chrrybombshells

[chrrybombshells]

raw. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x afab!reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 3.4k

SYNOPSIS: you find out you're out of condoms as soon as you and mark are about to have sex. feeling defeated, mark opts to go relieve himself in the bathroom but you suggest maybe that its time for him to finally fuck you raw.

CONTENT WARNINGS: explicit content, established relationship, light touching, starts off with sweet!mark then switches to pussy drunk!mark, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy use of 'my girl' and 'baby', nasty dirty talk mark doesn't shut the fuck up,

“I’ve missed you.” Mark mouths at your skin, arms tight around your middle as he presses you against his chest, breathing in the scent of your body wash and perfume as he nuzzles his head into the crevice of your neck. You smile, lacing your fingers through his hair as you melt into his embrace and he hums at the soft tugs you give, suckling and nipping at the spot where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Ow,” A giggle leaves your lips as Mark bites down a little too hard and your body angles away from him, only for him to whine and try and draw your back to him, muttering an apology against your neck as he tightens his hold on you. “We can’t stand here all day, Mark.”

Mark huffs as if what you’ve stated is something so offensive it hurts his feelings, shoulders sagging as he reluctantly lets you go but his hand slips into your own, intertwining your fingers as he allows you to pull him to a more suitable place than your front door, dragging his socked covered feet across the floorboards as he takes in your home, a warmth spreading through his chest.

Mark missed being at your place, the sweet familiar smell of a candle that was previously burning filling his senses, the hum of the TV playing your favourite show in the background, the subtle misplaced ornaments and potted plants that you’ve picked up to move or admire.

He takes a glance at your kitchen as he passes it, noticing a dish and a bowl soaking in soapy water and he smiles knowing you’ve eaten already, wondering if it was something delicious and filling for you. He wants to ask what it could’ve been, but the question remains on the tip of his tongue as you’re pulling him towards your bedroom.

And that’s when he feels most at home. 

The bag that was once resting on his shoulders drops to the ground, mindlessly being kicked to the side as his body finally relaxes, the tiredness that he’s used to pushing at the back of his mind comes front and centre, sluggishly making his way towards the unmade bed and planting himself down on the edge. 

The hand that's holding yours pulls you between his open legs and he rests his cheek on your stomach, embracing you as he once did a few moments prior and he sighs happily as your fingers resume playing with his hair. 

“How was work?”

“Fine,” His tone is quiet and gentle. “Japan was fun. Yuta was our tour guide again and was taking us to all these places,” Mark moves his head a little to look up at you, resting his chin on your stomach inside. “I took some pictures for you—ones I haven’t sent you yet.” 

You’re more than eager to see what pictures Mark wants to show you, gently pushing him up the bed for him to lay comfortably and he laughs, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone while his other arm curls around you, holding you close to his side and pressing his lips to the top of your head, finding comfort in the scent of your shampoo as he unlocks his phone, clicking the camera roll app and your eyes widen in excitement seeing all the recent photos you haven’t seen.

You’re in awe watching him scroll through the photos, the scenery and the colours of it all leaving you speechless, hanging onto every word as he tells you the story behind them all, some comical and others sweet and endearing. 

“Seeing this one, like, reminded me of you.” He whispers against your head as he shows you a picture of a sunset, a blend of pinks and oranges making your heart flutter. “It’s pretty—calming, made me feel at ease. It made me miss you even more than I already did, you know.”

“You called me every night,” You tell him, laughing as he groans and rolls his eyes, throwing his phone to the side before gripping your hips, pulling your body on top of his and massaging your thighs with his fingers, kneading the skin as they settle on each of his sides. 

“You know it’s not the same,” Mark argues, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “I love hearing your voice over the phone but, like, having you there with me physically means more to me. I get to hold you, I get to touch you… I get to kiss my girl.”

“Is that so?”

Mark hums with a short nod of his head before he cranes his neck up to meet your lips in a short but sweet kiss, squeezing your thighs once you reciprocate and he smiles against your lips as he feels your hands cradle his cheeks.

Then, you feel it. His hard cock pressing your inner thigh, twitching with each subtle movement of your hips as you rest your entire weight on him, causing him to grunt against your lips due to the pressure on his cock. 

“Are you tired?” You pull away from his lips to ask him and you bite back the smile that threatens to spread across your cheeks as Mark follows, wanting your mouth back on his. 

“A little,” He admits, squeezing your thighs. “But I don’t care. Just want you.”

Warmth fills your chest, “You want me?”

“So bad.” 

You don’t have time to swoon over his words as he’s already leaning up and reconnecting your lips in a much deeper kiss, biting down on your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth to tangle with your own all while his hands slip around to grip your ass, pulling you ever closer so that your chest is pressed against his. 

You kiss for a while, relishing in the way his lips feel on yours, familiar with the slow and unrushed pace he takes and your hands curl around the front of his shirt, signalling for him to take it off immediately and he smiles against your mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment to allow you to pull the material over his head.

