#sub!marklee

Parings : sub idol ! mark and dom ! afab idol trainee

warnings: Reader is mean, mark is kinda a dick in the beginning, dry humping, hand riding, handjob, porn with "plot" ?, mark is extremely desperate, creampie, Yuna and Yeonjun are mentioned, not proofread (sorry), mark cries

a/n: he cries he cried he croed.

English is my first language i'm just illiterate sometimes sorry heh

W.C: 1.8k

!!MINORS DNI!!

You checked your phones screen once more, seeing yet another message from Mark Lee, a fellow member of your new company you had just joined. He had always been flirty behind closed doors, but obviously nothing actually happened. You were close because he was your groups mentor, but with you being the groups oldest member and leader, you always felt a slight competition with him. Which wasn't necessarily good or bad.. but it definitely sparked some competitive emotions from you both. On camera obviously he was so distant that fans would even make videos of you two, claiming you were an annoying fan of his that only joined the company to get close to him. If only they knew how he really was with you.. their heads would explode. The videos didn't bother you all that much, and you naturally just assumed it was his personality to be hot and cold at times.

The bright screen stung your eyes against the darkness of the party you were at. He had sent possibly 10 or more texts. You look back up at Yuna, ignoring his messages again and again.

"So yeah, it's just been crazy trying to schedule everything involved with the debut you know.." You say to her and a couple other girls, taking a sip of your soda.

She nodded back at you, with a concerned expression. "No yeah totally, I remember those days. It was such a pain." After she finished her sentence you felt a pair of large arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into their chest.

"Hey." You heard Marks distinct voice in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. You were taken aback and also were quite embarrassed due to the glares you received from the other idols at the party. This was definitely NOT a good look for someone as new as you. A "Rookie".

"What're you doing?" He asked.

You break from his grasp. "Talking with my friends," you reply coldly attempting to break from his grasp. He sighs, "Well I need to talk to you." He murmurs, trying to grab you by your wrist to bring you somewhere, to which you resist.

"I actually was just going to go do- something important." You make up on the spot. Why do you have listen to everything he has to say when he never lets you speak? You make your way through the amount of people, towards Yeojun who was playing beer pong. Yeonjun was someone you looked up to in your company, but he was also someone you'd consider to be a close friend since you went to the same middleschool. He was there for you through every middle-school-heart-break that tore you apart in the tween love kinda way. The emotional support was mutual though, because when he was rejected ONE TIME out of many, his ego was the most hurt you've ever seen and you were there for him.

"Hey, something up?" He pauses. His members sighed and protested in annoyance at him pausing their "intense" game right at its peak.

"No.. I just wanted to see what you were up to." You said looking at him in a "help this guys is following me" kinda way right as mark walked up behind you. He glances between you and mark to let you know he was directly behind you.

"You two know each other?" Yeonjun asked, pulling the oblivious kinda act.

Mark scoffed. "Had the same question." Yeonjun looked down at you, narrowing his eyes seeking some kind of response, or some word of what the hell you wanted him to do right now.

"Look bro, she's jus' gonna play some pong with us real quick. That alright?" Yeonjun hoped he was playing this right.

"So you're tryna get her drunk? If you knew her you'd know y/n can't drink for shit." Well this was embarrassing. Did he really just have to scream that in front of your entire agencies population. Just tell the whole world at that point.

Yeonjun was taken aback by Mark's accusation, "W- Huh?" You were so done. You grabbed marks ear, yanking it so hard he had to lean down to your height. "OW OWWWW" He exclaimed as you dragged him to a random open bathroom and locked the door behind you. Mark was rubbing his red swollen ear, "What the hell is wrong with you-?" but was he was abruptly interrupted by a slap landing across his face, only adding to his existing pain.

He stood there for a multiple of seconds, honestly in too much shock to move. "Can't I ever do one thing without you hanging over my shoulder? Even when I was a trainee for fucks sake I couldn't teach my team one dance myself without you taking over. It was so fucking exhausting you know that?" You raked your fingers through your hair, scrunching your nose in anger. "And now you're doing this bull shit infront of the company?" You were trying to regain your composure, until you heard a small noise come from mark. Did he just-

Mark wasn't staying silent because he was hurt, or because he was listening to your lecture. He was turned on. Fucking turned on. It was a small whimper that fell from his mouth. You let out a small breathy laugh, as you look down noticing the tent in his pants.

