(part 2 here) where all of the dreamies are super disgusting nasty filthy and can fuck and degrade you whenever wherever they want…
casually hanging out together just for jaemin and jeno to pull your shirt up skirt down and eat you out in the middle of a conversation.
purposefully taking you to eat out just so they can press on your cunny and your plug in front of the waiter making you squirm.
waking up every morning with jisung’s long thick fingers in you while he eats you out, all wet messy and gross
falling asleep every night with hyuck’s cock deep within you, cockwarming him all night
them being bored and casually asking you to strip and masturbate in front of them all, cuz why wouldnt you? ur just for their use after all…
force you to wear a dildo throughout the day in both your holes just so you’re nice and stretched all day long for all of their cocks.
jeno and jaemin double penetrating you in the back of the car with jaem’s hand round your neck and jeno leaving marks on your ass.
the only breakfast you’re allowed is their cum….and dont worry they keep your tummy nice and full and more ways than one
hyuck gaming with you on his lap and his fingers deep in your messy cunt.
jisung acting all shy before but once he gets a taste of your cunt, hes fucking you on every surface possible.
mark pulling you down onto your knees, skullfucking you. he doesnt care if you gag or choke, hes gonna deepthroat you all he wants.
you’re free use after all, so you dont need to consent you’re just a common hole for them anywhere all the time.
if hyuck wants to finger you publicly while you deepthroat jaem, you dont really have a choice, and you love it really.
jisung waking you up shyly in the middle of the night cuz hes just so hard and before you know hes thrusting so deep that you can see the bulge on your tummy.
mark spreading you open on the kitchen table in the middle of a conversation, while fucking you so hard and rough that you cant sit straight for the next day.
hyuck being super gross and disgusting, drinking up all your juices, cum, spit, piss, you name it and he wants it in his mouth.
you’re just their pretty little sex toy, they keep all your holes nice and full, and you only drink their cum whenever you’re thirsty.
all of them fucking you whenever they want, no matter where they are, and you just have to say yes, be a tight fuck hole for all of them…..
hii everyone, im samara, this is my first piece of writing, i have never written before so this was really awkward and im lowkey nervouss. i wrote this mostly for myself, hope you enjoy my filthy disgusting gooner thoughts too!! pls share ur thoughts on asks (ps part 2 is so much better)
user 1: they're totally dating! just look at the way they talk about their s/o's, yn and mark are TOGETHER
↳ user 2: lol ur so delusional
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SYNOPSIS ⋮ becoming a lifestyle youtuber meant that you began gaining a bigger fanbase the more popular your videos got. along with that came speculations of your personal life, like the question of your partners identity. because of the secrecy your fans begin to ship you with another lifestyle youtuber, one who just happens to be your actual partner. OR ⋮ in which you and mark slowly soft launch your relationship that your fans have no idea about.
PAIRING ⋮ youtuber!mark x youtuber!fem!reader
CAST ⋮ all of nct dream, hyunjin from loossemble, taerae from zerobaseone, sofia from katseye, and riku from nct wish
GENRE ⋮ est. relationship, influencer au, social media au, soft launch, fluff, very chronically online humor
WARNINGS ⋮ sensitive online people, drinking, profanity, death threats, kys/kms jokes, random cameos from all the neos, more tba
STATUS ⋮ hiatus
TAGLIST 1 & 2 ⋮ both open, perma tl will also be tagged so feel free to join here. just send a reply here or ask !!
A/N ⋮ haihai my first smau on here kinda nervy..... im gonna try to update this everyday but i wont promise anything also this is gonna be maybe 10 to 15 chapters so its not gonna be very long :p still very excited to write it I HOPE U GUYS TUNE IN!!!
🔮 preview. Relationships have always been tricky in the past; you’ll always have to hide the demon slayer part of your life away from partners, but with Mark, you don’t have to do that. Your family has also been hard on any boyfriends you’ve had… You guess that’s the one thing that will be worse, but then again, they don’t have to ever know Mark is a demon-
tw/cw. Unprotected sex, foreplay, pussy eating, Mark is good at eating pussy, worship, body worship, grinding, dirty talk, praise, mutual orgasms, multiple reader orgasms, multiple sex positions, etc… I petnames: (his) dork.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.1k
🍭 aus. demon!Mark, Dork!Mark, Frat AU, Demonhunter! reader etc…
☀️ mlist + an. Low key thought this would be a cute and fun little Halloween fic :) it’s a bit of crack, but cute shit too.
One:
When you agreed to a blind date, it had primarily been to get your friend Jungwoo off your back. He’d insisted that he had found the perfect guy for you- whether you were looking for a man or not, hadn’t really been part of the conversation.
