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[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove me a loser — ꒰ mark lee ꒱. [bf hcs] ㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

loser-bf!mark & fem!reader

〃syn: so innocent, so sweet, he's like a lamb except when you know how to push him ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: smut [mdni] , all lower case , clit play , fingering , shy-mark , turns bit bold tho , he has a boner while doing the business for you , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

loser-bf!mark who talks to you as if you’re the most precious being ever discovered on earth. and to him? you absolutely are. his tone goes warm, gentle, silky. his words are being careful and meaningful.

loser-bf!mark who actually stutters. like full-on blabbering. yes, he’s soft. but the second you’re just an ounce more affectionate? his brain stops forming sentences in an understandable way.

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t touch you. well, not until you give permission of course. he’s a loser but also a gentleman with his whole damn heart. and he’d rather not touch you than be it in a way that’s even a bit uncomfortable for you. he keeps his hands off.

loser-bf!mark who won’t manipulate. he can’t. not like in a way he doesn’t know, he can’t do that to you. you’re precious, you’re everything. guilt tripping? feeling bad even if it’s not intentional. if he knows you’re sad or hurt by him, his poor little soul crumbles into actual pieces. what’s his purpose if not making you smile and giggling beside him?

loser-bf!mark who isn’t an actual loser outside the relationship. he’s just, well, quiet. he doesn’t turn a lot of heads by keeping himself low. he’s still funny and jokes around, but around you? he can’t keep off the flush from his face, his heartbeat quickens the second you lock eyes and he’s snapping his head away like he got caught doing something bad.

loser-bf!mark who at first, tapped his pinky on your skin repeatedly, hoping you’ll take the hint -and when you did, he just froze- and you were like. isn’t this what you wanted? a small, dumb nod and you just squeezed your hand tighter.

loser-bf!mark who gets so easily turned on, the first time a soft laugh slipped from you. he’s so cute, isn’t he? god bless him, he gives such an easy job to have his needs fulfilled by you. but once he’s in the mood, you can’t claw him off.

loser-bf!mark who has an addiction to your taste and smell. some might think he’s a dog. which in reality, isn’t far from the truth. he bites, licks, sucks. and not only your skin. he’s insatiable and feral.

loser-bf!mark who’s intimidated by a pussy. his lips tremble just a bit but are still visible. eyes darting everywhere. wow, we have such nice weather! oh, i didn’t even notice that your plant already grew this much! and that picture behind you, barely visible on the shelf? don’t even ask- he just can’t. lock. eyes. with. it. it looks so soft, pretty pink flushed color, and your smell doesn’t help either. but wait! not in a bad way- it’s just so uniquely you, sweet, curling around him like faint smoke.

loser-bf!mark who first dips his index finger through your slick folds, hands bit shaky. it’s okay, he’ll get there eventually.

loser-bf!mark who gulps down the biggest lump in his throat as his digit bumps into your swelled up clit, instantly making you twitch and buck your hips up. cute tip leaning a shameful, dark spot on the front of his sweats -which he doesn’t even notice until you either stifle a giggle or laugh, looking at it directly, and that’s when he realizes his problem too.

loser-bf!mark who had control -somewhat- over the situation so far, until now. burning shame settled in his gut, hand almost retreat when yours shot out to take grip on his wrist, halting his movements. poor boy thinks your find it pitiful, disgusting, even. like, please, who ruins their clothes in the first five minutes of getting to do your girlfriend for the first time? does this make him look like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing?

loser-bf!mark who’s apologizing, you have to hush down, encouragement is needed to guide him further. he’ll mess up. he’s now very aware of his hard-on. and aware of the fact that you’re aware of it too. what if you expected more from him? and if he ends up not making you climax, especially in the way you imagined?

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t say a word, but you see into his soul, eyes now uncertain. should he continue? no? and still hesitates even when you finally mutter out the quiet, “it’s okay. i want you to continue.”

loser-bf!mark who still just circles around your throbbing clit gingerly, tip of finger occasionally dipping in your cunt, just to explore. and is totally blind to the silent plea of your hips raising toward him.

loser-bf!mark who when finally eases one finger in, takes your whimpering and whining as a stop, so far until you beg for more.

loser-bf!mark, now with his middle and ring finger nestled in your clutching head, the pads prob against your walls a few times, hopelessly searching for that sweet spot that supposedly hid in you.

loser-bf!mark, who after finding it, instantly starts ramming his fingers, hitting it harshly over and over again and poor him gets surprised the moment you stop him, wincing in discomfort and clutching his wrist to a stop.

loser-bf!mark who follows your instructions when told not to chase that orgasm like it's a running away deer, grind his fingers, stretch and tease. and the smart boy he is, he does exactly that. when seeing your tensed up muscles melt and relax, courage pooling up and starts to take over his moves again.

loser-bf!mark, who when making you come, by his own hand, feels euphoric and smug deep inside, while the little shaking in your thighs says he did a good job.

[doietopia]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ messy eater haechan

he’s always been like this: messy. greedy. the kind of man who can’t eat slowly, who gets sauce on his lips and never wipes it off, who licks his fingers instead of using a napkin. you should have known it would translate to this.

because now, with your thighs trembling around his shoulders and his mouth buried between them. the taste of you is something he’s been craving for weeks and now that he’s had a drop, he can’t stop. his hands are firm on your hips, anchoring you to the edge of the bed, afraid you’ll slip away. and maybe you would, if you had the strength. if your body weren’t already unraveling under his mouth.

haechan moans into you, sharp and breathy as it’s him being touched. he whines when you twitch, when your breath catches, when your hand tangles in his hair. his mouth works without rhythm and hesitation, sometimes slow and indulgent, then suddenly fast, desperate, because he just can’t decide whether to savor you or devour you whole.

you look at him, and fuck… he’s gorgeous, even like this. maybe especially like this.

his lips are flushed, glistening, swollen from how long he’s been down there. his hair clings to his forehead, damp with sweat. brows drawn tight with a tension thick with focus and hunger. his jawline, usually so soft and clean, is now slick wet with your arousal and his spit, smeared across his chin, catching the light at the corners of his mouth. you see it trailing down his throat, glinting in the hollow there.

his tongue slides lower. a thick, wet stroke right into your cunt, and your whole body jolts. your spine arches off the bed, hands flying to the sheets, to his hair, to anything that might tether you to yourself. he groans against you, the sound reverberating through your skin like a low hum. it’s filthy. perfect.

