i NEED more viltrumite mark vs modern technology 🙏 like reader tries to teach him more about phones, games, computers, other tech stuff………… PLEASE 🙏
here ya gooo beautiful
Viltrumite Mark vs. Modern Technology
Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader
You had just gotten back from another day of saving the world, your mind buzzing with all the things that had happened. You were ready to relax—maybe grab a snack, scroll through some memes, and catch up on a show. But, of course, Markwas already sitting on the couch, his eyes narrowed at the screen of your phone, looking completely lost.
"Uh… hey," you said, trying not to laugh at his confused frown. "You okay there?"
He looked up at you, blinking a few times, clearly frustrated but trying to hide it. "I just don’t get it," he said, his voice low and serious, like this was a matter of great importance. "What is the point of these... 'apps'? Why would anyone use this device for something other than its intended purpose?"
You raised an eyebrow, walking over to sit next to him. Mark was holding your phone like it was some kind of foreign object—completely out of his element. A small part of you found it endearing how this Viltrumite warrior, who could destroy entire cities with a single punch, was utterly flummoxed by something as simple as a smartphone.
"It's not just for 'calling people,' Mark," you explained, pointing at the screen. "Here, let me show you how it works." You swiped through the phone, opening your social media feed. "You can use it to talk to friends, watch videos, play games, or even read news. It’s like a small computer, in your hand."
His brow furrowed further, his eyes scanning the phone like he was trying to decode a complex alien artifact. "So… I can talk to anyone with this thing, no matter where they are?"
"Exactly!" you said with a grin. "See, that's a video call. You can talk and see each other at the same time. It's like magic, but it’s technology."
Mark squinted at the phone in your hand. "I still don’t understand. This tiny thing has more power than the communication systems I used to help the Viltrumites conquer planets… I guess I’ve been living under a rock."
"You’ve been literally living under a rock," you teased. "Come on, let me show you something fun." You handed him the phone, unlocking it. "Let’s play a game."
"A game?" He looked at you like you had just suggested that he solve a galactic puzzle with no instructions. You swiped through the apps until you found a game that was simple but addicting: a puzzle game that involved matching colored blocks.
You handed the phone over to him, and for the next few minutes, Mark's intense focus was on the game. You watched as he tapped away, trying to make sense of the mechanics, his lips muttering to himself.
"This is… harder than I thought," he admitted after a while, his competitive side clearly coming out. "I don’t understand how anyone could be good at this. I’ve fought intergalactic armies, but this... this is a different kind of challenge."
You couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re doing fine, Mark. It’s just about strategy. Just think of it like a mission. You have to plan ahead."
Mark’s eyes glinted with determination. "I can do this," he said with a grin, leaning forward as he swiped the phone with more force. A few minutes later, he finally cleared a level, and his face lit up with victory. "I did it!" he exclaimed, making you giggle at how proud he looked.
You smiled. "See? It’s all about strategy, just like your battles."
Then, you decided it was time for something a bit more advanced. You pulled up your computer and opened a video editing program. "Alright, now this one’s gonna be tricky. It’s how I make some of my videos. I think you’ll find it interesting."
Mark looked at the screen, his eyes narrowing. "That’s a lot of buttons," he said, clearly overwhelmed. "How am I supposed to know what any of this does?"
You sat next to him, taking a deep breath. "Okay, let’s start with something simple. This is your timeline where you can add clips and sound. You can use this tool here to cut and arrange them." You showed him the basic steps, your hands guiding his, even though he didn’t quite get the concept of “editing” yet.
He paused, looking at you. "You create these videos yourself?"
"Yeah," you replied, “I like to make them when I have free time. It’s relaxing, you know?"
"I see..." Mark said quietly, his eyes watching you as you spoke. "It's incredible that you can create something like this with just a computer. I’ve never had to do anything like that before. All I’ve ever known is fighting... saving the world."
You chuckled, nudging him playfully. "Well, you might just be a hero in battle, but you’re definitely a rookie when it comes to this tech stuff." You paused, giving him a warm look. "But it’s okay. I’ll teach you all the cool stuff. Slowly."
Mark blinked, his cheeks flushing a little as he gave you a sheepish smile. "I guess I can’t be the hero in everything, huh?"
You reached over, lightly brushing your fingers against his. "Not if you’re busy being a nerd with me," you teased. "But don’t worry, you’re still my favorite superhero, even if you’re not exactly up to speed with every piece of technology in the world."
Mark chuckled, shaking his head as you both turned back to the screen. Maybe the Viltrumite warrior still had a lot to learn about Earth, but for now, he was happy to learn from you.
hi can i request for mark smut where he's just obsessed with your boobs and nipples. like he doesn't even care if you're at public place he just needs to touch them. he also likes to play with your nipples at home hehehe
Do Not Touch Mark.L
GENRE: fluff, smut, fwb
WARNINGS: kissing, flirting, banter, FWB, fingering, breast play, nipple play, riding, slight anal play, unprotected sex, spanking, standing doggy, mirror sex, public sex-ish, getting caught in the act, consented recording, possessiveness, and slight food sex play!
AN| i tried being cheesy by using MISAMO as my title.. get it.. hehe.. anyway, the first scene was inspired by a twitter NSFW artist!! this is their account and the art that really was stuck on my mind for a week! i’m gonna make a jaemin ver but i’ll keep itfor valentines… happy readings! ;)
“mark, give up! just face the fact that you’ve used up all the syrup!” you say with your lips pressed together and curved down into a frown.
your brown syrup covered breasts pressed together as mark shakes the bottle and presses it firmly together to squeeze more syrup.
“there’s still a little more, baby. i promise, just be patient and wait with me.” the bottle of chocolate syrup farts and bubbles up as mark uses all his strength as an attempt to squeeze the rest of the syrup out from the bottle.
you sigh as your arms begin to cramp. “dude, my arms are starting to hurt.” you whine and drop your arms, your breasts falling with your arms.
“i know, baby. i know but just.. just a few more minutes, it’s almost all out!” his desperate bug eyes focused on the last tiny drop that teased him by taking its sweet time to drip from the bottle.
“mark, i’m just—“ as you go to sit up, mark pushes you back down and squeezes your breasts together, licking the last bit of the syrup from the tube and mouthing one of your nipple.
you moan and grab a fistful of his short locks. “you’re such a greedy jerk.” you mumble and lock your legs around his waist.
mark throws the bottle and it hits the closet door with a loud thud.
mark moans and moves to your other nipple. you squeeze your arms around his head and kiss his head. “are we done yet?” you ask, playing with his hair.
you give him a smack on the head when he doesn’t answer. “i’m hungry,” you whine. “i want to eat something.”
mark pulls away, his face absolutely covered in chocolate syrup. “eat this dick.” you shove his face and roll the two of you over. “you’re disgusting.” you slide off the bed and grab your clothes off the ground before leaving the room.
“i was just kidding, babe.” mark says while following you to the bathroom. “shut up and go cook me something.” you use a rag and you wet the material, squeezing out the extra water and wiping away the sticky syrup from your breasts.
mark watches with admiration and with a cute grin from the doorway.
“god, how did i let you get away with this idea. ‘such a stupid idea.” you sigh and wash the rag after cleaning your breasts with it.
you hang the rag and slip on your bra, taking little glances at mark who watches you through the mirror. “mind helping?” you struggle with your clips.
“mm,” mark pouts with a smirk. “after you calling me stupid, disgusting and a greedy jerk.. i think you can do it yourself.” his eyes squinting in a taunting way.
you turn to him while holding your straps. “okay, first; i didn’t call you stupid, i just said your idea was stupid. second; i’m hangry and i’m gonna get more angry if you don’t help me. third—“
mark yanks you by the waist and kisses you. “shut up.” he whispers when pulling away. “or i’m gonna shove my dick down your throat.”
before you can protest your angry thoughts, mark spins you and grabs your bra clippings, clipping them together and spinning you back around. “c’mon, i’ll go cook us some ramen.”
mark takes your hand and drags you to his kitchen. “yeah, because that’s the only thing you can cook.” you mumble.
“you should be thankful you’re getting ramen instead of raw, burnt eggs.” you glare at him from behind and you can visualize his smirk.
mark walks into the practice room with two bags of candy and drinks. “oh, finally.” he huffs when seeing the peacefully sleeping haechan on the couch.
