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tomsparkyr · 3 years ago

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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: one bed, two friends. do i have to explain?

masterlist.

andrew!peter parker x reader

or could be tom!peter parker x reader :))

(up for interpretation)

warnings: fluff, little bit spicy ;)), friends to lovers, you and peter being cuties omg, lots of swearing, one bed wink wink? adorable-ness, kissing, PETERS A HUGGER OKAY

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃. Of course Aunt May noticed. The woman raised Peter for the majority of his life, she knew the kid like the back of her hand. Peter was never one to tell secrets to people, he was more of a reserved person; so when one day he ran home at the age of 9 screaming he was in love with the girl who spared him a rubber in Science, the woman was shocked.

That day, he had rambled for an ongoing 26 minutes before May had asked for the name in question. Peter let it slip without thinking of the continuous teasing May would give her nephew for years to come, he was so lost in the art that was you that none of that mattered, not one bit.

Four days after he first fell in love with you, he sucked up his fears and spoke to you once again. He sat behind you in Maths, his head forever buried in the desk to block out your refreshing scent in worry he would only fall more in love; if that was possible at this point.

He remembered that day so well, the day he wished he could redo. He had tapped your shoulder cautiously after ten minutes of procrastinating a simple act for attention. When your head turned to face him, all rehearsed lines Peter wanted to say to you had flown straight out of his head. His throat dried in an instant, eyes doe and cheeks burning with passion. He barely recollected that you had asked if he was okay, Peter’s heart thudded and nodded his head rapidly, feeling his hair bounce with the move.

He swallowed all that was worried and opened his mouth to politely ask: “Would you like to go for ice cream after school?” After many stutters interrupted his question. He remembers your smile so well, your dimples prominent as your cheeks grew rosy pink. You had nodded and agreed with zero hesitations.

Peter had run home, crashing into Aunt May as Peter sprinted through the house. May questioned his rush in concern, Peter responding with her name in mantra hoping she’d understand as he couldn’t not waste any time that wasn’t dedicated to you. After the day out, Peter went for the kiss. Only to be hugged.

Hugged! What the fuck! An embrace? An act of a friendly gesture! (That’s what WikiHow had told Peter anyway.) There was no chance Peter could have you now. So for the next 5 years of his life, you and Peter had been the definition of best friends; much to his dismay.

That’s where we end up now, present day: Peter sat in a booth with Gwen, the two of them peeking over the high rise chairs as the two glared at you laughing at something your douchebag date had said.

What a dickhead. Look at him, his perfect white teeth, that stupid red and white jersey hung over his shoulders, his perfectly curled hair all girls fawned over. Peter could do that, of course he could do that. So why didn’t you pick him? This guy; he’s a phony, an idiot, a stupid fucking- Wait are you wearing Peter’s sweater?

“Is she wearing your sweater?” Gwen had nudged him in time with his thoughts. Peter’s eyes stayed trained on you; how beautiful you were. You took his breath away even years later, you had that much of an effect on him. Every time you looked in his eyes, he wanted you in more ways than one; He wanted you to be in his arms, to feel all that was pleasurable because of him and no one else. And you in his sweater, God- He wanted you more than ever. That childhood crush grew into a more mature, desperate affectionate of lust for what was all of you.

“Peter?” Gwen’s voice snapped him from his mind running on passion. His chest heaving with small pants leaving his plump lips, “Yeah, she is.” A wide smile spread onto Gwen’s face, “So, she’s wearing your sweater on a date with another man?” She paused and looked at him with her mouth agape and eyes wide with joy. “And you’re still tell me she doesn’t feel the same?”

Peter rolled his eyes and slumped back into the seat, “No, Gwen, you say that and then I’m gonna get my hopes up!” His hands dragged down against his tired face, his words elongating into groans and sighs of helplessness. The blonde slid into her seat beside her best friend, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him and he wailed on about the love of his life.

Her hand patted his back in mocking sympathy. “I say that and I’m true.” Her brows raised along with herself, she leaned her body over the chairs again to see how you were doing; only to find you long gone, date too, nowhere to be seen.

Her arms flapped around, hitting Peter rapidly as panic grew unsettlingly on her features. Peter’s head perked up at the limp hand whacking his cheekbone, a moan of pain and annoyance slipping from his mouth. “What? What?” His eyes settled on Gwen’s anxiety ridden face, reciprocating her actions and looking ahead to where her face concerns.

The two empty chairs sent a wave of sickness down Peter’s throat to land abruptly in his stomach. The usual questions ran through the overflowing mind of Peter Parker. Had she left with him? That guy couldn’t do shit to what Peter’s got. Had she fallen for his charms? Fall for my fucking charms, Y/N. Was he-

“Peter, Peter! The phone, the phone!” Gwen’s hands hurriedly searched through Peter’s backpack as she heard the all too well ‘Spiderman Theme Song’ play rather loudly and distorted on his smashed phone. His hands snatched the phone from Gwen’s hands, her face now beet red from the embarrassment of not herself, but her friend.

Peter didn’t have time to process who was calling as his mind was set on shutting off the theme song as many guests were already staring at the two panicking in the small booth. “Hello? Hello?” His voice cracked in humiliation from the sounds of uptight guests quietly chuckling away sipping their expensive ass wine, cutlery dug deeply into the meat they payed an entire Peter Parker wallet full for.

“Hey, Pete.” Your soft voice rung so angelically through his head. The sound of your sigh at the end sent Peter’s mind into a frenzy, a rapid shake of the head and squeezed shut eyes did the job of knocking it right out the other side. Gwen looked at Peter quizzically, wondering who was at the phone. All suspicions were confirmed when Peter did a love heart at his chest and a silent expression of puppy dog eyes before rushing to your response.

“Hey, Y/N. Everything okay?” He snapped back into ‘best friend’ mode for you. Mind reeling from the status of The love of your life’s best friend!“Yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m okay.” You’re voice sounded uncertain, pitch waving as he recognised you did when you lie.

A sigh through your nose rung through the speaker of his phone. “That was a lie,” A breathy laugh fell from your shivering lips. “I’m not doing great, that date was a total bust. Mind swinging up?” Peter heart leaped in your want for him. You needed him, (more or less wanted him, but this is Peter’s mind remember again.) not that stupid jock. Him.

Gwen punched Peter’s shoulder to respond as her ear was pressed against the other side of the phone. “Yeah! Of course I’ll pick you up! Be right there!” Your brows furrowed, “But I didn’t say where I-“ Peter had unintentionally cut you off as he knew you were waiting outside, he was too lost in calls that were asking for him that he didn’t even process your words.

He was perched on top of the building, waiting a couple minutes as Gwen said to make the meeting look more natural than he was stalking you. He watched as you tapped your foot on the wet pavement, arms slithered around yourself as rain toppled down onto your beautiful physique, straightening your once curled hair. Your dress was soaked into your thighs, the temperature treating your thin black tights not so well.

After a long, suffering 30 seconds; Peter gave in and leaped down to your level, taking you by surprise and stumbling backwards before Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his chest. Your hands gripped into his shoulders, feeling the Spiderman suit fabric under your fingertips, slowly circling the bumps on the suit.

“That was quick,” You gasped as he not-so-subtly tugged your body closer to his, feeling his hips connect to yours as he mumbled some nonsense about that it was his ‘Peter tingle’. “Favour: I need to stay at yours tonight, Dad’s out and I’m not gunna lie, a little scared of staying on my own” The smile that made Peter swoon etched across your smooth skin, eyes dripping with love and hints for what he was oblivious to.

Peter’s hands smoothed across the small of your back, “That’s fine, Y/N. It’ll be a blast from the past.” You could practically see the expression he was holding behind the mask: eyes soft and lip between his teeth, cheeks red and eyebrows upturned.

The two of you swung back to the house you loved oh-so dearly, the place you found the most comfort at outside your own. Aunt May waddled out on hearing an arrival, a smirk hidden behind the fork full of food as she watched Peter walk on in with his hands glued to your waist.

“Hey lovers!” She spoke with a high pitched greet, watching with amusement as you and Peter spilt away from each other; Peter hitting into the painting and nearly knocking it off the wall. She giggled and put her fork down, “Sorry about that! You two look close, Y/N did you know that when Peter was 10, he planned out the whole wedding between you two-“

“May! Please!” Peter’s eyes widened, a thick layer of blush cover the two of you as May laughed on the spot. “Anyway,” He continued awkwardly. “Y/N’s staying here tonight so I’m gunna get the spare bed from the attic.” Peter said before making his way to the steps, only to be stopped by May’s arms and a smug smile of satisfaction.

“Beds no longer there, looks like your gonna have to share! See ya!” Was all that left her mouth before the ping of the microwave took top priority.

You and Peter stood there for a moment, unsure of how to actively say the their crush that they were willing to sleep together. Well, not together together! Just a mutual friend sleeping with friend, a normal hug session, it’s normal! Friends cuddle too, right?

And that’s where you two ended up, both led under the cover in Peter’s bed, on your backs and staring up to the ceiling with a good space between the two of you. It was so awkward. Peter had accidentally brushed against your hand an hour ago and was still a fumbling mess, eyes wide and body hot.

You struggled to get comfy. In actuality, all you wanted was Peter’s muscled arms wrapped around your waist; not wrapped around himself and his shaking body. You had opened your mouth to talk many times, yet nothing left your lips until now. “Hey, friends can share a bed and not be awkward.”

“Right.” Peter turned his head in your direction. “See we aren’t boning right now, we can handle it.” He shrugged along with you as the two of you mocked all your emotions.

“Right! Movies really can be deceiving!” You sounded almost offended.

“It’s so cliché! Like so what if I’m sharing the bed with the woman I love, that doesn’t mean we’re gunna start making out!”

“What?”

Out of the many time Peter had screwed up, this is the top of the list.

“You love me?” You voiced waved.

“No.” Peter panicked.

“So you don’t like me?”

“No.”

Peter’s eyes widened and freaked as he just said- it was all a big fucking mess.

“Okay, okay.” Peter turned his body to face you, hair spread against his pillow and lips chapped from bitting them nervously. Your eyes were blown and filled with what could only be described as hopeful, hopeful for what he let slip out.

Peter’s hand shakily moved a piece of your hair behind your ear and admired your beauty, afraid it would be his last.

“Y/N I love you. So much.”

“Every time I see you, I swear my heart stops. During these years with you nothing more than a best friend, felt like torture. I watched you fall for others which only made my heart yearn for you more, for your love. For your patience, for everything that was ever good about you, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed. You’re so much to me, so much to Spiderman. I can’t believe I let you be my friend for this long when we know we’re much more than that, more than what the world allowed us.”

You felt yourself slipping into the depth of his words. Body catching on the passion poured into his words, hands caressing the love he held out for you to touch so delicately in his watch.

“Peter,” Your nose bumped against his. “I love you more than anything.” Was all he allowed to leave your lips before his caught your own. His hands soothed your cheeks as his lips moulded with your own. A kiss that could only be described as perfect, poetic almost; the love that smothered the passion was more than either could ask for, an act of love displayed for beautifully a director would be jealous. Peter poured his heart and soul into the palm of your hands, leaving you with all of him to snap his heart in two or mend it more than one could wish; picking the latter left both breathless, desperation on their fingertips as the two grew closer in more ways than one.

The term ‘Friends’ was no longer relevant in the presence of you and Peter, love was all that crossed that path.

And to say, after last night: Peter forever thanked May for binning that spare bed.

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frenziedslashers · 3 years ago

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A/N: Aha this is my first little-- anything and it's because I'm kind of nervous about my writing 🥸 I wanted to share some headcannons and then maybe I'll share some stories that I've written. (Like a Jed x reader leatherface 2017 I'm working on lmao. It is purely self indulgent.) This is a little dumb part au part probably true thing because I'm a whore for this man(Lester) and I wanted to share. I included some other slashers tho, so don't worry 😎👍

Meeting and getting in a relationship with the slashers in highschool/when you were younger:

Lester Sinclair:

He would have been the weird awkward kid. That's rowdy and friends with everyone, but not exactly popular.

He LOVES finding bugs and small animals that wander into the school parkinglot.

If you decide to befriend him he'll be kind of awkward and nervous at first. Most people only befriend him to talk to Bo

If you turn out to be pretty cool then he will hang out with you everyday. He doesn't have many friends to hang out with after school.

Be prepared for him to get you guys in trouble for flipping off the sports bus while they drive by since Bos in there.

Bo most definitely will tease you guys. If he doesn't know Lester's into you, he will hit on you. The moment he gets the hint that Lester's interested in you he'll back off. He isn't about to ruin his little brother's chance.

Lester might give you one of his hats if you steal them/show an interest in them. I wholeheartedly believe this man owns more hats than shirts.

He would let you help him in school if you're good at a subject he struggles in. Specifically English.

He doesn't understand grammar or punctuation, okay?

He winds up just asking you to tutor him so the two of you have more time to hang out.

10/10 would use studying as an excuse to cuddle or kiss you if the two of you are already dating

Oh, and if you show an interest in his truck but have never driven one? Well, Mr. Man here will teach ya!

"Ya wanna try and drive 'er? I's a manual, but i's easy, don' worry, darlin', I'll help ya."

Will be very happy if you do go out with him

Also will spoil you with gifts and truck rides 😏

He will make you stuff out of animal bones and pieces of wood. Even showing you how to carve stuff so can do it

If you gift him anything he will be so happy and keep it in his truck, always.

His favorite thing to do with you is probably watching the sunset with you from the back of his truck. Or just exploring the woods with you. Especially if you help him find animal bones or deer antlers!

Bo Sinclair:

You two met either through sports or a class he struggled in.

If you met in sports he probably bullied you a bit. If you took it well, he might get meaner, but only because he's interested. If you get genuinely upset-- well, he probably won't stop until you snap.

He would challenge you, CONSTANTLY

Only smirking when you claimed you knew what you were doing and told him off

If you met in class he would be asking you for help.

