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#mark fanfic
augustinbluex · 7 months
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Pairings: Step Dad Mark x Security Guard Jeno x afab Reader
Summary: when you got caught stealing in a sex shop, you thought you'd earn another lecture from your stepdad. however, the lesson was not what you’d excepted
Genre: smut
Warnings: noncon elements, unprotected sex (be safe!), anal sex, rough sex, threesome, stepcest, double penetration, face slapping, pussy slapping, humiliation, degradation, fingering, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, creampie, overstimulation.
Word count: 3k+
THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL GIRL DINNER. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
You sat there, your gaze fixated on the ticking clock, the anticipation clawing at your nerves. The wait was killing you—you’d been caught in this stupid fucking store, having maybe tried to leave without paying. The rent-a-cop had seized you, dragging you into the dimly lit backroom, but you managed to pull the name of Mark Lee out of your pocket like a desperate trump card. A way to escape the clutches of this predicament. The guard had glowered at you, reluctantly agreeing to make the call.
Mark would undoubtedly give you hell for this, yet he would also ensure that this embarrassing incident remained hidden from prying eyes. He wouldn't want the world to know that his step-daughter had been caught in the act of petty larceny within the confines of a sex shop.
So, all you had to do was wait.
The guard had given you a hard time when you dropped Mark's name. As if your father—no, your stepfather, you had corrected him—being who you claimed, he was automatically invalidated any suspicion. According to the guard, if your lineage held true, you could afford those tantalizing toys and bottles of lubricant. And perhaps, on some level, the thrill of doing something forbidden excited you. You had made sure to emphasize that point, emphasizing both the ‘naughty’ and the ‘excited’.
Too bad your criminal career apparently went bust on your first heist.
Voices echoed outside the closed door. There was an edge to Mark's voice, a tone that sent a shiver down your spine. The guard, on the other hand, seemed to find immense amusement. Telling the rich and powerful that their children got busted stealing sex toys probably was the highlight of this guy’s week.
"Hi, Mark," you greeted him, mustering a demure smile as the door swung open.
"You have no idea how disappointed I am in you," he responded, his gaze cold and piercing. Gesturing towards the desk, he continued, his voice laced with disdain, "I've already had a chat with Jeno here... but I'd like to hear it from you. Did you steal these items?"
His eyes settled upon the incriminating evidence displayed on the desk—the dildo and the bottle of lube, silent witnesses to your foolishness. You merely shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that seemed to catch him off guard.
He sucked in a sharp breath. "You've been acting out, breaking rules since..."
"Since my mother died," you finished his unspoken words with a bitter edge.
The truth was, you had been defying rules long before that tragic event shattered your world. It was just that Mark had finally taken notice of your rebellious streak, particularly after he started sending you to that exclusive, expensive school and footing the bill for your reckless driving tickets. It had hurt, realizing that he only seemed to experience distant emotions—distant disappointment, distant pride, distant everything. But it wasn't you who had changed when the loss struck.
Still, you couldn't help but resent his attempt to guilt trip you using your mother's death. "Save the 'since your mom died' lecture for the drive home," you said sharply.
Mark scowled, a realization dawning upon you that you had never seen him truly angry. He had always kept his emotions at arm's length—detached disappointment, detached pride—those were the only versions of him you had witnessed lately. "Why did you do this?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.
"Because I wanted the damn dildo," you replied matter-of-factly. Your words hung in the air, unapologetic and unyielding. It didn't faze Mark. You even contemplated mentioning how lonely this summer would be since he had forbidden you from seeing those he deemed "bad influences."
"I understand, you know," Mark said, his voice devoid of its usual robotic tone. “And you could’ve paid for it, you have the money. I wouldn’t have judged you. We all need a release.”
You maintained your stance, reiterating and emphasizing your reasons. He just simply nodded. As you prepared to urge him forward, his hand landed firmly on your shoulder, and Jeno, the guard, promptly shut the door. 
“Mark, wha–”
Confusion tinged your voice as you questioned what was happening, but the air in the room suddenly grew colder, the atmosphere thick with tension.
"As I mentioned, I spoke to Jeno," he began, his voice chillingly detached. "He won't pursue legal charges, and I've taken care of the stolen merchandise. However..." He paused, his words hanging ominously in the air, "I believe it's time for you to learn a lesson."
In an instant, the fabric of your shirt was torn away, leaving you gasping in surprise. Before you could react, Mark forcefully maneuvered you across the room, bending you over the edge of the desk. Shock and fear coursed through your veins as you struggled to comprehend his actions.
"What are you doing?" You exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and fear.
He leaned in close, his grip tightening on a fistful of your hair. "Sweetheart, we all have to control our desires and restrain our darker impulses," he whispered, his words laced with an unsettling intensity.
Your voice quivered as you registered the pressure against you, feeling something hard pressing into you. "What?!" you managed to utter, your mind reeling from the sudden turn of events.
“I’ve watched you prance around, debasing yourself, and I tried to reign myself in, thinking you just needed time. Time’s up.” With a forceful grip, he tore your skirt away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. "You've continued to defy me, and now it's time for you to understand the consequences of letting others have their way."
You tried to twist and strike him, but the guard grabbed your arms, wrestled them behind your back, and cuffed them. “Your daddy paid for some more toys as well.”
You struggled in vain, yelled your head off, and screamed when a hand dipped underneath your underwear and rubbed your pussy. It was only when Jeno cut you off by forcing a cloth into your mouth that you realized that it was Mark’s. You thrashed and moaned when a finger entered you. Your body shuddered, going very still when the next one entered, stroking inside.
“I wonder if this will be an effective punishment. She seems to be enjoying it.”
You shook your head and let out a furious growl until Mark pulled you up, working you over with his fingers. “You’re already wet, huh?” He asked, though it didn’t feel like a question. It felt like an observation, like he’s commenting on the weather and not your obvious arousal. “Jeno, come look at her. She’s so needy.”
“Fuck, she’s so turned on by this.” Jeno said, licking his lips as he looked down at you. He grabbed your bra and tugged, straps biting into your skin until they gave way. You squealed when he pinched a nipple. Sobbed when, while fondling that breast, he put his mouth on the other.
You shook your head. This was not happening. Your stepfather and some rent-a-cop were not raping you in a backroom at a sex shop. You were not, despite Mark’s assertions, ‘dripping wet’. You did not like being manhandled by two guys who knew what they were doing.
This was not happening.
You looked up, seeing Jeno pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Your eyes immediately went back to the odd stains in the ground when they landed on Mark. You were certainly not intimidated by seeing your stepdad’s cock.
“This is your place of business, Jeno. So I’ll let you pick, which hole do you want?”
Okay, he had humiliated you, fondled you, but your stepdad wasn’t going to fuck you. He wasn’t going to team with some random asshole to fuck you.
“Ass.”
“Grease her up.”
You stiffened at that. Jeno tossed a bottle—that lubricant you stole, over to Mark, who had managed to wrestle your panties off you as while warding off your attempts to kick him. You tried thrashing and wriggling when they held you down and two slick fingers pressed into your ass. You never let anyone there before, and you were not going to let it happen now. You tensed, clenched, and let out a cry as the man forced his fingers inside you. Someone slapped your ass hard.
“It’ll hurt more if you keep being a stubborn bitch.” Jeno growled.
An angry, forced cough from Mark, and he corrected himself. “It’ll hurt more if you keep being stubborn.”
Apparently his stepdaughter was not a bitch, even if he was going to rape you. That was almost funny. Then your ass was slapped again and again. Mark fingered you roughly, forcing his digits in and twisting. Eventually, you yielded, relaxing your muscles. It did not go unnoticed.
“See, baby? You can be a good girl.”
Jeno stood up and walked over to the chair, sitting down and motioning towards himself. With a grunt, Mark hoisted you over his shoulder—damn, he was in shape—and approached. As much as you tried to break free, you couldn’t. Then Mark positioned you, and Jeno put one his hands on your hip. Something much thicker than those fingers pressed against your ass. You let out a muffled attempt at a “no” as you were pulled down.
He was big.
You yowled, planted your feet on the floor and tried to stand; only for Jeno’s arms to loop around your waist and pull you back down.
”Goddamn… Relax your stiff little body, you bitch… My cock won’t fit if you are so tight.” Jeno grunted into your ear and then moved his hand to your chin, taking out the gag. His thumb slipped inside your mouth, pressing at the back of your throat.
Somewhere in the back of your head as you were lifted up and down, you were thankful for that—hopefully he wouldn’t last long.
You didn’t think you could last if he didn’t finish right quick.
“Tell me how good I’m fucking your greedy little ass.” Jeno growled into your ear, a hand flicking down to rub your clit.
Your legs were struggling to stay wrapped around his, and you whimpered against his neck. Getting no response, his hand that was rubbing your clit now slapped you across the face, and his thrusts slowed yet got harder as he slapped you once more.
“What the fuck did I say? Tell me how good I’m fucking your ass!” He yelled, grabbing you by the chin to look up at him.
Your eyes stung with hot tears from the pleasure, already feeling the all too familiar knot in your stomach forming. “Please! It feels so good! M’want more!” You said through gritted teeth, whining in pleasure as he slapped you across the face once more.
“You dirty fucking whore, giving you my cock and you still want more, hmm?” Jeno knew you were close, he could tell from the way you tightened around him and from your breathing pattern. Your eyes flicked over to Mark, who now was walking over to you.
“Oh? Seems like our little whore’s enjoying this better than I thought.” He said, “I had a feeling you had the makings of a true anal slut here.”
You heard a loud ‘smack’ followed by a sharp stinging sensation exploding all over your pussy as you were  suddenly spanked. Causing it to clench around nothing.
“Shit. You were right man, she’s so fucking tight. She really might be an anal slut by the end of this.” Jeno grunted, laughing. His hips never stopped moving.
“Really now,” Mark chuckled as he cupped your chin, “Anything you want to say to that, baby?” 
“Th-That’s not-” You knew you were full of shit, but your pride didn’t want to admit to something embarrassing like that. With a gasp, you found yourself in a headlock. Your back was pressed against Jeno’s front, his forearm applied pressure on your windpipe.
“Now, now, it’s not good to lie like that.” He licked your face, gnawing at your earlobe. “Bad girls like you should be punished.” 
“I-I’m… N-Not a bad…” You tried to deny it, but the harsh grip around your neck made it hard to get the words out. Yet in some ways, you could only think about how good this was feeling. Causing your pussy to quiver and your ass coiling around.
Mark smirked with an amused brow, “I’m sorry, don’t think we caught that.’
“I-I’m…” 
The man leaned in closer, “Hm?” 
“I’m… bad… girl..” You uttered. 
They glanced at each other and grinned while Jeno grabbed and groped at your breasts, giving your chest a nice fondle. 
“Speak up slut,” he twisted a nipple causing you to moan, “So that we could hear you.” 
You looked up, tears started falling down your face. “I’m… a bad… girl…”
“That’s our girl,” The two cheered, laughing loudly at how cock-drunken you were. “Glad to see you’re finally realizing your true calling.” One of them said. 
“With that said, I think it’s high time I gave you a little reward.” An evil smirk curled Mark’s lips. You wriggled, trying to get off as he traced his fingers against your pussy. “Just as a curiosity, have you ever taken two cocks before?”
“No,” you said, out of breath.
“Yeah, thought so.” He grabbed onto your hips lining his cock up to your cunt, while Jeno leaned you back a little.  
Fuck. Mark smirked and watched as your face twisted into something horrified. 
“Look at that, your old man is coming to join in. You gonna behave for him? Hmm, princess?”
With those words leaving Jeno’s mouth, it sent you over the edge completely, nearly screaming as you came right when Mark shoved his cock in your pussy. He hissed with how tightly you were clenching around him. Your back arched high, and Jeno continued to pound into your ass. You choked and gasped for air, the pleasure became too much for you to handle.
“P-please… S-stop!” you stuttered pathetically, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to push Mark away with your legs. 
You were stuffed past the point you thought you would burst. They started out uncoordinated, being bounced up and down the big guy’s cock while the other slammed in awkwardly. But they soon found a rhythm, each withdrawing at the same time, and slamming you down on their cocks tougher. Over and over.
It was overwhelming.
“Look at your slutty fucking stepdaughter, Mark. Such a little whore,” Jeno laughed, continuing to abuse your ass with his cock.
Mark smirked as he flicked your nipple, “Does your daddy’s cock feel good inside you, princess?” then gave it a painful twist. “Wanna be a little cumslut?”
You just moaned in response, unable to form coherent words.
“I think,” Jeno reached up and pinched at your other nipple, “your daddy asked you a question.”
“Yes! Yes, I wanna be your little cumslut, please.”
Everything happening all at once was making you lose your breath. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Both of the cocks hitting that sweet spot inside you. Before you even had time to react, you saw white. Your whole body lunged forward as you came around both of their cocks again, soaking them. Words couldn’t even leave your open mouth, your brain not working properly.
“Jesus Christ,” a voice said, and you couldn’t register whose. “Did you see that?”
“Yeah,” another one came. “She squirted with two cocks fucking her. Such a dirty slut, aren't you?” Several slaps landed onto your face. You assumed it’s Mark because of his position.
You couldn’t think straight anymore, body shaking pathetically under him.
“T-too… much,” you whimpered through gritted teeth, your knees moving to try and push Jeno away.
Mark roughly forced his cock back in your pussy, his own orgasm so close. With sporadic quick thrusts, Jeno bottomed out inside your ass, and you could feel it all, warm and coating every inch of your walls. You were screaming, and he held his cock inside you for a few moments before slowly pulling out of you, grunting and panting as he regained himself. 
Mark’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard and grunting as you clawed at his hands. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, and you’re gonna take it all, right princess? Gonna be stuffed full of our cum?” He growled into your ear, before straightening again.
You couldn’t think straight anymore, sobs and moans escaping your lips as he fucked your sensitive cunt. Within seconds, Mark thrusted one last time into you before you felt his thick load spurting inside of you. He let out an animalistic growl as he came, grinding his hips slowly against you.
When he finished, he paused a while, nipping at your neck. Then he pulled out, and you were shoved off Jeno, sent sprawling into your stepfather. He gently laid you on your side. You laid there, face pressed against the filthy floor as clothes rustled.
“Again, thank you for calling me in on this, fuckface.” Mark said. The hell? He knew the fucking rent-a-cop.
“No worries. I didn’t believe her when she dropped your name—the picture you showed didn't quite match up.”
Picture? You forced yourself to look at the two, both half-dressed.
Mark had opened his wallet. “It is a few years old. She started dying her hair shortly after it was taken. Started wearing contacts, too.”
“What?”
“Ah, baby. Yes, me and Jeno go fairly far back.” Mark said, nodding. “I have a lot of business interests, and that means a lot of varied social circles.”
“So… about her…” Jeno said, trailing off.
Mark shrugged, contemplating the situation. "I'll leave her in your hands while I head home to fetch a change of clothes for her. Once that's done, we can make a few calls to ensure the lesson continues."
A whimper escaped your lips, particularly as Mark referred to leaving you in Jeno's "care." As if on cue, he dumped a bag containing chains and clamps onto the desk, casting a wicked grin in your direction. You instinctively tried to edge away, but Mark leaned in closely, lowering himself to one knee.
"Luckily for you, summer vacation has just begun, so you won't miss any school while you're grounded," he stated firmly, his tone holding an unusual warmth. You shook your head, refusing to accept what was unfolding before you.
"Baby," he continued, "it's crucial for you to learn that actions come with consequences. However, you're a smart girl, and with proper guidance, I'm confident we can improve your behavior."
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beomqu · 18 days
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Hoes before bros
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╰┈➤ pairings! : dom! haechan, dom! mark x sub! reader (feat. 127)
warnings! : idol! au, cheater! reader, bf! mark, fwb! haechan, porn with plot, pet names, clubbing, multiple sex scenes, masturbation, mutual masturbation, making out, fingering, oral sex (f!), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, dry humping, voyeurism (hyuck listening to you and mark), exhibitionism
synopsis! : Being bothered by your boyfriend's best friend since you started dating Mark, because you wouldn't fuck him made you tired. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but his annoying little piece of shit friend Haechan could not leave you alone, texting you behind Mark's back begging you to let him fuck you. When you got the opportunity to go on a trip with your boyfriend and his friends, you thought you could get a break from his friend's little antics, but they got worse. His dirty words started becoming reality, promises turning into actions, he got too hard to bear... too hard to resist.
notes! : i wrote the beginning a while ago its not the best lmfao but the end is good imo🤭🤭
˗ˏˋwc! : 12k´ˎ˗
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Haechan sighed, dropping his phone down beside him. Laying in an unfamiliar bed, it just felt weird. Looking down and seeing the bulge in his pants, it just wasn't right. "Fuck it," he called it a day, right hand slipping under the waistband of his grey sweats, which placed the spotlight on the outline of his dick. Rubbing himself over his underwear a couple of times before tugging it down to grab his length.
He wasn't planning on jerking off right on the first day of his vacation with him and his friends, but there's just something so exciting about hitting on his best mate's girl, he can't help but get hard at the thought of you. You and him. Getting caught, maybe.
Maybe by Mark.
Preferably by Mark.
You moaning his name and Mark overhearing that 'his' girl is bouncing on someone else's dick, and enjoying it more than ever.
"Fuck-" spat Haechan as the thoughts circled his mind, his hand fast on his dick. "___-"
"Haechan."
Said somebody from the outside of his room, knocking on the door. Haechan's hand flies out of his pants, the waistband slapping loudly against his skin, he sits up and pulls the covers over him as he still panics about the situation. "C-come in," he said before the door opened and Mark stepped in, peeking into the room. "Wanna come down to the pool? We wanna start the opening party," he informed the boy who was blushing to the roots of his hair.
"Yo dude, you aight?" Mark raised his brow, noticing Haechan's unusual body language. Haechan just nodded relieved when Mark left after telling him he's welcome at the pool anytime. As the door closed he laid back down with a thud, looking down at his crotch and noticing a wet patch on his sweats. Ruined. He sighed heavily, a smirk on his lips thinking how it would have gone with you stroking his dick instead of his own hand.
After leaving, Mark went straight to your shared room with him, checking up on you if you were ready. "So, which swimsuit are you wearing?" he snuck up behind you, hands wrapping around your waist. "I'm not sure. Which one do you like more?" you leaned your head back, trying to clear your mind after Haechan texted you for the fifth time this week, and it was only Wednesday.
Mark kissed the side of your head, thinking for a second before responding with "The black one." you smile, nodding your head slightly. "You have a nice ass in that one," he commented, making you chuckle a bit then you reach for the chosen swimsuit. "Then I'm wearing this one," you smirk as you face him while slowly slipping down your pants, stepping out of it, and kicking it to the side. Mark glanced at your legs, watching as you took off your shirt next with a wide smirk on your lips. He rubbed the back of his neck glancing at your hands as they pinch the side of your panties and pull it right down, taking your sweet time with stepping out of it and putting on your bikini bottom. Mark sat on the bed, eyes still on you watching as you changed your clothes.
"Please tell me you're gonna wear like a cover-up or something." begged Mark, "How are you going to see my 'nice ass' if I'm wearing a cover-up?" you laugh as you try to tie the back of your bikini top, Mark immediately noticing and standing up to help you tighten it up for you. "You can surprise me with it tonight, I don't know. Dude, I'm not sure if I can handle the others looking at this here." he jokes, sitting back down after helping you. "I'll wear one of your shirts, but you best believe I'm taking it off in the pool." you turn around to give him a peck, before going through his stuff to wear something over your revealing outfit.
Finding a white button-up, you swing it over your shoulders, looking at Mark who just put on his swimwear, asking if he was ready to go. As he nodded you both finally headed out to the private pool the house, you all rented for Summer, came with. Everybody was already out besides Haechan to your relief.
"Want something to drink?" Asked your boyfriend, before going to the white plastic table set by the pool, the top covered in alcoholic drinks and different types of sodas. "None right now," you tell him before settling down on an also plastic sunbed, enjoying the warm air. You feel comfortable in such weather as you wear barely any clothes, thankful there is a pool next to the house. It was quite big, taking up most of the backyard of the Summer house, but there was still enough space for some tables and chairs by it.
Mark nods as he leaves to pour himself something. You take out your phone from the shirt's pocket and check if you got any notification, but when you see none you set your phone down next to you and lay back fully to enjoy the warmth of the Sun.
"You look great." you hear quietly from beside you, but when you squint your eyes to see who said it, no one was there. You shrug leaning back and closing your eyes. "I know you said you didn't need anything, but I did bring you some water in case you got thirsty." said your boyfriend setting down a cold cup of water next to you on the floor. "Thanks, Mark." you smile at him, your eyes noticing Haechan outside as he takes a sip of his drink. He was probably the one complimenting you. "What did you get?" you ask with closed eyes, letting yourself tan. "Just a beer. You want one too?" he asks immediately, ready to get up and get you something you like. "No, it's alright. I was just asking." you chuckle at his kindness, peaking a bit and looking at everyone else. "What are the others doing?" you wonder as you ask the man beside you. "Oh, uh they're..." he looks over, squinting just like you because of the sun. "Just talkin'," he turns back. "Not for long though probably, they were really excited for tonight. Probably have something in their mind." he sips from his drink again.
"Wanna go in the pool?" you ask suddenly, having enough of the weather, and wanting to cool down a bit. "Yeah," he replies, chugging down his drink before getting up and throwing himself in the pool. "What the..." You laugh in surprise, but are quick to join him as you throw the shirt off of your back and jump in the pool similarly like Mark. "Oh, it's a bit cold." you yelp as you come back to the surface. "You'll get used to it," he says and splashes you with water. "Oh, you-" and with that you both started splashing each other uncontrollably, laughing between the splashes. Mark ducks underwater, just as you think you've won you feel something under you lift you up in the air, throwing you in the water. You come back up inhaling loudly, Mark laughing at you. "Mark!" you call out his name, trying to wipe your hair from your face. "I'm getting another beer," he says, quick to get out of the water before you could take revenge. As he jumps out of the pool you splash him one last time, which doesn't catch him. "Come back here and see what happens," you yell as you rub your eyes.
As you rage in the pool you hear the others jump in the pool around you, someone purposely jumping next to you so you get even more wet. "Bro are you..." you turn around only to see Haechan smirking at you. "What?" he asks innocently swimming up to you. "You better keep a distance," you warn him, floating to the edge of the pool. "Why? Are you scared?" he teases, making you smile a little, but you immediately go back to a blank expression as you remember his texts this morning. "Don't want you to do anything stupid." you roll your eyes, looking over and seeing Mark go inside for another can of beer as it looks like the others already drank the ones that were brought out. "I wouldn't, you know I wouldn't." he stops in front of you before swimming on his back and kicking as much water on you as he can. You're quick to turn around, letting the water hit your back. "Not again," you sigh, already fed up with him and Mark. "Not again!" he mocks you as he swims around in the pool enjoying the way you get annoyed. You push yourself up on the edge of the pool and get out, before anybody could splash you again, making Haechan whine. "Why are you scared, don't be scared it's just water." he watches you as you walk around and sit on the sunbed you were lying on before. "I had enough, thanks." you roll your eyes again, drinking from the water Mark brought you before. You hear Haechan swimming over to you, squinting at you as you drink, his eyes following every move of yours.
"I had to jerk off today. Because of you," he says, elbows resting on the pool's edge, his left hand rising to brush back his wet strands. You grip the cup, ignoring him and looking for your boyfriend to come back out. "Why are you ignoring me?" he speaks again after you don't respond. "What do you want me to say?" you get serious, gazing over at him. "I don't know, maybe just feel bad?" you scoff, shaking your head and him smiling a bit. "I don't."
Mark finally appears again, excited when he sees the others playing in the pool, jumping in and out, pushing each other and just being incredibly loud. "Oh I'm getting back in," he says to you as he gets back in the pool after he puts the beer can down on the ground. "Alright," you say looking down, Haechan still standing in front of you. "I'll pay attention to you, that he can't." he jerks his head in Mark's direction. "He does pay attention to me." you're quick to object. "You know you're just wasting your time, Donghyuck." you tilt your head as you look at him. "If it's you it's worth my time," he says nonchalantly. "Stop, or I'm telling Mark and I know you don't want that." you roll your eyes laying back on the sunbed and closing your eyes. Haechan was not listening, at all. All he could see was your still wet body, water droplets dripping down on your skin, his eyes wondering to every exposed part of you. The way you just laid there, all he wanted to do was to get out of the water and pin you down right in front of everybody. He wanted that so bad.
You could feel his eyes on you, but you tried to ignore the feeling. Your eyebrows furrowed at the weird, uncomfortable feeling, making you squirm a bit, hoping the one who caused you to feel this didn't notice that. You pulled your legs up and then crossed them while lying down to cover your face from Haechan. Little did you know you actually gave a way better view to him.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" his lips agape, eyes wide at the perfect view of your cunt that was barely covered by the bikini bottom. You tilt your head to the side confused at Haechan's words. "What do you-" couldn't even finish what you wanted to say he got out of the pool and forced your legs down straight, hiding everything that was exposed a second ago. "Showing your barely covered pussy to me after claiming you're Mark's?" he scoffs smirking at you. You panic, looking over to the others if anyone noticed. "Such a whore." he says as he grabs your face, making you look at him, his eyes lingering on your lips.
"What the fuck?!" you push him away. "You're out of your fucking mind, Donghyuck," you yell almost but fix your tone in worry of others overhearing. Your face red, completely flushed to the ear. You get up before he could notice and left to your room.
Haechan sighed and stood up to jump back into the pool. "Dude, where's Y/n?" Mark asks Haechan after he noticed him but not you. "Left." Haechan shrugged swimming a couple of laps around the pool right after.
The others were playing around, throwing balls around, pushing each other, enjoying their time while you tried to calm yourself, pacing around the bedroom thinking about what just happened. 'I have to tell Mark.' you think to yourself, cheeks still red. Why did this get you so nervous? Why can't he stop? Why did he look so... good?
You grabbed a towel to dry yourself and went back out to the yard, this time grabbing yourself a drink. "Let me pour you something," says Johnny who was standing next to the outdoor table next to you. "Thanks, I'll get whatever you do." you shrug, shooting a grateful smile in his direction. "You alright though? You look a bit stressed," he asks as he grabs a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "I'm just feeling hot." you fan yourself with your hands, still thinking about what happened with Haechan. "Alright then, I'll put some ice in there for you." he winks as he hands you the glass. "Thanks, Johnny." you clink your glasses together, cheering before you both take a sip.
"Is there anything else to do besides swimming?" you ask as you walk over to the chairs with him. "Of course! We can set up the stuff for table tennis. We can play that while drinking." he says pointing behind you where was a folded blue table. "Oh I'm really good at that," you say proudly, sipping from your drink again. "We can play now if you want to." he offers. "I mean we can set it up, but I still want to swim too," you reply, putting your drink down. "Then let's set it up and we'll play when we want." you nod, standing up and bringing the table over to fold it out. You placed the net on top, and it was already ready to play. "Nice, I'll go back to the pool and we'll play soon." Johnny agrees and sits back down where the two of you were chatting earlier as you walk back to the pool and sit down on the edge, your legs resting in the water.
You try not to get nervous again, but you're so deep in thought you get startled by Mark swimming over and grabbing your thighs. "Sup, baby." you scoff at him, smiling as you look away for a second. "Do you feel hot? Cause you look hot," he says splashing some water on your legs, caressing them with his hands. "You finished your other can of beer?" you smile again, brushing his wet hair out of his face. "Maybe," Mark says, tilting his head to the side to place it on your right thigh. "Glad you chose this bikini." his right hand caresed your leg that was wiggling around in the water. "You chose it." you laugh at his silliness. "Whatever, still am glad," Mark grabbed your hand, pulling you down a bit so he could peck your lips. "Can't wait to have you all to myself tonight." you giggle, slapping away his hand. "Who said you could?" "It's a must? It's the first day of the vacation, we have to!" he explains enthusiastically. "Alright then," you jump in the water pushing Mark back slightly, "Now let me swim some more before I'll get ready for tonight."
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You forgot to mention the Haechan situation to Mark, but who were you to ruin his good mood, especially on the first day of the trip? You just couldn't bring yourself to it. You also wanted to enjoy while you could, so you're gonna make the most out of this Summer. The members rarely get to have a rest, especially your boyfriend, and you want him to finally feel relaxed and at ease. You can't feel the same for Haechan, going behind his friend's back to flirt with you, even wanting to sleep with you. It's so obvious, the way he looks at you all the time, his eyes lingering on your legs, burning a hole into Mark's hand whenever he places it on your thigh as a form of affection. It bothers him so much. And you know it. You purposely lean against Mark, boobs squashing against his arms, in hopes of Donghyuck noticing. In hopes, he would finally snap, pull you away and fuck you so good.
