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xotaemintol · 2 years ago

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BRATTY SWITCH!TAEMIN x BLACK FEM READER: SLAVE FOR YOU

“Baby, I'm a slave, baby I'm a slave for you.”

TWS: switch!idol, sub to slightly dom Taemin, dom reader, mommy kink, teasing, begging, hair pulling, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, grinding/dry humping, slightly bratty Taemin, pet names:(naughty kitty, kitten, good boy, pretty boy), dumbification, and praise.

PRONOUNS USED: None/fem implied (mommy/ma’am used)

WORD COUNT: 3486

Be warned, this might be slightly messy lol, I got sleepy while writing but wanted to post something a little longer for subby September, I would've continued it tomorrow but I would've lost the flow, so hopefully my sleepiness doesn't show lol, but enjoy, I'll end up editing it again (I did edit it once already) in the morning.

Taemin’s whole body feels hot to the touch, the slightest movement and he feels like he’d burst into flames from desire, losing his mind to lust he looks into your eyes, pouting as the submission takes over, there’s no more room to hide it or deny it, he needs you and he needs you now,

“Please, can I feel you?” He asked in a shaky and breathy voice, sounding unsure of himself since he knew himself that he had misbehaved enough to be told no and then some, but still, he can’t help but hope that you’ll go easy on him as he looked into your shiny eyes, your body on top of him felt so warm that he felt like he might explode from just the pressure of you, the way your eyes stare into his with that same amount of desire and sexual energy tells him that you want him too, but that telling grin on your pretty lips tell him that he won’t get anything that easily. As you look at him with a sense of faux sympathy and a teasing pout, you wrap your arms around his neck loosely and press your hips into him a little more, knowing how sensitive he must be by now. “Oh really?” You ask in a slightly condescending tone, keeping that same playful expression as you slowly rock your hips.

“How bad do you need me kitty?” His breath hitches and his body shivers from your teasing, your lips and body are addicting, just from looking at them and feeling you so close to him he was desperately trying to figure out how to get what he wanted without begging too much, “This is driving me insane”, He says in a small voice filled with pleas and desperation “Don’t torture me like this, please.” Taemin's simple request was left unfilled though and of course, it would be, Why would you let up on him so soon? That bulge in his underwear, soaked by your wetness and his precum isn’t enough to show just how badly he wanted you, no, it wasn’t nearly enough, you need him begging and crying with no shame, declaring loudly his selfish cravings for your body as if not a soul would ever hear it.

You playfully giggle as the sound of crackling thunder rings through the dimly lit apartment, the sound of the rain hitting the large windows makes the atmosphere all the more pleasant and intense, the glass of wine on the table half full with both your glasses empty and knocked over along with another that you had drank just before, nights like these, long, rainy, and dark with just Taemin by your side as he shows you just how badly he wants you always fills a certain part in you that has always been left empty by everyone else. “You think you deserve to be rewarded after behaving like a brat for so long?” You ask, you grin and gently tilt his head up to you, you look into his shiny doe eyes as they fill with desperation before leaning in as if you’ll kiss him and stopping, swiftly you lean close to his ear, softly whispering with your hands on his shoulders and your hips still against his: “Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’ve been a naughty kitty, Taemin, and a naughty kitty should be punished.”

His whole body convulses, and you can feel a soft throb underneath you as he whines, his whole body responds to your words, making him shiver and lose control, his mind going from sane to crazed by the instant “Please!” He whines, his face heating as he tries to control his breathing, still not wanting to beg to avoid embarrassment Taemin tries to find the words to say, but he can’t help it, he wants you to take control, for you to punish him for his misdeeds and make him your toy. He pouts and looks away as his body shivers in pleasure with the subtle and slight movement of your hips as you ask: “Please what?”, “Give me what I want” He answers in a slightly confident, yet submissive voice, There’s something about the way the rain hits the window and how this would be added to the moments he’d never forget that make him unable to control his urges anymore.

“And why should I?” You ask, your fingers trailing down his exposed chest, the buttons of his polka-dotted pajama shirt scattered across the cold floor and hanging by a thread to the soft material. “If you want it, you should prove it.” He looks up and takes in that mischievous smile on your pretty face, the way your lips curl so beautifully and how your brown skin is illuminated by the occasional thunder and the soft candle lights makes him want to scream, butterflies swarm his stomach as he whines and pouts, “I don’t want this to turn into a game, can’t you just see how bad I want you?” He asks as he grabs your hand and softly kisses it, his eyes close as his lips linger on the back of your hand, savoring the feeling of your skin against his even if it’s hardly anything, he lets out a small groan as his eyes roll back, once again, you rock your hips, ruthlessly teasing him as he tries his best to plead his case.

“It feels like I need you to survive,” He says, his voice cracks as he speaks, the waver in his voice as he swallows the saliva in his mouth to cure the dryness in his throat makes you throb on top of him, his cheeks flushed down to his neck and his eyebrows knot together as he places your hand on his chest and licks his plump, kiss swollen lips. “Please, don’t torture me like this, I learned my lesson.” You couldn’t deny yourself anymore, taking great pleasure in the way he expresses his thirst makes you feel that same undeniable heat, you don’t know how long you can go on like this. Suddenly the feeling of his underwear acting as a barrier between the two of you is agitating, every part of you wants to rip it off and feel him inside of you, sliding into you so sweetly that you could cry, You don’t see the point in making him beg any longer, not when it’s making you ache so badly too. So you quickly instruct him to take them off, leaving him completely naked on the soft sofa as you hover above his completely erect dick and kiss him.

Soft moans of satisfaction leave his mouth as he wraps his arms around your waist, he knows better than to lead you any further though, so he lets you take the lead, moaning softly as you slip your tongue past his thick lips and into his mouth, his body tensed as he awaits the feeling of your warmth around him, anticipating the sound you may make or how wet you’ll feel, how soft your walls will be and how hard it’ll be for him not to break at the slightest touch. You pull away, looking him in his eyes as you both pant like you had run a mile non-stop, he knows that look all too well, the look on your face when you want to keep control but feel just as needy as him when you want to punish him but feel too lost in your lust to keep up with what had gotten you in this position to begin with.

“I can’t wait anymore,” You say softly, he could swear right now that he’d evaporate into nothingness if you took even a second longer, “Please use me ma’am…make me your toy and please yourself.” You curse under your breath and bite your lip as you carefully line him up with your entrance, the feeling of his dick bumping against your cunt made you gasp softly, while you are still mostly fine, Taemin can’t help but cry weakly and roll his eyes back. “Fuck, you’re so…pretty,” You mutter, slowly you lower yourself onto him, even the head of him sliding into you with ease makes you struggle to breathe. You both jolt forward and gasp for air, your oversexed bodies feel sensitive to the touch, and going so slowly was only making it worse. “Oh god!” Taemin exclaimed as a burst of pleasure hit him, you want to degrade him or maybe poke at him for feeling so good from just the tip being inside but you are no different, gripping his shoulder as you bite your lip and slowly pace yourself.

Although you can take him, it feels too good to rush, wanting nothing more than to take it slow you pause for a second and kiss him again. You can feel yourself becoming wetter as you kiss him, the feeling much more immoral as your walls just barely clench around him, the moment he feels your wetness slowly dripping down his shaft he can’t take it anymore, lost in pure and unfiltered thirst he grabs your hips and begins to pull you down more. You break away, gasping as his length slides against your walls, already Your back begins to arch as your toes curl and your nails dig into his skin. As badly as you want to stop him, you feel too good to interfere just yet, so you allow him to guide you until he’s inside of you, nuzzled inside of you as he fills you up so beautifully, making you feel so full that you start to feel like you might shatter into a million pieces.

“F….Fuck…Oh my…” You stop as your body shivers, intense pleasure taking over as you sit on top of him and listen to his sweet cries, the way he grips your hips as if you’d fall apart gives you butterflies. “I’m so sorry…I’m sorry ma’am…I…I needed you so bad…I-“ He stops, a sinful whimper cutting through his words as he tries to speak, but it’s not like his words can save him anyways, despite your pleasured state you pull a wickedly sexual grin and grab his face gently, “You…aren’t sorry,” You say in between deep labored breaths, before you can even get anything else out you are overwhelmed with a urge to have him with no more delays, with not another word spoke you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth. With even the slightest movement you are both sent spiraling into a pleasure that can only be described as heaven-sent, the way he presses so beautifully against your walls, how you convulse around him and the way your voices mingle together perfectly makes you both feel crazed with lust.

Neither of you want to stop and as you go faster and begin to bring yourself up and down all you can manage is broken praises, telling him how good he feels as you pick up the pace and bounce up and down on him, your skin slamming together as the sound of rain, thunder, and desperation mash together. Taemin can just barely stabilize his voice enough to thank you, crying out as his voice cracks and trembles, he can’t begin to form a sentence if he tried, and feeling you become so wet that it soaks his thighs only makes it harder for him to think. Truly falling victim to the drug that is lust you cling to him and start to move faster, Every time you move your hips he brings his towards yours, thrusting up into you as if he couldn’t bear a second without being inside of you.

“M-Mommy!” He cries out, “Oh fuck! You feel so good! Mommy! Please!” You groan and crumble against him as his voice hits a spot that makes you feel weak, your brain can hardly keep up with the different sensations, your mind goes completely blank as you become just as mindless as him and messily ride him. “Good! So good!” You scream out as your nails drag up his back, and your eyes roll back as he starts to thrust harder and holds your hips tighter, still sounding just as weak and submissive as before. “Am I doing a good job mommy?” He asks in a dangerously sexual and wicked tone, the way his eyebrows knot together with a pretty pout on his lips makes your whole body feel throb, “Am I fucking you how you like?” You almost cry as he bites his lip and looks you in your eyes, somehow that submission in his eyes is as strong as ever, even with his words being slightly more vulgar and aggressive, you know he’s only yearning for your sweet approval.

So you nod your empty head and roll your eyes back muttering: “G-Good…so good…” You lean your head against his shoulder and moan against his sweaty skin, biting down on his shoulder as he whines in your ear. “Let me take care of you, please ma’am, please let me be a good boy for you and make you cum,” Finding it impossible to deny him; and unreasonable to say no, you nod your head once again. You first expect him to go faster and slip his hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit, but your expectations are quickly derailed as he leads you to lay back on the sofa and gets between your legs. You aren’t going to tell him to stop though, you’d be crazy to turn him down when all he wants is to please you and make up for being such a brat, so as he begins to slowly eat you out you only encourage him. Your back arches as you sob softly and put your hand in his hair, pulling it as you roll your hips against his face just how he likes.

