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jalapeno-princess · 4 years ago

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Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: The most adorable fluff I have ever written with some first time sex (the smut in here is so vanilla and soft and terrible but I don’t even care at this point lol)

Word Count: 14.5K

Summary: You and your boyfriend Mark had plans to go out on a date until the two of you find out that it is expected to rain for the rest of the night. What starts off as a romantic night in turns in to finally becoming one with the love of your life.

Warnings: Oral (male and female receiving), fingering, breast play

A/N: Hey guys! If I am being completely honest, this is one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written because Mark is such a soft, fluffy and doting boyfriend in here (and I feel with my entire ass that he is like this in real life) and I don’t know but I just find it so cute when boyfriends are considerate of their partner’s desires to wait for sex (it’s rare but if a man really loves you he will wait for however long you need him to)(it’s even more rare when he puts your pleasure before his own but there are men out there and I still have yet to find one like that but one day)(@God...When?) by the way, this is based on the song “Teach me how to love” by Shawn Mendes, I highly recommend that you listen to the song before or while reading this so it makes more sense. Happy reading!

Ooh, your body's like an ocean I'm devoted To explore you Ooh, what do you desire? I'm inspired I'll do it for you

Won't you draw a map for me? Laced with strawberries And I'll get on my knees Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me how to love Put my hands around you Ooh, teach me how to Touch you, tease, caress you, and please you Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love

“Thank you for tuning in to Good Evening Los Angeles. Make sure to stay indoors tonight for there is a 80% chance of rainfall with winds up to 25 miles per hour. We’re also expecting a thunderstorm on Wednesday with winds between 30 to 35 miles per hour—“

Mark released an exasperated sigh once he heard the weather forecast and was quick to change the channel in disappointment.

“Well, I guess there goes our plans for tonight. We haven’t gone out on a date in almost an entire month because we’re both so busy, I really wanted to take you to that new sushi restaurant but I guess it’s just going to have to wait.”

You giggled softly at his now upset demeanor and took this time to snuggle up closer to his body if it was even physically possible. Your bodies were practically glued together to the point where you could feel his heart beat against your chest.

His arms were wrapped protectively around your waist as he was propped up against his headboard with you lying on top of him, legs on either side of his lap—hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Right after you returned home from work a little over two hours ago, Mark suggested that you took a quick nap to regain some energy before you both went out to dinner later that night.

For the last week and a half, he’s been planning to take you out on a date and claimed that there was something he had to tell you. Being the impatient person that you were on top of overthinking quite often, you begged him to confess what was weighing heavy on his mind, but he would always try to change the subject and told you not to worry about it.

As much as you were dying to know what he was hiding from you, you knew Mark like the back of your hand—if it was something bad, he would have told you already so you just had to accept that he was going to tell you on his own time; even if it meant having to wait another week until the both of you could go out on a date again.

He was quick to give you one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants to change in to—this was a regular occurrence. For the last six months of your relationship, the two of you spent quite a lot of time at each other’s places. A lot of your stuff was scattered throughout his apartment; he purchased both your shampoo and conditioner, body wash, a toothbrush and some other beauty products that were currently sitting on the bathroom counter—your side to be exact.

There were a few of your clothes in his closet, but you never got around to using them. Whenever you would sleep over, he’d lend you some of his clothes because he claimed almost every item he owned looked amazing on you. You had a few of your work sandals and flats on his shoe rack, some of your vitamins and medication on his kitchen counter and he even purchased Disney+ because you were such a fan of Disney movies.

Your place mirrored his; he had set up an Xbox in your living room to play with when he did come over, he had some of his clothes in your closet and in your drawers; some that he left there and some you would secretly take over time. He left a few of his rings and a necklace his parents gave to him on your dresser and he’d even bring his briefcase over if he had plans on staying the night.

Sometimes, your mutual friends would hint towards the two of you moving in together since technically, you already did. However, Mark never really said anything about it and you just assumed that he believed it was still too early in your relationship to move in together.

You thought about it every now and then; you wouldn’t mind going to bed wrapped tightly in his warm, protective embrace and getting to wake up next to him in all his handsome glory every single day. Any moment spent with your boyfriend made you always feel so happy; Mark had to be one of the best things in your life at the moment.

Your heart craved his presence all the time—even when the two of you had a small argument or disagreement which never happened all too often. Whenever the two of you couldn’t hang out and spend time together—if your schedules collided or if either of you went home to visit your families, your chest would always feel so empty.

Mark Tuan is where you held your heart; the both of you might not have been together for all that long just yet, but you felt and believed wholeheartedly that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You could only hope he felt the same way about you because you honestly didn’t know what you would do if you were to lose him. Mark in more or less words was your soulmate—your best friend.

From the time you were a little girl, you were such a hopeless romantic. You were in love with the idea of love and being in love and it wasn’t until Mark came in to your life did you realize how beautiful the concept of love really was. He’s opened your eyes to so many different things; he’s brought in so much life and color in to your dull and seemingly black and white world. You placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth—trying to take his mind off of the unfortunate weather situation and thankfully, it worked.

He smiled against your lips, humming gently and deepening the kiss as he brought his fingers in to your shirt and grazed them just above your belly button.

“That’s fine baby, we can just stay in tonight. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really feel like getting ready or dressing up. I just want to be lazy. We can order some take out and watch another movie if that’s okay with you.”

He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was considering your suggestion to follow what the weather reporter said and stay inside for the night. He nodded in agreement before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“That sounds like a plan. I don’t care where we are or what we end up doing, I just want to be with you.” You playfully flicked his forehead and giggled at his look of confusion.

“You’re such a cheeseball Mark. Don’t say things like that, you don’t understand what your words do to my heart. What do you feel like eating tonight?”

You repositioned your body and sat right on top of his lap so that he could look at your phone while you scrolled through the many take out options that California had to offer. He placed his chin on your shoulder; watching as you searched up restaurants and fast food joints near his apartment. Feeling his breath against your neck sent a tingling sensation to your chest; it wasn’t like you weren’t used to the proximity.

You and Mark clung to one another like sloths. If you were cooking, washing the dishes or doing laundry, he’d always take his place behind you and allowed you to do your thing, but he had to be holding you at all times. He confessed that he just loved the feeling of having you near; your presence always calmed him down and made him feel at ease.

However, he seemed to be quite touchy tonight in particular, not that you were complaining. His hands were lingering in foreign places; the two of you had yet to become one in that sense. Since Mark was your first genuine boyfriend, you had yet to give yourself to anyone.

It wasn’t as though you were waiting for marriage or anything, but you were the type of person who believed that sex was a spiritual, sensual and memorable experience as much as it was sexual. You wanted to save your virginity for someone you knew would love you and cherish you for your entire being; not just your body.

Sex to some people was a way to receive pleasure and to soothe their carnal urges—but you believed that it was so much more than reaching an orgasm. You wanted to trust the person you decided to give your body to and you were more than grateful that Mark was so patient, considerate and understanding of your feelings.

Not once did he ever ask you to go that far with him; he made it known that he wanted to take your relationship at the pace that you were most comfortable with. Although you were sure it had to be hard for him to stay abstinent, especially because it was scientifically proven that men had their needs and desired sex more than women did; he continued to be such a gentleman and allowed you to determine when you were ready to give yourself to him.

It didn’t take you long to realize that you were in love with your boyfriend; actually, you noticed that your feelings for Mark went further than just infatuation around the beginning of the second month. The two of you had yet to say that four letter word though; it almost slipped from your lips a couple of times, but you were afraid of rejection if you were to tell him only to find out that he didn’t reciprocate your fame feelings.

As the days went by, you were soon losing your resolve. Seeing him shirtless almost every day, kissing him passionately and making out with him fervently, having him drag his fingers along your bare skin—each and every touch drove you closer to your end. You knew you’d have to have him one of these days; and with the way you’d feel him harden up against your butt or your thigh as the two of you would cuddle or the way his jaw would drop and clench when he’d see you in a body hugging dress or even in one of his baggy shirts, you knew he was just as on the brink of insanity as you were.

“Hmm, pizza sounds good—“

“We always get pizza—“

“Well, that’s because I love pizza. Almost as much as I love y—yogurt. Uh—fine, we can get whatever it is that you want. How about you decide what we eat and I’ll pick out a movie for us?”

You could feel your heart rate increase immensely as you heard the l word fall from his lips—but your stomach sank when he caught himself. Was he going to finally confess what you’ve been dreaming of him to say since the day you realized you felt that way toward him? Did he really love yogurt? Or did he catch himself about to say the only thing that the two of you have been prolonging on getting around to and try to redirect the entire conversation so that maybe you could forget about it?

Luckily you weren’t facing him or else he’d be able to see the frown that quickly rose on your face. You continued to look at different menus for a few more minutes as he pulled up Netflix and began to scan through the many different shows and movies there were.

“Oooh, what about Thai food? It’s been a while since we’ve had pad Thai. We can share multiple entrees if you want?” You felt him hum against your shoulder blade and you took that as a yes before calling in your order.

“Should we wait for the food before putting on a movie? Or shall we watch a tv show for now and just wait for it to arrive?”

“I’m fine with waiting, there’s a new episode of buzzfeed unsolved that I’ve been wanting to watch. Is that okay with you?” He placed a kiss on the back of your neck and began to graze both of his thumbs on your hip bones.

“I like the sound of that. I’m glad you waited for me—you always have a habit of being impatient and watching without me—ow, what was that for? You know it’s true y/n. You finished an entire season of The Office while I was in Taiwan.”

He rubbed the left side of his abdomen where you had hit him and playfully pinched your cheek. Your mind wandered back to that day three months ago; his entire family went to China in order to attend his cousin’s wedding and it was the first time the two of you went over a week without seeing each other physically. He called you whenever he had the chance and tried to send you as many photos of his trip as the terrible service in Taiwan allowed him to.

In order to take your mind off of his absence, you sneakily watched some episodes of your favorite show even after promising to wait for him to come back. You tried to watch other series, but nothing really entertained you like the cast of the office did. Mark was pretty upset when he found out—you forgot that Netflix showed you where you last left off and it was on an episode he had yet to see.

Hell, he had multiple episodes to finish of the previous season to even start on the one you currently were watching. He gave you the silent treatment for two days; although, he still continued to take care of you silently—but he willingly gave in on the third day after you cooked him some of his favorite meals to get him to forgive you. He also claimed that he couldn’t stay mad at you for much longer and he could tell you learned your lesson by how apologetic you were in order to get him to start talking to you again.

From that day on, he made you promise him that you wouldn’t watch anything without him and the entire memory made you snicker. Mark was twenty-seven years old, yet he still acted like a child. Even his laugh was that of a little kid; you didn’t think it was possible for a man his age to have such an adorable, contagious and high pitched laugh that never failed to send warmth to your cheeks every time you were the cause of it.

His laughter and child-like mindset were only two of the many things you appreciated about your boyfriend. He was like a breath of fresh air—he never took life too seriously as most of the people around you did. He kept you sane in a world where everyone was seemingly crazy because of how hectic the real world could get. Both his and your laughter filled the room as Steve Carrell’s character was freaking out about something and soon, there was a knock at the door which you assumed was the delivery guy.

“I’ll be right back babe.”

He gently lifted you off of his lap in order for him to get up and stole a chaste kiss from your lips while making his way to the front door. You decided to grab some napkins and chopsticks from the kitchen and waited for him to head back to his room.

“Shit, how much did we order, this bag is heavy as hell.”

You couldn’t help but stifle back a laugh and led the way back to his room. He placed the food down on the bed and you began to distribute food on both your plates—all the while thanking him for buying the food. To say Mark was generous was an understatement.

He loved buying things for you no matter how many times you’d tell him to save his money for things he’d actually need. Sometimes, the two of you would fight over who was going to pay; most of the time, he would give his card—whether it was at a restaurant, while you’d go grocery shopping together; if you went to watch a movie or went to the arcade, if you went shopping for new clothes or just random trinkets he’d see that he thought you’d like, he’d purchase it in a heartbeat.

Mark just really enjoyed seeing a smile on your face and he would do whatever he could just to make you happy. You tried to tell him time and time again that you weren’t a materialistic person, truthfully—he could write you a heartfelt letter or give you a ring pop and you would probably cry. But he’d never listen and you just got used to his generosity over time; it just showed you how much you meant to him and knowing that alone did wonders to your heart.

Even if you had given him his own share of what you ordered, he’d playfully steal some food off of your plate just to rile you up. Mark was well aware of how protective you could be when it came to your food. There were times when you felt like sharing with him, but that was only if you both got different meals and he wanted to try yours or if you so happened to be eating and felt bad that he didn’t have any food.

He did feed you to make up for his many bits of teasing and you could feel your heart flutter every time he brought the chopstick full of noodles up to your mouth. When you were both done and full beyond belief, he took the empty bag and went to go throw it away while you prepared the area for you to both get comfortable in.

Once he was finished putting away the left overs and taking out the trash, he made a beeline to where you were and flung himself on top of you; earning himself a loud groan and a punch to the shoulder. He was quick to pull you back in to the previous position; allowing you to sit in between his legs while he intertwined one of your hands with his and placed his free one on top of your lap.

“I was thinking we could watch that Ted Bundy movie since you were interested about his case back when they did an unsolved mystery about it.”

Mark was always great at observing people; since he was more on the introverted and soft spoken side, he was more of a listener than he was a talker. For the last month, you’ve taken an interest in murder mysteries and solving crimes.

You had the adorable tendency to repeatedly tell Mark your theories or who you suspected the killer was while you watched these shows and your excitement never failed to bring your boyfriend so much satisfaction himself. For some reason, you were beginning to feel warmth in your chest—it wasn’t the kind that you’d always seem to get whenever Mark would compliment you or did something to make your heart flutter. This was a feeling you couldn’t fathom in to words—it was one you weren’t familiar with, but it did feel good.

Really good.

Maybe it was just because hearing him point out such a small detail that he remembered set it in stone that he really did care about you. God, what did you do to deserve such a wonderful human being to call your boyfriend? What war did you lead in your past life to be the lucky girl who was able to love Mark Tuan? For the first hour of the movie, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off of the screen—it was just so addicting.

Not only was the acting really good from both the main characters, but the storyline and the suspense was too interesting to pull your attention away from. Mark had to cover your mouth with his hand because you were unable to stop talking about how stupid the justice system were to believe Ted’s lies in the first place and that if you were a detective at the time, you would have seen through his act from the beginning.

“He’s not even that good looking, why would these girls fall for him?”

He snickered against your neck at your enthusiasm; you would always be very verbal when it came to movies like this. Movies where you would put yourself in the shoes of one of the characters and explain in to detail to your boyfriend how you would have went about the entire situation.

Unfortunately, you failed to notice the warning at the beginning; you were too excited with the idea of how the director and all the screenwriters came up with the movie in it’s entirety to read that there was explicit sexual content in the film. When Zac Efron and one of his love interests began to have sex up against a vending machine, you were unprepared to say the least for what was coming.

The female’s moans were extremely loud and Zac’s thrusts were rough; the two of them were practically shaking the vending machine and you were feeling flustered at the sight and the noise. Especially because you were watching such a graphic scene with your boyfriend who you had yet to have sexual intercourse with. If you and Mark were to have had sex already, then maybe you wouldn’t have felt so awkward watching other people having sex. But because you had yet to participate in that activity, it just felt so weird.

Mark began to tense up against your body and before you knew it, there was something hard pressing up against your ass. You weren’t stupid, you could tell that this scene was having an effect on your boyfriend as much as it was on you. There was a tingling sensation between your thighs; you’ve felt it a couple of times before, but now that you were watching a sex scene and found yourself growing hot at every thrust and curse of how good it felt, you had a huge feeling you were turned on—but it wasn’t because of the two people fucking, it’s because of the beautiful boy whose embrace you were currently in.

To your dismay, the scene seemed as if it was going on for hours—it’s as though you were now watching a porno and you honestly didn’t know how to feel about it. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell by his now clammy hands and the way he was slowly retracting himself away from you, that Mark was having a hard time watching—especially because he probably wanted to be doing the same thing they were and you couldn’t blame him, you wanted it too.

“Babe, I um—I’ll be right back. I have to uh—use the bathroom—y/n, what are you—holy shit—“

Whether it was because you were exceedingly horny at this point and wanted to give in to finally experience what so many people referred to as their favorite past times, or because seeing the woman on screen beg Zac to fuck her harder made you want to feel exactly what it was that drove her to the point of cursing and begging for him to go faster. You also wanted to use this as your way to nonverbally confess your love to him.

You were a coward; there was no way you’d be able to tell him that four letter word without knowing that he felt the same exact way, so you were going to wait for as long as you had to. Surprising both yourself and your boyfriend, you brought your hands down to his clothed erection and began to palm him through his sweats.

He was hard as a rock; just feeling him made your breath hitch. You had no idea what you were doing, this was another reason why you’ve tried so long to prolong having sex with him; you knew he had previous girlfriends and although he never talked much about that part of his past life, you were sure he must have had a few one night stands and you were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to give him the pleasure he desired—the pleasure he deserved.

However, watching his head tilt back as you shoved your hand in to his pants in order to actually feel him without the restraints of his clothing, you had a huge feeling you were doing something right.

“B—babe, baby—fuck, just like that y/n. That feels so good. Ahhh—“

You pulled down his sweats to give yourself better access to his lower region and did him a favor by pulling him out of his briefs. The sight of his cock standing right at attention; the tip red and leaking precum made your mouth water. You’ve never watched porn before and the closest you got to seeing Mark naked was when he’d come outside in just a towel right after he would take a shower—so this was the first time you’ve ever seen a penis. Well, other than what your high school health teacher showed in class.

From what your friends would tell you, penises were ugly. But then again, genitalia in general was not the prettiest sight. Maybe you were being biased because he was your boyfriend, but his cock was very pretty. Was that even possible? You had no clue at all, but what you did know was that you wanted to feel him inside of your mouth and inside of your pussy.

“Mark.”

He was quick to look down at you and with the way he was gazing at you; with so much adoration, yet lust in his eyes, you knew that tonight was going to be the night you gave yourself to him. You couldn’t wait anymore; you needed him.

“Yeah?”

You took in a deep breath; suddenly nerves began to build up and you had a hard time understanding why, but you found yourself fondling his balls against the thin cotton material.

“I’m ready. I want you. I want all of you Mark. I need you—I trust you. I’m all yours if you’ll have me baby.”

He was at a loss for words; were you really telling him that you wanted to finally have sex with him? You giggled softly at his blank expression; he must have had been processing what you just told him, but when it finally registered in his mind, you were being pulled up to his level and he smashed your lips together.

The kiss was rough; he was allowing his hormones to act for him and you were extremely thankful for it. In the past, the two of you had many passionate make out sessions which usually ended with Mark giving you an excuse as to why he had to leave early or why he took so long in the bathroom. Now, it all made sense.

“Shit, are you sure baby? Fuck—I’m so excited, please excuse my swearing but fuck—I promise you, I’m going to take such good care of you okay? You don’t understand how long I’ve been dreaming about this day. Your body—God spent a lot of time creating you. I lose my damn mind every single day watching you walk out in these tight little outfits and in my clothes and it takes every single bone in my body not to just say fuck it and have my way with you. You’re so fucking beautiful y/n, every single thing about you is mesmerizing. You’re one of the seven wonders of the world—I would stare at you all day if time allowed me to. Everything about you—your personality, your strength, your courage, your passion and dedication to every single activity and job you put your heart and mind in to—you’re simply perfect baby and I can’t wait to show you exactly what you mean to me. I’m going to warn you right now, I’m not a mind reader unfortunately, so I can’t tell what you’re thinking. I’m going to need you to tell me what feels good, what hurts, what feels uncomfortable, what you like—just be vocal okay baby? I want your experience to be mind blowing. I want this night to be one you will remember for a very long time.”

You bit your lip at his words—you knew you were making the right decision in allowing Mark to be the person to take your innocence away. He already was the rightful owner of your heart, so you saw no harm in giving him the entirety of your being.

There was nobody else in the entire world that you saw yourself with—Mark was it for you. You came to the decision months ago that you wanted Mark to be the first person you experienced going all the way with and you could only hope and pray he’d be the last and only person.

He pulled you on to his lap and reconnected his lips with yours—grinding your clothed core against his naked sex. His fingers were squeezing all but gently on your lower waist as he guided your grinding—a breathy moan left his lips practically every ten seconds. If you thought hearing your boyfriend laugh was your favorite sound in the entire world, his moans and growls against your jaw had to be pretty high on that list also.

“Mark—babe—I want to suck you off.” He quickly pulled his lips away from yours and his eyes widened in shock at your sudden confession.

“W—what—you want to—you want to suck me off—who are you and what did you do to my sweet, innocent girl y/n? Where did you get such a potty mouth babe?”

“I don’t know, seeing your cock did things to me. You’re huge—is that even going to fit in either of my holes?”

Mark tried to cover up his mouth to prevent himself from laughing more than he should, but you were just so adorably naïve that he couldn’t help himself. You didn’t know what the average size; length and width of a penis was, but Mark had to be around 6.5 to 7 inches in length and his girth was thick. You looked at him and pouted slightly; you were only ruining the night the longer you continued to indirectly hint towards your lack of experience. What if he was laughing because he already knew you’d have no idea what you’d be doing if you did end up blowing him off.

