Mark bit his lip, burying his face into the sheets of the bed as he felt the tip of the dildo prod at his hole, blush deepening when he heard a low chuckle from you.
“You sure you’re okay, baby?” You asked your hands on either side of his hips, thumbs rubbing over his skin smoothly
He nodded, and made a muffled noise of confirmation.
“So quiet,” You smiled, squeezing him, and Mark whimpered “Why don’t you tell me how much you want it, hm?”
There was a hesitant silence, in which Mark lifted up his head, and though he was facing away from you, you could practically hear his lip quivering. He was scared, you knew that- you’d bought a much bigger strap than Mark had ever taken, and to be honest, bigger than you’d ever used- but it wasn’t hard to tell how much he wanted it, judging by his flushed face, desperate whines, and most notably, his rock hard cock that had been practically dripping for the past at least minute.
“Please mommy…” He whispered finally “I-…I need your cock so bad please- g-gape me mommy,”
Your smile widened, and slowly, you pushed inside him, the lube squelching as it pressed against the boy. Mark was immediately responsive, body tensing, grasping at the sheets, and a long but quiet moan leaving his lips as the dildo disappeared inside him.
“That’s right baby,” You soothed, rubbing your hands along his skin “Such a good boy for me. Just tell mommy when you’re ready, yeah?”
Mark blushed at the praise, and hid his face in the covers again. There was a pause, where you simply continued to trace your fingers up and down Mark’s back, and his thighs, until he whimpered.
“O-okay,”
You slowly pulled your hips back, and then pushed back into him, smirking as Mark whined into the sheets.
“You’re doing so well baby boy,” You whispered “So good at taking mommy’s cock,”
At your words, Mark’s whines only became louder. You steadily began to speed up, until soon you were going a reasonably fast pace, and your boyfriend was moaning unrestrained beneath you, occasionally what sounded like a choked sob leaving him, but he wasn’t crying.
“F-faster- please-” He managed between his moans
You complied, licking your lips as you watched Mark stretch with the dildo, and appreciating the way his back arched every now and then. It was a couple more seconds until the boy practically screamed, and it was sudden, too.
“Oh?” You raised a brow
“Fuck- again- again- ah- please don’t stop-”
You readjusted yourself, and continued pounding into him, supposedly hitting his prostate. Mark’s moans immediately became much, much louder, and his body jerked slightly before he began to move his hips back in time with you, muttering incoherent begging.
“G-gonna- cum- please mo- mommy- ahh-”
“Cum for me, baby,”
After a moment, he did, hips moving sporadically as cum shot out of him and onto the bed sheets. You slowly licked your lips, smirking as, after Mark had come down from his high, you pulled out.
“Such a good boy,” You muttered, squeezing his thighs, eyes fixed on his hole, that was opening and closing slightly with his heavy breathing, and that was obviously far more stretched than just minutes ago
“Thank…you-” Mark breathed
“Anything for someone as pretty as you,” You smirked, and smacked his ass lightly, eliciting yet another whimper
Markwhimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and trying not to fidget too much as he waited, helplessly draped over your leg with you slowly caressing his upper thighs.
“You look nervous, baby,” you drawled, smirking slightly
“I-” Mark started, but cut himself off as he felt a sudden, harsh slap against his ass, his words quickly turning into a rather loud moan
You chuckled, watching as Mark’s ears became redder and redder.
“What a sound,” You cooed, “You liked that?”
Mark didn’t reply- he tried to open his mouth, but all that came out was stunted noises from the back of his throat. He heard you laugh again, before you brought another harsh hand to his ass, and then did it again. The boy whined, practically panting, his hands on the floor with his arms extended, holding himself up, but he knew if you kept this up, his arms would give out a lot quicker than he’d ever admit out loud.
“I asked if you liked it, baby,” You spoke again, voice more demanding this time
Mark squeaked- of course he liked it, and he knew you knew that- you could feel his practically dripping cock very clearly against your bare thigh, but he also knew you weren’t gonna stop until you heard him say it aloud.
“I-I-” He started, before another slap landed on him, and he moaned again “Yes- please punish me-”
You smirked.
“Punish you?” You cocked your head despite knowing Mark couldn’t see you “Why would I be doing that?”
“I-I thought this was because I was-” The boy hesitated “…I thought it was because I was whining in your ear in front of everyone else before…”
“Oh no, baby,” You growled, and Mark whimpered at your tone “The punishment for that hasn’t begun at all,”
royalty!au | monarch!fem!reader x sub soldier!mark lee
warnings:inherently dubcon (it’s fully consensual, but the power dynamics are problematic), fem!reader, no smut but it’s suggestive <3
leave a like, reblog, reply, or an ask telling me what u think < 3
there was a reason that you insisted that onlythis officer accompany you on your trip to the neighboring kingdom. other than the fact that you were negotiating trade and bringing in a whole staff of soldiers would imply that you were distrusting of the kingdom, you liked this particular soldier.
“officer lee?” you call from your room.
“yes, your highness? you called for me?” he says momentarily after.
“shut the door, i have some things to ask from you.”
summary: camboy!mark puts on a show in celebration of 100 subscribers!
warnings: dirty talk, mommy kink, praise kink, implied corruption kink also?, crying, edging, begging, cum play if you squint very very hard. implied sub!mark
You stirred feeling the blanket being pulledoff of you, slowly, the cold air hitting your almost naked body. Your nipples hardened from under your tank top, which mark noticed quickly as he stared down at you. His breath stuttered, still not getting over the sight of you, even after 4 years.
He leaned down, hovering over you slightly, pressing his lips to your neck. While letting his hand run up your tummy, then to your breasts. Pinching the hardened buds, smiling at the way your back arched.
“Wake up princess” he whispered, in his deep Canadian accent, sending shivers down your spine. You decided to play a long, pretending you were still in sleepy land. Holding back the smile wanting to rise on your face. Mark let out a little hum, letting his hand run down further, until it reached the band of your panties. The pretty teal ones he loves. Then travelling further, feeling the dampness.
“Someone’s a little soaked huh, wake up for me baby girl” he whispered again, watching your face for any movement. Which he didn’t see. He dragged himself down your body, leaving little kisses here and there. Until he came face to face with your covered core. He used one of his fingers to push aside your panties, grazing his fingertip against your lips. Watching as your body shivered and your hips bucked. A chuckle left him.
He pushed his face closer, pushing out his tongue, swiping your slit. Collecting your essence. A sweet moan flowing from his mouth, that had your clit pumping. You let your hands run down and grip his hair. Pushing him in closer as his tongue delve in. Parting your folds, tasting the sweet nectar. Treating you like the queen you are.
You let the moans spill out, small whimpers, choked gasps. Your hips bucking, your thighs twitching, you just wanted him closer. Deeper.
“Fuck mark p-please” your words ringing out, travelling into his ears, making his shaft harden. He delve his tongue into your entrance, pushing in and out, in a fluid like motion. Which made your cunt ache. You felt close already, might’ve been from not being awake for long.
His moans and groans sent vibrations, stimulating you more, pushing you there each time. He left, pulling his tongue away from your wetness, you could see the juices covering his mouth and chin. A whine leaving your lips to show you wanted him back.
“You fuckin amaze me, I just wanted to say” he giggled, his cheeks tinted red. You smiled down at him, reaching to hold his hand that gripped your thighs.
