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Littlest Hughes - Mark Estapa

summary: when a game of beer pong turns interesting you learn to realise that your brothers friend isn't so bad after all.

trope: forced proximity

warnings: sexual themes, p in v (unprotected!), underaged drinking, swearing, fingering.

word count: 3.67k

authors note: to the people that remember when this idea came out in like November, thanks for being patient cause Mark and the beerpong fic are now here! everyone thank @hischierhaze for making this one come out long before she was actually intended to be here for you all. if you want to look at more of the 500 celly then you can do so here!

You swore you hated him.

It was the idea of having someone you couldn’t stand in the slightest. The kind of person you couldn’t even be in a room with as you just wanted to gauge your eyes out. Someone who made you feel so irritated that the mere thought of them had you getting angry.

Now you have weren’t entirely sure why he pissed your off in the ways that he did. But as Mark seemed to hate you just as much as you hated him, you were never going to be in a rush to improve your relationship. Yet the problem arose when he instead opted to get close to your brother, Luke.

The boys were teammates and it was enough to make your whole family agree that your negative relationship with Mark wasn’t enough to stop him from being invited to the lake house. It was Luke’s first summer as an NHL player and those friends from college were the very men that Luke missed so much. So being the best younger sister that you were, you agreed to bite your tongue.

That’s how you landed up spending a week with his closest friends and for the most part you were having a good time.

“God you are such an ass!”

Key word, for the most part.

Mark smirked as he held your top over his head leaving you in nothing more than your blue and yellow bikini “you and I both know that those aren’t the right words.” He teased continuing to lean up each time you reached for the baseball jersey “I will kick you Estapa stop being a dick.” You spat as you crossed your arms sending him a glare.

Before Mark could respond Luke walked into the room “bro could you not leave my sister half naked?” Your older brother gagged as he shook his head “till next time kid.” Even though there was less than two years between you both Mark still loved that nickname.

So as he dropped your shirt in your hands you couldn’t help but scowl at him “fuck off.” You growled pulling the shirt over your arms “you wanna go on the boat you two?” Jacks offer pulled your attention away from the boy as you nodded “sounds great!” You nodded leaving the boy alone as you went to be in peace for the next few days.

You weren’t a hockey player, it wasn’t your thing but what is your thing is beer pong. Yet unfortunately for you it seems that the only person worthy of being your opponent was Mark. So that was how you both ended up being the last ones left in what felt like the longest game of beer pong that anyone had seen “you two see an end in sight?” Quinn groaned as he looked down to his watch when he let out a yawn.

It was this endless back and forth where you would each win a game and would then refuse to let them take it and that’s how you ended up at 12-13 with the only rule that to be crowned champion you’d have to win by two games “you ready to give up?” You sent the boy a glare as it only made the Michigan player laugh “just when I thought you could have been stronger than you actually came off.” The compliment was backhanded as Mark laughed.

The boys responded with groans as the idea of this game continuing made them all feel sick “I’m going to bed.” Quinn announced as he shook his head “me too.” With that boys went in groups as your constant bickering got tiresome.

Seven games had gone on and the new score was 16 all and you were just as irritated now as you were then “could you hold off on killing each other until tomorrow?” Ethan asked as he let out a yawn “want to watch it happen.” Mackie laughed as he nodded in agreement only going quiet when Luke sent them a glare.

Your brother rolled his eyes as he placed his hand on your shoulder “please just let him win so you can both go to bed?” Luke mumbled hoping that you would agree “never.” You grumbled as you refused to give Mark that kind of joy.

So of course things continued and you guys were left alone but not before Luke kissed your head “now you don’t got your big brother helping you out.” Mark teased as he got the ball between his fingers as he lined up his shot.

Mark smirked as he saw you pull your hair into a hair tie “tryna distract me with your skin?” The boy mumbled seeing your collarbones pop through the red cami vest that your were in “cause it’s not gonna work.” He added making you laugh.

It was a hearty one as your teeth caught your lower lip “please the mere thought of tits are gonna have you not seeing straight.” You pressed your hands against the table exposing your body more to him “you wanna bet?” Mark made little effort to ignore the white lace that so clearly stuck out of your top.

He took your silence and furrowed eyebrows as curiosity “winner takes all this game.” The hockey player offered making her scoff “higher stakes though as we’re now doing strip beer pong.” His offer was only met with the sounds of your scoff.

You crossed your arms as you couldn’t help but send him a glare “you just want to see me naked.” You rolled your eyes not wanting to give into him “don’t flatter yourself princess you aren’t my type.” Mark shook his head as he wasn’t interested in you like that “but if you are scared you’re gonna lose then I can accept-” you couldn’t even let him finish his sentence.

“Throw the damn hall Estapa.”

A scoff left your lips as you watched him go back to angling the hall and of course it just had to land in the beer “should we go with your shirt or your shorts first?” Mark teased as he watched you hook your fingers into your shirt before you pulled it over your head revealing the white bra you loved so much as it had a little golden v in between the wires to compliment your skin “not bad.” The boy mumbled to himself as he had seen you in less before but never in something with lace.

You took your cup and brought it to your lips letting the unsweetened liquid hit your tongue as you chugged it back not caring at the amount that dripped down your chin “what?” You asked dropping the cup to the ground as the boy looked like he was watching a dream “nothing.” Mark ignored how your lips were wet and the top of the lace of your bra as getting soaked as beer dropped down your chest.

Of course your ball went in and off went his shirt, it was followed by your shorts and then his. Until eventually you were both only on your undergarments “need some help getting that bra off?” Mark joked as he watched you reach behind your back but not before you flipped him off.

The idea of anyone being able to come down at any point didn’t seem to bother either of you as you clicked the clasp of your bra letting it fall down your arms as the cool summer night air made your nipples harden “you really do have secrets Hughesy.” Mark felt his mouth water as his eyes were drawn to the sparkling titanium bar that was pierced through your left nipple “shut up.” You grumbled as you attempted to ignore the way his hardening stare made you feel.

As you potted your final ball it left the boy having to discard of his boxers “don’t bother with those.” You mumbled leaning down to grab your bra from the floor “would hate to see what isn’t there.” The claim was a total slap in his face and you knew what you were doing as you aimed to piss him off.

It infuriated Mark with how well you knew to get under his skin “please you’d be lucky if I fucked you.” You began walking over to him as your bra was thrown onto the table “Mark I don’t think you even know how to make a girl come.” You shot back as you pressed your finger into his chest “I’d have you struggling to walk tomorrow.” Mark shook his head as he wrapped his hand around your wrist pushing your hand away from his chest.

This was the closest you had ever been to him before as his eyes pierced yours “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on this planet.” You laughed as you turned to walk away but the boy was quick to pull you back “so if I felt those pretty little panties would they be dry?” His voice was barely a whisper as he walked you back against the table until you were finally sat on it.

Your eyes were wide as you shook your head desperate to not give him the enjoyment of seeing that he had indeed won “be as dry as the desert.” You spoke through gritted teeth almost squealing as Mark dug his fingers into the skin of your hips “you gonna let me test my theory then?” He asked dropping his head to the point where his lips hovered over yours.

All you could do was nod as you before his lips were on yours. It was messy as your hands your tugging through his hair like you didn’t want him to ever leave you “fuck.” He grumbled feeling your teeth sink down onto his.

It was like you knew what you were doing as you smirked “even as I’ve got you ready for a good fuck you’re still acting like a fucking brat.” The college boy growled pinching your chin between his fingers as he clenched his jaw “what are you gonna so about it?” You sent him a smirk as you swore that if this was a battle, you were winning it.

Mark spoke to himself under his breath as he dropped his head to your jaw as he began planting kisses on your skin “shouldn’t even fucking treat you well.” His voice sent shivers through your ears as he continued dropping his lips down your chest “saw you looking at it.” His eyes locked onto your breast “you can touch it y’know.” You teased tugging your fingers through his hair making him groan in the process.

He wasn’t going to be told again as he latched his lips around your pierced nipple as he groaned swirling his tongue around the piece of jewellery “fuck.” You swore trying to shut your legs to relieve the tension between your thighs “you still think that I can’t make you feel good?” Mark brought his hands down to your legs making you shiver as he forced your legs open.

You chewed at your lip watching him get closer to the pool that had formed in your panties “when I speak you need to answer me princess.” You swore the hockey player growled as you nodded “know you can’t.” The tough facade you had up was hanging by a thread and it only grew weaker with how his hands grew closer to your core.

A gasp left your lips as his hand cupped your core “fuck!” Your moan was swallowed by his lips “you little liar.” Mark clicked his tongue as a wet patch formed in your panties “please.” His thumb pressed against your clit where it drew soft circles.

Your head dropped against his shoulder as your body grew soft “what do you need pretty girl?” Marks voice was soft as he left a kiss on your forehead “you.” You croaked out as he toyed with your panties finally pushing them to the side.

Mark teased you as you shook your head “want more.” You whimpered looking up at him with a pout “please.” You begged edging your cunt closer to his fingers “didn’t know that all I needed to do was fuck you to get you to shut up.” Mark sighed as he teased your slit.

His fingers took their time plunging into your cunt “god!” Your groan was swallowed by his hand “you want your brothers to hear how much you enjoy my fingers fucking your pussy?” The hockey player rasped into your ear as you shook your head.

His fingers were thick against the walls of your cunt as he curved his fingers into a come here motion “they can’t.” You mumbled growing panicked as you were reminded of how all three of your brothers were upstairs “then keep those pretty little lips shut if it’s not gonna be too hard for ya?” Mark tauted you as you mewled under his attention.

You clenched around him as you nodded finally going quiet “like having you all quiet now.” As you tilted your head up trying to bring your body closer to his Mark took the opportunity to nip at your neck “no!” You gasped as he inserted a third finger not caring about your protests.

Mark smirked as he didn’t care “think you’re in a place to make the demands?” He scoffed as he clicked his tongue “thought you were smarter than that.” The hockey player teased as you pouted “the boys are gonna see.” You complained as his eyes sharpened.

Somehow the words made his whole demeanour change “you worry what those boys are gonna think of you now?” Mark spat as he increased the pace of his fingers as he fucked your cunt “like you really gonna now care about them seeing you like the slut you’ve become f’me?” He added standing up straight as he glared at you.

Your lips remained sealed as you tried to writhe your hips against his hand “remember pretty girl you answer me when I talk to you.” The hockey player warned “I’m your slut.” The words came from your lips as it made him grow surprised.

The words made his cock grow hard against his boxers “you happy to see me or what?” You smirked feeling it press into your knee “think I need to fuck this behaviour out of you.” Mark grumbled pulling your panties down your legs as it hooked around your ankles.

You had finally pushed Mark to a point where he had snapped and he wasn’t ready to come down from it yet “fuck I don’t have a condom.” The boy complained as he hadn’t exactly thought that having sex on this trip was on the cards for him “on the pill.” You shook your head offering a counter point that he gladly took.

Being a hockey player you weren’t surprised that his cock was on the larger side of big but you had to admit that your mouth did water when he retracted his fingers from your cunt to pull his boxers down letting his boner hit his pelvic bone “you still sure that this is what you want?” Sure Mark thought you were still irritating but the even with that irritation he still believed in consent “please.” You whimpered as you bit down on your lower lip watching in awe as he pumped his cock a few times before he tapped the swollen head on your clit coating it in his precum.

There was a moment between you both that if you weren’t still so buzzed from the alcohol in your system you would have sworn that there was something that could have mirrored something romantic between you both. His lips were soft on yours as his cock slowly creeped into your cunt letting your walls stretch to accommodate him “fuck you’re perfect.” Mark gasped as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he kept himself from coming on the spot.

He had a few moments of just staying there with his cock frozen before you finally cleared your throat “need you to fuck me Mark.” You coughed out as the boy turned his face to look at you “please.” You didn’t need to ask twice as he nodded letting his hands grip at your hips as your legs locked behind his hips.

Even as you were outside with the breeze your skin felt like it was on fire when his eyes pierced your gaze “how many guys you let have this tight little cunt of yours?” Mark made little effort to try to avoid the fact that he was jealous of his own question when the idea of some other guy fucking you came into his mind.

As his cock throbbed in your core you struggled to stay focused “j-just t-tw-two.” You stammered falling over your words as his thrusts became deeper “and did they make you feel this good?” Mark swore that the image of you beneath him struggling to even shake your head as your breasts bounced with each thrust that he made, would he engraved in his brain forever.

The first time you had sex was in high school when you lost it to your boyfriend of two years and you were both virgins. He came within a couple of pumps of his cock and left you there frustrated and alone as he went to shower only handing you a wet cloth before he shut the door behind himself. The other was a jock that was only sleeping with you to get the attention of an ex so the moment she came knocking on the door he went running back to her.

So if you truly thought about it Mark was your first time, not the embarrassing your overly awkward one. But your first time where you knew he was confident in what he did “didn’t come.” Even as you barely whispered those words Mark still heard you and he couldn’t help but smirk.

If anything Mark took that as a reason to quicken his thrusts as he watched your eyes roll back “gonna make you feel so fucking good then.” Your brain fog made you wonder if he was merely thinking aloud or actually talking to you “and to think that you really put up that whole act before?” The hockey players teasing tone had you clenching around him as you propped your hands up behind you to stop you from falling back.

His hand took the opportunity to slide between your bodies as he found your clit “you’re so fucking pretty when you’re so cock drunk.” The compliment came with a groan as he began toying his thumb over your clit “not gonna last.”

You warned not caring who heard your whimper that echoed from your chest.

Mark felt his thrusts grow irregular with how you cunt squeezed his cock with the new pressure your clit felt that had you wanting to press your thighs together “go make a mess doll.” There came the softest of the pet names from the night as he kissed you lips letting his hunger and pure desire to be the first guy that has you coming on their cock, take over his mind.

All that was left for you to do was listen to him as your lips let out a gaspy moan “holy fuck!” You swore as your eyes screwed shut letting white specks scattered themselves on the backs of your eyelids like stars in the night sky “breathe through it.” Mark cooed helping you on as the movements of his thumb combined with the thrusts of his cock lulled you through the brunt of your orgasm that had your legs shaking against his hips.

Before Mark could let his orgasm take charge he slid his cock out from your cunt making sure that you had come before that and he replaced the walls of your cunt with his hand “wha-” you grew confused at his abrupt movement “oh baby you have to work for me to come in you.” He grunted watching the warm sticky ropes shoot onto your stomach.

It made you whimper as you watched almost hypnotized by the sight “next time if you aren’t a fucking brat I might let you get it properly.” The hockey player explained tapping the head of his now soothing cock on your clit letting what was left in him ooze onto your slit “that was.” Your chest heaved as you swore that you had just had the hottest experience of your life.

