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Sweet Release | Lee Haechan.

summary: haechan tries to keep his composure on Instagram live in your shared hotel room, as you give him the head he deserves after an undeniably, and physically demanding concert performance.

Genre: smut (mdni) 18+ warnings! ⟶ nsfw, handjob, cum eating, sulky haechan, oral, sexually descriptive, reader cries while swallowing. Word Count: 0.7k

Thinking about Haechan being dumbfounded as you delicately pump his cock behind the phone he holds with his sweaty palm. Fingers decorated in his favorite silver rings you wished were around your neck instead.

His pretty head leans on the cushioned headboard, eyes dazed behind his clear glasses from him being deliciously coated in your warm slick for the past three minutes or so. Moistened pink lips leave wet kisses on the underside of his thick length causing him to twitch and spill beads of his seed onto your fist—your own nectar arousing at your sacred core as your eyes well up with tears—his lips parting unconsciously, all while his delusional fangirls thirst over him in the speedily chat wishing they were in your position.

Teasing him and clinging to him in secret behind the camera is something you always did. Whether it be with the rest of dream, 127, or solo, you’re always there waiting patiently for it to end, or impatiently like tonight when he’s alone, tempting him to want to eat you alive and so publicly riled up that he can’t beg for more even if he wanted to.

Haechan reads a comment with his half lidded eyes of someone who notices the love bites on the sides of his neck and his mind is completely too blank to care, but before he decides he can’t handle your sensual touch anymore he reaches down to stop your hand from trying to stroke him any further and angles his camera just above his pressed lips.

He always came fast, that’s what you love about him, how pouty he usually gets when he knows you can ruin him in typically under ten minutes, but you know he loves it. Sometimes on days where he’s being too much of a brat as usual, you experiment with edging just to tease and make him last a little longer. The truth is there’s just something so satisfying about seeing how confident he is on stage in front of thousands of people and the differentiating submissive personality he has in the bedroom, or anywhere with you in that matter.

You smirk as he tells his fans he’ll be ending the live early tonight in that baby voice of his, knowing damn well that when he speaks to you, an authentic rich and low tone escapes him, one he’s slipped out carelessly in a few recent videos with his friends.

Bringing your hand back down to caress his beautifully tanned exposed thighs where you’ve left hickeys that are still trying to heal from the previous nights, he whines, playing it off as he always does, pulling at his cardigan button for no apparent reason.

You know he’s close, so you plant soft quiet, moist kisses on his bruises as he thrusts himself into your slowly twisting fists. He looks so perfect being so achy as you tilt your head up slightly to look at him through your wet fluttering lashes.

You twirl your tongue around his throbbing leaking tip before slipping him into your mouth once more, sinking all the way down and lazily drooling around his pulsating cock. Your nose meets his faint happy trail as his thighs and stomach tense at his climax. Fuck.

Haechan involuntarily jerks his hips upwards repeatedly and rolls his glazed eyes, biting his bottom lip until it turns pale from the pressure. He releases his sweet warm seed down your throat as you continuously swallow and suck him off, tears running down your flushed face, all while coincidentally pointing his camera to the wall that reveals the outline of your shadows in full display.

He knows he’ll be scolded in the morning for this, but he couldn’t care less. He’ll just do it again ‘cause this definitely isn’t the first and won’t be the last time.

Maybe he’ll even be a double menace after tomorrow nights concert by playing an unreleased original as he reciprocates the favor to you immediately after being lectured by his frustrated management.

Besides, from the perspective of the thousands of viewers who will always run back, they’ll be eager for more.

And suddenly an unexpected video call with their idol is over and the live cuts off with no further explanation, except that of a deep and heavenly moan resonating from your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck.

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you SO much for reading! So, of course inspiration struck me out of nowhere again when I was planning on going to sleep, but it hit before midnight and I trusted the process ‘cause you know when I actually WANT to write I can’t, but I’m MORE than happy to have received that random spark last night. 😭😵‍💫🤍 P.S It’s my first time writing and publishing smut (happy tears).

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is deeply appreciated, with love @hisunflower ❀

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I Choose You. [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing:

Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Summary

: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch...

A/N: All I can think about is the fact that I really cancelled my trip to LA. I would've either been at kcon for dream or hitc for Jackson, but I sacrificed both for 127 ;____ ; AND I DID THAT SHIT KNOWING DAMN WELL THOSE DAMN TOUR DATES HAVEN’T DROPPED. 

I had a nice, long weekend and I’ll actually be going to work well rested tomorrow. The thought of it excites me. 

AND OMG. The guy that I knew in high school and a little bit after, ran into me last weekend and now he is trying to make something happen between us. I was right along. It won’t happen tho. I’m not interested. 