Summery: smut, Dom/sub, fluff, minor angst, overstim, fingering, oral (f receiving),exhibitionism, being caught, masturabation,,,,He’s not angry(^｡^)
I’m sorry this took so long for whoever requested it, I hope you like it and I hope you’re still here…but anyway thank you for requesting
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You could hear the boys from inside your bedroom, their screams bouncing off of the walls, swear words thrown everywhere. Funny what Mario kart could do.
You expected mark to walk straight through the door any second now, after your little charade anyway. You knew what you were doing when you sat on the floor infront of the tv, knowing the boys could see you. Your skirt risen up on your hips, showing your thighs off, which where cladded by thigh highs. Your lips wrapped around the green popsicle, sucking seductively at the sweet nectar. You had everyone’s eyes on you, left haechan stuttering after you gave him the rest of your ice pop, placing a kiss to his cheek.
You pushed your head further into the pillows, your fingers doing wonders on your little nub, small whines leaving you. You had soaked straight through your panties, filthiest thoughts running through that pretty little brain of yours.
You moved your fingers down your lips, coating them in your juices, before pushing your middle finger into yourself. A loud gasp erupted from you as you began to quickly pump, fucking yourself.
You tried to get deeper, hitting that spot that had your whole body shaking, making sickly sweet noises leave your lips. They could all definitely hear you, it’s just a matter of time before someone comes in and does something about it. And you definitely know who.
“So this is why you were trying to catch my attention huh” speak of the devil, you turned your head to the door, mark standing there with a small smirk on his lips. Your eyes grazed his body, up and down. Even though he was just wearing shorts and a shirt, he looked amazing.
You didn’t stop your actions, you just pushed your head back and continued to work on yourself. Feeling the tingles of pleasure run up your back.
“Why don’t I help you sweetheart Hm?” You didn’t say a word, you just smiled and nodded. Pushing your thighs further apart, feeling him climb onto the bed. You move your hands away, staring down at him as you feel his hands wrap around your thighs. His eyes connected to yours as he pulls you closer to his face. His tongue poking out to run over your lips, a satisfied hum leaving him. “Well don’t you taste sweet, fits your name doesn’t it?”
You just nodded, but he wanted your words. You gasped as you felt a slap to your sensitive clit, your body jolting forward. “Yes, cause I’m your sweetheart”. He was pleased with your answer as he delved in, his tongue running over your jewel, sucking it in between his lips. Whines and whimpers spilling from you, just like your juices.
Your hands running down to grip his hair, that felt amazing between your fingers. You pulled, harder and harder each time. Enjoying the way you heard his little growls.
You felt your high coming closer, your hips rocking into his face to chase it. Your moans gradually growing louder as you feel yourself push over the edge. Words spurring from your lips, your hands pushing at his head as he continued on. Drinking up your juices like it was his first drink he had in a while.
“Fuck Ple-ase I can’t take it mark” you squeal, trying your hardest to move away, even though you really didn’t want to. The intense pleasure running through your body, you couldn’t take it.
It was like your orgasm came spiralling quicker this time, you felt tears gather in your eyes, making the mascara you were wearing run down your heatened cheeks.
You felt his fingers push into you, continuously pressing at that spot, that had you weak. You felt like you were about to burst, you gasped for air as your orgasm came crashing down. Your whole body moving erratically, just like your breathing.
You expected him to pull away as he heard your pleas but nope, you tortured him so he’s gonna torture you. In the best way.
The hotness was suffocating and the hot water falling down his body didn’t help his case, his thoughts were full of you. Your bright eyes, the way you would softly smile to him, your delicate hands.. Mark couldn’t stop his mind to think about how your soft touch would feel around him, imagining your hands gripping his cock instead of his tentacles, imagining you kneeling in front of him, eyes full of lust fixated on his thick length. All he could wish in this moment was to have you right now and right here.
A/N: Not me reposting this because it doesn’t show on the tags—
He was looking so damn good. His hair still dripping, his abs contracting with each of his breaths, in his jogging which suited him perfectly, shaping his crotch deliciously. You bit your lower lip looking at him with precision, letting your imagination go wild, imagining you letting him do whatever he wanted to you, from making you suck him off to pinning against the mattress whilst violently pounding your dripping cunt.
“Stop staring at me.” He said suddenly, tearing you away from your erotic thoughts. You sighed loudly, completely ignoring his comment and preventing yourself from rubbing your legs together due to the arousal that obviously seemed to have reached your panties.
“What are you going to do if I don’t want to, Mark?” You dared him, raising an eyebrow at him, wanting to discreetly provoke him.
“If you want to act like a brat, tell me directly so I can punish you.” He smirked, opening his eyes to look at you again, noticing the obvious way you were rubbing your thighs together to get some form of stimulation.
He tried to keep his amused but serious demeanor, though deep down he only wanted to laugh at the situation. A peaceful evening that took on an erotic twist only because of a simple little bickering about nothing at all. It was kind of ridiculous, but he clearly saw in your playing behavior that you only wanted one thing; him to fuck you. Or rather that he ‘punishes’ you for your 'bratty behavior’.
“Come here.” He said suddenly, his voice sounding with authority. Feeling suddenly shy at his order, you stood up slowly before approaching him, nervously biting your lower lip. “Take off your clothes and sit on my lap.”
You did what he ordered you to do once again and hesitantly removed your pajamas before sitting on his lap. You looked at him innocently, making him groan softly.
“Stop looking at me like that. Fuck you look so pretty.”
He ran a hand over your cheek, stopping under your chin to stroke your lower lip with his thumb. “Would you like to ride me, honey?” He gently asked, drinking into your beauty.
“I noticed how you looked at me since I came back from practice. Isn’t that what you have been silently dreaming of?” He retorted, already knowing you well enough to know he was absolutely right. “Take out my cock and use me, baby.” He finished, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, smiling as you gasped when he grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it with his fingers.
You didn’t hesitate a single second to lower his jogging pants, your eyes widening slightly when you realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You gave him a few strokes, catching him lips with yours once again for a long, deep kiss. You were almost all dripping wet, your earlier thoughts being the main cause, though the situation you now found yourself in was also a big part of it as well.
You didn’t waste time before lining up on his dick and gently lowering yourself on it.
Burying your head in the crook of his neck, you began to gently fuck yourself on his cock, Mark’s hands greatly helping your movements. You could feel him stretching you wildly every time you pushed him deeper into yourself, cheering him out with sinful moans.
“You feel so f-fucking good.” You heard Mark whisper in a raspy voice, giving you goosebumps. “You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this moment since I left practice.”
He startled, running a hand through your hair, making you sit up and face him. Your dark eyes met, pupils dilated from the sweet pleasure you both were feeling. He kept his focus on you as he hastened to help you pick up the pace, the sound of skin slamming against each other and your moans being the only sources of noise that resonated throughout the room. The atmosphere was palpable, almost suffocating.
It wasn’t long before you both came, miraculously at the same time. You sighed with pleasure as you felt him fill you up, his cum gradually painting your walls. You stood there for several minutes, catching your breath. You felt great, those post-sex cuddles were always the most relaxing.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your neck, inhaling your body odor. Despite you now smelled sex, you always smelled so good. But his action earned him a pat on the shoulder.
“Stop it fool, I smell sex!” You tell him, laughing softly as he only buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck.
