#nct mark

[classygumi]

“mark lee left nct.”

[suunani]

don’t stop talking [ mark lee ]

mark jerks off to his best friend’s voice during a late-night call.

❛ content 1.7k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, male reader, best friend! mark, phone sex (mark’s side), voice kink, masturbation, reader is oblivious at first.

━━━ ( part two )

mark’s hand was already slick.

it was shameful — he knew that — but by now, the thrill of shame was a part of the arousal.

mark sat hunched in bed, legs spread wide, phone pressed to one ear, breath shallow and uneven. the room was dim. just the soft blue glow of his laptop screen lighting his face, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile, bare thighs tense and trembling.

the call had barely even rung when you picked up, voice soft and just a little rough like you’d been napping.

“hey,” you said. “what’s up?”

mark’s stomach turned over. the second he heard your voice, his grip tightened, his rhythm stumbling on instinct. he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“yo,” he rasped. his voice cracked. “you, uh… you busy?”

“nah. im just watching dumb videos. you okay? you sound weird.”

weird. yeah. that was one word for it.

he leaned forward a little, curling into himself, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder while his other hand kept working over his cock. he was flushed to the neck, chest mottled with heat, pulse visible in his throat.

every time he heard your voice through the speaker, it was like a jolt right to his cock — he could feel the way your mouth moved, imagine how your lips would wrap around syllables if he were just a bit closer.

he bit his bottom lip, hard.

“i’m fine,” he said quickly, too quickly, then swallowed. “just… wanted to talk to you.”

he was already so close and that was humiliating in its own right.

your voice was casual, kind. “oh, yeah? what about?”

mark gritted his teeth, hips twitching upward into his palm. “i… i dunno. just missed your voice.”

a pause. you laughed softly.

“that’s weird. you literally saw me earlier today.”

“i know.”

mark closed his eyes, pressing the heel of his palm against the base of his cock to try and slow himself down. it didn’t help. he was throbbing. leaking. his stomach muscles clenched tight every time you said anything.

“but… i like hearing you.”

you went quiet for a beat. “you sure you’re okay? you sound kinda…”

“i’m fine,” mark said again, but his voice broke in the middle of it, strained and raspy, like he was talking through gritted teeth.

he had to pull the phone back a little as a soft, stuttered moan slipped out of him.

shit.

his hand kept moving — too fast now, driven by pure instinct. he tried to breathe slow, tried to pretend he wasn’t literally jerking off with your voice in his ear, but you weren’t helping.

you chuckled again. “you sound like you’re sweating or something. hot in your room?”

“y-yeah,” mark gasped, closing his fist tighter. “hot. so, so hot.”

his knuckles were turning white around the phone. he pressed it harder to his ear, needing to hear every note of your voice. his eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the wall behind his bed. sweat was already gathering under his arms, on his lower back, on the backs of his thighs. jus toes curled into the sheets, ankles twitching with every slick stroke of his hand.

you kept talking. talking like everything was normal. like your best friend wasn’t secretly jerking off to your voice and biting his fist to keep from moaning into the receiver.

“you been staying up late again?” you asked. “you really sound tired.”

mark choked on a sound that wasn’t a laugh, wasn’t a sob, wasn’t quite a moan.

“mmh—yeah. c-can’t sleep…”

“you should take melatonin or something. or stop watching porn at 3am.”

if only you knew.

mark was panting now, trying to keep it quiet, but every breath was a tremor. his thighs shook with tension, every muscle in his body drawn tight like a bowstring. he sped up again without meaning to, his body begging for release. it wasn’t just the friction. it was you — your voice, your laugh, the way you sounded like you were half-asleep and smiling through every word.

and fuck, he wanted you to hear. even if it ruined everything.

“hey,” you said again, more curious now. “you really okay? you sound like you’re—”

“i’m f—fuck,” mark hissed through his teeth, a broken sound slipping out before he could stop it.

his back arched. he turned his face into the pillow beside him and bit down, hard. his whole body jerked with need.

“s-sorry, sorry—”

you blinked on the other end. “mark… are you… are you sick or something?”

“n-no,” mark whimpered, voice cracking again.

his chest was heaving, cock twitching wildly in his hand now. the wet slick noises of it were starting to get louder — he was so close it hurt.

“just… ngh—just don’t stop talking. please.”

you paused, clearly confused.

“mark, you sure you’re okay? your voice sounds—like you’re in pain or something. you’re not crying, right?”

he almost was.

“no—n-not crying. j-just…”

his fingers slipped, the slick glide of his palm stuttering for a second. he couldn’t do this much longer. every syllable you said was like fuel thrown on the fire. his entire body was one big live wire, and all it would take was one more second of your voice, soft and unknowing in his ear, and he’d—

“oh fuck—fuckfuck—ah—” he gasped suddenly, louder than he meant to.

he couldn’t stop it. his hips jerked up off the bed, his legs kicked once, hard, heel catching on the sheet.

“shit—”

“mark?”

bit it was too late.

he came with a guttural noise halfway between a gasp and a whimper, hand still pumping as thick heat spilled across his abs, wrist, stomach. his thighs were trembling, whole body shaking, the pleasure rolling over him in uncontrollable, stuttering waves. he clenched the phone so tight it creaked in his palm.

your voice cut through the haze.