Mark laughed as he nodded “I know.” He pecked your lips as he reached down to where your panties had fallen to and made the effort to slide them back onto you but not before the hockey player kissed your lips “think it’s time for you to go to bed.” A yawn left your lips as you nodded at his words.

He finished dressing you and even opted on helping you up the stairs before he left you tucked into your sheets where you nuzzled your head into the soft pillow “maybe you aren’t that bad Hughes.” Mark mumbled feeling his heart grow full at the sight of you blissfully drifting off to sleep.

But as he let your door softly shut after him it would seem that nothing would actually ever truly change between you both. Because at the end he was always going to be your brothers friend who pissed you off, and well you were always meant to be Luke’s hot sister.

Yet the true test that would come after this was when Mark would have to realize that you weren’t his, no he wasn’t good enough to get that right to have you under his arm at every event on campus. Instead he was destined to watch other guys fill that role one you finally grew into a more confident state.

“Since when has Rutger had a thing for little Hughes?”

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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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☕️… and mr mark estapa

sexy ass mofo, he literally just looks like his d game is AMAZING. morning sex is my fav thing in the world tbh, sets the mood for the whole day LMAO

nsfw under the cut!! read at your own discretion!!!!!

the sunlight from outside shone brightly through your bedroom curtains, as the birds chirped loudly outside. this was your favorite time ─ before all the chaos of the day begins, you found solace in the early morning peace.

mark laid next to you, quietly resting. you always woke up before him, going on your phone and watching some tiktok before the day started. no matter how many people told you how 'toxic' it was to begin your day with social media, you couldn't even force yourself to care.

you turned to your side, charging your phone as you started to scroll on your phone. you felt mark shuffle behind you, and suddenly his arm snaked around you. you smiled softly as he moved his face into the crook of your neck.

"good morning, sleepy head."

mark hummed in response, still half asleep. as you continued scrolling, you felt him pull you closer into his chest and you were hit with something hard right on your backside. you were slightly shocked but slowly relaxed as he kept still.

you smiled softly as he begun moving impossibly closer to you, until your back was directly on his chest. "mark,"

"hmm?" he responded, innocently. you could feel his smirk on your neck as he began slowly moving his crotch right on your backside and you felt yourself become slightly more turned on.

he moved one of his hands on your hips to keep you still as he kept moving his crotch back and forth for some friction. "mark," you repeated, more desperate this time.

"shh, sweetheart." he responded quietly. "i got you, just relax for me, 'kay?"

you nodded as he pushed down your shorts, moving his other hand to slowly start playing with your clit. you were already wet, you didn't even need any more prep. you started rutting your hips towards his hand, desperate for more friction.

"relax sweetheart, shh." he rasped in your ear, starting to kiss your neck and you moaned in response.

"need you, now, mark. please," you whimpered impatiently.

he slowly slid his fingers out, moving away for a few seconds to grab his erect shaft and slowly start to tease your entrance with it. you couldn't help but moan at the feeling, shutting your eyes to ground yourself. he let out a soft groan at the feeling, too, as his face moved closer into your neck.

he put one hand on your hip as the other led his shaft to your pussy, slowly bottoming you out with one push. you felt so whole, so filled up, as you gripped his hand to have some type of grounding as you felt yourself shake.

mark was still for a couple, letting you adjust to the stretch as he gripped your hip tightly. he slowly started pumping in and out of you, quickening his pace as he kept thrusting.

you shut your eyes and kept moaning with every thrust, gripping his hand. "mark!"

he kept he slamming into you, his pace quickly becoming more desperate. the whole bed had become shaking with every thrust and you were sure anybody in the house right now surely could hear the commotion.

you felt him twitch inside you and you felt yourself clench instinctively, moaning at the feeling.

"i'm close, baby," he moaned in your ear and you nodded in response, not trusting yourself to be able to speak any words.

after a few more hard thrusts, you felt yourself climax quickly. you let out a squeal of pleasure and a few more thrusts, mark was there with you.

you both laid there breathlessly, trying to catch your breath. mark moved his head from your neck to grab your chin softly, pulling you for a soft kiss.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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dmercer91 · 10 months

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the girl in your dreams, me94

in which mark’s rabbit hole of boredom induced link clicking brings him to you, and neither of you can get enough (18+)

i’m incredibly committed to making men who are tall and broad into whiny messes who beg real sweet (4.1k)

you told yourself it was just for a few days. until the tips could bring you just over the amount you needed for rent

that was for the month of may, and here you are, at the beginning of july, still doing it.

but the money was good, and once you learnt your way around the different kinds of guys that would use your services, the tips got even better

you worked for a hotline. one of those ones that guys saw at the tops of their screen on porn sites, except you didn’t need to have a camera on, and neither did they

when you signed up you told yourself it would be less embarrassing that way. if by chance you had to be on a call with someone you’d met before, they might not know it was you just by your voice

in the beginning you asked yourself if anyone even used lines like this, if that was even a thing anymore

it was quickly proven that the idea of getting off to someone real, that would do what you wanted even though they were a stranger, was incredibly appealing to a lot of people

tonight was the fourth of july, and your line had been particularly dead.

most people could get their own fix tonight, at a party or even at the bar as most of the country celebrated its independence

that was until now, when your work phone’s vibrations knocked you out of the pleasant zone you’d been in knowing you were getting paid to sit at your desk and wait for hours

“hi, sweetheart. how’s your night been?” you started your bit, ready to tease the guy on the other line for being alone on a holiday and offer to keep him company

instead, you were met with dead silence

you furrowed your eyebrows, cooing another greeting into the phone to see if you’d been dialled by accident

“uh. hi,” the boy on the other side of the phone forced out, voice cracking and nerves evident in his tone

“hi, baby. what’s a pretty boy like you doing at home on the fourth of july?” you asked, intrigued.

the faceless aspect of the hotline you worked for was usually a security blanket for the guys that used it

they normally felt better being cocky, asking for what they wanted so they could get it over with.

because it didn’t matter what they said. if you ever saw them again, you wouldn’t know

he gulped before he answered, the sound coming through on the phone and earning a bite of your lower lip

“all my friends are in different cities. lots of travelling in my market. this time of year s’ lonely” you hummed in response, getting your bit back on track

“well, i could keep you company, sweetheart,” you murmured, stomach tightening at the hitch of his breath

he scrambled to try and agree, to tell you he wanted nothing more than for you to be his company

“y-yeah.. yes. yes, please” he rushed out after a moment too long with no response

you giggled. you rarely ever got shy ones on the line. and honestly? teasing him was gonna be fun

“are you nervous, baby? there’s no need to be. i promise i won’t bite unless you ask” you flirted and he cleared his throat, shaking his head even though you couldn’t see him

“no, s’ just i’ve never done something like this before,” he explained, his chair squeaking in the background as he adjusted anxiously

“thats alright, baby. what’s your name?”

he thought about it, ultimately deciding he’d give you his real name

“s’ mark.. what’s yours?” you smiled to yourself, crossing your legs and leaning further back into your chair

“you can call me cherry. d’you want me to help you out, mark?” a high pitched but quiet noise slipped from his lips, and you felt yourself throb

he sounded sweet as could be, and he wasn’t bossing you around like some of the other men

hell, with most of your clients, the call would’ve already been over

“i didn’t call to get off, was just for fun.. what’s your real name” you bit your lip, quickly thinking of how to turn this conversation around

you couldn’t tell him your name, it was against the rules. plus, you knew all too well a tip wouldn’t be included if he didn’t get a release

“aw, come on, baby. you spent your money on a call, at least make it worth your while” you purred, completely ignoring his last question

“plus.. i can tell how needy you are. with all the pretty noises you’ve been making” he exhaled shakily on the other line and you grinned, knowing you’d gotten your way

he paused before murmuring an agreement reluctantly. you could hear him shuffling to get himself out of his pants, hissing when the cool air hit his tip

“d’you want me to use my fingers, baby? know it won’t be as nice as yours, but it’ll feel real good,” he whimpered at your words, the cap on his bottle of lube making a loud creaking noise as he pulled it open

“fuck- fucking yes, please” he worked out, biting his knuckle at the cool sensation covering his length. once he had his hand wrapped around himself, he groaned and almost dropped his phone

you pushed your panties to the side, using spit for lubricant and pushing your fingers into yourself

you moaned softly, earning a squeak from his chair and a whine from his lips as he bucked his hips up into his hand

“oh, baby. you were needy, huh?” you teased and he struggled on the other end, wanting to tell you he wasn’t, just that it feels good

how else is he meant to react?

“poor thing.. probably throbbing in your hand. wish i could get my mouth on you. you’d be all better n’ then you could let me worry about taking care of myself,” he groaned out a no at that, tip leaking with precum at the mention of your mouth on him

“no.. no, y’ could use me. fuck- ah. fuck yourself on me. i could take it”

and by the sounds of it, you knew he couldn’t. you knew he’d be a whining mess, overstimulated and trying not to fuck up into you even though he’s so sensitive and it’s too much to bare.

you knew he’d be gripping onto your hips for dear life and leaking precum into you cause it feels so good

you knew he’d scratch at your skin and muffle his moans into your shoulder. you knew he’d come again when you pulled at his hair or moaned his name

you knew you shouldn’t be thinking of any of that. not when he was a paying customer and you’d likely never hear from him again

but it had been the first time your fingers glided smoothly inside yourself. the first time you’d felt any pleasure while talking to the guys on this line, so you kept thinking of it.

of how good he sounded right now, with just his hand wrapped around himself

of how if you could ever get your hands on him, you’d make him even worse off

of how good he’d feel inside of you, how you’d squeeze him just to watch his eyes flutter shut in pleasure

of how drunk he’d get off the feeling of you around him

of how he’d love to use his mouth, and how he’d be so proud to feel you come against him while you grip his hair

and then it dawned on you that he could live in a completely different state. you didn’t even know what he looked like. did he have hair to tug on?

and just like that, this call was work again.

“are you close, baby?” he responded with a pained whimper, gathering himself to eventually give you a confirmation

“yes, i- oh, fucking god m’ so close. can i come, please? i want- i want to come, i need it, please” you bit down on your lip so hard it drew blood, core fluttering around your fingers at how sweet he sounded

it was so, so unhealthy. but the more you curled your fingers and the closer you got, the more you wished this wasn’t business for you.

the more you wished you were with him, helping him release before he leaves for whatever city he’s going to next.

“yeah, baby. you can come. d’you wanna come with me? you’ve got me so close, feels so good,” you’d said it a hundred times, and this was the first time it was the truth.

his reaction made it even better.

“fucking- ngh.. yes. god, yes. s’ all i want. wanna come with you, please” you grinned, counting down for him and then covering your mouth to hear his pathetic whines and groans while he made a mess of himself

you leaned your head back on the rest of your chair once your heart rate came back down, lips parted in shock at how powerful your orgasm was

you quickly came back to your senses when the front door to your house slammed, signalling it was time for you to turn off your work phone for the night

“shit,” you sighed, quickly scrambling to get your shorts on right

“what? what’s wrong,” mark exhaled, and you grimaced

“oh no, it’s okay, baby. just made a mess of myself. your times just about up, s’ time to go”

“wait! what- how do i talk to you again,”

you pursed your lips, shaking your head to yourself

“ask for candy. sweet dreams, baby,” your customer service voice was higher than at the beginning of the conversation

you could not get attached to a client cause he was sweet. you wouldn’t

“you said your name was cherr-“

and the line went dead.

“hi, sweetheart. how’s your night been?” you heard the hitching of his breath through the speakers of your phone and your skin went hot

“s’ this cherry?” you licked your lips, mouth suddenly dry

it’d only been a day since your first call with him. in all honesty, you were still recovering from his voice, hearing him.

“sure is, baby. who’s this?” you knew it was him. it had to be. none of your regulars would so softly ask if they’d been directed to the right girl

truly, none of your regulars would know the difference if they’d been sent to the wrong girl

“it’s mark,” he explained, and your eyes fluttered shut.

you tried to keep your composure, act like he was just gonna be one of your new clients that came back to you every time

you were gonna ignore the fact that you’d never heard prettier moans, that you’d never come on this line before last night

“hi, baby. same as last night? know you felt real good if you’re coming right back” you faked a giggle, trying to keep up with the teasing

trying to keep up with having the control

you didn’t like to have no control.

“no, just wanna talk to you,” he said, smile evident in his tone.

fuck

“baby-“

“i’ll still tip real nice, i promise. you could take anything you want from me, baby, and i’d thank you,” your breath got caught in your throat, the sincerity in his voice a painful reminder that you were on the phone with an angel that didn’t belong to you

but, he got you. you didn’t have any other true excuse. he was paying for a service, and what he wanted was to talk, so you talked

he was vague about his job, but said he was still in college

he asked if you worked elsewhere, you told him you bartended a few nights a week

he asked what kinds of things you did growing up, if any hobbies stuck around

and just as you were about to weasel your way out of the conversation, tell him your shift was up and you needed to turn off your work phone, he muttered a confession

“i had a dream about you,”

you didn’t reply, your eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish

“you’re real pretty, n’ we were together, having dinner with family for the fourth.

then it got.. needy, n’ i had to wake myself up but before that it was heaven. was like my perfect life, and i could finally work out who my dream girl was.

s’ you. that pretty voice, so sweet to me, n’ teasing about how we could’ve been out at a party for the fourth,”

when you took too long to answer, he muttered your stage name questioningly, like he’d thought the line went dead

“mark.. i’m not the girl in your dreams,” you explained, trying to keep your tone unfaltering despite the fact that you did not want to deny his words, even to yourself

“you don’t know what i look like, baby. you said she was real pretty. maybe someone else! someone you know, who’s nearby,”

your heart dropped to your stomach when you heard nothing in response, knowing that you’d hurt him, that he hurt himself.

eventually, he argued

“no. it was you. you talk the same, i jus’ have this feeling. i know it was you,” before you could try and calm him down, his time was up and the call cut off.

you’d hoped he’d find the girl in his dream, but you knew well enough it couldn’t possibly be you.

you knew that the whole thing had gone too far.

he shouldn’t feel rejected, and you shouldn’t feel guilty. but he was and you do, because the world is cruel like that

“hi, sweetheart. how’s your night been?” your sickly sweet tone honestly hurt your own ears at this point, tonight having been one of the busiest nights since you started working for the hotline

that’s why you didn’t notice the sweet moan your voice earned from the person on the other end

“hi, i- oh, god..” you rolled your eyes at the faint sound of lube coming in through the speakers of your phone

“already so worked up, baby,” you giggled, hoping you didn’t sound too disinterested

and then he whined, and your eyes widened.

you muttered his name and he moaned again, struggling to cool down enough to talk properly

“m’ sorry, know i freaked you out, i- i just need this so bad, please. been throbbing for days n’ it’s like you’re my fuckin’ drug,”

you smiled, cooing slightly at him.

this you could handle. this, you felt gave you control.

you helped guys get off every day, so you could just pretend that’s all this was - you helping him come

“aw, baby. sounds like you just need me to take care of you, yeah? d’ you want that?” he moaned, louder than he ever had before, the back of his throat making a guttural noise that went straight to your core.

