Mark’s absolutely, one hundred percent the loudest guy in the whole universe when it comes to pleasure. You literally cannot do shit in public, as the second your hand is on his dick or your lips are wrapped around it he’s moaning like no one’s business.
So it’s not a surprise when you decide to tease him one day before a concert that he gets angry.
“Really?” He hisses, pushing your hand from his thigh. “Now? We go on stage in like twenty minutes and I’m nervous.”
You smile softly at him. “Exactly. You’ve debuted like one hundred times already. You shouldn’t be nervous. Let me help you.”
He glances away from the other members, just a few feet away, and then back to you. “I’m loud, especially when you use your mouth.”
You grin, but try not to let your ego grow. Of course he wouldn’t outright deny you when you were actually offering to give him something. “We’ll do it in the way back. Everybody is over here, worrying over the stuff on stage. No one will hear us.”
He already looks like he’s imagining all of the things the two of you could do when no one could hear. He licks his lips and shuts his eyes for a fraction of a second. “Please, you know I can never say no to you.”
“I mean we don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to suck you off. You can just suffer with this anxiety until you get on stage. That’s cool.” You shrug. You still really want to do it because you know it’ll lead to more after the concert. It’ll make him want more and get through the concert with motivation.
He groans. “You’re an ass. I want to feel you now. What do I tell the members?”
You glance at the others to see that the only person paying the two of you any mind is Ten. He looks at the hand you had placed on Mark’s thigh very close to his crotch. He raises his eyebrows. You wink. He blushes and looks away.
“They don’t need to know where you are.” You say, grabbing his hand and tugging the both of you off of the couch. The bottom of your stomach is boiling with excitement, and you know that you’re going to have a lot of fun watching Mark try to keep it together.
“I h-have to make it quick.” Mark stutters, his ears burning. He follows you though he knows he might regret it, but for some reason he likes the fear. He likes wondering what will happen if someone catches the two of you. What his members will think if they find you with your mouth around his cock. It makes him twitch in his jeans.
You feel like teasing him, so you giggle. “I’m sure it won’t take long.”
He scoffs, and as soon as you round a dark corner into an empty hallway, he pushes you against the wall and kisses you. His hand curls around your neck and the other goes to your hip to pull your waist closer to his. His tongue is instantly poking at your lips, and you involuntarily open your mouth to let him in. You’re suddenly aware of how much you want him too, and the urge to ditch the entire thing is strong in your mind. You grip his shirt and accidentally moan into his mouth.
He pulls back and curses. “You’re so hot. Ugh, I hate you. You know I literally love to fuck you into the next day when I’m stressed and worried. You’re just too good to leave hanging.”
You gasp at all the sudden praise and buck your hips into his. “Don’t worry about me, Mark. We’ll have enough time when the concerts over.”
He groans and brings both of his hands to your cheeks. “Energy, though. I don’t know if I’ll have that.”
You reach your fingers out and brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “Don’t worry about that, baby. Lucky for you, I don’t have to dance my heart out. Energy is something I’ll have.”
He smiles softly. “You’re the love of my life.”
You giggle as his forehead falls against yours. Your hand slowly falls to press against his bulge “Because I’m good at sex?”
“No because you’re absolutely beautiful and wonderful and I love you.” He mumbles, suddenly pulling back with his cheeks stained red. “Ew, I’m so cheesy.”
It is pretty cheesy, but for some reason it makes you really want to suck his dick even more. You kiss him this time with so much force he stumbles back into the middle of the hallway. He tries to pull back when he notices that you can hear people very close, but you don’t budge and instead keep kissing him, beginning to walk backwards even further down the hallway. Your lips detach for a fraction of a second as you pull him around another corner and he moans.
“Do you really want to or do you feel obligated to suck me off after what I said?” He asks as you push him against the wall and begin to kiss his neck.
You lick your way up his throat. You whisper, “I really want to.”
He moans out and his fingers rush to push into your lush hair. He grabs a fistful gently and pulls you back to kiss your lips. You cut the kiss short when he tugs on your hair again, and sink to your knees. Mark is eagerly awaiting you and already has his belt unbuckled. You adjust yourself so your knees don’t absolutely ache, but know the possibility of bruising is inescapable. You press your palm against his hardening dick and grin. Oh, the little things you did to get Mark Lee hard under your touch.
He’s trying desperately to hold back his moans as you palm him nice and slow while using your other hand to pull down the back of his jeans. His breath is bated and he is absolutely so in love with the mere thought of you going through such lengths to please him. You don’t waste time in yanking down his pants after you’ve feel satisfied with his state, licking your lips at the mere sight of his dick. He can’t contain his moans when you finally wrap your hands around him, his hand automatically lifting to your hair and the other curled into a fist.
“You gotta be quiet, Marky.” You tease, languidly stroking him. “We aren’t too far and you know what’ll happen if we get caught.”
He hisses and his eyes, which are screwed shut, open to glare at you. You know it’s because he hates when you tease him too much. “You know what-“
You lick a stripe along his shaft and he bites his lip harshly to stop his words from turning into a shout. A breath of air leaves his nose and his fingers become shaky in your hair. You love this. Making him so weak for you. Of course you love it when Mark likes to take control, but this is a whole other high. His eyes fall shut again, and his fingers grip your hair tightly. His other hand goes to cup your cheek.