“I love this.” You felt him smile against your skin, making you roll your eyes playfully.
“I need to go take a shower.” You said go yourself. He then suddenly stood up, kicking off his jogging, before walking over to your bathroom, holding you tight against him.
“Guess I also have to retake a shower.” He chuckled, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a lazy smile. “Anyway, thanks for this little quickie, it really helped me to relax.” He concluded before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
Mark thought he’d never find love with Yuta living inside his body, having his life turned upside down when he met the alien, or more accurately, was ‘chosen’ by Yuta during an afternoon of a very normal university tour which turned out to be a tour to the biotechnology company he had to destroy to save the world.
So definitely, with the hero duties and school, and the fact that he’s no longer your typical university kid, love was sort of out of the picture for him. But what happens when he stumbles upon a girl who loves him and his alien buddy?
Warnings : Tentacles, bulging kink, aphrodisiacs, slight mxm, cum play, etc.
Mark thought he’d never find love with Yuta living inside his body, having his life turned upside down when he met the alien, or more accurately, was ‘chosen’ by Yuta during an afternoon of a very normal university tour which turned out to be a tour to the biotechnology company he had to destroy to save the world.
So definitely, with the hero duties and school, and the fact that he’s no longer your typical university kid, love was sort of out of the picture for him. But what happens when he stumbles upon a girl who loves him and his alien buddy?
You woke up to cold sheets beside you, the blanket is tugged high up until your chin, the curtains were drawn to block out the sunlight from streaming in.
You reluctantly got out of bed to the connected bathroom, thinking of retrieving your own toothbrush when you see it at the ledge below the mirror, and all your other things beside it. Smiling to yourself, you quickly wash up to see what’s for breakfast.
Opening the bedroom door, you catch the sight of shirtless Yuta busying away on the stove, the scent of eggs in the air, making your tummy rumble.
“Are you my breakfast? Because you’re looking like a full course meal,” you said cheesily, cracking Yuta up as he throws in the chopped up spam into the scrambled eggs.
“Did you copy that one from Mark?” he asked, watching you from the corner of his eye, careful to not overcook the eggs.
“Might have,” you said, recalling how Mark had utilised any way possible to have you heed his advances before you finally gave in last night.
“I wanted to let you have breakfast in bed, why are you up so quick?” Yuta chided, his plan of surprise now being flushed down the drain by you.
“It was literally ten in the morning when I woke up, that’s not early, this is going to be brunch more than breakfast” you said as Yuta handed you your plate of scrambled eggs.
“Just thought I had tired you out for the next 24 hours,” Yuta said with a cheeky smile as he sat down with his own plate, digging in quickly.
“Just because I’m no superhero, doesn’t mean I’m that weak,” you complained, you’re so used to be the strong one among your friends, even your ex wasn’t all that masculine, but compared to Yuta? You’re like tofu.
“Okay, okay, no need to demonstrate,” Yuta says with a laugh when he sees you roll up your sleeves to show him your biceps, “Let me get Mark out, he hasn’t ate yet,” Yuta had eaten as he cooked your share of breakfast, thinking it’s finally time to wake the boy up.
When Mark was summoned, his eyes were still closed, Yuta had sat down on the dining table, Mark was just about to face plant into his hot breakfast before you catch his head, jolting awake at the pressure of your hand.
“Wow, that was close, nice reflexes,” Mark complimented with a proud look on his face, living together definitely had you improving in that department.
“You need to stop sleeping in like that, just because Yuta could fix a broken nose doesn’t mean you should break it all the time,” you chided, shoving more eggs into your mouth, savouring the salty taste from the juice of the spam.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Yuta would’ve caught me if you didn’t,” Mark said before he heard Yuta say that he was actually planning on cleaning the dishes, so he would most definitely, broke his nose if it wasn’t for you, but you didn’t need to know that.
You were enjoying your breakfast to the max, zoning out at the sight of the sun rays streaming in the balcony, not noticing Mark’s eyes on you, staring at the love bites scattered on your neck as well as the faint suction marks littered across your arms, suddenly he recalls last night’s scenes, especially after Yuta came, how you were pumped full of cum, Mark could feel himself growing hard, shaking his head to clear his mind, choosing to quickly finish his breakfast before he dives into the next meal in front of him.
After breakfast, you decided to laze around in the living room, pulling up YouTube from your phone to catch up on whatever that’s interesting on your feed, deciding on watching a short interview of a singer you’ve known since you were a child, calling Mark over who had just finished putting away the dried plates, knowing that he listens to Adele sometimes.
Mark wasn’t really interested in the interview, not when you’re just in a pair of his boxers and his shirt, your bare legs draped over his, but when he starts kissing your neck, you pause the video.
“Just a heads up, I might need more than just ten hours to recover from last night, I might pass out for another few hours if you want to impale me with your big tentacle cocks again,” you joked.
“What if we just have normal sex? Yuta could reside in your body while we’re at it,” Mark suggested, which was always his plan, he isn’t ready to use whatever blessing from Yuta he has down there just yet, planning on watching Yuta maybe a few more times before he wants to try it, he doesn’t want to put you in danger after all.
“Does that change my anatomy during sex in any way?” you ask, wondering if somehow Yuta could give you a ‘magical pussy’.
Yuta latched onto you at that suggestion, but when he focused on his 'new genitals’, nothing changed from how a normal vagina.
‘Nope, you might be a bit tighter now though, but I’m sure Mark would love that gorilla grip,’ Yuta joked.
“I don’t know about gorilla grip, Yuta, but suddenly, I feel like I downed five red bulls,” you said, moving your limbs, the soreness from last night’s events completely disappeared, reminding yourself to let Yuta switch bodies whenever after sex.
As an experiment, you got up and lifted Mark up from the sofa, surprised when you realise you felt like he weighed like feather, carrying him to the bedroom.
“I could get used to this,” Mark said with a laugh before he felt his bed under his hands as he watches you intently, the sight of you above him was so tempting, but he wants to top the first time, you could always top next time, or the next few times even, he’s not picky.
So he flips you over, smiling like a child in a candy shop when he sees your surprised expression.
“And here I thought all your strength was from Yuta,” you teased, a hand tracing his defined abs.
“After this, you won’t be doubting my strength no more,” Mark said before tugging off his shirt, low key flexing his muscles.
You can feel the power in your body, strength waiting to be harnessed, but you let him be, you’re a fiery person on the streets, but you just want to be babied in the sheets, most of the time. You stripped off your clothes eagerly before getting into position, on all fours, the sight of your wet pussy greeting him.
Yuta, seeing how the situation is, quickly made himself known by extending three tentacles out from your back, morphed into suckers at its ends to attach to your nipples and your clit. You moan when you felt the combination of Mark’s fingers opening you up and Yuta sucking away on your breasts at a quick pace, the tentacle attached to your clit was slower after Yuta noticed how sensitive you reacted to the quick sucking, he doesn’t want you cumming untouched, Yuta wants Mark to know that this is his doing.
After working two fingers into your velvet walls, Mark discarded his clothes and positioned himself at your entrance, pushing himself into you slowly, carefully because he knows last night couldn’t have been easy for you, aphrodisiac or not.
You didn’t struggle at Mark’s size after last night, but he was by no means small, in fact, he was thicker than most men you’ve been with, filling you up to the brim.