“…wait. are you—holy shit. were you jerking off?”

mark froze. his face was bright red, chest heaving, jaw slack as the last pulses of pleasure shook through him.

he didn’t answer. he couldn’t.

the silence stretched — the only thing in his room now was the sound of him breathing. hard and shallow. still a little shaky, his hand still cupped over the base of his cock, half-hard and twitching against his sticky palm.

the mess was cooling on his stomach, and he was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating somewhere between orgasm and panic.

“…mark?”

you sounded different now. not angry. not teasing. just… surprised. confused. and a little quieter. your voice had dropped half a note, softer in a way that made his throat close. mark swallowed.

his voice cracked when he finally said it :

“y-yeah.”

one word. barely more than a whisper.

he shifted in bed, feeling how damp the sheets were under his thighs, how raw his skin felt, sensitive to the air now. still holding the phone, mark let out a low, shaky breath and forced himself to speak again.

“i was. i… i was jerking off.”

silence.

god, he wanted to disappear. the shame was burning. he shut his eyes and dragged a hand down his face, fingers shaking slightly. his cock gave a small, involuntary twitch in his hand even now. he should’ve hung up. should’ve made up some lie. should’ve said anything else.

instead, he added : “i couldn’t stop thinking about your voice. it—fuck, it made it worse. better. i don’t know. i just—needed it.”

there was a pause on the other end. but this one felt different.

“…damn,” you finally said.

the word came out low, cautious.

mark’s breath caught. he squeezed his eyes shut.

“you’re mad,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “i get it, i’m—fucked up, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have called—”

“no,” you cut in fast. “no, i’m not mad.”

mark blinked. “you’re… not?”

“i mean…” you hesitated. “that’s kinda… hot.”

mark sat up straighter, heart kicking into a full sprint again. “what?”

your voice was a little different now. lower. a little breathy. “you really called me… while you were doing that?”

mark nodded before realizing you couldn’t see it.

“y-yeah.”

he was still hard. somehow. his body didn’t know how to stop with you still on the phone, your voice suddenly filled with something heavier. curiosity? tension? hunger? whatever it was, it sparked like a live wire right in his chest.

“you… wanted to hear me that bad?” you asked.

and mark could picture the look on your face now — confused, pink-cheeked, maybe biting your lip the way you always did when you were trying to process something fast.

“i did,” mark whispered. “i wanted to imagine you in my ear. i already was. but when i actually heard you… i couldn’t stop. you sounded so warm. like—like you were laying next to me.”

“shit,” you mutter, your breath hitched now. “that’s…”

mark gripped the phone tighter. “what?”

“kind of really hot,” you admitted. “like, weirdly hot.”

something inside mark broke open at that.

his hand reflexively slid down over his cock again — not stroking yet, but holding it, grounding himself in sensation, in your voice and the feeling of still being on the edge, desperate for more. his stomach clenched, hips shifting under the blankets.

“are you…” he tried. “turned on right now?”

a soft exhale from you bedore you anwser.

“yeah.”

the sound mark made wasn’t even a word. just a needy gasp, like he’d been underwater and your answer let him breathe again. he rolled his hips forward a little into his palm, dragging his fingers lightly over the head of his cock. still sensitive. almost unbearable.

“can i come over?” you asked.

mark’s breath hitched. the thought was overwhelming, making his cock twitch even more.

“yes,” he said immediately, too fast, too eager. his voice cracked on it, raw and wet with want. “yes, please—fuck, i want you to.”

there was a pause — not hesitation, but heat. you were quiet for a second, and he could hear you shifting on the other end, probably sitting up now, heart racing like his.

“leave the door unlocked,” you said.

mark nodded again, even though you couldn’t see.

“hurry.”

he didn’t hang up.

[labelneo]

popping in to say that while i’m so sad by mark’s departure, i’m also so incredibly moved by mark’s words in his letter.

there’s a particular courage in walking away from the thing that built and shaped you and in being able to leave something so grand and safe to find something bigger than your current self. most people never do that. i am incredibly moved that he has chosen that journey: to leave the thing that made him, so he can become the person he know’s he was always meant to be.

his departure isn’t him just leaving, but it is him also modeling a kind of self-trust people hardly ever have. people often think courage is that cinematic moment where someone stands up and declares their new path to everyone, but, truthfully, it is often a quiet, fearful, and private decision where you turn it over in your head a million times and have a million conversations over the same topic over and over again with loved ones before you decide you’ll eventually have to loosen the grip on what’s defined you to find what’s waiting for you.

letting go of something big isn’t just courageous either, it’s painful, lonely, and disorienting, and i can only imagine what it feels like when the life you’re letting go of is what’s been the majority of your life AND career.

i don’t mean to sound parasocial. i am, in full honesty, just recognizing the weight of someone making a life changing decision in full view of the world and admiring the courage it takes to do that. as someone who understands the courage it takes to walk away from personal experiences, this has given me the opportunity to watch someone name a truth i’ve been developing for a while now. shout out to mark lee, i truly believe when you choose yourself, you’ll find where you’re meant to be.

[wishforjei]

hiii will u ever do mark if ur request still openn?? 🫣🫣🫣

NSFW audio! requested!

making mark cum for the second time in a row.