You finally take him into your mouth, salivating at the taste of him. His hips buck into you at the feeling of your wet mouth and he groans as you easily turn him into mush between your fingers. (Or better put, between your teeth.) You push his hips backwards as he tries to fuck your mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs.
You pull back. “Can you not, like, do that? We’re trying to be quiet, remember?”
It’s just you, being cautious. You know that if he starts to do things that make you horny too you’ll be in the hallway longer than planned. He grunts, “I’m trying to make things quick! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
You don’t let him finish his whining and begin to take him, pumping your fist over what your mouth can’t take. Mark sounds like he’s possibly in heaven, and maybe he is since it’s been a while since you’ve given him head. You’re so turned on by the heavenly sounds he makes you have to try and drown them out. It’s almost impossible, because as your speed varies so does the volume of his moans. And at this rate, you feel like the entire venue will know you’re giving Mark Lee the best head he’s ever had backstage.
For some reason, when you know he’s feeling the best, he stops you and nudges you to get up from the floor. You don’t even have time to wipe your mouth before he’s heaving you up. You’re flush against his chest and you can feel the intense heat that’s radiating from his body (and his cheeks, oh lord he is about as red as a tomato), and his lips are pressed together.
“What?” You ask, heart racing. “What happened? I know you didn’t finish-“
He presses his finger to your lips. “I heard footsteps around the corner. Aw, fuck I literally can’t control my sounds, I told you this was a bad idea-“
You cut him off by presses your lips to his in a feverish kiss. You know that any sane person would confront the two of you after. No one in their right mind who knew what you were doing would come around willingly. Whoever was out there wanted to hear what you were doing. It takes Mark a second to respond, and even his kiss is hesitant.
Your hand travels down and you grab his dick, slick with your spit, and begin to jerk him off. The second a sound starts to leave his lips you swallow it in your mouth, pressing your tongue against his. His hips are free to buck into your hand, and he grips your wrist tightly, though you know he doesn’t want you to stop. His other hand pushes your cheek away and the second your mouth leaves his a deliciously loud moan pierces the air, making you groan. You press your unoccupied palm against his mouth and shake your head.
“Mark, baby, you gotta keep it down. You don’t want anyone coming over here and seeing how fucked you are just by me giving your pretty dick a hand job, do you?” You whisper into his neck, a smirk on your lips.
A muffled, high-pitched ‘no’ can be heard from behind your hand, which makes you squeeze his dick just a little tighter. You speed up the pace, knowing that you’ve probably already wasted enough time, and place your lips on his neck. Marks, of course, are forbidden, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t kiss his neck just the way he likes it. You peck his neck until your lips reach his sweet spot, where you sink your teeth into his delicate skin. If possible, his noises are even harder to contain. You don’t bite down too hard, but your teeth are just deep enough to elicit another muffled moan.
You swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock and wait a few seconds before kissing his neck one last time.
You your lips to his ear. “Come on, Mark. Show me just how good you feel.”
Mark thrusts into your fist one last time before he’s spilling cum all over your fingers. His head swirls and his breath is hard to catch. His hands go limp. His entire body seems to be consumed by this feeling. God, he loves hand jobs, and blow jobs, and any kind of sexual touch when it’s with you. You are literally his biggest weakness.
You smile and peck his lips. “That’s a good boy.”
His eyes shoot open and he reaches out to remove your hand from his sensitive cock. His grip is a little stronger than it has to be. “Oh, no. That’s enough nick names. We’ll have time after the show for that.”
He lets your hand go and you smirk, pulling your coated fingers to your mouth. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
You couldn’t help but think that he was sexy. I mean, he was. He had black hair that tumbled across his forehead, eyes that crinkled when he laughed, and a nose that scrunched when he was feeling embarrassed. Lee Jeno was the whole package.
Unfortnately he was taken.
By the most ironic candidate possible. Your brother.
Normally, it was a good thing that Jaemin was your brother. He was reliable and funny, and extremely caring and loving. He was the peanut butter to your jelly. And he was also the bad to your luck.
He had gotten to Jeno before you could. He had sat next to him in class and ‘coincidentally’ debuted under the same group as him. He had all the luck with the boy of your dreams.
And now they were officially dating and holding hands between dance practices and sharing kisses behind closet doors.
You couldn’t help but feel envious. And the slightest bit lonely. You had always considered Jeno the love of your life as a sort of coping mechanism when you hurt, but recently you realized that he wasn’t, and it made your only upbeat thought disappear. So you had no way of coping.
All of these thoughts would only cloud your mind stronger during times like this, when you were forced to watched interactions between Jaemin and Jeno from afar and only hope that something good would come up in your life to make you just as happy. Like now, as you sat backstage at one of Dreams We Go Up stages, stuffing your face with chocolate filled marshmallows and frowning deeply.
You just wanted to beat your meat a little. They were just too cute to handle.
You threw a wrapper behind your head and sighed loudly as Jeno and Jaemin shared another visible loveable grin at one another as they danced.
“Ugh.” You groaned to yourself.
You continued watching for a second, still wallowing, when something smashed harshly into the back of your head. You fell forward and cursed as you landed forehead-first.
“Hey!” You yelled as you tried to push yourself up. You looked to see the cleaning lady, glaring at you with her broom poised in the air like she was ready to strike again at any moment. “What the hell?”