Apparently receiving head was something a lot of guys enjoyed most about sexual intercourse—so you wanted to do that for Mark as your way of thanking him for being such a perfect boyfriend. For never failing to supply you with everything that you need, for making you laugh on the days that you didn’t think you were able to do anything but cry, for picking you up and dropping you off to work when he had the time, for comforting you when you had a rough day by preparing you a bath and making you a cup of tea—you just wanted him to know that you were aware and extremely appreciative of his many sacrifices, how he was so quick to tend to your needs and how he’d drop everything to be by your side.

He didn’t have to say it; you knew deep in your heart that Mark loved you just by his doting actions. But you were hoping that maybe one day, he’d finally say those three words you’ve been dying to hear from the first time he kissed you.

“Yes, it will fit. How the hell are you so cute when asking to give me head? You can’t be real—fuck, hearing you ask to suck my dick is something I’ll never get used to but shit—I think I could come just by hearing you talk dirty. You’re so fucking sexy—please—blow me baby.”

You stole one more sweet kiss from his soft lips and got down on your knees; you were level with his cock and you wrapped your hand around his length, earning yourself a breathy sigh.

“I um—I don’t know what I’m doing, so do you think you could guide me?” He gave you an adoring smile while gathering all your hair and putting it in to a makeshift ponytail.

“You’re going to want to lubricate me just a little bit so it’ll be easier for you to take me in your mouth—so you can either spit on me or lick the sides of my dick and—holy—s—shit—just like that—oh—“

You didn’t hesitate to follow his directions; gripping his cock at the base, you licked long stripes up and down; making sure to press your tongue down harder on his veins. You then brought one of his balls inside of your mouth; sucking and nibbling on it for a few seconds before switching over to the other side.

After showing some love to both of his balls for around a little over a minute, you circled your tongue around the tip of his dick and flicked at his slit just to see what would get a rise out of him for future reference. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but you gave him no chance to emit any kind of speech before you finally wrapped your mouth around him. You wished you could have recorded his reaction in that moment; his moan went straight to your core.

His eyelashes fluttered as he shut his eyes and threw his head back—you didn’t know what to think about his reaction so far, but when he brought his hands down to your hair and tugged on it all but gently, you had a feeling you must have been doing something right. You continued your movements but increased your speed—bobbing your mouth up and down on his shaft as quickly as you could. Since he was well endowed, you tried your best to swallow as much of him that your throat would allow; the tip of his cock met your vulva with every thrust.

Tears began to build up at your eyes and you weren’t going to lie, it was painful. You were starting to choke and gag as he sank deeper inside of your throat. However, hearing his moans echo throughout the room as multiple curses fell from his mouth only led you to desire going faster—taking him completely down your throat and pumping whatever you couldn’t fit in to your mouth with your hand.

“Shit—baby, that feels so fucking good I can’t even—your mouth is so—feels amazing—“

You hummed softly at his compliment against his girth—pulling away in order to smile up at him but ultimately shoving him back inside of you. It was unexpected; you didn’t think you could benefit from giving head, but you were having just as much fun blowing your boyfriend as he was adamantly was being on the receiving end.

Something about seeing him writhing at your ministrations and hearing him praise you sent warmth straight to your folds. You also really enjoyed having his cocked stuffed in to your mouth; something about it made you feel confident; sexy even and you weren’t one to get all that cocky, but you were getting off on your boyfriend’s many praises of what a good girl you were. All you wanted was to please your boyfriend, you didn’t care whether or not you were doing it right—but hearing him whine and beg you to suck him harder brought you just as much pleasure.

“Y/n—can I—do you think I could fuck your face? Would that be okay or is that too much? You can be honest with me baby, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this—I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to—“

“Do whatever it is that you want with me, I can take it Mark. I want to take care of you too. Tonight is as much about you as it is about me. I want to learn how to please you; I want to show you just how much you mean to me, so do your worst babe. Fuck, I love sucking your dick Mark. It feels so fucking good.”

He whimpered at your explicit words; yet he was quick to shove his cock back inside of your mouth—making sure you were prepared for him before he began roughly pumping in and out of your wet cavern. He tugged on your ponytail ever so gently and pushed you further down his length to the point where your teeth were grazing his balls. You honestly didn’t even think you were capable to practically swallow him whole, but you could feel his tip deep in the back of your throat.

That must have been a good thing; your friends always made comments about how they couldn’t fit even half of their partner’s cock in their mouths and apparently, guys enjoyed it when girls could deepthroat. The naughty and sinful noises falling repeatedly from Mark’s lips made it obvious that he was having the time of his life.

“Such a good, good girl. You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth. God, if only you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking sexy and you’re taking me so well. Your mouth was made to suck my cock y/n.”

You brought both your hands up to his ass and playfully squeezed his cheeks, earning you the most adorable gasp from your boyfriend. After this experience, you were well aware that you’d need to blow him at least every other day in order to get your own fill. If he already felt wonderful against your tongue, your mouth started to water at the thought of how he’d feel in between your pussy.

“Baby—I’m close—I’m going to—I—mmm—“

Before you could even process his stuttering, his creamy, warm liquid filled up the entirety of your mouth. You sucked him dry of all his cum—making sure to lap up any left over substance from off of your lips. Absentmindedly, you brought your thumb up to his head and grazed your nail around his tip, flicking at his slit playfully. He lightly tugged on your hair and the noise he released from the back of his throat—a mixture of a moan and a whine caused the coil deep inside of your core to tighten.

After a few more long licks against his girth, you made your way back up to him and stole a sweet kiss from his lips. His movements were quick; he pulled you with him back on to the bed and flipped over your bodies so that he was on top of you.

“What in the hell was that y/n? There is no way that could have been your first time—you were—holy shit I can’t even explain how incredible that felt and how amazing you are I’m honestly speechless. Damn baby, you’re a professional; that was the best head I’ve ever been given. Your tongue—God, you were made to suck my cock baby. Thank you—I’ll do whatever it is you ask of me—anything baby. Shit. Give me a moment will you?”

He began to take in deep breaths, his chest heaved right above yours. You couldn’t hold back; you released a snarky giggle at the way he was acting like he just finished a marathon. He had to be overreacting; there was no way you blew him as well as he claimed that you did.

All you did was sink your mouth on his cock and bobbed your head along his hardened length—going by your instincts and what you believed would drive him crazy. You did suck and nibble on his tip in particular; he seemed to react the most when you focused on that particular area of his penis. It was obvious he was sensitive there, and you were going to use that knowledge as your advantage and for future reference.

Once your boyfriend caught his breath, he turned around to face you and brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping and playfully pinching it before stealing multiple sweet kisses from your lips.

“You can’t be real—there’s no way. You—God, you’re wonderful. Absolutely extraordinary. I can’t even think right now. I know we’ve waited to be intimate for when you were ready, but damn—I’ve been missing out. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything for me, but I really would not mind receiving a blow job at least twice a day.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes and softly flicked his forehead at his comment; but you already came to the decision that you would need to have him in your mouth as much as he was hinting towards needing to have you.

“If I’m already losing my mind at having your pretty little mouth around me, what more when I’m buried in your pretty little cunt? I’m so fucking excited to be inside of you baby—but first, I really want to return the favor. I want you to feel the euphoria you just sent me through.”

There were a few moments every now and then when you would imagine what it would feel like to have someone go down on you. Whenever you would go out to meet up with your group of friends, you would talk about everything going on in your lives; work, school, family drama—and you didn’t know how the topic of sex would come about, but they all seemed to live very sexually active lives. Since you were twenty-three years old, you felt embarrassed at the fact that you were still a virgin.

Even more so because you were in a relationship—although sex was an exceptionally big deal when it came to dating, it wasn’t everything. You knew it was normal for some couples to not have sex at all—some people didn’t necessarily care for it and others didn’t revolve their relationships around it. But both you and Mark were still so young; sex was on the minds of almost everyone at your age.

Therefore, you kept to yourself and never joined in as your friends would go in to great detail about how amazing it felt to be eaten out and that some of them were so addicted to having sex to the point where they would have to call in sick from their jobs because they weren’t physically able to walk. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t envious of the fact that every single one of your friends has had some kind of sexual experience.

Apparently, it felt better to have sex with the person you were in a relationship with—or the person you were in love with. Sex was more meaningful and there was more connection—more intimacy involved. One of your friends stated that it was because men had a tendency of giving their all when feelings of love and adoration were involved. Now that you began to think about your conversations with them, you felt as though their words played a small part in leading you to finally wanting to go all the way with Mark.

“Hey, you alright? I didn’t hurt you too much did I?”

You didn’t realize you were spacing out until you felt him run his fingers through your tousled hair. Seeing the worry that was now on his face tugged at your heartstrings; it was painfully obvious that he was enjoying himself. Maybe a little too much, but you liked it. However, you were well aware that Mark wasn’t going to allow this continue unless you were having just as much fun as he was—no matter how thrilled he was to finally get to love on your body.

His reaction made you smile softly to yourself; although he would remind you on a daily basis how you were the best thing that has ever happened to him and that just the mere thought of you is what would keep him going throughout the day, it was nice hearing him worry about how you were doing. Honestly, what did you do to deserve him?

“I’m fine baby. I was just thinking. But—um—I—I didn’t think we would be doing this so I—uh—I’m not really—tidy down there and I don’t want you to see—“ He giggled against the juncture of your neck and dragged his teeth along your collarbone; humming while leaving wet pecks in his wake.

“Baby. Look at me.”

You lifted your head and made direct eye contact with the older boy. In the beginning of your relationship, you were very shy to even hold his hand. Every time he’d look at you or catch you looking at him, heat would rise upon your cheeks as you would blush in embarrassment. But overtime, you were able to look at him without having to turn away from growing shy and timid. You believed it was because you were a lot more comfortable with your boyfriend now and he was very verbal about how much he took great delight in being able to look at you; so you’ve grown immune to his many stolen glances. Although; you still had your few moments of shyness—but Mark was a fan of knowing the effect his gaze had on you.

“I don’t care about things like that, okay? Really—most men don’t and the ones who do are complete assholes. Whether you’re as bare as the desert or have a full on jungle going on, it really doesn’t matter to me. I’m going to eat you out nonetheless. We don’t have to do that if you’re not comfortable just yet, but I’m going to tell you now, I’ve been dreaming about the moment I finally get to have my face smashed up against your pussy since the first day I realized I had feelings for you. It will feel amazing—I promise you. But just like you baby, I want to learn your body. I want to learn each and every curve—I want to map you entirely with my tongue. I want to memorize each and every single birth and beauty mark, every scar, every dimple. I want to know it all and I have the rest of my life to learn. I need you to tell me what you like—what you couldn’t care less for, what you want me to focus on, whether you want me to slow down or pick up my pace. I want you to be verbal about what feels good. I need you to teach me how to love your beautiful body y/n and I won’t stop until you got to feel even half of the amount of pleasure you’ve given me. Okay? I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

Each word that fell from his lips; his entire confession of what he had planned to do to you filled your chest with wonder and excitement. You were never afraid of finally giving up your innocence. Sure, you were worried that when he were to finally make his way inside of you—the pain would be unbearable and extremely uncomfortable.

There were quite a few first time horror stories that you’ve heard in the last year from your closest friends, some of your cousins and even a couple of your classmates. But you genuinely didn’t even think about how it would hurt; you trusted Mark more than anyone else in the entire world. You believed wholeheartedly that he wouldn’t hurt you and as much as you didn’t want to think about any of his past lovers, you were sure he had enough experience in bed to know how to take care of a girl.

Hearing that he planned on spending the rest of his life with you just set his feelings in stone for you. The two of you talked about your future together on multiple occasions; where you’d want to live in, the kind of house you’d want to purchase, getting a dog together—things like that, but you didn’t think he was all too serious about you being the person he ended up marrying. It was still so early on in your relationship to plan so far ahead, but when it’s real love, you just know and you’ve known for a long time now that he was the man you want nothing more than to see at the end of the aisle one day.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Are you sure baby?”

“Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about anything else in my entire life. I’ve found myself staring at you whenever you’d bite on or lick your lips. I—I’ve pictured how they would feel like nibbling and licking on my clit. I—hate to say this but I think I actually came once—I don’t know if I did, I don’t know how these things work, but my underwear was soaked and my vagina hurt the entire day so—please, eat me Mark Tuan. Show me what that tongue does. Fuck me with your mouth.”

His jaw was now clenched and the veins on his neck grew more prominent. The low, stifled sound of what you assumed as a growl came from the back of his throat. He gave you no time to even think of what to say or how to react, he pushed you roughly on to his bed and smashed his lips against yours. His kisses were hard—fleeting, rushed—he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth and kissed you with all the breath he had in his body.

His hands moved all along your sides; he’s touched you quite often, but not in the way that he was right now. Your body felt as those it was burning in flames—there was electricity running through your blood and you had to squeeze your thighs together because of how dominant and animalistic he was acting.

“Fuck, I didn’t realize how sexy hearing you command me to eat you out would sound. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t wait to devour you. But before I do anything, let’s get this off of you. Don’t get me wrong, you look so gorgeous in every outfit that you wear—but whenever you wear my clothes, I get hard every single time. It actually took every bone in my body not to beg you to let me have my way with you. Sometimes, I’ll even buy clothes for myself that I think would look good on you. I really don’t want to rush our relationship and all I care about is your happiness and your well being—but hearing that you trust me and that you want me to be the only man—a lucky man at that—to have you—I’ll never take that for granted.”

He practically yanked his shirt off of you and flew it somewhere across the room. It didn’t matter to either of you—you were both eager to finally indulge in one another and with the way he was quickly discarding both of your clothes from your bodies; impatient to have his way with you—you knew he didn’t care about the state of his bedroom floor. Not when he was seconds away from ravishing in your dripping cunt.

“I really wanted to take my time with you—I wanted our first time together to be soft and slow, but I can’t. The need to fuck the living shit out of you is strong. Oh God—your tits. Ah, I’m fucked. Seriously. As your boyfriend, I always find my gaze wandering over to these pretty titties of yours. But fuck—seeing them bare; your nipples are so perky and I’m sure if I were to flick one of them—they’d be hard. I can’t even tell you how much I’ve been wanting to suck on these huge breasts of yours. Whenever you’d wear a low cut top or even tops that are tight and hug your breasts perfectly—I wondered how wonderful it would feel getting to suck on and massage them.”

You bit your lip at the thought of him palming himself and getting hard while thinking about your boobs. The truth was all coming out and you wished you came to the decision to become one with him sooner—much sooner. His words were doing wonders on the burning sensation in between your thighs.

“Can I tell you something?” He nodded vehemently and you found yourself snickering at how eager he was to respond anything you said or asked of him.

“I’ve played with my breasts a couple of times and I’d pretend it was you in my place. You have such long, skinny fingers and you have such nice hands for a man—I’ve grown curious about what you would do to me once we became intimate and I actually really enjoy how it feels. Breast play—I like it a lot, but I’m sure you can do so much better.”

“You’ve touched yourself?”

“No. Not down there. Only my boobs. I’m too much of a coward to masturbate.”

Out of no where, he lifted up one of his hands and motioned for you to take it. You looked at him in confusion, but he motioned towards your mounds and you had an idea of what he was hinting towards wanting you to do.

“Take my hand and show me how you touch your breasts when you think of me—when you’re horny and playing with yourself. You know, I would have gladly done it for you. All you had to do was ask baby—now I’m hard thinking about you kneading these large mounds. Shit, we need to speed up this process, I need to hurry up and rail you or else I think I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Teach me baby—show me how you do it so I get an idea of what makes your pussy throb. Show me—and then I’ll take matters in to my own hands.”

You did as you were told—not wanting to wait much longer to feel his hands wander throughout your body. His touch was featherlight; you could tell that he was all talk. His words might have been naughty but you knew he was still going to be a gentleman when it came down to it. Mark was always so soft and gentle whenever it came to you.

Sometimes, he’d take care of you as if you were a child; he would feed you if the two of you went out on a date, he would push you on the inside of the sidewalk, run you a bath after you had a long day and he’d also tuck you in to bed before preparing what he needed for the next day.

As horny as he probably was right now, you could tell he was going to try his best not to go past his boundaries and risk making you feel uncomfortable. You dragged his hand between the valley of your breasts; letting his nails graze just below your bosom and you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin at how cold his fingertips were. To his surprise, you cupped one of your breasts with his hand and whispered for him to take your nipple in between his fingers.

“Pinch it—mmm—like that.”

“Like this?”

He squeezed your left breast—molding and kneading while twisting at your right nipple. Just the feeling of him pinching and rolling it in between his fingers was enough to elicit a breathy moan from your lips. You leaned your head back against his pillows as he was hovering over your lap. He leaned down so that you could feel his cock against your clothed entrance.

Mark had left you only in your underwear while he was completely bare of any clothing—if you weren’t so focused on watching him show so much love to your chest, you would have ripped your panty off just to have his naked sex pressed up against yours. He continued his ministrations—spending most of his time just fondling your tits and flicking your nipples.

After a couple of minutes tugging on his soft brown locks and trying to conceal your noises of pleasure, he looked at you with a devilish grin and a sneaky glint in his eye. Right as you were about to ask him why he looked as if he had a trick up his sleeve, he lowered his face down to your chest and wrapped his lips around your breast.

“Oh God—mmm—Mark—holy—“

You couldn’t describe how amazing it felt having him suck on one of your mounds. The sensation was exceedingly mind blowing. He brought your nipple in between his teeth; lightly biting your hardened nub. He lifted his hand up to your other breast and began to squeeze it softly. When you felt him humming as he started to switch back and forth between your boobs; making sure both of your breasts got the same amount of attention, the throbbing sensation in between your thighs heightened.

“Such pretty—pretty titties. I could suck on these things all day if you’d let me.”

You were about to retaliate—wanting to jokingly scold him because you weren’t quite used to him being this vulgar, but he was quick to return his mouth back to your chest.

“Mark.”

He looked so adorable as he released your boob with a loud pop sound. “Yes baby? You okay?”

You nodded in agreement before reaching for his hand and lowering it down to the waistband of your panties. Your boyfriend needed to know just how absolutely mad you were quickly becoming at his generous ministrations. He practically sucked your tits like it was his life duty to—as if it was his job. Without hesitation, you forcefully shoved his fingers inside; his breathing began to increase as he dragged his fingers along your wet folds.

“Holy fuck, you’re soaking wet princess. I’m not even kidding babe, you’re like the Pacific Ocean. All because I’m sucking on your titties? God y/n, where the hell did you come from? You’re otherworldly.”

To your dismay, he pulled his fingers away before genuinely doing anything, but he was quick to put his fingers in to his mouth and sucked on your essence. The sight alone sent chills down your spine—it was so fucking hot. He was so fucking hot and you needed him to speed up the process or else you would actually cry from sexual frustration.

“Just as I expected; you taste delicious. So sweet. Mind if I get a taste straight from the source?” Once he received your nod of approval, he kissed you a few times—smiling against your lips as he began to cup your sex through the flimsy cotton.

“Promise me you’ll be vocal about what feels good and what doesn’t. If you need me to stop—if it gets too much, I’ll try to pull away, but I can’t promise you anything. You taste too good.”

Before you knew it, he started to make his way down your body. He ran his hands along your sides while leaving kisses down your neck—your collarbones, kissing both breasts, gripping your hips while placing kisses down your stomach. Once his face was right above your naval, he left a chaste kiss on your belly button causing you to giggle at the tickling sensation—but the laughter didn’t last long.

He put both of his hands on either of your knees and pried your legs open; giving him better access to your entrance. Knowing that his face was just meters away from your core sent you in to a frenzy. This was something from your wildest dreams; you knew that the two of you would become intimate sooner or later, but seeing him in between your thighs made you lightheaded.

Mark wasted no time in nibbling on your soft skin—he bit on your underwear and pulled it down to your legs, completely ridding you of your final piece of clothing. You were grateful that you picked the right kind of panties to wear tonight; although you were sure Mark wouldn’t have cared at all if you decided to wear boy shorts or granny panties.

Since you were in a position where you weren’t able to see him, you soon grew insecure at the idea of being completely bare in front of him. All you wanted was to be enough for your boyfriend; he was nothing short of perfect and you desired to be exactly that for him. It’s what he deserved.

Seeing as how you lacked self-confidence, you brought your hands up to your eyes to prevent yourself from seeing his reaction of seeing you completely naked. Mark was a very kind person towards you; especially because he was your boyfriend, so you knew that there was a chance he would lie or not tell you the complete truth in order to save your feelings.

You were afraid that he might have been with girls who had nicer bodies than you—skinnier, smaller and more petite frames with tiny waists, big breasts and a round, plump ass. You’d rather him be honest with you, but even if he just so happened to find flaws on your body, you were well aware that he wouldn’t admit it. That’s just who he was; Mark hated hurting people’s feelings, even if they deserved to know the truth. Just because you were his girlfriend wouldn’t change the fact that he was always looking out to protect people and prevent them from feeling bad about themselves.

“Nope—we’re not having any of that.” He reached up to pull your hands away from your face and gave you a scowl. “You—are so breathtakingly beautiful. I can’t even fathom your beauty in to words. I could write a novel about your gorgeous features—how did I get so damn lucky? Your body; fuck—your body is a damn wonderland y/n and I can’t wait to explore it. You have such a pretty cunt and I’m so excited to fuck it. Listen to me baby—you are the most beautiful girl on this hell forsaken earth you hear me? By the end of the night, I will make sure you know how much of a goddess you are.”