[j0shuahongs]

Say It Again

summary: just mark malfunctioning

pairing: mark lee x female reader

genre / tags: fluff, smut, slight humor, established relationship

warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, soft dom!mark, praise kink / pet name kink, lots of pet names, and overuse of the word "baby". (please tell me if i missed some!)

wc: 2.7k

a/n: this was supposed to be a very cute and fluffy fic but I got carried away (whoops) 🤭

You’re not a pet name type of person. You tease him for using them. Roll your eyes every time he says babygirl or sweetheart or honey. Always hit him with:

— “Okay, Romeo. Relax.” — or a dry “Gross.”

You’re smiling, though. Every single time.

He knows you are. Doesn’t even need to look up anymore — just hears the edge of your voice, catches the tiniest upturn in your mouth, and it makes his chest ache. This is just who you are. You love him with your whole heart. But anything too mushy? Too sweet? Makes you squirm. Too cheesy? Too sentimental? You’d rather set yourself on fire.

You fold his laundry, steal his hoodies, and kiss his forehead every morning— but call him baby? God forbid.

So he gave up on expecting anything back. Not in a sad way — more like muscle memory now. A quiet acceptance.

Mark knows his role — he’s the nickname guy, you’re the pet-name grump.

He calls you angel when you look sleepy. Pretty girl when you’re mad at him. Darling when you’re sick and curled up in bed, nose pink and pouty.

You just shake your head and mutter, “You’re so embarrassing.” But you never tell him to stop.

He’s accepted it. Doesn’t need the words. He has all the proof he needs in the way you touch him, look at him, reach for his hand under the table even when you're pretending to be annoyed. He’s already so gone for you, it’s pathetic.

But then.

One day.  

No warning.  

You're in the middle of conversation, half-distracted, elbow-deep in a crinkly paper bag of fries, when you say it.

“Wait, can you pass me that? Thanks, baby.”

Just like that. Casual. Offhanded. As if you didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb onto his entire existence.

Silence.

You don’t even register it. Just keep rustling through your food, completely unaware of the spiritual event you’ve triggered behind you.

Mark freezes.

Hand halfway extended, holding the takeout container like it’s sacred scripture.

His whole body stills. Eyes wide. Jaw slack.

Soul... buffering.

“...What,” he breathes. “What did you just call me?”

You glance over your shoulder, chewing.

“Huh?”

He blinks. Slowly. Like he’s trying to reboot.

“You said—”

His voice cracks. “You said baby.”’

You shrug, lips full of noodles.

“Oh. Did I?”

“Did I??” he echoes, horrified. “Do you even understand what you’ve done?!”

You pop a spring roll into your mouth, already focused on unsealing the dipping sauce.

“Relax, Mark. It just slipped out.”

And that’s when he absolutely short-circuits.

“SLIPPED OUT?!”

He clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. Slumps against the back of the chair with the drama of a soap opera lead.

“I need to sit down—wait, I am sitting. Then why do I feel like I’m gonna faint?”

You snort into your drink, nearly choking on a sip of iced tea.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m writing this down,” he rambles, hand now scrabbling blindly for his phone. “I’m journaling this. This is the highlight of my fucking life. Our future kids are hearing this story.”

“Mark. You’re crying.”

“I’M NOT—crying—I’m just—emotionally compromised.”

You shake your head, grinning into your food like an idiot, while across from you Mark stares at the ceiling in silent, reverent awe. Like he’s just heard the voice of God.

Later that night, you’re sprawled on the couch, stomach full, brain slow. Wrapped in post-dinner haze and the sound of the TV droning low in the background. One leg draped over the armrest, your hand resting lazily on your belly like a satisfied cat.

Mark’s on the other end, curled into himself, hoodie wrinkled, sleeves shoved up to his elbows as he wages war with a stubborn snack bag. His tongue pokes out in concentration, brows furrowed, completely unaware that you’re watching him like he’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

You pass behind the couch to grab your drink, then pause —

just long enough to lean down, press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, and murmur:

“Thanks, baby.”

You don’t even look back. Just grab your drink like it’s nothing.

But behind you—something shifts.

You make it three steps before it hits you.

Mark hasn’t moved.

You glance back.

He’s frozen. Snack bag in hand, half-open, arms slack. He’s staring ahead, not blinking—like someone just whispered the secrets of the universe in his ear and he’s trying to process them.

“…Mark?”

He turns to look at you, slow and awestruck. Like you just performed a miracle in front of him.

“You just—” He swallows hard. “You said it again.”

You tilt your head, one brow lifting.

“Said what?”

He gasps. Full gasp.

“Said what?! Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what you said.”

You rest your elbows against the back of the couch, watching him with a smirk that’s far too satisfied.

“You mean baby?”

Mark doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. The TV hums in the background. Somewhere outside, a car drives by.

Then it hits him. Again.

The snack bag falls from his hand with a soft crinkle. He recoils, clutching his chest like he’s trying to physically contain his heart.

“I’m sweating,” he mutters, fanning himself. “Do you feel that? That’s my soul leaving my body. You just—casually—called me baby like it was nothing. Like you didn’t just rewrite my entire DNA.”

You laugh so hard your knees buckle. You have to grab the couch just to stay upright.