Tutoring soon turning into genuine hanging out

He would continue to ask for help even if he understood.

He would maybe even invite you to help work on his truck. Which is the best offer this man can give you. Since I believe he is a TruckGuyTM

Is probably more of a truck geek than Lester, especially since he wants to kind of be a mechanic

If anyone that isn't his brothers so much as looks at you or shows an interest in you. Even before you're dating, he'll make it his point to chase them off.

He would probably just assume you two were dating with how much you were hanging out.

He'd probably kiss you in his truck after a joy ride

"What was that for?" "Oh, I thought we were.. well, you seemed like you liked me."

You'd have to just giggle or kiss him again or he might actually get a bit nervous and not talk to you for a while

Vincent Sinclair:

Art class is where you guys would probably meet!

Even if you don't care for the class, he would be your reason for showing up

He would offer to help you when you struggled. Doing his best to communicate through notes

If you know sign language it would make his heart swell in his chest

You would probably have to invite him to hang out

He would be ecstatic. Making it a point to try and make the hang out fun

He would prefer it be out of public, though.

He would remember you forever, his brothers too. You're the nicest person ever

Vincent would take you to his room when he trusted you enough.

Showing you all of his paintings and drawings.

He would step out of his comfort zone by asking if he could draw you, a nervous look in his eyes

If you disagree he would understand, but if you agree? Oh, he would love that.

He would cherish the moment. Offering you the photo unless you told him to keep it. Then he would Frame it.

You would probably have to make the first mood with him. He's too insecure 😔

He would be all smiles if you asked him out. Being very affectionate toward you after, even if it was small.

He would appreciate that you didn't care if the school found out you were a thing, because you cared for each other, and that's all that matters to the both of you.

RZ Michael Myers:

If you knew this kid before he got sent to Smiths Grove, and you were actually nice to him? Watch out, because he'll remember you forever.

He would 100% ask you to go trick or treating with him!

It is his favorite holiday after all, plus one of the few times he can get out of the house!

You don't have a costume? Well, be prepared for Michael to help you make or find you a cheap(but cool) one.

Will share his candy with you as long as you share yours.

If you give him your candy corn he'll love you forever.

The moment he leaves for Smiths Grave he'll always remember you.

Making it a point to ask his mum how you are.

Making his entire year if her and your parents let you tag along to go and see the boy.

If you bring him a gift that's pocket size, it'll always be on him. No matter what. It's a reminder to him that he has a friend there for him, always.

If you still live there after he breaks out, even if you haven't visited him for a long while because it's forbidden. He will find you.

Don't worry though, he means no harm! Towards you at least.

Thomas Hewitt:

Since Thomas was probably homeschooled you would have had to met him either through Luda May, or Drayton. More than likely it was Luda.

She probably knew your mother, and they shared pies

You mother would bring you over to the Hewitt house to play with Tommy, since he didn't have many friends.

It always made Luda oh so happy to see you two getting along.

You always made ger little Tommy so happy. So you and your mother were welcome whenever.

You and Tommy wound up being friends even as you two got older.

When he would go to the store to help his mama you would make visits. Bringing them both something to eat. Often times offering the two help.

Tommy always quickly agreed to the help. Even if they weren't doing anything right then.

Even when he started working at the factory you two still saw each other constantly. Bringing him food and cute little notes for lunch.

He saved each and every one of those notes, too. Rereading them when he felt upset or alone.

When another boy around your guys age started hitting on you at the factory he'd get really upset over it.

You would have to assure him that you didn't care about them, that you only saw them as friendly/a friend. Nothing more.

If you wind up telling him you like him? Oh boy, be prepared for a huge bear hug and to be showered with nothing but love from this big brute.

Luda would 100% support you two and allow you to move in with the family <3

Charles Lee Ray:

This fool had to have been in trouble a lot in highschool. Or something.

You probably would have had to approach him first, offering your hand in friendship. Which he pretended to not accept, but slowly did.

He would be mad aggressive at first. Sarcasm being his love language. You'd just have to get used to it.

When he starts using pet names you know you're warming up to him. Especially when he does it in front of others. Whether it be to fluster or annoy you. He doesn't care.

He would invite himself over to your house.

Doesn't matter if you're studying. He needs attentionTM

If you get comfortable enough he'd lean against you and read while you read in bed. Allowing you to play with your hair, after a small protest.

He absolutely soaks up your affection. He loves it so much.

Will be jealous as hell if anyone else so much as calls you pretty.

Would accidentally say he likes you even though he claims you're not his type.

"What I can't get a boyfriend?" "No, because you're mine." "You said I wasn't your type?" "Fuck, well you are, happy?"

If you say no he will pout about it forever and never forget it </3

If you accept his half-ass offer to be your boyfriend he will be happier than a kid on Christmas. Even if he doesn't show it

"This mean I can kiss ya?" "If you want." "If I want? Ha, Doll, I've only dreamt of it since the day I saw ya."

Otis Driftwood:

Kind of unclear how your family met the Fireflies. They just sort of did, and looked out for one another in this small, lame ass town

You would go over to hang out with Otis, occasionally staying with him to watch his younger siblings when the family was off galavanting.

He enjoyed you, you two were practically inseparable. You helped him feel normal in this fucked up world. Like he was sane, and his family didn't kill people.

He would let you stay in his room. You two sharing the same bed. You wouldn't exactly cuddle, since you respected one another's space. Having your backs to one another while you slept.

It wasn't until he was around 22 when he asked you out.

You were both drunk at a bar and like Charles, he accidentally did it when another guy started hitting on you.

"Hey now mister, I'm not digging your lines, you're too cheesy," you would tell the stranger with an eye roll, but he'd persist.

"Oh c'mon doll face, gimme a chance," "hey there, dipshit, I'm the only one allowed to call them names, now get out of their business before I get up in yours." He'd tell them while pointing a knife towards the stranger.

"What, is this your boyfriend?" "Maybe I am, she'd be a lot happier with me than your good for nothin' rat-ass-" "damn right I would"

He'd feel like he was hearing stuff. Nearly sobering up as he looked towards you. The man scampering off now that Otis was distracted.

He would ask you to repeat yourself, half smiling when you did.

"Fuck, don't mess with me like that."

It'd take a lot to convince him you weren't. You've been friends since he could remember, why would you of all things like him back. Someone who comforted him. Someone who listened to his rambles and conspiracies, and even joined in on them. Someone so perfect.

So you leaned in and kissed him. Nearly dropping his knife when you did so.

When you pull back he has the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

"Now sweetheart, why couldn't you have said so sooner?"

Bubba Sawyer:

Like Thomas and Otis, the two of you met through family. You being brought over to play with the Sawyer boy way before highschool was even in the picture.

He never spoke much, which you didn't mind. As long as he was nice to you, you were nice back.

And oh boy, he was the nicest kid you ever met. Nothing like the kids at school that made fun of you at all!

He would take you to all the cool places around the farm. Even letting you pet and hold his chickens

You loved every bit of it. Running around like wild animals, unless the Texas heat was too bad. Then you stayed in while his Mama makes the two of you sweet tea or lemonade

As the two of you get older your bond only grows.

His brothers start teasing him. Which causes you both to feel a bit awkward, but you only shrug it off.

He hates to admit it, but he does have a huge crush on you.

You're the only person who's ever been nice to him, of course he likes you! Everything about you is perfect!

But alas, he's too insecure to ask. You would have to bring it up. But do it without scaring him too bad.

He would probably cry teats of joy if you confessed your feeling. You'd have to hug him to calm him down for sure.

This man would already be planning your future together, doesn't matter if you're 15 or 25 when the two of you get together.

Drayton Sawyer(2017):

Drayton would have had to meet you either through his family, or if you were a new neighbor.

If you were a new neighbor he would have seen you as a sort of threat to his family. Even if he hadn't met you yet.

He would be nice though, for his mama's sake. Plus, well, you were around his age.

He was around the ripe age of 17, when he felt emotions that had him out of control. Along with yourself.

He would like you the moment he met you. Especially if you got along with his brothers.

And if you could handle the twins? Oh boy, you're coming over more to help him watch them. Well, maybe for a bit. Until Drayton attempts to get to know you in his awkward way.

He never really went to school, having to take care of his family more than focusing on education. Though, he does yearn for you.

You would let him watch you do homework. Answering questions he had as he read along with you and watched you figure out the problems.

He'd let you help him with chores, too. Especially if your family doesn't have any animals.

"You ev'r milk'd a cow?" He would ask, and if you say no. Well he'd show you how.

He'd kneel slightly behind where you sit. Placing his hands over the backs of yours while you gripped the udder.

This would probably be the closest he'd ever gotten to you. Besides when he laid beside you while he read your homework over.

He'd wind up resting his chin on your shoulder. Eyes going from watching your hands to your face. Smiling contently.

"You sure you've nev'r done this?"

He would praise you, and if you struggled? Well he'd just laugh and take over from there. It can be a tiring process.

He'd love being able to show you how to work on vehicles. Able to crowd your space, stand behind you, whisper in your ear.

If it made you uncomfortable he'd stop in a heart beat, but if not. He'd keep doing it. Especially if it got a reaction out of you.

He'd take you to the middle of the field late at night to lay down and watch the stars. Admiring you greatly if you could show him different constellations. Even if he knew the ones you were pointing out.

He'd attempt to flirt with you one night, when you were both alone in the field, but honestly struggle at it. Not so much with what he had to say, but keeping his cool. He would be a ne

"You're as uhm.. pretty as that there uh, star," he'd point up and you'd giggle. Which would make his heart flutter.

"Which one?" "Well, all of them. Actually uh- none of them are as uh.. pretty as you."

If you flirt back Draytons heart would explode and he'd have a big dopey grin on his face.

If you act flustered, too, it might even boost his confidence a bit

"There's a shootin' star! Make a wish Drayt'n!" "Wish you were mine," "what?"

He'd repeat yourself in a nervous mutter, and by golly. You better act positively about his confession or you'd break this poor boy.

When you say yes he wouldn't kiss you, or really try anything. He'd just smile like an idiot and hold you or just your hand while you both kept watching the stars. Either would make his night.

#texas chainsaw massacre #horror #halloween #leatherface 2017 #charles lee ray x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #michael myers x reader #rz michael myers x reader #otis driftwood x reader #drayton sawyer x reader #house of wax #house of 1000 corpses #rob zombie #chucky

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bartxnhood · 3 years ago

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my girl. | p.p

not my gif

| andrew!peter x fem!reader

warnings: none ? , fluff :)

summary: you and peter have been best friends since high school and you both major in different subjects. it wasn’t until new years you told him how you felt.

authors note: uh i’m considering making this a two parter. as someone who is an art student i thought this would be nice. let me know if you guys would like a part two :) also apologies for these recent fics being a fem reader ! i promise i have more gender neutral content soon. i’m so sorry. please feel free to request anything ! and happy new year !! stay safe everyone and i hope this new year treats you well <3

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you and peter had been friends since elementary school, the two of you were always together. if you go do something, he was there. he did something, you were there. you guys were rarely apart. by high school, you had a place you guys would hang out every night; the skate park. you loved watching him skate, totally not because you had a massive crush on him since middle school.

no. no way.

okay, maybe. you only started hanging out with him at the skate park because you changed schools once you got to high school. with peter in science school, and you in art school you rarely saw him. so when you did, you cherished every moment you had with him. plus, you applied to your dream college and you’d be leaving in a few months. you hadn’t told him yet.

though, you didn’t skate you still enjoyed being there. you usually sketched while peter skated. you had never shown him your sketches though. sure, he’s seen your work but you’ve never shown him the pieces you do of him. any time he would ask you about it you’d just shrug it off.

until that day.

“you always carry that with you” his voice scared you since you didn’t know he was approaching you. “jesus christ, peter” you huffed, slamming your sketchbook closed and looking up at him. “a warning next time” he laughed. god, he’s so cute.

“can i see?” reaching for the black book, you quickly pushed his hands away. “no, they aren’t very good.” peter raised his eyebrows, “you expect me to believe that? you’re an incredible artist.” he took your hand in his.

curse you peter parker.

you felt your heart skip a beat. play it cool y/n. play it cool. you smiled at him, “maybe another day, yeah?” he pouted holding your hand tighter, “oh, cmon y/n. i deserve to see them” you only laughed, looking away hoping he wouldn’t see the red hue forming on your cheeks but you shook your head. “it’s getting late, parker. we should head back” you said, pulling your hand from his grasp to grab your coat. he smiled, he knew how to get you flustered so easily. he could simply look at you and you’d be a mess. especially when it comes to your art.

he walked you home almost every day, he loved doing it. after you switched schools he missed you so much. the way you got so happy when figuring something out you had been struggling with. the light in your eyes when you looked at him. you were everything to him. he had been like this since he was a kid. he loved watching you work on painting pieces, you made it look so effortless. you found beauty in the simplest things. he couldn’t fathom how much he loved you. when he had sleepless nights, all he wanted to do was swing to your apartment and see you. well, maybe not swing. he still hadn’t told you about his whole spider-man gig.

when you had made it to your apartment, shared with your mom he stood at the door while you opened it and walked in. “thanks for walking me home, peter” you smiled, he shrugged. “it’s no problem” before you could close the door your mom peaked around the corner.

“honey, is that peter?”

“yeah, mom” you answered

“tell him he can stay for dinner”

you turned to peter again, you stepped out of the way letting your friend in. as he walked away, you closed the door taking in a deep breath and putting a hand over your chest trying to calm your nerves. he had made his way to your bedroom where the two of you would typically hang out. truthfully, with your feelings for parker growing every day it was overwhelming.

you walked over to him, following him as he entered. both of you take your bags off and drop them on the floor. you sat the sketchbook on your wooden desk and took a seat on your bed, while peter sat on your office chair.

your attention moved to your phone while peter did whatever. this was normal. just being in each other’s presence, you didn’t have to talk you just enjoyed being around him. when he noticed your distraction he let curiosity get the best of him. he flipped through the pages of the sketchbook you had been hiding from him. when he saw that the sketches were all of him, his heart started pounding. you had pictured him so perfectly, from his eyes to his lips. you had studied him perfectly.