He blew warm air against your cunt—immediately sending shivers down your spine. Finally, after what felt like hours waiting for him touch you—to actually touch you, he licked a long strip along your folds and you let out a loud whimper.

“Fuck!”

“You like that?”

You nodded so quickly—not caring how straight forward your response was. He began to lick and suck along your folds—his hands made their way up to your ass cheeks and squeezed both as he went to work; nibbling and sucking on your pussy. His teeth grazed against your overly sensitive nub and you found yourself pulling on the bedsheets—needing to grip at anything other than his hair because you knew if you were to tug on his locks while he was sucking you dry—he’d probably be bald by the end of the night.

“Fuck—Mark! Ah—there, right there—oh—“

With every hum and moan against your core, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your end. You believed that you were close to orgasming; there was an unfamiliar burning sensation in your stomach and you knew that Mark was going to do whatever he could to lessen the tension. Your moans only grew louder the longer his mouth stayed on your cunt; his wet muscle continued to lap up your juices. To your delight, he brought his index and middle finger up to your entrance and didn’t give you any time to prepare before he shoved both digits inside of you.

“Oh my God—Mark! That feels—so, so good!”

You couldn’t even describe the euphoria you were feeling as his tongue licked and slurped against your clit while he began pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your heart felt as if it was about to leap out of your chest; he was taking your breath away and you were sure with how many times you were chanting his name that you were going to lose your voice before the night ends. When you felt him curl both fingers inside of you, you yelped in shock.

He was reaching deeper—you weren’t sure just how far into your cunt that his fingers could go, but he began to graze along an area that was soon causing your knees to buckle and your thighs to shake.

“Mark—Mark—oh—baby—“

“That’s your g-spot if you didn’t already know. I plan on keeping that in mind. Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Mmm—yeah—please, go faster.”

He giggled against your folds and placed a sloppy kiss against your labia all the while adding in another finger inside. You could feel tears brimming at your eyelids, but it was only because he was bringing you so much pleasure. You absentmindedly lowered your hand down to his face and cupped his cheek; he might have said his main purpose was to please you, but you were hoping that he was receiving the same amount of ecstasy that he was giving to you. His movements picked up—switching between his lips, tongue and fingers. He even playfully slapped your pussy in the hopes of getting a rise out of you and instead of growing irritated, you were sure he brought you closer to your end.

“Close baby?”

“Yes—God yes. Your tongue—your fingers—I can’t hold it in anymore—“

“You don’t have to. Let go for me.”

The last sentence came out as a command; his voice was low and raspy which caused you to do exactly as you were told. Your head felt as if it was about to blow up. Everything was spinning; you began to see white and the tightness in your stomach was no longer there. It felt like a wave crashed upon you and filled up your lungs; taking your breath away completely. Mark didn’t stop his licking—he continued to suck up your juices entirely.

He drank from your cunt like you were a well and he was dying of thirst. Once your boyfriend decided that he rid you completely of your release, he pulled his fingers out of the depths of your silky walls and made his way back up to you. The sight of your fucked out state made him chuckle—your chest was rapidly rising, some of your hair was stuck to your forehead and your eyes were rolled to the back of your head.

In that moment—seeing you look as if the wind was completely swept out of you, he knew this was when you looked the most ethereal. The kiss against your forehead was delicate; featherlight. Nothing compared to the rough and impatient ones he left on your core just a few moments ago. When he brought his fingers up to your lips, you saw the white liquid running along both his index and his ring fingers and internally groaned.

“I want you to taste yourself. Say ah.”

You stuck out your tongue and allowed him to insert his digits inside of your mouth; you made sure to make direct eye contact as you sucked on his fingers just like you previously did with his length. You swirled your tongue around both of them, making sure to press your wet muscle before allowing him to pull them out. His brows were furrowed while he dragged his teeth along his bottom lip. He was obviously extremely turned on by your ministrations and soon, his lips were back on yours.

His hands immediately cupped both your cheeks as he put in as much energy in to the kiss that he could muster. With the way he was kissing you—like he would die if he were to take his lips away from yours, you were growing impatient with wanting to finally have him fill you up.

Having his naked body pressed up against yours, feeling his cock graze against your entrance, having your breasts pressed up firmly against his chest—everything was getting too much for you. There were so many emotions running through you; you were never going to get enough of having Mark like this.

“How was it y/n? I mean—I’m assuming you were having a great time. You absentmindedly began to wrap your legs around my head and I did grow a little lightheaded but—“

“Oh my God Mark, why didn’t you say anything?! I’m so sorry—“

He let out a soft snicker against your neck and placed a kiss there while making his way back up to you. “Don’t apologize, it was fucking sexy as hell. You’re like my own personal ear muffs. Being suffocated by these thick thighs of yours would be an ideal way to go if you ask me.”

You both erupted in laughter at his silly comment and you enjoyed the playful banter going on between the two of you. Was it normal to joke around during a time of lust and erotica? It didn’t matter—everything that happened tonight would be forever imprinted in to your heart. The events that happened so far were just as touching and heartwarming as they were sexual.

“You’re such a dumbass you know that? But yes, I had a wonderful time. Thank you baby. That was—wow—more than I could ever imagine. Fuck, that felt heavenly. I really liked that; more than I’d want to admit. Your lips and your tongue are now my favorite body parts on you.”

“Oh, really? I’ll keep that in mind for future reference. I enjoyed that just as much as you did. I’m not kidding, you taste marvelous. I could spend the entire rest of tonight with my head in between your thighs—but I think it’s time you and I finally um—you know—“

“Fuck?”

“Jeez y/n, could you be any less romantic?”

He squeezed your ass and slapped both of your both of your cheeks. However, he was quick to change his demeanor from naughty to gentle and soft. His eyes softened and he brought some of your hair behind your ear; letting his fingers glide along your neck and collarbones. The glint in his eyes made your heart swell up—any nerves that you had before going in to it were completely gone now. All you could think about was giving yourself completely to the love of your life.

“Babe.”

“Yeah?”

“Take me already. I’m yours.”

He gave you a soft smile and brought his bottom lip in between his teeth; he took his index finger and began to trace your features—starting with both your brows, then taking it along your nose to just above your Cupid’s bow. His ran his thumb along your top lip and you placed a sweet kiss on the back of it.

“Say it again.”

“Huh?”

“I’m yours. I want you to say it again.” If you were to take a look at yourself right now, you were sure your cheeks would be flushed—you were now shy for the first time tonight.

“Mark Tuan—I’m yours. Forever.”

He clenched his jaw—your words obviously had some kind of affect on him. To your confusion, he got off of you and leaped over to his drawer; rummaging through clothes and underwear. Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting for him to find whatever it was that he looked for, he released a sigh of relief and briskly made his way back over to you.

The tin foil packet was held in between his fingers and he waved it around like some kind of trophy. Only then did it really occur to you that you were going to lose your virginity—and to the man who your entire life revolved around. It was a bittersweet feeling; but you were more than happy to eventually be able to experience having your way with one another. He tore open the wrapper and placed the condom on his dick—crawling over to you and hovering over your lap. He gently took your chin in between his fingers and lifted your face so that you were looking up at him.

“I’m sorry if it hurts okay? It might feel uncomfortable and maybe even painful at first. I want you to tell me if you need me to stop or to slow down. I’ll try not to go too hard since it is your first time, but if you were already so tight around my fingers, I can only imagine you’re going to clench around me with your pussy in the most delicious way. You trust me right?”

You nodded—not missing a beat while giving him an exhausted smile. It wasn’t even up for debate, you trusted Mark with your entire being. He was the only person you would confess every single thing to. Whenever you had good news, he was the first person you wanted to tell and whenever your day wasn’t all that great, you wanted to find solace in him and he wrapped up in his embrace. When you nonverbally gave him your permission to take the lead, he lined himself at your entrance and tapped his cock against your folds; running it back and forth along your labia in order to collect some of your juices.

“Remember, I don’t move unless you say I can.”

He lowered himself and placed his lips against yours; you assumed it was his way of taking your mind off of the stretch that was about to come. As soon as Mark entered himself inside of you, you couldn’t help but let out a whimper. It wasn’t all that painful, but it was uncomfortable. Obviously, you weren’t used to being filled like this; something about the way his cock felt against your walls ignited a tingling sensation to your core. Your boyfriend moaned against your mouth and tightened his grip on your hip bones. “

Fuck—you’re so tight. Shit; I’m not even exaggerating—“

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes. God yes. You feel glorious. But are you okay? It doesn’t hurt too much does it?”

You shook your head in disagreement. No matter how uncomfortable you were, it was adamant that your boyfriend was trying his best not to lose his shit. You were going to suck it up and take him like a big girl; you were well aware that the pain would soon be replaced with pleasure once he began to pick up the pace.

“Mark, you can move. I’m okay.”

His eyes seemingly rolled to the back of his head after hearing you give him permission to move and he didn’t even take a second to process that information, he began to ram himself slowly inside of you. He pulled his cock out of you before pounding his length back inside of your cunt all but gently. His pelvis hit your ass with each and every thrust and just as you expected it, you were now moaning in pleasure from the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your cervix.

The two of you moaned in unison each time he bottomed in and out of you. He rotated between stealing chaste kisses from you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and groaning against your jaw and sucking on both of your breasts; biting on your nipples whenever he thrusted himself a little too roughly.

“F—fuck—feels so—“

“I know—shit—you’re so fucking wet y/n—“

His pace grew quicker to the point where he was practically railing you—the sound of skin smacking and clapping against each other alongside of both his and your moans and curses bounced off of his walls. You weren’t sure whether or not he was aware that he was leaving bruises on your skin, but you didn’t care—your mind was solely focused on him and only him. Everything else was just going to have to with till the morning. He pulled his hands away from your waist and brought them up to your breasts, pushing them up and down as he mirrored his movements inside of your warm cavern.

“You look so beautiful right now I don’t think there are enough words in the English dictionary to even describe just how gorgeous you are. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

He lifted one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder; you weren’t sure exactly what he was doing until he pushed his dick back into your folds and began to reach deeper and further in to your pussy. “H-holy shit Mark—“ His girth continuously grazed against your clit; the way his hands were roaming all throughout your body, you had a feeling he couldn’t keep his hands in one place.

Sweat was dripping down the both of you; when he lifted your other leg on top of his shoulder, you immediately clenched around him. The sensation was driving you literally insane. He was right; now that he had an idea of what made you squirm and scream, you could tell that he was going to use it against you.

“Fuck, did you just get tighter? Stop that—please, I know I’m minutes away from coming and I don’t want to cum just yet. I really didn’t want to tease you tonight, but I will teach you a lesson if I have to. Don’t test me y/n. Come on, you’ve been such a good girl this entire night baby. We can experiment more next time, but for now, I just want to make love to my pretty girl.”

It was tempting; if he was going to mess around with you by constantly trying to reach for your g-spot, you wanted to show him the same amount of teasing by clenching around him. You also wanted to see just how animalistic your boyfriend could get and you wanted him to go rough on you—but you didn’t want to have to beg him to do something, anything to help you reach your release. You wanted to experience coming with him—you were already so close to your second coming.

Mark was a man of actions rather than of talking, so you trusted the fact that he would punish you if you did continue to go against his wishes. Although you were well aware now that you’ve finally had him inside of you, having sex would be a frequent activity—you felt yourself smiling like an idiot hearing him make plans for the next time you’d tumble in to bed together.

After a few moments, you felt your legs giving in—probably because of how sore your inner thighs were now that he kept burying himself in between them at a mind blowing pace. He fucked you like he had vengeance on you—his cock filled you to the hilt. Slowly, he brought your legs off of him and got closer to you; he intertwined your hands together and placed them on either side of your head.

He continued to pump himself inside of you—constant moans continued to fall from your lips. You were completely speechless; his name fell off of your lips like a mantra. He kissed you hard; his pink lips were swollen and you were sure your lips looked similar if not the same.

“Y/n.”

You looked up at him and your breath hitched when you saw the way he was looking at you. His gaze was one that you didn’t recognize. His eyes were soft—he had a small smile that you wouldn’t have been able to distinguish if you didn’t see the glint in his eyes. You were about to question his sudden whisper of your name but he beat you to it.

“I love you. God, do I love you. I love you so much baby. I love you, I love you, I love you. I don’t ever want to stop saying it.”

With every thrust came a love confession and just hearing him admit those three magical words; the three words you’ve been yearning to hear for months—his words alone sent butterflies to your tummy and you weren’t even able to say it back to him before you felt yourself letting go and seeing stars for a second time. With a few more thrusts, you were soon being filled with his creamy, warm liquid and he flopped down on top of you while burying his face in between your breasts.

You brought one hand in to his hair while dragging the other gently across of the expense of his back. The two of you laid there in silence; giving yourselves some time to both settle down from your breathtaking and extremely mind blowing orgasms. You were sure he could feel your heart racing against his chest; his was beating rapidly against yours. A huge grin rose on your face as you began to think about his love confession.

He loved you.

You didn’t care that it took him six months to admit his feelings for you, you were completely over the moon. You left a soft kiss right below his ear.

“I love you too Mark and I’m in love with you. I have been for longer than I’d like to admit. I’ve been wanting to tell you for months, but I was afraid that it was too early to tell you and that you didn’t feel that way about me—“

“I’ve been in love with you since our second date y/n I’m not even joking. Don’t get me wrong, like I’ve mentioned multiple times tonight, you’re genuinely such a beautiful girl—you’re literally a sight for sore eyes. But everything about you is seemingly perfect. Your personality, your intelligence, your kindness, generosity and your heart. The way you dropped everything to run over to help that older lady carry her groceries to the bus stop and then the way you didn’t even hesitate to buy ice cream for that little girl who dropped hers at the play ground. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I need you to know that. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my entire world y/n. These last six months with you—getting to love you—kissing you, having late night conversations about the future with you, going on all these cute little dates with you, staying up till three in the morning to talk with you—I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I would go to the ends of this earth if it meant having you for the rest of my life in each and every lifetime.”

Tears began to fall down your cheeks and you immediately pulled him in to another kiss; you didn’t think you were able to top his heartfelt speech nor did you want to. You could only hope your signs of affection would be enough to prove what your words weren’t able to.

“Is sex everything you could hope it would be?”

“Yes. I um—I’m actually upset with myself for waiting this long. If I knew back then what I know now; if I knew how glorious making love to you would be then I would have let you take me right after our first date. You’re so good to me Mark. You’re the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Thank you for that; and for every single thing that you do for me. Was I okay though? I know, you’ve probably been with partners who had more experience and were able to please you in better ways than I did, but I’m willing to learn whatever I need to in order to be good enough for you—“

You frowned when he roughly placed his hand over your mouth in attempts to silence you and licked his hand out of force of habit. “I never ever want to hear you say that you aren’t good enough for me or that you want to change your ways to be what you think I deserve. You are what I deserve; hell, if anything, I’m not good enough for you y/n. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life and I mean it. I’m not just saying that to spare your feelings or to make you feel better about the situation. You are the only person I’ve ever been in love with. You’re the only person I am ever going to love. What we had wasn’t sex—we made love. You were perfect baby. You made sure to take care of me and made tonight about us—even if I really wanted to focus specifically on you. Did I not praise you enough for the mindblowing blowjob you gave me? Where did you even learn how to do that? That was—I’m speechless. You took my breath away at least five times tonight and now you’re doing it for a sixth time just looking the way you do right now. If you’re not tired, I’m hard again. I’m sure you can feel it. There are so many things I want to do to you and since the night is still young, maybe we can cross some of those things off of my list. I want you on all fours baby. I wanna see that ass clap for me.”

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hotpinkhoshi · 5 years ago

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kiss it better | four

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, brother’s best friend au (sort of)

warnings: age gap (nine years), cursing, explicit sex, slow burn

word count: 4k

summary: you were off limits for more reasons than mark could count. but everything changed for him the day you walked into his tattoo shop with those big innocent eyes and a laugh like his favorite song. he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. and yet…

a/n: hellloooooo my loves! thanks for your patience with this update! please let me know what you think about the update :)

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The last time you went bowling, you were eight years old.

It was your birthday, and you’d declared that the one thing you’d wanted was for the whole family to spend the day together. Lately, Taehyung had been focused on graduating and you’d barely seen him around the house. Your dad was always working, and your mom offered little to no comfort.

So it had been your birthday wish to have just one day that you could be a family.

For the first time in your life, you’d had a perfect day. Even Taehyung had put his responsibilities aside and come along, which had been the best part.

You didn’t win, of course. You had little to no hand-eye coordination - but you’d had more fun than you could ever remember having with your family. The one time you bowled a strike, Taehyung grabbed you and put you on his shoulders, doing laps up and down the lane while you giggled until your cheeks hurt.

When you entered the bowling alley, you tried not to remember that day. It would only bring you sadness and make you long for something you could never have again.

Instead, you honed in on a different feeling in your bones. You were meeting Mark’s friends for the first time, and it had been a long time since you’d been in such a large group. You couldn’t help but feel nervous. It made you want to steal the leather jacket Mark was wearing and let yourself be swallowed up by the heavy material.

College had been a learning experience, to say the least, and one of the most prominent lessons had been that it was easy to lose yourself in situations like these. When drinks were flowing, music was blasting, and people were laughing - you didn’t have a great track record.

Nonetheless, you let Mark lead you back to his friends after grabbing the right shoes, anxiously shoving your hands into the pockets of your shorts.

“Look who showed up!” Dahyun exclaimed once you joined their group, standing up from the cushioned seats in front of the alley.

She brushed right past Mark to embrace you in a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders and briefly rocking you back and forth.

“Damn, hello to you too,” Mark murmured. He shook his head and greeted the rest of his friends, exchanging one of those dude handshakes with a tall, lean guy with shaggy black hair.

When Dahyun let you go, she linked her arm through yours and brought you over to the group. “Everybody, this is Y/N.”

“Hi,” you responded with a shy wave.

The tall guy reached out his hand. “Hi, I’m Yugyeom.”

He had a face that made you feel like you could trust him, a smile that seemed more innocent than anything else. You couldn’t help but to return his smile and grasp his hand.

“Hi,” you said again, before Dahyun was pointing to the next person.

“This is Jackson,” she said, gesturing to a guy leaning coolly against the booth, chestnut brown hair swooped away from his face to reveal his sparkling smile.

You recognized him as the male you’d seen on that first day, the one that asked Dahyun for napkins. He was wearing a muscle shirt again, revealing the sleeves of swirling lines on both of his toned arms.

After shaking his hand, Dahyun led you to the next person. Instead of pointing at her, Dahyun wrapped her arms around the short haired blonde and slapped a kiss on her cheek.

“This is my other half, my bae, my lady. Or, you may call her Chaeyoung.”

Chaeyoung crinkled her nose and wriggled out of her girlfriend’s grasp with a giggle, reaching forward to shake your hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

Although they were all older than you, you didn’t quite feel the age gap as you thought you would. Yugyeom had a young soul and you felt comfortable as he helped you choose a bowling ball with the right weight.

Jackson was friendly, too, claiming you for his team before anyone else could get the chance. He said he got a good feeling from you, that you’d be his lucky charm. All you could do was blush and send Mark a shrug.

While Mark typed in everybody’s name into the machine, transferring them up onto the screen above your heads to show the scores, you accepted the cider that Dahyun slipped into your hands. If anything, perhaps it would loosen you up.

-- -- --

“If looks could kill,” Dahyun said as she slid into the booth next to Mark.

Mark brought his beer bottle to his lips, sending a side glance to his friend. “Huh?”

Dahyun just laughed, tipping her own beer back as she followed Mark’s line of sight. There was Jackson, dancing with you to the techno song playing over the speakers. You were laughing so hard your cheeks were pink.

“If looks could kill, Jackson would be six feet under,” she finished, nudging his shoulder. “You got a thing for Y/N?”

Mark scoffed, a bit too quick, and shook his head. “No. No, she’s my friend’s sister.”

Dahyun snorted. “Okay, and? Chaeyoung was my coworker. Are we just stating facts?”

She didn’t get it. Mark didn’t blame her - she didn’t know the full story. When he was younger, your parents and Tae were the closest things he’d had to family. It would have been downright betrayal to look at you as anything more than a friend.

But he couldn’t help staring, narrowing his eyes as he watched Jackson adjust your shoulders and hips before you bowled your first shot. He was sure that whatever he was feeling, it wasn’t jealousy. Something curled in his gut, though, when he watched Jackson’s fingers brush against the flower on your shoulder blade, the tattoo Mark had given you himself.

And for fuck’s sake, did you have to be wearing shorts? It was hot outside, sure, but…

He shook the thoughts out of his head, realizing that he was the one staring at your legs, not Jackson. Dahyun must have noticed as well, because she nudged him once again and giggled.

“You’re screwed, dude.”

I’m aware, Mark wanted to say. Instead, he knocked back the rest of his beer. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from you, half out of protectiveness, the other half was something else entirely, something he couldn’t identify.

-- -- --

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, watching as your bright pink bowling ball knocked down six pins. It was the most you’d gotten in one turn in the whole duration of the game. You were really bad at this, somehow even worse than you had been when you were eight.

“You did it!” Jackson yelled happily, pulling you into his arms and lifting you off your feet. You’d had a couple of ciders already, making you feel light and happy as the older man spun you around.

Jackson was cute. More than just cute - he was handsome enough to be a Disney prince. And he was funny, too. You could tell he was kind. He made you feel special when he laughed at your little quirks during the game, but you knew it was dangerous.