“No, because what do I do now?!” he groans, sliding dramatically down into the cushions. “Do I sit normally? Offer you a ring? Should I faint? Do people faint romantically anymore?!”

“Mark—”

“I’m spiraling,” he moans, draping his arm over his face like he’s in the final scene of a tragic play. “You said it so casually. That was so unfair.”

You circle around to the front of the couch and settle yourself into his lap, straddling him like it’s second nature. He stiffens beneath you, lips parting slightly—like your weight on him just activated some buried instinct.

You tilt your head, playful. “If I said it again… would you survive?”

“Absolutely not.”

You lean in, close enough to feel his breath catch, your mouth brushing the shell of his ear.

“Thanks, baby.”

Mark’s brain stopped working.

His body locks up. Shoulders tense. Jaw slack. You swear you can hear his heartbeat from across the room.

His hands grips your waist, hard and instinctive, like he’s afraid the moment will vanish if he doesn’t hold onto it. His head drops back with a soft, helpless whimper — the kind he’d deny with every breath in his body later, but can’t suppress now.

“I’m not okay,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut. “You’ve ruined me. Say it again.”

You’re still laughing, shoulders shaking, when his hand comes up and gently wraps around your wrist, pulling you closer— not rough, not demanding, just desperate.

Like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. Like he just needs to feel you to know this is real.

“Say it again,” he pants, pupils blown wide. “I need to know it wasn’t an accident.”

You shrug, smirk curling at your lips. “It was an accident.”

“Liar,” he whispers.

His arms wrap around you tight, locking you in place. “You said it like you meant it.”

You pause. The laugh dies in your throat. Because something about the way he says it—quiet. steady. awestruck—makes your pulse stutter.

You drop your eyes to his lips. Your fingers are on his chest now, feeling the rapid thrum of his heart under your palm.

“You like it when I call you that, baby?”

His breath shudders. His grip on your waist tightens— like he can barely hold himself back.

You see the shift in his eyes. The air between you shifts—turns weighty, electric. Mark leans in, just enough that his nose brushes yours. He breathes you in.

The room suddenly feels warmer, your clothes feel suffocating.  

“Don’t say that,” he warns, voice rough. “Unless you want me to lose control.”

You grin, tilting your hips against his.  

“Maybe I do want you to lose control.”

That undoes him.

He grips your thighs, hard, and flips you underneath him in one swift, desperate motion. Your back hits the cushions with a soft thump, stealing your breath before you can even think.  

His body hovers above yours, warm and tense and trembling.

He moves before he even thinks—

No more softness. No teasing.  

His mouth crashes into yours like he needs to consume you— tongue licking into your mouth like he needs to taste the word baby right off your tongue.

His hands are already under your shirt, sliding up your stomach, dragging the fabric with them.

He groans into your mouth when he feels your bare skin— feels you tremble.

His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw to the curve of your neck to your collarbone.

“You don’t get to say that and act innocent,” he growls, nipping at your skin.

His fingers slide down, skimming just above the waistband of your shorts— not quite dipping beneath, just teasing the edge.

“You’re fucking soaked through your shorts and I haven’t even touched you.”

You gasp, hips jerking.

“Want me to behave?” he hisses. “When you’re like this?”

You whimper.

He pulls back just enough to look at you—his hair falling into his eyes, lips flushed, chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile.

“You trust me?” he asks again, but this time it’s a whisper against your lips.

His fingers pause at the waistband of your shorts.

You nod, breathless. “Yes.”

You shift against him, guiding his hand lower. “I want this.”

He shoves your shorts down with one rough tug— underwear too— not even bothering to fully take them off.

He slides his hand between your legs, fingers slipping through your folds, achingly slow.

He groans the second he feels it.

“Jesus fuck,” he breathes.

His eyes flick up to yours, hazy and dazed.

“You’re dripping. Did that word really get you this wet, baby?”

You can’t answer. Can’t even think.

Your head drops back, and your hips lift instinctively into his hand.

He doesn’t rush.

He takes his time with you— running his fingers along your slit, collecting your slick and dragging it up in slow, lazy circles around your clit.

You jolt beneath him, letting out a broken noise. Somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.

“Greedy already?” he murmurs, voice hot against your skin. “Thought you didn’t do pet names.”

“Mark—fuck—please—”

“Oh, please now?” he teases. “Begging so sweet already. What if I make you say it again?”

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Say it.”

You gasp.

“Baby.”

He groans—deep and guttural—like he’s unraveling from the inside out.

Then he sinks one finger into you.

Your back arches. Your walls clench instantly, the stretch rips a cry from your lips, and he watches—entranced.

His eyes are dark, locked on the way your body opens up for him, your mouth parting, breath stuttering.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing your pulse. “Say it when I’m inside you.”  

He starts to move—slow thrusts, deep and rhythmic. Each push of his finger drags a little moan out of you.

He curls his finger just right—presses deep and up—

and you gasp, hands scramble at his hoodie, digging into the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

His second finger slides in beside the first. He drags his fingers just right, slow and deliberate, making your stomach clench. His palm grinds against your clit every time he thrusts.

The wet sounds of your pussy echo with every stroke.  

“You hear that?” he growls. “You’re so wet I can fucking hear it, baby. That’s all you. All for me.”  