Experimentally, you thrusted your hips back onto Mark, sighing in delight at the first movement, looking back at Mark expectantly.
Mark who was still caught up on the first contact of pleasure, quickly caught on to your silent consent to move, swallowing a lump down his throat, he held your hips in his hands before he starts off with shallow thrusts, his teeth biting down onto his bottom lip as he indulges into the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his cock.
Deciding to switch things up, Mark slowly backs his cock out before slamming back inside you quickly, making you whine breathlessly at the sudden change of pace, Mark tightens his grip around your hips before he thrusts at a fast and hard pace, the sound of skin hitting against skin resonating throughout the room and the sweet melody of Mark’s name falling from your lips is a tune Mark would never get tired of.
You didn’t know Mark had it in him, you would have never thought the cute little boy you first met would now be the ruthless man behind you, determined on making you see stars as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again, your toes curling at the sensation as you struggled to hold yourself up, you would be flat on the bed if it wasn’t for Yuta’s aided strength.
Yuta, deciding on wanting to quicken the pace of both your demises, began sucking faster on your clit, making your knees buckle at the sudden pleasure coursing through your whole body, but of course Yuta wouldn’t only have his attention on you, he summoned another tentacle out of your back to attach himself onto Mark’s body, Mark, thinking it was just Yuta’s way of showing affection to him, Mark had let him be, busy chasing after both your highs, he decided to pay him no mind to Yuta’s touch, which is exactly what Yuta wanted.
Yuta, knowing both of you are distracted, extended the tentacle until it was at Mark’s perky ass, it was a normal tiny tentacle, the tip no bigger than a human finger, Yuta wiggles it between those fat cheeks before coating the sheen of natural slick his tentacles have at Mark’s hole, sliding it in without Mark noticing until it was too late, moaning at the intrusion, Yuta’s name falling from Mark’s lips so naturally that you felt a shudder down your back.
It wasn’t the first time Mark had experienced this, Yuta’s done this to Mark a few times, the first time was to get him to get his ass off from studying so much, but instead of eating like he had demanded him to do at that time, Yuta had to fuck Mark’s juicy ass to calm his boner.
Now was no different, in fact, Mark loves it, it gives him pleasure at both ends, taking in a staggered breath before he decides to continue, knowing that both of you were very much close.
Mark’s pace began to become sloppier after Yuta started playing with him, thrusting into you slower, but most definitely harder, determination clouded his mind as his hips meet yours over and over again until you felt the knot in your belly snap, cumming around Mark’s cock, your convulsing walls tightened up, pushing Mark over the edge, his warm spurts of cum painting your walls white as Yuta slows down his pace on both you and Mark, riding out your highs before he detaches himself from your bodies, slinking back into your body, falling onto the bed seconds after, fatigue quickly settling into your limbs.
Mark mimics you, falling onto the other side of his bed before he rolls over to face you, his ears tinted red at its tips.
“How do you feel?” Mark asked, a hand coming up to caress the area between the underside of your breast, where your skin was more sensitive.
“Good, you were great, Mark, didn’t know you and Yuta do that though, you’re full of surprises, who would’ve thought a cute face like that could be so freaky,” you said, teasing him more.
“Stop,” Mark whined as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling a sweet scent that’s uniquely yours.
“It’s a good thing, that was a compliment, Mark,” you said, reassuring him as your hand brushes his back like he was a giant puppy, the action making Mark sleepy.
“After this nap we need to head to the pharmacy to get a plan b,” you informed Mark, scared that you’d forget about it afterwards, Mark tends to have a better memory than yours.
“Okay, I’ll get some condoms too,” Mark said before stifling a yawn, closing his eyes as both your breathing evens out, drifting off into slumber.
When you woke up, the first thing you did was check your phone, digging it out of your discarded house shorts before sitting at the edge of the bed, playing with Mark’s hair.
The first thing you saw was a Google news feed alert, monster resembling Venom wreaks havoc upon downtown Seoul.
“Mark! Mark! Wake up!” you shouted as you shook him.
“I’m up! What’s wrong?” Mark asked, darting awake from his warm bed.
You shoved your phone into his eyes of the blurry photo of a white thing perched on Lotte tower.
“I think one of Yuta’s friends are here,” you said before rushing out to the kitchen stark naked, looking for the one thing that might help them, the fire gun you used for steak, it might not be able to burn the alien if needed, but it’s easier to start a fire with it.
Retrieving it from the highest cabinet, you gave it to Mark.
“You can’t start anything big with this, I know you don’t like damaging cars, but worse comes to worse, you need to ignite the petrol tank of the nearest vehicle, you understand me?” you pleaded, you don’t know how powerful this alien is compared to Yuta, you’ve never seen any other of his kind before, and they might be much more hostile than Yuta for all you know.
“Okay, hey, don’t worry so much, we’ll be okay,” Mark reassures you as he dresses himself.
“Promise me you’ll leave if he’s too powerful,” you need him back, you need Yuta, for the both of them to be back home safe.
“Okay, we’ll come back to you, I love you,” Mark said, it’s the first time he’s said this, and he hopes it’s not the last.
“I love you too, both of you, Mark, Yuta,” you said, trying your best not to panic, you’ve seen them in action, it’ll be alright, right?
You kissed Mark, deeply and passionately, usually it would be just normal pecks when they leave to save the day, but this is different, when you pulled away from the kiss, Yuta was standing in front of you.
“You have the fire gun, right?” you asked once more.
“Yeah, I’ll try to talk to them, if it’s my kind, it might not escalate to a big fight,” Yuta hopes, more so than a reassurance, but he doesn’t dare to air out his worries to you.
“Okay, I’ll be waiting, come home to me,” you said before Yuta leaps out of the window, transforming into the hero that everyone knows and grew to adore, Venom.
[21:38] Mark pressed his palm against the middle of your back, pushing your chest against the cool hard wood desk. Using his other hand to yank your skirt and panties off your body. Letting the clothing pool at your ankles.
Running his fingers down your spine, to your ass, then inserting them inside of you. “You belong to me,” you could hear Mark mutter, as he slid his fingers in and out of you. You covered your mouth with both of your hands, fearing that any of your co-workers outside would hear you.
You could hear Mark begin to undo his belt with one hand, his other hand still trying to get you off. Mark’s hand began to move faster, just as you were about to cum, he slid himself in between your walls. Effectively pushing you over the edge, you cumming around his cock. You biting your hand trying to stop any lewd noises from spilling past your lips.
Mark gripped your hip with one hand, sucking your juices off his other hand, as he pounded into from behind. “You taste so sweet, angel,” Mark groaned, as he felt you clenched around him. You felt your thighs begin to shake from the overload of pleasure. Mark ran his fingers up your spine softly, before he got to the base of your neck.
He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, slightly pushing you into the desk, before pulling you up against him. “You belong to me, and I’m the only one that make you feel this good, isn’t that right baby?”
You were so fucked out, that you didn’t initially grace Mark with a response. Barely able to understand his words. Mark not happy with your silence, slid that hand that was on your waist to your core. Taking your clit between his fingers and pinching the bud, causing you to yelp. Your eyes shooting open to look at Mark. Tears began to escape you.
“I asked you a question, angel.”
“I’m sorry,” was your immediate response not remembering Mark’s question.