It wouldn’t be the first time you fell for a hot guy with a charming smile and kind eyes, and you’d told yourself you never would again. So even though he made you laugh and you liked the way he placed his hand on the small of your back, you were cautious.

Mark was quiet. When it wasn’t his turn, he was mostly brooding in the corner nursing a beer or chatting quietly with Dahyun. You wondered why he wasn’t talking to you, or even looking at you.

For a moment, you wondered if he was angry with you. He hadn’t spoken to you much, not that he was a man of many words, but you had been getting along so well lately. And he’d wanted you to come, right?

It occurred to you that maybe he hadn’t, really, and he’d just invited you to be polite. The thought made an unpleasant feeling coil in your gut.

“Last turn, you know what that means!”

A female voice called from behind you and you turned to see Chaeyoung carrying a tray of shots - at least a dozen, probably more - to your table. Your eyes widened. This wasn’t for one person, was it?!

“Yes!” Dahyun pumped her fist into the air and skipped over to her girlfriend, helping her set the tray down on the table.

“Shit, we’re still doing that?” Mark asked, his voice full of annoyance.

The girls ignored him and Dahyun turned to you. “The rule is, on your last turn, however many pins you leave standing - you take that many shots. It’s a tradition.”

You blinked a few times, staring down at the tiny shot glasses which were full of a caramelly brown liquid - probably whiskey or bourbon. Not that you had experience with either, but your old roommates always had half empty bottles laying around.

“You don’t have to,” Mark said low in your ear. You jumped, not knowing he was next to you. When you turned to him, he was giving you a dark look, like he was trying to tell you not to do it.

Suddenly, you were reminded of your brother. Taehyung was still texting you every day, telling you to go home to your parents, to grow up. He meant well, deep down, but you hated the way he thought he had a right to give you orders.

Instead of giving in, being the obedient naive girl your brother wanted you to be, you turned from Mark to Dahyun.

“Oh, no. I’m definitely doing it.”

-- -- --

“Ohhh, look at your grumpy face. You look like an old man,” you said, poking your fingertip into Mark’s cheek. “Silly.”

He should have stopped you. Mark had watched as you took five shots, one after the other. In all honesty, you’d knocked them back like a champ with hardly a grimace. But it was a quick downward spiral from there.

After tearing you away from Chaeyoung and Dahyun, who you were claiming to be your new sisters, Mark led you out of the bowling alley. With your arm around his neck and his arm stabilizing your waist, he felt like he was dragging a dead body with how helpful you were being.

Now that you were in the backseat of the Uber, you seemed to be gaining a second wind. You were leaning towards him, batting your eyelashes at him with the most infuriating, adorable smile he’d ever seen.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked, grin dropping into a pout.

Mark sighed. He was used to being the one to take care of his drunk friends - Jackson wasn’t always as good at holding his liquor as he was now. Not to mention all the trouble he and Taehyung used to get into in their teen years.

“I’m not mad.”

You blinked a few times, scrutinizing his features. “It feels like you’re mad.”

“I’m not,” he insisted, licking his lips. “I just feel like I should have been more responsible.”

You furrowed your brow and huffed, deflating back against the seat. “I’m not your responsibility, Mark. You don’t have to take care of me.”

“Yes, I do,” Mark replied. “Someone has to.”

It appeared you didn’t like his answer. You crossed your arms over your chest, tearing your eyes away from him to stare out the window.

“I’m not a kid,” you said, almost a mutter under your breath, but Mark heard you. He chewed at his lip, staring at you for a moment before he exhaled.

“I know,” Mark admitted, voice low. “I know. Look, I’m sorry, I know you’re an adult. I just…”

How could he put it into words? Something about you made him want to protect you, and it wasn’t just that you were younger, that you’d been so sheltered growing up and deserved to have someone shield you from the scary world. There was something else pulling him, and he couldn’t put his finger on it just yet.

“We’re friends, Y/N. So I wanna make sure you’re safe, okay? And I should have been looking out for you tonight, and I feel like I wasn’t,” he said.

Mark had been so broody, sitting beside himself while he watched you drink cider after cider that was handed to you, his eyes following every move you made. Until, of course, you looked at him, and he made sure to appear as uninterested as possible.

He watched you swallow and consider his words before you turned back to him. Thick silence hung between the two of you and he wasn’t sure if it was because he’d said you were friends or because he’d admitted that he had been a dick.

“I wanna live,” you said, and Mark almost thought you were sobering up, but your eyes still appeared glassy and unfocused. “I moved here to live. And… and I felt like I could, tonight, because you were there.”

Mark ignored the way he felt his heart pound in his chest, hard against his ribs.

Luckily, he didn’t need to form a response because the driver had pulled up to the apartment building. Mark thanked him and helped you out of the car, noticing the way you shivered once the cool night air hit your bare skin.

“Here,” Mark said, shrugging his leather jacket off of his shoulders and draping it over yours. “You have goosebumps.”

“Thank you,” you said. Your cheeks turned pink, radiating all the way up to your ears.

With a steadying breath, Mark led you back into the building, his hand placed on the small of your back the whole way.

Once you finally made it into the apartment, you’d seemed to regain some of your wits. Though you stumbled once or twice on thin air, your intoxication at least seemed to be at a steady level.

With Milo on his heels, Mark grabbed a bottle of water for you, handing it to you with strict instructions to sip it slowly, but to finish the whole thing before you went to bed. You pouted and saluted him sarcastically before giving Milo a goodnight kiss and heading off to your room.

Mark watched as you disappeared down the hallway, each step careful as if you were trying not to appear drunk. You’d had five shots and god only knows how many ciders, you were definitely still drunk. But he admired your effort, at least.

“What am I gonna do with her,” Mark said to Milo, shaking his head and picking the tiny dog up. Milo offered no wisdom in return, just kissed his face until Mark had to cut him off and set him down.

Despite Mark’s worries, he attempted to go about his night just as he normally would. He heard you opening and closing dresser drawers, probably a bit louder than you intended, signaling to him that you were at least capable of getting yourself changed for bed on your own. Thank god for that.

Mark himself changed into his usual sleepwear, a pair of basketball shorts and a muscle shirt, then proceeded to wash his face and brush his teeth. He felt like his ears were perked, waiting for any sign of trouble so that he could come to your rescue. It was a strange, pathetic feeling.

He glimpsed your figure out of the corner of his eye while he was mid-brush, purple toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. You had your toiletry bag in your arms, your previous outfit swapped out for a pair of leggings and an oversized college shirt.

“Can I?” you asked, nodding with your chin to the empty space at the sink.

“Mm,” he murmured in response, holding up one finger to signal you to wait a moment. He quickly finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth, then took a sidestep to make room for you at the sink.

He tried not to stare at you and instead pretended like he was checking the shelf above the toilet for something, though he paid attention to the way you sat your bag down and unzipped it, sifting through it until you pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and a cotton pad.

You seemed a bit unsteady, wobbling a on your feet just standing still. You were holding the cotton pad and makeup remover in each hand, biting hard onto your lip.

“Y/N?” Mark asked. “You good?”

With a sigh, you shook your head. “Don’t feel good.”

“Well, that might have something to do with the liter of alcohol you drank,” he remarked with a smirk.

You whined and turned to Mark, surprising him by holding the items in your hands out to him. “Help. If I have to stare at myself in the mirror, I’m going to throw up.”

All he could do for a moment was stare down at your hands, the objects that were basically foreign to him. He’d never touched a bottle of makeup remover in his life, and the only time he used cotton swabs were for sterilization at the shop.

“I… what?” he stuttered.

“Just pour this on this, then wipe my makeup away. It’s easy.”

Mark blinked a few times, torn between telling you to do it yourself or just walking away. But the way you were gazing up at him with glassy eyes and the most pathetic frown was what made him reach for the cotton pad and makeup remover.

“Okay, just, close your eyes. And you can’t be mad at me if I do it wrong.”

You smiled, then, turning your body to lean back against the sink. Mark stood in front of you, popping open the cap of liquid and pouring some onto the cotton round. You gave him a nod of approval at the amount he used, then closed your eyes.

He slid the cotton pad over your eyes, overly gentle at first to a point where nothing was removed. So he went over again, until he was sure that he got the hang of it. He watched as all your mascara and eyeliner was wiped away, not that you’d had very heavy makeup on to start with.

“Mark,” you whispered, after he’d gotten your eye makeup off. You opened your eyes and Mark realized just how close to you he was standing, but he didn’t make any effort to move away.

“Yeah?” he replied, just as quietly.

“Why haven’t you asked why I’m not talking to my parents?”

Mark swallowed, his hand dropping from your face. “I figured you would tell me when you felt comfortable.”

You nodded. “I feel like I should tell you.”

“You don’t have to,” he replied, shaking his head. “Not if you’re not ready.”

Your bodies were so close together, he could smell the lingering perfume on your skin and he tried so hard not to inhale too deep, not to notice how good you smelled.

“I dropped out of school,” you blurted out. “When I told my parents, they…” you blew out an exhale, your eyes staring out over Mark’s shoulder as if you were remembering how it all happened. “They told me I could go back to school or get out of their house. They didn’t ask why I dropped out, or if I was okay, they just wanted me gone.”

Mark didn’t respond, although he had a thousand questions begging to be answered. But he wanted to give you the time, the space to share more if you wanted.

“I hated school. My grades were fine, they were excellent really, but I was miserable. I ended up… doing something really stupid, and it was the last straw.”

When you didn’t continue, instead locking eyes with Mark again, he swallowed and chose his words carefully.

“I’m sorry. No matter how I feel about your parents, that’s… it’s messed up. You deserve to have their support,” he said quietly, slowly bringing his hand back up to your face.

He swiped the cotton pad across your cheek, taking your makeup and a stray tear with it. You nodded and sniffed once.

“It’s okay. But that’s why I’m here,” you told him, voice quiet. “They forced me out. And I wanted to have a life, so I came to the city.”

“And?” Mark asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Is it everything you ever dreamed of?”

You laughed, soft and breathy. “It’s not so bad. I’ve got good company.”

When your eyes met, Mark felt that grip on his heart again. The way you looked at him made his mind foggy, like he had been the one to take five shots of whiskey. He hadn’t been looked at like this in a long time, maybe ever.

“Close your eyes,” Mark said. His voice came out deeper, more gravelly than he intended.

After you obeyed, he slid the cotton pad over your other eye to remove the makeup there, at least grateful to be free of your overwhelming gaze.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” you whispered, catching him off guard.

Mark was used to this question. At the age of thirty, he was expected to be in a serious relationship, if not already married. So when people found out he’d been single for years, they were shocked.

“Uh, well-” Mark stuttered, his fingers pausing as they brushed against your cheek. “I… I don’t go out a lot. And I guess I like being alone. I’m comfortable like this.”

“What about me?”

There it was again, that thumping in his chest.

“You’re different,” he whispered. He didn’t even notice he had dropped the cotton pad, leaving nothing between the soft skin of your cheek and his hand.

Your eyes fluttered open - clear, and so, so close. It stirred something in him, a feeling that had remained dormant for what felt like his entire life.

Then your lips were against his. It happened so fast, he didn’t even know who leaned in first. He was pretty sure you’d kissed him, but he had felt so drawn to you in that moment that he couldn’t be sure.

It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough. Enough for you to tilt your head, slip your tongue past his lips. God, it’d been so long…

Mark surged back a step, his shins colliding with the tub behind him. He inhaled sharply, his lips tingling from your kiss.

“Oh, god,” you said, your eyes flying open. “Oh my god. Mark, I…” Your hand came up to cover your mouth as you stared at him.

“Shit,” Mark muttered, running his fingers through his hair. “Shit. It’s okay.”

He couldn’t look at you. He was looking anywhere but at your face as he rubbed his neck, trying to process the last ten seconds.

“I’m sorry,” you said. You turned from him, grabbing your bag from the sink and scurrying out of the room.

Mark watched you leave, listening for the sound of your bedroom door shutting behind you. He groaned quietly to himself, leaning his palms onto the sink.

“Fuck. Shit. You’re so fucking stupid,” he told himself in the mirror.

He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Once, twice, three times. He had no explanation, no excuse for what had just happened. You’d been the one to initiate the kiss, but he’d kissed you back.

He knew better. Despite the circumstances, he knew better than to look at you like that, as anything other than a friend. A little sister, even.

With one deep inhale and a long exhale, Mark made up his mind. He would do the right thing, no matter how hard it was or how much you’d hate him for it.

He grabbed his phone off of the sink, browsing his contacts until he found the name he’d been looking for. It was his new number, but he hoped he would answer.

Holding the phone up to his ear, Mark listened as the phone rang three times. He almost hung up, deciding that maybe it wasn’t worth it. Tomorrow, he could tell you to call him yourself.

The ringing stopped. “Hello?”

He cleared his throat. “Taehyung? Hey, man. It’s Mark.”

“Mark? Shit, it’s been a while. What’s up?”

Mark kept his eyes on the mirror, making sure he got a good look at himself as he flipped your world upside down.

“Look, this is probably unexpected, but… I need to talk to you. It’s about your sister.”

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tuanhood · 4 years ago

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125 ft

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut, exes to lovers

warnings: 18+, language, dirty talk, cheating (?), public fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex

word count: 6,300+

summary: when you agreed to meet with your ex-boyfriend after a spur of the moment rendezvous at 35,000 ft, you were set on keeping the conversation strictly verbal... then how did it become so physical?

a/n: surprise!! 35,000 ft sequel! I know a few people wanted it so here it is :) this will be the final part but i’m open to later doing drabbles for this couple. Also the title of this one refers to how many feet seoul is above sea level just FYI! enjoy and let me know what you think!

35,000 ft

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The blinking lights of the city outside your hotel’s window made you feel sick.

You had spent the last twenty minutes staring at them, hoping the city you loved so much would give you a sign of what to do, but instead you were met with silence. Nothing manifested itself into a response and looking down at the clock on your phone, you realized that you were out of time. You had to make a choice.

After you had landed, you agreed to meet Mark at your hotel’s bar for drinks. He had first suggested a place near his apartment, but you figured it would be best to keep this on your turf. Even though you didn’t really have a turf.

Staying at your hotel gave you the opportunity to say goodbye whenever you wanted and retreat back to your room without another word or glance from Mark ever again.

Disembarking the plane, you felt as though you knew what you wanted, but when you finally arrived to your room and saw the beautiful flowers Brian had sent, you felt sick to your stomach. Despite the disdain you had been feeling for him for… well... ever; you still couldn’t believe that you had cheated on him. You had cheated on him with the person that hurt you the most. Not only that, but you didn't even wait until you landed to be unfaithful. Did you really hate Brian that much?

The clothes laid out carefully on your bed taunted you. They wanted you to put them on and go up to the bar, to talk to Mark... probably to be seduced by him yet again.

Even though your plans were strictly to just talk to Mark, you had a feeling inside of you that made you feel like it was going to be more than that. If your flight with him told you anything, you might not even end up alone at the close of the night. But did you want that? Was that the right choice to make? If you wanted to stay sane, you were going to have to keep this meeting a verbal one... nothing physical.

You weren't even sure what you wanted to talk to Mark about. About your feelings? Your relationship? But... what relationship? The two of you didn't have that anymore... time had passed and now you had Brian.

You really did need to break up with him.

The light buzzing of your phone snapped you out of your "add break up with Brian to the to do list" daze.

Mark. hey I just got here. how long do you think you'll be? I can come to your room and get you ;)

Verbal meeting. Not physical.

You. Oh, it's okay! I'll be down there in a few.

No way in hell are you letting Mark Tuan up here. That was a death sentence if you wanted to keep the conversation to just talking.

Mark. sounds good. can't wait to see you princess.

And just like that you felt nerves return to your stomach. It dawned on you that although it had only been a few hours since you had last seen him, you couldn't wait to be with Mark again. This was no longer a decision you needed an answer for, you were going up there.

It took you roughly 15 minutes to get dressed before you were in the elevator, heading up to the bar. You focused on watching the numbers on top of the doors change, signaling you were getting closer and closer to seeing Mark. It was supposed to calm you down, but instead it caused your anxiety to grow at an alarming rate.

However, the moment you walked into the semi-crowded bar you felt all of your doubts fall away. Seeing Mark seated at the bar in his black turtleneck, long grey peacoat and matching black dress pants told you that you were in the right place. His attire tonight was a sign that maybe you don’t still know everything about him. The Mark you knew would have shown up in sweatpants, an oversized t-shirt and unlike the expensive dress shoes he was currently sporting, he’d have well-used Vans on his feet.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the hostess and you’re almost annoyed, because you could just keep standing here watching the effortlessly beautiful man from a distance all night long.

“Can I get you a table ma’am?”

“Actually, I’m just meeting someone at the bar. I see him,” you nudged your head over in the direction of where Mark sat, playing with the rim of his glass.

Of course he couldn’t wait, you think to yourself.

The hostess looked at you a little uneasy, and for a moment you think that she’s upset that you’re meeting Mark, “Ah then, go right ahead.”

Her reaction sits with you for a moment. Great, he wasn’t even your boyfriend anymore, but you still had to deal with the jealousy that comes from other girls wanting a piece of him.

Nodding at her slowly, you passed around the stand she’s stationed at and moved towards Mark. With just one foot in his direction, it’s almost as though he could sense you. He stood up quickly and smiled brightly. His eyes wandering up and down your body, but you try to ignore it. You’re trying to divert from that tonight. This was going to be an adult conversation, not one where your lust for one another would do all the talking.

“Y/n... You look... beautiful,” his tone makes you blush, it’s almost as though he’s breathless just at the sight of you. It made you wonder if he was being serious or if he was just trying to get in your good graces.

“Thank you,” you replied, sitting down beside him, “couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

You motioned to his drink which is nearly gone and he blushed in embarrassment, “yeah sorry... I just felt like maybe I needed to get a head start.”

Frowning, “why would you need a head start?”

Mark fidgeted in his seat, scratching the top of his head, “I-Well I feel like I have a lot to say... and I figured the whiskey would help me.”

I have a lot to say.

You don’t know why, but his response almost felt like a slap in the face. Shouldn’t you be the one who has a lot to say? Shouldn’t you be the one that needs the extra drink or two to get through this? Especially when you weren’t even sure what the end goal of this meeting was supposed to be.

Turning away from him, you waved down the bartender, “could I just get a gin and tonic, please,” he nodded at you and you turned back to Mark, but soon you’re waving the bartender down again, “actually make it a double.”

“I guess you need the alcohol too,” Mark chuckled. You don’t want to respond, you’re afraid you might hit him if you do.

“Should we maybe move to one of the booths? For some privacy I mean... Just in case,” Mark asked you as soon as the bartender gave you your drink.

It wasn’t obvious to you as to why you and Mark would need a lot of privacy, but you found yourself agreeing. Regardless of where you were sitting, it wasn’t going to make this conversation any easier.

“So... Let’s... talk?” You asked both him and yourself once you’re seated in the dimly lit booth. You weren’t sure if you were ready for this, but with your drink securely in your hand, you felt somewhat better.

Mark sat his drink down on the table in front of you and exhaled deeply. He almost looked like he was going to throw up and you had to stop your hand from reaching out and soothingly rubbing his back.

“I- Y/n, I still love you. I never stopped… but you know that, don’t you?”

Okay so he’s starting off with that...

Even though you had known how he felt, just hearing him say it made you feel so... emotional. It had been something you too had felt after all this time, but you had tried your best to shove it as far down as you could. Him verbalizing it made you want to say it too, but you couldn’t... You weren’t ready for that and you weren’t ready to pretend things could be that easy.

You opened your mouth as if to say something, but you shut it almost immediately. You weren’t sure if your brain had comprehended his statement enough to respond. Luckily, Mark picked up on this and continued himself, “Of course you know that... It’s so painfully obvious. Anyone can see it... or hear it,” he paused to grab his drink and take a large sip, “when I got home I called my parents to let them know I made it back, and my mom immediately asked me what was wrong. She thought something was wrong because I sounded so happy, so... unlike the new Mark that’s been hiding behind himself for two years. When I told her I had seen you again, I thought she had a heart-attack because of how loudly she yelled.”

His words pained you, to know that Mark had been pretending to be happy in your years apart. It wasn’t only him who had been putting on a facade, you could feel your own pretending at false content - especially in the last few months. Your acting wasn’t fooling anyone anymore, including yourself.

“I know... I know how much I’ve hurt you, because in the process I’ve hurt myself just as much and I really really don’t know why. I don’t know why I stopped myself from just picking up the fucking phone and calling you. I’d been so hurt in the past by people thinking they know a fake version of me, that when the one person I truly trusted and felt at home with fell into that category I shut down. I was too proud to just talk to you and not throw away three years with someone who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I mean I even had the fucking ring for godssake.”

His confession caused your heart to ache. It wanted nothing more than to reach forward and encompass all that he is and was. The idea that Mark had been planning on asking you to marry him make his words and the fact that he let you go even more saddening.

“I think these past two years I’ve known how bad I want you back, how much I need you in my life, but being with you on the flight only confirmed it... And what we... what we did on the plane only solidified it. I’m willing to do it all, I’m willing to do anything to have you back. I’m serious this time. I’m not going to play any games or let anything get in the way of our happy ending,” Mark looked at you with hope in his eyes, “if you’ll let us have our happy ending... The one we deserve.”