After a week of Jungwoo hounding you about his super cute, semi-antisocial, unassuming English Major roommate, you’d finally cracked, so here you are, at a movie theater to watch an October horror movie with Mark Lee.
You have to admit, Jungwoo’s assessment of Mark was pretty spot on. The guy had been visibly anxious as you’d entered the theater, and now, in the heat of the film, he has his hoodie pulled all the way up to nearly block his eyes as he watches with terror. It radiates off of him, and as a kinesiology major with a family history of demon hunting, you’re pretty well-versed in sensing these kinds of negative emotions.
You hate to be that person who kind of revels in the person next to you being scared of the movie, especially when this whole zombie thing is pretty mundane and overdone as far as you’re concerned. Peaking at Mark in the periphery of your vision, you do your best not to laugh when the audience jumps, and when Mark tugs his hoodie even higher, blocking his eyes, you fight the need to sigh.
As the climax of the film erupts into chaos, you turn to look at Mark, and what you see makes your heart lurch, your skin heating. Mark’s eyes are no longer their normal chocolate brown; instead, they are a fiery red, and you know almost immediately what that means.
Your instincts tell you he’s a demon. Sure, he could be a vampire, but you’ve seen him in the sun, and vampires are rare at universities and schools, no matter what Twilight wants people to think.
Werewolves usually have golden eyes, unless they’re alphas, and the man next to you is definitely not an alpha.
No. This unassuming, cutie boy English major is a demon, of that, you are almost certain.
Your muscles tense, your body wanting to spring into action, but your mind makes you stop. Sure, he has red eyes, but does this scenario really make that much sense? Most demons are cocky assholes; they definitely don’t shyly isolate themselves and hide their eyes at horror films.
Something isn’t adding up, and you need to find out what it is before you do anything drastic.
The movie ends, the lights turn on, and you force your body to relax as you turn to look at Mark.
“That was fun,” he tells you, but you can see his smile isn't genuine. “So… should we walk home?”
You’re part of a sorority in the same way he is part of a frat, so you live fairly close to each other. You have your hunter weapon hidden in the back of your jeans, so you’re not worried that this scardy cat demon is going to pull a quick one on you while you walk home.
The two of you exit the on-campus movie theater, heading toward the Greek Village, which is only a short distance away.
“So, uh, zombie films,” Mark says, trying to strike up a conversation.
“It was kind of bleh,” you remark.
“Yeah, bleh,” Mark echoes, pretending he wasn’t hiding with fear the entire movie.
It’s as if the universe wants to call his bluff, because the wind picks up, and the trees next to the path creek eerily, making Mark jump. He latches onto your arm like a terrified kitten, staring into the darkness as if he expects a zombie to appear.
“You know, you can cut the whole ‘I’m a scared English major’ act,” you sigh.
“Huh?” Mark blinks at you.
“I saw your eyes in the movie theater,” you point out.
“No, you didn’t,” Mark argues. “My eyes were covered for most of the movie.”
“Fuck you,” you tell him, ripping your arm away from his grasp and pulling out your dagger, “you’re a demon!”
Mark takes two large steps back, his eyes widening, hands coming up to protect himself. “Whoa! Okay, fine, twist my arm, I’m a demon!”
“What the fuck are you doing parading around as an English major fratboy?” you ask, wanting to make sense of the odd puzzle that has been dropped into your lap.
“Funny story, actually,” Mark winces, rubbing the back of his neck. “You see… I’m a bad demon. And I don’t mean bad as in evil, I mean bad as in… bad. Like. I suck at it. I can hardly use my powers. I was banished from Hell because I’m so shit at what I do. I don’t like hurting people or seeing people in pain, and I actually kind of love Shakespeare and all things human, and-”
“Jesus, I get the picture,” you sigh, lowering your knife. “You’re a failure at the very thing you were created for.”
“I mean, if you want to be rude about it,” Mark says quietly.
“So you don’t kill people?”
“I killed one like a thousand years ago, and it sucks and still haunts me.”
“You don’t do devilish things?”
“I mean, sometimes if Jungwoo is annoying me too much, I cook really smelly food and it fills our room and then he has to leave.”
You stare at him blankly. “Fuck it. I’m letting you go. But a few of my cousins are in my sorority, and we come from a family of demon hunters. If you want to stay alive, or whatever it is that you demons do, don’t be fucking stupid, okay? No red eye bullshit, like… seriously, learn to control your eyes or something, dude.”
Mark blinks, registering what you’ve just said. “So… I’m guessing no second date?”
