A/N: So, this chapter is indeed short BUT knowing Mark’s thoughts and feelings is part of the way, and I thought it deserved a chapter alone. I hope you enjoy it :)
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Since that incident on the living room, it is physically impossible for Mark to keep his eyes on Y/N. Lord, he couldn’t face her without feeling a wave of heat rushing through his spine, warming up from his face to his pelvis. He felt as if the image of her, lying half naked on their couch, was printed and attached to the back of his mind – and he couldn’t think of anything to change the situation.
Let us be really honest here. If Mark thought about the situation for a few moments, he would inevitably grow an erection. And he definitely thought a lot on it the past four days.
Was that an overreaction? Of course he had seen naked people before, and not only through porn. I mean, Mark did have a couple of short relationships and a good handful of hookups, so it shouldn’t affect him that much, should it?
He had fixed in his head the idea that seeing Y/N that night was like a curse, going to destroy their friendship little by little. For crying out loud, it was impossible to sit on the couch without losing control of his thoughts, having his mind wandering across such memories that made him blush like a pubescent kid. In addition, he would have to leave to his room, so he could jerk off in peace – although jerking off with his chest heavy of guilt wasn’t peaceful at all.
The boy hated himself for not being able to stop thinking of it. Actually, he felt drowned in absolute despair on the first hours after the first time he masturbated to that.
Once again, it’s not like Mark hadn’t done it before. However, he was used to consciously choose an object to his desire, and not to having his head constantly flooded by his hot roommate.
How was he supposed to get over it? Y/N literally lived with him. If he walked out of his room, Y/N would be watching a movie on the TV, writing an essay on the couch, baking cupcakes on the kitchen or whatever else. And if she wasn’t, traces of her presence would be there. A jacket hanging on a chair, a book on the center table of the living room, a hair band fallen onto the floor, the smell of her shampoo in the bathroom… The only form of running away from those things was moving out of the apartment.
Although guilty due to fantasizing about his friend, Mark was sore from masturbating so much. Every few hours he would become hard, and ignoring it was the same as asking for painfully blue balls.
He still wasn’t able to establish a balanced logic on when to masturbate and when not to. Between blue balls and following the thoughts that betrayed the control of his own mind, that was an easy choice. Was it even reasonable to call that a choice?
Mark believed that everything would just vanish from his head after a few hours, but there he was, muffling his moans by biting the left sleeve of his hoodie as he jerked off, hiding in the bathroom, back resting against the door. If Mark had ever wondered that suppressing his noises would become easier as time went by, he was indeed wrong. Rubbing furiously a part of his body that already claimed for rest only got more painful every other time.
Trying his best to push his mind away from the discomfort, Mark kept moving his closed fist up and down along his throbbing length. He bit and sucked his bottom lip, savoring a bit of the metallic taste of blood that emanated from the already bruised skin.
The dark haired boy felt the warmth spread inside his chest and rising up to his face as his climax approached. He suddenly squirmed and closed his eyes fiercely while hot cum spurted from his cock. Despite his attempt to keep the white sticky substance to drop only onto his hand, it stained his hoodie and the tiles on the bathroom floor. Mark cursed under his breath as he tried to stop panting, grabbing a small piece of toilet paper to clean the mess he had just made.
Becoming used to the weight of the guilt – that he realized he couldn’t run from – he had to avoid letting anything show to Y/N. The sudden increase in the attraction he felt for her (not like he was blinded to it before, more like he didn’t let it get into the way of their friendship), how unable he was to face her without blushing.
Whenever Y/N confronted him about his recently odd behavior, he would brush it off by saying that college was demanding too much from him, suggesting that he took more time to answer to anything Y/N said or asked him as a result of being too tired, and not of having to hold his breath and trying to calm down his heartbeat just for being in the same space as her.
The MV IS OUT!! and I really like their concept. This is like how EXO nailed the football concept and now NCT nailed the Hockey concept!! I am so excited that I have this in my mind…
I hope this is not boring and yeah give Sungchan some more love!
warning : i don’t want to soil the plot, but there’s some kiss..
You bend to untie your skating shoes; you’re done with today’s skating class. The locker is already crowded with the trainee for the next schedule. The ice hockey team from your club is here to play today. They’re the best team in town, NCT U Dinosaur and next week they are playing against Gorillas. You bet it will be an interesting match with the Dinos winning of course, there’s no doubt with that tall new center they have and the super tight bond between the players. It’s like their mind is already connected and they can always pass the puck with ease. You excuse your way to your own locker, well with their padded costumes and tall bodies, you’re struggling to find your way to the locker.
“Excuse me,” you say between each steps and the members are all friendly to you, hey they always meet you because your class is before theirs and so you always see them preparing themselves.
“Oh hey there (y/n),” Mark, your best friend and secret crush, greets you with a quick side hug. He squishes your shoulder and you just laugh nervously obviously surprised and shy from what he did. He’s super friendly with you to the point where you wish he can see you as someone more than a friend. He lets you go when his other friend calls him and you make your way to the end of the locker.
“I see someone is left behind again,” a tall shadow appears on your peripheral views. You sigh, knowing this is once again Sungchan teasing you for your one-sided crush on Mark. Well, you knew Sungchan earlier than you knew Mark, Sungchan once went to the same elementary school as you did, so there’s nothing awkward between the two of you. You got separated but meet one another again in this skating rink. Him as a hockey player, you as a figure skater.
“Shut up, he’s called over.” You try to push the negative thought away.
