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
Ok soooo like 70% of my mind is gone from these two solo mv’s and I havent seen my bias #hubbymark song/mv yet…somebody pray for me! Its like they tryna kill us #IGOT7 LOL I can’t take no more hotness the foreigner line already killing it!
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.
: 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.
This is an amazing read. It gives me mad anime vibes while being pretty faithful to the Tron and Ready Player One worlds. I’m a newbie to NCT, but I know their music. I GOT BIAS WRECKED. Once I connected Mark to “long ass ride” I was fucking done. Let it be known this is the fic that got me into NCT. I am ruined and fucked. Never trust the rappers! You killed me but I liked it and would sign up for my death again.
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.
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.
Getting your well-deserved rest after a long day didn’t seem to be an option for you today, as you heard someone rather aggressively knocking on your door. Quite a few times more than it was necessary at 11PM, in your opinion.
“What on earth?” you snapped, opening the door with full intend to scold the person responsible for disturbing your peaceful evening.
To be frank, you could’ve expected literally anyone but Mark Lee.
“Hi,” he choked out, breathing heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.
Clearly chilled to the bone, to crown it all. Your irritation melted into a resignation, as you sighed heavily before quickly ushering him inside your apartment. For some reason, his hair seemed to be damp, which caused your irritation to make an appearance once again.
“I always thought that you’re on the smarter side, honey, but it seems that in reality you’re a complete idiot,” you scoffed, already searching for a blanket to help him warm up a little.
Visibly flabbergasted, Mark couldn’t utter a single word, his recent confidence gone the very moment your powerful persona entered the picture. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and he had to admit that you weren’t wrong in the slightest – he looked like a fucking mess.
“Thanks,” he managed to say, rolling his eyes as if offended by your comment.
His words, however, didn’t match his overall bashful behaviour. Deep down, Mark knew that the scolding you were giving him was a well-deserved one.
“You must have been in a hurry. You didn’t even notice that it’s freezing outside, did you?”
Mark looked away, clearly ashamed: he did notice that it was cold, yes, but he didn’t give a single fuck about it – he needed to see you. With another sigh, you handled him the blanket, and sat on the couch, trying to busy yourself with something. In the end, you reached towards the coffee table for a cup of tea you had made for yourself before he appeared on your doorstep, and took a sip of the still warm liquid.
“I had to see you,” he said after a moment of silence, his voice shaking a little.
You didn’t even realize how close he had got to you, but he now stood in front of you, towering over you.
“I can’t take it any more.”
“Take what?” you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.
It took a lot from you to pretend that you didn’t notice his choice of words. In reality, the memory of his hungry expression mere seconds before he had kissed you broke the surface of your mind almost immediately, causing your pulse to speed up slightly. Suddenly you remembered everything about that moment as if it was barely yesterday that the situation had taken place.
“I–I can’t stop thinking about you, about your, well, your touch. You’re appearing even in my dreams,” Mark said, practically stumbling over his words, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
You calmly placed your cup back on the table, making sure that it wouldn’t get in your way in the near future.
“And what exactly am I doing in them?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a smile.
He was standing just a touch away from you.
“Do I touch you?”
“Yes,” Mark breathed out quietly, his darkened expression telling you everything you needed to know about those dreams.
That fact, however, didn’t mean that you’d let such a perfect occasion slip away.
“Where?” you hummed, tugging on the blanket strongly enough for it to drop onto the floor.
“It always starts from the moment I’m sitting on your lap,” he answered in a hoarse voice, his eyes glued to your lips hungrily.
A surprised gasp left his lips as you grabbed him by the waist, and drew him towards you – exactly onto your lap. Due to his dumbfoundedness it wasn’t the most graceful move you had ever pulled on someone, but Mark adapted quickly, setting on your lap comfortably just like the last time.
“Like that?” you murmured, your hands slowly caressing his clothed thighs.
“Yeah, but in my dreams, you also undress me.”
