rkmarchive - Tumblr blog

[rkmarchive]

phone or video sex with mark please? where he’s been on tour and calls reader when he misses her

hi! thank you so much your request 💚 i hope you see this and tell me if you enjoyed it as much as i made it ♡ this was honestly a bit challenging to write — it's so difficult to keep myself from feeling so turned on by kinky mark 🥹

genre: smut, a little bit of fluff

pairings: mark x female reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of: porn, sex, masturbating, fingering, cum, kinky stuff, cussing, horny couple lol

a/n: lowercase intended, slightly proofread. also, i'm not adding "fluff" in the tags since this is 98% smut lol

⚠️ MINORS, PLEASE SCROLL AWAY! ⚠️

mark kept tossing and turning in his hotel bed, feeling quite relieved that he and jaehyun were sleeping on separate beds. otherwise, he would have definitely woken the latter up already from his restlessness.

it had already been 2 weeks since the group started their world tour, and they still have a few stops left for the month.

and that means it had already been 2 weeks since the last time you and mark had sex, which also means that he hasn't touched himself since then.

mark never thought he would become addicted to sex until the two of you started dating.

you were just so amazing in bed to the point he stopped relying on porn to jack off, and just imagines fucking the life out of you to do the trick.

he was just blankly staring at the ceiling before he raised his left arm to check the time on his watch. mark heaved a deep sigh after realizing that he only had a few hours left to sleep before they need to wake up for the rehearsals.

"she might be in the middle of work right now..." he mumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling again. this was definitely one of those nights he missed your touch the most.

ever since the two of you started dating, mark has come to love the kinkier side of sex. sure, he enjoyed the slow, more intimate kind, but he has come to enjoy the hard fucks more, bdsm, the quickies, and a lot more — all because of you.

mark dimmed the table lamp and grabbed his phone from the bedside, thinking he could just watch porn at this point instead of disturbing you at work.

he looked over at jaehyun, whose back was facing him before opening his phone's browser in incognito and typed in his favorite go-to porn site. mark heaved another sigh after scrolling through pages of videos, trying to find something to jack off to but failing. nothing really caught his eye enough to get a boner.

mark closed his browser and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. thinking naughty things about you might help him get off, but it had been 2 weeks since he has seen and touched your body that he just felt the absolute need to actually see it again.

"i guess i can try..." he quietly said to himself again before opening your chat thread and quickly sending a 'hey sexy. i miss you sooo so bad :('.

mark closed his eyes, phone held tightly on his chest as he anxiously waited for your reply.

not even a minute later, a buzz on his phone signalled a new text. mark hastily opened the notification before smiling to himself, biting his lower lip in the process.

"hey pretty boy ;) i miss you, too :* but why are you still up?" you replied before sending a follow-up message, "isn't it, like, 2 a.m. over there?"

"yeah, can't sleep, baby :( i wish you were here :(" mark replied almost immediately, a follow-up message coming right after, "are you busy at work right now?"

a smirk fell on your lips after reading mark's follow-up message. you definitely knew what he wanted at that moment, as it wasn't the first time he has texted you like this when he was on tour (and when he was supposed to be sleeping).

mark's heart started beating faster in excitement after reading your reply, "i got you, baby ;* will call you in 10 minutes 👅"

he jumped out of his bed and dashed to the bathroom, quickly locking the door and making his way to the large bathtub. he got inside it and patiently waited for your call.

after sending your reply, you excused yourself from the ongoing seminar, informing your manager that you just had a really bad stomachache and will be heading to the infirmary for some medicine.

of course, that was all a lie.

as soon as you stepped out of the conference room, you ran as fast as you could to the elevator and went down to the parking lot. you got into the back seat of your car, quickly stripping off your clothes and your underwear.

the frequent car sex you had with mark was the reason why you have decided to invest in a really good dark tint for your car.

"hey, pretty boy," you greeted on the other line as soon as he picked up, voice already sounding so seductive for him. he bit his lower lip in a smirk and chuckled lowly, feeling the tingling sensation down his cock.

"hi, sexy." he said. "how are you?"

"not really feeling all too well... i want to see you,"

mark quickly requested for a video call with you, fixing his hair a little bit as he waited for you to accept it.

you quickly secured your phone on your car's phone holder before accepting his video call request.

"holy shit!" mark blurted in surprise as soon as you came into view. you were seated at the backseat, completely naked.

"you like what you see, baby?" you purred, cupping one of your breasts in one hand before playing with your nipple and dangling both of your legs on the sides of the seats infront, allowing mark to see the thing he's been craving for the past 2 weeks — your pussy.

mark could only gulp in response, feeling his boner growing by the second.

"let me see you, babe." you said, letting out a quiet moan as you used your free hand to lightly massage your clit.

"m-mark... baby..." you moaned in pleasure. "feels so... good..."

"fuck," mark grunted, positioning his phone in front of him and letting it lean on the bathroom tiles for support. he then shimmied out of his boxers in a hurry, with his hard cock springing out in full view.

you let out a gasp at the view of his big, hard cock. oh how you've missed it so much.

"fuck, baby. i want to suck your cock so bad right now," you moaned, still touching your now-wet pussy.

"oh yeah?" mark said, lips slightly parted as he started pumping his cock slowly, his eyes focused on your body. "i miss seeing you choke on my cock, baby."

"f-fuck," you moaned some more, turned on by the memory of deepthroating mark and how he would hold onto your hair to fuck your mouth until he cums.

"suck your nipple for me, angel." mark said. he let out a moan, increasing his pace as soon as you cupped your other breast higher and brought it to your mouth, licking and sucking on your nipple.

"fuck," he growls. "you're so hot."

you stopped playing with your nipple and used both of your hands to part the lips of your pussy, letting mark see its pink flesh. mark moaned again in pleasure, remembering how he'd hungrily eat it and how addicting its taste was for him.

"two... fingers..." mark said breathlessly as he pumped even faster, his eyes focused hazily on your pussy.

you adjusted yourself for mark to get a better view of you before placing two fingers on your clit, lightly massaging it, and the other two at the entrance.

"lift your shirt, baby. i want to see your nipples," you said, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure from your clit. hearing mark moan whenever you'd lick, suck and softly bite on his nipples was one of the things that turned you on, and for mark, it was one of things he never thought he would find so hot for a girl to do.

mark took off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the bathroom before spitting in his hand and pumping his hard cock again. you licked your lips at the sight of mark's fully naked body.

still massaging your clit, you licked your other hand's middle and ring finger and sucked on them seductively, moaning in the process.