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A/N: So, I thought this wouldn’t take SO LONG, but seems like translation isn’t such an exciting activity as I thought. Let me know if you find any mistakes :)
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He hadn’t been awake for even half an hour, but Jeno already knew he was screwed. He and his bandmates would have a day packed with comeback-related activities, with no forecast on going back to the dorm in less the sixteen hours.
To increase his misfortune, he wasn’t the only one who chose to wake up earlier and have a greater breakfast than the usual – after all, their others meals would be just snacks, coffee drinks and fast food in waiting rooms or in their van.
Jeno was sitting on the kitchen table still in his pajamas, lazily chewing on a fruit when is boyfriend entered the room, carrying on his face a sleepy expression that matched his own. The younger opened a coy smile as he walked towards Jeno.
By that time, Jaemin was even more attractive than his normal self. His platinum hair blended with the shape of his perfect features, making him look as if he was made of timid rays of sunlight. Just like Jeno, he was still wearing his sleeping clothes – a pair of gray sweatpants hanging onto his hips for dear life, and nothing on his upper body. The imprints of the bedsheets were still visible on his pale skin under the artificial light that engulfed the kitchen.
Jeno returned the sweet smile, shifting his head up to keep gazing at his boyfriend’s face when as he got closer and closer. He closed his eyes waiting for a chaste kiss, inhaling Jaemin’s soft and comfy scent. Besides his expectations, he only felt a warm touch on his right shoulder, making him open his eyes again and release a frustrated whine.
Before his gaze reached his own shoulder, Jeno noticed how Jaemin didn’t even lean in give him a kiss, although his smile was wider and expressed some delight. His hips pended forward and the blond softly took his boyfriend’s jaw between his long fingers, slightly pressing his face and brushing Jeno’s lower lip with his thumb.
The older’s dark brown eyes screamed in confusion. Did he misunderstand anything between him and Jaemin?
Finally, Jaemin leaned and left a peck on Jeno’s lips, standing still for a few seconds.
“Good morning, my love” he murmured as he got away. The large smile went back to his toothpaste flavored lips.
The brown haired boy whispered a quiet “good morning” as well, the mess in his mind showing through his face and voice. He stared at the kitchen wall, trying to reason. On the background, he could listen to Jaemin searching for something on the fridge and coming back to the table. The silence was usual between them, it was ok to not be talking.
It was just when Jaemin stood right in front of him drinking water, letting a fillet of the cold liquid escape his lips, that Jeno got to understand what was going on. His dark eyes followed the string of water that ran across the pale body, his gaze tracing the same path through Jaemin’s naked torso until his erection – which moments ago was pressed against Jeno’s shoulder.
Realizing the shiver that crossed the younger’s body and the involuntary contraction of his ab muscles, Jeno was struck by a mix of feelings. First of all, he began salivating a lot, his mouth watered at the sight. Second, he shivered; his body unwillingly imitated Jaemin’s. Finally, his face heated up, the warm sensation spreading quickly and flowing in his body – especially to his cock.
Over the day, there were various moments where Jaemin noticed (curious, to say the least) his boyfriend carrying a blank expression on his face. Jeno stared at nowhere, his eyesight out of focus and mouth hanging open, as if his jaw weighted a thousand pounds. It seemed to Jaemin that a string of saliva was about to drain from his mouth at any moment.
At first, he thought that maybe Jeno only hadn’t got enough sleep the last night. However, older was already used to having packed schedules and usually wasn’t insecure about his body and image. So Jaemin decided it was best to check on him.
Jeno remained distracted while Jaemin got closer, hence he slightly trembled when Jaemin spoke, holding his breath without realizing.
“Jeno, is everything ok?” He stopped in front of his boyfriend just after the photographer announced they were having a short break. Jaemin brushed the older’s cheek with his right hand. Jeno murmured an assent, nodding positively. “Really? You seem to be spacing out a lot today…”
“Really baby, I’m just distracted, that’s all” he reassured, leaving a soft kiss on Jaemin’s hand before taking it in his hand and intertwining fingers.
Far from being convinced, Jaemin kept an eye on the dark haired boy for the rest of the day. He wanted to make sure that Jeno would eat well and take any chance he could to rest. Strangely, the younger realized an atypical pattern in his boyfriend’s behavior.
During the breaks in which they could eat, Jeno went for a pack of instant noodles and tanghulu (basically, a candy that consists on fruits on a stick, covered in hard caramel), besides the popsicles and candies that he devoured as time passed by – it’s pertinent to emphasize that the last ones were eaten in a much superior quantity than his usual. Jeno used to keep his diet under pretty tight limits, aiming to maintain his body in the physical shape the company imposed and that he even liked to sustain. Nevertheless, in this specific occasion, it was like he needed to have something inside his mouth all of the time, with no intervals.
To the other members, the only impression Jeno showed was tiredness; they read the constant brush of hands on his thighs and legs being squeezed against one another simply as attempts to stay awake.
Except, of course, for the moment when Jaemin perceived him dazing off and stole the lollipop Jeno had in his mouth. Imediately, Jeno felt his ears becoming hot. He swallowed dry, incapable of maintaining eye contact with the boy who just took his candy.
By the end of the day, when all schedules were over and the boys could head back home, Renjun suggested that they had dinner in a new restaurant near the dorm they shared. Jaemin instantly refused, claiming that Jeno was too tired to not go straight to their apartment. The very boy was totally out of the discussion, just watching the view through the van window.
What was left of the ride to the apartment went on in silence. Jaemin spared the older from having to be in a conversation.
