NCT BXB AO3 SMUTS

mark

by: winwin_waffles
language: english
wc: 1473

Summary:

After three weeks, Mark breaks.

He just has to try it.

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He couldn't believe he was about to do this.

Mark sat in bed, covers pulled up to his neck, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. It had been nearly a whole month since the 'transformation', and he's been putting off doing this all that time. Surely it was morally wrong, completely unnatural and perverted, right?

Well if it was, how come he was already unbuttoning his jeans?

Mark cursed, already beginning to shake as his hands made their way to his underwear, and his breath caught in his throat as he pulled it down. He couldn't help staring. As much as it inwardly disgusted him, he was also fascinated. He had to admit, now that he'd shaved, it looked nice. Almost pretty.

His hands were shaking by now, but he persevered and gently pulled back one of the pink folds, and stroked there with a clean finger. And then he caught it, with the very top of his finger.

His tiny clit, swollen and pink.

A part of Mark really wanted to be cry, pull up his jeans and pray for this whole thing to go away and to just be one of those horrible nightmares. But that part was forgotten as he reached down again to put a little pressure on it. He jolted with a hiss at the dry pleasure, but he couldn't keep his hands away.

So he did it again. And again, until his little taps had turned into delicate strokes.

Sure he'd watched porn like every other young adult had, but he'd never put much thought into how to make that part feel good. He just instinctively seemed to know what to do.

His hand was already getting tired, much to his annoyance, so he sat up in bed and spread his legs to get a better angle. He added another finger in, biting his lip as he did because it just felt so good, and began to circle his clit until the pleasure made him breathless.

For a second he dared to reach a finger down to his hole, and he was shocked at how wet it was. Gently he eased in his fingertip, and choked on a whimper as his hole spasmed and sucked it in. The attention to his clit was gone now, in favour of teasing his hole and licking the cum off his fingers hungrily.

In a moment of clarity, Mark suddenly remembered what lay at the bottom of his cupboard, the gag gift he'd received from Ten upon turning legal. A tiny baby blue dildo.

Mark had never used it, and had never put anything near his ass anyway. But now he was curious, desperate even to know how being filled up felt. Would it make him moan like the people in the porn he'd watched?

He jumped out of bed and ran over, jeans trailing round his ankles as he went, and rifled through the bags and shoes until he found it. It wasn't meant to be full sized, but it still looked daunting. His mind was already reeling when he sat back down with his legs spread. He was beginning to wonder if it would even fit.

There wasn't lube or anything like that in the room, but Mark figured he'd be okay. After all, his hole was dripping wet and already throbbing at the thought of being filled. So slowly as he could, he teased the end of the dildo over the opening, and started to push it in.

Within a fraction of a second he was already slack-jawed as his hole greedily began swallowing it in, pulling it in inch by inch by inch to the point Mark thought it would disappear inside him. That was until it hit a tiny barrier, and Mark let out a shocked moan.

So that would be his g-spot, right?

To be honest he didn't know, only that for a second he thought he was going to pass out with how good it felt. Slowly he pulled the toy up, the drag against his walls torturingly pleasurable, and then pushed it back to that sweet spot.

His hand seemed to have a mind of it's own as it repeated the process again and again, thrusting back into that spot that made him gasp and see stars, and soon he was roughly pounding into it with animalistic force.

Mark couldn't help it, the pleasure was so strong, and he began to cry. Tears flowing hot and fast down his face because it felt so so good, and he was so so full, and oh my god would a real dick feel even better? He was losing it.

He was so wrapped up in the feeling that his wrist slipped and pulled the dildo out too quick, and a small spurt of liquid came out so fast that Mark screamed, shaking all over as his body spasmed. Panic filled him and he choked out a sob as he saw the wet patch in his bed and the liquid trickling down his thighs.

He'd just squirted.

Somehow this only made him want to go farther, and he slid the toy back in, marvelling at how smooth it went now that his hole was dripping. And immediately he was fucking himself with it again, pushing his hips back and moaning.

He kept on going at a relentless pace, even when it felt like the dildo would split him in two. It was just too good to stop and he only let up when his thighs began to shake from oversensitivity. Gingerly Mark turned over, still with it inside, giggling at how full his hole felt.

He sat there for a while, flicking through his phone. He wondered what his members would think, if they knew he was texting them with a dildo buried inside his hole.

His members...

Mark bit his lip, swallowing nervously. Would any of the members fuck him now? Before the 'transformation' he'd given a few blowjobs and jerked off with the older members, getting hard from the praises of "good boy, good job baby", but would they want to fuck him now he had-

Mark's breath caught in his throat. His hole was throbbing as his imagination ran wild with fantasies. How would it feel if the small dildo was replaced with one of the dicks he'd sucked, the ones that felt so big and stretched his mouth? Would one of his hyungs fuck his hole?

It was almost instinctive now, the way his fingers gently began to circle his clit again. He was high on lust, mind picturing a big dick sliding between his pretty pink folds, fucking him until he was screaming. And soon he was also pounding onto that sweet spot again with his free hand, writhing and moaning into the pillows.

All he could think about was getting fucked, one of his members delivering the thrusts that made him sob in pleasure. The pictures in his brain shifted from Jungwoo to Johnny to Jaehyun, all having the biggest manhoods among 127. Would they be gentle with him, or would they try and break him with their thrusts? Mark could imagine the names he'd be called: baby, kitty, good boy...

He suddenly became aware of how high the pleasure was now, harder and stronger than ever to the point where it was almost unbearable. But he just wanted to keep going, chase that feeling, and within seconds he was babbling nonsense in between his moans.

He saw stars, white clouding his vision as it got so good he thought that was surely it, he'd never feel pleasure like this again. But he couldn't bare to stop, and kept playing with his clit and making streams of squirt soak his bedsheets until he was crying.

Slowly but surely Mark came down from his high, whimpering and trying to continue but having to stop because he felt too sensitive. He missed the feeling of the dildo as soon as it was pulled out, his hole clenching miserably around air. He was never going to be able to come without something in him ever again. With a push, he pulled up his jeans and got out of bed.

What he didn't expect was to collapse to the floor straight away with a little 'hmph!' sound.

Oh yeah, he giggled. I'm not gonna be able to walk normally for a while.

Shakily he made his way to his feet, and went to wash his hands and his toy. Soon he was sat at dinner with all the others tucking into Taeyong's cooking, and it was like nothing had even happened.

Well, apart from Mark's eyes occasionally wandering to the dick-shaped imprint in Johnny's jeans.