i go by the name yves. free to use any pronouns you feel comfortable with, i don't really mind.

note!

i refuse to accept any requests and i won't be writing fics at this moment. (i have reasons so don't come @ me, they'll stay in the notes app)

but feel free slide to my ask or message me any time, so we can talk to about kinks, sub! haechan, or anything you can think of. i'd love to listen and talk about them with yall dirty people.

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you nod, rubbing your hands across your sweats. “sure, goodnight, hon.” you sigh, pushing yourself off his bed and leaving the room.

mark turns his head when hearing your fake sobs. “what’s wrong, my love?” he sees a frown on your face, eyes creased as you give a sad look. “ee-jungie just told me that he’s not gonna call me mommy anymore.” mark chuckles with a coo mixed in between, reaching his arms out to you and sitting you in his lap.

“it’s okay, baby.” he rubs your thigh. “no, it’s not. my baby said.. hh, he said that he’s a big boy and that he isn’t gonna call me mommy anymore— why do they grow up so fast?!” you sob into marks neck.

“hey,” mark pulls you off his chest and cups your face. “he doesn’t have to call you mommy anymore— i can definitely take that place.” your cries break out into laughter.

you smack his chest, pushing yourself off the man who just giggles. “cmon, mommy? come sit back on my lap, mommy.” his head tilted now. “mark, you’re.. why do you sound hot saying that?” mark smirks.

“what? mommy? does that turn you on, mommy?” he stands up and grabs your waist. “mommy, i’m hungry. can i suck on your boobies?” a forced pout sitting in his lips. “mark?” you look down when his fingers needlessly fondle your breasts.

“please, mommy? so hungry?” his hands slowly pulling at your shirt. “yes— yes, mark.” you nod and sputter when mark quickly yanks the shirt above your head.

he picks you up and slams the both of you down on the couch, your legs straddling him as he quickly got rid of your bra.

“mark, calm down—?” his mouth quickly attaching itself to your breast. your nipple slipping inside his mouth, his warm tongue swiping over your nipple. his saliva dribbling down your breast.

“ugh— mark.” you tug at his hair making him moan around your nipple.

mark pulls away with a string of saliva attached from his mouth and your nipple. it was quick how mark had already attached his mouth to your nipple.

“mark— stop.” you pant, pushing at him.

mark pulls away and wipes his mouth. “i’m sorry— did i go overboard?” you shake your head. “want your cock.” you say making mark grin slowly.

“mommy wants, mommy gets.” he says undoing his belt.