Closing the door before himself after both boys had entered the apartment, Jaemin watched as his boyfriend jumped onto the red couch that sat on their living room. The blond boy released a nasal laugh, dropping his backpack on the floor and unbuckling his belt at the same time as he walked towards Jeno. The older sat facing Jaemin, his dark eyes gazing his boyfriend with a pleading shadow.
“You’ve been craving for my dick the whole day, haven’t you?” Jaemin teased, pulling his penis out of his pants and starting to make back and forth movements with his closed fist.
Jeno, now more than any other moment of the day, felt as if he was about to explode, to involuntarily burst into flames. His mouth already hung open again, without his permission or acknowledgment. The dark brown eyes wandered through his boyfriend’s body – wobbling especially between Jaemin’s face and the hardening cock in his hand. Jeno could feel the drool pooling under his tongue, the situation in his own pants becoming more bothersome as his cock twitched inside the layers of cloth.
The older nodded and murmured affirmatively, sticking his tongue out and low while he stared at Jaemin in a silent beg for help. The sight of Jeno sitting there so needy brought the younger’s nerves to the skin, to the point he could feel his boner grow harder by the second the brown haired male kept staring at him.
Releasing a sigh, the blond crossed the distance between the two and lightly rubbed the tip of his cock against his boyfriend’s hot and wet tongue.
In a silent agreement that came since the beginning of the relationship of theirs, Jeno waited for the younger’s avail before engulfing the tumescent member inside his mouth. Jaemin took advantage of that, dragging the head of his penis all along Jeno’s lips in a slow circular move that got both of them sighing.
Incapable of fully tasting the blond, Jeno felt the despair grow inside himself and tears suddenly filled his eyes. His hand reached out to touch Jaemin’s thigh, hoping that the younger would have pity on him. There was already a wet spot on the couch because of the drool that drained from Jeno’s mouth.
Pleased at the older’s reaction, Jaemin realized how Jeno could barely think due to how badly he craved to have the other’s cock in his mouth. Jaemin nodded.
“You can suck it, baby.”
Instantly, Jeno closed his lips around Jaemin’s cock, finally able to taste the blond on his tongue. He felt desperate for this moment since early that morning, so he took everything deep inside his mouth. The head of the blond’s cock hit the back of Jeno’s throat, moaning in an involuntary reaction. He closed his eyes in order to totally concentrate on the cock laying on his tongue, making the tears from moments ago shed down his red flushed cheeks.
Jaemin stared at the scene with full attention, capable to feel his pleasure being built up as Jeno moved his head, mouth and tongue. His fingers automatically rushed to the nape of the older’s neck, intertwining them with the brown hair and using his hand to help with Jeno’s pace.
“Is this what you wanted?” Jaemin asked between moans of complete pleasure and encouragements whispered with his raspy low voice. Jeno muttered around his cock without letting it out his mouth, the sole vibration bringing another moan to Jaemin’s lips.
Now with open eyes, Jeno attentively gazed at his boyfriend’s delighted expression, speeding up the pace of his back and forth motions, sucking the cock vigorously and hollowing his cheeks. Going as deep as he could, Jeno choked against the blond’s groin, so he had to back off in order to regain his breath. A string of salive still connected the brown haired boy’s mouth to Jaemin’s penis.
The blond cupped Jeno’s face in his head, giving him a loving stare.
“You’re so beautiful sucking me off like this, you know that?” he stuck his tongue out and pressed it on his boyfriend’s lips before beginning a wet and slow kiss, tasting himself on the older’s mouth.
He got away with the same look in his eyes – full of care and love –, stroking Jeno’s cheeks as he straightened his body.
“Can I fuck your mouth, baby?”
“Please…” Jeno whispered before swallowing the younger’s cock once again.
Holding the sides of the brown haired’s head, the blond began thrusting his hips quickly against Jeno’s face, moaning at each move. Jeno hollowed his cheeks again and pressed his tongue on the cock, making bubbles of drool collect on the sides of his mouth and go down across his pale chin.
When he felt the taste of Jaemin’s pre-cum on his tongue, Jeno tapped lightly on the younger’s arm, getting him to stop moving. The blond’s expression changed to concern as he moved away and faced Jeno.
“Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?” he soon asked, visibly worried that his actions could have hurt Jeno.
“No, no… It’s just… I want…” he hesitated, timid. “I want you to cum here, not on my mouth” he completed, pointing at his own face. Jaemin grew a dirty smile, happy with his boyfriend’s wish.
“So you want me to make a cum mess on that pretty little face, huh?”
Jeno felt as the floor had been removed from under his feet, opening his mouth for Jaemin to start fucking it again. Fitting the member on the older’s mouth, the blond began moaning even louder with the expectation to the next moments.
“Can you imagine it anyone come back and see us like this… see you like this… swallowing my cock like a popsicle…”
The words had effect on both of them, bringing the younger to his climax. Frenetically, he took his cock out of his boyfriend’s mouth and keep stimulating with his hands. The spontaneous contraction of his glutes made him bend his hips furthermore while he came. The strings of semen fell spread on the older’s beautiful skin.
Jeno watched the other’s climax full of joy and triumph, rubbing his left hand on his own clothed bulge. By the time Jaemin’s orgasm was over, the brown haired boy stuck his tongue to collect the cum near his mouth, feeling the taste even stronger. With his index finger, Jeno gathered some semen that dripped from his chin, taking it into his mouth right away. Jaemin contorted his body with such an erotic scene in front of him, while he himself was still out of breath from climaxing.