You snap back to reality as you stare at yourself in the full-body mirror in the tight dress you chose for the night, make-up and hair done. You bit your lips, feeling strangely nervous. You brush your hair back, searching for a thin jacket you could wear in case the night gets a bit chilly. You chose one of your boyfriend's jackets.
You walk out of your room, heading towards the noise, to the living room area where some of the guys were already talking and drinking. "Not waiting for me?" you ask from Doyoung who was pouring himself another shot of soju. "This is how we wait," said Jaehyun beside him. "I'll pour you one too, that's enough for you to catch up." teased Doyoung. "You haven't drunk enough with me if you think like that." you hop down on the couch next to the two. "You should eat something before drinking if you want to keep up," Doyoung handed you a shot while Jaehyun picked up his own. "Just because you two are the strongest drinkers in the group, that doesn't mean you are outside of it too." you roll your eyes as you tilt your head back to gulp down the drink. "You have a big mouth." scoffs Jaehyun, "Taeyong made some fried rice, grab a bowl." you put down your glass, immediately reaching for the bottle of soju filling up your glass. "Y'all want another?" you ask annoyed at their teasing. "Of course." both of them hand you their glasses letting you fill it up for them. All three of you clink your glasses before gulping down the shots. "I'm starting with two, hope that's enough for you." you lean back after taking two shots, chatting with the two men as you wait for everyone. Slowly more people started coming out of their rooms, some people looking like they'd just woken up from a nap, like Taeil and Haechan, while Jungwoo and Taeyong both came out dancing to some music they got ready to. Your boyfriend came out of the shower popping down next to you, taking up the fourth place on the couch.
"You're not drying your hair?" you ask Mark as you ruffle his wet strands. "Nah, it'll dry by itself." he shrugged pecking your cheek. You smiled at him, your face getting slightly red from the hot Summer night. "Another shot?" you clap your hands, mainly intending the question to Jaehyun and Doyoung. They both nodded their heads, sliding their shot glasses in your direction. "What would you like?" you smile at Mark. "I'll crack another can," he responds standing up to go to the fridge. "Don't, I'll bring you one." you pull him back by his hand, standing up and mouthing a 'wait for me' to your left side.
You stood up, stumbling a bit on your foot, getting laughed at by Jaehyun, but you ignored him and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and searching for a beer with your eyes, finding a whole carton of them on the top shelf. "Could you grab one for me too?" says Haechan from behind you, leaning against the kitchen island in the middle of the room. "You can get your own actually," you turn around holding a can tightly in your hand and walking around the man. Haechan caught your hand, turning you around. "I'd prefer getting it from you." he looks at you, expression blank. "Too bad I'm not your maid." you snatch your hand from his hold. He sighs, shifting his hands over your side, slowly pinning you between him and the counter. He leaned in, his left hand brushing against your waist. He looks down, eyeing you up. You start to feel hot, pushing him away by his chest with your hand that's holding the beer. "Here," you look down, legs crossed over one another. His hand reaches for the can, brushing his fingers against yours. "I know you did that on purpose." he takes the beer his left hand sliding down your side to your thigh, fingers circling your skin. You knew what he meant, but he was wrong. It was an accident, one lucky accident "Hyuck-" he steps back immediately as he hears steps towards the kitchen, casually opening up the tab in front of you, looking into your eyes. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, bracing yourself on the counter, gripping the top with your fingers, avoiding his eyes.
Yuta walked in, throwing out a coffee cup in the trash, and walking right out without a word as he was staring at his phone. Haechan took a sip from the beer, watching you as you grabbed another one from the fridge and walked right out. More like watching your ass as you left.
You rushed out of the room, flipping your hair and quickly handing Mark the can, sitting on his lap, making him smile and get a tad bit shy. "I'll get the shots ready," you say pouring a round to the two men. "we couldn't wait for you, so now drink two for being late," said Doyoung as he leaned back on the couch. "What the- you're setting me up." you look at your boyfriend who smiled giving away that the older man was lying, but you were trying to prove something anyway so you took two shots right after one another. "Fuck you," you say as you wipe your mouth, taking your boyfriend's beer to wash down the soju. "Slow downnnn," Mark says eyes wide, taking the beer from you. "It's alright," you chuckle kissing his lips. Jaehyun nodded at you, amazed by your boldness, but still doubting your drinking skills. "Just don't get wasted," said the frat boy, sipping on a diet coke. You rolled your eyes, noticing Haechan finally coming out of the kitchen, still sipping on his can of beer.
"Y/n, are we playing now?" you look to your side where Johnny was standing with a table tennis paddle in his hand. "Of course!" you stand on your feet, pulling up your boyfriend too. You feel a bit dizzy, but not too crazy, you feel good finally, all worries are gone from your mind. Johnny dabbed up Mark before you walked outside, Johnny going around the table, standing ahead of you and Mark. "Hold on, that's cheating." the tall man whines, yelling for someone to be on his side. Eventually, Jungwoo walked out, picked up a paddle, and played with you three.
Between each point, whenever you made a mistake, Doyoung brought you, Jaehyun, and himself a shot. "This is just making me better." you shrug as you take another shot. Jungwoo laughs at you and claps his hands, taking a sip from the wine he brought out with himself. "How do you feel?" you ask the two men as they put down their glasses. "Honestly, nothing," Doyoung says looking at his friend. "I feel fine too." Jaehyun shrugs. "Alright." you roll your eyes getting back to the game.
You end up winning, making your boyfriend drink all that was left from his beer as a celebration. He coughed a little, making you chuckle. "Woah- hold on." he holds onto your hand. "Let's go inside!" says Jungwoo, not feeling defeated at all, cheeks a bit red from one glass of wine already.
A bit of time passed, Mark got drunk. not wasted- but he only gets touchy in front of the others if he has drunk enough.
"That's enough for you." you take the new can of beer away from him. "You can have it later," you say while sitting on his lap, making him whine, Mark burying his face in your chest. "Only if I can have you later too." his hand on your ass, squeezing it slightly. "If you can walk in a straight line, maybe." you shake your head, chuckling at him. "Dude- I'm sober!" he throws his head back in distress. He softly pushes you off him, making you sit in his place before standing up showing off as he walks in a perfectly straight line. You shake your head, congratulating him as he hops back down next to you. "Alright, now I can't say no-" You put your hands up in defeat, Mark pulling you in a kiss.
The party was close to its end, Taeil and Jungwoo both flushed red, even when they tried their best to stay sober, Doyoung and Jaehyun were still fine, but them engaging in some random heartfelt conversation, hinting that they also enjoyed the night. Yuta was gone, probably got tired early, and went to bed. Haechan- Haechan was nowhere to be seen for the last couple of hours, putting you at ease and not causing any more disturbance for the night. Taeyong and Johnny, keeping themselves busy, playing table tennis outside even at 2 in the morning.
Mark kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hand caressing your thigh. He stood up, holding your hand pulling you to your room saying he was tired now. "Go, I'll clean up, alright?" you smile at him as he whines but leaves just like you told him. You sigh as you start organizing the table, taking all the used glasses and cups to the sink, hoping someone will clean them instead of you. Walking back to the living room area, you notice Doyoung and Jaehyun still talking, both having serious expressions on. "Y'all gone." you push slightly at Doyoung making him flop back, laughing slightly at him. "If we're gone you are too," Jaehyun shakes his head "You can actually handle your alcohol," he adds before you walk away with another round of dirty glasses.
You cleaned up nicely, still having some work to do in the morning, but you were tired too. You went to wash up, taking a very quick shower before walking to your room. You forgot about Mark-
As you walk in you see him on his phone, hair wet again as it looked like he took a shower right before you. "Are you drunk?" you ask as you walk up to him, sitting on the edge beside him. "A bit, yeah," he says putting down his phone. He seems to have sobered up a bit. "You?" you nod with your head, but he could see you felt mostly fine. "So..." he takes a hold of your hand. "I'm down if you are," he licks his lips as he gazes down at yours. You bite your lips, pulling him in for a kiss. He sighed as you placed your lips on his, his hands wandering up your legs, waist, then chest. You moan into the kiss as he teases your nipples. The Canadian smiled into the kiss, confident in himself, but just after, you pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. "Fuck- you're so hot." he eyes you up as you sit on him, hips grinding down on him. His hands take a hold of your breasts, groping them as his face changes from the friction he gets. You grind down harder onto him, earning deep sighs from him, that the more you hump him, the more they turn into whines. "Want you so bad, want to fuck you so hard." Mark's head pushes into the mattress, his big hands leaving your tits to your hips to help you grind down faster. "I can feel your hard cock, feels so good already," you say, your voice cracking slightly as his bulge brushes against your clothed core, keeping yourself up by leaning on his chest.
You both grunt and whine, trying to keep quiet, but you weren't sure if either of you were succeeding. Mark's right thumb slips to your clothed clit, making you slow down so he has more space. He rubs you nicely with his digit before going to your button. You help him get you out of your jeans, eagerly climbing back on top of him. You were soaking wet already. "So wet... for me?" he almost moans at the sight, you could feel him twitch under you. "Need you inside so bad," you say as you're quick to unbuckle his belt, and pull off his pants, his cock bulging hard in his underwear. As you throw his pants to the side, he pulls off his underwear, his dick slapping hard against his lower abdomen. "Fuck-" he swears, your hand reaching to jerk him a few times before positioning him right to your pussy. He helped, keeping your panties to the side as you slid down on him.
"Oh fuck...." you both moan out, feeling him stretch you out so well. "So tight around me," he gripped the side of your thighs. "Move." he begged, but you could tell he tried to sound demanding.
You may have been a bit loud, but at that time you couldn't care less. You focused on riding Mark and he was lost in the pleasure and your body, neither of you noticing your phone vibrating on the side of the bed.
Texts from Haechan, telling you to keep down because he can hear everything. He rolled his eyes as he heard your moans, tongue kept spitting out Mark's name, telling him all kinds of dirty things he wished you told him. He didn't even notice, his hand already palming his hardening dick through his sweats. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sweet mewls he heard through the thin walls. He could already see you, naked, tits bouncing as you keenly ride him, your tight walls clenching around his cock, your pussy creaming on him while he fucked into you from below. The fabric on his sweats moving up and down as he was already jerking himself off, grunts escaping his soft lips, fucking up into his right hand imagining it's you instead.
Your body language didn't slip over his head, he noticed the way you shook as he touched your waist earlier today, the way you crossed your legs, flexing your thighs while he traced your skin with his fingers. He saw how nervous you got from his gaze, how your breath hitched when he stepped closer than a friend should. He smirked as his hand moved on himself, knowing he was finally in. And he will be in you soon too...
He took his phone into his left hand, unlocked it, and opened your texts back up, all his horny thoughts projecting into messages to you. He smirked as he thought about Mark noticing his one too many texts to 'his' girlfriend. He knew you wouldn't see them yet, because he heard how busy you were... riding dick, but he wanted you to see them tomorrow morning.
His dick was rock hard, pre cum coating his tip making it easier for his hand to move. Wet sounds echoing in the small room, mixing in with your and your boyfriend's sounds from the other room. His eyes were slightly open just so he could text, his finger hardly moving as the pleasure took over his body.
"Fuck." he firmly said, releasing into his hand, his cum soaking into his underwear and the access sliding down the side of his cock. Finally not ruined, Haechan thought while laying in his bed, chest moving up and down heavily.
Sounded like the noises stopped in the other room, which made Haechan very tired. That's when he smirked. He didn't hear you cum.
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Warm breakfast welcoming you in bed as the Sun shines through the curtains, your boyfriend had prepared a little surprise for you. "Baby!" you smile as he walks into the room, the meal in his hands putting it on the side of the bed for you. "I'm not the best cook, but I wanted to do something for you," Mark rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you, but aren't you hungover?" you peck his cheek after pulling him down by his shirt. "Yeah, but that's my fault. Are you?" he asks back sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Not really, just feelin' tired a bit," you say as you sip on the glass of water that Mark brought to you with your breakfast. "How are you gonna drink tonight, dude?" you raise a brow, "Dude..." he repeats after you, " Are you gonna drink today too?" he looks at you in disbelief. "I gotta prove some things to Doyoung and Jaehyun." you shrug. Mark widened his eyes while looking away. "Anyway," he turned to you and pecked your lips, "Eat, and we'll do something fun today too."
Turned out the fun he mentioned was going clubbing. Taeyong looked around and found a really popular place in the area, he hyped it up pretty well so most members agreed. Not everybody was coming, though. Taeil, Jungwoo, Doyoung, and Yuta all said they'd rather go out for a late-night meal and some sightseeing if that's even possible at night. Besides these four, the others were all excited and were already talking about it in the morning.
"Let's not get spotted," looked around Taeyong. "I'm not gonna hide," shrugged Jaehyun, "It's not a big deal either." you overheard them as you brought out your dirty dishes to the kitchen. "Of course, I just mean..." the noise gets quiet as you start washing the dishes from the night before. "Why are you cleaning all the time?" surprised you Taeil from behind you, who was munching on some food. "You think it's your job, because you're the only woman here?" you thought he was being sarcastic, but he looked pretty genuine... "...No." you break out into a laugh. "You could be cleaning too, I just know you won't do it." you look back to the sink, rubbing the dirty plate with a sponge. "I cleaned up the living room after you went to sleep." Taeil shrugged his wide shoulders. "No way," you say in fake excitement and he approvingly winked at you then took another bite of whatever he was eating. "You're not coming tonight?" you bring up another topic, feeling more productive while talking with the older male. "Not a party person." he goes around the kitchen island now in front of you as he sits down on a bar chair. "Also, Doyoung will probably pay. Who am I to reject free food?" you laugh at him again, pretty entertained by his thinking. "True, Doie has a big heart and a thick wallet." he nods in agreement. "If you want I can finish this up for you." he points to the still big pile of dishes in the sink. "You can cook or do your makeup or something." ...silence. "I'm just kidding. Obviously." he crosses his legs. "You can call over Jungwoo, he promised to help me with something," you respond after a while. "You got tired of me or what?" he says as he stands up. "Yes."
Jungwoo walked in after Taeil, happy to be helping you. "I promised help with like beating someone in a game, but cooking works too." he skips into the kitchen, sitting where Taeil earlier was, the said man sitting next to Jungwoo. "Are you helping too?" you ask Taeil, "No, I'm just hungry."
Jungwoo helped with cooking up something, and by the end, Taeil ended up joining too as he eventually got bored. "Alright thanks, guys," you say turning off the stove, letting the food sit bubbling under the lid for a bit more. "Anytime," they say, leaving the kitchen with you. The whole day went by with you waking up late and cooking something that could last a bit for the others. By the time you three finished up, it was already time to get ready for tonight.
You couldn't decide what to wear for the night, you didn't ask for help either not being sure if it would be helpful at all. Turned out you should've done so earlier as when Mark stepped in the room, noticing your struggle he was quick to beg you to wear his favorite dress of yours. "My everything is out in that dress, Mark." you worry, whether it would be a comfortable option. "I know, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I'm not drinking today, wear whatever you want Baby." he came closer to you pressing a peck to your head. "I can protect you."
You chose Mark's favorite dress. His promise meant much to you, making you confident enough to step out in that tiny, tight dress that bricked up your boyfriend multiple times before. Sharp glances coming from the other men in the room, you weren't so sure Mark thought about his friends seeing you in this dress. Or maybe that was exactly what he wanted?
No one seemed to dare say anything as it could've sounded wrong coming from them, they settled on starring. Jaehyun watched as you walked up to them sitting down on the couch where you chatted with him and Doyoung the night before. You carefully sat down, holding the hem of your dress hoping it wouldn't slip up and expose more of you than intended. "So... who's coming?" you look around the silent room, "Me, Taeyong, Johnny, Haechan, and your boyfriend," replied Jaehyun, his eyes lingering on your thighs before making eye contact with you. The way he emphasized the last words sounded like a reminder to himself.
You nod and lean back in your seat, legs crossed.
"Who are we waiting for?" stepped in Mark, breaking the silence and seeing upbeat about tonight. "Haechanie," yelled Taeyong to the mentioned man. Immediately he stepped out of his room that was right around the corner right next to yours, looking at his phone before his hands slipped into his pockets. "Let's go," he said already heading out to the front of the house. Mark took a hold of your hand as he pulled you in front of him, slapping your ass. You looked back with a smirk, knowing he would regret letting you out in this dress. You will make him suffer tonight.
Mark would've driven to the club as he promised to stay sober, but the car was one person too crowded, and he wanted you to sit on his lap so Johnny drove there. You weren't sure how it would go on the way home, but the night was long you didn't want to worry about going home, and hopefully, you will be too drunk to remember.
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Back facing Mark, looking in the dark crowd flashed by colorful lights while the stupidest club song was playing in the back, but the atmosphere made it sound good. Your boyfriend's hand holding onto your waist, ass pressed up against his crotch, boldly dancing together hoping he wouldn't get seen. Wearing a cap and a denim jacket he looked like any other frat guy at the party, he was confident in not looking recognizable. "Want a drink princess?" he leaned closer to your ear, making sure you heard his question. You nodded already feeling a bit dizzy, but you wanted more, it was too early to stop. He twirled you around, pulling down your dress and clicking his tongue before leading you to the bar. He took out some money from his pocket, asking the bartender whatever you were drinking last time, which you couldn't remember. "Here," he handed you the glass, watching as you licked the side of it before gulping it down in one go. Looking at your lips the whole time, he felt his grey sweats tighten up. The burning taste of the alcohol and the salt mixing on your tongue made your throat tighten up a bit, Mark noticing your struggle he put the piece of lime between your lips that came with the drink order. You quickly sucked on the fruit, but before you could spit it out Mark leaned in and took the lime skin away from your lips with his teeth, spitting it in his hand before pulling you in a kiss. Hand immediately grabbed behind you, groping your ass with his big hand while his tongue licked in your mouth, lips roughly brushing together. You pull away smirking at his needy behaviour. "Watch out, I didn't fully swallow. You might get tipsyyy," you tease him making him grab onto your ass tighter before letting it go. "Come dance with me." probably meant more dry humping in the crowd. "I'm so hard for you," he whispered in your ear, pressing his bulge against your thighs. Rolling your eyes, he pulled you back to the other guys, some of them jumping to the music, some of them gone, probably on a smoke break.
Continuing to dance with your boyfriend, you were surprised he didn't cum in his pants from the way he was grinding against you. Hands sneakily slipping under your dress, grabbing at your bare butt, and playing with your underwear, making sure only he could see it. He was acting up seeing you in the dress, you were a bit surprised at the switch-up at the club from yesterday. "Mark what the fuck?" you widen your eyes standing up straight and pulling your dress down. He smirked as he pecked your neck from behind. As he leaned closer you grabbed behind you, taking hold of his rock-hard cock, his smirk washing off his face and letting out a loud hiss behind you. You smirked proudly before reaching into his pocket and stealing some money to get yourself a drink. "I'll be back!" you said, sending a flying kiss to your boyfriend before walking up to the bartender.
You wanted to get it over with so you asked for a shot of vodka. You were about to hand the bartender the money when somebody behind you did before you. "Let me pay for you, pretty girl." said a random man you've never seen before. You were about to decline, but you were far too drunk to care and you just saved Mark his money so you accepted it. "Thank you," you said kindly tilting your head back to take down the shot. You were about to slide back into the crowd, but the man who paid for you started talking to you. "No need to thank me," he smiled at you. "How's the party?" you turned to him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Erm, uh pretty good um.." you were a bit disoriented after the shot you had to process the words from the tall man. "Sorry I'm just a bit drunk," you said and explained you came with your boyfriend and friends. "Oh I'm not bothered by that," he replied, but you weren't sure to which part he did to, either way, he wasn't super appealing.
"What's taking so long, Baby?" the voice came from behind you. The man in front of you clicked his tongue before turning away from you. "Haechan?" you turn, almost rolling your eyes as he sneaks an arm around your waist. "I have to go back to Mark," you emphasized Mark's name trying to pry yourself from his hold. "Go back to who? Your boyfriend who couldn't even give a shit about you being hit on?"
"God, why are you so fucking jealous?" you whine pushing away from Donghyuck. "So fucking annoying all the time." his eyes softened while dropping down to gaze at the floor.
"Fuck, I'm hard..." you almost felt bad...
You broke into a smile that turned into a full-on laughter. He's so pathetic. "You're such a loser, Hyuck."
"There it is."
"What?" you raised a brow.
"You called me Hyuck." you rolled your eyes. You wanted to leave and go back to Mark on the dance floor, but as you took a step you started feeling the consequences of the vodka. "You should sit down for a bit. Your boyfriend can wait." he pulled you back slightly, making you sit on one of the bar stools. "And we can talk about why you're avoiding me." you held onto his arm as you tried getting comfortable, the dizziness turning down a notch. "I think it's obvious why I don't want to be around you." you shake your head, the alcohol allowing you to speak your thoughts. "No?" he failed to agree while he asked for a beer. "Yes." you sigh. "Look Hyu-, Haechan. I like you, as a friend. Mark also trusts you and-"
"I don't give a flying shit about Mark, and you don't either, you just feel bad, ____." you get quiet, seeing his frustrated appearance. "I see the way you look at me, the way you act around me. You don't think I see how much of a slut you are whenever you act up around me, but Mark eats it up, thinking you're his. You're smart ____, making everyone think you're innocent, but you want me just as much as I want you." you opened your mouth, "Don't try to deny. I heard you. This morning." he suddenly calmed down, lips forming a slight grin. "I know you saw my texts," he gulped into his can of beer. "You were getting off to them."
Fuck.
"Did you cum hard? Did my texts get you off better than Mark?" he leaned in, lips dangerously close to yours. "Because you sounded louder, than when you were with your boyfriend."
"W-what are you doing?" you pulled back a bit, face heating up, but you weren't sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of Dong fucking Hyuck in front of you. Your heart felt like it was soon going into cardiac arrest, beating out of your chest, you were worried he could hear it even with the loud music in the background.
"And this dress..." his finger slipped under the hem of your tiny dress, caresing the side of your thigh. "Do you really want me to go insane?"
"Baby." Haechan sighed as he slowly pulled back, not to raise suspicion, turning towards the bar with his hand gripping the beer can. "We're leaving soon it's almost 4 in the morning, wanna come and dance with me a bit?" Mark stepped closer to you, kissing your lips. Oh, how you wish that was Haechan instead...
"Woah your face is hot! How much did you drink?" he said concerned, putting a hand over your cheek. "Thanks, dude for looking out for her," Mark said to Haechan who turned around with an innocent smile.
Mark dragged you back to the middle of the club, dancing for the rest of the night. By the end of the party, Mark drove home with you as his passenger princess, and the rest talking in the back. Taeyong had to sit on Johnny's lap on the way home so all of you could fit in.
Walking back into the house Mark doesn't waste a single second before pulling you with him in the shower, and spending some highly anticipated time with you.
"Let me wash your back," he said turning you around before he started rubbing your back with his huge hands. "It was so good with you today Baby. I had so much fun." you relaxed into his touch, the hot water mixing with flowery scent clearing your drunk mind, leaning into your boyfriend a bit. "You looked so sexy." you hummed while closing your eyes, Mark's hand wandering over from your back to the front, massaging your chest between his fingers. Your back flat against his toned front, you reached behind you grabbing his hard cock that has been strained against your ass since the club.
"Fuck," he moaned at your touch, probably so needy for you by the feel of his dick, Mark hummed in your ears as you started stroking him. The right hand slowly speeds up on his length, dick twitching from your grip, his kisses on your neck leave you breathless making you sigh heavily from the soft lingering feeling. His fingers started trailing down, soapy hand quickly slipping down to your cunt. Spreading your folds with his finger he began rubbing on your clit while you jerked him off.
"Your hand feels so good baby, keep jerking me off," he whispered in your ear, while your mind wandered around a bit. His fingers were so skilled, rubbing at just the right places, noting where you needed him most. "Just like that." he praised, biting the end of his words at the pace of your hands.
"Bend over for me, yeah?" the lack of friction left you unsatisfied as his hand slipped to your back, pushing you forward. You obeyed, leaning down, holding yourself up by the cold, tiled wall. The Canadian took hold of your ass to spread them apart, taking a nice look down before slipping in his cock.
Your thighs flexed, tight walls capturing him inside of you. "Fuck Baby, relax for me a bit, yeah?" he hissed and stopped pushing in further scared he might cum too soon. He was eager to finally release the pent-up tension, but he wanted to enjoy you for a bit longer.
You tried to grab onto the flat surface, almost hitting your face on the wall as he finally pushed in fully. You spread your legs wider for your boyfriend and arched your back, trying to relax while his big dick stretched you out for the second time since the vacation started. "Just like that..." he mumbled as he started moving behind you, not fast, but making sure to connect his hips to yours each time he pushed in. Your mouth agape, eyes closed shut again.
All the frustration from your boyfriend all night, then his best friend taking teasing to another level. Haechan got you worked up so well just with his words, putting you in an almost hypnotic state as the only thing you could think about while getting fucked by your boyfriend is it being Haechan instead.
Mark's hand that was spreading your ass before now slowly made its way to your wet hair, taking hold of it and pulling your head back with it. "God..." you sighed as you were forced to straighten your posture, back slapping against Mark's chest. He had already picked up on the speed, his cock moving inside of you quickly, you were almost gasping for air. The hot shower fogged up, making it harder to breathe.
"I'm almost there. Take it for me?" he grunted out, his moves getting sloppier by each second, you knew he was close. This position made it easy for him to hit your favorite spots inside of you, he got you closer to your high.
Eyes shut close, ears picking up on the sound of your hips slapping together, moans leaving both your lips, but you weren't as close as Mark was. Mind wandering off, suddenly the picture of Haechan standing behind you, holding your hair in a fist while he pounded into you appeared. Your sweet and dirty fantasy getting you closer to your orgasm, making your body move on its own, backing up on your boyfriend's dick, making the movements deeper and rougher.
You mouthed Hyuck's name, taking everything in you not to moan it out loudly, so everybody could hear, even Mark behind you. "I'm cumming," his breath hitched, pulling you up against him and releasing inside of you. While he came down from his high, your fingers moved on their own, running to your slit and rubbing your clit to catch up to him with your climax. Your body shook as you moaned out, also making you stumble back from the alcohol still lingering in your system. "That's my pretty girl..." Mark whispered in your ear, sucking on the soft skin of your neck.
"Fuck, I'm still drunk as shit." you held onto your boyfriend, acting oblivious to the fact that you just came to the thought of Haechan. "Let me help you." he chuckled and pulled out of you, making you feel empty after him being in you for so long.
Mark was a gentleman, he helped you finish washing up and brought you back to your room. He helped take off your smudged makeup and made you drink a shit ton of water so you wouldn't dehydrate. He took care of you so well and praised you before tucking you into bed then got comfortable himself while hugging you close to him. He fell asleep rapidly, while your thoughts and dizzy mind kept you awake. You weren't sure when you drifted to sleep.
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"He's insane..." You rubbed your head as you had just woken up, - and your hungover headache was killing you - eyes barely open while you listened to Haechan's voice message. It looked like he called you at 6 a.m. and you didn't pick up.
"____, fuck. It hurts so bad, you made me so hard." you listened to Haechan whimpering into the microphone as he moaned your name. He called while you were sleeping and jerked off to you.
You wanted to turn it off, still feeling guilty and ashamed after last night, because you didn't forget a single moment that happened. You and Haechan flirting, Mark fucking you in the shower while all you could think of was Hyuck... a lot to take in. All you could do was sit in bed and listen to him. And now you were feeling worked up over Haechan whimpering out your name while you could clearly hear him jerk off on the other side of the line. You wonder what would've happened if you picked up the phone.
You sighed as you stopped the voice message and deleted it. You gently threw your phone on the nightstand to your left, only now noticing a white pill and a cup of water propped up on there. Mark is so sweet... your boyfriend is so sweet.
You immediately took the medicine, gulping it down with water hoping it would ease your headache soon. You were the drunkest out of all the guys, they were probably already awake, discussing last night. If we overlook the details the club was actually pretty cool. Good music and good company, you enjoyed it, but you were just exhausted.
All you wanted was to lay in bed all day. One reason is to relax, second reason is to save yourself from the embarrassment when seeing Haechan. Fuck, was he really serious?
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"You haven't come out all day, are you that tired?" Mark came in to check on you every once in a while, laying down with you for a couple of minutes, bringing you all your meals and any beverages you asked for, making you feel worse.