He’s giving you a toothy smile, eyes twinkling with adoration as he stares up at you and his fingers twitch over the hem of your shirt, ready to take it off and you happily give him permission to do so, raising your arms in the air and Mark tugs it off, throwing it carelessly to the side before his hands touch your skin, palms hot and clammy as he brings you in for another kiss, one that's more desperate and needy.

Mark’s moaning shamelessly into your mouth when your hands dip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, first curling around his cock and giving him a few experimental pumps that has him almost drawing blood on your lip when he bites down a little too hard.

“Easy,” You hum with a giggle and Mark groans, craning his neck as he throws his head back against the pillows, tongue licking his bottom lip as your hand squeezes around his cock. He lifts his hips as you begin to rid him of the rest of his clothing and you awkwardly manoeuvre above him, laughing as you almost topple over if it wasn’t for the hold he has on your hips.

“You go easy,” Mark teases you this time and you roll your eyes. You drop your hands from him to finally peel off the rest of your own clothes and he watches you with hooded lids, resting one arm behind his head while the other wraps around his cock to jerk himself off as he takes in your naked body, something he’s seen plenty of times before but he views it as if it's his first time, absorbing himself in your curves, the swell of your breasts and your pretty pussy.

“Like what you see?”

Mark smiles, “Always,”

You get a little shy at his compliment but continue to lean forwards to capture his lips in a kiss which he immediately reciprocates, his hand curls around the back of your neck to keep you still against his lips and he moans as your tongue slips inside his mouth to touch his own.

He’s still touching himself between your bodies, lifts jerking upwards into his fist and gasping in your mouth when the tip grazes over your skin, the sensitivity sending goosebumps down his spine.

You pull away from his lips much to his dismay and he tries to pull you back in but stops when he sees you manoeuvring your way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses behind which makes him moan again, mouth falling slack as he feels your tongue lick a clean stripe down his navel.

You brush your fingers over his inner thighs, smiling at how his cock twitches against his stomach, stroking further and further up his skin before your fingers grip his cock, hearing the slight hiss he makes through his teeth and you smile, leaning in closer to wrap your lips around his tip.

“Wait!” Mark suddenly yells out and you stop in surprise, bringing your gaze up from his cock to his face and he reaches his hand forward to cradle your check, his thumb caressing your skin. He looks like he’s in pain, but he explains, “I’ll cum too quickly if you suck my cock, like, seriously, I will cum the second I feel your tongue on me again.”

That makes you even more eager to shove his cock down your throat and you tighten your fingers around the base, causing him to throw his head back with a gasp, “I don’t mind.”

“But I do,” Mark weakly pushes your hand away and his cock slaps back against his stomach, his hips jerking upwards at the sudden contact. “Fuck—baby I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I want to cum fucking you—please, I—” He winces as his hand comes down to cup his balls, almost as if he’s trying to stop himself from cumming right there and there from his words. “I want to fuck you.”

You would awe at the sight if it wasn’t for the way he’s looking at you right now, so desperate and needy to be inside of you and you’re more than welcome to give him exactly what he wants, briefly nodding your head for confirmation and his shoulders drop with a relieved sigh.

Mark gently pushes you down on the bed to crawl above you, kneeling between your parted thighs and he almost drools at the sight of your pussy, glistening and ready for him to fuck. He’s quick to lean over to open the drawers of your nightstand, digging his hand inside to search around for the box of condoms he knows you have for him.

He pulls out the box and he leans back on his ankles as he dips his hand inside, and you wait patiently for him to retrieve it and roll it onto his cock, but the way his body freezes and face drops you know something is wrong and you grow concerned, leaning up on your elbows.

“Mark?”

“No, no, no,” Mark mumbles repeatedly under his breath as he turns the box upside down and shakes aggressively, praying that a condom will magically appear out of thin air and lay across the palm of his hand but it remains empty. “Jesus Christ, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You gape at him in shock, “There’s no condoms left?”

“There’s no condoms left,” He repeats, throwing the empty box down on the bed and he runs his hand over his face in annoyance, tears of frustration prickling at his eyes. You watch as he brows pull together, how his jaw clenches and nostrils flare in anger. It was a sight you’re definitely not used to seeing, but it’s something that has your thighs clenching for some friction below. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” You try to reassure him as his cheeks get a little red and you reach up to stroke his shoulders. “We must’ve used the last one before you left to go to Japan without knowing.”

“I should’ve been prepared, you know, I should’ve bought a pack before coming here—I shouldn’t have relied on you to have the condoms but, fuck, I was just so exciting to see my girl that I didn’t even think about—”

“Baby, it’s okay.” You try to cut off his rambling by reassuring him again but it's no use.