his nose bumps your clit, teasing, nudging with a kind of casual precision that feels anything but accidental. the pressure is soft, rhythmic. warm from his breath. he pushes deeper, tongue fucking into you, not just a flick, or a taste, but deep, wet thrusts that make your hips grind into his face before you even realize. he drags back up, licks through your folds, flattens his tongue under your clit only to dip back inside, messier this time. and the slick sound of it, of you, fills the air, so obscene it borders on holy.

he shifts. nose pressing to your clit again, this time with purpose, this time harder, while his tongue stays buried inside your hole. your thighs tighten around his head. you try to push him away, quivering hands on his head, thighs clamping shut, too sensitive, too much, you whisper. but he only groans and his grip hardens, prying you open again, like he’s offended you’d even try to leave. 

he presses his tongue back in, slow this time, dragging it up through your slick, flicking over your clit with obscene ease. he licks like he’s cleaning a plate, unwilling to leave a single drop behind. one hand slips beneath your thigh to tilt your hips, the other splays over your stomach, pinning you there, holding you down as he already knows what’s coming. and when he adds his fingers, two of them, you cry out. he curls them inside you, unerringly, hitting that spot inside you that makes your legs jerk. without pause, he sucks your clit into his mouth and doesn’t let go, not until it’s pulsing against his tongue. 

his pace doesn’t slow, not when your thighs quake, not when your hands claw at the sheets, not when your body arches off the bed in one long, trembling line. he stays, mouth open, tongue heavy, lips smeared with everything you’ve given him. 

when he finally pulls back, after making you come three times in a row, he’s panting. his face is wrecked, cheeks flushed, chin wet, eyes glazed. totally drunk on you. a line of spit still connects his mouth to your cunt, and when he wipes it with the back of his hand, it only smears across his cheek.

you look at him, legs still shaking, breath shallow, and he just smiles.

a crooked, fucked-out smile, like he’s proud of the wreckage he’s made. but he doesn’t look satisfied. no. not even close. he watches you as if you owe him more, and he’s ready to dive back in just to feel you dripping down his chin again.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ BEDROOM FOR GOOD GIRLS ONLY — lee donghyuck

exhibitionist-bf!haechan & fem!readerㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 492 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:the second this menace pulled the curtains aside just to slip in beside you, saying he just wants to see the clothes freshly pulled on you, there was more behind that already not so innocent statement and you felt it, but did you resist? absolutely no.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:smut [mdni] , [public] fingering , dirty talk , slight degrading , pet names , squirting , getting caught , not proofread , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤ”so, so dumb for me, right, pretty? no thoughts, only my fingers, hm?” he cooed, the gentle facade fitting perfectly on him against the harsh tug on your throbbing clit, making your jolt up against the thin wall behind you. the curtain so often lifted with every single move outside by passersby, the faint rustling of his hands under your clothes not contained at all.

he let out a feigned gasp in surprise.

“careful, baby, don’t bump your head now..” the feigned care in his tone made you want to yell or even kick him, was through the roof.

how could he stay so calm, so silent, so composed, — so put together, while you were here, your juices drenching up your pushed aside panties, hot trickling down your thighs, and even wetting up the floor underneath you.

“stop— stop— they’re gonna hear—” squeezing your eyes shut with a silent moan slipping past your wobbling lips, the grin curling at the corner of his mouth while making a faint, sneering scoff, like it wasn’t his fault.

like all of this wasn’t his idea.

saying you’ll go out shopping, and the generous boyfriend he is, he helps you pick whatever really suits you.

except you should’ve known that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong eventually, after all, we’re talking about lee haechan.

“calm down, baby, you really wanna soak everything around you now?” the question mocked you, while two of his digits ruthlessly pumped in and out continuously, the small, sensitive spot abused over and over again.

your body jerked up with every prodding, your stomach twisting into another type of warmth, the coil tight and threatening to snap at any moment.

“h—hyuck— i think— wait i—” unintelligible babbles mixed with your strained moans before you finally exploded over his hand with a hot gush of wetness spraying out and dirty everything—mostly him and splashing to the ground.

a low, satisfied growl vibrated deep within his chest, eyes sternly fixated on his own little messy fountain; you. fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch, continuously landing gentle yet firm smack over your pussy as you trembled through you orgasm, still very much in a changing booth.

ears ringing, chest rising in uneven breaths, eyes half lidded from pleasure as haechan, hands already fixing your clothing hastily, muttering things about “being loud” and “staying inside too long” and “being caught,” which your foggy brain couldn’t even comprehend as sentences at the moment.

few moments later, you found yourself under the store’s white, blinding light yet again, but with crumpled up clothes, out of breath, and an uncomfortable state hiding under your panties.

the individual rushing in front of you and dragging you by your wrist decided you do not require new tops. a thorough pounding, actually.

and the lady you two bolt by, with their eyebrows sitting close, confused, lips in a thin line, probably — absolutely knew what happened.

[doucious-deactivated20260417]

ㅤㅤ𝗘𝗬𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬ㅤ﹐ㅤ𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀

ㅤㅤ𝟕𝟕𝟕───you’re really a sight for sore eyes.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄ㅤꕀㅤbusiness man ! jongseong x fem ! readerㅤ ៸៸ ㅤMINORS DO NOT INTERACT ｡⠀age gap ( jay is in his late thirties & reader is in her twenties ) fingering, unprotected sex, he is a little mean ( calls reader a slut one time )ㅤ

˘ᗜ˘ㅤgoodness gracious whatever this is .. enjoy i guess i forgot what was even happening at some point

crisp suits, slicked back hair, money talks and elite deals— jay was all about business, and you— his business partner’s pretty daughter doing her internship at her dad’s own company.

he needs to stop, you’re way younger, even though it never stopped him from fantasising about fucking you in secrecy, jerking off at the mere thought of pretty moans rolling off your tongue like melodies.

and you’ve been so good, incredibly smart and kind, always eager to learn— doe eyed and curious smiles laced with a silver of pure innocence that makes him want to ruin you.

your father would lose his mind if he knew the things that plague his mind when it comes to you, and jay would lose his life if your dad ever found out how he fucks his pretty little daughter on his own work desk.