“please, please take care of me. fuckin’ aching for your voice,” so you obliged. telling him what pace to go, a toy tucked into your panties so you could finally get off again, too.

you had him right on the edge, his increased moans and the sound of his chair from his hips bucking both telltale signs that you got him right where you needed him

“stop,”

“what?!”

“stop touching, hands off for me, baby,”

you could hear that he obliged, and you let him catch his breath before teasing him

“you’re such a good listener, baby,” you praised and he moaned, his creaking voice making his neediness all the more apparent

“fuck. tell me again, please,” you smiled to yourself, figuring it couldn’t hurt to mess with him a little more

“you can touch,” is all you said, core fluttering when he made a small noise of disappointment

the slick noises from his lube were prominent, and you knew he was holding back the best he could. trying not to moan

trying not to ask again, to plead for you to tell him what he so desperately wanted to hear

“what’s got you so quiet, baby? you’re done being good?” with that, the dam broke.

he lost it, begging you to sweet talk him some more, to confirm for him that you were satisfied with what he’d been doing

his words were a jumbled mess, pleas being drowned out by moans and you could tell he was already close again

when he finally gave up on thinking of the right words to convince you, he just repeated please

over and over again until you shushed him

he obeyed, hoping it would get him what he so desperately needed to hear from you

“there we go, baby. good. that’s good,” you paused, smiling to yourself and waiting til you heard a shaky breath from him

“you’re listening so well, sweetheart. perfect for me. good boy,”

you bit your lip, eyes closing as you heard his seat creaking with every squirm of his hips

your core throbbed at his struggle to stay quiet, because you never told him he could be loud again.

he failed miserably, hoarse wines and groans spilling from his lips and clouding your senses

you knew he’d come. his breath was hitching from over sensitivity and the slick sounds of his lube had calmed down to none as he caught his breath

you’d come, too. biting down on your knuckle to make sure your own noises couldn’t block out the ones coming in from the other line

once he caught his breath, he thanked you. over and over, he murmured his thanks so sweetly

“sweet dreams, baby,” you smiled sombrely, your own lungs finally full again

“wait, please don’t-“

“mark.”

silence filled the line, and he sniffled awkwardly

“i need to ask you not to call back, mark. i’m sorry,”

“okay,” you hung up, rubbing your face roughly and shaking your head

fuck.

“hi, sweetheart,” the brunette boy across from you rolled his eyes, a ritual you’d become quite fond of

he always came in with a group of guys, a group you eventually learned was a camp of hockey players that were developing with the devils.

he would order an unruly number of beer, and have you help him bring them to the table

today, he sat at a barstool, and ordered three beer

“no peanut gallery tonight, eddy?” you grinned and he shook his head

“just shea, tonight. he’s in the bathroom with one of our buddies from college. holding hands, or something,” he winked, taking a sip out of his bottle once you opened it for him

“oh, yeah? who’s your buddy?” you replied, drying off a newly cleaned glass and setting it in its spot

the night was slow, so you were glad he’d showed up. he was never weird, and he and his friends usually tipped generously

he looked over his shoulder, the two boys coming out of the bathroom and chatting away

he nodded towards them, and you waited for the two of them to sit before opening the other two beer and sliding them over

you smiled at seamus, a quiet greeting, and then looked over at the other boy

“you gonna tell me your name or do i have to id you?” he blushed and ethan smiled, shaking his head

“i’m just fucking with you,” you leaned over to ruffle his hair, earning a small smile

he had light hair, and he was tall, built. his cheeks were burnt red from the sun and though he was smiling, his eyes were sad

“this is mark. excuse his puppy pout, he’s all depressed cause a girl rejected him,” you playfully glared at ethan, scolding him for being mean to his friend

“we don’t even think she exists,” seamus added, eyebrows going up and down to add to the teasing

“yeah, cause he won’t tell us where she’s from, what she looks like, or even her first na-“ ethan was met with a slap to the back of the head from mark, his hat flying off and landing on the floor behind him

“she exists.” mark stated, taking a swig of his drink and relaxing his jaw, knowing his friends were just being assholes

you, however, were suddenly panicking.

this was your mark. only guy to make you come without touching you mark.

sweet, soft, needy mark who said you were the girl of his dreams. who called a number he saw on a porn site to ask you about your life

you smiled at the three of them before serving another customer, giving yourself the time to recover while making their drink

you didn’t have a clue in the world what to do, other than let him know. without embarrassing him, without making a mess of his social life, you needed him to know

casually coming back over to them to finish up doing dishes, you leaned on your elbows

“tell me more about your girl, sweetheart,” you emphasized the sweetheart, putting on your hotline girl tone for the one word and hoping ethan and seamus just thought you were teasing him

you watched as his eyes went wide, then quickly set back to normal. he blinked a few times, cheeks doing pink and lips parting in shock

“she’s real pretty. i hardly even know her and it’s like she’s studied me her whole life. the second we met she knew her way around me,”

you raised an eyebrow, telling him to continue

“i don’t know, she’s got a spot in my head where my life looks different. nobody else does that,” he mumbled, eyes boring into yours with a pleading look

he just needed one chance

“a daydreamer, hm?” you teased him and smiled bashfully

“i’ve got a boy like that. his spot in my brain’s different, too. but i don’t even know if he’s really like that. most of him i just made up,” you shrugged, hoping he would get the hint

when you met him, you saw a life that wasn’t yours. that would never be yours. a fake timeline you could think of when shit got hard, is all

but you’d never have that, because the version of him you think of is your dream boy. someone based off him, but not really him

you gave him new hobbies in your head. you gave him a personality you weren’t sure even came close to his, cause you didn’t know him, he just sparked you to want better.

he was just a bedtime story. something to help you see what you really wanted in the grand scheme of things, in the future

you knew in his head, he saw a girl that could take care of him all the time the same way you did on the calls

but that wasn’t the truth and you knew it. you had more to you than that. more problems, more shit going on that wasn’t front and centre in the version of you he made

nobody ever sees dimension in a daydream, yourself included.

“i don’t mind if she’s not the same as i made her out to be,”

before you could respond there was a hand on your ass and waist, a mouth too close to your ear for your liking.

“bottomless pockets at table 12. he wants you,”

you cowered into yourself, uncomfortable in the way he was grabbing you and uncomfortable with serving ‘bottomless pockets’

“you know he gets handsy, ryan, i don’t-“ your whisper shouting was cut off by his grip tightening on your waist

“do you want to fucking walk home?” you shook your head, looking over at mark before going over to serve table 12

when you came back, sporting a tight lipped smile, ethan had been in the bathroom and mark hadn’t taken his eyes off you

“i’ll take a walk,” seamus nodded, giving you a pitiful look before getting up off his stool and walking away

“i’m not the girl in your dreams, mark. i can’t be. i’m stuck being the girl in theirs,” he looked down at his drink, messing with the empty bottle.

“you’ll be the girl in my dreams til i can convince you to be the girl in my arms, y/n.”

#e’s fics #e goes a little feral #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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mamaestapa · 2 months

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Cherry Flavoured|| Mark Estapa x reader

• pairing: Mark Estapa x reader

• summary: Teasing all night and your cherry flavoured lip gloss sends Mark over the edge, taking him to the next level

• warnings: SMUT, public sex, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, lots of teasing, suggestive language, mentions of frosting on body parts, quickies, bathroom sex, i think that’s all-

“Y/n!” Mark called from the bottom of the stairs, “you almost ready babe?”

“Coming!” You yelled from Marks room upstairs, holding onto your black heels as you made your way down the steps of the hockey house. Mark's brown eyes lit up as he watched you from the bottom of the stairs. You looked absolutely gorgeous.

You always looked gorgeous though in Marks eyes. However, the satin, spaghetti strap navy blue dress that adorned your body and accented your curves nicely made you look divine.

“Wow, look at you…” Mark trailed off as he snaked his hands around your waist. “You like it?” you asked with a sly grin as you got up on your tip toes and threw your arms around your boyfriends neck.

Mark wet his lips as his eyes settled on yours, “I love it. You look beautiful, Y/n.”

You let your freshly manicured hands rest on his broad shoulders as the two of you leaned in to share a passionate kiss. Sharing kisses like these with Mark never gets old. You could keep your lips locked with his forever.

Mark pulled away from you and you started to massage his shoulder, gently digging your fingers into the muscles of his back. Mark closed his eyes and hummed blissfully as you worked at his sore muscles. Hockey had been taking a toll on Marks body the last couple of weeks. Strenuous team workouts, long and rough practices, and stressful games had Mark's body and mind tense and aching. You continued to dig your thumbs into the tight knots in his shoulders. You knew this little massage helped ease the ache in his muscles, but you also knew it made a different type of ache grow more and more. With Mark being so busy during the day with classes, practices and workouts, he’s usually exhausted by the time gets back to the house to shower and get a nice warm meal in his belly. Since the two of you don't live together, it’s been a while since you've shared an intimate moment.

You moved your hands away from Marks back muscles, bringing your delicate touch to his biceps which have grown significantly in the last couple of months. You gently squeezed the tight, bulging muscle before bringing your hands up to his broad chest. You let your hand rest on his sternum as you looked into his soft brown eyes.

“What time do we have to be at the banquet?” You asked. Mark glanced at the watch on his left wrist, “Well," he said sighing softly, "it's about twenty minutes off campus, so we should probably leave right now.”

You let out a small sigh as you took your hands away from your boyfriends chest.

“You ready?” He asked, to which you responded with a soft smile and nod of your head. Mark pecked your cheek before he took his hands off of your waist and walked away from you.

“I have to grab my jacket," Mark announced, "then we can head out.” He went off to the laundry room to retrieve his navy suit jacket that matched nicely with his white dress shirt and navy dress pants. It also matched your dress perfectly. When Mark appeared once again in the entry way of his house he shared with some of his teammates, he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out of the house to his car that was parked outside along the street.

Today was the hockey teams annual banquet. The regular season was coming to an end and instead of waiting until after playoffs and post-season, the coaches decided to hold the banquet just before the season ended. Every year, the boys were encouraged to bring guests. Mark has been bringing you since Freshman year when the two of you just started dating. You've always enjoyed going to the banquets with Mark. Not only was it a fun night with the team, but it also gave you an excuse to dress up and see your boyfriend in a suit.

The drive to the location where the banquet was being held was calm and quiet. Mark had a hand placed on your bare thigh where the slit of dress started. His fingers occasionally brushed against your soft skin as his fingers on the steering wheel tapped along to the beat of some country song playing lowly in the background. Thankfully, the drive to the banquet wasn't too far outside of Ann Arbor. You and Mark arrived about ten minutes before the event was supposed to begin. The two of you found your seats next to Ethan, Rutger and his girlfriend Kayleigh, Luca, and Dylan.

Mark pulled your chair out for you and as you sat down you thanked him softly. He smoothed his suit jacket and buttoned it in the middle as he sat down. He nodded at his teammates, giving them each a small "hey".

“Hey Papa Estapa,” Rutger smirked playfully as he stood up and gave Mark their signature "bro hug". The two hockey players slapped each others backs before pulling away and sitting back down. You playfully rolled your eyes at the greeting. Kayleigh did the same before reaching out and giving your arm a gentle squeeze as she said hello. You said your hellos to the others sitting at the table, playfully complimenting everyone on how nice they looked out of all their hockey gear.

“Thanks Y/n/n,” Ethan said with a smile gesturing to the boy beside you, “Marky here cleans up nicely though doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, he does.”

You turned to look at Mark, who was eyeing you with a soft smirk pulling at his lips. You felt the butterflies swarm and the warmth pool in your lower belly under your boyfriend’s gaze.

“Well I’m starving,” Luca said, breaking the silence and moment between you and Mark. “You guys want to go get some food?”

All of the boys cheered excitedly at the mention of food. You got ready to stand up, but Mark gently pushed you back down by your shoulders.

He shook his head, “I’ll get something for you, babe. What do you want?” You smiled, “Thanks, I’m not picky, just get me whatever you’re having.”Mark nodded, smiling softly before placing a kiss to your temple.

“Easy enough. We’ll be right back.”

Everyone got back to the table at the same time, laughing hysterically about something Rutger said while Kayleigh looked at you and mouthed “help me”. The two of you shared a laugh as Mark sat a plate down in front of you. He had gotten both of you an assortment of appetizers and the chicken entree. You thanked Mark, and enjoyed your meal with your boyfriend and friends. As you all ate, the banquet started. Coaches gave speeches, players received awards, it was a nice time seeing everyone together and enjoying the team’s success.

Waiters came around to all of the tables, clearing plates and handing out flutes full of bubbly champagne. Mark thanked the waiter and grabbed two glasses, one for him and one for you.

“I thought you didn’t like champagne?” You asked, taking a sip of the bubbly. Mark shrugged, “It’s alright. Thought I would at least drink one with you.”

You hummed in amusement as you sat the flute back down on the table. You watched as Mark finished off his champagne. A bit of the bubbly liquid dripping down his chin. Your breath hitched as you watched Mark lick the liquid from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. He put the glass down on the table and slowly took his gaze away from yours. He knew what he was doing to you.

Some time had passed and the two of you were engaged in conversation with Rutger and Kayleigh. As you were talking about your spring break plans, you felt Mark place his hand on your thigh, slowly bringing it up to the hem of your dress slit. His long fingers toyed with the satin material before they found their way under your dress. You glanced over at Mark, seeing him nod along to what Kayleigh was saying. He wasn’t even fazed by his actions. You brought your gaze back to Kayleigh, giving her a small smile.

They can’t get suspicious.

You gasped lightly as you felt Marks fingers sneak past the side of your lace panties and begin playing with your sensitive clit. Your hand gripped the table as he stuck two of his fingers into the slick entrance of your soaked core. His thumb still teasing your clit as he rhythmically pumped his fingers in out of you.

“So Y/n, you and Mark going anywhere?”

Mark added another finger and picked up the pace, rubbing his thumb against the sensitive bud even faster. Your legs began to twitch at his teasing motions. You brought a hand up to your mouth, muffling the soft whimper that escaped from your lips.

“You OK?” Mark asked, giving you a concerned look. You looked at him with wide eyes. How he could act completely normal as if he wasn’t giving you an orgasm under the table was appalling to you.

You pulled your hand away from your mouth, giving your boyfriend a tight lipped smile, “I’m fine.” you breathed out, closing your eyes as you felt your walls tighten around Marks fingers.

You were so close.

“We’re actually going to-uh,” You cleared your throat, trying to hold back your moans of pleasure as you spoke. Mark stopped rubbing your clit and you used your free hand to pull his hand out of your dress. Your juices covered his fingers as he pulled them out of you.