“—And now we have nothing and I’m just—” His hands wave over his hard cock comically and you hold back a snort, watching how his fingers run through his hair with a sigh. “Okay, I should just, like, make you cum on my tongue and then I’m going to go jerk off in the—”

“No!” You shout this time, startling Mark who stares at you with wide eyes and you immediately apologise, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. But you don’t need to do that, it’s okay.”

“Then what are we going to do?” He questions with a whiny tone that has your head reeling and pussy begging to be fucked. The way he’s staring at you so desperately and in pain is enough for you to come up with an idea.

“How about we just do it raw this time?”

Mark blinks, “Raw? Like, without a condom?”

“Yes.”

“Baby…” Mark sighs softly as he rubs at your thighs, “You know we can’t do that. We can’t risk anything, you know, and even though I’m certain I’m going to spend the rest of my life with my girl and start a family… we really can’t risk anything. It’s too soon and we’re both not ready for that either.”

You frown, “I know that. But nothing will happen, I promise. I’m on the pill.”

“What?”

“I’ve been on the pill for a few months,” You tell him nonchalantly and he looks at you as if you kept such a big secret away from him. “Remember that night when the condom broke and we panicked?” Mark nods his head quickly, “I went on the pill the day after that. I didn’t want us to have another scare or anything.”

“You’ve been on the pill for five months?” Mark asks you and you hum, confirming its true and he gapes in shock, dropping his gaze down to your pussy in disbelief. “So we could’ve done this five months ago?”

You struggle to hold back a laugh this time, the sound stifled by your lips. “Yes.”

“So, I can just…” Mark trails off as he shuffles forward, the tip of his cock brushing over your folds and you gasp as he flicks over your clit, thighs clamping around his hips. “I can just slide right in, feel you, fill you up.” He’s mumbling now, some words incoherent while others are clear as day, his lewdness making your face hot as his cock nudges your opening, almost teasing you by not fucking you immediately and you bite back the urge to tell him to hurry it up.

back the urge to tell him to hurry it up.

You suck in a deep breath as Mark finally pushes into you and his eyes grow wide, mouth slack as he feels the warmth of your walls fit snugly around his cock. He’s frozen above you, cock pulsing as he feels you bare for the first time and his eyes flick to yours, and his gaze suddenly darkens, his fingers pressing against the meat of your waist. 

You go to call out his name, to ask him if he’s alright but a surprised yelp flees past your lips as his hips snap forwards, burying himself deep inside of your pussy and your arms fling around his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he pants above you.

“Feel so fucking good, baby,” Mark grunts under his breath, fucking himself into you deeper and you wail, thighs clamping around his waist. “Feels so tight. All for me, yeah? Just for me. So fucking good. My pretty girl and her perfect pussy.”

“Mark.” You try to speak, stuttering over your words with each thrust, the bed creaking beneath your bodies, headboard hitting against the wall but you could care less about the noise, too surprised to see the sudden change in your boyfriend. 

His tone and his words are enough to have you gaping at him, broken moans ripping through your throat at how nasty he sounds, how he uncontrollably mutters how good your cunt feels wrapped around his cock and how wet you are for him. 

You’re not used to this. You’re used to the sweet talk, the light feathery kisses he leaves on your skin, words of sweet praises and gentle whispers of ‘i love yous’. 

You’re not complaining though. Never. 

Seeing Mark switch up just from fucking you raw for the first time has your mind spinning and electricity buzzing down your spine, fingernails digging further into his shoulder blades and clamping around him tightly, cursing him to curse.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s it, baby. Tight little cunt squeezing me in so good,” Mark whispers in your ear, almost sounding like he’s whining. “My girl. My fucking girl.”

“Please,” You beg, even though you have no idea what you’re begging for. “Please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up, fuck you full of my cum,” Mark slurs his words, his pace quickening as his cock drills into you, his hands gripping your waist tighter when he hears you moan prettily for him. “You want that? Hm? Want me to fill you up? Fuck this cunt full?”

“Yes,” You pant heavily, tightening your legs around his hips, desperate for him to cum, to feel him deep inside. “Please.”

“Sounds so pretty when my baby begs for me,” Mark hums as he leans in to kiss your lips but he pulls away much too quickly for your liking, not allowing you to enjoy it. But you gasp when you feel his hand slide between your bodies, thumb rubbing your clit. “Gonna cum for me like I’m gonna cum for you, yeah? Want to see my girl cum for me before I fuck her pussy full.”

You’re already letting yourself go just from his words alone, your orgasm crashing over your like an aggressive wave and you body seizes up, almost sobbing from sensitivity as he fucks you through it, thumbing at your clit without any signs of stopping.

Your pussy contracts around his cock, sucking him in deeper, hugging around him tightly which causing his hips to stutter their movements, a grunt slipping past his lips before he leans back, hands sliding down your waist to grip your thighs, keeping you locked against him as he watches you squeeze around his cock, desperate to be filled.

“Good girl. Keep doing that for me. Feels so good, baby.” Mark’s moaning under his breath, airy moans turning into whines as he feels your walls tighten around him, too overwhelmed by the feeling that he stills, a throating groan leaving his lips as he cums, filling you up just as planned.