“how’d you tire him?” mark asks, removing his black mask and black beanie. “y’know, did what i always do to tire you out.. a little bit of cowgirl.. missionary.. and a blowjob.. whatnot.” you shrug while scrolling on your insta feed.
“hey!” you whine when your phone is snatched from you. “don’t say those type of shit, y/n.” you glare up at him and giggle. “gotcha there, didn’t i?” you stand up with your hands on your hips. “don’t be jealous, remember you’re the one who said no strings attached.”
mark chews the inside of his cheek and watches as you walk past him.
“so, what kind of snacks did you get?” you dig through the bags and pull out a few snacks and drinks. “mm, chocolate covered mushrooms, yum.” you tear the bag open and plop one of the treat into your mouth.
you moan and grab another one. “thanks, markie.” you smacks your lips together and toss a handful into your mouth.
you drop the bag of chocolate when being spun around. “hey!” you’re met eye to eye with an angry looking mark. “if you wanted some, you could’ve just asked.” you go to turn and grab the bag but mark drags you by your ankles so that you’re now underneath him.
“you like donghyuck?” your eyebrows pinch together. “are you actually jealous? really, mark? wow, who knew a little joke would make the mark lee jealous.” you scoff and marks jaw ticks.
mark looks down at your legs and then back up at you. “no, mark. haechan is sleeping right over there— he’s literally six feet away from us!” you didn’t actually know, you just didn’t want to be caught.
“pretty girl doesn’t want to be caught in the act, huh? that’s never stopped you, has it?” you press your lips together and glare up at mark who stands over you with a smirk.
“what, you don’t remember the time you snuck me in your room while your best friend was asleep on the floor next to us?”
you bite your lip. “ugh, you’ve made your point! stop being a jerk and hurry up.” mark watches as you undo your sweats but he stops you.
with frustration burning in your eyes, you glare up at him. “i thought this is what you wanted, no?!” mark shakes his head and quickly glances at haechan who stirs with a moan.
“c’mere,” mark pushes himself off his knees and walks over to the dim corner, he sits himself by the mirror and spreads his legs. “c’mon, brat.”
with a huff, you crawl over to mark, sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest and your knees barely pressed against your chest.
“stay quiet for me, yeah?” mark whispers and gives you a kiss on the shell of your ear.
with your shirt pushed up and exposing your breasts and your sweats pushed down by your knees, mark fingers you with one hand and uses the other hand to tweak your nipples.
his fingers moving fast and curling every time they enter you. his lips softly cursing into your ears while you quietly moan.
his hand curling up and his palm rubbing against your clit. you roll your hips as an attempt to get more pleasure from his palm.
“i’m gonna cum— fuck!” you whimper and gasp when seeing haechans body toss and turn on the tiny couch.
“i said to be quiet, didn’t i?” mark whispers.
you squeal as mark picks up his pace and fucks your pussy with his fingers. the thought of just his fingers getting you off blew your mind, he was talented in so many ways.
“mark,” you pant. “mark,” you roll your hips and grab the back of his neck, bringing his face closer to yours. “i’m cumming.” you whisper before clamping your legs shut and shivering with your orgasm.
you gasp and turn, burying your face into the broad chest of mark. “ooh, fuck!” you cry out into marks chest and dig your nails into the back of his neck.
“ah, fuck. that’s it, baby.” your hand squeezes marks wrist as he tries to keep fucking you with his fingers. “stop, stop..” you pant and push yourself from mark.
mark stares at you, his chest rising slowly and shrinking in the same pace. a worn out grin on his face as he watches your legs twitch and you sitting so breathlessly.
“you’re mean, mark.” you pull your bra and shirt into place and move onto your pantie and sweats. “you know you love it, brat.” you stand and tie your messed up hair into a high ponytail.
“what do you say,” mark stands and grabs you by the waist. “head back to my place?” he bites your shoulder as he stares you down through the mirror.
“we can’t just leave haechan here by himself.” you drop your hands after tightening your pony. “he’s a big boy, he can handle being alone.”
“yeah, i’ll be fine.” haechan says nonchalantly.
you gasp and turn to haechan who lays on the couch with an arm over his forehead. “no fucking way.” you mutter and walk towards the pile of stuff, grabbing your bag and leaving the practice room.
“nice tits and moans, y/n.” haechan says with a small giggle.
mark sighs and chases after you.
“hey, hey, you’re my favorite kind of night.” the song sings while you circle mark with a hungry look in your eyes.
mark grabs your waist and dips you in a circle, gradually grinding his hips into yours. “so, i love when you call unexpected.”
he brings you back up and your noses are barely inches apart. “‘cause i hate when the moment’s expected.” you look at his lips then back at his eyes before smiling cheekily.
you step back from him, slowly and matching the beat. mark follows, curling his lips as he pops his body to the beat.
“so, i’ma care for you,” you stop and look to the side. “you,” mark snakes his hands up your waist and under your breasts. “you.” he smirks and gropes your breasts.
you shove him off you and walk away from him, shutting off the music and turning back to the mark and the crowd.
“damn, you guys choreographed this?” taeyong asks while slipping on his beanie.
“yeah,” mark smoothly fixes his hard-on while staring you down.
“the tension is there, it’s sexy.. hot.. hungry.. just a sexy type of tension is what i’m getting from this routine and i love it.” johnny says.
you snatch your water bottle and unscrew the top. “that’s what we were going for, weren’t we, y/n?” you nod while chugging down a few gulps.
“we’re still working on a few things. i’m a bit rusty and mark has to.. loosen me up a bit.” you screw your lid back on and wipe your sweat away with your backhand.
“although,” you set your water bottle and catch everyone’s attention. “the boob grabbing wasn’t apart of the routine, now was it, mark?”
everyone turns their attention to mark who turns into a tomato. “uhh.. it wasn’t.”
“i think it looks amazing right now.” jungwoo comments. “thanks, pup.” you wink and jungwoo who giggles right after.
“i think you guys should keep that part in, it makes the tension and chreo look more better and attractive.” one of the dance instructor comments.
you look at mark while biting your thumb. “i guess we could make it work, can’t we, markie?” mark lifts his eyes to you and slowly his lips turn into a smirk. “yeah, i guess we can.”
you sigh and clear your throat. “well, i have to go. need to go feed my friends cats and turtles since he’s on vacation in italy.” you grab your things and leave while bidding everyone, excluding mark, a goodbye.
excluding mark; you were going to see him later anyway.
“yeah, yeah. see you guys later!” you could hear marks faint voice while you turned a corner.
feet hitting the floor and loud pants have your head turning. it was mark obviously.
“mark, go back to practice. you’ll see me later.” mark grabs your hand and turns you. “he?” your eyebrows pinch confusingly. “what are you talking about?”
“you said he earlier in the practice room. who is this he dude?” you roll your eyes and fix the strap on your shoulder. “it’s just an old friend from my high school.”
when you try to walk past mark, he pushes you against the wall. “old friend, huh?”
you could hear faint voices from the next hall and it triggered your brain. “mark! get off me, do you want people seeing us like this?!” you whisper and push mark.
mark looks toward the direction where the voices could be heard and sighs, taking your hand and dragging you to an empty dance studio.
“i don’t care, y/n.” mark says after shutting the door, he hits the lights and lights the room in a dim way.
“what do you mean you don’t care, mark. what’s been up your ass this past week? being possessive, obsessive, clingy, bold and letting us get caught by haechan? you’re the one who started this, mark. sure, we fuck but you said no strings attached. stop tugging me in different directions and give me a full on answer!”
after your little rampage, mark grabs you by the jaw and slams his lips against yours. you kiss back and moan, ignoring the taste of blood mixing with his sweet watermelon chapstick.
marks hands move down to your breasts and he tugs down the stretch fabric. exposing your breasts and letting your nipples grow hard.
“fuck,” you mumble in between the kiss and drop your bag, it hits the floor with a thud.
mark grabs your leg and pins your thigh against his waist. you moan when feeling his hard bulge pressed against your thigh.
mark pulls away, biting his lip. “you taste so sweet.” he lifts you off the ground and brings you over to the couch.