“I’m the only one that make you feel this good, isn’t that right?” Mark asked again through gritted teeth.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you nodded your head frantically, for him to understand your answer. Mark smirked, this time gently rubbing circles on your clit bringing you to the edge of your orgasm. Bring your face to Mark, pressing a rough kiss against your lips. You felt your yourself reach your peak, cumming around him once again. Mark pushed back down against the desk, chasing his own high now.
smut [18+]prompt - [dialogue] : “I’m not wearing any panties”
–▸ pairing: nct 127 x reader –▸ word count: 2.3k
Taeil:
–▸ an immediate reaction: his skin heats, and there’s no way of hiding it. He’s scandalized, thrown completely off guard. Will look for something to calm himself down, likely water, and swallow thickly before he can even think of responding to you
–▸ if you’re in public, he’ll likely be unable to respond with many words, and if you want to get any kind of satisfaction, you’ll have to guide his hand to your core yourself. He’ll tense up, but over time, he’ll begin to caress your thigh, might go as far as toying with your panties or feeling how wet you are, but it would take something like a spark of jealousy to push Taeil to finger you in public.
–▸ and if you’re at home, where no one can catch you, Taeil would have a more resigned reaction to you telling him you’re “not wearing any panties”. he’d sigh, as if you’re a nuisance, but collect you in his arms all the same, asking “what should i do with you then, hmm baby?” with every intention to follow through with whatever you ask of him.
Johnny:
–▸ don’t test him like this if you’re not willing to take what he gives you as retaliation. saying something like “i’m not wearing any panties” to a big, hot blooded male like John J Suh will always get you somewhere, it’s just not always the place you expect, and it will be on histerms.
–▸if you’re in public, John will find a way to check that you’re not lying to him. If at dinner with the boys, he’ll slip his hand up your skirt, but if you’re at an event where it’s hard to be inconspicuous, one mention of not wearing panties will prompt John to excuse you both asap. The longer it takes for him to be able to excuse you both, however, the bigger ‘punishment’ you’ll receive for being his ‘needy little cock slut,’ who is ‘insistent on teasing and being naughty.’
–▸and if you’re at home, good luck :) “You know all you had to do was ask, right gorgeous?” he’d say, one hand applying force to the back of your neck and pushing you face down against the dining table while the other lifts your skirt up to reveal your bare ass. “But because you teased me like this-now I have to punish you.” sometimes he’ll go easy on you, after all, what else can he expect from his needy baby when he walks around shirtless half the time too?
Taeyong:
–▸ flustered as hell, instantaneously. he never knows what to say; does he go for being seductive and dominant? or more submissive about the fact that you’re teasing him like this? reactions will vary based on a number of things, but he’ll always, 100% of the time, without fail, ensure that you get off, if that was your goal in going commando.
–▸ if you’re in public, he might actually pull his hand away if you bring it to your thigh and try to show him that you’re not wearing panties under your skirt. The type to tense up, ears turning red, eyes widening- making this man flustered while he’s around his friends will almost never lead to much, because Taeyong is so focused on being a leader- can you imagine what the dreamies would say if they found out he left the table in the restaurant to finger fuck you in the bathroom? or if he finger fucked youthere?out of the questionlol
–▸ and if you’re at home, Taeyong has more ability to follow through with your cheeky words. “really?” he’d ask, dragging you to his chest by his hips. if he’s feeling more submissive, he’ll ask you “why?” and listen patiently while you tell him you need him, riling him up and getting him eager to please. and if he’s in a more dominant mood, he might pull you in for a kiss and lead you to the couch or the bed, fingers exploring while he praises you for knowing exactly what to do to make him feel good.
Yuta:
–▸ this is the guy who doesn’t care what you two are up to, if you tell him you’re “not wearing panties”, he drops everything to fuck you. He won’t even pretend it’s for another reason- seven times out of ten, he’s going to straight up repeat that you’re not wearing pantiestowhoever else is near you as he drags you to the closest private room.
–▸ if you’re in public, he’ll find a way to excuse you both. even if you’re in a place where he could get away with finger fucking you under a table, or during a movie, Yuta’s not the kind of guy who’s into quiet sex. he might tease you and make you cum once while you hold in the moans, but it’s always about finding a second location. “where are you two going?” “to the bathroom to fuck, you said they’re down that hall right?” “just make sure you’re both back before your food gets here!” “i might not even be hungry by then.”
–▸ and if you’re at home, get ready for a long night. if you’re dating Yuta, your pussy is his pussy, and by not wearing panties, you’re pretty much ringing the bell for an open buffet, and this man is starving. as soon as you tell him you’re not wearing panties, he’s throwing you onto the closest horizontal surface and attaching his mouth to your core, won’t stop until you’ve cum multiple times and are begging him to stop using his tongue and just give you his cock.
Doyoung:
–▸ do you want to die? Doyoung will be in shock if you tell him you’re not wearing panties; like ice water dumped on his head. He doesn’t know how to react for a moment, malfunctioning before he jumps into high gear, assessing all the pros and cons to decimating you right then and there for doing such a thing to him- because that’s what this is: you did this tohim. you know how he reacts- and now he has to do something, the only question is: what?
–▸ if you’re in public, he’d be very adept at coming up with a nonchalant excuse as to why you both have to leave. he has a list of excuses in fact, that range from ‘you look cold darling, how about we run to the car and grab you a jacket?’ to ‘can you excuse the two of us just for a minute, y/n’s mom is calling me’ - a personal favourite of his that makes you a little annoyed every time, because Haechan always asks ‘why is your mom calling him, what is he? your keeper?’ - but for all intents and purposes, when you don’t wear panties, that’s what Doyoung becomes: your keeper, and he intends to keep you and your pretty pussy, all to himself.
–▸ and if you’re at home, it’s a toss up on how he’ll react, depending on how his day went. If you’re sitting at dinner and happen to mention it, he might continue eating and make you tell him why you’re so needy. he may even make you touch yourself, chastising you for being an impatient whore- but he always folds one way or another.
Jaehyun:
–▸ is always a little taken aback when you tell him you’re not wearing panties. he sees it as teasing, and as someone with a dominant personality, he’s forced to assess how bad you’re being before deciding what he’s going to do with you. not wearing panties always leads to rewards, it’s just that sometimes, he makes you wait.
–▸ if you’re in public, there’s a good chance Jaehyun will cut the entire event short to take you home and fuck your brains out. He’s not as into exhibitionism as some, and prefers to take his time with you, to chastise you for being such a “needy little thing-” but if he thinks you’ve been good, or if you’re dressed particularly sexy and others have obviously noticed, Jaehyun will make you cum on his fingers, but no good deed ever comes without it’s consequences.
–▸ and if you’re at home, out of everyone, I think Jaehyun’s going to be the one who’s the most mean about it. if he’s had a rough day and you aren’t wearing panties, get ready for long drawn out sex where he makes you touch yourself till you’re on the edge, only to stop so he can chastise you by calling you impatient. but if he’s in a good mood, he’ll rail you over the closest horizontal surface, your skirt flipped up to your waist, his hands balled in the fabric while he fucks you.
Jungwoo:
–▸ wide eyed honey can’t believe it whenever you say these dirty words to him. you’re not wearing panties? his pupils blow with lust and his mind goes a mile a minute, flashing through with all sorts of sinful ideas- but the main one that keeps coming up is how badly he wants to burry his face between your legs and suffocate from your wet heat and the skirt trapping him in with you.