You have to look away from him to stop yourself from crying. The way he looked at you is the way your Mark would look at you. The Mark you had fallen in love with and the Mark that had treated you like his world began and ended with you. Would it be ridiculous if you gave in and just let yourself love him again? Would you be betraying yourself and all that you had been through? Or would you finally be doing something for yourself... giving yourself the one thing that you knew would make you happy.

“What’s wrong?”

Mark’s question is what it takes for you to notice that despite your best efforts, you had indeed started crying. Immediately, Mark reached forward to wipe the tears off your cheeks and you’re taken back to the days when you’d come home sobbing, overwhelmed by school and work, but Mark always there to comfort you.

“I just…” Sniffling, you paused not exactly sure what was wrong.

Mark came in closer, until you could feel his breath against your neck, “baby, tell me what’s wrong and I promise I can fix it.”

Could he?

“I don’t think you can fix this.”

He cocked his head to the side, “How are you so sure?”

“Because you weren’t able to fix it last time.”

Silence. Silence fills the space between the two of you and only the chatter of others in the bar can be heard. Mark bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of everything, except for the fact that he wants you to know that all he wants is to take care of you. To make all the pain he had caused you, go away.

He brought his hand to your knee and caressed it softly, “maybe I wasn’t able to in the past, but I know I can fix it now. You just have to trust me and give me the chance to prove it to you. I think if anything, we both owe each other trust.”

That’s when you felt it, Mark’s hand slipping from where it rested securely on your knee to up higher on your thigh. It was oh so close to the hem of your dress and the way his thumb softly drew circles into your skin told you what he was planning.

“What are you doing?” you murmured.

“Let me show you how much I love you, how much I want to fix this,” there’s a glint of something in his eye and you can tell that your theories were right. This boy was, is and always will be the death of you.

You feel a wetness in your core grow at his words, “M-Mark, but we can’t her-”

“When has that ever stopped us before? Let me take care of you baby, just trust me.”

Exhaling deeply, you placed your hand on his, moving him up on your thigh until his fingers dip beneath the hem of your dress to show him that you did trust him.

You turned your head away from him, afraid that if you placed your gaze onto Mark’s it would be a dead give away for what the two of you were up to. You felt him squeeze your thigh as a warning to remain calm and relax, but it wasn’t that easy. Mark was always better at appearing calm and collected in these situations. He was good at keeping the easy grin on his lips and looking around the bar as if were people watching, when in fact he was thinking about what he could do to further torture you. You, on the other hand, had a hard time concentrating on anything but Mark as his hand drifted higher up your thigh and his fingers brushed the lace of your panties.

So much for leaving the physical out of this.

You kept your drink in your hand, teeth chewing on the straw, in an effort to keep yourself occupied so you wouldn’t sigh as he teased you. Being under Mark’s touch always left you feeling hazy and looking at you he knew it wouldn’t take much to have you falling apart for him. He wanted to take his time, he wanted to see you squirm, watch you struggle to keep quiet. The deep breath you took in as he gently brushed his fingers over your heat, told him he would get exactly that.

He alternated between brushing your thighs, his fingers warm against you, and brushing them over your clothed heat as he felt the material begin to dampen. “M-Mark,” you find yourself whispering, afraid someone might catch wind of the happenings at your table. He smiled at his name passing your lips, all he wanted to do was hear you say it for the rest of his life. And he was going to do everything he could to convince you. He waited until your shoulders relaxed, before he brushed the lace aside and let his fingers brush through your wetness, “baby, I got you,” he exhaled.

You gripped your glass a little too hard and attempted your best to cover the gasp you released as his fingers found your clit. You tried your hardest to keep your face neutral, but it wasn’t easy - especially with the way Mark’s eyes were devouring you. Returning your mouth to the straw, you once again pretended to focus on the drink in your hand, thinking maybe that would cover up the look on your face. Beside you, Mark hid his grin behind his drink and shifted to get a little closer as your thighs threatened to close around his hand.

You swallowed your desire to close your legs as Mark’s fingers rubbed lazy circles over your clit. "Want me to keep going?” Mark asked you, but it all sounded like white noise as you shifted enough for him to finally slip a finger into your heat. That’s all it takes for you to lose focus completely and forget where exactly the two of you are... and what you’re supposed to be doing.

Right... you’re in a bar and you were talking to Mark about... your relationship?

One would think that this whole situation would be handled frantically, that Mark would want to bring you the edge as quickly as he could given the public aspect of your surroundings. But Mark kept taking his time and you were almost in awe at how slow he seemed to be moving. It gave you the time to relish in the feeling and his touch, but also made you think about everything else you wanted him to do to you tonight.

Every drag of his fingers, every time his hand bumped your clit, you wanted to whine desperately at him but you knew that you couldn’t. You had to sit back, content with what he was giving, and stew in silence. And knowing Mark, that was something he loved about all of this, that you just had to sit there and pretend like he wasn’t bringing you complete bliss.

When your free hand moved to his knee, your nails digging into his leg through the material of his pants, he decided to do exactly what he said and take care of you, to show you how much he wanted to fix things. He’d teased you enough, had taken his time, and you’d been patient enough to keep the attention away from what was happening beneath the table.

He moved his fingers as quickly as he could to avoid drawing attention. It was an awkward angle, one that made touching you the way he really wanted to a little difficult, but he did the best he could with the space he had. If Mark was anything, it was an improvisor, and it was enough to draw soft sighs of pleasure, causing you to struggle in keeping your eyes open as you barreled toward your end.

You suddenly became grateful for how dim the bar was, even with the lamps on the table, your face was hidden enough that only he could see the way your eyes closed tightly, mouth opened slightly. The way you looked, the way you breathed, although in public, Mark relished in every little one. He knew it was for him, and only him, something he knew he would grow tired of. Mark felt overwhelmed with the feelings in his chest when your high came and he instantly dropped his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling you softly, “that’s it sweetheart.” He drew out your high as long as he could get away with.

When it finally became too much, you nudged at his hand and shifted uncomfortably at the overstimulation. Mark removed his hand and goes to grab a napkin on the table, but he soon catches your gaze and brings them up his mouth instead. Watching him clean your juices off of his fingers in a public place, made you feel like you were getting aroused all over again. Your core told you that you weren’t ready for this very public display of affection to be it for the night.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Mark smirked at you, “Upstairs? But you haven’t even finished your drink yet...” He said it in a teasing tone, knowing exactly what you wanted from him. You dropped your drink onto the table so forcefully, some of it spilled out of the top of the glass, “forget the drinks.”

“Aye aye captain,” Mark replied with wide eyes at your behavior. When he put his hand up to get the waitress’ attention and close his tab, you’re pushed back into reality. Well... not completely, but you once again remembered something that you really shouldn’t be forgetting.

Brian.

Fuck.

You couldn’t cheat on him again, but you also couldn’t deny your body the pleasure it was currently aching to be given.

Before you could stop yourself, you’re out of your seat, Mark looking at you with a smile, “are you that eager? Just give me a second to pay and we can-” You cut him off briskly, “No! I’m just going to use the bathroom down here before we head up to my room... I’ll be right back.”

Mark could sense that you were nervous from the tone of your voice and he felt his stomach flip, wondering if you were changing your mind.

“Is everything okay? You know we don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind... We can just go up and keep talking, no press-” This time you placed a kiss on his lips to stop him from talking, “Mark I want you to fuck my brains out, I just need to go to the bathroom.”

You didn’t wait for his response before you headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind you as soon as you’re inside. Fuck... were you really going to do this?

Not dwelling on the fact that doing this would make you a terrible person, you tapped on Brian’s name under your recent calls list.

“Hey baby, what’s up? I was waiting for your call... Did you get my flowers?” He answered the phone almost instantly, you were hoping for at least a few seconds of dial tone to comfort you.

“Brian... um listen. This is kinda of a fucked up way of doing this, but...” you drifted off to give yourself a moment to think about how to deliver this, but stopped yourself from continuing when you hear him let out a giant sigh from the other end of the line.

“You’re breaking up with me aren’t you?”

You removed the phone from your ear to look at the caller ID to make sure that it’s indeed Brian who you had called. When you were sure, you brought it back against your cheek, “what? n-” you’re about to deny his claim, but that’s when you remembered that... yes that was why you were calling. To break up with him so this time you could fuck Mark guilt free. “Um yes... It is.”

“I kind of sensed that this was coming... You’d been growing distant recently.”

Hadn’t you been distant the whole relationship?

“I’m really sorry Brian... You’re a great guy honestly, but I just don’t think we work well together.”

“I mean I’m not going to lie and say I’m not hurt... I thought we could have had something that lasted in the long run, but I can’t force you to fake something you don’t feel. I hope you’re happy with him.” His words stunned you, causing you to almost drop the phone out of your hand. How did he know? Did he send spies to Seoul to follow your every move?

“W-What?”

“Isn’t that why you’re breaking up with me? Because you’re still in love with your ex?” His voice held no animosity, no venom towards you, he asked it as if it’s the most basic question in the world.

Clearing your throat, you’re surprised at the answer that comes out - even though you knew it would come out at some point. Things never stay hidden for long. “Yeah... I am.”

“Well I wish you two nothing but the best.”

With a final thank you, you hung up the phone and felt genuinely surprised. Surprise for how well your first - and hopefully last - phone break up went and at your blatant verbal admittance to how you still felt for Mark. Saying it out loud, made you feel like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, as if finally admitting you still loved Mark out loud was the cure to the original heartbreak he had caused you.

Exiting the bathroom and rejoining Mark, you almost felt like a new person. When he put his hand out to you to walk to the elevator, you take it gratefully.

“Everything okay?” He asked as soon as you’re inside the lift and pressing the button down to your floor, “I just broke up with my boyfriend, so everything’s great.”

Mark looked at you with a mixture of surprise and excitement, “what?”

Nodding, “he took it surprisingly well... so it’s cool.”

He turned away to hide the grin on his face. Had you broken up with your boyfriend for him? Was this the sign he needed to know that you were his again? Or would that be jumping to conclusion too quickly?

Getting out of the elevator when you reached your floor, you couldn’t keep your hands off of Mark. The two of you had your lips desperately attached to one another, practically rolling against the hallway’s wall. You’re so succumbed with Mark that you almost forget which room is yours.

Grabbing the key out of your bag, you kept Mark’s lips on yours, his tongue delicately licking into your mouth and making you moan against him. You tried your best to maneuver and tap the keycard against the door without removing yourself from him.

As soon as you both entered and the door shut, you heard Mark’s commanding tone against your lips, “clothes off, on the bed, hands and knees princess.”

It isn’t like you to protest to a request like that, especially when Mark was in his “dominant” mode, but you found yourself whining. “Mark... please... can I-” Before you could truly protest and embarrass yourself in asking for what you really wanted right now from Mark, he cut you off. “You don’t have to say it baby, I know how much you’ve missed having my cock in your mouth. So long to go without it, don’t you think?”

Without a word, you looked down at your feet and nodded at Mark’s very correct assumption. You felt an unbearable want to have your mouth around him. It had been so long since you had actually sucked someone off - no one coming even close in comparison to Mark.

“We’ll let you have exactly what you want.” His tone suggested that you having him in your mouth was more for your pleasure than for his and for some reason that excited you even more.

You rushed past him and dropped down to your knees once you’re in front of the large king sized bed, eagerly waiting for him to join you. At your actions, he broke character for a moment and gave you that boyish smile and giggle that’s a package deal when it comes to Mark. You’re about to laugh at yourself, but when his cocky attitude and lustful eyes returned, you stopped yourself short.

Joining you in the bedroom, Mark positioned himself to sit on the edge of the mattress, smirking at how ready you looked to take whatever it was he wanted to give you. “Let’s make you a happy girl, shall we?” Unbuttoning his jeans and shimmying them down his legs until they rest around his ankles, you attempted to help him, but he tutted, “did I say you could touch yet?”

For a moment you’re afraid he’s just going to forget the whole thing and you quickly tucked your hands behind your body, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “no,” you mumbled.

Mark’s pleased at your response, based on how you had been acting earlier and even on the plane, he was afraid this side of you had been completely erased. He was happy to see you were still so willing - as long as he was the only one who got to see it.

It suddenly dawned on him that he shouldn’t be thinking about that... because to be honest, someone probably already had seen it. Someone had already taken his place inside of you before, including that stupid boyfriend of yours - or well... ex-boyfriend. Mark snorted to himself in thought, join the club dude.

Although he knew that he had no right, this theorization made him mad. So mad, that he was about to take it out on you with his cock.

Removing himself from his underwear, you felt yourself grow in excitement and arousal when you see his leaking cock. When you looked back up, however, to meet Mark’s eyes, you can tell his demeanor has changed slightly. No longer was it just lust that was clouding his pupils, but you could sense a kind of frustration.

You didn’t think much more about it as he smirked at you, positioning himself against your lips. Showing your compliance, you opened your mouth and let his cock rest on your tongue, closing your lips around the head once he gave you the “go ahead” nod that you needed.

Mark pushed his hips forward, inching further inside of your mouth, trying to savor the warmness of you. His cock twitched once the tip reached the back of your throat and you moaned at the feeling.

“No one’s ever made you feel this good just by sucking them off, huh princess?”

You didn’t answer him, but began moving your head up and down on him, pulling off of him completely with a pop and then taking his entire length back in. The feeling made Mark groan, and you looked out the corner of your eyes to notice the way he gripped the bed sheets beneath him. Through his labored breath he asked you his question again, “answer me baby, no one’s ever had you wet just from giving them head before, have they?”

This time when you didn’t answer, Mark positioned his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer on him, until you’re gagging around him, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Only you,” you attempted to say with his cock in your mouth, but it came out more like muffled noises that aren’t coherent by any means. He released his grip from your head and gently stroked your hair, giving you the okay to continue bobbing your head up and down, faster and faster until Mark’s breathing becomes erratic.

You’re so lost in your fluid movements that almost felt like a second nature that you barely noticed Mark pulling back from your mouth until he’s completely gone. He laughed when you whined in protest and leaned down, placing his hand under your chin, “Even though you still have the best mouth around, I’d rather my cum go somewhere else.”

Somehow you found yourself even more docile now than on the plane. Without him asking you to do anything, you thought back to his first request when you entered the room and slowly removed the dress off your body. Mark licked his lips hungrily as if he’s were a predator stalking his prey, watching you undress yourself for him and moving past him on the bed once you’re naked. You got on all fours, positioning your hips and ass out towards Mark, aching to be filled.

Mark’s painfully hard length twitched at you so full on display for him, and he stood from his spot on the bed to remove his underwear, “so ready for me, going to reward my good girl for listening so well.”

He entered you so suddenly with a hard thrust, that you found yourself being pushed forward, your hands shaking, threatening to come tumbling down. Although he had been inside you so recently, you were still stunned at just how well he fit. How the stretch of your walls around Mark’s cock was the blissful border between pleasure and pain. No one had ever had you like this and you knew no one else ever would.

“I will never get tired of this,” Mark mumbled into your hair, holding onto you with his fingers digging against your soft skin. His thrust started off at a slow rhythmic pace that he knew would drive both your body and your mind crazy. You wanted nothing more than him to pound into you, to chase your second orgasm of the night and for him to claim you.

He groaned the moment you clenched against his cock, to tell him that you weren’t playing around. Mark may be the one who took control in the bedroom, but if you weren’t happy with it, you were going to show him who was actually in charge. To remind him that really you have final say.

At this, Mark picked up his pace, “Ah, I know what my princess wants,” he thrusted in and out of you faster and harder, until he found your sweet spot. When he does, you let out a desperate moan that’s so needy, Mark let his head fall against your back and you felt him smile against your skin. The familiar twist in your stomach began to build up again as Mark continued his unfathomable pace, his hips never stilling.

“Come on baby, cum on my cock,” he whispered, his voice so deep it sent shivers down your spine. That was all you needed to spiral down, clamping on him and seeing stars beneath your tightly closed eyes. Watching and feeling the way you spasm around him, Mark’s own thrusts began to grow sloppier - indicating how close he is. Still recovering from your release, you tried your best to help by pushing yourself back against him and using the little strength you had to squeeze yourself around him, despite the overstimulation.

His breaths were heavy against your back and you knew he was almost there, almost at his wits end. That’s when you said it and Mark felt himself combust completely...

“Mark, I love you.”

Just like that, with two more sharp thrusts and a final loud groan, his release coated your walls. He’s unsure what it is that finally sends him over the edge, but he has a feeling it’s mostly incited by your confession. He leaned forward to place a kiss on the nape of your neck, before slowly pulling out, the wetness escaping you and cascading down your inner thighs onto the hotel bed.

Mark went to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean the two of you and laid down beside you when he’s finally done.

Unlike when the two of you had hooked up on the plane, this time it felt even better to be able to have Mark wrap his arms around you and stroke your hair, leaving kisses on the top of your head. It felt like if you were to never get up from your spot next to him, everything would still be okay.

“So does this mean-” before Mark could complete his thought, you cut him off, “yes.”

The smile on his face stretched so far and so wide, Mark was sure that he was tearing the the muscles around his mouth. Sure it had taken two years, but he was finally where he wanted to be the most with the person he wanted the most. Fuck the muscles.

Since you had first boarded the plane with Mark, there had been an idea forming in the back of your head. At first you had shoved it deep down to the back of your mind, because you thought it was psychotic and ridiculous, but you realized now that it was just a way for your heart to tell you what you truly wanted and needed.

“What if I move to Seoul permanently? My job already makes me come here so much... I might as well transfer.”

It seemed like that wide smile wasn’t going to leave Mark’s face any time soon. He leaned into you and attacked you with kisses all over your face until you were giggling and telling him to stop through your squealing.

“You would leave LA? For me?” Mark asked when he finally broke away from you.

You looked away from him shyly, wondering if maybe it was too much or too big of a thing to suggest so early, but your heart nearly dropped when Mark spoke next.

“Marry me.”

“Mark!” you exclaimed, taken aback by his question that wasn’t even a question since he presented it as a statement, “We have to see if this... the new you and the new me still work together. It’s been two years and I’m sure we’ve both changed.”

Matter of factly, Mark shrugged his shoulders, “I just know that we still do.”

“I know but marriage right away is too...” you drifted off unsure of how to complete the thought.

“Too perfect?”

Being married to Mark was something you had always longed for and no matter how much you still felt that longing even now being with him after all this time, you had to make the right decision and not be hasty. You were both different people now.

“Maybe too fast...” you replied biting down on your lip.

“You’re the one who’s thinking about moving to Seoul permanently!”

“Yeah but that’s to see if this will work!”

“Okay fine, but just know that in my mind, the way that I’m thinking of it is that future you is going to say yes, so we’re pretty much engaged.”

You playfully hit his chest and roll your eyes, “ugh whatever Tuan.”

All it took was three months for Mark to be right.

#got7 fanfic #got7 #mark tuan #mark tuan fanfic #got7 smut

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sxfterhearts · 4 years ago

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40. [8:59 am]

➳ pairing: mark x reader

➳ genre/warnings: fluff, coffeeshop!au, barista!mark, side!jackson,yugyeom (being silly)

➳ word count: 2,038 words

➳ summary: “I made this for you”

➳ author's note: for @strxwberri-milk 💖 i truly truly appreciate you!!! :”) and thank you for indulging me with your story hehe i hope something similar to this happens to you 🤭

➳ inspired by: (no one asked but) the bookstore in hear, here!!

You were early.

On regular meetups with your friends or even your dreadful 9ams, you would be running at least fifteen minutes behind schedule.

Today, however, you were early.

Therefore it goes without saying that meeting your Chemistry lab partner in the café he worked at to discuss your upcoming report was anything but a regular meetup, especially because said lab partner is none other than Mark Tuan, also known as the intelligent, introverted shooting guard who mostly stuck to and looked after his group of six other basketball jocks. Or your crush for the academic year, for short.

Taking in a nervous breath of air, you reached for your phone and began to type.

[08:59] Me: Hey, I got here early. I’ll go inside first and save us a spot.

Your feet tapped against the pavement as you stood beyond the café doors, your fingers gliding across the screen as you began typing another text to describe your outfit, just in case he couldn’t spot you amongst the sea of café patrons. It’s busy on Saturday mornings anyway, you rationalised your decision to double text, who cares, right?

[09:00] Mark: Yellow jumper and white Converse??

He had beat you to it. Your fingers halted its motions, staring intently at the panic-inducing typing bubble.

[09:00] Mark: I like your outfit :)

[09:00] Mark: And good morning!!!

It took all the self-control you had within yourself to not jump into a little happy dance right in the middle of the street. Calm down, Y/N, your inner voice rang clearly through your fuzzy thoughts, it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t overread his texts. Don’t overthink. Don’t –

“So,” A deep mellifluous voice broke you out of your daydream, its owner’s head poking out of the doors with his signature charming smile as an invitation. “Are you going to come in?” Your ears not failing to pick up the slightly teasing lilt in his tone. “Or are you going to stand there?”

For a few moments, you slowly tilted your head up, staring at Mark with a mildly shocked expression. Mark, with his fluffy permed hair and neat barista outfit, a white button up, black apron and a tiny bowtie around his neck. Mark, holding the door open for you, welcoming you into the humble establishment with a guiding hand. “Ah, Mark. Hi.” The words awkwardly stumbled out of your lips as you stepped inside. “Thank you.”

It felt like you were stepping into another universe, eons away from the quiet neighbourhood beyond the double doors. The café was situated a distance away from your home, hence why you never visited until now, despite many of your classmates’ recommendations of the café for group study sessions. Being more of a library person yourself, you couldn’t imagine being able to focus in a place where customers were constantly entering and leaving, and people were allowed to talk over one another.

