#look at marky’s big smile

[puckinghischier]

what if i lay in the road and scream over how adorable this is

[blbyena]

boyfriend!mark x reader

Fluff - 1,401 words

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Mark takes care of you after you had too many drinks

Mark’s car door clicks open, and you half-stumble out, barely held upright by his steady hands. The cool night air hits your flushed cheeks, and you let out a dramatic whine, leaning your full weight against him.

“Markieee,” you slur, dragging out his name. “I’m tiiiired. I wanna sleep…”

He adjusts his grip on you, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist as he helps you shuffle toward the elevator of his building. “You can’t sleep yet, princess,” he says softly but firmly. “We need to get you cleaned up first.”

You groan, tossing your head back in exaggerated despair. “I don’t wanna shower! And you’re hurting meeee!” you whine, even though his touch is nothing but gentle.

Mark pauses mid-step, looking down at you with raised brows. “I’m literally carrying you like you’re made of glass,” he says, exasperated but amused. “Stop being dramatic, baby.”

"I’m not dramatic!” you protest, throwing your arms around his neck for emphasis, which only makes his job harder as he tries to guide you inside.

Finally, you both reach his apartment, and he kicks the door shut behind him, sighing. “Alright, bathroom. Let’s go.”

“Nooo,” you whimper, but he doesn’t give you the chance to protest further. He lifts you slightly, steering you into the bathroom and sitting you down gently on the closed toilet lid. You blink up at him as he crouches in front of you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re a mess, my love,” he murmurs, his voice soft. He stands and starts rummaging through a cabinet, pulling out wipes, a cleanser, and other things you recognize.

That’s when you notice it—a drawer he slides open, revealing a neatly organized collection of skincare, hair ties, and products you use regularly. You squint at it, your drunken mind struggling to process.

“Wait… Mark,” you mumble, your words slurred but curious. “Is that… is that my stuff?”

He glances back at you briefly, his expression slightly sheepish. “Yeah. I mean, not your stuff, but… I bought the same things you use.”

You blink, your heart melting even in your intoxicated state. “You… you bought me a whole drawer?”

He shrugs, looking embarrassed as he kneels in front of you again, gently tilting your chin up to start removing your makeup with a wipe. “Well, you’re here a lot. Thought you’d be more comfortable if you had everything you needed.”

You stare at him, your chest feeling warm despite the chaos in your head. “That’s so cute…” you whisper, tears threatening to spill.

“Don’t cry,” he says quickly, his voice tinged with panic as he cups your face lightly, still holding the wipe. “It’s really not a big deal, baby.”

“It is!” you argue, sniffling. “You’re so thoughtful, Markie. I love you so much.”

His ears turn pink, but he keeps his focus on gently wiping your face. “I love you too. Now stop being a crybaby and let me finish.”

You pout but let him continue, your gaze locked on him the entire time. Even in your drunken haze, you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly lucky. When he’s done cleaning your face, he helps you out of your clothes, guiding you into the shower with the utmost care.

As the warm water washes over you, Mark stays just outside the curtain, handing you shampoo and making sure you don’t fall over.

You step out of the shower, the steam swirling around you as you wrap yourself in a fluffy towel. Mark’s already waiting with one of his shirts in hand—a soft, oversized grey tee that’s obviously his. He holds it out to you, his expression calm but gentle, the corners of his lips curved in the faintest smile.

“Here, baby,” he says softly.

You take the shirt eagerly, tugging it on over your head. It smells just like him—warm, familiar, and comforting—and you feel a giddy warmth spreading through your chest. The hem falls way past your hips but you’re too delighted to care.

“Markie!” you squeal, twirling around and grabbing at the hem of the shirt. “Look at me! It’s so big on me!”

He chuckles, stepping back slightly to avoid your overly enthusiastic movements. “Yeah, it looks good on you, though.”

You grin, the combination of his shirt and his attention making you feel light-headed in the best way. You jump in place, your damp hair bouncing as you do, but your balance is still a bit off from the alcohol, and you almost trip.

“Careful!” Mark steps forward instantly, steadying you with his hands on your shoulders. “You’re gonna hurt yourself, baby.”

You blink up at him, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry,” you mumble, biting your lip. His hands linger on your shoulders for a second before he lets them drop, his eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to make sure you’re really okay.

He’s being so soft right now, his usual teasing replaced with quiet attentiveness. It makes your chest tighten with affection. “Markie,” you say, your voice quieter now, more sincere.

“Yeah?” he replies, his gaze locking on yours.

“Do you… do you think I’m pretty?” you ask, your tone almost shy despite the boldness alcohol usually gives you.

He doesn’t hesitate—not for a second. “Always,” he says, his voice steady and full of certainty.

Your heart skips a beat, and your cheeks flush—though you can’t tell if it’s from his words or the lingering warmth of the shower. “Always?” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Always,” he confirms, his lips tugging into a soft smile. His hand comes up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile softly, your chest feeling so full you could burst. “You’re so sweet to me,” you murmur, leaning forward to rest your forehead lightly against his chest.

“Of course I am,” he says, wrapping his arms around you without hesitation. “You’re my baby.”

Mark gently leads you to his bed, his hand warm and steady against your back as he guides you. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a golden hue over the space. As soon as he lays down, you instinctively move closer to him, pressing yourself against his side, your head resting on his chest.

“Markie,” you whisper softly, your voice tinged with lingering affection. Your fingers trace small patterns on the fabric of his hoodie. “You’re such a good boyfriend… You’re so good to me.”

He chuckles quietly, the sound vibrating against your cheek where it rests on him. “I’m just doing my job, baby,” he says lightly, but there’s a tenderness in his tone that makes your heart flutter.

You lift your head slightly to look at him, your eyes sparkling with awe and a deep sense of gratitude. “I mean it, though,” you insist, your voice soft but full of conviction. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but… I’m so happy to have you, Mark. You make me feel so loved.”

His gaze softens, and his lips curve into a small, genuine smile. “You’re easy to love,” he murmurs, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His thumb lingers on your cheek for a moment, his touch gentle and reassuring.

You lean into his hand slightly, your chest swelling with affection. “You’re perfect,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. The way you’re looking at him—like he’s the center of your universe—makes his ears turn the faintest shade of pink.

Mark leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. It’s soft and unhurried, filled with everything words can’t quite express. When he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours. “You make me so happy, too,” he whispers.

A content sigh escapes you as you snuggle closer to him, your arms slipping around his waist. Mark adjusts, wrapping his arms securely around you, holding you as if he never wants to let go. His hoodie smells like him—warm and comforting—and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulls you into a state of complete peace.

“Goodnight, my love,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

“Goodnight, Markie and thank you for tonight” you reply, your voice drowsy but filled with warmth. You close your eyes, your body relaxing completely in his embrace. With his arms around you, the world feels quiet and safe, and you drift off to sleep, feeling undeniably cherished.

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Thanks for the love <3 hope you enjoy this one as much!!

[dollyhyuckii]

ASKING THE DREAMIES (NCT DREAM) TO GO OUT

hyung nct dream! x fem reader!⋆୨୧˚ word count-over 2.k words ⋆୨୧˚

summary-asking nct dream if you can go out⋆୨୧˚

cw- this is part 1!, part 2 is here!, everything is lower case on purpose ⋆୨୧˚

an- hii, this is my series of nct dream scenarios!, jaemin, chenle and jisung are in my part two!, theme inspiration and prompt credits go too-@ohmygs-blog, requests for this series are always open,

MARK⋆୨୧˚

the soft hum of a melody drifted through the apartment as you approached mark. he was seated at his desk, a notebook open in front of him, pencil twirling lazily in his fingers. the guitar resting on his knee had clearly been abandoned for the moment, though the occasional strum suggested he was still thinking about his song.

you hesitated in the doorway, chewing your lip. interrupting mark when he was deep in his creative flow always made you nervous, even though he’d never once complained. as if sensing your presence, he glanced over his shoulder and smiled, his dimples making your heart melt.

“hey, baby,” he said, setting the guitar down and turning his chair to face you fully. “what’s up? you’ve got that look like you’re about to ask me for a big favor.”

you laughed nervously and stepped into the room, playing with the hem of your sweater. “it’s not a big favor. I just… wanted to ask if it’s okay if i go out tonight. the girls invited me, but i don’t have to go if you want me to stay.”

mark blinked at you, his expression softening with a mix of amusement and affection. “why do you always ask like you need my permission? of course, you can go, baby. you don’t have to check in with me.”

“i know, i know,” you replied quickly. “i just feel bad leaving you here by yourself.”

he chuckled, standing up and crossing the room to you. “you’re not leaving me stranded on a deserted island, babe. you’re going out for a few hours. besides,” he added, pulling you into his arms, “i think you deserve a night out baby. you’ve been working so hard lately.”

you melted into his embrace, the tension leaving your shoulders. “are you sure? i don’t want you to feel like i’m ditching you.”

mark leaned back slightly, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. “i’m sure. the only thing I’ll feel bad about is if my pretty baby doesn’t send me a selfie before she leave. you always look so pretty when you dress up, and i don’t want to miss out.”

you laughed, swatting lightly at his chest. “fine, i’ll send you a picture. but don’t complain if I take too long deciding what to wear.”

“i’d never complain,” he said with a wink. “though if you want some advice, you should wear that little black dress. you know the one.”

“oh, so now you’re giving fashion advice?” you teased.

“just trying to be helpful,” he shot back with a grin. he stepped back, grabbing his guitar again but pausing before sitting. “seriously, though. go out and have fun, okay? don’t overthink it. just text me when you’re there so i know you’re safe.”

you nodded, smiling as warmth spread through your chest. “thanks, markie. you’re the best.”

“i know,” he said, plucking a playful chord on his guitar. “but I’ll be even better if you bring me back dessert.”

“noted,” you replied with a laugh, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead before heading to get ready.

