Ï 9:14 Ï "this is something i'd definitely try, but my boyfriend said it's off limits" mark hear one of your bestfriends saying, he didn't get the context so started to listen to the conversation while stands next to the other guys, pretending to listen to them
"i don't see why men are so dramatic over this without even trying, they feel pleasure there!" you look at your friends while speak, softly denying with the head, shaking your short hair strands "i mean, it's basically what they do to us, why can't we do it back?"
mark couldn't be more confused, a thousands of sexual thoughts running through his head, but none of them could prepare him for the shock when finally understood the conversation "i've already pegged a guy before, and he seemed to like a lot, maybe they're only ashamed to say out loud"
the canadian could feel the whole body warmer in shyness, almost covering his face while walks away from the other boys, mentally hoping that they haven't seen the blushed cheeks
you notice your boyfriend walking with no certain direction, you could tell that he was shy for any reason, so you excuse yourself and walk towards him "are you okay, my love?"
your touch on his back and your voice startled him "you scared me..." you narrowed the eyes when heard his nervous laugh "what's going on, markie?" your gentle touch comforts him yet at the same time turns him on, you could tell by his flushed cheeks and eyes facing the ground
"i'm fine, just... my mind was somewhere else, not big deal" his sweet smile made you do the same "are you sure? don't you wanna tell me anything? cause i know you, mark" his blood was running cold, almost sweating "n-no, don't worry about me, baby" you stayed silent for a minute, analyzing his nervousness before only nodding, pecking his cheek before going towards your friends again
"see you guys another time" you waved at your friends, now with their partners "bye y/n, act our conversation" you laughed as your friend winked, you could feel mark's body get tensed next to yours, a few seconds later you two are getting in the car, heading towards your shared house
the boy could feel you staring at him, but he didn't say a word during the ride, then you watched him quickly open the door "mark, tell me what's going on, baby, please" you try to reach his hushed steps "i'm worried"
his dark eyes stared at you "i'm all right, honey, i... just..." he pressed his lips as he was finding the words, you approach his body and gently caress his shoulder, pecking it afterwards "did something happen at the lunch today? someone said anything that bothered you?"
you try to find the issue that was making your fiancee uncomfortable "i... heard you talking with your friends about... that" you curiously looked at him, then after quicky seconds you raised your eyebrows and chuckled "oh babe, about pegging?" you whisper when noticed him shy
his cheeks were red as he nodded, quickly covering his face and slightly nodding "you've never said anything to me about that" his voice was muffled by the hands "well, i didn't want to make you uncomfortable, babe" you peck his fingers, trying to look at the gap between them
he sighs and slowly takes the hands off the face, looking at you with frowned eyebrows "i appreciate that, baby, but i want you to tell me what pleasures you" he softly holds your waist, bringing you closer "okay, but you know you don't need to do everything i like, right? only if you're okay with it"
his soft smile made your heart melt "well, i heard someone saying that i feel pleasure there" you chuckle and peck his lips, gently caressing his dark hair "i did, but still don't need to do it just because you heard me talking about it" he lowers the head and sweetly places a few kisses on your neck
you tilt your head to leave space for his kisses "i wanna try" he mumbles against your skin and you can't hide a smile, now grabbing his hair and sighing in pleasure "do you even know what to do?" you chuckle and try to look down at him "i... yeah, i searched" he shyly admits "leave it to me, don't worry"
you look at him carefully and nod, trusting his words before heading with him to the bathroom, waiting for him to shower and prepare himself as you clean your strap-on and check the lube to not hurt mark
"isn't that kinda big?" you hear your loved one say jokingly, his upper body was naked while the lower one was covered by the white towel "hey baby, are you still into this?" you reassure as you walk towards him, caressing the wet hair "sure, love, i'm just a bit nervous cause i've never done it before..." he blushes and you kiss his cheeks "but i know you're gonna be gentle"
"extremely gentle, my fiancee is so so sensitive" you lower your voice as you tease him, whispering close to his ear and pecking his neck, making the boy shiver and silently whimper "i can't barely touch him here..." you touch his nipple, gently caressing in circles "...that he's already crying out"
your words perfectly described his actions, his mouth quickly opened and let out a free moan, not so manly you'd say "look at that, baby, i'm not even touching you properly" you chuckle as your sweet words degrade the helpless boy "it's s-so good already" you feel his chest moving faster as he feels breathless
"imma make you feel way better, my boy, you deserve it so much" you praise him nonstop while spreading messy and wet kisses on his neck and chest "lemme take care of you" you whisper as you bring him closer to the edge of the bed, he slowly nods and you sit down, looking up at him with adoring eyes
you're faced with his growing bulge covered by the towel, so you run your hands through his thighs while maintain eye contact with the flushed boy "hard already? i haven't gotten to the best part yet, baby" you tease him as you approach your face towards his hips, rubbing your cheek on his needy member
mark can't help but whimper, feeling the whole body shivering by feeling his loved one worshipping his body perfectly "d-dont tease me much" he cries out while looks down at you, which earn a chuckle outta you "but it's so fun, you're all worked up, that's so cute"
he bites the lower lip while your hands run up his ass, squeezing the skin before taking the towel off, making his cock quickly hit his lower stomach "look at that" you whisper as you admires his reddish leaking tip "don't stare much..." he looks away, embarrassed
you grab his thighs tightly, bringing him closer to make the boy put one foot on the bed, still in front of you "don't worry, baby, i'm gonna make you feel so good" you hold the lube container on your hand, looking up at him "whenever you want to stop, just say it, 'kay?" he nods with the eyes focused on you handling the lube, spreading on your index finger
but before you finally give him what he's willing for, you start to peck his needy member, slowly moving the lips on the wet tip, which made mark moan surprised, you look deep in his eyes while slowly open your mouth and stick the tongue out, killing him with the anticipation to feel you
"b-babe..." you don't let him finish the complaining, already licking his member from the base to the glans, opening your mouth even more before putting his extension inside "fuck, shit" he closes the eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the warm and wet feeling
you slowly bob your head and you open his legs a bit more so you can get an easier access to his entrance, your hands gently caress his ass cheeks before giving it a little slap just to tease the boy, who narrowed the eyes at you and smiled after
your moisturized index makes it's way towards his entrance, which made him unconsciously clench "i trust you" he softly smiles at you and you eye-smile back, now rubbing him to spread the lube around his hole
mark sighs loud and tries to watch your finger by looking behind his shoulder, you caress his skin for a few minutes before gently push it inside "o-oh" he moans surprised by the new feeling, you starts to suck him without much pressure so he can focus on one pleasure for now
you see mark throw his head back when your finger was completely inside of him "can i move it?" you stop working on his member to be attentive "yes, yes, please" you smile and hold his thigh with the free hand, while your finger slowly moves out of him to be pushed inside again
"oh god, fuck, fuck" he doesn't even notice that he's chuckling "it d-does feel good" he looks down at you with blushed cheeks and ears "i told you" your smile comforted him even more, and now that you noticed that he's pleasured you get back to blow his extension
"y/n! shit, it's too good" he gets back to whimper again and you push you finger deeper, wanting to touch his inner spot to make your boy see stars, while you swirl your warm tongue around his glans, savoring him as if he were your favorite candy
"b-baby... i don't wanna cum y-" he couldn't finish his sentence due to your fingertip touching his sweet spot, making him roll the eyes and moan loud "oh fuck, fuck, god, shit" the boy starts to mumble nonsense with a big smile on his face
you could feel yourself even wetter by seeing your boy in such pleasure "you're enjoying yourself, love?" you sweetly tease him as you put another finger, moving the index and the middle up and down to prepare him "yes, oh yes, so much" you lovely giggle and rub your cheek on his hard member
after a few more minutes you take your fingers of him "lemme make you feel better, baby, lay down" you get up so he could properly rest his tummy on the soft mattress, his curious eyes were watching you as you wear the strap on
"you're so pretty like this, markie, i love your body" you praise him nonstop while kissing his back, ass cheeks and thighs "will you lemme make you feel good, hm? let me make you cum so hard" you press your hip against him, rubbing the silicone extension in between his buttocks
the boy feels lost in words, too much pleasure and tension is killing him before he even feels you inside "mhmm yes, please" you can feel him starting to lift his hips, shyly rubbing himself on your strap-on "please make me feel good, too good"
you chuckle as he sounds so desperate and into it, and it makes you even hornier - if that's even possible "will you take me? take me good and deep?" you tease him even more to get him eager to it "yes! please babe, i can't take this anymore" he cries out, touching his own member and slowly moving the fingers around the needy tip
you can feel his body getting tense, his hands grabs the sheets and pillows "mhmm fuck, baby..." you keep going, but still very slow "am i hurting you, love? do you want me to stop?" he sighs and breathes heavly "no, no... just... so new" he looks at you and sweetly smiles, you smile back and see the relief on his face as the strap's fully inside of him
"shit... baby" you notice his back going up and down quick "relax, mark, i'm not moving until you say so" you kiss his shoulder and neck, running your hands softly around his waist "and if you want to stop please tell me, i know it can be a lot to handle at first" your caring words makes him smile, and as relaxed as possible "thanks love, i'm fine, just a little tense"
he starts to move his hips slowly in and out, whimpering with that sensation "you can... move" he airy says, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling. you grab his hips and gently move your own, taking half of the length off then pushing it back inside again "mhmm y/n, yes yes" he rests his cheek on the pillow and touches his needy wet member
"feeling good, my love?" you smile as you hear him moan louder each thrust, he nods and move his hand in circles "yeah, please don't stop" you place you hand on top of his, making him masturbating himself faster as you also move your hips harder "fuck, it's so good, you're so hot mark" you groan and feel yourself wetter and wetter, the strap-on starts to slightly rub on yourself as you fuck your fiancee
he cries out, moaning louder and saying nonsense "i'm so close, fuck, babe, don't stop" you squeeze your hand around his member and starts to fuck him deeper "oh, y/n yes, i'm gonna... fuck, gonna cum!" you feel his body tremble but don't stop "cum baby, enjoy yourself, make a mess for me" you dirty whisper in his ear, feeling yourself also on the edge
he groans as he spurts all over your hand and bed sheet, you slowly stop your movements, staying still inside of him "fuck markie, so good mhmm" you smile and kiss his back "are you okay?" you gently move your hips away from him, now laying down next to your boy
he looks at you in silence for a few seconds "yeah, that was... wow" he chuckles and you do the same "yeah? did i hurt you anytime?" you peck his warm cheek "no baby, it was all really good" he sighs and feel his body fully relaxed "now i understand the reason why you were sticking up for this so much"
you giggle and nod "see? i told ya" he runs his fingers on your waist and arm "i'm glad for that" he smiles and helps you to take off the strap-on, and you feel your cheeks heat up when you saw how sticky the material was "fuck y/n, i think you liked it more than i did" he teases you and peck your lips
"do you need some help?" he traces the fingertips on your lower tummy and you feel your breath falter "yeah... i was so close, mark, you turn me on so much" he smiles and lays you completely on the bed, placing himself between your thighs "now it's my turn to take care of you, babe"
dry humping with mark often starts when he's too tired to fully engage but still wants to satisfy you. he's stretched thin from schedules and late-night recordings, so his usual energy is depleted. you can't help but take advantage of his exhaustion though, wanting to please him in return for all the nights he's worshipped you. you carefully climb onto his lap, grinding against him while he lazily leans back, hands weakly gripping your hips. "fuck baby, i can't... too tired..." he mumbles, only to let out a gutteral groan when you press against him just right. the way his breathing turns ragged is so addictive, and soon he's thanking you in between pants, his fatigue melting into the pleasure you're giving him.
