#mark tuan texts

[tangerineastronaut]

Jealousy | GOT7 Fake Texts

Pairing: Reader x ot7 Genre: fake texts/reactions, fluff and smut Requested: Yes ❣️Warnings: Dirty talk/sexting, explicit language, jealousy, slight angst, power dynamics-ish A/N: Ty for a GOT7 request :)

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[utopiaxsehnni]

yall ever see a clip and realize it was exactly at this moment you fell in love with an idol? cause it just happened to me BAD with mark tuan and i think i need to take a walk in the woods

[kathaelipwse]

GOT7 | Headcanons

Theme: Members As Friends And Lovers

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff and just fluff, Neutral gender!reader, my personal opinions!!!

Word Count: 1.0k

Mark Tuan

❀ As a Friend:

The type to listen quietly and then drop the most insightful advice.

Will send you a simple "You good?" text instead of asking too many questions.

Always down for a spontaneous road trip or late-night drive in silence.

The one who remembers your favorite food and orders it for you before you ask.

Rarely starts conversations but always responds when you need him.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Acts of Service & Quality Time.

Prefers subtle physical affection—hand-holding, thigh touches while driving, and soft back hugs.

He’s not the type for over-the-top gestures, but he makes sure you know he loves you through actions.

Might not say "I love you" often, but his eyes show it every time he looks at you.

Loves watching you when you’re not paying attention—he thinks you're the most beautiful when you're just being yourself.

The kind of boyfriend who lets you nap on his chest and absentmindedly plays with your hair.

Lim Jae-beom

❀ As a Friend:

Looks out for you like a protective older brother.

Roasts you all the time but will fight anyone who actually upsets you.

Is the first one to notice if you’re stressed and forces you to take a break.

Would drive you home at 3 AM just to make sure you’re safe.

If he says he’ll be there for you, he means it—he’s as loyal as they come.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Super touchy but in a non-obvious way—lingering hand touches, resting his hand on your thigh, or pulling you close when walking.

Lowkey enjoys cuddling but won’t admit it—he just “accidentally” falls asleep with you in his arms.

He might act cool, but he’s obsessed with kissing you, especially slow, deep kisses.

If he’s jealous, he won’t say anything—he’ll just pull you closer and make sure everyone knows you’re his.

Finds excuses to touch you, like fixing your hair or tracing small circles on your back when sitting together.

Jackson Wang

❀ As a Friend:

The ultimate hype man—your biggest cheerleader in life.

Insists on FaceTiming you instead of texting.

If you're sad, he’ll take you out for a fun adventure to cheer you up.

Will introduce you to every single person he knows and brag about how amazing you are.

Gets over-the-top dramatic about everything just to make you laugh.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Super affectionate—hugs, kisses, and hand-holding all the time.

He has zero shame about PDA—if he loves you, the world should know.

Loves lifting you off the ground when he hugs you.

Needs constant physical closeness—he’ll drape himself over you from behind like a human koala.

If you’re apart for too long, expect a dramatic “I missed you so much!!” the moment he sees you again.

Park Jin-young

❀ As a Friend:

The mom friend—he always makes sure you're making smart decisions.

Likes intellectual conversations and debating random topics for fun.

Pretends to be serious but actually has the best sense of humor.

He'll send you book recommendations and expect you to discuss them with him.

If you have a problem, he’ll help you solve it logically but with a side of sarcasm.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Words of Affirmation & Quality Time.

Prefers small, meaningful touches—a hand squeeze, brushing your hair away, or a soft kiss before leaving.

He’s not the type for over-the-top PDA, but in private, he’s incredibly soft and loving.

Loves slow, deep kisses that last longer than expected.

Would rather whisper sweet things in your ear than say them out loud in front of others.

Writes you letters when he’s feeling sentimental but acts like it’s “not a big deal.”

Choi Young-jae

❀ As a Friend:

A literal ray of sunshine—his energy is contagious.

Always sending you memes and dog photos to brighten your day.

Will drop whatever he's doing if you need help.

If you're sad, he’ll hug you until you feel better (and maybe write a song about it).

The most genuinely happy for your successes.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Loves cuddling—he could stay in bed all day just snuggled up with you.

Will randomly grab your hand and swing it back and forth while walking.

Likes to playfully boop your nose or poke your cheeks just to make you laugh.

Gets shy when expressing feelings but his touch says it all—soft, lingering, and full of love.

The type to hug you from behind while you’re doing something and just stay there for a while.

BamBam

❀ As a Friend:

Your fashion guru—always wants to go shopping with you.

