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If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹AngstFluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest. 🌹20 notes, and I'll release pt. 2 ~

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

To Be Continued.

#got7 #mark tuan #got7 mark #igot7 #kpop #got7 yugyeom #got7 jackson #got7 jb #got7 bambam #got7 kpop #got7 scenarios #got7 smut #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #mark tuan fanfic #mark tuan smut #got7mark #black reader #black reader x idol

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yiensaintlaurent · 1 year

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00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

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chicken-fifi · 3 months

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Forgive and Forget | Mark Tuan (MafiaAU!) Imagine

Pairing: Mafia!Mark Tuan x Wife!Reader; Mafia Boss!Lim Jaebeom X Sister!Reader

Requested by anon: haii, i saw that your request is open!! i want a request with mafia!mark tuan x wife!reader. mark and your jayb are known have died being killed by the other group. unknownly you're having a child years later, and when the other group saw you both, they wanted to kill both of you. suprisingly, you were saving by got7. you were mad at them being shadows and hide themselves from you for years especially mark and your brother. so, (especially) mark and the others regaining your trust back and want to be a dad in your child live, you're slowly trust him and got7 again (maybe there's an incident or something that mark almost being killed cause he saved you and/or child(?)). thank you^^

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2,960 words

Warnings: violence, mafia, kidnapping, death threats, implied torture, blood, bruises, etc.

A/n: the urge to turn this into a miniseries was deep, but i couldn't do that given i'm already in the midst of attempting to plan one and putting the Ghost!YoungK on the backburner for a bit. hopefully you like this! for the record, yes, i got the child's name from pachinko by minjin lee. please go read that masterpiece.

Tunes: [Playlist] Life is a Book by ethereal

“Isak!” you called out, setting down a plate on the dining table. “Dinner’s ready!”

Still in your work clothes, you sat down at the dining table, watching as your six year old son slid into his chair happily digging into his meal. His dark locks bounced as he danced as he ate. He looked identical to his father - a father he would only ever meet through the few photographs you had managed to keep from the early years of your relationship…before everything went to shit.

You felt an irrational amount of anger towards your brother as you recalled how he had been the one to offer the job to Mark under the promise that it would help him provide for the two of you. After all, “nothing bad will come out of it when it’s all of us together.”

God you wished you could puns your brother in the face for the boldfaced lie he’d told.

Not that it would make any difference. Both Jaebeom and Mark were dead. The consequence of their growing greed and name having put them on top of just about every other mob’s hitlist. Bring them down and they get the monopoly back. Simple as that.

Even it meant the other mobs had an excessive number of lives on their hands. It wouldn’t be something new to them either way. Not even with the knowledge that they were taking away a brother and husband of a woman who was unknowingly pregnant with her and her husband’s first child. None of that would matter to any crime organization’s decision to make someone ‘disappear.’

“Mom?” you heard Isak call out, halting all of your thoughts.

“Yes Baby?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Your brows furrowed at his question - especially after he’d been so happy eating his meal.

( Not to mention that it was out of the ordinary for him to ask to sleep with you. He hadn’t asked to sleep with you in nearly three years. )

A soft smile made its way onto your face and you reached out rubbing his cheek gently. “Of course, Darling.”

He smiled at you and continued eating quietly, although no longer dancing. The two of you finished dinner not long after and cleared up. Isak lingered by your side the entire time you washed the dishes. You weren’t entirely sure what had transpired in his little mind during the short time from when he start eating to when he asked you the question, and you certainly weren’t aware of what was going on in his little head at the moment as he clung to your side as if you would leave him and never come back.

“Is something wrong Isak?” you asked, setting the final dish aside to dry.

Isak looked up at you with his big, round eyes. You could tell there was something he wanted to say but didn’t actually want to say for whatever reason.

“Do you not want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, looking down at the floor. Without saying a word, you took your hand and ruffled his hair lovingly, hoping it would provide some silent comfort. Clearly Isak didn’t want to talk about it and you didn’t want to force him to talk. So you’d wait it out for a bit.

“Whenever you’re ready you can tell me okay?”

You got a small nod before he hugged your waist as best as he could. Hugging him back, you crouched down and picked him up with a huff, holding him as tightly as you could for a few minutes before setting him back down. When did your little boy get so big?

“Why don’t we watch a movie before going to bed?”

~~~~

You sat up in your bed with a start hearing rustling down the hall in the living room of your home. Isak was still sound asleep beside you, cuddled closely into your side. Moving as quiet as you could, you got out of bed, inching towards the bedroom door avoiding the creaky floorboards you could remember in your sleepy state. As you reached the door, you heard a floorboard creek on the other side of the door. Panic and fear filled you as you pressed your body forcefully against the door, just as whoever was on the other side attempted to open it.

“They’re in here!” a man’s voice yelled, waking Isak with a start who instantly looked in your direction eyes wide.

“Mom?”

Hide. you mouthed, pushing all of your weight against the door, jolting as the men pushed against the door. HIDE!

Isak’s eyes filled with tears as he slid out of the bed and walked in your direction initially before you shooed him away motioning to the closet. You knew that he knew about the crawl space that was pretty hard to find if you didn’t know it was there - it was his favorite hiding space after all. He didn’t get a chance to get to the closet before the door burst open, your frame practically going flying from the force used to break it open.

Frozen in fear, his little eyes widened as he saw the four burly looking men enter the room. Two immediately went to grab you, covering your mouth preventing you from screaming. A third went to him, reaching to grab him a sickly sweet tone being used as he spoke. Running past the man, Isak made a break for the master bathroom, only to be grabbed by the fourth man, a scream echoing throughout the room as the man’s hands gripped him tightly. You pulled and flailed from the two men holding you, instinct telling you to get to your son - all to no avail.

“So our intel was right,” another voice spoke from behind you before another man entered the room crouching down in front of you. “The son of bitch does have a little sister.”

“And a nephew,” the fourth man added, covering Isak’s mouth before yelping as he bit the man’s fingers.

In his captor’s distraction, Isak ran to you not paying any mind to the two men holding you.

“And a nephew…” the fifth man repeated, eyes trained on the little boy. “This will certainly make things interesting.”

~~~

Mark lunged himself at the man tied in the chair before him, “You pathetic piece of shit! How could you?!”

Jaebeom pinched the bridge of his nose, “What exactly did you tell them?” he asked the man as calmly as he could, not paying Mark any mind.

The man gulped, looking at Mark before flicking his gaze to his boss, “They threatened me.”

“SO YOU DRAG INNOCENT PEOPLE INTO IT?!” Mark yelled, landing a punch on the man’s face, the force alone knocking the chair to the ground, the man along with it.

Yugyeom and Youngjae watched, unsure of whether or not to intervene. Jinyoung sat at a chair looking at the photographs they’d been mailed. The dirtied and bruised figures of your son and you making him sick. How had they let it go this far?

“Mark,” Jaebeom barked. “That’s enough.”

Mark turned, rage alight in his eyes, “Enough? I don’t think so. Your sister, my wife, and our child have been kidnapped and are about to be killed because of this…pathetic,” a kick to the man’s side, “piece,” another kick, “of shit.”

A door opened and in came Jackson and BamBam, their faces void of any emotion. Jaebeom looked away from Mark momentarily.

“Anyone else working with him?”

Jackson shook his head, “He went rogue on this one. Bold move if you ask me.”

“Any idea on where they could be being held?”

Bambam shook his head, “Not yet. My squad’s still looking.”

Jaebeom turned back to his brother-in-law, walking up to where the man was still kicking the mole. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he pulled him back, crouching down before the battered man.

“You have three tries to tell me where they are,” Jaebeom spoke, far too calm for someone who had just been betrayed by one of his men. “If you even think about lying to me, I’ll riddle your body with so many bullets that no one will recognize your body once it’s found - if it’s ever found.” Without even waiting for a response, Jaebeom grabbed his handgun, placing it on the man’s thigh and firing it, “Better start talking.”

~~~

Your hands held Isak close to your bruised and bloodied body. One thing you were thankful for was the lack of light in the room as it provided you a way to hide the many injuries that had been inflicted onto you from your son, even if the groans and radiating pain intensified whenever he cuddled you. Little whimpers fell from his lips as he cried into your dirtied shirt.

Your heart broke as you shushed him, rubbing your hands along his back and hair, attempting to comfort him as best as you could in your state. Tears filled your own eyes as you took in the reality of the situation you were in - along with all the information you’d found out during the many hours of ‘interrogations’ you were put through by whoever this group was.

Jaebeom, your brother -whom you swore you saw gunned down right before your eyes - was alive.

Mark was alive.

Those two lying sons of bitches were alive and had let you live the past six, seven years of your life believing they had been killed.

And here you were being questioned about their location.

How the fuck would you, of all people, know?

Isak’s soft cries turned into sniffles as he fell asleep, your own eyes growing tired, both from the torture you’d endured and the past few… How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? No. Not weeks. You’d be dead if it had been weeks.

Letting your mind rest, you fell into a light sleep, unsure of what your and Isak’s futures held.

~~~

Much like the night of your abductions, you awoke with a start - so did Isak - as the sound of gunfire and shouts rang out throughout the building you were in. Isak clung to you whimpering as he hid his face in your shirt. You did your best to wrap your body around him - a weak attempt at shielding his small body, giving him even the tiniest sliver of a chance a t surviving whatever it was that was going on out there. You shook as you tried to get him to quiet as his whimpers grew louder as the gunfire drew nearer.

All too soon, the gunfire stopped just as footsteps were barely heard stopping in front of the door to the room you were in. Thuds followed which you could only assume was someone making an attempt at breaking down the door, something you weren’t really you wanted to happen. It could be the police finally having been notified of you and your son’s sudden disappearance - but no one in this world was stupid enough to leave traces of that - or it could be yet another mob wanting their final taste of revenge on GOT7.

Either way, you were scared shitless for you and your son.

Then you heard him. The sound of his voice calling your name over and over again from the other side of the door.

“Mark,” you whispered. “Mark!”

Isak stopped crying looking at you strangely, before calling out the name you had just said realizing that you were far too quiet to be heard - genuinely afraid that whoever was there would leave if either of you didn’t respond, clearly they were there to help you if they sounded worried, right?

“Mark!” he shouted, his tiny voice still rough from the tears he’d shed. “Mark!”

The thudding got more and more frantic and frequent before a few more names were said, presumably more help - and the thudding was stronger until the door finally caved and in rushed one man before anyone else falling beside you.

“My love,” he whispered, taking you into his arms, choking up at the sight of you. He turned his attention to the little boy who was clearly trying to decide whether or not this ‘Mark’ was actually safe. It didn’t take long as he soon recognized the man’s face from the many pictures you’d shown him.

“Daddy?”

Mark let out a breath between a laugh and sob, as he cradled your body reaching out to touch his son’s face.