She sniffed. “Don’t throw wrappers like that then, idiot boy. There’s a trash can for a reason, didn’t your mother ever treat you manners!”
You glared as she walked away and rubbed the back of your head. “Bitch.” You whispered under your breath.
You settled back into the couch you were previously on and returned your eyes back to the TV broadcasting the performance live. You were confused to see that there was another group on the stage now.
“What the-”
“Hyung !”
You jumped and turned to see that Dream was coming from the other end of the room, having just changed from their sweaty performance uniforms.
He was the first thing you saw. He looked heavenly. His hair was still slightly damp and his face was tinted pink from adrenaline. You looked away from Jeno and to the person who called you.
“Hi Jisung-ah,” You smiled softly. “You guys did great!”
“It didn’t look like you were paying attention.” Mark snorted. “It looks like the cleaning lady-”
You glared at Mark. “When are you gonna graduate Mark? And stop making me miserable?”
Mark shut his mouth in surprise before narrowing his eyes. “Listen, just because you’re debuting under WayV doesn’t mean you’ll get rid of me that easily.”
“Yeah. Unfortunately. But it beats not getting rid of you at all.” You snapped, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.
Jaemin let out a loud, not very subtle sigh. “Guys.”
Jaemin hated when you fought with his fellow members. Well, you only ever fought with Mark, but you occasionally got into it as well with Renjun. But it wasn’t your fault Mark was the most annoying person on earth. He had made it his mission to make you miserable since the day you and Jaemin came into the company. Even more when you both got put into the same group.
You were ecstatic when SM decided to put you into NCT’s Chinese unit. Contrary to your happiness, though, being away from Mark gave you more reason to focus on your unrequited love for Jeno, which wasn’t so good.
“Ooooh, who was eating marshmallow chocolates?” Jeno asked suddenly, moving from Jaemin’s side quickly to the spot beside you. He grabbed your pack of candy and took a marshmallow. He turned his attention to you. “These are my favorite.”
You knew that already, of course. Jeno knew that you knew too. You had introduced him to them.
“Yeah.” You replied weakly. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach. So not only was Jaemin stealing Jeno romantically, but he was also making him forget about the small moments you cherished with him of friendship. “I got to use the bathroom.”
You stood from the couch and stumbled your way to the bathroom, your face going red and your eyes burning. You looked back halfway and saw that Jaemin had sat in your spot and was happily munching on a shared candy with Jeno.
You looked away and entered the nearest room you saw. You shot through the door slammed it shut behind you, darkness swallowing your eyesight. You fumbled for a light switch and squinted when you succeeded.
You found yourself in an empty dressing room with only an empty vanity and a dusty blue velvet couch. You let yourself fall on the cushions and began to cry. You hated yourself for feeling this way about your brother, like his whole existence was toxic and you didn’t want him around you anymore. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know you liked Jeno first. It wasn’t his fault Jeno fell in love with him.
You hiccuped and rubbed the cuff of your jacket against your makeup less face. You probably looked like hell. But then again, what did it matter? No one bothered to look your way anyway.
There was absolute silence as you let the rest of the tears run down your cheeks. You looked at the ceiling and tried to stabalize your breathing. If your best friend Hendery saw you like this he would beat your ass.
He’d say, “All for what? A boy! You psycho bitch we live in a place where attractive boys with cute smiles are everywhere! Take advantage and stop being so fucking emo.”
You did need to stop being emo. It wasn’t good for your health. Your manager made you leave the dorm once because he thought you looked like a starved vampire.
The silence was suddenly cut off by a metallic rattle before the door to the dressing room burst open and none other than Mark Lee spilled in. Spilled as in he literally almost fell face first into the ground because he lost his footing.
“Aw shit!” He grunted, landing against the side of the couch.
You sat up and instantly wiped your face, hoping not to give too much away. You creased your brows at him. “What are you doing, idiot?”
Mark straightened himself out and huffed when he saw you. “Isn’t it obvious, stupid? I’m following you.”
You shut your mouth and narrowed your eyes at him. He rolled his eyes and moved to close and lock the door behind him.
“Is this the part where you murder me? Cuz at this point i wouldn’t mind.”
Mark leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes were full of an emotion you couldn’t quite pin and he licked his lips before chuckling.
“You don’t want to die, Y/N.” Mark stated. “Plus, do you know who you’re talking to? I wouldn’t be able to murder you even if I wanted to.”
“But I’m pretty sure you do, and determined people are the scariest.” You said, looking away from his intense stare.
You had never been alone with Mark like this. The moment that door had closed the whole air in the room had changed and you felt like the soles of your shoes were sending electric currents throughout your body.
“That’s not true. You’re just annoying sometimes.” Mark said bluntly. He stayed against the door and looked at the musty ceiling. “Cute people tend to be the most annoying.”
You felt your stomach twist and your eyes shot to his. He didn’t look at you, he just kept his eyes trained on the ceiling. It took everything in you not to laugh out loud. “Cute? Yeah right.”
You suddenly felt the strings in your heart strumming their sad tune again. Jeno once called you cute because you always peeled the crust off of your bread. He had even once done it for you. But you didn’t feel cute at all.
Mark looked down at you when you sighed and let yourself fall back into the cushions of the couch. It seemed he knew what was going on in your mind. He took a breath between gritted teeth. “You know you’re going to have to get over him eventually.”