Loves taking aesthetic photos of you for Instagram.

Teases you all the time, but if someone else does, he gets defensive real quick.

Randomly calls you just to gossip and catch up.

Will buy you a ridiculous gift “just because it reminded me of you.”

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Gift Giving & Physical Touch.

Always flirting—he loves seeing you blush.

Loves PDA but in a playful way—wants to make others jealous of how cute you two are.

Randomly grabs your face and kisses you just because he can.

Buys you expensive gifts but acts like it’s “no big deal.”

If you’re feeling down, expect a shopping trip and a fancy dinner date to lift your mood.

Kim Yugyeom

❀ As a Friend:

The gentle giant—sweet but surprisingly mischievous.

Always down for a random dance battle.

Loves sending you weird, funny TikToks at 2 AM.

The friend who carries your bags without you asking.

If you need a hug, he's got you covered—big, warm, comforting bear hugs.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Loves touching you absentmindedly—playing with your fingers, resting his head on your shoulder, or leaning against you.

Slow kisses are his thing—deep, meaningful, and just enough to make your heart race.

Likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and sway gently.

If he’s lying down, expect him to pull you into his chest for cuddles without asking.

Prefers spending time together over texting—even if you’re just sitting in comfortable silence.

[thealternateuniverse]

Sort it out

A/N: It was so hectic last week (my birthday and everything) but here is some Mark fic. I got caught up in work so the ideas were not running the past few days.

Pairing/s: Mark Tuan x reader

Warnings: none

You were downing shots like it was the last alcohol on Earth.

"Calm down, Y/N… What’s got you so worked up?" Your friend plucked the glass from your hand.

"Nothing." You shrugged, dodging the follow-up questions.

You didn’t want to talk about it. Not yet. Not when you and your boyfriend hadn’t even addressed it yourselves.

Your friend didn’t press further, only sighing. "At least slow down."

You nodded, but the lump in your throat was growing. You felt like crying at any moment. Mark didn’t feel like your boyfriend anymore. Hell, he barely even felt present in your life. Did he even care that you were here? Did he even remember he had a girlfriend?

Mark Tuan, your boyfriend of seven years—had been practically MIA for three weeks. Not literally, of course. He was just… caught up in his own world, forgetting that you existed in it.

You understood his life was hectic. Celebrity things. That’s how it had always been, and for seven years, you’d accepted it because you knew what you signed up for. He always made time for you. Never once had he made you feel neglected. Until now.

So what changed?

Would it kill him to send a simple update? A check-in? The bare minimum?

You were tired. And you were starting to wonder if this was even worth it anymore.

"How are you and Mark? I heard his group is going on tour," another friend asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You weren’t sure what made you wince—the sharp burn of vodka or the fact that this was the first time you were hearing about it.

"We’re good. Yeah, probably. We haven’t talked about it yet," you replied flatly, making it clear you didn’t want to discuss it. But apparently, some people didn’t know how to read the room.

"Oh, he hasn’t told you yet?"

Your other friend elbowed the one who spoke, sensing the tension.

"He mentioned it once," you muttered, brushing it off. But your fingers twitched as you checked your phone again. No messages. Of course.

"Let’s go dance, guys!"

Thank God. A distraction.

You let the music consume you, moving like you were in a Charli XCX music video wild, carefree, reckless. If Mark was too busy to care, why should you?

"Holy shit. Look who just walked in."

The four of you stopped dancing, following the direction your friend pointed.

And there he was. Mark. Along with Bambam, Jackson, and Yugyeom.

They were trying to be discreet, caps pulled low, hoodies up but you knew him anywhere. He wore a white cap and a black shirt, looking like they had come straight from the studio.

Your stomach twisted. He had time for this? He couldn’t send a single text, but he could show up here?

Then, as if the past three weeks hadn’t happened, Mark met your gaze and… waved.

He waved.

Like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn’t the reason you were drowning in vodka.

He motioned toward their booth, expecting you to follow, but you were too pissed to even acknowledge him. So instead, you turned away and kept dancing, letting the music swallow your frustration.

Your friends exchanged looks but went along with it.

---

Later, as you settled back into your couch, tipsy and giggling, the mood shifted when they showed up at your table.

Mark. Bambam. Jackson. Yugyeom.

Mark’s eyes were locked on you. And he seems to be patiently waiting for you to go back on your table.

"Hi, ladies. Hope you don’t mind us crashing your night out," Jackson said smoothly, ever the social butterfly.