“F-Fuck! You’re doing so good baby, just like that,” You say with your eyes shut tightly, “Such…fuck…s-such a good boy! M-Mommy’s pretty boy!” Chills from all over your body, from head to toe You get an incredibly strong feeling of passionate lust that makes it impossible to think. Taemin’s mouth latches to you with his soft lips acting as pillows, his tongue massaging slow circles on your clit as his fingers stimulate it from the inside, pressure builds in your stomach as it tightens and your body begins to feel tense. His tongue feels like heaven and he shows no signs of stopping as he closes his eyes and reaches up with his other hand, rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb to add to the mind splitting pleasure. “Taemin! Oh fuck! I…shit!” You stop as you begin to pant and squirm under his touch, so close to the edge that you begin to tremble and your breathes become short and shorter, a white fog fills your mind as you pull his hair even harder and arch your back deeper with your toes curled so much that they might rip through the sofa.

“G-Good boy! Keep going! So close! So close! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Taemin!” You scream out in chants as the feeling starts to overflow, his mouth feels too good for you to hold on any longer, and as soon as he started, you were already finished, but he doesn’t stop when you reach that peak, your walls flutter around his two fingers, and just like he expected you begin to gush just a little against his chest as he brings his body up and starts to fuck you with just his fingers. You can’t hold it in, you need him inside of you again and you need it now. “F-Fuck me, now.” That is all you have to say, he won’t deny you and he won’t waste another second, Taemin is quick to fulfill your needs and do whatever it takes to please you. As he slowly enters you again you both feel like you are ripping at the seams, The moment he bottomed out inside of you he tried to control himself but he was far too gone. “Do you want me to go slow ma’am?” He asks, already moving he doesn’t realize that you can hardly speak, but you don’t have to, he knows what you want because he wants it too.

Taemin grabs your legs and pushes them back, with your body folded he begins to slowly fuck you, although he moves at a slow pace his every stroke is aggressive and hard, yet so precise, he slams into you with so much force that it knocks the air out of your lungs with every movement and leaves you both screaming out to the heavens above. The sound of the rain is drowned out by Taemin’s voice begging for you, he trembles above you as beads of sweat drip down from his forehead to his chin and fall onto you, he feels so good, so pleased and grateful for you being too lenient that he starts to forget himself and with no shame calls out your name as he goes faster, an intense wave of chills rush up his spine and he hunches over as he grips the back of your knees tightly, his nails; just as yours did him, dig into your skin and his stomach muscles tighten. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, every movement is another kiss to the thousands of nerve endings that allow you to feel this good.

“Ma’am, Ma’am, I’m gonna cum…I-I I’m gonna cum!” He tries to warn you as he continues that same fast pace but you don’t respond, and when he looks at your face he sees why, your eyes are rolled back and your mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out, only short bursts of struggles for air as you slap your hand against the armrest, “Oh mommy, did…fuck…oh my god…” Taemin rolls his eyes and drops your legs to kiss you before whispering in a kitten-like voice, “Did I fuck you dumb?” You finally let out a soft moan, long and drawn out as you wrap your arms around him and hold him closely, knowing that this power switch won’t last long or end well for him Taemin kisses you again, “I’m…I’m sorry ma’am, I’ll behave next time,” he whimpers out, “I’ll be a good boy…I’ll be a good toy.” As his words come out even more rushed he once again warns you that he’s about to cum, and just like before, you don’t respond, you only weakly pull him closer to kiss him and mumble against his lips. “Good boy, good boy, my good boy, such a good boy.”

The feeling of a white wave of pleasure comes crashing down on him, chills cascade across his skin and he can hardly keep his body upright, his breathing is uneven and he feels tingles spread all over from his head to toes. Before he can stop himself or pull out, he melts inside of you, spilling his love deep inside your walls as he whimpers and holds onto you tightly.

“Fuck! Oh god! You feel…f-fuck!” As his climax hits him at a pace too fast and intense to keep up with, his perfect strokes become slightly sloppy yet deeper. Allowing that feeling to take over as he calls out your name and pouts, his eyebrows knot together and his voice becomes weaker and softer, “Y-You…feel so good” He says in a submissive voice, before the feeling can completely die down he leans back and pulls you on top of him, letting you fall onto him and lay against his chest as you both pant and try to recollect yourselves, your bodies buzz with delight as you silently lay together, allowing your bodies to become one in a more wholesome way for just a moment. Neither of you speak as you listen to the sound of the rain and thunder, and each other's breathing, you don’t say anything until you start to feel yourself dozing off, laughing as you catch yourself and open your eyes.

“You know, this doesn’t count as me punishing you,” Taemin smiles a little and pouts, as you look at him you smile at the sight of his eyes closed and a satisfied look on your face, “can’t you let me off the hook just this once?” He asks, “I promise that I’ll behave tomorrow…” You sigh happily and brush the hair that sticks his sweaty forehead away before kissing him lovingly, for a second you say nothing, just enjoying the feeling of each other for a little longer as you calm down. “Are we sleeping on the couch?” You ask, “If we are, we should at least get a blanket…what if someone sees us?” Taemin yawns and shrugs as he rolls over on his side, forcing you to turn over with him, leaving you trapped between his chest and the couch. “Let them, it’ll be their fault for walking in without a warning.”

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ohmygs-blog · 1 year ago

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i loveddd the dirty joke texts with mark and would totally love another partttt 🙈🙈

bf mark vii.

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nctsplug02 · 2 years ago

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Soft dom husband!mark , coming tired from practice and just needs his wife, fluff and smut pls add whatever u think will be fine, your mind works better than mine lol

Love your writings♡♡

Shower Sex M.Lee

GENRE: fluff, smut, married couple.

WARNINGS: shower sex

it was eleven-thirty at night and mark still wasn’t home.

the door unlocking has your ears perked up and has you pushing off the couch. you pause your show and walk towards the front door of the penthouse.

your husband walks in with his duffle bag hanging from his shoulder and his beanie nearly falling off.

“hey, markie. welcome home.” mark looks up and instantly smile. “oh, baby.” mark stumbles forward and drops his bag, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

“didn’t wanna use the elevator tonight?” your hands softly pat marks back and head. “it’s been such a long day and.. i really.. really needed to see you.” mark sighs heavily.

you pinch his red ears and smooth the shell. “i’ll reheat dinner and we can talk about how today was while we eat, yeah?”

mark pulls away from you and rubs his eyes. “i know— i’m sorry, baby. i wasn’t home for dinner.” you shake your head and kick the door shut with your foot, the top lock locks instantly.

“that’s alright, baby.” you cup marks face and you kiss his lips. “wanna take a shower instead? you’re kind of stinky.” you say with a giggle.

mark follows your giggle and groans. “i’d love to and i really don’t want to be a pain in the ass but.. i’m really sore and..” mark sighs and rubs his face.

“yes, mark. i can help wash you, that’s fine. you’ve been at practice for over twelve hours, you deserve a break and some caretaking.” you take his hand and drag him to the bathroom.

you don’t bother closing the door since it was just you and mark who lived in the small penthouse.

you undress mark who vents to you about his day, telling you how he barely took breaks because he didn’t want to mess up for their performances.

“okay, go in the shower first. i’m gonna grab some to towels and i’ll join you in a second.” you push mark towards the running shower but the butt naked man watches as you leave and come back with a stack of towels.

“mark,” you whine when seeing him just standing there . “you were supposed to go in the shower and soak up first.” you set the stack of towels on the toilet lid.

“i know,” mark bites his lip and places a hand on the door handle. “just wanted to wait for you.” he whispers and enters the shower.

you shake your head and undress yourself before joining mark in the hot, steaming shower.

“mm, the water feels amazing.” you shut your eyes and sigh. “you mind if i turn the water a bit colder?” you open your eyes to see mark already holding the faucet. “whatever helps you relax, baby.”

you let out a little gasp when the water turns icy cold. “geez,” you mumble, looking down when feeling your nipples grow crazy hard.

“sorry, babe.” mark holds your waist and rubs little circles on your soft skin.

you grab your navy blue loofa and squirt some watermelon body wash onto it, fluffing it up and turning to mark.

“you’ve been working so hard, markie.” you turn him around and scrub the loofa on his back. “i’m so proud of you, markie.” you then scrub his shoulders, a moan exhales from marks throat. “you’re a bit tight there, mark. i’ll give you a massage when we get out.” mark rolls his neck and sighs.

you turn him around and begin to rub the loofa on his chest. “you’re smelling a lot better than before.” you giggle and watch as he inhales the watermelon scent with a giggle.

you move down to his abs, lubing his body with the scented bubbles. “oh,” you stop when seeing how hard mark was.

you look up at mark who bites his lip and flexes his abs making his cock twitch and nudge your arm.

“should i wash this too?” you move the loofa down to his cock. “oh, fuck.” mark gasps and jerks, quickly grabbing your hand and looking down at you.

you bite your lip and grin. “may i?” mark takes in your puppy eyes and nods. you drop the loofa and grab mark by the base.

“you’re so hard.” you whisper, jerking him off and washing away the bubbles. “geez, y/n.” mark groans as you take him in your mouth.

you circle your tongue around his tip and tease his tiny slit. you moan around him as the tip of your tongue massages right under his head.

“ooh, fuck.” mark pants, placing a hand on your head and forcing himself to stop himself before he gets out of hand.

you drop your hands and look up at mark, softly nodding and allowing him to fuck your face. you shut your eyes while mark forces his cock down your throat.

your throat tightens around mark and he moans loudly. his noises bouncing off the tight shower walls. “fuck, y/n. f—fuck!” mark pants and groans, hugging your head and keeping his stuttering hips in place.

marks cum shooting down your throat while you choke and slap his thigh. “just a little bit more, baby.” mark mutters, bucking his hips as if your nose wasn’t already touching his abdomen.

marks tip tickling the back of your throat causing you to gag. your eyes water and tears slip past your cheeks.

you gasp and fall on your ass when mark releases you. you wipe the drool from your chin and attempt to catch your breath. globs of tears slip down your cheeks and the shower quickly washes them away.

“i’m sorry, baby.” mark helps you up and hugs your body against his. “i got a bit outta control.” mark presses a few kisses on your shoulder and jaw.

“that’s okay,” you pinch his ears and rub his jaw. “you feelin’ better?” mark looks up at you. “a little bit. but,” you raise an eyebrow. “but?” you question.

instead of answering, mark pins you against the wall and lifts your leg. he pins your thigh to his hips and slips his fingers into you.

“oh, fuck.” you gasp, dropping your head and letting your knees buckle. mark catches you and rests his forehead against yours, droplets fall from his nose and strands of hair.

“try and stay up for me, gorgeous.” mark mutters with a smirk.

it was torture, mark fingering you while telling you to not cum yet. his thumb rubbing your clit while he fingers push past your gummy walls. his fingers curling and brushing your g-spot.

