hum contently.

"I dunno... I made my baby cry," he whispers smugly. You hug him closer, "Okay now you're being a jerk."

Thank you for reading!!!!

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unique-high · 11 days

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12:05 am | Mark Lee x Black fem Reader

Inspired by home by good neighbours

NOT EDITED. NOT FUCKING EDITED.

author's note: I have let this rot in my draft long enough.

Darling, won't you take me home?

There's an ache in Mark's chest. A familiar ache for home when he watches you.

He didn't realize home could be a person not until the moment he heard your laughter. To him it was like the warmth of the sun poured from your mouth.

And that warmth made him miss a place he's never been.

It's when you kissed Mark's forehead and softly whisper his name into his soft brown hair that he unravels.

You where everything he missed about home.

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swixus · 1 year

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Hiiiii☺️!! I’m writing a new ambw fan fiction about NCT Mark and a black woman, so here’s my Wattpad account if your interested:

@-swixus (here’s the link: Addicted To You)

And it’s called Addicted To You

Thank youuu💚🫶🏾!!

FYI: New chapters every other Friday :)

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neosculturestechnology · 2 years

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boplee · 11 months

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Hi guysssss 🥰

So I took a break from writing cause things got a little hectic for me. Juggling school, work, and life kinda left me with little to no room to write anything plus I had a very bad case of writers block. I hope to become active again so I can keep you guys entertained. I know you guys are waiting for parts to other stories to be released and I want you to know they’re coming. I’m also working on some new stories so be on the look out. Anyway thanks for reading and stay tuned

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a-spicy-reader · 3 days

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Confidence and Provocation

Synopsis:

In their cozy apartment on a typical Saturday morning, Olivia and Mark explore the depths of their intimate relationship. Olivia, a confident, curvaceous woman, takes the lead with her commanding presence, while Mark, feeling even cuter in his favorite oversized sweatshirt, submits to her desires. As Olivia uses her belt to take Mark to new heights of pleasure

**Word Count:**

The entire text has 9,360 characters, including spaces.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This is the first time I post something and English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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The morning light filtered through the curtains of the cozy apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. It was a typical Saturday, and Olivia and Mark had planned a day of relaxation. However, a current of tension simmered beneath the surface, born not of conflict but of anticipation.

Olivia stood in front of the full-length mirror, her olive-toned skin glowing in the sunlight. She adjusted the strap, ensuring it was secure and comfortable. Her dark, curly hair framed her face, highlighting her striking features and confident presence. The sight of her powerful form contrasted sharply with the image of her boyfriend, Mark, who was sitting on the bed, his eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He was dressed in his favorite oversized hoodie, the fabric swallowing his slim body and accentuating his innocent, boyish charm.

"How are you feeling, darling?" Olivia's voice was a blend of sweetness and authority, making Mark shiver with anticipation.

"Pretty," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. The hoodie always made him feel even more adorable, a stark contrast to the dominant energy Olivia exuded. "And a little nervous."

Olivia approached him with slow, deliberate steps, her hips swaying confidently. She placed a hand under his chin, lifting his face so their eyes met. "You're always cute, Mark. But today I want to see how well you handle my criticism. Think you can manage that?"

He nodded, his breathing quickening. "Yes, ma'am."

A smile curved at the corners of Olivia's lips. She gently pushed him, guiding him to lie down on the bed. "Good boy. Now let's see if you can be a good listener too."

She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Her weight pinned him down, making him feel deliciously trapped. Olivia's fingers traced patterns on his chest, causing shivers to ripple through his body.

"You look so lovely in your hoodie, Mark," she murmured, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "But I bet you'd be even more beautiful if you stopped doubting yourself so much."

He squirmed beneath her, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I'm trying, ma'am. I really am."

Olivia laughed, a low, sensual sound. "I know you are, darling. But trying isn't enough today. I want you to believe it. I want you to show me how much you crave my approval."

With that, she positioned herself, the strap-on pressing against his entrance. She watched his face intently, noting every flicker of emotion: fear, desire, and a yearning to please her.

"Take a deep breath, darling," she instructed, her voice softening for a moment. "And remember, you're doing this for me."

Mark nodded, inhaling deeply. As he exhaled, Olivia began to push inside him, slow and firm. The sensation was intense, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan.

"That's it," she murmured, leaning down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. "You're doing so well. But I need you to do better."

She began to move, each thrust deliberate and controlled. Mark's hands gripped the sheets, his body trembling with the effort to maintain his composure. Olivia's words washed over him, a mix of praise and criticism that left him dizzy.

"Such a good boy," she murmured. "But you can take more, can't you? You can be stronger for me."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped, his voice shaky. "I can take more."

Olivia's pace quickened, her thrusts becoming more demanding. She watched with satisfaction as Mark's determination wavered, his moans growing louder, more desperate.

As Olivia's movements became more intense, she leaned over Mark, whispering sweetly yet firmly into his ear. Her strap-on pressed deeply into his ass, each thrust calculated and precise. Mark's slender frame trembled beneath her, his body overwhelmed with a mix of pleasure and pain.