“can you be a good girl and ride me?” you bite your lip and slide off marks lap. you kick off your shoes and undress yourself all while mark pushes down his sweats and frees his hard-on.
with excitement bursting through every part of your body, you climb back on marks lap and sink yourself down his cock.
with moans coming from both you and mark, you bounce your hips slowly. taking in the thickness and length of mark.
“you feel so good, markie.” you moan and hide your face in the crook of his neck.
you squeal when mark lands a spank on your ass. “you’re doing so well for me, baby.” mark groans, cupping your ass with his hands and giving your ass more spanks.
you roll your hips side to side and in circles. every now and then, clenching around mark who’d groan every time you did that.
mark reaches in his pocket and pulls out his phone. “wh— what’re you doing?” you ask while panting and slowing your hips down.
“can i record this?” you look behind you to see your ass pushed out with mark inside you, the view in the mirror was amazing.
“yes,” you turn back to mark.
mark hits the record button and spanks you, you let out a moan and jerk forward. the head of marks cock stays out inside you before mark pushes down your hips.
“oohh, fuck.” you sigh, the thickness of mark filling you up oh, so perfectly.
you bounce your hips and hug mark to your chest, his mouth collecting your nipple. you moan and arch your back, pushing your breast more into his face.
mark brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks on his finger. you gasp and slow down your hips when feeling mark push a finger into your ass. “mark,” you whisper. “i’m sorry,” he pulls his finger away from you. “i should’ve asked first.”
you look down at him. “no.. it’s fine, i.. liked it.” mark smiles a little and circles your rim before pushing in gently.
you pick up your pace and bounce your hips in the same pace as before.
“fuck,” mark growls and stops recording. he tosses his phone aside and picks you up, gently setting you aside and then pulling you off the couch with him.
mark kicks off his shoes and steps out of his sweats.
“i want you to watch me fuck you.” mark pulls you in front of him with his hands on your naked hips.
mark knocks your legs apart and bends you forward. he grabs his cock and looks at you through the mirror. “watch, alright?” you nod and stumble forward when feeling mark push into you.
“oh, fuck.” you moan, hands on your knees while you watch as mark lifts his shirt, tucking it under his chin and showing off his shaded abs.
mark holds your hips with both his hands and fucks into you. his hips already roughly pounding into you. your loose hair bouncing with every thrust.
“you feel so good, y/n. so fuckin’ good.” mark moans and tilts his hips to the side, giving himself a good view of his cock slipping in and out of you.
mark hisses and pinches your hips while thrusting his hips. his hands coming up and grabbing your shoulders, pulling them back and tucking his arms under yours.
your back to his chest, your breasts bouncing freely, you on your tiptoes and your hands grabbing marks nape.
“fuck, baby.” mark hugs your waist with one arm and uses the other hand to rub your clit.
your knees buckle and your moans fill up the room. you free mark and you fall forward, knees bent and hands on them while mark still fucks you.
“you’re so perfect.” you clench around him and squeeze your knees together. “i—i’m cumming.. god, i’m gonna fucking cum.” you mumble, eyebrows pinching together as you frown.
“yeah, baby. cum on my cock. show me how good i fuckin’ make you feel.” without being told another time, you cum.
creaming all over marks cock before he shoots into you without warning. “fuck— mark!” he pulls out and jerks himself on your back.
mark pulls you up and turns you to him. “so,” he sighs and holds your waist. “how’s that for an answer?” you bite your lip and look down, trying to hide your flushed face.
mark grabs your jaw and makes you look him in the eyes, his eyebrows flicking up once, asking you to answer.
“it’s a.. good way to answer.” mark kisses you with a giggle. “exactly, now let me clean you up then we can go get dinner and talk about this whole situation.”
“so, you like me.” you say, chewing down your chicken drumstick.
mark snorts, “and, you like me.”
you look to the side and grab your cola can, chugging a bit down and sighing at the fizzy after taste in your throat.
mark sets down his chicken breast and grabs a small onion ring. “miss y/n,” you look down at his hand and snort. “will you do the honors and be my one and only girlfriend.”
mark holds the onion ring with two hands and touches his chin to his chest. “i, (last name) y/n, will do the honors and be your one and only girlfriend.” you hold out your hand and mark slides the onion ring on your middle finger.
“cute.” you examine the onion ring.
“look at me, baby.” you look up to see mark holding his phone up in a position that said he was ready to take a photo.
you hold your hand with the onion ring next to your face and you smile big.
“say, cheeseee!” mark says.
“cheeseee!” you repeat after him with a giggle.
when seeing mark lower his phone, you lower your hand. “you’re so beautiful.” mark giggles and shows you the photo. “you’re good at taking pictures.”
“i’m even better at taking videos. you should see the one i took earlier.” you gasp.
the video he took earlier in the practice room!
“you better delete that, mark lee!” you whisper in a hushed tone. “but, send it to me before you do.”
mark reaches over the table and rubs your cheek, you lean into his touch before he hands disappears. “wha— mark!” you tsk and smack his hand away when feeling his hand cup your breast.
“we’re in public, you perv!” you repeated push his hand away when mark comes back for more. “that’s never stopped us before, has it?”
“oh, shut up! do not touch, mister mark lee.” you back up with your hands crossed in front of your chest.
“i’ll always have access later.” mark says with a shrug.
AN| pt.2 | just like my PUNCH post, it literally has ALMOST nothing to do with the title. i tried to including it but i only tried to include it after i wrote everything and it just didn’t work out for me. but, omg i’ve been so obsessed with ‘Do Not Touch’ by MISAMO. it’s me and sneakylinks current new song beside ‘New Jeans’ by NewJeans. anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this even though it got very sloppy in the end (i really wasn’t feeling the ending). love you all and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while ago.. i only just answered this now.. sorry, love you! <3
WARNINGS: protected sex, kissing, dirty talk, praising, fingering, spanking, oral sex (both F and M receiving), nipple play, doggy, hair pulling, squirting, missionary and spitting kink.
A/N: i genuinely do not know how to write a SUPER FILTHILY smut. so, you’ve been warned if it isn’t as filthily as you wanted.
you sigh and do the walk of shame to mark lee’s car when he pulls up and quickly sets his car in park.
“don’t start.” you say as soon as you sit in the passenger side. “oh, cmon!” marks voice cracks. “i deserve to know— i’m your best friend— and, i picked you up!” mark presses on the gas.
you groan and lean your head against the window. “fine, but do you have some snacks that i can munch on?” mark reaches over and pulls open in glove department.
a small light shines and piles of candy wrappers are glistening under the light.
“just for you, brat.” mark leans back in his seat.
brat— the nickname he’d given you when you acted up that one day back in grade five.
“thanks, asshole.” you grab a kitkat and tear the wrapper open. “so,” you sigh and take a bite out of the two sticks. “long story short— my date didn’t show and.. i sat at my booth for about an hour.. looking like an idiot.”
mark laughs and you shove him. “hey! i’m driving here!” you roll your eyes. “don’t laugh then, idiot!” you grab another kitkat.
“wait, so who was the jerk that didn’t show?” mark glances at you. “lee donghyuck.” mark swerves and you panic. “mark lee, what the hell?!” your chest heaves and mark shakes his head.
“you were planning to go on a date with one of my best friends?!” you eye him. “so, what if i was?“ a small smirk grows on your lips. “is mark lee.. jealous?” mark sputters. “wh—what? n—no, no!”
his ears said other wise.. plus that grinned that he couldn’t hide.
mark pulls up to your apartment and you sigh, climbing out and ducking your head slightly in. “thanks for ride, markie.” you tap the top of his car and turn to leave.
“y/n, h—hold on.” you turn and mark is jogging up to you. “look, im sorry for scaring you earlier in the car. i just.. wasn’t expecting you to be going on a date with one of my friends.”
you shake your head. “it’s fine.”
PING!
you look down at your phone and a snarl grows on your lips. “who is it? haechan?” you look up and shut your phone off. “yeah— jealous?” you tilt your head with a snarky grin.
mark stays silent. “well, i’m going inside. it’s late. goodnight—?” you stumble back when mark grabs your waist with one hand and uses the other to cup your jaw— his lips crashed onto yours.
marks lips had landed on your lips so harsh that you swore you could taste blood.
his lips tasted good.. weirdly good.
but, he’s been your best friend since the first grade.
holy shit, this is wrong!