–▸ if you’re in public, teasing him like this will make him as whiney as ever. he’ll start touching you, toeing the line of what’s acceptable, leaning in and pressing a kiss below your ear before whispering something naughty; “why are you so mean to be baby? telling me your pretty pussy is all out and ready to be touched but i can’t touch you here- let’s go somewhere, please?”
–▸ and if you’re at home, he doesn’t care what you’re doing, boy is on his knees, trying to get between your legs, before you’re even done telling him you’re not wearing panties. “i wanna see-” he’d insist, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh before applying a bit of pressure there. he doesn’t care if you’re seated or standing, he adjusts you to be comfortable before diving in, groaning at your taste and the way his breath comes out hot, making it a little stuffy under your skirt, but oh so delightful-
Mark:
–▸ stammering. he’s not sure he’s heard you right. “you… what?” “i’m not wearing any panties Mark.” “oh-” wide eyes as he looks around to make sure no one’s heard you, and he always swallows thickly to collect himself before looking to you again. you can always tell based on his expression what’s going to come next, because this man wears his heart on his sleeve, and when someone he adores tells him they’re not wearing panties, well… there’s only really one way this can go.
–▸ if you’re in public, he’s probably the most likely to ditch the entire event as soon as you say you’re not wearing panties, because how is he supposed to get through any socialization now? poor man is going to be completely distracted- and also, he worries a lot about accidental flashing- is shocked you feel so comfortable teasing him and yourself this way. wants to get you home so he can have you all to himself- but this sort of thing makes him mad horny, so don’t be shocked if he can’t keep his hands to himself during the ride home, and he might jump the gun in the elevator up to his apartment, but what else do you expect from a guy who gets heart eyes whenever he looks at you?
–▸ and if you’re at home, he’ll collect you in his arms immediately, cupping your face and asking “what do you want me to do first?” because do you want his fingers? or his mouth? he wants to give you exactly what you need, and he’ll even thank you for it when you let him give you the whole world and more.
Haechan:
–▸ he’d go crazy if you said this to him. it doesn’t matter the time or the place, if you tell Haechan you’re not wearing panties, it’sgotime- he doesn’t care who the fuck sees or hears it. but at the same time, this is a game to him. you toy with him, so he toys with you, and his mood is very changeable on just how he enjoys to toy you in retaliation for being naughty like this.
–▸ if you’re in public, you have to be prepared for anything. He’s the type to head you’re not wearing panties, and insist on finger fucking you to completion multiple times right then and there in front of his friends. even if you try to excuse yourself, he might stop you, just to torture you and keep this long drawn out. but other times he’ll be so worked up that he can’t help himself, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the closest private space without much of an explanation for his friends, besides, they all know what he intends to do with you.
–▸ and if you’re at home, you’re in for a wild night. no panties, wearing just a skirt- you’re opening yourself up for all sorts of things: thigh riding, mutual masterbation, mirrors, being forced to top while he controls you from below and plays with the pleats of your skirt- he has a full on kink for all of this. the aesthetic of his baby being a little panty avoidant whore gets Haechan going like nothing else, and he’ll let you know it with hours of teasing, toying your pussywhile telling you how dirty you are.
JaeHyuck –▸patreon bonus teaser
–▸ Haechan’s used to having full dominion of your thighs at dinner with the boys, so when he reaches down to squeeze the flesh exposed by your pretty pleated skirt, he’s a little shocked to find Jaehyun’s hand there already.
–▸ out of your two boyfriends, Jaehyun generally keeps his hands to himself when multiple pairs of eyes are watching, and Haechan usually reaps all the benefits, which is why he’s so annoyed to find his access blocked.
–▸ and he gets increasingly agitated when he realizes why Jaehyun is so interested, today of all days. Leaning in, Haechan lets his lips ghost past your ear, and he lowers his voice so only you can hear him when he says, “no panties, baby? Someone’s just looking to be ruined, huh?”
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pairing: mark lee x reader (best friends to lovers)
word count: 2.2 k
genre:SMUT
summary: the sexual tension of having a best friend who is always flirting with you and all of your friends think you are dating already, in one of your movie nights you can’t help it anymore after the dirty talking
notes: so mark is getting into me lately, I’ve been just a whore for him and decided to write this quick oneshot, honestly I totally see him doing something like that , imagine having him as your best friend, but anyway hope you enjoy it
warnings: alcohol, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), 69, light spanking, unprotected sex, penetration, choking, cum play, orgasm denial, anal (female receiving), dom mark, sub reader
Cold snowy day in New York City, you and your best friend Mark are in your penthouse making drinks getting ready for an Netflix session.
Mark gets a text from Haechan and laughs.
“- They’re jealous because I’m not hanging out with them right now”
“What are they saying?” You ask.
“- Well, they think we are… Netflix and chill you know?”
“But aren’t we?” You grab another bottle of wine.
“- No I mean…” He lets a typical high-pitched laugh out “- like, really Netflix and chill, nevermind…”
“Why does everybody think we fucked anyway?”
You and Mark were very close. Your friendship started very naturally, since the first day you were introduced by mutual friends, minutes later you were already joking around and it was like you knew each other for a very long time. Mark liked you because you were very easy going and he felt super comfortable around you. He was your male version and you were his female version. Also he was very overprotective with guys around you and since you both had a flirty personality and were always hugging and touchy people assumed you had something more going on.
: fluff, angst, smut, best friends to lovers au, gamers au
: 18+
: cursing, mentions of blood (from a cut), oral (giving and receiving), choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, nipple play
: 3.5k
: You and Mark are testing out a new game, set in a virtual world no one has traveled to before. But when a malfunction happens during transport, you have to be honest with each other and work together to make it out alive.
: Thank youuuuu to @wordycerty for reading over this for me. I’ve never written anything like this in this depth and I was nervous writing this. ❤
“Are you ready?”
You zip up your tight black leather suit, quickly throwing your hair into a ponytail.
“Yep! I’ve been waiting forever for this day.”
Today you are testing the new role-playing game Wanderlust Rewind, a virtual reality game that lets you zoom into the game and live in Aria. You are a popular online streamer, and your best friend Mark works for the company developing the game. When he told you about the game, you begged him to let you test it. You are a big fan of the games, and you knew it would be an excellent opportunity to work with them.
You bribed Mark with everything you can think of, with him finally giving in at the last minute. In exchange for making your delicious chocolate chip cookies from scratch for a month, you would also get to stream the gameplay online. It wasn’t a paying job, but it’s well worth it, as you get to test the game out with your best friend.
“Come on, slowpoke,” Mark calls out from outside your changing room. “I wanna get in there early.”
Right. But first, a quick check in the mirror. Your suit hugs your body in all the right places and your lace-up boots are secure on your feet. You grab your matching metallic helmet, encrypted with a virtual reality chip that is supposed to transfer you to Aria. Surely you aren’t the only person who would’ve slept with the thing. Your excitement over this day kept you up past midnight.
“You need to haul your ass—”
You open the door before Mark could finish his sentence, his eyes practically popping out of his sockets. You could tell he got a haircut, his freshly dyed gray hair standing out like a silver wind. Mark is a handsome guy, with his almond-shaped eyes, beautiful skin, and nice body. Since you met at a convention a couple of years ago, he’s been your best friend, but honestly, it feels like you have known him forever. Feelings are there, but you always put them to the side, afraid of the possibility of him not feeling the same way. You aren’t the type to wear your heart on your sleeve, and you prefer it that way. It made you feel safer.