Mark’s breathing heavily, mesmerised with the way he’s emptying himself inside you, watching his cock twitch with his spurt of cum that paints your walls. He doesn’t pull away until he’s certain there’s nothing left to give, wincing out of sensitivity as he slowly leans back to pull out of you, his spent cock bobbing against his thigh.

“What was that?” You breathe out, leaning up on your elbows as you look at him. “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” Mark mumbles, cheeks blossoming a bright red as he refuses to meet your gaze, that shy and sweet persona falling back into place. But he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your pussy, mouth open wide as his fingers delicately stroke over your puffy folds. “Was… was I too much?”

“No,” You quickly shake your head, reassuring him. “I liked it.”

“Yeah?” Mark hums, finally meeting your gaze and you smile at him, nodding your head this time and he sheepishly grins back, staring down at his fingers that circle around your entrance that leaks with his cum and he makes the sudden decision to push it back in, causing you to gasp and whine softly. “Sorry… I don’t want anything to go to waste.”

You laugh lightly at his words, “Go to waste?”

“Mhm,” Mark nods, retracting his fingers and staring at the cum that covers his digits, the dark expression taking over once again as he looks right at you, “I’m never wearing a condom again, you know that right, baby?”

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i love love loveeee your writings esp the ones for mark!!

by any chance could u also do this for mark pleasee?👀 https://www.tumblr.com/teasteeper/728315843465904129/what-r-ur-thoughts-abt-jeno-i-cant-quite-figure

jeno ver (ig?)

ty bubu <3 i think mark is my fav neo to write for idk he’s bf

he’d be shy at first, but so eager and pent up when you let him have you, soo vocal like he can’t hold back his cute broken moans and raspy curses. shaky fingers running up and down your sides so lightly as you make out. his feather light touch turns into a firm grip on your hips as you palm him through his sweats, pressing his fingers into you and knitting his eyebrows together as he tries to take his time

mark loves to get head (real) i just know it! or maybe that's just his effect on me idk..!! just wanna see him with his neck bent down to where you are between his knees, droopy eyes watching you suck his cock. his hands would be so fidgety and all over the place, stroking your hair one second then holding your jaw the next, clasping them behind his head when you set a nice pace

sleepy sex with him when he's thrusting so lazily into you, head bent into the crook of your neck and sucking bruises onto your neck, "missed my girl so much", i feel like he loves to mark you up. wishes you could do the same to him but..you can't :c so he really takes his time, moans vibrating against your skin, hips slowing down and maybe just stilling his movements altogether with his cock prodding your cervix, lips getting puffy from their work on your neck and chest as you whine and scratch at his shoulders pleading for him to move

mark's brain probably shuts off when he's horny, losing focus of anything else going on. if you're spooning while watching a movie? he's grinding his length against your ass until you concede and pull your pyjama shorts to the side. if you turn him on while you're in public? he's gonna find a washroom or closet or something where he can pin you against the wall and bounce you on his dick

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lee donghyuck fic rec list 2

[most] contain smut > minors dni (18+)

labeled: a [angst] f [fluff] s [smut]

a/n: I actually compiled longer fics in this one since the last one had mostly smut fics with little plot so enjoy :)

read more on the NCT rec masterlist and part 1 here

one shot

pussy fiend [college roommate au, enemies to fwb to lovers] s,f

SURVIVING NO NUT NOVEMBER [mark x fem!reader x haechan] s

sure thing [stoner!haechan x fem!reader] s

learning languages [university au, haechan x exchange student!reader] s,f,a

and they were roommates [strangers to lovers au] s,f,a

himbo haechan [ himbo to fwb to lovers] s,f

that one night [jaemin, haechan, jeno x fem!reader] s

double dog dare [friends to lovers au] s,a

who needs cupid's bow? [bestfriend!haechan x fem!reader] f,a

pineapple [enemies to lovers, perv!haechan] s

playing games [ friends with benefits au] s,a

fix me softly. [himbo!haechan, bestfriend!haechan] s

I like you (I do) [stoner!haechan x fem!reader] s

seasons in the sun [enemies to friends to lovers, summer camp au] f,a

kiss her you fool! [ice hockey player!haechan x fem!reader] f,a

baby face [fratboy!haechan x afab!reader, enemies to lovers] s

my words, your thoughts [ friends to lovers, soulmate au] s,f

romancing [enemies to lovers, podcast au, banter] f

dancing in my backseat [film student!haechan x film student fem!reader] f

going below zero [coworker au, enemies to lovers, attorney!haechan x fem!reader] f,a

slide thru [streetracer!haechan x fem!reader, best friends au] s,f

drippin' [boyfriend!haechan x inexperienced fem!reader] s

and i love her just like that [childhood enemies to lovers] f

double take [ friends to lovers, highschool au] f,a

friendly favour [best friend!haechan x virgin fem!reader] s,f,a

frequent flyers [best friends to strangers] s,f,a

6 reasons I hate boys [enemies to lovers] a

if i believe you [ fake dating au] f,a

what the puck! [hockey player!haechan x reader, comedy] f,a

gold-skinned, eager baby [haechan x fem!reader] s

>> part 2

pearlescent [established relationship] s,f

grasping [fuckboy!haechan x goodgirl!reader] s,f,a

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a neo a day keeps the feelings at bay [84/∞] 