“y/n..” he breathed, you looked up from your phone and saw that he was in your sketchbook and you ran to grab the book out of his hands. “peter, i told you..” you quickly closed the book as peter started laughing. “don’t laugh! it isn’t funny..” you hid your face in your hands, but peter grabbed them as she stood up. “y/n, those sketches are amazing.. why would you hide them?”

“because, i didn’t want you thinking they were creepy, pete. i had nothing else to do at the park so i just..sketched whatever i saw. and..that was you” he shook his head, “no, no, no. i’m honored that you would even think to draw me.” he assured you, “what you do is incredible, don’t ever be ashamed” you couldn’t look at him, the embarrassment was too much. even if he said otherwise you hadn’t planned on him seeing them.

he brought his hand to your face, making you look at him. “it’s okay, really. i’m not mad at you” he smiled. oh my god, oh my god. you simply nodded, “okay..” you sighed.

“y/n! peter! dinner!” your mother called.

talk about being saved by the bell.

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after peter had gone home, you stood in the kitchen with your mom helping her clean up. “have you told peter about school?” she was too busy on the dishes to notice your body language chance. “no...i haven’t got the courage..i love him, mom. i don’t want to hurt him.” your mom quickly quit what she was doing, grabbing a towel and drying her hands, and walking over to you.

“you know what you want right?” you nodded, “yes mom, but i-“ “what do you want?” you stared at her, thinking about it for a few seconds. “peter” she smiled at you, placing a kiss on your head. “talk with him, tomorrow at the ball drop”.

right, the ball drop!

you smiled, “thank you mom. i love you!” you laughed and headed to your room. you fell on your bed and sent a quick message to peter.

parker. ball drop, tomorrow. same time as always?

every year since high school, for the new year he would talk you to the ball. it started becoming a tradition it was just something the two of you enjoyed. sure, it was cheesy but you had so many memories. you had never kissed him on new years, not that you minded. okay, maybe you did. you fell asleep that night with peter on your mind, hoping you could finally get the courage to tell him you loved him the next day.

when peter woke up he was greeted by a text from you, he quickly checked it with a big grin on his face.

parker. ball drop, tomorrow. same time as always?

he laughed, almost hearing your voice while reading it. god, he loved you so much. he got out of bed changing into his suit ready to tackle on the day being spider-man until he picked you up.

you had slept in a little longer that day, there wasn’t much to y had planned on doing until that night since you usually headed out around eight. just for a decent view, but usually, you’d leave the crowd before it hit too packed for some private space.

you got up, made breakfast, and turned on the tv to watch some news. every morning you were greeted with the same red and blue suit tackling the cities crime. truthfully, you admired him for that. it takes a lot for someone to step up and help the city, so you had a positive opinion of the masked man, unlike some others.

before you knew it, peter was knocking on your window ready to pick you up. it was very rare he ever came in your front door. “peter?” you hummed, opening your window and helping him inside. “oh my god, what happened to your eye?” you asked, you gently held his face. “i had an accident on my..skateboard.” it was an obvious lie but peter didn’t want to explain everything to you so suddenly.

“peter, you rarely fall. what happened?”

he shook his head, “y/n i’ll explain it later. are you ready?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes, and nodded, “yeah, let me grab my scarf” you hummed. you quickly ran out of your room getting the black scarf and wrapping it around your neck.

the night was cold, the wind freezing the both of you but it was still fun. peter never failed to make you laugh no matter what was going on. you stood with the crowd for another hour before peter finally took you to the back to talk to you.

“y/n i have to tell you something,” he said, you looked up at him, “i do too” you blurted, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. he laughed, “you go first” you brought your hand down and sighed, “i uh..i like you peter” you looked away, afraid of what he was gonna say.

“i know”

your head quickly whipped around to him, “what?” “it’s obvious. any time i look at you or touch you, you look away and blush. not saying it’s anything bad considering i like you too” he started, he was about to open his mouth before you cut him off

“you like me?” he nodded, “i do but- there’s something you should know”

“what is it?” you blinked, “i’m..kinda..spider-man” you laughed, it was all coming together now. “i knew it!” you cheered, he laughed looking at you “oh really?”

“yes, you got buff one day, you’ve been ditching me sometimes and it’s all adding up with your wounds.” you smiled, he rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah. so you’re not mad..?” “of course not, parker. actually, i’m glad you trust me enough to tell me” you answered, peter reached for your hand and held it tightly. you didn’t know when was the right time to tell him about your school but you were quickly pulled from that thought when peter started talking again.

“so, does this mean you'll be my girl?” he asked with a smirk. you couldn’t think clearly, looking up at his dark brown eyes as the snow dotted your clothes. “peter..i..” you breathed, looking away. he was quick to grab your chin with his calloused hand, meeting your eyes again. “yes or no?” you saw his eyes move to your lips. you closed your eyes, gaining the courage to answer him.

“yes”

he smiled, “i’m so glad you said that” his lips quickly met with yours. the kiss was passionate, as you expected from him. you had never imagined that this is how you would be kissing your best friend. you heard the countdown in the background and quickly pulled away, “peter” you hummed, he was breathless. “what?” his voice became deeper, you looked at the ball above you, “the ball” he followed your gaze.

“5”

“4”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“happy new year!!” the crowd roared, you smiled widely and turned back to peter who was already looking at you. you grabbed his jacket pulling him closer only to kiss him. it wasn’t as passionate as the previous one but still, makes your heart flutter nonetheless. once the both of you had pulled away he smiled, “happy new year, my love”

“happy new year, peter”

it was only then, you realized you didn’t tell him about your college application.

#tasm x reader #peter parker x you #andrew garfield #peter parker #andrew garfield x reader #andrew!spiderman #andrew!peter x reader #the amazing spider man #tasm 2 #no way home #peter parker x reader

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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I Can't Feel My Hands

Track Five: When The Gloves Come Off | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Haruchiyo Sanzu x f!Reader Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: OHHHHHHHHH i want him so bad help me Warnings: toxic relationship, hinted baby trapping, love triangle, dirty talk, degradation, pregnancy, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, exhibitonism, mutual pining (i think??), drug use (ecstacy), dacryphilia.Words: 2.9k

You don’t see the way his eyes flit from side to side when you aren’t here. You don’t see the way his hair sways with each movement of his head as he continues to look for you. Chifuyu has been attending your fiancé’s underground fight club for just over a year now. It was a way to make some extra cash for the holidays; he could earn a quick buck while beating the shit out of someone.

So, he didn’t join because of you – but it would be a lie for him to say you didn’t influence his decision to stay.

Even despite the cool chill of the winter air, you are like a ray of sunshine to him. You’re bundled up so nicely in a plum purple duffel coat and a matching beanie hat. You greet everyone as you enter, full of smiles and adoration for all of the attendees. Whether they are fighters or merely spectators, everyone lowers their guard around you.

He waves at you, and you wave back.

Chifuyu takes note of the way you look both ways as if you’re about to cross the street. You’re scanning the room. He wonders if you think he’s buying your performative art. That you’re pretending to be happy. You’d lie, of course, if he called you out on it. Why wouldn’t you be happy?

He knows.

“You’ve been fighting already, huh?” you ask, taking his hands in your gloved ones as you inspect his gauze covered knuckles. Blinding crimson seeping through the ragged material. He pulls them away from you, laughing in an attempt to make light of his busted and bloody skin.

“Never mind that. I take it the decorations were your idea. They’re nice, probably too nice for a shit hole like this.” Chifuyu jokes. You nod, there was no reason somewhere like this couldn’t benefit from a dose of holiday cheer.

The fact that your partner agreed to liven the place up with Christmas décor was no small feat. He was dead set against it, at first, claiming it ruins the ambiance. There was no ambiance, just sweat, fear and testosterone. Just how it should be. But if people feel better, they’ll fight better. He supposed you had a point, giving you his credit card and allowing you to run wild and buy whatever you wanted to spruce the dingy place up.

“Oh, I got you something.” he told you. He began raking around in his pockets for whatever it was he had gotten for you. Your eyes started to vibrate; you could cry. He’s so sweet, so thoughtful, he spent his hard earned money on you.

“For me, really Chifuyu? You didn’t have to do that.” you explained. He was having trouble finding it, you did your best to keep a giggle to yourself as you realised your staring was likely giving him performance anxiety. “Fuck, who’d have thought a bunch of guys fighting in one place would make a room so damn warm?” you questioned, starting to un-toggle your coat.

And he found the box.

His beaming smile turned into a defeated one as he looked at you. At your body. You were unshielded by your coat and it all came rushing back to him. A painful reminder that you belong to someone else. He doesn’t know why he likes you so much besides the fact you’re attractive and kind. You’re his reason for being here. He’s your favourite fighter of them all.

Is he wrong to think there’s something between you?

“Here, sorry it’s a little… I don’t know. I hope you like it.” he tells you, handing you a box. A ring box. It makes your heart race. He bought you a ring. It took everything you had to steady your breathing. It was overwhelming. You were highly emotional and at a total loss for words. He began to laugh as he saw your eyes well up with tears. “Quit being a cry baby. Just wanted to get you a little something for Christmas, I guess.”

You opened it, a feeling of joy exploded within you. It was a simple gold ring band with a turquoise gem in the middle. He didn’t need to tell you, you already knew why he chose it.

“Your birth stone? Chifuyu…”

“Wait,” he instructs, fishing around his pockets once more. He pulled out a simple chain and held it in the palm of his hand. You quickly noticed the chain had been threaded through a ring like yours, and he picked it up gently with his thumb and fore finger. “I have your birth stone here. I’m gonna wear it every time I fight, like a good luck charm.”

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you, for the gift, of course. But…”

“’m sorry if you don’t like it. But you’ve been a great friend to me since I started here and I really value our friendship. I think I’ll fight better knowing a part of you is close… you know… to my heart.”

You looked around the room dramatically, praying to God that no one could hear him. It took you no time at all to get closer to him, eyes staring at him with deadly derision. Too damn loud. Too damn stupid.

“Are you trying to get us both killed? I appreciate it, I do. You know how I feel about you and how much I care about you, but we can’t do this. We can’t do anything.”

And you’re a fool.

You’re a fool to think you could do anything at all without his knowledge. Whether he is present or not, he has eyes and ears everywhere. But today, he just so happened to be staring down at you from his office.

Sanzu likes to watch the fights behind the window while he sits comfortably in his luxurious leather chair. He can see everything from that window. You should have looked up, silly girl. If you had, you would have seen a tall, pin stripe wearing prince in his den of debauchery. He’s been watching you the entire time. Watching you with him.

Neither of you notice when he emerges from the room and starts to descend the stairs. A face like thunder and heavy steps to match. And still, you don’t fucking notice. Too wrapped up in your side piece, he supposes, or maybe you’re just that dumb. Nobody bothers trying to interact with him, there’s never any point when Sanzu has that look in his eye.

Your heart grows cold when you feel a hand slip into the small of your back. He pulls your body into his, you can’t help but laugh when you feel so awkward. And his glimmering grin is oh so fake. You feel his body tense against yours when you slip the ring into your pocket.

Don’t be shy now. You were both flaunting them a few moments ago.

He faces you, it’s a command for a kiss. And of course, you comply.

“You shouldn’t hide Matsuno’s gift that he so generously gave you.” he tells you, arms perfectly long enough to dip into your pocket to retrieve it. And you’re both cringing. He really did see everything. You really are fucked.

“It’s fine, uh—”

“Put it on,” your fiancé instructs, pulling apart the box to reveal what’s inside. And he laughs, as if the ring is so awful and pathetic. But it’s beautiful, you think, you don’t see what’s so terrible about it. “It’ll look nice next to mine. Take your glove off and put it on sweetheart. Now.”

You sigh. But what can you do? Only what you’re told. Always. Reluctance fuels the action as you begin to tug lightly on the tips of the black pleather. It’s agonising to say the least. Sanzu’s scarred mouth bearing his teeth as he grins from ear to ear in anticipation. Chifuyu knows what’s coming, and still his stomach is doing flips. It’s just so… real. Too fucking real.

There is a rock on your finger the size of the sun. A brilliant diamond so dazzling, Chifuyu is almost blinded by it. It lights up the room, and he doesn’t dare even estimate how much that thing cost.

“I don’t want to wear them on the same hand, Haru, they don’t go together.” you explain, preparing to cover your hand with your glove once again. But he’s too quick for you, snatching your wrist and pulling it towards him. He takes the ring, forcing it down your middle finger.

“Now now, don’t tell lies sweetheart. Look, it looks lovely.” he tells you, pulling your hand around to show it to Chifuyu. “A ring worth more than your life, the one I got you. Right next to some cheap costume jewellery. Hah. Balance, y’know? It works.”

You don’t want to risk apologising on his behalf. Not even a silent mouth movement. You hope your eyes tell him, though. They are filled with so much sorrow and remorse. He understands. Loud and clear.

“Anyway, lets head upstairs and let him prepare for his next fight. Being down here can’t be good for your stress, and the baby.” Sanzu announces. You hold your hand on your stomach, you suppose he’s right. And Sanzu revels in the way Chifuyu’s face drops at the remembrance that you’re carrying his child.

You’ll never be his.

You’re Sanzu’s, forever.

“Later.” Chifuyu huffs, heading towards the bathrooms to splash water in his face.

“Oh, Matsuno. How many fights have you got today?” Sanzu questions, holding your upper arm flesh in a deathly grip as he began to lead you upstairs.

“I’m going home after this next one.” Chifuyu answers.

“Hm… No. I don’t think so. You’re going to do four more fights today.”