You weren’t even phased at this point. You were pretty sure that everyone except Jaemin and Jeno saw how distraught you were that they were dating. You looked over at him, strands of hair falling into your eyes. “I hope that day comes soon.”
Mark’s eyes stayed trained on you, never leaving your recently died hair and your clean, makeup less skin. Then he scoffed. “You’re absolutely pathetic, you know that? And really fucking oblivious too, you know.”
You shot your in your chair, your eyebrows raising into your hairline. “What the hell did you just say?”
Mark rolled his eyes. “You heard me.”
You slapped the edge of the couch and walked over to Mark, slammed your fist into the space beside his head. Your eyes were full of years of fury. Over everything. God, Mark really did know how to trigger you.
“Listen, Mark. You can call me all the fucking names you want, but don’t ever call me pathetic. You have no idea how this feels. To love someone since day one only to find out that your only brother loves him too. So you stay quiet and let them love each other because their happiness matters more than yours. It’s painful. You don’t know the pain.”
Mark looked up into your eyes and let his jaw jut out. “You don’t know what I’ve been through, asshole. I do fucking know what you feel, because I had to watch my crush fall in love with one of my best friends. You know what’s more painful than having the person you love be happy with someone else? Watching them hurt because that person doesn’t realize their potential or see how much they deserve to be loved. Fuck you, because I love you and I don’t know how to fucking help you get over Jeno.”
Your arm fell back to your side as you soaked the words in. You looked down at him for a second. You would have never guessed. Maybe you that’s why he had always called you an idiot. Or maybe he was just lying to make you feel wanted. You felt doubt crash in your veins like a giant deadly wave.
You scoffed and picked up your hand to run it through your hair. “You’re lying.” You said.
You regretted it the moment it came out of your mouth. Mark looked angry. So fucking angry. It scared you, even though you were a whole three inches taller than him. You waited for him to throw a punch or slap you across the face. Either would be well deserved. Had you just told Mark Lee he was lying after he confessed his love for you?
His arms shot forward.
Yes you had.
But he didn’t hit you. You were more than surprised when he slapped both of his hands on your cheeks and pulled you down to his height.He looked into your eyes so passionately it made your breath hitch.
“I fucking love you, asshole. Don’t ever doubt me on that.”
And then he was kissing you. Oh fuck he was kissing you. And it was a good kiss too. His lips were soft, and a little moist from licking his lips like a maniac.
You registered this for a second before kissing him back. Your hands reached down to his sides and you gripped the baggy edges of his t-shirt. You never realized how much you needed someone to kiss you to forget about Jeno. In fact, he was the last thing on your mind as Mark kissed you hotly, his mouth opening and his tongue licking it’s way into your mouth as you gasped slightly for air.
You pushed his body against the door with your hips, wanting nothing more than to continue what was happening. However, Mark didn’t seem so keen on being pushed around, so he pulled away and pushed you back, glaring at you.
To be quite frank, it was fucking sexy.
You gasped as he pushed you again. Your knees hit the back of the sofa and you tumbled into the couch, not even having time to adjust yourself before Mark was climbing on top of you.
“Mark-”
Mark cut you off and kissed you again, setting his hands on your shoulders. You couldn’t help the small whine that left your mouth when he dug his nails into your shoulders and ground his hips down into yours.
“Mark-” You tried to say again.
Mark pulled back and gave you the most annoyed look ever.
“Do you never fucking shut up?” He hissed. “I’m trying to kiss you.”
You bit your lip slightly. “Is that all you’re trying to do?”
You had never seen Mark’s brown eyes look so black before. He licked his lips and shook his head so that his hair landed in his eyes. “Not if you want more.”
You found yourself licking your lips too, gazing as his slightly swollen pink ones.Then you sighed and looked to the side, your thoughts already ruining the moment.
“Mark, I want more, really. But it feels wrong if I do this if I don’t love you.” Mark’s heavy breathing stopped for a second before his jaw jutted out again and he tried his best to move himself off of your lap. “I didn’t finish. I like you Mark. I think you’re one of the hottest and cutest person I’ve ever seen. And you’re really sweet, well, not really to me, but I see why now and– anyways, what I’m trying to say is that I just want you to know that I like you, and I really think that if you give me enough time I might love you too, but right now… well I just wanted you to know in case this was a deal breaker. Maybe you want you continue this after a few dates? I’m all for continuing but I don’t know if you want to.”
Mark looked down at your hands that held his thighs so tightly, your thumbs so close to the zipper of his pants. He processed your words before saying, “I know that you don’t love me right now, but I can change that really quickly. So how about after this we go for dinner? I’m starved.”
You nodded and smiled softly at him. You lifted one of your hands to caress his cheek and found yourself suddenly blushing at the entire situation. “I would like that.”
Mark leaned down and kissed you again, his lips less aggressive and more soft. “Please don’t ever cry over Jeno again. I hate to see you that way.”
You nodded and smiled slightly. “Who’s Jeno?”
Mark smiled and placed his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunching slightly as he laughed. He shifted slightly to leave your lap and sit beside you, but he felt something hard rub against the inner part of his thigh and stopped, his smile dropping.
Your face flushed red and you tried to push him off forcefully but Mark wasn’t having it. He looked down at your half hard bulge and smirked.
You sighed heavily and shook your head. “Sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this and you really took me by surprise.”