RENJUN⋆୨୧˚

renjun was stretched out on the couch when you found him, a sketchbook balanced on his knees and a pencil in hand. his brows furrowed in concentration as his hand moved deftly across the page. the soft sounds of music floated from the speaker, blending perfectly with the calm atmosphere of your shared space.

you stood there for a moment, just watching him. he looked so peaceful, his focus entirely on the details of his drawing. but you had plans to go out tonight, and you didn’t want to leave without checking in with him.

clearing your throat gently, you walked over and perched on the armrest beside him. renjun glanced up at you, his sharp eyes softening the moment he saw your face.

“my pretty girl,” he smiled as he greeted you, his lips quirking into a small smile. “what’s up? you look like you’re about to ask me something.”

you bit your lip, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sweater. “i, uh… i wanted to ask if it’s okay if i go out tonight. the girls invited me, and i figured i’d go, but i don’t want you to feel like i’m leaving you here by yourself.”

renjun tilted his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. “since when do you need my permission to go out pretty?”

you rolled your eyes, a blush creeping up your cheeks. “i don’t need permission, renjun. i just want to make sure you’re okay with it.”

he chuckled softly, setting his sketchbook and pencil aside before turning his full attention to you. “why wouldn’t i be okay with it? you should go have fun with your friends. it’s not like i’ll be sitting here waiting for you to come back,” he added, though the playful smirk on his lips betrayed him.

“uh-huh,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “i know you, renjun. you’ll act all cool and indifferent, but then you’ll text me a hundred times to make sure i’m safe.”

“first of all,” he replied, feigning offense, “i’d text maybe five times, max. and second, can you blame me for caring about my pretty girl?”

you laughed, leaning down to rest your forehead against his. “no, i can’t. and i love that about you. but seriously, are you sure you’re okay with it? i don’t have to go if you want me to stay.”

renjun sighed, his hands finding their way to yours. “you always do this. you act like i’m some overprotective boyfriend who doesn’t want you to have a life outside of me.”

“because sometimes you are,” you teased, earning a mock glare from him.

“okay, fair,” he admitted with a grin. “but this time, i mean it. go out, have fun, and don’t worry about me. i’ll be fine. besides,” he added, leaning back against the couch, “this just gives me more time to work on my art without distractions.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “distractions?”

“the cute kind,” he clarified quickly, pulling you down into his lap with a laugh. “you’re my favorite distraction, but even i need a break sometimes.”

you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “fine. I’ll go. but you better not forget to text me back when i send you updates.”

“deal,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “and don’t forget to send me a picture before you leave. i like knowing what you’re wearing so i can tell you how stunning you look.”

“you’re so cheesy,” you said, though your heart fluttered at his words.

“only for my pretty girl,” he replied, his voice warm and sincere.

with a final kiss, you slipped off his lap and headed to your room to get ready, feeling lighter and more loved than ever.

JENO⋆୨୧˚

the sound of the game controller clicking filled the room as jeno sat cross-legged on the floor, fully engrossed in the match playing out on the tv screen. his posture was relaxed, but his focus was razor sharp, his fingers moving swiftly as he worked to defeat whatever opponent was on the other side of the screen.

you stood by the doorway for a moment, debating how to bring up your plans for the night. jeno wasn’t the type to get overly possessive or upset, but you always liked to check in with him before going out. it wasn’t about asking for permission, it was about the comfort of knowing you were both on the same page.

“hey,” you called softly, stepping into the living room.

jeno paused the game immediately, turning to you with that warm, easy smile of his. “hey baby, what’s up?”

you folded your arms, feeling a little shy under his gaze. “i was just wondering… the girls invited me out tonight, and i think i’m gonna go. is that okay with you?”

his smile didn’t falter, but his head tilted slightly in curiosity. “why wouldn’t it be okay? you don’t need to ask me for stuff like that.”

“i know,” you said quickly, walking over to sit beside him on the floor. “i just, i like to check in with you. make sure you don’t feel like i’m ditching you or anything.”

jeno let out a soft laugh, reaching over to take your hand in his. “you’re so thoughtful, you know that baby? but no, babe, i don’t feel ditched. i want you to have fun.”

“are you sure?” you asked, leaning into his shoulder. “because i can stay if you want me to. we could watch a movie or something instead.”

he shook his head, his hand squeezing yours gently. “no, really, i’m good. besides,” he added, glancing toward the TV, “this is a rematch night with the guys. you know how competitive they get.”

“ah, so you’re busy, too,” you teased, poking his side.

“exactly,” he said, grinning. “so go. have fun with your friends. you deserve a night out.”

you smiled, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you at his easygoing support. “you’re the best, you know that?”

“of course i know that,” he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “but you should still remind me more often.”

laughing, you got to your feet, tugging him up with you. “well, since you’re so perfect, can i ask for one more favor?”

“anything baby,” he said, his expression immediately softening.

“help me pick out what to wear?”

jeno raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “oh, you’re really giving me that kind of power, huh?”

“i trust you,” you replied, pulling him toward your room.

he followed you willingly, sitting on the edge of the bed as you started pulling options from your closet. as you held up each outfit,

jeno gave his honest opinion, sometimes teasing, sometimes serious, but always considerate.

when you finally settled on a look, he gave an approving nod. “that one. you look amazing, but not like you’re trying too hard. just… perfect.”

you blushed under his gaze, smoothing your hands over the fabric. “thanks, jeno. i’ll send you a picture before i leave, okay?”

“you better,” he said, pulling you close for another kiss. “and don’t forget to text me when you’re there, when you leave, and when you’re on your way back.”

“anything else, dad?” you teased, though the care in his voice made your heart melt.

he laughed, tapping your nose. “just stay safe, okay baby? i’ll be here when you get back.”

as you grabbed your bag and got ready to head out, you glanced back at jeno one last time. he waved you off with a grin, already settling back into his game.

HAECHAN⋆୨୧˚

the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room as you leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping on a glass of iced tea. haechan sat at the table, lazily scrolling through his phone, occasionally humming some tune that was stuck in his head. he looked up at you with a smile when he noticed you were watching him.

“what?” he asked, his tone teasing. “you can’t take your eyes off me, huh?”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “something like that,” you replied, setting your glass down.

he raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “okay, what do you want? that’s your i’m about to ask for something face.”

laughing, you shook your head. “can’t i just look at my boyfriend without an ulterior motive?”

“not when you’re making that face baby,” he quipped, tapping his fingers on the table. “alright, spill it. what’s up?”

you hesitated for a moment, suddenly unsure of how he’d react. “so… the girls are going out tonight, and they want me to come. i thought i’d check in with you first, see how you feel about it.”

haechan blinked, leaning back in his chair as a slow grin spread across his face. “you thought you’d check in with me? what, do i look like the jealous type to you?”

“no,” you said quickly. “but, you know, i just want to make sure you’re cool with it. i don’t want to make you feel like i’m ditching you or anything.”

“ditching me?” he placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “baby, if anything, you’re giving me the perfect opportunity to miss you.”

you laughed, shaking your head at his dramatic response. “so, you’re okay with it?”

“of course i’m okay with it,” he said, standing up and walking over to you. he leaned against the counter beside you, his hand brushing yours. “but there’s a condition.”

“uh-oh,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “what’s the catch?”

“you have to wear that dress,” he said, his tone playful but his eyes warm. “you know, the one i love. and before you go, you have to come show me how stunning you look.”

you raised an eyebrow at him. “oh, is that all?”

“for now,” he said with a wink.

“alright, deal,” you said, crossing your arms. “but i get to make a condition, too.”

“oh, this should be good,” he said, leaning closer. “hit me with it baby.”

“you have to promise to actually eat dinner while i’m gone,” you said, poking his chest. “no skipping meals just because i’m not here to make sure you’re fed.”

haechan pretended to gasp, his hand flying to his chest again. “what do you take me for? i’m a grown man! i can feed myself.”

“uh-huh,” you said, not convinced. “i’ll believe it when i see it.”

he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “alright, deal. i’ll send you a picture of my dinner to prove it, and you send me a picture of you looking like the queen you are before you leave. sound fair?”

“fair,” you agreed, resting your hands on his chest.

“and don’t forget to text me when you get there, okay?” he said, his tone softening. “i know i joke around a lot sunshine, but i worry about you when you’re out.”

“i will,” you promised, touched by his sincerity. “And i’ll text you when i’m heading home, too.”

“good,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “now go get ready. you’re about to be the most beautiful girl at that place, and i need to brag to myself about how lucky i am.”

shaking your head at his antics, you pulled away to get dressed. as you left the room, you heard him call out, “don’t forget the dress! it’s non-negotiable!”

you laughed to yourself, feeling a mix of excitement and comfort in knowing that haechan would always have your back, no matter what.

dreamies masterlist here⋆୨୧˚

[markiecake]

girl what about mark and a size kink sorry I've been obsessed with size kinks recently so like big dick mark or something also it looks like he's been bulking up I'm not okay 😦

A/N: LAWWWDDD ANON I'M GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE `(*>﹏<*)′

tags/ warnings: smut (MINORS DNI !!), MONSTER COCK MARKKKKK :3, fem! reader, reader is smaller than mark, size kink size kink size kink !!!!!, tummy bulge, me just yapping about mark basically

he has been looking so buff these days it's making me so insane, and i just KNOW he loves to use it to his advantage !!!

idk just imagining mark with a girl who is so much smaller than him IT DOES SOMETHING TO HIS BRAINNNN LIKE

even non sexual acts of dominance like he would literally feel on top of the world if he was able to open a jar of something for you or reach a high shelf when you couldn't do it yourself 😭

BUT big dick mark 😵‍💫 he tries soso hard to go slow at first and let you get used to his size but sometimes he doesn't know his own strength :,(

shushing you as you quietly sob beneath him, kissing away each tear on your cheeks.

he can literally barely move to begin with, considering how tight you are around his thick cock !!! he hesitates a bit because he thinks he could literally break you, but you give him a small nod and it sets something off inside of him 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also thinkin bout how absolutely feral he would become if he could see the bulge of his cock through your tummy ≧ ﹏ ≦ he'd grab your hand and place it over, making you feel it as well !