“That’s not what I—”

“If you don’t like it, Matsuno, feel free to find another fight club. Another way to make money. And… better company to keep.” he finishes his statement as he references you. Your eyes flutter shut. Honestly, it would be better if he did leave. Nothing could ever happen between you. So why do you insist on punishing yourselves?

“Tch…” he huffs, walking away from you both.

There was an undeniable raucous roaring from downstairs. And yet, whilst with Sanzu in his office, everything was deathly silent. There was nothing but you, him and your erratic breathing. You were bending over his desk, one knee raised on the wooden oak and the other holding the rest of your weight.

He mocked you as your pastel blue panties dangled so raunchily around your ankle. What a slut, his slut. And he reminded you that you were his each time his hand wandered between swiping his thumb over your clit and caressing your swollen stomach.

His.

Only his.

“It seems I’ve misjudged you. I didn’t think you were as stupid as you look, and yet…”

“P-Please, Haruchiyo. ‘m sorry… What did I—”

“Playin’ dumb too, huh? Dumb slut, look at you. Pussy spread nice ‘n open for me. Gonna remind you who you belong too, angel.” he explains, coldly.

You shudder as you hear the familiar sound of him tugging down the zipper of his expensive designer trousers. Two fingers come down on your pussy lips in the shape of a ‘V’, each digit opening you up in a beautiful display for him. His gorgeous girls divine intimacy.

You hear a trademark, manic, snicker. It’s because of him, and he takes great pleasure in that. It’s because his bulbous throbbing tip slipped unassumingly into your eager, drippy cunt. Your pulsating heat practically sucked it in the minute he made contact. You know you belong to him. You body is his home and you can’t decide whether or not it’s unfortunate that he is the one who holds the key to unlock it. The one who deposited his personal belongings inside.

His hand finds your blossoming baby bump again. You’re only four months, but you’re showing so perfectly for him. He did this to you. And he’d do it again and again, if he could.

“You can’t be so stupid that you think you can get away with making a fool of me, baby. I just don’t believe it.” he tells you. His body is still. But a distinctive: shluck shluck shlucking tells you that he’s rubbing his length with only the head of his cock resting inside of you. It’s so nonchalant, it’s almost lulling you into a false sense of security, so serene and lackadaisical. It’s enough to disarm you; he’s fooling you to believe everything is alright. Everything’s peachy, you can at least pretend.

“Didn’t mean to make a fool of you, Haru, honest. H-How did I?” you ponder.

The sweetest little sound he’s ever heard, a gasp in the form of a screeching inhale, ran wild and free from your swollen lips as he sank his length deeper inside of your wet walls. He pulled out completely, earning a downtrodden sigh from you. The feeling of emptiness too much to bear. He leaned against the desk beside you for a moment. And in an instant, you knew what he was up to.

“Y-You promised you wouldn’t touch ecstacy anymore. Haru you promised. You swore when I got pregnant you’d s-stop…” you reminded him, salty tears welling on your messy lash line.

“And I believe you made a silent promise to be mine when I proposed, isn’t that right? I even knocked you up for good measure.” Sanzu states as he swallows his pill and returns to your waiting slot. He slowly plunges inside of you, right up against your aching little cervix.

“But, I am yours…”

“So why were you flirting with Matsuno, huh? Been leading the poor guy on, letting him buy you gifts. You’re sick, just a money grabbing whore. That’s the only reason you wanted me, right? For my money.” he hissed, bullying himself into you and thrusting against your sweet spot slowly. Each pummel is a targeted hit. He wants your head to spin and thoughts to blur as you try and make sense of his words – like he’s purposefully trying to trip you up.

“That’s not true at all. I love you… I—”

You yelp softly as he yanks at your hair and forces your head to smack against the window. You’re humiliated. It was already terrifying to think people may look up and see what the two of you are doing, but at least you were hiding your face. Now, if anyone were to look up, you’d soon have a gaggle of spectators.

“There’s your little boyfriend down there. Think he’ll look up? Seems like he’s a bit busy getting the shit kicked out of him.” Sanzu teases nastily as he forces you to observe the ongoing fight.

He was right. For as long as Sanzu had been tormenting your poor cunt, you’d spent even longer in silence in the office. It was a fun way of punishing you, he thought, the silent treatment always makes you work up a sweat. It’s because you never know what’s going on beneath that rosy, pink head of hair. In the deep creases of his troubled mind. He could conjure up any sick twisted thought in there. And you’d simply have to accept it.

Chifuyu was on his final match. He lay in a near death like state on the floor. Poor guy. It’s all thanks to Sanzu’s jealousy. His opponent repeatedly stamping on his head with his bare feet. You can see so many cuts, bruises and bloody gashes all over his body. You wish you could help him; if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’d given up.

Your tears began to smear on the glass as Sanzu picked up the pace in his penetrative assault. Sweat coated your skin, blurring the cold window to the shape of your figure.

“I wonder if he thinks you’re even prettier when you’re crying like I do.” he wonders aloud.

His opponent is pulled away from him, and still, Chifuyu makes no attempt to move. He’s just lying there like he has no life left in his body. He doesn’t think you’re prettier, as he watches you get fucked against the office desk and window from his place on the ground. He just thinks you’re beautiful no matter what.

And even Chifuyu can hardly stop himself from crying when your body gives in to your fiancé. If he fucks so perfectly against one spot again and again, there’s only going to be one outcome.

You can’t stand that Chifuyu can see you like this. Coming undone around Sanzu’s length. Convulsing and eyes crossing as you give yourself over to him. Fuck, he’s so mean, but he’s such a good lay.

It makes you wonder what Chifuyu like. So soft and so gentle, you imagine. It would be so loving. You think he’d ask you again and again if you’re okay or if he’s hurting you.

That’s just the type of guy he is.

But, you suppose you’ll never know. And as he watches you reach the end of your spasms and practically collapse against the window, he supposes the same. You’ll never be his, and he’ll never be yours. He’s got the message from Sanzu loud and God damn clear, he thinks.

Maybe it’s time for him to find a new fight club, after all.

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tyongxnct · 3 years ago

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𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗟𝗲𝗲

pairing: musicteacher!Mark x rich!reader, musicmajor!Mark x musicmajor!reader

special guests: Jeno & Renjun

summary: Mark’s biggest dream is to become a musician. He’d do anything to make his dream reality. That includes using you, the principal's daughter. University starts soon and Mark’s only chance to attend his dream university is you. Making you fall in love with him is easier than he thought, what he didn’t expect was that he’d also fall in love with you.

genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing, (sorry if i missed anything)

wc: 14k

NOTE: ENJOY THE FIRST PART OF MY SERIES, i hope you like it!! I’m so excited to write and post the other parts, i’m sorry if there are any mistakes i’m so sleepy lmao. i love you guys, thank you.

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this is fiction!

Mark Lee is a dreamer.

Since he was little, his biggest dream was to become a musician. With the lyrics he wrote, his guitar in his hands and a stage he was standing on. He imagined himself on the stage, thousands of people watching him and singing along with his self-written lyrics.

Mark loved writing down his thoughts and emotions, no matter when and what he felt. When he was showering, he summed along the melody he had in his head and before he could forget it, he got out of the shower, recorded his voice with his phone and then he finished showering.

Mark loved making music, it was always his dream, but his parents didn’t support his dream. His parents told him that there was no future for artists, he wouldn’t make any money with his guitar. Music is not a stable job, it’s a hobby.

Mark fought against his parents, he tried everything he could do to change their minds, to show them how much it means to him, but in the end, he moved out and decided to go to NEO CITY UNIVERSITY OF ART, Mark’s dream University. Mark wanted to study music and nobody could stop him. He listened to his heart and even though he left his parents to follow his dreams, he knew that he could make it.

There was just one big problem, Mark has no home, almost no money and no job. He moved out and slept at his friend’s house for a couple days until he finally found a job near the campus of neo city university of art. He started working at the café and met Jeno, who was also working there.

Jeno got accepted in the acting department, his biggest dream and luck was on Mark’s side because Jeno and his roommate Renjun, who was also going to NCUA to study art, were looking for a roommate and they were living 10 minutes from school.

Mark knew he was getting closer to his dream, but there was still a big problem, Mark didn’t get accepted to NCSA. His world crashed down as he read the email, but luck was again on his side. He was preparing a smoothie as he heard you and your friend talk.

“My dad wants me to get more private lessons because apparently, I'm not as good as his students. ‘It’s a scandal, the daughter of the famous principal and great-granddaughter of the founder of NEO CITY UNIVERSITY OF ART can’t play the piano and struggles with the guitar.’, as my mother would say.” you say with a mocking tone. The tone your mother always uses when she scolds you.

Yes, you are the daughter of known artists but that doesn’t mean that you have to be as talented as them.

It’s not like you don’t like playing instruments, it was just a little bit too hard to play so many instruments. You always preferred to sing, you actually just wanted to focus on your voice and the emotions you wanted to portray.

“Just say yes to any teacher, you always say no, just get over with it.” you friend says as she pets your hair.

“But they’re always too old or too young. I don’t want an old grumpy man to teach me how to play the piano and I don’t want a little girl to hold a guitar as big as her and teach me how to play it.”

Mark smiled to himself as he felt like he hit the jackpot. You didn’t notice him listening to your conversation, but Mark could kiss you then and there because you just gave him the perfect opportunity.

“So, Mark Lee, right?”

"Yes, sir.”

Mark was absolutely nervous. He was sitting right in front of Principial y/l/n.

Your dad looked through Marks CV, it was hard to describe the look on his face and that scared Mark. Mark just went to an ordinary high school and has worked a couple part time jobs, he was nothing special, well at least he thought that he was nothing special.

“So, you can play the guitar, piano... rapping, that’s interesting.” he says, “You also write lyrics?” he looks up at Mark.

“Y-Yes, sir. I started writing when I was a little kid and I still do. I like to write down my thoughts.” Mark tells and tried not to stutter.

“So, Mark, your application is interesting and-”

“Dad! I’m home!” you suddenly entered your dad’s office.

Your eyes met Mark’s the second you entered and Mark hoped that you wouldn’t recognize him.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you had a guest.” you said shyly.

“Your timing is actually perfect. Meet your new teacher. Mark Lee, Mark, this is my daughter y/n.”

Mark stood up and held his hand out and you shook it softly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” you said with a small smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Mark smiled back, “W-Wait does that mean I get the job?”

You giggled at his reaction, “Yes, Mr Lee, you got the job.” you dad says as he reaches his hand out to shake Mark’s and Mark just noticed that he was still holding your hand.

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Mark entered the apartment with a big fat smile on his face.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Renjun asked with a bag of chips in his hands as he looked up from the tv in the living room.

“I have great news. Is Jeno home?” Mark took off his jacket as he sat down next to Renjun and hugged him tightly.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Renjun pushed Mark away and as soon as Jeno left his room, Mark stood up and hugged him.

“You guys, I have BIG news.”

“Spit it out already!” Renjun said as his curiosity grew.

“So, I was working at the café yesterday, right? So, I hear this girl and her friend, she was complaining that her dad wants her to have private guitar and piano lessons.”

“So?” Jeno and Renjun asked at the same time.

“So, guess who’s the new music teacher of NEO CITY UNIVERSITY OF ARTS’ principal's daughter, y/n y/l/n?”

“No fucking way!”

“You are kidding right?!”

“Do you guys know what that means?”

They looked at him curiously.

“If I get close to her and her dad, I have a bigger chance to attend NCUA and I bet he knows so many producers and with all of his connections I could have a chance to record an album. Fuck, this is the perfect opportunity.” Mark said with a big grin on his face.

“Don’t you think that’s a little, I don’t know, mean to use her like that?” Renjun asked and Jeno nodded.

“I-I’m not using her, well, maybe I am, but it’s a win-win situation. I’ll teach her to play the guitar and the piano and maybe I'll get the chance to fulfill my dreams.” Mark defends himself, he didn’t think about any consequences, he was just too happy to care.

“And also, the payment is amazing. As soon as I get my first paycheck we’ll go and celebrate!”

“Don’t do anything you might regret.” Jeno warns him.

“Calm down, guys. Just trust me on this.”

“You have two months, Mark. Two months until the first semester starts.” Renjun reminds him.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll wrap her around my finger before those two months end.”

Lesson 1 – week 1

Mark entered the big house you lived in and he was greeted by a maid who welcomed him in. He was still amazed, your house was big, neat and really minimalistic.

“Ms y/n is in the music room waiting for you, sir. Please follow me.”

“Please call me Mark.” he said. It felt wrong to be called sir by a woman much older than him.

Mark entered the bis music room, which was much bigger than a simple room, with wide eyes. There was a big, white piano, on the wall were awards and paintings and then his eyes met yours.

“Hey.” you said as you stood up from your seat.

“Hey, Ms y/l/n.”

“Oh, please just call me y/n. I read your application; we are the same age.”

The maid closed the door and left you two alone, leaving you standing there awkwardly.

“Uhm, you can sit down if you want to.” you said as you pointed next to you.

“Oh, uhm yeah right. Thanks.”

Mark tried so hard not to fuck this up.

“So, I think we should get to know each other first, what do you think?” he said as he sat down on the other side of the couch, leaving space between you.

“Sure, I guess that’s a good idea.”

“Sooo, tell me about yourself.” Mark softly smiled at you.

“Well, there’s not much to tell. I like watching movies and I like music, but I'm not that good with instruments. Uhm, I don’t have any siblings... I love fries and ice cream with lemon flavor-” you stopped talking as you noticed that you were non-stop talking. You were kind of nervous as he looked at you with his brown eyes and listened to you. “Sorry, I talk too much.”

“No, no. Don’t worry. What’s your favorite movie?”

“I don’t really have a favorite movie. There are so many different genres and it’s so hard to choose. I like twilight, but I also like all of the marvel movies, I'm a sucker for romance but I also love mindfuck movies-”

You stopped talking again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know when to stop. I love talking about movies, I could talk about them for hours. Maybe you should tell me more about yourself.”