Mark adjusted himself on your lap so he was comfortable again before leaning forward and kissing your lips. He started off with small pecks, kissing you and between each one giggling before going back in again. But when your hands reached lower on his thighs and squeezed, he kissed you harder.
You didn’t know what you wanted more. To stop and leave knowing that you didn’t just give it up to anyone or let Mark continue and see what exactly would happen.
“Mark-”
He pulled back and slowly ground his hips into your again, but this time you could feel that he was hard too. You could feel your fingers tingling at the feeling.
“Do you want to?” He asked. So genuinely concerned and so soft. He would actually leave himself hard for you.
You kissed him this time, bucking your hips up and letting out a soft moan. Mark groaned onto your lips before his own started to trail down your jaw and onto your neck. You were a mess under his pink lips, your breath coming out shaky and the occasional grunt or moan leaving your lips.
As Mark sucked purple bruises onto your neck his hand slipped down to your jeans, his hand undoing your button and zipper in one fast motion. Your fingers found themselves in his hair, tugging strands and scratching against his scalp softly.
“You’re so fucking hot, I hope you know that.” Mark whispered against your neck.
You actually believed it, the words coming from Mark’s mouth. Not like the times Jeno had complimented you only to turn his back and say the same exact thing to Jaemin. This made your cheeks go scarlet and you smiled again, reaching forward and nibbling slightly on Mark’s ear. He groaned hotly into your neck and bit down slightly on the dip of your collarbone.
“I don’t think we’ll have time for the both of us.” Mark panted. “We’re filming for our SImon Says video tomorrow. But I really want to keep touching you.”
You shook your head almost instantly. “It isn’t fair if we don’t both-”
Mark cut you off by beginning to palm your member, his own his sliding down slightly so that he was positioned on one of your thighs. You gasped and found yourself moaning into his ear.
Mark began to pant himself, his hips slowly sliding up and down on your thigh to get friction for himself. You felt this and your hands moved from his head down to his hips, helping Mark to grind himself down on you.
This time Mark moaned and it was so beautiful you felt your eyes rolling back at the sound. He dipped his hand into your boxers, finding your hard dick and gripping it tightly. He rubbed the tipe of his thumb over the head, making you moan the slightest bit louder. You really hoped that no one was looking for Mark in this area yet.
“They’re probably looking for you by now.” You voiced your fears and helped him pick the pace of his hips up, his moans getting faster and shorter.
He squeezed your dick hard and pumped it faster, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly again. Mark was so good at this it was weird knowing that he probably did a lot when you thought that he hated you. Probably practiced with a lot of boys. It didn’t matter to you, however. It made your heart beat faster knowing that he was here, doing it with you now. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard falling in love with him.
You kept helping Mark out on our thigh with one hand and moved the other to pull his lips into a kiss. He responded lightly, too into the action happening with his hips and your thighs. He groaned out, “I think I’m gonna cum soon.”
You nodded as he picked the pace up with his hand. “Me too. I really want to see your face when you cum, come on now, soil you pants for me.”
Mark grunted and with a few thrusts later he was doing just that. He stopped his hand and threw his head back to catch his breath. “Fuck.” He breathed.
You just watched him, smiling slightly as you looking at the growing dark spot on the front of his sweats. You smiled, not really expecting to finish you off. You were happy leaving like this, though not actually. You’d probably have to leave after Mark so that you could finish yourself off.
You began to pull his hand out of your boxers when he snapped out of it. He scrunched his eyebrows and shook his head. “No, I want you to cum.”
“That’s okay Mark, I don’t want anyone to try and walk in here and ending up hearing our moans.”
Mark stayed persistent. He slid down from your thigh and to sunk to his knees between your legs. “I want you to cum, so you’re gonna do it on my tongue.”
Your eyebrows shot up at these words and your dick twitched in between his fingers. This caused him to smirk as he began to slowly, and mindlessly pump you. “You want it, don’t you? You want to see your cum dripping on tongue and you want me to swallow every last bit.”
You found yourself groaning and throwing your head back. You really did want it. Mark took this as a go and slipped you out of your boxers. You adjusted your head and looked down as he took the head of your dick into his mouth, sucking lightly. He pumped the rest with his hand fast and rough, and it didn’t take long before you were cumming. He opened his mouth wide and let it all land on his tongue as he continued jerking his wrist. You moaned loudly at the sight, and Mark milked you for every last drop you gave him.
“Holy fuck.” You sighed, letting your head drop again.
Mark swallowed everything like he said and fixed you back up. Once the zipper of your pants was closed he leaned over your head and tilted his own to the side. “So are we still on for that date?”
You peeped your eyes open and grinned up at him. “Fuck yeah.”
He grinned and leaned forward questionably. You gave him a quick peck that made him giggle. “I gotta go.”
“Bye Mark Lee.” You whispered.
“Bye. Y/N.” Mark smiled.
As Mark walked away you heard him whiser to himself. “Now what the fuck am I supposed to tell everyone this is?”
~
Bonus:
You walked into the area you had been previously, your breathing regulated and your cheeks still pink but less red than before.
“Hyung, hyung!” Chenle screamed at you from the couch. Everyone looked back and looked your way, making you laugh nervously. “You missed it! Mark hyung peed his pants!”