“Miami with Ethan and a couple other friends.” You finished with a tight smile. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mark nod in agreement to what you were saying.

Your core was aching, wanting more than just his skilled hands to bring you to your climax. Mark looked at you with a smirk as you grimaced slightly from the arousal between your thighs. The other guys at the table had gone off to talk to some other teammates and coaches, while Rutger and Kayleigh went off to find the dessert table.

Once the couple was far enough away from the table, Mark brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. He did it in such a smooth manner that no one would even be suspicious.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You said lowly, looking at Mark with wide eyes. “What?” he pulled his index finger out of his mouth with a pop, “fingered you under the table or didn’t let you finish?” He asked smugly.

You shook your head and looked away from him. You couldn’t believe him right now. Weeks of not having any intimate interaction and Mark chooses his hockey banquet to get frisky with you.

You knew you needed to tease him the way he teased you.

You looked around the room full of tables and bantering hockey players, trying to think of the perfect way to tease your boyfriend. It suddenly hit you when your eyes landed on the dessert table that Rutger and Kayleigh had just walked away from. A sly smile made its way onto your face as you gazed at the cupcakes sitting on the table.

You got up from your chair and flattened out your navy dress, glancing at Mark, “I’ll be right back.”

You grabbed a plate and picked up a vanilla cupcake. A large helping of Yellow buttercream frosting was perfectly piped onto the cupcake and finished off with just a hint of navy blue sprinkles. Perfect. You thought as you looked at the cupcake.

Satisfied with your choice, you walked back over to the table and greeted Mark with a sultry smile. You sat back down in your seat and carefully unwrapped the cupcake. You placed the wrapper down on the plate and carefully picked the cupcake up. Mark watched with lust filled eyes as you brought your finger up to the yellow frosting, swiping the side of the frosting so a generous amount was on the tip of your finger. You eyed him as you brought your frosting covered finger up to your mouth. You put your finger in your mouth, licking the sugary substance off the tip. You made a show of going back for more.

“Mmm,” you moaned out, “so good.”

You brought the cupcake up to your mouth, licking a stripe all the way around the white frosting. You smirked in amusement as you noticed Marks jaw clench at your teasing actions. As you licked the frosting you made sure to keep your eyes locked with Marks the entire time. The unbroken eye contact only adding to the built up arousal you both were feeling. You finished teasing Mark with the frosting and decided to actually eat your cupcake. After you finished the sweet treat, you wiped your mouth clean of any crumbs.

It was after you wiped your lips that you decided to reapply your lip gloss. You reached into your purse and pulled out your cherry flavoured lip gloss, eyeing Mark as you slowly applied the gloss to your lips.

That’s when he had had enough with the teasing.

"Meet me in the bathroom..." Mark whispered in your ear, breath hot on your neck making you shiver.

Mark pulled his head away from yours and straightened his Navy suit jacket. You watched as he walked off to the bathroom. His strides were so casual, acting as if he wasn't about to rock your world in a matter of minutes. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you saw the door to the one stall bathroom open and close. You glanced around your surroundings, making sure nobody would catch you head off to the bathroom moments after Mark did. Many of the guys were either too busy being engaged in conversation or getting their third helping of food, so they wouldn't even take a second glance if they saw you walk past them and head to the bathroom after your lover.

You stood from the table and readjusted the navy material of your dress before you headed towards the bathroom. You reached for the door handle, swinging the bathroom door open. Before you had any time to react, Mark crashed his lips onto yours, feverishly kissing you. His tongue swirled over your lips, your cherry flavoured gloss filling his taste buds. You fell into the kiss, his strong arms supporting your body as he reached out to the lock the bathroom door. His lips moved against yours with a sense of urgency. You pulled away from Mark, already out of breath from the couple harsh kisses.

"We have to be quick," you breathed out, already sliding your panties off of your legs as you spoke, "don't want anyone to be suspicious of us."

“Yes ma'am." Mark hummed, his lips were on yours again as he took off his suit jacket, throwing it aside to the floor. Your lips connected as Mark pushed you against the sink counter.

“Jump," he said huskily against your lips. You followed his instruction so as , sitting against the bathroom counter. Mark began to kiss down your neck, sucking the delicate skin and being sure to leave deep red marks along the sides of your neck and collarbone. As his head moved down to your chest you let your hands fall to his hair, gripping and tugging the slightly grown out ends.

Mark pulled the spaghetti straps of your dress down slightly, just enough to give him access to your bare breasts. He began to kiss the swollen skin of your right breast, tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple before he put his mouth around it and started to suck at the sensitive bud. You bit your lip and moaned in pleasure as your hands tugged at his hair.

Mark always knew how to pleasure you. Whether it took two minutes or twenty, Mark never failed at pleasuring you in ways you didn't even know were possible.

After he was satisfied with pleasuring your sensitive nipples, Mark brought his face back up to yours, breath hot as he said, "I could really use some of that cupcake frosting right now." You cocked your head to the side, "And what would you do with it?"

Mark brought his face back down to your bare chest. "I would put some frosting here...and here..." he motioned to both of your breasts. "And then, I would do this," you gasped as his tongue swirled around your nipples once again.

Mark chuckled amusingly as he noticed you growing more and more aroused by his actions. "And then once I'm done there, I would put some right here." He rubbed a veiny hand down your tummy. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes, "And I'd lick it up until theres nothing left." You bit your lip at his description.

Too bad you're in a public bathroom and not at your apartment. You could really use that frosting right about now...

"Mark," you whimpered out, "I need you." Marks large hands ran down your torso, stopping when they reached your hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze before he pulled his hands off of them. Mark quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs in one swift motion. His large cock was bulging out of his underwear as his erection grew from being out of the restraint of his tight pants. He pulled his undergarments down as you pulled your satin dress to one side, giving him full access to your dripping core through the slit of your dress.

Mark lined himself up with your entrance and thrusted himself into you. You threw your head back in pleasure as the tip of his cock repeatedly pushed up against your cervix. You straightened your neck as Mark leaned forward to kiss you hungrily as he urgently thrusted into you. It was obvious that you were both deprived of one another's touch and intimacy. Mark pumped himself deeper into you as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck.

"You feel so good Y/n," he panted, letting a groan slip out, "so good."

You moaned out in blissful pleasure as the speed of his thrusts picked up, "M-more, please." You practically whimpered out, "I'm so close Mark."

Mark always had you begging for more. He loved when endless whimpers and copious amounts of begging phrases came out of your cherry lips.

You felt your walls tighten around his cock as a familiar warmth pooled in your lower belly. "I'm- uh," you moaned incoherently, "gonna cum."

Mark brought a hand down to your core, rubbing his finger against your sensitive clit in order to make you cum harder and faster. You felt like you couldn't form words as Mark pleasured you. Your face contorted into one of pleasure as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your release.

“That's it pretty girl," Mark praised, gritting his teeth as he too was growing close to his climax, "cum for me." One last thrust of his hips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your legs shaking as your juices coated Marks cock when you came down from your high. You both were moaning messes as Mark thrusted a couple more times, he went to pull out when his orgasm grew close, but you stopped him

“Don't" you breathed out, putting your hand on his chest and stopping him, "do it inside of me, please. I wanna feel you Marky…all of you.“

That’s all Mark needed to hear before he too came, his hot cum filling you up and dripping from your folds as he pulled out of you. Both of your chests heaved as you recovered from your intense orgasms.

"That was amazing," you breathed out, letting your hands rest against Marks shoulders as he still stood between your legs. “We should do that again sometime."

Mark chuckled softly, backing away from you and grabbing a handful of paper towels so the two of you could clean yourselves off. He slyly grinned as he said, "We should, but with the frosting next time." You chuckled at his suggestion as you pushed yourself off of the counter, legs wobbly as you stood.

You wiped your soaked core and thighs clean of a mixture of yours and Mark’s cum, Mark doing the same with his manhood. You readjusted your dress straps and stood in front of the mirror, fixing your hair and straightening out your dress so that nobody would know you were busy getting your world rocked in the bathroom. Mark stood next to you, smoothing his messy dark blonde hair before he zipped his Navy pants. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his body, the two of you leaning in to share a passionate kiss.

“Your cherry lips are gone.” Mark noted against your lips. You just chuckled as you continued to kiss him. He pulled away first and rested his forehead against yours. You smiled softly up at him, staring into those soft brown eyes you were obsessed with.

"We should go back out there." Mark said lowly. You nodded in agreement.

"You go first." he said, pushing you gently towards the bathroom door. You unlocked the door, swinging it open and walking out of the bathroom.

Thankfully, nobody seemed to be waiting on the occupied bathroom. You walked back over to the table you were sitting at earlier. As you got closer you saw Rutger and Kayleigh sitting in their chairs, laughing about something with one another. Kayleigh eyes lit up as she saw you come back to the table and sit down.

“There you are," she smiled sweetly, "we were wondering where you went."

You had to come up with a lie…or not, they didn't have to hear the whole truth.

“I was in the bathroom."

Rutger nodded, "I assumed. Where's Mark?"

Your breath hitched, "Oh he's-." You felt a hand press against your upper back. "Right here." Mark said with a small smile as he sat back down in his chair.

He let out a breath, "I was on my way to the dessert table, got caught up talking with coach and some of the guys."

You looked over at Mark, smiling softly at him as he placed a hand on your thigh. Something about him looked different though. You couldn’t quite figure out what it was though until your eyes widened and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Oh no.

Ethan was walking back to the table with Marks navy suit jacket in his hands.

You mentally cursed yourself as Ethan stood in front of you and Mark, his lips curling up in a smirk as he held the jacket up

"Any idea why this was on the bathroom floor?"

Mark shrugged, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red, "Oops." Was all he said as he took the jacket from his best friend.

You and Mark may have gotten caught, but it was totally worth it.

hi loves!!

this is my first time writing for mark🤭 i hope you loved this as much as i did. he needs more content on here, so if you have any blurb ideas or fic ideas please send them my way ;)

this will be the first of many fics posted this week. i’ll try to get one out every other day if i can! i’ll also be answering au asks every day/night too, so feel free to send those as well.

thank you so much for reading! your support and kind words mean the world. i love you all so much🤍

i hope all my umich babes and mark girlies loved this tehe

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #mark estapa x you #umich hockey #cherry flavoured #the neighbourhood song imagines

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huggybearluvr · 3 months

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HIII I LOVEE YOU SOO MUCH!!! Can you please writr something for mark estapa? Thank you

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pairing: mark estepa x actress!reader

summary: After your new movie was finished. You decided now would be the best time to fly out and see your lovely Boyfriend Mark. While neither of you openly posted your relationship you didn't hid it either. The boys however never believed Mark when he opened up about dating the Y/n Y/l/n.

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yourusername Bye LA, I have someone special to see <3

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florencepugh I'm gonna miss you :(

yourusername I'll be back soon!! promise

markestepa MY GIRL IS COMING TO MICHIGAN

lukehughes bro this is embarassing.

ethanedwards your actually delusional its kinda scary

dylanduker this is sad

jackhughes he's still keeping up with this shit?

lukehughes its getting worse dude

markestepa SHE'S LITERALLY MY GF @yourusername please help me

yourusername do I know you?

lukehughes this just got even more embarassing...

dylanduker her responding might make him even more delulu.

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markestepa BELIEVE ME NOW?! also y/n I love you so much, thank you for coming and visiting me, I am so beyond proud of you!

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lukehughes HOLY SHIT

markestepa HA

dylanduker HE'S NOT DELUSIONAL

yourusernmae no he still kinda is lols

ethanedwards WTF HOW DID HE PULL HER

markestepa That I don't know

rutgermcgroaty I AM IN DISBELIEF

lucafantilli HOLY BALLS

maki.samo WHAT THE ACTUALLY SHIT

adamfantilli HOW. HOW. HOW.

yourusername he's so boyfriend thats how

markestepa that makes no sense but so much sense at the same time.

rutgermcgroaty Teach me your ways pleeassssseeee

markestepa I got you bro

jackhughes literally how @trevorzegras he pulled your celebrity crush...

trevorzegras HOW TF

yourusername I love you, Mark <3

#mark estapa #mark estepa x reader #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa fic #mark estapa smut

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turcott3 · 1 month

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Can you write birthday smut with mark? I know his birth was a few days ago but

SO SORRY IM ANSWERING THIS SO LATE

mark estapa x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, protected sex, fluff ofc

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“you know you want to y/n, you have been talking about fucking him for at least a month now. besides, he told luca about this place he fucked a girl at a few days ago that’s close by, no way he wouldve told me that for no reason he knows we’re best friends.” your best friend says to you as you eyeball him across the room. you and mark had been snapping for a while now and you’ve grown this massive crush on him, and not in the wholesome ways. like the way his hair was wet after practice made you squeeze your legs together subconsciously.

“i don’t know, what if he doesn’t want to? and i am not fucking in the woods that is a line i will not cross.” you reply sipping on your red solo cup.

“girl have you seen the way he looks you up and down? and besides, it’s his birthday, he wants to fuck i know he does.” she scoffs.

“no.” you lie, your face burning red.

“come on just do it.”

“what am i supposed to do? walk up to him and say ‘hey we should fuck’ like girl come on.”

“or you could down another drink and sing it.”

“MY SONG?” you reply.

“you already know.”

“fine, hand me the fucking tequila.” you sigh, giggling. latto was your go to drink karaoke and with enough tequila in your system to keep you conscious yet relaxed, you could care less who you sang in front of. you took a big swig from the bottle, setting it down and b-lining for the living room where mark was always found with some of his friends around.

“what you guys know about latto.” he laughs, slurring your words. the song started smoothly, you knew the words from all your shower world tours so this surely was a breeze. you felt two hands against your shoulders shove you in mark’s direction. you turn your see your best friend smirking at you. you turn back around to see mark staring at you with eyes you couldn’t quite read. you dragged a finger down his chest while the chorus rang through the speakers. maybe he found your lack of care for others opinions hot.

“let’s fuck.” mark leans over whispering in your ear. you giggled at his words finishing your song, attached to marks chest. his hand held you firmly in place by the ass. you flung the mic across the room. he guided you through a crowd up the stairs, the noise beginning to quiet as you got further from the group downstairs. you enter a bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind you.

“a lot quieter up here.” you say lowly, cocking your head sideways and smirking at the brunette.

“not for long, but yeah.” he giggles approaching you as you sat on the bed. he leans down attaching his lip to yours hastily, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip. you rip apart, both of you discarding your clothes as quickly as you could, reconnecting your lips as he lays you down on the bed.

“you have no idea how long ive wanted to get you like this.” he says breathlessly.

“i’m all yours birthday boy.” you smirk as he pushes his hard cock into you effortlessly. the two of you were so horny for each other that no prior help was needed.

“fuck.” you groan, gripping the sheets with your fists.