"Is this some sort of joke?" You say, still in a slight anger filled tone. "Do you really have a boner right now? for real?" He looked down, immediately attempting to cover himself.

"Wh- No I s-swear it's not what it looks like..." His demeanor completely changed. He was like a scared mouse afraid to be eaten by a hawk, you in this situation. He was squirming as you abruptly grabbed his hand that was covering himself and swatted it out of the way. His light colored pants now having a small wet patch on them.

You laughed again, louder this time. "Aww, what would your trainees that look up to strong leader mark think right now seeing you like this?" You teased walking closer to him as he stepped back. Eventually you closed the gap, pushing him against the wall, gaining a small whine from mark. This would be fun.

"Damn, stop it.." He proteste through clenched teeth. You looked down again. "What? Mad you can't force yourself on me to get off?" You gripped the tent that was pushing against his pants. "Isn't that right markie?"

He lets out a gasp, his face flushed with red in embarrassment especially because of the nickname. "F-Fuck, stop it--" He groans, his hands shakily trying to grab yours in attempt to push it away. He was trying so desperately to keep his cool, but he was practically falling over. "C'mon, stand up straight." Her grip tightens if that was even possible.

"Please.." He was begging you now with his eyes tightly shut, his breaths becoming more labored as he tried to keep a grip on his last ounce of control. "How does it feel? To be the one that's completely controlled." You drop your hand from his crotch. He immediately lets out a whine as you let go of him. He slowly peeks open his eyes, his gaze falling on you as he's panting, sweat beading on his forehead. "Please." He repeated in a small voice, looking at your with desperacy.

"Please what?" You demanded he reply. He paused before replying, knowing as his dignity would dissolve the moment he spoke. "Please.. touch me.. again.." He slowly let out in a quiet whisper, almost a mumble. Tears stung his eyes as the words left his mouth. He screwed his eyes shut in embarrassment as the tears feel down his cheeks. "Do it yourself." You put your hand in front of his clothed cock, to which he whimpers, his hips twitching at the sight of your hand so close to his boner. Quickly he undid his belt, dropping his stained pants to his ankles. His hips quickly press against you through the thin fabric of his boxers, so thin that you could feel every vain, a sign of how badly he wanted you.

You let out a small laugh. His expression is one of pure shame and pleasure. "D-Dont mock me.." He says while shaking his head and sniffling. He was a complete mess. His legs shaking in pleasure, tears still falling, his hips hitting your hand at a constant pace. Precum leaked furiously causing a sticky feeling inside his boxers, which was rather uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to complain right now. You were getting impatient, wanting to get back to your friends before they got too suspicious. "I think I'm gonna cum.." he whispered. "Don't you fucking dare." You pressed his hips against the wall, his large body crashing against the hard wall. You pulled the band of his boxers down, the head of his pretty cock hitting his belly as he whines at the feeling.

"God, who knew you were so fucking easy hm?" You rub your thumb over his tip slowly. "Controlling you wasn't as challenging as you made it seem."

"I'm n-not eas-" You pump his cock at a ruthless pace as he latches onto you to stop himself from tumbling over. "Please-ah- so close..." He was on the verge, but you weren't planning on making this last longer than needed. You sped up your pace, other thumb teasing the slit of his tip once again. Without warning he came, the warm liquid gettin all over your forearm along with all over the bathroom floor. "Seriously? I was nice for once and this is what you do? So filthy" You say, grasp going back onto his cock, continuing to stroke him after his orgasm. "W-ait..y/n I cant- ah.. Holy shit- " He was thrashing around, relentlessly twitching as overstimulation washed over him. You stopped, not wanting to torture him too much.

You walked to the sink to wash your hands off, turning around to let out a laugh as you saw him putting his pants back on. "Clean the floor." You demanded as you flung open the door, heading back the party.

The bright lights blinded you, still feeling worked up after what you just did. In the haze you bumped straight into yeonjun who was completely wasted. His arm lazily flung around your should. "Y/n...?Wherv you beeennnn" he giggled but he smelt terrible. Great, more chores. But maybe this could add to the fun?

Synopsis

On a lazy Saturday morning, in the warmth of their apartment, Olivia and Mark explore their power dynamic. She’s confident and dominant. He’s submissive and soft in his favorite oversized hoodie. Through care, control, and surrender, they deepen their bond with desire and tenderness.