"The medicine didn't work?" he asked worriedly, lying under the covers next to you. You shook your head, still feeling sick. Next time you should think twice before drinking two days in a row just for validation. "Mark, I love you." you look up at him, seeing him smile softly. "I know dude, I love you too."
Guilt.
Crazy amount of guilt.
He felt so right up against you, hugging you tight with his strong arms, body hot from him. You placed your hand on his as he crept closer to you, chest pressed up your back and lips close to your neck.
"You were so good last night." you blurted out, praising Mark. "Yeah?" you could feel him smile against your neck, "Sorry for getting you so worked up in the club, we could've gotten caught." your eyelids feel heavy, "You were drunk, I was the one messing around. Like seriously dude."
you don't respond.
"___?" he leans over your relaxed form, meeting with closed eyes. He looked at his wrist, checking the time on his watch. "17:37, good night I guess."
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23:14
It was not a good choice to sleep again, but you just couldn't help it. Anyway, you woke up energized, Mark in a deep slumber next to you. You haven't even taken a shower yet.
You stand up quietly, slipping from under the covers, Mark's arm falling over nothing while you tip-toe out of the room. Coming out of the room for the first time today, immediately turning the corner to the bathroom.
Bump.
"Oh, you can be seen besides when you wanna get fucked?" looking up you see Haechan with gamer headphones hanging from his neck. "What?" you don't even comprehend his words, not expecting to run into him like this, hoping you wouldn't run into him. "What are you doing anyway?" he rolled his eyes at your confused form, how was he so casual after what he had told you in the club?
You zone out, only snapping back when Haechan spoke again, "Are you still drunk from last night, pretty?" his eyes scan your face. "You seemed a bit... out of it." his hand comes up to your chin. "Don't you remember?" it sounded like he was sizing up the situation, contemplating whether you remember what happened or not.
His soft hands grab onto you, tilting your head up. "I do." is all you manage to get out, body automatically leaning into his hold. Fuck.
Haechan leans in, lips connecting to yours for a moment. You break free from him stepping back, eyes wide and body completely frozen from the shock. Haechan steps forward pulling you to him, your neck stretching to meet his lips again.
What the fuck are you doing?
You think, but then your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushes against yours. Haechan's hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you even closer. You gasp as his right hand squeezes your ass, making you push away from him. "Fuck- you know we can't. I can't," you whisper to Haechan who is smirking at you, seemingly entertained by your inner conflict. "No one's here Baby, you can give in."
Mark gave you his all, you had everything, but you wanted more than everything. Greedy for temptation that Donghyuck gave to you so well. The game he played with you, provoking you for months until you would give in. He knew you would.
"I know you want me, come on." Haechan clicked his tongue, pushing you up the wall knee positioned between your legs. You finally respond, lightly nodding your head. "Words."
"I want you." "I know Baby." he teased, his palm placed on your neck as he pinned you against the wall, now mindlessly touching you, toying with your sanity. "Hyuck," you bite your lip as blood rushes to your cheeks. "What? Isn't this what you wanted?" his knee pushed up to your core, and you gasped at the friction.
Your legs almost gave up from the feeling, this situation felt so unreal, mostly because it wasn't right. "Think only about me," it was like he could read your mind, Haechan leaned down to whisper on your lips, suddenly biting on your bottom lip. His hand slipped up your shirt, caresing your bare waist before reaching under your thighs to pick you up.
You grabbed onto his wide shoulders, gripping the material of his shirt between your fingers. Eye contact was carefully held by him, all you could look at was his face as he brought you into the kitchen and placed you on top of the counter which was the closest surface he could prop you up by. His lips found yours once again, now kissing you more passionately, the need visible in the way he held your waist.
"Want me to kiss you until you can't fucking breathe?" chest rapidly moving up and down to catch your breath as he pulls the shirt over your head, arms in the air so he could slip you out of the clothing easily. You eagerly nodded your head, waiting for him to kiss you again, chasing his lips with your own. He stood between your legs, thighs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close to your core. He took your hand and guided it to his bulge, "All because of you." he was big.
You gulped hard before he pulled you towards him by your legs and pushed you back on the counter, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the cold. Haechan was harsh, almost ripping the shorts off you, smirking at the view of your pussy through your underwear. The way he looked at you reminded you of the pool incident, but now it was on purpose.
"I always wondered how you tasted here," he came back up to your face kissing you for a moment "And here." you whimpered out when Haechan leaned down and licked over your underwear.
"Fuck, Mark never does this," "What does Mark even do?" Haechan scoffed before focusing on your clit, making you drool a bit at the unfamiliar feeling. Your legs hung over his shoulders, his big hands holding your thighs in place next to his face. The way he looked up at you from under, his tongue pushed up against you, he was so hot, your fingers tugging at his dark brown hair making him hum against you.
"So pretty," his finger grabbed at your panties and pulled it to the side before getting messy, licking up from your entrance to your clit, carefully circling around the sensitive area. Your thighs clasped around his head, but he forced it open again, left hand pushing down on your inner thigh and right hand grabbing at your chest through your bra.
Mouth agape at him eating you out so well, nose buried between your legs while his tongue swiped across your clit, your hand left his hair to take off your bra. Bit clumsy with your hands as you were trying to do it quickly, eyes focused on Haechan who was making direct eye contact with you, eyes darkening when you threw your bra to the side. "So desperate, huh?" his lips curving into a smirk before focusing on your cunt, now a finger replacing his tongue. His cold finger sent shivers down your spine as he finally slipped it in.
"Hyuck, I need more than this..." you gasped at the curve of his finger hitting your walls. "I was patient with you, now you'll have to be patient too," he said as he dove back in, tongue now licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves while his finger trusted in and out of you, curving it upwards just at the right places. "I need your cock, Hyuck." his movements sped up getting you closer to the edge, you had to lay down on the counter, hiding your view of his pretty mouth placed on your pussy.
Palm placed on your mouth, scared of letting out an unexpected moan, you tried to hold back, but small whines still escaped your lips. You felt it, his tongue soon pushing you over the edge, "D-don't stop." you bit your lips, toes curling at the sensation, a moan slipping from between your lips. "Hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck..." you repeatedly said his name as he guided you through your orgasm, his movements slowing down until you calmed down.
You laid on the cold countertop with your eyes closed, Donghyuck pulled away from your still dripping pussy, your underwear gliding back to its place as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You were so goddamn loud moaning my name you better come in my room before someone sees you spread out like this for me." his eyes glided over your uncovered tits, and he held your leg to calm you down. He wasn't in a hurry even if he sounded like it, you knew he would enjoy it if some one walked in on you like this.
It was almost midnight, no way anybody could've heard you, but you were willing to follow him wherever. He took hold of your hand to help you off the counter, pulling you towards his room. Haechan enjoyed controlling you like this, because you were stubborn, but now it was like you were wrapped around his fingers, listening to him so well.
You walked into his room, realizing there was now no way out of this, you're cheating on Mark.
He walked up behind you, arms wrapping around your half-naked form as he whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna fuck you." you gasped slightly, mouth agape at his dirty words, "You want me to fuck you so bad, don't you?" he teased. "Fuck-" You should've thought this over, but that's all you want right now. You'll think about this when you care, which is not right now. "Yes, I want you to fuck me, please," you almost mewl as he reaches between your legs, finger in your panties.
Before you could enjoy it too much he pushed you down on his bed. You landed with a thud and before you could turn around he pinned your arms down on the mattress. "That's all I want to do to you," he pushed his bulge against your ass, humming at the feeling. He let go of your arm just to throw his headphones away from his neck, but not stopping his movements, shamelessly humping your ass. Your back arched to make it easier for him, but he stood up straight, leaving you on the bed still at his mercy.
Haechan reached into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms. "Why the fuck do you have that?" you lifted your head and furrowed your eyebrows, "Were you so sure this was going to happen?" Haechan ripped up the package with his teeth after taking one from the almost empty box, spitting it out next to you. "I hoped,"
"You don't need it though," you looked back at him, seeing his eyes widen "You sure?" you nodded your head, seeing him happily throw out the already opened condom. He pulled down both his pants and boxers, his dick slapping against his lower abdomen. He was exposed to your gaze, grinning at you while you watched him. "Am I big?" he teasingly asked, watching your reaction carefully. "I have to feel it to tell," you got confident, but it was quick to disappear when he pulled your panties aside and glided his cock inside you.
It went in smoothly, your wet pussy swallowing it, while he stretched you out. "Oh my-" you bit the end of your sentence, fingers curling into a fist. "Now, am I big?" he pulled out of you until his tip was barely in you, then slapped his hips against yours, making you choke on your words. You just nodded your head and squeezed your eyes shut, unable to form coherent words.
His hands spread your ass, giving him a better view of his cock slipping in and out of you, each thrust making you moan out his name. You looked so pretty, and your pretty face matched with your pretty pussy, all he could think of was you, you, and you. "Louder, Baby. L-let the man next door hear how good I'm fucking you. Let him know... God..." his head fell backwards for a second before composing himself.
"You made me work for this," he said through gritted teeth, his thrust speeding up to his liking. "A-and made me wait so long." you squeezed around him, making him stumble on his words. "I'm sorry..." you cried out, feeling him hit a spot inside you, making it hard for you to focus on anything other than his cock buried deep in you. "I know you're not, pretty." he leaned over your back, arms on each side of your head so he could reach even deeper into you.
"I should punish you, but you listened to me so well," he groaned after he spoke, unable to hold back, both of you high on the pleasure. His hips slapped into yours roughly, the tip of his dick hitting spots that were never reached before. "Is my dick bigger than your boyfriend's, huh?" you didn't even think of it, yes it was bigger. Mark himself wasn't small, but besides having a big dick he couldn't use it as well as Hyuck did. You knew it, you felt it because you knew you weren't going to last for much longer.
You nodded your head once again as response, making Haechan scoff. "Speak princess. I want to hear you say it," his soft tone paired up with his rough movements pushing your head into the mattress, pushing you closer to your orgasm. "I'm so close!" you cried out, making Haechan stop his movements. "Wrong words."
You let out a whine as the closeness disappeared, leaving you with just a feeling of him stretching you out alone, which wasn't nearly enough. "Your dick is bigger than Mark's..." you breathed out quickly, moving your ass back to feel him slip a bit deeper in you. "So desperate for my big dick, yeah?"
"Please..." he reached over to your face, pushing the pieces of hair that had fallen over your face. Hearing your pleading words, he couldn't hold back. He took hold of your waist before relentlessly thrusting into you selfishly chasing his high, but by your sounds, he knew you enjoyed the way he used you. "So pretty... so so pretty, fuck." he mumbled under his breath, his groans turning whinier by each thrust.
"I'm gonna cum," he hissed as his eyebrows furrowed on his face, his grip on your torso tightening. "Me too," both of you panting loudly, none of you spoke anymore, only one goal in mind; to finally release.
His groan sent you over the edge, making you moan his name loudly, he cursed in reply watching as your body shook from the release. Soon Donghyuck stopped his movements, pushing all his length into you, spilling his cum inside you "Fuck-" he cursed again, watching you all fucked out from him. He was shamelessly loud, he couldn't care less about being heard, or maybe he wanted to be heard. You could hear him breathe, tired from how good he fucked you. Donghyuck pulled out of you, reaching for his pants and boxers and putting them on while he watched you, lying on his bed as his cum dripping out of your cunt, panties getting dirtier by each second.
"So pretty," he slapped your ass before hopping down on his bed next to you. "Fuck Hyuck, I-" you bit your lips, turning around, now lying on your back. "Are you gonna tell Mark about this?"
Oh my god, Mark.
Words got stuck in your mouth, tongue pushing against the side of your cheeks. You covered your chest with your hands, making Haechan get up and take a shirt from his closet, "I'm not wearing that." he sighed and shrugged still throwing the clothing piece next to you just in case. He took a tissue paper from his nightstand, softly reaching down to clean you up as much as he could.
"I can't believe I cheated..." you mumbled to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your half naked body after Haechan threw the soaked tissue out and sat down next to you on his bed. "Was it good?" he looked at you with innocent puppy eyes, acting like he didn't just fuck his best friend's girlfriend. "Hyuck..." you say disappointed, but more in yourself than him. "It's no big deal, don't feel bad." you sighed in distress, looking at Haechan. "I'm horrible..." "No, you're not. It's not your fault Mark can't fuck you. And you deserve to be fucked. Good."
You stood up and left quickly, you needed time to process everything that just happened. Donghyuck called after you, but you didn't bother stopping, you tip-toed to the kitchen grabbed your shirt, and sneaked back into your room where Mark slept. You couldn't even look at him, but you laid down next to him, turned to the side, and stared at the darkness in the room.
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"Hey... wake up." Mark pushed at your peaceful form, making you slowly sit up in the bed. "Dude, how did your bra end up in the kitchen?" he asked as soon as you opened your eyes. You sat up fast, snatching your pink lacey bra from him. "Uh..." your eyes widen, not being able to find the right words. "I must've.. sleepwalked?" it sounded more like a question than a statement. "Now that's scary!" Mark said, completely oblivious to your lie.
You sighed in relief when he left, plopping back down on the bed, heart beating fast in your chest. Your phone buzzed next to you on the nightstand so you reached for it, eyes widening at the contact name.
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kjdkive · 1 month
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it's a date — mark lee.
"i know! but i think frank ocean is gonna have an amazing musical comeback." mark tells you very excited as you are scooping ice cream for this charity event you volunteered to work at.
mark is not someone you would call a friend, he's a friend of your friend and you also like him a lot but in secret. you're not trying to date johnny's friend or maybe you are. you can swear there's this tension between you but not one of you dares to make a move.
"honestly, don't you think people are hyping it too much that it may disappoint turning everyone into a hater?" you ask him.
"they could never make me hate my father frank. dude, it's like sza, how many years did she leave us to dry and when she came back it was an amazing album?"
"yeah, i guess you're ri-" you don't finish the sentence "shit."
"what?"
"the guy that has been bothering me for a while is here and i think he's coming our way." you turn your back to the counter and face mark awkwardly.
it's a funny story of how this guy started to bother you, asking you out every single time, one would dare to call him a fan but you don't want anything to do with him. not so funny anymore.
"hey, y/n! care to give me a vanilla ice cream?"
you quickly scoop the ice cream without greeting him back and hand it to him.
"aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend, y/n?" the weird guy asks.
"sup' man, i'm her boyfriend." he fully stares at him, the other guy with the ice cream getting uncomfortable.
you look at mark and then look at the guy whose name you don't remember, you try your best to not laugh and to also try to not feel a zoo in your stomach.
"oh, i-" the guy starts.
"what? you got a problem?" mark asks him, holding you by your waist and turning you to him, making you turn your back on the weird guy.
you place your palms on mark's chest and just turn around a little to see your basically stalker finally giving up on you.
"not a problem, man, just wondering. guess i'll go."
"yeah, that's better." mark says back.
you start giggling as soon as the other leaves, making mark look down at you and smile.
"i'm your girlfriend now?" you ask him.
"yeah, you're my dream come true." he's still caressing your waist and back.
"don't you think you have to ask me out for a drink first?"
"you don't like drinking, y/n." he smiles "i was thinking about taking you to that pizza place you're always recommending to everyone but me."
"are you finally asking me out on a date?" you smile too.
"i am." and he can't stop smiling and giggling "will you go out on a date with me?"
"i'd love to, mark."
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haespoir · 3 months
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texts w/ stoner bf!mark
it’s not a lot but its smthn!!!
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recklessmark · 7 months
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sinners
Pairings: Priest Mark x afab Reader
Summary: You’re a sinner. Lucky for you, Father Lee is willing to help you repent.
Genre: smut
Warnings: unprotected rough sex (be safe!), church sex, oral sex, priest/religion kink, masturbation, degradation, fingering, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, boot worship, overstimulation.
Word count: 5k6
a/n: this could be the part 2 every angel sinned but not actually because there's literally no plot, just filth.
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Cool fingertips stroked the delicate line of your jaw and the action was innocent enough but it melted your heart into a flash of dripping radiation. Father Lee circled you slowly, his movements reminiscent of a predator calculating the most effective way to pounce on its prey. Those smoldering eyes, veiled beneath the narrow squint and framed by dark lashes, held a magnetic allure that was impossible to resist.
“I reckon you've been a bad girl,” he drawled, his voice dripping like thick honey, saturating the air around you.
His knuckles grazed the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck, their touch leaving a trail of shivers in their wake as they slid over the curve of your shoulder. A chill slithered down your spine, making you tremble, as his fingers hovered just above the tempting expanse between your breasts. You could feel the steady thrum of your heart beneath his touch, as if he were stealing your very essence and claiming it as his own. 
“I could smell your cunt from the second you stepped inside this building.”
His voice had dropped several octaves, and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin. The vulgarity of his words had caused you to gasp, but you couldn’t deny the way your mouth watered at the sound of his velvet-smooth voice forming the word 'cunt'.
“I could smell it when you came inside the booth, when you heard my voice.“ His eyes flickered as he paused to take a breath. “When you said my name.”
He spoke almost condescendingly to you now, and you were frozen in place as he pulled down your lower lip, running his thumb over the inside until it was slick with your saliva.
“Most people are afflicted with desires of the flesh,” he said. “But you- your thoughts were remarkable.”
“Father…” you mumbled, looking down to your hands as they fidgeted aimlessly over your lap. Your cheeks were hot and had flushed bright red- from the way Father Lee regarded you, with a predatory hunger woven into the perfect features of his face, you could tell that your shyness only excited him.
“Never have I come across a woman who wanted to be fucked as badly as you do,” he said, so close to you now that his lips brushed against your cheek, sending a surge of electricity through your body. “And as you can imagine, I’ve encountered a myriad of sinners in my day.”
“So what are you gonna do about it?” You breathed, surprising yourself with your sudden bout of bravery. He seemed pleased with this response, raising an eyebrow wryly before standing up straight to look down on you.
“The first sin you’ll repent for will be lust,” he said, and you found yourself biting your bottom lip at his commanding tone. “On your feet.”
You did as you were told, standing up from the pew and presenting yourself for him. Then he circled you, never once allowing you to evade his sight, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he moved; finally he took a seat where you had been seconds before, splaying his palms over his muscular thighs.
You bowed your head respectfully as he observed you from his sitting position, skin burning under the weight of his pale-eyed gaze.
“Take off your clothes,” he said abruptly, crossing his legs and leaning back. “Now.”
Your mouth fell open, but you know better than to protest; there came that feeling again, sharp and prominent, and you quickly worked to pull off your cardigan and discard it on the ground behind you. Next came your sweater and loose-fitting jeans, your hands shaking as you unbuttoned them and tugged them down your thighs, the dark denim pooling at your ankles. Once you’d bent down to take off your boots, you kicked your jeans behind you to join your discarded jacket and sweater.
You wrapped your forearms around your stomach self-consciously, all at once becoming hyper aware of the way your nipples had stiffened, poking noticeably through the thin, un-padded cup of your bra.
Father Lee leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and settling his chin in his palms before shooting you a venomous stare. “All your clothes.”
You nodded, reaching behind yourself to unclasp the hooks of your bra, slipping the straps down your shoulders with a timid reluctance. Pulling away the lace fabric from your breasts, you averted your eyes to the ground as he took in the sight of you.
“When atoning for our sins,” he said softly, stretching his arm out to reach your face, gently guiding your chin to look at him. “We aren’t granted the luxury of modesty.”
He patted your cheek before hooking his fingertips into the waistband of your underwear, which wasn’t much more than a flimsy scrap of black lace. He inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering back into his head as he seemed to be basking in something, though you couldn’t be quite sure what. He pulled them down a few inches, exposing the smooth skin of your pelvis, and impatiently you hurried to meet his hands with yours, helping him tug off the garment altogether.
You were about to toss the underwear alongside the rest of your clothes when he shook his head and held his hand out expectantly.
Furrowing your eyebrows slightly, you handed him the bundle of fabric. You watched with slight embarrassment as he began to level it between his palms, working the material between his fingers as a thoughtful expression crossed his face. “They’re drenched,” he remarked finally, lips curling into a disgusted sneer. “You really are a whore, aren’t you? Walking around with soaked panties, mind plagued with vile thoughts- and regarding a man of the cloth, no less.”
Despite the biting nature of his words, you could still see a mischievous sparkle behind his eyes as he pocketed your underwear.
“It’s despicable, really. Pitiful.” His tongue danced over his bottom lip until it gleamed with spit, and with a quick glance downwards you saw that he was hard. “You’re lucky I’m here to help absolve you.”
You ignored the natural impulse to try and cover up, the degrading nature of the situation arousing you far more than you cared to admit. Your center was throbbing painfully now, so intense that it was beginning to distract you, your thoughts roaming without abandon.
“Show me how you touch yourself at night when you’re alone with all those filthy thoughts,” he ordered, reclining again in his seat and casually tucking one hand behind his head. In this position, his erection was impossible to ignore, and your mouth nearly fell agape at the massiveness of the protrusion.
“Y-yes, Father,” you whispered, dizzy with lust as one hand crept towards your inner thigh, easing yourself into the task. You widened your stance, moving your hand to the warm, padded flesh at the top of your thighs, wincing when you discovered the abundance of your juices that had built up there.
“Go on,” he said, sounding as though he were calling a dog over to him. At this your fingers made contact with your neglected, pulsing clit, spreading your wetness as you formed tight, firm circles over it. You whimpered lowly, partly from the pleasure and partly from the thick humiliation blooming in your throat, and he smirked.
“Come on now, we both know you can do better than that,” he chided. “I want to see you fuck yourself.”
You swallowed thickly, pressing a finger undecidedly against your slit. Sensing your hesitation, his demeanor shifted from somewhat playful to completely unamused, and his hand shot out to grip your wrist. He let out a bitter sigh before he spoke, eyes boring so intensely into yours that you shivered.
“I said fuck yourself.”
Your breath hitched and you scrambled to obey his commands, immediately slipping two fingers through your folds and past your entrance. You groaned at the feeling of your walls stretching out, wasting no time before you began to thrust upwards into yourself, struggling to keep yourself balanced as your knees weakened with your impending orgasm.
“You don’t really expect me to believe that slutty cunt of yours can only take two fingers, do you?” he said, and with a labored breath you shoved a third finger inside, gritting your teeth at the intrusion.
The sound of your fingers pumping in and out of your pussy was nothing short of vulgar, and you shut your eyes tightly in an attempt to ward off the shame that was rapidly engulfing you.
“Harder,” came his harsh command, and you tried your best to comply, curling your fingers and pushing roughly against your spongy inner walls.
You were a panting mess, forehead shining with perspiration and lips bitten red and swollen, when he finally stopped you. It was cruel, the way he’d waited patiently until you were on the brink of release, but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain; this was a punishment, after all.
Wiping your glistening moisture across your thighs, you pulled your fingers from yourself; then, looking over at Father Lee, you wrapped your lips around them and sucked off the remaining wetness.
He stood up, casting you over with his shadow as he towered above you. Stepping around to face you, he used the back of his sleeve to wipe away the beads of sweat that had formed by your hairline, a look of sincere tenderness on his face as he did so. That tenderness, however, was short-lived, and within seconds he’d returned to his unforgiving stance.
“Kneel.”
You did without having to be asked twice, knees instantly making contact with the faded, discolored carpet.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be entirely necessary to have you repent for the sin of pride. It’s quite clear just by looking at you that you have none left. Void of any dignity, on your knees, writhing in desperation like a bitch in heat.”
You blinked at him with eyes as wide and innocent as a doe’s, pressing your legs together as a fresh wave of arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach. You knew that he was merely teasing you, hoping to convince you that you were exempt from his punishment, but you knew better. There was no way he was planning to grant you any mercy- you could see it in his eyes as he leered coldly upon you, his pretty mouth pressed into a thin line.
“But,” he continued, just as you’d expected. “Just to be certain that you’ll be absolved, you will repent anyway.”
He lifted one leg and planted his foot on the seat of the pew, presenting you with a well-shined, expensive looking shoe, the toe of which formed into a dangerous point. “Clean it. With your mouth.”
You raised an eyebrow at the man but did not argue, fearing that he’d punish you more severely if you disobeyed. His shoe looked clean enough, not a single scuff to be seen in the shining leather, and, scooting yourself closer to the pew, you ran the tip of your tongue along the side of it experimentally. It didn’t taste like much, which helped to ease your worries, and it wasn’t before long that you were flattening your tongue and lapping at the stiff material like your life depended on it.
“Good girl,” he praised, but there was little kindness behind the encouragement. He rolled his heel back so the sole of his shoe was in your face, and with a nearly inaudible huff you began to lick up and down the patterned grooves.
Cringing at the thought of all the germs you were letting into your mouth, you were relieved when he pulled away and jutted your chin up towards him with the tip of his shoe.
“Turn and face me,” he said, taking a step back and folding his hands behind him. You shifted away from the pew so that you were eye-level with his crotch now, eyes falling to the straining bulge in the front of his dark, immaculately pressed slacks.
A ray of red-tinted light spilled through the stained glass window behind him, bouncing off the black stone of his ring as he trailed his fingers towards his belt. At a teasingly slow pace, he freed his belt from its hold, the room silent save for the soft clinking of the metal buckle.
“Most often overlooked by humanity is the sin of gluttony,” he said. He tugged down his zipper and unbuttoned his pants, taking a moment to palm at his bulge obscenely before reaching inside to retrieve himself.
“What do you hunger for, hm?” he asked, hissing as he cupped himself inside his pants. You could see his hand sliding up and down his length just out of your sight, and you stifled the sudden compulsion to reach into his trousers and grab him.
“Do you have cravings that can’t ever seem to be satiated?” His words flowed rhythmically, tone so soft you could almost swear he was singing to you. “Do you take all that’s given to you only to find that you’re still starving?”
You bobbed your head up and down, frantic and needy, parting your lips when at last he revealed himself to you. Though you’d been acquaintanced with his cock before, you couldn’t help but be taken aback by how big it was, thick and flushed deep pink at the tip. He ran his thumb over the swollen head, smearing a bead of precum across the toughened skin around his slit.
You felt lightheaded, overwhelmed at the pure, erotic beauty of this man, whom you’d so willingly allowed to defile you (and in a fucking church, of all places).
“You’re a ravenous little thing, aren’t you?” he mocked, fucking his hips into his loose fist with a throaty grunt. You kept your hands on your thighs, awaiting further instructions, growing restless with each passing second that his cock wasn’t in your mouth or hand.
God, you really were gluttonous.
He looked ethereal from where you knelt, full lips curved into a perfect “o” shape as he jerked himself over your face. It was fascinating to witness such a man allow himself to come undone like this, chest rising and falling and sweat forming on his brow with each stroke of his thick cock.
Tilting his head back towards the ceiling, he let out a guttural moan, quickening his tempo and bringing himself closer and closer to the edge. You were so turned on that you were fairly sure your juices must’ve dripped onto the carpet by now, a filthy proclamation of your desire; the uncomfortable throb of your cunt only intensified as you witnessed him nearing his orgasm, breaths strangled and raspy.
He peered down at you, wetting his lips. “Open your mouth.”
You unhinged your jaw, angling your head under his cock like you knew he wanted. He pumped along his shaft a few more times before releasing a silky stream of hot, salty cum into your open mouth, an animalistic bellow of pleasure floating from his lips like music.
“Don’t even think about swallowing it.”
You felt his thick load begin to settle on the back of your tongue, but you ignored the instinctive urge to swallow. He tucked himself back into his pants, fastening his belt before sitting back down on the pew. He patted his thighs, eyeing you sternly, and obediently you approached him and settled yourself on his lap.
His warm thigh pushed against your core with little mercy as soon as you sat down, and you found yourself grinding down against it, chasing the pleasure that he hadn’t yet allowed you to obtain. At this, he landed his palm sharply against your thigh.
“My personal favorite sin is wrath,” Father Lee said, placing his hands on your hips to keep you from wriggling around on his leg. “It’s both fascinating and amusing to see all the horrible things people can be pushed to do, all because of a little bit of rage.”
He lifted you up slightly and pulled your upper body over his lap; you complied with his adjustment, situating yourself so that you were laid fully across him, your hair falling in your face as your head hung forward- you clamped your jaw shut as tightly as you could manage, terrified of what might happen should you let a single drop of his load fall from you. His hand grazed the tender junction between your ass and thigh and you shuddered, whining when he wedged his knee back between your legs.
“I can feel the rage that’s burning deep inside you, my child,” he said, gathering your hands behind your back and holding them together at the wrist. He used his other hand to push down on the small of your back, in turn applying pressure to your soaked cunt with his knee; you cried out, the sound muffled through your closed lips.