"We really don’t. Sup, Jack?"

Pleasantries were exchanged, and you nodded towards the guys in greeting. But Mark… Mark didn’t look away. He seemed to be waiting for a chance to talk to you alone.

Too bad you weren’t in the mood for that.

"Why don’t we all dance?" Bambam suggested, but his lingering glance between you and Mark didn’t go unnoticed.

"Sure. But won’t people recognize you guys?"

"Nah. Most of them are drunk anyway."

"If you say so. Y/N?"

All eyes turned to you.

"I’ll be right behind you," you said, staying planted in your seat.

They headed to the dance floor, leaving you and Mark alone.

You poured another shot, staring at the glass as if it held answers.

"Baby…"

You didn’t look up.

"You’re drunk," he murmured.

"Obviously."

"Let’s go home?"

"Good. So you still remember where that is? Thought you went astray."

Mark sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I’m sorry."

"Yeah."

"I mean it. There’s been a lot going on—"

"Oh, I know. So much that you forgot to come home? Or even text your girlfriend?"

His jaw tightened. "Let’s talk properly when we get home."

You exhaled sharply, downing the vodka.

Maybe. Maybe not.

"I need a break, Mark."

Your voice was flat, emotionless. But the weight of those words made Mark’s eyes widen in panic.

"What—no. Let’s talk properly first," he rushed out, desperation creeping into his tone.

You let out a bitter laugh. "Don’t you get it? You were gone for three fucking weeks. Barely a reply, barely a call. But you had time to be here?" You gestured around the club, anger bubbling over. "Seriously? I’m starting to wonder if I’m your girlfriend or just some dog waiting for scraps of attention."

His jaw clenched.

"Baby… I’m really sorry. We—"

He bit his lip, stopping himself. Holding something back.

And that only pissed you off more.

You huffed, standing up, crossing your arms. "We need a break, Mark."

His entire body tensed.

"So we can figure out if this is even worth continuing," you added. "That way, you can think and move freely—without having to remember that you have someone waiting for you."

"I'm sorry…" Mark exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Me and the boys… we’re working on something so we can finally be free."

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

He hesitated, then cursed under his breath. "Damn, I wasn’t supposed to say anything while the case is ongoing, but… it’s you, baby. This is for you."

Your head spun—maybe from the alcohol, maybe from his words. Either way, nothing was making sense.

"I don’t understand what you mean," you mumbled.

Mark sighed, his grip tightening on your wrist as if grounding you. "We’re leaving the company. And JayB is fighting to make sure we keep our rights."

Your jaw dropped.

"W-what?! Are you guys insane?" Your voice rose, disbelief cutting through the haze. "You worked for this your whole lives and now you’re just—"

Mark’s hands found your arms, rubbing soothing circles.

"Baby…" His voice softened. "If this job means I can’t spend time with you, then I don’t want it."

Your heart skipped.

"But don’t worry," he added quickly. "We’re not disbanding. Think of it as… leaving the nest. We’ll still come back as a group. But we need this to pursue what we love, on our terms."

Your chest tightened. This was huge. Bigger than your relationship issues, bigger than the past three weeks.

And he had been carrying it all alone.

""Oh my God, Mark! I’m so sorry! You could’ve at least said something!"

Mark chuckled, but you didn’t find it funny. Guilt gnawed at you for assuming the worst, for thinking he had simply stopped caring—when, in reality, he and the boys had been fighting for something that could cost them everything they had worked for since they were teenagers.

"I knew you’d be here," he admitted. "That’s why we came."

Your stomach flipped. A mix of emotions swirled inside you. He cared. He cared so much that he was doing all of this for himself, for the group, for you.

"I’m sorry for being MIA," he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek. "And I promise, I’ll make it up to you. Big time."

Your head dipped slightly, overwhelmed, but Mark gently lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms.

"I’m sorry for making you feel that way," he whispered against your hair. "It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure to update you, always."

You let out a shaky breath before burying your face into his chest, arms tightening around him.

"I think we need to go home," you mumbled.

Mark chuckled, the sound vibrating through you.

"I figured." He pulled back slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Let’s grab something to eat first, okay?"

You nodded, and after saying goodbye to your friends who exchanged knowing glances but didn’t protest.

You and Mark found yourselves at a gas station at 3 AM, sharing greasy fast food.

Talking. Catching up. Planning the days ahead.

For the first time in weeks, everything felt right again. You let out a soft sigh, the weight that had been lingering on your chest beginning to lift. You missed him—his laugh, the way his jokes always managed to make you smile, and most of all, just having him around. You could almost hear his voice in your head, teasing you with one of his playful remarks.