But please, enjoy this chapter. I appreciate you all so much for reading, please don’t be scared to interact with me. I’ll have another update ready for you all, by next week at the latest. 

Chapter 2

Johnny. That was his name. Johnny Suh. He stood a little over six feet tall, had jet black hair, and such an impressive facial structure. The kind that belonged on fashion show runways. Lastly, his stare was one of the most intense she’d ever encountered. Just like Jaehyun. But that- that was about as far as their similarities went. 

Upon their first meeting, Mela assumed he was just another regular working class man, because they met at a bus stop. But she would later find out she was very wrong. 

“Would it be weird of me to assume you speak English?” He had leaned over and said in English. 

Mela looked around to make sure he was speaking to her. Johnny chuckled and moved closer to her.

 “I’m speaking to the prettiest woman here.” Mela looked at him as he took her in and felt grateful her skin tone didn’t allow her to blush. She smiled at Johnny and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just not used to strangers talking to me here.” Mela said, shyly. 

“My name is Johnny and I don’t have to be a stranger for much longer.” Johnny said, maintaining eye contact but smilling as he put his hand out. 

“Camella.” Mela shook his ginormous hand. “But everyone calls me Mela for short.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful person.”  Johnny had said softly.

*

A few nights later, she was in her apartment, getting ready for a date with the Johnny Suh. He asked to take her out to a new club that had recently opened up and after a few hours of contemplating, she agreed. It had been months since she and Jaehyun broke things off and her best friend already told her she couldn’t mope around because of an almost boyfriend. Especially one that also happened to be her boss. She needed to move on. 

There was a knock on her door and Mela looked at the clock. Mr. Johnny Suh was punctual. Mela, spritzed some perfume on her outfit and scurried to the door. She opened it and there Johnny stood, looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing a satin button up and fitted slacks. His hair was slicked back with the exception of a few strands that hung loose. 

“You look amazing.”  Johnny stood up straight and beamed at Mela. Mela felt accomplished. She had chosen to wear a red bodycon dress, black pumps, and a high ponytail.

“This color looks really good on you.” Johnny added. 

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” Mela said with a twirl. Johnny stepped into the apartment and pulled Mela into a warm, tight embrace. It lasted longer than intended and they both looked at each other for a few seconds because they separated. 

“Um, let’s get going, yeah?” Johnny said, finally exhaling. 

They both stepped outside and Johnny led the way to his car. Mela stopped and looked from the car, to Johnny, then back to the car.“This is your car?!” She asked, wide eyed. 

Johnny’s car was the type of car she had never seen in real life. Only on a screen.“Yeah, she’s a beauty. I don’t drive her often.” Johnny said with a smile. “Brand new Maserati.”

 “I thought you didn’t have a car!” Mela exclaimed. She wasn’t quite able to process how wrong her assumption of Johnny was. Just how rich was he?

“But I never told you that, Princess.” Johnny pressed the tip of Mela’s nose quicky with his pointer finger and opened the door for her to get in.          

    The line for entry was wrapped around the block. Mela felt as though she was going to a concert, rather than a club. Johnny pulled up to the opening in front of the entrance, walked out and opened Mela’s car door. He then tossed his keys into one of the employee’s hands. Mela assumed he was valet but he wasn’t wearing any sort of uniform. Weird. 

Mela noticed Johnny didn’t even take a second glance at the absurd line. Instead, he grabbed her hand and guided her to the entrance and opened the door, while receiving a bow from each bouncer. 

The club was massive. Mela had never seen anything like it. It seemed endless. And it was full. Everywhere she turned, there were bodies. Loud music greeted Mela’s ears and laser lights scattered across the entire building. She felt a bit overwhelmed. She should’ve pregamed.

Johnny walked the both of them to the bar and he spoke into the ear of one of the many bartenders. “Send one bottle of my favorite to room 9.”

“Roger that.” The bartender responded in English. Johnny then led Mela to a room towards the back with couches, a few screens, and an unoccupied bar. The music volume faded as soon as he closed the door.

“Wow. This place is something else.” Mela mainly took in the high ceiling and the chandelier hanging from the middle. They both sat but her eyes never left the huge, crystal ball of light that was hanging from the ceiling  

“Isn’t it? I had quite the vision for this location.” Johnny said, smiling and looking around, proudly. Mela jerked up and made a sound of confusion. 

“Explain.” Johnny chuckled and rubbed her thigh softly. “Well, I guess I can share a little bit with you.” 

There was knock on the door and a server opened the door and pulled in a cart. It held a bottle of what seemed to be wine or champagne, and two wine glasses.