“Do you ever wonder when your grip on your own sanity will spiral and you’ll finally snap?” You stiffened your jaw, praying you wouldn’t mistakenly let anything drip, the texture of his load seeming to become denser the longer it sat on your tongue. You couldn’t afford to be disgusted by the way it’d grown bitter and cold, coating the inside of your mouth with each minimal movement of your head.
“Answer me,” he growled, kneading your ass cheek hard enough that you felt his fingernails cutting into your delicate skin.
A pitiful “M-mhm,” was all you could muster.
“Such an angry girl,” he stated, voice dripping with faux-sympathy as he circled his fingertips over your thighs, preparing you for what was to come. “We can’t have that, now can we?”
Without warning he slapped your ass so hard that you nearly forgot about the cum inside your mouth, your body surging forward before he caught you and brought you back. He allowed you no time to recover from the blow, administering a second hit to the opposite side of your ass. You ground your teeth, eyes watering in both pain and focus as you fought to keep your mouth shut. He hit you again with even more sadistic aggression than the first two times, and inadvertently a tear dropped past your waterline and down your hot cheek.
He continued his ruthless assault on your ass, each smack harder than the last, until he landed a particularly intense one that you were sure would leave a red handprint on your skin. The force was almost enough to cause you to scream, and for a moment your lips parted, unable to bring one hand to stifle yourself given his bruising hold on your wrists. In turn, a small stream of cum dribbled from the corner of your mouth and down your chin.
You hoped he hadn’t noticed, but realized you’d had no such luck when he released your wrists and instead grabbed a fistful of your hair. Yanking your head back, he lowered himself so that he could speak gruffly into your ear, tracing shapes over the irritated skin of your ass.
“Make a mess and I’ll have no choice but to extend your punishment,” he warned. He waited for you to nod in understanding before releasing your hair, straightening himself again and promptly making contact with the swollen expanse of your backside.
Taking deep breaths, you kept your eyes squeezed shut while he beat down on you over and over; you probably would’ve enjoyed the spanking had it not been for the added responsibility of keeping a load of cum in your mouth, and you were beginning to fidget. His knee was still being held unyieldingly against your crotch, his slacks no doubt slick with your arousal, the friction sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body each time you twitched.
It was clear that the act of punishing you had gotten him hard again, the rigid length of his cock pressing into your side as he hit you.
“This aroused you,” he said flatly, as though it had only been just now that he’d come to that conclusion. “But I shouldn’t be surprised. It doesn’t matter how you’re being touched, does it? You’re so needy that you’re just grateful you’re being touched at all.”
He let out a taunting laugh, running his fingers through the back of your knotted hair. “You may swallow now.”
You followed his instructions right away, gasping in relief once his load was all gone. The inside of your mouth still tasted like him, the vaguest hint of savory sweetness on your tastebuds. After spending a few seconds stroking your raw ass in steady, soothing motions, he grabbed your sides, manhandling you until you were back in a sitting position on the edge of his knees. For the second time during your encounter, he unbuckled his belt, shimmying his pants and boxers partly down his thighs and allowing his cock to spring free.
You knew better than to succumb to your desires, stomach churning with want at the mouth-watering sight of his erection. All you wanted was to feel him- pump your fist along his veined shaft, wrap your lips around his warm skin, glide down his length until you were convinced you could feel him deep in your belly. He was right- you didn’t care how he chose to touch you. You just wanted to be touched.
“It’s time for you to repent for the sin of sloth, my child,” he said, massaging the tip of his cock with his thumb. “Spoiled little sluts like you are always far too accustomed to being given everything they want without ever having to lift a finger.”
He took hold of your upper thighs, pinching the curves while he guided you so that you were straddling him. Your breath caught in your throat; you were so close to what you wanted you could almost taste it.
“Is this what you desire?” he asked you, wrapping his long fingers around your wrist and moving your hand to his cock. Instinctively you grasped it, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you traced along the prominent veins adorning his shaft.
“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “God, yes.”
“You should know better than to use the lord’s name in vain in the presence of a priest,” he teased, his breath hot on your neck. He ghosted his lips against your jugular, just barely placing an open-mouthed kiss against it, erupting your body into chills.
“Please,” you all but whimpered. You were subconsciously rolling your hips down on his lap, desperate for any sort of release, and he reached forward to firmly hold you still.
“Work for it.” He placed his hands down on either side of him, lips just slightly curling upwards at the corners as he resigned to resting with his back against the pew.
You eased yourself forward, holding his cock upright by the base. Lifting yourself up, you grazed the flushed head along your slit and dipped it past your entrance, jaw already unhinging at the slight penetration. Heart pounding, you slid down onto him, tears springing to your eyes at the sheer intensity of his thickness stretching out your narrow walls.
“Oh fuck,” you grunted, eyes rolling back into your head when all at once he filled you to the hilt. Father Lee remained motionless, but you could see the way he sucked his lower lip into his mouth at the feeling of your pussy enveloping him, and from the back of his throat came a low hiss.
“That’s it,” he said encouragingly, clearly unable to contain himself as he began kneading your tits in his hands. You squealed, just barely rocking yourself, still trying to get used to having something so massive inside of you. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes, Father,” you said, reaching over his shoulders and gripping the edge of the pew with both hands to support yourself. He repositioned his hands so that they cupped your abused ass, latching his mouth onto your sensitive nipple and swirling his tongue over the peak as you hoisted yourself up.
You brought your ass back down, losing your breath all over again as he nibbled at your hardened areola. You were already beginning to work up a sweat, but still you continued to fuck yourself as you’d been instructed to, gaining momentum with each bounce of your hips.
The lewd sound of slapping skin rang throughout the empty room, melding with the strangled, depraved moans escaping your throats. Never before had you experienced such unadulterated ecstasy, and you weren’t sure that you ever would again. You were insatiable, slamming your hips down at an almost painful rhythm, knuckles turning white over the edge of the pew. The head of his cock reached your cervix and you saw stars, unable to think of anything but your impending orgasm and the beautiful man beneath you.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Father, please-“ came your incoherent cries, burying your head in the crook of his neck to more closely listen to his own sounds of pleasure. He was far less vocal than you were, being the composed man he was, but it was obvious that he, too, was coming undone by the way he was clutching your ass, forceful enough to leave bruises.
He growled, bucking his hips up to meet you, sending streams of tears flowing down your cheeks. It hurt, but you loved the pain, craved it, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to forget this for weeks.
“Fuck- I-I’m close,” you croaked, blinking away a bead of sweat that had fallen into your eye, heart hammering violently in your chest.
With that, he pushed you up off of him with such power that you stumbled back and fell onto your ass, his cock leaving you just as you were about to unravel. You sniffled pathetically, watching with glassy eyes as he rose to his feet, cock shining from the wetness of your cunt.
“Envy,” he said, glaring down at you, “Is the most laughable of the cardinal sins. Desiring what others have while ignoring your own blessings is truly humanity’s biggest flaw.”
He leaned down to thread his fingers through the hair at the top of your head, yanking you upright by the root so you were on your knees. “I know what you desire, pathetic girl. Release. Unfortunately for you, though, I’m the only one getting any of that today.”
He was taunting you, enjoying the distress evidently plastered across your face as he coerced open your jaw. Then he thrust his cock into your mouth, forcing you to taste your own arousal coating him, quickly deciding on a rapid, merciless pace to fuck your face with.
You couldn’t do much more than gag, taking shallow breaths through your nose as he pushed himself into your throat, using your hair as reigns to direct you.
You felt his cock twitch, and then your nose was pressed flush against the neatly trimmed blond curls surrounding his pelvis, one hand keeping you in place as warm spurts of cum shot down your throat. When he was sure that you’d consumed every last drop of his load, he let you go, tossing you onto your side like a rag doll.
Sobbing softly, you drew your knees to your chest, too humiliated to lock eyes with the stoic man who had reduced you to this. You were nothing more than a sniveling mess, defiled and debased, throat aching and lips trembling.
And yet still, somehow, your cunt was pulsing, screaming to be touched.
“Please, Father,” you mumbled in a daze, unsure if you’d even spoken at all once the words had left your mouth. “Please.”
He looked sinfully delicious from where he stood, towering above you as you lay sprawled across the floor, and with disappointment you watched him put away his dick. Using what little energy you had left, you tugged at the pristine hem of his pants, and he tilted his head inquisitively, a small smile creeping across his lips at your hopeless state.
“Please. I don’t know what you want me to do. Just— please.” You got onto your knees, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh like a cat begging to be fed.
“Please what, my child?” he asked, voice dripping with condescension. He caressed your cheek with his thumb, wiping away your partially-dried tears in the process. “Was this not enough for you? My cock filling your mouth, your cunt? You’re asking me for more, when I’ve given you so much already?”
You lowered your eyes, ashamed.
“How fitting, then, that your last sin to repent for is greed.”
He gripped your upper arm and jerked you to your feet, casting you haphazardly onto the pew. He licked his lips, admiring the view of your naked body strewn across the wood, your chest splotchy and red.
“You want to cum? Is that what you want?” he demanded, sinking to his knees and prodding apart your thighs. When you didn’t reply, he gave your inner thigh a hard slap. “Answer me.”
“Oh god,” you sighed, melting at the tantalizing feeling of air blowing against your pussy when he spoke. “Y-yes.”
“Hm,” he hummed, entwining his arms with your thighs so he could keep them apart, “Very well, if that’s really what you want.”
He lunged forward unexpectedly, burying his face in your cunt, lapping vigorously between your folds and gathering your sticky secretion on his tongue. You moaned wildly, one hand tangling with his flaxen waves, unintentionally rolling your pelvis against his face. Drawing his tongue between your outer lips, he met your bud at the very top and enclosed his lips around it, adding just enough suction that you were overwhelmed. Writhing helplessly against him, you screamed out as he dropped one of your thighs and impaled you with two of his fingers.
He was cruel, the way he pounded his fingers inside of you unrelentingly, his mouth working fervently at your clit. The edges of your vision blurred, and it wasn’t long before your stomach was dropping, indicating your approaching climax.
“I- I’m- fuck!”
He flicked your bud once more with the tip of his tongue, and then you were cumming, head thrown back in euphoria as your orgasm consumed you.
Your cunt vibrated as Father Lee snickered against it, and it was then that you registered the truth of the matter: you were well and truly fucked. He had no intentions of letting you breathe, instead continuing to toy with your throbbing clit, a third finger pressing inside you with a filthy squelch.
“Shit-“ you sobbed, his tongue forming brisk shapes over your bundle of nerves, fingers effortlessly working you open. You had no choice but to take it; the pleasure coursing through you was so potent that it was becoming unbearable, but you were sure that had been his goal, to punish you with the very thing you’d been yearning for.
He turned his fingers inside you, angling them to hit the deepest spots that nobody else had ever been able to reach. He curled them, brushing against something spongy and sensitive, and for a moment all you could see was white as you came for a second time.
Just as you’d feared, he didn’t stop; now he was sucking so ardently on your clit that you could hardly move, falling limply on the back of the pew, legs weak and numb under his iron grip. He continued to drive his fingers deep inside you, your body shaking feebly each time his fingers grazed your cervix.
“Father- please, no m-more,” you pleaded, but he only laughed, spreading apart his fingers inside you to stretch you further. He retracted from your clit with a noisy pop, and you were about to breathe a sigh of relief, until he removed his fingers from your core and used them to replace his lips.
“N-no, it’s too much, please!” You were crying now, struggling against his mouth as he moved his head downwards to lick stripes up between your folds, his thumb forming circles over your defenseless clit.
He sucked one of your outer lips into his mouth before delving deep into your entrance, starting to fuck you with his skillful tongue. You could feel that well-known dip in your belly yet again, and the muscles of your thighs tensed and contracted when he pinched your clit between two fingers.
The coil in your stomach snapped without warning, and then you were cumming; this time, however, was different- a wave of clear liquid shot out from your overstimulated cunt, soaking his face and the front of his shirt.
He backed away, finally, lips pulling into an evil grin as he examined the mess you’d made. You were wide-eyed, shocked at your newfound ability, sweat-stained chest rising and falling. You were sure in other circumstances you’d have been embarrassed, but right now you were far too exhausted to care.
“You’re a messy little thing,” he laughed, wiping his mouth off with the back of his sleeve and licking his damp fingers clean. “So what do you think? Have you learned your lesson?”
“Y-yes, Father,” you said, shutting your legs protectively just in case he decided to go for one more round.
“Good.” He returned to his feet, looking just as pristine as he had when you’d first seen him, save for his gently tousled hair. “And what do you say, after I’ve gone through all this trouble to ensure your absolution?” He questioned you as though you were a petulant child, resting his hands on his hips.
“Thank you, Father.”
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Title: CHAPTER 1 ‘The Untamed.’
— Prologue: “When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.”
— Summary: You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.
— Genre: Smut with plot. Minors dni. Fantasy with modern timeline. Female!reader. Secondary genders (but with animals) dreamies are complete red flags. Dub-con. Everything is very dark romance related. Nothing here is for the weak. Everything is just pure filth. It gets progressively worse and worse. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Pet names such as ‘my pretty whore’ or ‘princess’ — minor hair pulling, Fingering (female receiving). Creampie, cumming inside / no protection please use a condom.
— Notes: I APOLOGISE FOR TAKING SO LONG. BUT HERE IT IS. MORE FREQUENT UPDATES COMING UP.
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One thing you love about yourself is that your work basically shapes your entire routine. You love walking inside your laboratory seeing the animals in the tanks you have to take care of and examine. This included various important research that no one should know. It is highly top secret. A simple leak of what you collect samples from the sea or other animal biology from biomes and journals you keep could really be a mess for you.
Working on separating the two and three sides of the samples you have listed from the deep oceans all throughout different sights. You felt a hand approaching behind you quickly.
The man taps your shoulders when you’re so busy working with the test tubes. “Hey Y/n mind giving me—” you jump and turn around with a fright.
“Seriously Johnny! I told you not to sneak up on me like this. Especially when I’m working with these highly reactive test tubes.” You scowled at your coworker, Johnny Suh. He was one of your friends and coworkers. Wearing a white cloak and round black glasses on.
He was a handsome fella. Very charming and handsome you have to admit it. Johnny can be professional but he could also be quite a mood maker in such a serious profession.
Laughing at your unusual behaviour, you’re never this jumpy when you are working but he probably assumes he scared you to death. “What got you so anxious Y/n? You never get scared when i do this.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. He swore he could see your own soul leave your body.
Truth be honest ever since that night with Ningning all you are thinking about how your entire life has been a lie. Sour Grape’s has taken your mind over. No. Mark has taken your entire mind off and away from your daily routines. Everyday you’re thinking about ‘How can this be possible?’ Humans coming from other animals and not just monkeys. It’s insane information. You shouldn’t be believing this but when Jaehyun said it’s a secret; it makes you think there must be some truth to it.
No one on earth would make up such a stupid fairytale on the spot.
If you weren’t a marine biologist with side degrees of zoology you’re just the type of person to not let this slide. You want to learn more.
You want to experience the truth. You want to see if it’s the truth if they actually are who they are setting themselves to be.
Letting out soft mumbles as you close off the testing tubes, afterwards putting the collective tubes in the stirring device. “I haven’t slept well for the past few days. Sorry if i seem like I’m on the edge.”
He gave you a soft smirk leaning on the side of the table while watching you. “Oh honey you seem like you’re more than on the edge. You’re off the edge.” Your eyes make eye contact after you were done with your tasks.
Your friend trails now questioning you as you’re looking at him with a soft look that made your thoughts even worse.
“What’s on your mind, Y/n?” Johnny asked with a small smile. You shake your head, you don’t want to share something so crazy. He might think you’re actually insane, or worse, he might even think you lost your entire marbles.
“Nothing serious, John. Let’s just finish up and go home. I’m tired.” You excused yourself from the conversation to finish up. The only thing you want to do today is figure out what to eat for dinner.
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Walking down the street to your favourite food truck, you decided to take your mind off whatever you were thinking for the past week or so.
You felt like your brain was just constantly going back to the same topic and it was draining truth be honest. What better way to distract yourself than to eat your favourite stir fry noddles?
Being a local customer the food truck owner gives you discounts nowadays because you were a customer for a long time. A regular at that.
“Hey I would like the usual.” You gave a smile at the owner who nodded seemingly being happy to seeing you drop by.
“I was beginning to think you’d never return, Y/n.” Said the truck owner and you gave a little smirk. “How could I not return? You make the best noodles.” Complimenting them they blushed and started making the noodles for you.
But then something flashed behind you at a fast pace. You didn’t even realise it until the figure stood overshadowed by their body remaining still as a statue.
Gawking at the menu on the side. Your eyes widen when you turned around with disbelief flashing over your lips and cheeks.
“Young man what would you like?” The owner interrupts your own lingering thoughts of shock. The voice, the sound of his breathing, everything else made you feel so small and in danger just by the presence alone of this man.
He looks back from the menu. “The original stir fry m’am.”
You did not realise you were literally staring Mark down in this moment until his face turned over to you and you quickly looked away biting your bottom lip, staring at your very own feet on the ground. You can’t believe it that Mark and you crossed paths when all you’ve been saying is how you’re going to distract yourself finally!
What was this coincidence? Fate? Destiny?
There was this expression on his face that falters when he finally acknowledges your existence. It’s like he met you before but he was trying to find out from where.
And then it hits him. You were the one with Jaehyun that one night.
The dark tone of voice strikes you like a knife behind your back if anything. “You’re that girl at the bar that one time.” Mark said to you, turning to look at you fully with his entire body now facing you.
You definitely caught the predator’s attention now with how easy you’re to read. God you hate being so readable like an open book — a very non interesting book at that.
You fake a smile, maybe if you just pretend you don’t know him he will give up speaking to you. “Oh no, I don’t attend bars. I’m… allergic to alcohol.” You cringe deep inside when you made up the most stupid excuse.
Really? Allergy? He didn’t even ask about your allergies.
Mark frowns which lead you to believe he wasn’t completely swayed by your own actions right now. You forget how much of animal instincts he must have by now. You can’t fool a tiger easily.
“You must’ve mixed me up with someone else.” You said quietly trying to make it seem more and more believable if you just keep talking.
Thankfully you were praying for your meal to arrive first beforehand he got his. The prayer was answered when you grab your plastic container smiling and thanking them. You literally dashed away but why try to run away?
Trying to out run one of the most dangerous cats you probably made the worst mistake to even show a hint of speed in your movements.
When you were to reach your destination to your car the same black towering figure stands over you. In front of you with a dark gaze.
You let out a mini gasp to be honest, you feel like your heart is being crushed by two large walls that keep on moving forward and forward until your heart and lungs collapse.
Mark sighs. “You know that I can hear your beating heart when you lie?” He said rather amused but also it was eerily like a reminiscing threat thrown at you. You stand there quivering, trembling even, and it made Mark so much more entertained than he thought he would be.
He took a step forward. The stir fry plastic box was shaking in very discreet manner in your hands. Each step he takes you took three steps backwards.
This was a new cat and mouse game you didn’t want to be playing with him at all.
“Y/n was it? Jaehyun mentioned you.” Mark said with a little more confidence now that he actually had you cornered. Now you cannot lie on the spot and try to run away from him.
It’s ridiculous. He looks and was human but in reality he’s not just entirely human is he? He’s a freaking tiger with probably the most define genetics. It’s crazy to you.
You mumble trying to get away still. There was just this instinct inside you to make excuses until you can’t anymore. “Sorry i have to go, i am extremely busy.”
Your heartbeat picked up again, Mark sighs pressing an arm around your body and now moved you to sit down at a bench in the scene. You flinch and he forced you to sit down in front of him with his dark eyes watching you. “Another lie. You must enjoy lying a lot don’t you?”
You look away. You’re watching anything but him. “What do you want from me? I swear I don’t… I don’t know anything.” You’re trying your best to make this situation just deescalate.
He grinned amused. “Well that’s also a lie.” He said sitting down next to you on the bench as your heart was racing incredibly fast. Mark thought you might die on the spot if you keep stressing yourself out.
You took a little breath when he sat down next to you which seemed a little less nerve wrecking.
Eventually your heart calmed down when the silence overtook you both. Mark makes a quick glance over at you again, and he continues to speak when he waited for your nerves to sort themselves out.
You sigh. “I didn’t know you liked this place.” You tried to make a conversation as well but you weren’t sure how well he will respond to it.
Heck you don’t know this guy at all.
“I like it. I’m a regular here.” Mark said with a smirk and he moves a bit closer to you now, he opens up his plastic box of stir fry and starts to eat it with the plastic fork you’d get at a restaurant or other food trucks.
You saw him eating and you slowly shift to open your stir fry. But to be honest you’re too scared to even eat in front of him. You’re trying to act normal though. So you take a piece and ate slowly your own food along with Mark. The man kept watching you even though he ate. But you’re avoiding to even acknowledge him so much.
“Y/n do i scare you?” He was quite blunt and upfront. You flinched when he mentions the exact words you’re feeling.
You awkwardly chuckle and put down the fork. “Is it that obvious?”
Mark scoffs a bit. “You didn’t try to hide it.” He leans away and ate some more, you felt a bit less scared and now more guilty. Now that you think about it he seems like a normal guy now.
“Sorry. What Jaehyun said to me that night at the bar messed with my brain.” You admit it, which made the man next to you smirk. “You know I’m human as well. But I do admit it was fun seeing you trembling.” There was a sense of eeriness in his words but at the same time you were watching him.
He admitted to you that watching you embarrass yourself in front of him was a thrilling show but you decided to just not respond to it.
You didn’t even know what to say back anyways.
“So… are you actually…” your voice trails off unable to think of how to say this. How do you even phrase this?
Mark saw your expression like it was the most readable thing he has ever laid eyes on. He leans forward putting the plastic box down. “Part Tiger?” He spoke those words right out of your throat. You bite your inner cheek nodding.
“Is it true?” You asked with your eyes widen.
He grinned and stands up, putting hands in the front jean pockets he then turns around to you rather amused by your curiosity.
Has no one ever told you that curiosity killed the cat? You’re like a small, tiny cat who can’t keep their nose out of something that wasn’t their business.
It felt rather authentic for you though. Most people are just nosey but you seem to be curious because you want to discover something new.
And that is exactly what Mark likes about you. Your intentions are something he hasn’t seen before. Leaning forward he writes something on the paper and passed it to you, with the same hand you saw the large metal ring with the tiger engraved on it. Grabbing the piece of paper you look cautiously from the paper towards Mark’s dark gaze.
“When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.” He said to you simply.
Just like a tiger he caught you by surprise with how sharp his tone of voice was full of silky seriousness. And then he disappeared into thin air as well. You only looked away for a second just for Mark to be gone in front of you.
Leaving you questioning if you should take the bait and go to his apartment even though that sounds like some kind of messed up plan.
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For once you were dreading the sun setting. Getting out of your car you look back at the paper in your hand and then your eyes fall back on the complex building in the front.
The address that brought you to this place makes you both anxious and excited. You have many running thoughts on your journey going inside. Every single muscle contraction meant you were growing close and closer to danger.
Slipping your hand over the doorknob you didn’t even knock, the door opened up with the man revealing in front of you.
Mark heard you from a mile away. He knew you’d come and he was right when you stood in front of him with a stunned look.
You really do make him feel like he’s hunting you down.
“Come on in Y/n, I don’t bite.” Mark smirked seeing your hesitation as your eyes peek inside the apartment before your whole body walks in. Mark closed the door after you fully enter.
There was a lack of trust between you two but for some you are wanting to trust this man. You don’t know why but you know one thing for sure; he has bland furniture. All neutral colours and very modern in his apartment.
You tread carefully and put your purse bag down on the couch nearby as you stand in middle of his apartment. Your gaze follows where Mark was on the wall leaning one side of his shoulders on it, the muscular arms crossed together and the lower body curved towards the right side.
Breathing hitching you feel it becoming a round ball in your throat. “So Mark will you admit that what I know is true?”
You came for the truth only. But to Mark he wanted more from you than just to give you a simple truth. He wanted to take a taste of something much better than any truth could provide him or to you.
The body slips off the wall approaching you slowly while his gaze was rather intense and playful while watching you.
“I don’t think I can prove anything verbally to you.” Mark whispers gaining a closer look at your face and the natural scent of your body blending in with the morning coffee you drank as well as your floral perfume; creating this intoxicating sensation in the nasal passages. Mark could crawl to you just by the smell of your own skin.
Hands slowly moving to your waist pulling you closer by an inch your feet trotting forward in little steps towards his body. “But I can show you how a tiger has it’s fun?” He smirks brushing the hot breath escaping from his mouth down to your neckline, while his large eyes are watching you keenly to see your reaction for approval.
Goosebumps evoked on your skin when the tiniest touch of his fingers kneading on your waist bringing you closer to him made you fall into this trance; a trap in other words you’re not escaping a primal animal’s desire at all.
He lifts his head only a little, waiting for your lips to give him consent or a sign of any sorts. But you seemed to stunned and even timid.
The reasoning of you coming to his apartment wasn’t to sleep with him. But the idea of sleeping with someone as magnetic and attractive as him clouds your judgemental. You’re a smart woman you know that and even Mark knows it; you know your stuff. But you certainly look tempted by the invitation.
The only thing you could think about was how badly you want to kiss his lips in that moment. Swiftly you press your hands up to his jawline and pull him in with a sudden kiss when your decision was made finally. Your sudden lips and the taste of them lingering in the air stunned the tiger but you soon felt his hands clawing at your hips lifting you up with his arm muscles — bringing forward your body against a nearby wall as your mouths clashed like two boulders in action. Fighting for something you would like to say is survival; survival of the fittest.
Grunting at the smallest thing, Mark enjoyed hearing them a lot, even the clawing he did down your back and to cup your round ass made you grind up against his body in a friction. Your reactions were what made Mark’s instincts going up the roof. The inner animal was raging from just how much you do this to him. You look ethereal and vulnerable.
Your tongues are tied like a knot together constantly trying to go back and forth only to end up pushing and pulsing instead. Your hair was a mess from just the heated makeout with the man who did not show you a signal mercy.
Running your hands through his hair was probably the most difficult thing for him. Mark’s sensitive area was always his hair and head in general.
You wonder if it’s because tigers in general have sensitive ears; in fact all cats have that trait. It just made your mind run free whenever your fingers cross over his hair. He always lets out soft noises between the heavy parting kisses with your red feverous mouth.
Deciding that the wall won’t be enough for him or for you in that matter. Mark lifted you again this time turning only a small swift left to the bedroom the door opens enough to keep you in and throw you on top of his bed. Watching your body sink on the mattress wasn’t as satisfying as your arms pulling him on top with your lips connecting again for another passionate kiss.
Your voice sounds like music to his ears, Mark could never get tired of hearing your own heart racing and pounding against your chest either. It might be his favourite sound afterall this time.
“Fuck — Mark, hold on.” You adjust yourself on the bed when his hands slipped over your shirt unbuttoned it down along with your lowering clothing slipping it to your ankles. Mark did not know a single vocabulary word about slowing down. He was an animal. Animals don’t wait they just do whatever they want. Whenever it suits them. Your words were pointless to Mark.
He gave you a look when your hands press on his biceps. You needed a moment to calm your heart otherwise you would feel like this whole moment will not be savoured enough.
Leaning in he gave you a gentle peck instead on your lips. Mark tried to slow down to your liking. Holding himself back was hard when you look like this in your underwear and bra only. With your skin on skin contact too.
“Please.” You whisper. “You really don’t hold back.” You chuckled a little bit. Mark grinned softly at your reaction.
Humming he slowly took off his shirt. “Didn’t Jaehyun already tell you?” He sighs and your gaze looks up at Mark when he mentioned another name. “I don’t settle down for anyone.” Mark mumbles connecting back to your close body again when the shirt fell down on the bedroom floor.
He doesn’t settle for anyone so there is no reason for Mark to slow down for anyone. Mark goes fast for everyone and everything.
Your eyes are glued together as one. Your heart skips a beat when Mark was simply staring at you but it felt like he was chasing you across the jungle if anything.
Seeing your stare he had a feeling you might be thinking about your second options. Mark pressed forward to you.
“You still have the option to leave sweetheart, because I won’t give you this choice afterwards anymore.” He slants his fingers down your forearms and your eyes lift up staring into his own deadly irises.
You breathily sigh. “No I don’t want to leave.” You tell him with a determined look and you press your lips on the side of his neck kissing down to his defined collarbones.
Mark chuckled at your amusing response. You don’t want to run away yet you’re the one who told him to slow down?
“Alright. Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen next.” Mark’s voice was dark and low, everything that had been attracting you to him all along. You couldn’t wait until Mark kissed you again, you’re craving for more and more.