"ahhh, fuck," mark groaned as his head lolled back in pleasure.

you let out a long moan as soon as you inserted your fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping it in and out, and massaging your clit at the same time.

"fuck, fuck," mark hissed, pumping faster, eyes rolling at the back of his head.

"hmm," you moaned, feeling so turned on by mark's reaction. you pumped your fingers in and out faster, now aggressively rubbing your clit.

"babe... your c-cock..." you said in between breaths, feeling your juice dripping. "want... it..."

"fuck, babe..." mark let out another groan, feeling another tingling sensation in his cock. "i-i'm g-gonna... cum..."

having been with mark for a while now, you have come to learn the things that drove him crazy in bed. and one of those things is when you would suck on your nipple as you fingered your pussy, which was exactly what you did at that moment.

"shit, i'm cumm—fuck!" mark grunted as he pumped even faster, his head lolled back again and eyes closed tigtly as he heard you moaning loudly on the call.

"m-mark... fuck, i'm cumming!" you said, your own eyes closed as you quickened your pace and pinched your nipple hard, the sensation driving you crazy.

"fuckfuckfuckfuc—shit!" mark hissed when he finally reached his high, his cum dripping all over his beaten cock. he heard you moaning quietly and chuckled tiredly.

"did you cum, babe?" he asked, panting. you could only hum in response, still catching your breath.

"i love you so much, baby," he said. "i love you, and i miss you so much."

you chuckled in response before giving him a tired smile, "i love you, too, mark. so, so much. and i miss you."

after catching up for a bit (while quickly putting on your clothes again and fixing yourself, mark did the same and cleaned the tub), the two of you ended the call with a promise from mark that he'll take you out on a fun date once he comes home from tour.

mark jumped up in suprise as soon as he opened the door to the bathroom, his face drained of color.

"i just hope there's no residue on the tub, bro." jaehyun said as he patted mark's shoulder with a knowing grin on his face before walking past him into the bathroom.

- end.

requests are OPEN! feel free to send in an ask ♡

oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR! i wish for whatever everyone's been manifesting to fall into place this year ✨️

[rkmarchive]

WHAT I THINK MARK WOULD SAY WHILE MAKING LOVE TO HIS PARTNER

when rough:

“fuck…”

“baby, you feel so fucking good”

“you’re so tight for me”

“is it too big for you?”

when soft:

“i love you”

“you’re so beautiful”

“i want to see your face”

“look at me”

[rkmarchive]

stained glass.

Warnings: Mark, a priest, blows off some steam (gets oral beneath his desk. by you.) Doyoung happens to walk in, unbeknownst to him.

Mark’s been a man of God for a long time. Long before he became a man. 

He didn’t follow all the rules before he became a priest. Some drinking, some smoking, and a healthy amount of sex came before he committed to become a priest at 18. He was young, still is. Johnny thinks it's hilarious that people twice his age come in hoping Mark is doing confessional on certain days, or that the pews need more Bibles on the days he’s set to lead mass. Funny of Johnny to say so when they need extra seats for him on Sundays. 

Doyoung has always warned him about temptation. About how Mark’s bound to find one person worth breaking his vow of celibacy for. Harder to resist when Mark’s had a taste of sex before taking the vow. Mark is nothing but dedicated. It comes easy to him, ignoring the not so subtle ways their churchgoers come onto him; eye-fucking him while teaching the gospel, lingering touches on the arm during home visits, explicit stories during confessions. 

It did–come easy. Before you. 

New in town, a passerby really since you said you were moving on after half a year here. You tried to blend in with everyone else, trying to catch a seat near the front even though you were the nervous type, but it was hard not to pick your face out of the crowd. Around his age, which wasn’t as common lately, unwilling to put more than a few dollars in for offering, and only a tad apprehensive when asked whether you needed guidance outside the regular Sunday masses, maybe one on one with one of the priests. 

Johnny hadn’t thought twice about assigning Mark to you. You’re around her age and she hasn’t made many connections in town yet, he said, she’ll relate to you the most. You were cagey in the beginning, sitting one on one in Mark’s tiny, stuffy office. You were only here because you had a grandmother back home that could iron a serviceman straight with just a look and she could tell when you were lying about attending church. Your work was something you weren’t willing to open up about. But you let loose after a while, a sailor’s mouth on you, bringing Mark up to date about this and that in the world of people your age that he wasn’t really a part of each time you met. 

You weren’t tempting in the sense Doyoung had made it sound like. None of the red lipstick and tight pants and oops I dropped something stuff he’d had in mind. You’d squeeze his arm during goodbye’s, your fingers brushing his as you two went over a passage in the Bible you’d interpreted differently, the glisten of your lips in the sun while you told him a story, holding eye contact during one of Doyoung’s long, long sermons on slow Sundays that left Mark biting his lip against a smile. 

He’d be left uncomfortably stiff at the end of the night when he thought about you that day, over those simple things. Rubbing his palm over himself through his sheets, light and hoping to ease some of the hurt, would only make it worse. He’d stop before he could shoot off into his boxers, he swears. 

Maybe if Mark had let himself come a time or two, he wouldn’t be in this position: pressing his mouth to his clasped hands at his desk, so hard his lips smart, with you between his spread knees underneath the desk, your warm tongue looping lazy circles around the tip of his rock hard cock. 

There’s a small radio on his desk, a monotone podcast about how to come clean to God, the words  floating out the open door to his office. His Bible is still open in front of him where the both of you left it. He’d been reading a passage aloud to you, one that you said you hadn’t been able to understand from a teenager. You were leant over the desk beside his chair, your scent wafting over him, your lips in his periphery. He’d lost his place three times, unable to read words his brain wasn’t focused on. 

Sorry, he’d laughed, rubbing at his forehead, I’m a little distracted this morning, forgive me. The way you coerced him after, rubbed a hand on his shoulder with faux concern and said, Do you need something to ease your mind, Father? Reached down to squeeze at his thigh through his robe, the heat of your palm burning through it and his slacks. 

You know what they say, quieter the mind, the closer to God, you coaxed, your hand nudging higher and higher up his thigh until you were cupping him, feeling him swell up quickly. He couldn’t help it and you were right, just this once, just to clear his mind. He swears. 

“Y/N,” Mark breathes, letting one hand come to rest on the back of your head beneath the desk, feeling the hellfire of your mouth finally closing around him, forcing a full body shiver.