You looked over towards where Chenle’s finger was pointing and saw Mark with at a table, using one of the stylists blow dryer to try and dry the spot on his pants. He was already looking at you, the biggest blush on his face. It looked like he was trying his best to look angry.
You laughed as you approached the others. Haechan’s eyes flickered between you and Mark before he narrowed them. “Hey, WAIT WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?!”
You grabbed at your neck and your eyes popped wide. The second person to react was Jaemin. “WHAT THE FUCK!”
You stumbled over your words before you darted away to the entrance.
You and Mark had a lot of explaining to do.
~~~ so my first completed male reader smut! how was it? (probably terrible)
PSA: WE NEED MORE MALE READER INSERTS FLUFF AND SMUT i may be a female but i really do think that it’s very stupid that female is default when it comes to things like this
Genre: Fluff I still dont know if it has a plot lol
Relationship with reader: Mark has a crush on you (but you clueless). He was a friend of a friend but the both of you sometimes talk,
Quick Summary: Mark has been having a hard time with Physics, so Hyuck decided to let you tutor Mark since he cares for his friend (but also to hopefully get the both of you together).
Warning: The usual cursing.
A/N: I decided to write a Mark one considering that this boy has been in my mind lately lol help me. This is an Au where the dreamies are friends of the reader. This is dedicated to @hyu-no cuz he supported me to make this mark fic and also because he understands how rare Mark x male reader fics are :’). Thank you so much to everyone who supported my Minghao drabble and I hope that yall would support this too. Also I would like to thank this bitch @livingheartimes for proof reading, although it is still possible that its no completely perfect cuz I’m a dumb bitch and I hate apostrophes UwU.
Ps: Lets just pretend they are about the same age (since this is an Au anyways lol)
“you’re doing so well, baby,” you mumble, dragging your fingernails down his back as you pound into him.
mark chokes out a moan. it’s broken and whiny, and it wavers with your thrusts. “holy shit,” he breathes as he strokes himself to your rhythm. he sounds almost like he’s crying, “feels so fucking good.”
you pull out of him, flipping him onto his back and reentering him swiftly. you remove his hand from his leaking cock and put it on his knee, replacing it with your own as he holds his legs up to give you full access. you keep your pace with both your hips and your wrist, watching the tears slip from his eyes as you run your finger over his swollen tip.
“fucking- oh- fuck,” mark cries out as you angle your hips up, “gonna cum, holy fuck- i-i’m cumming.”
you don’t let up. you keep pumping his cock until you’re sure you’ve milked every last drop of cum onto his chest. he slowly lets go of his legs, his muscles still twitching as his entire body continues to shudder.
mark hisses through his teeth as you flatten your tongue on his stomach, lapping up his sweat and essence from his skin, and he combs his fingers through your hair, his chest still heaving.
“thank you,” he breathes as you collapse against him, “for convincing me to try that.”
Mark loves seeing you unravel underneath him, his slender fingers pumping your length before taking you in his mouth, slowly at first then eagerly taking in all of you. His hand gripping your thigh, his cock throbbing at the sound of you moaning, your hips bucking making him choke on your dick as you cum in his mouth, looking down and watching him swallow your seed and smile brightly at you
Mark’s absolutely, one hundred percent the loudest guy in the whole universe when it comes to pleasure. You literally cannot do shit in public, as the second your hand is on his dick or your lips are wrapped around it he’s moaning like no one’s business.
So it’s not a surprise when you decide to tease him one day before a concert that he gets angry.
“Really?” He hisses, pushing your hand from his thigh. “Now? We go on stage in like twenty minutes and I’m nervous.”
You smile softly at him. “Exactly. You’ve debuted like one hundred times already. You shouldn’t be nervous. Let me help you.”
He glances away from the other members, just a few feet away, and then back to you. “I’m loud, especially when you use your mouth.”
You grin, but try not to let your ego grow. Of course he wouldn’t outright deny you when you were actually offering to give him something. “We’ll do it in the way back. Everybody is over here, worrying over the stuff on stage. No one will hear us.”
He already looks like he’s imagining all of the things the two of you could do when no one could hear. He licks his lips and shuts his eyes for a fraction of a second. “Please, you know I can never say no to you.”
“I mean we don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to suck you off. You can just suffer with this anxiety until you get on stage. That’s cool.” You shrug. You still really want to do it because you know it’ll lead to more after the concert. It’ll make him want more and get through the concert with motivation.
He groans. “You’re an ass. I want to feel you now. What do I tell the members?”
You glance at the others to see that the only person paying the two of you any mind is Ten. He looks at the hand you had placed on Mark’s thigh very close to his crotch. He raises his eyebrows. You wink. He blushes and looks away.
“They don’t need to know where you are.” You say, grabbing his hand and tugging the both of you off of the couch. The bottom of your stomach is boiling with excitement, and you know that you’re going to have a lot of fun watching Mark try to keep it together.
“I h-have to make it quick.” Mark stutters, his ears burning. He follows you though he knows he might regret it, but for some reason he likes the fear. He likes wondering what will happen if someone catches the two of you. What his members will think if they find you with your mouth around his cock. It makes him twitch in his jeans.
You feel like teasing him, so you giggle. “I’m sure it won’t take long.”