WC: ~1k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

☆ Warnings: femdom, pegging, praise/degradation, submissive!Mark, messy orgasm, soft dom, morning intimacy 💦🖤

This is the first time I post something and English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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The apartment was still quiet when Mark woke up. Morning sunlight filtered shyly into the room, leaving golden trails across the rumpled sheets. He stretched slowly, wrapped in the oversized hoodie that felt two sizes too big — Olivia’s favorite. The fabric still smelled like her: coffee, skin, and authority.

Across the apartment, gentle sounds echoed: footsteps, the hum of the coffeemaker, a soft melody playing from her phone. Saturdays were always like this — comfortable, intimate. But Mark knew this morning carried something different. He had dreamed of Olivia whispering things in the dark. Words that had left him awake and hard.

He rolled onto his back and sighed. His cock was already starting to stiffen inside his underwear. And she hadn’t even shown up yet.

Soon, Olivia walked into the bedroom. She wore a tight tank top with no bra and sweatpants that hugged her hips in all the right ways. She looked gorgeous, calm… dangerous.

— Good morning, lazy boy — she said, with a smile that was half affection, half mischief.

Mark smiled back, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.

She approached the bed, climbed up slowly, kneeled beside him, and ran her fingers over his chest, which was rising and falling with his quickening breath.

— Already hard, huh? — She glanced down at the bulge in his underwear. — Of course you are. Look at you. A mess under my hoodie.

Mark blushed.

— I couldn’t help it...

— You never can. — She leaned in and kissed his neck. — And you know what happens to boys who can’t control themselves?

Before he could answer, Olivia got off the bed and left the room. When she returned, she had something in her hands. A small black box. Elegant. She placed it on the bed like she was unveiling a jewel.

— Today, you’re going to learn how to behave properly.

She stood in the doorway with the box. Her eyes had that signature gleam — the one that meant she was about to turn Mark’s world upside down. And he knew it.

— You trust me, don’t you? — she asked, voice casual, but eyes locked on his.

Mark was curled up with a pillow, still in his hoodie. The question made him sit up slowly.

— Of course I trust you.

She placed the box beside him and opened it carefully, revealing a sleek leather harness, already fitted with a matte silicone dildo. Nothing exaggerated — just firm, elegant, and… real.

Mark swallowed hard. His eyes flicked from the strap to her, and back to the toy.

— It’s… pretty.

— It’s ours — Olivia corrected. — If you want it to be.

He hesitated, but didn’t pull away.

— You want to use that on me?

— I do. And more than that: I want you to take it. Willingly.

Mark took a deep breath. There was fear, yes. But also an electric curiosity. And above all, there was her. Olivia. Always steady. Always in control.

— Okay — he said softly. — I want to try.

Her smile felt like a reward.

— Then take off the hoodie. And the underwear too.

Mark hesitated for half a second, but obeyed. First, he pulled the hoodie over his head, revealing his lean, already shivering body. Then, he slid his underwear down his legs, leaving himself fully exposed, his half-hard cock resting against his thigh.

Olivia looked him over, sharp gaze drinking in every inch like he was something crafted just for her.

Without a word, she walked over to the dresser. She put on the strap-on slowly, adjusting the buckles with meticulous care. The dildo hung between her thighs with weight and presence — solid, commanding.

— Lie on your stomach. Now.

Mark turned over slowly, pressing his face into the pillow, his whole body tense with anticipation. Olivia climbed onto the bed, crawling toward him with the grace of a sweet threat. She started laying slow kisses down his back, up and down, while her fingers explored his skin, mapping every inch with firm, claiming touches.

Then she paused. Leaned down, her breath warm against his ear.

— Relax. I’m going to prep you.

She used her fingers first, patient and well-lubed. Massaging, teasing, waiting for every breath, every shift of his hips. Only when Mark let out a low moan and pushed gently back against her hand did she know he was ready.

— Now comes the good part, baby.

She positioned herself behind him, gripping the toy as she aligned it with his entrance.

— Deep breath. Take it slow. I’m with you.

Carefully, she began to push in, inch by inch, watching his reactions closely. Mark bit into the pillow, gasping. She paused for a moment, stroking his lower back.

— You’re doing so well — she murmured. — Taking me in so beautifully.

When the base of the strap finally pressed flush against his ass, Mark let out a muffled whimper — a blend of pain and pleasure.

— Look at me.

He turned his head, eyes glossy. Olivia leaned down and kissed him firmly, slowly.

— This is where you belong — she whispered against his lips. — Beneath me.

She started to move. First gently. Then, with a bit more force. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room along with Mark’s broken gasps. Every thrust was a statement, a reminder: he was hers.