You don’t even know what you’re craving; is it the dangerous thrill? Or is it the fact that there was this biological element that keeps your hormones growing more complex.
Whatever it was your thoughts shatter down like a glass on the ground shredded to pieces creating a map of what you’d call your scattering thoughts. The heat forming underneath the pawing motions of the hands threading your body like a needle, grabbing your perky breasts. Hearing out your grasps and manhandling you into the mattress to a position of what his desires are. You’re nothing more than a rag doll. In this scenario you didn’t know what else to think. You were caving for more.
Escaping grasps when the rough grain fingers rub down to your revealing womanhood. His yellow-ish sharp eyes glow by the excessive amount of excitement. Your insides were much mild to his fingers. But they manage to heat your insides up so much faster. When he pumps them up and down your eyes were trying to squeeze shut.
Mark didn’t want to look away from your precious eyes when he was pumping his fingers inside your pussy walls. He wanted to watch you cry out. To him if you weren’t shouting to the top of your lungs then he did not do a good job. And Mark values his ego and pride of pleasuring women he takes to bed. You need to have a good time, your pleasure means so much more than his own.
And that’s the type of man Mark is. He focuses on you as much as he can. There was a sense of addiction towards you. Mark loved smelling your increasing scent on his bedsheets that you’re sprawled across looking like a desperate prey begging for mercy, but deep down you want so much more. With those aching teary eyes Mark knew you were close to a climax.
But did his hands stop? No. Mark didn’t care if you’re close to cumming. Mark will make you cum thrice if he wants too.
By the next few minutes you’re not sure what’s happened but your mind was fogging out between the lines. The bed sheets were leaking by your juices and Mark’s hand and your pussy were only an inch away from one another. His fingers were so deeply embedded inside of you it’s causing your voice to come out like a strain meld.
“Oh fuck… fuck… Mark I think I came already.” You said the obvious not knowing that was his intention all along. To make you release so much you’re starting to lose train of consciousness.
The tiger smirks fondly by your answer. Mark stretching your pussy out so much just so you can be able to fit him later on.
Pulling out his fingers out of your hole he licks them across his plum lips while gaze on your eyes. There was not much space between you two; your breathes are touching.
“You taste so sweet, Y/n.” Mark deems it. Pulling apart the boxers fell on the bedroom floor and he pulled your ankles down so your legs are spread round the hips.
You’re gawking at the sight of his thick glory shown towards your face. You’re not sure what else to say because your expression said it all.
Mark sultry chuckles watching you was seriously amusing. You don’t try to hide your expression with your widen little eyes. “What is it? Did i leave you speechless already?”
Though it sounds cocky. Which it probably was. Mark had a good reasoning to sound like a complete womanising douche.
He was thick. Thicker than anything you’ve seen before. You’re unsure what to say but you cannot argue with him either. He did leave you speechless. It was embarrassing for you.
Mark took your token of silence so he leans his face closer to give you a peck on your lips. He whispers down to your shoulders aligning his face with it. In a way this was to comfort you.
“Don’t worry Y/n. We aren’t finished just yet.” Breathily into your skin Mark buried the nose on the collarbone as the shape of Mark enters your pussy walls this time it was stretched with a slight burning angle that caused your whole body to tremble by itself. Holding on to the bedsheets underneath your body you feel like you’re floating by how just the tip touching at your velvety skin you’re reacting so much to it. This wasn’t usual. You’ve not experienced something like that before.
It’s nothing like the previous times you’ve slept with a guy before. It’s nothing like that.
In this case it feels like you’re fighting for your life but at the same time you’re submitting to yourself knowing Mark was the powerful one here. The one in charge of the moment. The variable that will never change is Mark. In a sick twisted way you like this. You like becoming the prey. The way you’re underneath Mark as he is thrusting you like a wild in-domestic beast, it’s what you’ve been craving all this time. The thrill of it.
For once you’ve forgotten all about biology. You’ve became it instead. Maybe you’re starting to finally understand how it feels to be stepped on by someone stronger than you. For once in your life that is.
Mark couldn’t get enough of you however. It’s the way your dark hair is floating like strands of ribbons on his bed sheets that smell of you now. He knew that once you are finished it is mostly likely to return to normal life. You’ll probably never hear from him. Or he might never hear from you on that matter — but those bed sheets will have your lingering smell and he doesn’t think he will change them for a while. You’re addictive. Strangely Mark has never been this compatible before with just anyone.
It’s crazy how a simple “come to my apartment” leads to you actually having sex later on. But you didn’t care how easy it seemed. You were enjoying it far too much to worry about the consequences. Mark was far too lost between the creeks of your neckline and the collarbones, his thinly pressed tongue sucks across your beautiful canvas. Your moans are starting to resemble poetry to his ears. As if you were all he wants to listen to on hours end.
The tiger felt every inch of your insides clenching with awe around his shape. It was the way you wrap around so easily. Your arms do the same thing. They wrap around his body and cling onto him forever. Mark wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your eyes only part ajar like a door does only to see yellowish sparkles of phenomenal beauty spreading across the bedroom. Widening at the sight you felt like you’re hallucinating. But when you’ve looked at the man above you thrusting you seen exactly a pair of two golden Iris’ staring down at you with nothing behind those eyes but lust.
It felt as if every muscle in his body extended to his original position when Mark grunts the bottom lip pierced to his fangs. “Oh yes, keeping looking at me like that. Such a pretty whore you are.”
Cheeks grows out in awe when Mark brushed over his fingers into your hair only to press you even more into the mattress digging his clock so deep in your insides you’ve lost knowledge of how far you could last. By now it’s been far too long. Your body’s overdrive is now overheating like a computer would — yet Mark shows no sign of slowing.
Even the way his voice stood still like the sea breeze. You’re at a loss of words.
Pulling at your hair slightly Mark decided to make you sit up a little so he could rearrange the speed of his thrusts to become quicker and sharper. Which only made you gasp audibly loud when you’re held in this position for so long. Your brain begins to fog once again.
Mark groans besides your shoulders, carving his teeth marks all over your body. You’re starting to look like a butchered meat eaten alive by him.
His eyes shift close. “Fuck… that’s it… now take it all Y/n.” You’re starting to see some slowing down when Mark unleashed the folds between your pussy walls. You’re starting to give up the moment Mark leaves you to the brim; looking full and plum like he wanted you in the state.
Eutrophic state of being overdriven by an animal, was all you’re able to process.
Breathing heavily into your skin you’re closing your eyes only a little, but everytime you do that you wanted to drift off to sleep. Eventually you’re wondering if you are asleep because all you see is black with a faded out voice I’m the background calling your name all over again.
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By the morning you’re awaken by your own fine reflection of how much your body actually endured last night.
Your lips part away staring at the front. Teeth marks scattering from top to bottom. You look like a whole different person compared to when you stepped a foot into this apartment.
Your eyes dart around the bedroom putting on your clothes that were left on the floor. You had to make yourself presentable at least once in your life because right now — you feel and look completely out of place. Brushing your hands into your hair messily brushing it out any knots. Then you open the bedroom door and step out. You’re met with a smell of eggs frying in a pan.
Following the scent you’re now approaching the shoulders of a man. Short sleeve tight shirt on flexing out muscles while wearing an apron. You’re filled with some form of happiness when you see that food is being cooked.
You mumble with a groaning stomach already. “Morning. What are you cooking?”
The man turned around with a little smirk seeing you’re already dressed and awake. Mark was expecting you to be knocked out a little longer. At first he thought you died on him last night. You’ve suddenly out of nowhere blanked out. But it turns out you were due in need of much sleep.
Mark pressed the eggs out of the pan and onto the plates. Your eyes following where his muscular arms extend out the plate towards you. You took a seat down on the chair by the kitchen aisle counter. He pressed a smile.
“Eggs and some toast. It’s the best I can do.” Mark announces.
You smiled and grabbed a fork. “It’s fine I’d eat anything anyone makes me.” You wish you could’ve shut your mouth when you said that though, because you maybe held your expectations high for Mark. He cannot cook eggs for the love of God.
The smile drops on your face instantly and you clear your voice a little when you’re sending a gaze back at Mark. You take a bite of the half burnt — nearly black at the bottom scrambled eggs. How do you burn eggs? You’ve got no possible human explanation for this sorcery.
For someone who is made to be a perfect stone with no hard edges; Mark can’t cook.
You might of found Mark’s first flaw.
You trail off mumbling. “Maybe I should cook next time?” Nonetheless you eat it all without a complaint. But you had to jokingly point o it out to Mark. You’re an honest woman. You couldn’t lie to him. It might feed his delusional ego.
Mark scoffs a little and chuckles at the end. “Good idea, Y/n. I can handle the other eggs.” You nearly choked on your chewing. But before you could say anything to him he was walking out of the kitchen area with that giddy smirk on his face as if he’s proud for saying something as outrageous as that.
“I’ll be in the shower!” Mark announces without a care that you’re probably as red as an apple.
You shake your head in disbelief and trail off a little laugh. You have a feeling this might weirdly be the most calming morning you’ve had. You go back to eating your scrambled egg wondering what else you will expect…
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prodbymaui · 1 year
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Dinner Served
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hmm, I got a really big problem
PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader
GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)
WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words
SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.
A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!
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A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.
''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.
''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''
Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.
Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.
Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.
''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.
''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''
''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.
''Have you found it?''
''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.
He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''
''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.
Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.
Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.
You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.
Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.
The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.
Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.
But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?
Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.
Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.
It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.
The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.
''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.
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springseasonie · 1 year
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Hate me more | LMH (M)
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Enemies to lovers, Camp counselors Mark x Fem reader
Summary: You really dislike Mark and you're pretty sure he dislikes you too. Ever since he came to the camp last year, he's been nothing short of a headache to you. And now you're forced to work with him this summer, and his mission is clearly to piss you off.
Warnings: sexual content, heavy dubcon/cnc themes, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), kissing (shocker), Mark is annoying, so is the reader tbh, may be errors even though proof read
Word count: 7,7k
Song recs: kiss by NCT dojaejung (this is my way of promoting the unit go stream)
A/N: I was gonna write something for the release of golden hour but this took a bit longer than expected 😭 10 days later an I finally finished it lmao please give feedback if you want it's always appreciated
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"Okay kiddos make sure you have all your things before we go back to the cabins okay?"
"Yes Ms. Y/N!"
You gave them a thumbs up as you leaned on a tree, waiting for all the kids to pack up. This was your life every summer for the past 4 years. Being a camp counselor was a lot of work the first time, but by the end of the summer, you had to come back. You loved your kids and they loved you. The staff was always so welcoming and nice. That was true until Mark started the third summer.
He was such an asshole. All the other female counselors gushed over him and his looks. He was constantly flirting with everyone, using his looks and charisma to get himself out of shit. It annoyed you, and Mark instantly took notice. He would side eye you all the time and talk about you as if you weren't friends with everyone else. He didn't really care though, he enjoyed being confronted by you every time he got "caught." Mark found your anger funny, never really taking you seriously.
And now you're paired to work with him this summer.
"Ms. Y/N, where is Mr. Mark? I need help getting something out a tree," one of the kids asked.
"That's a good question honey." You glanced around the area, looking over both shoulders to try and get a sign of him. And of course, he's nowhere to be found. "I don't see him around. We're just gonna have to wait for him okay?"
The little girl nods and runs back to her friends. Ten minutes go by and you start to get annoyed. This happened way more often than you would like to think. Mark disappears to do something or someone for way too long and you're left to take care of the kids by yourself. Sometimes, you almost think it's unbelievable how unreliable he is, sneaking away leaving you alone with 20 children in a forest. But then again, it's on brand for him.
5 more minutes went by and you start to get frustrated. You have no idea what he could be doing that's going to cause all of you to be late for dinner time. "Okay everyone please listen to me okay?" All the kids stop talking and turn to you. "I'm gonna go look for Mr. Mark, but I need all of you to sit in 5 rows of 4. Now." All the kids practically run to sit next to their friends and plop down on the floor.
"Good. None of you move or get up. If anything happens, scream at the top of your lungs okay? I'll be right back." All of the kids agreed as you turned to walk into the forest, going the way you last saw him.
"So fucking irresponsible," you muttered to yourself. "How the hell am I supposed to watch 20 kids by myself?"
You could still hear the kids, so you know you weren't too far away from the area or the trail. This wasn't new for you, always looking for him. It's only been a month since the both of you had to start working together, and he was already making shit hard for you. Mark liked to go hide somewhere. it was either to get away from you, the kids, or to get blown off by some staff member. You couldn't stand it.
"I mean seriously, can't he control himself for one fucking summer," you grumble. "Fucks everything that walks. What an ass."
"Well I wouldn't say that."
Your body jumped violently suddenly hearing his voice next to you. You whipped your head in his direction seeing him sitting, leaning in a tree. Mark had his ear buds in and from where you were standing, you could still hear the music playing.
"Where the hell were you," you asked angrily.
Mark stood up and dusted his pants off as he walked to you. You crossed your eyes, eyeing him up and down. He was so smug about everything. He always looked like something was amusing to him, like there was always a joke to tell.
"Here," he said.
"Clearly. And how the hell do you even have a working phone out here. There is literally no service."
Mark shrugged, wrapping the ear buds around his phone and putting it in his back pocket. "I downloaded stuff before I came."
"Whatever, let's go," you said, rolling your eyes.
"Where are the kids," he asked you, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked.
"In the same place I left them. I had to come get you like you were a lost child. Stop leaving me with all these kids."
Mark smiled in amusement as he walked behind you. You didn't really notice, but you tend to stomp when you are angry. And fortunately for Mark, it wasn't annoying. He actually found it cute, but he wouldn't tell you that.
"Can we take a break? My legs hurt," he whined teasingly.
"Mark, stop playing games. We have 20 kids in the forest waiting for us to come back and the sun will start setting soon," you replied, sighing heavily.
"Oh please we'll be okay."
And at this moment, you've just about had it with him. You turned around, lips pursed at his nonchalant response. Mark stopped in his tracks, looking up at you as you stood on the top of the small hill. "You have one more time to piss me off or I will report you. I'm not joking."
Mark's amused expression washed away as you turned around and kept walking. For the rest of the walk back, he said nothing. Soon enough, the both of you got back to the kids who were still sitting and chatting.
You sighed, groaning quietly. "I'm gonna do another headcount. You get that thing out of the tree."
"Why couldn't you just do it," he complained.
"Because- you know what, just get it out the tree."
You counted all of the kids, double and triple checking everyone and the area around you. Soon enough, Mark got the toy that was stuck in the tree out, and everyone was ready to leave. "Okay everyone you know the drill. Get your buddy and get in line. Mark, you'll watch the back."
"Didn't sound like a question," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I wasn't asking."
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"I swear to you I will kill him if I'm ever alone with him again."
"He's really not that bad," Somi said, taking another bite of her pancake.
"Please, bad is an understatement," you say as you sit down. "He fucking left me with 20 kids, and then when we got back and I told him how dangerous that was, he says 'but you handled it, right?'"
Somi laughs, clearly amused at your story. You give her a confused look, not understanding why she wasn't siding with you. "Y/N, anything he says makes you angry."
"That's not the point!" Somi stops laughing when she sees how upset you are. "He left me and 20 kids in the forest near sunset to sit on his ass and listen to music. Then got an attitude with me because I was telling him what do when he wanted to act like a fucking child. I'm tired of it, Somi. I've been dealing with this for a month."
"Shit, I didn't think it was that serious," she said, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly.
"We literally could've had a bear encounter or something. I don't want to keep taking responsibility for his shit," you say, sighing heavily. "Anyways, I'm done complaining. Let's just eat."
You went to bed last night still completely angry at what happened in the forest. Mark didn't say anything to you walking back, but your conversation once you got back to the main camp was nothing short of unpleasant. It consisted of all your usual unpleasantries with him. Mark didn't really seem to care much though. You hated that you always let him get a rise out of you once you said you weren't going to do it anymore. And at this point, you had to get to the bottom of it.
You looked around the dining hall trying to find Mark. You knew he was there, he always came late after roughhousing with the kids in his cabin. Searching around some more, you spot him in line getting food. "I see him."
"Please don't harass the man," Somi begged you.
"Too late." You got up and walked to him. You really needed all this bad energy between the both of you to disappear. You weren't too sure about him, but it made every day difficult and you couldn't deal with it all summer. "Hey buddy," you said, tapping his shoulder.
"Didn't know we were friends."
The fake smile immediately turned into a frown. "Our conversation from last night isn't finished."
Mark groaned quietly as you followed his pace in the line. "Why do you keep bothering me if you don't like me?"
"I'm not bothering you, I'm trying to figure out what your deal is," you whisper yell. You followed Mark to his usual seat with the other male counselors, taking a seat right next to him. You were too focused on him to notice the confused stares you got from everyone else.
"Um, hey Y/N," Haechan greeted you awkwardly. "Is this…your new spot?"
"I came to talk to your friend if you don't mind."
"She's crazy," Mark blurted out, making the table laugh.
You smacked him on the arm, making him turn to you with the brightest smile you've seen all summer. And for some reason this was the first time you looked at him without feeling pure irritation. He was actually pretty…cute?
You couldn't look directly in the eyes, fearing that the anger you felt all morning would go away. Instead of speaking, you got up and went back to the table with Somi.
"So..what happened," she questioned.
"Nothing."
"You don't seem too upset by it," Somi observed.
"What..what are you talking about," you said, trying to deflect.
"You can't fool me, you're terrible at lying," she laughed. Somi took another bit of her pancake, but stopped laughing, giving you a look as if she found out something. "Do you like him?"
"Keep your voice down! And don't eat with your mouth full, you look like a damn kid."
"Y/N, do you like him?"
"Of course not! I can't stand the man," you deny.
Somi squints her eyes and side eyes you, but says nothing. You know she doesn't believe you, but it doesn't really matter because either way, you don't like him. "Okay..just know that today is your day to clean the kitchen."
"I know," you said with a sigh.
"And his also," she reminded you.
"Goodness kill me now."
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You and Mark cleaned the dishes in the kitchen silently, not daring to say a word. There was an unspoken rule between the 2 of you at the moment, first person to speak surrenders to the other for the entire summer. You'll never surrender to him, no matter what it takes (that's what you want to believe anyway.) Mark had been stealing glances for about 30 minutes now, watching you clean meticulously and quietly. He always thought you were pretty, except for when you were being annoying that is. He always thought of himself as the bigger person, despite his childish nature, so he thought he should end this silent game sooner than expected.
"Did you get sleep," he asked.
"Why do you care?"
"I can't be concerned about my friend," he said. Mark chuckled softly when you sucked your teeth.
"Why do you insist on pissing me off," you say, turning to him. "Like I really don't understand why you don't like me. Since you came here last year, I've been nothing short of annoyed with you."
"It's never been my intention, but I just happen to strike those emotions in some women."
"What the fuck does that mean?" You put down the dirty dishes, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a brow raised.
"It means," he replied, turning to you, "that the more women are attracted to me, the less they like me."
You scoffed, getting back to cleaning the dishes. "You wish. You're out of your fucking mind."
"If I'm crazy, then what exactly was that earlier," he asked. You didn't know, but Mark definitely noticed how you backed off of him during breakfast. The way your expression changed, how quick you got up. It almost seemed like you were running from something, and he knew exactly what it was. "I know you like me."
"I don't like you. I just didn't want to talk to you in front of all your friends. They were laughing at me, so I left," you explained. Mark took two steps to you, his body ending up close to yours. You backed up a bit, not understanding why he was close to you, but he followed you again. "What are you doing?"
"Testing something out," he said simply.
"Look I don't know what you're testing but I'm busy. " Just as you moved away from him, he placed his arms beside you, trapping you under him. The both of you have never been this close before. Sure there were times where he had to catch you or hold you for activities in the forest, but there was nothing like this. This was close. This was personal.
"What are you doing," you asked, shock written all over your face.
"Standing here." Mark's lips curled into a smirk as his eyelids dropped once glancing at your lips. "You're pretty."
"Thank you but I really need to-"
"You know," he started,"you never told me what you wanted to talk about before you left the table."
You sighed, making a dramatic pained expression. "Mark, please. Can you back up?"
"No."
You looked up at him, surprised that his face was closer than before. One more move and your lips would've probably touched his. 'Why am I even thinking about that right now,' you thought to yourself.
"I know you wanna kiss me," he said almost in a whisper. Mark chuckled softly seeing the frazzled look on your face. You were so easy to read, always saying you didn't like him knowing damn well you wanted him. He just wanted to make you say it. He wanted to break your prideful attitude down and make you beg for him.
"You are saying insane things right now." You couldn't even look him in the eye, too afraid you would melt under his body. He was too close. You couldn't control your heart beat or your whirling mind. 'Maybe kissing him wouldn't be so bad,' you thought to yourself, but pushed the thought to the back of your head.
"But you didn't say I was wrong," he said, leaning into your neck.
"Mark, seriously." The slight whine in your voice made you want to run and hide from everyone. You felt like you were going to collapse into his hands the closer he got. His voice was so soft, but his presence was still so dominating. It was almost too much for you to bear.
"What would you do if I kissed you right now," he whispered in your ear, a smile on his face. "Would you push me away, take it and get mad, or maybe give me another one?"
You could barely look at him, let alone speak. You had no idea how to respond to him. You didn't even know if you were supposed to. But what you did know is that if he made one more move or said anything else, you would most likely lose your mind. "Mark, it's too early in the morning for this," you said practically begging him to stop.
Mark released his hand from the counter, placing it on your waist. His grip was firm as he pressed you against the counter more, body so close his leg was between yours. "You're not even trying to run at this point. You little liar."
"Mark..what if someone comes in here?"
"Let them. Why do you care? Are you scared," he teased. Mark kissed the spot behind your ear softly, making you gasp. Your body tensed up in his hand, causing him to rub small circles in your waist in an attempt to comfort you. He kept missing down your neck, moving back up to kiss your jawline.
You stood there, still as a tree. Your eyes fluttered shut, taking in the feeling of his lips on your skin. At this rate there was no point in fighting it. He had already won like he did with everyone else. You felt Mark's hand leave your waist, grabbing your chin as he ran his finger down your bottom lip.
"If you want me to stop I will."
You shook your head unconsciously, brows slightly frowning at his words. You were desperate and he definitely knew from the way you were frozen and speechless.
"Good girl." Mark kissed you softly, but deeply. His hand slowly made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You dare to touch him, feeling like it was way too intimate. But before you could even pull away, he kissed you again, this time with even more sincerity. You didn't know why you had such a heavy feeling in your chest, but it did scare you a little bit.
"We have to finish all of this stuff in 15 minutes. You think we can make it," he asked on your lips.
"If you stop fast enough, maybe.."
Mark chuckled softly at your response, pulling away from you. He was clearly extremely turned on, but you were not the kind to help him with his problem, and he knew that. But that didn't stop his mind from drifting, thinking about how hot it would be if you dropped to your knees at this very moment.
"Wasn't that fun Y/N?"
"What are you talking about," you said, covering your face in embarrassment.
"Unwinding instead of having a stick up your ass," he jabbed.
You dropped your hands, scoffing at him. You shoved your way out of his arms, walking to the sink he was at previously. "Gosh, you're so annoying," you mumbled as you scrubbed the dirty plates.
"Yeah but you like it though."
"You wish."
"Proved my point."
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You and Mark haven't spoken since the kitchen fiasco. You said a couple of words to each other when it came to the kids, but nothing more than that. You couldn't even look at him, the shame filling your body once he came into your vision. But one thing was for sure- you definitely didn't hate him as much. You were still very confused. You didn't understand where all those feelings came from for Mark in the kitchen. Maybe your subconscious? It didn't really matter, you just wanted to make sense of everything.
"Okay everyone, tonight is movie night so we need to leave a little early okay," you announced.
Mark leaned on a tree silently watching you as you interacted with the kids. You didn't know that he had conflicting feelings as well. All the teasing and messing around turning into sexual tension was not what he hoped for. He just wanted to mess with you. He wasn't actually going to kiss you for real, but when he saw the desperate scrunch of your eyebrows, how could he resist himself? If it weren't for the kids, he would definitely have his way with you right on the ground, but nothing in his life ever works right.
Mark admired the way you were with them, always so nice and careful. You were careful with anything really, never wanting to come off as irresponsible or rude. But he never cared about any of that. He didn't care if people thought he was a prick or an ass, which is why you were so intriguing to him. He never got a chance to actually introduce himself to you before you can dislike him as easily as you did.
After 20 minutes of walking back to the main site, the sun had finally set and all the kids and counselors went back to their respective cabins before going to the lake for movie night.
"So you're telling me," Somi started,"after all these months of not liking him, he came onto you in the kitchen and you didn't refuse?"
"I know, I know it's humiliating," you grumbled putting on your shirt.
"Enemies to lovers. My favorite trope."
You let out a loud embarrassed groan listen to her words. "We only kissed twice. We didn't say anything to each other for the rest of the day," you added.
"Not even for your group," she questioned.
"Well of course we did, but very little. He was..so distant," you said. You slipped into your jean shorts and put your shoes back on quickly. "I'm gonna go make sure all the girls are ready." You got up and walked outside to see everyone playing around. Just as you were about to round up your cabin, you see Mark who's talking to some of his kids. You wanted to stop staring at him, but you couldn't. You gulped as he glanced at you, giving you a small wave. "I hate him," you muttered to yourself almost as if you were trying to convince yourself it was true.
You shake your head, attempting to push what happened out of the forefront of your mind, but it's hard to do that when he's walking up to you. You turn away from his direction, hastily gathering the girls from your cabin. Just as you were about to make your way to the lake, you were tapped on the shoulder. Turning around agonizingly slowly, you face him with a fake smile.
"Hi," you said awkwardly.
"Hey, so listen-"
"I can't talk right now, we're about to head to the lake," you interrupted.
"I know but-"
"Can't talk."
Mark sighed, looking down at his shoes. He knew you were difficult, but not like this. "Can we talk after the movie?"
"Talk..about what? There's nothing to talk about," you say dismissively.
Mark rolled his eyes, walking away from you. You looked behind yourself, watching him walk back with his hands in his pockets. All that you could hope for was him forgetting whatever conversation he wanted to have with you.
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Your cabin was the first to get to the lake while Mark's was the last like always. The movie started at 7, so thankfully for you, you could be left alone for 2 hours. You leaned against a tree as you watched the movie projected on the sheet quietly.
Unlike you, Mark was watching you silently, eyes never leaving your body as you stared at the screen. He knew you wanted nothing to do with him even after he kissed you, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He's never been in a situation like this before. Having to chase after you was starting to dampen his pride, but he liked it.
He watched as you whispered to Somi about something, not able to read your lips. Maybe he shouldn't have thought to follow you as you walked away from everyone, but getting to be alone with you came rare, so he had to take his chances.
"Hey, I'm gonna go back to the cabin. I forgot something," he whispered to Haechan.
"Okay, be quick though. I don't wanna be responsible for you," he replied.
Mark gave him a dry laugh and walked away, following you from behind. Mark picked up that you were going to your cabin after a few turns on the trail. The sun was starting to set, so he began to rationalize he weird actions to himself. "It's not weird that I'm following her," he muttered to himself quietly. "I'm just keeping her safe." It was surprising how you didn't notice anyone was following you. You were usually always attentive, but it seems that you were only that way with other people.
Soon enough, the both of you made it to your cabin. You went inside with a big sigh, letting the door slam behind you. Mark would be a kind person and knock on the doors but he wasn't all that kind, so scaring you is the option he went with. Mark quickly went up to the door, opening it quietly. Your back was turned as you rummaged through a bag for something, causing you to not hear his footsteps or the door creaking open.
"Boo!"
"Fuck," yelled, body jumping violently as you turned around. "Mark?"
"Surprise."
You scoffed rolling your eyes at his jazz hands motion. "You're not funny. Now get out, this is a girls cabin."
"I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to talk." He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as you went back to looking for whatever you were looking for.
"I really don't care, just leave," you said sternly.
Mark had enough of beating around the bush with you, the constant teasing, and asking dumb questions. He had to know why there was bad blood between you, especially after you let him kiss you that morning. "Why don't you like me?"
"You're kidding." You let out a dry laugh as you turned to face him. "I don't like you? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around."
"I'm just curious because since last year, you never gave me a chance, so I really want to know," he said, lifting his brows with a small smile.
"I want you to tell me why you don't like me first, then maybe I'll consider explaining myself to you."
Mark took small steps towards you, not being able to control the smirk on his face when you furrow your brows in confusion. "You're uptight and rude to me. And you never give me your attention unless it's to be rude with me, and I hate that that's the only way I get to talk to you. You only want to speak to me if it's to tell me how bad of a job I'm doing or how frustrating it is to be around me or work with me."