"I swear, I have the best jokes in the world. You just wait."

You smiled at the thought, imagining how he'd grin that goofy, endearing grin of his.

Soon, you told yourself. Soon, he'd be by your side again, and this distance between you two would finally fade. You couldn’t wait to have him all to yourself, to wrap up the lingering tension in your relationship and just be together, uninterrupted.

And when that moment came, you knew it would feel like home again.

[markie-baby]

If You Love Me | pt.1

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

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

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

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

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

Read 7:09 pm.

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

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

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

Read 8:30 pm.

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you more..."

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

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mark-"

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

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

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

"Hey-"

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

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

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

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

Mark sighed deeply...

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." You breathed.

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

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

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

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

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

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

"Oh..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

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

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

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

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

"What is it?"

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

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

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

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

"Anything for you."

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

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

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

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

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

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

"What?" He feigned innocence.

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

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

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, okay."

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

"Babe."

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

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

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

"So what was I saying?"

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

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" I promise."

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mark..." you moaned.

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

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

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

"I love you, too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good."

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

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

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

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

~

To Be Continued.

[aquarenaissance]

hi hey hello !! i’m looking for a few partners in the krp/bandom space. not looking to join any groups, and due to enlistment status for some that i write this would be solely for psl on discord. open to m/m, m/f, f/f, and more, i don't have any specific plots in mind but i'm down to clown ( brainstorm lets go !! ). looking for a handful of partners that don't mind exchanging playlists, musings, hc, and just getting real in depth with our plots. always down for text and/or para !!

some idols i write for:

jimin, taehyung (bts) xiaoting (kep1er) jisung, felix, chan (skz) mark tuan, yugyeom, jinyoung (got7) karina, ningning (aespa) wonwoo, joshua, dino (svt) jinsoul, haseul, kim lip (artms) handong, yoohyeon (dreamcatcher) soyeon, shuhua (i-dle)

i do also write for oc's, if we can't settle on anything specific. if you're interested, just like this and i'll reach out ♡

[happysprings]

Chapter 2

Link to Chapter 1

It's been a week since you signed the contract. You weren't doing much but both of you were throwing subtle hints. The other day you used Mark's phone for a mirror selfie and Mark posted one of your jewellery. In one week you and Mark were talking but mostly because of work, nothing personal. Today was just another you were at his studio. You both were trying to sing suddenly Jayb told you "come on try my note in not by moon." You hesitated but Jackson encouraged you "try on....let's go.. " you hit the note effortlessly. Everyone clapped even Mark did "okay now try my rap from poison." Which you failed miserably Marked hit you playfully saying and mimicked you "you are a horrible rapper " you hit him back and said "that's because I am a vocalist" everyone laughed "guys it's so wrong that you didn't check out my songs!!" You shouted. "We did but in most of them you are just acting." Said Jackson "so are you guys saying I can't sing???" To which Jinyoung pat your back "I've heard it....you sing beautifully " saying this he gives you a side hug. But Mark was quick to detach you and pull you close "she is my girlfriend!! Hands off" you smiled and said "on screen!! Not the real one....." Before you could finish your sentence the door of his studio opened and Natasha pushed you away luckily jackson was there to hold "really Mark Tuan she is your girlfriend??? Then who am I? " Mark didn't say anything he just looked at JayB and he took the hint and took everyone out. You guys were outside but you all could hear them. "She is not my girlfriend you know we both signed a contract. We were just joking around" Mark said. "Really that's why you were holding her?? Don't take me for a fool. I saw it all" said Natasha "why did you had to sign a contract? If you are so damn crazy about scandal let's make our relationship public...okay?? But you won't...you bloody cheater" shouted natasha. Mark was not saying anything soon Natasha tried to slap him but he held her hand and he said "you're calling me a cheater?? You seriously feel I don't know about your trips to Paris?? Try this again and see what I do !" Mark shouted "get out of here and don't show your face " hearing this Natasha came out and saw everyone with you and shouted "you're filthy!! He will never like you. You can never be me!!" She told you. Jackson was about to give back but you spoke "firstly I bathe regularly so don't call me filthy and another thing, to begin with I never wanted to be you!! And be careful what you speak next. I am not a generous person. " You winked at him and she walks away.