You cry out, hips lifting to grind into his hand.  

Mark’s eyes are wild. Possessive.  

He watches you like you’re unraveling just for him— like your pleasure is the only thing that exists.  

“Mark—oh my god—don’t stop—”  

He doesn’t. His fingers move faster now, smoother. Purposeful. Pressing again at that spot.

Your thighs tremble. Your breath comes in shallow gasps. Every nerve feels tight, like a bowstring ready to snap.

He laughs, low and breathless, and kisses your neck, open-mouthed and hungry. 

“Gonna cum on my fingers?” he breathes, curling them again. Dragging his palm over your clit in steady circles as his fingers fuck you deep. “Gonna fall apart just from my hand?”

You can’t answer. You’re too close. Too far gone.

“Say it again,” he breathes, lips brushing your jaw. “Let me hear it.”

“Baby—fuck, I’m—”  

He groans, deep and broken, like it cracked something open inside him.

He’s gone. No hesitation. No holding back—just raw, hungry need as his fingers move faster.

“That’s it,” he pants. “Just like that—baby, fuck—cum for me— let me feel it.”

Your breath catches.

One more stroke like and—

You break.

The orgasm hits so hard it steals the breath from your lungs. Your whole body jolts—back arching, legs locking around his hand. A cry rips from your throat, loud and raw.

Your walls pulse around his fingers as he fucks you through it, stroking you with deep, steady thrusts—like he wants to memorize every twitch, every moan.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers.

“That’s so fucking hot—baby, fuck,” he moans, like he feels it in his soul.  

He doesn’t stop until your hips twitch and you go soft beneath him, whimpering from the sensitivity.

Then he slows, easing out of you with soaked fingers, his eyes drinking you in like he’s never seen anything more divine.  

He sits back on his knees, eyes raking over you like he can’t believe what just happened. You’re a mess—hair damp, skin flushed, eyes glassy. Your chest rises and falls in shallow, shaky breaths — like your body’s still chasing the echo of his touch.

Mark exhales hard, staring at his wet fingers, trembling slightly — Then at you. Then—

without a word he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean

One by one. Slow. Obscene. Eyes never leaving yours.

You make a sound you didn’t know you were capable of, and he smirks.

He leans in, presses a kiss to your temple.

Then one to your cheek.  

Then your lips—soft now, careful.  

“You have no idea what you just did to me,” he breathes.  

You smile, dazed and wrecked. “You’re dramatic.”  

He shakes his head slowly, eyes locked on yours.  

“No. I’m obsessed.”

You groan, hiding your face in his hoodie. He laughs, warm and breathless, as he leans down and presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

He lowers himself beside you on the couch, pulling you into his chest like something precious. Like he’s afraid if he lets go, this whole night will vanish into smoke.

The silence between you now isn’t awkward. It’s heavy in a good way. Thick with something neither of you wants to say out loud yet. So instead, he just holds you.

For a long moment, the only sound is the soft thrum of the TV. Your breathing syncs with his.

Then — quietly, tentatively — he speaks again.

“Baby,” he says again, like a prayer. Like a confession. “I’m gonna make you say that every time I touch you.”  

You bury your face in his neck, body still tingling.  

“You broke me. I’m changed. That word will haunt me—in the best way,” he says, grinning.  

You curl into his chest, breath syncing with his, safe in the warmth of his arms. Your fingers trace idle circles over his chest, hidden beneath the cotton of his hoodie. Slow and aimless. He holds you tighter and breathes you in, like he doesn’t want to let go.

“Say it again,” he whispers into your hair.

You blink. Look up.

“Not for sex,” he murmurs. “Not to mess with me. Just… say it.”

He looks at you like he’s holding his breath. Like he’s asking for a secret. A promise.

You lift your hand to his face, fingers brushing his jaw, gentle. He turns into your touch instinctively.

And you say it.

Soft. Sure. No teasing this time.

“I love you, baby.”  

Mark exhales — a sound that’s almost a laugh, almost a sob. Like relief, like peace.  

Like he can’t believe you’re real.  

Like you just gave him the world with one small word—

The one word he thought he’d never hear.

Baby.

[fawniesung]

super soaker

warnings: smut, mdni, masturbation (f receiving), oral, face sitting, squirting, dirty talk, dom!dreamies, face sitting, bondage (renjuns&chenle), fingering, anal play (jeno), ass eating (jeno), unprotected sex plz don’t, clit play, overstim, some are lil mean (mainly haechan) dacryphila, daddy kink for all, omoshari (chenle) vibrators, pet names, jenos is really long i got carried away oops

summary: bf dreamies making you squirt

mark:

his favourite place to be is in between your legs. thighs clenching and squeezing shut around his head, fisting his hair. his strong hands grip your hips keeping you down on his face, you keep trying to lift off of him after your first and second orgasm, overstimulated and swollen. you’re grabbing the headboard with one hand the other tightly knotted in his hair pulling and twisting. he groans against you sending jolts to your pussy and you shake. his hand comes to crack over your ass every few minutes and you start to buck and rock against him, his nose catching your clit. “that’s it baby” another long stripe of his tongue “fuck my face… use me” you squeal and whine while your hips gyrate over his chin to his nose like crazy. “daddy! s’too much! can’t!” he’s moaning into your pussy, completely drunk on you. “you can do it, give me one more” your cum and arousal smeared over the lower half of his face and his cheeks. obscene slurping noises cut through the room. sounds of his lips popping over your swollen clit and his hands go back to groping your ass and spreading your cheeks further apart so he can lick a long hot stripe from the back to your clit. when he can hear you getting close, his tongue flicks against your sensitive bud like crazy. head shaking from side to side the best he can with all your weight on him. you tug at his locks a little harder and before you realise what’s happening you’re squirting in his face and his mouth hangs open trying to catch as much as he can. you look down at the sight of your muscles twitching as he holds your thighs up just a little, eyes fluttering closed as you spray his face. when you come down he wipes his face with his hand, his bangs, face and chest are soaked with you and your face is bright red, sure you’ve squirted before with him, but never all over his face like this, practically drowned him. you’d probably be a lot more embarrassed if your mind wasn’t so full of him, slurring and curling into him, only able to mumble out soft broken cries for him. “daddy.. s’good… feels…da- daddy” he holds you close. tucking you close into him

“did so good for me princess, so fucking good”

renjun:

loves making you squirt, you always get so dumb and cock drunk before you do. he has you in mating press, hands tied to your ankles as he knows you like to try push him away when it gets too much in this position, but not tonight, as he’s on a mission. you’re cheeks are flushed, sweat clinging to you, your tongue lolling out and you just look so spent. his hand is on your cheek wiping away stray tears and he laughs a little at you. “look at you sweet thing, all fucked out” you try and look at him but when he’s hitting that gummy spot inside your eyes cross and your head falls back. “what’s got you so dumb pretty baby?” your chest heaves as you try answer him “da… daddy” he’s surprised at the name, you’ve never called him daddy before but in your fucked out state you’ve clearly lost all ability to control your words. he goes with it as he brings the hand that was on your cheek to rub harsh circles on your clit and you sob hard. “daddy’s making you feel this good? you gonna show me?” you let out a long moan listening to just his voice and the wet slaps of skin on skin. he watches as you rattle your wrists against the ropes around them and your ankles and lets out an evil laugh. “whatcha doin silly girl? you know you can’t get out”. your eyes roll back at his tone, so condescending and belittling and you keep babbling the new name you gave him. the sharp snap of his hips and his fingers tight on your clit has a scream drawing out of you, voice cracking and broken. he feels the swell of your tummy and desperate clench of your pussy trying to push him out but he just thrusts deeper and harder, the knot in your belly snaps and hot liquid shoots out coating his dick and abdomen. he keeps thrusting through it, making it splash and you’re full on crying, hot tears streaming down. once he’s sure you’re finished pulls out slowly and paints your lower tummy with his seed, smearing it in with your own. “such a messy girl”. he unties your limps and you’re immediately reaching for him and he brings you into his lap, cradling you

“daddy’s here baby”

jeno:

jeno loves playing with your pussy, watching you leak around his fingers, pussy on show for him, glistening and puffy. he’s got you arched over his lap, facing his feet, pussy on display right in front of his face. his long fingers toying with your clit, swiping his palm and fingers over it, covering your sensitive skin on your slick. both hands coming up, thumbs spreading your pussy open slowly for him to watch as strings of your arousal spread and across. you would close your legs if it wasn’t for the fact his torso was between them. “daddy please, need to cum, please let me” a gentle hand comes to caress your ass cheek giving it a light pat. “i know angel, just let me see you, look so fucking pretty all spread out like this for me” you softly nod your head against his knee, letting him draw out his torture. “good girl”. he dips his head a little to get a better view of you “pussy’s so swollen baby i know you’re so pent up, doing so good, promise i’ll make you cum real soon”. he licks his middle and ring finger and draws them over your rim before dragging slowly down and over your hole up your slit making you whine and your head falls back to his knee. he doesn’t miss the way your toes curl when he brings them back up to your puckered hole. “you like that baby? like when daddy touches you here?” you let out a shaky breath as he adds slight pressure. “y-yes! fuck! feels so good daddy” he hums sweetly and he wets his fingers again, then spits down on your hole. he begins to press his middle finger in, the tight stretch makes you let out a shriek but that doesn’t stop him, he just lets out a groan as he watches as you slowly suck him in. “god baby every bit of you was just made for me, sucking daddy’s finger in so nice” all you can do is hold onto his calves tightly. after more teasing and touching he rewards you with 3 fingers in your cunt. pumping them in and out at a brutal pace his face coming down to lick around your tight rim. you’re moaning out as he laps his tongue in between your cheeks as his fingers don’t let up, hitting your sweet spot over and over relentlessly. fingers scissoring and curling inside. after a few bites to your ass cheek as well as all the relentless teasing earlier has your orgasm approaching fast. faster than you can comprehend as before you can think or warn him your cunt is squirting and spraying over his lap and he rubs your pussy through it. he talks you through it, cooing and praising while slowly bringing you back down to earth. you sit up and lay against his chest heaving, ass damp from sitting in your squirt on his lap. his hand comes down the front of your stomach and in between your legs again making you twitch. “daddy… can’t…”