“hold on, baby.” mark grunts as he grabs his dick and holds it against your entrance. “mark, please hurry!” you whine desperately.

“you’re so eager,” mark chuckles. “it’s pathetic.” he scoffs and pushes himself into you.

you dig your nails into his shoulders as mark brings you to your tip-toes. mark squeezes your thigh and moans as you tighten around him.

mark fucks you quickly.

his hips smacking against yours roughly, his vocals kicking in and mixing with yours. the sounds of skin smacking against skin echos in the small shower.

“oh, mark.” you moan, pulling him closer so that his chest is pressed against yours. “i’m gonna cum, mark.” you gasp as mark rolls his hips and pushes himself deeper inside you.

you hug mark tightly as you cream all over mark. “s—shit, y/n!” mark shudders and thrusts one last time before shooting his load into you.

uncontrollably, marks hips stutter into yours.

mark drops your leg and backs his hips up, just a bit so his cock falls out of you.

mark drops to his knees and lifts your other leg, giving the first leg a rest. “mark, what are you—?” mark gives you one look and buries his face between your thighs.

“oohh, wow.” you gasp and grab a fistful of his hair. marks tongue enters you before leaving and licking a long stripe on your clit.

“shit.” you hold your breath.

you run your fingers through his wet tangled hair while his tongue circles your clit. “fuck,” you groan and watch as mark eats you out like a hungry man. “oh, my god.”

mark turns his head and laps your juice from a different position.

“i’m gonna cum, m—markie!” you jerk forward as mark sucks your clit. his mouth fully attached to your clit, his only focus.

marks tongue suckles and brings your orgasm closer… and closer… and—

you shudder and let out a cry when your orgasm hits you. it stings you like a bee and doesn’t go away until mark is pulling away, heavily breathing.

his chest falls as fast as it rises.

“you taste,” mark wipes the back of his mouth with his backhand. “so fucking sweet.” he chuckles with a taunting smirk.

mark stands up with his hands on your hips.

“i do, huh?” your legs buzz and slowly turn numb. “you taste very sweet, baby.” mark pulls you by the waist and hugs you to his chest.

“i wonder how sweet you’re gonna taste.” mark inhales to say something but doesn’t say a word, instead he watches as you lower yourself onto your knees.

you bite your lip and grab him by the base, “mwah.” you press a soft kiss on his tip. “fuck, baby. this is gonna be a long night, huh?”

you swirl your tongue around his tip and hum. “uh-huh.” you giggle before swallowing him whole.

AN| this was so shit but it’ll have to do for now! i love you all, i’m sorry for being inactive. i’m so busy! <3

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cigsaftersuh · 6 months ago

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ㅡ bound by birth.

🐯 a lee minhyung fic <3

୨ his favorite person, numbers, & date ୧

the rooftop was quiet, the city lights stretching endlessly in every direction. mark had rented out the entire space for the evening, wanting privacy. "no distractions," he’d said earlier with a casual shrug, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to turn a luxury venue into his own private sanctuary.

you sat beside him on the plush outdoor sofa, the scent of his cologne — a clean, woodsy warmth — lingering in the cool evening air. a soft cashmere throw was draped over your legs, and mark’s hand rested comfortably on your thigh, his fingers warm and steady against you.

“do you ever think about how much a person’s life can change?” his voice broke the quiet, low and contemplative.

you turned to look at him, catching the sharp lines of his jaw under the soft glow of the ambient lighting. “what do you mean?” you asked with curiosity.

he didn’t answer immediately, his gaze focused on the city skyline. when he spoke again, his tone was softer.

“mine changed the day i met you.”

you blinked at his words, your heart skipping a beat.

“be serious,” you say playfully nudging his shoulder.

he glanced at you, the faintest smile tugging his lips at your reaction. “i’m serious. you don’t even realize how much you’ve done for me.”

you shifted under his gaze, suddenly feeling the weight of his words. “i didn’t do anything,” you said, your voice quieter now.

“you didn’t have to,” he replied. “you just... being you is enough.”

his hand on your thigh tightened slightly, grounding you. “before you, i was just going through the motions. work, money, investments — it all felt empty. but then you came along, and suddenly, it all made sense. everything i have, everything i’ve worked for; it’s yours.”

your breath caught, the sincerity in his voice leaving you momentarily speechless. “mark, you don’t have to—”

“i know i don’t,” he interrupted gently, his eyes meeting yours. “but i want to. you’re everything to me, y/n. i need you to know that.”

the intensity in his gaze made your heart race, and you struggled to find the right words. “mark…”

“i’ve already made it clear in other ways,” he continued, cutting you off with a faint smirk. “you know my bank pin?”

you frowned at the sudden change in topic. “why would i know that?”

“you should, it’s your birthday,” he said, his tone casual as if he were stating a fact as simple as the weather.

you blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. “wait... what?”

“my bank pin,” he repeated, his smirk growing. “it’s your birthday.”

“mark,” you said, your voice half-laugh, half-disbelief. “why would you do that?”

“because it’s the most important date in my life,” he said simply. “it’s the day everything changed.”

your chest tightened, his words sinking in. “you’re crazy.”

“i’m practical,” he corrected you, his smirk softening into a smile.

“it’s not just my pin, by the way. it’s the access code for the penthouse, my apartment, my car, my office vault...”

you could tell he was only naming what came to his mind in the moment, and that it wasn’t even half of half of whatever else he uses your date of birth for.

your eyes widened. “but that’s so reckless!”

“it’s not,” he replied smoothly, his thumb beginning slow circles against your thigh. “it’s intentional.”

“intentional?”

“every time i use those digits, it reminds me of what matters most.” his voice dropped slightly, his tone laced with quiet conviction. “you.”

your heart felt impossibly full, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. “mark, i don’t even know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, leaning closer. his hand slid from your thigh to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin gently. “just let me take care of you.”

you sighed, leaning into his touch. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and yours,” he countered, his lips curving into a small smile.

the soft breeze of the city below filled the silence that followed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was warm and intimate, unspoken promises hanging in the air.

mark’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours as he held you close.

in his world of endless luxury and power, mark had chosen to make you the center of it all — not because he had to, but because he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“your birthday,” he repeated. “it’s my favorite day. because that’s the day you came into the world. the day everything started.”

you blinked, his words settling over you like a soft whisper. “mark…”

“every time i think about it,” he continued, his voice low and gentle, “i can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of gratitude. like, how lucky i am that you’re here.”

you were lost in his words, your chest tight with emotion. “wait no, you don’t need to—”

“i do,” he said, cutting you off.

“it’s true. your birthday isn’t just a number to me. it’s a reminder of who you are, and how you’ve changed everything.”

he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “and that’s why it matters more to me than anything else.”

you didn’t have to say anything in return. his words, his actions, spoke louder than anything you could have.

mark had made sure you knew, without any doubt, that in his world, you were the one that made it all worthwhile.

with love,

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10byten · 4 months ago

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Need you, No Manners.

✧W : 5060

✧Summary : Taeyong is just addicted to you as you are to him. So why don't you fell in love and stop resisting ?

✧Warning : Smut and Fluff.

It’s 1:30 AM and your brain’s wide awake, refusing to let you sleep. Your phone buzzes. You turn your head to your nightstand and freeze. You know exactly who it is. No one else texts you this late, and you can feel it—it’s always like this with him.

Taeyong and you met at work. Boundaries matter in this world, but somehow, you two became inseparable from the second you met. The bond between you is so intense, it’s almost… primal. He feels you just as much as you feel him. The moment you step into each other’s lives, everything shifted. Maybe to much. You’d do anything for him. He’d do anything for you. At first, it felt like coincidence, if you believe in fate—but every time, your gut would guide you to a specific place at a certain time, and you’d always run into him. No matter how electric the chemistry, you’d created this “friendly” bond under the watchful eyes of other members and staff—deeply co-dependent.

There was something almost magical in your conversations and glances, something private and intimate that no one could even touch it. You’d end up following him everywhere, whether in Korea or abroad, even when your presence wasn’t necessary. You’d spend hours in practice rooms, working on your laptop, just to be by his side at his request. You never left the building without him; if he was training, you’d wait with a book or finish a few last tasks. If you still had work, he’d crash next to you on your office couch, watching SpongeBob on his phone. Taeyong would bring your favorite sweets from abroad—those you missed from home but couldn’t find here. They’d show up at your office every month. And between breaks, he’d leave you iced jasmine tea, your favorite, just to make sure you stayed hydrated.

Every week, you’d leave a blind box and a drink in his locker, so he’d find them before a tough day. You couldn’t have a meal without him; he knew all your eating habits like you knew his. Better yet, recently, Taeyong had you make a copy of his keys. He wanted you to come and go in his apartment whenever you wanted, “just in case.”

But here’s the thing: it was slowly driving you insane. Your feelings for him became everything, and before you knew it, you were putting him at the center of your world. You realized it when, every time he left, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could still feel him everywhere—even when he wasn’t there. Then, recently, you spent the night at his place. You were on the couch, both of you half asleep, and Taeyong pulled you into him, arms around you. Slowly, his touches turned soft, his head resting on the curve of your neck. He was like a kitten, begging for affection.

You found yourself dangerously close to his face, his lips. You hesitated for a second—one move, and your lips would meet his. You don’t know where you found the self-control, but somehow, you managed to pull yourself up and leave his place, pretending you had an important early meeting that forced you to go back and get some sleep.

Taeyong knew you were lying. He knew your schedule better than you knew it yourself. He’d synced it with his, tracking your every move. And he knew. He tried to get you to stay. “You can sleep here,” he said. His voice calm, but there was something heavy behind it. You’d slept in the same bed on tour before, dozing off mid-conversation. But this? This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t friendly. And deep down, you knew it wouldn’t end well.

“No, I’m going home.” He sat up on the couch and grabbed your hand before you could even make it to the door. You turned to face him. His eyes were sleepy, focused on your fingers as they intertwined with his. “Why.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice. And you didn’t know if you could resist it. “Taeyong, I...” you struggled to find the words. He shot up, standing in front of you now, his gaze pleading. “Just for tonight, and tomorrow we can act like nothing happened.” You were so close to giving in, but this was just sex he was offering, and you knew that if you crossed that line, your feelings would take on a whole new dimension. “I have to go, sorry.”