You’d spent a few minutes lapping at him through his slacks, pulling him out to sniff at him, like you could smell that he hadn’t been pleased in years, a born again virgin. To feel your mouth and tongue, so wet and hot, gather around him has his toes curling in his shoes as you suckle at him gently. The radio is loud enough to muffle the small, smacking sounds of your lips around his cock, but the door is still open, leaving Mark exposed from the torso up at least. But no one’s passed by at all yet. 

It makes him brave enough to scoot to the very edge of his chair, panting, to rock his hips into your face. This isn’t your first time doing this, not the fourth or fifth or sixth–no. The easy way you sink your mouth down to his base, burying yourself between the teeth of his zipper, is practiced. Whorish. And you’ve graced him with this gift. His dick feels bloated, like the skin has thinned with all the blood stuffed in, his balls pulsing with the load he’s been hanging onto for–god knows how long. He cants his hips a little faster, pushing into the tight grip of your throat with the pressure he has on the back of your head, gritting out strained breaths between his teeth at the sticky gulping sounds your throat makes back at him. 

“I’ll come into you–” he begins to whisper fiercely, his heart drumming. 

“Father Mark?” a voice rings out in the hallway, footsteps tapping the floors, coming towards the door quickly. 

Mark’s fast enough to pull you away by the back of your neck and scooch his chair in until his stomach is flat to the edge before Doyoung comes to a halt before his office, a stack of papers in hand. Mark raises both his eyebrows in greeting. 

“Oh, where’s Y/N?” Doyoung asks, stepping inside and looking around. Your bag and jacket are still hanging by the door. 

“Went to the–uh bathroom, had to take an important call. Should be back soon,” Mark rambles away, his body flooded with the cold disappointment of another denial.  

Doyoung shrugs and goes straight into church business; funding, new bibles, why the couple who keeps seeking counseling needs to seek a divorce lawyer. Your tongue laps against Mark’s glans, wiping away the bead of precum that ran down, tickling him, and his knees clamp around your shoulders. You’re really doing this to him, continuing to suck him off with Doyoung standing not four feet away. 

His cock is so stiff it pushes against the cool bottom of the desk, warmed only by you mouthing at it from his drooling tip to his throbbing base, nuzzling. Mark has to press his fist into his mouth as he nods along to Doyoung’s words, his other fingers dig into the back of your neck, willing you to take him again, almost hoping you don’t with how excited he is. 

The sudden, hot slide between your plush lips makes his spine straighten out in increments, surprising him with how fucking good it feels. You suck at him slowly, your tongue spinning against his glans with each firm pull back, cheeks hollowing as you sink him inside, the spongy tip teasing at the clasp of your throat. The sloppy sounds are quiet enough to go undetected by a still complaining Doyoung but loud enough for Mark’s balls to tighten up at. 

“Are you okay? Your ears are really red,” Doyoung says, scrunching his nose. 

Mark clears his throat, his face ablaze, “Yeah, I had to turn down the heat a little bit ago. Continue, you said something about the wine.”

He should be glad Doyoung is too concerned with the quality of sacrament these days to notice Mark having to take deep breaths as you begin to throat him, allowing the first inch of Mark to pierce the hot clutch, popping in and out of it with lackadaisical ease. How could Doyoung not see Mark fighting off the pleasure you’re giving him underneath this desk; Mark fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back, panting behind his fist, trying to focus on anything around the room. This could have easily been Doyoung if Johnny had assigned him, but Mark is so so lucky. 

“Goodness, do you hear that–that splashing sound,” Doyoung sighs with a disgusted noise, looking up at the ceiling. “We need to get those pipes cleaned, I keep telling you guys.”

“Working on that,” Mark says, his voice strained as you keep sucking at him, an unhurried, tongue twisting affair. 

He needs to come, evident in the sweat beading on his upper lip and the tremble in his thighs, he needs to, he needs it. It’s been so long since anything’s felt this mind melting. He wants it to end, he never wants you to stop. Mark tries to palm the back of your head to keep himself grounded, but he only ends up forcing you deeper in his desperation, stamping precum kisses to the back of your throat. And it takes him with barely more than a wet clucking, welcoming him deeper. 

“Y/N is taking really long, but that’s good because I wanted to go over the next service–” Doyoung goes on, waltzing around the room, looking at the shelf of books near the door. 

Your hand reaching into his slacks to massage his sac between your fingertips makes his shoulders twitch inward involuntarily, again and again. 

He’s going to come, Mark realizes suddenly, the star-fire pit in his stomach growing too big to bear, his abdomen tensing up to prepare. Mark tries to stave it off, knowing it’s going to be intense, but your lips and tongue and sneaky fingers coax it from him like steel wire through wet clay. 

Doyoung’s facing the book case the last Mark sees of him before his eyes unfocus, face blank. He's seeing but not present as he begins to burst into your mouth, flooding over your taste buds, Jesus, what you must be tasting right now, his balls contracting almost painfully. Mark blinks hard through it but his cock won’t stop releasing what feels like torrents of nut into you, it’s hard not to let one of his eyes roll back. He lets his shaking hand reach around to your throat, feeling you swallow everything he’s giving you. 

“My God,” Mark exhales harshly behind his fist, letting his eyes close as he swallows the spit that was filling his mouth, his entire body relaxing from the strength of his orgasm. 

“I know right, I can’t believe Johnny allowed that,” Doyoung huffs, still looking at the stacks of books. 

“Yeah,” Mark mutters, leaning back a little to peek under the desk at you, holding his softening dick in your mouth still. “That was crazy.”

He reaches down to gently extract himself from your lips with a damp pop Doyoung must not hear, limp and wet with your saliva. His cock pulses weakly as he rubs himself across your mouth for a final time and shakes off uselessly before he starts to tuck himself away discreetly. You’re nice enough to pull up his zipper when he can’t get it with his trembling hand. 

“Well,” Mark says, taking a deep breath as he stands up. His legs are pure jelly. “Y/N should be back soon.”

Doyoung nods, “Take care of her, will you? She’s still pretty new here.”

Mark looks down at you, at the smile he can see. Guilt comes over him briefly, at what he’s just done. But it’s like you took a heavy weight off of him. Out of him. 

“I will, of course I will.”

[rkmarchive]

[ 12:43pm ] you swear mark’s kisses taste like fucking candy. the flavor of pink bubblegum linger on your tongue even moments after he’s pulled away. desperation and lust in evident in the glimmer in his eyes. without prior notice, he pulls you into his embrace once more, each kiss deeper than the last. his hands roam your body, fingers eager to undo the zipper on the back of your dress. he giggles into your mouth, the sound resonates in your ears.

his mouth hovers over the nape of your neck. your panties grow damper with every lingering second, arousal staining the very fabric of the underwear he gifted you on your first anniversary of being together. his touch drives you mad with desire. you want him so bad, it’s ridiculous. every second, every minute, every hour of every fucking day, your head is clouded with thoughts of him pleasuring you to the point of no return. there’s no denying that he’s all you ever think about.