“Yeah, I’m your Dad.”

~~~

As you sat on the bed in the infirmity you avoided all eye contact with Mark and Jaebeom. Having saved you or not, they were not in your graces.

“We know it wasn’t right, but we had no other choice but to disappear in order to-”

“You didn’t disappear,” you snapped. “You faked your deaths and left me with six, almost seven years of grief. Not to mention having to raise our child by myself thinking you were dead and he was never going to know who you were.”

The last part was clearly directed at Mark, who winced at your words.

“I know it wasn’t right,” Jaebeom continued crouching down before you. “And I’m sorry that my decision brought so much pain and agony to you. But at the end of the day, I made the decision that would give me and my men the best chance at survival. The choice that would allow you to stay out of all of this mess. Clearly that wasn’t the case, but I don’t regret it.”

You looked away, tears welling in your eyes. You wanted to be selfish and hate both of them, hate your brother for everything, but you couldn’t. You knew he was capable of making the most gut wrenching decisions if it meant keeping the people he cared about safe and out of harm’s way, even if it brought pain in the process - at least they would be alive.

Jaebeom rose to his feet, “I think the two of you need to talk some more, I’ll go check on…Isak?”

He was clearly unsure of the way the name rolled off his tongue but smiled as he remembered the little mannerisms that the small boy had shown as he was treated by the mob’s doctors.

As soon as Jaebeom left the room, Mark took a step closer to the bed before sitting down after you didn’t move away.

“He looks a lot like me,” he commented, figuring you might be more willing to talk if it started off with your son.

“Acts like you sometimes too,” you add, cracking a tiny smile. “You have no idea how difficult it is to see him everyday. It’s like being haunted by your ghost.”

Mark nodded, in understanding. He couldn’t take away or undo anything that had happened. But he knew he could maybe change things for the better now…if you let him that is. Seven years was a long time.

“Listen,” he began, turning to face you. “I’m not going to ask you to forgive. What I did and went along with is not forgivable. I have hurt the two of you in ways I can’t even begin to imagine. But I need you to know that I’m extremely sorry for that. That, if given the chance, I would take it all back and rewind the clock.”

“Mark-”

“Let me be in his life. I don’t care if you want a divorce after all of this. If you don’t want to ever see my face again. But please, please, let me in my - our - son’s life.”

You looked at him for a few minutes, not saying a single word. Despite not allowing them to fall, tears were welling on his eyes, threatening to spill over his waterline.

“I think he’d like that a lot,” you finally said, looking away. “Just, keep him out of all of this.”

“I promise!” he said without a single ounce of hesitation. “I swear I won’t allow anyone to rub a single hair on his head in the wrong direction.”

You smiled weakly, biting your lip, “As for me, just…just give me some time. It’s a lot.”

Mark cocked his head to the side. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through right now, all because of him. The very man who had vowed to never hurt you all those years ago.

“Of course.”

You went to say something when the sound of Isak’s voice filled your ears as he called for you rushing towards where you were on the bed, Jaebeom right behind him.

“Mommy, he said he’s your big brother!” he giggled, bouncing up and down his hands on your knees, as he pointed at Jaebeom. “He’s my uncle right?”

You smiled, running your hand over his reddened cheek - he must’ve been having fun with Jackson who had been tasked with distracting him while you were being examined - and nodded.

“Yeah. He’s your uncle. My big brother.”

Jaebeom smiled slightly at you as you finally looked him in the eye, “Do you want to go see your room?”

Your brows furrowed at his words before Isak pushed away from you and ran after Jaebeom who was already out the door.

“His room?” you asked, looking at Mark.

Mark scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah…Jaebeom and I think it’s best if you live here for a while. With him. Just until things settle down. I personally don’t want you going back to the house alone after what happened.”

You nodded, it would take some getting used to that’s for sure, but maybe you’d be able to move past it all quickly. Forgive and forget everything as best as you could. After all, you had them back. You finally had your family back.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Accidentally Fall Asleep On Another Member ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

“She looks so relaxed,” Mark smiled as he walked in to see you curled up into Jackson, resting on a cushion against his shoulder.

“She did try to wait for you to come back from shooting but there was no way that she’d stay up,” Jackson explained, “I hope you don’t mind.”

Mark’s head quickly shook in reply to him, “as long as Y/N’s comfy, there’s no way that I mind. Thank you for offering to help her get comfortable.”

“It’s alright,” Jackson smiled, “although I’ve got to admit my shoulder is starting to get a little numb being rested upon.”

A quiet chuckle came from Mark as he walked past you both, “do you want to swap?” Y/N’s probably too asleep to even realise what’s going on around her right now.”

“I don’t want to risk her stirring,” Jackson quickly assured Mark.

“But you’re going to get hurt Jackson.”

Jackson’s head shook, “I’ll be able to wake my shoulder up in no time at all, the pain in my shoulder is nowhere near as bad as how tired Y/N was when she came here.”

“She’s not slept well recently,” Mark informed him, “honestly, it’s just nice to see her asleep for a while.”

“I can stay here for as long as she needs me to.”

“Thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

Jay B:

“What are you doing?” Jaebum asked as soon as he looked to his left and saw that Jinyoung was sat on the sofa with you beside him.

“I’m just helping Y/N out,” Jinyoung quickly explained to him, picking up on how annoyed Jaebum was straight away by his voice.

His brows furrowed as he noticed how content you were. “Why did you let Y/N sleep on you? Why didn’t you offer her a cushion instead?”

“Can you see any cushions round here?” Youngjae laughed as he interjected, “Y/N would break her neck without Jinyoung.”

Jaebum’s eyes glanced back at you both, still not quite able to get used to what he was seeing. “She better not get used to sleeping on you, she should sleep on me.”

“If you were here then she would’ve slept on you,” Jinyoung told him.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me she was tired?”

A roll of the eyes followed from Jinyoung, “because it’s easier to let Y/N rest on us rather than get yelled at by you for interrupting you whilst you’re busy at work.”

“When have I ever yelled?” Jaebum grinned, “you guys know that I’m always nice whenever I’m at work.”

“Shall we go back to all the times at the dorm?”

“Alright, I guess you’ve made your point.”

Jackson:

“Why’s Y/N asleep on you?” Jackson immediately asked as he walked into the dressing room to see you looking rather comfortably against Youngjae.

A shy smile formed on Youngjae’s face, hearing the disapproving tones in Jackson’s voice. “She was leaning this way for a while, and then went.”

Jackson scratched over the top of his head, unable to get mad as he noticed how content you seemed. “She just fell onto your shoulder?”

“Not exactly,” Youngjae frowned, “she was hanging on the edge of my shoulder so I put her on properly otherwise she’d end up hurting her neck.”

Jackson hummed back at him, trying his best not to get too agitated by what he saw. “I guess I should say thank you for that.”

“I know it’s not exactly what you want to see,” Youngjae sympathised.

“You’re definitely not wrong with that.”

The faintiest of chuckles came from Youngjae, “I promise that I’m doing nothing other than helping Y/N sleep, you can’t hate me for doing that, can you?”

“No,” Jackson huffed, “I don’t think I’ve ever hated you, although this might be the closest that I’ve come to feeling that way.”

“It’s because I’m as adorable as Y/N is, right?”

“You wish you were as adorable as Y/N.”

Jinyoung:

“You look cosy,” Jinyoung slightly joked as he walked in to see you fast asleep on Mark, not quite knowing how he wanted to react.

“I couldn’t move her when she laid down on me,” Mark immediately began to explain to him, “she was yawning nonstop beside me.”

Jinyoung nodded in reply as he took a seat opposite the two of you. “To be honest, she’s not exactly been sleeping well these past few nights.”

“I can tell,” Mark weakly smiled back to him, “I’m honestly just giving her a shoulder to rest on, that’s all.”

Mark could tell that Jinyoung wasn’t a huge fan of what he saw, but he was at least glad to see you asleep. “Your shoulder is probably killing right now.”

“It’s not too bad, luckily Y/N’s light,” Mark quietly chuckled.

“You hardly know she’s there, right?”

Mark quickly nodded in agreement with Jinyoung, “I can see why you constantly say how easy it is whenever Y/N falls asleep on you on the road.”

“I wish she was asleep on me now; it feels seeing her asleep on someone else,” Jinyoung admitted in reply.

“She’ll wake up soon, she’ll be all yours then.”

“I can’t wait for her to sleep on me.”

Youngjae:

“Is she alright?” Was the first question that Youngjae had for Jinyoung as soon as he saw that you’d decided to rest against him.

“I see, don’t ask how I am even though I’m being used as a pillow, just see how Y/N is straight away,” Jinyoung joked, shaking his head back at Youngjae.

A shrug came from Youngjae who fought back his laughter, “you’re not the one that I’m dating and therefore you’re not my priority right now.”

“Somehow I’ve ended up doing your job and let Y/N rest on me though,” Jinyoung pointed out to him.

A quiet snigger came from Youngjae in response, “Y/N will fall asleep on anyone, don’t think of yourself as special,” he smartly replied to him.

“What about if I just jolt her awake then?” Jinyoung offered.

“You can’t do that, Y/N’s resting.”

Jinyoung went to move but stopped himself at the last minute, “appreciate the fact that I’m doing your job for you, or I’ll wake Y/N up instead, your choice.”

“Alright,” Youngjae sighed, “you’re doing a great job of letting Y/N use you as a cushion for a little while.”

“You don’t sound too convincing there.”

“Jinyoung, I meant every word.”

BamBam:

“Well,” BamBam sighed as he walked into the dressing room to see you resting against Jaebum’s shoulder, your eyes tightly shut.

“Sorry,” Jaebum laughed back across at him, knowing exactly what it was that BamBam had noticed as soon as he walked into the room.

A shake of the head soon came from BamBam, “the only thing you should apologise for is looking too annoyingly cute with my girlfriend on you.”

“What?” Jaebum laughed, having to try hard to keep his voice quiet enough to make sure that he didn’t wake you up.

BamBam nodded at the puzzled look that was on Jaebum’s face. “She looks really peaceful, and your shoulders are so broad that they’re comfy to rest on too.”

“How do you know what my shoulders are like?” Jaebum asked.

“Look at you, it’s obvious they’re cosy.”

A snigger came from Jaebum as he realised that he was getting under BamBam’s skin. “I can always move if you want me to stop looking cuter with Y/N than you.”

“No one looks cuter with Y/N than me,” BamBam established, “all I said was that you two look pretty cute now.”

“You’re not doing a good job of playing this cool.”

“Really? I thought I was doing well.”

Yugyeom:

“What’s going on?” Yugyeom pouted as soon as he walked into the dressing room and saw you leant against BamBam’s shoulder.

“Y/N’s asleep, be quiet or you’ll wake her,” BamBam whispered, shushing Yugyeom as he awkwardly stood across the room and watched the two of you.

Yugyeom’s eyes narrowed in your direction, “why is she sleeping on you? Y/N shouldn’t be sleeping on you,” Yugyeom mumbled underneath his breath.

“She’s only resting on me,” BamBam tried to assure him, “there’s nothing bad going on, I’m just trying to be a good friend.”

Yugyeom’s head began to shake as he listened to BamBam, “you’re not being a good friend to me right now letting my girlfriend fall asleep on you and not wait for me.”

“Stop being so jealous and pull yourself together,” BamBam teased.

“Why are you being so mean to me now?”

A soft chuckle came from BamBam, “you’re pouting like a kid who got told they couldn’t get some sweets, all Y/N is doing is resting, do you really want to stop that?”

“I guess not,” Yugyeom murmured with a shrug, “but just so you know this is just a one-time thing for you.”

“I don’t plan on making a habit of it Gyeom.”

“I won’t let you make a habit of it either.”

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multiphandomunnies · 1 month

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got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

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spacequokka · 1 year

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MK.one

Prompt: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

You were vaguely aware of a door shutting. Bright light flicked on, followed by a gasp. “_____?”

“Ugh?” You responded to the call of your name even though you were half-asleep.

Brief silence, and then, “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” That voice. Your eyes popped open, and you looked over your bare shoulder at Mark. Phone in one hand, backpack in the other. Eyes as wide as yours.

“Yugyeom said you wouldn’t be home until after lunch and that I could crash here.” A pulse of pain made you drop your head back onto the pillow. “Could you kill the light, please?”

The room went dark again, though sunlight lined the heavy curtain over the window. There was shuffling in the dark as Mark presumably made his way around.

“It is after lunch,” he sighed. “But you can stay as long as you’d like.”

Tension drained from your body as sleep settled over you. “Thank you,” you sighed.

The bed dipped beside you as the pillow next to yours shifted. “No problem. You good with me here? I’ll be good.”

“Of course.”

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write-it-good-imagines · 4 months

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Nothing More(M) - Two

~5k words - please, enjoy!

I see you as a stranger but it’s different… I have those marks of love, my soul is hurt. Can’t you stay closer when the lights turn down, so that you’ll feel you don’t have me?

“Then what? You just casually claimed you’re fine to be her fuck buddy?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll have sex, at the expense of her telling you more about herself?”

“…yes.”

“You’re stupid.”

Jinyoung grabbed at the bridge of his nose before dropping down on the leather chair of the practice studio.

“I’m not?” Mark said with some sort of reinforced conviction, like that was his brightest accomplishment. “It’s pretty fair, if you ask me.”

“Fair?” Jinyoung repeated, leaning forward on top of his knees. “You know absolutely nothing about this girl, for which you are developing an unrequited affection.”

“I know things.”

“Like?”

Mark opened his mouth to answer but the words ceased to exist. With Jinyoung cocking his eyebrow and a half-mockery half-pitiful expression plastered on his face, Mark realized he really did not know much.