“spread your legs, angel,” jay whispers close to your ears, one hand on your hips while the other deep between your legs. there’s a smug grin on his face when you oblige with a whimper, arching off the desk when he slides two fingers inside you. “fuck, ease up, princess. you’re going to snap my fingers,”

your face is burning, not sure if it’s from the pure filth he’s whispering in your ears or the way his fingers pump in and out of your cunt. his other hand ghosts up your hips and wraps around your tit, finger flicking over your hardened peak.

your eyes squeeze shut, fingers sinking and curling exactly where you’re the most sensitive— he has your sweet spots memorized like clauses of a contract.

his finger teases at the nipple, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb while the other presses against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, drawing pretty little whines from you.

it has always been a blessing to have you around. he had his eyes on you ever since you joined in on the internship.

“j-jay, i’m close—”

“already?” he gasps mockingly, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses up the column of your throat, taking your earlobe between his teeth and tugging slightly. “we’ve barely gotten started,”

you’re lucky you both clocked in earlier than most of the staff or else, they might hear every mewl and whimper you let out as his fingers pump into you faster, at an unforgiving pace.

“i’m— fuck—”

he increases his pace, groaning in the crook of your neck at how you clench around his digits as they brush against your walls.

you feel the ache building up between your legs, almost there, until he pulls out completely. “yeah, baby, you were saying something?”

he’s mean and cocky about it— fucking his associate’s daughter on his own work desk to the point you’re nothing but a wanton mess, babbling air pleas at the loss of contact.

“please,” you mutter, lips quivering, pressing your thighs together— anything to relieve the ache between your legs.

and he’s absolutely cruel, chucking and pushing your thighs open with his knees just enough to brush above your wet cunt, and nothing more. “didn’t quite get that,”

you might just die even before getting dicked down.

“feels so good— need more, jay, please,”

he feels himself getting harder at how you sound, incredibly sweet with those doe eyes glistening with need.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back just enough to see your pretty face. “yeah? want me to fuck you? fill you up right here? on your father’s desk?” he clicks his tongue. “pretty shameful, don’t you think?”

no one can know about you and jay, you don’t think you can sit in this room with your father without thinking about this moment.

it’s disgusting— shameful, even, he’s far too old for you. however, it feels perfect, every thrust, every moan, every kiss, every drag of his finger over your clit— it’s heaven and hell at the same time.

it might need to stop, hell, no might, this must stop. but for today, you are down to commit yet another sin.

“y-yes, here,” you whisper, almost choking on your own words. “right here, please. need you so bad,”

that, evidently, is all it takes— one second you’re begging for him and the next, he has you bent all the way over the desk, hands fumbling with his belt quickly before he tugs his pants down.

“shit— if that’s what you want, sweetheart,” he grins sickeningly, cock pressing up against your thigh. “who am i to refuse?”

your dad would lose his fucking mind if he knows about this and as sick as it sounds, the sheer thought of him knowing makes jay want to fuck you dumb and senseless.

you feel him bumb against your clit, making you gasp as he drags his cock between your folds, making your knees buckle at the mere sensation.

“you’re so wet,” he coos, grinning wide as he pushes into you, nice and slow, deep, stretching you out completely. “bet you’re gonna take me like a good girl as always, hm?”

no response.

you can’t speak, barely think if he wasn’t pounding his length into you like a man deprived of pleasure for weeks. the wet sound of his cock fucking into you rings in your ears mingled with deep groans that mix with yours in the office.

“is this what you wanted, hm? for me to fuck you on your father’s desk?” he mumbles low and hoarse with hips slamming into you at a relentless pace. his lips curve into a grin when he feels you clench at his words, a sharp slap falling against your ass. “what a— fuck— slut,”

the sting only makes your insides coil more, pushing you closer to the edge. he grabs both your hands, holding them tight behind your back.

“jay— oh— i’m close!”

his hips roll at a sloppy rhythm now, still just hard and deep, almost teetering on the edge at the way your walls clench around his cock.

“shit—‘m close too,” he breathes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding in again. “gonna fill you up, baby. want that, don’t you?”

and god, you might just lose your sanity at his words. it’s trouble, he’s trouble, and if only he wasn’t fucking you so good and making your internship worth attending every single day, you’d be making rational decisions.

but not right now, not when you have his cock buried deep into you, making you see stars. “y-yeah, want you to fill me up, jay— gonna cum, ‘m so close—”

he pushes into you deeper into your cunt if it was even possible and you feel your walls flutter around him as you cum, hard, spasming and squeezing around him that has him whispering profanities in the air.

his hand rests on your back, a deep groan leaving his throat as he cock twitches, filling you up and painting your walls white. he continues to slam into you with choked chants of your name.

it’s quiet after you both finish, except for the laboured pants and heavy breaths. a blazing horn and his head whips towards the window, registering the sight of your father stepping out of the car when his chauffeur opens the door.

he can see the panic settle on your face as you stand up— he almost stifles a laugh at your wobbly legs, helping you find balance and pulling up your panties. “fix yourself, doll, or he’ll know.”

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤ✧ ˚. ㅤᵎᵎㅤㅤSOFTER THAN THE SHEETSㅤ—ㅤyang jungwon ୭

ㅤ২ 𓄼ㅤ⠀ bf!jungwon. — f!reader. ㅤdrabbleㅤ—ㅤ414 wordsㅤ𓂅 𒀭 ㅤㅤcw. ▸ ˖ ˖ ˖ fluff ; skinship ; petnames ; comfort ; sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤthe small, barely even noticeable tremble in your frame didn’t go unnoticed by jungwon, ever so peacefully resting beside you. your limbs tucked in, he was comfortable on his side of the bed, you faced your back towards him.

you weren’t exactly scared, more like uncomfortable, in a certain way.

duvet tugged over your shoulders snugly, every single rumble pulling out another small flinch from your rigid body. the room was swallowed in darkness, the occasional light spilling in through the closed curtains, catching on your edges. the shadows moving outside made your skin rise in goosebumps; it looked like it was living.

when you’re just prepared yourself for the next crash, a firm arm snaked itself around your middle from behind, a solid chest flush to your spine.

“can’t sleep?..” came the groggy-voiced question. the faint tapping of water droplets overpowered his tone, but the way the words brushed against the warm skin of your ear, made your clenched muscles relax into his hold under fragments of seconds.