“Let me know if you need anything else, Sir.” The man said, he then gave Mela a small smile and bowed before leaving the room and closing the door shut behind him. 

“Continue.” Mela said, ignoring what was brought into the room.

“So, my father was a huge party animal in his younger days, and he opened up a very popular spot in the states. The idea was for this spot to keep expanding. First, it was just a bar. Very tiny. Then it became a bar and restaurant. Then a lounge was added and so forth.” Johnny paused and stretched his arm behind Mela. “Eventually,” Johnny continued. “He met my mother and had me, and his party days came to a halt. But the demand never dwindled, because at this point, that tiny bar had turned into one of the biggest clubs in the western hemisphere. So, I grew up watching him take care of this massive business and decided that I wanted to own a few of my own one day. So, I opened one in Los Angeles, another one in Tokyo, and one right here in Seoul.”

“Sooo…..basically you’re filthy rich.” Mela said sitting up straight and turning to Johnny. “Wow. That word choice of yours” Johnny put his hand to his chest. “Let’s just say, I’m well off.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Mela said, relaxing back into the couch and Johnny’s arm. 

“I think you would help me sleep at night.” Johnny looked at Mela, or rather her lips. In the next minute, his lips were on Mela’s. They were soft and warm, but his breath was cool and smelled of fresh mint. Johnny cupped her cheeks, as his tongue begged for entrance. Mela eventually let him in and he pulled her onto his lap. His boner poked into her sensitive area as he grabbed onto her thighs to pull her closer. Mela gasped for air, as Johnny wrapped an arm around her and pressed her further into his body. She didn’t care that her dress was already hiked up and her bare ass was showing as she straddled Johnny. She felt hot to the touch and Johnny was just getting started. Johnny finally left her lips and hummed as he started to unzip Mela’s dress. 

They were interrupted by Mela’s phone. 

Jaehyun had impeccable timing. Mela knew it was him before she looked at her phone. Nobody called her as much as he did. Not even her parents. 

“I have to answer this.” Mela said. Johnny helped her off and she pulled her dress down. She took a few steps away from Johnny, fearing he would hear Jaehyun’s voice.

 “Hello?” She said softly. 

“Where are you?” Jaehyun didn’t skip a beat. 

“I’m out.” Mela said quietly. 

“I want to see you. Where are you? I’ll send a car.” He spoke from the other end. Mela sighed and looked at Johnny.

“Can you wait one more day?” She asked. Maybe he would agree. It was worth a shot.

“No.” He said from the other end. “Just come spend the night. Must you insist on being so difficult?” Mela’s mood was already ruined, so she decided it would be best for her to leave. 

She couldn’t go on with Johnny with thoughts of Jaehyun now filling her head. But she looked at Johnny sitting on the couch, texting ….and he just looked so delicious. But she knew she had to take her leave. 

“Okay. I’ll send my location. Bye.” She said before hanging up.Johnny looked up and smiled at Mela.

“You should stay with me. I promise we will have fun.”Johnny stood up and walked over to the cart. 

He opened the bottle and started pouring the content into the wine glasses. He then walked over to Mela with a glass in each hand and handed one to her. Mela gladly accepted the glass and took a sip. 

“I’m sorry but I really do have to go. Please don’t hate me.” Johnny sighed. 

“Fine. I’ll let you go. But it won’t be so easy next time.” He caressed her cheek tenderly and smiled. “I’ll walk you out. Whoever called you is probably some big shot. Wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, now would we?”

 Mela shook her head. “I swear, he is not my boyfriend.” 

“Oh no need to explain anything to me. In the end, I think we will be able to figure something out.” He winked and opened the door, leading Mela through the loud music and laser lights, once again.            

*

The driver opened the car door for Mela and she stepped out to be greeted by the familiar building. Jaehyun was outside of the revolving doors, waiting for her in loungewear and slippers. 

His face distorted into a frown as Mela approached him. “You look- you look-“ Jaehyun stuttered. “Why do you look like that?”

“What?” It was now Mela’s turn to frown. “Are you resorting to insults now?” 

She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. Jaehyun just stood and stared at her. He seemed to be zoning out, although his eyes were fixated on her. 

“Jae.” Mela scoffed. “You’re doing it again.”

 “What am I doing?” He asked. The question seemed genuine.

“You’re gazing.” Mela said as she waved a wave back and forth in front of Jaehyun’s face.

“I can’t help myself, Carmella.” A hint of defeat swept over Jaehyun’s eyes as he finally looked away. “Please, just come inside and let’s get you cleaned up and changed.” 

He put his arm around Mela and led her inside. She was too tired to protest. 

An hour later, Mela entered the living room, freshly showered and in a pair of brand-new pajamas. 