You had to set a boundary with your feelings. You hadn’t been hired to fall for him. Your friendship? That was already a bonus. Above all, you’d fought hard to get to where you were in your career. You couldn’t throw all of that away just for a crush. Even though, deep down, you knew you were already way past the crush stage. That’s why, a few days, maybe weeks ago, you decided to stop responding to his private messages and calls. You knew his schedule by heart, had access to his calendar online—you knew where and when to be to avoid running into him. You needed space. You needed distance, for both of you. And you felt guilty for Taeyong, wondering what he was thinking on his side. His messages? They hit you hard, made you feel his pain, his confusion.

-Do you need anything? I’m at the grocery store near your place. I can drop something off if you want. - *Photo* Miss u - I left a iced tea on your desk. Hope you have a good day - The practice sessions are so empty without you - Haven’t heard from you much except for your work emails… - I miss you, please answer me

So many messages, so many small gestures that just made your heart ache even more, convincing you that keeping your distance was the right thing to do. You hated doing this to him, but it was slowly discouraging him from texting you. At least, that’s what you hoped.

And tonight? He’s texting you again. You turn around, grabbing your phone, you need to know what he’s saying—it’s visceral, stronger than you. At first, Taeyong respected your space, but after seeing you walk in this morning with Johnny, both of you holding coffees from the same place, he felt like someone had shoved a knife into his chest. This time, his messages were more direct.

- Are you trying to make me pay for that night or do you just not know how to get rid of me, so you’re ghosting me instead?

- I’m sorry, that’s not it. I just need to focus right now, I don’t have time for distractions.

- Miracle, you respond. Distractions?

- Please don’t take this the wrong way

Tyong’s calling

You don’t answer.

-You’re just gonna ignore me again?

-Taeyong, this... whatever this is between us, it’s not normal. We need some distance.

- What?

- I think some space would be good for us. We need a break.

- Is that what you want?

- It’s what we need.

- Okay.

You know Taeyong doesn’t get it. You also know that if something happens between you two and someone finds out, you’ll lose your job. The worst-case scenario? It leaks outside of the company, and no one would trust you with anything ever again.

The days that followed felt long and gray. You had no interaction with Taeyong anymore and were actively avoiding any direct contact with the 127 members. But then, one evening, you find your monthly package from Taeyong sitting on your desk. When you meet Irene, someone you’ve become close with since arriving, you feel uneasy. Finding that gesture from him kind of threw you off. Up until now, you hadn’t planned on talking about any of this, but Irene’s an idol, she knows Taeyong well, and if there’s anyone who might understand and listen, it’s her.

“Oh wow, didn’t see that coming.” “I know, it wasn’t planned at all and—” “No, I’m not talking about your feelings for Taeyong, I’m talking about your decision.” “Wait, what? Why?” “Because I know Taeyong, and if you two cross that line, sure, it could be dangerous for his career, but only if you’re not serious or if you’re not discreet. And that’s not him. He’d do anything to protect you and protect your relationship from outside eyes.” “How can you be sure about that?” You’re a little shaken by what she’s just said. “Because, again, I know him. And I think you should give him a chance, trust him to handle this situation. If there’s one person who can pull it off, it’s him. And I really think he’d want to take that risk with you.” “How can you say that? You had no idea about this situation before tonight.” “Of course I did. Everyone close to 127 knows about the... unusual chemistry you two have developed.” “Oh—”

Irene’s words keep replaying in your head. The part where she says Taeyong could manage and protect you both doesmake you want to believe in it. You know there’s a version of this story where he could truly enter a relationship with you, where you’d fall in love. But the part where she says others have already noticed the chemistry between you two makes you uneasy. That’s proof enough that you’re putting yourselves in danger by staying so close. It’s all too much to process, and you almost want to text him to talk about it, but you drop the idea. You don’t have the strength to deal with it tonight. Tomorrow’s a big event for the company, and there will be tons of people there. You’ve planned to focus and avoid any NCT members as much as possible.

When you arrive at the event, a lot of people are already there. That was the goal: arrive as late as possible to make sure the place is packed and you won’t run into a single 127 member who’d stop to make small talk, eventually bringing the others, including Taeyong, into the mix. Of course, you can count on Mark and Haechan, who spot you at the entrance and immediately drag you to their table. “Why haven’t you been around lately?” “Are you avoiding us?” Haechan chimes in. “Or worse, do you not like us anymore?” “That’s exactly it. I’ve always thought your music was awful, and now I’m realizing you’re terrible people too,” you joke. “No, seriously, why don’t you come see us in practice anymore?” Deep down, they all know it’s about Taeyong. When it’s you, it’s always about him. “I’ve just been swamped with work, I’m sorry. I don’t have as much time as before.” Taeyong’s been watching you from across the table since you sat down, his gaze sharp. You’re lying, and even though he knows you can’t tell the truth, it still annoys him. You choose to ignore his reactions. It’s for the best. The night goes on, and you decide to call it a night when you see that most people are starting to leave, and the alcohol’s kicked in. Over everything else, you can feel Taeyong’s eyes on you all night. You can’t take it anymore. Every time you turn your head, you inevitably lock eyes with him. His gaze is filled with desire and sadness. He’s unavoidable. You’re sitting in a corner chatting with Ten and Irene when the song No Manners starts. Taeyong’s in the middle of talking to some other artists, but his eyes never leave you. God, he wishes he were in Ten’s place. He’d give anything to be close to you. It kills him that you’ve barely had any interaction tonight. Before, you wouldn’t have left each other’s side the entire evening, and he would’ve taken you home, just the two of you, talking for hours in your little cocoon. You look up at him when Ten sings, looking straight at him. And you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re holding his gaze, but you feel an unbearable pull toward him. Your heart races, and you’re breathing heavier, like you’re too warm. He makes you feel hot. His eyes, filled with longing and emotions, set your body on fire. Now that he’s finally got your attention, he gives you a small nod, as if to say, come join me. He wants to talk to you, just the two of you. It would be so much easier to resist him if he weren’t looking so damn good tonight—in that silk, low-cut black blouse, the jewelry that makes him shine, and those jeans that highlight his long, lean frame. You want to go to him, but you don’t feel sober enough to face him like this. You’re not free from him yet, not enough to withstand this kind of moment. “Honestly, no one’s ever going to forget that iconic performance from Taeyong,” Ten says, like a dagger to your chest. It’s only the beginning of the song, and you decide to leave before hearing his voice. You wave goodbye to your friends and quickly make your exit. You completely ignore Taeyong as you pass by him. He feels it like a shockwave. It’s too much for him. How long are you going to play this game? He knows you want him too. He’s always felt it. At least, he hopes he’s not wrong.

He takes your place between Ten and Irene, rests his head in his hands, and sighs desperately. She taps his shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Go catch her." "She doesn't want us to have any contact anymore, you can see she's ignoring me." "Because she can't resist you, that's obvious." He glares at her. "Seriously Taeyong, do I really need to tell you that this girl is crazy about you? She's just trying to avoid trouble with the hierarchy." "Wait, is that why?" "Trust me Taeyong, she's crazy about you. She's just afraid you two won't be able to handle it, so go after her and prove to her that you can be the man she needs and protect her. Take the lead."

Taeyong stares at her for a second and then gets up faster than ever to chase after you. Ten looks at Irene. "Well, here we go."

He finds you in the hallway, the music still thumping in the background.

“Y/n!” He calls out, voice urgent.

“Not now, Taeyong.”

But he doesn’t give you a choice. Irene just told him to take the lead, and he’s determined to prove he can handle this.

Before you can even process, he grabs you by the waist and spins you around, slamming you against the wall.

“Taeyong—”

“Shut up.” His voice is a low growl, so close you can feel his breath against you, and it’s driving you wild. He holds your gaze, searching for any sign of resistance. But your eyes tell him everything he needs to know—you want him to stay, you want him to finish what he started.

Taeyong doesn’t hesitate. The music is loud, but the timing feels almost too perfect—his part begins. He inches closer, his lips dangerously close to yours, the air heavy with tension.

“Dancing on my backseat, You look so yeah senchi.”

His forehead presses to yours, his words soft yet filled with meaning as he murmurs, “Got me comma, commas I’m addicted to you, toxic.”

You don’t really get what’s happening, but you know you love it, and damn, it feels so good—way too good. You have no desire, no strength left to resist him. He slides his hands over your waist and grasps them firmly with his fingers to arch you over and press you fully against him. This leads you to feel his boner against you. And oh god, there’s no denying it—this moment hits Taeyong just as hard as it hits you.

You let out a soft moan.

“Naege dallyeo naneun dalliji Put the pedal to the metal maedalliji neoye maeryeok You the answer, never question urin eopji got no manners ppittakhage neoneun naenshi nan shideu.”

One of his hands slides up to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around it effortlessly. Then, his palm cradles your jaw as his thumb brushes your cheek, finally resting on your lower lip. His narrowed eyes lock onto yours.

“Urin beautiful neomu beautiful, Don’t say thank you or nothing, Criminal so cynical.”

He leans into your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he keeps murmuring against you, each word feeling like a kiss. You sigh with pleasure.

“But we need to learn some manners, bichi na bichi na.” His mouth hovers over yours. “I’m addicted to you, toxic, I’m addicted to you, toxic.” he murmurs those last words.

His eyes glazed with desire, he pulls his thumb away from your lip and presses his mouth to yours. Your body reacts instantly to his. But the sound of heels echoing nearby pulls you out of your daze. You break the kiss—well, almost.

“Taeyong, wait, stop, just a second.”

He keeps kissing along your cheeks. “What now?”

“This isn’t a good-ahh—”

He cuts you off by sucking on your neck, pressing you harder against the wall as he hikes your leg up against him. He murmurs against your lips, “Remind me why we’re taking a break from each other. Hmm? It’s oviously insane. I think we both know what we want.” He pulls back to look into your eyes. “It’s obvious to everyone but you that we’re falling in love, so just let go and fall with me.”

You’re speechless. To hell with your job—there’s only one Lee Taeyong. You slide your hand up his neck and crash your lips against his. You feel like you’ve waited a lifetime for this. His hands are everywhere on you, and you never want him to let go. The kiss grows more urgent, the two of you like starving people finally given a taste of chocolate. Your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him like your life depends on it.

He slows the pace. “I know I started this, but we should go somewhere more private.”

You steal one more kiss, unable to fully break away. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You keep kissing for another moment before he laughs. “Y/n, we really need to get out of here.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

He grabs your hand, as you runaway like two child. Once you arrive at his place, you barely make it through the door before you wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your head against his back. He grips your arms, holding you close.

“I can’t believe you wanted to deprive us of this,” he murmurs. He turns around to face you, cupping your face with his hands. “I won’t let anything come between us, you have to trust me. Not at work, not in our private lives. I’ll protect you and I’ll protect us from the rest of the world, from prying eyes. Since you walked into my life, you’ve been my priority. How could you not see that?”