“y-yeah well- actually- i just- can’t… yes” it sounded terrible, your breath caught. it wasn’t convincing. at all. you knew it.

but he didn’t laugh or make a pun about you and the tremble in your voice. instead, his grip grew in strength, humming knowingly.

“turn around. face me.” it was stern, but not overwhelming. palms guided you by your hip to your other side, barely open eyes getting fixated forward on him now, not the window. at the sky, waiting for the next thunder to hit and feel like it splits the sky in half.

“you don’t need to look at it, focus on me, hm?” your nod as a response was shaky, so he insisted further. “talk, baby.” he murmured, hands brushing messy locks from your face while he stared down at you patiently. not like he saw anything, but the way your mouth parted already with the intention of giving an answer made his chest lighter.

“okay…”

“good, baby.. don’t worry. i’m here. i’ll stay here.” a hand cupped your nape, cheeks now smushed against his sharp collarbones. the soothing woody scent and him filled your senses, calming your mind.

your eyelids grew heavy finally as his grip didn’t ease, unshakable, while writing down small circles on your hips with his thumb. he didn’t speak anymore. the calm rhythm of heartbeat thumping against your skin lulled you back into sleep, his arms like a comforting cocoon around you, intently watching you drift.

[idubiloveu]

bro... 🥀🕷🕸️🖤🦇☠️⛓️

[4sseong]

Would like to bang 10/10, recommended

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤ✧ ˚. ㅤᵎᵎㅤㅤSOFTER THAN THE SHEETSㅤ—ㅤyang jungwon ୭

ㅤ২ 𓄼ㅤ⠀ bf!jungwon. — f!reader. ㅤdrabbleㅤ—ㅤ414 wordsㅤ𓂅 𒀭 ㅤㅤcw. ▸ ˖ ˖ ˖ fluff ; skinship ; petnames ; comfort ; sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤthe small, barely even noticeable tremble in your frame didn’t go unnoticed by jungwon, ever so peacefully resting beside you. your limbs tucked in, he was comfortable on his side of the bed, you faced your back towards him.

you weren’t exactly scared, more like uncomfortable, in a certain way.

duvet tugged over your shoulders snugly, every single rumble pulling out another small flinch from your rigid body. the room was swallowed in darkness, the occasional light spilling in through the closed curtains, catching on your edges. the shadows moving outside made your skin rise in goosebumps; it looked like it was living.

when you’re just prepared yourself for the next crash, a firm arm snaked itself around your middle from behind, a solid chest flush to your spine.

“can’t sleep?..” came the groggy-voiced question. the faint tapping of water droplets overpowered his tone, but the way the words brushed against the warm skin of your ear, made your clenched muscles relax into his hold under fragments of seconds.

“y-yeah well- actually- i just- can’t… yes” it sounded terrible, your breath caught. it wasn’t convincing. at all. you knew it.

but he didn’t laugh or make a pun about you and the tremble in your voice. instead, his grip grew in strength, humming knowingly.

“turn around. face me.” it was stern, but not overwhelming. palms guided you by your hip to your other side, barely open eyes getting fixated forward on him now, not the window. at the sky, waiting for the next thunder to hit and feel like it splits the sky in half.

“you don’t need to look at it, focus on me, hm?” your nod as a response was shaky, so he insisted further. “talk, baby.” he murmured, hands brushing messy locks from your face while he stared down at you patiently. not like he saw anything, but the way your mouth parted already with the intention of giving an answer made his chest lighter.

“okay…”

“good, baby.. don’t worry. i’m here. i’ll stay here.” a hand cupped your nape, cheeks now smushed against his sharp collarbones. the soothing woody scent and him filled your senses, calming your mind.

your eyelids grew heavy finally as his grip didn’t ease, unshakable, while writing down small circles on your hips with his thumb. he didn’t speak anymore. the calm rhythm of heartbeat thumping against your skin lulled you back into sleep, his arms like a comforting cocoon around you, intently watching you drift.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ BEDROOM FOR GOOD GIRLS ONLY — lee donghyuck

exhibitionist-bf!haechan & fem!readerㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 492 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:the second this menace pulled the curtains aside just to slip in beside you, saying he just wants to see the clothes freshly pulled on you, there was more behind that already not so innocent statement and you felt it, but did you resist? absolutely no.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:smut [mdni] , [public] fingering , dirty talk , slight degrading , pet names , squirting , getting caught , not proofread , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤ”so, so dumb for me, right, pretty? no thoughts, only my fingers, hm?” he cooed, the gentle facade fitting perfectly on him against the harsh tug on your throbbing clit, making your jolt up against the thin wall behind you. the curtain so often lifted with every single move outside by passersby, the faint rustling of his hands under your clothes not contained at all.

he let out a feigned gasp in surprise.

“careful, baby, don’t bump your head now..” the feigned care in his tone made you want to yell or even kick him, was through the roof.

how could he stay so calm, so silent, so composed, — so put together, while you were here, your juices drenching up your pushed aside panties, hot trickling down your thighs, and even wetting up the floor underneath you.

“stop— stop— they’re gonna hear—” squeezing your eyes shut with a silent moan slipping past your wobbling lips, the grin curling at the corner of his mouth while making a faint, sneering scoff, like it wasn’t his fault.

like all of this wasn’t his idea.

saying you’ll go out shopping, and the generous boyfriend he is, he helps you pick whatever really suits you.

except you should’ve known that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong eventually, after all, we’re talking about lee haechan.

“calm down, baby, you really wanna soak everything around you now?” the question mocked you, while two of his digits ruthlessly pumped in and out continuously, the small, sensitive spot abused over and over again.

your body jerked up with every prodding, your stomach twisting into another type of warmth, the coil tight and threatening to snap at any moment.