As someone who doesn’t have many friends, you wanted to find new friends and Mark seemed nice, so you wanted to become friends with him. It’s not like you never talked to people your age, it’s just that nobody really wanted to be your friend. The daughter of famous musicians, everyone thought that you were a bitch who loved daddy’s money. Which you weren’t.

“You don’t have to apologize. I also like to talk about movies. Anyways, I love music, I love writing lyrics and I love my guitar,” he pointed at the case he bought with him, “I have two roommates and that’s basically it.”

“You don’t live with your family?” you asked curiously.

“Nope. I, uhm, wanted to move out and yeah.” he said, not explaining further why he exactly moved out.

“That’s so cool! I wanted to move out, too. I love my parents, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like I don’t have any privacy or freedom. I’m almost 19 and I still have a curfew!” you say as you look out of the window.

“That’s cute.” Mark laughs.

“It’s not cute, it’s embarrassing.”

There was a silence for a couple of seconds until Mark cleared his throat and started talking again. “So, maybe we should start. Which one do you like the most? Guitar or piano?”

“I think I like the piano and I feel like I'm not as bad as I'm with the guitar, so maybe we could start with guitar lessons?” you suggest.

“Don’t say you’re bad at it. I bet you’re actually great.” Mark took his guitar out of its case and started to explain you the basics of a guitar.

“You have to pull the strings gently, don’t pull to hard.”

After explaining you the basics, he showed you how to tune your guitar.

“Like this?” you do as he says.

“Exactly. As if you’re holding a baby and you’re softly stroking his cheeks.”

You giggled softly, the metaphor Mark used was too random but kinda cute.

Lesson 4 - week 2

That’s how your first lesson went. Mark would come and teach you three days a week and with a blink of an eye, it’s been a week since your first lesson. Today was your fourth lesson and you felt yourself become more comfortable around Mark. You weren’t that shy and nervous anymore, it felt like you knew Mark since forever. It was fun to talk to him about everything and anything.

“Like this?” you asked him again, just to tease him.

“Y/n! Are you a rockstar? You can’t pull the strings like that! Poor baby, I'm sorry. She didn’t mean to hurt you.” he told his guitar.

“Mark you’re so cute!” before you could realize, you called him cute and you could see him blushing and your eyes widened.

“I-I m-mean, not cute, but like yeah, uhm f-funny cute?” you tried to save yourself.

“So, you think I'm cute?” he looked at you with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

“Well, I’m a lady's men, what can I say.” he sighs with a smile.

“Yeah yeah,” you agree sarcastically, “So, do you want some pizza?” you change the topic.

“Who says no to pizza?”

Almost an hour later, your pizzas arrived. You thanked the delivery man and slowly went back to the music room.

“My parents would kill me if they saw me eating in their holy room.” you say and take a bite of your pizza. But your parents wouldn’t be home until midnight, so you used the opportunity.

“We can go to the pizza place next time; I don’t want to risk anything.” Mark says as he watched you take a bite.

“Yummy?” he asks.

You nod with a smile, “Wanna have a taste?”

Mark stares at you, for a split second he thought of something dirty, but he didn’t want to scare you away, so he just nodded and took a bite off the pizza in your hand.

Suddenly his face was much closer to yours and you could feel your breathing go faster.

“Wanna take a bite of mine, too?”

The only thing you could do was to nod.

You took a bite of his pizza and kept eating silently. The closeness to Mark sends shivers down your spine. It felt so weird, something you never felt before.

Lesson 7 – week 3

Maybe you should’ve tied your hair.

But it was too late now. You were looking down to the guitar as your view got blocked by your hair.

Mark reached out, using the opportunity to put your hair behind you ear. His hand softly brushed your cheek and when you looked up to him, meeting his eyes, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

Mark pulled back as soon as he heard the knock on the door.

Your parents entered and Mark’s heart almost dropped. It was Mark’s first time meeting your mother and you looked exactly like her. She was really pretty, just like you.

“I hope we’re not interrupting.” your dad says as he greets you two.

Mark stood up and bowed nevously.

“No, not at all, sir.”

“So, you are Mark, it’s nice to finally meet you. I hope my daughter isn’t giving you any trouble.” your mother says with a smile.

“Mom...” you mumble.

“No, it’s great to work with her. She’s really good and she learns fast.” Mark said honestly.

“That’s good. You don’t have much time left, y/n.” you dad reminds you that school starts soon.

“Yes, I know dad.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner, Mark?” your mother asks.

Mark celebrated in his head.

“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” he says but he hopes that she’ll ask again.

“Of course not, come on, you must be hungry.” your mother smiles softly.

You found yourself sitting in front of Mark at your dining table.

“So, Mark. Tell us about yourself.” your mother says as she takes a small bite of her steak.

“Well, there’s not much to say. Music is my passion and I love writing lyrics. Uhm, I have two roommates and that’s basically it.” Mark tells your parents.

“And you parents?” your dad asks and your mom kicks him under the table, “What?”

“It’s alright,” Mark smiles, “I’m currently not in contact with my parents. We weren’t on the same page about my future.”

You look at him with a sad look on your face, you felt sorry and you wished you could help him.

“What are your plans for the future?” he asks.

“I want to make music. I want to produce my own album and write my own lyrics and perform them on a stage.”

You could see the way Mark’s eyes sparkled as he talked about his dream.

“As a dad myself, I can tell you that your parents just want the best for you, it’ll take them a while to fully understand what your dreams are, but they love you. I can see that you’re really serious about it.”

Mark smiled at his words, he was right, Mark knew that his parents wanted the best for him, but it still hurt him when his parents didn’t even consider supporting him.

“Thank you for the food, Mr & Mrs y/l/n. Have a good night.”

You walked Mark to the door and finally felt like you could talk to him properly.

“I’m sorry about your parents.”

“It’s alright. You don’t have to be sorry. It is what it is.” he smiles at you.

You leaned against the door and play with your fingers. “I hope dinner wasn’t too awkward. My dad doesn’t know when to shut up- wait, now I know who I got that from.”

You and Mark started to laugh, “Well you have your beauty from your mother and how many times do I have to tell you that I like listening to you?”

You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen.

“U-Uh-” you stutter, not able to find the right words.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday, y/n.”

Mark smirked at you as he saw what his words did to you, he didn’t lie. You are beautiful, but he caught you off guard and left you standing there with a crazily beating heart.

Lesson 12 – week 4

“Y/n?” Mark asks after a while of studying notes and trying to play the guitar.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to out with me tomorrow night?”

Suddenly a loud guitar sounds startles Mark.

“G-Go out with you?” You look at Mark with wide eyes.

Mark simply nods, “Yeah, my roommates are throwing a party and I thought you’d like to go. With me. You’ve been studying so much and I thought we could do something- different.”

“Y-Yeah, I'd love to go with you. When does it start?”

“I’ll pick you up at 10.”

“Fuck, hold on.” you say as you remind yourself about your parents and your curfew.

“My parents, they won’t allow me to go to a party that late- hold on!” you rush to your phone and call your best friend.

Mark chuckled, it looked cute how excited you got.

“Okay, I love you, lifesaver. Have fun with him!”

You plopped down next to Mark on the couch. “I’ll tell my parents I'll sleep over at my best friends place.”

“You little bad girl, but I don’t want you to lie to your parents.”

“It’s alright, it’s not the first time I used that lie, you know, I’m not that good girl everyone thinks I am.”

“Oh, no. I think you are a good girl.”

Next day

“Your mother and I are going out for dinner. Have fun, call us if you want us to pick you up.” you dad says.

“Dad, I'm not 12 anymore.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Love you.”

“Love you, y/n. But still, if anything happens just give us a call.” your mom also tells you.

“Love you guys too!”

It took you almost two hours to get ready. You weren’t sure what to wear. A dress? A skirt? A simple jean?

After changing your outfit five times, you were ready. A simple red summer dress, which hugged your curves, with thin straps and with white daisies on it which reached the middle of your thighs. You straightened your hair and put some make up on, but not too much, and just simple white sneakers.

The knock on your door reminded you that you had to go. With a little bit of lip-gloss, you were done.

“I’m coming!”

You opened the door and you left Mark speechless.

“Mark? Hello?”

“What? Oh yeah right, you look stunning.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Thank you Mark. You look really handsome.”

“Thanks.” he said with a smirk, looking you up and down and forgetting why he was there in the first place.

“Mark? Shouldn’t we go?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. You’re right.”

You found yourself at your first house party. Mark held your hand tightly as he entered his apartment. There were so many people already and most of them already drunk.

“Do you want something to drink, y/n?” he asks, raising his voice a little since the music was so loud.

“Sure.”

Mark handed you something that looked like beer, you took a sip and realized that it wasn’t beer. “Mark is that apple juice?”

“Yeah, does it taste bad?” he asked as he took a big sip of his alcoholic drink.

“I want alcohol, too.” you tell him as you hand him your cup back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mark. Actually, it’s not my first-time drinking.”

“Wow, maybe you are a bad girl.”

“It’s nothing crazy though. My best friend and I were home alone and we drank some beer, that’s basically it. It tasted like shit.”

“Then I'll give you something else.” Mark gives you a cup with some vodka and coke.

You take a sip, “This definitely tastes better than beer.”

You walked around with Mark by your side and you felt butterflies in your belly as he took your hand and pulled you close to him.

“Who is that pretty lady next to you Markie?” Jeno and Renjun knew exactly who you are, but they promised Mark to play along.

You smiled shyly and introduced yourself.

“Y/n, these two idiots are my roommates, Jeno and Renjun-”

“Y/n do you want to play beer pong with us?” Renjun interrupted Mark.

You look at Mark and then back at Renjun, “I’ve never played it before, but sure.”

You found yourself in the same team as Mark and Jeno and Renjun as your opponent.

“Ladies first.” Jeno said and you threw the ball and luckily, it went inside the cup.

“Seems like you’re not as bad as you thought.” Mark says after giving you a high five.

A couple rounds and two cups later, you felt a little tipsy and you became more open and your shyness was gone.

“Did you see that Markie!” you yell excited and wrap your arms around him after throwing the last ball and winning beer pong.

Mark’s eyes widened and Jeno’s and Renjun’s too. They looked at each other and Mark slowly put his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah, I saw that. Good job. Let’s go outside for some fresh air.”

You nodded and took his hand with a big smile on your face. You excused yourself from Jeno and Renjun and made your way to the little balcony, which was weirdly not occupied.

“Your friends are funny.” you say and take a deep breath.

You leaned against the railing and Mark was right next to you.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this free. Thank you for inviting me, Mark.” you looked at the stars in the sky and the moon was shining brightly on your face.

Mark couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was mesmerized by your beauty.

“I’m glad you’re having fun.” he whispered softly and you turn your face to him and you meet his eyes.

Suddenly you heard one of your all-time favorite songs coming from the party and you pulled Mark inside. “I love that song! We have to dance!” and you found yourself dancing with Mark’s body pressed against yours.

Mark’s hand travelled to your waist as he pulled you even close, he didn’t want anyone else to be close to you, it was just you and him and you were absolutely happy.

A couple hours later, you were dead tired from dancing and standing, there were still so many people partying, but for your first time, that was enough for the night.

“I guess, it’s time to go.” you said as you took one last sip of your coke. You stopped drinking after beer pong and you weren’t even tipsy anymore.

“What? What do you mean time to go? I thought you told your parents you wouldn’t be home?” Mark asked.

“I’m not going home, I'm going over to my best friend's house-”

“No, no. It’s almost four in the morning, just stay here the night. If you’re okay with that.”

You look at Mark and simply nod. You feel safe with Mark.

“Okay. Let’s go.” he takes your hand again and softly pulls you to his room, closing the door afterwards.

He looks through his closet and finds a shirt and shorts for you, but when he turns arouns and sees you standing there so beautifully, he couldn’t stop himself.

Mark dropped the clothes in his hand and walked up to you. His room was dark, just his bedside table light was on.

You looked up to him, you were a little confused, but as soon as you felt his hand on your cheek, you just wanted to kiss him.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whisperes softly and with his thumb, he grazes your lower lip. Mark’s eyes were on your lips but now he’s looking right through your soul.

You closed your eyes, hoping he’d kiss you. You felt his breath against you lips and finally, he pressed his lips against yours.

Mark kissed you slowly, and you didn’t know how to response, this was your first kiss after all. With his two hands, he cupped each of your cheeks and deepened the kiss.

You kissed him back, hoping you were doing the right things, and when you felt his tongue against you lips, you opened your mouth and let him enter. Mark’s tongue played with yours and you couldn’t hold a moan back.

His left hand was on your waist, pulling you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn’t want him to pull away and your legs felt like jelly, you didn’t want to fall down.

The kiss was messy, but so sexy.

Mark sucked on your lower lip and pushed his tongue back inside your mouth. You wanted more, you wanted him to touch you.

Mark pulled away and looked at your lips. He didn’t want to stop kissing you. He wanted to kiss you forever.

Mark saw the lust in your eyes, he knew you wanted more, so he pushed you softly on his bed and hovered above you. His lips found yours again, and the way he kissed you drove you insane.

Mark’s hand travelled to your thigh and he pushed your dress up. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. With his free hand, he pulled the straps of your dress down, giving him access to you neck. You turned your face to the side to give him a better access to you neck and when you felt him suck on your skin, your lips escaped a whimper.

“M-Mark-” you moaned as he kissed his way down to your breasts. You’ve never been touched like that before, or kissed.

He pushed your dress down to expose your breasts, and he felt his dick twitch in his pants as he saw your boobs.

Mark didn’t waste any second as he started licking your left nipple, and pinching the other one with his fingers.

“F-Fuck- oh my god-” it felt so good to have his mouth on your boobs, the feeling was so new to you, but it felt so good. So, fucking good.