You laugh. “Not in your wildest dreams, you fucking dork."
Two:
It’s been two weeks since your odd run-in with the demon-not-demon English major who calls himself Mark Lee. And for some reason, you can’t get him out of your mind.
You were taught from a young age that demons don’t have any redeemable qualities, that the satanic apple doesn’t fall too far from the satanic tree- but Mark? He doesn’t fit that assessment at all.
If his brethren are from the tree of evil, Mark is a weak branch from a willow; no wonder he had been cast out of Hell.
You’ve been meaning to bump into Mark, so when you see him walking back toward the frat, you hurry to catch up. “Hey!” you call, grabbing his attention.
Mark’s eyes widen, and he walks even faster, making you groan as you increase your pace.
“Dork!” you say, louder this time.
The bad demon stops, releasing a deep sigh. “What?”
“Listen, my sorority is planning to attend your frat’s Halloween party this week, and three of my cousins will be there.”
“Okay? So?”
“So… unless you want one of them to discover what you are, you have to like… I don’t know, cover your stupid face or something.”
Mark stares at you for a moment. “You’re bullying me,” he says finally.
“I’m making sure you stay alive, loser,” you snap back. “I don’t even know why I bothered.”
Mark releases a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll dress up as a ghost. Put a sheet over my stupid face, and I won’t let your cousins kill me. Happy now?”
You can only laugh. “Sure.”
Three:
When you get to the frat party, the first thing you do is look for Mark. It only takes a few minutes for you to notice a man in a white sheet, and you breathe a sigh of relief. So the Dork had followed your instructions and covered his face, more importantly, his uncontrollable demon eyes.
Trying to relax, you head to get a drink. Parties aren’t necessarily your thing. With so many years of being taught to watch your surroundings for danger, it takes a bit of booze to calm you down in situations like this one.
But even as you finish one beer and move onto a second, your demon slayer senses are tingling, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch a man with a real pumpkin on his head. It’s a bit of an odd costume- but you decide to brush it off… only, the man seems to be following you around the party.
You keep track of where he is, and after five minutes of him tracing your steps, you decide you’re not just being paranoid. With a sigh, you leave the busy living room turned dance floor and find one of the quieter bathrooms down the hall by the bedrooms.
Hiding behind the door there, you wait for the pumpkin head man, and when he pushes into the small space, you pounce. Your muscles tense, training kicking in as you throw the man against the wall, holding him there by the back of his neck.
“Why are you following me?!” you demand.
“Whoa, slow down!” he says, words muffled by the massive pumpkin over his head. “It’s me! Mark!”
You pause, staring at him, then you release his neck, stepping back so the bad demon can turn to face you.
“Why are you inside a pumpkin?” you ask. “I told you to be a ghost!”
“Well, you see, Taeyong is frat president, and he wanted to be a ghost, so it’s not like I could go as the same thing…” His head is bowed in shame, and you’d bet your knife that his skin is pink under the stupid pumpkin head.
“Okay,” you sigh. “But that doesn’t explain why you’re following me around.”
“Um…” Mark’s head bows even further. “You’re going to think I’m so stupid.”
A groan escapes you. “What did you do now?”
“So… I put the pumpkin head on, and now I can’t take it off.”
“Okay.”
“And, well, I’m thirsty, and need help getting it off my head.”
“And why did you need me to help and not a frat brother?” you question.
“Because they’d laugh at me.”
“I’m laughing at you,” you point out.
“Yeah, but, I don’t know… you have that big knife, maybe that would help get this thing off?”
You open your mouth to respond, but that’s when you hear the voices of your cousins, and your heart lurches into your throat. “Shit, Mark! The stall!”
You shove him into the enclosed space, slipping in after him and shutting the door. The two of you are pressed tightly together, and the massive pumpkin on his head doesn’t make the situation any easier.
“What’s going on?” he whispers.
“Shut up!” you tell him, listening hard.
The bathroom door opens, and one of your cousins calls your name, but you remain quiet, and a short while later, the door shuts again. You wait an extra minute, then sigh, pushing out of the stall with anger.
“I didn’t want my cousins to see you,” you tell him.
“So… you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?” he asks.
“No, it’s just, I don’t want to draw attention to you,” you declare.
It’s as if you can sense Mark smiling when he says, “Guess you do kind of care about me.”
“I don’t,” you snap back. “You’re just not worth their time, or mine.”
Mark cocks his head at you. “You’re bullying me again.”
“I’m glad you noticed,” you scoff.
“It’s just… well, I’m so used to being bullied, as a weak demon and all, so bullying is pretty familiar, and also… I don’t know, maybe a weird, twisted, love language of mine.”