“She’s, uhm, a manager at Seoul Medical Private practice.”

Jinyoung nodded, as if prompting Mark to continue talking.

“And a part-time bartender.”

“Mhm. I suppose that’s it.”

“That’s it.”

A sigh escaped through Mark’s lips. “But isn’t this the whole point of casual sex? You don’t ask questions and you don’t seek answers.”

“Except you are doing both, one-sidedly.” Jinyoung rose from his seat to place a hand on Mark’s shoulder, not trying to mask the evident worry in his eyes. “You’re not that guy.”

Mark looked at the other, and ultimately away. The silence of his reflection in the studio mirror was interrupted by the other 5 members, crowding the room with their usual infectious cheerfulness. Before breaking away from Mark, Jinyoung patted him on the shoulder and pursed his lips into a small smile. “You’re not that guy”.

“Knock-knock,” Jonathan’s voice chirped before leaning his tall body against the doorframe of Samantha’s new office. “I like this room. It’s much more spacious and you finally have big windows. Think you can grow a plant in here?”

Samantha put her pen away after having signed a document. She smiled up at Jonathan. “What can I help you with, Doctor Williams?”

Jonathan took the liberty to look around the office, searching for something specific. It still was there, Samantha’s doctor coat, dropping from the hanger. “I have an interesting case, which I’ll probably definitely operate on.”

She knew where that was going. “And?”

Jonathan stopped by the hanger, tracing his fingers over the white ironed material. “And I want Doctor Stoss to scrub in with me.”

“I am not a neurosurgeon, last time I checked.”

“But you agree that you’re still a surgeon.”

Samantha looked back at the wooden surface of the desk, trying to busy herself with anything other than that discussion Jonathan knowingly started. “Then again, I was not a neurosurgeon”.

The man came over to the desk, prompting his hands on either side of it. He leaned closer to Samantha, forcing her to look up at him. “I have a 7-month-old pregnant woman with a tumor on her brain. I want the best OB-GYN resident in this hospital to scrub in with me and deliver the baby or keep the baby in safely.”

She looked away. Jonathan peeled a hand off from the desk to bring up to her chin, on a tender touch. “I will repeat that if you think you didn’t hear it clearly enough”.

“Jonathan, I’m not ready.” Samantha breathed shakily and had to close and squeeze her eyes in an attempt to keep that past incident away from surfacing violently. “I’m not ready.”

Jonathan let his hand slide further to caress the fragile skin of her cheek. “Let us help you. Let me help you. We all know that wasn’t on you.”

“What’s it to you?” Samantha opened her eyes to pierce into the other’s emerald ones. Jonathan jerked his head back in surprise, the contact between them breaking in response. The tip of his tongue wet the bottom lip and exhaled an exasperated sigh.

“It is that you chose that bastard over me. It also is that I loved you and I am beating myself up everyday you are not picking up the damn scalpel. I should have beat him much more than I did.”

“Jonathan—”

He pushed forward. “And now that you finally threw him out of your life, and a good part of your life for that matter, you keep away from me. I am still here.”

Samantha’s eyes were pacing back and forth between his features, his eyes, and his lips, as if trying to grasp the words he was speaking and put them together in such a manner that made sense. She looked at him with a look that was stuck somewhere between past and present, a look that let him know everything was a mistake. A look that also let him know there was no way to rewrite the past. And he wished he hadn’t seen that look.

“You don’t love me, Jonathan. I can’t have you trying to love two women at the same time. Not when one of them is just a ghost in your memory.”

He scoffed. Samantha did not let him speak. “You stopped loving me the moment I made my choice. And it’s okay. Because I don’t hold any grudge against you. Because you love Leena.”

Jonathan straightened his body and Samantha could not read his expression. “Let me go.”

“He killed that woman, Sam. He did. He was desperate to show off to the Chief.”

“Jonathan, I am not having this discussion—”

“You trusted him against your better judgement. You couldn’t have saved neither of them—”

“Jonathan, get out.”

The man lifted both his hands to signal he was giving up. “I can’t let you go, Sam. I just can’t. You’re losing yourself and you’re not picking up my hand. You used to take us by the hand.”

Samantha turned her chair away from Jonathan and fixated her eyes on a void point outside the window. Her brain triggered the moments she tried shoving away like skeletons in a closet. She wanted to desperately believe skeletons do not always come back.

“I assume we’re still meeting to go out tonight. We’re supposed to celebrate the new manager.”

The last thing she heard was the sound of the door slamming violently behind. Before a tear dropped loosely, Samantha thought about Mark.

In the fervent ruckus of practicing and perfecting their next concert, which was set to start in 6 days, the guys, drenched in sweat, with their ankles hurting after more than 5 continuous hours, decided to take a water break. Mark dropped to the ground, crossing his legs, and holding his body up with his arms. Before Jackson threw him a towel, Mark thought about Samantha. It had been a couple of days since they’d heard from one another.

“Hey, Mark,” Bambam chirped, a cheeky tone blatantly carrying his words “girlfriend’s calling.”

Mark’s head perked up almost instantly.

“She’s not his girlfriend.” Jinyoung breathed, pouring what was left of the water in the bottle on his head.

“I don’t think she’s not his girlfriend” Jackson joined in, throwing the shirt over his head.

“Could you stop making assumptions?” Mark jolted from his place, eager to try and put an early end to the teasing he was just about to receive. “I swear to God, if I am picking up this phone and you’ll be hovering over my shoulders, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

Youngjae placed his hands protectively over the threatened jewels. “Don’t hit hard?”

At that point, he gave up.

“Hey stranger.”

“Hey,” she answered on the other end of the line, with a slight delay. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you earlier.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fine. It’s quite actually none of my business.” Mark saw in the mirror the displeased expressions of Jackson and Jaebom, while Yugyeom and Bambam covered their mouths dramatically. ‘That’s bad’, Jackson mouthed to Jinyoung.

Against his expectations, Mark was met with silence on the other line. Suddenly, he felt awkward for the first time since meeting her. Mark never meant to sound accusative. If anything, he might have waited for her to text. “I mean, part of the deal, right?”

“…yeah.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean that. It’s just been a very long day.” A small pause, in tune with all the other members who seemed to have drawn in their breaths for what Mark would have said next. “I can use some good company. If you want to meet up?”

“Yeah, sure, sounds good to me.”

Mark was not convinced it sounded good to her. He cleared his throat. “So, uh, do you want to meet tonight?"

Another pause. “I cannot really meet tonight, I have surgery.” She heard his sharp gasp. “Not surgery on me, surgery on someone else. I’m, uh, a resident.”

“A resident? A surgical resident?” There was a collective gasp from all of the boys, accompanied by shocked faces staring at Mark in the mirror.

“You didn’t take me as the smart type, huh? I guess smart people don’t have fuck buddies after all.”

“No, that’s—”

“Listen, I have to go. For the record, I didn’t call to get you to bend me over the table. I… I wanted to see how you were doing. Bye.”

Mark did not have any chance to protest before the dial tone echoed in his ear. The phone slid away from his ear, intrigued initially, then a furrow between his eyebrows made him wonder what he did wrong for her to dismiss him like that.

“A surgical resident,” Jaebum repeated, gesturing with his hands like an orchestra conductor to calm down the overly excited group. “That’s cool.”

“Cool? That’s fucking insane. Do you think I could find an arrangement like yours?” Bambam blurted out and earned a smack on the head from the leader. Jinyoung followed Mark with his eyes. He sensed the uncertainty and the sliver of self-doubt oozing from the other. Just when he was about to say something, Jackson went over to start the music set, to rescue Mark from the dozens of questions he was about to receive, to which he held no answers. Jinyoung thanked him with a head dip.

Jonathan was cleaning his hands when the OR doors slid open. He couldn’t hide the evident shock on his face, not that it mattered. For all he knew, he wanted her to see the shock imprinted on his face.

“Don’t tell me.”

The shock deepened when he noticed she was dressed in surgical scrubs. Then a sly smirk on his face. “You look so hot dressed like this.”

Samantha kicked the water tank with her foot, choosing not to add any comment.

“I missed you.”

She gasped at the other’s confession. Her head tilted for her to look over her shoulder in the depth of his eyes. Coming to the OR was impulsive, an impulsive decision after Mark reiterated their arrangement. Samantha knew it sounded frivolous. Only then did she truly register the words Jonathan said to her. The memories, the hope, the dream. With all the disappointments they carried. Before she knew, she found herself in the OR.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I might push you against the wall and you’d lose the bet.”

“Doesn’t that make you the loser?” she retorted, a smirk stretching the corners of her lips. “I’m just observing, that’s it. There is already a GYN resident in there.”

Jonathan shook his hands lightly to dispose of the surplus of dripping water. He turned to her as he kicked the OR door open, and if Samantha did not know any better, she would say he was relieved of her presence. “Not if you kissed me first.”

Pacing was not Mark’s way of coping with things in general. For what sentiment he paced that evening, in the lobby hall of the hospital, he could not tell. No one likes hospitals in particular, but it wasn’t the hospital’s fervid smell of chlorine that provoked Mark’s pacing. It was Samantha’s sharp dismissal that stained his thoughts. And he didn’t care, or that’s what he kept trying to convince himself of. Jinyoung’s words popped in his mind yet again.

You’re not that guy.

When he braced himself to stop pacing, he approached the nurse’s station. “Hi, good evening. I am looking for Samantha…”

The awkward pause sneaked in. A woman whose last name he had no idea about, who was supposed to be his casual sex call.

“She’s a manager here at this hospital.”

“Oh, Doctor Stoss you meant. Yes, the surgery in OR 4 has just ended, she should be here any minute with Doctor Williams.”

Mark did not get enough time to thank the nurse when he got distracted by an electrifying sound he himself had caused before. His attention turned magnetically toward the source of the joyful laughter, only to be met by Doctor Jonathan Williams, with his hands in his jeans pockets. He was making Samantha laugh.

“Mark?” she turned to him in a blink, same way Jonathan turned to her.

“So you’re the Mark,” Jonathan said, faking one of his best smiles. Samantha was too taken aback to realize Jonathan was, in fact, a tad bothered by the other’s presence.

Mark quirked an eyebrow involuntarily at the other man. He was exactly as Samantha described him, tall, handsome, cocky. Trustful. And he knew about them two, which could have changed the situation. Complicate it.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here is all, Mark. I told you I had surgery.”

“Yeah, no, I heard, I wanted to make sure you were fine.” If it weren’t for his fingers numbing from his tightened grip around the Lindt chocolate box, he would have forgotten about them entirely. Mark extended his arm towards Samantha in a successful but unforeseen attempt to leave her speechless. It was Jonathan’s turn to cock an eyebrow.

“You shouldn’t have…” Samantha looked up at Jonathan. She was growing annoyed with his displeased antics. Not that Mark would know. “I am busy tonight, we’ll gather with Leena to celebrate, you know. Me.”

“Totally.” Mark nodded with a serene expression. “I will go. If we don’t see each other again before I go, it was nice enough seeing you like this, Doctor.”

There was something about his serene smile that tied a knot in Samantha’s stomach. In her imagination, Mark was not supposed to be that. He was not supposed to come looking for her, to bring her chocolate and call her endearingly on her title. He was not supposed to sketch a hue of pink across her face. Mark was supposed to sleep with her and forget about her.

“Go where? I wouldn’t say you are leaving,” Leena chimed in, allowing her curly hair to bounce freely against her short-sleeved shirt, “though we won’t force you to join us for drinks.”

“Ah, as much as I’d love to,” Mark replied, his eyes searching for Samantha once again, “I wasn’t invited. I’m not barging.”

“We’re inviting you now.” Jonathan cleared his throat and painted a puzzled expression on Samantha’s face. “You said so yourself, you would love to, would you not?”

Mark hesitated. He suddenly pondered over the fact that a fuck buddy would not meet the other’s friends.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to feel pressured by these two anyway.”

“No, I… I think I’d love to.”

Saturday night in a popular high-profile club in Seoul city could rival all levels of imagination. Stories that would go unknown for all eternity, on people who’d enter the club to enjoy, to fool around, to forget, on a busy dancefloor, with extravagant lights and liquor. Samantha’s cousin had one of the most sought-after clubs of the capital and on good merit. It hit Samantha that she never did face the other side of the bar counter. It had always been easier to be the one serving the poison than the one to drink it.

The reservation for Samantha’s group was made on a booth better shielded from the crowded center of the club. She waved a hand at the security guys outside and guided the four of them to their spot.

“Wow, I can’t believe I never came to this club,” said Jonathan with a newly discovered admiration for the place.

“Maybe your relationships would have been more successful.” Leena stuck his tongue out at him and the other rolled his eyes at her remark. Albeit hiding a smile behind the façade.

Mark guided Samantha to take her seat first and the latter offered a smile. She refused instead.

“I’ll go get the drinks because I am that cool and that fast. What would you like to have?”

Not long after Samantha disappeared in the nightly crowd, Mark took a seat somewhat cornered by the curious eyes of Samantha’s friends. One would say that, with all the public attention and the fame, he would get used to the squinting.

“So, you and Sam,” Jonathan begun, rolling the sleeves of his shirt as if preparing himself for some sort of a confrontation with the other man. “How’s it going?”

“Fine? I think.” He replied much less inconsistently than he would have hoped. Truth be told, he did not really know how to reply to such a question. The answer would have been straightforward for someone who sleeps with another person for fun but one does not consider verbalizing how such a relationship would ‘be’. When it is not even a relationship. “She’s amazing.”

“I bet she is.”