Before she could say anything, Jaehyun’s lips crashed on her own. “Stop!” Mela pushed him off and hit him in the chest. He stumbled back, surprised. “You know we are over.” 

“Well, I want us to not be over anymore.” Jaehyun said in a low voice. 

“Gosh, you’re so fucking selfish!” Mela yelled. “Everything you want, you just have to get. You have me on call for no reason other than to prove that you’ll always have the upperhand. I can’t even enjoy a night out without you ruining it for me.  You make me sick!” 

“You don’t mean that” Jaehyun said, inching closer to Mela. 

“Oh, but I do.” She responded, balling up her fists at her side.

“You’re just a little upset, but it’s nothing we can’t get past.”

 “Not another step, Jae.” Mela warned.

 “Or else what?” Jaehyun smirked. Mela sighed. “Jae. What do you want?” “Honestly?”

“As if you ever lie. Blunt should be your middle name.” Mela scoffed. 

“I want to be inside you.”Mela stood speechless and rolled her eyes, so Jaehyun continued.“I want nothing more than to lay you down and slide my cock into your wet cunt while you moan into my ear. Don’t you miss it? Me fucking you mindlessly while my hands are around your throat?” Just thinking about it makes me so hard.” He licked his lips and looked at Mela through hazy eyes. 

“I think I am going to head to bed.” Mela said, trying her best to not fall into his trap.

“You’ll sleep better if you cum beforehand.” This time, Jaehyun bit his lip. 

“We are not having sex, Jaehyun.” Mela said. And with that, she walked past Jaehyun and into the guest room and shut the door behind her.

 He let her, accepting that his attempts had failed.

 She hopped into bed and texted Johnny. You were right. We can absolutely figure something out.  

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

The ending made me laugh

SWITCH|| kim Doyoung| kim Jungwoo

Doyoung x female reader x best friend Jungwoo

WARNING; multiple orgasms, angry sex, cum play, mean dom doyoung, angry mean dom jungwoo, violence, aggressive behavior,real smutty,slut shaming

A/n; This has got to be my favorite imagine I’ve written yet! Hope you like it too.(recentlyedited may 20)

DONT LIKE DONT READ!

“Doyoung oppa!” You moaned and cried as doyoung, your best friend’s brother was actually fucking your tight hole.

“Shut up doll you wouldn’t want Jungwoo to hear us now would you?” Doyoung said as he gripped your wrist tighter behind your back, pounding into you.

You whimpered but couldn't help yourself. "N-No" You cried out. He had been fucking you for a while now and every time his cock slipped in and out of your pussy it felt like magic. "Fuck me Doyoung!" You begged him over and over again.

Honestly would it really be that bad if Jungwoo did hear you? Or walked in?

The thrill of it made you clench around doyoung. Your cheeks flushed red at how loud you started being on purpose now.

Then suddenly he pulled out and pushed himself against your ass, making you cry out as the tip of his cock rubbed against your asshole. “ I said shut the fuck-

“what the fuck is going on?” The door was slammed open by a confused looking jungwoo, eyes switching from you to his brother,who was just apparently fucking you. ‘Bingo!’ you thought to yourself.

You were excited but doyoung was annoyed at the whole situation.

You leaned down into the mattress and arched your back so your ass and leaking core was on display for both the boys. “How rude of you Jungwoo, doyoung oppa was fucking me so good” you teased and giggled.

“Since you seen us now you should join, -wanna feel both of you” you moaned as you reached back and stuck two fingers into your core, collecting pre-cum and bringing them to your lips and sucking them, moaning at the taste.

“Shit” Jungwoo hissed, cock going hard. “you know you want to fuck me- ahh” you were cut off from doyoung slamming back into you.

You moaned again as he hit your cervix with every thrust. You felt so good having Doyoungs dick inside of you.

“ doyoung o-oppa is so g-good at this” you moaned locking eyes with Jungwoo. His eyes were filled with lust and madness,they were unrecognizable from the sweet and joyful eyes you know.

Jungwoo walked closer slowly, watching as his brother fucked you now with no shame and you were crying at this point.

Jungwoo grabbed your hair with his hand and pulled your head back." your supposed to be my best friend but look at you, in here in this room fucking my brother” he said in disbelief,looking at the way doyoung was fucking you. He then took off his shirt and pants and removed them completely. His hard cock sitting against his abdomen leaking pre- cum.

Jungwoo then sat on the bed, now in front of you. Without warning he gripped your hair tightly and shoved his cock into your mouth.

Doyoung was surprised as he watched Jungwoo shove his cock down your throat. You coughed and tried to pull away, but Jungwoo held you by the neck, making it impossible for you to escape. Your head was spinning as Jungwoo fucked your face, his cock sliding down your throat and hitting the back of your throat every time.