“h—hyuck— i think— wait i—” unintelligible babbles mixed with your strained moans before you finally exploded over his hand with a hot gush of wetness spraying out and dirty everything—mostly him and splashing to the ground.

a low, satisfied growl vibrated deep within his chest, eyes sternly fixated on his own little messy fountain; you. fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch, continuously landing gentle yet firm smack over your pussy as you trembled through you orgasm, still very much in a changing booth.

ears ringing, chest rising in uneven breaths, eyes half lidded from pleasure as haechan, hands already fixing your clothing hastily, muttering things about “being loud” and “staying inside too long” and “being caught,” which your foggy brain couldn’t even comprehend as sentences at the moment.

few moments later, you found yourself under the store’s white, blinding light yet again, but with crumpled up clothes, out of breath, and an uncomfortable state hiding under your panties.

the individual rushing in front of you and dragging you by your wrist decided you do not require new tops. a thorough pounding, actually.

and the lady you two bolt by, with their eyebrows sitting close, confused, lips in a thin line, probably — absolutely knew what happened.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤ✧ ˚. ㅤᵎᵎㅤㅤSOFTER THAN THE SHEETSㅤ—ㅤyang jungwon ୭

ㅤ২ 𓄼ㅤ⠀ bf!jungwon. — f!reader. ㅤdrabbleㅤ—ㅤ414 wordsㅤ𓂅 𒀭 ㅤㅤcw. ▸ ˖ ˖ ˖ fluff ; skinship ; petnames ; comfort ; sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤthe small, barely even noticeable tremble in your frame didn’t go unnoticed by jungwon, ever so peacefully resting beside you. your limbs tucked in, he was comfortable on his side of the bed, you faced your back towards him.

you weren’t exactly scared, more like uncomfortable, in a certain way.

duvet tugged over your shoulders snugly, every single rumble pulling out another small flinch from your rigid body. the room was swallowed in darkness, the occasional light spilling in through the closed curtains, catching on your edges. the shadows moving outside made your skin rise in goosebumps; it looked like it was living.

when you’re just prepared yourself for the next crash, a firm arm snaked itself around your middle from behind, a solid chest flush to your spine.

“can’t sleep?..” came the groggy-voiced question. the faint tapping of water droplets overpowered his tone, but the way the words brushed against the warm skin of your ear, made your clenched muscles relax into his hold under fragments of seconds.

“y-yeah well- actually- i just- can’t… yes” it sounded terrible, your breath caught. it wasn’t convincing. at all. you knew it.

but he didn’t laugh or make a pun about you and the tremble in your voice. instead, his grip grew in strength, humming knowingly.

“turn around. face me.” it was stern, but not overwhelming. palms guided you by your hip to your other side, barely open eyes getting fixated forward on him now, not the window. at the sky, waiting for the next thunder to hit and feel like it splits the sky in half.

“you don’t need to look at it, focus on me, hm?” your nod as a response was shaky, so he insisted further. “talk, baby.” he murmured, hands brushing messy locks from your face while he stared down at you patiently. not like he saw anything, but the way your mouth parted already with the intention of giving an answer made his chest lighter.

“okay…”

“good, baby.. don’t worry. i’m here. i’ll stay here.” a hand cupped your nape, cheeks now smushed against his sharp collarbones. the soothing woody scent and him filled your senses, calming your mind.

your eyelids grew heavy finally as his grip didn’t ease, unshakable, while writing down small circles on your hips with his thumb. he didn’t speak anymore. the calm rhythm of heartbeat thumping against your skin lulled you back into sleep, his arms like a comforting cocoon around you, intently watching you drift.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ BEDROOM FOR GOOD GIRLS ONLY — lee donghyuck

exhibitionist-bf!haechan & fem!readerㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 492 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:the second this menace pulled the curtains aside just to slip in beside you, saying he just wants to see the clothes freshly pulled on you, there was more behind that already not so innocent statement and you felt it, but did you resist? absolutely no.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:smut [mdni] , [public] fingering , dirty talk , slight degrading , pet names , squirting , getting caught , not proofread , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤ”so, so dumb for me, right, pretty? no thoughts, only my fingers, hm?” he cooed, the gentle facade fitting perfectly on him against the harsh tug on your throbbing clit, making your jolt up against the thin wall behind you. the curtain so often lifted with every single move outside by passersby, the faint rustling of his hands under your clothes not contained at all.

he let out a feigned gasp in surprise.

“careful, baby, don’t bump your head now..” the feigned care in his tone made you want to yell or even kick him, was through the roof.

how could he stay so calm, so silent, so composed, — so put together, while you were here, your juices drenching up your pushed aside panties, hot trickling down your thighs, and even wetting up the floor underneath you.

“stop— stop— they’re gonna hear—” squeezing your eyes shut with a silent moan slipping past your wobbling lips, the grin curling at the corner of his mouth while making a faint, sneering scoff, like it wasn’t his fault.

like all of this wasn’t his idea.

saying you’ll go out shopping, and the generous boyfriend he is, he helps you pick whatever really suits you.

except you should’ve known that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong eventually, after all, we’re talking about lee haechan.

“calm down, baby, you really wanna soak everything around you now?” the question mocked you, while two of his digits ruthlessly pumped in and out continuously, the small, sensitive spot abused over and over again.

your body jerked up with every prodding, your stomach twisting into another type of warmth, the coil tight and threatening to snap at any moment.

“h—hyuck— i think— wait i—” unintelligible babbles mixed with your strained moans before you finally exploded over his hand with a hot gush of wetness spraying out and dirty everything—mostly him and splashing to the ground.

a low, satisfied growl vibrated deep within his chest, eyes sternly fixated on his own little messy fountain; you. fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch, continuously landing gentle yet firm smack over your pussy as you trembled through you orgasm, still very much in a changing booth.

ears ringing, chest rising in uneven breaths, eyes half lidded from pleasure as haechan, hands already fixing your clothing hastily, muttering things about “being loud” and “staying inside too long” and “being caught,” which your foggy brain couldn’t even comprehend as sentences at the moment.

few moments later, you found yourself under the store’s white, blinding light yet again, but with crumpled up clothes, out of breath, and an uncomfortable state hiding under your panties.

the individual rushing in front of you and dragging you by your wrist decided you do not require new tops. a thorough pounding, actually.

and the lady you two bolt by, with their eyebrows sitting close, confused, lips in a thin line, probably — absolutely knew what happened.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ BEDROOM FOR GOOD GIRLS ONLY — lee donghyuck

exhibitionist-bf!haechan & fem!readerㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 492 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:the second this menace pulled the curtains aside just to slip in beside you, saying he just wants to see the clothes freshly pulled on you, there was more behind that already not so innocent statement and you felt it, but did you resist? absolutely no.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:smut [mdni] , [public] fingering , dirty talk , slight degrading , pet names , squirting , getting caught , not proofread , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤ”so, so dumb for me, right, pretty? no thoughts, only my fingers, hm?” he cooed, the gentle facade fitting perfectly on him against the harsh tug on your throbbing clit, making your jolt up against the thin wall behind you. the curtain so often lifted with every single move outside by passersby, the faint rustling of his hands under your clothes not contained at all.

he let out a feigned gasp in surprise.