“so good.” he coos, nipping the skin of your neck, praying that it would be littered with hickeys once the two of you were done. his strokes were deep and hard, stretching you in ways you couldn’t explain. he adjusts his angle, the pitch in your moans snapping up an octave as he hit the spongey spot buried deep inside you.

“oh my god mark.” he moan, your hand gripping onto his hair as you lock eyes with the boy inches above your face.

“such a good girl, so tight for me.” he grunts, smirking at you. he could tell you were close. he reconnects your lips sloppily, rubbing your clit in circles with his fingertips, your moans becoming closer and closer together.

“i’m gonna cum.” you whine as you pull away from his swollen lips.

“cum for me baby,” he replies, fucking you through your high. the octave of your moan falling once you cooled off of your intense orgasm. he pulled out of you, still jerking himself off.

“let me.” you say, sitting up shakily. you take his cock into your hand and stroke him firmly.

“fuck.” he groans, tosses his head back. you run your tongue along his sensitive tip, begging for a climax. you felt his cock twitch in you hand. you shut your mouth, allowing his milky seed to make a mess of your face. you giggled as he finished, scraping his climax off your face with your fingers before sucking them clean.

“happy birthday mark.” you say sweetly, still on your knees in front of him.

“happy birthday to me indeed.” he giggles, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. he helps you off the bed and gathers your clothes, handing them to your as you put them on one by one.

“hey so um,” he starts as he begins putting his clothes back on, “do you wanna get out of here?”

“what? like go home with you?”

“i mean yeah, i like you y/n. i wanna spend time with you alone.”

“i like you too.” you smile.

“and plus, this doesn’t really give me a chance to take care of you, aftercare is so fucking important to me. we’re in a frat house. let’s go back to mine so i can take care of you, okay?” he says adjusting his shirt on his body.

“okay.” you blush. he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers, guiding you back downstairs. on your way out the door you bump into luca and none other than your best friend.

“oh hey guys.” luca laughs nervously.

“did you just-“

“yeah did you-“ they pause before dapping each other up. mark wraps a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“we’re heading back to my place, too hectic in there for this.”

“you two have fun.” your best friend says slapping your ass as you walk past her.

“what a coincidence.” mark laughs pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he leads you down the street to his home.

the two of you spent the rest of the night laying in his bed, wrapped up in each other, sharing stupid stories of your childhood and learning small details about each other. both of you hoping it could spark into more than a hookup.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #umich hockey #umich boys #umich imagine #luca fantilli #hockey smut #turcs’ talk

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uluvjay · 11 months

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Can you do Mark Estapa 50. “don’t tempt me”

Mark Estapa x reader

Warnings?; SMUT, cursing, drinking, p in v, make up sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before u tap it!)

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I walked into the party the boys were holding in the senior house looking for my friends, typically I’d come with mark but we’d gotten into an argument earlier today and I was still mad at him.

I walked into the kitchen to get a drink when I seen Ethan standing at the island mixing his own.

“Hey E” I said standing next to him

He looked down at me ready to greet me as well but a laugh came out instead.

“What?” I asked confused

“Your really trying to piss him off aren’t you? Wearing the shirt and shorts he’s gotten in multiple fights because of” he said

I couldn’t help but smirk, Ethan was right i decided to wear this exact outfit because it one. Always turned Mark on and two. It drew attention from other guys, and that always pissed Mark off.

“I don’t know what your talking about” i said taking the drink he held out to me.

“Better figure it out because here comes lover boy” he said giving me a smile and walking off.

I began to make my way out as well trying to avoid Mark but a hand on my wrist pulled me back into a chest.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” I heard mark from behind me.

“Clothes?” I said turning around to face him.

“Don’t tempt me Y/n” he said, looking at me with eyes full of lust

“Or what?” I sassed back

“Or I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you stupid” he gritted.

“Aww, you know I love makeup sex Marky” I said

However he didn’t reply, instead he took my drink out of my hand and sat it on the island and picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

“Mark put me the hell down!” I yelled as he walked through the living room where I heard the familiar laughs of some of the boys.

Once we made it into a room he threw me down on the bed before turning around and shutting and locking the door. As I looked around I noticed we were in one of the guest rooms that always ended up being used for hook ups.

“What’re w-“ i started but got cut off as he crawled on top of me and grabbed my throat to pull me into a hard and dominating kiss.

I pulled on his hair as his hands began to travel my body. He pulled away and began unbuttoning my shorts.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m still pissed off at you” I mumbled as I lifted my hips for him to pull my shorts down.

“Yeah well your pussy says otherwise” he said back as he began rubbing my clit.

I let out a light moan as his skilled fingers began taking care of me, I pulled his face back to mine for another hard kiss.

“Take your clothes off” I told him between moans.

I watched as he pulled back and got off the bed before stripping out of his shirt and jeans, me taking my bra and shirt off as well.

He climbed back on the bed and flipped me around, “Hands and knees” he demanded and I obeyed.

I let out a moan as I felt him run his swollen head over my pussy, “So mad yet, so wet for me” he teased.

“Just shut up and fuck me” I whined out, having enough of his teasing.

All I heard was a scoff before he pushed himself inside me with a harsh thrust making me cry out loudly. He gave a harsh smack to my ass as he started to grip it.

“Oh fuck” I moaned out as he slowed down and applied deep hard thrust.

I began to slightly fuck myself on him as i heard his moans get louder.

“Oh shit” he moaned as I clenched my pussy around him.

I suddenly felt a hand in my hair and my back being pulled against his chest as his thrust sped up. “Your so bad you know that? Showing up in that slutty little outfit and having the nerve to be a brat” he laughed In my ear.

“Mark!” I cried out as he began to rub my clit again and his thrust get harder.

“Fuck! Marky I’m close, baby please!” I cried out.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?” He teased

“Mhm” I moaned as I turned my head for a kiss.

“You want a kiss honey?” He asked with a smirk.

“Please? One kiss, please”

He laughed before grabbing my face and giving me one hell of a sloppy kiss and fucked me even harder somehow.

“I’m cumming! Shit mark” I moaned out

“Go ahead baby, I’m right behind you” he growled snapping his hips, fucking me through my orgasm.

His grip on me tightened as he gave me one last hard thrust before I felt his warm Cum spill deep inside me.

“Holy shit” he groaned out before he let you go and pulled out, crashing down beside you.

You were both quite for a minute while you both caught your breath and came down from your highs. You were the first one to break the silence with a laugh making look over at you confused.

“What?” He asked

“Nothing, I just wasn’t lying when I said I loved make up sex” you giggled again and looked over at him.

He laughed as well before he pulled you into his side and placed a kiss on your head.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #luke hughes #dylan duke #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards #jack hughes #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #umich hockey #uluvejay request week

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darkeralmond · 10 months

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Birthday Surprise

Mark Estapa x fem! reader

synopsis: it’s your birthday and you just got home from dinner. mark surprises you with one last gift for the night.

warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, oral f! receiving, face sitting, riding, mark calling you baby 🤭, praising

word count: 1k

a/n: hey guys! i have a couple requests i wanna get out, but they should be coming out next week since i don’t write on sundays. more conrad fisher requests coming. HOPEFULLY i’m able to get out an ethan edwards smut or 2 today!

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You got back from your birthday dinner with Mark, a bunch of your sorority sisters, and a couple of Mark’s friends on the hockey team. You entered his bedroom, obviously exhausted from the long dinner. The guys were still out and the girls were back at the sorority house. You flopped down on Mark’s bed and looked over at him. “This was the best birthday dinner,” you smiled. “Thank you so much.”

He smirked, glancing back at you as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He paused and turned back to you. “There’s one more gift I have for you. Could you stand up, please?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you got up from the bed. He then laid down and shifted comfortably. “What are you doing?” you giggled, folding your arms over your chest.

“Well, you’ve been really stressed with school recently and I wanted to relieve it.” He smirked, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened as your face turned bright red. “Won’t that hurt you?”

He shrugged. “Just get on top of me, sweetheart. It won’t even hurt me.” He was so sure of it.

You decided it would be fun to try something new, so you started stripping in front of him. You slid down your panties and skirt before making your way over to the bed. “You’re 100% sure?” You didn’t want to suffocate him or anything.

He smiled a little. “Positive. Just go for it.” You straddled onto his face and he wrapped his arm around your thighs, holding you down.

He licked between your lips, causing you to shutter. This felt really weird to be on top of him like this. It didn’t matter though because he had you pinned against him with his arms, so even if you wanted to move, you couldn’t.

You squirmed as his tongue moved slowly and gently. You let out a shaky breath as you leaned your head back. “Fuck…” you mumbled. You bit your lip.

You liked this. It felt good. You had never really thought of this position with him before. You couldn’t understand why it was so comfortable. Maybe it was because of the way he just made you feel safe.

His tongue moved faster, sending shivers all over your body. A moan slipped past your lips when he sucked on your clit. He mumbled something against you that you couldn’t understand, you could only feel the slight vibration from his voice.

You wanted him so bad. You needed him. Mark’s grip on you became tighter. He flicked his tongue against your clit, causing you to scream out a moan.

You grasped his dirty blonde hair and clenched onto it. He placed sloppy kisses on your inner thigh. Your muscles tensed up as your toes curled. He then went back to sucking and messing with your clit.

You could feel yourself coming closer to your climax as your mind became fuzzy. His name tainted your lips as you rocked your hips. “Mark! Mark! I’m gonna cum!”

You screamed out when your orgasm hit and a wave of pleasure surged through your entire body. You were left panting slightly and your hands gripped into Mark's scalp. You finally met your climax, making you feel suddenly relaxed.

Your heart pounded in your chest and tears pricked your eyes causing your vision to blur. It wasn't often you orgasmed like this. You hadn't had sex with him in weeks due to how busy he was with hockey and how busy you were with school work. You had forgotten how good it felt, especially with him.

You looked down at Mark and saw that his face was now covered in your juices. You gasped, “Oh, my God!” Your face flushed with embarrassment. He let go of you and you slid down to sit on his chest.

He sat up. “It’s okay! It's okay! You’re fine!” He then wiped the mess off his face using the tissues next to his bed. “Did it at least feel good?” He placed his hands on the side of your arms.

You cracked a smile and nodded. “Yeah…” You tucked a couple strands of hair behind your ear.

He smiled, “Good.” He then messed with the buckle of his pants and shimmied out of his pants and boxers. “Now, your last surprise for the night.”

He wanted you to ride him. How could you say no? You crawled back and aligned his shaft with your entrance. You glanced up at him, and he was ready to go.

You slid him inside of you, his erected member sinking into your tight walls. You gasped while he let out a loud groan. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly as he moaned underneath you.

“You’re so tight,” Mark let out a breathy chuckle before tilting his head back onto the pillow. He held onto your waist, guiding you. “Let me hear you scream. Let me make you feel good,” he whispered under his breath.

He thrust hard into you, your cries getting louder. “That feels so fucking amazing.” He groaned loudly. “Yes! Yes! Oh my god. Fuck…”

You held onto his chest, your nails sinking into his soft skin. You bounced on top of him while whimpering. You could tell he was ready to cum. “Come on, baby! Cum for me!” you whined.

Goosebumps formed in your skin along with a feverish sensation. He thrust harder and faster into you, finally caving in and releasing inside you.

As he moaned in ecstasy, your own release crashed over you. You cried out in pain and pleasure, moaning harshly into the quiet atmosphere. You panted heavily and got up.

You laid next to him and stared at him while smiling. “Thank you for my birthday gift,” you said. “I couldn’t have asked for a better one.”

Mark smiled up at you. “Of course. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You placed a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling away. “Is it fine if I use your shower tonight?”

He smirked, “We can use it together if you want.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully. “Shut up.”

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x y/n #smut fanfiction #umich hockey #umich hockey x reader #mark estapa smut

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greazyfloz · 11 months

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May you please write this for ether mark estpa or Luke Hughes with these two promotes:

“Let’s make a tape” “ I’ll reward you with an orgasm”

Thank you very much

Smut: 10. "Let's make a tape" & 1. "I'll reward you with an orgasm" w/ Mark Estapa

Ticklish Mistakes

I was at my desk doing homework when Mark calls me over from my bed where we was laying. I look back at him and wait for him to continue as he scrolls through his phone.

"You send me a lot of nudes" he says

"Are you looking at my nudes right now?" I ask him laughing as I make my way over to the bed. I lay beside him as he presses play on a video tilting his phone my way so we can both watch.

"Mark" I say as my moans sound out from his phone. He giggles looking at me, "Why are you showing me this?" I ask him

"Watching you watch yourself turns me on"

I laugh and grab his phone from him as I fall so my chest is on his, laying on top of him. He looks down and kisses my lips before flipping me on my back so he is looking down at me.

"Let's make a tape" he says smiling

"Mark, no what if someone sees it on your phone?"

"I have 500 pictures of your tits and no one has said anything" he says smashing his lips against mine, "Please, I'm all ready"

he guides my hand down to his bulge and makes me rub it. He looks down and bites his lip waiting for my answer. "I'll reward you with an orgasm" he tells me

"Okay" I smile

He jumps off excitedly and I start recording him and he gets undressed, "Ladies and gentleman" I start then zoom in and out on his dick, "Mark ESTAPAAAA"

He laughs then grabs the phone from my hand then points it my me, "Your turn". I stand up and take my shirt off while continuing to stare at the camera of his phone I bite my lip before shimming out of my pants pulling my panties down with them, "Wooo! babe you are sexy!" Mark says before I unclasp my bra letting it fall to the floor. I bounce my boobs then giggle, "Turn show my your bum" he says

I turn and shake my ass for the camera then Mark slaps it hard making me giggle again. I turn and push Mark so he is sitting on the bed. I drop to my knees and begin sucking on his balls while looking up at the camera.

I then flick my tongue on his cock then swirl it around before gliding my mouth up and down. "Fuck babe, you so good at this" he tells me as he continue sucking back and forth, I take him out and catch my breath before taking him back and forth faster glucking as I take his dick down my throat.

Spit webs from my mouth and his cock as I pull away. He pushes himself back positioning himself the right way on the bed and I lift my leg over him to ride him. I place his cock at my entrance and then sink fast on his cock. I moan loudly as I begin bouncing up and down. With his free hand he squeezes my tits, "Yes, Mark your cock feels so good inside my pussy baby" I moan as he begins thrusting himself inside of me as I ride him.

"Oh-Oh my gooood!" I moan as I ride Mark's cock

"Fuck you're so sexy" Mark says

"Do you want to cum?" I ask riding his cock, "Do you want to cum in this pussy?"

"Yes baby" he says then grunts as continues thrusting in me, "I'm cumming, fuck!" he moans out as he comes inside of me. I wait until he finishes filling my up then lay between his legs. I lay in doggy position facing the other direction as both my legs rest on both sides of him. He points the camera at my pussy as his fingers push down on the sides to show the camera his cum inside of me.