“jesus christ, you don’t know how bad i want to play with your pussy right now babe,” he mumbles softly while playing with the hem of your dress. the strap is halfway off your shoulder and it’s only a matter of time before he slips the article of clothing completely off your body, leaving you naked in the middle of the park. it’s too risky to get intimate in the most public setting, but none of you care about that. all that’s on your mind is giving the other what they want the most. “just wanna bury myself in that tight, dripping cunt of yours. i don’t care if anyone sees.”

he’s shameless. it doesn’t matter where you are, he’s always in the mood for bringing you the maximum amount of gratification there is. mark sneaks a hand under the waistband of your panties, fingers ghosting your entrance. he’s so close to your dripping core, it’s insane.

“i can’t wait any longer,” those five words fall from his lips in the most desperate tone you’ve heard in his voice since forever. “wanna fill you up right here and now, doesn’t matter if we get caught. now come on, i know how much you want this cock, baby girl.”

[rkmarchive]

“mark fuck me” the poor boy started choked on his own saliva, head whipping so fast towards you he might just get whiplash. “w-what?” he stuttered, looking at you like you have three eyes.

“i said fuck me” you repeated as mark continued to stared at you in disbelief before rejecting and returning back to his studies. friends don’t fuck each other. Right?

“not even if I beg?” he turned towards you again only to find you on your knees in front of you, headfirst facing his cock. mark’s breathing went shallow seeing you on the ground, eyes sparkling looking at him and slightly pouting. fighting every urge in his body not to shove his cock down your throat.

“mark please fuck my brains out with your cock” you pleaded with each word, your hands climbed higher and higher before resting on his thighs. mark watched you in awe as you rested your head in between his thighs. He was losing it right there and then, your doe eyes, how close you were to him, the neediness of your voice for him. every rational thought went out the fucking window when he felt your warm breathe against him.

“please markie?” something in him snapped upon hearing that nickname and he was bound to do what he might regret later but it doesn’t matter when he could hear you scream his name.

before you could process it, mark lifted you off the ground and onto his lap. legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, coming in contact with his erection, causing him to whimper slightly. his hand massaged your hips, slowly descending to knead your ass, watching your face contort in pleasure and body responding almost immediately by grinding on him.

you didn’t even realised your shirt was off until the cool air pierced your exposed skin, mark left open-mouth kisses on your neck down to your collarbones, sucking harshly on every crevice not before unclasping your bra and continuing his assault on each breast.

“markieeee” you whined as he sucked on your nipples, cold hands on the small of your back as he rubbed small circles with his thumb, setting off goosebumps all over your body. instinctively your back arched making contact with the table when mark sucked harder, taking the entirety of your left breast in his mouth, tongue swirling endlessly on your nipple.

fingers gripped onto his scalp as you let out airy whines of his name, massaging them making mark moan deliciously. As if sucking your tits weren’t enough, mark snaked a hand into your panties, rubbing a finger on your clit.

“so fucking wet for me, huh?” he teased, cocking an eyebrow, spreading your juices around your folds before rubbing circles on your clit.

“you wanted my cock so bad” he lined himself with one hand, the other holding you up slightly so you’re hovering above him. “ride me” he pushed you down to sat on his cock, earning a choked scream from you. adjusting to his size, you swirled your hips to relieve the minor discomfort before relishing in the pleasure.

mark thrust up unexpectedly, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being inside you. for months he’s been fantasizing about you, hands wrapped around his cock pretending it’s yours. you bounced on him slowly, finding the right pace, hands on his shoulder for anchoring.

mark watched. he watched as the sight of his cock being swallowed by your soaking pussy over and over again. the way your tits bounce with each thrust and your head thrown back in pure ecstasy, revealing the expanse of your neck littered in his markings. mark doesn’t care anymore if he doesn’t cum because watching you using him to get off was more than enough.

he could feel you grew tired by how sloppy your thrust began but you were so close. so fucking close. mark grabbed your hips and slammed you down his cock harshly, “baby loves my cock doesn’t she?” you whimpered.

“are you gonna cum for me baby hm?” he coeed, seeing your face contort even more and your chest heaving. you were right on the edge. mark’s name come out of you like a mantra mixed with a few profanities.

“fuck mark! i’m-i’m comi-”

mark placed another slap and that’s when you lost it. the knot in your stomach exploded and you came on mark’s cock. mark was delirious, losing himself to the feeling of you coating his dick, he came shortly after you.

practically collapsing on top of the poor boy, mark rubbed circles on your back to calm you down, whispering sweet praises.

“come on let’s get you cleaned up”

[rkmarchive]

Waking up to the sight of Mark laying next to you, his hair all messy from the night before. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose as he scrolled through his phone. Your eyes falling in love with the image in front of you. Mark’s chest rising and falling with every breath he took, the duvet falling down his chest exposing his tan skin as it fell. His tan skin was glowing in the light haze of the sun as it rose over the horizon. You felt weird staring at him but it added to the tension between you both.

He pulled you in for a kiss by the back of your neck grabbing the hair gently making you react. Feeling the heat from his half naked body against yours as he pulls you closer by the waist pulling you up onto his lap and he sits up. Laughing as you nearly let you fall off his lap but catches you at the last second. Rejoining your lips together but this time it was different, it was more intense feeling the passion coming from him, his tongue licking against your bottom lip asking for entrance.

Letting him take control of the kiss the deeper it gets just wanting to obey him. Pushing his glasses up and onto the top of his head as they were starting to get in the way. His white hair getting pushed back by the lenses exposing his forehead to you. Letting your lips go lower to his neck kissing around his sweet spots to get a reaction from him. He had the most beautiful moans you have ever heard. Throwing his head back against the headboard when you started to move your hips against his growing bulge.

He switched positions with you on the bed having you lay down where he was moments ago. His grip holding you down, keeping you down by your wrists as he started to explore your body with his lips. Taking off your sleep shirt as his lips attack your neck, dropping the shirt on the floor. Mark’s warm hands started to play with your nipples making your back arch off the mattress letting out a moan from the back of your throat. His eyes meet yours in a love drunk gaze.