He didn’t care if you couldn’t breathe because in his eyes you deserved it and plus he was mad at you.

"FUCK!" Jungwoo yelled as he pushed deep inside of your mouth , your pussy now squeezing doyoungs cock like a vice.

“Shut up and fucking choke you whore” Jungwoo hissed not caring about the way your face was turning red. Doyoung was taken aback, not knowing his brother could get like this.

“ woo take it easy” doyoung said as he watched the way you started to tap Jungwoos thighs, desperately needing air.

“I thought I told you to shut up?” Jungwoo hissed as he pulled you off his cock, spit stringing when you depart. You breathed in deeply, trying to fill your lungs with oxygen as doyoung shot his load deep inside you making knit your brows together.

"oh yeah, she looks fucked" Doyoung said as he stood up off the bed, walking around you so that he was standing next to Jungwoo in front of you.

Doyoung grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and took a picture of your fucked out state.

"Fucking slut" he whispered as he showed the picture to Jungwoo. "She a whore that's what she is"

"Please fuck me!" You seductively looked at Jungwoo, arching your back more. "I want your cock”you begged him. Jungwoo smiled and moved closer behind you, grabbing at your hips and pulling you back towards him. He then slid his dick in slowly and easily, your pussy still wet from being fucked by Doyoung.

His large cock felt good inside you and he began to thrust into you making you see stars.

“Oppa!” You moaned loudly, you’d never think that your best friend could be this rough and nasty.

Doyoung now sat where Jungwoo once was on the bed, laying back and stroking his cock before your face.

“Suck me baby” he ran his hand through his hair as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes.

You leaned forward, letting your lips wrap around his thick cock. You sucked him for a minute or two until he grabbed your head with both hands, forcing you all the way onto his cock.

Jungwoo making you moan sending vibrations to doyoungs cock making him thrust up.

“Fuck yeah ” doyoung groaned feeling his orgasm build up again. He grabbed your head and pushed you down on his cock more, causing you to gag. You tried not to but it was impossible. Your nose burned and your throat hurt from his girth let alone just having Jungwoos cock before.

Jungwoo grunted and you could feel his body tense. A few seconds later he released a loud sexy moan as he came hard inside of you and you came too.

Moaning and making doyoung cum as well, his hot cum shooting down your throat .

You moaned as you swallowed his load, kissing the tip of his pretty cock. Jungwoo pulled out of you and laid down on the bed.

You laid between them, all of your breaths were ragged and unsteady.

“That was the best fuck I’ve had in months” you confessed. “I hate you guys so so much”Jungwoo said not regretting a word. “We love you very much bro” says doyoung making you laugh. The room grew silent and before you knew it you all drifted off to sleep.

After what felt like hours you all woke up to the sound of a door slamming shut. “Boys I’m home! oh is y/n here too?” The sound of their moms voice resonated in the house.

You all shot up quick on the bed, naked bodies scrambled around trying to get dressed quickly and quietly as possible “shit!”

imagine giving mark head when he's playing games tho 🫠🥵

Navi - M.list

Hey Anon! This did in fact awaken something inside of me. This was meant to be a lil blurb-type thing but I ran with it. 😳 This doesn't specify what gender the reader is.

wc; 1,074

Warnings; Slight hints at Sub!Mark, smut, blowjob (m!receiving), Exhibitionism if you squint.

NSFW under the cut.

Mark's fingers fumbled with his controller, movements distracted and unprecise. His brow furrowed, distracted as his on-screen character fell to the ground. He cursed quietly at the small revival countdown above his head.

"Mark! What the fuck kind of gameplay is that?" Jeno boomed his laughter down the mic.

"Sorry, Sorry!" He rushed, the sound covering the quiet laughter from under his desk.

Mark glanced down, a punch of air leaving his parted lips at the sight of you. On your knees, your warm tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock.

One hand left the controller, slipping under the desk to stroke at the top of your head. Mark's teeth bit hard into his bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure at bay — it was getting so much harder, especially whenever you pucker your lips like that and suck lightly.

His black hair fell into his eyes, the man making no effort to move it back. His gaze was glued to you, he'd never seen someone so happy to just sit and suck him off. With each hand holding a muscular thigh, you rose up an inch on your knees to adjust position. They ached from being on the carpet but it was an ache you could ignore.

Your favorite thing about sucking Mark off like this is how the blush spreads through his ears and down his neck. How his thighs tense whenever your tongue traces around the little opening at the tip of his cock, administering the smallest of sucks to it, just enough to have him twitching.

Mark's reactions were another thing, peeking up at him through your lashes as he struggled to keep composure. His chest rose and fell slightly heavier than normal. Mark was failing miserably at the game, the big Game Over spreading across the screen.