"feel that, baby?" he practically whispers, "i'm righttttt here." as he pauses inside of you to fully revel in the moment LORDDDD

once you get the slightest bit used to it, he just starts to go harder or faster omgggg :,)

your nails scratching his back as he pounds into you at an insane pace D: him giving quiet apologies in response to your whimpers and whines.

OR MAYBE markie making you ride him to see how much you can really take ＞︿＜

leaning back against the bed, watching you with a smile as you struggle to take his whole length :(((

whines of his name just making him laugh and pat your hair softly. still, he is a soft dom til the end and will praise you the whole time ! he's such a "biiiig stretch" kind of guy like just soso soft for you :DDD

(i also think if he was in a hard dom mood he would SO put you in a mini headlock with his big ass arms- *GUNSHOTS*)

[fishfooddude]

Social Media Manager : The Series

I have too many ideas and want to incorporate CANVA media (I fully blame @thebearsoc; I am obsessed with their account and feel inspired.) so it's gonna be a series...

The Bear MasterList

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Introductions and Donuts

“There she is… lookin’ good, Rusty.” Marcus grinned as you followed him into the kitchen of The Bear, “Thanks, Markie.” you laughed. “Be careful, technically shouldn’t be lettin’ you back here.” “I don’t think your boss’ll care.” he shrugged, “I don’t know… Carmy’s in a weird mood.” 

You stood by Marcus’s station as he went to the walk-in to grab the dessert he’d made you for a friend’s bachelorette party. “Oh, hi…” an unfamiliar woman greeted. You looked up from your phone and smiled, “Hey! I’m Y/N- Marcus’s friend… I think he only refers to me as Rusty.” you stuck your hand out. She nodded and shook your hand, “I’m Syd. He’s told me about you.” “Hopefully, only the bad stuff.” you joked, making her chuckle awkwardly. “He’s told me about you but failed to say how pretty you were. Like he said you were but like- did you no justice.” Syd blushed at the compliment, and Marcus came back to his station. “Yo Chef, this is-” “I introduced myself, Markie.” you cut him off, taking the white pastry box from him. Marcus swallowed, knowing you’d said something to embarrass him.

Carmy walked toward the back entrance as you walked out with Marcus. He bumped into you, resulting in you stumbling and almost dropping your box. “Oh shit,” Carmy said, catching the box before it fell out on the ground, “Sorry bout that…” Carmy swallowed when your eyes met. You smiled, “You saved my donuts; don’t stress it.” he nodded, hoping you didn’t notice the sudden flush of his cheeks. You did, but you figured he was embarrassed enough for one day. “Hey Carmy, this is my friend Rusty- I made her some donuts for a bachelorette party-” “Not mine. Maid of honor.” you clarified as you looked Carmy up and down. He was your every weakness. You bit the inside of your cheek when you noticed his blush had extended to the tips of his ears. He nodded, “Cool… Did you finish the, uh, the cake?” Carmy asked, turning his attention to Marcus. “I did. I’m just gonna walk Rusty to her car.” 

“So Carmy…” you started as you and Marcus approached your car. Marcus chuckled “Remember Mikey?” you shrugged at his question. “I think so…” “Carmy is his younger brother. Big-time New York chef took over The Beef after Mikey died and turned it into The Bear… he’s quiet but cool.” Marcus laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, he’s cute. If y'all need help with Instagram or something, hit me up.” Marcus nodded. “Of course, Rusty. Tell Mandy I said hey.” you set the donuts in the passenger’s seat before quickly hugging Marcus. “Of course. Love you.” “Be safe. Love you too.” 

Part 2

[madewithspice]

Kissing Hantengu clones before a mission

A/n : just the 4 emotions because they are hotties and I had tooo

Warnings: fem reader, fluff I guess? The reader is a demon too. Mentions of killing (its the mission)

Urogi (joy)

You saw him getting excited about his new mission. Urogi couldn't hide his smile. He was looking at the window waiting for the sun to dissappear from his eyes.

"That's it. I'm going out" he stood up wiping his thighs. He's always so impatient. He can't control his urge to kill humans for fun.

"Wait! You can't leave without a goodbye kiss" you ran to stop him from getting outside because he'd get burnt.

You stand on your toes to reach his cheek and you give him a light peck. "You're such a stingy girlfriend. Give me another one" he said to you pointing the other cheek and you kissed him again.

"You missed a spot" he pointed his lips and you kissed him gently and with the corner of your eye you saw that it was finally night.

"Good luck!" You hugged him and Urogi smiled and left happily full of energy after the kisses he got from you.

Karaku (pleasure)

He was play fighting with you when he finally saw the time and he had to leave for his mission with the other emotions.

"Got to go. I'll promise I'll be back loser" Karaku patted your hair

"Yeah. Whatever. I didn't lose,you gave up!" you rolled your eyes fixing your dress. The edges got ripped because of him again.

"We'll see that" he started walking towards the exit and you followed him. He turned around waiting for his usual kiss. As much as you wanted to punch him he was irresistible with those hypnotising green eyes.

You gave in and closed the distance between you two. Your soft kiss with him turned into a passionate one that took your breath away. You tried to pull away but something inside you didn't want to.

"You got a mission" you said gasping for air looking at the clock.

"It can wait, don't you think?" He held your chin to look at him. It was going to be a long night.

Aizetsu (sorrow)

"Are you sure you want me to leave you alone?" Aizetsu asked for the third time before leaving for his mission.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me" you assured him but he couldn't stop worrying about you. He knew that you could protect yourself from intruders but he felt better when he was by your side.

"If anything happens, go hide and wait for me" he hugged you so tightly as it was the last time he'll see you. Generally it would have made you sad but it happens every time he goes away for a mission.

"Good luck, baby" you kissed his lips and waved at him closing the door. You were heading towards your room when you heard a knock.

You opened the door and you witnessed two sad blue eyes looking at you. "Can I have another one, please?" Aizetsu will be the death of you.

Sekido (anger)

Sekido usually leaves your place unannounced. He isn't a big fan of goodbyes. To be more specific, he is so sure that he will return back because there's no way he'll lose to an enemy.

He was walking confidently away from you thinking all the techniques he could use to battle when you show in front of him. Luckily, he didn't notice you following him.

"What?" He looked at you upset waiting impatiently for your response.

"Oh nothing. I want to give you this" you kissed his lips quickly and ran away giggling so you wouldn't witness his reaction.

"Disgusting. Dont do that human shit again to me" he yelled at you but he knew you couldn't hear him. Even if you did, you knew he didn't mean that.

He proceeded his way to the mission with a faint smile on his face that was soon wiped away when he saw the other clones.

-Markie

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:23 pm] 

(cw: reader wears lipgloss. mentions of alcohol consumption)

As fun as brunch was, you were glad to finally be getting home. The food was good and the mimosas were even better. That could be the reason (definitely the reason) you felt so happy and light as you waltzed through the door.

Mark was sitting on the couch, eyes locked on his phone until he heard your humming from the door. “Hey baby, how was brunch?”

You smiled brightly, plopping down onto his lap, “Mark! Missed you so much my baby.”

“I saw you two hours ago, love,” Mark laughed.

You pouted, glossed lips turning downward, “You don’t miss me when I’m gone?”

Mark sputtered, “Of course I do, my love.”

You hummed happily, mindlessly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Mark went back to scrolling while you moved your efforts from hair playing to pressing tiny pecks to Mark’s neck. 

You giggled when he shuddered after a peck right below his jaw. You moved your kisses to his face now, wrapping your arms tightly around him so he couldn’t wiggle away from your love.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, his chin, his other cheek, right below each eye, you kissed his face until you were both a laughing mess and you could no longer hold him against his will.

“Ok! Enough!” Mark laughed loudly, using his arm to keep you away from his face.

“Just wanna love you Marky,” you pouted dramatically.

He sighed, he knew he wasn’t going to win this fight, especially not when you were pouting. “Baby, it’s just very sticky.”

“That’s my love.”

He laughed again, pinching the bridge of his nose and cringed at the stickiness he felt on his fingers. He didn’t even have to look in a mirror to know that he was covered with various shades of pink gloss and sparkles. Of course he loved kissing you, it was one of his favorite things to do, but he loved it just the slightest bit less when you had that stupid, sticky lipgloss on. Did it make your lips look absolutely irresistible and kissable? Yes, but it also left a sticky residue for hours after the kisses happened. Now, it was all over his face and neck.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, “It looks even better on you than it does on me.”

Mark turned away from your intense yet somewhat dazed stare, he could feel himself blush and his face heat. After all these years you still managed to fluster him in ways he wouldn’t expect.

Flustering Mark was something that you did unintentionally on an almost daily basis, looking at him when you were sleepy, kissing his cheek when you got out of bed before him, holding his hand, but when you had more confidence or some alcohol it was something that you enjoyed doing on purpose. You liked the shy look he got when he tried to push you away but also hated having you too far from him. You liked seeing his cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink and his eyes got big and sparkly.

You pressed one last kiss to his mouth, using a thumb to smudge away some lipgloss on his cheek, not that it was going to help remove any of it, “I’ll help you take it off, my love.”

You went to stand up when Mark lightly tugged you back into his lap, “let’s take a picture first.”

You gave him a playful smirk, “I knew you liked it, just wanted attention didn’t you?”

[riyva]

pull over. | l.mk

pairings. boyfriend!mark lee x fem!reader warnings. explicit content, minors dni, food play, oral (m)

“markie, you know how much i love donuts, right?” he hummed, focusing on the road while you were on the shotgun seat eating donuts. he tried to go slow not to disturb your eating session. mark fetched you from work this afternoon, and you're on the way to get home.

an idea popped into your mind, and you glanced at him. “would you mind if i tried it on you?”

he gulped at the thought but focused on driving.