"fuuuck, needed this so bad. you're so good to me."
renjun
with renjun, it's the unspoken tension during quiet, intimate moments that get to you both. movie nights are his favourite way to unwind, but when his hand starts to idly roam up your thigh, you know it's only a matter of time. it's subtle at firstâhis lips casually brushing against your ear under the guise of a comment about the movie, or the way his soft fingers play around the hem of your shirt. before you know it, he's pulling you onto his lap, his voice low and filled with a mix of affection and need. "fuckâwe're not even halfway through with the movie," he murmurs, breath warm against your ear as his hips push up to meet yours,
"but i just can't wait any longer."
jeno
for jeno, dry humping is an impatient, messy ordeal. it's unrestrained and raw, with sweat beading on both your foreheads as he grips your waist with bruising strength. the friction builds too fast, too strong, and within minutes, he's already trembling beneath you, gasping for air. "baby, please... can't take it anymore," he whines, voice breaking as he pleads to feel you fully. his desperation is palpable, and even though he tries his best to hold back, it never lasts long. the second he feels you grinding just right, your swollen clit grazing over his tip, he's begging with wide, lust-filled eyes,
"can i put it in, please? fuck, just the tipâi swear it'll feel so good..."
hyuck
dry humping with haechan always starts off as a battle of wills. he's glued to his computer, headset on, shouting profanities at his screen, but it's just so hot that you can't help but want to distract him. you straddle him quickly, blocking his view, and his whiny protests quickly morph into high-pitched moans when you starting grinding your heat against him. "baby, i was in the middle of a game!" he complains, though his hands immediately grab your hips to guide your movements, his hips jerking up to gain more friction. he's loud, burying his face in your neck as he lets out the most sinful noises. "fuuuck, you feel so fucking good," he groans, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs.
jaemin is the king of control. he knows exactly how to drive you crazy. he's so smug and cocky, leaning back as he watches you struggle to keep your composure while grinding against him. it should piss you off, how he seems to be so unaffected while you're desperately trying to chase your high. "is this all you've got?" he teases, his tone dripping with mockery. he refuses to give in until you're utterly desperate, using the friction between your thin silk panties and his rough jeans to bring yourself to the brink while staying frustratingly composed himself. "c'mon baby, you can do better than this..." he taunts, his grip on your hips tightening just enough to make you shiver. and when you finally push him over the edge, his smirk only grows wider as he coos,
"good job baby, now lets see how much more desperate you can get for nana, hm?"
chenle
for chenle, the thrill is half the fun. he's all about the risk, pulling you into the backseat of his car even when your friends have only stepped away to grab some snacks at the petrol station. the mere idea of someone catching the two of you only spurs him on, getting him harder than ever. after all, he's just a whore for exhibitionism. "shh, you don't want our friends to see you like this, do you?" he whispers with a mischievous grin, though his own breathing is uneven as he grinds against you. his hands roam everywhere, tugging at your clothes just enough to make you squirm. the tension is electrifying, and he canât hide the satisfied smirk when he feels you trembling above him.
"see? told you it'd be worth it."
jisung
jisung is so needy, it's overwhelming. just being near you has him worked up, but he's too shy to articulate exactly what he wants from you. instead, he opts to cling onto you, his big, veiny hands wandering all over your body shamelessly as he presses his hips against yours with little control. "need you s'bad, please..." he stammers out, face flushed as he buries it against your shoulder. it's sweet in its desperation, his inexperience making him all the more endearing. he's a mess of shaky hands and ragged breaths, and when he finally lets go, he's holding onto you like you're his lifelife, whispering pleas while trembling as ropes of his release stain the inside of his boxers.
warnings: mark x afab!reader, use of pet names (baby, babe), headcanons go gradually from sfw to nsfw (MDNI), possessiveness, car sex, riding, unprotected sex, breeding, praise kink, dirty talk, more car sex
a/n: this is actually a repost LOL i deleted this and forgot about it but anyways my racer!mark brainrot was so bad that i had to make this⊠i was thinking about making this a series with other members but iâm not too sure! lmk ur thoughts :)
racer!mark who considers you his good luck charm. before every race, he'll come find you and ask for his 'good luck kiss.â the idea's silly, at least to you, but mark takes it very seriously. he constantly tells you, "babe, without my kiss, i think i might lose. like.. for real."
racer!mark who makes it his personal mission to always do his best for you. every win is for you and you only. a part of him thinks that maybe that's why he made to top of the industry as fast as he did. who could beat him when he has the best motivator?
racer!mark who, although very rarely, sulks every time he loses. you know he's always hard on himself, cursing himself in his head for even the smallest mistakes, and you hate to see the frown on his face when he comes to find you after the race. he always tries to apologize, thinking he disappointed you. you hate that he doesn't realize that no matter what he does, he could never disappoint you.
racer!mark who loves to take you for spontaneous midnight drives when he's not racing. you always complain, telling him, "maaaark, it's late." he'll silence you with a kiss and drag you to the door, assuring it'll be fun. he has a spot, one only for you and him, and he knows you could never say no to him. he's proven right every single time when it's you and him beneath the stars, laughing without a care in the world. at times like these, nothing else matters besides the way mark kisses you, slow and sweet and with so much love that it hurts.
racer!mark who broke his own personal recordâ which, obviously, was the world record-the day you first told him that you loved him. you came up to him in disbelief after the race, asking, "what.. what was that?" mark could only give you a shy smile, shrugging his shoulders. "i just really love you too," came his silly and ridiculous-yet-very-mark response.
racer!mark who is an absolute nerd about cars. you expected it, but nothing could prepare you for how cute mark is when he rambles. sometimes, you're too distracted to realize what he's actually saying, staring at him with a soft smile while he continues to talk. there's almost nothing better than the way he flushes bright red when he realizes, pausing whatever thought he had and telling you to stop staring.
racer!mark who lost it the first time you wore his jacket. you were curious, wanting to see how he would react, and mark couldn't believe just how good it looked on you. "it'sâholy shit. you lookâyou look great, babe. you'reâwow," mark fumbled out when you asked him how it looked, unable to tear his eyes away from you. something inside of him was hot, burning with desire from seeing you in his jacket. he pulled you to the bed, begging for you to keep the jacket on while he fucked you.
racer!mark who does everything he can to make sure the whole word knows you're his. he has a possessive streak that never seems to end, constantly leaving marks all over your body. you always return the favor, almost just as possessive as him, wanting people to know that mark lee, the worldâs biggest star, is yours. they'll never be able to have him the way you do.
racer!mark who loves to fuck you in his car. at first, he was unsure until you brought up the idea. all it took was a simple, "wouldn't it be nice to fuck me here?" before he cracked, the both of you climbing into the back seat.
racer!mark who lets you ride him (in his car, of course) until he's begging to cum inside you, overwhelmed with how good your tight cunt feels around his cock and how hot it is to have you on top of him, defiling his most prized possession.
racer!mark who flushes bright red every time you promise him 'something fun' before a race, whispering in his ear about everything you'll let him do to you if he wins. he'll be damned if he lets someone else beat him, especially when he's being promised having you in his bed tonight.
racer!mark who loves to praise you, telling you how good you are every chance he gets. he'll tell you how good you feel around him or how perfect you are for him, taking his cock like you were made for it. he's never been able to be quiet in bed, mumbling to himself about how fucking good your pussy feels and how he can never get enough of you.
racer!mark who easily gets jealous when you teasingly bring up his competitors, especially his rival haechan. you do it to work him up, wanting to push him to the edge. mark's always sweet with you in bed, giving you whatever you want, but sometimes, you want him to be mean. nothing gets him there quicker than an offhand comment that goes something along the lines of wanting to take a ride with haechan instead. mark hates this. you're his and no one else's. it causes him to finally snap, pinning you down into the sheets and fucking you like there's no tomorrow. "you're mine, baby. all fucking mine," he'll growl out, punctuating each word with a thrust.
a/n: i mainly reposted this bc i got an ask about it and figured it would make more sense if u guys got the racer!mark details⊠âïžđ° anon if u see thisâŠ. this was for u.. ANYWAYS i love doing headcanons so if u guys have any headcanon requests thennnnnnnn u know where to find me!
Ï 9:14 Ï "this is something i'd definitely try, but my boyfriend said it's off limits" mark hear one of your bestfriends saying, he didn't get the context so started to listen to the conversation while stands next to the other guys, pretending to listen to them
"i don't see why men are so dramatic over this without even trying, they feel pleasure there!" you look at your friends while speak, softly denying with the head, shaking your short hair strands "i mean, it's basically what they do to us, why can't we do it back?"
mark couldn't be more confused, a thousands of sexual thoughts running through his head, but none of them could prepare him for the shock when finally understood the conversation "i've already pegged a guy before, and he seemed to like a lot, maybe they're only ashamed to say out loud"
the canadian could feel the whole body warmer in shyness, almost covering his face while walks away from the other boys, mentally hoping that they haven't seen the blushed cheeks
you notice your boyfriend walking with no certain direction, you could tell that he was shy for any reason, so you excuse yourself and walk towards him "are you okay, my love?"
your touch on his back and your voice startled him "you scared me..." you narrowed the eyes when heard his nervous laugh "what's going on, markie?" your gentle touch comforts him yet at the same time turns him on, you could tell by his flushed cheeks and eyes facing the ground
"i'm fine, just... my mind was somewhere else, not big deal" his sweet smile made you do the same "are you sure? don't you wanna tell me anything? cause i know you, mark" his blood was running cold, almost sweating "n-no, don't worry about me, baby" you stayed silent for a minute, analyzing his nervousness before only nodding, pecking his cheek before going towards your friends again
"see you guys another time" you waved at your friends, now with their partners "bye y/n, act our conversation" you laughed as your friend winked, you could feel mark's body get tensed next to yours, a few seconds later you two are getting in the car, heading towards your shared house
the boy could feel you staring at him, but he didn't say a word during the ride, then you watched him quickly open the door "mark, tell me what's going on, baby, please" you try to reach his hushed steps "i'm worried"
his dark eyes stared at you "i'm all right, honey, i... just..." he pressed his lips as he was finding the words, you approach his body and gently caress his shoulder, pecking it afterwards "did something happen at the lunch today? someone said anything that bothered you?"