The blond bent forward to kiss his boyfriend, purposefully spreading the cum even more on Jeno’s face, but invariably smearing it in his own skin. He made the kiss as dirty and vulgar as possible, rubbing their faces on one another.
When he backed away and stood up again, he pulled Jeno with one hand and grabbed his backpack from the floor with the other. Then he faced the brown haired boy again.
“How about we continue this on the bedroom? I want to help you in another way now.”
Jeno smiled as he followed his boyfriend. Even though he remained rock hard, at least now he could think cleared than at any other moment that day, and he knew exactly what to ask Jaemin in the bedroom.
Summary: You sneak into Yuta’s hotel room for a late night fuck, only to find that his roommate Taeyong is in the next bed. Turns out, Taeyong may not be as asleep as he pretends to be…
Genre: FWB!Yuta, Smut
Word Count: 1.1k
Warning: Sexual Content
Gif: @yuthereal
The best thing about being an interpreter at SM Entertainment is their annual retreat. You’re loving the ocean view, but you’ve been enjoying a… different view a lot more.
Yuta is running on the beach, sweat dripping down his exposed abs, dyed hair flowing wildly in the wind. Ever since you fell into bed together after that one NCT concert, sleeping with Yuta had become a regular thing.
But… it’s been a while since you’ve fucked anyone, and your body is near to bursting with pent up desire. Especially after Yuta “accidentally” spilled water on his T shirt, and had to strip right in front of you.
It’s 2AM, and you’re tiptoeing down the dimly lit hotel corridor towards Yuta’s hotel room. You briefly regret dressing in nothing but a lilac silk slip - but the look on Yuta’s face when he sees you will be worth the shivering.
You slip into his room, which is dark except for the electric glow of moonlight that trickles in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Your eyes widen. In the room is not one, but two double beds. Yuta is sprawled out on his, a thin sheet concealing his body from view.
But in the bed next to him, you spot a shock of pink hair. You curse.
Taeyong.
But now you’re in the mood, nothing can stop you from doing what you want. Or… who you want.
You pace towards Yuta’s bed. You slide your hand under the sheet and run your fingers over the planes of muscle. Yuta, always the light sleeper, stirs at your touch.
When he opens his eyes, his plump lips curl into a smirk.
“Missed me already?” he whispers. Yuta holds the sheet up, inviting you inside.
You slip under the sheet with him and rest your head on his hard chest. You run your hands down his abs, tinkering with his diamond navel piercing.
Yuta squeezes your silk-clothed ass. He presses a kiss to your lips, and chuckles. “Someone’s eager tonight.”
You roll your eyes.
Yuta gazes over at Taeyong, who is still fast asleep. “How are we gonna do this? I don’t think we’ll be able to stay quiet. We shoul-”
You cut Yuta off by palming him through his boxers.
ok but now i want mark as my personal trainer and when he helps me stretch after a session to cool down he’s just got his hands on my hips 🥵 i feel like he’d be so oblivious to what he’s doing but once he realizes the effect he has he gets all cocky - 🌸
omg can u imagine one of those workout sessions where mark would be doing push ups or whatever and you'd be lying on the floor beneath him and everytime he went down he'd give you a kiss....just buff mark being all smiley and giggly for his s/o kdnshxbjsjs yespls
—what a workout; 3.4k
“okay, now bend your knees; it’s all in the knees.” mark guides you, and you oblige, lowering your body into a squat. mark excitedly told you it was ‘bring your significant other to work’ day at the gym, and you were more than eager to join him at his job and cheer him on as the best damn personal trainer you’ve ever seen. you bend over and he moves closer behind you, placing his hands on your upper arms. “you ready, baby?”
“mhm!” you chirp, and he chuckles fondly before you start to lift the bar up and to your shoulders. “oh, my god, i’m doing it!” you squeal excitedly, and you can feel mark smile as you readjust your grip and lift the weight over your head. “oh, my god!” you quickly put the weight down carefully and turn around to wrap your arms around mark’s neck and bring him in for a hug. he winds his arms around your waist and picks you up, twirling you around as you squeal and giggle happily. “i did it!”
“you did it, babe!” mark cheers, and you beam up at him as he sets you down. “i’m so proud of you.”
“thank you,” you say sweetly, and he looks around conspiratorially before leaning down and giving you a short but sweet kiss on the lips. when you part, mark is blushing slightly, and your face is warm in the best way, a smile spreading on your lips. “okay, i’m done!” you say happily, and he bursts into laughter, doubling over as he tries to catch his breath and calm himself down.
“babe. i love you, but...you lifted one weight once and you’re done?” he asks incredulously, still giggling, and you shrug.
“gotta start small, you know?” you say, and he snorts loudly before nodding and stepping closer to you, running his hands up and down your upper arms.
“i get that–i do–but we’re gonna be here for a while, baby, so how about you try and do some reps with something?” he suggests, and you pretend to think before sighing in mock disappointment.
“i guess i can try something else,” you sigh dramatically, and he giggles as he wraps his arms around your waist and looks down at you fondly.
“wanna move on to bench pressing?” mark asks, squeezing you slightly.
“i guess…” you muse petulantly, and mark chuckles before releasing you and offering his hand out for you to take.
“try and sound less excited, please,” he jokes, and you smile brightly before taking his hand and following after him to the bench pressing apparatus. he instructs you to lie down and place your hands on the bar as he adjusts the weight. when he’s done fixing the weight of the bar you’re about to lift, he comes and stands behind you, holding onto the bar as well. “you ready? let me know when you’ve had enough, alright?”