“mark, c’mon!” you whined. you imagined eating it on his. wondering if the hole fits in him. “n-no, we’re still on the road. t-that’s u-unadvisable“ he stuttered. well, he wanted it too but he don’t want to die yet.

you rolled your eyes and sarcastically said, “you can pull over. hello?”

mark knows. he knows he can’t disagree with you. he has been dreaming of you giving him a head, and now it’s on the platter. who am i to say no? as he thought. mark did it; he pulled over near a big tree. even though his car is heavily tinted, they won’t mind who’s passing by.

he let out a breath “so, what now?” you smiled sheepishly as you changed your position. before leaning down to his crotch, you kissed him aggressively as his hands went to grip your waist. you took this chance to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants to his knee. “damn, boy! you’re not wearing underneath, huh?”

mark just shyly scratch his head. “a-ahm.. it’s n-not what you think.. i d-didn’t expect this to happen.”

you ignored him and took a piece of donut, trying if the hole will fit in. you frowned, “the hole is too small for you! dang!”

mark can’t let out a laugh because you might leave him with a boner but he’s biting his lips trying not to smile. everything is messy, yes, but you don’t mind since you’ll clean it after.

“then, do something.”

you ate the middle part of the donut to make it wider. after a few bites, it finally fits his huge thing. your eyes twinkled with the view. the frosting was spread on his length while the donut is at its base above his balls. the donut looks like a cockring but is edible. mark let out a deep breath and he shuts his eyes when you licked his slit. “fucking hell.” and muttered a curse. mark gripped your hair as you licked off the frosting in his.

mark grabbed a fist of your hair when you took him. you can tell he can almost see the stars when you saw his face writhing in ecstasy. “fuck, baby.” he helped you to move your head up and down. “yeah, take me just like that, baby.” you took him deeper until you felt him until the back of your throat while your other hand was busy massaging his balls. you pulled away and took a bite of the donut at his length until you finish it all. and you took him again in your warm mouth.

the car filled with his groans as waves of pleasure tingle his nerves. you swirled your tongue around him and he moaned at every touch of your wicked tongue. you also moaned when you felt his hands palming your chest, and finding your nipples underneath your clothes.

“faster, baby.” he was catching his breath. “i’m almost there.” this was your cue to bob your head faster and faster. he pushed your head deeper as your nose touch his skin, and he let out a loud curse as he painted your throat white. mark’s semen tasted salty but tasty. you swallowed all of his cum. you wiped your mouth as you zipped his pants, and fixed yourself properly on your seat. mark’s head was still in bliss. he can’t even utter a word after his orgasm. ”hey?” you snapped at him. “you okay?”

“sorry, baby. ahm.. i-i.. that was the best blow job that i ever had.” you giggled in response as you took the tissue and wipe the sweat on his forehead. "that's your first, silly."

“well, i’m the only person that can pleasure you like that, m’kay baby?” mark kissed your cheek and whispered, “thank you, and i love you.”

“i love you, too. now kiss me on the lips!”

©riyva

[yandere-islandvn]

The boys and MC playing truth or dare (with MC having to reel in the boys, because no Michael, Markus should NOT jump off that cliff) would be a cute story prompt you should write at some point! (Only if you want to of course!)

It was a warm evening. Most evenings here were warm, but it was a comfortable warmth, one where the small fire you and the boys were sitting around only comforted instead of bringing sweat to your skin. "Okay... Torrin, truth or dare?" You asked, leaning forwards slightly, looking at the dark haired male from across the fire. "I'll go dare this time. I trust you," he said with a smile, leaning back on a hand while he waited for you to think about what you would dare him to do.

"You could have him kiss a fish? Oh! Make him wear a bowl on top of his head until his next turn or have one of us hold his head under water until he taps out!"

"Jacob... that... that's dangerous?" You said, blinking incredulously at the brunet by your side, who in turn just blinked his big eyes right back. "He's always bragging about his lung capacity. We could put it to the test," Jacob replied with a half-shrug. "I'll just have him go get one of the fish he caught earlier and kiss it... let's not try to-"

"One moment, [you]," Torrin said, standing up and heading over to a basket by Nicolas, pulling out a dead fish and pressing a quick smooch to the limp creature.

"There," Torrin said, sitting back down in his spot, "That makes it my turn now. Jacob, truth or dare?"

Jacob's face shifted, going from relaxed to some mix between nervous and embarrassed, "Uh... I'll go with truth?"

"One of these rounds, you're going to have to pick dare... you've picked truth 5 times in a row," Torrin commented, before continuing onto his question, "What do you think is the most disgusting thing Nicolas has cooked for us?"

"Oh! Oh, that's an easy one! When he tried to make mashed potatoes with that sap he found. We got sick for daayys after that..." Jacob said with a snicker, glancing over at Nicolas. The red head just frowned and rolled his eyes.

"Not my fault, Oliver said that it was safe to eat," Nicolas said, pointing towards the blond. Oliver was about to respond, but as he opened his mouth, Michael spoke.

"We're still playing the game, right? It's my turn now," he said, his gaze focused on Markus. "Alright, Marky; truth or dare?"

"If I pick dare, will you STOP calling me that?"

"Absolutely not," Michael said with a snort as he shook his head.

Markus just rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm picking dare anyways."

"Cool, go jump off the waterfall. Do a backflip."

Markus and Michael looked at each other for a moment, their eyes locked on each other. Markus narrowed his gaze, holding it for a little longer before standing up and heading in the direction of the fresh water

"Hold on, wait- WAIT!" you said, scrambling to your feet, "Markus! Don't you DARE!"

[markie-baby]

If You Love Me | pt.2

🌹Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part I 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹language, highly descriptive sex scenes, spit-play, neck area, ear area, mentions of marriage 🌹word count: 10,147 🌹After months of absence, Mark surprises you with a getaway trip to the Mediterranean, but his hidden agenda unveils a life-changing surprise that alters your relationship forever. 🌹Ya'll really got this to 20 notes 😭I really didn't expect it 'cuz I felt like the story was way longer and wasn't as well written as Butt-Naked at The MGM✨ (which ya'll have been running TF UP) I don't know what to say other than thank you. Writing Smut again has been therapeutic in a strange way. I will continue writing female-focused consensual and SAFE smut for K-pop h0es!!! Much love. 📢I will be taking a short break from my main boo, Mark Tuan (we're not breaking up I swear) Just have some other K-pop daddies I have been neglecting. If you are a fan of #KARD you might be seeing a BM fantasy coming soon. 👀

~ The Next Morning

You woke up to the warmth of bright sunlight hitting your face.

You had slept so soundly that you felt fully rested, instead of exhausted from being awake late the previous night. As you recalled the events of the night before, a sleepy smile appeared on your face. Memories of how your incredible prince treated you like a princess would satisfy anyone's needs, but your biggest gain was just that you got to spend some quality time with him. You reached out to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to touch the skin of your man, only to feel the crinkle of cold sheets in return. Mark was not in bed.

You immediately frowned, got out of bed, and pulled one of his shirts over your bare body. It was slightly too big for you but being engulfed in his smell after months of not being able to touch him, was utterly satisfying. Just as you stumbled out of the room and made your way down the stairs, the smell of hot, fresh breakfast filled your nose.

You walked to the kitchen and saw Mark's toned back facing you. You quietly inched closer behind him, hugged him by the waist, and poked your face to his side.

"Hey you," Mark greeted you with a grin.

"Hey," you smiled back.

"Good Morning," he turned to you and gave you a morning kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a good pair of sneaky hands."

"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.

"Sit down, I just made us breakfast," Mark told you as he pulled the omelets off the skillet with a spatula and placed each delicately on their own plate.

"Thank you, Markie. You didn't have to do this." You said, sitting on the barstool stool at the island. "But since you made me stay up and took the energy out of me last night, I guess it's well deserved."

He sets a glass of orange juice in front of you.

"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.

"You mean super cute?" You asked through a pout.

Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.

When the last plate was on the counter, you returned to your seat and gave him a cheeky smile. Mark barely resisted the urge to kiss right then and there as he covered his laughter with a quiet sigh.

"Now can we eat?"

"Of course, thank you, Mark. This looks amazing."

"No problem, love." He pulled his stool closer to the counter and sat next to you.

You both finished your breakfast quietly while playing footsie until Mark broke the silence.

"So, are you excited for the trip?" he smiled at you.

"Yeah, especially since I had no idea I was even going on a trip in the first place. Are you gonna give me any clues as to where we are going?" You said, playfully pouting your bottom lip.

"No, it's a surprise, remember? You just have to be patient. We leave the day after tomorrow, so start packing."

You smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. As he sat up, still chewing his last bite, you just stared, taking in everything about him. He had such a genuine personality and you loved it, so you continued, watching his concentrated expression. He finally looked at you, his intense gaze boring into you. The edges of his eyes crinkled as his lips stretched into a smile. God, he was beautiful.

"Now why do you keep staring at me like that?" He laughed.

"Like what?" You asked innocently.

Mark knew you well. His words only said 'stop,' but his eyes didn't match. He couldn't say no to you. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew him too well to know that he liked it. Suddenly the atmosphere became tenser, and heat pooled in your stomach when you remembered how he looked down at you last night in the shower. Your eyes almost glossed over, and you immediately bit the corner of your lip.

"If you think that by staring at me like that you can convince me to do something, then you're wrong," he grabbed both plates and placed them in the sink.

"Mmhm, whatever, you love it," you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Mark walked back over to you, his hands found your waist and pulled you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer to you.

"I haven't got enough of you yet," he breathed before taking your lips into a slow and passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours, not leaving any room between you. Mark broke the kiss by nibbling your lower lip.

He slowly licked the path to your ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want..."

You cradled his head closer. "I want to know where the fuck you're taking me on vacation." You moved your hands away from his neck as you dashed up the stairs, giggling.

"Come back here!" He jokingly called from downstairs and a few seconds later, his footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs. Before you knew it you felt Mark's arms wrap tightly around and lift you in the air.

"Shit!!"