"Mark, what the hell!?"

"That's it, you're booted. Bye, Mark." It was Donghyuck who booted Mark from the game.

Mark couldn't say he was mad at all. Instead, a strangled moan left his lips as he tore his headset from his head. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, torn between letting his head tilt back or watching your mouth.

His mind was made up when your glazed expression glanced up at him through your lashes. "Fuck, You're pretty." He breathed, a hand leaving the chair to gather your hair at the back of your head, long fingers tangling themselves into it.

The compliment had a soft mewl from you, keeping your eyes on the way his lashes fluttered and the soft gasps tumbling from his parted mouth. You stayed watching him as you let your tongue drift from the tip of him and down his thick shaft, following a protruding vein down to the base.

"Fu- ____, please." He whined, hand tightening its hold on your hair.

You couldn't blame him, you'd been repeating the same actions for around half an hour now; light swirls and sucks to the tip, work your tongue down his shaft and back up, repeat. It was worth it to have him plead with you like this.

Your fingers finally curled around his girth, barely able to meet around him. A devious smile tugged at your expression as you gave a few pulsing squeezes. The action rewarded you with his body jerking at the hips, a gasp coming from him.

"____, I'm not kidding." His voice was more urgent this time, eyelids hooded as he stared down at you. "You've got to let me come. I need to come."

You sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly up at him. "I've only edged you for thirty minutes, Markie." You giggled softly.

As you moved forward to wrap your lips back around him, sliding your lips down his girth until your nose met his public bone, Mark let out a deep sigh from above.

The wet swirl of your tongue drove Mark crazy, his hips fighting not to buck up into your mouth. He lost the fight, the abrupt thrust eliciting a slight gag of surprise when the head of his cock abruptly hit the back of your throat once more.

Mark was too far gone to control himself now, his hand in your hair now his leverage to move your head to meet his frantic thrusts. He was panting and moaning into the quiet of the bedroom. Whimpers muffled by his cock sent trembling vibrations through him, his lower abdomen glistening with sweat as it tensed up.

The buzzing of Mark’s phone ringing made the device dance across his desk. It went ignored by both of you even when it stopped and started up again, the phone falling off the edge of the desk with a dull thud to the carpet at your knees.

Your hands braced on his thighs so you wouldn’t tumble over with the force of his desperate movements. Mark was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his grip loosening on your hair as a guttural sound rasped from his throat.

“F-fuck, fuck fuuuck!” His whole body stilled, cock swelling with stimulation as he came. Mark kept your head where it was, not yet letting you pull away. You had no other option than to swallow his come down around him.

You let your tongue continue to lap at his softening girth as he attempted to calm down. His thighs twitched and an overstimulated whine in response to your teeth just barely grazing the head of him as you pulled back. Mark flopped back into his gaming chair, chest heaving for breaths, head tilted back with his eyes closed to reveal the sweat-covered skin of his neck.

“Your phone's been going crazy.” You mumbled, patting his thigh affectionately as you handed over the device.

Your head dropped forward to rest on his knee, his free hand automatically stroking at the back of your head. Whatever Mark read on his phone seemed to make an embarrassed blush rainfire on his cheeks. Throwing his phone down next to his mouse, he quickly maneuvered through the tabs on his computer, eyes widening as he made it to the discord tab.

“I...I never left the call.” He harshly slammed the clicker of the mouse with his index finger to end the call. “____, I never ended the call.”

He sat there in utter disbelief whereas you had curled against his leg in a fit of giggles.

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imagine giving mark head when he's playing games tho 🫠🥵

Navi - M.list

Hey Anon! This did in fact awaken something inside of me. This was meant to be a lil blurb-type thing but I ran with it. 😳 This doesn't specify what gender the reader is.

wc; 1,074

Warnings; Slight hints at Sub!Mark, smut, blowjob (m!receiving), Exhibitionism if you squint.

NSFW under the cut.

Mark's fingers fumbled with his controller, movements distracted and unprecise. His brow furrowed, distracted as his on-screen character fell to the ground. He cursed quietly at the small revival countdown above his head.

"Mark! What the fuck kind of gameplay is that?" Jeno boomed his laughter down the mic.

"Sorry, Sorry!" He rushed, the sound covering the quiet laughter from under his desk.

Mark glanced down, a punch of air leaving his parted lips at the sight of you. On your knees, your warm tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock.

One hand left the controller, slipping under the desk to stroke at the top of your head. Mark's teeth bit hard into his bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure at bay — it was getting so much harder, especially whenever you pucker your lips like that and suck lightly.