“let daddy show you how proud i am of you baby”

haechan:

prides himself on being able to make you squirt almost effortlessly, all it takes is some clit play n you’re like putty in his hands. his fingers spread you open, middle finger coming up to tease your clit, he could spend hours like this, just his hand in your shorts, while you rut desperately beside him. his strong fingers are circling and pinching at your clit. 10, 15, 20 minutes go by and he’s still not even pressed his fingers inside you yet and your shaking. “daddy you-your fingers… feel so good” he smiles sweetly down at you “yeah? feels good when daddy plays with your sloppy cunt?” you mewl at his words and nod your head. he alternates between gentle circles with the pads of his fingertips, to splayed out hands rubbing manically over your clit. you cling to his bicep while he works his fingers. all it takes is a little pinching and hard pressurised flicks before he hears the soft hiss of your orgasm. his legs trap your thighs before you have the chance to close them and he keeps going, drawing the liquid out of you for longer, even when you think it’s over a couple more taps to your clit and you’re spraying again. you think he’s gonna just stop there? oh no, now is when he finally pushes into your pussy, fingers pressing in slowly and liquid seeps out, soaking his wrist. “did you just squirt from me sliding my fingers in? baby you’re pathetic”. you hide your face with his bicep and he starts pumping slowly, overstimulation takes over and your going limp against him, pussy spurting non stop while he finger fucks you slowly. “i’m barely touching you and you’re gushing” his degradation sends another hot wave to your core and it sprays out harder this time, like the first one and he huffs out a scoff. “you’re real nasty huh? who would’ve thought my pretty girl was so fucking disgusting, squirting all over me like this and from what? a bit of degradation and my fingers?” your eyes squeeze shut and he picks up the pace. fingers brutally snapping against the spot that has you seeing stars. he can see when you’re about to cum again, and he leans in, mouth wide, catching it in his mouth before holding your jaw and forcing your mouth open, spitting your juices into your mouth and watches you swollow.

“that’s it, don’t fucking waste it baby”

jaemin:

another eater! he loves eating your pussy. your hands in his hair or flailing around by your head as he dives in. he’s holding your legs up to your chest with on strong arm, pussy exposed and ready for him. he likes it messy and sloppy, spitting onto you head bobbing and shaking. sharp sucks on your clit and tongue pressing hard into you and it makes you see stars everytime. “daddy loves eating this pretty pussy baby, so sweet for me” he’s back in, slurping up your arousal. he looks up at you with those evil eyes and you can feel his wicked grin against you. every time he pulls back to admire you, your hips buck up trying to catch any form of friction. he licks hot stripes and spits down hot globs of spit on to you before his shit eating grin spreads across his face again, getting close to blow cold air on your clit making you sob, “daddy! please! feels so good!”. he can be really evil. after what felt like hours of him staring up at you, locking eyes as he ravishes you like you’re his last meal, he sits back and and watches as you squirt. the position makes it shoot up and back at you, covering you. he lets out a deep menacing laugh. you reach out for him with a long whine of his name, “daaddyyy…”. he takes your hand and with his free hand gently swipes the droplets off your face.

“look at my messy bunny~ squirting all over herself”

chenle:

he’s really disgusting. after watching you accidentally pee on yourself drunk, months ago, all he wants is to see you piss all over himself and you, so here you are, riding him. he’s holding your hips bouncing you up and down on him, and he’s got your hands cuffed behind your back. you have been going for a few rounds but the new position has him hitting deeper with the help of gravity, his cum and yours sticking to you where your connected and makes gross sticky strings whenever he lifts you up. “look at you~ daddy’s baby all sticky huh?” you lull your head in an attempt to nod yes, overstimulated to the point where you can only focus on the sound of his voice, not the words he’s saying. that is until your orgasm approaches and you cum with out warning, warm sticky cum coating his dick, you expect him to slow down, come to a stop after multiple rounds. but all he does is rut into you faster. “d-daddy- too much- daddy! need to-“. he licks his lips happily, “need to what baby?” you whine and try to free your hands from your cuffs. “need to pee! daddy! please!” he brings his hand down to your belly and presses down hard and you shake your head no desperately. “what’s wrong? thought you had to go? come on baby piss on daddy. make a mess” you clamp your eyes shut trying to focus on anything but the aching need to piss in the bit of your stomach “c-can hold it” he cocks an eyebrow at you and presses down harder and a little piss dribbles out “you sure about that princess” you drop your head to his shoulder and cry into his neck right by his ear. the sounds of your desperate sobs, pathetically trying to free your arms to push yourself off him or hold onto your cunt to stop yourself from pissing, it was heaven to him. you feel him laugh, chest shaking with delight. you let out a soft please hoping to reason with him but his mind is set, and what he wants he gets. after a few more thrusts your body goes limp, tired from tensing every muscle to stop yourself, you’re not sure what’s piss and what’s squirt, liquid gushing out splashing his thighs and the floor beneath you. it’s hot running down your thighs and legs and you’re crying hard with embarrassment. he lays you face down on the edge of the bed and rubs your clit through your orgasm and your legs shake and stomp trying to get away as more and more liquid spills out of you. once it comes to a stop chenle is uncuffing you and bringing you into his lap and holds you while you cry and hide your face