Everyone was going in and you informed them "you guys go on, I need to go pick out outfit I just got a text from my manager" bambam asked " outfit?? For what??" "I have to film a song. I told you I was doing a movie right so for that I need to pick outfits" you told him. "What is the connection of the song and the movie" you pressed your lips together and you explained "in our movies we have songs! You need to watch some!" You said as you were about to walk away you turn to JayB and said "do tell him I had work that's why I am leaving not because of all this!" JayB nodded and you went away.

You were done by 8 but the other news was you had to leave for Dubai the next day instead of next week. You packed your thing you called your friends Gia and Nabi but they told you to come to han river they were with a bunch of people and you tried to deny but it was of no use. So eventually you went only to find your friends, others and Jackson Mark and yugeom. You reached there and greeted everyone. One of them announced "Since y/n is here let's hear a song from her" hearing this you said "come on guys not now please." Soon you heard Mark say "Sing it please, one of our songs" you gave him an annoyed look, he laughed "you guys just wanna make fun of me....fine I'll sing" Jackson asked which song you replied "let me think......last piece!!" Everyone hooted you started the song.

As you ended the song Mark gave you an impressive look and clapped for you. Soon the jamming session was wrapped as you and Gia were walking towards Nabi's car talking about your return. Suddenly Mark joined and said "hey Gia can I steal your best friend for 5 minutes??" To which she nodded and went away. "Hi," you said awkwardly to which he replied "hi, you sing very well, nailed my rap" you smiled and whispered "I practiced and jackson helped!" Mark smiled "what is it Mark tell me??" You turn to him and asked. He lazily scratched the back of his neck and said "I am so sorry for whatever happened in the studio....." Before he could complete you held his hand said "it's fine. It's not your fault! " He asked " Then why are you leaving?" You smiled and said "Because I have work! The dates has been shifted, so can't help!" "Where you going??" He asked which you replied "Dubai!" He nodded. You heard Nabi honking, you turn around and bid your farewell to Mark and you went away.

You reached Dubai and in a few days it was the day for the final shoot! As you reached your location you got a call from your manager "hey! Mark has sent food truck for everyone and don't forget to click a picture in front of it." You went out and saw 5 food trucks with your picture on it and a quote "y/n fighting. Miss ya" you thought the PR team indeed was great they know how to be romantic. You hear your director call you finally break out from your trans. You went on and did your shots. In the next 2 weeks you completed the whole scenes, now the only thing that was remaining was editing and the release. You were sitting with your co-star he suddenly asked "i didn't know you had a boyfriend!" You smiled and said "I know...we haven't made anything public yet" hearing he smiled "oooo...is he from our film fraternity??" You shook your head and said "noo, but sort of in entertainment " you said . Both of you chatted for a bit and left your way. By evening you had to attend the completion party. It was a cruise you wore casuals you were enjoying. You manager came and told you to act surprised "why ?? Any specific reason?" You asked him to which he replied "Mark will be here soon." He said. you were looking at the sea suddenly you felt a pair of hands snaked on you stomach and a kiss on your temple "hey!! I am here." You turn around only to find Mark , you smiled and hugged him nervously. He whispered "you're a good actress but don't know what happens when I am around you!" You gave him a smile. Soon your co-star spotted you and came to greet you but before you could introduce Marked spoke "hi, this Mark Tuan Y/n's boyfriend." The co-star smiled and said "I think I have seen you somewhere" "he is a kpop idol in the group got7." Your co-star responded surprisingly "when are we going to get a comeback?" You were a little shocked that your co-star knows about got7. While Mark and your co-star were talking you walked the other side where it was less crowded. The cold breeze was making you shiver. Soon you felt a jacket on your shoulder and you turn around only to see Mark. "Hey!! I thought you were talking to him!" You said he smiled and said "I was but it's done. " He smiled again. You thought something was wrong so went near his mouth as you smelled "how much did you drink?" You asked. He smiled and pulled you close.

"you know she cheated on me, used me for my name and money." He said while coming close to you. You put your hand on his chest and slightly pushed him saying "Mark we need to get you to bed." And you walked him to your room. And sat him down suddenly he covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom. You followed him, he was throwing up. You patted his back once he was done he stood up, you supported him and you brought him to bed and gave him a glass of water, he chugged the water but his eyes were never leaving you. "You should get some rest Mark" you said as you were trying to walk away he pulled and made you sit on his lap. Before you could respond he dropped you on bed and hovered you and he almost connected his lips to yours but you stopped him and you whispered "you're drunk!" To which he replied "so?? I know what I am doing....do you want me to stop?" He asked in his deep voice. You held his face and smiled "Let's talk when you're sober and also I don't want to be anyone's rebound" hearing this you removed himself and said "but you didnt answer my question. " hearing this you didnt reply. He was lying beside you. Soon he slept and you left the room.