“yes, mark,” you say in a sing-song voice, and he chuckles softly before getting himself into position. “here i go!” you say, pushing up and lifting the weight off of the bars. as you bring it down to your chest, you feel mark holding onto the bar so you don’t drop it on yourself, and smile to yourself at how protective he’s being. “i got it,” you whine, and he raises his eyebrows before relaxing his grip slightly, giving you more weight to hold. you breathe in deeply, your arms shaking slightly as you lift the weight up and bring it back down carefully.
“damn, look at my baby go!” mark says proudly, watching as you start to raise the bar again. “how about you do ten reps for me, starting now? can you do that for me, baby?”
“i’ll do anything for you, markie,” you tease, and he scoffs, his cheeks a light shade of pink.
“simp.” he mumbles under his breath, and your eyes widen as you gasp indignantly.
“how dare you?!” you whisper-shout, and mark bursts into laughter as you huff and pout.
“it’s okay, baby. i’m...a simp…for…” he starts to reply, but his voice trails off as he watches you start to do your reps. something about the way you’re breathing, the way you let out little grunts of effort, has his length twitching feebly in his pants, and he shakes his head to get himself to focus on you.
“mark, if you’re about to say you’re a simp for watermelon, i will leave right now.” you deadpan, and he shakes his head as he laughs.
“no, i was gonna say i’m a simp for you, too, but...i got distracted.” he chuckles and the hint of nervousness behind it makes you cock your head to the side in confusion.
“distracted by what? penny for your thoughts?” you ask innocently, and mark swallows hard, your wide-eyed, curious expression too much for him to handle at the moment. he blushes as he feels desire start to creep up on him, and with your next rep, you let out a soft moan that has him blinking twice, frozen, before he speaks.
“you don’t wanna know what’s in my head right now,” he murmurs in a low voice, and your grip on the bar slips slightly as you’re thrown off-guard by his voice that’s lower than usual and, dare you say, seductive. he’s quick to catch the bar, helping you support it once more, and you blink several times in shock.
“i–” you start, but realize that the sound of his voice has effectively made all the coherent thoughts in your head exit promptly. “you–” you try again, but nothing comes out. looking down at your flustered state, mark can’t help but smirk, letting desire cloud his judgment.
just a little bit.
“yes, baby?” he asks, in that same damn voice, and your face burns as you bite your lip, quickly finishing your reps as you avoid eye contact, sitting up when you’re done and slowly, nervously turning to face him. “something wrong?” he’s teasing you now, and your face burns as you bashfully smile, not wanting to share the thoughts swimming around in your head.
“nothing.” you mumble shyly, and his smirk only widens before he pulls you to your feet.
“you did a good job, baby.” he muses softly, and you smile, some of your nerves dissipating. “you’re always so good for me.” and, with that, your nerves return tenfold, and you immediately avert your gaze once more. “what’s wrong, baby?” he coos sweetly, and you squeak, tucking your chin down as you stare pointedly at the floor. you’re not sure if it’s mark’s comfort from being in his element at his place of work, but he’s radiating confidence, his actions and words getting bolder by the minute. “c’mere,” he murmurs, tugging you closer and turning you around so your back is pressed to his chest. “wanna do some squats?” he suggests in your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe as he speaks, and a shiver runs down your spine, to mark’s amusement.
“okay,” you mumble shyly, and he places his hands on your hips, bringing you flush against his body.
“spread your legs shoulder-width apart, babe.” he guides you, nudging your legs apart with his toned thigh. you obey, and you could swear he groans in your ear. “yeah, that’s it, nice and wide.” he whispers, and you gasp, turning to face him. he raises an eyebrow at your sudden movement, staring at you intently, and you suddenly start to feel exposed, like he’s undressing you with his eyes and taking you right there like you secretly hope he will. “come down,” he instructs, and you sink into a deep squat, your ass jutting out and brushing against the front of his pants, and–oh.
“mark!” you squeal, and he chuckles, pressing a soft, wet kiss to the spot just under your ear before he shushes you gently.
“do you want me to stop?” he asks in your ear, his voice throaty, and you pause before shaking your head as heat rises to your face once more in embarrassment. “that’s what i thought. come on up.” his grip on your hips tightens slightly, fingertips digging into your skin, and you stand up slowly. “back down, baby,” he whispers, and you just barely stifle a whine of desire as you oblige, sinking back down into another squat. “see, the key to a good squat,” mark starts, “is good form. a good squat can make your thighs nice and strong,” he slides his hands down to rest on your thighs before lightly slapping both of them, resulting in a yelp from you that he quickly shushes. “do you want me to teach you or not?”
“i do,” you mumble, and he nods resolutely, nipping at your earlobe just to tease you. you flinch in surprise and turn back to glower at him, only to lock eyes with mark, who is, from your experience knowing him, extremely aroused. his eyes rove over your body, taking in the sight of you hungrily before looking back up into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense. “uh…” you mutter nervously as your thighs start to tremble under the pressure of the squat.
“stay right there, baby.” he coaxes. “you gonna be good for me?”
“yes,” you whimper, and he chuckles, the sound much more mischievous than usual.
“i know you are, baby. you always are,” he breathes in your ear, and your eyes roll back into your head as desire flares in your belly, arousal starting to pool in the seat of your underwear.
“mark, it hurts,” you whine, and he nods, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck, and a shaky moan leaves you as you try to subtly reposition yourself, moving your thighs closer together. immediately, he delivers two quick slaps to your inner thighs, and you spread them again with a whine of protest as his fingers dance up your leg and over to the waistband of your leggings.