Long fingers playing with the lace of your panties before he dipped his fingers down the front to feel how wet you are from his teasing. Fingers ghosting over your already sensitive clit causing your hips to buck up into his hand as a reaction. He smirked at how needy you are loving every minute of it. Getting down onto his stomach on the bed, forcing your legs open so he can lay in between them. Licking his lips seeing the wet patch in your panties form not letting you see how hard he is.

Pressing his nose right up against your cunt taking in your scent fully, leaving a kiss on your clit before he nearly rips your underwear off. Lifting your hips as a help to him gasping when the morning air hit your cunt. Mark took your panties, yanking them off your hips and down your ankles drooling at the sight of your naked cunt in front of him. Immediately driving right in kissing up your inner thighs nipping at them the higher he got. Laughing at your helplessness just laying there having nothing on your mind other than pleasure.

You threw your head back immediately as the first waves of pleasure ran through your body, the pillows taking you in their embrace. His tongue rubbing over your clit, his thumb gently rubbing at your entrance watching the way it contracts over nothing. Moving down dragging his wet tongue down your slit to your entrance. Circling it dragging his tongue over your hole completely in love with how you can be this needy from hardly any stimulation.

As soon as his tongue hit that spot inside of you, that's when your whole body reacted. You couldn’t feel your legs making you grip onto his hair tighter as the pleasure gets the better of you. His movements sped up a little as he could tell how close you were, it didn’t take you long to reach your high. The whole room turning white, losing feeling in your legs and your head spinning not remembering where you were. Mark lets you ride out your high on his tongue letting you calm down from the intensity. Your breathing slows down shortly after. You felt bad from how hard you gripped at his hair apologising to him.

“That was fucking hot baby……”

[rkmarchive]

❦next door neighbor!mark|hottie!reader❦

❦phone call, exhibition, mutual masturbation, mark is a pervert and agrees to any and everything you say, he loves when you call him out, he's whiny..❦

Mark has seen you multiple times in and out of the house, and you two have had conversations and chilled together from time to time. He enjoys your company and you enjoy his but sometimes he feels bad knowing that he's seen you in your bedroom, never being inside of it, he knows what it looks like because your window is directly where his own window is. Sometimes it's a blessing and a curse because at times you would wave at him and he would do the same, other times he wonders if you forget to close your curtains when you undress. It's not like he's complaining though, his neighbor is fucking hot. There are times when he watches you peel your tight jeans off and other times when he watches you struggle to tug them up. He's seen you in your panties and bra and stops there when he has itching that you'll be nude entirely. He shuts his own curtains only to open them the next day and hope for more of you. Mark has touched himself at the thought of seeing you naked, it was perverted of him, yeah but he couldn't stop his hormones from raging like he was some young teenager. It was a normal day, a normal evening and then something changed this night. Mark felt like his body was going to melt, he felt like the gods were fucking with him tonight as he looked at you. He had to put his glasses on to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. Here he was rocking a pair of basketball shorts and a white tee and there you were dressed in lingerie. Sheer baby blue lingerie that just seemed to fit a little too well on your body. It turned him on knowing you were so confident, never scared to show off your body and your curves. The bralette cupped your perfect breasts while your thong was just..it was a lot..fuck it was too much. Should he close his curtains and give you that privacy? Before he could, his phone vibrated, and seeing the contact photo of you pop up made him nervous. Slowly, he reached over to grab it and answer it, lifting the phone up to his ear. "Does it look cute on me?" You asked.

Not a hi, not a hello. You went straight for it and that alone made his dick hard. "Mark.." You said his name so firmly, yet so sweet that he looked back out of his window to look at you. "It...you-" He stumbles. "Mhm.." You encouraged as you smoothed your free hand down your curves, slowly turning your back to give him a view of your ass. That earned a low "fuck". "You look stunning, the color looks really good on you. It makes you far too perfect for your own good." You could hear the strain in his voice. Almost like he was struggling to keep himself together. "That's so sweet of you to say, I've seen you look at me, and at first I was concerned but then I realized that I like when you look at me. No, I love when you look at me.." He watched as you climbed onto your bed. "You're such a pervert though Mark, watching me undress and get dressed. You must really like me." Confidence oozed from your voice that made Mark groan. "I like you..a lot." You laughed. "I like you too, baby. I'm so wet just thinking about you touching me." Your fingers tugged on the sheer material as your arousal soaked through. "Sucks you can't really see how wet I am.." You teased your clit with slow gentle circles. Mark wished that he was the one touching you and sat in his chair, slowly palming his aching cock. "Do you think about me a lot, Mark?" You gasp as you sink your fingers into the front of your panties, touching your bare cunt with needy rubs. "Shit, you sound so pretty. Mmf, I do. I think about you so fucking much, day and night." He whimpers as his eyes don't leave the way you touch yourself. It only urges him to do the same and he's never in his life done this before. "Day and night? I'm gonna fall in love with you saying shit like that. Do you touch yourself thinking about me?" You softly ask. Your eyes watched the way he nodded his head and how his hand pushed the front of his shorts down. His pretty cock free from its confinements, you moaned into the phone as your pussy clenched around nothing. "God Mark, you have such a pretty dick. I want it in me." You had such a filthy mouth on you. He was whimpering into the phone as his hand stroked his cock, sticky precums spilling from his sensitive tip. "I do, every fucking time." He's never had someone call his dick pretty, it was dangerous. "Yeah? You think about my pussy?" You slide your fingers along your hole, teasing yourself. "I think about your cute pussy, that perfect ass, pretty tits. Your beautiful face. I touch myself hoping that one that I can make you cum on my dick.." "I want that, I need that. Please..I want you to fuck me so good. " You begged. "Yeah, holy shit yeah. I'll fuck you until you're left with just thought of me and only me."

[rkmarchive]

3:33am

mark smut + fluff

“That feels nice…”

Mark laughed as he continued to run his fingers through your soft hair.

“Yeah?” He murmured, smiling down at you.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in your boyfriend’s arms. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait for this moment. The feeling of Mark’s nimble fingers caressing your skin, the warmth of his embrace, and the way he always made time for you to unwind.

Gently, his hands shifted from your hair to your back, applying pressure to your tense shoulders. You couldn’t help the small sigh of pleasure that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots out of your muscles.

“Mark…” you breathed, burying your face in his neck. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his hands moved to massage your lower back.

“What do you need, my love?” He whispered, gently applying more pressure at your hips.

Your heart began to race.

“You.”