“pissed so much for me angel, such a good girl”

jisung:

jisung loves watching you come apart for him. holding your vibrator to your clit as his fingers work you open. hes been edging you for a good while now, pulling the toy away whenever he feels you clench. “prettiest girl in the world baby, doing so good” you whimper as you look up at him. he’s fully dressed while you’re completely bare and spread for him. you hiccup slightly, holding back tears. “daddy please” you look and sound so tiny laid out in front of him, “please what pretty baby? tell me what you need” you gulp “please need to cum, can’t take it” he pouts down in faux sympathy “yeah? too much?” you nod your head lazily and he pulls the vibrator away making you whine and buck towards it. “hmm, if it’s too much then why is your pussy begging for it?” you whine again and twist your hands in the sheets. he smiles softly before putting the toy back on you and you moan out and jerk. “just a little longer princess, you just look so cute just can’t stop watching you” you huff and lock eyes with him, your eyes wet and tears threaten to spill. “awe baby don’t cry, promise it’ll be worth it” you nod your head and lean back. when he slightly shifts the vibrator to catch more of your clit your back arches and your hips try get away but he’s quicker, keeping the buzz right on your sensitive nub. “ah ah baby… you wanted this, come on, beg a little more for me” you let out a broken choked out moan before trying to speak. “p-please daddy i need it so much please give it to me, please- fuck! daddy! so good!”. jisung hums in approval and watches you as you writhe. he pushes his fingers back into you and can feel you flutter around him. “you’re close huh?” “yes! please daddy please let me-“ before you can finish he turns the vibrator up higher and you’re screaming, coming undone, release gushing out of you. he takes the toy off and uses his fingers to spread your folds and it splashes and sprays up and drops on your chest and stomach. he rubs you through it as more drools out of you in after shocks, once you’re fully done he keeps circling your clit softly, dragging the pads of his fingers across your slit and folds, spreading your juices. he slows down and comes to a halt and he shows you his dripping fingers.

“told you it would be worth it sweetheart”

a/n: #needthat anyway chenle is gross but we love that abt him <3

[eliasoir]

ELIAAAA

could you maybe write a mark fic where he’s going down on you and makes you squirt for the first time ?? he finds it like incredibly hot

elia ! : i quite like the way your mind thinks anon >< hope this how you enviosined !

⏜💬. 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 ﹙ 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨 𝟣𝟪+ ﹚ ⠀◞ ◟ 𓂃 𝖻𝖾𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 ／ 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝒻.𝗋𝖾𝖼 , 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆 , 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍!𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 . 𝘄𝓬 𝟢.𝟧𝗄

mark had been tossing and turning you, taking you all different kinds of ways tonight.

he’s already made you come three times. your thighs were shaking, breath completely ragged and voice damn near gone. the sheets were clutched tight in your fists, and mark just wouldn’t stop.

he was still settled between your legs, tongue working slow, steady circles over your puffy clit. he’d being doing this for so long, like he’s he had no where else he’d feather be.

“m-mark,” you whisper, in a hoarse voice, your body twitching. “i can’t. please—baby, i can’t—“

he groans against your pussy, lips shiny and wet. “you can,” he breathes warm against you. “you always say that. then you give me another.”

he moves his fingers to spread your fold open again, the action causing you to whimper from sensitivity. your hips buck up helplessly to his mouth, but he loves it. revels in it even. you feel and hear him dip back down, moaning into the new feel. he was sloppier now, tongue flicking faster. his breath hot against your cunt.

“fuck—fuck—i’m gonna—“ your body snaps, again. right in the brink of letting go, the familiar pleasure flooding through you. your whole body going taut as you reach another climax for the fourth time tonight, even harder than the last. but something was different this time around.

pressure built too fast, too sharp, all too much. it hits you just like a shockwave. liquid splashing over his mouth, your thighs, the sheets below you, and the rest of his face.

“oh my god—“ you cry out, breath caught in your throat.

mark jerks back instinctively, blinking. his lips glistening wet, lips parted as he takes in the completely soaked mess that was your body.

“baby,” he breathes, jaw slack. “baby, what the—“

he runs two fingers through your folds almost curiously. all through the slick, soaked mess you just made, then moans loudly. “fuck,” he pants again. “that was…so fucking hot.”

he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucks your release off his fingers like it was whipped cream from a sundae. his eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut.

“you squirted,” he murmurs, lost in awe. “holy shit, you squirted.”

you cover your flushed face with one arm, still panting, half in shock and half embarrassed. “i didn’t mean—i didn’t even know i could—“

“don’t you dare apologize,” he says looking up at you. mark was still stunned but so, so turned on. “that was the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

he leans back down, not even hesitating, and licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy starting from your sopping hole to your throbbing clit. if he wasn’t addicted before, he definitely was now.

“fuuck,” he groans again. “baby…you’re so sexy. so perfect.”

you twitch under him, overstimulated and soaked and just utterly fucked out.

“c’mon,” he whispers, nudging your legs open again, hands stroking your shaky thighs. “let me try and make it happen again. just one more baby. promise.”

© ELIASOIR ⠀──all rights reserved.

[midasriku]

i🕷️— texts with bestf!mark (who’s secretly spiderman) who’s secretly in love with you

part one • part two • part three • part four • part five

a/n: something to munch on while i’m working on rftu… pls stay tuned……….