you try to find the issue that was making your fiancee uncomfortable "i... heard you talking with your friends about... that" you curiously looked at him, then after quicky seconds you raised your eyebrows and chuckled "oh babe, about pegging?" you whisper when noticed him shy
his cheeks were red as he nodded, quickly covering his face and slightly nodding "you've never said anything to me about that" his voice was muffled by the hands "well, i didn't want to make you uncomfortable, babe" you peck his fingers, trying to look at the gap between them
he sighs and slowly takes the hands off the face, looking at you with frowned eyebrows "i appreciate that, baby, but i want you to tell me what pleasures you" he softly holds your waist, bringing you closer "okay, but you know you don't need to do everything i like, right? only if you're okay with it"
his soft smile made your heart melt "well, i heard someone saying that i feel pleasure there" you chuckle and peck his lips, gently caressing his dark hair "i did, but still don't need to do it just because you heard me talking about it" he lowers the head and sweetly places a few kisses on your neck
you tilt your head to leave space for his kisses "i wanna try" he mumbles against your skin and you can't hide a smile, now grabbing his hair and sighing in pleasure "do you even know what to do?" you chuckle and try to look down at him "i... yeah, i searched" he shyly admits "leave it to me, don't worry"
you look at him carefully and nod, trusting his words before heading with him to the bathroom, waiting for him to shower and prepare himself as you clean your strap-on and check the lube to not hurt mark
"isn't that kinda big?" you hear your loved one say jokingly, his upper body was naked while the lower one was covered by the white towel "hey baby, are you still into this?" you reassure as you walk towards him, caressing the wet hair "sure, love, i'm just a bit nervous cause i've never done it before..." he blushes and you kiss his cheeks "but i know you're gonna be gentle"
"extremely gentle, my fiancee is so so sensitive" you lower your voice as you tease him, whispering close to his ear and pecking his neck, making the boy shiver and silently whimper "i can't barely touch him here..." you touch his nipple, gently caressing in circles "...that he's already crying out"
your words perfectly described his actions, his mouth quickly opened and let out a free moan, not so manly you'd say "look at that, baby, i'm not even touching you properly" you chuckle as your sweet words degrade the helpless boy "it's s-so good already" you feel his chest moving faster as he feels breathless
"imma make you feel way better, my boy, you deserve it so much" you praise him nonstop while spreading messy and wet kisses on his neck and chest "lemme take care of you" you whisper as you bring him closer to the edge of the bed, he slowly nods and you sit down, looking up at him with adoring eyes
you're faced with his growing bulge covered by the towel, so you run your hands through his thighs while maintain eye contact with the flushed boy "hard already? i haven't gotten to the best part yet, baby" you tease him as you approach your face towards his hips, rubbing your cheek on his needy member
mark can't help but whimper, feeling the whole body shivering by feeling his loved one worshipping his body perfectly "d-dont tease me much" he cries out while looks down at you, which earn a chuckle outta you "but it's so fun, you're all worked up, that's so cute"
he bites the lower lip while your hands run up his ass, squeezing the skin before taking the towel off, making his cock quickly hit his lower stomach "look at that" you whisper as you admires his reddish leaking tip "don't stare much..." he looks away, embarrassed
you grab his thighs tightly, bringing him closer to make the boy put one foot on the bed, still in front of you "don't worry, baby, i'm gonna make you feel so good" you hold the lube container on your hand, looking up at him "whenever you want to stop, just say it, 'kay?" he nods with the eyes focused on you handling the lube, spreading on your index finger
but before you finally give him what he's willing for, you start to peck his needy member, slowly moving the lips on the wet tip, which made mark moan surprised, you look deep in his eyes while slowly open your mouth and stick the tongue out, killing him with the anticipation to feel you
"b-babe..." you don't let him finish the complaining, already licking his member from the base to the glans, opening your mouth even more before putting his extension inside "fuck, shit" he closes the eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the warm and wet feeling
you slowly bob your head and you open his legs a bit more so you can get an easier access to his entrance, your hands gently caress his ass cheeks before giving it a little slap just to tease the boy, who narrowed the eyes at you and smiled after
your moisturized index makes it's way towards his entrance, which made him unconsciously clench "i trust you" he softly smiles at you and you eye-smile back, now rubbing him to spread the lube around his hole
mark sighs loud and tries to watch your finger by looking behind his shoulder, you caress his skin for a few minutes before gently push it inside "o-oh" he moans surprised by the new feeling, you starts to suck him without much pressure so he can focus on one pleasure for now
you see mark throw his head back when your finger was completely inside of him "can i move it?" you stop working on his member to be attentive "yes, yes, please" you smile and hold his thigh with the free hand, while your finger slowly moves out of him to be pushed inside again
"oh god, fuck, fuck" he doesn't even notice that he's chuckling "it d-does feel good" he looks down at you with blushed cheeks and ears "i told you" your smile comforted him even more, and now that you noticed that he's pleasured you get back to blow his extension
"y/n! shit, it's too good" he gets back to whimper again and you push you finger deeper, wanting to touch his inner spot to make your boy see stars, while you swirl your warm tongue around his glans, savoring him as if he were your favorite candy
"b-baby... i don't wanna cum y-" he couldn't finish his sentence due to your fingertip touching his sweet spot, making him roll the eyes and moan loud "oh fuck, fuck, god, shit" the boy starts to mumble nonsense with a big smile on his face
you could feel yourself even wetter by seeing your boy in such pleasure "you're enjoying yourself, love?" you sweetly tease him as you put another finger, moving the index and the middle up and down to prepare him "yes, oh yes, so much" you lovely giggle and rub your cheek on his hard member
after a few more minutes you take your fingers of him "lemme make you feel better, baby, lay down" you get up so he could properly rest his tummy on the soft mattress, his curious eyes were watching you as you wear the strap on
"you're so pretty like this, markie, i love your body" you praise him nonstop while kissing his back, ass cheeks and thighs "will you lemme make you feel good, hm? let me make you cum so hard" you press your hip against him, rubbing the silicone extension in between his buttocks
the boy feels lost in words, too much pleasure and tension is killing him before he even feels you inside "mhmm yes, please" you can feel him starting to lift his hips, shyly rubbing himself on your strap-on "please make me feel good, too good"
you chuckle as he sounds so desperate and into it, and it makes you even hornier - if that's even possible "will you take me? take me good and deep?" you tease him even more to get him eager to it "yes! please babe, i can't take this anymore" he cries out, touching his own member and slowly moving the fingers around the needy tip
you can feel his body getting tense, his hands grabs the sheets and pillows "mhmm fuck, baby..." you keep going, but still very slow "am i hurting you, love? do you want me to stop?" he sighs and breathes heavly "no, no... just... so new" he looks at you and sweetly smiles, you smile back and see the relief on his face as the strap's fully inside of him
"shit... baby" you notice his back going up and down quick "relax, mark, i'm not moving until you say so" you kiss his shoulder and neck, running your hands softly around his waist "and if you want to stop please tell me, i know it can be a lot to handle at first" your caring words makes him smile, and as relaxed as possible "thanks love, i'm fine, just a little tense"
he starts to move his hips slowly in and out, whimpering with that sensation "you can... move" he airy says, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling. you grab his hips and gently move your own, taking half of the length off then pushing it back inside again "mhmm y/n, yes yes" he rests his cheek on the pillow and touches his needy wet member
"feeling good, my love?" you smile as you hear him moan louder each thrust, he nods and move his hand in circles "yeah, please don't stop" you place you hand on top of his, making him masturbating himself faster as you also move your hips harder "fuck, it's so good, you're so hot mark" you groan and feel yourself wetter and wetter, the strap-on starts to slightly rub on yourself as you fuck your fiancee
he cries out, moaning louder and saying nonsense "i'm so close, fuck, babe, don't stop" you squeeze your hand around his member and starts to fuck him deeper "oh, y/n yes, i'm gonna... fuck, gonna cum!" you feel his body tremble but don't stop "cum baby, enjoy yourself, make a mess for me" you dirty whisper in his ear, feeling yourself also on the edge
he groans as he spurts all over your hand and bed sheet, you slowly stop your movements, staying still inside of him "fuck markie, so good mhmm" you smile and kiss his back "are you okay?" you gently move your hips away from him, now laying down next to your boy
he looks at you in silence for a few seconds "yeah, that was... wow" he chuckles and you do the same "yeah? did i hurt you anytime?" you peck his warm cheek "no baby, it was all really good" he sighs and feel his body fully relaxed "now i understand the reason why you were sticking up for this so much"
you giggle and nod "see? i told ya" he runs his fingers on your waist and arm "i'm glad for that" he smiles and helps you to take off the strap-on, and you feel your cheeks heat up when you saw how sticky the material was "fuck y/n, i think you liked it more than i did" he teases you and peck your lips
"do you need some help?" he traces the fingertips on your lower tummy and you feel your breath falter "yeah... i was so close, mark, you turn me on so much" he smiles and lays you completely on the bed, placing himself between your thighs "now it's my turn to take care of you, babe"
hello ! can i request a hard dom!doyoung with 62-94-112 from your prompt list please đ„ș thank you!! also please add degradation and humiliation too <3
hello! yes, you can. and my prompt list goes until #111! i don't have 112, maybe you typed it wrong:( so i'm gonna write it only #62 and #94, hope you like it!!
prompt #62: come here and sit on my lap
prompt #94: come here and ride my thigh
warnings: hard dom!doyoung, sub!female reader, degradation, dirty talk, dry humping, thigh riding, spitting, spanking, choking, pet names, bondage, face dirtying (cum)
Ï 19:08 Ï doyoung looked at you and smirked "you're really trying hard, aren't you?" he laughed a bit while admiring you being all tied up. your hands and legs were being held together by a rope, you can feel the softness of the bed sheet under your abdomen
"seeing you all submissive gets me crazy, you know that, right? my dirty little slut" he smiles while places himself behind you, then running his fingertips on your skin "look at you..." he almost whispers while looking at your intimacy "you're so wet, you like being like this, huh?"
you press your lips together without being able to look at him "can you please touch me?" you find yourself getting even more wetter with his touches getting closer to where you needed him the most
"yes, i can. but not now" he moves, sitting on the bed and start to open your legs wider "i want to see you being a desperate whore for a little longer" he bites his lips and then slaps the back of your thigh
your breath gets heavier when you feel his slap and rest your head on the pillow, soon noticing him moving again on the bed, now to sit right next to your body "what are you doing?"