At your breathless reply, Mark smiled.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he murmured.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and allowed him to pull you into a soft and lust-filled kiss. He worked you into a hazy state of bliss, gently sucking and nipping at your bottom lip while his hands caressed your sides.

He pulled away only for a moment to slip your thin t-shirt over your head, leaving your bare breasts on display. Your nipples were perked with arousal already.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mark whispered reverently, drinking in the sight of you. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”

Your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at his disarmingly honest confession.

“Just kiss me, please,” you muttered with an embarrassed smile.

Mark’s eyes sparkled with amusement when you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned in closer to catch your lips in a gentle kiss.

His warm hands softly cupped your breasts. His talented fingers flicked across your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch. He slowly trailed his lips down to your neck, sucking at the juncture of your bare shoulder before trailing back up behind your ears.

You let out a soft moan when he licked the shell of your ear, nipping at your soft skin.

“M-Mark, please…” you mumbled, slowly becoming undone by his ministrations. Mark softly shushed your pleas.

“You know I always take my time with you, Y/N,” he whispered, grinding against your hips for emphasis.

You bit your bottom lip and stifled a gasp at the sweet friction against your core. You were far too eager to get to the good part, but you knew Mark wouldn’t let you get off that easily.

His lips continued their assault down your neck, sucking hard enough to surely bruise. Your breath quickened as his hands slowly massaged down your sides to the edge of your panties.

He toyed with the lace edge before his nimble fingers made contact ever-so-gently with your folds. You moaned as he circled your clit, giving just enough pressure to tease.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he toyed with you, making you shift your hips against him.

“Mark, please—“ you hissed, grinding against his thigh.

Mark hummed against your neck.

“Lie down for me, Y/N,”

You quickly switched positions, letting your back hit the mattress as Mark lingered on top of you. His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly slid them off.

“Spread your pretty legs for me, please?” He murmured, dragging his fingers along the outside of your thighs.

You obediently complied, allowing him to take in the sight of you, fully naked, ready and waiting for him.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, licking his fingers before teasing your core again. Your breath hitched when he made contact.

“Lay back for me, okay?” He whispered, coaxing you back onto the soft pillows.

You lay back, letting out a deep sigh.

You were about to close your eyes when you felt a hot puff of air across your core.

“M-Mark!” You gasped as his tongue licked across your wet folds.

His hands reached up to your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.

You threw your head back against the pillows when his plush lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking hard before soothing it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mark, I— ah!“

You began to forget your words as he swirled his wet muscle around your most sensitive peak, alternating between sucking and flicking the soft bud.

His fingers massaged your inner thighs before he put them to good use, entering you slowly before curling and thrusting along with his oral stimulation.

You moaned, unrestrained, as he continued to pleasure you.

He knew he held all the cards, having you in such a state. He began to edge you slowly, pulling back to massage your thighs and tease your entrance before diving back in again. You were reduced to breathless moans and whimpers when you slowly felt the pent up frustration start to become too much for you.

“Mark, please, I’m gonna—“

You cried out as he finally tipped you over the edge. He continued to tease you through your high, feeling you shudder around his fingers and tongue.

Your breathing was labored as you began to slip back to reality.

“That was so…” you breathed, unable to finish your sentence. Mark laughed softly.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A smile stretched across his handsome features as he caressed your flushed cheek.

“My beautiful girl…” he murmured. “I’ll always be here to take care of you,”

You closed your eyes, a soft, satisfied smile still playing on your lips.

“I know,” you said, opening your eyes again to look deeply into his.

“Now let me take care of you, please?”

[rkmarchive]

220929 mark 🏎️ 2 baddies

[rkmarchive]

gifs of my markie (94/∞)

[rkmarchive]

[12:45 pm] smut minors dni.

Mark enjoys taking care of you whenever you need it. Even though you tell him you don’t need him to help you all the time, he still does it anyway because that’s how much he loves you. He would never want you to feel neglected by him, which is why he does everything he can to ensure that you’re satisfied.

Sometimes you wonder about how far he will go to fulfill your needs in other situations. You think about how he’d eat you out until your eyes roll into the back of your head, your legs shaking, a feeling so lovely you can’t even speak because of how heavenly it feels and how badly you need him inside of you. He'd be relentless with you since he finally has you all to himself, thrusting into you without mercy. "Fuck baby, you feel so good, you're perfect." Your walls were so tight and warm around him and it drove him insane. These thoughts always have you needy, wanting to let him use you as he pleases.

He would never tell you, but similar thoughts cross his mind, and he’s ashamed of how much he loves it. He’s never asked if you’d ever want to do anything, afraid that he’ll scare you off. But little does he know, you’re just waiting for the day he makes your dreams come true.

[rkmarchive]

MARK ⦿ 2 BADDIES

[rkmarchive]

..wanna suck him off so bad😞

[rkmarchive]

◟ [ 6:17am ] MARK. !

𓂃 🛒 DELIVERY: mark, an exhausted new dad needs a pick me up.

▸ minors do not interact.

mark stumbles around the bedroom tiredly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on a chair nearby.

this was by far one of the worst nights his baby girl has had since she’s been born. she cried several times throughout the night and to top it all off, she threw up all over her father’s clothes.

mark sheds his pajama pants and decided to just sleep in briefs and call it a night. he had to be to work in the morning so he didn’t have much time to waste.

you on the other hand, just finished showering from your morning jog and felt a bit guilty. last night was mark’s night with the baby and of course she decided to be on her worst behavior for him. you knew she couldn’t help it though.

mark crawls back underneath the blankets, sitting upright with his head laying against the headboard and an arm right behind his head. although he was a train wreck right now you thought he looked fucking sexy.

you scoot closer, laying a hand on his chest and leaning in. “baby you okay?”

“i’m fine”, he yawns. “why wassup?”.