“Jonathan!” Leena smacked his shoulder. “Please forgive him, we have been friends since college, and he gets over-protective over her sometimes…”

Mark pondered over the girl’s words. If he would not want to be involved with Samantha, he wouldn’t mind about their arrangement. “It’s totally fine. I am a stranger who sleeps with your friend. Nothing more.”

The conversation was cut short by Samantha returning with the tray of drinks. After serving everyone, more out of habit than anything else, she seated herself beside Mark. “So, what did you two press Mark about?”

Jonathan raised both his eyebrows and his glass in a swift motion, to grab a solid gulp of his whiskey on the rocks. “Nothing in particular.”

“So, a surgeon, huh?” Mark took a hold of his dark beer to mimic Jonathan’s earlier gesture. “Can you do both? Management and save lives?”

Samantha looked down at her glass to swirl the straw around. Mark was not ill intended, and she also was not prepared to reveal too much about herself. She never planned to do so anyhow.

I want you to tell me about you in exchange.

“I took a step back from surgery for a while. It became a bit overwhelming. But I did not want to leave the hospital and the community, so I applied for a more ‘business’ like job. Now I am manager.”

“Today was just her first step coming back to surgery full time.” Jonathan smiled and shot a wink to Samantha’s direction.

Leena immediately became confused. “Surgery? You went into surgery today?”

Samantha looked over at Jonathan with a piercing look. Mark figured she had not revealed that to the other woman. “Jonathan told me he had a 7-month-old pregnant woman with a brain tumor. He came to me to ask me to scrub in. I just watched the fetal monitor, that’s all. Luckily, there was no need to step in.”

“Interesting,” concluded Leena to take a sip of her Margarita. “Samantha, can we have a word?”

Samantha looked over at Mark with an apologetic look. Guilt started building up that she purposely dragged him into her personal life. Mark raised his bottle once again, with his lips pursed into a silent surrender. It was flattering, in a way, that she honored her half of their agreement. With each word sent out into the world by the three of them, Mark’s curiosity blossomed. Perhaps more eager and too easily.

“So, how’s the sex?”

Mark choked on the beer. “I’m sorry?”

“Nah, I am just curious how a stranger in a bar got in her bed.”

Ah, thought Mark. Jonathan did not know.

“I am not entitled to tell you that.”

“Heroic.”

“You actually went into surgery? And you did not think to tell me, as well?”

Samantha looked at Leena. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen that mixture of hurt and betrayal on the other’s face. “It was impulsive. Johnny came to my office to tell me about his case, and then we sort of fought—”

“Why did you fight about?”

The moment Samantha put her hands on her hips, Leena knew. “Fought about you.”

“It’s not what you think—”

“He still hasn’t let go of you. Did you tell him that Mark is your fuck buddy?”

Silence. “I see. It’s not like you’re trying too hard to push him either.”

“Leena I don’t want him, I don’t love him. And he loves you. It’s quite visible with the naked eye.”

“It’s not when the moment you fuck another guy, he becomes all protective over a woman who is not even his to begin with!”

Leena stopped in her tracks, almost in disbelief that she let something out which she did not consider she would. Samantha grabbed her by the wrist to tug her through the crowd.

“What are you doing?” screamed Leena over the booming music.

“I am tired of being the middleman between you two fools. He is crushing so hard over you and as cocky and almighty you say he is, he is a coward. So, you’ll speak to him while I have sex in the back room. 30 minutes enough?”

By the time the girls returned to their booth, Leena had not been given the choice to ingest the newly divulged pieces of information. The two arrived in the evasive silence of the two men who could have prayed for a disaster to occur so that they’d escape the involuntary cage they’d been placed under.

“Leena has something to talk to you about Jonathan. So, while you two resolve your lover’s quarrel, I am going to steal Mark from this table.”

Mark extended his body upwards faster than he would have liked to and put his hands together in a silent apology. He threw one last look over his shoulder at the two surgeons and then had to concentrate on his feet to follow an apparently flustered Samantha. The woman guided the two into a room to the far back of the club.

A small room, still neatly decorated with a tall mirror, half a dozen lockers, and all the necessities an employee starting their shift would need. Samantha slammed the door behind them and locked it in an agile movement of the wrist. She prompted her body against the door to relieve a sigh.

“You know, against all odds, I like your friends.” Mark chuckled and took a couple of steps to seat himself on the closest chair. “A bit intense but they seem like genuine people.”

“You don’t say.”

The day had been full and heavy of unsettled emotions for Samantha. Rarely do plans turn out to be exactly how you imagine them. Samantha’s plan was to enjoy a managerial Saturday, having drinks and getting drunk in her favorite club, not reminiscent of the cold past but optimistic of the unexplored future. She could not find a plausible explanation of why she joined the surgery in the evening, of why she allowed Mark to enter a significant piece of her life in meeting her friends.

Only, she did know the explanation for all of the events. She joined in surgery because Jonathan was right. She allowed Mark to enter her life because he exceeded all her expectations of him, because, in a split of a moment, she acknowledged she wanted him to get to know her. To know the great OB-GYN resident that she was.

And this shattered the reality from under her feet.

He was supposed to be a tight hug that turned into sex. Nothing more.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Samantha did not realize when Mark stood up to enter her proximity. His hand found her cheek in a motion that was so natural he surprised himself of it.

She was supposed to be a tight hug that turned into sex. Nothing more.

“Yeah. I am tired of all these unrequited feelings and of all these unspoken memories and I just hope Jonathan lets me go already so he can be with Leena.”

Samantha smiled tiredly and leaned into Mark’s touch. He had a hunch that her confession held much more power than being about just her two friends. And he wanted to ask, the more he wanted to ask the more his heart picked up a beat in his chest.

“Huh, I think the only people who did not know they love each other are Jonathan and Leena.” He declared instead, locking his eyes with hers. Unbeknownst to him, his other hand gained a free will to intertwine with Samantha’s fingers. Mark wanted to stop. He wanted to stop his body from gravitating towards hers.

“Thanks for the chat,” Samantha laughed and ignored the burning in her chest and the buzzing in her head altogether. If she were drunk, she would have blamed it all on the alcohol, and she would have justified herself for the reason it was so scorching to look into Mark’s orbits.

Mark brought his head to rest against her shoulder and the sudden contact set her skin on fire. The devil on her shoulder wanted Mark to rip her shirt so he could touch her better.

“So, I promised Leena I’d get her 30 minutes to freely talk to Jonathan,” Samantha dismissed the dangerous thought to make space for dirty ones. Dirty ones that wouldn’t leave her longing in the morning. “Do you think we could give them that?”

“I…” Mark murmured and pushed himself away, his hand still protecting her cheek. “I want to kiss you, so, so bad.”

“What are you waiting for?”

I want to. And I can’t.

If I kiss you now, I am afraid I’ll fall in love with you.

Samantha untangled their fingers to reach up to his face. Tips of her fingers set ablaze.

Mark sighed and glued their foreheads together. Their noses were brushing against one another, and Samantha could feel each inspiration Mark took into his chest. “I cannot make love to you and leave the next day like I am the worst scum to have ever walked this Earth. I am not that guy.”

Samantha was not sure she understood the breathy words gliding out of Mark’s mouth. She was dazzled by the wording he chose.

“You aren’t making love to me Mark. We are having sex, it is just sex.”

A modest scoff carried Mark’s silhouette to wrap his arms around her frame. He felt Samantha’s body rigid in his embrace. Mark couldn’t let her see the disappointment nesting in his eyes. He couldn’t allow himself to believe in the disappointment nesting in his eyes. He went ahead and assumed a miscalculation. He had to set himself straight.

I guess it is just sex.

“Jonathan asked me how’s sex with you.”

Samantha’s chest deflated helplessly. The sudden hug and the hasty words made her afraid and nervous Mark would want to go on with his life, that he would put a stop to them. She did not want him to put a stop to them. “So? What’d you tell him?”

“Nothing.”

She furrowed her brows.

“But I am going to tell you how sex with you is.”

Mark pulled away from the hug to face her, resting his left hand against the door, the other prepared to do a demonstration on her body. Samantha could not tell how he was feeling, what he was thinking. He looked stoic.

“If I kiss you right here, behind the lobe of your ear,” Mark traced his index along her skin and Samantha felt like he could ignite it “you’ll gasp. Grab my hair and pull me into you.”

Mark’s words were even, collected. His eyes were glued to each piece of her body he was busy with. Reading her like an open book. “If I cup your breasts,” Mark ran the back of his finger over her clothed breast, a moan eluding from her lips “you’ll moan. Like you did just now.”

His hand travelled to her hip, tips of his fingers digging into the fabric of her trousers. She was unlucky it had such a thin texture. “If I grab you by your hips, this is the part where I usually slide myself inside you and you nip your fingers into my back. “

Mark brought his free hand to cusp her cheek and prompt her to look at him. By all means, Samantha was expecting to recognize anything comparable to lust, carnality. What she found instead was a stubborn tenderness that was a stranger to simply having sex.

I want to make love to you.

“Mark?” she whispered when he didn’t move.

“Will you be mad at me if we don’t have sex tonight, princess?” he stated, loosening his clasp on her hip, but caressing her cheek with his other thumb. “I am tired and I left Milo alone too much.”

Against her will, Samantha let out a whimper. Mark took her entire essence and played with it in his hands, reassembling it at his will in mere minutes. In such a short period, Mark took his time to memorize her characteristics, her reactions, and her feelings. Mark took his time to make an effort on how to please her. He never did what Mark did.

I don’t want you to go, Mark.

“Sure, absolutely. I understand.” She nodded, placing her hand above his. “When are you, uhm… when are you flying out?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“When will you be back?”

Why would I want to know?

Mark chuckled and admired her for a moment. He was aware he was leaving her hot and bothered. He did not assume for a moment that she was inquiring for any other reason.

God are you beautiful.

“It’s going to be three long weeks, give or take. You’re going to have to find a replacement for me.”

I hope you don’t find a replacement for me.

Samantha giggled. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

The phone in Mark’s pocket buzzed up with messages. He wanted to pull away, but Samantha kept his hand in place. “Kiss me goodbye at least?”

The night highway was chasing pointlessly after the black van, transporting Mark and his group to the airport. Mark’s eyes were aimed at the blurry lights, the hues of orange and red cutting through the depth of the sky. He pulled over the hood of his sweatshirt and checked his phone. Still devoid of any messages.

Jinyoung was chatting with the others when he noticed abruptly Mark did not join the lively discussion. He stealthily excused himself from the group, with a little help from Jackson to keep the others at bay from questioning too much.

“Hey,” Jinyoung plopped himself into the seat next to Mark. The latter snapped from the whirlwind of his thoughts.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I think you should tell me what’s up, Mark.”

Mark laughed and turned his body towards the other. “That obvious?”

“A bit.” Jinyoung agreed. “Have you heard from her yet?”

The other shrugged his shoulders. “Nope. We didn’t, you know, do anything. We just went out with her friends. Intense guys, lucky me I have a bit of training from y’all.”

“But?” Jinyoung questioned, still leaving Mark to his own pace. “She must’ve been a bit disappointed you never did anything.”

Mark tilted his head to look out the window. He wished his thoughts would blurry like the reality on the highway. “Yeah, she must’ve been.”

“And you? Were you expecting anything to happen? Did you kiss her, I don’t know, goodbye?”

Mark was a bit shocked by her request. Still, against his better judgement, he drew in closer, to seal the distance between their lips. “You are irresistible, you know that?”

Jinyoung just knew something was bothering Mark. Maybe regret, or maybe repentance.

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Hey there I have some got7 scenarios/reactions that I'd love to see you do... How would they approach someone they are interested in at a house party?

hey anon! i decided to use the term crush in place of 'someone they're interested in,' i hope that's okay. i actually like this scenario a lot but i wasn't completely sure what to write, so here's my attempt 👀 also sorry for the wait, i was stumped so it did take me a bit to be creative and complete the request :3 enjoy!

how got7 would approach their crush at a party

warnings: cursing, fighting (in jayb's), flirting, terrible pickup lines (jackson 👀), not proofread bcs i'm tired af

jayb

jaebeom probably wouldn't even approach you - he'd be subtly watching bcs he just adores you sm. subtle until he notices a guy getting too close and you seeming uncomfortable. he makes his way to you and pulls the whole "babe, is this guy bothering you?" and you play along until the guy grows frustrated and calls you names, which is when jb throws hands (fists). after he defends you and leaves the guy slumped on the ground, you're actually the one who asks for his number.

mark

mark would probably be really straight forward. sumn like "hey, you're cute, could i get your number?" but in the least creepy way possible. you can't help but say yes - he's so fcking cute omg and he texts you as soon as he gets home from the party to make sure you get home safely

jackson

jackson would be so extra ong. he'd slide in with the horribly tacky pickup lines but it still gives you butterflies. something like "hey, what's your name?" "y/n, why?" "oh, i could've sworn it was mine." so cheesy but so fcking cute bcs its jackson anywhores y'all exchange numbers after flirting a bit and that's how it goes down :D

jinyoung

jinyoung would definitely be the most smooth - you couldn't even tell if he's nervous (he is). he approaches you with a slight smile to appear friendly (rbf fr) and sits next to you and your friend on the sofa. he attempts to make small talk and by the end of the night, you both share a few drinks and exchange numbers.