You raised a brow, clearly amused by his shameless behaviour, but you’d lie if you said that you didn’t like it. Staring right into his eyes, you grabbed the hem of his, or rather yours, hoodie and started to slowly lift it up. You found that incredibly sexy that not only he was wearing your clothes, but you were also the one who was about to take them off of him.
“It’s starting rather nicely, doesn’t it,” you mused, swiftly pulling the thick fabric over his head.
Mark nodded with a small smile, the flush on his cheeks deepening in shade as you shamelessly stared at his nicely muscled arms and chest, noting the prominent collarbones, and unblemished skin that practically begged to be marked once again.
“Aren’t you gorgeous,” you sighed, your hands moving up and down his sides a few times before they started to wander over his shoulders and biceps.
It occurred to you that all this time you had seen him as just a boy: Mark had a great personality, really, but he was acting like an insecure boy that wanted to please everyone no matter what, which didn’t sit well with you. Now, however, on your lap was sitting a man, not a boy. A man who, even thought visibly flustered, was confident and determined, a little selfish even, a man who was not afraid to go for something he wanted. You weren’t going to lie – you liked that development quite a lot.
“Look who’s talking,” he answered smoothly, taking one of your hands into his bigger one and placing it on his chest.
“You’re literally making my heart race.”
His rapid heartbeat took you by surprise, but it felt strangely pleasing to know how his body reacts to you. As you were thinking about it, a sinful thought suddenly appeared in your mind.
“Seems like your heart’s pumping a lot of blood right now,” you said lazily, a mischievous tone in your voice.
It took him a moment to get what you were referring to, but when he finally did, he hung his head low, clearly flustered by the implication. After all, his sweats did nothing to hide the already prominent bulge, so you were obviously teasing him.
“Well, it’s not like you’re wrong,” he managed to say in an incredibly embarrassed voice.
If asked, Mark wouldn’t be able to explain why exactly he was reacting like that, but he suspected it was because of you: the way you spoke, the way you were touching him, the way you were looking at him. He often pondered over such turn of events in the seclusion of his bedroom, but it didn’t really occur to him how much of an impact your mere presence would have on him if his fantasies became reality.
“As much as I want to see you naked, there’s something I need to do first,” you said with a smile that made a shiver of excitement run down his spine.
When your lips landed on the skin just beneath his jaw, Mark instinctively threw his head back. One of your arms circled his waist, as the other slipped between your bodies to massage his stiffened cock. Your fingers cupped him through the fabric of his sweats, careful not to hurt him as you started to move your hand along his clothed shaft.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Mark moaned, feeling your lips moving down his neck, undoubtedly leaving more or less visible marks behind.
The way he choked out your name when the tip of your tongue traced the shape of his Adam’s apple made your core clench deliciously. Those soft noises he was making, his cock getting harder by the second under your ministrations, his soft skin that tasted so sweetly on your lips – your body was on fire, and it was all because of him. Mark Lee was driving you crazy.
“Good god, the sounds you’re making make me even more aroused,” you sighed, peppering his collarbones with open-mouthed kisses.
Mark let out a quiet chuckle, hearing your words.
“Well, that’s because you’re making me feel so damn good, and I can’t control myself around you,” he said, throwing his arms around your neck, his lips connecting with yours mere seconds later.
The kiss wasn’t a gentle one, no, it was hungry, aggressive even, full of desire that both of you tried to contain for the past few months. When you bit on his lower lip, he instinctively opened his mouth, giving you the chance to slip your tongue inside. When you were planning a peaceful evening for yourself a few hours ago, you certainly wouldn’t have guessed that you’ll end up with a half-naked man squirming on your lap.
“Honestly, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you chuckled, sucking on his lower lip to earn a sweet moan from him.
“We’re literally just making out, and my pussy’s so fucking wet right now, Jesus.”
“Should I lick it clean then?” he panted out with a smile, placing a sweet peck on your cheek.