“I’m sorry. You’re my priority too. And I want you more than anything.”

“Don’t push me away again, unless you’re sure you don’t want me anymore.” He finally kisses you, his lips somehow even sweeter than before. His touch is confident and firm, as if he’s trying to imprint you onto his skin.

Your jacket falls to the floor as Taeyong’s fingers trace along the straps of your dress. He slides them off your shoulders, and your dress drops to the ground.

You find yourself standing there in your underwear in front of him, and he takes a moment to just admire you. His tongue slips into your mouth, and between kisses, he asks, “Tell me, what do you want right now? I want to show you how well I can take care of you.”

You look at him, captivated by how far Taeyong seems willing to go for you, for your pleasure. You blush, hesitating to answer. He smile softly. “You’ve got something on your mind, but you’re too shy to ask.”

You shake your head, too embarrassed to admit it. He plants soft kisses along your neck and wraps his arms around you with such passion. “Tell me. You know you can ask me for anything.”

“It’s about earlier…” He looks at you, intrigued, and a spark flashes in his eyes. He smirk, shaking his head—he knows. “Your desire is my command.”

He lifts you effortlessly and carries you to the living room, laying you down on the carpet. His kisses trail down your body, from your neck to your belly button.

You moan; it feels so good. Then he sits up to take off his shirt. He pulls away just enough to get into position, his eyes never leaving yours. And under your mesmerized gaze, he starts his No Manners choreography.

When his hands graze around you, a shiver runs down your spine, watching him do this so close to you. And then the moment you’ve been craving finally comes—he grinds against you in that wave-like move that’s haunted your thoughts so many times. He finishes with a deep, passionate kiss.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moan.

“See? I know you better than anyone. I can take care of you, love.”

“Pleease, Taeyong, take care of me.”

“Of course.”

You turn, face down and arch your back to present him your ass. You want him to take you now. He presses himself against you, growling softly in your ear as he kisses your shoulder, all while sliding his pants and your panties down. He aligns his dick with your entrance and slowly penetrates you. You feel every inch of him slowly pushing inside you, and the movement feels just as sensual as it does romantic.

Taeyong brushes your hair out of your face, his fingers gentle as he plants soft kisses along your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

He sighs in pleasure as he starts to move, finding a rhythm that has you melting beneath him. His little moans send you to another dimension.

You’d always wondered what Taeyong would be like in bed, and a part of you was convinced he was a switch—which secretly drove you wild. You also had a feeling he’d be sensitive. And you were right. You could feel it in every touch, firm yet achingly tender. His movements become smoother and more fluid, and you feel his cock surge inside you, he's going to cum, already, you feel it.

He pulls out and lets out a shaky breath. You whine as you turn to face him. “Nooo, what are you doing?”

Running a hand through his hair, he gives you an embarrassed smile. “I’m gonna come if I keep going, Y/n. It’s been too long—I need to pace myself if you want this to last.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get you going again.” You crawl toward him on all fours, and his eyes widen, completely captivated by your every move.

You lean against his thighs, gently wrap your fingers around his sex and start pumping him up and down.

His head falls back, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through him. You watch his face contort with bliss, and the sight alone satisfies you—but you crave more. Leaning in closer, you start by kissing his tip, then wrap your mouth around his all dick. Taeyong moans in pleasure, his high-pitched whimpers are like music to your ears.

He looks down at you, completely lost in his bliss. His hand rests on your head—not to push, just to feel connected to you. Your pace steadies, and you tighten your mouth around him. You catch it the moment you feel his whole body tense up. His breath is all ragged.

“Y/n, I gonna cum, you need to pull away." He places a gentle hand on your cheek.

You look at him and tighten your lips, not letting go. It's an invitation to come in your mouth. You can see tears in his eyes and god it turns you even more.

“Oh my- aahh Y/n…I can’t hold back, sorry."

He comes within a second. And you don’t take your eyes off him, to catch this moment. You swallow everything he gives you. You release his cock in a lil pop.

He opens his eyes again, all groggy and satisfied, then leans in to kiss you.

"Thank you... that was incredible."

You smile against his lips. "This is just the beginning."

You're back to pumping his dick. Taeyong flinches and lets out a whimper, “It’s sensitive.”

“I know baby, but you told me you’ll take care of me right?”

“Of course I will..oh”

His body’s shaking—you’re overstimulating him.

“Let me eat you, please.” he's pleading you.

“No, I want you inside of me.” You can't wait anymore

He rests his forehead against yours, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck. “Oh my- I’ll never get enough of you.”

He slides two fingers over your folds and penetrates you with one thrust. You flinch and cry out as you feel his fingers thrust into you.

“Here, you wanted to feel me inside of you.”

His hands are quick and firm, his fingering you in a way you could never touch yourself.

You feel the tension building inside you. Gripping his shoulders, straddling him, you try to hold yourself steady. But your body’s shaking—what Taeyong’s doing to you is too intense, too much for you to handle.

"Yong, I can’t stand…”

“It’s ok, I got you”

He plants a soft kiss at the corner of your lips. Your grip on his shoulders loosens—your arms can’t hold on anymore. As you start to fall back, he catches you, pulling you close. You melt into his embrace, and just like that, you feel more than safe; you feel like you truly belong, right there with him. Your orgasm transcends you; you've never had one so strong that it had such an effect on you.

When you open your eyes, you see Taeyong completely mesmerized by what he's looking at down below, he's already starting to jerk off again. You just squirted. You didn't knex you could do that.

You blush, feeling horribly embarrassed for ruining his carpet.

“Oh my god Tae, I’m confused.”

He bites his lip. “Will you do it again ?”

“Well…it’s up to you.”

You blush a little when Taeyong catches your gaze, surprised, and you smile at him. “I’ve never done this before, not alone, and definitely not with any other guy.”

He kisses you, deep and slow, proud of what you just said. “Told you, no one can take care of you like I can.”

“I want more Taeyong.” you whisper.

He pulls you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly, taking you to the bedroom. Lying on the bed, you watch him, wondering how you ever thought you could live without him.

He lays on top of you, movements soft and tender. He traps your face between his arms, showering you with gentle kisses all over. Your hands wander down his back, nails scratching lightly. He shivers. And just like in the living room before, he slowly penetrates you so that you feel every inch of it enter you. You dig your nails into his skin, and he lets out a soft moan. He finds a steady rhythm, gently placing a hand on your cheek, almost tenderly. He kisses you, slow and deep, before pulling away to look at you. His backstrokes are strong and sure, you're in nirvana.

He lifts you, sitting you on top of him. Now you're straddling him, sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around him as you face him. He put his hand against your pussy and the friction of your clitoris against his fingers provokes a new orgasm that hit you so hard.

Taeyong buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out the softest moan. You find those sounds as sexy as they are adorable. You know you’ll never be able to get enough of them. His body turns warm, his breath shallow. He starts mumbling softly against your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Y/n, I'm sorry."

“Don’t be, just enjoy, my love, that’s all I want.”

He moans, tightening his grip around your waist as he hears your words. You feel all his muscles tense, and Taeyong lifts you slightly to pull away. He jerk, still hidden in your neck, pressed against you. And finishes with a soft groan, he murmured your name, while painting your belly with his hot cum.

You still hold him in your arms, cuddling him.

His orgasm was strong, you can feel it. For Taeyong, it's months of frustration finally being satisfied.

He lays you down and settles against you. His misty eyes study you intently.

“I thought you’d never come back to me.”

“I know, me too...”

He runs a hand through your hair and props himself up on his elbow. “I hated it. It killed me, you became the greatest part of my life.” He kisses you deeply. “I missed you. I missed you so damn much.”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry.”

“Then it’s okay, you trust me now?”

You nod, silently agreeing.

“Either way, you don’t have a choice. I won’t let you go this time. And I know exactly how to convince you to give in. No manners, right?" he smirk, making fun of you. "Didn’t know that performance would have this effect on you.”

You blush slightly. “Oh shut up.”

“I’ll do this every night if that’s what you want, my love.” He kisses you again.

“You’ll take care of me, right?” you smile.

“I will, as long as you let me.”

In the week that follows, you and Taeyong fall back into your routine. And, of course, in private, it’s much more.

One evening in the practice room, you joke around with Haechan while Taeyong watches you, completely in awe.

"So, everything’s good between you two now?"

Taeyong smiles like a little kid. "Yeah, she just needed me to reassure her. And that’s exactly what I did. I said what needed to be said." He pauses when you look at him, his heart racing for you. He joins you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laugh with the others.

You push him away, but not really trying.

"Taeyong, we talk about discretion. Not in front of everyone..."

He pouts, then playfully smacks your cheek.

"I know but..between us, no manners” he whimpers in your ears.

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dandylandon · 27 days ago

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DC Comics: *makes an interesting character in Duke Thomas, lowkey set him up as a bigger presence in this new chapter of DC*

DC Comics: *gives up after a year in favour of known characters and have him jus kinda be there and give him a 3 issue comic once in a while*

#for my kpop girlies this is what SM did with superm #lemme change that actually this is what SM does #seriously tho hes shown in 2013 then he gets his own short backstory comic in we are robin 2015 #then hes like shaped as bruces new project in batman rebirth #then hes kinda just a side character #like a secondary to the secondary #he should be having like a robin 1993 esque series #imagine a 100 volume comic about duke going about his young life he could be like spiderman #put me in charge dc #duke thomas #dc comics #dc #batman #dc writers when you give them actual superpowers: 🤷#dc writers when it comes to giving batman a toy for every plot they've dug themselves into: 😊

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writemekpop · 2 years ago

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Stolen Kisses | Lee Taeyong

Summary: Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.

Genre: Husband!Taeyong, domestic AU, fluff

Word Count: 0.7k

“Yeah, baby, just like that.”

Taeyong’s breaths were hot against your ear.

With a pre-schooler in the house, you didn’t have a lot of time to be intimate. Whenever you had the chance, you were on each other like teenagers.

He was lying on top of you, arms either side of your head, biceps bulging with the effort.

You were lying beneath him, stark naked. Only a thin sheet covered you both.

You secretly loved sneaking around with Taeyong. It made you feel alive.

His hips were rocking against yours at a sinful pace. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning.

It was crazy to have sex at 5pm, when your daughter was down for her nap – but after Taeyong spent the whole of lunch with his eyes gazing suggestively into yours, winking whenever your daughter wasn’t looking, you couldn’t resist.

Taeyong looked at you like he was a starving man, and your body was the only food.

You turned your head to the side. That’s when you noticed two wide brown eyes staring at you from the dark.

You yelped.

Taeyong’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore.

It was Yumi, your four-year-old daughter. Her purple tie dye pyjamas were crumpled, her face was puffy with sleep, and her black hair was a bird’s nest.