He pulls the phone away then slaps my ass hard making me whimper. I stand from the bed and he is still recording so I grab the phone, "Okay, thats enough" I tell him. I press end and he reaches for his phone but I lift it high up so he can't reach it

"Babe, I just want to watch" he says laughing

"It wasn't memorable to remember? Better delete it and try again another time" I say laughing.

Mark tickles me and my thumb slides on the phone as I keep it from him, the send sound plays from his phone and we both pause, "Oh fuck" I say and look at his phone, "OH FUCK!" I say again.

Mark takes the phone from my hands and sees the video we just made sent to the whole team. He looks at me shocked for a second then types, "DON'T WATCH THAT!"

"Mark they are still going to watch it" I say and we both look at each other and burst out laughing. "I don't know why I'm laughing, this really isn't funny" I say

"I'm going to get razzed" he laughs then his phone pings...

Jay: "ESTAPA"

Phillippe: "WTF??????"

Dylan: "Oh my god, wait until I tell Y/n on you!"

Mark: "I told you guys not to watch!"

Ethan: "BRO"

Steve: "Oh my god, I just watched why didn't one of you say it was a fucking sex tape?"

Mark: "I literally just said not to watch twice"

Nolan: "I was about to watch anyway, thanks holtzy for the warning!"

Mark: "Dylan go ahead, she's the one that sent it"

Jay: "?????"

Ethan: "What?"

Dylan: "NO WAY"

Mark: "It was an accident"

#umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey smut #hockey imagines #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa #mark estapa smut

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sc0tters · 8 months

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Buttons | Mark Estapa

summary: when you get frustrated and do some pretty ballsy things at a party, Mark realises that it’s about time he lets you that he wants more than just a fuckbuddy out of you.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v, swearing, underaged drinking.

word count: 2.44k

authors note: I was in a rut trying to write yesterday, thinking it’s doing better today but who knows? Realised that this is the first thing I’ve written for Mark on here and I’m not upset. This request has been sitting in the works for a while so let’s hope good things have come from that.

You knew it was going to end badly for you.

Mark had been ignoring you since you arrived at the party because some little blonde girl found herself by his arm the entire time.

Whilst you knew Mark could do it because you weren’t dating him, you were merely his fuck buddy. You couldn’t help but feel a bit neglected.

The boy hadn’t slept with you in over two weeks, part of that was because you had your period during week one and week two was all about this girl.

As much as you wanted to ignore it, knowing that a guy is thinking about someone else whilst he is fucking you into oblivion is not attractive.

So instead you stood against a wall deep in conversation with Mackie and Ethan as your eyes never left the Michigan native “I’m going to go get another drink.” Mackie announced leaving you alone with the Canadian.

Ethan was always attractive to you but you never made a move because Mark made one on you before you had the chance “looking real nice today princess,” Ethan leaned forward so you could hear him over the sound of the music.

His hand wrapped around your waist when you smiled “you don’t look too bad yourself Edwards.” You took the beer from his hand letting your lips wrap around the bottle as you took a sip.

If he didn’t have as much self restraint Ethan would have groaned at the sight “gonna get me in trouble,” by now you had realised that Mark was staring at the two of you as the blonde he was with was busy kissing his neck.

You couldn’t help but giggle “we aren’t dating,” you reminding him as you felt like this was Mark getting a taste of his own medicine.

Sure you probably should have felt bad using Ethan for this but the moment he hooked his fingers under your jaw you knew it was no longer your fault “you’re gonna need to stop me if you don’t want this.” Ethan mumbled as his lips hovered over yours.

It made your heart thump as you nodded giving the boy the green light as he kissed you, Ethan wasn’t a bad kisser by any means but you mind knew he wasn’t your favourite, that was a position for Mark.

Mackie was unaware of what was going on as he came back to you two “you will not believe what I saw!” The boy cut himself off when you pulled away from Ethan “sorry,” the younger boy apologised as his cheeks turned red.

You sent Mackie a smile “don’t be,” you squeezed Ethan’s hand “I’m going to the bathroom.” You announced trying your best to hide your smirk as you walked past Mark who sent a glare in the direction of the boys.

Just like usual the selection of bathrooms at the senior parties that were free were slim “perfect,” you mumbled to yourself finding one that was unlocked and free.

The mirror stared back at you as you ran your fingers through your hair letting you see how your swollen lips looked without a fresh coat of lipgloss.

Mark was stood in the kitchen when you came back down, he was busy trying to make himself a drink “hey Markie,” you cooed as a devilish grin formed on your face.

That only ever meant trouble when it came to you “what can I do for you pretty girl?” He smiled seeing you stop standing next to him.

Your hand grabbed his “got a present for you,” you explained grabbing it out of your shorts pocket.

He would have had to have been an idiot to not notice the lacey material against his hand “what-” his eyes went wide as he saw the dark shade of red, that was his favourite set of yours.

It was like he forgot how to speak English “when you remember what’s waiting for you, you know where to find me.” Your voice was soft as you kissed the lobe of his ear before you went back to Ethan who pulled you onto his lap on the couch.

The Michigan native swore that smoke was coming out of his ears when his teammate wrapped his arm around your waist. Mark didn’t know if it was the panties in his hand or the fact that he knew you weren’t wearing any that made him was to blow a fuse.

Mark 🛑: meet me in Nicks room now

y/n 🩷: got an Uber outside, I’m not fucking you in your teammates room.

It actually made him laugh how you knew what was going to happen, he was always so predictable to you “I’ll see you later E,” you mumbled as you pressed a kiss to his temple before you got up letting Mark wrap his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out of there.

That was the thing, despite all the other people that came into your lives none of them ever made it into your beds. That was a space simply for the two of you “been a bad girl for me princess.” Marks words sent shivers down your spine.

Your thighs squeezed together as you smiled “only do it for you baby,” you mumbled running your fingers along the hem of his shirt.

Mark wanted to take you there and then “get in the car,” he muttered as he opened the door letting you slide across the leather seats “busy night huh?” The driver asked with a smile looking into the rear view mirror totally obvious to the desire that practically oozed out of your and Marks ears.

Whilst the boy tried to focus on making small conversations with the driver you only had one thing in mind. Your hand ran up Mark’s thigh as your lips went to his neck “Markie,” you whimpered as the boys eyes continued to ignore you “just here will do thanks,” Mark announced as he saw the sophomore house that sat on the hill.

Before the car came to a stop you were already hopping out of it “have a good night,” the driver smiled as he finally realised what was going on.

Marks hand wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him “you too dude,” with the slam of the car door Marks lips were on yours.

It was a messy kiss as the tastes of your drinks mixed together letting the beer on his tongue practically make you drunk all over again “house,” was all you could get out as you were growing impatient.

He laughed as your comment made him hold out his hand as he pulled you in the direction of the house. Thankfully everyone on campus was at the party so nobody noticed the way Mark had to carry you into the house and up the stairs because all you wanted was to kiss him “Mark please,” you begged as your foot shut the door behind him leaving you in his room alone.

You gasped when your back hit the mattress “shouldn’t even touch you with the way you’ve been acting.” Mark muttered to himself as he joined you on his bed letting his lips nip at your neck.

The comment made you scoff “not my fault you were with her.” You shot back running your fingers through his hair.

Mark laughed as he looked up with a grin “you jealous of her princess?” He smirked kissing up your jaw until his lips hovered over yours.

His eyes only seemed to look at yours as he waited for your answer “I’m not,” you pouted as your eyebrows furrowed “you sure?” He teased letting his lips fall to the sides of your own rather than on your lips how you wanted it.

You knew you were going send yourself into some hot water “why would I be when I had Ethan.” That was the killer line with the same level of delivery.

The boy pushed his lips into a fine line “that mouth is going get you into some trouble.” He tapped his fingers on your lips as he laughed.

It made you smirk “what are you going to do about it?” Your voice ran through his ears as his eyes turned dark “gonna wish you didn’t say that.” Mark mumbled as he leaned down finally giving you what you wanted.

Teeth clashed against each other as his hand went down your waist “shit,” you groaned as you felt the denim of your shorts hit your clit.

The hockey player smirked as he pulled away letting his lips pull at your lower one “I need you so much right now, fuck.” Mark groaned as you were two usually into foreplay but some nights you simply needed a good fuck that meant in order for you to last long enough there was next to no foreplay, this was one of those nights.

His boner was hard as his shorts felt like they were sucking the life out of his cock “what are you waiting for then?” Your eyebrows wriggled as he pulled his shirt over his head leaving you to do the same thing with your own.

Mark knew he’d never get over the sight of you in that red bra “you knew I was gonna fuck you tonight didn’t ya?” He smiled as his knees fell between your legs as he pecked your lips making sure to kiss each part of you. From your neck, to the valley of your breasts “there were made for me,” Mark mumbled as he let his hands cup your bra before he continued to make his way down to the waistband of your shorts.

He smiled as he undid the buttons helping you slide out of them “gotta hear you scream tonight,” the hockey player confessed placing a kiss on your thigh “what are you waiting for then?” Your voice bounced off of the walls as you reached up to untie the string on his shorts “you poor boy,” you cooed seeing his boner in the boxers that you began to palm.

Mark threw his head back feeling your hand against him “don’t make me wait,” he grumbled wrapping his hand around your wrist as he forced you to stop.

Deciding that it was best to avoid irritating him further you listened pulled his boxers down as he handed up a condom. Marks big secret in life was that watching you roll that condom over his cock was his favourite thing to see “always do it so well,” Mark groaned as your cold hand with flush his his lower torso “come here.” You mumbled motioning for him to come down and kiss you again.

His hand guided his cock to your pussy as he teased your clit “fuck,” you groaned trying to force your hips up to meet his “never gets old.” Marks voice was rough agreeing with yours as he guided his cock inside of your pussy.

Like normal his forehead rested on yours as he ran his hands down your thighs as he brought your legs over his shoulders “fuck!” You gasped as you clenched around him “you think Ethan could fuck you like this?” Mark asked smiling as he continued to kiss your lips feeling like the cherry lipgloss that you had reapplied in the bathroom was like a drug to him.

When you didn’t answer the hockey player let his teeth softly sink into your lip as he let out a grunt “no Mark.” Your face scrunched up “this pussy is yours.” You added making him practically want to come on the spot.

The idea of the you being his and his only warmed his heart. What had started off as a drunken meetings between you two that morphed into hookups when you needed them, now had left both of you with feelings. You had found yourself growing jealous when girls tried to flirt with him and as much as you tried to act like it wasn’t important. Because you weren’t with him, but with each girl who tried her luck it was harder to ignore how you felt about him.

Mark was in a similar position to you, each moment of his free time he wanted to spend it with you. All of the boys had warned him about you catching feelings but he never thought that it would last twelve months and that he’d be the one catching them “all mine?” Mark asked as he nipped at your jaw making sure that the bruises would show up in the morning.

You nodded as his hand found it’s place between you two resting his thumb on your clit “made for you,”you groaned using all of your strength to pepper kisses against his jaw.

Moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping bounced off of the walls “you’re gonna make me come,” you announced letting him know it as he increased his pace “right behind you baby.” Mark let his head fall to your shoulder as he kissed the bare skin.

His breath warmed up your skin causing your hand to wrap into his hair “so good baby,” he cooed as he looked up to see your eyes rolling back into your head.

That was the thing, sex with Mark was always so soft. Even if you two were pissed of before hand, always ended softly “let go baby, you don’t gotta ask tonight.” The hockey players confession was enough to get you off.

Your eyes screwed shut as your body shuddered with pleasure “right there shit!” You almost forgot how to breathe as you kept on repeating profanities.

When your pussy clenched around his cock in bursts it caused his orgasm to follow shortly behind your own “so good princess.” Mark helped you through your high as your chest raised trying to steady your breathing.

Marks cock slid out of your pussy as he let your legs fall down to your sides “you ready for round two?” You smiled getting the upper body strength to push yourself up.

The comment made him laugh “I gotta ask you something first though princess.” Mark pulled you onto him as he pushed your hair out of your face “yeah?” You tried to ignore the mushy feeling that came through your chest.

Just as you were ready to sink back down onto his cock he dropped one the question he had been trying to decide on for months “let’s do something tomorrow that’s off campus.” He offered groaning as you stopped yourself halfway hearing the news.

“Fuck me like you mean it and then you can take me wherever you want baby.”

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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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🧊 with estapa plz!!

NOOOOO MARK ANGST 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

you tried so hard, so desperately hard to give him everything he had ever wanted. you poured your heart and soul into the relationship, striving to meet his every need and desire. day by day, you tried to become the girl he had always wanted, molding yourself into what you thought would make him happy.

despite your best efforts, it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you could never quite meet his expectations. the constant feeling of inadequacy gnawed at you, leaving you wondering if you'd ever be enough for him.

mark's words hung heavy in the air, like a storm cloud threatening to unleash hurt emotions. the combination of anxiety and hurt hurled up inside you, threatening to consume you whole. each sentence felt like a sharp blade, cutting through your heart and twisting it, leaving a big wound. the nausea of anxiety churned in your stomach, and you felt as though you might physically become ill from the weight of his words.

you could only grasp a few fragments of what he had said, not even processing more than the few words he had began with, "i think we should break up."

"y/n?"

you were suddenly brought back this moment, snapped away from your emotions as you nodded in response, not trusting your voice to speak as you held in every emotion you were feeling.

"i just think... it's better this way," mark continued, his voice tinged with sadness.

you swallowed hard, your voice trembling. "better how?"

he looked at you, and for a moment, the mask of indifference slipped, revealing the quiet turmoil beneath his facade. "for both of us. we're holding each other back, with my hockey career and your school. it's just time we moved on with our lives."

what he meant by everything he just said was, he didn't want you to hold him back; he didn't want you to be in his future. his short words felt like a dagger to your heart, and you fought to hold back tears. "but i love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

mark's gaze faltered, and you saw a glimmer of the pain you felt reflected back in those eyes you love─no, loved. "i know," he replied quietly, his gaze soften at your words. "but sometimes love just isn't enough."

he doesn't say anything for a moment, just takes a swig from his bottle. finally, he speaks, "it's not about you not being enough."

your eyebrows furled in confusion as you glance at him, waiting for an explanation.

he sighs, looking a little frustrated. "we want different things, you know? different futures, different paths."

your heart sinks as you grasp his meaning, "so, you're saying i'm in the way of what you want?"

mark winces as he sighs, "no, it's not like that, but-"

"but what, mark?" you push, anger and hurt taking over your emotions.

he finally looks at you, his eyes full of regret, "but, i can't keep dragging you along a road you don't want to travel. you deserve to find your own path, too. when i get drafted, we can't... we won't be able to stay together through the distance."

the finality in his tone hung heavy in the air, and you knew that this was the end, even though your heart ached at the thought. even if you gave him everything and it wasn't enough.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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dmercer91 · 9 months

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the girl in your arms, me94

in which mark is very persuasive (18+)

here is the very delayed part 2 to the girl in your dreams (mark estapa x hotline girl! reader) brought to a screen near you by the common cold and the extra free time it provides (4.5k)

“if that boy of yours keeps coming in here, you’re gonna owe me a new pack,” you jumped out of your skin, the voice unexpected from behind you

“he’s not my boy. i’ll get you a 20 from my tips tonight, dot. cant buy my own cause then i’ll keep buyin’ em,” you murmured, quickly slipping her pack of cigarettes into your back pocket and going out the back door

he was already there.

you stayed as far away as you could without being serenaded by the other fellow nearby, a regular with a guitar who’d become attached to the idea of you in his bed

you took the pack back out and slid a cig from it, taking the lighter stashed in the empty side of the box out with it as well and placing it in your mouth

sliding your thumb along the lighter, it made a familiar flicking noise at you, but refused to light

again, and again, giving you nothing but sparks of false hope where you desperately needed a flame

he was next to you before you could even vocalize any frustrations, having watched you carefully for the right moment to come closer

you cursed your coworkers empty lighter, looking up at him while his tongue poked out through his lips, eyes focused on lighting your fix

the one you’d only needed cause he was here in the first place.