“M-More... Mark, please-” you needed more, you needed him to touch you down there.

Mark dropped to his knees on the floor and pulled you to the edge of his bed. He left wet kisses on your thighs as he pushed your dress up to expose you down there fully.

Even the underwear you wore was sexy.

“Is this okay?” he asked you as he softly stroked your thighs.

“Y-yes, please touch me.”

Mark didn’t waste any second as he pulled your panties down. You realized that Mark had a perfect view of your pussy and you shyly closed your legs.

“Everything about you is so beautiful.” he said as he pushed your legs apart.

When you felt his breath against your pussy, you almost came.

Mark started lapping on your wet pussy and he sucked on your clit slowly. He flicked his tongue around your clit and he pushed his tongue in and out your dripping hole, you’ve never felt this good in your life.

You felt his thumb on your clit as he messaged your nub. He kept licking your pussy up and down, eating you out like it was his last mission on earth.

“F-Feels so good-” you moan, and he wants to make you feel ever better.

You feel his index finger on your entrance, you were wet enough for his finger to slip inside of you. It felt weird, but an amazing weird. Not even a two seconds later, he added a second finger and started puming his fingers in and out of you.

With his fingers inside of you and his tongue on your clit, you lost your mind and explode on his tongue. “Oh- oh my god, f-fuck!” you moan out loudly, not caring if anyone heard you. You just had your first orgasm and it was the best feeling ever.

Mark licked you clean and his chin was glistening with your cum as he looked up to you. He crawled up and pressed his lips on yours to give you a taste of yourself.

“Are you okay?” he whispered as he pulled away.

“More than okay.” you whisper back.

Mark cleans you up afterwards and hands you a shirt. You pulled your panties shyly up and changed to his shirt, Mark’s eyes didn’t fail to notice that you were almost completely naked as you changed.

His dick was about to explode. Mark almost came in his pants, but he wanted to make you feel good, he could take care of himself-

“Mark?”

“Oh, yeah sorry, are you alright?”

You nod, “I am, but... u-uh are you?” you point at the tent in his pants.

“O-Oh yeah I'm alright. Don't worry about it.”

“I-I want to make you feel good too.” you say and look anywhere but at him.

“You don’t have to baby-”

Your heart almost exploded when he called you baby, but you put that thought to the side.

“I really want to. I-I just never did that before. Y-you have to tell me how I can make you... feel good.”

Mark looked at you and saw that you really wanted to do it. So, he took his shirt off and unbottened his jeans. He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to him.

You sat down next to him and he took your hand softly and placed your hand slowly on his hard cock. He was still in his boxers and you wanted to see his cock. He was really hard and Mark wanted you to get used to it before he shows you his bare cock.

“I-I want to see.” you tell him shyly and he takes his cock out of his briefs.

Your eyes widened. Mark’s really fucking big and you thought he’d split you in half if he fucked you.

He smiled at you reaction.

“Wrap your hand around it.”

You did as he said and he put his hand on top of yours, slowly guiding you. As soon as you got it, he let go and you pumped his cock up and down. Mark’s eyes were on your face as you looked at his cock. You looked so fucking hot with his cock in his hand and with your post orgasm look, you just glowed.

“A l-little bit faster p-please.” he moans and you do as he says.

You wanted to take his cock in your mouth, you wanted to taste him, too.

You fell down to your knees, right in front of his cock and before Mark could realize, you licked his tip and tasted his precum.

“O-oh my god, w-what fuck fuck fuck.”

Mark’s eyes widened and his cock twitched in your hand.

You put the tip in your mouth and sucked on his tip, your hand was still pumping him up and down and Mark couldn’t hold back. He came inside your mouth without a warning and that surprised you and you pulled back and cum landed on your face.

“Fuck you look so hot- fuck, fuck.” he exploded and you were surprised by the taste of his cum.

Mark was out of breath as he fell back on his bed. His cock was back in his briefs and you were just staring at him with cum on your face.

“I-I’ll clean you up.”

Mark cleaned you up and kissed you on the lips.

“Thank you. Let’s sleep now, baby.”

And that night, you fell asleep with Mark’s arms wrapped around you, your head on his chest and legs entangled.

You woke up in the same postion, Mark was already wide awake.

“Hey.” he said as he saw you wake up, he was admiring your pretty face.

“Hi.” you say and hide your face in his neck.

“How are you feeling?” he asks and softly starts playing with your hair.

“Great. You?”

“Great.”

You look back up at him and he leans in and pecks your lips.

“Do you want to on a date with me tonight?”

“A date?”

He nods as he cups your cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

“Yeah, I want to go on a date with you.”

Just when he was about to press his lips on yours again, your phone rang.

You grabbed your phone and your eyes widened. “Oh, holy shit it’s almost 2 pm!” you jump out of his bed and you answered the call as you looked for your clothes.

“Hey mom... yeah I'm still with her. I know I'll be home soon. Don’t worry, okay. Bye.”

Mark watched you from his bed and when you took his shirt off without thinking twice, your eyes met and you realized that you were just in your panties.

You held his shirt against your boobs shyly and he just giggled at your cuteness.

“I’ll close my eyes if you want me to.”

“N-No, it’s okay... But can you help me? Please?”

Mark jumps out of his bed and helps you with your dress, his fingers brush your skin and you almost jump on him to kiss him and do the things you did last night, but you were late, too late.

“I’ll take you home, I don’t want you to go alone.”

You two got ready in the bathroom and his roommates were still sleeping, the apartment looked like a mess, but Mark told you not to worry about it.

He took the keys of Jeno’s car and drove you home, his hand was holding yours and you didn’t want to go.

Mark parked a little bit further from your house. He wanted to kiss you before you’d leave him again. So, he pressed his lips against yours and pushed his tongue inside of your mouth.

Your little make out session stopped after a couple minutes, Mark wanted to kiss you more and you wanted that too, but you promised him to go on a date tonight, you just had to wait a couple hours until you’d see each other again.

As you got ready for your date tonight, you couldn‘t stop yourself from smiling like a fool. You were so excited to go on a date with Mark and you when you remembered last night, your cheeks started burning. You had your first intimate experience last night and it was amazing. The way Mark made you feel, the way he kissed and touched you.

Your phone interrupted your thoughts. Mark sent you a text, telling you that he was waiting outside.

You told your parents that you were going out for dinner with your best friend, you didn’t want to lie to them, but it was still too early to tell them that you were going on a date with your music teacher.

Mark leaned against the brick wall outside your house and when he finally saw you, he smiled brightly and opened his arms for you. You didn’t waste a second and jumped in his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Hey pretty girl.”

You pressed a kiss on his cheek, “Hi.” you said back.

“I planned a great night for us, pretty girl. And I’ll make sure you won’t forget it.”

And you never did. Whenever you felt sad, you remembered that night. You remembered how Mark held your hand tightly, or wrapped his arm around your waist and how he took you to the pier.

You had an amazing dinner with a great view, he made you laugh all the time and the butterflies in your belly were flying around crazily.

“I want to kiss you.” Mark said as took a step towards you on the railing of the bridge.

You two were staring at the stars and the sea and it was so romantic. Just like you always imagined how your first date would be.

“Then kiss me.”

So, he pressed his lips against yours.

This kiss was different than the others. Even though your tongues played with each other, it wasn’t a messy but a passionate kiss. He trapped you between his arms and the railing, pressing his chest against yours.

Mark could almost hear your heartbeat as he was so close to yours. Your hearts connected that night and you were happier than ever.

A new day, a new music lesson.

Mark entered your home and winked at you from across the room, your parents didn’t see that, of course.

“Hello, sir. Ma'am.” he greeted your parents.

“Hello, Mark. How are the lessons going?” your dad asks.

“Really good, she learns fast and she has really improved in the last couple weeks.”

“That’s great. So, kids, we’re heading out to dinner with a couple friends of ours.” your mom informs you.

You were going to be all alone with Mark.

“Mrs Kim is still here, so if you’re hungry just ask her to cook something for you two.”

Well, not completely alone, but Mrs Kim is an older lady and she probably leaves before your parents come back.

After wishing your parents a great night, Mark followed you to the music room and when you felt his hand softly pinch your butt, you almost yelped loudly.

Your eyes widened and you pulled him to the music room and not a second later, his lips were on yours. Mark pressed you against the door as he kissed you and next thing you felt his lips on your neck, sucking your skin softly.

Your lips escaped a moan, you put your hand on your mouth immediately. You were still not completely alone, you couldn’t risk being loud.

“M-Mark...” you whisper-moaned as his hand travelled inside your shirt, up to your breasts.

“Shh baby, we don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?” he whispered in your ear.

Since you were wearing a skirt, Mark had perfect access to your pussy.

Mark pushed your panties to the side and started playing with your clit, circling it and kissing you to stop you from moaning loudly.

But of course, you couldn’t stop yourself. A moan slipped past your lips and you clenched around Mark’s fingers as he pushed his index and middle finger inside of you.

“Feels good baby?” he whispered and you nod, you could feel the tears in the corner of your eyes. “It f-feels so good.” you whisper against his lips.

“You’re so wet baby, so fucking wet, my fingers slipped inside of you so easily. You’re dripping wet for me, right? Just for me.”

“Y-Yeah. Just for you- oh my god-” Mark pressed his lips on yours to suppress your moans, you came on his fingers and your legs almost gave in.

Mark pulled back and kept his eyes locked with yours. Your chest was going up and down, you were out of breath and when you watched him put his fingers inside his mouth and taste you, you almost came a second time.

“Did I make you feel good?” he asks you.

“Yes. It felt so good-”

A knock on the door interrupted you.

You pushed Mark away and pulled your skirt down.

“Y-Yes?” you asked. “Ms Y/n, I have a small emergency at home, is it okay if I leave earlier? There's still some food in the fridge. You can heat it up and eat it.”

“Sure Mrs Kim. I hope everything is alright.”

“Yes, don’t worry. Have a good night.”

“Good night.”

Now you were completely alone with Mark.

“Sit on the piano.” he says.

“W-What?”

“Sit. On the piano. And take your skirt and your panties off.”

You did as he said and sat on top the piano. Mark looked at you like he was starving and when he was between your legs, he pushed them a little wider and without a warning, he licked your wetness up and down.

The sudden feeling had you squirming around and loud noises echoed through the music room. You hit a couple notes as you felt his tongue dip in and out of your hole.

“Mark!” you moaned out as he sucked on your clit.

Your foot landed on the piano and you didn’t even care how loud you were, you were home alone and you were getting your pussy eaten by the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“Taste so fucking good.” his voice gave you goosebumps, and pushed you to your orgasm.

“Mark- I- I can’t...”

And then you exploded on his tongue, your feet hitting the notes and making so much noise, but your moans were louder.

Mark was so fucking hard, eating you out on a piano was the hottest thing he has ever done or seen. He almost came in his pants, but you almost fell on his lap, your wet pussy brushing his clothes cock.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” he says as he takes his cock out of his pants with your help.

“Do it.” you tell him as you wrap your hand around his cock, just like you did last time.

“N-not today- fuck.”

You started pumping his cock up and down and stared kissing. Mark was sucking on your tongue as he felt his release coming. Mark moaned and whined as he came all over your hand.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”

You found yourself in the kitchen with Mark’s arms wrapped around your waist. You put the dinner Mrs Kim left in the fridge into the microwave and you almost burned it. Mark couldn’t get enough of you; his lips were constantly on you.

“I could kiss you all day.” he mumbled into your neck and sucks on your skin softly.

“Do you want to eat me or actual food?” you ask him, but you actually knew what he was going to answer.

“Of course, you.” his lips found yours again.

“M-Mark... the... food...” you try to say.

And then his stomach growled, making you laugh.

“I guess I am hungry.”

You ate dinner together while watching some TV and after cleaning up, Mark pulled you on his lap. “Let’s stay like this and watch a movie.” he said.

There was no way you’d say no, so you opened netflix and started watching a movie with him.

You were laying with Mark on the couch, his arms wrapped around you and sometimes he kissed you neck and sometimes he turned your head to kiss your lips.

It felt so good to lay between his arms, to feel his lips and his hands all over your body. There was this feeling deep inside of you and you were sure, that you were falling for Mark.

Days later, you told your parents that you were going to sleepover at your best friend's house, even though you went over to Mark’s.

Nothing happened that night, you just talked all night long and kissed. You ordered a pizza and hung out like couples would do, and you could feel the butterflies in your belly every time he kissed you.

Your head was on his chest as he softly played with your hair. You could hear his heartbeat and you were almost sure he could hear yours.

“This feels nice.” you said and closed your eyes.

“Yeah, it does.”

Mark had two girlfriends in high school, his second girlfriend was the one he lost his virginity to and he was never really in love with them. He never felt the butterflies in his belly, he never said I love you, it was like dating but without the love part.

He never knew how it felt to be in love or even fall in love, so the things he felt when he was with you, were unfamiliar to him and he couldn’t really describe it.

Yes, you turned him on, you were incredibly hot and sexy, but you were also cute, pretty and adorable. He liked being with you, he liked teaching you how to play the guitar or the piano. Mark liked how your finger brushed his when you sat at the piano together. Mark liked how you smiled when he looked at you longer than he should.

Mark liked hanging out with you and he always looked forward to your lessons.

“Y/n?” he broke the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

Your eyes widened.

“N-No...” you felt your cheeks heat up.

“So, am I the first guy who gets to hold you like this? And touch you like this?” he asked as his other hand went under your shirt.

“Yes.” you said shyly.

“That’s good.” he presses a short kiss on your hair.

“A-and you?” you really wanted to know.

“Yes. But they never meant anything to me. Not like you do.”

You sat up on the bed and turned to him, “I mean something to you?”

Mark sat up to and cupped your cheek with one hand. “Of course, you mean something to me. You mean to me more than you think.” he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Is that... is that okay?” he whispered against your lips.