“Mommy, daddy, what are you doing?”

You froze. This was your worst nightmare - worse than when you walked out with your school skirt tucked into your panties, with the entire high school sniggering at your exposed butt.

Taeyong smoothly got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his lower half. He pulled the duvet over your naked chest.

Normally, you were calm in a crisis, and Taeyong was the flustered one, but today, it seemed you had switched.

Taeyong smiled in a way a schoolteacher might. “Daddy and mummy are having some grown up time. Go to your room sweetie, we’ll be there in a minute.”

The little girl looked at Taeyong, and then at you. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, said “okay”, and padded away.

You didn’t realise that you’d been holding your breath this entire time.

You exhaled, feeling dizzy. “Holy shit. Do you think she… saw anything?”

Taeyong smiled softly. “She’s four. Even if she saw something, she’s not going to know what it means.”

You watched him as he put on his grey sweatpants. You admired his lean yet muscular form, and the many small tattoos that graced his skin. You thought about how much you wanted to kiss them, but then your daughter’s face flashed into your mind’s eye, and you grimaced.

“How are you so calm about this?”

Taeyong smiled wistfully, eyes staring off into the distance. “This happened to me once before.”

You frowned. “When?”

Taeyong pulled his hand through his silky hair. “Um… my ex’s kid once walked in on us, you know… doing it… on the couch. So I know exactly what to say – it’s a grown-up hug, privacy is important, it’s not your fault, blah blah blah.”

You scowled. You knew Taeyong had had lovers before you, but you didn’t like to be reminded of it.

Taeyong grinned and stroked your arm reassuringly. It was like he could read your mind. He always knew when you were jealous.

“Come on, momma.” He purred. “Let’s go and reassure our girl, then we can finish what we started.”

You bit your lip. Taeyong was a hard man to resist.

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After twenty minutes of comforting your daughter, she finally went to sleep.

You and Taeyong went back to your bedroom, hand in hand.

You groaned and leaned your head against his sculpted shoulder. “That was so embarrassing. We are never having sex again, like ever.”

Taeyong chuckled, deep and manly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and placed long, opened mouthed kisses on your skin that made your entire body buzz.

“I’m sure I can convince you.”

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kjdkive · 1 year ago

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hiiii ! loved the girl dad!jaehyun texts, can i request a mark ver please ? 🤭 love uuu

girl dad! mark lee

warnings: k word jokes, kind of suggestive

a's/n: thanks anon for requesting this, you brought me back to life <33 requests keep this acc alive for anyone who cares hahaha

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sugar-petals · 2 months ago

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chances are saddeningly & joppingly high we won’t get super m back and even if they return somehow SM is still SM so we need a new male supergroup doing the most ludicrous concepts aka reblog with your most unhinged all star lineup including who does the songs & choreo plus what their outlandish debut hit would be okay lets go

#any company any generation sky's the limit they just need to be baddies #super m #superm #baekhyun #kai #mark lee #taeyong #taemin #lucas #ten #k-pop #kpop #i wanna read what people would cook up in the tags lmaoo imagine if there was a fan-voted all star group it'd be nuts #wish we'd at least get some subunits of the original group but that wont happen either i fear #sm #sm ent #sm entertainment #i have a thousand ideas give me a moment to gather my lineup #i will attach a whole essay to this lmaoo wait for it i will debut the most impossible group 😭

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marksdaydreams · 2 years ago

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— religious

Mark can’t take his eyes off you.

He can’t believe he got this lucky, he can’t believe you’re this beautiful, this ethereal; his stare burns through you and pins you in place. His gaze is so feral and yet so soft for you — it makes you shiver. His bright eyes drink you in like you’re the only thing that ever mattered in this world, the only thing that mattered to him; he wants to be the only one for you, now, and forever.

He walks up to the edge of the bed and sits at your feet, reaching out to massage them softly. You cock your head in mild surprise, but don’t question it — this was one of those days when Mark liked to take his time, worshiping every inch of what belonged to him. His smile mirrors yours as he pulls himself further up the bed, settling between your legs and running his hands down your thighs.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asks, leaning forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “How am I supposed to know anything when you look like this?”

You run your fingers along the nape of his neck. Mark lets out a long sigh and you absently wonder how tired he was. Your hands run along his toned arms, gently coaxing him closer to you. Mark pulled away slowly, his eyes taking in every tiny detail of your face as if memorizing it, and it embarrassed you somehow. He smiled when he saw the color tinting your cheeks, taking it as an excuse to press feather light kisses on your face.

“You’re gonna make me forget who I am,” Mark mumbled, still grinning, “Are you going to take responsibility for who I’m about to become?”

“Who do you want to be?”

Mark scoffs at your words.

As his lips find their way home, his answer melts on your tongue — yours.

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zeroseuniverse · 5 months ago

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May The Best Win

Word Count: 403 Summary: Her friend raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” “Really,” she said firmly. “May the best person win.” Pairing: Mark X fem Reader

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The cafeteria buzzed with its usual chaos, but her focus was glued to one spot: Mark Lee. He was sitting at the corner table, headphones on, tapping his pen against the edge of his notebook. She had no idea what he was scribbling—lyrics, doodles, random thoughts—but it didn’t matter. The way he was so in his own world made him even more intriguing.

Her best friend, however, was less than impressed.

“You’re staring again,” they said, poking at their tray of food. “You’re so obvious it’s painful.”

“I am not staring,” she mumbled, trying to sound casual as she took a sip of her drink.

“Oh, come on,” they groaned, turning to look at Mark with an exaggerated grimace. “Stop crushing on that gross, pathetic weirdo.”

She whipped her head around to glare at them, ready to argue, but they cut her off with a smirk.

“That’s my job.”

For a moment, the words didn’t register. Then her jaw dropped. “What?”

They shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “I’m serious. Get some self-esteem and get out of here. You’re wasting your time because I’ve already got dibs.”

“Dibs?” she repeated, still trying to process what was happening. “On Mark?”

“Obviously.” They leaned back in their chair, crossing their arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’ve literally called him a loser for the past three years,” she said, baffled.

“It’s called deflection,” they said with a dramatic sigh, like they were explaining something painfully obvious. “What, you think I’d just admit to liking him out loud? Please.”

She stared at them for a long moment, then burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

They grinned, completely unbothered. “Maybe. But at least I’m honest now.”

“Well, good for you,” she said, grabbing her tray. “But just so you know, I’m not going anywhere. If you think I’m going to back off just because you’ve suddenly decided you’re into him, you’re wrong.”

Her friend raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Really,” she said firmly. “May the best person win.”

She turned to walk away, but not before catching Mark glancing up from his notebook. His eyes met hers , and for a split second, his lips quirked up in a small, shy smile.

“Game on,” her friend called after her, but she barely heard them.

Because at that moment, with Mark’s smile still lingering in her mind, she was pretty sure she had already won.

#nct imagines #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct dream #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct u #nctzen #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct u imagines #nct u x reader #superm #superm imagines #mark lee x reader #mark lee fluff #mark lee scenarios #mark lee

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xotaemintol · 2 years ago

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SUB!BAEKHYUN x (fem) READER: SUBBY SEPTEMBER DAY 2

“I fall to pieces when I'm with you.”

PRONOUNS USED: NONE (fem implied/mommy)

TWS: Sex toys, BDSM, Sub!idol, dom!reader, mommy kink, gagging, and hair pulling.

WORD COUNT: 568

It was simple, all he had to do was stay quiet and sit still for five minutes while you were on the phone, Baekhyun swore that he could do it too and was so confident in himself.

But, not even two minutes into the call he had snuck up behind you and screamed, causing you to scream into the customer's ear and lose another sell.

He hadn’t even realized what he did until you politely apologized, as soon as it hit him what he had done he covered his mouth and looked at you with wide eyes, silently praying that you wouldn’t be too mad at him.

But after ending the call it became clear that you were more than just mad, it didn’t take rocket science to figure that out either, the way you pulled his hair and forced him on his knees was enough to tell him that you were beyond pissed.

“Why are you always so disobedient?” You asked.

With his face scrunched up in pain Baekhyun laughed a little, his playful demeanor telling you that he still thought he’d be able to get out of this easily.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize that I was- ow!” He whimpered in pain as you pulled his hair even harder.

“You didn’t realize?” You leaned down to him so you could be at eye level and pushed him down on his back.

Baekhyun tried his best to get you to calm down, flashing you a cheeky smile and laughing nervously as you stood over him, but it was no use.

In a matter of minutes his hands were tied behind his back, you had quickly stripped him and gotten a vibrating cock ring a bit too small for his liking out of the closet.

Still, he tried his best to plead with you as he dropped his bratty tone and leaned forward with a desperate expression, saying in a shaky voice: “Mommy please, I really didn’t mean to, I swear! If you untie me I promise I’ll stay quiet while you work.”

He expected this to work since it had gotten him out of trouble once or twice, but there wasn’t anything he could say that would save him now.

All he could do was endure the pleasurable torture, helplessly moaning against the gag in his mouth as he sat on the small sofa behind your work desk, you could tell by the sounds of his muffled moans that he was right on that edge of feeling amazing and feeling pitiful.

It’s exactly where you wanted him. But after just two minutes of you taunting him and poking at him for being bratty.

Baekhyun was already whimpering and trying his hardest to convey how badly he wanted you, breathing heavily as he whimpered against the gag and squirming every time you changed the pacs of the vibrator around his cock.

“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll ride you when I finish up,” You said as you put your hand on his shoulder.

Baekhyun looked up at you, already it looked like he could hardly contain himself, but you didn’t care, he could cum all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be released until you made another sell.

“So don’t be too loud, or I’ll leave you like this all night,” As you said this you turned the vibrator up to his least favorite setting, knowing that it would only make it harder for him to keep his voice down even while being gagged.

Baekhyun closed his eyes, gently leaning his head back as he let out muffled moans, you could hear a soft ‘Please’ as he opened his eyes and looked up at you, now begging with his eyes as his hips shuttered and his body tensed up, he was praying that you'd let him off the hook since he knows just how far you'll go to teach him a lesson.

But the feeling of you once again changing the pace told him that there was no chance that you'd go easy on him today. “Shh, mommy has work to do.” You grinned and kissed him over the gag, Baekhyun whined and wiggled around, becoming desperate for your touch.

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taetr4ck · 1 year ago

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Chi-Ka by Tabber and DEAN + Mark Lee

chi-ka — mark lee

mark lee x reader — heavy angst, mentions of breakup, 0.9k words. taglist form.

a/n : omg i see a fellow dean listener !! sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy this 💗

The gentle turn of the doorknob of your shared apartment with Mark permeated across the room. You immediately saw his back at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner.