“you look real pretty tonight, y/n/n,” your stomach flipped inside out, backwards and side to side all in one, his tone sweet and honest

truly, what you would give to stop caring about sweet tones and genuineness

“i drink cause of you, n’ you’re smoking cause of me.. so why can’t-“

“mark,” you quickly shut him down, scolding him in a way that had his eyes filling with sadness

he looked lost, like a puppy at the feet of its person who’d seemed to forget they’d ever had a dog to begin with

your hand was shaking as you pulled it to and from your lips, trying to ignore mark as he took a step closer

“y/n, please,” he whispered, hand ghosting over your waist for a moment before landing, thumb softly moving back and forth over your skin

you twitched at the initial contact, settling far too quickly for your liking, but then moving away.

“you need to stop coming here, baby. really. you’re not doing anything good to yourself,” he shook his head, grabbing your hand once you dropped your cigarette and squished it into the pavement

“m’ trying to do good, i promise. good by you, i’ll always be good by you. please just-“ you cupped his face, his ramble cutting off within a beat and his cheeks going warm against your hands

his eyes fluttered shut, lips parting like just the feeling of you against him brought him a lifetime of peace.

he nestled closer, placing kisses against your palm and making your heart ache harder than it already was

“you’ve done a real good job, mark. at proving that you’re the boy in my dreams. you’re an angel boy. still doesn’t mean that i’m right for you,” his eyes blinked open again, that flash of pain stronger and longer lasting

you shouldn’t have touched him, especially not like this. it was a false sense of hope, but you didn’t know any other way to keep him quiet

“you are, though” he croaked, earning a hitch of your breath

you didn’t mean for any of this to happen

“you’re my girl. stubborn, n’ trying to do the right thing even if it hurts. beautiful, and smart and you. you’re her, you’re right for me,” you gulped, wiping your thumb against the high points of his cheek ever so gently

and then, you did the only thing you could think of.

“i don’t want this, mark. i just want you to leave me alone,” you watched as his chest heaved, as he blinked away tears and shook his head like he was shaking off a bad drill at practice

you watched as he pulled from you, tilting his head like he was confused. you’d never outright told him it’s not what you wanted, cause that wasn’t true.

he knew you were trying to protect him from yourself and somehow your words still felt unbearable

you’d stabbed him in the heart, weeks ago. he’d clean off the knife, hand it back to you as an act of peace, you’d carefully do it again, leave the knife in place every day he came to the bar, it was a routine.

tonight, you twisted the blade, pushed it deeper.

“that- that’s not true, you’re lying,” he stated, voice shaky and eyes watering. you couldn’t watch this, so you turned and headed back for the door

he grabbed your wrist, making a point to be gentle with you no matter how upset he was - he’d never hurt his girl.

he grabbed both of your hands and a tear dropped down his cheeks

“you’re lying to me. admit that you’re lying,” he was almost frantic, eyes switching back and forth from wide to numb while he tried to regulate his thoughts

maybe you weren’t lying. maybe you hadn’t wanted to hurt his feelings, so you spared him until you got too annoyed, needed to get him off you.

it was like his world was crashing down, all hope lost, until a cab drove by, it’s fog lights reflecting in your eyes to show that they were watering- you were on the verge of tears

seeing him like this, upset and confused and crying, made you cry

he was right

“you- you are lying. you’re lying, why? why’d you say that?” you just shook your head, trying to pull away from his hands, but he pressed his forehead to yours.

you couldn’t. moving away from him while he was like this, that wasn’t an option. especially when all he truly wanted, the thing that would fix it all, would be to call you his.

feasible, but a bad idea.

but then he moved closer, and closer, until his lips were brushing against yours. until you could taste the beer on his mouth

until your hands were in his hair and his were cupping your face

he was as sweet as you’d dreamt. a few quick, soft kisses first, those turning into long, meaningful ones.

his hair was soft and his lips were softer, he was jittery and you knew what came next would crush him, but that he wouldn’t back down regardless.

you pulled away, marks hands tilting your head so you’d be looking up at him, swollen lips and red cheeks hidden in the dark of the night

“please go home, mark,”

“i’ve only had two beer. you can’t cut me off,”

tonight was the same as the last, save for the fact that it was far past last call, and there had been no cigarettes or kisses

on top of that, mark was still nursing the same beer he’d got from you however many hours ago, watching you clean up with a glint of admiration never leaving his eyes.

so, the same but different.

he was still here. he’d still shown up like he had every other day you served, he still only drank beer, and he still requested you as his server despite every other member off the bar staff being well aware who he wanted.

and even though it got you in shit with ryan, cause he was jealous and pissed cause one guy was taking up a spot in his bar to only ever spend $16, even though you might’ve felt like you were leading him on, giving in a little too much, you could never refuse him.

you could never tell him to leave, only explain that you couldn’t be his. you could never kick him out of the bar when, truly, it would crush you to see him leave

it would crush you if one day, he didn’t walk through the doors at four pm sharp, right as you clocked in.

it would crush you if you looked towards the door after walking out onto the floor and didn’t see a wind struck head of fluffy, messed up blonde hair

if he wasn’t always standing there with a shy grin and sunburnt cheeks, looking for you.

harder than it’d crush him, you think. if you told him to go. he just didn’t know it.

it was just the two of you, in silence. you always turned off the music after most of the drunks left, not wanting to give yourself anymore of a headache then you had already

after cleaning up the dishes, you pulled the mostly empty bottle from a grinning marks hands and threw it out, then carried the recycling to the back along with the bag of trash you’d previously tied and laid by your feet.

you gently moved his hands from the counter and he set them on his lap, eyes following you while you sprayed down the counter and wiped it down with a rag.

you looked up at him for a quick second, then back at your table, and then to him again.

“where’s home, for you? know you’re not from newark,” mark licked his lips slightly, taking a second.

your question didn’t require a second, not unless he was lying, so you paused your cleaning until he spoke up.

“here, with you. you’re home,” you sent him a scolding look, shaking your head slightly.

you thought of correcting him, drilling it further into his brain that you couldn’t have him, he couldn’t have you.

and then you remembered the night before, where his voice went hoarse and his eyes were teary as he plead with you to tell him you didn’t want him to leave you.

you refused to have that again, so you blinked

“i’m not- i’m.. that’s really sweet, baby. but you know that’s not what i meant. where’re you from?” he grinned sheepishly, your lack of correcting him only boosting his confidence

“michigan. where’s your home?” the look he gave you, soft and curious, want written all over his face, told you that the answer he was looking for was him.

he wanted you to tell him he was your home, like he’d told you.

that was a little too far for your liking, felt a little too manipulative, too much like you were lying to him. so you took it literally.

“i’m from manhattan. hell’s kitchen, if that’s what you’re asking. but i don’t think i found home yet,” you eyed him before scrubbing out one final sticky spot on the wood counter, watching as he looked down with a frown but quickly collected himself.

it stayed quiet while you finished the rest of your closing tasks, his eyes drilled into you wherever you went.

you let him stay seated while the rest of the chairs in the bar had been on countertops and tables, everything shut down for the night.

“you should get going, sweetheart. i’ve gotta count my tray,” you slid him his card, already having closed him out for the sake of his bank account, knowing he had a tendency to tip egregious numbers.

like he knew already, he handed you three twenties, and you shook your head.

“you’re not tipping me 700%, mark. please go, i’ll see you tomorrow,” you kept your tone sweet, tried to treat him like any regular customer.

but he wasn’t.

“come with me,” he whispered, leaving the cash on the table despite your efforts to make him keep it.

you eyed him from the side, tugging your cash drawer out of the till and placing it down.

he grabbed your hand in both of his, messing with your fingers, kissing your palm sweetly. “come with me, please?”

you shook your head softly, cupping his face and swiping your thumb along his cheek quickly before taking your hand back and starting to set up your count.

“to your hotel, baby? you know i can’t. if i come home in the morning ryan’ll be a handful,” he shook his head, just as you did. but with anxiety filling his eyes

maybe this was a bad idea.

“to michigan. i’ve already got your plane ticket, n’ ethan’s switching rooms now that our friend mackie is moving, so you could stay with us. with me,” he mumbled, blush intensifying his already red cheeks.

“mark..” is all you could say, slowly pushing your drawer back into its spot, the count be damned.

“please? please, just give me one chance. i’m just trying to help, i-“ you grabbed his hands, soothed his rambles with sweet patterns on his knuckles.

you shook your head solemnly, and he stood from his chair. you met him on the other side of the bar, planning to try and comfort him with a hug, but he grabbed your face.

his hands were big compared to your jaw, but he was so soft, so gentle with you. you knew he’d beg just from the glint in his eyes.

you knew you’d give in when he pressed his forehead against yours, let his fingers glide in under the nape of your neck so he had his hands buried in your hair.

“please. if you don’t like it there, i’ll get you your ticket back. i just need you to let me prove that you’re perfect for me. please, one chance. s’ all i’ll need. i- i wouldn’t have got the ticket if i didn’t think you’d come, i know you want to, y/n. please,”

“i can’t,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes and shortly beginning to stream down your cheeks

“you’re wrong. tell me you want to come? you can leave this, you deserve better. i know- i know you want to, i know you do,” you took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around his neck while he adjusted his forehead on yours, grounding you

“you know i do,” you confirmed, “but-“

he didn’t let you finish. there wasn’t an excuse in the world that could make him drop this. drop you.

“then come,” he pleaded, stepping closer to you and moving one hand to the top of your head, pushing your bangs back out of your eyes.

you nodded slightly, just enough for him to feel it against his forehead and let out a sigh of relief, like a brick had been taken off his chest.

he kissed you, again. just as sweet as the last, but hungry.

your fists clenched around his shirt, balling it up to keep him as close to you as humanly possible.

he backed you into the counter, so gentle with you it was a shock his hips moved you at all. the hand and the top of your head moved to your waist, his fingers touching every free inch of skin they could manage under your shirt

it was a long while before you pulled away, only to catch your breath, and you were met with the mark you met on the phone. blushing and out of breath.

the mark that whined, and pleaded, and drank up praise like he needed it to survive.

so, you dragged him by the collar and led him to the back room, shoving him up against the metal shelving, adorned with cutlery, towels and clean dishes.

he stayed put while you rummaged through the lost and found bin, picking out one of the many neck ties that came off of the floors of the bar.

you gave him a soft kiss, tugged at his shirt and watched him pull it over his head, always the perfect listener.

you kissed him again, keeping his concentration centred on you. your hands ghosted his abs, his upper body shuddering from the sensation.

you raised his arms, your mouth the perfect distraction as you tied his wrists to the shelf with the tie. he hummed as you tightened it, pulling on his bonds slightly and then tugging his head back

you smiled, and any panic left his features. instead, he was just needy, like never before.

“there’s my sweetheart. good,” his hips jutted and a sweet sigh fell from his lips, the perfect combination of ‘good’ and being your sweetheart bringing him to his own personal heaven.

“d’ you remember our first call? when i said if i got the chance, i’d get my mouth on you? get myself off? and then, you said no, that i could use you… you’d just be my own personal fuck toy,” you looked up at him and he nodded softly, out of breath though he’d hardly done anything.

“yes.. mh, i remember,” he blinked, looking down at you while he tried not to come in his pants from just the way you’d been treating him.

“do you wanna see if you can actually handle that, baby? all that stimulation..” you teased, biting your lip as he nodded vigorously

“please.. yes, baby. please, i’ll be so good, so-“ he chocked on his breath, words coming to a halt the second your hand pressed over the zipper of his pants.

you palmed him slowly, nipping at the skin on his shoulder to keep yourself occupied while he lost any verbal control he thought he had.

“fuck.. fucking god, so good,” his eyes fluttered shut, whines spilling one after the other.. over and over until they got louder, and louder, til he was begging again.

“please.. can i have more? please, baby.. said- said i could have your mouth, want your mouth more than anything,” he babbled, opening his eyes so he could give you a sweet, soft look.

he tugged on his ties, wanting so badly to just touch you, touch himself, even. he hadn’t been sated since the last time he’d called the hotline

he tried so hard, but the thought of you, without your voice or your touch wasn’t good enough anymore

this? this was heaven on earth for him, but he’d still beg for anything you’d give him. beg for more, regardless of if he can handle it.

you gave him a peck on the lips, taking your sweet time unbuttoning his pants while feeding him more and more kisses

once his jeans were pooled around his ankles, he kicked them away. your lips still connected, you slid your fingertips under the waistband of his boxers, never going any further than that.

he whined, yanking at the tie so harshly the shelf he was linked too rattled, cutlery and dishes coming down and clattering around the two of you.

neither of you cared. silently thanking your manager for his refusal to buy real dishes, getting plastic ones in place.

i don’t want any drunk idiots breaking the expensive shit

idiots? maybe. but you weren’t drunk.

“you made a mess,” you mumbled against his lips, leaning right back in and being met with his tongue slipping into your mouth

“the floor or my boxers?” he replied, earning a giggle from your lips.

you waited til you were nearly suffocating before pulling away from him, kneeling down and kissing his hip bones. his light, joking mood switched right back to a needy one, head knocking back against the shelving

you kissed the head of his cock through his boxers, precum having leaked through long ago and giving you a clear idea of where he was most sensitive

“i think the boxers were my fault, baby,” you teased and he hummed, tugging again, more gently this time as to not drop anything on you now that he knew his limit.

you kissed along his happy trail, pulling his boxers down once you got to the waist of them, much to marks enjoyment.

he sighed in relief once they’d hit the floor, kicking them away to where his pants had gone and bracing himself.

you started with your hands, spitting onto him and slowly moving up and down, twisting your wrist.

you swiped your thumb over his head, earning a sweet moan from above you and a twitch of his thigh.

once you were sure he’d had enough teasing, you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking softly and revelling in the gasp it pulled from him.

the quiet, soft grunts your hand had cause turned into sweet, needy ones the second he felt your mouth, so you went deeper, and deeper, each new inch of you he was feeling making him louder and more careless

and then you did it one last time, your nose pressing against his stomach and a cry following your hum.

you looked up to see him wriggling his wrists in his restraint, desperate to touch you but being unable to work around the knot you’d tied him up with.