You gawk at him for a solid three seconds. “Jesus Christ, lover boy, let’s go to your room, get this stupid pumpkin off your stupid head, throw a towel over your face, and then I can go back to the party.”
“Sounds good to me.”
You grab Mark’s hand, dragging him from the bathroom. He guides you to his room on the top floor, and once there, you lock the door behind you.
With a sigh, you turn to the pumpkin man. “Okay, how are we going to get this off of you?”
“Well, I think it’s catching on my nose?” he suggests. “When I put it on, it squished my nose a little, but now I can’t take it off.”
“Sit down,” you instruct, pulling out your knife. “You’re going to have to be very still. I don’t want to accidentally cut you.”
Mark follows your instructions, sitting on the bed where you join him. He grabs the pumpkin and holds it down and away from his neck, giving you space.
“I could also just smash your head into the wall,” you joke, “that would probably break it.”
“Bullying me!” Mark insists, but he’s laughing with you.
You shake your head at this bad demon. He’s endearing, and you hate that.
You hate that something about him feels familiar, and oddly enough, kind of safe.
Relationships have always been tricky in the past; you’ll always have to hide the demon slayer part of your life away from partners, but with Mark, you don’t have to do that. Your family has also been hard on any boyfriends you’ve had… You guess that’s the one thing that will be worse, but then again, they don’t have to ever know Mark is a demon-
You take a breath, trying to focus on where you’re cutting a notch out of the pumpkin. You can’t believe you’re thinking about Mark in this kind of context. There’s no way you could ever date the dork, could you?
“So… why did you even agree to a blind date situation with me?” you ask.
“Well,” Mark coughs. “Jungwoo said you’re smart, and strong, and I guess that’s my type.”
“Smart and strong could mean demon hunter though, it’s a bit of a risk, isn’t it?” you point out.
The demon shrugs. “Then I guess I die.
You pause. “You don’t care about dying?”
“I mean… it would suck to die without turning in my midterm paper, I spent like, seventy-two hours on it, and I’m super proud of you, but, you know, whatever.”
God, he’s too endearing. “Do you have anything else to live for?”
Mark thinks about it. “The Wuthering Heights movie is coming out soon. That would be cool to see, but remakes of classics are never that good. Like, Margot Robbie in the trailer is wearing a corset, but there’s no undergarment, and the historical accuracy is a bit of a low point for me.”
You shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”
You finish cutting, and the chunk of pumpkin comes away easily, and together, you and Mark lift it off his head.
His cheeks are flushed, he’s a little covered in pumpkin guts, but he’s still such a cutie pie. With his big ass head covered, you’d partly forgotten that he’s adorable.
“So, uh…” Mark swallows thickly. “I should go shower quickly.”
“Okay,” you sigh, putting away your knife.
“Will you be here when I get back?” There’s hope in his eyes, and he’s even cuter because of it.
“Maybe,” you say finally, but it seems enough for Mark, who flashes you a weak smile, then stands.
He grabs a towel and exits, closing the door behind him while you relax against his bed. Mark’s side of the room is full of books, and you wonder if he’s read all of them. You pick one up, and realize he’s reading Macbeth. You’re not an English major, but you think you remember this one has some pretty interesting themes about evil.
You wonder how deeply Mark has thought about his existence, and when you notice a copy of Frankenstein, you realize maybe it’s something he’s still grappling with.
In some ways, you can empathize with him. You were born into a demon hunter family; it was never something you would have chosen for yourself. Unlike Mark, however, you’ve never been cast out. You attempt to be the golden child, to tether yourself to that version of normalcy, while longing for a different life.
Mark is living a life uncontrolled by his upbringing, by the purpose forced upon him in his early years of creation.
You wonder how it feels for him to be free in a way you can only imagine being.
You continue to think about it until Mark returns, and you see the way he jumps a little when he opens the door and finds you still sitting in his bed.
“Oh,” he smiles, running his towel through his wet hair, “you’re still here.”
“Well, I had to make sure one of my cousins didn’t kill you or something.”
Mark’s grin only widens, and he’s so cute, all freshly showered and boyish.
“I think you like me,” he notes.
“You’re a demon, I tolerate you… At best,” you retort.
“Whatever you say,” Mark grins, sitting next to you on the bed. He looks around, eyes narrowing on the books by his bed. “Oh, you were looking at what I’m reading.”
“Maybe.”
Mark laughs. “You’re so secretive.”
“And you’re not?”
“Nope, ask me anything,” Mark tells you.
You take a breath. “Was it hard to leave your family? The other demons, I mean.”