"admiring you..." he says while looking at your body "...being so needy for my touches, are you really that horny? so pathetic" he nods with his head negatively while caressing your body with his long fingers
you sigh, loud enough for him to listen. he raises one eyebrow and pulls you by your hair, raising you head from the pillow "what are you sighing for? if you begin to behave as a brat i'm going to leave you like this for hours" his firm voice made you press your pinkish lips "i'm sorry" you say in a whisper "yes, you are, you better listen to what i say carefully, dear"
you can't even look at his eyes, your sight was focused at the end of the bed "i will, sir" you can feel your body getting hotter and hotter each second, the anxiety running down your spine since you can't see what the boy's next move will be
doyoung's hand slowly moves against your skin, your back's skin to be more specific, you press your lips together and silently moan, the soft yet arousing touch made you see starts "please... don't tease me much" you cry, but the man smiles bigger
he stays silent, you look over your shoulder to check if your partner didn't like your reaction but all you can see is his soft hair, your confusion didn't last any longer due to the feeling of his warm tongue touching your inner thigh
he hums against your delicate skin and bites it right after, your soft moan makes him raise his head and stare at your tied up body, your arms restrained behind your back and your knees together, but not for so long
you feel his hand moving next to your body but still you weren't expecting a loud slap to hit your butt, making you moan in pleasure "is this a punishment?" you gently ask, trying to look at him
you see his lips shaped in a smile "no" he says simply before slapping you one more time, now on your thigh "i just wanna see your skin red, is that a problem?" of course it was a rhetorical question, he is the one in charge, he is just teasing you to give the right answer
"no, not at all" your voice almost goes out as a whimper, your palm almost hurted by your sunk nails "you don't need my permission, sir, you're the one in control" you answer just as he expected, you know very well how submission turns him on
"good, such an obedient doll" he spanks you for a few moments more, leaving your skin reddish and sensitive, now marked by his nails afterwards "now i will undo this knots and you'll be a good pet and ride my thigh, understood?"
his firm voice sounded like music in your ears, you nodded "yes, sir" you waited for him to untie your knees to sit on the bed, waiting for you partner to also sit on the bed
"wait a second, before you do anything..." he holds your waist, making you stand in front of him "let me take these off, you don't need'em after all" his fingers hold your panties by it's sides, slowly pushing them down to admire your sticky juices glued on the soft fabric
he leaves the underwear beside and caresses your sensitive skin "now you can please yourself, pretty one, come here, sit on my lap and ride my thigh" he slightly bounces his thigh to tease you, your hands gently holds his shoulders and sits on his leg, both warm skins touching each other felt excited for you two
his hands met your skin again, spanking it as a way to tell you to start moving, and you do so. your hips started moving in slow movements, which made your wetness spread on the man's thigh
"good, very good" he looked down in approval, a sign for you to move faster, you couldn't count his slaps anymore "now open up for me" you look at his eyes when his finger lifts your chin, you almost immediately opens your mouth, waiting for him to spit inside of it
which doyoung did with a smirk on his face, you swallowed gratefully as you rode him, and you groaned when he bounced his leg again "shut up, dolls don't make any sound" he chokes you with one hand while the other slaps your face "unless i want so" you slowly nod, feeling your pleasure increasing every second
the man looks down again, watching your intimacy grinding on him "alright, you've had your pathetic fun. get up" you quickly did so, even though your legs were a bit trembling, you stand in front of him
"now's my turn. don't you think i deserve to be pleased as well, hm? if you do your job well i'll think about making you cum" you nodded as a obedient pet "yes, can i pleasure you now, sir?" you unconsciously pouted, waiting for an answer
"of course, that's your job, isn't it? a whore should pleasure their master no matter what" he pointed his finger to the ground, which meant for you to kneel in front of him, staring his hard member as if you were starving for it
"use your pretty mouth, that's the only thing it does well" he degrades you as you hold his bulge, but he quickly slaps your hand "no hands, or else i'll tie you up again" his voice sounds firm "maybe i should, i enjoy seeing you taking me completely without any help"
his malicious smirk made you shiver, you only look at him quietly as he ties your arms together with the thick shibari, the tight grip made you shiver
you finally opened your mouth when gazed at the hard throbbing member in front of you, yoh quickly looked up at him "may i, sir?" you press your lips in anticipation as you wait for his permission
"as you should" he barely finished his setence, your warm tongue was already swirling around his sensitive tip, his groan was loud inside your ears, which made you suck your cheeks to give him more pleasure
you could see the man in front of you trying to keep himself still, his big hands gripping the sheets tight. you can't hold back a chuckle as you slowly take him completely
you widen your eyes and desperately breathes through your nose when felt him pushing your head down, making you choke slightly "not so funny now, hm?"
you catch his eyes when look up, frowning the eyebrows as an apology "what hm? you act bratty and can't handle afterwards? you're so pathetic" he rolls his eyes annoyed, but you don't say a word
but his angry expression quickly faded away as you continue to blow him, you don't care about making a mess so just let the saliva roll down his member and nuts, your sucked and soft cheeks drove him mad
"fuck, at least your mouth is good at this" he grabs your hair tighter and starts to bob your head, making your soft lips slide around him while your tongue presses his tip
"i feel like dirtying that pretty face today..." his hands touch your cheek, caressing the skin before slapping it "what do you think, huh?" you look at him and slightly nods but doesn't stop sucking his extension until he asked for
which lasted for some long minutes, you didn't take your eyes off him during the whole time, seeing your dom in pleasure made you even more horny "alright, slut, open wide for me" he pulls you by your hair and you mouth made a 'pop' sound
you obeyed him perfectly while sticking the tongue out, slightly closing the eyes when felt the warm liquid spurting on your face, after a few seconds without feeling anything you open your eyes and moans when saw his expression
a beautiful smile was forming his lips, his eyes gazed on your face and the hair strands glued on his forehead due to the sweat "you look so hot, sir" you almost whispers, squeezing your legs tight
he noticed your movements "do i taste good? hm? i bet you liked, you're such a cumslut" you quickly nod, pressing the lips while trying to not rub your thighs "of course, you always taste so good... did i do a good job? will you let me cum, sir?" you tried to not sound so desperate, but your flustrated voice couldn't deny
he smirks "yes, your pretty mouth did a good job" he lowers his torso, looking down at you "come here, you should get you reward" you can't hide a smile and squeezed your hands behind your back "now come up here and let me please you"
details âyouâre falling for me baby, i know i make you crazy, like when the clouds are hazyâ
pairing mark lee x fem! reader
summary markâs been soft and sweet since you met him, the epitome of the boy youâd take him to meet the parents. heâs the poster boy for the gentleman, the timid lover, his touches never rough. but what happens when you donât want gentle, when you want him to break you? what happens when you push him to the brink? what happens when he snaps?
genres and aus smut, like rough smut lmao; established relationship (theyâre married)
contents alright this one is quite the ride so! sub!reader, hard!dom!mark, teasing, oral (receiving), references to smth like a free use kink, creampie, dacryphillia, nasty praise/loving degradation, regular degradation lmao, spit kink, fingering, finger sucking, missionary, doggy style, many uses of whore and slut, daddy kink at the end, no mentioned aftercareâs, bondage (he holds readerâs wrists down), ass slapping, edging, overstim (like 3+ orgasms), dumbification, choking, hair pulling, lots of dirty talk like so much, idk what itâs called but he kinda sorta eats his come out of reader,, like he eats reader out after he comes inside them, the living room couch is probably scarred after this
warnings uses of âgirlâ, coded language (pussy, clit, tits, wife)
word count 8.0k (without lyrics)
a. note here goes nothing! this fic was inspired by the chloe x halle song, âhazyâ. listening to it while you read may make your reading more enjoyable.
pls send asks and not replies! this is a side blog so i cannot reply to your replies :(
feedback and reblogs appreciated! â masterlist â wip list
âmark, you know how i told you a while ago how i wanted you to be a little rougher? do you think we could try that tonight?â
mark is aware of the desire you have for something more than sweet and soft kisses, something more than the slow strokes of nights passed, something that lays hidden in him, too afraid to be shown for fear that heâd go too far, that he wouldnât be able to stop until heâd laid claim to your body in a way that lovemaking just couldnât do.
so when he says no, it doesnât come as a surprise. youâre understanding. you know where he's coming from, honestly. youâve been there, know how it feels to look at someone and feel foggy, like you wonât be satisfied until youâve had all of them, devoured them until youâd had your fill. but you also know that you want that from him, want him to take what he wants, needs, from your body and leave you ravaged. you trust him to do exactly that and not go too far, not breach your boundaries. and you think you have a way to make him snap.
you go to bed that night, slightly frustrated at markâs refusal to touch you, but understanding all the same. mark, on the other hand, canât sleep. his mind is plagued with a back and forth. he knows you want it, and he wants it too. but he doesnât want to hurt you. he loves your body, always has, always will, and has dreams of seeing you completely at his mercy. but he doesnât want to see you that way, afraid heâll go too wild if you let him have you like that. he falls asleep, still playing a mental tug-of-war with himself.
"i know you like just what you see when i walk by
you take your time, and you travel my world with that look in your eyes"
when he wakes up the next morning, god themself couldn't have prepared mark for the temptation he'd be faced with. from the moment your feet hit the floor, you were plotting, planning ways to get him to just give in. you hop in the shower first while he makes breakfast, bringing it back to your bedroom.
he takes notice immediately, despite his best efforts to hide it. last nightâs talk plays through his mind, and he thinks he knows what youâre up to. he tries to pay you no mind, but he canât help the way his eyes drift to your form, meaningless words drifting from his mouth as he tries to make conversation. you can feel the way his gaze grazes over your body as you dry off, making a show of bending over and displaying yourself to him while he makes a show as well, purposely turning away, focusing on his food as if itâs the most interesting thing in the world. and as you walk out of your room to start your day, he thanks whoever's listening that you're gone.
his reprieve doesn't last long, though.
later, while you two are making lunch, youâre at it again, much to his dismay. itâs already been hard enough for him to keep his eyes and hands off of you, with the tiny little shorts and almost see-through shirt you throw on after your shower making you all the more tempting. heâs not a teenage boy. he knows how to keep his hormones under control. but he loves your body, and the way you know just how to make it look so inviting. from the endless bending over to get things that were obviously accessible without needing to lean, to the âaccidentalâ brushing up against him, to the way you so shamelessly eye him, heâs, for a lack of better words, fucked. youâre so damn beautiful. and heâs so close to bending you over the counter and taking you right there.
and you know it. you can see, damn near feel his desire radiating off of him, eyes tracking your every move. you feel his eyes on you when you bend over. you feel the way his body tenses up when you brush against him. and you see the way his eyes flit to yours when he catches you eyeing him. he wants you so bad, and you can tell. heâs so close.
when you spill your leftover drink on yourself while taking your plate to the kitchen after lunch, he thinks nothing of it. he continues the show you both were watching, scrolling on his phone as well. the want from earlier has almost worn off, and he thinks youâre done with your antics. how could he have been so wrong.
and now here you are, walking past him in nothing but his shirt. he thinks he's going crazy. and then you're bending over to pick up some minuscule thing on the floorâhe doesn't know and doesn't care whatâand, oh god, you've got those pretty panties on. time seems to stop as he watches you walk towards him. he can feel his control getting foggy around the edges. he doesn't know if he can last much longer.
âyour smile is like the first rain out of the summertime
your soul is kind
my, my, myâ
now you're sitting next to him on the couch, and he can smell you, feel the heat from your body, almost fucking taste you. he knows where this is going. and, to be honest, he's starting not to care. he wants to wreck you, wants it like fire needs air. and you can see it, almost feel his desire swirling right under his skin, begging to be let go. but he holds back. he can't hold back forever though, and you know it. he just needs a little more. just a little.