“m—mark!” you push him and he stumbles back. “oh, my god. this.. that.. we can never do that. never.” you touch your bottom lip while guilt washes over marks face.
“i’m sorry, mark. i’m sorry.” you whisper and stumble towards your door where you pulled your keycard out and scanned it before walking in without looking back.
“but, ma. it was weird. he’s my best friend!” it’d been a whole week since the mistaken kiss between you and mark.
“sweetheart,” your mother sighs and massages the aloe vera mask into your face. “you can’t keep hiding your feelings.” you crack an eye open. “what are you talking about, ma?” she sighs and sets the face roller down.
you sit up and face her. “my love..” she frowns. “i can see how madly in love you are with him.” you stutter. “ma, i—i don’t—?”
“sweetheart, you do. since the sixth grade when he asked you to the middle school winter formal dance. i could see the excitement in your eyes when you ran home and told me. you were jumping around.. and.. and squealing like a piglet.” you and her laugh.
“but, sweetheart, the spark in your eyes grew everyday even till today. and— before you ask how i know, mama knows best, my love.” you chew the inside of your cheek.
you softly laugh. “is it really that obvious?” she laughs and nods. “very.” you groan and grab a grape, tossing it in your mouth and chomping on the crunchiness.
you groan and fall flat on the bed. “you know how i went on a date yesterday?” your mother nods blowing on her fresh painted toe nails. “well.. it was.. his friend that i was supposed to go on that date with.”
“supposed to?” you groan, again. the memory of sitting in the booth for an hour, ordering water and tea until finally deciding to leave before having mark pick you up in his gray BMW M4.
“he stood me up, ma.” your voice whines and your mother laughs. “don’t laugh, ma!” she sighs and calms down. “how could anyone stand my gorgeous girl up?” you sit up and pout.
your mother coos. “it was so embarrassing when i had to call mark to come pick me up— i did the walk of shame.” your mother laughs, again. “then.. he kissed me after he dropped me off in front of my apartment complex.”
“oh, sweetheart. that boy.. that sweet boy..” she jolts up. “i’m talking about mark, by the way!” she confirms and you laugh. “not your shitty little date.” you whine, remembering the embarrassing moment of being stood up.
“you better get him before he moves on and finds someone else.”
it’d been two days since the at home spa day with your mother.
and.. she’d soooommeeehoow convinced you to show up in front of his doorstep.. with nothing.
so, here you are standing in front of his house, waiting for him to come open the door.
you kick around, waiting for the door to open until it does. your body stiffens and jolts up straight. a gorgeous mark lee opens the door.
he was wearing black jeans and a fitted white button up. and his hair.. it was slicked up and to the side.
“hi.” you sigh and mark was speechless. his jaw was hung open and his eyes blinked repeatedly. “uh, i.. uh— i’ll just get to the point.”
“i came here to apologize. specifically for freaking out over our kiss which i think was very stupid of me. i usually don’t panic or freak out over anything.” you hyperventilate.
mark bites his lip. “y/n, now isn’t really a good time—?” you push past mark and walk down his hall.
“a few days ago i talked with my mom and she somehow convinced me to come here which, i am so sorry for barging in but, i really have to talk to you— or apologize.” your hands shake as you enter the kitchen.
“y—y/n—?” mark tries to run in front of you.
you stop and turn. “mark, im in love with you.” mark stops in front of you with his lips slightly parted.
someone clears their throat. “am i.. interrupting something?” your body stills.
holy fuck.
your head slowly turns toward the voice. “hi.” you squeak and wave. “hey, i’m celina. marks date— and, you?” you gulp and turn your head back to marks.
“woah, im sorry. i didn’t realize my.. my neighbor! i didn’t realize my neighbor had a date. wow, this was so rude of me to just barge in— i apologize!” you laugh and look behind you— thank god mark had two entry for his kitchen.
“i—i should go! nice meeting you celina! again, sorry!” you awkwardly laugh and leave through the second entry.
what the actual hell were you thinking??
that was definitely a sign that it isn’t meant to be.
“maaaaa, it was so embarrassing!” you cry a whine into her chest. “he was on a date and i just, barged in like the kool aid guy telling him that i love him!”
your mother gasps. “you told him you love him? my love, i know you want to tell about how you feel for him but.. don’t be so upfront!” you whine and fall back on her bed.
“you always tell me to be upfront and straight forward.” you sigh and run your hands over your face. “sometimes you shouldn’t listen to me!” you and her laugh as you sit up.
“i messed up, ma.” your mother cups your face. “yeah, you did.” you softly laugh and sigh.
PING!
“should i get that?” your mother frowns and nods. “fine.” you huff and grab your phone.
you gasp. “ma, he texted me!” you jump up on your knees. “who? who?!” she jumps on her knees. “who other than mark, ma?!” you and her squeal for a good minute before calming down.
“he said, come over and let’s talk— please.” you bite your lip and your mother shows a shocked face. “go, now. i’m so serious right now, y/n. get out of my house and come back the next day to tell me what happened!”
you laugh and climb out of her bed. “ma, im nervous!” you say slipping on your shoes. “just go! take my car and go, sweetheart! you’ll be fine, i promise.” she gives you a kiss on the forehead and watches you walk out to her car.
you bite your nail while walking back and forth in front of marks door. debating if you should knock or just turn and leave.
“well, i’m already here.” you sigh and pull your hand away from your mouth.
you clear your throat and straighten up before bringing your hand up and knocking on marks door. mid knock, the door swings open and your arm hangs in the air.
“hi.” mark sighs with a lopsided smile.
“hi.” you bite your lip and gulp.
“i was wondering when you’d knock.” what? “uh, i could see you pacing back and forth through my camera.” you look to the side to side before stopping when seeing his ring camera.
you look back at him. “oh.” you nervously laugh and mark finally invites you inside with an apology.
“so,” you swoop your skirt and sit on his couch. “why did you ask me to come here? i thought you had a date.. with celina?” mark sits across from you and rests his elbows on his knees.
“i cut our date short.” he answers plainly. “wh—what? why?” mark rubs his stubble. “i had to see you, y/n. i needed to talk to you a—after what you said.”
mark raises his eyes to yours and you bring your eyes to his fireplace.
“look, mark— what i said..” you sigh and push your hair back.
“did you mean it?” you bring your eyes back to his. your eye twitches and so does your jaw as you contemplate on what to say.
mark gets up and your eyes follow him. he walks around the coffee table and stops in front of you before sitting down on the table.
you felt like time had stopped with him.. being so close in front of you.
“tell me, y/n. did you mean what you said?” you wet your lips. “i—i did.” mark rests his elbows on his knees like before. “say it without stuttering.”
“i did and i do, mark. i.. love you.” mark softly smiles. “i didn’t ask before but, can i kiss you?” you follow along with the smile and nod.
mark cups your face and softly connects his lips with yours. no roughness and no blood this time.
the kiss was getting rougher and sloppier by the second and in the heat of the moment, you took marks hand and you brought it under your skirt.
“fuck,” mark pulls away and looks down before looking back up. “you’re drenched, baby.” you tipped your head back and sighed when he pressed his fingers more on your clit.
mark pushes your skirt up and looks down. “god, you’re adorable.” mark softly giggles at your panties— they were cotton with flowers printed all over it and a tiny little flower was sewed in the middle of the stretch-band.
“it was on sale at victoria secret!” you whine.
mark softly laughs. “may i?” mark tugs on the band and you nod, biting your lip.
mark pulls your panties down and holds them up. embarrassment washed over you when seeing the a wet splotch on the cotton material.
“mark, give it to me—?” you reach up to snatch it but mark reclines back. “ah ah, what do you think you’re doing?” he smirks and looks at the panties in his hand. “taking back what’s mine— give it—?” you try and reach for it, again but mark does the same thing.