“careful, baby, don’t bump your head now..” the feigned care in his tone made you want to yell or even kick him, was through the roof.

how could he stay so calm, so silent, so composed, — so put together, while you were here, your juices drenching up your pushed aside panties, hot trickling down your thighs, and even wetting up the floor underneath you.

“stop— stop— they’re gonna hear—” squeezing your eyes shut with a silent moan slipping past your wobbling lips, the grin curling at the corner of his mouth while making a faint, sneering scoff, like it wasn’t his fault.

like all of this wasn’t his idea.

saying you’ll go out shopping, and the generous boyfriend he is, he helps you pick whatever really suits you.

except you should’ve known that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong eventually, after all, we’re talking about lee haechan.

“calm down, baby, you really wanna soak everything around you now?” the question mocked you, while two of his digits ruthlessly pumped in and out continuously, the small, sensitive spot abused over and over again.

your body jerked up with every prodding, your stomach twisting into another type of warmth, the coil tight and threatening to snap at any moment.

“h—hyuck— i think— wait i—” unintelligible babbles mixed with your strained moans before you finally exploded over his hand with a hot gush of wetness spraying out and dirty everything—mostly him and splashing to the ground.

a low, satisfied growl vibrated deep within his chest, eyes sternly fixated on his own little messy fountain; you. fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch, continuously landing gentle yet firm smack over your pussy as you trembled through you orgasm, still very much in a changing booth.

ears ringing, chest rising in uneven breaths, eyes half lidded from pleasure as haechan, hands already fixing your clothing hastily, muttering things about “being loud” and “staying inside too long” and “being caught,” which your foggy brain couldn’t even comprehend as sentences at the moment.

few moments later, you found yourself under the store’s white, blinding light yet again, but with crumpled up clothes, out of breath, and an uncomfortable state hiding under your panties.

the individual rushing in front of you and dragging you by your wrist decided you do not require new tops. a thorough pounding, actually.

and the lady you two bolt by, with their eyebrows sitting close, confused, lips in a thin line, probably — absolutely knew what happened.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ BEDROOM FOR GOOD GIRLS ONLY — lee donghyuck

exhibitionist-bf!haechan & fem!readerㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 492 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:the second this menace pulled the curtains aside just to slip in beside you, saying he just wants to see the clothes freshly pulled on you, there was more behind that already not so innocent statement and you felt it, but did you resist? absolutely no.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:smut [mdni] , [public] fingering , dirty talk , slight degrading , pet names , squirting , getting caught , not proofread , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

ㅤ”so, so dumb for me, right, pretty? no thoughts, only my fingers, hm?” he cooed, the gentle facade fitting perfectly on him against the harsh tug on your throbbing clit, making your jolt up against the thin wall behind you. the curtain so often lifted with every single move outside by passersby, the faint rustling of his hands under your clothes not contained at all.

he let out a feigned gasp in surprise.

“careful, baby, don’t bump your head now..” the feigned care in his tone made you want to yell or even kick him, was through the roof.

how could he stay so calm, so silent, so composed, — so put together, while you were here, your juices drenching up your pushed aside panties, hot trickling down your thighs, and even wetting up the floor underneath you.

“stop— stop— they’re gonna hear—” squeezing your eyes shut with a silent moan slipping past your wobbling lips, the grin curling at the corner of his mouth while making a faint, sneering scoff, like it wasn’t his fault.

like all of this wasn’t his idea.

saying you’ll go out shopping, and the generous boyfriend he is, he helps you pick whatever really suits you.

except you should’ve known that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong eventually, after all, we’re talking about lee haechan.

“calm down, baby, you really wanna soak everything around you now?” the question mocked you, while two of his digits ruthlessly pumped in and out continuously, the small, sensitive spot abused over and over again.

your body jerked up with every prodding, your stomach twisting into another type of warmth, the coil tight and threatening to snap at any moment.

“h—hyuck— i think— wait i—” unintelligible babbles mixed with your strained moans before you finally exploded over his hand with a hot gush of wetness spraying out and dirty everything—mostly him and splashing to the ground.

a low, satisfied growl vibrated deep within his chest, eyes sternly fixated on his own little messy fountain; you. fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch, continuously landing gentle yet firm smack over your pussy as you trembled through you orgasm, still very much in a changing booth.

ears ringing, chest rising in uneven breaths, eyes half lidded from pleasure as haechan, hands already fixing your clothing hastily, muttering things about “being loud” and “staying inside too long” and “being caught,” which your foggy brain couldn’t even comprehend as sentences at the moment.

few moments later, you found yourself under the store’s white, blinding light yet again, but with crumpled up clothes, out of breath, and an uncomfortable state hiding under your panties.

the individual rushing in front of you and dragging you by your wrist decided you do not require new tops. a thorough pounding, actually.

and the lady you two bolt by, with their eyebrows sitting close, confused, lips in a thin line, probably — absolutely knew what happened.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ sugarcoated — mark lee ; gentle-bf!mark & fem!reader ㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 342 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:post nut intimacy with him is a dream come true.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:mentions of sex , skinship , kiss , aftercare , not proofread cuz yet again im lazy , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

[💭 . . . 'ra's thoughts] : please PLEASE send me reqs cuz my creativity is dry asf rn also working (will be, havent even started yet) on ANOTHER mark smutshot

“Say ‘ah’—” You feel the cold tapping of something smooth pushed on your lips. “C’mon, babe, open. You need strength.” And the second your eyes crack open, you were met with that familiar boyish smile of Mark.

Barely coming over the dizzy haze he left you in, with a small whine, you part your lips obediently. Your head slumped back over the fluffy pillows while the male pushed the fruit between your pink, bitten lips.

“Bite.” He instructed as if you were a toddler, although you felt like one at the moment, with the way your body felt lifeless. But you did as you were told, and the moment your teeth cut through the thin layer on the outside of the strawberry, the juicy dripped out as the sweet flesh came in contact with your taste buds.

After gulping it down, eyes threatened to fall shut again, but not before soft lips crashed onto yours quickly, tongue swept over them, tasting the sweetness coating them.