Next morning.

You knocked on the door but there was no response. So you unlocked the room and got inside. You saw him sleeping. You went near and covered him. You were about to leave but he woke up and called out your name. You turn around "how did I get here?" He asked "well you were too drunk! So had to bring you in" you answered. "When are you going back?" You asked him "we are leaving together for Seoul didn't your manager inform you?" You shook your head "I am so sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday, I got hammered" he said. "Hmmmm so you don't remember anything at all?" You asked him to which he replied "noo...tell me what is it??" You just smiled and didn't say anything but instead you changed the topic "how can I come to Seoul I have to shoot a music video, Choreography, photoshoot practice etc. how will we manage ??" To which he replied "your choreographer is flying with us and the PR team will do something for that" you nodded and you got a call from your manager who stated the same, but he stated you need to fly back for an interview also told you to click a picture together where his face is not visible. you disconnected the call told him "My manager called he told me the same thing but he told me to click a picture with you but you need to hide your face." you pause and said "okay come here, " standing in front of the mirror " I just woke up now" he groaned but you held his hand and pulled him "its fine you dont have to show your face... but how do we pose?" you asked him. He pulled you by your waist your back hit his chest as his arms snacked your waist and nuzzled his head near your neck. You were stunned at his action. He whispered slowly with his morning voice "click the picture" you nodded and clicked the picture. Once done you detached yourself, the way you moved away he smirked and said "Y/N we have signed a contract to be a couple, if you get so shy and so nervous people will find out that we are not an actual couple." hearing this you replied "i am not Shy or nervous, its just something different." to which he replied "I bet you wouldn't be this nervous with anyone else , its me that's why you are nervous." hearing this you laughed and said "you are no special Mark I would be same with anyone else." he smiled again and said "I am sober now, do you wanna try if you could resist me or not." hearing this you rolled your eyes and walked towards him and held his nape softly, the moment you did it he lost his cool attitude and turned into a blushing mess. You moved to his ear as your lips slightly touched them and whispered "Oooo why are you so red Mark??" you smiled and walked away. He wasnt able to process exactly what happened. you stood there like a statue.

Next chapter soon.

[666vicious]

"in one of his few direct speeches in england, dracula markedly avows that mina’s 'rabidity' is, in fact, a rebellion from the mastery of the 'brave men' and tantalizingly promises to her that now, thanks to the power conferred by 'rabidity,' she may turn the scales, effectively reversing the gender hierarchy of the group of hunters: 'you shall be avenged in turn; for not one of them but shall minister to your needs' (252). this little remarked-upon line, i suggest, contains the key to the titillating vehemence with which beloved women and pets may be destroyed to put the rebellious dependants back in their place. and yet the text seems desparately to insist that lucy and mina would never wish to avenge themselves, to reassure late victorians that there is, in fact, nothing to avenge. dracula’s tempting offer of female empowerment comes closest to avowing the status quo inequalities that 'rabidity' challenges and explains the hostility that undergirds the graphic mutilation of all the 'rabid' women: a moment of recognition that the beloved pet has legitimate reasons to desire vengeance and might be empowered to seek it. thus, when mina is in one of her guided hypnotic trances, most immersed in her connection to rebellious 'rabidity,' van helsing fights to re-establish mastery over her. while she does obey van helsing’s commands to divulge dracula’s secrets, she complains that van helsing is unpleasantly 'order[ing her] about, as if [she] were a bad child' (300). to justify the imperious tone of his commandments, van helsing insists not only that he orders her about for her own good but that his need to command her reflects her mastery over him: mina is 'her [sic] whom i am proud to obey!' (300). to late victorians, the underlying crisis waiting to erupt in any master-pet relationship is that, in his love, the master might lose mastery. adoration for a pet is more than a cover for the dominance inherent in the relation that yi-fu tuan has identified; it poses a threat to the proper hierarchy, suggesting the motivation for the paradoxical need to mark the beloved pet as a threatening object when it is most lovable/loved. the master might love his dog too much, such that it is no longer clear who 'obeys' whom: his love and affection threaten his ability to sustain his position as head of the household and, in van helsing’s logic, motivate his paranoid assertions of 'loving' control over his subordinates. in loving a master and being loved in return, the pet stands intimately with the master, dangerously close to peership—and mutiny."