“You’re late.” He turned his head to face you, greeting you with his rather exasperated face.

Your love for him is like a thorny rose in a field of tulips. You are willing to pick it although you know you’re going to bleed. Show me your thorns and I’ll show you my hands are ready to bleed—love can hurt and heal—and you are ready to experience all of it.

“Hi, baby. Uhm, something came up and I had to work overtime—”

“God, can you make a better excuse? I feel like I’m talking to a broken record.” Mark faced the kitchen counter again, seemingly uninterested in what you would say anymore. His words felt like a dagger stabbing into your chest, and with every word, the pain in your heart twisted even deeper.

You sighed heavily. “Alright, I’ll go upstairs for a while.”

There was no use in talking to him any longer. You were tired and you just wanted to lie down and shut out the world. Every day spent with him is exhausting in a sense. Fight, make up, fight, make up. It’s draining—soul-crushing, even. The hope that everything is going to go back to the way it used to be is slowly dissipating in your heart, much more in the spark of his eyes.

“You’re not gonna even defend yourself?” His words had a hint of mockery and frustration, making your blood boil.

You felt it up your spine. Everything feels useless, and everyone is just as annoying—no one is listening to you and no one’s gonna believe you, or so you thought. Anger is a dormant feeling and you’re worried it might explode later on. You worry that love can turn into violence. Love can turn into violence. You fear it might happen now.

“Because you’re not gonna listen. Every time I say something, you either appear uninterested or think I’m lying. Seriously? What am I even to you? Your emotional punching bag? I’m tired, Mark. This is not going to work.” You rushed upstairs with tears brimming in your eyes. You’re scared. You’re scared of the ever-so-warm love you have for him. You’re worried that it’s slowly ruining you, and you know that you’re going to let it destroy you. To love is to heal, and to love is to destroy.

You barely made it to the bedroom before the sobs overtook you.

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the world outside, but not the chaos within.

You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, trying to steady your breath. This was not how you imagined your life with Mark would be. You thought of every single thing that might happen between the two of you, and this was not included in your racing thoughts. You thought it was going to sail smoothly and ever so lovely—with dreams of building a future with him—but it just turned into a daily struggle, each day slowly draining your already exhausted soul.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps outside the door. The knob turned slowly, and he walked in, his expression a mix of anger and regret. He stopped a few steps into the room, seeming to reconsider what he wanted to say.

“Look,” he began, his voice softer but still strained, “I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just... I'm frustrated too. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, it's like this.”

You looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “But attacking me every time I come home isn't helping. I can't keep living like this, constantly feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.”

Mark shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I miss you. I miss us. But every time I try to talk, we just end up fighting.”

“Maybe we’ve forgotten how to talk to each other,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we’ve forgotten how to love each other without hurting.”

You stood up, each step away from him feeling like a piece of your heart was being left behind.

With that, you walked out, the door closing softly behind you, leaving behind a part of your life that had defined you for so long.

You stepped into the night, feeling the cool air on your face, a mix of melancholy and sorrow washing over you.

“I love you, but this is going to wreck me.” you sigh as you whisper your last message in the tranquility of the night.

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It’s been a year, yet he still finds you everywhere. He tasted you in the pancakes he made earlier for breakfast. The butter sliding all over it reminds him of the times he brought you to the most beautiful flower garden you’d ever seen. You ran with him all throughout the flowery scene until you had no energy left. The sun brimming through the window reminded him of you, the moments when you would greet him with a kiss first thing in the morning. Last night, he listened to your favorite song—every melody is like a glass shard piercing his heart. He regrets everything he said. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known how hard you struggled at work and with him. Your image is sewn into his mind in everything he sees. Did you think your absence could make him forget you? He cannot understand his life that has no you in it.

He grabs his phone and finds your number.

“I miss you.”

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nctsplug02 · 2 years ago

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hi can i request for mark smut where he's just obsessed with your boobs and nipples. like he doesn't even care if you're at public place he just needs to touch them. he also likes to play with your nipples at home hehehe

Do Not Touch Mark.L

GENRE: fluff, smut, fwb

WARNINGS: kissing, flirting, banter, FWB, fingering, breast play, nipple play, riding, slight anal play, unprotected sex, spanking, standing doggy, mirror sex, public sex-ish, getting caught in the act, consented recording, possessiveness, and slight food sex play!

AN| i tried being cheesy by using MISAMO as my title.. get it.. hehe.. anyway, the first scene was inspired by a twitter NSFW artist!! this is their account and the art that really was stuck on my mind for a week! i’m gonna make a jaemin ver but i’ll keep itfor valentines… happy readings! ;)

“mark, give up! just face the fact that you’ve used up all the syrup!” you say with your lips pressed together and curved down into a frown.

your brown syrup covered breasts pressed together as mark shakes the bottle and presses it firmly together to squeeze more syrup.

“there’s still a little more, baby. i promise, just be patient and wait with me.” the bottle of chocolate syrup farts and bubbles up as mark uses all his strength as an attempt to squeeze the rest of the syrup out from the bottle.

you sigh as your arms begin to cramp. “dude, my arms are starting to hurt.” you whine and drop your arms, your breasts falling with your arms.

“i know, baby. i know but just.. just a few more minutes, it’s almost all out!” his desperate bug eyes focused on the last tiny drop that teased him by taking its sweet time to drip from the bottle.

“mark, i’m just—“ as you go to sit up, mark pushes you back down and squeezes your breasts together, licking the last bit of the syrup from the tube and mouthing one of your nipple.

you moan and grab a fistful of his short locks. “you’re such a greedy jerk.” you mumble and lock your legs around his waist.

mark throws the bottle and it hits the closet door with a loud thud.

mark moans and moves to your other nipple. you squeeze your arms around his head and kiss his head. “are we done yet?” you ask, playing with his hair.

you give him a smack on the head when he doesn’t answer. “i’m hungry,” you whine. “i want to eat something.”

mark pulls away, his face absolutely covered in chocolate syrup. “eat this dick.” you shove his face and roll the two of you over. “you’re disgusting.” you slide off the bed and grab your clothes off the ground before leaving the room.

“i was just kidding, babe.” mark says while following you to the bathroom. “shut up and go cook me something.” you use a rag and you wet the material, squeezing out the extra water and wiping away the sticky syrup from your breasts.

mark watches with admiration and with a cute grin from the doorway.

“god, how did i let you get away with this idea. ‘such a stupid idea.” you sigh and wash the rag after cleaning your breasts with it.

you hang the rag and slip on your bra, taking little glances at mark who watches you through the mirror. “mind helping?” you struggle with your clips.

“mm,” mark pouts with a smirk. “after you calling me stupid, disgusting and a greedy jerk.. i think you can do it yourself.” his eyes squinting in a taunting way.

you turn to him while holding your straps. “okay, first; i didn’t call you stupid, i just said your idea was stupid. second; i’m hangry and i’m gonna get more angry if you don’t help me. third—“

mark yanks you by the waist and kisses you. “shut up.” he whispers when pulling away. “or i’m gonna shove my dick down your throat.”

before you can protest your angry thoughts, mark spins you and grabs your bra clippings, clipping them together and spinning you back around. “c’mon, i’ll go cook us some ramen.”

mark takes your hand and drags you to his kitchen. “yeah, because that’s the only thing you can cook.” you mumble.

“you should be thankful you’re getting ramen instead of raw, burnt eggs.” you glare at him from behind and you can visualize his smirk.

mark walks into the practice room with two bags of candy and drinks. “oh, finally.” he huffs when seeing the peacefully sleeping haechan on the couch.

“how’d you tire him?” mark asks, removing his black mask and black beanie. “y’know, did what i always do to tire you out.. a little bit of cowgirl.. missionary.. and a blowjob.. whatnot.” you shrug while scrolling on your insta feed.

“hey!” you whine when your phone is snatched from you. “don’t say those type of shit, y/n.” you glare up at him and giggle. “gotcha there, didn’t i?” you stand up with your hands on your hips. “don’t be jealous, remember you’re the one who said no strings attached.”

mark chews the inside of his cheek and watches as you walk past him.

“so, what kind of snacks did you get?” you dig through the bags and pull out a few snacks and drinks. “mm, chocolate covered mushrooms, yum.” you tear the bag open and plop one of the treat into your mouth.

you moan and grab another one. “thanks, markie.” you smacks your lips together and toss a handful into your mouth.

you drop the bag of chocolate when being spun around. “hey!” you’re met eye to eye with an angry looking mark. “if you wanted some, you could’ve just asked.” you go to turn and grab the bag but mark drags you by your ankles so that you’re now underneath him.

“you like donghyuck?” your eyebrows pinch together. “are you actually jealous? really, mark? wow, who knew a little joke would make the mark lee jealous.” you scoff and marks jaw ticks.

mark looks down at your legs and then back up at you. “no, mark. haechan is sleeping right over there— he’s literally six feet away from us!” you didn’t actually know, you just didn’t want to be caught.

“pretty girl doesn’t want to be caught in the act, huh? that’s never stopped you, has it?” you press your lips together and glare up at mark who stands over you with a smirk.

“what, you don’t remember the time you snuck me in your room while your best friend was asleep on the floor next to us?”

you bite your lip. “ugh, you’ve made your point! stop being a jerk and hurry up.” mark watches as you undo your sweats but he stops you.

with frustration burning in your eyes, you glare up at him. “i thought this is what you wanted, no?!” mark shakes his head and quickly glances at haechan who stirs with a moan.

“c’mere,” mark pushes himself off his knees and walks over to the dim corner, he sits himself by the mirror and spreads his legs. “c’mon, brat.”

with a huff, you crawl over to mark, sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest and your knees barely pressed against your chest.

“stay quiet for me, yeah?” mark whispers and gives you a kiss on the shell of your ear.

with your shirt pushed up and exposing your breasts and your sweats pushed down by your knees, mark fingers you with one hand and uses the other hand to tweak your nipples.

his fingers moving fast and curling every time they enter you. his lips softly cursing into your ears while you quietly moan.

his hand curling up and his palm rubbing against your clit. you roll your hips as an attempt to get more pleasure from his palm.

“i’m gonna cum— fuck!” you whimper and gasp when seeing haechans body toss and turn on the tiny couch.

“i said to be quiet, didn’t i?” mark whispers.

you squeal as mark picks up his pace and fucks your pussy with his fingers. the thought of just his fingers getting you off blew your mind, he was talented in so many ways.

“mark,” you pant. “mark,” you roll your hips and grab the back of his neck, bringing his face closer to yours. “i’m cumming.” you whisper before clamping your legs shut and shivering with your orgasm.

you gasp and turn, burying your face into the broad chest of mark. “ooh, fuck!” you cry out into marks chest and dig your nails into the back of his neck.