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taeyong — baggy jeans (230902)

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JUNGWOO for W Korea (September 2023)

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230905 YOKA格调 Weibo Update with WINWIN

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230905 TAEYONG IG Update

"#Thewholeworldisbeautiful"

Translated by 127CENTRAL

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230906 TAEYONG IG Update

"My move mood mode"

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Keep Each Other Company

Honeymoon imagine with Mark, because I imagine once his girl, is finally his forever, he's going to be insatiable.

Word Count: 1,850 Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), daddy kink, eating out, overstimulation and typos.

The sound of crashing waves and the calls of sea gulls could be heard as you lie in bed in your beach bungalow. It was your honeymoon, and the warm golden sun beamed into your room as the white curtains danced in the ocean breeze. Everything was perfect. Your now husband, which still made you giddy to say, left you alone in your suite so you could get some much needed sleep. Mark, on the other hand, decided to take this opportunity to sit on the sand and play his guitar. It’s so rare for him to have quiet time like this, so he wanted to take advantage of it. He stopped strumming when he heard your stirring, looking back from his spot, through the double doors, to see you lazily lift your head. He knew you had just awoken from the kind of nap that left you a little delirious and unsure of your surroundings, your cute snores were a dead give away. 

“Hey sleepyhead.” Mark called out. He gently placed his guitar down and sauntered over to you. His eyes couldn’t help but travel along your body, which laid spread out against the crisp white sheets. He’s seen your body before, he could worship it all day if he had the time, but this is different. He feels like he’s seeing you for the first time. But he guesses, in a way, he is. You’re his now and he’s yours. Legally bound, for all the world to see, he had officially dedicated the rest of his life to being with you and it was the best decision he had ever made. 

You rolled over to your back, looking up at Mark at the end of the bed. A stretch took over your body and you couldn’t help but involuntary moan and the feeling of your muscles being awakened, but the sound stirred something in your husband. His eyes shifted from his usual soft brown to something a little darker, a little more mischievous. He leaned over you, slowly, purposefully, until he was faced to face with you, your body trapped beneath his. His fingers traced along your cheekbone and a shiver went down your spine as you watched the way he was gazing at you. 

“You know, my love, we were so busy with the wedding arrangements, I didn’t get to give you a proper wedding night.” Mark whispered deeply. The tone in his voice was like warm honey, dripping of promise of a long and eventful evening. “Why don’t I show you what it’s going to be like to be my wife, to be my girl, forever.” 

You nod shyly as goosebumps rise on your skin. Mark was so close and he smelled of his cologne and a faint smell of sea water. He leaned down and left feather like kisses on your neck and jaw. Mark kissed your skin lazily. He knew all the places that would make you melt in seconds, but he was in absolutely no rush. This was your time together, you were the only company he cared to keep.

“Mark” you whispered softly. You felt electricity coursing through your veins as his hands slid across your skin so softly, it was almost like it wasn’t there at all. “You have goosebumps” Mark whispered, lifting away from your neck to look you in the eye. “Do I still make you nervous?” He asked as his fingers traveled up to your cheek to feel the warmth underneath that rushed there. The question perplexed you. This man, your husband, was your best friend and confidant, but in this moment, his gaze was strong enough to see into your soul, and somehow his eyes were still filled with love and a deep seared desire that you’ve never seen before. “Just be a good girl and trust me.” Mark leaned down, taking your jaw into his grip, and kissed you, deep and slow. You sighed and felt a tear roll down your cheek as you pulled you closer into his body. This kiss was slow, but strong, you felt so secure in your place in his arms. He really loved you and it was like his whole body was screaming to let you know. 

“Lift your arms for me, Princess” He requested after the kiss was broken. He regretfully let you go as you lifted the thin dress over your head. You didn’t have much underneath, which was no issue at all for your lover. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked over you. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.” He stated, mostly to himself, but when he caught you looking back at him, his smile only grew as he returned to his position over you. Wordlessly, he commanded your body to lay back on the bed. You melted into the soft white comforter, while Mark took the opportunity to return to his spot at the crook of your neck. He kissed the area, sucking it gently to get the gasp that you couldn’t keep in any longer. He slowly moved downward in his quest to worship your body, the way every husband should. He kissed both sides of your collarbone, the center of your chest, before turning to the spot right above your racing heart. He kissed the area and looked up at you. “I promise to never break it.” He swears to you in a low strong voice, an overwhelming feeling rushed over you when you took in how serious he was. He refused to break eye contact until you had acknowledged his commitment. “I know.” You whispered back. Once he was satisfied with your answer, he kissed the spot again before continuing downward. When he reached your breast, he gave each of them a firm squeeze, pinching each nipple with just enough force to have your back arching and your eyes rolling back. He let the left one free so he could kiss the hardened area, before sucking it lightly and letting his teeth graze across its expanse. Once satisfied with your heavy breathing and quiet gasps, he repeated the action on the opposite side. 