“i’ll make you feel better,” he assures you, lust lacing his every word. “just hold on for ten more seconds; can you do that for me?”
“yeah,” you breathe shakily, and he sucks in a sharp breath before proceeding to nibble at a spot on your neck that has you lolling your head back onto his shoulder.
“are you giving up on me, baby?” he asks with an audible pout, and you frown deeply.
“you said ten seconds,” you complain, and he nods before trailing his tongue up from your collarbone to your jaw, biting down on your skin so hard that you wince, the pain mixing with pleasure.
“just keep going until i say stop.” he instructs, and you whine in frustration as his hands slip into your leggings and you gasp loudly, clapping a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound. “baby, do you want us to get caught?”
“no!” you say a bit too quickly, and mark pauses behind you. you groan quietly in defeat as he starts to laugh, his chest vibrating against your back.
“i don’t believe you,” he teases in a sing-song voice, and his fingers slip right into your underwear, immediately finding your clit and tweaking it softly. “i think you want someone to come into this weight room and see you pressed up against me like the needy girl you are.”
“i–what?! you came onto me!” you splutter indignantly, and he scoffs, fingers starting to rub circles around your clit, and you shudder in relief, your knees almost buckling.
“i may have started touching you first, but you turned me on first. with your little moans and breathing–looking up at me with those pretty eyes of yours–you really thought i wasn’t going to get turned on by that?” he murmurs insistently in your ear, and your breath hitches as he presses his fingers into you harder, the circles getting quicker and more persistent as he plays you like a fiddle, sucking at a spot on your neck and letting his free hand move up your body to cup your breast, squeezing it firmly. you suck in a deep breath and he smirks, chuckling mischievously against your skin.
at this point, you’re so close to your climax that the pain in your thighs is almost unnoticed by you, a mere niggling sensation in the back of your head as mark teases you and touches you and tips you over the edge, your climax so satisfying that your muscles momentarily turn to jelly, your knees buckling for real this time as you stumble. mark catches you quickly and helps you stand back up, his fingers refocusing on your clit and prolonging your climax for as long as he can.
“mark,” you whine pleadingly, and he kisses your temple, fingers gradually slowing to a stop before he pulls his fingers out, and your face heats up in shame as you realize that his fingers are covered in your arousal, glistening in the harsh lighting of the gym. “wipe it off before someone comes in and sees,” you hiss frantically, reaching for his wrist, but he’s quicker, immediately popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking. you stop short, eyes wide as your jaw drops, and he stares you down intently as he licks his fingers clean. “mark,” you whisper in shock, and he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, smiling down at you.
“yes, baby?” he drags out the last word, eyes glinting with mischief and unbridled lust as he looks into your eyes.
“you just–! right–! in pub–!” you stutter out, completely unable to finish your sentences, and his eyes twinkle with mirth as he steps closer to you.
“you seem jumpy, baby.” he pouts in fake sympathy, and you frown petulantly. “how about we switch and you can help me work out; okay?” at your nod, he smiles dazzlingly at you. “that’s my good girl.” he coos, guiding you over to an exercise mat and gesturing for you to lie down. you’re downright ashamed that you’re this turned on, your entire body screaming for mark to just snap and take you right where you stand. you ignore your urges and obey, lying down on your back. he gets down on the floor, hovering over you in a push-up position, and you squeak, hiding your face.
“look at me, baby.” he orders, gentle but authoritative, and you reluctantly oblige, peeking up at him. “move your hands.” you do, and he lowers his body into a push-up, bringing his face right in front of yours. you swallow thickly and he smiles cutely before pressing a kiss to your lips. “so cute.” he hums as he lifts back up, pausing for a moment before lowering himself again. “so pretty.” he purrs against your lips, and you giggle shyly, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he pushes himself back up. he comes down again, and you prepare yourself for another chaste kiss when he takes you by surprise and captures your lips in his in a searingly hot kiss, his tongue gliding along the seam of your lips. when you part your lips to allow him entrance, he slips his tongue between your lips and licks into your mouth indulgently, growling, “so sweet,” and, at this point, you think spontaneous combustion is somewhere near in your future.
“mark,” you whimper, and he pulls back, observing your innocent eyes, your pupils blown wide with desire, and your parted, wet, already slightly puffy lips as your breath comes out in quick little bursts, your chest heaving. you watch him snap, see the switch flip in his eyes as he cages you in with his arms and kisses you again heatedly, his thigh nudging between your legs to rest on the floor. “mark, please,” you breathe shakily, and he hums in acknowledgment as he leaves your lips to kiss down your neck again. he lowers his body onto yours carefully, careful not to put too much pressure on you, and the warmth and weight of his body pressed to yours is so comforting that you sigh blissfully.
“what does my pretty baby want?” he rasps, and you whimper desperately, fingers curling around his toned biceps. “does she want me to touch her? hm? maybe spread her pretty legs and taste her sweet little pussy? or does she want me to skip the foreplay and fuck her like the needy little tease i know she is?”
“skip,” you whisper breathlessly and hurriedly, tugging him closer to you before trying to shimmy out of your leggings. “skip, skip, skip, mark–just fuck me, please?”