keridiana chez, “you can’t trust wolves no more nor women”: canines, women, and deceptive docility in bram stoker’s dracula

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So that last got7 ask got me thinking.. least to most likely to manhandle and be rough in got7? 👀

Most to least likely to be physically rough during sex | GOT7

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1. Yugyeom

Unintentional much of the time, but when he's in the zone he'd def grip your hair or use his weight/size against you. Loves it when you tease him just to see him get aggressive. Big fan of putting you face down while keeping your arms pinned at your sides, so basically him preventing you from moving while he fucks you. Also choking bc like?? He doesn't mean to but he will leave fingerprint sized bruises on your throat. That personality switch up can give you emotional whiplash though—he's definitely the most dangerous member when he's horny and stupid for you.

2. Mark

Reeeaaaally intense when he's horny, big into namecalling and fucking on the floor or bending you over while standing up. Likes leaving hickeys on you. Fucking in front of mirrors and forcing you to watch yourself feels like his thing, gripping your elbows and fucking you from behind, warning you not to turn your face away. Will throw you down on the floor 100%. When he's pissed off at something, he fucks you to calm himself down.

3. BamBam

He'd be really rough with you (when he knows you want it). May not leave marks but likes to squeeze and grab. Would probably love the mating press or cowgirl while holding your wrists behind your back so you have basically no control. Probably a big fan of holding you down while he eats you out bc he knows how you're going to squirm and try to get away from the overstimulation. On that note, overstimulation. He loves it when you shake uncontrollably and tell him to stop. That's not your safeword though. he knows that and so do you ~

4. Jaebeom

Doesn't necessarily dislike rough sex, just sees intimacy as a time for you both to unwind and dissolve in one another rather than it being strenuous. If you tell him you need it rough, he'll do it, but his pleasure comes from you blushing, sweating, gently breathing. He'll be aggressive until you get off, then switches gears with soft kisses and asking you to be good for him, to make those pretty sounds while he makes love to you. Only higher than Jackson and Youngjae because when you ask him to be rough, he does not hold back.

5. Jackson

Has an obsession with leaving handprints on your ass. Isn't aggressive really but has his moments when he's out of it, maybe slightly pussy drunk when his caring personality slips. You're never in danger, but you do love those moments when he grips you a little too tight, or when you ask him to choke you and he forgets how strong he is. Expect apologies and kissing after. Since he likes to fuck all day, he knows not to push your limits to keep you going.

6. Youngjae

Other than biting, he's not really into manhandling you or being too aggressive. On a scale of rough to gentle he definitely leans more toward rough, but only when he's desperate. When he's needy or pissed at you for teasing him, he can get a little more serious, shoving you and pinning you to the bed. Once he gets a taste of you though he calms down. "You're not you when you're hungry" or something like that. Let him fuck you already. The longer he has to wait, the worse it'll be for you ~

7. Jinyoung

You'd have to pay this man to lay a hand on you. He might slap your ass if you beg him, but otherwise he'd probably scold you for wanting him to hurt you (and then make you cry via orgasms). MIGHT grab your throat when he's really lost in you, but he never applies much pressure. Can be mean in other ways; he loves to see you humiliate yourself in desperation or edges you until you beg. Jinyoung doesn't need to be physically rough with you. He's quietly a horny dom and it's terrifying.

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Call My Name Reaction (Boyfriend!Mark Version) feat. BamBam 🥰🤐

So my last client of the day cancelled, so I think now’s a good time to finally upload Mark’s version!

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🖤Fuckboy! Mark Tuan Part 18(Final)🖤

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Social Media!AU - fratfuckboy!marktuan

Pairing; Mark Tuan x Soobin Moon(OC)

Summary; Mark is the type to get what he wants. All he wants is a good time and for her to give in, texting him for that reason. She wants to focus on herself and career. What he doesn’t expect is to be pulled in by her while she isn’t prepared for what Mark is trying to accomplished.

Music blared throughout the whole building as people stood around chatting with each other and others dancing around all with drinks in hand. How she ended up in this mess was beyond her, but her friends ended up dragging her out from her sanctuary to be at another famous party. Usually not opposed to parties, after a draining week, she just wanted to be in her bed.

Trying to enjoy the night, her fingers were wrapped around the plastic cup her hand held. She brought it up to her lips and let the alcohol warm her body as it comfortably goes down her throat. Knowing she was going to be stuck here for a little bit, she might as well make the most of it as the half filled cup became empty. The influence of the tough liquor settling in for her to start enjoying where she was.