“you look like you can use something”. mark hums. his clueless nature kicking in. “something? like what?”.

you start littering mark’s neck with kisses, throwing your leg over his hip to climb onto his lap. he wearily responded to your advances with heavy sighs filling the space in between you.

you subtly rub against the nudge in his briefs while licking and sucking his neck and lips. you felt him tremor each time you touched it, letting you know that it was getting hard. it never took too long for mark to start aching for you; you knew how to make his blood rush quick.

by the time you made eye contact with him again he still had sleepy eyes but he wanted it. and you could tell he’s been wanting it for a while now. he nervously darts his attention to the baby monitor straight ahead. “what if she wakes up?”.

you slid your panties down your thighs and from around your ankles. “don’t worry. we’ll be quick”. mark licks his lips while watching you pull his cock out of his briefs. he began to tense up when you were fully seated on it, wet and tight, just how he liked it.

you proceeded to move both of his hands to the headboard above his head. “keep them right there”.

you use every skill you’ve learned in order to roll your hips on him like this. the muscles of your stomach spun as you sunk down his cock with need. it took every fiber within mark’s soul to not to be loud like he wanted, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

“fuck”.

his groans came under his deep breaths, skin growing hot as he lost himself in the rhythm of your hips. “you like that?”. he licks his supple lips, unable to speak even if he wanted to. his restrained hands had a hankering to stroke your thighs, rub your ass, maybe even massage your chest but he had to remember to contain himself.

dazed in each other’s eyes, you had no idea you were going to get into it as much as you did. planting your hands atop of mark’s, you rocked your hips much faster, headboard clanking against the wall at your speed. mark’s cock continued to throb inside you, making your exceedingly wet folds clench much harder around him.

now breathing the same gaspy breaths mark’s mouth had been drawn open for a while. he was captivated by the way you made love to him, the way you knew what he needed before he even did. he was enthralled by the harsh fucking, the plethora of curse words that left your lips, the way you’d tilt your head back letting the sun rays of early dawn scatter across your beautiful skin.

you stared yourself into a trance just looking at him, in bliss beneath you. his duplicity. your daughter would always know him for the sweet affectionate father that he was to her. but to you, he was your good boy.

the both of your fingers laced together atop of the headboard. you smirk.

“you’re such a good boy for me, mark”.

[rkmarchive]

[rkmarchive]

church boy 3 | mark lee

-look what’s finally here!! will try to actually keep it up this time…maybe. but i know u guys have been waiting for part 3 for so long and i thank u guys so much for being patient and for ur kind words!!🌟 hope y’all enjoy MWAH

also i proofread this like,, i think once so excuse mistakes lol

words: 1.5k

genre: smut. minors dni

warnings: afab!reader, mention of religion, dirty talk, creampie, begging (like once i think, mark big cock agenda, all takes place at church

when mark told himself he needed you out of his life for good, he didn’t think it would be this hard to try and let you go.

after he left you in the dining hall the night you two had sex he went to his room and cried. he was in shock that he actually had premarital sex. something he always promised himself to wait for something he knew was a sin if done before marriage. he genuinely couldn’t believe himself. feeling even more guilty at the fact that he loved it. he fucking loved it so much.

he thought cutting you off and ignoring your presence would help him forget about that night you took his virginity and help him forget about all the sinister things you guys did together but it didn’t. the image of you bouncing on his dick repeating in his head over and over again. mark tried his best to ignore the bulge growing in his shorts every time he thought about it.

mark hasn’t talked to you in two weeks. despite all the calls and texts he sent you (that you proudly ignore) he has yet to have a conversation with you. all while trying to convince his parents that you two were still together. asking god for forgiveness every time his parents asked about the two of you and always replying with ‘we’re doing great!’ knowing that you guys in fact weren’t great.

“you’re going y/n end of discussion” you wanted to bash your head into the brick wall that was in front of you. you pleaded and begged your parents to let you stay home and not go to church. again.

they were confused at your sudden change of mind when you had been up and ready almost every sunday just to see mark at church. well, just like mark you also have not told your parents that you two broke up. you already knew how that conversation would go down your parents uplifting mark and blaming the break up on you even if it was on his end. so to avoid that convo you decided not to tell them you two split up.

you haven’t been to church since the two of you split. making up excuses every sunday and promising your parents you’ll go the next sunday or the sunday after that. your parents finally caught onto your lie realizing there was nothing wrong with you and that you were going to church with them. ‘kill me now,’ you groaned, heading to your room.

arriving at church your mom wasted no time pushing you towards mark and his family greeting the lee’s as you sat next to mark. you felt like your heart was about to pop out your fucking chest when mark grabbed your hand pulling you up from your seat “i’m gonna take y/n to get a coffee if that’s okay?” mark whispered to his mom a smile forming on her face “okay but be quick service is about to start!” you couldn’t even get a word out before mark started dragging you out the nave.

pulling you to the back of the church bringing you into the family restroom locking the door. “mark? what are you doing?” “i’m sorry, I just— i can't stop thinking about you,” you scoffed at his words. “oh go to hell mark” you tried reaching for the door mark blocking you from leaving making you groan. “where is this coming from huh? i thought we were a mistake”

you crossed your arms looking down at your feet “the only mistake i made was trying to push you out of my life” you looked up at mark once you felt him step closer to you “y/n” mark sighed grabbing your hands “please believe me when i say i’m sorry” your eyes softened up when mark rubbed his thumb across your palm. “you really hurt my feelings mark”

“i know” mark shook his head looking down at your hands. “and i want to fix it- fix us if you let me” you weren’t sure if what you were about to do was the right thing but you didn’t care. you missed mark. and right now you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours.

pressing your lips against his hands resting on his chest. wrapping his arms around your waist to help deepen the kiss more mark letting out a groggy groan pushing you up against the sink you hopped on top of the cool tile pulling mark back in for a kiss hands roaming around each other bodies.

“missed you so much” mark mumbled in between kisses pressing his hard cock against your dampened panties you whined in response. palming him through his pants mark struggling to kiss you back.

“need.. need to feel you” mark looked up at you out of breath lips red and puffy from kissing you.

unbuttoning his slacks letting out a whimper at the sight of his dick. god did you miss this view. mark stopped you from trying to jump off the counter, giving him a confused look. “i want to f-fuck you” “mark” you warned not wanting to have a repeat from last time.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea” “please” he begged, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, grinding his cock against your covered soak cunt. you bit your lip trying to suppress your moans “you— just rub it on my clit mark” that was all you were giving him.

he pulled your panties to the side rubbing the tip of his cock on your sensitive clit hissing at the feeling of your wetness. mark knew he could get off this way but he didn’t want to. he wanted to feel you. “i-i can’t” he pants pulling your panties down to your knees “mark? what-“

a gasping moan erupts from your throat as his cock instantly fills you up, cutting you off from finishing your sentence. you clinged onto his shoulders for dear life his cock still inside you.

“m-mark it’s s-so big” you whimpered tugging at his shirt “fuck me please” mark kissed your lips as he fucked you your hands roaming all over him feeling like you were on cloud nine. the way he stretched you out all while going at a slow pace had your lips quivering and legs shaking.

his thrusts were fast but sloppy eyes closed in pleasure “i missed you so much y/n” he opened his eyes to look at you kissing your forehead and cheek “missed you and your big cock” you moaned pressing your lips to his neck biting and sucking at the skin.