youngjae

youngjae seems like a pretty shy person irl esp around people he doesn't really know so he'd have to be comfortable with you to approach you - and you have to be alone bcs he's afraid of messing up around you, much less your friends or other strangers 🥺 he'd probably ask for your number so you could plan a hangout at some point (not a date, he wouldn't be that straightforward)

bambam

i take back what i said about jinyoung - bam is def the most smooth with all that flirting he does, and that's definitely what he does with you. mans waltzes right up to you and starts flirting (so extra pls) he'd def ask for your number and plan out a date on the spot 😩

yugyeom

bb would prob try to act so confident but be vv nervous :3 mans does not have enough experience with dating despite his constant flirting smh... probably stutters a bit but ultimately plays it cool. you end up giving him your number bcs he's just so cute!!

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 smut #got7 imagines #jaebum #jaebeom #im jaeboem #jb #jayb #mark tuan #jackson wang #park jinyoung #jinyoung #youngjae #choi youngjae #bambam #yugyeom #kim yugyeom

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kgyeomiex · 4 months

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Distraction (M)

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking towards me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

JYP has announced a new girl group in the company and you happened to be one of the members. The moment you signed in, that was the moment you were hoping to just focus on music and your career, but something gets in the way. A massive love triangle is what causes a bumpy road for you and your future.

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 //

Part 9 is here~

Masterlist

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Regardless of what you say, you will always get distracted by these boys. Jaebum and Mark tend to show up out of nowhere when you try your hardest to focus on your music...

A normal person would stand by their group and show their devotion and full attention to the music however in your case it’s different...

“Y/N, I was hoping I would bump into you,” Mark says, smiling right at you.

Right now, your brain was telling you to get away and focus on the big day but for some reason, your feet weren't moving.

“M-mark, what’s up?” Why did you just stutter... Great not only is your body ignoring your command, but now you can’t even speak to the boy.

“I don’t know if you’re busy, but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get lunch with me... Just me,” Mark wanted to go eat with you? How on earth can you say no to that?

Even though you knew you should reject his kind gesture you just spoke without really thinking about your answer.

“Sure,” as soon as you said that you realized what you said, and you tried your hardest to smile instead of showing your shocked face.

Shit...

“Perfect... I just need to return this to Yugyeom but if you’d like you can meet me in the front,” Mark suggests, and instead of saying anything you nodded your head and continued to smile.

Okay clearly speaking wasn’t helping you out... Instead, it was making things more complicated for you.

“Great, I’ll see you soon,” Mark smiles and takes off.

Instead of even moving you stood there frozen trying to figure out what your plan was... Just a second ago you were talking about devoting all your attention to your career and not on boys. Crazy how your mindset was so quick to change...

Okay... Look at the situation this way. Mark and you were probably just going to eat and then from there split off in your directions.

Hopefully after spending some time with Mark, you can then focus on your music and less on boys....

Yeah... That sounds like a good idea. Will it work? To be honest I have no idea, but a girl can hope and dream.

“Jackson did what?” You couldn't help but laugh as Mark was trying to explain how Jackson ended up kissing Jaebum on the lips.

“It was by accident though... Just know that in interviews they will make you do unexpected things like where you have to pass papers around to other members by only using your lips...” You’ve always seen other idols do that and to be honest you always wanted to try it but at the same time no...

“Have you had an incident where you accidentally kissed one of your members?” You asked Mark as you reached in for your drink. He silently thought to himself and then looked at you.

“Okay maybe once or twice... But the whole purpose of the game is to prevent the paper from falling... The paper that these people write is horrible material and always ends up falling at the end,” you smiled, and then a question popped into your head.

“So, Mark tells me, who’s a better kisser?” You asked Mark teasing him and he laughed.

“It’s not like that,” the two of you suddenly began to laugh.

“Even if I did accidentally kiss one of the boys, I didn’t enjoy any of them,” Mark defended himself and you just smiled.

“Sure...”

Sitting in front of Mark and having lunch with him wasn’t bad. The two of you were just spending time with one another and laughing, you know what friends do.

“Hey Y/N... I know this is random, but I have a question,” Mark says, and before you could answer you grabbed a napkin and wiped your mouth before replying.

“What’s up?” You asked as soon as you finished chewing.

“I know I probably shouldn't ask a question like this, but I can’t help but be curious...” At first, you were confused. What kind of question was Mark planning to ask you but then you had an idea... It’s probably going to involve what happened back at the studio when you were being put on the spot in front of everyone.

“Ask away,” you had an idea of what this question was going to be, and even though you weren’t ready to answer you had to face it eventually.

“Do Jaebum and you possibly have a secret relationship?” Mark asks, looking directly at you.

Well, that was straightforward... There is nothing to hide because Jaebum and you aren’t even dating or anything. When you told the boys back at the studio that you don’t have a relationship with Jaebum or Mark you were serious about it.

The answer would be beyond different if the boys were to ask what your feelings towards them but since they didn’t you are fine.

“No Jaebum and I are just friends,” you said as you looked into Mark’s eyes, so he knew you were telling the truth.

“That’s good to hear,” you were about to ask him why but then suddenly a memory replayed in your head...

For a second you almost forgot that Mark confessed he liked you... You looked down at your plate of food and tried your hardest to contain your smile.

Eventually, silence appeared and the two of you were now sitting there eating not saying a single word to one another...

So were you two planning to stay quiet now...

“M-”

“Y-”

The both of you stopped talking and just smiled.

Things were starting to become complicated... After talking to Sana and hearing her advice you looked at Mark and then back at your food. You came to JYP to live your dreams, not look for boys...

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You remember reading an article where DAY6 had 6 members in the beginning, but someone was kicked out after JYP found out he had a girlfriend.

If you continue to allow your feelings to get in the way you will get kicked out of the company before you can live your dreams.

“What do your plans consist of tomorrow?” Marks asks and you suddenly begin to move your food around not wanting to eat.

“Um well, tomorrow we will have our debut showcase. Then we have photoshoots and interviews so tomorrow will be a very busy day.” In the past couple of days, you have had a chance to spend time with the boys which led you to catch feelings for them... But after today you were going to be busy.

Maybe being busy was going to be a good thing. You weren’t going to have the urge to want to spend time with Jaebum and Mark... Maybe you’ll even get over this crush of yours.

“So will I not be able to see you?” Mark suddenly asks and at that moment the both of you make eye contact.

“I’m not sure....”

Comments like this made it hard to forget why you liked him.

“Well... I enjoyed this lunch, but I think it’s time for me to head back and practice until my feet fall off,” you said dramatically, and Mark smiled.

“Don’t overwork yourself, you do have a busy day head,”

You got up from your seat, grabbed your tray, and left while you could...

Comments like this make it hard for you to just “forget” you have a crush on Mark. He was sweet and considerate.

But sometimes you must sacrifice something for something else... When you look at things it's either you choose your dreams or some boy...

Dance practice was going well; however, you would be lying if you were to say you were distracted even if it was the slightest. What was worse about all of this was that you couldn’t talk to your members about it.

You were trying everything you could to ignore your thinking about Mark and focus on what was important... Tomorrow and your busy schedule.

“Okay everyone let’s take 5,” your leader says as she tries to catch her breath.

You all agreed. You walked over to a wall and instantly sat down.

“Y/N!” You looked over and noticed your bandmate Daeun sitting beside you.

“You know although we live together and practice, I feel like I haven’t spoken to you in forever,” it was true but so much has been going on. . .

“I know. But I mean with this debut coming up we’ve all been tired and busy,” you said, and she nodded her head.

She grabs her water bottle and looks at you.

“I know it’s none of my business but lately I noticed you’ve been looking pretty distracted, is everything alright?” You looked at her and began to contemplate with yourself.

Should you open up to Daeun about your situation or keep it to yourself?

You didn’t mean to keep secrets to any of your bandmates, but to be fair you weren’t close to them. Also, this included something that could involve a scandal if you don’t play your cards right and this can affect everyone.

You wouldn’t know how Daeun would feel if you told her about both Mark and Jaebum and how you may like them. . .

“I have been distracted, but it’s nothing concerning. . . Just worried about failing and disappointing everyone around me,” you decided to keep it vague and simple with your explanation.

“Well, girl you have nothing to worry about. Honestly, one thing I always tell myself and I will share with you is that there is no need to stress about the small things. Life has a way of figuring things out, everything happens for a reason.” Daeun says and you nod your head.

“But what if. . .You know something you want to do can affect others around you . . .”

After blurting that out, Daeun looked slightly concerned but instead of asking me what was up, she shrugged.

“Well, only you know what’s best for you. Sometimes you must be selfish and take the risk to make yourself happy before others.” You were surprised to hear advice like this from Daeun, but she was right.

Min-Seo suddenly called everyone back up and we continued to practice. . . After speaking to Daeun, you felt a little less distracted. . .

Everything happens for a reason, right?

You weren’t expecting any of this to take place. You were stuck in a weird position.

When you auditioned to become an idol and even got ACCEPTED you were so happy words could not describe the feeling you felt. You felt speechless, you felt like this was either a mistake or they were probably confusing you with someone else or you felt like you were dreaming...

You remember before your auditions you slept so little to make sure that your routine for your audition went well.

Now here you are about to debut but now you are distracting yourself.

Instead, you are here suddenly getting swayed by boys in this company.

It wouldn’t be much of an issue if JYP didn’t have the dating ban... But if you want to continue being an idol you have to literally push off your feelings and maybe even stop talking to them.

You have worked way too hard to get where you are now. On top of that, you began to recall all the stressful moments you had to endure while training. The harsh criticism you would receive, the whiplash attitude your coaches would give, and the overwhelming feeling you had to deal with...

Honestly, training was probably one of the hardest times you have ever experienced. Back in the dorm, you remember calling your mom and breaking down. You remember the number of times you considered quitting and going to a new root, but you didn’t allow yourself to quit.

Instead, you put on your big girl pants and knew you were going to debut sooner or later.

You worked too hard to suddenly throw all of this away.

Usually, dilemmas like this were a no-brainer but as you began to think.... What if you never feel this way with anyone else you ever meet?

You knew that this was probably just an excuse to avoid letting go of the person you were starting to like...

Were you really going to throw away something you worked so hard for over a guy?

Thinking of Mark was not helping... And weirdly enough you caught yourself even thinking about Jaebum.

You got back on your feet and shook your head.

Now it’s time to focus on what’s important.

After rehearsing the rest of the members were ready to call it a night to head back to the dorm and relax before the big day. However, due to all the distractions you have been experiencing, you decided to stay back to rehearse for an hour or two to make sure you got everything set for tomorrow.

After practicing the main track dance, you felt yourself out of breath. You sat on the floor and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“You got this!” you told yourself trying to tell yourself words of encouragement.

You can’t keep distracting yourself with the thought of these beautiful men. You worked way too hard to be where you are now... How are you going to let that escape through your fingers with just one minor mistake?

You got up and you heard your phone make a noise.

You walked over to your phone and picked it up.

To be honest you were expecting it to be one of your members telling you to head home and rest up for the big day but no...

The person who was texting you at 11 pm was Jaebum.

I heard you were still in the company, so I decided to come by and take you home :)

This text brought mixed feelings. One side of you was happy to receive a text from one of the boys themselves because, to be honest, you enjoyed having a conversation with them. HOWEVER, this is the type of distraction you were trying to avoid.

You brushed your fingers through your hair removing the hair from your face and took a deep breath.

Okay. . . What if you agree for Jaebum to walk you back to the dorm for one last time? That way once you debut you can forget about your friendship with the boys and look at the bigger picture. YEAH!

You texted Jaebum agreeing to his gesture and then put our phone to the side.

Let’s just practice one more time before you call it quits.

As you were dancing the last chorus you suddenly noticed a shadow creeping up by the dance studio door. You were going to stop to look back, but you couldn’t afford distraction. You assumed it was Jaebum so instead of looking back you continued to dance and lip sync not trying to miss a beat.

As you were on the floor doing a dance move, you noticed Jaebum walking in and then looked away looking at yourself in the mirror instead.

FOCUS.

Look at the bigger picture.

You continued to perform as if you were standing on stage in front of a big crowd, but you were tempted to look over and look at Jaebum.