This café, you realised, was different. Its white-bricked walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of novels, with colourful volumes of all shapes and sizes on display. Most patrons seemed to be preoccupied with their own reading or chatting quietly amongst themselves, mindful to not disturb or distract others with loud noises. The atmosphere was peaceful; serene. The only audible sounds were the rhythmic whirring of the coffee grinder or the low whistle of the milk steamer, which didn’t bother you at all.

“What can I get you, Y/N?” Mark asked in a practiced manner. You followed him deeper into the café and admired its interior, which strongly resembled a bookstore. While you were busy perusing the selection of CDs behind the counter, you felt a clipboard being thrusted into your hands. It was the menu. “Should I choose instead? It’ll be a surprise.” He offered, noticing how your eyes glanced over the paper repeatedly, never settling on a single item.

“Yes, please.” You were simply spoilt for choice – there were one, two, three, eight choices of coffee beans and over ten varieties of tea! “I’m not picky. I like coffee and sweet things.”

“Breakfast?” Mark asked. You shook your head. “Leave it to the capable hands of the experienced barista. Go take a seat at the table by the window, I’ll join you real soon.”

Heeding his words, you made your way towards the French windows, but not before browsing through a table full of literary classics. As you sat down, you decided that this quaint little book café was not a bad place to study after all.

Which reminded you, you made the thirty-minute commute here to discuss the results from your Chemistry experiment. Pulling out your notebook, your chest was filled with the same pang of disappointment as yesterday when you found out Mark left early for an away game and was unable to join you for the experiment. He sent you a text full of apologies and pleading eyes emojis, the first one you received from him after exchanging numbers. It took you another three or four exchanges to realise that the real Mark was very different to the Mark you thought you knew. Who would’ve thought the boy you had only admired from afar, the one who always seemed to watch over his friends wordlessly, blending seamlessly into the background, would’ve been such an enthusiastic texter? He had thrown in a generous dash of emojis, a sprinkling of GIFs and one too many exclamation marks, which never failed to pull amused smiles out of you.

“Finally decided to change the flowers on that table, hyung?” A male voice questioned mockingly from behind a nearby bookshelf.

“About time he did…” Another voice chimed in.

“Shut up, Jackson, Yugyeom.” You heard footsteps approaching you and looked up from your neatly-drawn results table to catch a glimpse of the playful glare Mark shot at his co-workers-slash-best friends. You began to wonder whether your girl friends frequented this café due to the favourable ambience or the attractive baristas.

You gave him a little wave as Mark stood in front of you and set down the serving tray. Your eyes feasted on the stunning array of goodies it carried – a cappuccino with a stunning Rosetta pattern and heavy dusting of chocolate powder, two slices of chocolate mud cake, a plate full of scones, jam and cream, and a butter croissant. The small jar of fresh, seasonal blooms in the corner – roses, daisies, chrysanthemums, daffodils and buttercups in shades of white and yellow immediately drew your attention. They complemented the shade of your mustard jumper perfectly.

Mark carefully positioned the flowers on the table before offloading the rest of the tray’s contents. “Flowers for you, Miss Y/N.”

The more you were around him, the more he surprised you. You fought hard against the blossoming heat on the apples of your cheeks, reminding yourself again to not overthink his words. Perhaps he’s just like that with every girl he talks to, you figured, there is no way he’s flirting with me.

“Surprise!” Mark exclaimed, moving onto the seat directly opposite yours. “I got a little bit of everything, so I hope you brought your appetite with you. There’s our signature chocolate mud cake, super rich and moist, wonderful scones and homemade strawberry jam, and our flaky butter croissant. Oh! Here,” He pushed the large cup of coffee towards you. “I made this for you. Try it!”

His brown orbs sparkled and twinkled as he eagerly watched you pick up the hot beverage and place your lips on the cup. A strong whiff of fragrant aroma drifted into your nose as you took a sip, your tastebuds instantly flooded with the creamy deliciousness of the coffee. You may be biased, but it was undoubtedly the best coffee you’d ever had. “It’s really good!” You finally said after several long sips. “Why is it so good?” You wondered aloud to yourself.

“Because I made it with care and love.” Mark answered without missing a beat. Upon hearing his bold declaration, you halted all movements and simply stared at him, steadily swallowing your coffee and feeling the warm liquid travel down your throat. “It also helps that we only brew the finest coffee beans and use the highest quality, imported full cream milk. A matchmade in heaven, really, I – ” He paused, noticing your unwavering stare. “Sorry, am I boring you? It’s just that, I really do love my job and I love talking about it and I’ve also been told I talk too much when I’m nervous. Sorry.” Mark cringed, frowning apologetically while visibly shrinking into his chair.

“No! No, not at all. Don’t say sorry. Actually, I like hearing you talk. As in, you sound so passionate just then. It’s just, it’s nice to hear you talk?” You wanted to facepalm yourself. Perhaps you should just dig a hole in the ground and hide in it forever. At least that way you would never have to face him ever again.

“Is that so?” Mark sat up a bit straighter, the corner of his lips pulled into a wide, heart-stopping smile. The tiny pair of adorable canines poking out of his mouth were all too distracting. “Well, why don’t you dig into your breakfast while I run you through what I’ve done so far for the report? Try the croissant first, it’s a good one to start on, fluffy and light. Alright, I stole the titration results from Youngjae’s group and used it for the calculations.” He quickly pulled out a pile of papers from his apron’s pocket while you savoured the sweet pastry. You had to admit, you never expected Mark to get any work done after his game last night. His hardworking attitude and dedication amazed you. “I wrote out the hypothesis and the matching observations for each reaction, pretty straightforward. There’s also the equations at the other side of the page, here, along with the calculations. They were a bit of a pain and I am this close to finishing up but unfortunately there’s still two more left. I can finish it while you’re eating, though, no big – ”

“Mark,” You called amidst a small, polite mouthful of cake and a light giggle, pausing his lengthy monologue. “You’ve done so much already. Leave some work for me too! This is a group project, remember?”

“Ah, right. Sorry.” He apologised sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub against his neck, embarrassed. “I guess I just wanted to make it up to you. I feel really bad about leaving you alone yesterday, Y/N. I wish I was there, with you. I would choose to watch solutions turn purple with you over playing ball any day of the week.” Mark admitted sincerely.

“Why?” You breathed. Your brain had started to get ahead of itself and pieced together the clues he’d left. Apart from his voice and your drumming heartbeats, your ears blocked everything out.

“Because I want to spend time with you.”

“Like… right now?”

“Well – ”

“Hyung! Mark hyung! Hey,” Yugyeom came running towards your table in a hurry. “Sorry to interrupt your date but,”

“It’s not…” You started, your tone shy and your eyes refusing to meet Mark’s.

“Date, study date, whatever it’s called. Sorry, Y/N, but I have to steal Mark hyung for a moment.” Yugyeom turned towards said boy. “It’s an emergency. Jackson dropped an entire crate of teacups, they’re all broken.”

“He what?!”

“There was a bee, apparently! I don’t know, ask him! He got scared and freaked out.”

Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to bust out a string of profanities in front of you. Once he felt reasonably calmer, he faced you. “Forgive me, Y/N. I have to go clean up after a child. I’ll be back, okay? In the meantime, make sure you eat up.”

You nodded vigorously and motioned for him to go, understanding the urgency of the situation.

“I’ll bring you another coffee later!” Mark called over his shoulder, to which you responded with two thumbs up.

A date? You thought to yourself. I guess it is a date, after all… The sweetest of smiles brightened your face as you gazed fondly at the flowers, now viewing them in a new light.

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ssixa · 4 years ago

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Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, idol au

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 995 words

Warning: explicit language

A/n: yet again I’m working and uploading this while I’m in the middle of lecture. Nothing crazy to add though. Ngl that I’m actually kinda satisfied with how the collage turned out this time.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Four

A whole week passes by and it was just as uneventful and repetitive. My life is really basic, all I ever do is work and go back home (until school starts, then it’s just school, work, and home). I attend my other part time job and deal with a bunch of Karens (both male and female) who refuse to wear their masks, getting asked a lot of questions that I have no idea how to answer, so and so forth. The weeks always pass by quickly since all I do is work, so I wasn’t surprised that at a blink of an eye, I’m back at the hospital. Nothing different happens when walking into work at the hospital...well accept for almost tripping over air walking out of the parking deck. We’re not gonna talk about it.

When I reach the front desk, one of the nurses gets my attention,

“Hey y/n, there’s a note here left for you. Must be from the manager” she mentions. I’m not that taken back since the manager has left notes for me before. I walk to the desk and grab the slip. Like always, my name graces the front of the folded paper. I open it and start reading,

“Dear y/n,

I was hoping that I would have the chance to keep in contact with you after our short, yet memorable, encounter. Though I can’t promise we would ever cross paths I decided to just not leave everything up to chance (you don’t seem like the sappy type to believe in such shit). Anyways, hope to hear from you soon!

Love, your soon to be favorite member, Mark”

I couldn’t believe it, Mark wrote me the sweetest little letter AND he left me his kakao contact. Is that even allowed? Won’t he get in trouble? Maybe his manager gave him permission, but even then it’s such a big risk. Forget it, this is probably one of the best things that has ever happened in my life.

Though the anticipation is there, I wasn’t able to contact Mark until Monday morning. Yes, I know, over twenty four hours, but it was torture not being able to message Mark for that long. Both the shifts were ridiculously crazy and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was sleep. When Monday morning rolled around, I added Mark’s contact and spent a little too long pondering on what my first message should be. Then it came to me, why am I freaking out about this when we’ve met before and have held full conversations with each other, this shouldn’t be difficult. Ok, here we go,

“Hi...it’s y/n, um, your tech” I message.

…

“Who is this? I think you have the wrong contact” the reply came only after a few minutes that felt like hours.

“Oh god he doesn’t remember, wow, I guess it was all just too good to be true” I think-panic to myself.

“OMG I’M SO SORRY!! MY FRIEND GAVE ME THEIR CONTACT AND I GUESS I ADDED THE WRONG ID!!!” I reply in a haist.

“OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT HAHAHAHA!!” Mark replied. I could just imagine him laughing hysterically by himself. I really hate him.

“I hate you so much Mark Tuan.” I surely hope he sensed my anger through that message.

“Oh, no more mr. Tuan? I kinda liked it” I sense the smirk through the message.

“You lost the privilege once you stopped being a patient Mark, you weirdo” I message back.

“Ooo with the insults, I thought we were more than just patient and tech” Mark replies. My heart sped up a little, but then I realized who I was talking to.

“Well I thought you were just a patient who got bored and I happened to be an easy target?” I sassed.

“Fair enough, well how about this, ‘y/n the tech’ will you be my friend?” Mark asks.

“Hmmmm~”

“Oh c’mon y/n, pplllleeeaasseee” Mark begs. Oh do I like the sound of that. He’s always teasing me so even if this is a fake beg, I’ll still take it.

“Oh fine, yes Mark, we can officially be friends” I reply.

“WOOOOO!!”

“Unfortunately I only just got off of work and I don’t think I can stay up much longer” I mentioned.

“Awe really? Well I understand. Get some rest, don’t forget to dream of me” he replies with a winking emoji.

“Trust me, if I could control my dreams I would much rather choose my bias than you’re annoying ass” I reply sassily.

“Ooooo~ so you have a mouth on you too. You’re just full of surprises huh? But imma have to tell JB that, I bet he would be happy to hear it coming straight from a fan’s mouth...well...kinda” he said with a slyness.

“I really hate when I type faster than my brain processes, I’m going to regret this later won’t I?” I reply with a sigh

“Oh most definitely, but don’t worry I won’t tell him. We’re friends right? I don’t want to start off on a bad foot” he said with confidence

“Well aren’t you sweet, hahaha but really thanks. I would much prefer to be friends with all the boys. I’m really not over how I’ve gotten to talk to all of you and even be able to call you my friend. Hopefully we can all get closer...wow that sounds cheesy, sorry” I message with my heart on my sleeve. Wow, I’m really making myself vulnerable with him. I definitely know I’m going to regret that.

“I’m glad we got to meet each other too even if the circumstances were a bit hard. Who knew I would run into ‘fan turn to friend’ in the most unlikely of places...btw didn’t you say you were going to sleep? That was like an hour ago?” he mentions

…

“y/n?”

…

“My new friend?” he continues,

…

“Sleep well beautiful”

“*message deleted*”

“Sleep well dummy”

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A/N: thanks for reading chapter 4! sorry that this isn’t the traditional way of doing text message convos when you’re writing them, but hopefully it still makes sense.

#kpop fluff #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #got7 fanfic #got7 jinyoung #got7 yugyeom #got7 jaebum #got7 bambam #got7 youngjae #got7 mark #idol au #got7 scenarios #hospital #patient care #got7 jackson

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not-all-that-chic · 6 years ago

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Gunpowder Blush

Jaebum x Reader [Police!AU]

“ On a normal day, I would find myself doodling away on my brightly colored post-it notes, daydreaming about my boss until Jinyoung chastises me about my lack of productivity.

Today, however, was not a normal day. ”

trans. | Your opinion is extremely important to me.

genre | Fluff, Smut, Drama

wordcount | 11.9k

warnings | language, gore, dirty talk, rough sex, male dom, degradation, exhibitionism, edging, masturbation, overstimulation

rec. track | ♫ ♩

video | ►

in·frac·tion inˈfrakSH(ə)n

a minor or petty offense that may be proceeded against summarily, and without a jury.

misd. ⟨infr.⟩

"Oh my god!" The bullet is deeply lodged into his calve. I start to shake, becoming faint at the sight of his blood. He places his hand over the wound and squeezes it.

"Fuck!"

"What do I do?!" I panic and look around, eyes flitting everywhere impatiently, wishing the gods would come down and help me and him. "I need to call an ambulance or-"

"Run after her!" He growls at me. I flinch.

"Are you crazy?! You just got shot!"

"I'm not disabled! I can take care of myself! Don't let our suspect and one piece of evidence get away!" I hesitate to leave him. "I promise. I will be fine." His voice and eyes soothe my worries and my beating heart. I nod and run off in the direction she went, my adrenaline firing.

Luckily, she's rather slow and Mulgogi is slowing her down. She's already in her car when I reach her. Once she realizes the situation, she grabs her gun and shoots out her window, aiming at me. In her shakiness, she misses. But out of fear I duck and am effectively paralyzed. She drives away quickly and I can't do anything—

Her license plate! I memorize the numbers and letters. DCG4476. It's a black SUV with some flashy rims. I commit it to memory. Cursing myself, I feel terrible that I couldn't stop her.

I disappointed him. I suddenly realize he's hurt and run back, heart pulsating. In my moment of passion, I didn't fully asses the damage. Oh god, what if he bled out?! No, I shake my head. He'll be fine. He said so. I can't help fearing for the worst. When I return, he's in the same place, head leaned against the wall, hissing in pain.

Once I reach him, I slow down and land on my knees in front him. He opens one eye.

"I already called an ambulance.." Nodding, I hold my hands in my lap.

"Can I...?" Tentatively, he lifts his hand off the wound. Thankfully, it's bleeding, but not to the point of severe blood loss. The skin around it is torn and there is gunpowder entering the flesh. I almost gag.

"It was an old bullet," he tells me through grit teeth. I don't know know what it means, but it's nothing good, I know that much. I rip off the edge of my shirt sleeve and apply it to the wound, applying pressure so he won't have to. I frown at his condition, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry..." He sighs. It only fuels my guilt further. "If only I hadn't kept the cat..."

"I'm sure there is cat hair on me and the rest of this house that will be enough for this case."

Lowering my head, I mumble, "If only I hadn't taken you to my house. You wouldn't be shot."

"Be quiet." He commands me, anger laced in his words. "This self-pitying attitude of yours is tiresome. I already told you I was fine. Why do you keep blaming yourself?" I can't even look at him.

"I don't know! I just do! I've always been like this." I choke. He lifts my head up, hand on my chin. His eyes soften, but there's underlying frustration there. He wipes my cheek with his clean hand.

"Don't cry. It doesn't help any."

"I'm sorry."

"There you go again. Do I scare you?" I blink owlishly at him and he wipes my cheek again. To my own surprise, I blush.

"No. U-um. You're really nice. Yeah..." He watches me sputter for words with tenderness. "I just feel bad for putting you in this situation."

"Then let's have an agreement. Tell me what it is that worries you and I'll tell you something about myself." His words... I realize what he's doing. Constantly, he checks my expression and eyes. He wants to get my mind off my obvious failure and fears at his own expense. However, it doesn't feel as if he's babying me. It's odd.

"Okay. Well um. I'm worried that I won't live up to your standards. And I'm worried that you'll get mad at me or be disappointed. I'm scared you'll think less of me. You hold me on a high pedestal and I don't want you to be disillusioned by my failures."

"You told me you weren't afraid me."

"I'm not!" I insist.

"Then why are you so afraid of me being disappointed?"

"I... I'm not sure." His eyes widen suddenly as if realizing something. Something in the air has changed. His hand lands on my hands.

"After hearing that..." I tilt my head. He shakes his. "It's nothing of importance. Just, you're not quite sharp when it comes to yourself."

"What?"

"Well, I'll tell you something about me," he changes the subject quickly. Although I want to ask him to explain himself, I don't want him to get mad or anything. He hisses when he adjusts himself.

I suddenly think back: when will the ambulance arrive? You would think someone being shot would be a priority! And although he's hiding behind his cocky attitude and comforting words, I can see him shift in discomfort.

"Okay."

"Around three years ago, I was still an officer."

"Really?!"

"Of course. You think I was born a Chief Inspector?"

"Well, no..."

"I really loved— and still love —being in the middle of the action. I was a part of the Seoul SWAT team." Mouth agape, I'm suddenly no longer shocked by his confidence and bravery. "Shocking, isn't it? Would you believe me if I said Mark and Jackson worked with me, too?"

"Mr. Tuan? Seriously?"

"We were on the same squad. I was our squad leader."

"Why did you leave?"

"I didn't leave. I was promoted to Chief Inspector for our division. I was going to stay, but the constant calls were wearing my body down." I nod. It's entirely impossible in my mind for someone so strong like Jaebum to ever get tired.

"And Mr. Tuan and Jackson?"

"When I stepped down, they came with me."

"Do you like being Inspector?" He shrugs.

"I don't have a passion for it. But it's my job now." He frowns. "It's peaceful, but I miss my SWAT team. When you become so used to those stressful situations, you start to miss it."

Before I can ask him to elaborate, the telltale sirens sound and I sigh in relief.

The days pass at a torturous pace. Even with my description of the car and the exact license plate number, nothing is happening. There's only one week until the court hearing and the lawyers involved can start their cases for their respective sides. I can only sit uselessly. At least today, Jaebum will be released from the hospital.

His recovery went well since he obediently took all the medicine he needed and ate plenty of food. I'm glad he didn't break any bones; just damaged a few nerves. I visit every day and I'm getting ready to visit again.

Over the three weeks he was resting, I'd like to think we became rather close. I feel like I've made a dear friend. Jaebum is a bit rough around the edges, but if you can weasel into his heart, he's a wise and gentle spirit. He loves cats, reading books and he has quite the appetite. I may have snuck him a few bags of cookies on occasion. I'm extremely thankful to have met him. I've learned a lot about him— and surprisingly —about myself, too

Since work is rather slow today, I decide to leave early.

Jinyoung smiles. "Going to see the Inspector off?"

"Yeah. Today's his last day." I return his joyful expression.

"You seem a lot more cheerful these days." He sends me a sly look, but I shrug.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Mhmm. Of course. Well, call me later."

"I will." Grabbing my belongings, I walk out of the office, but when I open the door, Mr. Tuan bumps into me. He grabs my shoulders to steady me.

"Oh! How's my special employee doing?" He grins and ruffles my hair. The contact doesn't send fireworks up my spine like it usually does.

"Pretty well. Thank you for asking, Mr. Tuan." A soft chuckle bubbles out of his lips as his eyes wrinkle. His expression isn't as cute as I remembered it.

"You know, you look so content and cute these days. What brought that on?" His compliment doesn't make me blush and revert into a blushing mess. I find myself laughing along with him instead. It's odd and somewhat concerning; for two years I've had a crush on my boss. I couldn't have possibly lost feelings so quickly.

"I'm not sure. I'm actually rather stressed with this case and Jaebum's recovery." He raises an eyebrow, confused.

"Jaebum? You're on a first name basis with him?"

"Yes. I consider him a friend."

"Oh? Isn't that... funny."

"Is it? I guess it's a little weird, but Jaebum is really nice and so intelligent. He's a great leader and he's brave. And funny." His expression becomes more and more gleeful with everything thing I say.

"You must really like him."

"Yes!" He chuckles and places a hand on my back.

"Then don't let me keep you! Tell Jaebum I said hi!"

"Yes, sir!"

I practically run those 10 blocks to the hospital. It was an important day for me and for the investigation. Once I reach the hospital, I grin. The receptionist has seen me many times and nods. The trek down the hallways makes me anxious. It's his last day. If anything I should be happy he's going to be released, but I can't shake something off, and I don't know what that something is.

I quickly find Jaebum's room and am greeted with the sight of two older people there. Quietly, I step into the room. Jaebum spots me first. He says my name: a wonderful sound. The two people turn around, at first wary, but then they seem happy to see me as well.