You giggled as he threw you both on the bed, running his nose along your neck and collarbone.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Mark buried his face into your chest and spoke in a muffled voice, "Not telling," The vibration from his voice sent tickles into your body, causing Mark to look up and laugh.

"You're just too cute." He reached for your cheek, cupping it with his hand and gently brushing your skin.

You say "I'll be even cuter, after hearing where we're going." You wiggled your eyebrows.

Mark groaned. He could see that you weren't completely persuaded, so he slowly walked over to the nightstand next to your shared bed and opened its drawer. After an anxious few seconds of shuffling around, Mark pulled out a red envelope.

"What's that?" You asked as he walked towards you.

"Our flight info. That's all you're getting out of me. No more spoiling the surprise."

You carefully took the envelope from his grasp as Mark stood over you. You unfolded the tucked sheet of folded paper and navigated the text until you saw his name. You read the location aloud:

Destination: LAX - SKG

You paused as your brows furrowed in confusion. "SKG?"

"That's Greece," Mark whispered, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"Mark! Ahhhhhh!!!" You yelped before launching onto him, almost sending him flying back. He looked up at you and let out a laugh. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You planted sloppy, wet kisses across his face before his hands slipped from under him and he fell back against the mattress with you.

"I'm glad you like the surprise." Mark looked up at you with a wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.

You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."

You nuzzled your nose against his. He reached his hands up and interlaced his fingers with your own.

"Seven days, just the two of us, with a beautiful beach and breathtaking scenery."

"A whole week alone...? Mark...do you realize what you're saying? No cameras, no schedules?" You say sarcastically.

"I know. I'm just as excited as you are. There's no rush, we can take things as fast or as slow as we'd like to. We can sightsee and take pictures and eat tons of delicious food." Mark grinned.

You chuckled in response as Mark placed a kiss on your cheek.

"But honestly," Marks lifted his head and turned his eyes from you. "I don't care who sees us together." He stopped, blushing slightly, "I doubt any fans will see us in Greece, but even if they do, I want you by my side. Not ten feet behind me."

He reached up and stroked your cheek, slowly running his thumb against the dark tint of your skin.

"I'd love that, Mark." Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel your blood thumping through your veins. Your palms felt slightly clammy and a flush of warmth rushed to your cheeks. Mark's confession was adorable to you, even though it sounded like something a child would say, Mark did so in a way that could make you melt like gooey caramel. His words radiated sincerity and you couldn't contain the flutter in your stomach, let alone hide the stupidly happy expression on your face. After spending the morning curled up with Mark and marathoning a slew of series on Netflix, you both finally got a well-deserved nap.

The anticipation leading up to the trip to Greece had been building for days, and you were filled with a restless excitement that lasted throughout the entire sixteen-hour plane ride. As you landed in Thessaloniki, the view was truly breathtaking. You were immediately struck by the explosion of colors, mountains, and gorgeous buildings that surrounded the plane. Everything was so unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You were able to pass through customs quickly, and the moment you stepped outside, the warm Mediterranean sun hit your face. You were greeted with a colorful array of sights, sounds, and smells. Mark was holding your hand, and you felt his grip tighten as you squeezed his hand in excitement.

"We're finally here," he said, smiling.

"Mark, this is incredible."

"Come on, let's get our luggage and go. We have a car waiting for us."

Mark led you to the luggage claim, and you quickly found your bags. He insisted on carrying them as the two of you made your way out of the airport. Outside, a driver was waiting for you, and he helped load your luggage into the trunk of the car. You and Mark climbed into the back seat, and the driver started the engine.

As your driver made her way to the property, you felt Mark's warm palm clasp perfectly with yours, like a puzzle piece. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel a sense of completeness that hadn't been felt in a long time. Mark drew a long, meaningful gaze into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You felt your heart race as Mark leaned in, closed his eyes, and gently kissed your warm lips. It was a moment that you would never forget, and it was just the beginning of what would be an unforgettable trip.

As you pulled up to the house, you were in awe. You have found yourself far from the busy city of Thessaloniki, to the more intimate beach town of Ayía Triás. The beach house that Mark had rented was beautiful. Stucco walls coated a one-story tan house. An archway led you inside the entryway from the courtyard. A terrace filled with white wicker furniture had a glass cocktail table with a large umbrella for shade. Even better was the location. Although the house was directly on the beach, it provided seclusion and privacy that made the island feel as though it were the only place in the world. From where you were standing, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

"So, what do you think?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face.

"I can't believe this is where we are staying."

You were dumbfounded as the two of you made their way inside. This area of the house was decorated with bright modern colors, shades of teal and white reflected in the decoration and furniture. In the middle of the living room area was a large sectional couch facing the back terrace and a sparkling pool.

"My good friend's family owns the property, and they often rent it out to their friends and family," Mark said as he placed the suitcases next to the entryway. "Since we are visiting during a non-seasonal time of year, there was no issue with me renting it."

"It's gorgeous Mark." You wrapped your arms tightly around him, giggling with delight.

Mark slid his arms over your shoulders, bringing your body close to his and returning the embrace. He took the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"There's so much I want to see with you here." He started with his eyes fixated on you, not even a second without glancing.

"Me too," You said in-between a yawn. "But we should get some rest after that long plane ride."

He nodded in agreement before yawning himself. "Let's check out the bedroom."

His fingers danced lightly across your shoulders as he gestured for you to lead the way. You walked across the glossy wood floor to a spacious master bedroom where you quickly dropped all of your heavy bags. You eyed the large, king-sized bed, adorned with a deep coffee frame and fluffy linen sheets. Mark was close behind and once you saw him enter the doorway, you immediately peeled off your jeans and shirt, exposing your lacy underwear set.

Mark stopped midway as his eye caught you stripping, and he watched you confidently discard your top and bra. He glanced at your body from behind. His stare was obvious, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Once you were bare, you carefully folded your clothes, and you neatly stacked them in a small pile beside your suitcase.

Mark appeared in your peripheral vision with his eyes gazing all over your beautiful caramel-colored skin. "We should take a nice, long shower, don't you think?"

You giggled softly as he placed his hands on your warm thighs, tracing small circles with the pad of his thumb. The warm pads of his fingers felt nice as he slipped his fingers slowly into the thin fabrics of your underwear and gave a firm squeeze to your bottom.

"Yes, we should. But I think you may be talking 'bout something else." You smirked and bopped his nose. "You know we're both too tired for that."

Mark groaned, sounding almost pouty, and pulled his fingers away.

"You really kill a guy's vibe sometimes." The mischievous glimmer in his eyes showed how much he loved teasing you.

You both took a shower before you jumped on the bed, stealing one of Mark's bigger shirts to wear to bed and tucking your hair inside your bonnet. As Mark stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, it hung past his hips, resting just below his v-line. Mark strolled over to his duffle bag, letting you eye his still-damp body glistening in the late afternoon light.

"Which side of the bed you want?"

Without taking your eyes off him, you moved to the side closest to the window and let your head fall back on the cloud-like pillow. His abs flexed as he bent over and searched through his bag for a new pair of boxers to wear. Just the way his muscles moved under his skin enticed you so much.

"Do you plan on staring for the rest of the night?" he chuckled.

"Maybe," You curled your body, letting the cover bounce off you with a quiet rustling. "Just admiring the view."

Mark threw the wet towel into the hamper before sliding into a pair of his Calvin's and turned off the light, leaving the room to glow orange in the evening light. Allowing yourself to melt into the mattress, the thick duvet and soft pillowcase cradled your head like a cloud. With Mark tucked warmly under the covers, you instinctively moved towards him until you felt his body heat coming from his pillow. Mark smiled in the dark and mirrored you, shifting to his side, tilting his head slightly down, and his chest grazed the skin between your shoulder blades.

"Thanks for going on this trip with me," Mark spoke lowly.

"Well, it's not like I had a choice", You joked. "You most definitely planned a whole trip without my knowledge."

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending that you didn't enjoy the surprise."

"Of course I did," You smiled. "But next time, ask before you make a trip or whatever,"

"Okay fine, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?" Mark said matter-of-factly. He leaned forward and planted his heart-shaped lips on your cheek. You swatted your hand in a half-hearted attempt to push him away before surrendering to his warm embrace. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck and started to place slow kisses on your flesh.

"But seriously, it means a lot that we're here together." He reached forward and caressed the skin on your arm.

You could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under his skin as you drew your hand slowly up and down his arm, not a word came to you, so you shifted your gaze up to Mark, to see his heavy-lidded eyes studying you.

"There's no one else that I'd rather be with." You finally mustered up a whisper.

His hands found their way under the shirt, and Mark dragged his fingertips across your abdomen, feeling your warm soft skin against his palms. Mark teasingly tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt before his hands began to slide underneath it slowly.

"Baby.." a soft gasp escaped his lips. "No panties?" Mark stopped for a moment with widened eyes.

"Oops, Must've forgotten to slip it on." You said nonchalantly.

Mark ached against you through his clothes and groaned. "You're making it so hard to keep my hands off you..."

"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"

"I kinda want the next time to be a little more... special." Mark gave a gentle smirk. "Maybe after a nice dinner date on the beach or something," he whispers, planting another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response to his soft lips against your skin, but you were also confused. What exactly was this 'surprise'? A romantic Mediterranean getaway on a hidden cove already sounded like the most special thing. It didn't make any sense, but a part of you felt giddy and flustered just thinking about it.

"Hmmm...okay," you said, playing along. You were already content, as Mark remained curled against you.

"Besides, It's not like I get many dates with my girl, right?"

"No, you're right." Your smile faded. You were painfully aware that Mark is an idol, and his relationships are heavily scrutinized, especially his dating life. Mark was fairly reserved, but you knew that his dating life was a topic that fans liked to dig into. You had witnessed firsthand how news about Mark would go viral within the Korean fan base and how the articles would get wilder as they evolved with speculation. Some of his fans were eager to paint any potential dating partner of Mark's as someone ready to take advantage of Mark's money or popularity. It hurt you sometimes to watch this unfold in front of you and Mark, but Mark didn't allow fans' speculation to faze him.