You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded and pressed your lips on his.

Mark slowly pushed you on his bed and hovered above you, his lips never left yours. That night, he kissed you over and over again.

“You have two weeks left.” Renjun reminded him.

“I know. I’m almost there. I had to make her fall for me first, I'll leave hints and she’ll ask me herself. Just trust me.”

Mark ignored the voice in his head who told him that he was being the biggest asshole and that it was a mistake to play with you like that.

“That’s so fucked up, but I hope your stupid plan works.” Jeno said after taking a bite of his pizza.

Mark took you on a special date, you were currently in the back of Jeno’s car, kissing and watching the sunset.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” he whispered against your ear.

He left wet kisses on your skin and held you tightly.

“I wish I could spend every hour of the day with you.”

It was time for Mark’s plan.

“I wish that too. I have only one week left until school starts. It sucks. I don’t wanna go there.” you mumble as you hide your face in his neck.

“It really sucks. It would be so much easier if we went to the same school. But I'll just pick you up and we’ll hang out after school and on the weekends.” Mark said casually. He was so good acting, he shocked himself.

“Yeah, that’d be so much easier if we-” suddenly, you stopped talking.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” he asks but you sit up and look at him with a big smile on your face.

“Mark! I just found the perfect solution! I know you love music, more than I do, that’s for sure. It’s your passion and after everything you told me about your passion, it just makes sense!”

“What are you talking about?” he was getting closer to his dreams.

“My dad! Mark! My dad! I’ll talk to him and I know that he likes you. He’ll help you to attend NEO CULTURE UNIVERSITY OF ART!” you smiled brightly and the way you got so excited, almost broke Mark’s heart, almost.

“No, no way y/n. That’s too much, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Mark, come on, trust me. It’s not a big deal. You deserve it so much, I can’t believe I didn’t think about it sooner. The school is perfect for you.”

“Y/n... are you really sure about this? It is a big deal.”

“I am 100% sure Mark. I know that you deserve it so much and I know that you’re going to make it big. My dad is going to support you, I promise.”

Mark cupped your cheeks and looked you deep in the eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve never met anyone like you. You have no idea how much I want to be with you.”

“Then be with me. I’m all yours, Mark.”

And then he connected your lips.

“That’s actually a great idea, y/n. Mark, we would love to have someone as talented and passionate about music as you in our school. I’ll take care of everything; I just have one condition.”

“Of course, sir. Anything.” Mark was the happiest man alive.

“I hope you’ll continue with your lessons with y/n.”

“Gladly, sir. I am really thankful for the opportunity you’re giving me. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Mark left you dad’s office and you were waiting for him already. He smiled at you and you got your answer. You silently jumped in his arms and kissed him as fast as you could, before anyone could see.

You pulled Mark to the music room and as soon as the door was shut, you pressed your lips on his again and kissed him with more passion.

“I can’t believe I'm going to school with my girl.” he said against your lips after pulling away.

“Your girl?” you smiled shyly.

“I-I... I thought you’re my girl, I'm sorry, I should ask you first-”

You interrupted him with your lips.

“I would love to be your girl.”

And now you had your first boyfriend ever and you couldn’t believe your luck.

School started and Mark was the happiest man alive.

He had a beautiful girl by his side and he was attending his dream school, everything was too good to be true.

His friends told him to break up with you, but somehow Mark couldn’t. Not only because he would risk getting his ass beaten by your dad, but because he liked being with you. He liked spending his time with you, he liked kissing you and holding you in his arms. Mark liked waking up with you by his side, he liked how cute you were, no matter what you did, he liked how shy you got whenever he touched you.

After spending more and more time with you, he found himself falling for you.

“Hey babe. Where are you? I missed you.” Mark said like a lovesick puppy.

You told Mark that you were at a ramen restaurant close to school with your best friend and you invited him to come and eat with you and also finally meet your best friend.

“There he is.” you said happily and jumped from your seat to hug your boyfriend.

“Hey baby.” he pressed a soft kiss on your neck and then turned to your best friend, “Hey. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.” she said and shook his hand.

“My two favorite people. I’m starving, let’s eat!”

Your best friend was eating her ramen but she couldn’t stop thinking that she met Mark somewhere before.

“Mark? Do we know each other?” she asked after thinking about it for almost an hour.

“No, I don’t think so.” he said.

“You look so familiar, I’m sure I've seen you before.”

Mark understood where this was coming from. He remembered that your best friend was with you when Mark first met you when he still worked at the café, and Mark didn’t need you to know that.

“I don’t know, but I can’t remember seeing you. Anyways, do you want some ice cream?” he changed the topic but your best friend kept thinking about it.

Mark took you back to his place and you found yourself in his bed with him on top of you.

“Had fun in school?” he asked you as his lips pressed wet kisses on your neck.

“Mhmm, I missed you though. I hate that we just have two classes together.”

“I missed you too,” he sucked on your skin, “But now you’re here. Under me.”

Your lips escaped a moan and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. “M-Mark. Please.”

“Please what baby? What does my baby want? Hm?” his hand travelled under your shirt and pulled your bra cups down.

“Please touch me more- make me cum, please.” you whined.

You felt his fingers on your nipples, softly pinching them. He sucked on your nipple over your shirt first, but he couldn’t wait anymore and helped you take your shirt and bra off.

“Okay baby. I’ll make you feel good.”

Mark sucked on your tits as his hand found its way inside your panties. You were dripping wet and his fingers slipped inside of you easily. He fingered you with two fingers and kissed you all over your breasts and neck.

“Mark- more please. Please I need you.”

“You want my mouth, babygirl?”

You moaned when he called you babygirl, how can he be so hot?

“N-no... more. I need you.”

Mark’s cock twitched in his pants.

You wanted him to fuck you and he saw the stars. This must be his lucky day.

“You sure baby? We don’t have to.”

“Yes, I'm sure. I want you.”

Mark took his shirt, his pants and his boxers off, your eyes widened as you saw his cock. He pulled you panties down and you were definitely wet enough.

Mark stopped in his tracks as he realized he didn’t have a condom.

“Fuck, give me a second.”

He threw his boxers back on and almost ran to Jeno to look for a condom and he was lucky.

Mark closed the door again and smiled brightly at you, he almost came the second he saw you laying naked on his bed and looking absolutely dashing. He took his boxers off, pulled the condom down on his cock and was back on top of you.

“Hey.”

You smiled. “Hi.”

“I’m sorry, it’s going to hurt.”

“It’s okay.”

You felt him at your entrance, slowly pushing in. The stretch hurt but after a couple minutes, the pain was gone and turned into pleasure.

“F-Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” he moaned.

You grabbed his biceps, it felt so good, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out loud.

“A-Ah- Fuck-”

Mark’s lips were everywhere and he grabbed your hips to fuck you deeper. You clenched around him and every time you did, he moaned.

“I-I love you-”

The three words left your lips and pushed Mark closer to his orgasm.

“I love you.” he said back and kissed you on the lips.

Mark’s thumb was on your clit and started circling it and your orgasm hit you, not even a minute later, Mark came too.

Mark felt like the luckiest man on earth again.

You took a quick shower with Mark and then you cuddled in his bed. Nobody said anything about the three words you said to each other, but you needed to talk about it. You needed him to know that you mean it.

“Mark?”

“Yes baby?” he said as he caressed your hair.

“I, uhm... I really meant what I said.”

Mark didn’t know what you were talking about at first. “What do you- ohh.”

Your back was pressed against his and he softly turned you to him. He cupped your cheek and looked you in the eyes. “I mean it, too. I love you, y/n. I’ve never felt like this before. You make my heart race; you make me feel like the luckiest guy on earth.”

“I love you too.” you mumbled shyly and pressed your lips on his, it was rare that you kissed him first, but he loved it every time you did it.

Today was your birthday, almost two months after you lost your virginity to Mark. After that one night, you did it so many times a week, you got addicted to each other, but also after saying I love you, your relationship changed and became more real and serious. You wanted to tell your parents but Mark wasn’t ready and you respected that.

Mark organized a little party for your birthday, invited a couple of your friends, your new friends you met in school and his roommates, of course.

The party was fun but all you wanted was to be alone with Mark, every time you got the chance to be alone, someone interrupted you, even in his own room.

Mark promised you a great night when everyone was gone and now you were just enjoying spending time with your friends.

Your best friend was talking to Jeno and after getting to know him, she finally remembered where she met Mark before.

“Yeah, we work there. Well, I work there, Mark stopped working there a couple months ago after he heard about the music teacher job.” he said drunk.

“That’s where I saw him before! We always went there, that must be where I saw him before.” she realized.

You were a little bit tipsy; you didn’t want to drink too much, Mark didn’t want to drink too much, too. But his friends were really drunk and your best friend, too.

“Y/n! Mark! Remember when I told you about Mark looking absolutely familiar? That’s because I saw him before! He worked at the café we always go to! Jeno works there, too. That’s why he also seemed familiar. I knew that I saw you before.” she giggled.

“You worked there?” you asked him.

“Yeah, just a couple months, it’s been really long since I worked there.” Mark was nervous but he did a good job hiding that.

“Excuse me for a second.” Mark excused himself to find Jeno and tell him to shut the fuck up.

Mark pulled Jeno to the balcony, which was thankfully empty.

“Dude I'm so fucking drunk, why would you bring me here?” he said as he took a step back with a giggle.

“Sit down then, idiot.”

“Okie dokie.” he sat down on the chair.

“You told y/n’s best friend that I worked at the café, Jeno, dude, I know you’re drunk, but you have to watch your big mouth. Y/n also knows that I worked there and she can’t find out that I saw her there back then.”

“I... I didn’t tell her anything about your plan, bro! Don't worry.” he pulled Mark in for a hug.

“Don’t call it a plan... that’s sound like I'm the biggest jerk on this planet.”

“But you kinda are bro. If y/n finds out you used her to get to her dad and to attend that stupid school, she’ll also think you’re the biggest,” he hiccupped, “Biggest jerk on this planet.”

“But she won’t, okay? Promise me to shut up.”

“P-Promise.”

Mark turned around and wanted to go back to the party, but once Mark’s eyes met yours, he wanted to jump off the balcony.

Your hand was outstretched with Mark’s phone in your hand, which was ringing.

“No, no, please just listen to me.” Mark said the second he saw a tear drop on your cheek.

You dropped his phone and turned on your heel.

“Y/n! No please just let me explain! Fuck!”

You left his apartment and, on his way, after you, Mark told Renjun to keep an eye on Jeno.

“Y/N! Please don’t run away from me!”

Tears were running down your cheeks and all you wanted is to be alone.

“Don’t follow me! Leave me alone!” you yelled and looked for a fucking taxi.

Mark reached you and softly grabbed your wrist. “Please.”

“Fuck you!” you tried to pull away but his grip tightened.

“Just let me explain, I'm begging you.”

“Explain what? That you used me for my dad? That you used me just to attend that fucking school?! That you fucking used my.... that you used my body?” your voice broke and so did Mark’s heart.

You couldn’t stop crying even though you didn’t want to cry in front of him. You felt so disgusting, so used and worthless.

Mark started crying too before he could even realize it.

“N-No, please don’t say that. I love you. I’m sorry y/n, I swear I love you.”

“Do you know how worthless I feel? Do you know how disgusting I feel?” you wiped your tears away.

“I never meant to hurt you.” he cried out.

“But you did. I gave you every piece of me, of my soul and my body and you used it. You used me Mark and I’ll never forget that. Stay away from me, don’t talk to me and don’t fucking touch me!” you ripped your arm away from his grip and took a step back.

“All I did was to love you, and now I hear about this... this disgusting thing you did to me on my stupid birthday.” you say with a scoff.

Your eyes were bloodshot red and all you wanted to do is to sleep.

“Y/n, I know w-what I did was bad, r-really bad but please believe me when I say that I love you.”

“I don’t believe anything you say to me. I don’t even believe that you ever meant it when you said it.” you whispered, scared that your voice was going to break again.

Finally, a taxi came and you got in without looking back.

“No no no, don’t go please don’t leave me.” Mark cried after you.

You rolled the window down a little. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell my dad.”

Mark’s eyes widened, your words stabbing his heart.

“Y/n please I love you-”

But before you could hear it, you were gone.

You left Mark with a broken and regretful heart, he couldn’t stop himself from crying and even though you were hurting the most, Mark was also hurting.

It’s been two days since that night and all you did was hide in your bedroom and cry. Your parents didn’t notice how heartbroken you were, you told them you were sick and couldn’t go to school, and that worked until today. You had a music lesson with Mark today and even though you told your parents you were sick, Mark was at your home waiting for you.

The past two days he tried everything to talk to you, but you blocked him everywhere. Once Mark noticed your absence in school, he got really worried and tried to talk to your best friend, who didn’t know what was going on between you two.

“She’s sick, didn’t she tell you?” she said.

“Oh yeah right, I must’ve forgotton that she told me.”

Your seat in your music theory class was empty and Mark let out a sigh. He missed you, so much. Mark would do anything to get you back and he was glad he had a music lesson with you today after school.

So, here he was, waiting for you in the music room.

“Y/n,” your mothers knocks on your door, “Mark’s here. He’s waiting for you.”

You didn’t want to see him and you didn’t want to talk to him.

“I’m still sick, mom!” you yell back.

“Okay, honey. I’ll tell him. Are you alright? I have a meeting in an hour and have to go and your dad’s also not home. Call me if you need me or just ask Mrs Kim if you need anything.”

Your mother left and told Mark that you weren’t feeling well. Mark really hoped to see you and talk to you, but you were still avoiding him.

“Y/n’s still sick, I’m sorry that you had to come all the way here. I thought she was feeling better.”

“It’s alright, I hope she gets well soon.” Mark says with a broken smile.

Your mothers checked her watched and noticed that she was running late, “I really have to go now, Mark. I’ll tell her to call you when she’s feeling better.”