Her body starts to find the rhythm of the music that was playing through the speakers as she was pulled close by her waist from someone she had a few encounters with. With her system being buzzed, she didn’t care much as more alcohol started to take over her body. After dancing closely with the male, she felt a pair of eyes on her, watching her every move. Her eyes are met with a quite familiar deep brown pair from across the room. He watched the way her body moved while bringing the cup in his hand to his lips, his eyes scanning her up and down.

She couldn’t break away the eye contact she had as her body started to become warmer than before. His lips curved into a smirk which caused her to roll her eyes. Shaking her head, her attention was grabbed by her sober friend gathering everyone to leave. She smiled as he leaned down to her ear in order for her to hear him better. Giving the other a nod as she started to follow him, but not before glancing over to the one who was just watching her. It was her turn for her lips to curve up into a smirk from the displeasure look on his face as a female ran up close to his side, whispering in his ear.

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GOT7 Mark: Missing him and Milo while he's on tour.

Rating: Fluffy/Suggestive

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You..

Part 6

You go out with your best friend Christian; Mark finds your ig and tries to get your attention

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A/n: Yes your best friend is Christian because he’s just a huge cinnamon roll hehe. I’m considering making a twt and posting this there. Should I? Let me know! Oh and feel free to request stuff loves

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“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Pairing: Im Jaebeom x Reader

Word Count: 702

A/N: Hello everyone. Thank you so much for being patient with us. We have four requests in the inbox and will get to them as soon as possible. This is an old drabble I wrote for another blog I used to be on, but I switched it up for us aghases. I hope you enjoy! -admin izzy

You had never known the way of the mafia life until you stumbled upon your beloved husband in the dry cleaners. He was trying to wash blood off of his suit from the killing he had done just that night. You wondered what a man like that was doing here trying to clean the obvious blood on his clothes in a public place. Trying to steer clear from this intimidating man, you quietly watched him from afar without getting caught, or so you thought.

That was how you met. Now after three years with this man, the look and stench of blood was second nature to you. Your husband was the boss of the notorious gang, Got7. No one dared mess with these group of fearless individuals and Jaebum was no exception.

Sitting in his office, you flipped through your news feed on your phone in silence. Jaebum and the top spies of his gang were in a meeting, and you were waiting for him to return so you both could go to lunch. It had been about an hour and there was nothing new left to look through, so you made your way out of his office in search of your husband or something interesting to do, whichever came first.

Making your way down the hall, you could distinguish two voices in one of the board rooms to your left. You put your ear up against the wall in search of what these two people were talking about. One voice you knew by heart, your husband’s, but the other wasn’t as easy to determine.

Knowing that it wasn’t such a good idea to eavesdrop, but you were bored. The loud booming voice of your husband startled you, and made you really start to listen to what was being said across the door.

“Who are you to speak so freely about them?!” your husband exclaimed.

You knew that whoever he was talking to was most likely going to walk out in shame or in pain. It wasn’t hard to figure out who he was talking about either: you. It brought a smile to your face to hear Jaebum defend you with such intensity, and you knew you had picked the right one. It was common knowledge that you were his spouse, and because of this you were allowed to walk the halls freely and do as you wish. Obviously, someone was not a fan of this, and Jaebum was not a fan of this person speaking so openly about how his spouse should act and speak.

“All I’m saying is that they’re hear all the time. Don’t they have a job or something?”

All of a sudden there was a slam and a loud grunt. You knew that Jaebum had lunged at the mystery person, so you decided to intervene before things go too bad. Throwing the door open, you see Bam Bam on the ground with the table up against the wall. Jaebum was standing in front of the room with death in his eyes, but they visibly softened when he say you standing at the entrance way.

“Jaebeom, my love. Do you think it is wise to beat up one of your best spies?” you questioned.

”I do when it comes to your honor. I’m your husband. It’s my job.” he said. 

Smiling, you walk to him and plant a kiss on his cheek. As much as you loved that Jaebeom was willing to fight his employees for you, it wasn’t good business. Turning to the man on the floor, your smile drops and you sent him a glare that leaves him gulping nervously for what you’re about to say. 

“Next time if you have a problem, you can speak with me. My job is to stand by my husband, and if you have a problem with that you can find employment elsewhere. Is that understood?”

He stood up from the ground and bowed to you. When he lifted from the bow, his face was stiff as a board. 

“Yes, of course,” he said, “It won’t happen again. I am deeply sorry if I offended you.” 

With a smirk you take your husband’s hand and say, “Let’s go to lunch. I’m starving.”