"You're so beautiful like this," she whispered, her tone both loving and authoritative. "So open, so vulnerable. Do you see now? This is your place, beneath me, taking everything I give you."

Mark's eyes closed, his entire being focused on the pleasure and pain, the sweet mix of submission and desire. "I belong to you, ma'am," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

"You're taking me so well, darling," Olivia murmured, her voice a mix of affection and dominance. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you?"

Mark's breath hitched, his fingers clenching the sheets tightly. "Yes, ma'am," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I feel it."

Olivia's pace quickened, her thrusts becoming more demanding. She watched with satisfaction as Mark's moans grew louder, more desperate. She could see the evidence of his arousal, his cock twitching with need.

"You're such a good boy," she praised, her tone both loving and commanding. "Now, I want you to come for me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Olivia pushed Mark over the edge. His body arched, a cry tearing from his throat as he climaxed, his cock pulsing and releasing his cum onto the sheets. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving him trembling and breathless.

Olivia slowed her movements, riding out the waves of his pleasure until he was spent, shaking beneath her. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

"You did so well, my sweet boy," she whispered, her voice filled with pride and affection. "I'm so proud of you."

Mark smiled, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and contentment. "Thank you, ma'am."

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow. Olivia eventually eased off him, removing the strap-on and lying beside him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.

"You were perfect," she murmured, kissing his temple. "Always so perfect for me."

Mark snuggled into her embrace, feeling safe and cherished. "I love you, Olivia."

"I love you too, Mark," she replied softly. "Now rest, my cute little hoodie boy. You've earned it."

Mark lay on the bed, a contented smile playing on his lips as he nestled closer to Olivia. The warmth of their recent encounter lingered in the air, and he felt a deep sense of peace and fulfillment. He reached out, tracing a finger along Olivia's side, appreciating the curves and strength that made her so captivating.

"You were amazing, Olivia," he murmured, his voice soft with affection. "But I've got to ask... where did you get that belt from?"

Olivia chuckled, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement. She brushed a curl of her dark hair away from her face and looked down at Mark, her expression both tender and playful. "I thought you'd never ask."

She reached for the belt, still fastened around her waist, and gave it a playful tug. "This beauty? I got it from a little boutique downtown. When I saw it, I knew it would be perfect for us."

Mark's eyes widened with appreciation. "You have such good taste, Olivia."

Olivia smiled, a mix of pride and affection in her expression. "I knew it would be just right for us, Mark. Something strong and beautiful, just like our relationship."

She leaned down, drawing Mark closer, wrapping her arms around him. He nestled into her embrace, feeling her heartbeat steady and strong against his cheek. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and he felt a surge of gratitude for their bond.

"Thank you for always knowing what I need," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

Olivia kissed the top of his head, her lips warm and soft against his skin. "And thank you for trusting me, Mark. For letting me lead and for being such a good boy. Now, how about we make some breakfast and then maybe we can explore a bit more with our new toy?"

Mark's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect. "I'd like that, Mistress."

With a shared laugh, they disentangled themselves and made their way to the kitchen.

Forever and always.

I hope you liked it, leave your comments here ☺️

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phattyboo90 · 1 year

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Hear me out... Imagine if mark was in MAW imagine how hot he would have looked,how sexy he'd sound imagine the bedroom lustful eyes he would have given 🤤🤤🤤🤤

#mark lee #mark hard hours #ambw kpop #mark does things to me #morning ramble about mark lee lol #Should have made a remix or something 😂

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andysorbit · 10 months

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Playdate (M)

non idol!Mark x fem!reader

genre: smut, romance?

warnings: sex in a semi-public space, unprotected sex, daddy kink, slight strength kink, dirty talk, choking, oral sex (fem receiving)

author's note: @brownsugarbaybee a gift for you on Mark's born day :,)

word count: a lot baby I dunno

You knew it was the onset of a very calculated attack the second Mark asked you to put on the summer dress loved to see you in so much. The sage green button down sundress. It was a very simple dress but it was stunning.

So stunning that he had literally ripped it off of you the first day you wore it. This caused him to go back to the store he originally bought it from and purchase six more.

To say he was obsessed was an understatement. He started buying you dresses in that exact style in all kinds of colors and prints but that dress had a bind on him.

He had planned a picnic for the day. After you both prepared everything and packed it in a basket along with drinks and a blanket, you got ready.

After ruining two of those dresses, he bought a few more online.

"Okay, we are ready to jet," Mark said softly. He had bent over to help you buckle the straps of your shoes because he was just that boyfriend. He stood up and looked you over.

His eyes fixed on you in a longing gaze and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Mark, can we get out the damn door this time?" You asked with an amused smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course we can. I'm good. We can go," he rambled. He thought he was playing it cool but the longing look in his eyes gave him away.

It always did.

The drive was short and sweet and after parking, you both made your way to an out-of-the-way clearing in the woods that Mark had found a little ways out beyond the trees and brush.

"We made it!" You cheer. Mark sat the basket down and went about spreading out the blanket and setting up a citronella dispenser to keep the bugs away. Once everything was just right, you both sat down.