“At first,” Mark admits. “In a weird way, they were protection. They were what I knew. Being cast to Earth was a learning process, and it took time, but I realized pretty quickly that being on my own was better than being with people who wanted to control me and make me into something I’m not.”
You swallow a lump in your throat, looking down.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry if that was maybe too truthful-”
“No,” you shake your head. “It was the truth, and it’s what I needed to hear.”
“What about you?” he questions. “Is something going on?”
“Just… you see, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a demon hunter.”
“What? But you’re amazing at it!” Mark insists. “You have the scary knife and everything!”
You find yourself laughing at his attempt to cheer you up. “My heart isn’t in it.”
“Could have fooled me,” Mark grins. “You’re super scary- intimidating, I mean, I mean… like, you know, you’re a powerful woman.”
“I can be powerful and not be a demon hunter,” you point out.
“Yeah, of course, that wasn’t what I was trying to say.” His skin is flushing pink with embarrassment again, and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Mark, can I be selfish for a moment?” you ask.
He blinks at you, his lips parting. It’s clear he’s confused and wants to probe you for more information, but instead, he just nods. “Yeah, of course.”
You reach up to touch his cheek, trying to search for any sign of the demon that is apparently Mark Lee. But all you see is the cute, shy, dorky English major.
You lean in, and Mark mirrors the motion, his eyes flickering closed as your lips meet. It’s a soft kiss, but it sends shivers through your body as you shift closer, wanting more. Your hand moves from his cheek to his hair, tugging gently as you deepen the kiss, groaning softly.
Mark matches your enthusiasm, his hands grabbing at you, and you quickly adjust, moving so you can straddle the man on his bed as his palms softly find your waist, his fingers grabbing at the small of your back.
It takes everything in your power to pull away, breathing heavily and looking down at him.
Mark’s looking at you with stars in his eyes. “You do like me,” he says quietly, a small smile on his lips.
“I guess so,” you muse.
“Can we… You know, continue to be selfish… together?” Mark asks hopefully.
Somewhere, deep in the dark recesses of your mind, the hunter inside of you is telling you no, but your entire body is screaming a resounding yes that has your heart racing in your chest.
“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “We can be selfish.”
Even with the green light, Mark waits for you to make the first move, but when your lips press to his, he relaxes again, releasing a groan of pleasure.
You can’t help but begin to swivel your hips, grinding down on him in the hopes that you can work more sounds out of the pretty demon.
It’s all too easy to get him moaning, and when your lips move to tease his ear, his breath catches. “Sweet spot?” you muse, licking the soft patch of skin below his ear.
“Feels so good,” Mark whimpers, fingers digging into your hips.
“You’re too easy,” you laugh, enjoying the feeling of power radiating through you.
You have Mark Lee wrapped around your finger, and there’s something very enticing about that. Bad demon or not, he’s still a soul from Hell, and that’s not something to be joked with.
Mark surprises you though, even with his somewhat meek mannerisms, he’s strong, and with one push, he has you on the bed while he takes the top position.
“I want to be selfish,” Mark tells you, grabbing your jeans and tugging them down your legs.
You know where this is headed, and you can’t help but be a little surprised. Mark Lee has a thing for eating girls out? He’s definitely a dichotomy, and you’re excited to continue to figure him out, to peel back all these different layers-
Mark has left your panties on, and your patience is thin, so you remove the thong, tossing it at the man who sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed.
He licks his lips, breathing heavily already.
“Don’t hold back,” you tell him, relaxing against the mattress in sweet anticipation.
“If there’s one thing I don’t hold back at, it’s uh, this,” Mark responds, his ears flaring red at the admission that he’s a pussy fiend.
Part of you really doesn’t believe he’s going to be some magical cunnilingus wizard, so when Mark brings his mouth to your core and dives in with unabashed enthusiasm, you’re definitely shocked. A yelp escapes you, your hands reaching for his hair as his own fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you steady while his tongue laps at your core.
Each lick, each suck, each maneuver- is perfection, and all you can do is throw your head back and enjoy it as Mark draws you closer and closer to the edge with a speed that no man before him could ever hope to rival.
And he’s groaning too- groaning like a horny teenager as he eats you out until your toes curl. God, you can’t even decide what to focus on, the feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs, his tongue pushing deep into your core, or the sounds of pleasure escaping him from being bestowed the honour of eating you out.
Because that’s what it feels like, in some odd way. It feels like Mark is worshipping you, and finding his own pleasure in the worship.
“I’m close,” you tell him, shifting against the mattress.