Mark squeezed the skin on your hips before speaking, his deep and sultry voice echoed through the room. "I’ll give you your next surprise tonight, then." Mark's warm voice returned you from your thoughts.

What?

You lay there and processed the thought until you felt Mark's long arms wrap around your torso and pull you snugly against his well-toned chest. You melted back into him as Mark nuzzled his chin atop your shoulder, pulling you into a loose, comfortable spoon. A sense of joy filled your heart and you were incredibly content with how your relationship was moving with Mark. You enjoyed his companionship and felt happy anytime he was close by.

"I love you." His voice was a whisper.

"I love you too."

Mark smiled against your hair and tightened his hold for a moment, then relaxed. The sound of waves lapping at the beach soothed you, and you closed your eyes, allowing the tiredness from traveling to take you.

~

After an hour or so of dozing off, you were awakened by the softness of Mark's lips on your cheek. "Wake up sleepy-head."

His voice was low, husky. You looked at the clock which read 4:45 pm. As your vision adjusted to the dim light, you propped yourself on your elbows, pushing the duvet off your shoulders, while blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Mark chuckled lightly to himself as he got up from the bed.

"Let's go into town and explore a little before our beach date later." He urged, playfully dragging you out of bed by your ankles.

"Can we nap a bit longer?" You smiled at him and patted the space next to you.

Mark groaned and resisted your tempting offer for snuggling. "If we fall back asleep, I'd rather it be during the sunset on the beach, cuddling."

A yawn left your body at the thought of lying lazily in Mark's arms until you heard Mark mention cuddling. It sounded great, and the idea of stretching in the sunset beckoned you.

"Sunset?" You mumbled. "...Fine."

Grudgingly, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Mark on the way. You freshened yourself up, fixed your hair, applied some makeup, and slipped into a sundress. When you stepped back into the bedroom, you realized that the sky was now a vibrant shade of orange.

As you peered outside the windows, you could see Mark standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He wore a pair of loose shorts and a loose white linen button-up with the top two buttons undone. There was something about seeing him in white that struck you differently. It made him look angelic, almost angel-like, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He stood tall in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, and you had a perfect view from the window in the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, completely mesmerized. Mark eventually caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of the window and spun around with a big grin on his face. With a bright twinkle in his eye, he took a few long strides over to you, cradled your face, and kissed you passionately.

"You look so beautiful". His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at you in the setting sky.

You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.

As Mark finished speaking, he looked down, removing his gaze from your face, seemingly searching for words. His gaze dropped down to your waist. Mark drew his hand away from your cheek and clutched the strap on the side of your dress. Mark traced the trim of your sundress with the pad of his thumb as you took a few steps forward. With one small step, you closed the distance between your bodies, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with yours as his toned muscles were pressed against your chest. The warm breeze blew through his hair as Mark's eyes met yours once more, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly. He started to turn away from you with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, his bunny teeth peeking past his lips.

"Follow me," Mark said with a husky voice while leading you into the courtyard and outside the front of the house.

The air was warm, not too hot, as you both walked the stone road to your destination. The scents of fresh fish, cheeses, olives, and many more delicacies wafted through the air. Several charming shops seemed to beckon you. You passed by countless restaurants, bustling with energy and action. You both didn't know where to stop at first. All was so bright, beautiful, and new to you.

You and Mark did try many local delicacies, from bazali sigripeko- a roasted eggplant puree, krotzu- Greek pork belly, souvlaki- pork and/or chicken grilled on a skewer, melokoureto- a walnut and honey dessert, and horiatiki salad- a fresh, traditional Greek salad made with fresh vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, onion, bell pepper, and feta cheese topped with oregano, olive oil, and black pepper. Throughout the entire time you and Mark walked around, Mark never let go of your hand. Before you knew it, it was well past six o'clock, and the sun was beginning to set.

"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.

"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.

The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.

As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.

"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."

"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.

"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.

You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.

"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.

"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.

"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.

Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.

Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.

"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".

"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".

You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.

Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.

Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."

You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.

"The sunset is pretty."

"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.

You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.

"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"

"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"

You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.

Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."

Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.

"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."

His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."

You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.

"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.

His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.

Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.

Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"

Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.

You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,

"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.

"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.

"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.

Click!

Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.

"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".

"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.

"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.

"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."

You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."

Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.

"I can't believe we're getting married..."

You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.

"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.

"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.

You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."

You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.

With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.

You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.

"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"

He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

You shuddered.

Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.

"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.

"Take it off me then."

Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.

His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.

You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.

He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.

His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.

"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.

You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.

"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.

He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.

"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.

You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.

Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.

His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.

His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.

"Not yet."

You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.

"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.

Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.

Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.

"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.

He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.

You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Mark please..."

He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.

Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.

"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.

"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.

"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.

Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.

Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.

"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.

Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.

He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.

"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.

"Anything you want."

With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.

"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.

"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.

"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.

"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.

Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.

A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.

"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.

"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.

"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."

With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.

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🌹The final part, the epilogue, will be released after 20 notes~

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Soaked

This is technically after the dinner date, but it's close enough.

Actor Mark x GN!Reader, TW: anxiety attack Words: 763

Mark walks out with you on his arm, having just finished a fancy dinner with him. Neither of you are paying all that much attention to the sky until a drop of water falls on your nose. You look up, and Mark nearly screeches as you drag him under a nearby canopy.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain! I brought the convertible specifically for this night out!”

He sticks out his hand, whining when it starts pouring rain from the heavens above. Always one for the dramatics.

“Do you remember if the valet put the top up before they drove away?”

“No! The leather is going to be all ruined! Oh, I’m going to need to call Benjamin to come pick us up…”

“Markie, it’s okay. Shh, it’ll be okay. No need to get all up in hysterics over a bit of rain.”

“But your clothes! My clothes! That white leather is going to be absolutely ruined if they didn’t put the top up, and the dry cleaning on these!”

“None of those are a problem, not to me. You are far more valuable than any car or clothing item you could wear. Come on, let’s go back inside and call Benjamin.”

You guide him back inside, and get another table. Considering you just left and there’s no line, they get you sat back at your previous table, with it all cleared off. You order Mark a glass of wine and a hot drink for both of you, hoping to calm his nerves. His hands are freezing cold and shaking as he’s staving off an anxiety attack.

“Breathe, Mark. Here, take some sips and put your hands on the mug. I’ll call Benjamin, hand me your phone.”

He gives it over, but keeps one hand in yours as he focuses on his breathing and tries to calm himself. Benjamin is luckily already on speed dial, so it’s not hard to find him.

“Hello sir, how can I help you?”

“Benjamin, it’s me. Mark is a bit, uh, tense right now. We got caught in a downpour with the convertible to get home and he nearly went into hysterics.”

“Oh dear. Shall I bring the limousine to come get the two of you?”

“That would be amazing. If you would like, look at the menu for this place and we’ll order whatever you want and make sure it’s hot for when you get here. I’ll drive us home.”

“That’s very kind of you, I will let you know.”

“Thank you, Benjamin.”

He hangs up, and Mark looks considerably better. He’s no longer shaking physically, but still looks anxious about what’s going on.

“Hey, he’s coming with the limo, and we’ll go home. We can get you a bath to get all the ick off of you, I know you don’t like the rain.”

“It’s ridiculous! I should be able to go outside without getting absolutely drenched! They’ll call me a wet cat in the newspapers again!”

“No they won’t, love. Just keep taking sips, it’ll be a while until he gets here.”

Mark pouts, but listens to you because that’s at least better than panicking. You get a text from Benjamin and order what he wants, focusing on your drink.

“I promise that I won’t let you get soaked when we go outside again. Well, not until you get in the tub at home.”

“With you, maybe…?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Mark seems to light up at that, looking at you in the same way he was over dinner. Just full of adoration for you.

“I am spoiled to have you, darling. Absolutely spoiled.”

“I just keep you from crumbling, I wouldn’t count that as spoiling you.”

“You do far more than just that. Don’t downplay how much you mean to me.”

You go to argue, but know better than to do that when he smiles that big at you. The two of you keep talking, and eventually Benjamin’s food comes out. You get it packaged up to-go, and keep it warm under the cloche it came out underneath. Benjamin texts you that he’s there shortly afterwards, and you gather your things and head out with Mark. Benjamin holds an umbrella at the entrance, protecting the two of you from the rain as you get into the car. You swap him the umbrella for his food as you get into the driver’s seat, allowing him to eat.

“See? Didn’t get wet.”

“I appreciate it, although if the car is ruined, I may be having a word with the restaurant…”

“Another day, love. Another day.”

[pensat-i-fet]

An unexpected guest (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Little request made by a friend (love you, V ❤️). I hope you all enjoy it ☺️**

Word count: 2225

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The Christmas season was over but not really. At least not for your family. You always travelled to the Alps for a couple of days of skiing, where you reunited with the side of your family that didn't live in Spain. It was always one of the highlights of your year.

One of your favourite things about this time was getting to cook with your auntie Abby. She was a chef and had been asking you to help her since you were a curious kid who just wanted to know how the weird looking ingredients on the table could turn into a dish that looked nothing like them.

So there you both were, in the kitchen ready to cook for a lot of people. More than usual, since there were three guests invited to tonight's dinner.

"Who's coming tonight, then?", you asked your aunt while you kept on kneading the pizza base to make sure it was perfect.

"I don't know. Some people your brother met".

But there was something about her tone that made you feel she did know. What would be the point of hiding it, though?

"This is done. Should I start mixing the ingredients for the cake?"

"Yes, darling. Please do that. Go to the pantry for more sugar if there isn't enough. I used a lot of it yesterday".

So you busied yourself with that while sharing more anecdotes with your aunt about your uni classmates. They were a funny bunch. 

Then your aunt took over to build the cake on the oven mould and told you to put the pizzas and the fish pies in the ovens.