“nice try, princess. this is mine now.” he bunches it up and tucks it in his back pocket. “what’re you gonna do with it, huh? wear it?” mark laughs. “shut up.” you yelp when he lands a soft smack on your clit.
mark lifts his hand to his mouth and sticks out his tongue, wetting his two fingers before slowly sliding them into your cunt.
you moan and slowly let your legs fall together. “no no no,” mark parts your legs with his free hand. “i want these open, you hear me?” you bite your lip and nod. “good.”
a tortured groan rumbled in your throat as mark slowly slipped his fingers within your walls. your walls tightened around his fingers every time the tip of his fingers brushed against your g-spot.
“m—mark!” you hum and softly gasp. your clit throbbed and throbbed. “do you like this, baby?” mark says, slowly thrusting his fingers.
you shake your head. “you don’t?” mark pauses and you whine. “mark, i want it faster.” marks lip curl into a grin. “you’re a needy one, aren’t you?”
mark intensifies his movements and rests his thumb on your clit. “ooohh, my god.” you shudder a moan and let your eyes roll back.
“mark!” his lips rest on your swollen clit and it catches you off guard. “oh, god— mark!” you cry out and tug on his locks.
his fingers scissoring inside you as his tongue swirls around your clit. he hums a chuckle when feeling your fingers tug tighter.
“oh, ffffuck!” you gasp, feeling him nibble on your clit.
the sounds of mark lapping up your juice fills your ears, along with the sounds of his fingers scissoring you rapidly.
you push mark away, his lips a bit swollen and red as he’s shoved away from you. “w—wait, m—mark!” the pleasure is too much.
“what’s wrong, baby? tell me how it feels, baby.” mark whispers and you struggle with speak. the air tightening around you as your orgasm sneaked closer. “cmon, baby.” mark slows down his moments and you whine.
“i—it feels.. amazing, mark.” you grasp the material of his couch and clench your jaw with a grunted, high pitched moan. “there you go, baby.” mark whispers, his fingers throbbing from how tight you clenched.
“oh, fuck.” mark pulls his fingers out and lifts them. “so perfect.” mark sighs and plops them on his tongue. mark slides his tongue between the two cum covered fingers and moans around them.
“m—mark, i just— i just squirted!” you stare in horror as he sucks on his fingers.
“princess, you taste so sweet.” he looks down at you and grins widely.
the image of you laid in front of him with your legs wide open and your pussy glistening, your chest heaving and your eyes fighting to stay open.
“god, this is embarrassing.” you groan. “hey,” mark grabs your jaw and shakes your head side to side, waking you back up. “we aren’t done yet, princess.”
mark lifts you up and fixes your skirt. “we’re taking this to the room, okay, princess?” you nod and wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
once upstairs, mark lays you gently on his bed. “are you on birth control?” he asks and you nod. “but, could you please use a condom?” mark reaches above you and opens up his nightstand.
you hear rustling until a wrapper is heard. “i will always use a condom. never have i once slept with a women without wearing a condom.” you take the condom from mark and you rip it open.
“can i put it on?” mark softly laughs and nods. you sit up and wait until mark undresses himself. with excitement, you slide the condom on with a bit of marks help.
you lay back down and mark looks down at you— he admires you before nodding. “ready, princess?” you’re caught off guard by his question— too busy staring down at his cock.
it was both long and thick. maybe a good eight inch.
“ready.” you nod.
mark holds one of your thigh and slowly pushes himself in. your mouth parts and and your body tenses up. you let out a cry when mark made it half way.
now, it wasn’t like you were a virgin— you aren’t. but, his size was different compared to the other three guys you’ve slept with. they were thinner and below 6 inches.
“mark,” you exhale and rest your palm on his faint abs. “i’ll go slow, baby. don’t worry.” you shake your head. “n—no, i want it fast. j—just not now.” you exhale, again.
you look to the side when feeling mark interlace his fingers with yours. “i’ll go as slow as you want, baby. we can be here all night at this pace.” you softly laugh and so does mark.
after about several minutes, you had gotten over the slight burning sensation and had begged mark to pick up his pace.
“just like that, baby.” mark groaned and watched as your pussy swallowed his cock. “absolutely gorgeous.” he whispers and tightens his hand around yours.
you give a squeeze back and mark softly laughs.
“you’re so fucking perfect.” he whispers and presses his lips against yours. mark doesn’t let your lips go instead, he pounds his hips down on yours.
your moans being swallowed by mark as his cock hit your g-spot, over and over, again. mark pulls your leg onto his hip and roughly rocks his hips into yours. you bring your other leg up to marks hip and you lock your ankles together, pulling him closer.
“mark,” you moan, pulling away. “i’m— mark, im gonna—?” mark kisses you. “cum.” he finishes for you. “do it. i love how tight you get when you cum.”
and, so you do. your pussy tightens around mark when your second orgasm washes over you. “what a good slut.” mark coos and presses his lips on yours.
slut?
mark pulls away when your legs go weak. his cock stands hard as he grabs your hips and turns you on your knees.
“m—mark, my legs!” you giggle. your legs shook and quivered— and, if it were for marks arm around your waist holding you up, you would’ve collapsed.
mark uses his free hand and lands a spank on your ass. “look at this pretty flushed ass.” mark lands another spank on your ass and you whine. “mark, stop!” you swat his hand.
“sh, sh.” mark pushes down the upper half of your body and plants a kiss on your ass cheek. “stay still and let me hear those pretty noises while i fuck you, slut.”
mark pushes into you and your eyes fall shut but your mouth falls open with moans spilling out.
“that’s it, slut. let me hear your pretty sounds.” mark gathers your hair and yanks it back. “ah— mark.” you wince, your back aching from how much it arched.
mark hisses and squeezes your hips. “moan for me, baby. i love hearing how pretty you sound.” your mouth falls open and more moans spill out.
“fuck, im gonna cum.” mark exhales and tilts his head back. “y/n, wha—?” his head snaps back when feeling you slip off his cock.
you turn around and push mark back by shoving his shoulders. he falls on his ass with his legs laid out in front of him.
“baby, what are you doing—?” you sit on your knees and crawl forward, pulling the condom off and flinging on to the side. “baby—?” mark sighs when feeling your lips wrap around his cock.
“fuck, baby.” mark softly chuckles and you gasp when feeling a hand drop on your head.
his fingers tangle with your hair. mark lets out a string of curses as he pushes your head down and back up. you push away marks hand and he tsks.
“i’m a big girl, mark.” you say pulling off his cock.
he lets out a drowsy smile and gathers your hair, even the ones that stuck to your face with sweat.
you settled with a rhythm and flattened your tongue along his cock. mark moans and you smile at the sounds of pleasure he let spill from his throat.
“oh, fuck. oh, fuck, baby—?!” mark holds your head down and dumps his load down your throat before letting you up.
you gasp heavily and slap your hands down on marks thighs— which, he winces at. your eyes fall shut when feeling something land on your cheek then nose and then chin.
“you’re a piece of shit.” you laugh, opening your eyes to see mark still recovering from his orgasm. “you love it.” you roll your eyes.
mark reaches forward and wraps his hand around your nape, yanking you forward and connecting your lips with his.
he pulls away and pulls your jaw apart. you wait until a ball of saliva falls into your mouth, landing on your tongue. you swallow and open your mouth, again.
“good girl, baby.” mark softly laughs and rubs your cheek.
mark frees your jaw and lowers his eyes to your breasts. your eyes follow and mark cups your breasts from below.
“god, could you get any more gorgeous than this?” you bite your lip as mark moves closer, his mouth practically drooling over your breasts.
a soft moan is heard from you when mark wraps his lips around your nipple. he looked adorable from your view. just sucking on your tit and pinching the other nipple.
“oh, god.” you sigh and bring your hand up to his lock, tangling your finger in his locks and yanking them.
“you taste so sweet.. every part of you is so sweet.” he whispers and moves to the other breast. “oh, god, mark.” you gasp, pushing his head closer.
mark pulls away and his lips were slightly plumped with redness. “you look so cute.” you giggle, wiping his extra drool with your thumb.
mark grabs your hand and leans into your touch. “what do you say,” he brings his lips onto yours. “wash up,” he pulls off and then returns. “and i’ll order something for us?” you laugh against his lips and nod.
“alright, cmon. i wanna see how sexy you’ll look in my clothes.” you roll your eyes and laugh.
“you know, hearing you say that you were supposed to go on a date with one of my best friends.. i was.. i was honestly furious.” mark says grabbing a chicken drumstick.