“Could I use the bathroom before I go?” he asked your mother, hoping she’d say yes.

“Of course, it’s the second door to the left.”

Your mother left and Mark waited in the bathroom until he was sure that she was really gone. He checked the hallway and when he was sure it was clear, he made his way to your room, knocking softly.

“I’m sick, Mrs kim.”

Mark knocked again.

“Mrs Kim I'll come downstairs if I get hungry, I'll sleep now.” you said.

Mark knocked one more time.

“Mrs Kim I-”

You opened the door and your eyes widened when you saw Mark standing there. Before you could close the door, Mark put his foot in between and stopped you.

“I just want to talk, please.” he whispered.

“Get out of my house.”

“Y/n, just let me explain first. Please let me explain.” he begged you.

“I don’t want to hear more lies.”

“I’ll tell you the truth. I won’t lie, I promise. Please, let me in. I missed you so much, I need to see you.” Mark’s voice broke.

Your heart was fighting against your head and in the end, you listened to your heart.

“You have two minutes.” you said and let him enter your room.

You closed the door and sat down on the edge of your bed. Mark wanted to sit down next to you but you stopped him.

“Stay right there. You got 1 minute and 35 seconds left.”

Mark stopped in his tracks and let out a breath.

“First of all, I love you. I really do, y/n. The first time I saw you was at the café I was working at with Jeno and I listened to your conversation with your best friend. You needed a music teacher and then you talked about your dad and I found out who he was... who you were. I got the job and it was the best thing that happened to me. Yes, y/n. I love music and I was stupid enough to act selfishly. At one point it was true that I only wanted this job to get closer to your dad, but you have to believe me when I tell you that I fell in love with you. You mean so much more to me than that school. I love you and only you. I want to be with you, I'll do anything for that.”

You listened to him and it still hurt that the plan was actually true.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you. What I did was selfish and the biggest asshole move. Whether I love you or not, I shouldn’t have done it and it’s not an excuse that I was scared of the future. I told you about my situation with my parents and... it turned me to an asshole. I was so desperate and I thought this was the only way.”

You still knew that Mark deserved going to that school. Someone as passionate and talented as him had to make it big and get a chance to fullfill their dreams. But it broke your heart into million pieces, you couldn’t just forgive him.

You looked up and met his teary eyes.

You couldn’t stop yourself from crying and once you started, Mark dropped to his knees and cupped your cheeks.

“Don’t cry. I hate to see you cry.” Mark whispered but you couldn’t stop.

“I-I don’t know what else to- to do...” you cried out, “I-I trusted you...”

“I’ll do anything to gain your trust again. Anything.”

“Mark-”

“Y/n? Can I come in?” you heard your dad’s voice and you accidently pushed Mark away and he landed on his butt.

“Fuck, my dad’s home.” you whispered and looked for a place to hide Mark, “Hide under my bed.”

“Y/n-”

“No talking, more hiding!” you whispered and helped him hide under your bed. You crawled back inside your bed and wiped your tears away. “You can come in dad.” you said and coughed after.

Your dad entered your room with a cup of tea.

“I heard my princess is sick. I made you some tea your grandma always made for me when I was little.”

You smiled brightly at him. “Thanks dad.”

He sat down on the edge of your bed, “Your mother told me you cancelled your lesson with Mark.”

“Yeah... I-I didn’t want to make him sick.”

“So, how’s it going? And how is school? I heard you share a couple classes. Mark’s professors also told me that he’s really talened and has so much potential.”

This information should make Mark happy, but all he could think about was you.

“Yes, he is really talented. He helped me a lot, too. And school’s fun- for now.” your said and your dad laughed at that.

“I still remember when I went to that school. Time flies. So, enjoy your time and always be happy, sweetheart. I’ll make you some soup, take some rest I'll bring it upstairs later.”

“I will.”

When your dad left, Mark crawled back up and looked at you with worry written all over his face.

“You can’t leave. My dad will kill us if he sees you.”

“That’s good because I want to spend every single second I have with you, y/n.”

“Mark-”

“No, please. I’ll hide, I won’t risk anything, I just want to be with you. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“You heard my dad, Mark. He loves you, our professors love you. You don’t have to act like you love me anymore.”

Mark looked at you with so much pain in his eyes, you almost gave in and kissed him. You looked each other in the eyes, Mark took a couple steps until his knees hit your bed. He suddenly bends foreward and his face got closer to yours.

You looked away, you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Look me in the eyes, y/n.”

You didn’t.

You felt his fingers under your chin, “Please look me in the eyes.”

“I can’t.”

“I’m in love with you.”

And now your eyes found his.

“I love you, I love everything about you. I just need you. I don’t care about anything or anyone else.”

Mark’s lips came close to yours and then you closed your eyes, you weren’t sure why you closed them. Maybe because you wanted him to kiss you or maybe you hoped that this was a dream and you’d wake up. But when you felt his soft lips on yours, your brain stopped working.

He kissed you slowly, you could taste his tears and he could taste yours.

When you felt his tongue trying to enter your mouth, your brain started working again and you pushed him away.

“I can’t do this.” you whispered against his lips, “How am I supposed to know that you won’t use me again? That this is still your little game and you just want me for my dad?”

“I’m not. I’ll drop everything if you want me to. I’m not using you- I can’t risk losing you. I don’t deserve anything. I know, I don’t deserve you. But I need you, more than anything else. Give me a second chance and I’ll never hurt you again.”

He sounded so genuine and honest, you really wanted to believe him, but you wouldn’t give in that easily.

“I-I need time... I need time to think a-and... I just need time.”

“Okay. Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you.”

That night, Mark always hid under your bed whenever your dad checked on you and when your dad wasn’t around, Mark sat on the other side of the bed and watched you.

It was so weird to be alone with him, you just wanted to pull him closer and hug him tightly, but you couldn’t.

“Mark? I have a question.” you asked after a while. You were trying to distract yourself with a book, but it didn’t really work.

“Yes? What is it?”

“That night... the night at your apartment, the first time we did... we did something, you didn’t have any feelings for me, right?”

Mark gulped, “Y/n-”

“Just tell me.”

“Yes, it’s true. I... I wasn’t in love with you, we just got to know each other, but after that night, it felt real. Being with you felt real and I wanted to spend more and more time with you, because you made my heart race. It’s true, I didn’t know what love felt like but every minute I spend with you, made me fall for you more and more.”

You simply nodded and focused back on your book.

After awhile the two of you fell asleep. Your bed was big enough to leave space between you two.

You woke up to a loud sound. Somebody was knocking on your door.

“Honey, are you awake? Can we come in?”

Your parents were knocking.

Mark slowly woke up and once he heard your parents voice, he shot up and got under your bed.

“You can come in!”

Your parents wanted to check on you and once they saw that you were doing better, they left for work.

Mark left shortly after parents, it was another school day and since you were feeling better, you also got ready to go to school.

It’s been three weeks since your birthday and you were slowly getting used to what happened. That doesn’t mean that you forgot what Mark did, but you were feeling a little bit better.

Mark on the other hand was losing his mind. You were so close but yet so far. He saw you with your friends in school and it broke his heart watching you in your shared class. You were always ignoring him, even though it hurt.

“I love her s-so much...” Mark hiccupped.

He was drinking his pain away with his roommates, who were also dealing with their own problems, their own pain in their hearts.

They were all so drunk and thinking about their loved ones, they couldn’t help each other, thinking the solution for their problems is to drink.

“I need her back- I need her, guys. I miss her, everything about her.”

Jeno and Renjun just nodded, thinking the same thing.

“I have to hear her voice- I missed her voice. But she won’t talk to me.” Mark whispered to himself.

Mark decided to call you though.

He stumbled inside his room, his eyes blurry and his hands shaking. Mark was nervous, but he was determined to call you.

You were busy watching good girls when your phone started ringing. It was past two am in the morning and your parents were asleep. You answered the call without looking at the caller-id.

“Hello?” you said quietly.

“Y-you answered, you... you didn’t block my number.” Mark said with a grin on his face.

“Mark?”

“Say it again.”

“What?” you didn’t understand.

“Say my name again,” he hiccupped, “P-please say my name again- I missed hearing my name from your sweet lips so much you h-have no idea.”

Your heart started beating faster.

“Mark, it’s late. Where are you? Are you at home?”

“Mhm... but I don’t want to be here- I want to be with you.” he admitted.

“Are you drunk? Are you alone-”

“I’m with Jeno and Renjun, don’t worry about me, beautiful.” Mark closed his eyes as he was laying in his bed.

“Do you miss me? I miss you, like, so fucking much I need to invent a new word to describe it.” he said, his voice was playful but he was serious.

You didn’t answer at first, but as soon as you heard Mark sob, you also broke down.

“Y-Yes... I missed you.”

Mark’s heart clenched.

“I-I know I hurt you so much, but,” his voice broke, “I-I promise to never h-hurt you again. I love you, I really, really love you so much. Every I love you was real, I promise.”

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your cries.

“E-Everytime I see you, it hurts so much to stay away from you. I-I know... I deserve this and so much more, but I don’t know how long I can stay away from you.”

Your tears were rolling down your cheek and all you wanted to do was to wrap your arms around Mark and hug him as tightly as you could.

“I’m a fucking coward. I am so sorry f-for everything I did to you. I am so sorry for... I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have touched you. I just- I just wanted to show you how much I love you in every possible way. But I fucked up and I know you won’t forgive me but, I had to tell you again.” Mark cried out, his eyes closed, trying to stop his tears from falling but it was impossible.

“Mark-”

“I love you and I’ll make sure to punish myself for hurting someone as amazing and k-kind as you.”

“Mark I-”

“I hope one day y-you can forgive me. I love you.”

“Mark!” but before you could continue, he hung up.

You fell asleep crying and thinking about all the life choices you made. Yes, Mark hurt you, but you could hear in his voice how genuine he was and how much he was hurting. You acted like nothing happened in school, but your eyes sometimes found Mark and you saw how miserable he was.

Your phone woke you up. It was a Saturday morning and you just wanted to sleep. After the third time, you answered, getting annoyed after ignoring the call at first.

“Finally, y/n!”

That was Renjun’s voice.”

“He should be there already.” you heard Jeno’s voice.

“Why are you disturbing my sleep?” you asked.

You heard your doorbell ring, but ignored it. You didn’t feel like greeting anyone.

“You have to wake the fuck up! Mark’s going to tell your dad that he wants to quit school!” Renjun’s words shocked you. You shot up immediately.

“What are you talking about?! Why would he do that?!”

“We got drunk last night and he was saying things like not deserving anything and being the worst person on earth and shit. He told us that he was going to talk to your dad and move out, he said he’s worthless and that his parents were right and shit like that, but y/n, we both know that even though he did something horrible, sorry by the way, that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and he deserves to show his talent.”

Your heart was about to explode, Renjun’s right. Mark hurt you but you’d never want him to quit school and ruin his dream.

“Thank you for calling me, Renjun. I got this.”

You jumped out of your bed and once you heard his voice, your heart dropped.

“Sir, Ma'am. I am absolutely thankful for the opportunities you’ve given me. It was an honor to be y/n’s music teacher, but there is something I need to tell you. You did so much for me and I can’t continue living like that.”

Your parents didn’t understand what Mark was talking about, they got a little scared, what could Mark possibly tell them?

“I should’ve told you sooner, but-”

“Mark and I are dating!”

Your parents and Marks eyes landed on you once you were at the last step of the stairs. You were still in your pajamas, you looked like you just woke up, which you did. Your eyes were puffy from crying all night and so were Mark’s.

Mark’s eyes shot wide open, he did not expect that.

“We’re dating, mom and dad. I wanted to keep it a secret because I didn’t know how to tell you guys, but Mark didn’t want to lie to you. He tried to convince me to tell you but I didn’t know how you’d react so I didn’t want to tell you...” you almost collapsed, you’ve never had a boyfriend before and you didn’t know how your parents would react.

Your parents looked at each other and then back at you and Mark.

You were standing next to Mark now, you softly grabbed his hand and hold it. Mark didn’t know what to do, were you serious? Did you forgive him? Do you still love him?

“I’m sorry, but we love each other.”

You and Mark looked at each other and you smiled softly at him.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, honey. We already knew that there was something going on between you two. I mean, Mark should be here three times a week, not every day.” your mother giggled.

So, they noticed. You lied to them and told them that you were ‘learning a piece on the piano’ but you were just cuddling and making out.

“Dad?”

“You’re a big girl now. Even though I'd like to carry you in my pocket and stop you from growing up, but we knew that this day would come and we are happy that it’s Mark. He’s a good boy and I know he won’t hurt my little princess. Or I'll break his legs.” he whispered to Mark but everyone heard him. Your mother softly slapped your dad on the shoulder and Mark’s grip tightened around your hand. Not because he was scared of your dad, because he did hurt his little princess.

“I promise you, I won’t hurt her. Ever.”

Your parents allowed Mark to hang out with you in your room and invited him for dinner. Mark was silently sitting on your bed and you were sitting next to him, still holding his hand. Your dad told you to leave the door open, you cringed but you still did it, you weren’t going to fuck Mark when your parents were at the same house and awake.

“Why did you do this?” he asked you, head low.

“Because I love you.”

Mark’s eyes filled with tears.

“Why did you want to do that?” you meant telling your parents that he wanted to quit school.

“Because I love you.” he said back.

“I really, really love you, y/n. I promise you, if you give me a second chance, I'll make sure to show you how much I love you and you mean to me.”

“I already gave you a second chance, Mark. I love you too.”

Mark leaned in and pressed his lips on yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. You missed him so much, you just wanted to lay in his arms.

Mark’s hand found your cheek and as he deepened the kiss, your mother almost entered your room.

“Oh my god!” she said with a giggle and apologized right after.

“Mom!” you yelled embarrassed; Mark’s cheeks were red as tomatoes.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell your dad. Dinner is ready by the way.”

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