"A cloth isn't enough. You'll burn your fingers again. Get that oven glove".

You hated using the oven glove because of how big and stiff it was but she was right. You had burnt yourself too many times.

"Done".

"Perfect. Go grab some more butter for me, please".

The pantry was almost on the other side of the house. How that made sense, you didn't know.

You needed to walk past the living room and there you noticed your brother was chatting with three guys. You could only see one of them, since the others had their back to you but you didn't know him. So you probably didn't know the others. Were they the guests?

Your brother was your twin and you shared some classes in uni but not all. And always tried to have different friend groups so it only made sense to guess those other boys belonged to his group. You just hoped they wouldn't be as douchey as some other friends he had introduced you to.

Dinner was almost ready and you had nothing else to do anymore. This was usually when you left and your aunt gave the finishing touches to all the dishes.

"Your uncle will help me serve this. Go enjoy the evening and…go meet our guests".

"Ok?"

It wasn't odd for uncle Mark to help but your auntie's tone when mentioning the guests was a bit odd…again.

"Hi. Dinner will be served soon. Time to work, Marky".

"On it!"

You smiled looking at your goofy uncle's reaction but then your smile turned into a shocked face when you saw who the guests were.

The boy you saw before was still there and next to him was another guy you didn't know either. But the third one…was that Gavi? The Barça footballer? It couldn't be. Why would he be there?

But then it made sense. Of course, your aunt knew he was there and that you were going to freak out because he was your favourite player.

"Hey, sis! Come here. I'll introduce you to my friends".

He was friends with Gavi and never told you? Time to murder a brother.

Your brother introduced you to Roger and Miguel first. And you swore those were the names of the two guys he mentioned a lot when talking about his uni friends.

"And this is Gavi, but you knew that already".

"Yeah", you said looking down, already embarrassed by your sibling.

"I feel honoured that she knows me", said Gavi and kept getting closer to you. "Do I not get two kisses?"

What? Oh right, two kisses on the cheek like you did with the others. 

But he didn't move and let you be the one who motioned as if to kiss his left cheek first and then the right. His not moving meant you had to move back when going from left to right, so your noses wouldn't collide. That would be even more embarrassing.

"Nice to meet you", you said.

"Nice to meet you".

After the introductions, everyone went back to watching TV. You sat next to your dad, who was a huge Barça fan and gave you the perfect excuse to just stare at Gavi. If dad did the same, it didn't look so bad. 

Everyone was trying to make conversation with the football star they didn't expect to show up at their dinner. And whenever Gavi turned to look at whoever was speaking to him and his eyes locked with yours, you tried to signal to him that the seat next to yours on the sofa was empty. But either he didn't get it or didn't care. 

"Dinner is almost here", said your uncle while going into the big dining room, carrying plates and glasses.

"I'll be right back", you said to no one in particular.

"Where are you going?", asked your dad.

"It's too hot. I'll change into something more comfortable".

When you got to the room, you took off the thick jumper you had had on all day and put on a long-sleeved blouse. Looking in the mirror, you noticed your hair was a bit of a mess from being in a messy bun while cooking. So you brushed it quickly and let it down. 

The moment you closed the door to your room, the door to the bathroom that was next to it opened. 

"Hey", said Gavi.

"Hi. We should go eat before it gets cold".

"Wait".

"Do you need anything?"

"No. I just wanted to let you know your hair looks really good like that".

"Oh", you said, touching the ends of it without realising. "Thanks".

"So…you like football?"

"I don't know if like is the right word. People call it an obsession".

That made him laugh. "It’s the same for me. And do you get to go to the matches?"

"Yes, the entire family has season tickets".

"Huh. Well that's annoying".

You going to the matches was annoying? "Why?"

"I was planning on giving you some tickets to impress you but now I'll have to think of something else".

"Why would you want to impress…".

Your question was interrupted by him getting close, too close, to you. "Sit next to me at dinner. Please".

You could only nod. And then you both went back to join everyone for dinner.

                                      **

Dinner was as great as always. And even with some new people there you were all still getting used to, the mood didn't suffer at all. 

"So, should we call you Gavi or Pablo? It's a bit confusing", asked your mum, who had been staring at all your interactions with Gavi ever since you sat next to each other.

"I'll answer to both, so whichever is your favourite".

Did that apply to you too? But you didn't have to wonder for too long, since he leaned slightly towards you to whisper. "Call me Pablo, please".

You nodded, lifting your head to look at him. Then you went back to finish the last bites of food on your plate and put your hands on your legs, so you could lean back a bit and rest. It had been a long day.

Gavi finished his dinner just a couple of minutes after you did and while he kept his left arm on the table, he moved the right so he could find one of your hands and hold it.

You didn't really know how to react but also knew your body already had on your behalf. How red was your face exactly? The tomatoes on the table probably looked pale next to you.

"I'll go grab the cakes!!", sang auntie Abby, rising from her seat now that everyone was done eating.

"Tell them you don't want dessert, please", told you Gavi, whispering again so no one would hear him.

"Why?"

"So I can take you somewhere else to have some".

Between his offer and the way his thumb was caressing your wrist, you didn't even know how to form words. So you just nodded. And his answer was also nonverbal. He just smiled and squeezed your hand.

You two really thought whispers and hands under the tablecloth were fooling everyone around you. But they could all see what was happening and were highly entertained by it.

                                          **

Before you left to go find a place to eat, you went back to your room to change again. It was freezing cold outside, so you changed the blouse for a hoodie and put some boots on and a little beanie to warm up your head.

"Where are you going?", asked your cousin when she got inside the room.

"Out for a little walk".

"Now? It's really dark outside. I'm not sure it's safe".

She was so cute worrying about you. "I won't be going out alone. See you later!"

You loved your cousin but she was bound to ask too many questions and you were too nervous already.

When you got out, you found Gavi waiting for you. He was also wearing a beanie and he looked adorable. 

"Ready?"

"Ready".

You took the hand he offered and started to walk towards the area where all the restaurants were.

"Anything you fancy eating?"

"Something warm", you laughed, pretending to shiver.

"Are you cold?"

"No, it's fine. I'm well protected by all these clothes. But my face is half frozen, probably".

Gavi stopped and made you turn to look at him. He let go of your hand but only to lift both hands to your face.

"I can't tell if it's cold because of the gloves".

Funny, you didn't feel cold at all anymore.

"But there are ways to check".

After saying that, he kept leaning down until his lips brushed yours. He looked up to see your reaction. To see if you were going to run away or not.

"Cold?", you asked, not knowing what else to say.

"A bit. Do you want me to fix it?"

And when you nodded, he continued what he had started, also encouraged by how your hands went beneath his coat so you could hold onto his waist. 

After a couple of minutes, you finally separated and stared at each other with silly grins on your faces.

"Let's go find some food".

Warm waffles sounded like the best plan for both of you, so that's where you went. You didn't know how you could still be so hungry after the feast you had had for dinner, but as always, you devoured your waffle quickly.

"Sorry. I really like waffles".

"Don't be", he said, laughing. 

"Where are the napkins? I probably have chocolate syrup all over my face. I swear I'm not always this messy".

"You got a bit over here", he said, pointing at the side of his mouth.

"I might have some tissues in my bag…".

"No need for them", he said, stopping you from grabbing the bag and moving you closer to him.

He kissed one side of your mouth softly, before moving to the other. And it was you who grabbed the back of his head this time to kiss him properly. He could save his teasing for another time.

A cough from a man sitting on the table next to yours made you stop. And while you tried to hide your blush, Gavi just laughed.

"Just so you know, there was no need for napkins but I couldn't waste that opportunity to steal another kiss".

You shook your head, smiling. He could steal as many as he wanted.

                                    **

The way back to the house was slow. Very slow. Because you two couldn't stop talking and stopping to kiss again. It really was the best way to fight the minus degrees temperature.

But sadly, you eventually made it to your family's house.

"They invited us to stay the night here".

"That's nice. Do you want to be a gentleman and walk me to my room?"

"Lead the way".

You reached your room and turned to see if anyone was around. But it was quite late so they were all probably sleeping.

"Do I have to go to the guest room? You're better company than my friends".

That made you laugh. "I'm sharing the room with my cousin so yes, you do".

"A shame".

Still, you didn't separate because even though you were incredibly tired, kissing him was a lot better than sleeping.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Tell me I can see you again when you're back in Barcelona".

"You aren't getting rid of me so easily, Pablito".

"Good. Maybe we can have breakfast together tomorrow before I leave too?"

"It's a date".

A couple of kisses later, you finally got inside your room with a huge grin on your face.

"Tell me everything, little cousin".

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Please write something with Eddie where the reader decides to jokingly flirt with mark and mark tells him and he takes her upstairs to confront her and ends up fucking her. (Handcuffs included if you are comfy with it)

You had been at the party for about 10 minutes before Ethan left you to hang out with some of the other boys. You sigh watching him leave before going to grab a drink. You open a can of twisted tea and before you know it you are on your third of the night. That's when Mark comes over and grabs the now-empty can out of your hand.

"I think that's enough for now," he says crushing the empty can and placing it in the garbage. You scan the backyard looking for your boyfriend and smirk when your eyes land on him. If he didn't give you attention you would find someone else who would. You rest your hand on Mark's bicep and give him your best puppy-dog eyes.

"But Marky I've only had 3 in the 2 hours I've been here, and if I get too drunk you're big and strong, and you can carry me," you bat your lashes at the boy. He grins shaking his head at you while looking for Ethan.

"Fine if you want more you can be my beer pong partner. Let's go," he responds, grabbing your hand and dragging you over to the table where the game was being played. You go up against 2 frat brothers who at first try to get Mark a different partner but when you sink both of your shots shut up instantly. You and Mark end up demolishing them which causes them to grumble as they leave the table. You and Mark get ready for your next opponents while Ethan starts to look for you getting ready to head home for the night.

"Marky you are a real man," you giggle as Ethan makes his way over to where the two of you are. Ethan takes note of your giggling and makes his way over to where the two of you are. He takes note of how your hand is on Mark's bicep and grimaces.