“i felt like someone had punched a hole in my heart.” you laugh and mark stammers confusingly. “wha— im serious! honestly, i’m actually serious. i went to his place and punched him right in the jaw.”
wow, mark lee? really?
“did you actually?” you ask, sipping on the cola in your cup. “i did and i.. would do it again but i wouldn’t. kind of hurt my knuckles.” he laughs.
“i’m glad we talked things out.” you say with a sigh. “i’m glad we did, too.” mark grabs another chicken.
you sigh, again, swallowing the skin of the crispy chicken. “my mom is gonna freak when i tell her about the amazing sex we just had.” you laugh and then mark follows.
“wa—wait—? wh—what?” his voice squeaks.
you giggle. “wait, do you tell your mom everything?” his half eaten chicken lays between his fingers. “i do. she’s my best friend.” mark takes a bite out of his chicken.
“mm..” he sets down his chicken on his plate. “so, that means you’ll also tell her that we’re dating, now?” you quirk an eyebrow. “since when, hm?”
mark clears his throat. “y/n, will you be my one and only girlfriend?” you smirk, hiding the fact that you were melting inside. “yes, mark lee. i will be your one and only girlfriend.” you giggle.
“good, because i wasn’t gonna let you go anyway.” he winks and you hide your smile with the drumstick.
A/N: i genuinely was gonna write something that was like.. related to the title “punch” but i didn’t save it and it deleted! so, i’d already had the picture and divider so i just decided to write something else.
so if you’re reading it and thinking “what rje hell does this have to do with “punch” — nothing. it has nothing to do with this post.
WARNINGS: dilf!mark, pregnant milf!reader, kissing, breast play, breeding, praising, dirty talking, spanking, shower sex, and just pure fluff!
AN| happy (late) father’s day! i know, i know. i’m late to this post BUT, you know me, im late to/with everything! anywho, i want to say thank both my daddies. my dad dad and my bf daddy. ANYWHO! happy father’s day to my dad who lives miles and miles away from me, i love you dearly and wish you the best without having the best daughter in the world next to you. and to my daddy who’s next to me in bed (resting after having good pussy), i love you too.
the door unlocks and you try your best to quickly scramble up from the couch with your pint of ice cream in one hand and a fork in the other.
you hear a deep sigh and a bag being dropped on the ground.
at last, you’re able to lift yourself off the couch and onto your feet.
being seven months pregnant with a big belly was a struggle.
“mark, hunnie?” you call out and walk over to the front door space. “mark— oh, jesus christ!” you jump when mark jumpscares you.
“shit— baby, you scared me— oh, my god. i’m so sorry, baby.” marks hands land on your lower back and the side of your belly.
you sigh and attempt to wrap your arms around mark but your belly keeps you two at a distance. mark giggles at your cuteness and pulls you in front of him, putting his arms above your belly and dipping his chin on your shoulder.
“i’m sorry, hunnie.” you rub his arms and rock side to side. “no, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare my pregnant wife— just didn’t expect us to go separate paths.” he laughs.
“it’s alright— anyways, how was work?” mark groans and drops his head back before dropping his forehead on the back of your head.
mark sighs, “i’m so pissed. it’s father’s day and they wouldn’t allow me to go home early so i could spend time with you and jae-mi. they said they’d let us leave early because they knew we had plans for father’s day but still were planning to keep us until midnight until taeyong spoke up and they finally just let us leave.”
you frown, “aw, i’m sorry, baby. i’m sorry you are under such a shitty company who doesn’t care about you. and, i’m glad taeyong spoke up. i genuinely was gonna be a karen tonight and march on over to your practice room and complain about you not being home and missing out father’s day— jae-mi was really upset that you weren’t coming home. every hour that went by, she asked and asked if you were coming home yet. it was so disappointing to tell her that you weren’t just yet.”
“not a karen,” mark laughs. “just a loving, worried, moody wife who cares about her husbands well being under my shitty company who doesn’t care about me at all.”
“but, what did you and jae-mi do for father’s day while i was out on schedules?” you smile and bite on his hand crossed in front of you. “we just baked a bit for you, y’know— made some strawberry shortcake cupcakes and brownies.”
“uhhh,” you jump and mark pauses. “let’s go to the kitchen and i’ll let you know else we did.”
you continue to tell mark about what you and your five year old did without mark while walking over to the kitchen.
“woah— woah! what the— woah!” mark gasps and lets go of you. “dude— what! yo, this is sick!” mark jumps excitedly as he sees the frosted (and topped off with cut up strawberries) cupcakes and powered brownies.
you laugh at how mark went from being pissed to being so hyper from seeing sweets.
“wait, that isn’t even the best part. look,” you go around the island and grab the drying white paper from the fridge. “look, look!” you hold up the paper and mark squeals.
“who made this?” mark says, grabbing the paper from you. “this is an absolute masterpiece, what the!” mark says, admiring the art piece.
you tuck your hands behind your back and tilt your head. “jae-mi made it for you. she said she wanted to make something for you that you’d like and.. she made.. a heart with the letter ‘M’ in it.”
“oh, right! she made more for you, look.” you grab the other pieces of paper from the dining table and you pass them to mark.
“aww, this is sick. where’s my little girl?” mark says looking through the art works.
one was a glitter-glued-on-written sign that said, happy father’s day to the best daddy, in blue glitter.
another said, #1 daddy, in pink glitter.
“your little girl is sound asleep in her bed.” mark evens the papers and sets them on the island. “well, i’ll tell her tomorrow morning that her art pieces for me were beautiful.”
“wow, those are really messy.” mark says looking down at his now glitter covered hands.
you giggle and nod. “you should’ve seen mine earlier— jae-mi and i had to take two showers.”
mark grabs you by the shoulder and slams your back onto his chest, wrapping his heavy arms around your shoulder. “now, what did mommy make for me?”
you laugh and shake your head. “mommy helped your little girl make you these nummy desserts.” you push out of his hold and you grab a cupcake from the tray, peeling away the cupcake liner and taking a big bite into the cupcake.
“mmm,” you moan, chewing and then licking your top lip to get the extra whipped cream. “hm, try it.” you hold the cupcake in front of marks mouth and mark licks his lips, leaning forward and then taking a bigger bite.
“holy shit— mm, that’s so good. oh my god.” mark moans and nods, jumping around while holding his crotch and shaking his head.
you laugh and continue to eat the cupcake until all that’s left is the liner.
“alright, baby. let’s go take a shower, yeah?” you whine and shake your head. “this’ll be my third shower of the day— i’m so tired of taking showers.”
you lean your chin on marks chest and you shut your eyes. mark mocks your whine and places his chin on your head.
“but, i’m stinky, baby. i’m all sticky and sweaty.” you push off mark and he interlaces hands with you. “then shower by yourself.” you say with sass and mark laughs. “but, i wanna shower with you.”
you tsk, “fine. but, you have to carry me to the bathroom. now, hurry, let’s go before i change my mind.”
mark quickly yanks his hands from yours and lifts you off your feet by carrying you bridal style. “mark!” you laugh unstably as mark bounces while running up to the bathroom.
“are you crazy?!” you laugh as mark kicks the bathroom door open and sits you on the counter. “what, you said to hurry up before you changed your mind, no?”
he was right, so you couldn’t be mad.
“just, tsk— start the shower will’ya!” you make an angry face and mark laughs.
mark walks over to the shower and turns on the shower, in an instant, hot water squirts out the shower head.
“get undressed, baby.” mark says, walking over to the closet next to the shower and pulling out clean towels.
“mm, why don’t you undress me yourself?” mark stops in his tracks and looks up at you, trying his best to hide the shy smirk.
you place both hands on either sides of your legs and you smirk. “i said why don’t you undress me yourse—?” you gasp as mark drops the neatly folded towels and jogs over to you, quickly grabbing at your oversized shirt that was honestly his from his side of the closet.
mark tosses the shirt behind him and goes for your loose jamies. he undoes the knot and tugs them off with needy grunts.
“mark,” you giggle while being tossed around on your ass. “don’t forget about yourself, you dummy.” mark nods.
marks pupils grow when seeing your huge breasts— thanks for your pregnancy that bumped you from a C cup to a double D cup.
his hands shake as they go to undo your bra. “geez, when did they get this big.” mark says as the push-up bra releases your mochi like breasts.