“how could i say no when you ask so sweetly, baby?” he groans and sits up on his knees, hooking his thumbs into his sweats and tugging them down to his thighs before freeing his cock from his boxers and helping you pull your leggings off your legs. “we’re gonna keep these on, okay?” he whispers in your ear, lightly snapping the band of your underwear against your stomach, and you nod hurriedly, spreading your legs wider. he positions himself at your entrance, moves your underwear to the side, and pushes in slowly, cursing softly when he bottoms out in your wet heat. you let out a drawn out moan of relief, his length filling you up and stretching you out wonderfully as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly, thrusting into you carefully until you’re ready for him to speed up.
“mark, faster,” you beg, and he obliges, leaning down to kiss you briefly before pushing back up and starting to thrust into you with quick, powerful strokes.
“god, fuck, you’re so tight for me, baby.” he groans, and you can only offer a whimper in response, his pace and power making you slowly but surely lose your absolute mind. after only a few moments of him fucking into you, you’ve lost all coherence, babbling wildly as he fucks you with reckless abandon.
“want–you–to come,” he grunts, a stroke punctuating his every word. he braces himself on one arm and spits on his thumb, some of it missing and dripping down onto your neck and the minimal exposed area of your chest. bringing his thumb to your core, he rubs familiar but welcome circles into your clit, your mouth lolling open in response as he continues to fiuck you dumb. “tell me you’re close, baby, because i am.”
“i–” you start, but you can’t seem to get any other words out besides that, so you just settle for nodding vigorously, and he grins, speeding up slightly as the sounds of pleasure and sex fill the room.
“good,” he moans, the sound low in his throat as his hips start to stutter, his thrusts getting more and more erratic.
“oh, mark–” you gasp as your climax hits, and when you clench around him like a vice, he lets out a strangled groan, his thrusts slowly coming to a stop as he starts to release into you, filling your core with his warm cum. you whimper weakly as pleasure consumes you and your senses, the only thing leaving your lips is mark’s name repeatedly like a broken, desperate prayer as you climax. he thrusts into you sloppily now, his head drooping in relief as he comes to a stop once more and pulls out of you, breathing heavily as he tucks his cock back into his pants.
“come on, baby.” he murmurs sweetly to you, helping you pull your leggings back on. he helps you to your feet, and you wobble slightly, causing mark to smirk at you. “can you walk?”
“can i walk?” you mock his voice, putting your hands on your hips and making a mocking face. “yes, i can walk.”
“i see i didn’t fuck that attitude out of you this time,” he chuckles, draping an arm around your shoulders and steering you to the door. “guess that’s the goal for round two.”
“r-round who?!” you exclaim in surprise, and he grins down at you as he opens the door for you, pinching your ass and causing you to yelp in shock as you pass him.
“round who?” it’s his turn to make fun of you, and you roll your eyes, shoving him gently. “round two, baby. we’re gonna wash this sweat off in the shower and then…” he leans down to murmur in your ear, “i’m gonna eat my cum out of your sweet little pussy.”
you feel the heat rising to your cheeks once more and quicken your pace, dutifully following after mark to the showers.
Hello, everyone
First of all, I want to say that I’m sorry for being away for such a long time. I got into a project that consumed most of my time (and all of my writing capability).
I’m coming back with 2 new works - which I’ve written in Portuguese and are going through the translation process right now. I won’t release both at the same time, but with a gap of at least a week inbetween.
About the Mark Lee series, I’ll go back to work on it after translating the other 2 fics.
A little information about the works I just mentioned:
- Craving is a Nomin fic with around 2k words, focused on blowjob
- Dreaming is a Dotae fic with around 4k words. I won’t spoil this one further than its title already spoils, sorry hahaha
Craving will probably be the first one to be posted since it’s shorter.
I’m truly sorry for not answering my inbox during this time, especially if I made anyone worried :P
psa. if we’re mutuals, we’re automatically friends. u don’t need to say things like “sorry to bother” or “sorry im annoying” bc ur not. ur my friend. u can come to me for anything. u need help? im here. wanna chat? hmu. just wanna gush abt your muse? go for it. we’re friends. ily.
The less I know, the better (Mark Lee series part 1, m)
Synopsis: Y/N recently got out of a long-term relationship with Hendery and she’s hating herself for having and essay to submit while Mark, her roommate, goes to a party
Pairing: Mark Lee x female reader
Words: ~1.2k
Genre: roommate!au, non idol!Mark, smut
Warnings: masturbation (female), walking in on someone not fully dressed
A/N: This is going to be a 7-part story, so look forward! Later I’m going to change my masterlist and include a mini masterlist only for this series. I’m also starting a taglist, so let me know if you want to be tagged in my works! Feedback is always welcome, let me know if you’ve found any mistakes ;)
This is a work of fiction. It does not portray the real personality of the member.
Y/N stretched her arms, closed eyes and massaged her temples for a few seconds before facing the laptop screen again. The damn incomplete essay stared back at her, pleading to be finished in the next two and a half hours.
From this perspective, breaking up the almost 2-year relationship with Hendery sucked.
He used to help her with this kind of assignments, so having to do everything by herself made putting her ideas on the text even harder than it was already meant to be.
Mark passed by her side what seemed like half a dozen times, going to the bathroom, the kitchen, back to his room as her fingers furiously hit the keyboard.
Mark was a long-time friend who shared the apartment with Y/N since both moved out their hometown to attend the same university. Though their majors couldn’t be more unlike – Y/N studied psychology while Mark was on mechanical engineering - both adults got along pretty well for the 3 years passed until the present time, even during eternity Y/N dated the dickhead Mark most hated.
It’s not that Hendery was a bad person, not at all. It’s just that he dated Y/N. Mark was envious of him.