He doesn’t let up for even a moment, in fact, Mark ravages your pussy even harder, making your toes curl to the point that it’s almost painful, your whole body teetering on the precipice-
Mark releases another groan of pleasure, and the cord in your stomach snaps, your orgasm slamming into you like a tsunami.
You gasp loudly, your back arching, eyes clenching shut as the waves surge through you, taking over every one of your senses and throwing your mind into a whirlwind of stimulus that makes you feel brain dead yet electrified at the same time.
He eats you through your high, until you’re a shivering mess, and only then does Mark relent, sitting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I just-” you swallow thickly. “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”
“Well,” Mark rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing pink. “I was a worshipper of Aphrodite back in the day.”
You blink at him in shock. “She exists?”
“You’re talking to a demon,” Mark laughs. “Gods exist, but they don’t come down to Earth much anymore.”
“So you were a worshiper of Aphrodite, aka, she taught you to eat pussy like an absolute champ.”
“She pittied me, like I said, I like strong women, and luckily, they tend to like me too.”
“I don’t pity you,” you tell him.
“I think you do, a bit, but I’m okay with that.” Mark takes off his t-shirt and you do the same, getting naked while you think through his words.
You suppose he’s right. Being a ‘bad demon’ and all, you do kind of pity him. But you vow to change that. One day, you’ll see him as just a normal person. It’s not like he has demon powers or a black soul- he’s just… a dorky english major. Sure, his soul is that of a demon from Hell, but he does walk like a demon, or kill like a demon, so… yes, maybe you can learn to see him as a human.
“You still want to do this?” Mark asks as he goes to push his jeans down.
“Yes,” you tell him. “We said we’d be selfish, so let’s be selfish.”
“Do we need protection?” Mark questions.
“Can you get me pregnant?” you respond.
“Oh, right, yeah, no I can’t, that’s just, uh, a question I ask, since most girls don’t know I’m a demon.”
“Do you get laid a lot, Mark?” you laugh.
“Enough,” he insists, clearly not wanting to be viewed as some pussy who can’t get laid.
“You’re cute,” you assure him, opening your legs and allowing him to join you in your nudity on his bed. You brush some of his hair out of his eyes, looking up at him.
“And you’re beautiful,” he retorts, leaning down to press his lips against your softly.
The kiss turns heated fast, and you wrap your legs around his hips, forcing him to grind against you. His cock is pretty big, all things considered, and you find yourself groaning desperately, eager to have him inside of you.
Your hand slips between your bodies, stroking him and angling him toward your core while he releases moans of his own.
“Fuck me,” you tell him, nibbling at his ear and gently tugging his hair with your free hand.
“Yeah,” Mark swallows thickly. “Yeah, I can do that.”
He’s such an endearing, dorky demon, and your pussy is wet from this entire situation. It’s almost too easy for him to push inside of you, making you both gasp as he fills you for the very first time.
“Fuck,” you whimper.
“Oh my God,” Mark retorts, resting his forehead against yours as you both take a moment to adjust. “Okay, fuck, if it’s too fast-”
“Just fuck me,” you tell him again, grabbing the back of his neck to draw his mouth to yours.
You kiss him desperately as he begins to move, fucking into you faster and faster, finding a pace that has you both groaning like whores against each other’s lips.
Mark might not have most of his demon powers, but it’s clear he’s got at least some of the strength and speed you’ve heard about. He fucks you ruthlessly, in the best way possible, and part of what makes it so good, is the fact that you hadn’t expected this.
Despite his past history of worship, part of you had still expected your meek english major. But no, you suppose the only time you’re seeing this demon side of him is in bed, and you’re actually entirely okay with that.
Mark’s groans have you feeling light headed, and as much as you’re enjoying being the bottom, it’s not entirely in your nature to be the submissive, especially not if it’s Mark on top.
You can tell he’s getting close already, and you break the kiss with a bite at his lip, making him jump in shock.
“My turn on top,” you tell him, pushing at his chest.
Mark eagerly relinquishes his top position, laying against his bed while you straddle him again. You grab the base of his cock, lining it up with your core and sinking down while you both groan.
His hands are on your hips, and he’s looking up at you with stars in your eyes as you begin to ride him, enjoying the feeling of your demon hunter worn muscles finally being put to use.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mark tells you, groaning as you ride him faster.
You can only moan in response, grabbing one of his hands to bring it to your breast, loving the way he tentatively begins to play with your nipple.
“I’m close again,” you tell him, reaching down to rub your own clit as you ride his cock, loving how deep he is inside of you.
“I could cum with you,” he suggests, his own muscles tensing with effort as he tries not to shoot his load inside of you prematurely.