Fortunately, the song was coming to an end.

As you were finishing the last set of dance moves, you posed as the music came to an end and you could hear Jaebum cheering.

You looked over and smiled.

You wanted to say something, but you needed to catch your breath.

Jaebum noticed how tired you were after that last dance, and he noticed your water bottle close by the dance studio window. He grabbed the water bottle, walked over to you and you looked at him.

“Thank you,” you grabbed onto the water bottle and then took a sip before you continued to talk to Jaebum.

After taking a sip, you looked at him.

“What brings you to the studio, shouldn’t you be home?” You asked him and he shrugged.

“We finished early with recordings, and I was told that you were still in the dance studio so I came to make an appearance.” you couldn’t lie you felt your heart warm up a little at the thought of Jaebum staying here to see you.

No.... You don’t like him. . . You think.

As you walked over to your bag you said “You didn’t have to stay, you could have gone home and rested. I’m sure you had a busy day,”

Jaebum shrugged and smiled.

“Waiting for you was no problem. . . I was hoping I had a chance to see you today,” as those words came out of Jaebum's mouth you looked over at him and couldn’t help but smile.

Comments like this are not helping whatsoever.

Sometimes you get curious and wonder if Jaebum was interested in you as a woman but then again maybe it’s better if you don’t know the answer to that.

Your brain and your feelings are in a complete battle. What the hell are you supposed to do?

You realized you were so lost in your thoughts you haven’t responded to Jaebum.

“Ah so you just wanted me to bug you more, well your wish is my command,” you teased Jaebum, and he laughed.

You couldn’t risk being flirtatious with Jaebum. You don’t know what kind of outcome comes with and right about now you didn’t want to put yourself in any kind of predicament. Now that you were trying your hardest to stay on the right path you knew you just had to friend-zone the man.

“What can I say, life becomes a little bit more exciting when I am with you,” Jaebum blurts out, and after hearing that you instantly avoid eye contact.

Oh no... He is making it harder and harder to not like.

“Sometimes I wonder if becoming an idol is worth all this trouble,” you confessed to Jaebum as you two strolled along the street side by side.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean the restriction we have when becoming an idol. We have to put up this facade to keep fans happy. We have to give them this illusion that we are perfect and happy all the time when in reality we are human like the rest of them. . .” You weren’t even an idol yet, but you already started to feel like the fame life was going to be harder than most people realize.

Right now, you seemed conflicted just because tomorrow was the big day. Although you haven’t been friends with Jaebum and Mark for that long, it’s felt like so much has been going on and you haven’t been keeping your eyes on the prize.

“I know what you mean, I think it’s normal for anyone to have that kind of thought. But in the end, you always think and look at the bigger picture. What do you want?”Jaebum asks you and you look at him.

“I really want to make sure tomorrow is a complete success. I didn’t go through blood sweat and tears getting criticized left and right just not to debut at the end. You know?”After getting advice from different people, you suddenly decided to make a decision.

It was now time to put your foot down. Although the past couple of days you have enjoyed the presence of both Jaebum and Mark, you knew it had to come to an end.

Well, you didn’t have to cut them off completely, but boundaries had to be made and you knew that you had to avoid ever letting things get deeper for example your feelings for each of them.

Bzzz

You opened your eyes, and you looked up at the ceiling.

For some reason, it felt like you didn’t sleep at all. The moment you got home you had a hard time falling asleep. You were so nervous yet excited about your showcase today. . .

The day had officially arrived. You were finally going to debut and make a name for yourself.

You sat up and felt a mix of emotions.

Today is going to be a good day. You weren’t going to let anything get in your way.

Just as you were planning to get up from the bed you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Min-See opens the door and peeks her head through the door.

“Y/N are you awake?” she must have heard your alarm but hasn’t seen you step out of your room.

“I’m awake,” you told her, and she smiled.

You could see how worried she appeared to be. You couldn’t blame her; the feeling was mutual. Although to be fair you all should be confident for today’s showcase, especially with the amount of practice you guys had.

Day’s like today you couldn’t afford any kind of distraction. You walked over to your mirror and took one look at yourself. Right about now it was time for a pep talk.

Today is the big day. After all the rejections, all the struggles, and all of the hard work you put in, today was the day you were going to finally show what you have been working hard on. Today was the day you could finally show your mom that all those tears you shed during the process were worth it at the end of the day.

However, it seemed like in the back of your head you had a slight fear appearing making you think about the what if. What if your debut isn’t as successful as you were hoping? What if people don’t find interest in your group? What if this love triangle you seem to be in becomes far harder than it has been?

You could feel your mind filled with so many different thoughts, but you were trying your hardest to keep yourself together. This is fear talking.

Today was a big day for your group and you and you weren’t going to let anyone take that away from you.

As you were in the dressing room getting your makeup done, you were thinking about the lyrics to your own song and the choreography over and over. Today was the day you couldn’t afford any kind of mistake.

The makeup artist instructs you to close your eyes and begins to apply eyeshadow. Suddenly you hear the door open and the staff in your room saying hello to whoever came through the doors. Without thinking twice, you opened your eyes and there you see Mark walking in with a basket in his hand.

Seeing Mark gave you mixed feelings. One side of you was happy to see the fact that Mark cleared his busy schedule just to come down here and wish you luck. . . Like, let’s be honest what kind of guy does that? And then the other side of you isn’t very happy to see Mark just because you knew he could be a big distraction... Can you see the dilemma?

“Mark?” Your makeup artist pulled away from doing your makeup and smiled.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to talk to your friend,”

You thanked your makeup artist and then continued to look at Mark.

“Surprise,” he says as he approaches you with the basket in his hand.

“Surprise is right. . . What brings you down here?” You asked him and just as Mark was about to speak up, he was cut off when someone else walked through the door.

Another person you weren’t expecting to see was right there in front of you. Of course... Jaebum also made an appearance.

What the hell do you do now?

To Be Continued...

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 4: Brat Taming W/ Mark

Post Date: 4th December 2022 Content: Smut - GOT7 Mark x Reader WC: 1.2K TW?: Brat Taming/ Dom!Mark/ Sub!Reader/ Choking/ Spanking/ Foreplay Summary: It’s the season to behave...or not. It didn’t take a lot for Mark to switch when you tested his patience over Christmas party planning.

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

“Right, we need x amount of of this particular party food for the vegetarians and vegans that may join the party, we can’t be leaving them out,” Mark mumbles to himself, scribbling on a piece of paper that you assumed to be a list.

A party that you dropped on Mark around your friends a few weeks ago, proposing that you’ll have a Christmas party at your place. And now Mark was stuck organising it because he wants you to be happy but you were being less than helpful.

Hanging over him, you’re playing with his brunette locks, braiding them before letting them loose, paying more attention to that than the actual task of planning.

“Baby, are you going to help me plan your party or not?” his voice sharpens the second your lips connect to his lips, fighting the pleasure in frustration that he doesn’t want to be planning this alone.

“I am helping,” you giggle against his neck, pulling the pen out of his hand as you decide to take a seat on his lap facing away from him, picking up the pen to doodle in the corner of the piece of paper.

Mark throws his head back in frustration, lifting you off of his lap as you pout at him, trying to stifle a little giggle at how he’s acting, you just wanted to be a little tease but he seriously wasn’t in the mood.

Briefly looking at the piece of paper that barely had anything on it, he decides to leave it for now, looking at the box of decorations in the corner of the room, “I’m just going to start decorating instead”.

Picking up the box, he disappears into the living room and you follow behind slowly, a smirk plastered on your lips as you tried to be as quiet as possible, watching him go through the decorations and organise them into piles.

Once the piles were sorted, he looks into the corner of the room where it would be the perfect place to put the tree, tapping his head in confusion about where he had put the tree after the year before.

“The tree’s in the attic,” you gently point out, taking a seat on the couch, out of the way as he goes to retrieve it, coming back with a bigger box not even five minutes later.

Just as he was about to set it up, you decide that it was a perfect idea to get in his way, stripping down to your strappy crop top and shorts pulled up to reveal the bottom of your ass cheeks, trying to deter his attention away from the tree.

“Will you stop getting in the way?” Mark sighs in frustration, gently picking you up to place you back onto the coach, but you pull on his shirt collar, pulling him to give him a kiss on the lips.

Happily, to return it, he smiled into the kiss, your lips gently colliding as he pulls away seconds later, leaving you to go back to sorting the tree, but you just weren’t liking how little attention you were getting.

Getting back up to your feet, you start going through the piles of decorations, picking them up and rushing to the tree to decorate it even though he has barely put it together.

“Baby, the tree isn’t even up yet, can you wait?” Mark giggles, finding it cute, thinking you were just getting excited to decorate as you rush ot grab a few more ornaments, getting in his way again.

Standing right in front of him as he attempts to put the rest of the tree together, you press yourself right up against him, wiggling your ass on his crotch as you bend over slightly to add the decoration to the tree.

Mark hisses, pulling away from you but you just insist on teasing him, trying to distract him from decorating. And it gets to the point where his patience was wearing thin with you.

The next time you attempted to tease him, brushing his semi-hard cock through his joggers, he grabs you by the throat, pulling you back against his body, hissing in your ear as he nips at your ear lobe, “You’re such a brat, you know that?”.

You didn’t react to him, smirking as you knew he couldn’t see your face as his grip tightens around your throat, breathing heavily into your ear which sends shivers down your spine. His tone of voice should’ve been enough to make you behave but you just weren’t giving up until you had gotten what you wanted.

Wiggling your ass on him once again with a giggle falling from your lips, Mark directs you over to the couch, bending you over the arm of it, your ass full in his view.

He yanks the fabric down to sit around your thighs, your ass exposed to him, decorated with his favourite pretty little thong that you’d always wear when you wanted to please him.

“Oh you slut,” he hisses again through gritted teeth, pulling at the string of your thong, releasing it so it snapped against your bare skin, making you yelp into the pillow that you’ve taken hold of.

He’s barely touching you and he could see you soak through the fabric, scoffing to himself as he uses a finger to caress your cunt through the fabric, making you whimper, satisfied that you were finally getting something. But of course, he wasn’t going to give in to you that easily.

Watching you grip hard onto the pillow, makes contact and light, barely touching you as his finger trails up to your ass cheek, caressing it before creating a bright red handprint after slapping it hard, making your ass jiggle.

“Little brats don’t get what they want so easily,” he teases with a seductive tone in his voice, sending another strike down on your ass but the other cheek, creating a matching hand print as the skin rises in bright red.

A little whine escapes you as you try to wiggle your ass at him, trying to invite him to do more but he just laughs at your pathetic attempt.

You start to think you’re getting somewhere when the fabric that covers your core is removed, the cool air making you shiver as it brushes over your warm and wet core, your thong meeting your shorts around your thighs.

Mark teases a finger through your folds, making you jump slightly at the contact as you hold the pillow against your face to muffle the whimpers that fall out.

The tip of his finger circles your clit, making shapes on it as your clench around nothing, your slickened core sore for attention as you make your lewd sounds more audible, lifting your head up from the pillow.

“I need you,” the breathless whimper leaves your lips as he stops the second you speak, his finger just sitting right on your clit.

“Naughty little brats don’t get to speak unless spoken to, you got it?” Mark growls, pressing his finger against your clit harshly as he moves it ever so slowly, watching you nod, wanting to protest, “Be good for me, and you’ll eventually get what you want, princess”.

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markie-baby · 3 months

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Not a request 💀 why do you only write for Mark Tuan 😭😭😭

BECAUSE I CAN'T FUCKING HELP MYSELF. LOOK AT HIM. ⭐

MEETING HIM HAS ONLY WORSENED MY CONDITION.

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A FUCKING CREATIVE INDIVIDUAL

A FUCKING ROCKST☆R

I'm just too whipped yall.

***also, I don't ONLY write for him, just haven't any requests to do anyone else! The h0es know where to go>>> Requestssss

#got7 #got7 mark #igot7 #kpop #mark tuan #got7 yugyeom #got7 jackson #got7 jb #got7 bambam #got7 youngjae #got7 jinyoung #got7 smut #got7 scenarios

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daemour · 2 years

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Got7 Senarios when you call him by his first name

Basically, you call him (your husband/boyfriend) by his first name instead of a nickname//pet name when y’all dating. I saw this trend on youtube and thought it was cute lol

Warnings: only cursing lol

Jaebeom

He doesn’t really care tbh but if u just say “Jaebeom-ah/Jaebeom” without any honourifics if ur younger or smth he will give you

The Glare™

He’s reading when you call him by just his name

He doesn’t look up at first

Willing to give u another chance