He scoffs, and as soon as you round a dark corner into an empty hallway, he pushes you against the wall and kisses you. His hand curls around your neck and the other goes to your hip to pull your waist closer to his. His tongue is instantly poking at your lips, and you involuntarily open your mouth to let him in. You’re suddenly aware of how much you want him too, and the urge to ditch the entire thing is strong in your mind. You grip his shirt and accidentally moan into his mouth.
He pulls back and curses. “You’re so hot. Ugh, I hate you. You know I literally love to fuck you into the next day when I’m stressed and worried. You’re just too good to leave hanging.”
You gasp at all the sudden praise and buck your hips into his. “Don’t worry about me, Mark. We’ll have enough time when the concerts over.”
He groans and brings both of his hands to your cheeks. “Energy, though. I don’t know if I’ll have that.”
You reach your fingers out and brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “Don’t worry about that, baby. Lucky for you, I don’t have to dance my heart out. Energy is something I’ll have.”
He smiles softly. “You’re the love of my life.”
You giggle as his forehead falls against yours. Your hand slowly falls to press against his bulge “Because I’m good at sex?”
“No because you’re absolutely beautiful and wonderful and I love you.” He mumbles, suddenly pulling back with his cheeks stained red. “Ew, I’m so cheesy.”
It is pretty cheesy, but for some reason it makes you really want to suck his dick even more. You kiss him this time with so much force he stumbles back into the middle of the hallway. He tries to pull back when he notices that you can hear people very close, but you don’t budge and instead keep kissing him, beginning to walk backwards even further down the hallway. Your lips detach for a fraction of a second as you pull him around another corner and he moans.
“Do you really want to or do you feel obligated to suck me off after what I said?” He asks as you push him against the wall and begin to kiss his neck.
You lick your way up his throat. You whisper, “I really want to.”
He moans out and his fingers rush to push into your lush hair. He grabs a fistful gently and pulls you back to kiss your lips. You cut the kiss short when he tugs on your hair again, and sink to your knees. Mark is eagerly awaiting you and already has his belt unbuckled. You adjust yourself so your knees don’t absolutely ache, but know the possibility of bruising is inescapable. You press your palm against his hardening dick and grin. Oh, the little things you did to get Mark Lee hard under your touch.
He’s trying desperately to hold back his moans as you palm him nice and slow while using your other hand to pull down the back of his jeans. His breath is bated and he is absolutely so in love with the mere thought of you going through such lengths to please him. You don’t waste time in yanking down his pants after you’ve feel satisfied with his state, licking your lips at the mere sight of his dick. He can’t contain his moans when you finally wrap your hands around him, his hand automatically lifting to your hair and the other curled into a fist.
“You gotta be quiet, Marky.” You tease, languidly stroking him. “We aren’t too far and you know what’ll happen if we get caught.”
He hisses and his eyes, which are screwed shut, open to glare at you. You know it’s because he hates when you tease him too much. “You know what-“
You lick a stripe along his shaft and he bites his lip harshly to stop his words from turning into a shout. A breath of air leaves his nose and his fingers become shaky in your hair. You love this. Making him so weak for you. Of course you love it when Mark likes to take control, but this is a whole other high. His eyes fall shut again, and his fingers grip your hair tightly. His other hand goes to cup your cheek.
You finally take him into your mouth, salivating at the taste of him. His hips buck into you at the feeling of your wet mouth and he groans as you easily turn him into mush between your fingers. (Or better put, between your teeth.) You push his hips backwards as he tries to fuck your mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs.
You pull back. “Can you not, like, do that? We’re trying to be quiet, remember?”
It’s just you, being cautious. You know that if he starts to do things that make you horny too you’ll be in the hallway longer than planned. He grunts, “I’m trying to make things quick! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
You don’t let him finish his whining and begin to take him, pumping your fist over what your mouth can’t take. Mark sounds like he’s possibly in heaven, and maybe he is since it’s been a while since you’ve given him head. You’re so turned on by the heavenly sounds he makes you have to try and drown them out. It’s almost impossible, because as your speed varies so does the volume of his moans. And at this rate, you feel like the entire venue will know you’re giving Mark Lee the best head he’s ever had backstage.
For some reason, when you know he’s feeling the best, he stops you and nudges you to get up from the floor. You don’t even have time to wipe your mouth before he’s heaving you up. You’re flush against his chest and you can feel the intense heat that’s radiating from his body (and his cheeks, oh lord he is about as red as a tomato), and his lips are pressed together.
“What?” You ask, heart racing. “What happened? I know you didn’t finish-“
He presses his finger to your lips. “I heard footsteps around the corner. Aw, fuck I literally can’t control my sounds, I told you this was a bad idea-“
You cut him off by presses your lips to his in a feverish kiss. You know that any sane person would confront the two of you after. No one in their right mind who knew what you were doing would come around willingly. Whoever was out there wanted to hear what you were doing. It takes Mark a second to respond, and even his kiss is hesitant.
Your hand travels down and you grab his dick, slick with your spit, and begin to jerk him off. The second a sound starts to leave his lips you swallow it in your mouth, pressing your tongue against his. His hips are free to buck into your hand, and he grips your wrist tightly, though you know he doesn’t want you to stop. His other hand pushes your cheek away and the second your mouth leaves his a deliciously loud moan pierces the air, making you groan. You press your unoccupied palm against his mouth and shake your head.