“no one fucks me like you do markie” and you weren’t lying. as many guys you’ve hooked up with in the past no one fucked you like he did or was as big as him. mark tugged your dress down watching your boobs fall out of your bra. “s-so pretty baby” mark stuttered, tears slipping down his cheek. mark was so so sensitive.

even if you were just touching his nipples sucking his dick or giving him a handjob he always cried no matter what. you smiled at the sight of his flushed face, cheeks puffy and red.

hair all over the place and you can tell he was holding off his orgasm for you “y/n- i’m really close” he said in between pants “so close” you felt him slowing down wrapping your legs around his waist so he doesn’t stop

“keep fucking me” between the way you looked at him your tits bouncing with each thrust he gives you mark was on the fucking edge. “i’m gonna- oh my-“ mark bit his lip trying not to say god’s name in vain but you wanted him to say it.

“say it mark” you moaned in his ear “he’s listening” “oh my g-god” mark stuttered out hips drilling into you harder than before

“fucking god- gonna cum- fuck fuck” he leaned into your chest legs shaking making you orgasm as he fucked you full of his cum. he slowly came to a stop resting his head on your chest for a bit trying to catch his breath. you whined at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you once he pulled out “you came so much” you breathed giving mark a smile.

he stayed quiet for a second. making you feel nervous about whether or not he was going to just leave you again. “mark?” you called softly “are.. are you okay?” you asked “i think- i think i love you”

feeling your face get warm not expecting him to say that at all. he helped you off the counter fixing your dress and wiping your legs down. once mark fixed his hair and pulled his slacks back up, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“i think i love you too” he smiled at you kissing you once more. your smile faded once you looked at the time “shit mark we missed service” you didn’t care about missing it but mark was the youth pastor and couldn’t miss it.

“i’m so sorry i’ll tell your mom or- whoever that it was—“ “don’t worry about it” he chuckled, pecking your forehead “they’ll just have to catch me up next sunday” he winked leading you out the bathroom.

[rkmarchive]

he cant get enough of you. mark cant get enough of you. everyday, he wants to be around you. he wants to feel your skin on his own. mark wants to take his time with you. he wants to put his hands on your shoulders, tits, hips, thighs, and on your pussy. he wants to spend his days being near you. kissing you and familiarising your addicting scent he knows and loves. tonight, the bed felt empty without you. he would call you every night just to see your beautiful face smiling at him and ask you how your day was. seeing you through the screen wasnt enough for him. it was a very lonely night for mark and it was unfortunate for him because his body is so warm and his cock is needy and begging to be touched by your hand or inside your pussy. 

he licked his lips as he closed his eyes while his hands moved around his body, slowly, touching every part of himself imagining it is you whos doing this to him. light tickling sensation on his neck, soft grip on his sides, and teasingly soft touches almost like feathers on his clothed aching cock. “fuck..” he muttered as he continued to get himself horny thinking about you. he thought about your body. on how your hips swayed seamlessly when you walked. on how your tits doesnt fit in your shirt. and on how you looked so delicious under him, getting fucked out good by his cock you were practically drooling. he had enough. he needed to relieve his aching cock right now. he sat up on the bed, taking off his shirt and laid back down again to lift up his hips to remove his underwear. his cock made a small slap as it landed on top of his stomach. mark breathed in and out heavily as he teased his tip to his veiny shaft and to his balls. hes oozing of precum and he gathered all of his liquid and spread it all around his tip. “mmm..” he closed his eyes as he created a vivid scene of you in his mind. 

--

there you were, laying down on your back and ready to take all of him. your legs were automatically spread open and for mark to see your pretty pussy splattered with your own clear wetness. he stood on the edge of the bed, watching you look so desperate and practically aching while he enjoyed your reaction and slid his hand up and down his cock, teasing you. “m..markie please fuck me” you pleaded as you watched his cock with hungry eyes and waiting for him to destroy and devour you whole. “baby, i swear you ruin me” mark whispered as he climbed onto the bed and rested his knees on the mattress, using his one hand to direct his cock onto your clit, playing with it. you gripped the sheets tightly as you felt many pleasurable nerves playing around inside your body. “you like this, cutie?” mark sighed, moving his tip up and down and side to side much faster for you to cum. “dont stop m-markie.. m’gonna cum!” you yelped as you felt yourself getting closer and closer until you felt a sharp shock spreading across your whole body until you went limp, breathing heavily. “such a beautiful girl.. my beautiful girl..” mark leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, teasing your entrance for a bit before allowing himself inside fully. 

“ah~ s..so big”

“baby i fucked you many times before. you can take it” he kissed your forehead.

“just take my cock baby” he moved his hips slowly 

“take me” he whispered. he felt so good when hes inside you and he wishes everyday and every second of his day to see and play with your pussy and consider it his forever. his cock felt so warm and wet, his surroundings completely vanished and it was you and him only in this very room, making sweet love to you and knowing youre enjoying his presence makes him want to fuck you harder. he slowed himself down and guided your legs around his waist. you crossed your ankles and locking them so you are him are one. “i love you so much baby, he kissed each one of your shoulders “i wanna keep showing how much i love you..” his hips went a little faster, making loud claps of skin. “ah! ah fuck markie! s-slow down!” the pleasure was too much for you and you didnt know why you blurted that you wanted him to slow down when hes hitting that spot repetitively, making you seize. mark loves your body and he wants to worship every body part you have. to your eyes, lips, ears, neck, arms, legs, ankles. he wants to kiss and lick every part of you and he would still worship you like a goddess. “fuck.. youre liking this cock baby?” he said, struggling and out of breath. “loving how i feel?” you nodded as you cant speak out any words at the moment. he continued to look at your face as his way to getting closer and closer to that desired sensation he desperately craves for. he has options to cum on your face, chest, or your abdomen. but he always wanted to ask you if you wanted a part of him inside you forever. “babe can i cum inside? youre so warm fuck..” he snugged his face deep into your neck. “please please please..” every stroke left him closer and closer. he closed his eyes tighter as his cock was about to give out and emptying himself inside you.

--

“shit! oh god! fuck!” he continued to stroke himself to make sure every cum drop comes out. “oh my god baby..” he catches his breath for a minute. hes covered in sweat as he opened his eyes seeing that he had came all over his stomach, chest and neck. even his chin. he picked off some cum on his fingers, examining it wishing you were here to lick his cum off his stomach and everywhere else.

“fuck..”