“ah, fuck. that’s it, baby.” your hand squeezes marks wrist as he tries to keep fucking you with his fingers. “stop, stop..” you pant and push yourself from mark.

mark stares at you, his chest rising slowly and shrinking in the same pace. a worn out grin on his face as he watches your legs twitch and you sitting so breathlessly.

“you’re mean, mark.” you pull your bra and shirt into place and move onto your pantie and sweats. “you know you love it, brat.” you stand and tie your messed up hair into a high ponytail.

“what do you say,” mark stands and grabs you by the waist. “head back to my place?” he bites your shoulder as he stares you down through the mirror.

“we can’t just leave haechan here by himself.” you drop your hands after tightening your pony. “he’s a big boy, he can handle being alone.”

“yeah, i’ll be fine.” haechan says nonchalantly.

you gasp and turn to haechan who lays on the couch with an arm over his forehead. “no fucking way.” you mutter and walk towards the pile of stuff, grabbing your bag and leaving the practice room.

“nice tits and moans, y/n.” haechan says with a small giggle.

mark sighs and chases after you.

“hey, hey, you’re my favorite kind of night.” the song sings while you circle mark with a hungry look in your eyes.

mark grabs your waist and dips you in a circle, gradually grinding his hips into yours. “so, i love when you call unexpected.”

he brings you back up and your noses are barely inches apart. “‘cause i hate when the moment’s expected.” you look at his lips then back at his eyes before smiling cheekily.

you step back from him, slowly and matching the beat. mark follows, curling his lips as he pops his body to the beat.

“so, i’ma care for you,” you stop and look to the side. “you,” mark snakes his hands up your waist and under your breasts. “you.” he smirks and gropes your breasts.

you shove him off you and walk away from him, shutting off the music and turning back to the mark and the crowd.

“damn, you guys choreographed this?” taeyong asks while slipping on his beanie.

“yeah,” mark smoothly fixes his hard-on while staring you down.

“the tension is there, it’s sexy.. hot.. hungry.. just a sexy type of tension is what i’m getting from this routine and i love it.” johnny says.

you snatch your water bottle and unscrew the top. “that’s what we were going for, weren’t we, y/n?” you nod while chugging down a few gulps.

“we’re still working on a few things. i’m a bit rusty and mark has to.. loosen me up a bit.” you screw your lid back on and wipe your sweat away with your backhand.

“although,” you set your water bottle and catch everyone’s attention. “the boob grabbing wasn’t apart of the routine, now was it, mark?”

everyone turns their attention to mark who turns into a tomato. “uhh.. it wasn’t.”

“i think it looks amazing right now.” jungwoo comments. “thanks, pup.” you wink and jungwoo who giggles right after.

“i think you guys should keep that part in, it makes the tension and chreo look more better and attractive.” one of the dance instructor comments.

you look at mark while biting your thumb. “i guess we could make it work, can’t we, markie?” mark lifts his eyes to you and slowly his lips turn into a smirk. “yeah, i guess we can.”

you sigh and clear your throat. “well, i have to go. need to go feed my friends cats and turtles since he’s on vacation in italy.” you grab your things and leave while bidding everyone, excluding mark, a goodbye.

excluding mark; you were going to see him later anyway.

“yeah, yeah. see you guys later!” you could hear marks faint voice while you turned a corner.

feet hitting the floor and loud pants have your head turning. it was mark obviously.

“mark, go back to practice. you’ll see me later.” mark grabs your hand and turns you. “he?” your eyebrows pinch confusingly. “what are you talking about?”

“you said he earlier in the practice room. who is this he dude?” you roll your eyes and fix the strap on your shoulder. “it’s just an old friend from my high school.”

when you try to walk past mark, he pushes you against the wall. “old friend, huh?”

you could hear faint voices from the next hall and it triggered your brain. “mark! get off me, do you want people seeing us like this?!” you whisper and push mark.

mark looks toward the direction where the voices could be heard and sighs, taking your hand and dragging you to an empty dance studio.

“i don’t care, y/n.” mark says after shutting the door, he hits the lights and lights the room in a dim way.

“what do you mean you don’t care, mark. what’s been up your ass this past week? being possessive, obsessive, clingy, bold and letting us get caught by haechan? you’re the one who started this, mark. sure, we fuck but you said no strings attached. stop tugging me in different directions and give me a full on answer!”

after your little rampage, mark grabs you by the jaw and slams his lips against yours. you kiss back and moan, ignoring the taste of blood mixing with his sweet watermelon chapstick.

marks hands move down to your breasts and he tugs down the stretch fabric. exposing your breasts and letting your nipples grow hard.

“fuck,” you mumble in between the kiss and drop your bag, it hits the floor with a thud.

mark grabs your leg and pins your thigh against his waist. you moan when feeling his hard bulge pressed against your thigh.

mark pulls away, biting his lip. “you taste so sweet.” he lifts you off the ground and brings you over to the couch.

“can you be a good girl and ride me?” you bite your lip and slide off marks lap. you kick off your shoes and undress yourself all while mark pushes down his sweats and frees his hard-on.

with excitement bursting through every part of your body, you climb back on marks lap and sink yourself down his cock.

with moans coming from both you and mark, you bounce your hips slowly. taking in the thickness and length of mark.

“you feel so good, markie.” you moan and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

you squeal when mark lands a spank on your ass. “you’re doing so well for me, baby.” mark groans, cupping your ass with his hands and giving your ass more spanks.

you roll your hips side to side and in circles. every now and then, clenching around mark who’d groan every time you did that.

mark reaches in his pocket and pulls out his phone. “wh— what’re you doing?” you ask while panting and slowing your hips down.

“can i record this?” you look behind you to see your ass pushed out with mark inside you, the view in the mirror was amazing.

“yes,” you turn back to mark.

mark hits the record button and spanks you, you let out a moan and jerk forward. the head of marks cock stays out inside you before mark pushes down your hips.

“oohh, fuck.” you sigh, the thickness of mark filling you up oh, so perfectly.

you bounce your hips and hug mark to your chest, his mouth collecting your nipple. you moan and arch your back, pushing your breast more into his face.

mark brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks on his finger. you gasp and slow down your hips when feeling mark push a finger into your ass. “mark,” you whisper. “i’m sorry,” he pulls his finger away from you. “i should’ve asked first.”

you look down at him. “no.. it’s fine, i.. liked it.” mark smiles a little and circles your rim before pushing in gently.

you pick up your pace and bounce your hips in the same pace as before.

“fuck,” mark growls and stops recording. he tosses his phone aside and picks you up, gently setting you aside and then pulling you off the couch with him.

mark kicks off his shoes and steps out of his sweats.

“i want you to watch me fuck you.” mark pulls you in front of him with his hands on your naked hips.

mark knocks your legs apart and bends you forward. he grabs his cock and looks at you through the mirror. “watch, alright?” you nod and stumble forward when feeling mark push into you.

“oh, fuck.” you moan, hands on your knees while you watch as mark lifts his shirt, tucking it under his chin and showing off his shaded abs.

mark holds your hips with both his hands and fucks into you. his hips already roughly pounding into you. your loose hair bouncing with every thrust.

“you feel so good, y/n. so fuckin’ good.” mark moans and tilts his hips to the side, giving himself a good view of his cock slipping in and out of you.

mark hisses and pinches your hips while thrusting his hips. his hands coming up and grabbing your shoulders, pulling them back and tucking his arms under yours.

your back to his chest, your breasts bouncing freely, you on your tiptoes and your hands grabbing marks nape.

“fuck, baby.” mark hugs your waist with one arm and uses the other hand to rub your clit.

your knees buckle and your moans fill up the room. you free mark and you fall forward, knees bent and hands on them while mark still fucks you.

“you’re so perfect.” you clench around him and squeeze your knees together. “i—i’m cumming.. god, i’m gonna fucking cum.” you mumble, eyebrows pinching together as you frown.

“yeah, baby. cum on my cock. show me how good i fuckin’ make you feel.” without being told another time, you cum.

creaming all over marks cock before he shoots into you without warning. “fuck— mark!” he pulls out and jerks himself on your back.

mark pulls you up and turns you to him. “so,” he sighs and holds your waist. “how’s that for an answer?” you bite your lip and look down, trying to hide your flushed face.

mark grabs your jaw and makes you look him in the eyes, his eyebrows flicking up once, asking you to answer.

“it’s a.. good way to answer.” mark kisses you with a giggle. “exactly, now let me clean you up then we can go get dinner and talk about this whole situation.”

“so, you like me.” you say, chewing down your chicken drumstick.

mark snorts, “and, you like me.”

you look to the side and grab your cola can, chugging a bit down and sighing at the fizzy after taste in your throat.

mark sets down his chicken breast and grabs a small onion ring. “miss y/n,” you look down at his hand and snort. “will you do the honors and be my one and only girlfriend.”

mark holds the onion ring with two hands and touches his chin to his chest. “i, (last name) y/n, will do the honors and be your one and only girlfriend.” you hold out your hand and mark slides the onion ring on your middle finger.

“cute.” you examine the onion ring.

“look at me, baby.” you look up to see mark holding his phone up in a position that said he was ready to take a photo.

you hold your hand with the onion ring next to your face and you smile big.

“say, cheeseee!” mark says.

“cheeseee!” you repeat after him with a giggle.

when seeing mark lower his phone, you lower your hand. “you’re so beautiful.” mark giggles and shows you the photo. “you’re good at taking pictures.”

“i’m even better at taking videos. you should see the one i took earlier.” you gasp.

the video he took earlier in the practice room!

“you better delete that, mark lee!” you whisper in a hushed tone. “but, send it to me before you do.”

mark reaches over the table and rubs your cheek, you lean into his touch before he hands disappears. “wha— mark!” you tsk and smack his hand away when feeling his hand cup your breast.

“we’re in public, you perv!” you repeated push his hand away when mark comes back for more. “that’s never stopped us before, has it?”

“oh, shut up! do not touch, mister mark lee.” you back up with your hands crossed in front of your chest.

“i’ll always have access later.” mark says with a shrug.

AN| pt.2 | just like my PUNCH post, it literally has ALMOST nothing to do with the title. i tried to including it but i only tried to include it after i wrote everything and it just didn’t work out for me. but, omg i’ve been so obsessed with ‘Do Not Touch’ by MISAMO. it’s me and sneakylinks current new song beside ‘New Jeans’ by NewJeans. anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this even though it got very sloppy in the end (i really wasn’t feeling the ending). love you all and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while ago.. i only just answered this now.. sorry, love you! <3

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