“Are you done bitchin’?” You tease him, nudging his shoulder.
He rolls his eyes, walking you towards the testing area where you two will be playing the game.
“How come you aren’t wearing a suit like me?” You ask, pointing at his outfit. Mark opts to wear a black suit with a white shirt underneath. He carries his helmet in your hand, similar to yours.
“I wanted to be comfortable,” he shrugs, unlocking the door.
“And who the hell is comfortable wearing a suit and tie?” You snort. “Just admit it, you want to moonlight Men in Black.”
“Maybe,” he quips, guiding you inside.
Chatter fills the testing area, with consoles and gaming systems at each table. There are snacks and drinks on one end of the site, nowhere near the tech to prevent accidental spills. Mark shows you where you will be testing: a big screen with a keyboard where you have to enter your credentials to get started. Two employees approach you, one with snowy white hair and the other with very short black hair, wearing the same suit as Mark.
“This is Jisung and Renjun,” Mark introduces you to them, and you shake their hands. “They will be here to help us out if anything goes wrong.
“I mean, nothing should go wrong, right?” You ask, looking at the big monitor.
“It shouldn’t,” he assures you. “But we need to be prepared just in case.”
You nod, putting on your helmet while Jisung secures a utility belt around your waist.
“The belt has things that will help you get through the game,” Renjun states, as if he was reading your mind. “Mark can explain the rest once you arrive at Aria. So, go ahead and put in your info with the keyboard.”
You enter what’s asked of you on the monitor, with Mark following suit behind you. A nervous excitement washes over you, as you have never traveled to virtual reality before. You have seen other streamers do it, and while it seems fun, you’ve always feared something going wrong and being stuck in that world forever. Clearly, you have watched a little too much of Sword Art Online.
“Hey.” Mark touches your hand, interrupting your thoughts. “I’m with you, okay? If anything goes wrong, they will be here to pull us out. Plus, we can still talk to them with this.” He pulls out a walkie-talkie, and you feel more at ease. “Here we go,” Mark enters a code on the keyboard, and an animated character appears.
“Ready, player one and two?” The automated voice booms out of the screen.
You look at Mark, who has his helmet on, and you nod, looking at the monitor.
“Very well. Let’s get started.”
Millions of red codes in flash in front of your helmet, the room spiraling counter-clockwise with a powerful force pushing you forward. You zoom into darkness, a second later landing on a cold black floor, with Mark coming behind you.
“What is this place?” You ask, dusting off your butt.
“I- I’m not sure.”
You snap your head at Mark in disbelief, your eyes glaring at him through your helmet.
“What does that mean? Are we lost?”
“Jisung, Renjun, are you seeing this?” Mark speaks into the walkie-talkie.
There is static reported back, and your heart sinks further to your stomach. You knew this was a bad idea, being the first person to test this game. But you wanted to have the inside scoop on this, allowing you to spend time with Mark. Kill two birds with one stone, as they say.
Welcome, players one and two.
You jump at the automated voice; Mark looks around to see where the voice is coming from.
“Coda,” Mark calls out. “Where are we?”
“You are in Limbus,” the voice responds. “This is the gateway between Aria and the world you know.”
What the fuck. You think to yourself. I knew I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut and waited until the game was released and-
“Hey Mark, can you hear us??” Jisung’s voice booms through the walkie-talkie, cutting through your thoughts.
You walk over to Mark to listen to what he has to say.
“You are stuck in Glitch Mode,” Renjun reveals. “Remember when we encountered it while you set up the game?”
You hear Mark gulp, with tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“The only way to get out of there is to complete whatever two tasks Coda has you to, and then we should be able to transport you out of there.”
“What two tasks?” You ask. “Mark, what are they talking about?”
Mark doesn’t answer right away, instead opting to sit on the cold, hard floor. You take a seat next to him, desperate to figure out what is happening.
“So when we tested the game, we came across Glitch Mode before and barely made it out. Coda comes up with two challenges we have to do and we have to pass. Otherwise, we will never return to the real world.”
You sit for a minute, taking in the information he just told you.
“So, what do we have to do?” You press on. “I wish you would’ve told me this before I agreed to do this.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” Mark pleads, taking your hand. “I thought we had it all fixed before today. You have to know that I would never put you in danger.”
You believe him, though the anger you felt is now replaced with anxiety. A timer appears in front of you two, with a woman dressed in a suit and tie appearing next to it. You reach out to the woman only to realize she is a hologram.
“I will ask you one question. Answer them truthfully and within ten seconds, and we will move to the final round. The card in your belt will show us your vitals and tell us if you are telling the truth. If you do not pass the test, we will transport you to another realm, never to return.”
You and Mark look at either other, nodding in silent agreement on what you must do.
“Very well then,” the hologram says. “Player two, what is something you have been hiding from player one?”
Your head snaps up, your eyebrows raised at the possibility of Mark ever hiding anything from you. You two are best friends, and he tells you everything. The timer on the clock ticks down to five, and he still hasn’t given an answer.
“Mark, hurry up and answer,” you shout, your patience wearing thin.
Four.
Three.
Two.
On-
“I am in love with her.”
The timer immediately stops, the hologram disappears, and a motorcycle appears. You are more confused than ever, not only by the bike but also by Mark being in love with you. He’s never let on that he cared about you more than friendship, and under different circumstances, you would be happy to hear him say that. But now you must focus on you both getting the fuck out of here.
“You passed,” the automated voice speaks. “Your last task is to ride this motorcycle to the end of the wall and back. Beware of the flying discs.”
“What flying dis-”
A disk of fiery copper flies past your head, missing you by literal inches. You jump back, obviously shaken, and Mark puts on his helmet, hopping on the motorcycle.
“Come on,” he reaches out his hand, and you grab it, hopping on behind him.
Begin.
Mark speeds into the unknown, flying disks hurling at you two. Mark bobs and weaves like he does this for sport, and you grab onto him tighter, afraid that you will fall.
“I got you, okay?” He yells, getting close to the wall.
He drifts the motorcycle, spinning around and turning him back to where you came from. You turn around, and three disks are coming at you in speed, the sparks flying off it as if it’s ready to cut.
“Mark, they’re gaining on us!” you shout.
He presses his foot on the pedal further, speeding into where there is now a finish line. You can feel the heat of the disks moving closer to your back as you cross the line, the disks disappearing into pixilated dust. You hurriedly climb off the motorcycle, Mark following suit and the bike disappearing shortly after.
“Congratulations,” the cold automated voice says. “You have passed the tests. Where would you like to go?”
You put on your helmet, moving closer to Mark.
“I want to get the fuck out of here-”
“Our world,” Mark interrupts. “Take us back to our world.”
“Very well then.”
You put on your helmet just in time before you are zapped back to the testing area, falling flat on your butt once again. Jisung and Renjun rush over to you both, checking your vitals and making sure you are okay. You look over at Mark and notice a notable cut on his arm, assuming they came from the flying disks.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, taking a closer look.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” he nods. “I’m just going to get this covered up. It’s not that deep.”