— You look so gorgeous like this — she said, her voice low and heavy. — So vulnerable. So brave. I want to see everything you have for me.

The pace picked up. Mark gripped the sheets, his body shaking under the weight of it all. His moans grew louder now, laced with desperation and need.

— Can you take more? — Olivia asked, her hands gripping his waist.

— I can, ma’am... for you, I can.

She leaned over him, biting gently at the nape of his neck while driving into him with a steady rhythm.

The bed creaked. Mark whimpered. Olivia moved with ruthless precision and intimate cruelty. Every thrust set him ablaze — with pleasure, with surrender.

— You’re mine — she growled through her teeth. — Every part of you. That mouth that doesn’t know how to beg properly, and this tight little hole — my playground now.

Mark couldn’t speak. Only noises spilled out — pleading, undone.

— Gonna come? — Olivia asked, her breath hot against his ear. — Huh, my desperate little bunny? Gonna explode without even touching your cock?

Mark nodded, gasping, eyes wild.

— Then do it. Come for me. Mess up these sheets like the filthy boy you are.

And he did.

His body locked up, then arched violently as cum shot across the sheets. Hot. Heavy. A cry caught in his throat, and his soul dissolved into pure release.

Olivia didn’t stop immediately — she slowed down, staying inside him until the tremors faded.

Then she pulled out slowly, her eyes dark and hungry.

She rolled him onto his side and looked at the mess — cum dripping from his stomach down to his thigh.

— Tsk. Look at this mess — she muttered. — You try to act so put-together, and now look at you. Fucked open, dripping, like some cheap porn scene.

She gave him a light slap on the cheek — more affection than punishment.

— Dirty little thing. No control. All this just from feeling my cock inside you.

Mark trembled, eyes shut, still floating.

— And you still think you deserve praise? You deserve a mop and bucket, that’s what.

But Olivia chuckled softly right after, lowering her tone. She ran a hand through his sweaty hair and kissed his forehead.

— You were perfect, my sweet boy — she whispered, kissing his cheek. — Absolutely perfect.

— Thank you... ma’am — he answered, voice trembling. — I didn’t even know I could feel all that.

warnings : sub!mark & dom!reader, mark’s a bit of a brat here, dry humping, degrading, reader is quite mean, orgasm denial, that’s pretty much it

word count : 441

a/n : i head cannon mark as an obedient and good boy, but i couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so i wrote it. all-in-all, enjoy.

mark wasn’t the type to disobey. he was your good, little boy, always on his best behavior for you. you told him not to move, and he wanted to listen, he really did, but the way his cock strained against the material of his briefs and thin sweats sent his head spinning. every little movement he made tortured him until every ounce of patience and willpower he had to not disturb you crumbled.

mark thought you wouldn’t notice. the slight grinding of his hips. it wasn’t much, but the poor boy wasn’t used to having this much contact with a woman; he couldn’t help himself, but his worst nightmare came true when you tilted your head up to the side and spoke.

“mark, what do you think you’re doing, hm? did you think i wouldn’t notice? that i wouldn’t feel you push and press your pathetic cock against my ass? you’re not slick, love.”

mark stopped the momentum of his hips as he cowered and sunk into himself behind you at your piercing words, your mocking tone diminishing any amount of confidence he had within himself.

“why’d you stop moving? too late to grow shame now.” you pushed your hips back against his crotch, “go on, love, what are you waiting for?”

mark let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, “i-i can’t. it’s not enough.”

you hissed, “you can and you will. or i’ll make sure you don’t cum for a week. got it?”

although you couldn’t see him, mark slowly nodded his head and started grinding his hips against yours again. the pleasure he felt was shallow and slightly painful, but he kept at it and built the momentum he had just moments before back up. his hand found purchase on your hip, effectively using your body as an anchor to push himself further to his release. he humped your backside like a bitch in heat as sweat coated his forehead like morning dew. mark’s hips stuttered against you, and you knew he was close. right as his breath hitched in his chest, you pulled your body away from him, denying him what he yearned for and sought after.

Warnings: Sub!mark, dom!reader, fem!reader, tall!reader, profanity (like once)

Genre; Fluff ig?? Just general story stuff

synopsis: When a pretty Canadian boy becomes your roommate, you just can’t help messing with him. A couple parties later, things get intimate between you two. Mark feels something he’s never felt- and craves more. When he slowly becomes more attached, you know what he wants- and who are you to refuse?

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Part 1