âyou know that i love our long nights
you're starin' in my pretty brown eyes
and i can see you bein' polite
but come on baby, take a long bite, biteâ
his body goes rigid as you run your hand up his thigh, fingertips grazing lightly, stopping at the hem of his basketball shorts. you think about slipping your hand underneath the fabric, but youâre stopped when he calls your name.
âyeah, baby?â you answer as innocently as you can, though your hand is so close to where you both want it to bed. heâs entranced, confused at the way you can talk like this while youâre touching him like that. he wants to move your hand away, to get up and move somewhere else in the house like he's done when youâve gotten like this, but he canât. heâs stuck. youâve almost got him.
âwhat are you doing?â he asks shakily, eyes not leaving your hand, and you grin internally at the way heâs obviously so very affected. youâre won't lie to him. you move your hand ever higher, fingers brushing over his cock, separated by nothing but the thin layer of cloth of his basketball shorts, noticing the twitch of his leg and the hitch of his breath, and answer him again.
âi just want you to take me like you want to, mark. you keep trying to be nice but i donât want nice. i want you to use me.â
you have a hold on his mind. he breaks even more with your words, mind getting even foggier with every sentence that flows from your lips.
you can see your words turning his mind into air, and you swear you feel him harden under your touch.
this is it. you've got him-
but now heâs standing up, walking away into the kitchen, and youâre left wondering if youâre going to be able to get him to give in today.
youâre not giving up, you decide. one last try, and then maybe youâll try again later. but he's so close. it won't take much.
âmark.â you call out, following him into the kitchen. heâs hidden by the refrigerator door, rumbling around in the fridge, looking for something, anything to distract him from you. heâs so close. youâve got him, and he knows it. he just hopes he can distract himself long enough to get away from you and your siren-like advances, your words that loosen his hold on his own brain and tighten yours. he grabs the pitcher of lemonade, reaches into the cabinet for a cup, hoping getting a drink of something will clear the blurriness in his mind. you have a grip on him today and heâs not sure he can shake it. but he still doesnât want to hurt you.
âyou're fallin' for me, baby
i know i make you crazyâ
he hears you talking through a muddle of thoughts in his mind, your words adding more fuel to the fuzzy fire, your oh-so-tempting form leaning onto the fridge, the lines of your body making you so goddamn alluring.
âcome on mark, please."
âlike when the clouds are hazy
you like to smell my daisiesâ
heâs almost gotten to this point before, and his brain felt just like it does now. and thatâs why he doesnât want to go there again, because he liked how it felt. and he knows, he knows that if he goes there again heâs not stopping until heâs had his fill. and thatâs what heâs afraid of. and he knows he might be too far gone this time. and when you walk towards him, he almost snaps.
"i can see that you wanna
i smell on your cologneâ
âbaby, please. wanna be yours, want you to make a mess out of me. wanna feel you for days after. i can take it.â
you pour every ounce of pleading and begging and seductiveness into that last try, staring him dead in his eyes, ones that flit from your face, to your lips, to your exposed chest and thighs, and finally to the wall behind you, but never once meet your gaze. because he know if he looks you in your eyes heâs done for. but something in him doesnât even care.
mark doesnât respond.
and youâre done.
you give him one last look before turning around and leaving the kitchen, embarrassment creeping up on you as you process what youâve just done.
your mind is racing as you think about exactly how youâre going to face your husband after this ordeal, scenes of the confrontation afterwards playing through your mind.
he's standing in the kitchen, breath shaky, mind hazy, body aching in want. no matter how much he drinks he still canât help the dryness of his throat, calm the beating of his heart. for so long heâs been afraid of reaching this point, scared of what he would do if he got this far gone.
but when you beg so earnestly, and tease so menacingly, how could he resist? and thatâs when his brain clears just enough to know that heâs done. todayâs the day youâre both going to get what youâve wanted for so long. youâve made his mind too hazy to go back.
this is it.
you know nothing of whatâs happening. you just hear a glass break, and a growl that falls just short of animalistic. your body responds on its own, tries to move your legs, to get you out of the living room before he reaches you. but thereâs no point.
âbe tough now, don't be lazyâ
and now his handâs in your hair, yanking you onto the couch, bending you over just how he wants you; on display, shirt flipped over your ass, his hard-on pressing against you.
âcome love me like you hate meâ
âthe fuck is wrong with you, huh? prancing your pretty ass around here in this little pair of panties.â he says through gritted teeth, snapping the waistband against your skin, growling when you whine. âyou want me to be mean, baby? want me to slut you out, yeah?â
oh.
heâs never talked to you like that. you don't even process what he just said to you, couldn't if you tried.
he doesn't like that.
"come on, baby, use that filthy mouth like you did earlier." a slap lands on your ass.
youâre still stunned, even though you brought this upon yourself, so you donât answer. âi asked you a fucking question.â mark grits out through clenched teeth, yanking your hair again and bringing his mouth to your ear, already so frustrated with you. âyou did all this, and now that you got what you wanted, youâre frozen, hmm? whereâs all that mouth you had just a second ago, baby?â
you still donât respond, too shocked at the way he snapped so instantly, the last few seconds a blur. at your silence, heâs just fed up more.
âyou drive me fucking insane, you know that? i tried to hold it, i tried so hard, but whores canât control themselves, can they baby?â still no response from you, only whines and whimpers from the sting of his pulling on your hair and the overwhelming situation.
âand now that iâm gonna give you this dick just the way you asked, i canât get a peep out of you. fucking answer me, slut. tell me you want me to treat you like the dirty fucking thing youâve been acting like all day.â
âlove me like you
love me like you hate meâ
you recognize his words as a sign of consent, asking even though thatâs what youâve been saying all day, and you love him more for that. you gain your wits back enough to answer and tease just a little more, pushing yourself back onto him, fucking with his mind more when you beg him use you like he wants.
heâs pushed even further into this blurry headspace by your words, even more willing to give you what you want. âyeah?â he asks, letting go of your hair to grab your wrists in one hand, the other ripping your panties straight off your body.
âyeah.â you whimper, feeling so defiled at the predicament youâre in. but you like it. youâve wanted this for so long.
he takes a look at the pretty red panties, chuckling at the way youâve damn near ruined the thin piece of fabric with your arousal.
âlove me like you love me like you hate meâ
âwhenâd you get this dirty, hm? getting so wet, untouched, soaking these pretty panties. itâs a fucking shame.â
heâs fucking sadistic. how are you supposed to respond? your body heats up at the way youâre fully bared to the judging gaze of his eyes. he drops the ruined fabric somewhere near his feet, turning his attention to your core, already dripping.
âlook at you, baby.â he coos in awe, running his fingers up and down your slit, spreading you out. âi bet i could fuck you just like this, just slip right in.â
youâre so fucking embarrassed, and so fucking turned on. his fingers are just barely there, moving up and down, slipping two fingers in, pumping slowly. youâre already riled up, the simple movement drawing whines from you.
he can't believe how quickly he got you in his grasp, the way your body responds to his motions almost immediately. he sees you start to cant back onto his fingers, and it takes a second for him to realize that you want more. god, you're gonna drive him crazy.
âyou want more, hm? 2 isnât enough for you?â
âno.â you say through a moan, â âs too soft.â his fingers go still inside you, his irritation almost palpable. he doesnât say anything, you only feel him pull out just to plunge three fingers into your core, pumping rapidly.
âyou talk too fucking much, you know that? i should put that pretty mouth to use some time.â chills run through you at the prospect of doing something like this again, the thought of mark finally taking over flooding your body with warmth. his grip on your wrists tightens when you start to writhe in his grasp, his name falling from your lips in a moan.
âtake it.â he bites, keeping you in place.
âfuck.â you breathe shakily, eyes closing in a mix of pain and pleasure. mark immediately takes notice, stops his movements to speak.
he leans down beside your ear, loosening his grip on your wrists for the time being. âif itâs too much, the safeword is hazy, okay?â youâre still coherent enough to comprehend what he says, nodding in affirmation before repeating the word back to him.
âhazy.â you echo, and then his demeanor snaps back to what it was, his grip on your wrists tightens, and his fingers start their movements again. it burns in a way so unfamiliar, a way youâve wanted for so long. heâs rough, movements fast and uncaring.
âyouâre so fucking easy. got you bent over this couch and youâre not saying shit, letting me play with you the way i want.â his words just spread the pleasure through your body, and you start to rock back onto his fingers. he sees you start to cant back into him, and he laughs in awe. âoh my god, youâre so fucking filthy.â he growls. thatâs just another nail in the coffin as that familiar feeling starts to creep up on you, but in a way youâve never felt before.
âtouch me like you
touch me like you hate me"
mark takes notice immediately.
âalready? fucking pathetic.â you couldnât respond even if you wanted to, only being able to muster up whimpers of his name, chills running through your body at his words. you sob out a moan when he brings his thumb down to rub at your clit, burying your face in the back of the couch, trying to mask how wrecked heâs got you already. you think you might be able to hold on, to prove him wrong, but itâs futile as he opens his mouth again.
âall that mouth just for you to end up speechless. fucking shameful.â at his words, he curls his fingers up to hit that spot; the one thatâll have you seeing stars in seconds. you canât even fathom what heâs doing to your body, brain trying to rationalize how he can make you feel like this so soon. you let out a strangled moan, toes curling and hips rocking even faster. he works you so well, months of experience mixing with hours of frustration to send sparks straight through your body.
â âm gonna come.â you slur, shuddering and whining when he just speeds up more.
heâs silent, fingers doing everything for him. he just watches as you fuck yourself on his fingers, tightening around them. he knows youâre so, so close. he can feel it in the way you clench around his fingers, hear it in the way your moans climb louder and louder, moaning his name again in warning. âgonna come.â is all you can manage as you tense up, thighs trembling, eyes closing, and youâre building and building and building, almost high off the pleasure heâs giving you.
âcoming.â escapes your mouth in a silent whine, and you brace yourself, so ready to let go.
and then he pulls out and away, snatching your climax from you, stealing your pleasure.
âno youâre not.â he says simply, kneeling down, eye level with your core. âyouâll come when i fucking let you.â and then heâs diving into your heat, licking at your slit like heâs never tasted you before, flicking your clit with his tongue the way heâs been afraid to do. âalways wanted to bend you over and fucking ruin you. eat this sweet little pussy until youâre begging me to stop.â half of you is still reeling with the fact that mark just denied you an orgasm, something heâs never done, terrified at the premise of your orgasm being out of reach. but the other half, the half thatâs registered heâs eating you out from the back, is reeling in pleasure, feeling so dirty but so happy youâve gotten what you wanted. but something else inside you knows that youâre not getting out of this easy.
he brings a hand up to slap your ass, gripping it as he dips down to take your clit into his mouth and suck, the sound resonating throughout the room. youâre flustered, shy at the way heâs so filthily eating you out, unabashed at the way heâs face deep in your pussy and youâre bent over a couch. he kneads the flesh of your ass as he licks a stripe up your folds, bringing his other hand up to spread you open for his tongue. âso fuckinâ messy, baby. sloppy little thing.â he murmurs into your core, his words spreading the infectious hold he has you in, your entire being succumbing to his whim.
how easily heâs taken you apart.
the hand thatâs spread you open slips into you once again, curling up to stroke that spot. his head moves down to focus pleasure on your clit, the sound of him sucking echoes throughout the room again. itâs so much, your body moving back onto his tongue and fingers on its own. youâre sure heâs covered in you by now, and you would care, if you didnât know you were about to come again.
that sweet feeling of release starts to creep up on you, never fully leaving your body from your last buildup. your brain has already started to crumble, piece by piece into markâs hands, crushed by your husband in a way youâve never felt.