“Mark, baby, you gotta keep it down. You don’t want anyone coming over here and seeing how fucked you are just by me giving your pretty dick a hand job, do you?” You whisper into his neck, a smirk on your lips.
A muffled, high-pitched ‘no’ can be heard from behind your hand, which makes you squeeze his dick just a little tighter. You speed up the pace, knowing that you’ve probably already wasted enough time, and place your lips on his neck. Marks, of course, are forbidden, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t kiss his neck just the way he likes it. You peck his neck until your lips reach his sweet spot, where you sink your teeth into his delicate skin. If possible, his noises are even harder to contain. You don’t bite down too hard, but your teeth are just deep enough to elicit another muffled moan.
You swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock and wait a few seconds before kissing his neck one last time.
You your lips to his ear. “Come on, Mark. Show me just how good you feel.”
Mark thrusts into your fist one last time before he’s spilling cum all over your fingers. His head swirls and his breath is hard to catch. His hands go limp. His entire body seems to be consumed by this feeling. God, he loves hand jobs, and blow jobs, and any kind of sexual touch when it’s with you. You are literally his biggest weakness.
You smile and peck his lips. “That’s a good boy.”
His eyes shoot open and he reaches out to remove your hand from his sensitive cock. His grip is a little stronger than it has to be. “Oh, no. That’s enough nick names. We’ll have time after the show for that.”
He lets your hand go and you smirk, pulling your coated fingers to your mouth. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
• summary: request – shy mark trying to confess to a trainee + getting teased by nct • pairing: mark lee x male!reader • word count: 1032 • warnings: ughhh a joke about puke and a joke about killing your friends for being a**holes? • to do
• summary: you’re a nct member and mark’s best friend, you’re the same age as him and considered to be a part of the ‘tall and broad member line’ (like johnny or lucas). you and mark share a brotherly friendship, you cuddle and hug without any problem until one day mark realizes he’s in love with you after a heart-warming event and starts to distance himself from you until you confront him about it • pairing: mark lee x male!reader • word count: 2695 •to do
“Y/n, come over right now.” Lucas said down the phone.
“Oh my god what happened, are you hurt?!” You said panicked
“Worse. I miss you.”
“Awww Lucas! Ok I’m coming but only because I find this extremely adorable. But don’t ever call me at 2 o’clock in the morning again.” You said.
You got in your car and made you way over to the dorms
Luckily taeyong let you have a spare key, when you walked in you saw ten sat in the couch watching a movie.
“Hey t-“
“He’s in his room, just don’t do anything to noisy if you get what I mean.” Ten said smirking
“W-what, n-no it’s not like that at all I just came to-“ you stuttered
“Ok, ok I get it! Just go to him I’m sure he’s getting lonely without you.” Ten said laughing at your flustered state
You quickly ran off trying to hide your red cheeks.
“Y/n?” Lucas said as you opened to door
You could see him sat up in his bed
He patted the space next to him and walked towards his bed.
“What’s y/n doing here?” A sleepy kun said from the bed on the other side of the small room.
“She’s here to cuddle with me, just go back to sleep.” Lucas said in a calm whisper
Kun did as he was told and immediately fell asleep.
“Lucky I stayed in my pyjamas.” You said climbing into the bed next to him.
“Well I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t come in your pyjamas because then you would have to wear one of my t-shirts which look amazing on you.” Lucas said poking your sides teasingly.
You laughed. Lucas snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer to him.
You rested your head against his chest and he moved onto his back so he was more comfortable.
He placed a gentle kiss on your head as your body relaxed next to his
The sound of Lucas’ heartbeat filled your ears and you layed there. You matched your breathing to his as he exhaled and inhaled.
“I don’t tell you this often…” Lucas whispered suddenly
“But your beautiful.”
“Lucas…” you began to speak
“And I love you..” his heart rate quickened as the words left his mouth. This is the first time he’d ever said those three words to you.
“That’s good, because I love you too,” you managed to say. You felt him give out a sigh of relief as you confirmed your feelings.
He squeezed you tighter into his side
“What do you think our kids will look like?” He said out of the blue
“Well… if we have a boy I hope he’s as handsome and tall as you-“ You said
“And if we have a girl I want her to be as smart and beautiful as you. But if she had to inherit anything from me I hope she could be bilingual.” Lucas said looking up at the ceiling and invisioning his future.
“But we are both bilingual…” you let out a small chuckle
“Yeah, I guess we are.” He laughed aswell
The room went silent again after the laughter died down
“Ten is out in the living room watching a movie…” you said trying to indicate that you thought you should check up on him.
“Do you want to join him?” Lucas asked proping himself up on his elbows.
“Could we?” You asked.
Lucas suddenly be more awake as he hoped over you and out the bed. He then scooped you up and carried you out of the room.
You found ten still up watching movies, Lucas placed you on the couch next to him and sat down beside you.
“Oh hey lovebirds.” Ten said in shock
“Hey” Lucas said settling into the couch and wrapping an arm around your waist.
You leaned into him and rested your head on his shoulder.
The three of you fell asleep on the couch and woke up the next day to find all the other members taking pictures and laughing at you
Lucas obviously started posing for the camera but you hid your face shyly
As for ten, he didn’t wake up for another two hours.
• summary: lucas is secretly in love with you, and he expresses that love by constantly teasing you for being short • pairing: wong lucas x male!reader • word count: 1691 • to do