“oh.. angel. my angel, fuck that feels so.. perfect, you’re perfect,” he rushed out, now gripping onto the metal bar he was linked to. you hummed against him, earning a sweet ‘fuck’ from the back of his throat

his voice cracked adorably, halfway through a moan. his soft, more or less controlled tone becoming nothing of the sort. gritty and raw, like he was singing after throat surgery

you bobbed your head back and forth, eventually pulling away for a breath, letting mark catch his as well.

the second your lips were on him, though, his hips rutted forward, he’d lost all control.

you pulled away again, giving him a scolding look even though he wasn’t looking at you. his eyes were closed, but he could feel it

“m’ sorry, baby. m’ so sorry, you feel like heaven,” he whimpered, hips twitching once more.

you decided not to be too harsh on him, give him back his stimulation. that was the whole point, wasn’t it? to give him too much to see when he broke. so that’s what you were gonna do.

you didn’t let up until he hissed, fucked into your mouth again, and came. without warning, simply an ‘ah, fuck’ followed by a warm sensation down your throat.

he apologized before you could even pull away, claiming to not have known he was so close

in truth, he was afraid you wouldn’t have given him your permission.

you swallowed, marks eyes going a little wide as you hummed and licked the remnants of him from your lips

“that’s alright, baby. i’m meant to take care of you, remember?” he nodded slightly, but then shook his head

“wanna be good for you.. want you to tell me i’m good,” you smiled, standing back up and giving him a soft kiss.

“tell me i’m good, please? s’ all i want,” you hummed running your fingers through his hair, already sticking to his forehead with sweat even though you’d only given him head.

“i can’t tell you that unless you are good though, hm?” he frowned slightly, eyes begging for you to give him something he’d be able to succeed at- something he could do no problem. he just wanted your praise

“we’re gonna sit over there,” you pointed to the desk chair by the computer, the one you were currently meant to be doing payroll on. “and i’m gonna let you have your hands, baby,”

he nodded sweetly, eyes following your movements as you quickly rid of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your undergarments

you untied him, leaving kisses along the irritated skin of his wrist, caused by his pulling and tugging.

“sit, baby.” he nodded and made his way over to the chair, pupils blowing wide when you sat yourself on his lap.

“now, you can touch. use your mouth, leave kisses.. but you can’t come until i say, sweetheart.. okay?” he nodded once more, looking up at you while you lifted yourself and slid down onto his length, eyes rolling and fluttering shut from the feel of him.

he bit down on your shoulder once you bottomed out, the noise threatening to spill from him embarrassing at best, pathetic at worst.

you shuddered, gripping onto his shoulders and using him as leverage to ride.

he touched anything he could. his mouth went from your lips to the tops of your boobs and everywhere in between. your neck, shoulders and chest would no doubt be littered with his love bites when he was done

he never used his hands to control you, only squeezed and traced and loved on you.

you could feel the vibrations of his moans against whichever spots he was using for kisses, the nipping not keeping him quiet in the way he thought it might

if anything, he was being louder and the muffling toned it down to his previous volume.

he thought you felt perfect, like he could die right here with you wrapped around him and be the happiest man to grace the afterlife

you hadn’t realized how badly you needed him. how close you already were with just a couple rolls and bounces of your hips against him

he filled you just right. he wasn’t painful, but he certainly wasn’t leaving any room for growth. his moans and whines egged you on until you were fluttering around him and gasping.

your stomach dropped and your world was spinning.

mark had pulled away to look at you, enamoured with the way you gnawed on your lip and squeezed your eyes shut

“mark.. mark, fuck” you whimpered, stumbling over his name and losing your breath.

that almost had him, especially when you started going a little quicker to ride out your high, nearly getting yourself there a second time with the new pace and with mark getting louder

he just stared at you, hoping and praying for your permission before he broke without it.

“you’re so good to me, sweetheart. my good boy,” you ruffled his hair, pulling at it slightly and smiling at the feeling of him releasing.

he gripped your waist so hard you thought you might bruise and his final stretch of moans were so soft and angelic, you wished you’d recorded them so you could add them to every playlist you had and every one you’d ever make

a long string of curses and mumbles of your name followed as you continued to grind against him

eventually, you settled, pressing your forehead against his and chuckling breathily

you kissed him again, and again, his hands going to the side of your head.

“gonna be the death of me, y/n/n”

“s’ one hell of a way to go,”

you leant your head on marks shoulder, the flight attending noting procedures in case of an emergency.

mark kissed your temple, grabbing your hand and rubbing along your knuckles.

“you ready to go home, angel?” you smiled, looking up at him and pecking his lips

“i’ve been home since last night, at the bar. you’re my home,”

#e’s fics #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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wintfleur · 3 months

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Ethan and mark would fuck you so dumb, like theyre both such big guys, and ghey definitely seem like the type to taunt you (moreso ethan but still)

AHHHH

I can totally see Ethan fucking you from behind while your sucking mark off . . . Ethan would fuck into you harder, enjoying the sound of you gagging on marks dick, taunting you and saying something like “oh is that all you can take? Cant handle both of our cocks . . . your the one who was acting like a needy slut for us?” And then Ethan would coo and pat your head and say something like “I know I know pretty . . . He’s being so mean, don’t listen to him. You’re being such a good girl for us”

IM SCREAMING AT THE THOUGHT !!!

#﹕─┈ roro’s n.sfw asks #﹕─┈ roro’s n.sfw thoughts #mark estapa smut #ethan edwards smut

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leafsbabe · 10 months

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how Mark Estapa is like in bed

what Mark Estapa is like in bed:

- he’s a real cuddly guy

- just loves being close to you and holding you

- maybe letting his hands wander a little bit

- Mark is a boob guy through and through but he likes to grab your ass a lot

- it’s just a little bit more socially acceptable

- he’s just a big fan of touching you in general

- Mark is gentle

- or at least he tries to be

- sometimes he still accidentally chokes you with his dick when you’re blowing him

- not on purpose but he still feels bad

- he always makes it up to you though

- likes trying new tricks with his tongue when he eats you out

- and appreciates all kinds of feedback, wrap your legs around his head, pull on his hair, be loud

- he’s not very vocal in bed when it comes to talking

- but his moans are really pretty

- the moment he finds out videos of guys whimpering while they come are hotter than dick pics he’d be unstoppable

- only really does it when he’s on the road though

- keeps things you send him in a locked folder just in case one of his teammates decides to be nosy

- when you’re fucking Mark can go on and on and on

- but after you’re done he tends to crash hard

- he’s an appropriate amount of cuddly

- meaning he’s a stage 10 clinger

his dick:

- long but slim

- got a slight curve but knows how to use that to his adventage

the experience:

9/10

#hib-series #mark estapa #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey player #hockey smut #mark estapa headcanon #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa smut #umich smut #umich imagine

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snugglebug-92 · 1 year

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Mark Estapa x Reader

SMUT

NSFW 18+

It was the first day of freshman year when Y/N and Mark first met. They had the same first 3 periods and the teachers sat them right next to each other. They didn’t talk much but they always competed in their classes. You wanted good grades so you could get into a good college. You wanted to go to UMich. Mark wanted good grades to play hockey. This caused the two to always compete for a better grade. At first, it was fun and games the two would study together and they were decent friends.

Once sophomore year started the hung out more. You would wear his jersey to his games and they had their first kiss. They were together all the time. It was perfect. You had good grades and a cute boy to hang out with. Everything was great.

But once junior year hit it was like a switch was flipped. Mark had to do everything better than Y/N. He stopped talking to her other than to brag about his test scores. He did everything he could to make her life miserable and the two hated each other. He would always rent out the study room You used and would always come into the dinner with his friend right before closing and order the food that took the longest to make.

When senior year rolled around things only got worse. When Mark got an academic scholarship you were the first to know. He rubbed it in your face knowing you had got waitlisted the day before. Their friendship fell apart and you were crying almost every night. How could someone who was once so nice be so mean? You didn’t have too much time to think about it because soon you were getting a call saying that you actually got in and they sent you the wrong information. From that day forward you told yourself you would never fall for the likes of Mark Estapa again.

But that was a short lived promise. While they didn’t see each other over the summer he had no problem sitting down right next to her in their business 101 class. You looked over to see the boy sitting next to you. You slowly got up and moved a few rows back while he was busy trying to connect his laptop to the wifi. It was at that moment Mark realized he really fucked up.

You go to the rest of your classes and switch to a different business class hoping to never have to see Mark again. But you aren’t so lucky. Not only is your roommate’s brother on the hockey team but so is her boyfriend so she drags you to every game. You try your hardest to come up with excuses but you have such a hard time saying no to her. That’s how you find yourself at a hockey game wearing a spare jersey for your roommate's brother picking at the maize fuzz of the Beecher jersey.

“So what do you think so far?” she asks, smiling.

“It’s hockey,” you shrug.

“You really don’t like hockey huh?” she laughs.

“No I just don’t like Estapa,” you say, turning your attention to the loose thread.

“I hope you know when we get back to the dorm you’re telling me everything,” she says, turning her attention back to the ice. And when you get to your dorm you do. You grab the bottle of vodka you had and crack it open taking a long drink before you start. By the time you finish the story the tears are flowing and the bottle was taken away.

“I’m sorry,” she frowns, not knowing what to say. To her marks were nothing but sweet. Obviously she believes you but there has to be something missing. She pulls you into her side as you wipe your tears.

“It’s okay,” you shrug.

“You don’t have to go to any more games if you don’t want to. I’ll find someone else or go with the other girlfriends. I shouldn’t have forced you.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know,” you wipe away the remaining tears. The next semester is a little better. You have more business classes which is nice. You almost forget about Mark until you see him at a party. You can’t help but want to punch him for being so perfect. You leave not long after.

Soon it’s sophomore year and Mark is practically unavoidable. You both have the same major so most of your classes are together. You don’t have to deal with him until a teacher assigns you together for a partner project. It ends in a screaming match and 2 separate projects being turned in. After that you never get partnered up again.

Before long it’s the second semester and with that comes spring break. Since you’re from Michigan you let your roommate drag you to a game to watch her boyfriend play. They win and you guys all go to a small party to celebrate. You end up leaving halfway through the party.

Everything is fine until you hear everyone talking about it or him. Mark fucking Estapa. He had an article published about him and how cool he is or some bullshit. You almost throw your phone when it appears on your Instagram feed. You can’t believe how much of a stuck up asshole the boys become. You roll your eyes before heading to the gym to blow off some steam.

That Saturday you find yourself at a party celebrating the hockey team's big win. You’re just there for the free alcohol. You’re standing in a corner watching everything happen when he walks up beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Mark smirks.

“Shut up Woodruff,” you growl at the boy.

“Hey white flag, put the claws away,” he laughs.

“What do you want?”

“To talk?”

“Oh now you want to talk. Mr. High and Mighty want to talk to me. Wow boy do I feel special.”

“Let’s go up stairs,” he grabs your hand leading you up to his room.

“What do you want to talk about?” you grumble at the boy.

“I’m sorry. Look I know I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“Well you’re about 3 years too late,” you say leaving. Your hand grabs the handle and you twist it about to exit. That's when Mark does the only rational thing in his mind. He grabs you and kisses you. You let go of the handle and move your hands to his hair. His hands rest on your lower waist and he pulls you flush against him. His hands move to your thighs as he carries you to his bed. He takes his sweatshirt off before placing his lips back against yours. You fist his t-shirt as he continues to kiss you. You pull away and realize the position you are in. Straddling the hips of the man you hate the most. You take off your shirt before tugging at the edge of Marks hoping he gets the hint. He takes his t-shirt off and starts to kiss down your jaw line.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he questions.

“Yeah. But I haven’t,” you whisper.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He flips over so he’s on top and kisses down your jaw to your neck.

“Can I take this off?” he asks when he gets to your bra. You nod and he unclasps it. He tosses it aside and latches his mouth to your right nipple while his hand attends to your other one. You moan having never felt such a sensation before. Mark kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans.

“These to babies?” he questions.

“Please,” you whine. He unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down leaving you in your panties.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” He slowly drags a finger over your clothed core causing you to jolt up at the contact.

“Can I take these off?”

“Please Mark,” you moan out. You lift your hips so he can pull your panties off. He runs a finger through your folds before slowly circling your clit causing you to let out a loud moan.

“Can I have a tasty baby? Please I wanna be your first,” Mark asks.

“Yes,” you say, bucking your hips. Mark licks a stripe through your folds before giving your clit plenty of attention. He switches between sucking the nub and grazing it with his teeth.

“Baby I’m gonna put my fingers in you okay?”

“Okay,” you moan, having never felt such pleasure. You feel one of Mark’s fingers prod your entrance before he inserts it. He thrusts it in a few times before adding a second finger causing you to moan again.

“Mark that feels good,” you moan.

“Yeah baby,” he says against you. You’re cumming within a few seconds and you’ve never felt such an immense pleasure in your life.

“How was that baby?”

“Good. Was so good Markie,” you moan as he pulls his fingers out.

“Got another round in you? Think you can take my dick?” he questions cupping your face.

“I wanna try.”

“Good girl,” he says standing up to take off his jeans and boxers. He kicked them off before rolling a condom on.

“It’s gonna hurt baby,” he says, positioning himself at your entrance. He rubs himself in your slick before grabbing your hand. He slides in and he feels you squeeze his hand.

“You okay baby?”

“Yeah I’m okay. I think you can move now,” you say. He slowly pulls out before thrusting out causing you to moan. He slowly starts to thrust in and out of you before he sets a pace. He moves to kiss you and you dig your nails into his biceps to help ground yourself. Your moans get louder as you start to get closer to your high again. He moves a hand to your clit circling the nub.

“You’re doing so good baby,” he says, causing you to moan.

“Fuck Mark,” you moan as he leaves a hickey on your neck. He picks up his pace which causes the both of you to reach your highs.

“I’m going to pull out now baby,” he says pulling out. He discards the condom before looking at you.

“Baby you gotta go to the bathroom now and then we can do whatever you want,” he smiles cupping your face. He helps you into one of his shirts and to the bathroom. Once you get back to his room you both cuddle into each other. You’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow.

#mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut

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