"Oh! How lovely to finally meet you, dear!" The word "finally" really sticks to me. She stands up and embraces me.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm so glad such a nice girl is taking care of our son." It suddenly hits me as Jaebum's father hugs me. His parents. My throat is dry, but I feel really warm knowing they already like me so much.

Jaebum watches us interact, his eyes looking like they will burst any minute. They seem to sparkle with unsaid emotions. Although he's rather stoic, I've never seen him so happy before and it makes me smile. I blush at his cute and unguarded expression. He looks like a child with his favorite pet.

"Meet my parents."

"It's nice to meet the both of you." For some reason, it never occurred to me that Jaebum had parents that loved and cared for him. I haven't seen my parents in— I don't even let the thought settle in my mind. My heart aches for him, who is so happy with his parents in the room.

"Sit down." Jaebum pats the chair beside him. I blush and do as he says. His parents get comfortable as his dad instantly goes to protest.

"You know how much he argued for us to not take that seat?"

"If only you would have heard him, dear! "No, Mother. I'm saving this seat. You'll see who she is. She's just like you." My goodness, he has never been so stubborn." I cover my face with my hands and stare at the floor. What did all of this mean? Why was Jaebum so eager to introduce me-

Oh no. I thought we were just friends! I guess he still has feelings for me. What am I supposed to do?! How do I reject— well? Suddenly the idea of rejecting him doesn't sound so pleasant to me. I don't want him sad. Plus, wouldn't he be a great boyfriend?

"What are you thinking?!"

There's a pregnant silence. Suddenly his parents burst into laughter. Jaebum shoots me a questioning look. Did I blurt that?

"What are you thinking?" Jaebum grabs my hand. My previous thoughts return to me and I gently pull my hand back. His eyebrows furrow.

"Honey," Mr. Im mumbles to his wife. He points to his watch. "It's nearly three." They both stand up and smile.

"Will you take care of our son? I'm afraid we have a flight back soon."

"Yes. Please take care of him. He's a stubborn and dumb kid."

"I'm not a child anymore."

"In my eyes you are. Let's go, honey." They come and kiss Jaebum on the cheek. He watches their backs.

"Have a safe flight." They wave me a goodbye, which I return, before exiting the room. I'm still in shock over my thoughts, his actions, his parents.

The past five minutes have been quite eventful.

"What is it?" Jaebum asks me, the sparkle in his eyes never leaving. It's so cute, but I try to swat that thought away. I can't possibly.

"Nothing."

"Tell me what's wrong." He grabs my hand again and my face bursts into a bright red. His touch is soft and when I look into his eyes, I'm trapped. They seem to have an intense aura that I've never noticed. I can't look away. And he has two little moles above his eye. His hair frames his face perfectly. Not to mention his strong nose. He looks like a Greek God. How could I only now notice?!

And his lips are very pink.

"I can't!" My thoughts culminate in a simple statement: I have fallen in love.

In the two years I've worked in this division, I've met and spoken with the Chief Inspector many times. I've had the pleasure of working with Mr. Im in the last month or so. And now the last three weeks to fall in love with Jaebum.

And now he has to carry this burden. I lower my head. Maybe he doesn't like me back. My brain tends to make up ideas that aren't real. I was probably delusional and making up fake scenarios in my mind where he liked me. Yes. That must be it. He just praised me because he admired my intelligence. He talked to me because I was his friend. How could I have been so blind, to lead myself on like that?

"You're doing it again." I can hear the disappointment in his voice. He lifts my head up. "Why are you crying?" Gosh and now he sounds frustrated and it's all my fault. Stupid me for getting too deep in his charm. He wipes my tears, but they don't stop. I start to hiccup.

"I-I'm so-rry!"

"I can't help if you're you like this."

I can't tell you! I want to say. It will ruin everything! I scream in my mind. I want to say it, but I'm scared.

He interlaces his fingers with mine and the other is dedicated to softly running through my hair.

"Come on, baby girl." My heart stops. Time freezes. I feel my whole body go limp and tense all at the same time.

"Stop crying." Heat pools in my body, threatening to burn me alive. My tears abruptly stop. He watches me.

"Speak to me. I know you're-"

"Baby girl..." I drift. For once, my mind is utterly empty.

"Yes? I said that. Do you want me to refer to you as something else?"

"N-no! I mean-well I! I!" Sighing, I gather myself. "Why did you call me that?" He rubs his forehead and smirks, amused.

"I thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"You're sharp, but not when it comes to matters of the heart." He grabs my face and suddenly his lips are so close to mine I can't even think.

"Jaebum..."

"I'll kiss you, but only if you ask nicely."

I'm beyond embarrassment when I whimper my response. "Please." He obliges. His lips feel even better than they look. I want to bring him close and taste him even more. His hands are rough from his work, but it feels nice and sends a tingle somewhere I have no experience with. I'm ashamed of my own body's receptiveness to him.

He pulls away and I quietly whine. He smirks, but doesn't comment.

"I want to make sure you get it."

"What?"

"You're mine. You're my girlfriend. I told my parents as much." It's suddenly all too much for me. "Your crush on me was extremely obvious. I humored you at first, but now I like you." My ears feel tingly. His words touch me deeply. I've never felt so loved and needed in my life. I can't help my tears again. I feel like a huge crybaby, but it's not my fault.

"I want to t-tell you something."

"Go ahead."

"I know I'm really snotty and weak and I cry a lot-"

"You have a soft heart. Not a problem." I shake my head.

"Please listen, okay?" His expression becomes completely serious. Taking a deep breath, I go into the recesses of my mind, to a place I don't like going.

"When I was younger, I had a pretty normal childhood. My parents were normal people. I had normal friends. Everything was fine. Then, my grandmother on my dad's side died.

"My dad was really attached. Her death really affected him. He began neglecting me. He insulted my mom. He never used violence or got drunk, but he told me I was weak and dumb. He rarely came home and my mom dropped all that negativity on me.

"She would tell me how much she hated him. I still loved him and I tried to understand him. It was hard for me because I hated my dad for being the way he was and I hated my mom for hating him. I wanted to love the-" I felt a knot in my throat.

"That's in the past."

I go on, "Eventually, my mom divorced him, but it was hard for her and me. She had to work two jobs. Sometimes I felt like I had no parent. I was glad I had Jinyoung to support me. We went to college together. I would do anything for him. He helped me when I needed it the most."

"I'm proud of you for telling me this." He puts a hand on my head and I glow from the praise.

"I'm happy you're the first person to know. I trust you."

"Now it's my turn to admit something. This is the first time in my life I have ever been so invested in someone." His serious and straight to the point attitude sends a shiver up my spine.

"Jaebum..."

"I'm serious about you."

"I..." The words die in my mouth.

"You can doubt yourself, but never doubt me." He comes closer to me. My heart screams at me from within my ribcage. It wants to be let out. This pressure on my shoulders disappears and I feel light. My brain is telling me this is fine. I should do what I want to do and not worry so much. He grabs me and pulls me onto the hospital bed. I become anxious, but his confidence dispels my worries.

I like it. This relationship I've accidentally stumbled into. It's the most wonderful accident.

"Let me prove to you how much I need you, baby girl." The nickname has my heart flipping, but I feel red hot. I want him to make the burn go away.

"Please, Jaebum," I beg, already anticipating what's to come. His eyes close and he groans. His arms hold me on top of him. When he looks at me, he's engulfed in something dark. I nearly fall on him from the look of pure hunger on his face.

"Go lock that door."

I could promise with my faulty memory that I have never run and locked a door so quickly. And he remarks on this.

"Eager?" When I sit back near him, he drags me to straddle him. Shuddering, I breath with difficulty. He looks me up and down and I feel naked already under his intense staring.

A shaky, "Yes," is all I can pull from my parched mouth. His hands dig into my hips and he brings me closer, forcing me to rub my clothed pussy on his already growing erection. My face burns when he exhales. I'm overwhelmed.

"I don't know if I can be gentle if you look like that."

"Don't—do what you want with me." He suddenly yanks me down and my lips crash into his. The impact hurts, but his adept lips make me forget quickly. Jaebum bites my lips rather harshly and I wince. His hands explore my sides and land on my ass as he gives it a squeeze. I moan into his mouth and he practically eats it. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I let him explore me. His tongue leaves me dizzy, like I'm drunk on his taste. I feel limp in his arms, merely enjoying the sensation.

I've never experienced something like this before. I feel an immense pressure in my lower abdomen and my clit pulses. Although I can't figure out anything with Jaebum kissing me and grabbing my ass, I am cognizant enough to know that I need more than just a kiss.

I— reluctantly —separate and blush at the trail of saliva connecting our lips.

"More..." I moan.

"You're so hot. Fuck." He obliges quickly. One of his hands travels down and into my pants. The contact of his rough finger on my clothed clit makes me moan shamelessly and bite my lip.

"You've never been fingered like this, huh? You want me to make you cum just like this?" His voice growls in my ear. My body shakes as I rest my face on his neck, breathing shallow. He slowly circles my clit with his finger, occasionally pressing onto it. It sends electricity up my spine and down into my stomach.

"Your panties are fucking soaked. Is this all for me, baby girl?" He rubs a certain spot, the directness of the stimulation hurting and making me moan. It's so much— too much.

"Yesyesyesyesyes. Oh fuck—" I can't speak; I just buck into his hand, finding purchase. He ups his pace, fingers relentlessly vibrating against my clit. I release a wanton moan and bite his shoulder. Sweat beads on my forehead.

"Moan for me. I want everyone in this hallway to hear you." My moans are needy and loud. I feel close. I'm not sure what close is, but the pressure on my clit and Jaebum egging me on with his words brings me deeper and deeper. Just when I feel like the burning is about to boil over—

He stops. I whine at the loss of contact, but he yanks my shirt off my body, taking my bra along with it. He latches his lips to a nipple and bites it. I cry out.

"Open your eyes and fucking look at me." I obey quickly and nearly cum on the spot: he's sweating and his hair is messy, but his eyes are alive with carnal and raw desire. He lasciviously licks that nipple before sucking it. My hands shake, but I prop myself up, making it easier for him. His eyes never leave mine. And I don't think he wants to stop looking.

Jaebum begins to slowly grind up into me. The sensation of his clothed cock rocking on my clit has me whimpering again: "Jaebum..." I feel his cock on me. There's no doubt he's just as turned on as I am.

"That's right. Moan for me, you fucking slut." The derogatory terms make my pussy clench. I moan as my eyes roll back. He sucks on my nipple and releases it with a pop before giving the other the same attention.

"Fucking love it when I call you names? I bet you do. You're so wet I bet if I touched your pussy now my finger would slip right in." Despite the lewdness of his words, I don't doubt it. I probably have soaked through my panties. Blushing at the thought I look away. Pain rushes into my body when I feel him twist my nipple.

"Did I say you could look away?" I whip back in his direction and his smirk goes straight to my eager cunt.

"N-no..." The dynamic change from sweet and caring Jaebum to this has me quaking with anticipation. I reach down towards his pants. His dick is poking me, already hard as a rock. My hands gingerly wrap around it and give a gentle tug. He throws his head back and groans, guttural. His face full of ecstasy makes me want to touch him more, urge him to make more of those delicious moans. I want him to just fuck me until I can't walk. I grow impatient. As if hearing my thoughts, he stops.

He pushes me off him and I blink with confusion.

"Well? Take your pants off." When I see him taking his shirt off I take it as my cue. At the speed of light, I take off my pants. I hesitate at my panties. Looking back at him, I gape at his body. The planes of his chest are smooth and slicked with sweat. His stomach looks built, but not too much. There are some hairs on his abdomen that lead down lower into his pants... I swallow my saliva.

"Like something you see?" My eyes flit back to his smirking face.

"I want to suck your cock." It catches him off guard and I surprise myself. Where did this confidence come from? He growls and gets off the bed, cornering me like a predator. I back up I until my back hits the wall. Jaebum places his hand on my head and shoves me until I kneel down. I look up at him, hands in my lap.

"Work for it, slut." Eyes wide, my hands make quick work of his belt buckle and pants. Dragging his pants and underwear down, my mouth waters once his cock springs out. It's red at the tip and angry, precum leaking out. I don't waste any time and give a few kitten licks.

"Shit..." he squeezes his eyes shut, hand on the wall, and I preen at his reaction. Motivated, I take half of it into my mouth, watching his reaction. He growls and grips my hair. I hollow my cheeks and suck, bobbing up and down on what my mouth can fit. His hand tugs on my hair, making me wince. Jaebum looks at me, sharing eye contact, and bites his lip.

"Bet you love having my dick in your mouth." I moan, sending vibrations to his cock. He grabs the back of my head and shoves the rest of it in my mouth. My nose touches his abdomen and when his cock reaches the back of my throat, I gag. I can't breathe. Tears well up in my eyes, but I force myself to relax.

Once I do, he relentlessly fucks himself into my mouth. I hold onto my complaints, but at the same time, I like it. Him using me as an object to reach his orgasm, it makes my pussy ache for him. He's using me to satisfy his needs. Every time he rocks himself my throat burns, but the roughness makes me wetter.

"Touch yourself," he says through clenched teeth. My hand is shaky as it touches my forgotten clit. The relief I receive is instant. Eyes rolling, I nearly forget Jaebum's cock in my mouth. I flick my wrist, abusing my clit with my middle and forefinger. The juices from my aching sex remind me of what's to come.

His pace doesn't relinquish for even a second. I can't even breathe. And his hands dig into my scalp and pull me any which way. Jaebum moans particularly loud and it makes my pussy throb. My fingers hiccup at the sound.

"Your throat is so warm— fuck! You're so dirty, fucking yourself while my dick is down your throat." I spread my legs more, eager for more. I shove my hand down my panties and shove a finger in my hole. He takes his cock out of my mouth to let me breathe, but I can only inhale once before he slams it back in. A tear rolls down my cheek. The pain and pleasure melt together to the point where I can't discern the difference.

My stomach clenches and I know this time that I'm near an orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum. So close—!" He grunts, barely able to speak. Whimpering, I feel myself climbing a hill. It builds and builds, threatening to burn me alive. "Come on, baby girl. Choke on my dick." On command, white-hot pleasure is searing through me and I close my eyes. My legs shake and my body falls limp, rubbing out my orgasm. He yanks my head back and takes his dick out of my mouth. Coughing, I grab my throat and breath in the air I was desperately missing.

When I open my eyes again, he's panting and working himself to his own release. I encourage him.

"Please cum, Jaebum. Cum all over my face." With one final groan, his seed releases onto my face and he closes his eyes, hand on his forehead. We both let our labored breathing mingle and slow as we come down from our highs. He wicks away his sweat before looking down at me. Smiling, I gaze into his eyes with adoration.

"Wipe that innocent look off your face. I'm not done with you yet." I'm unable to wonder as he suddenly picks me up and tosses me onto the hospital bed. He fully removes his pants and underwear. And then I'm suddenly reminded of where we are. We're about to have sex in a hospital room where anyone could hear.

"Jaebum, maybe we should stop." His hand lands on my clit and I gasp, breath hitching. He rubs me from on top of my panties and I feel myself building already.

"I want to taste you, but I can save that for another day." I can't manage a protest when he pulls my panties aside and shoves a finger inside. The moan that escapes me is so needy and lewd, I would be surprised if no one heard it.

"Oh, Jaebum!"

"Look at you. So fucked out and I've barely done anything. Are you sure you want to stop?" At the unforgiving pace he's fingering me, I can't even think. He smirks and adds another finger. My moans grow louder and more desperate. I arch into him, my breasts grazing his chest.

Jaebum leans down and sucks a huge hickey on a random spot on my neck. With his free hand, he takes a nipple between his fingers and pulls it. The searing sensation clouds my judgment. His fingers hit a spot that has me nearly screaming in his ear. He adds another digit and scissors me sloppily. My juices coat his fingers and I can hear how he fucks me, so hard and fast and without mercy. The familiar heat grows in my stomach and he continues to move around inside me. My vision grows blurry by the second.

"Oh god! P-please! I'm so close!" At that, he abruptly removes his fingers with a growl. I want to yell at him for continuing to tease me, but he flips me over and slams his cock into my pussy. A scream rips from my throat and he moans in tandem. The force of the impact has me gripping the bedsheets in a vice.

"Holy fuck! You're dripping. Your pussy swallows me so good, baby girl." I whimper, the stretch hurting my virgin hole. And he notices, just letting his cock settle inside me. He growls and squeezes my hips hard. The grip he has will definitely leave marks, but for now, it only fuels my libido.

"It's taking every ounce of my self-control to not pound you into this bed." I wiggle my ass, telling him it was okay, and he slowly thrusts into me. It hurts for a little, but then I find myself wanting more.

"Faster." Once he hears that, he takes his cock out and shoves it back in. He sets a steady pace. His breath is shallow, but he doesn't slow down for a moment. The idea of getting fucked doggy style never appealed to me, but the way his cock naturally curves into me makes me want to convulse. It's so good— too good.

"Say my name," he whispers lewdly into my ear.

"Jaebum." The idea of someone possibly hearing our moans, my screams, the intermingling of our pleasure only takes me higher.

A sharp pain on my ass suddenly wakes me from my stupor. Moaning, my toes curl in response.

"Fucking scream it like you were earlier."

"Jaebum!" He smacks my ass again and I hiss, but I'm seeing stars. His hand rubs the spot and I whimper.

"This is fucking amazing. Your pussy was made for my cock." His filthy words make my pussy clench around him. I feel myself getting closer and closer. He pushes my head down onto the bed. I raise my ass and spread my legs more, allowing him to reach deeper and deeper. The bed rocks back and forth at the force of his thrusts.

Jaebum spreads me open and suddenly reaches a spot that has me screaming. And he hits it over and over again. I pant and moan, so close I can taste my orgasm.

"Are you enjoying this? Knowing someone could walk by and hear you moan like the bitch in heat you are." My eyes roll to the back of my head.

"I'm close! I'm gonna cum!" He picks up his pace and slams into me. My hole is dripping with my juices and the sweat coming from us both. His hand reaches for my hair and pulls me up.

"Then do it. Cum!" My body feels like it's on fire. Even my throat is raw from screaming. "I want your filthy cunt dripping. Cum all over my cock like the cock slut you are." The force of my orgasm hits me like a freight train. With that last sentence, I feel myself falling over the edge. My body convulses and my wet pussy contracts around Jaebum's dick.

He still hasn't cum yet, so despite how tired I am, I try to help him reach his own. "Come on baby. I want you to cum inside my pussy. It's so wet for you." He moans loudly and speeds up— I didn't think it was possible —and my clit protests at the overstimulation. It hurts.

"Fuck. You're so hot. So hot. So wet. I could fuck your little pussy and never get tired." He leans over me, breath fanning on my neck. I turn to see his face, and I nearly cream myself. His fucked out and blinded by pleasure expression. His eyes are blown so wide they look black. They're clouded and lost in the ecstasy and I want to cum again. Jaebum bites down on my neck and I moan.

"Oh, baby—please!"

"Cumming again? Can't get enough of my cock, huh?" My eyes close and I feel his cock pulsing inside of me. "Scream my name. I want to hear it from that pretty mouth."

"Please cum inside me— on me I don't care just fuck me harder!" With one particularly hard thrust, I cum again. "Jaebum!" If no one in the hospital heard me the first time, then they could hear me that time. A loud moan falls from his lips as he leans over me, his frame swallowing mine. Jaebum thrusts a few more times and he follows, pulling out and cumming all over my ass and back.

He falls beside me and stares into my eyes. We slow our breathing and lie there peacefully, just watching each other. His fingers brush the sweat-matted hair from my face.

"You look so beautiful." I glow from his compliment and smile. He returns it and I blush, in awe of how beautiful he looks when he smiles. The edges of his eyes wrinkle as his eyes disappear beneath his eyelids. I've never been so happy just watching someone smile. And it makes me curious.

"How can you smile so cutely after you just got done mercilessly fucking me?" Jaebum laughs loudly, his mouth opening wide like a dinosaur. I feel my heart pound at how endeared I am. His laugh dies down and he looks at me in worry.

"I didn't hurt you at all, did I?"

"No. I really liked it..." Face burning, I hide behind my hands. Arms envelop me as I get pulled into his chest. He gently rubs my back and kisses the crown of my head.

"I'm glad." There's a warm silence the fills the air, but I feel myself enjoying it. In his arms, I feel so at ease, so at home. It's like a belonged here all along. To think I was afraid of him before. There's nowhere more safe for me than here with him. And I will never doubt that again.

"Why can't I come with you?" I bite my lip. He closes his eyes, arms crossed.

"It's dangerous. Did you forget that I'm still healing from when I got shot? Or did that casually slip your mind?" His tone is hard; he won't be budging anytime soon. Fiddling my fingers, I look up at him. He returns to looking at the file on Mr. Jung's mistress.

What if Ms. Kim shoots him again? What if this time it's fatal? Sweat forms on my forehead. I feel too attached to him. I've come to depend on Jaebum's resilience and unbreakable will.

Face taut with worry, I reach forward. I feel him tense once my arms wrap around his midriff.

"Please, Jaebum. Don't risk your life." Jaebum places a hand on my head to comfort me.

"You know I can't promise something like that, baby girl."

"Lie to me a little?"

"You know I don't like lying, either."

"Then make sure to catch that bitch and put her where she belongs." He bursts out laughing and I retract myself. His laugh makes me smile, too.

I will never doubt him.