âlove me like you, love me like you
hate me"
âmark, iâm gonna come.â you warn, hoping heâs gonna give it to you this time, but dread seeps into your bones when you receive no response. âplease.â you beg, the thought of your high being so far away almost unbearable, body aching to let go, to give yourself over to him, to submit to the pleasure heâs spreading through your veins like a drug. his tongue flicks at your clit again and you jolt, your cheek rubbing against the fabric of the couch cushion as he circles the bud with his tongue, drawing you farther and farther into this untapped reserve of bliss. you try not to lose yourself, knowing you wonât be allowed to come, but you canât help it with the way he works you so well.
âiâm- mark iâm gonna come.â you whine, some part of you wanting him to pull away, to become what youâve wanted of him for so long. he circles your clit once, twice more, and then heâs pulling away as you start to shake again. you cry out in frustration, knowing your fate was sealed but not being able to handle it all the same.
âlittle aggression
it always sets my heart on fire
i pay attention
yeah, don't be shy, know it's in you like knivesâ
âbe quiet.â is all you hear from him as he flips you over and lays you down, yanking his shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. as he steps out of them you see heâs so painfully hard, and he has been ever since you started up this morning. youâre knocked off your rocker, brain barely registering whatâs happening. you catch his eyes as he wipes you off of his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze something youâve never seen before, pure desire mixed with something so carnal. he knocks your legs apart with his knee, kneeling between them, one leg balancing him on the floor.
he cracks a sadistic grin, looking over your body as he strokes himself, admiring the way youâre so fucked out and still wearing his shirt. he thinks he could get used to seeing you like this. red eyes, messy face, eager to be fucked senseless. he taps the tip of his cock on your stomach, almost growling at the way you moan.
âyouâre laid out like a proper fucking slut.â
you try to close your legs out of embarrassment as you whine, but heâs not having it, yanking your legs open with one hand as he leans down over you, pinning your wrists down with the other. âah ah, baby. you werenât all shy earlier. want you to be my slut now. put that pussy where your mouth was.â whereâd he learn how to talk like this? youâll figure it out later. right now, all you can do is squirm as he runs his cock up and down your folds, gripping your wrists tighter as you thrash.
âgonna fuck that shyness out of you, baby.â
and then heâs sliding in.
âyou have permission to shake my world 'til it falls down
then pick me back up, don't you know you're my guy?â
it feels almost too good as he starts to thrust in and out, your body softly jolting up the couch. his hands keeps you in place though, one hand still holding your wrists down, the other pinning your hip to the cushions. he finds his pace quickly, hips starting to drill into you.
âis this how you wanna be fucked? pinned down to a couch, legs held open?â he feels so good inside you, so different in a way you love. thereâs no sense in denying his question, body shaking as you nod as best you can with the way heâs driving into you. âsuch a dirty little thing, canât believe i have such a slut for a wife.â his hips snap into you wildly, reaching deep with every thrust. markâs brain is still clouded, arousal morphing him into something even he doesnât recognize. neither one of you could anticipate the way he wraps a hand around your throat, pressing lightly. and when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, he canât help it, angles himself over your mouth and spits.
âyou know that i love our long nights
you're starin' in my pretty brown eyes
âswallow it.â its an order, one that you obey as soon as he utters it. the way he coos at you contrasts so vividly with his rough strokes, the same man proclaiming you as his âgood little slutâ pounding into you like itâs the only thing he wants to do. whines and moans and whimpers slip from your lips to meet markâs promises to fuck you stupid, to make you think twice before ever teasing him like that again. itâs thrust after thrust after thrust, wrists probably bruised as he holds you in place, makes you take his dick the way you begged. that feeling creeps up on you again, takes hold of you until warnings spill from your mouth and your body buzzes like a live wire. and when he angles his hips, grabs yours and starts to hit that perfect spot, you know youâre done for.
âand i can see you bein' polite
but come on baby, take a long bite, bite"
âgonna come.â is all you can say, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. it builds him higher, gives him more control over you, makes him want to wreck you until all you can do is say his name over and over while he fucks you the way youâve both wanted for so long. his hand flies down to your clit at your admission, rubbing in tight circles, blanking your mind even farther. heâs determined, bringing you to the brink, fucking you right to the edge and youâre so close, so so so close-
until he slows down and his hand flies away from that bud, pulling wrecked sobs from your mouth as you thrash in his grasp, begging, pleading with him to let you come.
âfuck, please mark, i need it so bad, so so bad.â youâre babbling at this point, only needing to come, for him to give you the pleasure of that sweet release. tears slip down your face in frustration and it only satisfies mark more, shows him the power of having you like this, helpless and desperate, depraved and stripped down to nothing but a pathetic mess. the hand holding your hip grabs your face, grips your chin and forces you to look at mark in his eyes.
âlook at yourself, baby, youâre fucking pathetic. crying over some dick.â you should be embarrassed, ashamed of the way youâre damn-near groveling at his feet just for his cock, but the ability to care left you a long time ago. youâre praying to him at this point, asking him to forgive you and just let you come. heâs still gazing, almost glaring at you as he thrusts slowly, taking in the way you need him so badly, wondering why he didnât do this sooner.
âthe slut wants to come?â he murmurs, speeding up just a little, just enough to have you mewling for more. you nod before he even gets the words out, completely broken and needing nothing more than him to fuck you until youâre screaming his name. his hand slides from your chin to your lips, pushes his pointer and middle finger into your mouth until you gag, chuckling darkly at the sound. he thinks heâs never seen anything more arousing until you start to suck. he canât quite process the way youâre so open to everything heâs doing to. youâre spread open on a couch, hands pinned down and sucking on his fingers, wearing his fucking shirt, taking everything he gives you and begging for more.
youâve fucked his mind up too much now. heâs so far gone. you can see his eyes glaze over as he speeds up again, raises up to grab your hips with one hand, fucks into you with new purpose. he still wants to punish you, to take out the frustration that you gave him with your silly little antics. but thereâs also something new in him. he wants to make you come now. he wants to take from you until heâs satisfied, until you canât fucking think. and thatâs exactly what heâs gonna do.
âfuck me, baby, youâre such a dirty little thing. sucking on my fingers while i fuck this slutty little pussy.â youâre floating now, the praise and the degradation and the way heâs fucking you like youâre nothing but a toy all mixes together, sending you places youâve never been before. youâre not speaking right, babbling and cooing, mixes of please and markâs name spilling from your mouth. heâs building you up again, impossibly high, pleasure shooting through every nerve in your body until you canât feel where you end and this feeling begins. his grip on your hip is the only thing grounding you, tight enough to bruise, to leave marks youâll admire tomorrow.
his hips seem to never falter, determined to get you there, to fuck you up as bad as you have him. heâs got you close now, teetering over the edge of a cliff that you need so badly for him to plunge you headfirst off of.
âc-close.â you attempt to warm, though it comes out garbled and choppy from the way he fucks you with no remorse, holds nothing back from you. he pushes his fingers down into your throat once more, relishing the way you gag, before he brings them down to your clit, circling how you taught him way back when. your body wants to cave in, to run from the pleasure, but mark stops you as soon as he sees that, whispers âtake it babyâ and pushes your hip down, pinning you to the couch once again. itâs building up with a vengeance this time, you know youâre screwed. and when mark leans down next to your ear and gives you that one command, youâre done.
âcome.â
itâs something youâve never felt before, the satisfaction of being given an orgasm that youâve been denied. it spreads through you like honey, the sweet feeling taking over your senses until you can only shake and whine and choke out attempts at his name while he fucks you through it, doesnât stop his thrusts or his circles on your clit. itâs almost maddening, the way heâs dunked you into this unfathomable pool of pure fucking pleasure, the way it fills your nose and throat and mouth with screams, and your eyes with tears, and your body with shakes until youâre nothing but a mess beneath him.
you donât regret a thing. you donât regret the teasing, the edging, the way heâs talking to you. it was all worth it. itâs worth it now, as he talks you through it, tells you how fucking filthy you look like this, shaking and crying. you can barely even hear him as wave after wave hits you, clouds your mind, makes him sound like heâs speaking through a fog, barely registering a word he said.
this is what he wanted. this is what he used to fear if his mind got too hazy.
âyou're fallin' for me, baby
i know i make you crazy
like when the clouds are hazy
you like to smell my daisies"
he has no fear now, though, not as he keeps rocking his hips into you even after your orgasm subsides. he wants to see you come again, needs it like fire needs air. he wants to fuck you stupid now. and thatâs exactly what heâs going to do.
you donât even get to come down as he picks his pace up again, frees you from his grip and maneuvers your legs over his shoulders.
âi used to be so scared to fuck you like this, but you always get what you want, yeah? youâll do anything for some dick, even slut yourself out.â you try to respond, but all you can do is whine as he plows into you, hands slotted into the space between your legs and your hips. fuck, he knows just what to say to bring you to ruin, what buttons to press and what spots to hit. it's so obvious, as he angles his hips to hit that spot once again, that you are his to control. youâre putty in his hands now, only able to react to everything he does; itâs senseless, the way he has reduced you to nothing but feelings.
and youâve done the same to him, chipped away at his reasoning and sound mind until all that is left of him is pure want. mark can no longer tell where the want ends and he begins. in this plane youâve sent him to, in this state of mind heâs in, there is no rational thought. there is only the need to fuck you, the need to make you come until youâre as fucked in the head as he is now.
the only thing grounding him is you. the way you whine and moan for him, your mad clawing at his shirt as you try to bring your being back down to earth, and how fucking good you feel as he thrusts into you like a man gone mad. and really, he has, driven even farther into this headspace when you start to warn him of your impending orgasm, your whines breaking through the fog and setting him on the solid ground that is making you come again.
âgonna come.â
you can see the determination radiating off of him, feel it in his strokes and his circles on your clit, hear it in his tone. âbe a good slut and come again. if you canât do shit else, i know you can come for me.â
fuck, youâre done. how does he do it? how does he know what words to string together to bring you to and over the edge? youâll think about that later; now, as he works you through another orgasm, you have no thoughts. you are not yourself, you are just what mark has made of you. and thatâs fine. god, itâs more than fine. itâs almost sinful with how perfect this feels, shivers and shakes racking through your body while mark treats you the way youâve longed to be, talks you through it, murmurs âsuch a fucking slutâ into your ear. and then heâs pulling out, turning you over, bringing you so close to where you started.