You chatted as you ate and Mark popped open a bottle of wine. It was comfortable and the weather was perfect.

After finishing your lunch, Mark was obviously ready to have you and his eyes danced over you with excitement and need.

"You look so pretty," he hummed as he pulled you into his lap. His throbbing cock immediately found your warmth as you involuntarily rutted against him. The thin material of your panties along with the coarseness of his pants were both too much and not enough.

"Mark Lee, don't you tear my dress open again," You gasped as his hands firmly held your hips.

"I won't do that again... Promise. I just need you, baby. You're so pretty and you know I can't help myself when you're wearing that damn dress," he leaned in to press a hungry kiss to your lips.

"Mark, what if someone sees us?" You asked reluctantly as you rocked a little faster against him.

"Nobody knows about this spot... it's all ours. I just need you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?" he whispered as he unbuttoned the first five buttons of your dress. A smile spread across his lips as he eyed your sheer front closure bra, "My favorite dress and my favorite bra... I have you trained, kitten?"

You nodded and wriggled impatiently.

His hands dragged up your thighs to bunch the dress up around your waist and he groaned at your matching panties, "God, you're so fucking perfect."

You sighed as he moved your hips back and forth over the bulge in his pants, "Daddy," You groan.

"That's it baby. You feel that? You did that to me," he sighed as he bucked his hips, "You always do this to me."

You took his face in your hands and kissed him slowly as his hands traveled up your waist to cup your breasts. His thumbs traced over your nipples and he smirked as you took in a sharp breath.

"You like how I touch you?" he asked slowly. You nodded eagerly and pushed your chest out a bit more; your eagerness pulling a laugh from his kiss-swollen lips as he continued toying with your perked buds.

"Raise up, baby," he said softly and you followed his orders; raising up to give him space and in what felt like a split second, Mark had ripped one side of your panties off then the other, rendering the garment completely destroyed.

"Mark!" You hissed.

"You were worried about the dress. You never said anything about these," he whispered as he shoved them into your mouth, "They're still useful. See? They can help keep you quiet."

You huffed and he quickly unfastened his pants before pulling the panties out of your mouth, "I'm only kidding, sweetheart. I gotta hear you at least a little bit."

And so it began.

He pulled you down to sink onto his dick, "Yeah, baby... God, this pussy is so fucking good," he sighed; he squeezed your hips harshly. Not giving yourself any time to adjust to him, you rode him frantically and his eyes stayed fix on yours.

"Daddy, hurts... hurts- fuck," You sighed as he stretched you just right.

"You like it? Huh? You like how it hurts, baby? You like how I barely fit in that tight little pussy?" Mark grunted.

You whined as you caught his lips against yours. He moaned into your mouth before turning you both over and his lips never left yours as your back hit the earth beneath you.

"You love taking this dick, baby? Huh? You love how good I make you feel?"

Mark slammed into you over and over as his mouth covered yours to swallow each cry and moan.

"I love it, daddy... I love your dick... faster... please, I need more," You pleaded.

Mark ceased his quick and sharp thrusts and pulled out for a moment then eased back into you slowly. His newfound long, slow, and deep stroke sent you into a frenzy.

"Take it... take it like a good little girl. That's daddy's girl. Fuck, baby... fuck I'm gonna cum, baby. I-" Mark groaned as his hips stuttered and he released inside you with a soft moan.

He pulled out of you and nestled between your thighs with a soft hum, "Look at this pretty pussy all wet and slicked up for me," he spread your folds and pressed a soft kiss to your clit, "Been dying to eat you out all day."

He licked and sucked at your wetness with a fervent pace; humming as he did, you writhed against the sensation.

When his tongue dipped inside you, he hummed again and your body came alive.

You gasped and cried out, "Fuck! Daddy, yes!" Mark raised up to look at you, "Too loud, kitty, be quiet," he chided. You raised up on your elbows to watch him. His eyes met yours as he kept going; softly dragging his tongue back and forth over your clit.

"Mark," You pleaded, "Please, I need it. I'm so close."

He chuckled when you brought your hands down to grasp his locks.

As you felt yourself getting closer, Mark sped up and hummed a little louder.

"Daddy, yeah... love feeling your tongue on my pussy," You whined as you squeezed your thighs around his head.

Mark stopped and pulled away causing you to sob in disappointment, "Told you to be quiet, didn't I?" he asked softly as he sat up and rolled you onto your stomach.

He closed off your breathing for a moment, "You gonna shut up? Huh?"

"Sorry... I just um... I'm sorry," You whimpered. After pulling you up into the kneeling position, he pressed your back to his torso and reached around to circle one hand around your neck and the other eased down to stroke your clit, "I'll put those panties back in your mouth. Keep it down, baby."

"O-okay," You whimpered a little too loudly.

You nodded and your head fell back against his shoulder, "Daddy," You croaked softly.

You came with shudder and your body went limp. Mark let your dress cover your lower half and you both slumped down on the blanket.

The warm summer air glided over your bodies as you caught your breaths.

"I love you, Y/n," Mark whispered against your lips.

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