His offer took you by surprise, and for a moment you simply couldn’t utter a single word – did he just ask to eat you out, or was it your wishful thinking?
“Oh god, please, forget that I said that,” he mumbled quickly, clearly misinterpreting your momentary silence.
“No,” you shook your head firmly, your voice hoarse to the point where you could barely recognize it.
One of your hands possessively caressed his hipbone through the fabric of his sweats, the other rubbed his thigh in a similar manner. You could feel the shiver that ran through his body, the way his breath speed up slightly when he heard the tone of your voice – he was so deliciously responsive.
“If you think that I’d pass on such an occasion, you’re wrong, Mark.”
“Am I?” he asked, dumbfounded for some reason.
“Surely. I can’t wait to see that handsome face all shiny from my cum, you see.”
Mark swallowed thickly at your answer.
“Now, you’re going to stand up, my love, and kneel in front of me,” you commanded with a soft smile playing on your lips.
There was no doubt that Mark Lee changed a lot during the last few years, but his need to please those he cherished remained all the same. The way he followed your orders, oh, so naturally, made your head spin – it was absolutely delightful.
“Damn, you look so good on your knees, did you know that?” you chuckled, standing up unhurriedly.
You slid down your sweats along with the underwear in one swift motion, and kicked it somewhere to the side. Your fingers quickly found their way into his thick locks: caressing his hair gently at first, only to grab a handful of it and tug harshly a moment later.
“Fuck, harder, please,” he groaned, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Cute,” you commented, his behaviour making you feel even more impatient than you already were.
He’s looking up at you when his tongue slowly parted your folds, skilfully licking and sucking on them for some time before he started to tease your entrance.
“Don’t tease me,” you murmured in a cautionary tone, your hips bucking into his face instinctively.
Mark let out a soft moan when you rubbed your pussy against his lips and nose, the tip of his tongue finally slipping inside you. His hands massaged your thighs, moving to squeeze your butt from time to time, as he licked your pussy like a starved man.
“I like your taste,” he groaned, the low sound resonating in your body.
“And I like it when you taste me,” you hummed, soft whines escaping your lips here and there as he started to place open-mouthed kisses all over your lower lips.
Maybe that’s why you moaned loudly out of sheer surprise when he sucked strongly on your clit. Thankfully, it was already swollen enough for the stimulation to feel good, but you simply didn’t expect that move from him. You weren’t going to complain, though.
“Honestly, I, fuck, I can’t tell if I’m getting close already because you’re so, so fucking talented with your tongue, or I was long gone, ummm, even before you offered to eat me out,” you panted out with a quiet chuckle, at this point just instinctively rubbing your crotch against his face, especially against the tips of his nose.
“Why not both,” Mark answered in a smug tone of voice, his hands firmly holding the back of your thighs as he happily lapped on your labia.
Your legs started to shake not too long after, the tiredness you felt a couple of hours before finally catching on with your body. You could feel the orgasm approaching: it was coming closer and closer, the tension in your body increasing slowly but surely.
“Fuck,” you sighed softly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Your skin felt too tight, too hot, but at the same time you felt completely boneless as your legs were close to giving up underneath you. His hands rubbed the skin of your thighs tenderly, making you feel strangely calm: you were glad for his unspoken support, knowing that he won’t move away until you’re ready.
“That was one fucking orgasm,” you finally said, your fingers raking through his tangled locks.
“I can tell,” he answered, looking up at you to show off his cum-covered face.
“Give me a moment, and I’m gonna thank you for it.”
“No need for that,” Mark murmured, bashfully looking away.
Taking a better look at his crotch, you noticed a dark stain on the fabric.
“At this rate, I’m going to be ready for another round in a matter of minutes,” you laughed out loud, bending forward to press a kiss to his sticky lips.
“If you cum like that just from playing with my pussy a little, then I’m curious what would happen if I took interest directly in your cock.”
Mark swallowed, hearing the mischievous note in your voice – he was in for a long ass ride. Not that he complained, of course.