You let out a deep breath, nodding. “Let’s cum together,” you agree.
It feels as if you’re truly connected, he starts to move, thrusting up to meet you. Every motion works together, a seamless push pull, a united effort to have the pleasure build and build-
Finally, you’re at the precipice again, and you gaze down at Mark, who looks as desperate as you feel.
“Cum for me,” you tell him, feeling power surge through you as you both snap, orgasms taking over and all under your own command.
You try to continue riding him, your hips jerking with effort as the pleasure erupts through you, but finally, Mark grabs you, tugging your upper body down against his own chest. His desperate lips find your own, and he kisses you like a man who is madly in love, both of you enjoying the tail ends of your highs.
You’re both gasping, still making out even though your orgasms have subsided.
Something about this feels so right, yet, in the back of your mind, you’re aware that it should feel wrong. You suppose you’ll cross that bridge when you come to it, for now, all you want to do is enjoy this bad demon, and enjoy him, you will.
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cw/ tw. . Unprotected sex, oral, blowjob, pussy eating, foreplay, dirty talk, praise, squirting, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm witholding?, power play, simp turned rough Mark, hint at using demon strength powers, multiple reader orgasms, etc…
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It had taken some time, but eventually, you’d realized you couldn’t hide Mark forever. Things had gotten heated between the two of you, and living in proximity to nosy cousins makes secrets difficult.
After many nights spent going over backstories with Mark, and making sure he has control over his demonic eyes, you’d introduced him to your cousins, and to your amazement, none of them had picked up on his true nature.
To be fair, if you’d never seen Mark slip up during the horror movie, you would have been none the wiser to his more nefarious state of being either. So that was one issue crossed off. Your immediate family would be more of an issue.
But that too, had come to pass, with surprising ease. Sure, your family hadn’t been happy when you’d told them you wanted to distance yourself from demon hunting, but they’d been so caught up in your ‘career change,’ that none of them had stopped to think about your new English Major boyfriend and how he might play some part in this turn of events.
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bf!taeyong ♡ﾟ who insists on brushing his teeth next to you in the bathroom, singing off-key while you roll your eyes. why? I just like being close he admits, and suddenly the mundane task feels intimate, his presence filling every corner of your morning.
bf!taeyong ♡ﾟ who drags you into a thrift store in brazil this is so your style!he says, holding up a jacket twice your size. you give him a serious look (29°C, not yours at all) but he just grins, ignoring you completely.
bf!taeyong ♡ﾟwho wakes you up at six to run along the han river, even though the sun hasn’t risen. he makes you put on sunscreen and a hood, fussing while he syncs your apple watch. you groan, but he just grins, tugging your hand and saying come on, it’ll be worth it
bf!taeyong ♡ﾟ who when you get back, he’s still sweaty but grinning like nothing happened. he pulls out his phone to check it and sees all the missed calls and messages from the 127 group chat. he freezes for a second, eyes wide, just staring at you with this shocked expression. you can’t help but laugh, tugging his arm gently, and he finally shakes his head, still smiling, muttering they're gonna kill me
johnny
bf!johnny ♡ﾟ who walks with you through a quiet park, fingers brushing until you finally hold hands. he points at a squirrel and laughs at your exaggerated squeal. dude he looks like doyoung tho
bf!johnny ♡ﾟwho at a small café, steals a bite of your pastry and winks. don’t mind sharing with me, right? he teases. you roll your eyes, but can’t hide your smile. even surrounded by tourists, it feels like you’re alone together.
bf!johnny ♡ﾟwho when you’re in the living room, scrolling on your phone sneaks up behind you and smacks your ass lightly. john you gasp, spinning around. he grins, hands resting on your waist, leaning close. can’t help it he whispers, giving a teasing little tug. you roll your eyes, but the warmth in his grin makes you melt anyway.
bf!johnny ♡ﾟwho carries you around with him at all his million hobbies. he grabs your hand and tugs you into a mini-golf inside course, grinning like a kid. you have to see my perfect swing he says. you miss completely, and he just laughs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. don’t worry… i love seeing you try.
yuta
bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho at a tiny, cozy restaurant tucked in a quiet street in his hometown, he picks at a bite of his food and suddenly holds a piece out to you. try this he whispers, smiling as you roll your eyes and take it.
bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho always obeys your little requests. you sigh from the couch hey, can you grab me the water bottle? he moves instantly, handing it to you gently not even saying a word
bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho even on video calls, isn’t shy to send you kisses through the phone: you giggle as he puckers his lips, leaning toward the camera. for you baby he murmurs, and you blow one back, grinning as he pretends to catch it
bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho wants to hide from everyone when you, mark, and jungwoo call him yuta oppa! in public on purpose. he hides behind you, but you keep teasing him no but, yuta oppa should pay for dinner and he cant help but not completely disliking it (its usual coming from mark tho)
doyoung
bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho when they are all choosing their roommates at the airbnb, (and as usual he is the last one to be chosen) rolls his eyes whenever you tease him, picking anyone but him. though everyone can see the smile he tries to hide. you call his name just to annoy him and he answers every time without fail what you grin nothing, you say, and he just shakes his head.
bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho swears he hates pda but always ends up being the one reaching for your hand first, brushing your hair behind your ear and fixing your scarf when it’s cold.
bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho sends you voice notes before bed, half asleep with that soft, deeper night voice. sometimes he just rambles about his day, sometimes he sings a little just for you. goodnight… don’t stay up too late he mumbles at the end.
bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho gets dramatic whenever you get even a tiny scratch. why weren’t you more careful? he scolds while dabbing ointment on your hand like a medic. when you laugh, he sighs, quieter now, just… stay still, like all day, okay? you are always so energetic and he sighs as he hated it
jaehyun
bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho keeps random polaroids or photo booth scans of you in his wallet. some cute, some horrible, some so blurry they look like ghosts but he refuses to throw any away. they’re memories he says simply.
bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho steals your chapstick and swears he doesn’t, even though you catch him every time tossing into your bag. i don’t know what you’re talking about he lies, lips already glossy and healthy again.
bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho just feel so safe around you and keeps falling asleep on you. during movies. on long car rides. literally mid conversation. head on your lap, arms around your waist, gone. the members walk in like, again?? hyung seriously?? and they try to take off his earpods but you just smile and brush his hair back, quietly protecting his peace.
bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho presses the elevator button for you before you even ask. opens jars. carries your bags. ties your hoodie strings in a bow just to see you roll your eyes. he’s a gentleman without thinking about it. like his love is made of little actions rather than words.
bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho genuinely believes jenga can solve any conflict. argument about where to eat? jenga and the winner picks. who’s doing dishes? the loser of jenga (jungwoo hates it because he always loses) you’re mad at him because he was late again? baby… jenga and if he wins you're not allowed to be mad at him anymore . the members come over? he’s already stacking the blocks.
jungwoo
bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho hugs you from behind all the time. cooking? back hug. brushing your teeth? back hug. looking for something in your bag? back hug. he just really likes having his arms around you, chin settled on your shoulder like you belong to him.
bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho loves taking pictures of you. laughing, eating, sleeping in the car. when you ask him why, he just shrugs you’re cute all the time
bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho sends you 46 messages in a row about some random thing he saw. a cat wearing a sweater. a heart-shaped cloud. a video of puppies. PLS BABY ITS SOOO US *+ two poodles petting each other video*
bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho can’t fall asleep unless he’s touching you. hand in yours, arm over your waist, forehead against your shoulder. he tosses and turns until he finds you, then instantly relaxes like you’re his safe place.
mark
bf!mark ♡ﾟwho laughs at literally everything you say, not politely, but full on laughing with his whole body. why are you so funny?? he asks between giggles, like he genuinely can’t understand how you exist do you even know you exist?
bf!mark ♡ﾟwho double checks if you ate today. every day. did you actually eat or are you lying to me? what did you eat? no, snacks don’t count he says it while tying your shoelaces or zipping up your jacket because somehow he’s boyfriend and mom friend at the same time.
bf!mark♡ﾟ who writes your name on random things. his notebooks. his water bottle. the corner of his lyrics sheet. he is just so in love with you in every way possible
bf!mark ♡ﾟ who is unintentionally jealous. he doesn’t get mad, he just gets quiet and just look at you and your body reactions when jaehyun is helping you with how to play traditional korean game go and getting a bit closer to you
haechan
bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who steals bites of your food every chance he gets. you’re mid bite, and suddenly he’s taking a fry, grinning like it’s the best prank ever. when you fake scowl, he laughs so hard he almost chokes why?
bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who makes you race him to do literally anything first one to the couch gets the blanket! even if it’s dumb, he acts like it’s life or death. you’re giggling while running, and he’s grinning ear to ear
bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who mimics you just to see your reaction. you do something tiny like the way you sip your coffee, and suddenly he’s doing it back ove exaggerated and ridiculous. you glare but he’s laughing so hard it’s impossible to stay mad
bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who makes up dumb nicknames for you. some are ridiculous, some are sweet, but he never stops. c'm here muffin or some variant of your mis said name (like when he calls mark mel)
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