“Mark” you sighed. “My love” he answered back. He kept his journey down, but kept his fingers teasing your nipples, loving the way you were at his mercy, no matter how small the touch was. The man of your dreams kissed your stomach, each of your hip bones, and the top of the band of your underwear. Finally, he released your upper body to take care of his final destination. “You’re so wet” he cooed as he gently opened your legs apart with his hands. The wet patch of your panties was evident under the warm glow of the setting sun. Mark looked up with a smirk as his middle finger traced the outline of the spot. You whined and closed your eyes tightly, you always swore his teasing would be the death of you one day. “I don’t know what I want to do with my pretty little bride. Part of me wants to tease her as long as it takes for her to feel nothing other than her throbbing pussy, but then again, I also could make her cum so many times, that she cant even lift herself off the bed” Mark pondered the endless possibilities as he continued to tease you through the outside of your panties. “Please” you begged, grabbing on to his wrist. Mark’s eyes met yours questioning why you were interrupting his train of thought. “Oh little girl, let Daddy choose for you. If all you can say is please, you’re not helping. If anything you’re making it harder for yourself.” Mark took hold of your panties and slid them down your legs, making sure to kiss both thighs and calves while doing so. “I think I’ve decided, but too bad for you, you’re going to have to wait to find out what your wedding gift will be.”

The smirk on Mark’s face grew as he threw your panties carelessly behind him. He pulled your legs down to the end of the bed in a swift motion. He bent down so he was face to face with your most sensitive area.  With your legs pushed back, he had a completely unobstructed view of you. He just looked for a moment, which felt like a decade, before leaning down and placing soft kisses across your clit and opening. Your hands instinctually reached for his hair. His new short hair was harder to grasp, but you made due with what you had. The feather-like kisses turned into rougher licks. The noises he made were obscene to say the least, but with your whole body practically on fire, you could care less as he put the bundle of nerves between his soft plush lips. “I’m so close” you tried to warn Mark, but your words left no affect on him. He continued to move his tongue in ways that your brain couldn’t bother trying to understand. It only took a few strokes of his tongue to have you moaning his name and your legs trying to snap close. And although you thought you were done, your husband was fare from finished. He continued to kitten lick your clit, your body tried to pull away, but his strong arms wrapped themselves around your legs so he can keep them open and his hand could keep you grounded by your stomach. “Mark!”  You cried out once you felt one if his hands push back against your pubic bone to expose your clit to him even more. And you all but choked as you felt one of his hands leave your stomach to trace your opening. Without much resistance, Mark was able to push two of his thick fingers inside of you, filling you in away the made your head spin. He curved his fingers ever so slightly to hit the small spongy spot inside you. Your mouth dropped, but no noise came out. You were going to cum again and this time you didn’t have the strength to warn him. HIs tongue was still mercilessly toying with your clit and you couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stop or to keep going. But what you wanted mattered very little to him. He continued to eat you out like you were the best meal he has ever had, and if you asked him, he would swear to it on his grave. 

The second orgasm ripped through you, causing your body to shake and whither on the bed. This time you gripped his hair to pull you off of your throbbing pussy. “Mark, please. Give me, give me a moment” you begged breathlessly. Mark moaned as he watched you and licked your taste of his lips. He wiped the excess off with the back of his hand before standing up and looking you dead in the eye as he unbuckled his belt. 

“Did you forget already?" He shook his head calmly, "I decided your wedding gift. I’m gonna make sure you don’t leave this bed tonight...or tomorrow” Mark smiled as he unzipped his jeans. 

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Keep Each Other Company (Preview)

A preview of my next story. I kinda just blurted this onto the page, but we’re rolling with it.

Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), daddy kink, eating out and idk what else cause I haven’t gotten there yet 😂.

The sound of crashing waves and the calls of sea gulls could be heard as you lie in bed in your beach bungalow. It was your honeymoon, and the warm golden sun beamed into your room as the white curtains danced in the ocean breeze. Everything was perfect. Your now husband, which still made you giddy to say, left you alone in your suite so you could get some much needed sleep. Mark, on the other hand, decided to take this opportunity to sit on the sand and play his guitar. It’s so rare for him to have quiet time like this, so he wanted to take advantage of it. He stopped strumming when he heard your stirring, looking back from his spot, through the double doors, to see you lazily lift your head. He knew you had just awoken from the kind of nap that left you a little delirious and unsure of your surroundings, your cute snores were a dead give away.