âi can see that you wanna
i smell on your cologne
be tough now, don't be lazy
come love be like you hate me"
this is almost how it all began, face down in the back of the couch, ass in the air for mark. this time, though, youâre face down in the cushions, gasping for breath. he gives you no reprieve, enters you just as quickly as he slipped out, starts his pace up again. itâs too much, your brain canât handle the way he sinks the pleasure into your skin, the way he just wonât stop. âmark, mark, oh my god, please.â you beg, whine, cry, just needing to express what heâs doing to you, the way heâs fucked you up so bad. he doesnât care, doesnât wanna hear you beg for him to stop after what you pulled earlier, the way you fucked with him to make him like this.
âshut the fuck up.â rips from the back of his throat as he grabs an arm to pin behind your back, pushing you farther into the couch. tears slip down your cheeks as he just keeps fucking you, plowing into your hole like itâs hard-wired into his brain. you turn your head sideways to breathe and catch a glimpse of his face, barely recognizing the look gracing his features. âtake this dick and thank me for it.â he says at the sight of your tear-stained face, the way you silently beg him to give you some slack. heâs merciless, the way he treats you. unrelenting in his thrusts, angry with them. he canât help but speak his mind now, not scared to go there with you.
âyouâre such a slut, but i think you know that. all i wanted to do was be nice to you, but you didnât want that, did you baby?â heâs patronizing with his tone, grip bruising your arm and hip, fucking into you like itâs all he wants to do. âwalked your pretty ass around here in those tiny little panties, doing whatever you could to piss me off.â he moves his hand from your hip to your hair, yanking it again, leaning down to speak directly into your ear, to make sure his words hit you head-on. âis this what you wanted, baby? wanted me to fuck you senseless? pound this little pussy until youâre begging me to stop?â
a long, drawn out whine leaves you in response. itâs all you can manage.
itâs all so much, the way his hips angle to hit that spot pushing your farther into this pain-laced pleasure. all you can do is whine and moan and whimper while he fucks you the way youâve always wanted, the way heâs always wanted. you can feel your orgasm building up once again, soft pleaseâs leaving your mouth, markâs treatment an assault on your senses. it only pushes mark farther into that hazy headspace, makes him fuck you harder and deeper and rougher, taking you higher and higher the way you begged for. heâs not hearing you whine, doesnât want to hear shit from you since you wanted this so bad. âshut the fuck up.â he growls again through clenched teeth, and youâre so close to coming again, and god it hurts so good, âslut,â hand moving from your hip to slap your ass, bringing you right to the edge. âyou wanted me to take you like a whore and thatâs exactly what iâm doing. show me you can take this dick exactly the way you said.â
âhate me
it's okay, baby, if you love a little too hard for meâ
itâs too much for you, feels like all you senses are on 10, every little thing mark says and does overloading your brain and body even more. your thighs clench almost involuntarily as you feel his hand snake around you to abuse that swollen bud once again, and itâs all way too heavy. the way mark whispers things you never thought youâd hear from him into your ear, the way heâs rubbing directly on the spot inside you, the circles he rubs onto your clit, they all bring you over the edge. you climax again, markâs name leaving your mouth for the hundredth time today, eyes rolling back so hard it hurts. he fucks you through it, leaning down to kiss you, tasting the salt from your tears on his tongue. itâs the first time heâs been gentle with you since the kitchen, but you know heâs not done with the way heâs still slowly rocking into you, never stopped his thrusts. you meet his lips with yours, indulging in the softness he grants you.
âfor me, kiss me a little harder, little harder now
touch me a little harder, like woahâ
âlook at you, coming nice and hard for me.â his words sound like theyâre coming through a fog as he starts his pace again, raising back up, grabbing your hips and yanking you back onto his cock. âyouâre gonna give me another one, baby, one more.â you canât deny him, body limp in pleasure as he takes and takes and takes from you like a man starved. every thrust shoots more and more pleasure through your body, spreading through you like a drug. his words make it no better as he rambles off, praises and degrading mixing until you canât tell whatâs what. âmy good whore, coming again and again for me. i should have fucked you like this sooner.â he receives no response from your broken form, only hears dumb whines and pathetic whimpers.
âhave i fucked you stupid, pretty girl? my dumb little whore canât even handle what she asked for. thatâs too bad baby, cause youâre gonna take this dick until i say youâre done.â itâs like youâre floating, sensations taking over until all you can do is feel. feel his cock stroking against that spot with every push of his hips, feel the way you jolt with every thrust, feel his hand snake into your hair to meet your back with his chest, resting his head on your shoulder. one hand wraps around your waist while the other moves to your clit again, pulling you tighter to him when you jerk away. âyouâre my dumb, stupid, silly little cockdrunk whore, yeah? gonna fuck you stupid all the time.â
you canât manage anything but garbled moans of his name, body shaking, head falling back onto his shoulder, hands grabbing at anything they can reach. âyouâre gonna take it like this, anytime i want, over and over again.â his hips slam into yours over and over and over again, relentlessly, like theyâll never stop. your brain can barely comprehend the feeling of yet another climax building up, and your cries turn to sobs as you brace yourself for it again.
âcanât take another one, mark, âs too much.â
heâs not having that.
âyes you can, baby. you can and you will. now be a good whore and come.â
and you canât deny him.
itâs too much for you. but itâs so fucking good. your head swims like thereâs no air left in the world, and maybe there isnât. you canât tell with the way mark has fucked you into this.. whatever this is. itâs beyond an orgasm, beyond a climax. this is an unraveling of your very being, a crushing and breaking of every coherent thought you have in your mind. you think you feel him lower you down to bend back over the couch, but you canât really be sure; not with the way the pleasure is coursing through your veins like a drug. you can still feel him thrusting into you, his movements turned slow and deep.
âgood girl, you did so good for me.â heâs more gentle now, caging your body in with his as he speeds up just a bit. his change of pace is welcome, your body basically on fire with the gasoline mark has fed you since he bent you over the couch. heâs not done though. he wants one more out of you.
âjust one more, baby.â you canât even resist. youâre damn-near limp in pleasure, still taking everything heâs giving you. you can feel yourself climbing that peak, youâre so sensitive that it wonât take much to bring you over the edge again. youâre like an exposed nerve, free for mark to poke and prod and do what he wants with you. you feel him place soft kisses on your neck, leaving little praises in between them.
âkiss me a little harder, little harder now
nowâ
âyouâre so good for me baby, taking everything i give you.â itâs almost unfair, the way just a couple of words from him could wind you up so far. you canât even comprehend the effect he has on you as he fucks you up to yet another high. âyou came in with those pretty little panties on and you were teasing me and i just couldnât help myself. god, youâre so beautiful.â
somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder how this man is the same one from less than a minute ago, but you feel too good to even care. and when he reaches under you to tweak at your oh-so-sensitive bud, itâs hard to understand the control he has over your body. how are you even able to come again after what heâs done to you? and thatâs exactly what you ask him.
âiâm gonna come again, daddy, how am i gonna come again?â it just slips out without you knowing, and it takes mark by surprise. itâs welcome, though, and it only takes him a second before heâs using that to bring you to ruin too.
âbecause youâre daddyâs perfect little slut. now be a good girl for daddy and come.â
and who are you to not follow his every command? you come with small shakes and whimpers this time, whispers of âdaddyâ leaving your mouth. mark isnât too far behind you, finally letting go after so long. you feel him fill you up and it just adds to the sweetness, your walls tightening, almost milking him. he praises you through both of your orgasms, tells you how good you were for him, how youâre âdaddyâs good slut.â itâs silent in the living room as you both come down, stuck to each other like glue while you bask in the heat of your high. mark shifts behind you as he slowly pulls out with a hiss, and you whimper with him. he gently turns you over to lay on your back, placing a kiss on your forehead as he settles you down.
âfallin' for me, baby
(fallin' for me)
like when the clouds are hazy"
(when they're hazy, when they're hazy, when they're hazy)"
you think youâre finally done. until he makes his way down your body, propping your legs open just a bit.
âi know i said just one more, baby, but i never got to make you come on my tongue. just give daddy one more.â
you canât resist when he uses that name for himself, so you just nod, giving him permission to break you one last time.
âjust one more, daddy, canâ take anymore.â
heâs already lapping at your core, sliding his tongue in between your folds, using the remnants of both of your orgasms to make the slide easier. âi know, baby, daddyâs just gotta take care of his girl a little more.â he brings a hand to smooth down the leg set on the back of the couch as you start to shake and whine, comforting you as he takes you apart with his tongue once more. âsuch a sweet little pussy, taste so good for me.â you look down as he speaks, and the sight that greets you is something like no other. he has a mix of both of your come on his lips as he licks up your slit, swirls his tongue around your clit the way you love. youâre close again, never even having gone down from your high.
âyou can come whenever you want, baby.â is all he says before he dips back down, licks and sucks until you unravel once more, small shivers traveling through your body. and then itâs like a switch has flipped as he kisses up your body until he reaches your face, brushes your hair out of your face, placing a small kiss on your lips.
you just barely kiss back, way too blissed out to even try to comprehend what just happened. you muster a small smile as your eyes open just a little, meeting markâs soft gaze, the one you know so well.
âhi, baby.â his eyes and smile are full of love and admiration like they always are. you bring your hand up to comb through his hair, more of his warm face coming into your view.
âhi, markie.â you respond with a blissed out lilt, and he swears heâs never seen anything more beautiful.
âhow are you?â he sounds almost worried. was he too much?
âiâm fine. more than fine, actually.â you can feel the sigh of relief escape his lungs, his entire body releasing tension.
âthat was .. something.â he starts, and you have to subdue a chuckle at his obviously amazed tone.
âyeah. you were something as well. i didnât even know you could talk like that, to be honest.â heâs earnest with his words as he agrees with you, his switch into ..whatever that was as jaw-dropping to him as it is to you.
âi just.. when you walked into the living room and you were wearing my shirt and those panties and you started teasing me i just couldnât take it. and then when you said what you said in the kitchen.. it was like.. my mind just went hazy.â the room is silent as you take in his words, half of you feeling bad about your antics, the other half still in awe at what just occurred.
âwell, i guess i know how to get you to act like this again.â
his eyes darken.
ânext time, i wonât need convincing at all. why would i pass up a chance to get you so pliant in my hands again?â
âi can see that you wanna
be tough now, don't be lazy
come love, love"
youâve started something. and now, he wonât hesitate to finish it.
and thatâs it!
a.note i first started this fic on september 15, 2021 and i finished it october 1st of this year. iâve edited it ever since october 1st and only one other person has read it. no one has ever read my edited version. well, until now! hope you enjoyed :).
GENRE: absolute fluffâ with a hint of suggestiveness!
WARNINGS: kissing, cuddling, mark and y/n have a three year old, jealousy and slight possessiveness between mark and the child.
âof course we can go look for dinosaurs later! and then, after we should look for the tickle monster.â you suggest to your son who coos in amazement.
âi think the monster is under the bedâ what do you think, momma?â you giggle and sit up, looking down at him with a smirk. âmaybe momma is the tickle monster.â
âwhat, mommaâ?â the boy yells and then giggles loudly while squirming as you lightly dig your fingers into his sides and his ribs. âmâmomma!â he giggles and attempts to curl up.
a groan scares the two of you causing the two of you to scream. âgosh, what is all this noise?â your husband, mark, sits up with an open jaw and his hand rubbing his eyes. âoops, we woke daddy up, momma.â your son gasps.