“Hey Jaebeom-ah. Did you hear me? Can you pass me the pillow?”

He sets his book down and now

You must

Run

You giggle and dodge his outreached hands

But to no avail

He traps u in a bear hug and starts puffing his hot breath onto your cheeks and blowing raspberries

He won’t let u go until u apologise and then he pecks u on the cheek

And returns to his book cus he was at a good part before u so rudely interrupted him

Mark

Mark really doesn’t give a shit lol

You could say “hey banana face” and he’d just go “yeah what's up orange head”

No amount of teasing will get him to cave and get annoyed

Though if you call him bro be prepared to be ignored for a solid three hours

He refuses to be bro-zoned

You end up apologising and giving him snacks before he cracks and smiles at you

Jackson

If you call him Jackson instead of Jacks, babe, love, baobei, darling, or any of the five thousand nicknames he gave himself he will die of sadness

No i'm not joking

He will collapse on the floor, clutching his chest

Crying to the gods about how the love of his life has betrayed him and doesnt love him and he will now die alone

It takes you about five seconds to be either tired of his shit or pretending you’re not giggling

“My darling hates me, they called me Jackson what have i done to deserve this punishment????”

You try to hoist him up off the ground but he refuses to budge and just clutches at your arms and sobs hysterically

Jackson will not get up until you apologise, give him a kiss or ten, and call him every single one of your nicknames for him

He's a pain but you love him you guess

Jinyoung

This bitch

Jinyoung will play your game right back at you

“Jinyoung, can you get me a drink?” “Yeah, sure (L/N), what do you need?”

You try not to be bothered cus you started it first but

God damn you miss him calling you honey

Even though it’s been like two seconds

Can you tell i’m whipped for this man

You start trailing him around and poking at him and trying to get his attention

“(L/N), please stop poking me, I’m trying to clean up”

You pout and Jinyoung has to stick his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing at you

You really tried to beat his man at his own game lol

In the end u pretend to cry and Jinyoung finally breaks, laughing and wrapping you up in his arms

Cus while he may be a petty ass bitch he also is too soft for u so he wraps u in a hug and peppers kisses over ur face

Can this actually happen pls God

“Sorry for bamboozling you…(L/N)”

U poke him

Youngjae

This babie

Frowns“What happened? Everything okay, babe?”

You repeat yourself “Youngjae can you make dinner tonight? I’m going out.”

Youngjae spins around in his chair, even pausing his game and pouting up at you

“Yeah…but are you doing okay though?”

You try not to melt at his adorableness but a snort escapes you

And then youngjae is hit with realisation

“Ah. Yeah, I can make dinner (Y/N)”

Except u two suck at keeping a straight face and just start giggling

“You scared me babe”

“Lol uve been bamboozled”

You end up playing games together and he beats ur ass

BamBam

You have to pull out the Kunpimook for this one

The word barely leaves your mouth when Bam is already staring at you like u grew a second head

“What did you call me?”

“Kunpimook Bhuwakul, you know, your name”

“No my name is Bammie try again”

He doesn’t respond to you at all until you finally sigh and call him Bammie

Then he smiles and responds and you laugh

“Dude you always ruin my pranks”

“Lol i spend just as much time on the internet as u, u really think i'm a dumbass huh”

Yes

Yugyeom

This absolute child lol

U know the video where david is eating and the waifu calls him david? That's him

He's so terrified

Planning out his funeral and will (you get dalkyum)

You don't even have the heart to finish your joke he's ready to cry no cap

“Im sorry Gyeom it was on tik tok i wanted to tease u omg dont cry r u crying please stop dude are u okay im sorry ill buy u choco shake”

He immediately stops and is like “ok”

You narrow your eyes

Did you get bamboozled or does he have the attention span of a puppy

You ask bambam later and he tells u yugyeom was planning on playing the exact same trick on u

Motherfucker

#got7 #igot7 #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 x reader #got7 jb #got7 mark #mark tuan #jackson wang #jinyoung #got7 jinyoung #yougjae #got7 youngjae #bambam #yugyeom

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chicken-fifi · 2 months

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Forgive and Forget (pt 2) | Mark Tuan (Mafia AU!) Imagine

Pairing: Mafia!Mark Tuan x Wife!Reader; Mafia Boss!Lim Jaebeom x Sister!Reader

Requested by anon: can i have mark tuan!mafia part 2 please?? his wife accept him back, thank youu

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 879 words

A/n: not quite how i feel about my portrayal of mafia aus but i would love to hear what you all think! happy that at least this one get an immediate happy ending....unlike babel...that book is destroying me and i love it. you can find part 1 right here!

Tunes: black clover :):)

It had only been mere weeks since the whole kidnapping ordeal and it genuinely scared you how quickly you were adjusting to your new living situation. While you hadn’t been entirely closed off from the works of the underground world prior to Mark and Jaebeom faking their deaths, it was terrifying being around and exposed to just about everything that was going on behind the scenes. As much as Jaebeom did his best to keep things out of the home, both your and your son’s sake, it wasn’t any feat, with some of the violent aftermath making its presence known more oftentime than not.

Bloodied shirts, bruised skin, tattered jackets, the smell of gunpowder - inadvertently reminding you of the smell of violence - it all seemed to seep into your current life more than you would’ve preferred.

“Mom?” Isak called out, poking his head into your room where you were currently putting away some laundry. “When’s Dad coming home?”

Ah. Then there was Mark.

While he didn’t live at the house with you guys, he was almost always there, driving Jaebeom up a wall. You had to give it to him though. Mark was trying his hardest to be a present father, and husband, never failing to spend time with the two of you to the best of his ability. It was truly moving to see him putting in as much effort as he was.

Although that shouldn’t have been surprising to you in the slightest. Even when you were just dating years back and during the first few years of your marriage, he had been like this. Maybe it was the fact that he had so gracefully slipped back into his role as your man and didn’t so much as falter filling his role as a dad. It was hard to hold a grudge when you still loved the man as much as you did, and when he was so clearly doing his best to show you that his feelings for you hadn’t changed, only multiplied tenfold during your time apart.

“Soon,” you responded softly, looking over at him as you folded a shirt. You hoped at least.

Isak went to say something when he heard the front door open and ran towards it giggling the entire way. As much as you figured it would be fine to allow him to wander to the front door to greet whoever had just arrived, you had absolutely no idea what condition they were in. Tossing aside the jeans you were now holding, you rushed out of the room, just barely managing to catch up to Isak and grab his arm just before he could reach the foyer.

And thank the heavens you made the choice you did because there stood a battered Mark being held up by a nearly unscathed Jaebeom. Your eyes widened taking in your struggling husband but pulled yourself together enough to address Isak, managing to convince him to go play in his room ( bribes were a parents best friend after all in time of great need ). With him gone, you rushed the two of them further into the living room, trying your best to find where Mark hurt the most to begin treating him as best as you could.

“I’m fine,” Mark groaned as your hands danced over his body. “Really, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine!” you scolded. “Jaebeom, bring me the first aid kit.”

Not questioning you, Jaebeom rushed off to get the kit. You helped Mark get out of his shirt, wincing as you saw the number of bruises that were starting to bloom on his skin. And…were those burns?

“What happened?” you asked, pulling away slightly, taking the kit as Jaebeom offered it to you. “Go keep Isak distracted while I patch him up.”

With Jaebeom gone, Mark relaxed a bit only wincing when the alcohol stung a bit too hard in particular scrapes. “We were supposed to only do a routine weapons trade with a gang not far from here. They thought they could get away with more than they bargained for. Tried to blow up the whole pier.”

“You covered Jaebeom, didn't you,” you interrupted. Mark looked away from you. “You can’t make stupid decisions like that anymore, Mark! You have a son who practically idolizes you now that you’re in his life. And if you were to actually die this time…I don’t know what I would do with myself.”

Mark’s hands cupped your face, lifting it to look at his own. The pads of his thumbs wiped away the tears that you hadn’t realized had even fallen.

“Don’t cry,” Mark begged. “Don’t cry. Not for me. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“How can I not? You mean too much for me to lose, again.”

Mark swore he felt his heart shatter at your words. Instead of saying anything he ignored the pain as he pulled you up and into his arms, holding you close to him. Neither of you said another word, there wasn’t any need to. Your actions alone spoke volumes all on their own. It was clear that you’d made your decision on taking him back. Taking your whole life back, even if it was no longer the same as before. You’d already forgiven and forgotten everything.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Take Him Bra Shopping ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

Your eyes glanced behind you, sniggering at how far away Mark was stood from you as you started looking around the aisle.

“Why are you there?” You chuckled, beckoning Mark over to stand beside you instead.

“Where am I allowed to stand?” He asked you with a shrug, taking a few small steps closer towards you.

“What do you mean allowed?”

Mark’s eyes narrowed on you as you began to pick up a couple of the bras that you liked. “I don’t know what you’re supposed to do as the boyfriend. Do I act like I’m not interested or act like I’m too invested?”

“There aren’t any rules for what you need to do, it’s just shopping, like we usually do together.”

“It’s not just shopping,” he sighed.

You could only laugh as Mark corrected you, “the only reason that this is awkward is because you’re making it awkward.”

“I feel awkward Y/N,” he laughed, tilting his head back, “I’ve never been surrounded by so many bras before.”

“Just keep watching me then you’ll be just fine.”

Jay B:

You continued to stare across at Jaebum, after calling his name, you were met with silence, his eyes staring downwards too.

“Earth to Jaebum,” you groaned, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He asked, voice faltering as he looked across at you, becoming shy as soon as he looked at your hand.

“I asked what you thought of this?”

For the briefest second Jaebum looked to what you were holding before looking away again. “Yeah…very nice,” he told you, his voice still letting you know just how shy he was to be shopping with you.

“I have never seen you like this before, is this just because we’re shopping for bras?”

“It feels strange,” he finally admitted.

Your smile widened as he timidly looked to you once again, “just take one proper look, if you like it, we can go.”

“I looked the first time,” Jaebum cried out, “but yes, I like it. Can we please just hurry up and get out of here now?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll grab my size and then I can pay.”

Jackson:

You were taken aback by the confidence that Jackson had as you walked down the aisle with the bras, almost as if he wanted to be there.

“Shall I just stand back and let you decide?” You teased as he quickly browsed around.

“We’re here for you,” Jackson smiled, taking a step back so that you could take a look and get a bit of an idea.

“You seem like you’re here for you.”

A slight chuckle came from Jackson as you looked knowingly across at him. “I might be enjoying the fact that we’re shopping for bras a little bit, but that’s only because I’m excited to see what they look like on you.”

“You know that I’m not trying them on here, don’t you? You’ll have to wait until we get home.”

“Are we going home after this?” He laughed.

Your eyes rolled as an arm wrapped around your waist, “I’m beginning to think that bringing you here was a bad idea.”

“I’m just excited,” Jackson defended, “it’s not every day that you get to go home knowing your girlfriend will have a new bra.”

“I so wish that you could hear yourself right now.”

Jinyoung:

A shake of the head came from Jinyoung as you began to lead him across to where the bras were, digging his heels into the ground.

“Why have you stopped? Come on,” you told him, but he remained stubborn.

“You can go and get a bra if you want to, I think I’ll just wait outside,” he told you, noticing some benches further down.

“You’re not embarrassed to go in, are you?”

Jinyoung’s head carried on shaking as he puffed his shoulders out. “I’m not embarrassed, I just think that’s a place that you should shop by yourself. You can pick one out and surprise me with it back at home.”

“You’ve always been a terrible liar; I can tell just in your voice that you’re nervous Jinyoung.”

“No, I’m not,” he stuttered in reply.

You couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes pleaded with you, “I’ll be quick, and then we can go somewhere you want to go.”

“All I want to go is home, especially if you’re dragging me in here,” you joked, “what if someone recognises me?”

“I’m sure they’ll love the fact that you’re shopping with me.”

Youngjae:

Your hand poked against Youngjae’s side as you passed him by to explore the other end of the aisle where all the bras were hung.

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else but here,” you quickly teased.

“You’re spot on,” he gently laughed, making sure that he looked nowhere else but at you, “it all just feels a bit awkward.”

“What’s wrong with shopping with me?”

Youngjae’s head shook as you smiled at how frantic he became at your question. “Nothing, it’s just I’ve never been down a bra aisle before, can I look? Or will people think I’m dodgy? Do I look shy if I look away?”

“Just do whatever comes naturally to you, there’s no right way when it comes to bra shopping.”

“You make it sound so easy,” he mumbled.

Your head shook, walking across to where Youngjae was stood, “why don’t you help me decide so that we can get out of here?”

“Anything to hurry this process up,” Youngjae chuckled, relaxing beside you, “all I have to do is help you choose, right?”

“Exactly, just say yes or no, that’s all you have to do.”

BamBam:

Your head shook in disbelief as you led BamBam down the aisle where the bras were, watching his hands pick up several.

“I told you that I was shopping for a bra, that’s just one,” you swiftly reminded him.

“But all of these would look so nice,” he proudly smiled, holding up the selection that he had hurried to pick out for you.

“It’s my decision what I buy, not yours.”