“Hey sleepyhead.” Mark called out. He gently placed his guitar down and sauntered over to you. His eyes couldn’t help but travel along your body, which laid spread out against the crisp white sheets. He’s seen your body before, he could worship it all day if he had the time, but this is different. He feels like he’s seeing you for the first time. But he guesses in a way, he is. You’re his now and he’s yours. Legally bound, for all the world to see, he had officially dedicated the rest of his life to being with you and it was the best decision he had ever made.

You rolled over to your back, looking up at Mark at the end of the bed. A stretch took over your body and you couldn’t help but involuntary moan and the feeling of your muscles being awakened, but the sound stirred something in your husband. His eyes shifted from his usual soft brown to something a little darker, a little more mischievous. He leaned over you, slowly, purposefully, until he was faced to face with you, your body trapped beneath his. His fingers traced along your cheekbone and a shiver went down your spine as you watched the way he was gazing at you.

“You know, my love, we were so busy with the wedding arrangements, I didn’t get to give you a proper wedding night.” Mark whispered deeply. The tone in his voice was like warm honey, dripping of promise of a long and eventful evening. “Why don’t I show you what it’s going to be like to be my wife, to be my girl forever.”

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nct dream reaction :: getting horny unintentionally

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AUTHORS NOTE. was talking abt this with @haechrry a while back and i almost passed away so i had to write it. also, a biiiiiig thank you to @dollyji who helped give ideas for chenle and jisungs (mwah). also again this isn’t proofread it’s currently 5am so if you notice any mistakes, no you don’t <3

. . . 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

mark always has his hand on resting on your thigh, both intentional and unintentional. you learnt over time that this specific form of physical touch comforted him, made him feel at ease, grounded him whenever he was stuck in his own head. the touch comforted you too and you didn't have any problem with it, but it was the strokes of his fingers and the grabbing of your flesh that turned a sweet moment into a moment of want and need. you wanted nothing more than to grip his hand and shove it in between your thighs to where you yearned for him the most.

you're stuck in one of those moments, eyeing his hand that rests on your thigh, watching his fingers drum against your skin as he hums a tune under his breath all while staring down at his phone in his other hand. he has no idea what he's doing to you.

"what are you looking at?" he suddenly asks you and your head snaps up to meet his eyes, noticing that he's staring at with you an unreadable glint. "what's up?"

"nothing" you shake your head, but you press your lips together with a deep exhale as you start to feel mark's fingers knead into your skin. "do you know what you're doing?"

"no?" he frowns before his attention dart down to his hand, realisation creeping over him. "oh" he gives you a boyish grin, something you immediately want to kiss off of his face. "i didn't know me doing something so simple turned you on so much"

"everything you do turns me on"

"i can do something about that, if you want?" mark suggests as he shuts off his phone and places it down, turning to face you fully as he leans in close, "just open your legs a little wider for me, baby"

. . . 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

he’s just standing there. he’s just standing half naked with a towel hanging loosely off of his hips as he rummages through your drawers to look for his sleepwear. yet there’s something about him standing half naked in your room that has your mind running wild.

the imprint of his cock pressing against the material of the towel has your mouth watering, the water droplets that slide down his chest does nothing to help calm your feral thoughts and you can almost feel yourself beginning to drool when his body turns to face you, throwing a clean shirt and boxers down on the bed.

you watch with hungry eyes as he tugs the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground as he reaches for his boxers to put them on but your quicker, leaping over the bed covers to snatch them up, causing him to make a noise of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“i need to get dressed” he chuckles when he sees you hold the item close to your chest. “baby, come on…”

“i don’t think you’ll be needing them” you say truthfully and you see a smile start to form on his lips.

“and why’s that?”

“because i’m going to suck your cock” you tell him, noticing how his cock twitches at your words. “and then you’re going to fuck me. after that, we’ll shower together to not waste water… and maybe we’ll go for round two”

“yeah? is that right?” he asks you and you nod immediately. “alright. get on your knees for me then and suck me off so i can fuck you good”

. . . 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

it's supposed to be a romantic date night with you and jeno, enjoying the midnight sky after a hefty meal and a few drinks, wrapped up in each others arms as you enjoy your alone time together.

but the situation you're in doesn't feel romantic in the slightest, in fact you're feeling a little hot and aroused being pressed up against a railing with jeno standing behind you, chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your middle, his body flush against yours as he takes in the scenery.

you can feel him, all of him. his cock pressing between your ass cheeks which is covered by a flimsy skirt and every breath he takes, it presses more into you, caging you between him and the railing.

your pussy aches for him, desperate to flip up your skirt and push your underwear to the side to have him so easily slide into you and fuck you right here in public, for anyone to see, but you know that's not going to happen.