“they’ve been growing ever since my third month.” you say with creased eyes and an innocent grin as mark massages them in his hands.
“mark, stop,” you giggle as he tweaks your nipples. “you can do that in the shower but i’m getting cold and i can just feel the hot steam from the shower.”
“alright, alright.” mark frowns as he forces himself to pull away from your breasts and helps you down from the counter.
mark walks with you to the running shower after pulling off your panties and you turn around and you stop him.
“what?” he looks down at you.
“you’re still fully clothed, hunnie.” you point out while softly laughing.
mark looks down and laughs along with you. “i forgot,” he rubs his nape and sighs. “wanna undress me?” you tilt your head and sigh. “you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” you see the disappointment in marks eyes and you laugh even more.
“kidding, i’d love to, markie.” you pat his head when seeing him melt.
you pull up his shirt and you purposely run your hand down his toned abs just to make him flex for you. “you’re a cutie, markie.” you tap the tip of his nose and in a reflex for that, he scrunches his nose up.
you finish off by going on your knees and pulling down his sweats and his boxers all together.
“oh,” your eyes slightly cross when marks semi-hard cock bobs in your face. “markie,” you say in a teasing tone. “is this for me?” mark sticks the tip of his tongue out and scrunches up his face in embarrassment.
“let’s continue in the shower?” you ask and mark quickly nods.
mark helps you up off your knees and follows you into the shower like a lost pup.
you turn and give mark a kiss under the pouring showering which quickly leads to a hot and heated makeout sesh. “m—mark,” you attempt to call for him in the middle of the kiss but mark doesn’t stop, he’s addicted.
you somehow manage to pull away from marks needy kisses and you burst into a fit of laughter when seeing how swollen and red his lips are.
“geez, you needy needy man!” mark touches his lips and suddenly turns all red when feeling the swollen-ness.
“i just— it feels like i haven’t kissed you for so long, y/n.” you laugh, holding his forearms. “we kissed this morning before you went off to schedules.”
“not like that, we didn’t.”
“uh, yes we did. don’t tell me you don’t remember our quickie this morning.” mark takes a moment and then finally it clicks. “oooohhhh, right. dude, i totally forgot, i’m sorry.”
you shake your head while rolling your eyes. “whatever, just hurry up and fuck me.”
mark turns you and bends you perfectly so your hands can grasp the tiled walls. “don’t tell me what to do.” mark spanks you and you cry out.
“don’t be so harsh—!” mark spanks you once more. “i said don’t tell me what to do.” you look back when feeling his tip poke at your entrance.
“then don’t be so harsh— and stop teasing me, will’ya— nghh!” you moan when feeling mark ease into you.
“oh, fuck.” mark says, pinching your hip with one hand and using the other hand to hold himself up from leaning all his weight on you.
“baby,” mark groans. “you feel so good, baby. oh, my god.”
his pulsing cock pushes past your gummy walls and continues that many times. “mark,” your cheek pressed against the tiles and your hands laid flat against the tiles.
“harder, markie.” you grunt, grabbing his wrists from behind and crying out when mark starts ramming into your cunt.
“oh, mark!” you wail, moving yourself up onto your tip-toes.
marks face scrunches in pleasure as he feels you clench around him.
your hand reaches down and you begin to rub your nub that’d cried for attention. “f—fuck, i’m gonna cum soon. i’m s—so close.” you pant, rubbing quick circles on your clit and moaning like a wild animal.
you and mark both let out groans when feeling you squirt, the liquid runs down your hand and down marks cock.
“god— mark, i’m cumming.” you cry out to mark who continues to plow into you. “god, i’m cumming.” you whisper.
your knees wobble and buckle as your orgasm hits you. mark quickly holds under your belly and catches you, making sure he gives nice and slow thrusts while holding you up.
“cum, mark. i wanna feel your cum dripping out of my pussy.” you whisper to mark, slowly recovering from your orgasm.
“you want me to cum in your pussy? your pregnant pussy?” you nod, whining at how much more turned on you got just from hearing mark dirty talk to you.
mark does as you pleaded for and cums into your cunt.
his sloppy thrusts come to a halt and he stays balls deep in your cunt. marks cum dripping past his dick and falling straight on the tiled ground, it washes away from the powerful impact of the hot water being sprayed out the shower head.
“geez— i need to sit down.” you pant when mark pulls out of you— slowly.
mark lowers himself to the floor and sits you on his lap. “i love you, you know that, right?” mark chuckles. “of course i do. y’know that i love you too, right?” you nod tiredly. “to the moon and back?” you nod, again.
silence fills up the bathroom.
“so,” you start. “round two?”
“i’ll meet you in the bedroom in ten.” mark says, pushing you back onto your feet.
you leave the bathroom with a purple towel around you and you wait for mark.
ten minutes was too long and by the time mark was finished with his shower, you were sound asleep on his side of the bed with the towel still wrapped around your body.
can you do mark praise kink PLEASEEE i'm literally drooling thinking abt it
[12:40AM]
GENRE: fluff and smut
WARNINGS: riding, sleepy reader, lazy sex, kissing, protected sex, slight butt play, and of course praising!
mark presses a kiss on your shoulder while you slowly rock your hips. “that’s it, baby. you’re doing so well.” you flinch up as mark circles the rim of your second hole.
“keep going, baby.” mark holds you hip and helps guide them in a certain pace that has you mumbling moans. “i’m sorry, markie.” mark presses another kiss on your shoulder. “for what, baby?” he rubs your hips and you sigh. “for going so slow.”
that makes a lazy grin grow on marks face. “no, baby. that’s okay. this is nice— i like it.” you snuggle your face more into the crook of his neck, feeling his lightly shaved beard graze on your forehead.
“you sure it doesn’t bother you?” mark shakes his head and rubs your ass cheeks. “not at all, baby.” he grabs your hips and begins to rock them but in a harsher way.
“does that feel good, baby?” you nod, your clit rubbing against his base and his lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder. “feels really good, markie.” you mumble.
your hands fist tightly around his white fitted t-shirt as your orgasm hits you slowly yet harshly. “that’s it, baby. let it go.” mark brushes your hair. “good job,” mark wraps his arms around your hips. “you did so good for me, baby. but, now it’s my turn, okay?”
mark slowly thrusts his hips up while groaning and moaning under his breath. “i’m close, baby.” mark grunts and plows his hips upward. mark cums into the condom with a low groan and with his arms wrapped tightly around you.
“good job, baby. you did so good for me tonight.” mark presses a kiss on your shoulder once again before laying his head back on the headboard and shutting his eyes.
mark is usually the one who has you pinned and fucks you while you just take it. moaning and crying out of pleasure.
but tonight, marks hands on your hips and guiding you to an orgasm.
you moan and toss your head back when feeling the head of his cock brush against your g-spot. “fuck, markie. i love when your dick does that. it feels so good.”
“does it, baby?” you nod and hug mark tightly.
you bounce your hips more, his cock reappears then disappears within seconds. you don’t waste time in chasing your orgasm.
“feels so good, markie.” you whine out. “so good.” you bite your bottom lip and moan.
“ahh,” you exhale and hiss while slowly dropping your hips.
mark lets out a sound of confusion onto why you’ve just randomly come to a stop.
“cmon, baby. why’d you stop moving?”
you pull away and look at him. at his pretty brown doe eyes.
“just wanna tease you a bit.” you tilt your head and shake your hips.
“baby, cmon.” mark points his glare and you giggle. “this isn’t funny, baby. cmonnn.” he whines. “it’s a little funny— you gotta admit it. seeing you all worked up from being teased.”
“it’s not funny, y/n.”
“it is if you aren’t such a party pooper! what a cutie—“ you push and push until you gasp when being flipped and slammed on your back.
you look down when feeling emptiness. “mark,” you laugh nervously. “i was kidding— oh, god.” you gasp and tilt your chin up when feeling his cock enter you.
“you wanna act like this is funny?” mark rolls his hips.
you wince as mark pushes your thighs more apart after you’d attempted to close them up around marks waist.