His black hair fell into his eyes, the man making no effort to move it back. His gaze was glued to you, he'd never seen someone so happy to just sit and suck him off. With each hand holding a muscular thigh, you rose up an inch on your knees to adjust position. They ached from being on the carpet but it was an ache you could ignore.

Your favorite thing about sucking Mark off like this is how the blush spreads through his ears and down his neck. How his thighs tense whenever your tongue traces around the little opening at the tip of his cock, administering the smallest of sucks to it, just enough to have him twitching.

Mark's reactions were another thing, peeking up at him through your lashes as he struggled to keep composure. His chest rose and fell slightly heavier than normal. Mark was failing miserably at the game, the big Game Over spreading across the screen.

"Mark, what the hell!?"

"That's it, you're booted. Bye, Mark." It was Donghyuck who booted Mark from the game.

Mark couldn't say he was mad at all. Instead, a strangled moan left his lips as he tore his headset from his head. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, torn between letting his head tilt back or watching your mouth.

His mind was made up when your glazed expression glanced up at him through your lashes. "Fuck, You're pretty." He breathed, a hand leaving the chair to gather your hair at the back of your head, long fingers tangling themselves into it.

The compliment had a soft mewl from you, keeping your eyes on the way his lashes fluttered and the soft gasps tumbling from his parted mouth. You stayed watching him as you let your tongue drift from the tip of him and down his thick shaft, following a protruding vein down to the base.

"Fu- ____, please." He whined, hand tightening its hold on your hair.

You couldn't blame him, you'd been repeating the same actions for around half an hour now; light swirls and sucks to the tip, work your tongue down his shaft and back up, repeat. It was worth it to have him plead with you like this.

Your fingers finally curled around his girth, barely able to meet around him. A devious smile tugged at your expression as you gave a few pulsing squeezes. The action rewarded you with his body jerking at the hips, a gasp coming from him.

"____, I'm not kidding." His voice was more urgent this time, eyelids hooded as he stared down at you. "You've got to let me come. I need to come."

You sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly up at him. "I've only edged you for thirty minutes, Markie." You giggled softly.

As you moved forward to wrap your lips back around him, sliding your lips down his girth until your nose met his public bone, Mark let out a deep sigh from above.

The wet swirl of your tongue drove Mark crazy, his hips fighting not to buck up into your mouth. He lost the fight, the abrupt thrust eliciting a slight gag of surprise when the head of his cock abruptly hit the back of your throat once more.

Mark was too far gone to control himself now, his hand in your hair now his leverage to move your head to meet his frantic thrusts. He was panting and moaning into the quiet of the bedroom. Whimpers muffled by his cock sent trembling vibrations through him, his lower abdomen glistening with sweat as it tensed up.

The buzzing of Mark’s phone ringing made the device dance across his desk. It went ignored by both of you even when it stopped and started up again, the phone falling off the edge of the desk with a dull thud to the carpet at your knees.

Your hands braced on his thighs so you wouldn’t tumble over with the force of his desperate movements. Mark was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his grip loosening on your hair as a guttural sound rasped from his throat.

“F-fuck, fuck fuuuck!” His whole body stilled, cock swelling with stimulation as he came. Mark kept your head where it was, not yet letting you pull away. You had no other option than to swallow his come down around him.

You let your tongue continue to lap at his softening girth as he attempted to calm down. His thighs twitched and an overstimulated whine in response to your teeth just barely grazing the head of him as you pulled back. Mark flopped back into his gaming chair, chest heaving for breaths, head tilted back with his eyes closed to reveal the sweat-covered skin of his neck.

“Your phone's been going crazy.” You mumbled, patting his thigh affectionately as you handed over the device.

Your head dropped forward to rest on his knee, his free hand automatically stroking at the back of your head. Whatever Mark read on his phone seemed to make an embarrassed blush rainfire on his cheeks. Throwing his phone down next to his mouse, he quickly maneuvered through the tabs on his computer, eyes widening as he made it to the discord tab.

“I...I never left the call.” He harshly slammed the clicker of the mouse with his index finger to end the call. “____, I never ended the call.”

He sat there in utter disbelief whereas you had curled against his leg in a fit of giggles.

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imagine giving mark head when he's playing games tho 🫠🥵

Navi - M.list

Hey Anon! This did in fact awaken something inside of me. This was meant to be a lil blurb-type thing but I ran with it. 😳 This doesn't specify what gender the reader is.

wc; 1,074

Warnings; Slight hints at Sub!Mark, smut, blowjob (m!receiving), Exhibitionism if you squint.

NSFW under the cut.

Mark's fingers fumbled with his controller, movements distracted and unprecise. His brow furrowed, distracted as his on-screen character fell to the ground. He cursed quietly at the small revival countdown above his head.