"That's not true, I-"
"I'm not done." You closed your mouth, intimidated by how commanding his voice was. "Then you go around and say to everyone how much you hate me. I know you complain to Somi and all the other counselors, and that's fine. But next time I would like to hear it from you directly."
"That I hate you?" You gave him a weird look, making him chuckle softly.
"Yes. Tell me that you hate me." He was walking closer to you slowly, arms now at his sides as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. Your arms were still crossed as you stood there, not allowing yourself to show how intimidating he was to you. Your face was calm, but your heart was beating faster with every step he took.
"I'm not telling you I hate you. Can I talk now," you asked.
"Go for it."
"You're fucking annoying and not helpful. You came into this camp last year and made all these friends and everyone liked you instantly. Everyone says you're funny and such a great guy but I have yet to see it. All you've done since you've been here was piss me off."
"You wanna know why," he said. He leaned down to your ear, a smile tugging at his lips. "Because you're pretty when you're angry."
"That's not funny," you said, looking away from him.
"I wasn't joking." Mark moved away from you, eyes going straight to your lips.
"Seriously mark, I don't care that you like to get me riled up, but yesterday was uncalled for. Do you have any idea…will you stop staring at me like that?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Mark could barely concentrate on what you were saying. Your expression, the way you spoke, how close the 2 of you were. All he wanted was to just kiss you and shut you up for the night. Mark could barely keep his hands off you, every bit of self restraint coursing through his veins.
You sighed trying to back up from him, but all you did was bump the edge of your bed making you fall back. You plopped on the thin mattress placing your hand behind you to stay balanced on the bed. Mark's gaze turned dangerous, staring at you as if you were prey.
"God you're so hot," he mumbled.
"Mark," you said, his name coming out a bit breathlessly.
Before you could finish your sentence, he pinned your body to the bed. You were dead silent as you watched his eyes move rapidly along your face and body. "Mark..we can't. We have to be back soon."
"Stop fighting it. Just say you want me," he mumbled quietly. He leaned into your neck, breath tickling your skin as you closed your eyes.
You shook your head, brows furrowing as you tried to push the feeling to the back of your head. But the only thing you can think about is how his hands are leaving your wrists as he moves them down your body. Your breath hitched when his fingertips brushed against the slightly exposed skin of your stomach. You didn't stop him as he lifted your shirt, hands attaching to waist firmly.
The both of you stayed silent, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of breathing and your old bed creaking at every movement he made. You watched him as he moved his hands lower, fingers resting on the button of your jean shorts. Mark looked at you for any signs of you wanting to stop, but all he saw was the desperation on your face.
You gulped watching him unbutton and unzip your shorts, lifting your hips as he tugged them off you. Mark took his shirt off, laying it next to your shorts. He hooked his fingers on your underwear, pulling them off you quickly. You let out a small yelp when he tugs you towards him, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he moves between your legs.
'Just get on with it,' was all you could think. You were way too eager to get him between your legs, and at this point, nothing was going to stop it. "Hurry up," you said, breaking the long silence.
Mark didn't say anything or look at you, all he did was smile as his face disappeared between your legs. A small gasp of please leaves your lips as he kitten licks your core. You close your eyes, letting your head fall back onto the mattress taking in every movement. He ran his hand up and down your leg, nails lightly scratching your skin making you shiver. Needing more friction, you begin to grind yourself on his tongue slowly, but he stops you with a hold on your hips.
"We're gonna do this nice and slow okay," he said.
"We can't, we have to get back soon."
"They'll be okay. There's more than enough people out there." Before you could say anything his mouth was back on your core, tongue pressing against your sensitive bud hard. Without thinking your hands made their way to his hair, fingers running through the blonde locks. Mark kept licking at you agonizingly slow, chuckling when you whined for more. He would speed up at moments, flicking his tongue against your clit faster just to tease you, then stop.
"Please," you begged breathlessly, "it feels like I'm being punished."
"I know," he mumbled.
You smacked him on the side of his head softly, making the male look up at you with a brow raised. "I fucking hate you."
Mark chuckled, removing one of his hands from your hip. He didn't take his eyes off of you as he slid two fingers into you, pumping them slowly. Mark watched as you basically fell apart in his hands, moans never stopped spilling from your lips. He began licking your clit, but faster, almost sending you over the edge.
"Shit, don't stop," you whined softly. You couldn't control your hips as you grinded against his fingers and tongue. Your jaw dropped when he fingered you faster. Gripping his hair, your hips moved on their own as you grinded faster. You were so close, your core pulsing on his fingers. "Fuck I'm gonna cum," you whined.
Your whines became louder, the pornographic sounds of your moaning, bed creaking, and sounds coming from Mark filling the empty cabin. This is one the many times you thanked God no one was around. Your eyes rolled back and body shuddered as your orgasm hit you like a truck making you mumble curses that not even Mark could make out. You let go of his hair, plopping back down on your mattress breathing heavily.
"I'm assuming that was the first time you came in a month?" Mark slid his fingers out of you slowly, wiping the digits on your sheets. He moved your leg off his shoulder, lifting himself from between your legs.
"Do you think I'm getting myself off after hiking and being around kids in this damn camp everyday," you asked, rolling your eyes at his statement.
"No. I think you're too uptight to do that," he said with a soft chuckle.
"It's crazy that you're still calling me uptight like I won't get up and leave."
Mark didn't respond to you, laughing softly to himself knowing you wouldn't move either way. He moved off the bed untying his sweats. You watched him as he let his clothes fall to the ground, eyeing his body. Not that you couldn't get it before, but now you see why he was a big deal to the other female counselors.
"Aren't we gonna use protection," you asked, gulping when he was back in front of you.
"I don't have any," he mumbled.
"You're so fucking ridiculous," you grumbled. "You're lucky I'm on birth control."
Mark could barely hear you with how eager he was to see you lose yourself for him. No amount of mean words or insults could turn him off in the moment, every word you spoke sounded like exactly what he needed to hear. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad." His lids dropped as he grabbed your ankles, pulling you closer to him.
"Don't tease, we don't have all night," you whined.
Mark couldn't take his eyes off you as he lined himself with you, slowly entering you with ease. You looked pretty under the light of the setting sun peering through the window. The light hit your eyes perfectly as they rolled back, soft moans leaving your lips at the same time. Mark thrusted into you slowly holding your waist firmly. He wanted to savor the moment, finally able to get you under him, because even though he had you now, he might not ever get you again. It was taking everything in him to not ram into you after every move not wanting it to end too quickly.
With the way he was looking at you you thought he was gonna eat you alive. And in all honesty you would let him. It was conflicting to you that all this pent up aggression towards him exploded into sex, but you were clearly not that conflicted. You would never tell him, but you had always been attracted to him and the kiss was just the tip of the iceberg.
He slid his hands up the back of your legs, pinning them to your chest as he thrusted into you faster. Your moans echoed in the empty cabin, not even thinking about if anyone could be near. "Feels so good," you moaned.
"Who's making you feel good?"
"Fuck..you are," you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you take in pleasure.
"Good girl," he cooed. Mark watched as you slipped your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit at the same place as his thrust. His fingers were constantly kneading your legs, leaving prints in your skin. "You're close aren't you baby?"
You nodded fast, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Kiss me.. please."
Mark didn't have to think twice. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss quite literally sticking his tongue down your throat. You sucked on the wet muscle, moaning loudly on his tongue every time he thrusted into you.
"Mark..fuck," you moaned softly. Mark took a hand off your leg, wrapping an arm on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. You kissed him again, moans and whimpers poured into his mouth.
Mark moaned softly against your lips as you squeezed around him, cumming on his length. You pulled away, your lewd sounds becoming louder as he didn't stop fucking you. Mark leaned down, kissing your neck messily as you clung onto his shoulder. Mark has never had this kind of passionate feeling with a person before. It was starting to feel like more than just a sexual attraction to him, maybe he did actually have feelings for you.
"Cum in me," you said cupping his face.
Mark looked at you, brows furrowing in uncertainty. "A-are you sure? I-"
"Please baby just cum for me," you mumbled, completely taken over by the pleasure spreading in your body. "Can you do that for me?"
"Anything for you," Mark breathed out. Your words went straight to his length, his pace speeding up as he felt himself closer to cumming.
Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling back as you felt another orgasm creeping up on you. "Y-you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.
With just a few more thrust, both you and Mark came at the same time, loud moans and groans filling the space. Mark's body went limp, laying on top of you with his face buried on the side of your neck. No one said anything for a minute, just laid there in each other's embrace trying to catch your breaths.
"I guess you don't hate me after all," Mark joked, breaking the silence.
"Only a little less."
Mark snickered as pulled himself out of you slowly. "Let's get you something to clean up with." He got up and pulled his boxers and pants on. You were sure it was because you just had sex with him, but the way you looked at him was different now. Before you were completely annoyed by his presence, but now even the little faces he made were endearing. Of course, Mark would never stop being an infuriating person to talk to but maybe you like talking to him. Maybe you liked being around him this whole time.
"If you want to go for round 2 just say it." Mark walked back to you with tissues, handing them to you with a smile. He chuckled softly when you gave him a frown for his comment. "Back to hating me I guess."
"I don't hate you Mark," you admit. The words felt unnatural to you, but they were the truth. You don't hate him, and you don't think you ever did.
"I'd like it if you did though," he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. "If what we just did considered hate fucking, please hate me more."
You rolled your eyes, tossing the dirty tissues in the trash bin across the room. "Who said it was gonna happen again?" Mark watched you closely as you shimmied back into your underwear and shorts. "What? Is there something on my face?"
"Yeah." He stood up, pulling you to him, making you gasp softly. Mark kissed you deeply, smiling against your lips when you kissed him back. "We should get back. I think we've been gone too long," he mumbled.
You nodded, kissing him one more time before he pulled away from you agonizingly slow. "Please don't be weird when we get back. I don't want to have to hate you again," you joked.
"Didn't I just tell you I want you to hate me more?"
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"What do you mean you fucked him last night," Somi whisper yelled.
"Yeah..I did..right on the bed you're sitting on."
"Ew ew ew." She shot up from your bed with a frown on her face, making you laugh loudly. "Seriously what is wrong with you, why didn't you say that before I sat down?"
"Thought your reaction would be funny, and it was," you'd aid giggling.
Somi looked at you with disgust on her face, dusting off her body. "Anyways…are you guys like..a thing now?"
"I don't know. I don't think so," you answered.
"Well do you wanna be a thing?"
"Well..I think I do," you admitted. "But I don't know him that well, you know. All I did was have sex with him. What if he doesn't want anything," you said.
"You want me to be honest?"
"Please do."
"I think you should go talk to him. Like right now," she suggested.
"Now? I don't even know if he's in his cabin," you stated.
"Just go. If he's not there, go back another time. You should talk to him while your feelings are still fresh," she suggested.
Somi was right. Even though you thought it was still a bit early to talk to him, you couldn't stop thinking about him all day and all night. Throughout the day, the both of you kept stealing glances, staring at each other but not saying a word. It's been hard trying to keep your bubbling feelings for him at bay, especially when you're working so close for the summer. But Somi was right, it wouldn't hurt to try.
You nodded, sighing softly. "You're right. I should go." You turned walking to the door, but when you opened it, Mark was standing there, hand up like he was about to knock.
"Oh," you said, surprised. "Hi."
"Hey," he said, looking everywhere but at you. "Can I, um, talk to you?"
"Uh, yeah. You wanna talk here or.."
"Just walk with me. Please?" You've never seen him so nervous or unsure before. It was kind of cute. You agreed, leaving the cabin and walking along the trail with Mark.
The first couple of minutes were silent. Neither one of you said anything. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of your feet on the dirt trial and the laughter of children from afar. But it wasn't an awkward kind of silence. It felt comfortable, he felt comfortable and warm.
"I really like you Y/N," he started. "And I know it might be weird for you, but I just felt like you had to hear it."
His words went straight to your heart, making it beat faster with every syllable. You blinked fast, not really knowing how to respond. You were afraid of coming into him too strongly, saying something that would scare him away, but you had to say something.
"I..like you too," you confessed. Your face was beginning to heat up, palms becoming clammy from the nervousness. You haven't been like this since middle school, all shy and nervous.
"So..where should we go from here?" Mark raised a brow and looked at you. You glanced at him quick enough to not want to run away from the situation all together. He grabbed your hand, making you pause mid step. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it at this point, and you were sure he could too.
"I, uh, I don't know," you stuttered.
Mark chuckled, clasping his fingers with yours. "I've never seen you so nervous."
"I'm not nervous." You don't know who exactly you were trying to prove that too, but it definitely wasn't him because as soon as you spoke he laughed.
"I think we should start over this summer," he said. "I think we should meet each other for the first time again."
You looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he started, turning to you. He stopped walking and tugged your hand to look at him. "I mean we should start again from a clean slate. I want to get to know you better on a good note, but only if you're willing."
You gulped looking down at your feet. You must've looked like a kid with the way mark was smiling down at you. "I..I would like that. I'd like that a lot actually." You looked at him, expression going from shy to worriedm. "I'm sorry for y'know being rude and everything."
Mark didn't say anything, allowing your words to linger for a moment before he leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was softer this time, more innocent. Mark pulled away with a small smile on his face. "You don't have to apologize to me for anything. I know I've been an ass, and I'm willing to make up for it."
It was hard to keep a smile off your face and stop yourself from blushing like a kid. "If we do this, will you stop talking to me once we're out of here," you asked.
"Y/N when I said I liked you I was serious. I don't want this to be a summer fling. I actually want to get to know you before I date you," he explained.
Your eyes went wide, completely flustered from his statement. "You want to date me?" Your heart fluttered repeating his words almost immediately, getting butterflies in your stomach. "But I've been so terrible to you and-"
"So? We like each other and we should explore that this summer."
You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. You let go of his hand and placed it on the back of his neck, kissing him. This was the first time you kissed him. And it felt good. It felt good knowing that you didn't have to keep trying to convince yourself you didn't like him, or that you were never attracted to him. You pulled away, eyes never leaving the man in front of you. You didn't know if this conversation would make a difference for the rest of the day or the rest of the summers, but if Mark was true to a hate he said, you could wait.
But if not, then maybe you just might hate him for real.
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127angelica · 8 months
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𝐋 . 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 — ❝ love to some point. ❞
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | an unexpected and untimely meeting with you, his ex-lover, on his birthday.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,781 words
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | happy birthday to the best mark to exist. a short and bittersweet happy birthday fic for him, because i love bittersweet.
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Mark had broke up with you a little over three months ago, which was why he wanted to slap himself when he called out to you. He recognized your familiar frame, and to his surprise you were staring at his birthday advertisement. And maybe it was out of habit:
“Hey,” Mark called out, and immediately regretted it because he had no idea what to do next.
You were smiling, happy to see that Mark was receiving love even despite ending yours. It wasn’t Mark’s fault it all ended. Everything good had one, and deep down you knew that you and him were never meant for forever. So it made no sense to hate him, you didn’t want to be the minority of the world anyway. You would continue to support him, silently in the background. He deserved that kind of thing even though he broke your heart.
Your smile faltered the slightest bit, recognizing that voice from anywhere. Honestly, you’re surprised he even said anything because this was public, out in the open for anyone to see. Mark wasn’t a bitter guy, but really who wanted to see their ex on their birthday?
“Hi,” You turned to smile at him and look back at the advertisement as he stood next to you with his hands tucked in his jean pockets.
You could tell he didn’t know what to say, he was awkward even. He stood tall, but awkwardly small like he didn’t want to take up anymore space that he already was. Compacting himself by tucking his arms in and tensing his shoulders.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, happy and shocked to see you smiling at the sight of him.
He didn’t know that you would take the break up so well, but he supposed that he wouldn’t know what to do if you were crying or angry at him. He was glad to see you doing well. You looked healthy, and you seemed happy even.
“I just got off work,” You kept your eyes on the advertisement rather than the real thing right in front of you.
“Oh.”
Mark watched as you scanned every detail of the advertisement his fans paid for that he hadn’t even glanced at because you were there. Gorgeously and beautifully, standing there in front of it. He wished that he could read your mind, his heart racing because he just didn’t know what was happening. Why were you smiling at it, but not him? He was right there. You turned and he thought you must have felt his burning gaze at your temple.
“Happy birthday.”
“What?” Mark blurted and blinked.
“It’s your birthday,” You laughed, and turned to the advertisement.
“Oh, yeah,” He nodded, finally looking at it but not for long because he wanted to savor this moment of you still looking at his face though it wasn’t directly at him. “It is my birthday.”
You started to read the advertisement, but Mark zoned out onto your glowing face. The way you smiled as you talked was so captivating, and it was almost like you two were back together or something. You always talked like that around him and he assumed it would change once you two were no longer together. You reminded him too much of the past, and you didn’t seem any different from when you were his. He began to wonder if he was dreaming.
“How have you been?” Mark once again blurted.
“Good,” You nodded, finally looking at him long enough for him to feel more relieved. “You?”
“Okay,” He thought that was the best answer considering he had just gone through a breakup.
“You look good,” You pointed to the advertisement. “I saw you on stage too, the other day. You did great.”
“You saw?” Mark rubbed his chin and he finally started to shyly smile.
“Of course!” You said it like it was obvious. “You’re famous.”
The banter continued for a few more fleeting minutes and Mark wondered how you could act so normally. This wasn’t how exes acted, did they? He supposed that you two were never the type to hate each other after simply breaking up anyway.
“Are you okay?” Mark began to ask weird questions.
“Yeah, why?” You had a perplexed look on your face.
“I mean,” He felt that it was awkward to ask because you were being so friendly. “We broke up, and I just wanted to know if you’re okay. Like you’re not sad or anything.”
You laughed at that, reaching out to pat his arm. Mark was always that kind of person to worry about others, to make sure they were okay and lifting their spirits up if they were down. Even on his own birthday where he should be happy all day long without a care in the world. It was something you loved about Mark.
“It’s your birthday! Why would you worry about that?” Suddenly you felt bad for appearing even if you didn’t intend to be in the same place at the same time, so you put on a more serious face. “I’m sorry for appearing out of the blue like this. I really didn’t mean to bump into you, I just… I was happy to see you receiving birthday wishes and love from everyone around the world. I wanted to put my share in by seeing it and I don’t know… sending a telepathic message I guess.”
“No! It was good seeing you,” Mark reached for your hand to comfort you.
It surprised him as much as calling for you did, but you didn’t pull your hand away and that made him feel better about his habitual movements. He reached his other hand around to enclose your hand. His eyes were sincere and gleaming. You didn’t know what exactly to feel, knowing that you two had shared a great love, but it was also over and done with. Was it so strange to be seeing each other like this? Especially because it was your first time talking since the break up.
“I’m… glad that you decided to stop and look at these,” Mark laughed awkwardly, tugging your hand gently. “I’m really thankful for you. And glad you don’t hate me.”
“There’s nothing to hate,” You teased, turning back to the advertisement. “Things don’t always work out, we both know that. I’m just happy that we got to love and that it was you. You’re amazing, and I wouldn’t change anything that has happened between us. We’re making good decisions, so don’t be so doubtful.”
“Ah,” Mark sighed, and his shoulders finally sunk, now only using one hand to warmly hold yours. “You always know what to say, Y/n.”
At that you just laughed, and Mark laughed with you. You supposed that you did, but you only ever said what you wanted Mark to hear, your true genuine feelings.
“I’m sorry we had to break up,” He ruined the perfect silence, but it was something he had to say too. “I really loved you, and I always thought it would be us in the end.”
“Don’t be sorry,” You nodded, letting his hand go, and he knew you were leaving soon. “I loved you too. Still do actually, I’ll forever be a Mark Lee fan now that I know so much about you. It’s still us in the end, just not like how it used to be.”
It left a bittersweet taste in Mark’s mouth and now he felt like he would be missing you forever with the way you were talking. He let out a sigh and smiled nonetheless. He tucked his hands in his pockets to replace the warmth that your hands provided. It was summer, and nights were humid and hot, but still he would have liked to feel your warmth.
“Yeah, I know,” Mark nodded, watching your every move.
“Don’t be so sad, birthday boy,” You reached out to fix his fringe so you could see his eyes. “Eat cake, drink, and do whatever you want. I better get going.”
“Wait,” Mark was desperate to get something from you for the last time, not wanting to let you go just yet. “Can I—Can we kiss for the last time?”
He watched your eyes widen a bit and freeze for a second to let what he said sink in. His heart raced a bit, nervous to hear you speak and he wondered just how desperate he was to be in your company to ask for something like that. He was just a fool. He added, so you could think about it a little more, “For my birthday.”
Without saying anything, you smiled and chuckled at his request after thinking it over a little bit. For the last time, Mark was asking you for a kiss, and on his birthday, how could you say no?
You brought your hands to his cheeks, softly running the pads of your thumbs across his skin, feeling the texture and warmth radiate from him as he let a quiet breath out to sink into your touch. You wondered if he had been longing for this, if you would be fueling his frustration with the breakup, but you wanted to make him happy. Give him a final gift before you leave.
You leaned in close, tilting your head a little so your noses wouldn’t bump. Mark moved his hands to your waist, awaiting the sweet kiss that was planted on the plumpness of his lips. It was short and sweet, but Mark enjoyed it thoroughly. Slowing the moment down in his head to savor it. It was a feeling he knew all too well and missed. For the last time, he got to experience it and for a while, he would long for it, but over time he would learn to live without it. He would be just fine.
“Happy birthday, Mark,” You said once more as you pulled away and looked into his eyes. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”
Mark looked through his eyelashes at you, noting how close you two were before he removed his hands and yours retracted too. “Yeah, of course.”
With that, you turned on your heel and waved once more before heading out on your way home. Mark watched your figure fade into the distance as he got the feeling of your lips lingering on his. He pursed them, wondering if it would keep your kiss permanently on his lips.
“Thank you!” He yelled out, catching your attention.
“Of course,” You shouted back. “I love you!”
He smiled at the words, thinking it was perhaps a bittersweet birthday gift from you because that was as good as it gets with an ex.
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Summary: You and Mark have some fun, but your puppy wants attention, too. Pairing: human!Mark x Golden Retriever Hybrid fem!reader x Samoyed!Jeno Tropes: hybrid au, established relationship au, poly au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: hybrids, language Smut Warnings: pet play, collar/leash, implied mxm, dom!Mark, sub!Jeno, switch!reader, clitoral stimulation, cunnilingus, dry humping Word Count: 607 Note: Happy birthday @raibebe I love you so much I know it's after midnight where you are BUT I GOT IT OUT STILL (I wanted to make this longer, but here we are)
Before You Interact
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“Is this what you wanted, pup?” You ask, tugging at his leash.
Jeno’s fluffy white ears droop slightly. Not a single thought is going through his head. The fact that you have a hold on his leash while your Mark, your human boyfriend, is happily marking up your neck.
“I-“ Jeno starts.
“Puppies don’t speak, do they?” Mark mumbles between kisses. The comment makes Jeno drop further into his headspace.
Mark’s hand tangles in your hair, gently brushing against your floppy blonde ears. All three of you love this power dynamic. Jeno admitted that he wanted not only Mark but you, too, to treat him like a proper puppy in the bedroom.  While you were a bit apprehensive at first, also being a puppy hybrid, you’re so happy you agreed to give it a try.
One of Mark’s hands drifts lower to start tugging at the hem of your shirt. For a moment, you think you’ll need to drop the handle of Jeno’s leash. Then, Mark’s hand, which is closest to your other boyfriend moves to take the leash in his hand. Mark sits you up and pulls you to turn around in his lap. Your back is pressed against his as he pulls your (Jeno’s) oversized shirt over your head, leaving you in only your underwear. 
He pulls away from kissing your throat and tugs Jeno’s leash, bringing him mere inches from your core. Mark moves his free hand over your panties and rubs small circles against your clit. You let out a small yip at the contact. Jeno’s eyes are dilated and glossy. He can smell your scent so close but can’t touch it until Mark allows him. All he can do is be a good puppy and wait. 
“Open.” He commands, an undertone of care still exists in his voice.
Jeno’s mouth opens immediately, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. 
“Good boy.” Mark comments with a slight chuckle. “You’re such a well-trained pup. Go on, you can have a taste now.”
Mark pulls his fingers away from you, and you let out a dissatisfied noise. Jeno’s face finally comes in contact with your covered core. Eliciting a broken moan from your lips. His nose presses against your clit, easily compensating for the moment you had no stimulation. His tongue laps over your covered heat as if it’s his last meal. His white ears flop lower on his head as you bury a hand in the hair between his ears. His tail is swishing subtly behind him.
“You’re doing so well, pup.” You sigh erotically. “Don’t you want to taste without the clothing in the way?”
Jeno nods as quickly as he can with your grip on his hair. Mark tugs at his leash, though. His collar lifts a little higher around his throat and pulls him away from your core.
“I don’t think so.” His voice is dark.
Jeno’s eyes are glossy and have a far-away look to them. He looks as though he may cry but also beg within the same breath. His lips are parted slightly, covered in his spit.
“Did the pup do something wrong, Markie?” You ask, slightly out of breath.
“Don’t you notice, darling?” Mark asks, pressing a small kiss into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “He still hasn’t stopped.”
Your eyes travel to where Mark’s eyes are fixated. Jeno’s clearly humping your other boyfriend’s leg. Your eyes dilate, and your scent sharpens with lust.
“We can’t have that, can we?” You say with faux compassion,  your blonde ears flopping when you tilt your head. “We need to train our puppy. Shall we get started, Markie?”
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writemekpop · 1 year
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Freak | Mark Lee
Summary: Mark wants you. He doesn’t give a damn about your boyfriend.
Genre: Cocky bad boy Mark, inspired by golden hour! 
Word Count: 0.5k
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Mark stood in front of you, one arm resting on the kitchen wall by your head. A tight black T shirt hugged his muscled frame.
He was staring at you, scowling. He looked like he hated you, but also like he wanted to eat you up.
You wanted to cringe away from his hungry eyes, but you stopped yourself. You couldn’t show any sign of weakness. You didn’t want to give Mark a way in.
Mark shifted towards you. He got close enough that the rough denim of his thighs rubbed against your bare ones.
You glanced at the kitchen door, ajar. The thought that anyone could walk in made your spine tingle.
Mark dropped his gaze, then lifted his eyes very slowly, lingering on your body.  
You gulped.
“Can I fuck you?” Mark said, brown eyes glinting with mischief.
You bit your lip. “I have a boyfriend.”
Mark sneered, pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. “I didn’t ask if you had a boyfriend. I asked if I could fuck you.”
Mark reached forwards and undid the top button of your blouse, making you gasp. Cool air tickled your exposed neck. You should have shoved his hands away, but his touch set your body on fire.
“Jaemin will be home any minute,” you whispered.
Mark smirked. “Nah, you’re lyin’.”  
Your heart skipped a beat.
It was true, your boyfriend Jaemin was out of town.
You swore you’d never cheat on him again, not after he walked in on you and Jeno last summer. Only, Mark, standing in front of you, with his playful lips and toned body, was getting harder to resist.
“I hate you,” you spat, sliding your body away.
Mark sneered. “You’re lyin’ again. I see the way you look at me at basketball.”
You ran to the door and flung it open, watching Mark’s face.
He was still leaning on the wall, hands in pockets, hanging his head.
He looked up. You swore you saw a flicker of hurt on his face when he realised you were leaving, but he quickly hid it in the hard twist of his mouth.
“This is why I don’t fuck good girls,” Mark muttered under his breath. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling.
You were stuck, frozen at door. One foot was out in the hall, the other in the room. You thought of your sweet, devoted Jaemin. You wanted to be faithful to him, but somehow, you couldn’t walk away. You’d got a taste of bad boys once, and now you were insatiable.
You took a deep breath. It was now or never.
You pushed the door shut, and slid the lock in place.
You turned around to face Mark.
You walked towards him, undid the rest of the buttons on your blouse, and flung it to the ground.  
Mark’s phone slid out of his hands, clattering onto the floor. He was staring at you, eyes wide.
It was your turn to smirk. “Who said I’m a good girl?”
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yakuly · 1 year
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Golden Hour | Mark Lee
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Pairing: Idol! MarkLee x NonIdol!FemaleReader
Words: 3.464
Warnings: VERY suggestive, mark calling reader "good girl", a basic mention of making out, and also insinuation of sex (if there's anything else, let me know:))
Summary: Mark release a new song, and wants to see his good girl reactions to it...
A.n: that's probably the 1.000.000 fic about golden hour you see through tumblr, but I just couldn't help myself. He's such a hottie calling cezienne good girl, it was my last straw! So I hope you enjoy this one too!