Humming in delight, the warm muscle slips into the hot cavern of your mouth, pressing against the roof, tangling with your tongue; saliva drips and mixes together, two anchoring hands on the sides of your face.

Making out with you like his life depends on it, making out with you like he didn’t wreck your world completely a few minutes ago, like he got something to prove.

A surprised whine vibrated against his mouth, two weak from exhaustion hands pushing on his gently, which turned out to have no use currently. Eventually, Mark parts with messy hair, lips smeared over with mixed spit and faint red of the strawberry’s juice, his breathing shallow and yours ragged.

You send a short glare towards him, which he catches with a small smile curling at the edge of his mouth.

“Sorry-” He utters curtly. “Didn’t mean to overwhelm you.” One final peck lands on the side of your flushed cheek, his nose brushing it with a smile on his face, he settles down beside you with strong arms content around.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove me a loser — ꒰ mark lee ꒱. [bf hcs] ㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

loser-bf!mark & fem!reader

〃syn: so innocent, so sweet, he's like a lamb except when you know how to push him ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: smut [mdni] , all lower case , clit play , fingering , shy-mark , turns bit bold tho , he has a boner while doing the business for you , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

loser-bf!mark who talks to you as if you’re the most precious being ever discovered on earth. and to him? you absolutely are. his tone goes warm, gentle, silky. his words are being careful and meaningful.

loser-bf!mark who actually stutters. like full-on blabbering. yes, he’s soft. but the second you’re just an ounce more affectionate? his brain stops forming sentences in an understandable way.

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t touch you. well, not until you give permission of course. he’s a loser but also a gentleman with his whole damn heart. and he’d rather not touch you than be it in a way that’s even a bit uncomfortable for you. he keeps his hands off.

loser-bf!mark who won’t manipulate. he can’t. not like in a way he doesn’t know, he can’t do that to you. you’re precious, you’re everything. guilt tripping? feeling bad even if it’s not intentional. if he knows you’re sad or hurt by him, his poor little soul crumbles into actual pieces. what’s his purpose if not making you smile and giggling beside him?

loser-bf!mark who isn’t an actual loser outside the relationship. he’s just, well, quiet. he doesn’t turn a lot of heads by keeping himself low. he’s still funny and jokes around, but around you? he can’t keep off the flush from his face, his heartbeat quickens the second you lock eyes and he’s snapping his head away like he got caught doing something bad.

loser-bf!mark who at first, tapped his pinky on your skin repeatedly, hoping you’ll take the hint -and when you did, he just froze- and you were like. isn’t this what you wanted? a small, dumb nod and you just squeezed your hand tighter.

loser-bf!mark who gets so easily turned on, the first time a soft laugh slipped from you. he’s so cute, isn’t he? god bless him, he gives such an easy job to have his needs fulfilled by you. but once he’s in the mood, you can’t claw him off.

loser-bf!mark who has an addiction to your taste and smell. some might think he’s a dog. which in reality, isn’t far from the truth. he bites, licks, sucks. and not only your skin. he’s insatiable and feral.

loser-bf!mark who’s intimidated by a pussy. his lips tremble just a bit but are still visible. eyes darting everywhere. wow, we have such nice weather! oh, i didn’t even notice that your plant already grew this much! and that picture behind you, barely visible on the shelf? don’t even ask- he just can’t. lock. eyes. with. it. it looks so soft, pretty pink flushed color, and your smell doesn’t help either. but wait! not in a bad way- it’s just so uniquely you, sweet, curling around him like faint smoke.

loser-bf!mark who first dips his index finger through your slick folds, hands bit shaky. it’s okay, he’ll get there eventually.

loser-bf!mark who gulps down the biggest lump in his throat as his digit bumps into your swelled up clit, instantly making you twitch and buck your hips up. cute tip leaning a shameful, dark spot on the front of his sweats -which he doesn’t even notice until you either stifle a giggle or laugh, looking at it directly, and that’s when he realizes his problem too.

loser-bf!mark who had control -somewhat- over the situation so far, until now. burning shame settled in his gut, hand almost retreat when yours shot out to take grip on his wrist, halting his movements. poor boy thinks your find it pitiful, disgusting, even. like, please, who ruins their clothes in the first five minutes of getting to do your girlfriend for the first time? does this make him look like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing?

loser-bf!mark who’s apologizing, you have to hush down, encouragement is needed to guide him further. he’ll mess up. he’s now very aware of his hard-on. and aware of the fact that you’re aware of it too. what if you expected more from him? and if he ends up not making you climax, especially in the way you imagined?

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t say a word, but you see into his soul, eyes now uncertain. should he continue? no? and still hesitates even when you finally mutter out the quiet, “it’s okay. i want you to continue.”

loser-bf!mark who still just circles around your throbbing clit gingerly, tip of finger occasionally dipping in your cunt, just to explore. and is totally blind to the silent plea of your hips raising toward him.

loser-bf!mark who when finally eases one finger in, takes your whimpering and whining as a stop, so far until you beg for more.

loser-bf!mark, now with his middle and ring finger nestled in your clutching head, the pads prob against your walls a few times, hopelessly searching for that sweet spot that supposedly hid in you.

loser-bf!mark, who after finding it, instantly starts ramming his fingers, hitting it harshly over and over again and poor him gets surprised the moment you stop him, wincing in discomfort and clutching his wrist to a stop.

loser-bf!mark who follows your instructions when told not to chase that orgasm like it's a running away deer, grind his fingers, stretch and tease. and the smart boy he is, he does exactly that. when seeing your tensed up muscles melt and relax, courage pooling up and starts to take over his moves again.

loser-bf!mark, who when making you come, by his own hand, feels euphoric and smug deep inside, while the little shaking in your thighs says he did a good job.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove me a loser — ꒰ mark lee ꒱. [bf hcs] ㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

loser-bf!mark & fem!reader

〃syn: so innocent, so sweet, he's like a lamb except when you know how to push him ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: smut [mdni] , all lower case , clit play , fingering , shy-mark , turns bit bold tho , he has a boner while doing the business for you , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

loser-bf!mark who talks to you as if you’re the most precious being ever discovered on earth. and to him? you absolutely are. his tone goes warm, gentle, silky. his words are being careful and meaningful.

loser-bf!mark who actually stutters. like full-on blabbering. yes, he’s soft. but the second you’re just an ounce more affectionate? his brain stops forming sentences in an understandable way.