"Mark! What the fuck kind of gameplay is that?" Jeno boomed his laughter down the mic.

"Sorry, Sorry!" He rushed, the sound covering the quiet laughter from under his desk.

Mark glanced down, a punch of air leaving his parted lips at the sight of you. On your knees, your warm tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock.

One hand left the controller, slipping under the desk to stroke at the top of your head. Mark's teeth bit hard into his bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure at bay — it was getting so much harder, especially whenever you pucker your lips like that and suck lightly.

His black hair fell into his eyes, the man making no effort to move it back. His gaze was glued to you, he'd never seen someone so happy to just sit and suck him off. With each hand holding a muscular thigh, you rose up an inch on your knees to adjust position. They ached from being on the carpet but it was an ache you could ignore.

Your favorite thing about sucking Mark off like this is how the blush spreads through his ears and down his neck. How his thighs tense whenever your tongue traces around the little opening at the tip of his cock, administering the smallest of sucks to it, just enough to have him twitching.

Mark's reactions were another thing, peeking up at him through your lashes as he struggled to keep composure. His chest rose and fell slightly heavier than normal. Mark was failing miserably at the game, the big Game Over spreading across the screen.

"Mark, what the hell!?"

"That's it, you're booted. Bye, Mark." It was Donghyuck who booted Mark from the game.

Mark couldn't say he was mad at all. Instead, a strangled moan left his lips as he tore his headset from his head. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, torn between letting his head tilt back or watching your mouth.

His mind was made up when your glazed expression glanced up at him through your lashes. "Fuck, You're pretty." He breathed, a hand leaving the chair to gather your hair at the back of your head, long fingers tangling themselves into it.

The compliment had a soft mewl from you, keeping your eyes on the way his lashes fluttered and the soft gasps tumbling from his parted mouth. You stayed watching him as you let your tongue drift from the tip of him and down his thick shaft, following a protruding vein down to the base.

"Fu- ____, please." He whined, hand tightening its hold on your hair.

You couldn't blame him, you'd been repeating the same actions for around half an hour now; light swirls and sucks to the tip, work your tongue down his shaft and back up, repeat. It was worth it to have him plead with you like this.

Your fingers finally curled around his girth, barely able to meet around him. A devious smile tugged at your expression as you gave a few pulsing squeezes. The action rewarded you with his body jerking at the hips, a gasp coming from him.

"____, I'm not kidding." His voice was more urgent this time, eyelids hooded as he stared down at you. "You've got to let me come. I need to come."

You sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly up at him. "I've only edged you for thirty minutes, Markie." You giggled softly.

As you moved forward to wrap your lips back around him, sliding your lips down his girth until your nose met his public bone, Mark let out a deep sigh from above.

The wet swirl of your tongue drove Mark crazy, his hips fighting not to buck up into your mouth. He lost the fight, the abrupt thrust eliciting a slight gag of surprise when the head of his cock abruptly hit the back of your throat once more.

Mark was too far gone to control himself now, his hand in your hair now his leverage to move your head to meet his frantic thrusts. He was panting and moaning into the quiet of the bedroom. Whimpers muffled by his cock sent trembling vibrations through him, his lower abdomen glistening with sweat as it tensed up.

The buzzing of Mark’s phone ringing made the device dance across his desk. It went ignored by both of you even when it stopped and started up again, the phone falling off the edge of the desk with a dull thud to the carpet at your knees.

Your hands braced on his thighs so you wouldn’t tumble over with the force of his desperate movements. Mark was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his grip loosening on your hair as a guttural sound rasped from his throat.

“F-fuck, fuck fuuuck!” His whole body stilled, cock swelling with stimulation as he came. Mark kept your head where it was, not yet letting you pull away. You had no other option than to swallow his come down around him.

You let your tongue continue to lap at his softening girth as he attempted to calm down. His thighs twitched and an overstimulated whine in response to your teeth just barely grazing the head of him as you pulled back. Mark flopped back into his gaming chair, chest heaving for breaths, head tilted back with his eyes closed to reveal the sweat-covered skin of his neck.

“Your phone's been going crazy.” You mumbled, patting his thigh affectionately as you handed over the device.

Your head dropped forward to rest on his knee, his free hand automatically stroking at the back of your head. Whatever Mark read on his phone seemed to make an embarrassed blush rainfire on his cheeks. Throwing his phone down next to his mouse, he quickly maneuvered through the tabs on his computer, eyes widening as he made it to the discord tab.

“I...I never left the call.” He harshly slammed the clicker of the mouse with his index finger to end the call. “____, I never ended the call.”

He sat there in utter disbelief whereas you had curled against his leg in a fit of giggles.

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