âsorry, darlinâ. didnât mean to wake you upâ me and rubin were just messing around.â the boy nods quickly. âyeah! and, did you know mommaâs the tickle monster?!â marks chuckle comes out deep and slightly raspy.
âmomma isnât the tickle monster,â mark held an evil smirk on his lips. âdaddy is.â you and your son gasp before mark grabs the two of you with an evil laugh.
âno, no! daddyâs the tickle monster!â the three of you giggle and squirm around as mark repeatedly digs his fingers into your side and rubins side.
rubin slips under through mark and slips through the gap between his legs. âwhaâ? still have one left.â mark licks his lips and raises his eyebrows before attacking you.
âmark!â you laugh and tickle mark back. âmy god!â you gasp when feeling his lips hit your jaw and then your lips and then your neck.
âhey!â rubin squeals from the side of the bed. âdaddy, stop kissing mommy! only i can kiss mommy.â you place a hand on marks chest and look at your son. âonly kisses from rubin?â rubin nods with his arms crossed and a pout.
you look up at mark who stares down at you with the same poutâ god, they looked so much alike.
âyou heard the boy.â mark glares at the boy. âmommy, is mine.â mark looks down at you and presses a quick peck on your lips making you lightly shriek. âdaddy! no!â rubin stomps his foot and whines.
âyes, rubin.â mark teases the boy and then presses another peck on your lips. âthatâs not fair!â rubin steps forward and attempts to pull the two of you apart only for mark to bring his lips back down to your lips.
rubin whines and tosses himself on the ground. ânot fair.â mark groans into the kiss and you place a hand on his chest. ârubin,â you turn to the boy who has glistening eyes. âyou hungry, baby?â he sniffles and nods. âokay, letâs go make you some yummy food, yeah?â he nods and sits up.
âcmon,â you reach behind mark and pat his ass. âletâs go find some stuff to make.â mark clicks his tongue and presses another kiss on you before sitting up.
ârubin, help mommy.â you fake a groan and pout. âdaddy, get off mommy.â rubin pulls your hand and grunts while attempting to yank you away from mark. âmm, i donât think so. mommy feels like a cuddly teddy bear.â mark leans back down and wraps his arms around you, again.
you tsk with a grin before pushing mark, again. âstop messinâ with him, heâs just a baby.â you glare and shove mark to the side. âheâs three?!â mark shrieks. âexactlyâ a baby!â you climb off the bed and reach back, pulling on the thin fabric stuck up your ass.
âcmon, mommy. letâs go away from daddy.â rubin drags you out the room while mark watches and follows shortly.
A/N: this is a short one-shot but, happy readings, bbys! thank you to the anon who requested this!
Hello!! Can I request nct 127 reaction to you being jealous because another girl is using their hoodie :) I love ur writings!! And I hope you are having a great day!! đ
hi!! yes, you can :) thank you sm, hope you're also having a great day and enjoy it!
Ï NCT 127 REACTION TO THEIR S/O GETTING JEALOUS OVER THEIR HOODIE Ï
TAEYONG
this poor boy would lend his hoodie because he felt bad for the other girl
you couldn't even get mad at him
his puppy eyes broke your heart
"but she was cold"
you hugged him but still looked over at her with blood eyes
TAEIL
he had no idea that you didn't like that girl in the first place
so he borrowed to her naturally
"are you okay?"
he asked when noticed you being cold towards him
you looked at him and then at the girl, without saying a word
then he realized
"oh! i didn't even noticed that was her, i'm sorry, i'm gonna get it back"
JOHNNY
when you saw another girl with his hoodie
which was your favorite
you immediately thought that he did it on purpose
"what is she doing with your hoodie?"
he looked at you confused but then realized
"are you jealous over a hoodie, baby?"
he smiled and hugged you tightly
"why do you care for a hoodie when you have me? a big man who will hold you until you're not cold anymore?"
YUTA
you don't know why, but he loves to tease you
but this time wasn't on purpose, but you didnt imagine that
"do you really think this is gonna work? i won't get jealous over a hoodie"
spoiler: you were jealous
he laughed and kissed your cheek
"i didn't do that to tease you, but since you're jealous..."
"shut up, yuta!"
DOYOUNG
you felt bad when you saw him borrowing your favorite hoodie to another girl
but didn't say anything, you stayed very quiet instead
and he noticed it
"are you okay, my love?"
you pressed your lips together and nodded, looking at the girl for a second
"i think i got jealous over your hoodie"
you say without looking in his eyes
he laughed and hugged you
"there's no need to be jealous, i'm all yours"
JAEHYUN
he's known for being very attractive and flirty
so that's the reason why you got jealous
you trust him, but you knew deep inside that the girl thought that he might have a crush on her
you looked at him and then at the girl
"looks like she likes your perfume"
he looked over at the girl and laughed a little
"well that's because i smell good"
he said while hugging you from behind
"it's just a piece of clothing, i'm yours and only"
JUNGWOO
poor innocent boy, he was only helping the girl
"she was feeling cold"
you sigh and nod your head
"yeah, she should've brought her hoodie then"
he look at you with puppy eyes and you can't help but smile
"okay, i'll try to not get more jealous over it, after all your my boyfriend and not hers"
Ï 16:06 Ï your boyfriend sent you a text five minutes ago asking you if you could come over, you, with your towel on your body meaning that you had just come out of the shower, texted him back:
be there in 10 min :) 16:10
you heard haechan say "come in" as soon as you knocked on his bedroom door. you opened and saw your boyfriend with his headphones on and completely focused on the game playing in his computer.
a view that you did not expected, when your boyfriend called you over you thought you two would do something more than that, you haven't felt his warm body against yours for a long time now, since all he has been doing is working and playing games.
"hi babe" he said and signaled with his hands for you to sit on his lap, you put your phone on his bed and went next to him.
he pulled you by your waist and placed you on his thighs, you were facing him while he was facing the game.
you couldn't deny that the position was perfect for you to get turned on, which you did, in fact. you tried to, somehow, not let it bother you or your boyfriend, but all you really wanted was to ride him.
when you turn around to see what he was playing you noticed that he was not playing alone, but with his friends. so, like a lamp, your brain gives you a not very innocent idea.
you start to slowly scratch his nape with your nails and also pull his hair softly. haechan shivers but doesn't say anything, so you keep on doing that while you start to kiss his neck.
you slowly move your lips from his neck to his earlobe, biting and sucking it. your boyfriend sighted and muted himself.
"what are you doing, princess?" you left a red mark on his neck before answering him "teasing you, hyuck"
he grabs your hips and you, without realizing, starts to move them, making your boyfriend close his eyes "when i finish this round i swear i will fuck you until morning" he says and you can you feel your pussy getting more and more wetter.
you don't stop moving your hips and finishing the round didn't sound interesting for haechan anymore "feels so good" you move his headphone to whisper on his ear.
he bites his lips and warns you "i'm going to talk to the boys now, don't do anything, princess" he says and clicks on the mute button to unmute himself. you look over at his computer and he does continue to play.
you roll your eyes, and grabs him by his hair, which took him by surprise making him moan against the headphone's mic.
you slightly laughed and haechan tried his best to make up an excuse for his friends "sorry, i accidentally kicked the chair"
he looks at you and grabs your ass, and you can see that he was holding himself for not slapping your ass.
"hyuck, are you done already?" you ask loud enough for his friends to hear you, he smiles while hearing his friends teasing him on the mic "i'm almost done, baby"
he slightly slapped your thigh, telling you to get up, but when you were about to leave and wait for him on the bed he grabbed your waist once again, but this time making you sit only on his left thigh.
you looked over at him and caught him smirking, you bite your lips to hold a moan when he moved his leg, making contact with your pussy.
since you were wearing a baggy shorts, it wasn't even necessary to take them off. you start to ride his thigh like it was the last thing you'd do in your life.
you hold his chair to keep your balance and haechan finally finishes the round, you watch him take off his headphone and turn off the computer. he holds you by your waist and moves his leg again.
"fuck, y/n. i can feel how wet you are." you take his lips with yours and kiss him passionately, your tongues are moving as fast as your hips.
"look at this" he says when you get up and leave a wet spot on his pants, you shyly smiles and pulls him to bed.
he takes his hoodie first and then kneel down in front of you, he pulls you closer to him. your legs are on the end of the bed and your feet are almost touching the ground, until haechan puts them on his shoulders.
you lay on your elbows and you can tell that your boyfriend is enjoying the view since he hasnât done anything for a while.
his hands starts to caress your inner thighs and you breathe anxious, he chuckles and starts to play with your folds with his middle finger, you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the moment.
his mouth leaves bites all over your thighs and he then finally licks your pussy, his tongue playing with your clit, you breathe heavily and move your hips to have more contact with his wet muscle.
your body felt heavy and fell on the bed when your boyfriend started to eat you out like it was his last meal, your moans were loud but you couldnât care less, haechan was doing such a good job that you couldnât stay quiet.
and even after youâve come on his mouth he didnât stop, you rolled your eyes and felt your next orgasm coming âh-hyuck!â you moaned his name and he moaned against your pussy.Â
âiâm gonna cum again, fuck!â you sceamed and your boyfriend didnât stop any second, when he started to lick over your sensitive clit while his fingers curled inside of you and you cried out âtoo much, i-i canât take it...â
he then stopped to breathe well and so did you, he slapped your wet sex and you bite your lip, he came close and whispered on your ear as he started to slowly play with your pussy again âi wanât to make you cum until you canât even think straightâÂ
you were sure that your thoughts were already messy, but you knew that wasnât enough for haechan. he rubbed his fingers on your wetness once more before taking his pants off, his hard member hitting his stomach.
he smirked and looked at you to be sure that you were ready, you smiled and he starts to push himself inside of you, you grabbed his arm and he stopped moving.
âno, donât stop!â he did as you said and when he was fully inside of you he gave you some time to get used to the feeling. you moved your hips as a sign and he started to move his own.
you looked at your boyfriend and kissed him, and while you were kissing he started to rub your clit with his finger again, you moaned against his lips as he moved his finger faster and faster.
you laid your head down and felt your next orgasm coming again âare you close already, princess? i havenât even started yet. are you going to wait for me?â he kissed your spot low your ear.
âi- fuck! canât...â you tried to speak but his hips hitting yours was all your mind was focusing, he grabbed your waist and started to fuck you rougher. all you could do was scream his name, you tried to holding it in and wait for him but you couldnât take anymore.
âoh look at you. i thought you were going to wait for me, baby. i guess youâll have to take me until i cum too, donât you think so too?â he said and moved his hips again, hitting your spot non-stop.Â
now you can feel tears falling off your face, you were feeling so good that you thought you could crash at any second. but you didnât, haechan fucked you dumb and made you cum until you couldnât think straight, just like he said.
when he came, he laid down next to you and laughed at you âare you okay, babe?â you smiled and nodded âyou said you wanted to make me cum until i canât think straight, well you did itâ
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