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Mark really values your opinion. Everytime he has a comeback, you are the first person out of the group to listen to it, and this time it wasn't different.
He's really excited for the release of "Golden Hour". When he produced with his friends, he got at home really excited because he felt it was "the" song, and you didn't doubted for a second.
But the thing is, Mark also have another reason to why he's so excited for you to listen to it, but he just couldn't say it. When writing, he thought about you and a specific line came up, and since then, he really wants to see your reaction.
He made you promise you wouldn't be listen to it until he got at home, and so you did. When he finally made it, it was clear as a day, how excited and energetic he was.
Mark made you sit at the couch, prepared the tv, and enjoyed the show. Unbeknownst to how he was sitting back at the couch to watch your reactions, you payed really good attention to the screen.
It was good. Like really good. It is undeniable that Mark is a hot guy, but seeing him at that music video, his low raspy voice, his attitude plus the guitar bass... It was too much to take it in. And then it came, hitting you hard...
"Ladies waited for me, good girl"
And he saw. He saw how your eyes got a little bit bigger, how you breath got stuck, and you moved a little bit in your spot. Once it ended, you took a deep breath and looked at him. Mark wore a smirk on his face, and you couldn't not focus on his lips. His lips that said those sinful words seconds ago.
"So?" He asked, leaning in closer to you, and once again your breath got stuck. Coughing a little bit, you smiled and thought about something nice that could match house you felt about it. "You are really something else, Mark Lee", you said leaning in to kiss him, but before you could, he didn't let you, making you pout a little.
"What part you liked the most?" He asked, his smirk getting wider. You almost rolled your eyes, but you really wanted to kiss him, so you said the first thing it came to mind: "when you call Ramsey"
Mark then laughed a little bit, but only because he saw you, but he wanted to hear from you. His hands went for your face, caressing you cheek, lingering it to your jaw, holding your face more firmly.
The action completely took you buy surprise, making you gasp. Lee lowered his voice, making it rasped like at the song, "are you sure baby?" Once he done talking, his thumb went to your lower lip, letting go gently. "I saw you, why don't you just say it?"
"You really need me to, right?" You look at him, almost annoyed from his antics, but in reality, aroused by it. He didn't need to answer you this time, so you just admited "fine, I liked when you said good girl"
Mark smile it was the last thing you saw before being completely engolfed buy him. His lips finally made into yours, in a needy yet sensual way. He was really into the moment, bringing your face closer to his, one of his hands in your hair, and the other one strongly squeezing your thigh.
"What a good girl" he pulled away for a second only to say that, and that's when you lost the whiling to control yourself. You then pushed him against the couch and pulling your own body on his laps. It's his turn to be eyes wide, and pure shock, but amousement. "Shit baby, if I knew you liked that I would had made the song a long ago" he said, smiling against your lips.
"If wanted to call me good girl this bad, you didn't had to make a song," you said after leaving kisses through his neck. You holder his face before continuing "all you had to do is say it"
Your lips couldn't stay a part for longer, and his hands definitely loved holding and grabbing your thighs and butt. Fact that you didn't complained at all, since it was helping you to move on his lap, feeling his jeans getting tight.
"Baby, you got a really big problem" you use his lyrics against him, after making his face get slightly apart from yours, griping his hair, making him moan.
Mark smirk for the ninth time that day, before getting up, and taking you by surprise, by taking you with him "Is my good girl going to help me?" He slaps hard your but, making you moan in his ears, gigling before saying "as long as you keep calling me like that, you can whatever you want".
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tyonfs · 2 years
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a series of white lies
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❝ he calls me ‘dude.’ i can’t date a guy whose term of endearment for me is the same one he uses for johnny suh. ❞
PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, high school au, best friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, underage drinking, honestly just a lot of fluff, johnny has a twin sister in this, mark drives with one hand on the steering wheel and i thought this deserved a separate warning, me fulfilling my mark lee gamer bf needs, fluffy kiss scenes, and mutual pining (but they think it’s unrequited love) ofc !!
SUMMARY ▸ in which it takes you six years to accept that you’re in love with mark lee. (it takes him one.)
PLAYLIST ▸ crush by lucian, tiffany day • falling for u by mxmtoon, peachy! • rising, rising - bassnectar remix by crywolf, bassnectar
WORD COUNT ▸ 10,514 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i was very much in my mark feels so i wrote this spontaneously !! this actually feels short to me idk why but 10k in 2 days ??? im fucking crazy.......... but im free. hope u guys like it <3 
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YOU WERE ELEVEN YEARS OLD WHEN YOU FIRST ACKNOWLEDGED MARK LEE’S EXISTENCE.
He was Johnny Suh’s best friend—stuck at the hip since they were preschoolers. You had seen him around the house when you went to play with Johnny’s twin sister, Jia, but you never paid him any attention. At the age of eleven, you and Jia could care less about boys; you just wanted to see who could braid each other’s hair the fastest and see if you could fit into her mom’s evening gowns without her noticing. (Spoiler: you couldn’t.)
Since you lived down the street, all you had to do was walk a few minutes to get to Jia’s house. Mark, on the other hand, always rode his bike. Your mother didn’t allow you to go over on weekdays, so you practically lived at Jia’s house on the weekends. Now, though, it was summer vacation, so you could do whatever you liked. Like it was any other Saturday morning, you walked over to Jia’s in the summer heat.
Today, however, no one answered the door.
You stood on their porch, feeling a little lost. You weren’t too early, were you? Someone always opened the door around this time, but you couldn’t even tell if the lights were on inside.
While you were worrying at your bottom lip, wondering if you should just go back home, Mark rode onto the driveway in his green bicycle. You immediately recognized him as Johnny’s friend, but you felt a little awkward because you had barely interacted with him before. The only time you had a proper conversation with Mark was when Johnny brought you all otter pops and you were overly-enthusiastic about explaining the best way to eat the icy treat.
“I don’t think they’re home,” Mark spoke up after you both stood at the door for a while like lost puppies. “Shoot! I remember; they were going to the zoo today.”
You recalled Jia saying something about that a few days ago. That probably explained the reason why there was no car in the driveway.
“What do we do now?” you asked, feeling a bit defeated.
You didn’t want to go home. You knew that you would just be bored and find yourself rewatching a show that you didn’t even like. Plus, there was something about walking back home shortly after you declared you were going to Jia’s house that felt shameful.
“Uh,” Mark started, rubbing the back of his neck. He uselessly supplied, “I don’t know. We just go home, I guess.”
“I don’t wanna go home.”
“What’re you gonna do then?” he asked, scrunching up his nose at how stubborn you sounded. “Can’t you just hang out with another friend?”
“I don’t know where they live.”
Silence.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but maybe part of you was waiting for him to offer his company. You didn’t know Mark Lee aside from being Johnny’s friend, but you did know a little bit about what they said about him at school. All the sixth grade girls had a crush on him, which was understandable considering Mark was very “first crush” material. Jia told you it was something about how considerate and nice he was to everyone—a trait that most sixth grade boys didn’t seem to have, apparently.
“Do you want a ride home then?” He gestured to his bike. “You’ll have to sit on the back, though.”
“Okay.”
You trusted Mark’s cycling abilities, but you didn’t trust your balance. You were rather scared of bicycles because you didn’t know how to ride one yourself. Naturally, Mark was surprised when you sat on the rack and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Sorry,” you apologized. “I’m a little scared. Jia tried to teach me how to ride a bike before, but I kept falling.”
Mark laughed in response, and you were taken aback. Was he laughing at your vulnerability? You were starting to get the feeling that all boys were the same. Even though everyone talked big about Mark being the sweetest thing ever, he was probably just a carbon copy of Johnny Suh. (You still held a grudge from when Johnny stole your pudding last year.)
“It’s okay,” he reassured. “I’ll go slowly so you don’t fall.”
“Thanks.”
He was being especially careful, and you were thankful for that. Mostly, you were scared that you were going to tip over the bicycle somehow and let the both of you fall. Your mother would definitely get mad at you if she found out that you injured Mark.
It just so happened that your parents were friends with Jia’s family and Mark’s family. Although you never really spoke to Mark much, your mothers called each other nearly every day. If your mother discovered that Mark gave you a ride home and you repaid him by crashing his bike, she would probably invite him inside for dinner.
You didn’t even want to imagine dinner with your parents and Mark Lee. That would’ve probably been the most awkward situation to be thrown into.
So, you steeled your core and dared not to sway from side-to-side. You were going to make it home in one piece without sabotaging Mark’s bike.
Your strategy seemed to work well because you both got to your house safely. You felt invincible just knowing that you were unscathed and you didn’t have to wear a helmet. When you got off the bike, Mark was already turning to leave. Then, he looked back over his shoulder at you and smiled shyly.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, knowing you both would try your luck going to Johnny and Jia’s place again the next day.
You waved to him. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No problem.” He pressed his foot down on the pedal. “That’s what friends are for.”
With that, Mark cycled off, leaving you staring blankly into the distance. You were just replaying what he said, trying to make sense of it.
You guys were friends?
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At the age of twelve, you grew a little closer to Mark.
Not close to the point of hanging out regularly, but Mark became your ride to Johnny and Jia’s occasionally. He would often offer you a ride if he stumbled upon you walking to their house. You graciously took his offer each time (partly because you hated being the last one there).
Being a middle schooler was weird, though. You didn’t really want to tell anyone about your random companionship with Mark. You were sure the girls would tease you about it incessantly, but it really wasn’t like that. It was safer if you just pretended like you had no relation to him.
“What color should I paint my nails?” Jia asked from where she was sitting on the floor, inspecting her long nails that she had just smeared with nail polish remover.
Ah, right. She was getting to that age, too, where she cared a lot about fashion and makeup.
A lot of the girls in your class were like that now. You weren’t going to lie and say you weren’t, but it was more of an interest reserved for your Pinterest boards. It wasn’t exactly like you owned any high fashion pieces that you could wear to middle school without getting dress-coded.
“Red,” you decided. “Christmas is coming up, so maybe you should do something that fits the holiday vibe.”
Jia gasped, like she had completely forgotten it was December. “You’re right! God, what would I ever do without you?” She shook her head as she fished for her red nail polish. “By the way, do you think Kim Doyoung from our math class likes you or something? I keep catching him staring at you.”
“What? No way.” Your cheeks heated up, but the thought of someone being romantically interested in you made you feel a little sick. You weren’t sure what to do with that information. “He’s probably just slacking off.”
“Let’s ask Johnny.”
“Huh? No!” you protested, but Jia was already getting up to pull her twin brother from his room.
He looked irritated with his sister as he begrudgingly followed Jia back to her room. Mark was right behind Johnny, as usual, looking awfully curious about whatever was going on. His lips curled into a lopsided smile as he watched Johnny and Jia bicker back and forth.
“You interrupted our game!” Johnny complained.
“I don’t see Mark complaining,” Jia fired back. “Come on, we just had a question for you. You’re friends with Kim Doyoung, right?”
“Uh, yeah, why?”
“Jia, shut up.” You covered your face with your hands and let out a whine. Your best friend just laughed at your misery.
“Oh?” Johnny smirked. “Does someone have a crush on—”
“No!” you exclaimed, horror all over your face at the mere suggestion. The three of them just laughed at you even more, but you had no idea what was so funny about such a horrifying situation. “I do not have a crush on Doyoung.”
“But we think he has a crush on her,” Jia clarified. “Do you know if he does?”
Johnny shrugged. “We don’t really talk about that kind of stuff.”
“What the hell?”
“Whoa.” Johnny’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Mom! Jia just swo—”
Jia slapped her hand over Johnny’s mouth to shut him up. The fear that flashed in her eyes was unmistakable, and you giggled a little upon seeing how desperate she was to not be told on. Jia had developed a bit of a cursing habit recently. You were surprised every time she did so, but she insisted that saying hell wasn’t as bad as saying fuck.
“Give it a rest!” Jia exclaimed. “I’ve heard you cuss, too, so I’ll just tell Mom the same thing.”
“Fine, fine,” Johnny caved, “but I really don’t know anything about Doyoung liking Y/N, so can Mark and I go back to playing Minecraft?”
Jia was persistent, though. You had to give her some credit for being so proactive about what she wanted to uncover about their friend.
“Mark,” she said, turning to the smaller boy, “do you know anything about who Doyoung likes?”
“Um… not really,” he answered. “We just talk about video games.”
“Ugh!” Frustrated, Jia walked back over to her nail polish station on the floor and plopped back down. “Boys are so boring!”
“We’re going back,” Johnny said. “Come on, Mark.”
You swore that Mark Lee met your eyes for the most peculiar second before he left. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you, but if you had been brave enough to admit it to yourself, you would’ve noticed the tips of his ears turning red.
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On your thirteenth birthday, Mark’s present for you made you wonder if he knew you better than even your closest friends.
Your parents threw you quite a large birthday, which was nice, in retrospect. It was something you could look back on when you were an adult, and you could feel happy that your parents put so much effort into making your day feel special.
However, right now, you felt absolutely crappy because Jia couldn’t show up.
Johnny was sent in her place, instead. Your face was void of amusement as her twin brother performed his own glamorous rendition of “Happy Birthday” in Jia’s place. Apparently, she had specifically requested him to sing for you in front of all the parents. Although it was supposed to be humiliating for him, you were feeling the embarrassment instead.
So, halfway into your own birthday party, you retreated to your room. Everyone was busy socializing, so you had some time to wallow in self-pity before you had to go back out to cut your cake.
While you were sulking on your bed, a knock came at your door. You assumed it was one of your parents trying to talk you into coming back out, so you offered a soft “come in.”
It was not your parents. It was Mark.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “It’s your birthday party. Shouldn’t you be celebrating with everyone?”
You hugged your knees to your chest and shook your head. “It doesn’t feel the same without Jia.”
Mark laughed a little. “You’re so stubborn when it comes to her. You were like this when she went to the zoo, too.”
Your cheeks heated up a little from embarrassment. You couldn’t believe Mark remembered that from two years ago. It wasn’t exactly the impression you wanted to leave on him, but only your childish qualities seemed to come out when he was around.
“Why are you here?” you asked him this time.
He paused for a moment, as if he himself forgot why he knocked on your door. Then, Mark’s eyes lit up and he held out a poorly-wrapped present that he had been hiding behind his back. You stifled your smile at the sight of the messy tape job and lopsided ribbon.
He grinned. “I got you a present!”
“Can I open it?”
“If you want—yeah.”
You unwrapped the gift wrap carefully, even though there was no salvaging its remains, and Mark watched you intently. You sat criss-cross on your bed and removed the wrapping until you were holding a photo album in your hands. A picture of you and Jia from when you were nine years old was on the cover, the both of you smiling with missing teeth and popsicle-stained lips.
Your lips parted in surprise as you flipped through the album, biting back a smile as you looked through all the pictures of you and Jia. There were some of Johnny and Mark with you guys sprinkled in there, too.
“Did you make this yourself?” you asked, surprised.
Mark nodded shyly. “I asked our parents for pictures and printed them out,” he said. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “I hope you like—”
“I love it,” you cut him off, still staring at the album. A bright smile crossed your face, and you leaned over to press a chaste kiss to Mark’s cheek. “Thank you, Mark.”
On your thirteenth birthday, you made Mark Lee the color of a tomato.  
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You were fourteen years old when you had your first kiss with Mark Lee.
The progression in your relationship with Mark was a bit of a jump from last year, you realized. You weren’t sure if it was because his family was being invited over more or if it was just convenient having so many classes with him, but he ended up hanging out with you in your room multiple days a week. You weren’t sure what to think of it at first, but soon it had become natural, like how it was for you to go over to Jia’s place.
He would often find himself laying on your bed, playing a random game on his phone that he would lose interest in after a few weeks. Two weeks ago, it was Cookie Run, and Mark was determined to get you hooked onto the game for a while. He convinced you to start an account with him, and neither Jia or Johnny could understand when the both of you started discussing the lore of the Cookie Kingdom.
“It’s GingerBrave,” Mark muttered when Johnny’s mother set a plate of cookies for the four to share.
“A lot of GingerBraves,” you replied with a frown. You took a bite of the cookie and sniffled. “He tastes so good.”
Jia stared at the two of you in disbelief. “You guys are such weirdos.”
If you thought middle school was weird, entering high school was even more strange. Everyone’s hormones were on the rise, and you saw couples getting together all around you. Slowly, you noticed conversations with your friend groups go from what anime you were currently watching to what boy you were currently crushing on.
Apparently, Rin Okumura wasn’t an acceptable answer anymore.
It was about halfway through your first year of high school when you felt like you had fallen so far behind. As your friends started actively pursuing the guys they liked, you were just waiting around for something to happen. There was no one that made your heart burst into a thousand pieces, which Jia claimed was the way she felt around Lee Jeno from her biology class. You realized you were absolutely inexperienced when Hwang Yeji announced her new boyfriend to the group.
“So, yeah,” she answered Jimin, who was pestering her for information, “he just asked me out last night, so I guess we’re dating now.”
You blinked. Was it really that easy? All you had to do was just ask someone and see if you could hit it off?
“Have you guys done anything yet?” Jia asked.
“It’s barely been a day!” Yeji exclaimed, but she burst into giggles when she seemed to recall a detail. “But… he did ask me out on a date this weekend, so we might kiss.”
Your table exploded at this. All the girls were giggling and teasing Yeji. Maybe your expectations were set far too high by shoujo anime, but you couldn’t understand how Yeji could fall for someone only a month after her last boyfriend. Your inexperience in the dating realm made you wonder if it was just a concept you’d only be able to grasp once you had experienced it.
“Y/N,” Kim Minjeong drawled, poking your shoulder. “How about you? Any cute guy you’ve had your eyes on?”
“Watch her have the hots for Jia’s brother,” Yoo Jimin teased, causing Jia to choke on her food.
“Ew!” you exclaimed. “Don’t even joke about that, Jimin!”
You shuddered at the thought of dating your best friend’s twin brother. In all fourteen years of your life, you had never indulged that idea—not even once. Not only was Johnny Suh off limits, but you just couldn’t see him as anything other than a (slightly annoying) big brother.
“Wait, then…” Jia started, pausing to clear her throat and point her fork in your direction, “how about Mark?”
“Mark Lee?” Kim Yerim chimed in. “He’s really cute.”
You seized up at the mention of his name. It wasn’t like you disliked Mark (in fact, you liked him a lot more than you did a few years ago), but you were suddenly embarrassed to be mentioned with him in this context. You suspected Jia felt weird about you two being “shipped” by your friends, too. You often felt like she had some expectation that your relationship with both Mark and Johnny was supposed to be platonic forever. Blurring the lines between your friendship meant sabotaging the group dynamic, and that was unacceptable.
You decided to laugh it off. “I can’t see Mark in a romantic way at all. He calls me ‘dude.’ I can’t date a guy whose term of endearment for me is the same one he uses for Johnny Suh.”
Jimin hummed in response. “Fair enough, but I’m still betting you guys are gonna kiss at some point.”
“Jimin!” you whined.
“I totally get that vibe, too.” Yeji had a lazy smirk on her face as she pressed you. “He’s definitely gonna be your first kiss, Y/N.” When she caught onto your exasperation, she added, “Come on! He’s not even that bad!”
You pointed out Jia’s grossed-out expression. “Look—even Jia thinks you’re full of shit.”
“Don’t mind me.” Jia tried to wave it off. “I’ve just known you two for too long, so it feels weird thinking about you guys being mushy with each other.”
“Yeah, see? Not gonna happen.”
“What I’m surprised about is that Y/N hasn’t had her first kiss yet,” Minjeong said.
You pressed your lips together in a thin line. Your first plan was to ignore the observation and continue forking salad into your mouth, but everyone’s attention was now on your innocent self. You were just waiting for someone to make a comment about your “virgin lips.”
“She’s pure,” Jia defended. “No one is allowed to go near Y/N’s virgin lips.”
There we go.
(“Except Mark!” Jimin teased.)
For some reason, it felt strange to be labeled that way in your friend group. It made you feel like you were ten steps behind everyone else—not that it was a competition to check off your experiences or anything, but you just wanted to have your own stories to share sometimes.
Your ringer went off right at that moment, and you nearly jumped when you saw that it was a text from Mark himself. It was like he had some sixth sense that detected people talking behind his back.
mark: hey:) can i come over today lol
you: sure you: actually can i ask u a favor
mark: shoot
you: i’ll tell you when u come over
mark: aw whaaat mark: you can’t leave me hanging like that!
you: sorryy gotta keep u on ur toes for a bit
mark: btw the new boss baby movie’s out mark: wanna watch it with me?
you: bruhh boss baby? LOL
mark: consider for a moment the human baby mark: helpless mark: irrational mark: ruthlessly monopolizing the mother’s teat mark: now mark: imagine this same baby a titan of capitalist industry mark: a baby, yes mark: but also… a boss
you: ?? damn you: im sold!!! you: ur such a weirdo sometimes
mark: but you laughed! didnt you
you: maaaaybe :))
“Earth to Y/N,” Jia called, snapping her fingers in front of your face to get your attention. You snapped out of your trance and stared at her, confused. “The bell rang, so let’s get going.” You nodded and started gathering your belongings to walk with Jia. Before you both left the cafeteria, she smirked and pointed out, “You were smiling down at your phone for a while, you know?”
“W-what?” you spluttered out. “I was? I didn’t even notice.”
Jia raised a brow before she shrugged and linked arms with you. “Anyway, are you excited for Homecoming?”
That was right. The school dance completely slipped your mind (and part of you could blame that on the student council for hardly promoting). Jia had been tossing the idea of asking Jeno back and forth, even though you and all of your friends had already told her she should just go for it. She said she would rather just go alone instead of being rejected.
“Sort of,” you answered. “Are you still asking Jeno?”
Jia scrunched up her nose at the thought. “I feel like the timing isn’t right, so I’d rather just go with you. Unless… you already have a date?”
You laughed. “Me? No way.”
“Hey, anything’s possible.” Jia giggled as she walked ahead of you to file into your classroom. “Even Mark Lee has a date!”
You froze up on the spot.
What?
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For the rest of the day, you felt like you were in a daze. You couldn’t think straight in class, and whenever someone told you something, you needed them to repeat it a couple more times for you to fully process what they were saying. It was the same when you got home and saw Mark waiting in front of your driveway.
“We should’ve just walked together,” he said as you approached him.
After you made him repeat his words a few more times, you shrugged in response. Instead of keeping your composure and inviting Mark inside normally, you blurted out the question that had been on your mind all day.
“Are you going with anyone to Homecoming?” you asked, mentally cursing when your voice wavered at the end. You sounded like you were jealous or something, and that made you feel sick to your stomach.
“Yeah.”
Oh. You felt numb.
Mark continued, “Johnny and I are going.”
Oh. You were an idiot.
The flush of relief you felt made you feel like an idiot. You had no reason to be feeling so giddy over Mark not going with anyone to the dance. Maybe it was because he had been your single partner-in-crime for the past year that you weren’t ready for him to leave the nest.
“Sounds fun,” was all you could say in response as you led Mark into your house. You made your way upstairs to your room, already shrugging your backpack off once you got halfway up the stairs. “Jia and I are going together, too.”
“Oh, cool.”
Mark looked like he wanted to say more, but he left it at that.
“Jia said you had a date, so I assumed you asked someone out,” you explained, then raised a brow at Mark, “unless… you asked Johnny as a—”
“Oh my god, you’re insufferable.” Mark let out a petulant whine, burying his face in his hands. “We’re going with the whole friend group! Except Jaehyun ‘cause he’s got a date.”
You laughed and tossed your backpack onto the floor, right beside your desk. Mark did the same and slumped back into your chair. His face was flushed from defending himself before, and you couldn’t help but find it a little adorable.
“What was that favor you were asking for, by the way?” he asked.
You felt hot immediately.
You hadn’t expected him to bring it up again, especially when you spent all of your class time mentally berating yourself for thinking of such a thing. It wasn’t your fault that people kept nagging you about your first kiss, though.
You sat back on your bed, willing yourself to look down at your thighs instead of Mark Lee. The way he was studying your face intently was making you go crazy because he was probably thinking you had some innocent request, but what was eating at your mind could actually tip the scales of your purely platonic friendship.
Yet. there was that flicker of doubt in the back of your mind that this request would actually affect your relationship with Mark. He was such a caring individual that you couldn’t see him distancing himself from you over this.
“Um… well, I just had a little question, but you don’t actually have to do it if you don’t want to,” you started in a small voice. You were quiet for a second, and Mark let out a little hum for you to continue, so you asked, “Could you be my first kiss?”
You knew asking him was letting Jimin be victorious in her claim that Mark would be your first kiss, and while that did put you off a little, you couldn’t think of anyone else you would be comfortable with. You thought of many possibilities of kissing any other guy in your class, and all of them sounded absolutely frightening. The mere image of kissing Lee Donghyuck, the loud class clown in your history class, made you want to crawl in a hole and die.
Plus, this was for practice. That was all it was.
No underlying feelings or anything running under the surface.
When you were brave enough to look up at Mark’s reaction, you were taken aback by how red his face was. His mouth hung open comically, and he was opening and closing it over and over again, completely lost for words.
“You can say no!” you added, wondering if you fucked up.
At that moment, Mark seemed to regain his composure. He stood up and walked over to you, bending down so that you two were eye-level. Your breath was caught in your throat by his sudden display of boldness; you didn’t expect a move like this from Mark Lee.
“Okay, let’s do it,” he said, dark eyes boring into yours, “but don’t you want your first kiss to be with someone special?”
You bit your lip. “I just want it to be with someone I’m comfortable with.” You hesitated a little when he nodded. “Are you sure about this?” you asked, and even though you didn’t have any feelings for Mark, your heart was going crazy at the thought of kissing him.
This was going to be your first kiss. You could kiss dozens of other guys after this, but you would forever have Mark Lee as the boy who was your first kiss.
“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s just a kiss, right?”
“Right.”
You glanced at Mark’s lips. They looked soft, and you wondered how they’d feel against yours. Well, you supposed you were going to find out soon, but that didn’t help calm your nerves at all. Oddly enough, you hoped Mark was a bad kisser because you didn’t know what you would do if you felt fireworks or butterflies.
You met Mark’s eyes shyly and then closed them when he leaned in, and you met him halfway, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss.
“How was that?” Mark asked when he pulled back. You almost let it go undetected with how dim the lights were, but you picked up on the faintest of blushes crossing his cheeks.
“Skin,” you answered. When Mark snickered, you clarified, “It just felt like skin against skin.”
“Did we do it wrong then?”
“I think it’s just because I don’t like you in that way,” you answered.
He laughed at this before straightening back up and clapping his hands once. “Well, I’m honored to take your first kiss, at the very least.”
There was one lie you let slip, though.
The kiss didn’t just feel like skin against skin—well, it did, but you happened to like it a lot more than you had anticipated. You were shocked by the little zing that traveled down your spine when Mark’s lips moved against yours. There was no slobber, no awkwardness, and certainly no repulse from your end.
It felt nice. In fact, you’d do it again, if you could.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Mark said, and when you looked at him, humming quizzically, he smirked. You weren’t sure why, but your heart was thundering in your chest. “That was my first kiss, too.”
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You realized Mark Lee was extremely popular at the age of fifteen. A little too popular for your liking.
This revelation hit you when you heard your AP World History project group discussing the ranking of cute guys in your grade. Mark Lee seemed to be vying for either first or second with Lee Taeyong, and you wondered if he had been an unexpected dark horse this entire time.
“I’m telling you, Mark has potential!” Lia gushed. “He’s cute right now, but I guarantee he’s gonna have the biggest glow-up after we graduate.”
“What do you think, Y/N? You’re friends with him, right?” Jimin asked.
You shrugged. “Yeah, but I don’t really think about him in that way. I’ve known him for too long, you know?”
Jimin hummed. “I guess it’s weird if you’ve watched him grow up, so I get that,” she said before letting a giggle slip. “I still think he’s gonna be your first kiss, though.”
“He was,” you confirmed.
“What?!” Lia exclaimed.
You weren’t sure if they were shocked or impressed (or both), but both Jimin and Lia stared at you, completely flabbergasted. You shrunk back when you noticed Jia was acting like she wasn’t bothered. You expected her to explode at the news, but her disinterested reaction made you feel worse about sharing.
“It wasn’t that big of a deal and it didn’t really mean anything,” you said. “That’s why I never said anything about it.”
Jimin’s chest puffed up in triumph. “God, I’m a genius, aren’t I?”
“Look what you did, Y/N.” Lia tutted. “This is gonna get to Jimin’s head now.”