"You better take her home, Ed. She's starting to flirt with me," Mark laughs while you turn all your attention over to your boyfriend who is finally giving you the time of day.

"Yeah we're going home come on, Y/N," he says walking out of the party. You smile and wave at Mark before heading out the door with your boyfriend. He walks back to the hockey house and marches up the stairs without saying a word to you until you get to his room. He pushes you against the door locking it before looking down at you. He cups your jaw and roughly brings his lips to yours while your hands tangle in his hair. He removed one of his hands from your jaw and grabbed your hands pinning them above your head against the door.

"Ethan I want to touch you," you whine as you struggle against his grip.

"Bad girls don't get to touch," he says as he places wet kisses against your jaw.

"You weren't giving me any attention," you groan as he hits your sweet spot.

"That doesn't mean you have to go flirt with my friends. Now be a good girl and strip for me," he says backing away for you. You slowly take off your jacket and pants. Your bra top gets tossed on the floor leaving you in a pair of panties as you stare at Ethan. He quicks his brow at you and you slide your panties down leaving yourself completely bare. You look at the boy who is still compleatly dressed hoping he will do something. You reach out to touch him but not before he grabs your hands.

"Ethan please," you beg.

"You should have thought of that before you got Mark involved. If it's going to keep being such an issue I'm going to have to tie you up," he smirks, grabbing your jaw and pulling you into a heated kiss. He walks you back to the bed and half throws you onto it while he strips out his shirt and pants. You reach out for him but stop yourself halfway. Not of course before Ethan notices and shakes his head at you.

"I'll be good," you beg trying anything to have him not use the cuff.

"Baby it's what you deserve," he sighs, grabbing them from the nightstand. He places them around your wrists and the bed frame before placing a kiss on your jawline. He runs a finger through your folds with one hand while the other pushes down his boxers. He grabs a condom and rolls it on before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck Eth," you moan as you clutch the bedframe rather than digging your nails into his back. Your eyes flutter shuts as he slides all the way in and he gives you a second to adjust before he rams back in again. Ethan moves his hands so he has one hand on your hip and the other cupping your jaw.

"You're doin' so good baby," he groans as he thrusts into you. You scream having no other way to channel your pleasure.

"Ethan," you moan as your body convulses. He moves one of his hands to your clit rubbing circles on it hoping to bring you over the edge. He's close and he knows with the way you're squeezing him you can't be that much behind him if at all.

"Come on baby cum for me," he says placing his lips to yours. It only takes a few more thrusts for you to cum on his cock. He releases into the condom and stays inside you with his forehead against yours for a few minutes before he pulls out. He takes note of your face when he finally pulls out and kisses your nose.

"Ethan," you whisper.

"Yeah pretty girl," he responds as he unlocks the handcuffs.

"Next time I think you should be the one in cuffs," you half-smile.

"Sure baby," he shakes his head.

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Flo takes on Tampa— insta edit

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Ynofficial certified beach bums ☀️

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User28 you’re glowing 🤩

Seamuscasey26 no invite?? rude 😒

Ynofficial sorry…

Dylanduke25 ate.

User73 flo is just all smiles ❤️

Rutgermcgroarty TAMPA BBY!!

Ynofficial tone it down a bit.

Lucafantilli but are you frozen four ready??

Ynofficial we have our maize ready!!

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Markestapa Tampa has been good to me so far #goblue〽️

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User37 I’m expecting big things from umich this weekend!!

Lhughes_06 OH I SEE HOW IT IS

Markestapa what…

Lhughes_07 ynofficial can take you to the beach and not the rest of us

Ynofficial MARK ASKED ME FIRST

Dylanduke25 HUH MARKIE SAY ITS NOT TRUE

Markestapa …

Edwards.73 looking fresh bb 😩

User19 I’m so nervous, I’m going to be sick

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Plapointe_22 the Lapointe/yln family hits the blue carpet

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Ynofficial love you 🫶🏻

Markestapa Milf <3

Ynofficial thats the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me 🤭

Markestapa don’t lie.

User73 the suit 😩

User39 IM GOING TO PASS OUT I CANT WATCH THIS

Umichhockey Our fav family 💙〽️

Ynofficial we are obsessed with you guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Adamfantilli flo fucked that red carpet UP!

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Made this before the game to calm my nerves so enjoy!!

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Crazy pink lady

Near the utk campus there is a pink house and it’s literally so cute😭!!!

Fun fact utk is one of my dream schools 🧡

Pink has always been my favorite color I’m always wearing pink clothes and shoes I even drive a pink car but what most people think is weird about me I live in a big pink house, my boyfriend mark calls me the crazy pink lady.

As I’m leaving my house to go to class I see mark waiting on my porch “ahh good morning crazy pink lady, I see you chose the pink pants today” “I sure did marky you can never go wrong with pink” I say as I give him a kiss “mhm you look so pretty today” “do I not look pretty every day” “you know what I meant y/n/n” “anyways you ready for class” “mhm” after our class was over we head back to my house “marky I forgot to tell you I baked you something” I say as we walk into my pink kitchen and I pull out a pink cake “a pink cake,thanks babe” “well I know you’ve been feeling a little down so I thought maybe this would help” he looks down at me and smiles “god I love you,crazy pink lady” I giggle before I say “love you too marky”.

My whole room is pink too so I thought this would be a cute idea, cause you literally can never have too much pink if I had the chance to live in a pink house I would😭!!!

Also this one is super short bc I’m having a writers block so plz guys request stuff!!

Also if you liked this story don’t forget to like heart and repost it🥰!

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For your birthday prompts, 3 “You bet on us?” with Jacob Markstrom please.

Oooh this one was fun to write, mainly because I haven’t written for Marky in ages – I hope you enjoy it!

“You bet on us?”

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“We’re going to have to tell them eventually, you know.”

You turned your head on the pillow to look at your boyfriend, huffing out a laugh.

“Yeah I know. Hasn’t it been nice not having everyone up in our business though?” you mused.

Jacob just laughed, nodding his agreement. The two of you had fallen into each other’s beds almost immediately when he’d first been traded to Calgary, your friendship with Elias Lindholm’s girlfriend Annika looping you into the same circles, especially when Jacob was still living with them. As time had gone on though, friends with benefits had shifted into something more, a solid serious relationship, but you’d both agreed to keep things quiet, mostly because you’d already seen how nosy and involved his team and all your friends were with anyone’s new relationships, and you’d just wanted to keep it to yourself for the moment.

That ‘moment’ had shifted into 3 months, and still no-one knew. You never posted anything on social media about each other, you didn’t go to team events, you definitely didn’t show up together to friends gatherings, and you rarely did a date night out in public. Sure, some people might not like that, but for you, it felt nice having something that was just yours.

But it looked like Jacob had reached the end of his need for privacy. Intriguing.

“Any particular reason you’ve changed your mind?” you asked, propping your head up with your hand to look at him properly.

“I just…everyone gets to snuggle in public. I want to be able to do that with you,” he admitted, blush dusting his cheeks.

Oh that sweet, sweet man.

“Okay,” you said simply.

“Okay?” he repeated, eyes full of hope.

“Yeah, okay. I’m in, let’s go public,” you nodded.

The grin that spread over Jacob’s lips made you laugh, that laughter increasing as he all but launched himself at you, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck.

Trying to figure out how to go public in the most low-key way was the hard part. Even though you’d both agreed that it was finally time after talking a little more about the whole situation, the last thing you wanted was to make a big song and dance about things. That just wasn’t you, and it certainly wasn’t him either.

Eventually, you both decided to just show up holding hands to a dinner Elias and Annika were hosting at their house. That was as minimal fuss as you could think of – anything else could come later.

So when the evening came, Jacob squeezing your hand for reassurance while you waited for the door to open, you couldn’t deny that you were nervous. Not bad nervous per say, but there was still that element of the unknown. Would they be mad that you hadn’t told them? At least not for long when they saw how happy you were, right?

“You made it!”

Elias’s loud voice greeted you, breaking you out of your thoughts, and you found yourself smiling as he did a double take.

“Annika! They finally showed up together!” he called over his shoulder.

What.

“About time!” Annika said happily as she appeared next to him, “You owe me so much money babe.”

What?!

You looked up at Jacob, who looked just as confused as you were. Well that was something at least.

“You bet on us?” you asked, confused.

“Honey, we all did,” Annika mused.

Well damn.

We all did. That was ominous.

The two of you walked into their house, Elias shutting the door behind you, but your head was still whirling as Annika took your coats. They all knew? Or, they’d all guessed? What the hell?

“Who bet what?” Jacob asked, when the four of you finally in the kitchen.

You batted at his arm, making him laugh.

“What? I want to know what they were thinking about us,” he shrugged, earning laughter from your friends.

You huffed out a laugh, but smiled as he lifted your joint hands to press a kiss to your knuckles, Annika just cooing at the sweet display.

“There’s like a dozen of us involved in the main bet now, I won’t lie…”

Well, fuck. That was way more than you’d thought.

“…and everything ranged from if you were just sleeping together or secretly crushing on each other or actually properly dating, including when admissions were made and who told who first. I have a spreadsheet and everything. And of course us two had our own bet.”

“Oh you guys are the worst!” you groaned.

You could guess at least a few of the people involved, knowing how busybody they all were, but the full scale of it still blew your mind a little.

But at least they weren’t mad?

“I guess you’ll need details to make sure the winnings go out properly, hm?” Jacob said simply.

“You are far too nonchalant,” you sighed.

“I’m just happy I get to show off how happy I am,” Jacob shrugged, smiling down at you, “I liked keeping things private, don’t get me wrong, but it was time.”

Well how could you argue with that?

“So, details?” Elias grinned.

Jacob just grinned back, Elias and Annika laughing, and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. Of all the reactions, this was the last thing you were expecting…but you also weren’t surprised in the slightest.

“Here’s what happened…”