You look at the rest of the area, everyone giving you curious looks. Your face is hot with embarrassment, and your anxiety ticks up. Finally, you take off your helmet, leaving it on the desk and undoing your utility belt.
“I’m going to go home,” you announce. “That was… an ordeal, to say the least.”
“Let me take you home,” Mark offers, hopping out.
“No, it’s okay, honestly,” you wave him off. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to,” he insists.
He grabs his keys and tells Jisung and Renjun he is leaving for the day. You wanted to be alone and think about what just happened, on top of Mark confessing his feelings for you. This wasn’t how you imagined how this would go. You always thought it would happen over dinner; you casually tell him you like him, and he feels the same, agreeing to be together and sealing the deal with a kiss.
He walks you down the hallway to the changing room, where you get the rest of your things. You sit down on the chair, your mind racing with everything that just happened, including almost losing your life in a game you’d been excited to play. Today is a fucked up day; you would if you could go back in time and erase despite Mark confessing.
You continue to sit and think, aware that the time passes by, but you are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t care. It isn’t until Mark knocks on the door that you snap back into reality.
“Are you okay in there?” his voice booms through the door.
“Y-yeah,” you clear your throat.
You grab your things and open the door, nearly bumping into Mark. He locks the door, looking at you with eyes you’ve never seen before: a look of sadness and worry.
“I know you’re not okay,” Mark says. “I would never have you test a game with that kind of risk. You have to know that.”
“I know,” you sigh. “It’s just… a lot happened in there? Not only that, but I am sure that’s not how you wanted to tell me you have feelings for me.”
His shoulders fall and he nods, agreeing with you, shoving his hands in his pockets. You gaze at his arm, his cut replaced with a bandaid, and you feel relieved that he’s okay.
“I planned to tell you, you know.”
You look at him, trying to hold back a smile.
“I wanted to take you out on a date,” Mark elaborates. “I had this idea to take you up to the mountains where you love to hike, and I was going to plan a picnic there. Bring all your favorite foods and our Nintendo switches, and just hang out. Then boom, tell you how I feel and go from there. I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you.”
You can imagine yourself sitting on top of the mountain on that date, with your favorite blanket spread out and Mark laying on top of it. Nothing else would make you happier.
“You still can,” you confess.
Mark’s head snaps up, a broad smile spreading across his face,
“I know we just went through a life or death kind of thing right now, but I promise I’m not speaking from that place. I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and I’m relieved you feel the same way, even though I wish it didn’t come out like that.” You move closer to him, smiling softly.
“Again, I’m sorry you had to go through that—”
“Mark, honestly, it’s fine,” you assure him. “I know you wouldn’t do that.”
You can’t stop looking at him. With his clear skin, sharp jaw, and boyish looks, it’s no wonder you fell for him. He is a good person with a soft heart, everything you’ve ever wanted, wrapped up in a black suit.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he says, his face inching closer to yours.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you chuckle, your nose almost touching his.
“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” he whispers.
“Please.”
He kisses you with a passion you never knew he had for you. It was intense and sincere, and it meant so much to you at that moment. Your hands trail to his shirt, undoing the buttons and carefully pushing it off to avoid messing up the band-aid. You let him unzip your suit, rushing to take it off and undoing your shoes all in one go. You eagerly pull at his pants, unbuckling his belt and desperate to pull his dick out.
“Do you really want to do this here?” Mark whispers, pulling his boxers down.
His dick springs free and your mouth waters. You’ve never wanted to suck on something so much in your life. You get on your knees, licking your lips before tasting him. He hisses softly, his hands grabbing your hair.
“Please don’t make me wait a second longer.”
You slowly take Mark’s well-endowed dick into your mouth, challenging yourself to take him all in. He groans at the feel of your warm, velvet mouth around his sensitive head. His groan stuttered, and he pulled your hair tighter as that warmth stretched further and further down his shaft. Your fingers dig into his thighs, holding him steady while you bob, sucking him in deeper and deeper with each involuntary snap of his hips.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking this pretty mouth of yours,” he grunts, his hands now placed on your cheeks.
His strokes are unrelenting, the slurping sounds your mouth is making turning you on. Your fingers trace down to your center, rubbing it softly as you match his rhythm.
“So good,” you cry out.
Your dripping wet core is spilling over your panties, his long veiny cock hitting the back of your throat with no mercy. Mark bends over, unhooking your bra and feeling your breasts. You are sensitive to his touch, your nipples perking as his thumb caresses them softly. Finally, he drags himself out of your mouth, lifting you up and gifting you with a kiss.
“Take off your panties,” he commands.
You do as you’re told, sliding them down your legs. He bends you over a chair, your ass up in the air as he gets on his knees. He smacks your ass, and it excites you, making you bite your lip. You feel his warm breath against your entrance, and he delves his tongue inside you, your insides immediately surrendering to him.
“Fuck,” you moan, gripping the chair.
Mark is sloppy, burying his face deep into your pussy and lapping all over your clit. He is very good at this, humming softly in pleasure and driving you inside. If you thought you had feelings for him before, it deepened as your release came close.
“Mark, I’m gonna cu—”
Rattle. Rattle.
The door shakes, and your body freezes, afraid of someone walking in on in this compromising position.
“Uh, this room is occupied!” Mark yells.
“Oh, sorry!”
You hear shuffling and footsteps moving away from the door. Mark suddenly gets up; his hands slide up your legs and touch your slit. He stuffs two fingers inside you, thrusting into you slowly while his thumb rubs your bud. Your thighs shiver in pleasure, and you cover your mouth as you can barely contain yourself.
“I wish I could do this longer,” Mark whispers. “But we have to hurry before we get caught. I’m not the only one with a key.”
“Okay,” you whisper. He reluctantly removes his fingers from you, replacing them with his cock, lining up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, making sure you are comfortable and adjusting to him well. His slow, dangerous strokes hit every spot, and you feel yourself coming undone. Your hips match his rhythm, guiding his hand to your throat. You squeeze it softly, silently telling him it’s okay. You can handle him.
“Fuck, so tight,” he grunts. “I’m going to make you cum all over me.”
“Please,” you beg. “Go harder.”
His strokes become deeper, squeezing your throat tighter as he pushes you against the wall. He fucks you mercilessly, skin-clapping noises spreading throughout the room, and you can’t think straight. You don’t bother being quiet; Mark is fucking you so good that you don’t care who hears it. You feel him twitch inside you and your walls tighten around him, signaling your release.
“I can’t take it,” you cry. “I’m gonna cum.”
He pounds hard, your thighs shivering as your orgasm courses through you. Your body explodes with delight, a loud cry escaping your lips, quickly muffled by Mark’s hand. He kisses the back of your neck, his breathing more rigid, and this thrusts harder. He snaps into you two more times before pulling out, spilling his load onto the floor, squirts of cum landing close to your feet. You turn around, your face hot and out of breath. Your legs are shaking, and you barely make it to the chair before collapsing.
“Are you okay?” Mark asks softly.
“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need a minute, haha.”
He grabs your suit and shoes, helping you get dressed before getting himself ready. You can’t suppress the smile on your face, a fucked up situation leading to a happy ending. Finally, you got your dream guy.
“I still want to take you home, if that’s okay?” Mark probed, reaching for your hand.
You smile, leaning in and kissing him, your heart fluttering like butterflies in a field.
“Please,” you grab your things. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