You laughed alongside them, but part of you felt guilty for not telling Jia before. You weren’t sure if it was just you overthinking, but there was clear tension for the rest of the day between you two.
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A week went by, and Jia was still pretending like nothing happened.
That was, until she brought up your kiss while you were studying for the PSAT at her house over the weekend. Jia and Johnny attended private tutoring together, so you were surprised she had the energy to study separately with you, too. She took it very seriously—even letting you borrow about ten workbooks so that you could practice on your own time.
“So, you and Mark kissed, huh?” she asked, twirling her pencil between her fingers.
You choked at the mention, eyes wide as you whipped your head around to make sure the coast was clear. You had to play it safe when Mark could’ve been around the house at any given moment. He and Johnny normally cooped themselves up in the makeshift “man cave” that was actually the garage.
Jia laughed at your reaction. “Don’t worry. Johnny and Mark went camping with the others this weekend. That guy just does whatever he wants now that he has his license. What a jerk; he doesn’t even give me a ride to school.”
You smiled a little. Johnny had been boasting about being the first to get a car for a while, and everyone knew he was going to get his license first because he was a little older and had been the most prepared for it. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve suspected that he was driving illegally before he even took lessons.
But, first things first: back to the kiss.
“Yeah, we kissed,” you admitted, cheeks heating up yet again. “It was last year in my room.”
“In your room?” she pressed, a hint of a smirk ghosting her lips. “Y/N, you dirty little—”
“No, it wasn’t like that!” you exclaimed. “It was… gentle. We barely even touched!”
Jia hummed. “Well, was it good at least?”
There was no point in hiding anything from Jia, but you were too embarrassed to admit that you liked kissing Mark Lee. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her, though, so you just stuffed your face into your SAT workbook.
“What are you doing?” Jia asked.
Voice muffled, you replied, “Absorbing information.”
“Tell me about your kiss!”
“It’s embarrassing! You didn’t even ask me about it for a week after you found out!”
“Well, I figured you’d tell me at your own pace, considering you didn’t talk about it for a year.”
You pouted. “It’s just—I don’t know. It’s weird.”
“It’s not that weird,” Jia tried. “If you don’t tell me, I’m just going to come to the reasonable conclusion that he had food in his mouth while you were making out.”
“Gross!” you complained. “And we did not make out, we just kissed once.” You raised your head to look at her, finally saying, “It was… pretty nice, I guess.”
Jia bit back a smile and huffed. “I always knew you two were gonna get together.”
“We’re not!”
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When you turned sixteen, Mark started making your heart flutter.
You weren’t sure where exactly it started. Perhaps it was the fact that he started growing into his features and maturing, but you started to see him in a new light. It was a bit frustrating, really. Whenever you caught sight of him, he just looked like he was glowing.
Other girls took notice of this, too, and maybe that was why you were ticked off.
Mark was completely dense, though, so he never talked about other girls around you. You wondered if he even realized how much attention he got, but you also gagged at the thought of the attention getting to his head.
You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but Mark Lee was your little treasure. You couldn’t imagine him having a friend that he was closer to than yourself (other than Johnny, of course). You two had gotten so close that he became the person you thought of whenever you found a funny meme; the person you called whenever you had something to rant about; the person you confided in whenever you needed advice.
Of course, you were extremely close with Jia, and she could fill the gaps that Mark would leave if he found someone else. The problem was just that Mark Lee had too big of an impact on your life. He took up so much space that you weren’t sure what to do with all the emptiness if he left.
mark: hey mark: you should join my discord server
you: LOL what?? you have a discord server?
mark: im trying to become a streamer
you: no way you: okay i’ll support you: are you streaming rn?
mark: i’ll let you watch me game in vc mark: but only you
you: wowww i feel special
mark: https://discord.gg/mrklee
you: omg the link’s customized too you: i'm friends with a celebrity
mark: hahaha nahhh
You clicked on the link to join Mark’s server, as per his request. The impressive amount of members made you want to start teasing him for not inviting you sooner. When you entered the main chat, though, Mark was already redirecting you to the voice channel.
mark: yooo y/n go to #stream
y/n: ooookay
johnny: 2/2 vc ???? romantic ;)
mark: stfu johnny
y/n: ooh johnny’s here too
johnny: what’s up
mark: dude you’re barely active here
johnny: yeah lol i only got on to make fun of you
You giggled at their back-and-forth and joined the voice channel. Mark was already in there, humming to himself while scrolling through his Steam account to see what game he wanted to play. You two never called over Discord, but for some reason, it felt so much more intimidating than a regular phone call. Part of it had to do with the fact that he turned on his camera, so you could see him with his messy hair and glasses.
“Oh, you’re here,” he greeted in a huskier voice than usual. You wondered if his voice was so low because he was sleepy, but it was relaxing. “I kind of wanted to play Undertale.”
“Mm… I’ll watch whatever you play,” you replied, clicking on the “join stream” button. You turned on your camera, too, and Mark chuckled at the sight of you.
“You tired?” he asked, noting how your blanket was up to your nose as you laid in bed.
“A little,” you mumbled. “You do realize it’s past midnight, right?”
“That means the night’s still young,” Mark replied with a grin. “I’ll stay on call, though, if you fall asleep.”
You giggled. “Like a sleepover.”
“Exactly.” Mark ran his hand through his hair. “You know I got a car recently?”
“You did? I haven’t even gotten my license yet.”
“You’re hella slow.”
“Shut up,” you whispered, trying to suppress your giggles because you didn’t want to wake your parents up. Actually, you thought it would be worse if they caught you talking to Mark past midnight. When he launched Undertale, you said, “I’ve never seen someone play this game before.”
“I’m gonna use your name, then,” he said before entering your name for the main character.
You watched Mark play for a while, but you were mostly just listening to his voice and watching his reactions to the game. (That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy watching the gameplay, though. You found the storyline very interesting, and you expressed that to Mark, who looked proud that he was able to get you hooked on a video game.)
Eventually, your eyelids started feeling heavy, and you were mumbling your responses to Mark. Just watching him made you so sleepy, especially when he was wearing that gray sweater that made him look so comfortable and warm. You were getting to a level of tiredness where you couldn’t even think proper thoughts or formulate coherent sentences.
When you said something about a gopher at a supermarket, Mark started laughing at you.
“You should sleep, Y/N,” he suggested.
“I don’t wanna,” you mumbled. “I wanna stay on call… and watch you play.”
“You sound really tired. I can always play tomorrow.”
You whined. “I’m not leaving. I feel so warm and comfy in bed, and your voice is really nice… your sweater looks nice, too. I’m gonna steal it one day, and you won’t be able to stop me.”
“Oh?” Mark smiled. “Are you now?”
If you still had your wits about you, this situation wouldn’t even be unraveling before you. It was like you couldn’t even control the word vomit spilling from your mouth, and even though you were absolutely embarrassed, it was impossible to defend yourself when you were falling asleep so fast. Before you knew it, you were mumbling nonsense as you lulled yourself to sleep.
Just before the rest of the world slipped away from you, Mark Lee’s laugh and voice rang in your ear.
“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”
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It had been a few days, and you were still reeling from the humiliation during the Discord call you had with Mark.
“God,” you mumbled, “it was so weird, Jia. I was saying the stupidest shit when we were in the voice channel.”
“How weird is ‘weird'?’” she asked.
You cringed before you explained, “I told him I was gonna steal his sweater.”
She guffawed. “That’s something a girlfriend would say, Y/N.”
“I know!”
It was safe to say that you couldn’t confide in anyone else about this situation. It wasn’t like Mark was the one who was saying anything borderline flirtatious that night; it was all you, and that felt worse. Thankfully, though, your friend didn’t bring up anything about the night to embarrass you.
The one time he did, though, was when you asked Mark if he wanted to go to the pumpkin patch with you.
None of your other friends were free. You thought it would be a good opportunity to take pictures together, especially since Jimin had been complaining about the whole group not having pictures together. However, the day you wanted to go to the pumpkin patch, Jia was out of town, Jimin was down with a fever, and Minjeong was at her grandmother’s house. Everyone decided to reschedule the group hanging out together.
You really wanted a pumpkin, though, so Mark wound up picking you up from your house in the evening. He was fiddling with his phone when you walked up to the passenger’s side door, and you could tell he was itching for you to compliment his new Toyota Camry.
“Nice car,” you decided to say, and his smile got brighter. It was endearing, to say the least. “Definitely an upgrade from your bike.”
Mark decided to reciprocate, but nothing could have prepared you for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
“Cute outfit.”
You were stupid. You were absolutely stupid because you spent the entire car ride thinking about those two words.
That, and the way Mark drove with one hand on the steering wheel.
When you both reached the pumpkin patch, you were dumbfounded when there was absolutely no one there. Mark gave you a dirty look when he pulled up to the front, leaning back in his seat and sighing.
“Y/N, did you actually check if they were open today?” he asked slowly.
“I-I mean… they were open on this day last year!” you defended. “When I mentioned going in the groupchat, no one even said anything about the pumpkin patch not being open yet. Actually… they’re all as stupid as I am, so I guess that makes sense.” Mark groaned, and you normally would’ve just laughed such a situation off, but you were feeling unusually sensitive. “I’m really sorry.”
Shocked by how upset you sounded, Mark straightened up and looked at you. “Hey, it’s not that big of a deal.” He reached over to ruffle your hair. “We can just get ice cream or something.”
You were frowning, but the mention of ice cream perked you right up. You nodded quickly, rubbing your arms as you sat back.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Huh?”
Before you could confirm or deny, Mark pulled off his sweater. You bit back a smile as you watched him struggle in the middle of the process, but you were flustered again when he handed it to you. You let it lay on your lap for a moment before Mark told you to wear it.
“You said you were gonna steal my sweater,” he reminded with a smirk, “so there you go.”
You wore his stupid sweater while you did your best to ignore your equally stupid heart doing backflips.
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At the age of seventeen, you went to your first high school party.
It felt a bit silly that you were just going to your first party in your senior year of high school, and you felt like the experience was overdue. Jia told you that it was never too late to start checking stuff off your bucket list, and you might as well get started before you were going to graduate.
Jia had invited you plenty of times in the past, and even Johnny had tried to convince you to show up to some, but you had always refused. In the past, you were more wary of what your parents would think about you coming home late. Now that you had a car, though, you felt more comfortable going out on your own. There was more leniency from your parent’s side, too.
Lee Taeyong was throwing the party this time, and everyone was going since he was the most popular guy at school. Plus, his house was huge and Jia gave his parties excellent ratings. It was rumored that there was a 66.67% chance of the police showing up to shut it down, and apparently that was a good thing.
Jia was stoked to take you to a party—even more so when Na Jaemin from AP Chemistry offered to drive you two. He was planning to take Renjun, Jeno and Chenle, but Chenle flaked at the last minute because he got floor tickets to a basketball game. So, Jaemin now had two open seats in his car, and Jia would never turn down an offer to spend time with Jeno.
When you got a text from Jaemin later that night, saying he was five minutes away from Jia’s place, you were panicking.
“Jia, did you die in that bathroom?” you called, knocking on the door. “Jaemin’s gonna be here in five!”
The door flew open not a second after, causing you to flinch and step back. Your best friend held up a bottle of Pink Whitney, a mischievous grin crossing her face. You swallowed thickly, bracing yourself for what was about to happen.
The dreaded pregame.
“Did you get that from your parents?” you asked, recalling the dinner parties where they’d pull out wine bottles to share with the other parents.
She shook her head. “You know my senior friend who graduated? Baekhyun?” You nodded, remembering the cute senior that Jia was obsessed with for a while. “I asked him to get me some. It was just, like, ten dollars,” she said. “Can’t let my parents find out, though, so I hid it under the sink.”
“He’s still around? Shouldn’t he be in college?” you asked, snickering as Jia poured way more than a shot into her cup. “You’re gonna kill us before we even get to the party, Jia.”
“We’ll live, and Jaemin’s driving so it’s fine!” With that, she handed you your cup, and you winced at how much she had poured into the cup.
jaemin: here
“Wait, Jia, he’s already here,” you said.
“Drink up, drink up,” she urged. “Quickly.”
In the heat of the moment, you pinched your nose and downed the bitter alcohol in one go, your best friend following suit. There was definitely more than one shot in that cup, and you decided you weren’t going to let Jia pour the shots by herself ever again. She made fun of you for plugging your nose, but you weren’t sure if you could drink it if you smelled it, too. The taste was already overwhelming enough for you.
Afterward, you both got into the back of Jaemin’s car while you kept complaining about why you had to be in the middle seat. When you saw Mark where Renjun was supposed to be, you froze up.
He raised his brows. “What’s up?”
“Where’s Renjun?” you asked. You checked the front seat, but Jeno was queuing up songs on the aux. “Oh, hi, Jeno.”
“Hey, Y/N.” He craned his neck to grin at Jia. “You look pretty.”
“Renjun said he has to grind his essay out tonight,” Mark said, “so I took his place in Jaemin’s car because I don’t trust Hyuck’s driving, even if he is sober.”
You felt like you were interrupting something.
You slid into the middle seat, and your body was already feeling hot. Your head was spinning a little, and you barely noticed Jaemin starting the car.
“Are you drunk already?” Mark asked, and you shook your head, mumbling something incoherent. “What’d you even drink?” When you hardly responded, he looked over at Jia. “Did you pour her shot? She’s done for.”
“You’re supposed to pour it to the first line on those solo cups, Jia,” Jaemin scolded. “At this point, you’re better off waterfalling it.”
“Y/N,” Mark murmured, and you let your head drop onto his shoulder at the mere call of your name. “Whoa, you good?”
You nodded. “Just gonna lie down for a little,” you mumbled, slurring your words.
The rest of the car ride was a blur, and you were completely zoned out while Jaemin started talking about how he blacked out at Taeyong’s last party. You picked up on some bits of info here and there, like Jaemin being invited for dinner by Taeyong’s mother when she found him passed out by the pool.
When he parked on the street, Mark was the one who helped you out of the car, holding onto you tightly so that you wouldn’t fall. You were so preoccupied with trying to walk straight that you ignored Jia giggling at you and Mark together.
“Do you need help?” Mark asked. “I can get you some water.”
Thankfully, though, you felt better than you did in the car. You supposed the initial wave of nausea was all you needed to get over your pregame shots. You politely rejected Mark’s offer, but you still allowed him to guide you into Taeyong’s house, guiding you with one hand on your waist so he didn’t lose you in the crowd.
“Y/N!” Donghyuck called from the counter. His eyes flitted to Mark’s hand on your waist, and his smirk grew.
Everyone started crowding the backyard, so you had more space to move around in the house and be spotted by tiring individuals (read: Donghyuck).
“You’re up to something,” you observed. “I see it in your eyes, Hyuck.”
“I was gonna dare you to match my shots tonight,” Hyuck said, “unless you’re gonna pussy out.”
Mark frowned. “Hyuck, she’s already dru—”
“I’ll do it,” you announced, and Donghyuck cheered to your declaration. You were sure it was a stupid idea because any rational thought in your head clouded over. Nevertheless, you took the red solo cup with vodka that Donghyuck handed you. “Already?”
“A celebratory shot,” he explained, ignoring Mark’s death glare and holding his cup out for a moment to clink against yours. “Here’s to dying of alcohol poisoning tonight!”
“Cheers,” you said, and you downed the shot. The fuzzy feeling came back, and you leaned back against Mark.
Donghyuck chuckled. “She’s so lightweight.”
Mark stroked your hair gently before trying to guide you to the couch. “I’m gonna find some water, okay? Stay here.”
“I don’t think I’m physically capable of moving right now, but okay.”
Shortly after he left, Mark returned with a glass of water. He sat next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back to get you to sit up. Once you did, he held the cup to your lips and had you drink slowly. It was like you were being pampered by your boyfriend.
“Mark,” you started once you finished drinking your water, “why do you keep taking care of me? You should go have fun, too.”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I can’t just leave you like this.”
“I won’t be mad if you do,” you said. “I mean, you do realize how suspicious you look, right?”
Not again. You weren’t able to filter the words coming out of your mouth right now, and you were terrified that you were going to let something idiotic slip.
“Suspicious?” he asked. “What do you mean?”
“Like… we look like a couple,” you mumbled. “You act like my boyfriend.”
For a moment, you were sure that Mark would back off immediately. You suspected that your comment would mess with his head, making him rethink everything he had been doing or saying. You were afraid that he would start putting up a boundary between you two, daring not to cross it for your sake.
Instead, though, the look on his face was the complete opposite of what you expected. There was a fire in his eyes, and he looked a little proud of himself once he processed what you said. It was like he had been waiting for you to realize that this whole time.
“Do you hate people thinking we’re dating?” he asked.
You faltered. “Uh… no? Isn’t it weird, though?”
“Nah, I don’t think it’s weird,” Mark replied. You bit your lip and tried to think about it from another perspective, like you were trying to grasp how to perceive your relationship with Mark in a more platonic way. “Besides, they’re half-right.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have had a crush on you since, like, forever,” he said casually, like he was stating how many centimeters were in an inch, “so, I guess it looks weird for good reason.”
You weren’t sure if Mark Lee had realized that he just completely flipped your world upside-down.
For the rest of that night, you were unable to think about anything but Mark’s words. He didn’t elaborate on it afterward because Jaemin started dragging him around, and then he was taking care of you when you were throwing up in one of the toilets. You also happened to stumble into the bathroom that Jia and Jeno were making out in, but nothing was going to stop you from puking your guts out into the toilet. As Mark held your hair back and rubbed your back, you were in utter amazement at how he could keep his feelings at bay while being an incredible friend.
So, the night went by without further elaboration on his sudden confession.
You thought it would bury itself under the sand so that you and Mark could go back to being friends. However, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go back to how things were now that this was brought to your attention.
It wasn’t like you completely ignored all the signs. There was that little feeling in the back of your head that screamed at you for being an idiot whenever Mark said or did something odd. However, you always tried to write it off as a kind gesture because you two were childhood friends.
You were starting to realize that part of you never wanted Mark to confess because you were scared of accepting your own feelings for him. You would rather lie to yourself over and over again to keep up the illusion of a friendship you had with him.
You were going to have to do so sooner or later, though, because you received a call from him the day after the party in the middle of the day. You had already called Jia that morning and told her everything that happened. Although she was hungover and barely recalled Mark even being at the party, Jia offered solid advice after interrogating you with several questions as to whether you liked him back or not.
(Later, Jia seemed to recollect memories from the night—ones that you forgot completely. Apparently, your feet were killing you toward the end, and Mark gave you a piggyback ride to the car. He even took off his jacket and put it over your shoulders because you kept complaining about how cold it was. Jia proceeded to explain how Mark nearly tripped over his feet and fell forward because you kissed the back of his neck to thank him.)
You weren’t sure what kept you from admitting your feelings. For some reason, even though the answer was clear in your head, the words “I don’t know” kept leaving your mouth.
“Hey,” Mark greeted you when you picked up. “I’m actually outside. Can I come in?”
You were surprised, but you agreed, “Yeah, just ring the doorbell. I’d come open it, but I’m too lazy to get out of bed.”
“Hangover that bad, huh?” he asked, and right on cue, the doorbell went off. You heard your mother rushing to open it, and Mark mumbled a “see you” before he hung up to greet your mom. When he walked upstairs, he held out a plastic bag to you. “I wasn’t sure what you were craving, so I just bought ice cream.”
“You’re kidding.” You took the bag and took the small carton of Ben & Jerry’s cookies and cream ice cream. You pouted a little. “Mark, you didn’t have to.”
He sat on the edge of your bed and shrugged. “I mean, you know why I did.”
You felt flustered. You didn’t expect him to bring it up again so suddenly, especially since you hadn’t mentioned it yet. You thought he would have waited to make sure you didn’t forget his confession after all the drinks you had last night, but Mark was going in for the kill.
“I’m not gonna pressure you into answering until you’re ready,” he said, “but I just want you to know that I’ve been serious about my feelings for a while. I didn’t just confess to you because I wanted to throw it out there. I’ve had a crush on you since we were, like, twelve.”
Oddly enough, you felt like your word vomit was worsening right now rather than when you were drunk last night. You had just suppressed so many feelings that they all came out at once. Maybe, all these years, you just weren’t ready to be loved. Maybe you were clinging to loneliness because that was more comforting at the time.
Now that your feelings were laying bare in front of Mark, though, you felt like it was high time that you opened up to him.  
“I never considered us dating for real, if I’m gonna be honest,” you said. “We’ve been friends for so long that I thought you were just being nice to me, or that we were so close that you just treated me nicer than other people. I know that sounds really stupid of me, but… I really liked being the only girl you were the closest to, and I don’t think I would’ve been able to stand seeing you with someone else.
“I felt really stupid for the longest time. My heart kept racing when I thought of you, and I kept overthinking every little thing. I kept lying to everyone that I didn’t feel anything or care about whether we got together or not, and I played off every single time I felt something for you. I don’t know why I couldn’t just put what I wanted first for once, but I was so afraid that I was overanalyzing your kindness for something more. I would choose being heartbroken over losing our friendship any day.
“I thought a lot about it last night and today, but I wanna try accepting my feelings,” you finished. “If we’re bound to be something, then why not start now, you know?”
For a second, you thought you had scared Mark off with your entire rant. He was just staring at you with his mouth hung open, and you were wondering if you still had time to knock him out cold so that he could forget everything you dumped on him.
Before you knew it, Mark was dipping his head to press his lips against yours. You were so stunned that you didn’t reciprocate for a moment until you felt him smile against your mouth. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around your neck and pulled him in closer.
Mark was more confident this time, more aggressive than the first time you had kissed him on this very bed. His hands were flat against your sides, sliding up and down in soothing motions. This time, however, the heat in your cheeks was accompanied by butterflies in your stomach and a show of fireworks when you closed your eyes. Your heart was beating erratically and you watched Mark’s Adam’s apple bob when he pulled away.
“I lied back then, too,” you blurted out.
“Huh? When?” he asked.
“When we kissed for the first time here,” you started, “I lied about not feeling anything; I was actually going crazy on the inside.”
Mark smirked at this, and you weren’t sure the butterflies couldn’t get worse until you saw that look on his face. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“I know,” he said, cradling your cheek with his hand. “By the way, I’d like to try dating, too, so will you be my girlfriend?”
You smiled, and for the first time in six years, it had never been easier to say, “Yes.”
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“What the hell?” Johnny gawked at the sight of you and Mark holding hands. “You guys are actually dating? Holy shit, I thought Mark was gonna get rejected sooner or later.”
You and Mark had officially been dating for a few weeks now. It wasn’t like you were keeping it on the down-low or anything, so you were rather surprised that Johnny was just finding out. Either he was extremely slow or men really talked about nothing but video games and cars.
“You’re a terrible friend, Johnny,” Jia told her twin brother. “Anyway, I think you two are cute.”
Mark squeezed your hand a little. “Thanks, Jia.”
“But you two better keep it PG in this household,” Jia continued. “Keep your couple activities away from the Suhs.”
Your cheeks heated up at her words, and you tried to change topics by tossing the remote to your best friend. “Can you pick a movie already? This conversation is making me gag.”
Mark laughed and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head while Johnny and Jia were distracted with the movie selection. Neither of you were a big fan of PDA, but sneaking in moments like these made it all the more special. And, even though your relationship with Mark was far more serious now, you knew that spending your days at Johnny and Jia’s house would never cease.
After all, the Suh household was where it all started.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this fic was genuinely so random like,, i just had this strong inclination to write mark fluff out of nowhere, and it was supposed to be around 5k but then it got to this....... i genuinely thought it was pretty short so im wondering how it would’ve turned out if i spent more than two days on it :o but i really love soft boy mark !!! he’s just too cute ♡ anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this and thank you so much for making it to the end :D 
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kjdkive · 7 days
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hiiii ! loved the girl dad!jaehyun texts, can i request a mark ver please ? 🤭 love uuu
girl dad! mark lee
warnings: k word jokes, kind of suggestive
a's/n: thanks anon for requesting this, you brought me back to life <33 requests keep this acc alive for anyone who cares hahaha
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haespoir · 7 months
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texts w/ bf!mark!
lets go mark lee lovers!!
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mark would be like the kind of egotistical asshole with a severe god complex. thighs spread out for u to ride it like ur life depends on it while he just looks at ur fucked out face and ur titties bouncing up and down while he smoked a blunt…. elbows resting on the head rest of the couch and tip his head every time the tip of his cock brushes on ur sweetest spot and when he cant take it anymore he’ll push u roughly on the ground and just…. fuck the life out of ur poor swollen pussy and just leave and take a pic of his seed dripping down ur ruined cunt everyone who looked at it would cringe from how its abused and he sends a copy of it w a message “fucked ur little slutty sister. nympho asked for it” to jaemin
her step brother and his #1 enemy in football team :D
warning: basically just all the things that the ask said.
“Please Mark, I want you to fuck me.”
“Mhmm, I would but you haven’t been the most well behaved. Have you, baby?”
This is just becoming cruel. You beg him like he demands. “No,” you reply with a pout in your voice.
“Then what shall I do with you?”
You look down between your bodies and his erection is staining even more against his pants. Instead of giving a verbal response you grind yourself against him and the both of you let out a moan from the sudden friction.
You look back up to stare at Mark in the face just as he puts the blunt to his lips, blowing a stream of smoke in your face. “Did you like that?” but before you can respond he thrusts himself upwards and all you can do is gasp. He speaks up again but this time it’s only a whisper. “Then you can fuck yourself on my thigh.”
Your breath hitches in your throat and you whine at his demand. This isn’t what you wanted but it will have to do for now. Placing your hands on his shoulders for more leverage, you begin to slowly move back and forth on his large thigh.
He leaned back, looking completely relaxed. His eyes are dark and glinting in amusement as he watches you.
“Look at my little slut. So desperate to get off, you’re willing to fuck yourself on my thigh for relief.” You are about to whine in protest but he stops you by kissing you. His hands travel down your body. One grips your ass and gives a squeeze while the other moves in between the two of you. Mark groans against your lips when he feels the wet spot you’ve created on him and that only causes you to become wetter. He begins to palm himself through his trousers and you can hear his little pants of approval. You increase your pace and close your eyes as you become closer to orgasm. Your clit is throbbing from the delicious amount of friction from the rough fabric of his pants.
His hand that was previously on your ass is now gripping your throat and beginning to squeeze gently as he continues to play with himself. “Are you going to be a good girl now? Will you cum when I tell you to?”
“Yes,” you manage to gasp out.
“Too bad, the only time you can cum is on my fucking cock.”
In a quick and forceful motion, he pushes you onto the ground and hovers above you. “I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can but first beg me.”
“Wha-what?”
His hand moves down to your body to your clit. “I. Said. Beg. Me.” He emphasizes every word with a short, sharp, stroke.
“Please, please fuck me. I’m begging you to please fuck me. Please.”
“You’re learning, slut.”
Mark grabs both of your wrists and puts them above your head as he enters you roughly. He begins to set a brutal, bruising rhythm in and out of you while still smoking his damn joint. His hips slam roughly against your bare ass, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes throughout the room. You are positive everyone on the floor can hear your moans.
His other hand dumps the joint on the floor to wrap around your neck and he squeezes. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure you’re receiving. You would moan but the pressure on your throat causes you to cough instead. You don’t know how much longer of his brutal pace you can take before passing out from the pleasure.
His thrusting becomes erratic as he comes close to his finish. The hand around your neck leaves and comes down to stroke your clit. His voice is rough and breathless in your ear, “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like this?”
“Mark god yes…Mark!” you moan as you lose control of your body. You can feel your orgasm throughout your entire body, causing you to shake and quiver. Your fingers curl into a fist as you scream with pleasure. You hear him moan deeply into your neck as he bites down, leaving a mark. Hot seed spurts deep inside of you as he clenches your body tightly to his. Mark takes a few moments before pulling out of you and proceeds to look over your sweat covered body as a mix of your arousal and his cum drip down your thighs.
“You’ve never looked better, with my cum dripping down your tight little pussy.”
As you’re still lost in your haze, you hear a click and a flash blinds you. Only the next morning when you bump into Jaemin—your step brother—in your kitchen do you realize what Mark’s done.
“I’ve always known you’re a desperate slut, little sister.”
You wince but quickly become speechless as embarrassment tinges your entire body when he shows you the messages with Mark. A picture of your ruined pussy full of Mark’s cum is on the screen, accompanied by a text. “fucked ur little slutty sister. nympho asked for it”
Jaemin lets out a small chuckle at your reaction, his face close to your ear as he whispers. “Hm, you know how much I despise that fuckface and still let him fuck you. You’d do anything for a cock, wouldn’t you? I could snap my fingers and you’d let both of us use all of your holes.”
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