BamBam’s head shook back at you, “I’ll have you know that the bra that you pick will influence me too. Some colours look better than others, and if you want my opinion, lace is always best with a bra Y/N.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion at all, but you seem to keep giving it to me Bam.”

“Alright, I’ll narrow it down,” he told you.

Your eyes rolled as he still held up a couple of bras, “I told you that I was just buying one, you’ve got several there.”

“What about if I buy you a couple?” BamBam offered, “that way you get what you want, and I get what I want too.”

“I never knew you’d be such a pain to go bra shopping with.”

Yugyeom:

Your smile was wide at the flustered figure beside you as you led Yugyeom down the aisle of bras, taking a good look around.

“Is there one that you like?” you asked him, trying your best to get Yugyeom to pay attention.

“Any,” Yugyeom told you, not really engaging with what you were doing at all, “I mean they’re all just bras at the end of the day.”

“I’ve got to make sure that it’s the right one.”

A quiet sigh came from Yugyeom, “why isn’t it just as easy as being able to pick up the bra you like, taking it to the checkout and getting out of this place? What’s with all of the debates and the decisions?”

“It’s not as easy as that, I’ve got to make sure it’s the right shape, size, fit, it’s all important.”

“Can we just hurry up?” Yugyeom pleaded.

You couldn’t help but smile as Yugyeom’s eyes looked away from you. “I brought you here to get your opinion too.”

“Just get whatever one you want,” Yugyeom assured you, “whatever one that you like then I’m sure that I’ll like it too.”

“It’s a bra Yugyeom, I need to make sure that you like it too.”

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tangylemonade · 2 years

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𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚃𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 ☺︎︎), 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝟸-𝟹 𝚏-𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚜, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, & 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 ☺︎︎.

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟸.𝟺𝚔

𝙰 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 @hyunsuks-beanie ♡︎

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Chocolate.

One of your most frequent cravings.

And along with every chocolate craving came another even bigger- let’s say full body craving…

for him.

Mark Tuan.

Your boyfriend.

At this point your boyfriend knew what it meant when he saw you lounging back comfortably on the couch eating a piece of milk chocolate. But if that wasn’t enough of a cue for Mark then your new lingerie would let him know exactly what you wanted.

You had recently bought a few pieces and decided to wear the simple but cute lacy bra with matching panties that covered all of nothing. You threw on a robe so you wouldn’t get cold and set the mood by opting for a few warm scented candles lit around the room instead of the light.

You were lying on the couch distracted by the show you were lazily watching while you were waiting for Mark's return

You were getting kinda tired so you didn’t hear the door opening. This of course lead to you nearly passing out from terror when you suddenly felt a pair of soft lips wrap around the finger that held the piece of chocolate that was on its way to your mouth.

You whipped your head around quickly as panic ran through your body. To your delight and relief all you saw was Mark who was now giggling due to your reaction. You wanted to punch him square in the face but the joy from seeing him trumped the annoyance, plus you couldn’t stop your body from giving away just how excited you were to see him. You jumped up on the couch and stood facing him with your arms opened excitedly waiting for a hug.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were back?” You asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug.

“Because the other option was more fun.” He replied with a gorgeous smile on his slightly tired face.

“You scared me to death.” You said as you playfully slapped his chest with a scowl on your face to which he responded to with a soft kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry love.” said Mark.

To soothe your frown that still lingered Mark placed a slew of kisses all over your face as his fingers lightly tickled your sides leaving you with no choice but to turn into a giggling mess in his arms.

You sat back down on the couch and gestured for him to join you.

“Wait, let me just shower then I’ll be right back.” He said before disappearing into your room.

Even though this was your house he still had his own drawer with his clothes and even a pair of shoes in your closet.

You fixed yourself while he was gone, making sure your breasts were still sitting pretty in your bra and that your hair still looked nice before popping another piece of chocolate into your mouth and lounging back on the couch. An excited warmth rushed through your body already making the chocolate soft and melty the moment you placed it on your tongue. You were beyond aroused, especially now that you were certain you were about to get your other fix.

After a little while Mark came back out of the room with only sweatpants on as he dried his hair with a towel. You shamelessly ogled his body as he walked towards the couch and flopped down next to you. You saw a little smirk pull at the corner of his lips telling you that he was enjoying the way you were staring.

He took the towel off his head and shook his hair, splattering droplets of water on you. You squealed with delight as you swatted at him to make him stop. After all, this was not the kinda wet you wanted him to make you.

Suddenly he grabbed your hands and leaned into you until you were both leaning back on the couch with him atop of you. You hungrily tilted your chin upwards in a desperate attempt to taste him but he pulled away and shook his head.

“Why?” You pouted.

He chuckled.

“I feel like we should definitely acknowledge your little outfit first.” He said.

You couldn’t fight the satisfaction that was blossoming on your face. You knew he would appreciate it.

“You like it?” You asked, feeling proud of yourself for having dressed up for him, and even more so because he was clearly enjoying it.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. You’ll have to stand up and let me get a better look.”

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he removed himself from above you and sat waiting for you to get up and give him a show, one meant only for him.

You got up and positioned yourself in front of where he was sitting while slowly and seductively letting the robe fall off of your body.

A smile took over your face as you saw the way his eyes danced across your body, having too many tantalizing options to even begin to know where to settle.

You walked over to him with movements that screamed sex, stopping right in front of him before leaning towards his face.

“I was thinking about you all day. I didn’t even touch myself because I knew it couldn’t compare to you.” You said casually as you gently brushed the hair from his face to better showcase his lust corrupted eyes. You put your legs on either side of him, propping yourself up on your knees. You tenderly caressed his face before taking hold of his chin and tilting it towards you.

“All day I thought about tasting you.” Sticking out your tongue you slowly trailed it across his lips. “You’re my favorite treat, you know?”

Mark placed his hands on your waist slowly bringing them down to your hips before firmly sitting you onto his lap. You could feel his stiff arousal beneath you so you rolled your hips to get some friction against your aching core.

Mark replied with a groan as he roughly grasped your jaw to open your mouth before kissing you with hot desperation. His tongue explored your mouth, filling it with the sensations that you’d been craving all day. You rolled your hips against him again, relishing in the way he continued to groan into your mouth.

His nimble hands unclasped your bra before pulling it down. He paused to admire your breast before kissing right between them, above your racing heart.

Mark’s soft lips grazed the sensitive skin of your neck and collarbone before settling on your nipples to play with. You laced your fingers through his hair, lightly pulling as your back arched at the sensation.

His lips soon returned to yours as if they were the very air he breathed. He consumed you like perfect chaos making you feel crazier with each passing second. You took the lead once again and began trailing your kisses from his neck to his ear, sucking and nibbling.

You loved to mark him up, let people know that not only was he yours but also that you were the only one who got to make him feel this good. He would sometimes tell you that it made it harder for him when he was working but he never stopped you when you did it. You secretly knew that he loved the way it would curb the flirtatious words from the makeup artist the very moment he’d ask her to cover them for him.

You let your kisses go lower before sliding down his lap and sitting on the floor in between his legs. You wasted no time pulling off his sweats that didn’t have underwear underneath. You smirked and looked up at Mark who was following your movements with dark eyes. The flickering of the candles only intensified his gaze, making your core desperately flutter around nothing.

You refocused your attention on his member as it twitched in anticipation of your touch. You held him gently in your hands before slowly dancing your tongue from the base all the way to the top and gently sucked the pre cum that formed at the tip.

You loved the way his low voice sounded normally but the sounds that he made while you pleasured him were on a new level. You became increasingly aroused as you stroked and sucked the velvety shaft, continuously encouraged by his low moans.

But you didn’t want him to cum from the blow job so you pulled away and looked back up at him. He looked down at you with blown out pupils that inquired as to why you were stopping.

“I want- no I need your cum inside of me. I need to feel you filling me up.” You shamelessly proclaimed, feeling yourself pulsate just at the mere thought of him filling you with his warm seed.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up back into his lap taking a moment to simply be in awe of the filthy way your mouth moved.

Needily he pushed aside your panties, his index and middle fingers instantly finding and stroking the sensitive folds of your dripping cunt.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you moaned at the feeling of him plunging his fingers into you.

He let out a low hiss at how readily you sucked him into you.

“I need you inside of me Mark.” You said as your want for him was only made stronger by the way his long and skillful digits played in your pussy.

“I know baby, me too. But I want to make sure you’re ready to take me.” He replied.

You gasped as his fingers moved to an exquisite rhythm that only he knew.

The smile on Mark's face clearly showed just how pleased with himself he was for knowing all your magic spots.

“Mark.” You said after gathering your bearings again. “I’ve been ready to take you all day.”

With that he withdrew his finger from you and all while holding onto your intense gaze, brought them to his mouth and slowly sucked them. You practically orgasmed right there at the sight.

He pulled his fingers from his mouth before smirking.

“You know what, I think you’re even sweeter than chocolate.” He mused. “Should we compare?”

He pulled you into him and kissed you passionately so you could taste yourself in his mouth.

“What do you think?.” He said after pulling away.

Feeling drunk off of him, you couldn’t find the words to answer.

Mark held you tightly so he could lean over to the coffee table and grab a piece of your chocolate bar. He popped it in his mouth and sucked for a little bit before leaning forward and kissing you once again. Your mouth was filled with rich and creamy chocolate mixed with his intoxicating flavor, a very dangerous mix.

“See. You’re sweeter.” He said matter of factly, a kissably smug look on his handsome face.

“Fuck me already.” You all but begged in a trance like state.

Mark pulled you back into him, kissing your nose gently before chuckling at your salacious expression. He always managed to make you incoherent with desire but you were never once embarrassed by how dick drunk only he had the power to make you.

Mark stood up with you and laid you on the couch before slotting himself atop you. He pulled your leg up to his hip while your hand fervently guided his cock to your entrance. You made sure he was in the right position before he gingerly pushed into you, making sure you could take all of him before really getting started. You moaned as he filled you in a way that made all the waiting you suffered through today completely worth it.

Once he bottomed out and made sure you were okay he pulled back out and repositioned himself before entering you again. But this time he didn’t go in gently but rather he slammed into you causing you to choke on your moan as tears pricked your eyes and the pleasure burned in your wanting cunt. He grabbed your hands and held them above your head tightly as he continued to pound into you.

“M-Mark!” You practically screamed as he quickly found and skillfully hit your g-spot.

He gifted you with sloppy kisses wherever his lips could touch. The sound of Mark's groans directly in your ear only increased the boundless pleasure you were experiencing. He let go of your wrist, kneading your breast while stimulating your perked nipples. Everything about the way he enraptured you showed he knew nearly everything about your body. As your orgasm approached, your screams increased and as did his spellbinding pace. With your hands now free you scratched at his back and pulled at his hair looking for an outlet for the explosive pleasure.

“I'm gonna cum.” Mark growled into your ear.

The anticipation of him filling you made your climax approach you with a build up that already had your legs twitching. So when your orgasm finally crashed through your body in puissant waves you couldn’t think about anything but the sound of Mark moaning your name as you felt his hot seed shoot into you, coating your hungry walls. He continued to thrust into you as you both rounded out your intense highs. His hips only began to slow when the overstimulation had you trembling.

Mark collapsed onto you unmoving as you both took a moment to catch your breaths. You loved the feeling of his body pressed against yours with him still inside you so you found yourself sulking when he finally got up and pulled out.

“Fuck.” You heard Mark practically moan between closed teeth.

You looked up and saw Mark lustfully staring at the way his cum slowly leaking out of your swollen pussy.

“I thought you said you wanted- or rather needed my cum?” He questioned almost incredulously.

“Of course I do. But…” You said, a glint of mischief twinkling in your eyes. You weren’t quite finished with him yet so you wanted to get him riled back up.

“But?” Mark asked, daring you to finish with a raise of his eyebrow as if he already knew where this was going.

“But…I don’t think you did I good enough job fucking it into me.”

You watched as Mark’s eyes flashed with a new flame. You could feel his length once again growing hard against your leg, your insatiable cunt already begging for more of him.

“Well then Y/N, I should probably fix that, shouldn’t I?”

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