However, the man did the best he could to not ruin the friendship he had with Y/N.
The seventh time he passed by her was the time he left apartment, leaving a kiss on the top of her head and uttering a short “see ya tomorrow” before passing through the door and heading to the party Y/N was unable to go.
The younger answered with a nod and a quiet “have fun, Mark”, without moving her eyes from the screen. To be honest, she didn’t want to see Mark dressed to go out and get even angrier at herself for leaving the assignment to the last minute and, consequently, having to stay home on a Friday night. Damn experimental psychology.
Y/N pressed the send button 7 minutes before the submitting time was over. It 100% sure wasn’t the best essay she ever wrote, which made her not only stressed, but tired from the effort spent on writing a decent paper.
She just wanted to have some vodka and some dick for stress relief.
Well, this was another bad thing about breaking up with Hendery – weeks without getting properly laid.
College was taking a lot of her time. It wasn’t like the freshman year, when she could just go to the bar with her friends whatever day she wanted, sleeping at Hendery or inviting him over whenever she felt like it. She doesn’t even have the patience to flirt nowadays.
The result of these situations is as simple as 1 + 1. She got off to porn.
That was exactly what she was doing after hanging out spread on the sofa for a couple of minutes.
Y/N put her laptop on the center table, right in front of her, making her have to curve her back in order to type properly. She opened an anonymous tab and entered the address she was ashamed of how familiar with she had become.
Browsing on the page for time enough to find a video with reasonable quality, she clicked on a thumbnail that showed a couple fucking next to a glass wall, in what seemed to be a high floor of a building.
By the time the page loaded, Y/N took off her shorts, leaving them on the floor and staying only in panties and the huge t-shirt she used to wear with no bra.
Y/N laid back against the couch, trying to relax her body as she watched the couple make out. The man put the woman on all fours on the bed and the camera zoomed to her pussy. Y/N started playing with her clit as the woman of the video was fingered, Y/N rushing her fingers softly on top of her underwear.
When the veiny hard cock appeared, Y/N pulled her t-shirt up and used her free hand to squeeze her boobs. The woman pumped the pink tipped cock before beginning to lick all around, starting at the base. After licking all of it and pressing the hard member against her face and lips, she began sucking it.
Low grunts were heard from the man as she sped up, taking more of the cock into her mouth every time she bobbed her head, eyes tearing up and drool starting to drip from her mouth. Y/N missed giving blowjobs so much she kept rewinding the video for a few times, watching as the woman feasted on the flesh and choked around it.
Y/N felt her arousal wet her fingers through the fabric, so she dragged the panties to the side and pushed two fingers in, moaning loud in response to her own stimulus. She quickened the pace and her heartbeat increased as her body started becoming tense, thighs and stomach contracting as the climax was built.
Putting two fingers of her free hand into her mouth and sucking it filthily, Y/N felt her body spasm when her orgasm hit her, making her grunt and curve her toes during the release. Her walls clenched around her fingers and she close eyes hardly, trying to extend the moment as far as she could.
After the high, the tiredness overcame and Y/N just reached the spacebar to pause the video, resting back on the couch and closing her eyes as she tried to regain her breath.
Eventually, she fell asleep.
Mark, who was supposed to enjoy the night and sleep at the house of whoever he ended hooking up with, was coming back home earlier than any of them would’ve expected. Johnny and Jaehyun had a stupid drunk fight, killing the party and making the atmosphere so thick that Mark decided leave.
He did bother to send Y/N a message when he left Jaehyun’s house, but he supposed she was already asleep or still busy with her essay as the message remained unread.
What he didn’t expect was to walk on his roommate asleep on their couch, her laptop on the table still on.
When he got closer, he realized.
The laptop showed a blonde woman giving head, tears brimming on her eyes and makeup stains over her face.
Mark’s heart started beating so fast he couldn’t hear anything else.
He shifted his gaze to Y/N, noticing her shorts on the floor, shirt up to her chest showing her breasts, underwear crooked to the left. Breathing calm and steadily, sleeping peacefully.
The blood rushed to Mark’s face as fast as it rushed to his dick, pants suddenly tighter.
Before running to hide in his room, jack off, feel guilty and think about how to pretend this never happened, Mark tuned to read the title of the video. The words were like gigantic bells ringing inside of his head, as in an attempt to prevent him from thinking.
“My hot bubble butt roommate wants my dick so bad”
I saw someone post something like this these past days (I’m sorry but I don’t remember who it was) and I decided to work on something similar.
Basically, if you don’t want to see something from my blog, you can block the tags.
#update - news about what I’m writing
#rambling - random stuff about my life
#spoiler - spoiler of works I’ll be posting on the future
#masterlist - MY FICS
#fic reblog - fics from other blogs
#nct content - photos, gifs, videos or any form of nct content that isnt a fic
#off - content that isn’t related to NCT. It can go from the political situation of Brazil to idk threads about sexual education
Also, #asks and #requests are very intuitive. All posts under #requests will also be under #masterlist.
There will also be other tags to help me manage the content (make posts easier for me to find), but ALL POSTS SHOULD BE TAGGED UNDER ONE OF THE TAGS ABOVE. If you see any that isn’t, please let me know.
I’m working on a Mark Lee series, but I feel like this blog is so messy :(
I’m gonna think about a way to properly tag my posts and maybe start a tagging list on the fics I post. Not sure yet about how things are going to work
So, after I solve this post tagging issue, I’m gonna proofread the part 1 of the Mark series and post it ;)