"this is supposed to be a romantic date night yet you're grinding your ass against my cock like a bitch in heat" you hear him murmur into your ears and you mewl softly, doing nothing to stop your actions as you continue pushing back into him and he grips your hips tight, hissing through his teeth. "keep going and i'll bend you over this railing, let the whole city hear you scream my name"

. . . 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

the position of haechan laying between your thighs, head resting on your belly as he watches something on his phones screen has you feeling weak in the knees. his breath fans against your skin, his hair tickles you every time he moves, the light pecks he gives you randomly has you squeezing your thighs around his shoulders.

he coos, taking it as a sign of you hugging him and he stokes you, delicate fingers tracing shapes on your skin, not realising the damage he’s causing to you and your poor panties that are probably soaked in arousal, feeling uncomfortably sticky on your folds.

you try to manoeuvre around to get some friction, to feel anything that could satisfy the need for him and the way he slowly turns his head to look at you could almost be deemed as comical if it wasn’t for his darkened gaze.

“i know what you’re doing” he says, completely disregarding his phone as it drops to the bed sheets. “i know me laying between your legs like this is turning you on. Do you think you’re sneaky?”

you cant help but scoff, “You knew yet you didn’t do anything about it?”

“just wanted to see if you’d beg me” he states nonchalantly, pressing his hands on your thighs to spread them apart further, smirking as he sees the damp patch on your shorts. “do it, baby. beg me”

. . . 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

“fuck, why is this so hard?” you hear jaemin curse under his breath from the kitchen and your brows pull together at the sound, peering your head around the doorframe to see your shirtless boyfriend staring down at a recipe on the countertop, palms flat against the surface and muscles bulging as he leans in to take a closer look.

he grumbles and curses again, mumbling something about the ingredients as he runs his fingers through his hair and let’s put a frustrated sigh, craning his neck back to reveal his adams apple.

the sight, undoubtedly, is arousing. seeing jaemin so worked up and cursing over something so simple has you feeling a little hot and bothered, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch him roll his shoulders back with a grunt and he goes to turn, seemingly heading towards the cabinets but stops in his tracks as he sees you, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar glint in your eyes.

“how long have you been standing there?”

“long enough” you answer, clearly checking him out as your eyes roam over his chest and down to his vline where the rest his hidden by a pair of sweatpants that hang from his hips. “what are you doing?”

“was hungry, tried following a new recipe” he explains to you with a grin, drumming his fingers against the countertop as he looks at you, gaze turning sultry. “although if you come over here and sit your pretty little ass down in front of me, i may be hungry for something else”

. . . 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

“did you see that? that was such bullshit… what the fuck? how can someone be so dumb? so clueless? i swear, they do this shit on purpose. stupid fucking idiots—”

you’re salivating at the mouth hearing chenle curse out the players on the tv screen, too engrossed in the game to notice how much of an effect his rant seems to have on you.

chenle getting riled up over anything and everything is definitely one of your favourite versions of him, seeing the annoyance and anger swimming in his irises, face red and teeth grit together. he doesn’t get riled up at you per se, it’s at everything else that pisses him off. (even though sometimes, you do wish it was you, hence why you always act like a brat in the bedroom).

eyeing him up, seeing how his jaw clenches makes you want to push at his shoulders to lay him down flat and smother his face more than ever, and with his fists clenching at his sides makes you yearn for him to manhandle you in his grip and have you in any way he prefers.

but it was him clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and poking at his cheek in frustration that makes you snap, hands gripping his shoulders and laying him back against the sofa cushions, climbing onto his lap and tugging his belt through the loops of his jeans.

“really? that easy?” he chides you, brow raising as if to say he was in disbelief. but with how he’s growing harder beneath your palm, you know he’s feeling the exact same way as you. “come on then, princess. sit on my face while i fuck your mouth”

. . . 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

you’re supposed to be finishing up the latest episode of a tv show, promising to get it over and done with to spill your thoughts and theories with your bestie over text. but you struggle to complete the task when you can see jisung in the corner of your eye fiddle with his hands, twisting the rings that he’s wearing around his fingers and pressing down on his knuckles to crack them all while whispering lowly beneath his breath—lyrics of a song that sounds a little suggestive due to his tone.

you try to not take any more notice but you find yourself in a difficult position with him leaning against you and hearing the whispers so clearly in your ear and the movements of his fingers. you fidget in your seat, clearing your throat as you try to collect your thoughts all while the arousal builds, pussy clenching around nothing as you squeeze your thighs together.

“why’d you keep moving so much?” jisung suddenly asks you and you freeze, almost feeling a little silly at being caught.

“you’re distracting me”

he cocks his head to the side innocently, “i am?”

“yes” you nod. “i can hear you whispering the lyrics to that song and playing with your fingers… it’s distracting”

“is it?” jisung asks again this time, but his voice is low and sultry, causing you to turn to look at him in surprise as he smiles at you. “want me to whisper how much i want to fuck you in your ear while i finger you? i can do that if you want”

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