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t touch you. well, not until you give permission of course. he’s a loser but also a gentleman with his whole damn heart. and he’d rather not touch you than be it in a way that’s even a bit uncomfortable for you. he keeps his hands off.

loser-bf!mark who won’t manipulate. he can’t. not like in a way he doesn’t know, he can’t do that to you. you’re precious, you’re everything. guilt tripping? feeling bad even if it’s not intentional. if he knows you’re sad or hurt by him, his poor little soul crumbles into actual pieces. what’s his purpose if not making you smile and giggling beside him?

loser-bf!mark who isn’t an actual loser outside the relationship. he’s just, well, quiet. he doesn’t turn a lot of heads by keeping himself low. he’s still funny and jokes around, but around you? he can’t keep off the flush from his face, his heartbeat quickens the second you lock eyes and he’s snapping his head away like he got caught doing something bad.

loser-bf!mark who at first, tapped his pinky on your skin repeatedly, hoping you’ll take the hint -and when you did, he just froze- and you were like. isn’t this what you wanted? a small, dumb nod and you just squeezed your hand tighter.

loser-bf!mark who gets so easily turned on, the first time a soft laugh slipped from you. he’s so cute, isn’t he? god bless him, he gives such an easy job to have his needs fulfilled by you. but once he’s in the mood, you can’t claw him off.

loser-bf!mark who has an addiction to your taste and smell. some might think he’s a dog. which in reality, isn’t far from the truth. he bites, licks, sucks. and not only your skin. he’s insatiable and feral.

loser-bf!mark who’s intimidated by a pussy. his lips tremble just a bit but are still visible. eyes darting everywhere. wow, we have such nice weather! oh, i didn’t even notice that your plant already grew this much! and that picture behind you, barely visible on the shelf? don’t even ask- he just can’t. lock. eyes. with. it. it looks so soft, pretty pink flushed color, and your smell doesn’t help either. but wait! not in a bad way- it’s just so uniquely you, sweet, curling around him like faint smoke.

loser-bf!mark who first dips his index finger through your slick folds, hands bit shaky. it’s okay, he’ll get there eventually.

loser-bf!mark who gulps down the biggest lump in his throat as his digit bumps into your swelled up clit, instantly making you twitch and buck your hips up. cute tip leaning a shameful, dark spot on the front of his sweats -which he doesn’t even notice until you either stifle a giggle or laugh, looking at it directly, and that’s when he realizes his problem too.

loser-bf!mark who had control -somewhat- over the situation so far, until now. burning shame settled in his gut, hand almost retreat when yours shot out to take grip on his wrist, halting his movements. poor boy thinks your find it pitiful, disgusting, even. like, please, who ruins their clothes in the first five minutes of getting to do your girlfriend for the first time? does this make him look like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing?

loser-bf!mark who’s apologizing, you have to hush down, encouragement is needed to guide him further. he’ll mess up. he’s now very aware of his hard-on. and aware of the fact that you’re aware of it too. what if you expected more from him? and if he ends up not making you climax, especially in the way you imagined?

loser-bf!mark who doesn’t say a word, but you see into his soul, eyes now uncertain. should he continue? no? and still hesitates even when you finally mutter out the quiet, “it’s okay. i want you to continue.”

loser-bf!mark who still just circles around your throbbing clit gingerly, tip of finger occasionally dipping in your cunt, just to explore. and is totally blind to the silent plea of your hips raising toward him.

loser-bf!mark who when finally eases one finger in, takes your whimpering and whining as a stop, so far until you beg for more.

loser-bf!mark, now with his middle and ring finger nestled in your clutching head, the pads prob against your walls a few times, hopelessly searching for that sweet spot that supposedly hid in you.

loser-bf!mark, who after finding it, instantly starts ramming his fingers, hitting it harshly over and over again and poor him gets surprised the moment you stop him, wincing in discomfort and clutching his wrist to a stop.

loser-bf!mark who follows your instructions when told not to chase that orgasm like it's a running away deer, grind his fingers, stretch and tease. and the smart boy he is, he does exactly that. when seeing your tensed up muscles melt and relax, courage pooling up and starts to take over his moves again.

loser-bf!mark, who when making you come, by his own hand, feels euphoric and smug deep inside, while the little shaking in your thighs says he did a good job.

[4sseong]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ sugarcoated — mark lee ; gentle-bf!mark & fem!reader ㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 342 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !

ㅤㅤsyn:post nut intimacy with him is a dream come true.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:mentions of sex , skinship , kiss , aftercare , not proofread cuz yet again im lazy , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes

[💭 . . . 'ra's thoughts] : please PLEASE send me reqs cuz my creativity is dry asf rn also working (will be, havent even started yet) on ANOTHER mark smutshot

“Say ‘ah’—” You feel the cold tapping of something smooth pushed on your lips. “C’mon, babe, open. You need strength.” And the second your eyes crack open, you were met with that familiar boyish smile of Mark.

Barely coming over the dizzy haze he left you in, with a small whine, you part your lips obediently. Your head slumped back over the fluffy pillows while the male pushed the fruit between your pink, bitten lips.

“Bite.” He instructed as if you were a toddler, although you felt like one at the moment, with the way your body felt lifeless. But you did as you were told, and the moment your teeth cut through the thin layer on the outside of the strawberry, the juicy dripped out as the sweet flesh came in contact with your taste buds.

After gulping it down, eyes threatened to fall shut again, but not before soft lips crashed onto yours quickly, tongue swept over them, tasting the sweetness coating them.

Humming in delight, the warm muscle slips into the hot cavern of your mouth, pressing against the roof, tangling with your tongue; saliva drips and mixes together, two anchoring hands on the sides of your face.

Making out with you like his life depends on it, making out with you like he didn’t wreck your world completely a few minutes ago, like he got something to prove.

A surprised whine vibrated against his mouth, two weak from exhaustion hands pushing on his gently, which turned out to have no use currently. Eventually, Mark parts with messy hair, lips smeared over with mixed spit and faint red of the strawberry’s juice, his breathing shallow and yours ragged.

You send a short glare towards him, which he catches with a small smile curling at the edge of his mouth.

“Sorry-” He utters curtly. “Didn’t mean to overwhelm you.” One final peck lands on the side of your flushed cheek, his nose brushing it with a smile on his face, he settles down beside you with strong arms content around.