“‘s this funny, now?” you shake your head. “not so funny, huh?” you shake your head, again.
“i’m sorry, it’s not funny— oh, fuck.” you arch your back off the bed as mark fucks you.
his tip brushes past your g-spot, giving your g-spot quick kisses. as mark thrusts into you, every-so now and then his base meets your clit.
your hand goes to marks chest and then around his neck. you watch up into marks eyes that were sharp, they only soften when seeing how pretty you are.
“who knew i’d such a pretty girl in my bed.” you smile and lock your ankles together around marks waist.
“‘ve got the prettiest girl in my bed.” marks hand reaches down and wraps around your neck. “you like being choked, don’t’cha?” you nod.
mark dips his head and allows himself to kiss you. his kisses rough and sloppy, exactly like his thrusts.
“fuck, baby,” mark pulls away. “you’re getting tighter— you gonna cum for me?” you nod, whimpering.
“cum for me, then. wanna feel how good i make you feel.”
you reach down and rub your clit, moaning more when feeling more pleasure. especially coming from your clit. the pleasure spreads like a wet paper towel.
you cry out and hug mark who quickly pulls out and jerks himself off until finishing on your abdomen.
mark huffs and puffs before pulling himself away from you. “hold on, baby,” he heaves. “wanna clean you off first then we can cuddle.”
you watch as mark hops off the bed and leaves the room, only to come back seconds later with a rag. he uses the rag and wipes away his cum and your cum between your legs.
“uuuugh,” mark grunts when joining you back in bed. “c’mere, baby.” he mumbles quietly and yanks you closer.
“i love you.” he mutters and kisses your head.
“i love you, too.” you say before going out like a light.
I don’t write imagines but I had a thought for an imagine if you or anyone wants to expand on it but innocent!girlfriend x hornyboyfriend!mark are making out in bed when the girlfriend asks,
“what do I taste like?” to which, mark’s horny mind thinks of her pussy that he’s never tasted before, when in reality she’s talking about her lips when they kiss.
“Um, uh- I’m not sure”, he nervously stutters, blushing & now very hard. cue his girlfriend giggling confused & saying, “you don’t know what my lips taste like? not like my vanilla lip balm? or like, salty or sweet?”
then mark curses himself for being so horny & thinking she meant her pussy so he nervously laughs, “Oh, I - I guess vanilla, yeah” but all he can think about right now is eating her out for the first time & fucking that innocent smile right of her face because now he’s turned on & curious & wants to taste his angel & make her innocent little smile-crinkled eyes roll to the back of her head (:
[8:20pm]
GENRE: fluff and suggestive
WARNINGS: mentions of pussy eating, flirting, kissing, sexual touching, innocent reader, bad boy horny mark, mentions of smoking, and grinding/dry humping.
marks hands squeezing and rubbing your waist as he gently kisses you. his hands dragging your body closer to his as if the skin on skin contact wasn’t enough.
his teeth softly nibble on your bottom lip before you pull away with a smile. “mark, you always do that.” you were but you weren’t complaining. “doin’ what, baby?” he rubs your hips. “eating me alive?!” you and him laugh. “because you taste good.” his eyes widen as a quick expression.
“well, im not something to eat?!” you and mark laugh, again. “you are now.” he bites his lip and lets the chapstick melt onto his tongue.
watermelon, his favorite.
“well, since i taste good. what do i taste like?” you rest your hands on his chest and mark turns into a tomato. “t—taste like?” mark forgets what you and him were even talking about before the sudden question.
“yeah? like, do i taste like my watermelon chapstick ooorrr, do i taste like your watermelon flush flavored vape?” marks lip curls into a smile and he looks away at his window.
you sigh, grinding your hips and making him let out a groan. “soo, what do i taste like?” mark watches every movement. he watches as your teeth catches your bottom lip. “i—i, what? i—i don’t know what you taste like?!” he awkwardly laughs.
marks dirty mind brings him to him eating you out on his bed. your hands scratching around and tugging on his dark blue sheets while moaning wildly and squirming around. “hmmm,” mark hums into your pussy, sending vibrations up your spine. your legs pinned down by marks hands as he watches you cry into your fists. mark sucks your clit and thrusts his tongue into your hole.
“mark,” mark shakes lightly when feeling several light taps on his cheek. “you okay? you’re zoning out.” mark nods and clears his throat. “y—yeah, i—i’m fine.” he grins shyly.
“so? how do i taste?” you lean forward, again. “like my favorite; watermelon.” you squint your eyes with a hum. “i know what you were thinking.” you sit up and mark laughs nervously. “w—what? i—i wasn’t thinking about anything.”
you roll your eyes. “but, i do wanna know what you taste like.” mark yanks at your hips. “mark—?!” you squeal before your phone rings.
you and mark both look towards your phone laying on top of marks.
the ID labeled MOM with a heart.
“it’s my mom, i think she’s outside.” you snatch your phone and answer. “hi, mom— yes. okay, give me a minute to wake mark up.” you lie straight through your teeth— you learned lying from mark.
you hang up and mark tsks. “who taught you how to lie. such a bad girl.” you groan and go to slide off mark before he flips the two of you over. him now topping you.
“let me taste you, baby. just a taste’ll do.” you bite your lip. “one taste.” you whisper and marks grin widens. he tugs at your jeans and slips past your waist.
one taste, my ass.
your mom was pissed at you for being three minutes late. but, it was worth it.
GENRE: absolute fluff— 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.
“of course we can go look for dinosaurs later! and then, after we should look for the tickle monster.” you suggest to your son who coos in amazement.
“i think the monster is under the bed— what do you think, momma?” you giggle and sit up, looking down at him with a smirk. “maybe momma is the tickle monster.”
“what, momma—?” the boy yells and then giggles loudly while squirming as you lightly dig your fingers into his sides and his ribs. “m—momma!” he giggles and attempts to curl up.
a groan scares the two of you causing the two of you to scream. “gosh, what is all this noise?” your husband, mark, sits up with an open jaw and his hand rubbing his eyes. “oops, we woke daddy up, momma.” your son gasps.
“sorry, darlin’. didn’t mean to wake you up— me and rubin were just messing around.” the boy nods quickly. “yeah! and, did you know momma’s the tickle monster?!” marks chuckle comes out deep and slightly raspy.
“momma isn’t the tickle monster,” mark held an evil smirk on his lips. “daddy is.” you and your son gasp before mark grabs the two of you with an evil laugh.
“no, no! daddy’s the tickle monster!” 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. “wha—? still have one left.” mark licks his lips and raises his eyebrows before attacking you.
“mark!” you laugh and tickle mark back. “my god!” you gasp when feeling his lips hit your jaw and then your lips and then your neck.
“hey!” rubin squeals from the side of the bed. “daddy, stop kissing mommy! only i can kiss mommy.” you place a hand on marks chest and look at your son. “only kisses from rubin?” rubin nods with his arms crossed and a pout.
you look up at mark who stares down at you with the same pout— god, they looked so much alike.
“you heard the boy.” mark glares at the boy. “mommy, is mine.” mark looks down at you and presses a quick peck on your lips making you lightly shriek. “daddy! no!” rubin stomps his foot and whines.
“yes, rubin.” mark teases the boy and then presses another peck on your lips. “that’s not fair!” 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. “not fair.” mark groans into the kiss and you place a hand on his chest. “rubin,” you turn to the boy who has glistening eyes. “you hungry, baby?” he sniffles and nods. “okay, let’s go make you some yummy food, yeah?” he nods and sits up.
“cmon,” you reach behind mark and pat his ass. “let’s go find some stuff to make.” mark clicks his tongue and presses another kiss on you before sitting up.
“rubin, help mommy.” you fake a groan and pout. “daddy, get off mommy.” rubin pulls your hand and grunts while attempting to yank you away from mark. “mm, i don’t think so. mommy feels like a cuddly teddy bear.” mark leans back down and wraps his arms around you, again.
you tsk with a grin before pushing mark, again. “stop messin’ with him, he’s just a baby.” you glare and shove mark to the side. “he’s three?!” mark shrieks. “exactly— a baby!” you climb off the bed and reach back, pulling on the thin fabric stuck up your ass.
“cmon, mommy. let’s go away from daddy.” 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!