He's been gone thirty minutes. And these 30 minutes have been hell on Earth for me. I can't stop gnawing on my pen and scribbling little tornadoes on my sticky notes. I've watered my cactus and poked myself a few times in my shakiness. Jinyoung isn't even here to calm me down, having gone with Jaebum along with a few more officers. My toes feel sweaty and cold all at once. I've taken six trips to the break room to drink water.

I stand up, about to take my seventh.

"Hey!" Mark calls my name, urging me into his office. I anxiously stand in front of his desk.

"Yes?"

"Your pacing is making me anxious," he smiles.

"Sorry. I'm really worried."

"I know you are, but you have to calm down. Jaebum has done much more dangerous things." I frown and look at the ceiling, holding back— some extremely childish, dumb, stupid, irrational —tears. It makes me frustrated with myself. Curse my own overthinking and my own anxiety. Without Jaebum or even Jinyoung, my emotions control me.

I hear Mr. Tuan sigh. "Jaebum would kill me, but I think if you don't see him yourself, you might faint and die yourself." At once I return my eyes to him, shocked. Is he insinuating...

"Mr. Tuan?"

"I believe Jinyoung left his police car in the lot. You know where the keys are, right?"

He is!

"I won't be covering for you. It's my position on the line," he tells me sternly. Nearly vibrating in a mixture of anxiety and joy, I bolt out of the office.

"Thank you, sir!"

He shakes his head and leans on his desk.

Once I get to the parking lot and plop into Jinyoung's car, I review the floor plans of Ms. Kim's house. She was a stupid criminal without much foresight. Her house is only three miles from the station. Which only increases my anxiety.

Forty minutes since Jaebum left. Anything could have happened. In the blink of an eye he could— I literally shake my head and throw the papers down before gripping the wheel. Calm down. Don't doubt yourself. Jaebum will be fine. He probably already apprehended her and has Mulgogi safe elsewhere.

I try not to let the dark cloud engulf me, but I can't control it.

And even if I called her foolish for not having any foresight, it didn't occur to me to bring some kind of weapon. When I encroach on her apartment, I find that there isn't anyone here. Not a single police car in sight. Eyebrow raised, I park in the lot and blink. I grab the papers from the passenger's side.

I'm in the right place.

The apartment is on the second floor: 297B. However, her car is nowhere to be seen. As a matter of fact, there isn't even one car in the lot. It's peculiar... very much so. The area isn't off limits to the public, really.

...What's going on?

I watch the police car pull into the lot, silent, just how I asked. Exhaling through my nose, I watch the apartment door. All clear thus far. Everything is going smoothly. We can take the cat still, for confirmation of what we've been told.

"They've arrived, Jaebum," Jackson tells me quietly. I nod.

After getting the inside from HQ that this was, in fact, an insurance fraud from a gang, we were forced to stay far from the apartment. To think that Kim Sungjeong was involved in this. Mr. Jung was a poor fool, tricked by a foxy escort. All just a convoluted ploy to take his money before killing him, not leaving a trace.

Tsking, I keep my radio near.

"I have a message for you, Inspector." I bring it to my face in an instant.

"Identify your station."

"Infiltration unit."

"Receiving well, report."

"My location is on the corner of Chigo and Gomae."

My blood becomes cold. That's near here. As in almost arriving. As in not here yet. As in, that car is not the infiltration unit.

"WHO THE FUCK IS IN THE PARKING LOT THEN?!" Jackson flinches from beside me, catching onto the problem quickly.

"Uh, sir-"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING?!" I can't even think about using code. That person is endangering their life. My heart is pumping. There doesn't need to be any more casualties— fuck, or deaths —than there's bound to be. This is gang on police force warfare. It's no longer a case of matricide. Leaning forward, I try to make out the police car number from the lot we are situated.

I can't concentrate; my vision is shaking.

"Jackson read that."

"It looks like...394." A three hundred series. Those belong to Mark's station.

"Fuck!" I slam my hand on the steering wheel, patience wearing.

"Don't get anxious, JB. Losing yourself won't help."

Practically growling into my radio, "Infiltration unit, relay a message to Lookout unit."

"Transmission completed, on standby, sir."Every second I sit is a second of building danger.

"Well?!"

"Relaying message... It's Jinyoung's."

"What..." I furrow my eyebrows. Jinyoung didn't take his car.

But my words, thoughts and breath stop in my throat.

I recognize those dainty hands and blue, pencil skirt even from a distance. My stomach drops to my feet once she is fully outside of the car. I'm so livid, livid at her stubbornness and lack of faith in me and the squad. Now she's in danger.

"Damn it all to fucking hell—fuck!"

Grinding my teeth, I grab my radio: "Going in, all units within radius."

Swinging the car door open, I sneak across the street to avoid revealing Jackson's position. But once I'm in the open parking lot I sprint. And she turns around, having the nerve to look shocked.

"Jaebum?" He grips my shoulders, anger pressed on his face.

"Do you know what you've done?" My shoulders begin to hurt from his harsh grip.

"Jaebum, you're hurting me..." I flinch. He softens and releases me. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, visibly trying to calm down.

"This isn't just a murder. Yes, Ms. Kim killed him, but she's an escort."

"What?"

"She's working for the Jajusaeg Nun gang as an escort. This was an insurance fraud and murder to steal Mr. Jung's money and frame his wife. That cat is the difference from an innocent woman being freed or locked up for life. Here." He gives me the papers with all the information they've gathered. I feel myself start to shake. Just what have I gotten myself into?

"Right now, we're in danger. For all I know, there's a sniper or something on our heads. This is gang on police warfare. Just being open in this parking lot is a risk. Let's move," he tells me as he grabs my hand and walks us near the apartments.

God. I'm so stupid. My knees barely hold me up. I don't really care if I die, but Jaebum... he's risking his life just by coming out of hiding to get me. I look up at him. Why can't I listen to him? He's always right. Not once has he steered me wrong and yet I'm here, putting our lives and potentially the rest of the officers' at stake. And I'm supposed to be a genius.

"Stay strong." He squeezes my hand. "I'm here. As long as you stay calm, we can figure out a safe way of getting what we need without anyone getting hurt."

And we are at the door of her apartment. My breath hitches. "Alright, I need you to crouch by the door and keep your eyes on our surroundings. If I scream, don't come inside-" I nearly choke on the knot in my throat. "-And report into my walkie-talkie. Jackson will be parked at the drugstore, tell him to bring back up." He unclips his walkie-talkie and gives it to me.

And then he takes his gun out of his holster. I only now notice how dizzy I feel and just how badly I want to turn back time to before I came to this lot. I hear him remove the safety. I steel myself. I have to. If not for myself, then for Jaebum.

He twists the knob; it's already open. His expression hardens. If anything, the fact that the door is open is worse than it being locked. They're expecting us.

"Seoul police. Come out now and no one will get hurt. We can settle this peacefully. This is your only warning."

The silence is deafening.

I could hear the creaking of the door, Jaebum's breathing and droplets of water from something leaking. My stomach flips when Jaebum starts walking in. I stare at him, eyes flitting wildly, hoping he'll feel my fear and return.

He doesn't and just continues deeper into the apartment. Once I can't hear his steps or breathing, I begin a mental scan of the apartment.

The walls are a white color with some overlapping paint, a sign of a poor paint job. The door has splintering wood; it has seen some wear and tear. It's surrounded by bushes and trees. A trail leads into a wooded area near the complex. It isn't a constructed trail, it's as if multiple people have gone back and forth through it. I take note of it mentally.

Outside of the apartment, there is a welcome mat. Oddly enough, the bristled mat has a wet spot. With curiosity overwhelming me, I swipe it with my finger. A clear, semi-sticky liquid. And then I bring it to my nose.

Kerosene.

I bolt out of my spot on the ground and see a small, almost invisible trail leading inside the apartment. Panic sets in and I throw what Jaebum told me to the wind. Running into the apartment, I look around the living space, my eyes and mind overwhelmed by the information overload.

Bags— black, full bags —litter the ground. It's obvious what is inside. On the counter, there are at least 7 pairs of keys. I grab a pair with a single key— likely the apartment key —and put it in my skirt for later. There's a recently used ashtray, the tip of a cigarette releasing the most minute traces of smoke. Ms. Kim never smoked. And the couches had stains.

Without a moment to think, I hear a gun cocking. I close my eyes and swallow my fear, emotions, everything.

A strange voice in my ear, "Should have listened to Mr. Strong Policeman, girly." My breathing picks up. "Scared, huh? Won't you turn around for me." I slowly do as he says, taking a moment to sneakily stuff the walkie-talkie into my sweater. It's a man I've seen on tv plenty of times. My expression morphs into fear.

"You..."

"I like that expression. I would gladly explore some more pretty faces, but I don't have time."

I only now notice Jaebum, who is silent as a lamb. He's perfectly fine, not a scrape on him, but then I notice why: he's staring at the lighter in Min Yoongi's hand. The notorious pyromaniac of Seoul's biggest gang. And he knows he has the upper hand.

"You have something I want." Yoongi suddenly grabs my throat, squeezing.

"W-what-?"

"Those papers! Give them to me." He lessens the pressure on my windpipe.

"I won't- give them to you." Jaebum tries to creep on him, but Yoongi flicks the lighter on.

"I hear you. Sit the fuck down like the dog you are."

Jaebum scowls.

"Growling like a mutt. Sad," Yoongi shakes his head. Then he returns to me. "Well, if that's the case, I guess I'll have to take you and the papers with me. Hm? How about it?" I shake in fear.

Yoongi twists me around and uses me as a shield. Jaebum raises his gun in that instant. Despite knowing Jaebum wouldn't shoot me, I feel lightheaded as I stare down the barrel of the gun.

"Don't shoot your girlfriend. Let's be civil." The lighter is flickering near my face.

"It was never civil."

"God, you're so fucking annoying. I need to take my leave." He drops the lighter directly on one of those kerosene lines and drags me along with him and outside of the apartment. The apartment very nearly bursts into flames. I watch on in horror.

"JAEBUM!" My throat rips out an agonizing scream. Yoongi pulls my arm almost hard enough to pop it out of its socket. We go into the forest, through that exact path I felt suspicious about earlier.

As I continue to distress in silence, Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Stop whining. I wish it was that easy to kill that guy." I stare at his back as I follow him. He casually juggles the lighter in his hand. His pants are loose around his lanky legs. But something catches my eyes about his gait. When he walks, he puts more pressure on his left leg.

It's no wonder he didn't try running from us as soon as he saw us. Or... did he know I had the papers? Speaking of, he lifts them up to read them on occasion, as if to absorb the information.

We soon appear in an area littered with cabins in several states of disarray. As we climb the steps of a cabin, I notice bullet holes in the walls and sections of frayed wood. I shiver, knowing that was a sign of Min Yoongi's activities.

He slams the door open and announces himself, "I'm here! And I brought the police info!"

I stand near the door, touching the wood with my fingers. It gives a little. The building is old and judging by the frayed wooden posts outside, would easily burn if the dry wood caught fire.

"Hey. Get over here. Can't have you running off." After I return to his side, a tall man appears.

"Good. I think we— Who is this?"

"Oh, her? Just some police girl. She was with Jaebum."

To think I'm in the middle of a gang's nest, standing in front of the rumored leader. It sends chills up my spine. I could die at any moment or be subjected to anything they decide to do. Namjoon eyes me with curiosity.

Yoongi hands him the documents and he looks through them absentmindedly before turning to me.

"What should I do with you, hm?"

"If you don't mind, I actually had something in mind."

"What?"

"Jaebum seemed real keen on keeping her alive. Maybe she has some value."

"I'm following."

"We could lure him out, rile him up and BAM—!" He flicks his lighter and stares at the flames before turning to Namjoon.

"As much as I like the idea of getting Jaebum off our backs, with these papers in hand, we have enough to settle Sungjeong's court case."

"Ugh. So boring."

"We can leave this area and find a newer and better hideout. Let's not get greedy."

"Fine." Yoongi crosses his arms. "So what do I do about her?"

"Make sure she doesn't get into trouble. Otherwise, it's not my problem." Namjoon leaves us in the entrance alone. Yoongi glares at me.

"I don't really care what you do around here. You don't seem real bright, though, so let me give you some rules." I flinch when he gets close to my face.

"Don't run off. I'll find you and you won't like it. Don't go snooping where you don't belong. Don't come into my room." I can only nod as a twisted smirk morphs into his face.

"Good."

God fucking damn it.

"Damn it all! Fuck!" I punch the hood of my car, growling. Jackson is talking to the SWAT unit, who are prepared to search the area and take prisoners.

But who's to say I won't go in there myself.

"Piece of trash, Min Yoongi." He stole the most important papers in our repertoire. Those documents had more than enough evidence to convict Ms. Kim of the crime. And the incredible bonus of locking up some Jajusaeg Nun gang members for assisting a murder.

And now they can trash them. Throw them away and throw away any case against Ms. Kim.

My little mouse isn't safe either. They could be doing anything and everything to hurt her and I can't do anything to stop it.

"Don't look so down, Jaebum." A hand lands on my shoulder. I turn to Jackson's face.

"She will be okay."

"How do you know that? You don't. She could die and an innocent woman could be locked up. There's so-"

"Always the pessimist. What happened to the JB that loved drinking with me and sneaking itching powder into the squad captain's boxers?" I laugh. Then I get worried all over again.

"It's in my nature to worry about things outside of my control."

"Maybe put more trust in her. She's smart. You say it all the time."

"Sir," Jinyoung comes up behind me. "The SWAT team will move in as soon as they are ready." Teeth clenched, I close my eyes and try to find some patience.

"We can't afford to wait so long!"

At this point, I can't even find it in myself to care about the gang, or the case or any information.

I want my little mouse safe and in my arms.

I may be very obedient at work, but these people are not my bosses. It's entirely out of character of me to be so bold, but my desire to please Jaebum overwhelms my sense of danger. Pathetic, I'd say.

So the moment I saw an opening, I took it. With Min out and about doing whatever it is he does, I explore the huge cabin.

The house is barely livable and there aren't any decorative or personal items to be found. I suppose gang members don't care for trivial things like that. The floors are old and I cringe and pray every time they creak.

I hear stomping down the hall and gasp, flitting my eyes to find somewhere to hide. The walls— the floor— the couch— the walls-! Nowhere!

Then I try to look as natural as possible. The gang is pretty big, I'm sure they won't notice a new person? But I'm still in uniform! As I panic, the stomping grows closer and the floorboards get louder.

A bright idea— a figurative lightbulb appears above my head —formulates. I remove my jacket and wrap it around my waist and rip off my name tag and division badge.

Just in time, a tall, thin man spots me as he comes into the hallway I'm in. He smiles and looks me up and down. His welcoming expression instantly sets me at ease.

"Hello! I'm sorry, but I can't recall who you are..." his face is long and he looks comfortable, as if he's not in a gang.

"Oh." I steady my voice, "I'm a new member. Yoongi brought me in today."

"Oh! That's nice. I'm Hoseok." I introduce myself and shake his hand.

Then another brilliant idea pops into my brain.

"Actually, Namjoon wanted to see me. Can you tell me what hallway his office is?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Really? Are you sure about that, little lady? Namjoon doesn't see anybody. And a newbie? Definitely not." He crosses his arms. "You better start talking," he warns, any semblance of kindness gone.

Although I'm sweating and my heart is pumping, I force myself to swallow.

"It's about Sungjeong. Yoongi actually found the police papers. I think it's about that."

To my relief, Hoseok is calm again. Smiling, he pats my head.

"Don't scare me like that, Missy! I thought we had an intruder. Yes. That's true. I just got informed about that."

"Yeah..."

"Alright. Follow me!"

I nearly can't believe my plan worked so well. Hoseok motions me to follow him down the hallway he just came down. Then he points to a big oak door at the end of the hall.

"Namjoon's office is that fancy door down there. I have somewhere to be. If you get lost, ask for me." And just like that, he's gone.

Shaking my head, I walk down the hall. As if it was that easy. Such simpleminded gang members. As I near the door, I press my ear against it. Nothing. Not even a pen writing.

Taking in the hall, I notice a huge plant beside the door. For the most part, the hallway is bare with the exception of the plant.

Testing my luck, I knock on the door and dash behind the plant.

Again, nothing. No one is in there. However, when I go to twist the knob, it's locked. Obviously. But a police force member must always be prepared. I grab a thick Bobby pin from my hair and easily unlock the door.

You would think a gang leader would have a more secure office.

I sneakily enter before locking the door. The office is impeccable, documents filed on all the walls. It almost looks like a police file room. This gang leader is obviously very intelligent and organized. Being too curious for my own good, I look through the files and find so many interesting things.

Drug deals, theft, auto theft, assassinations and everything under the sun. These people were serious. As much as I could take in all this information, I need to be fast. I pull out my phone and take pictures of everything and a few odd documents.

Despite Namjoon's capabilities as a gang leader, his greatest flaw was underestimating my own intelligence and cunning.

Okay, maybe I'm stroking my ego a bit, but I've finally used my intellect for something useful!

I walk around and find the document very easily. It's right on top of his desk, some glasses beside it. He was looking at it earlier. Not wasting another moment, I fold it up and shove it into my shirt. When I leave the room, I lock it again.

No one is in the hall. Until I hear stomping again, but this stomping a lot more aggressive and with an odd gait.

Min Yoongi.

My heart sinks. He finds me and his expression is absolutely livid.

"Why did I know you would be trouble?!" He glares at me and I come forward, awaiting whatever he decided to do. A hand appears around my throat, squeezing. My vision turns black.

"L-let go..."

"Sorry, not really." And then he squeezes more, some strange sense of satisfaction in his eyes. I can feel my eyes almost rolling back. Blood rushes to my head.

"You've caused me a lot of issues. What should I do to show you your place?" My body grows numb by the second, but just before I black out, he releases my neck to let me breathe. I instantly collapse and breathe deeply to regain the air I lost.

"You can't be left in here. You're going in the shed." The man grabs me by my wrist, grip hard and yanks me up.

Shed?! My blood runs cold at the idea. I have to escape. Somehow I have to. The halls are empty, the floors are creaking. Yoongi's grip is impossible to get out of. We twist around so many corridors that I can't even focus on where we are.

One of my hands is free though. And he has a limp. His lighter is hanging slightly out of his pocket.

That's my best chance. I look at the back of his head, but he's so livid and focused on where he's taking me that he can't concentrate on anything else.

Hands fast, I take it out of his pocket. I flick on the flame and throw the lighter on the ground, the augmented flames of his lighter easily catching the dry and old wood on fire. He falters and trips on his injured leg.

"Fuck!" The flames grow easily. Yoongi grabs his ankle and growls at me. I dash down a random hallway.

"Get back here!" Surely his screaming alerted someone. But I can't think about that.

My goal is an exit. I keep running, adrenaline pumping. It feels like a maze, but my mind is in hyper-focus, eyes scanning and taking in my surroundings quickly. I've never felt so much mental clarity. I pass an area I recognize. Instinctively I go through an entryway and before me is the main entrance. It feels so close.

"I knew it!" The voice is familiar. Taking a quick glance behind me, Hoseok is standing there, but I only keep running.

"Get back here!" My nimble legs carry me out of the house, off the porch, into the woods. The walking trail making it easy to follow.

But I can hear the grass moving around right behind me. Hoseok is fast and catching up. You can only run so fast in uniform.

"You're so fucking dead when I catch you!" My heart and blood are pumping in my ear. I can't think.

I don't think.

I only run.

The walk that seemed so long when I was with Yoongi earlier is nothing now at the speed I'm running. My jacket is pulled off my waist. Tears fall freely from my face. Hoseok is right there.

"Stop now and I won't hurt you too badly!"

I can't. I can't stop now. Not when I'm so close. The trees are thinning and I can see the parking lot. Thank goodness. Only a little more and I'm safe.

But to my horror, Hoseok tackles me to the ground. We struggle against each other to gain control of the situation. He punches me in the stomach and I cough, wretching from pain. Some blood spurts from my lips. Taking advantage, he pins my legs beneath him. Every time he reaches for my hand or arm I bite his hand hard and we go back to struggling.

Then I remember: the house key.

I spit on his face, the blood covering his eye and distracting him for an instant, but that's enough. I rapidly pull it out of my skirt and as Hoseok pins my left arm, I shove the key into his side. He doubles over in agony and I take the opportunity to push him off and run into the parking lot. It's empty, but I remember Jaebum's words.

"Jackson! The drugstore!"

In a mad dash, I jay-run across the street— a few cars honking at me as I nearly get run over —to the parking lot full of police cars and even a SWAT team vehicle. I nearly cry from joy when I see Jaebum leaning against his police car, back turned.

"Jaebum!"

He turns around so fast, disbelief written all over his face. But it morphs into relief and joy. His arms open and I slam into him.

"You're safe. Thank God."

Once I'm in the safety of his arms, I fall down to the concrete. My adrenaline is gone. Jaebum follows and cradles me, running his fingers through my hair.

And everything hits me all at once. Tears stream down my face. He whispers nothing of importance— but extremely comforting —into my ear.

I was in a gang's hideout. I was kidnapped by a pyromaniac. Who knows what he was going to do to me in that shed. And Hoseok, he was ready to kill me.

He continues comforting me until my tears dry.

"It's okay, baby girl. You're okay. I'm glad you're here. You're amazing. You got out by yourself. I'm so proud. You deserve to rest." Jaebum begins to reach under my legs to pick me up, but I stop him by pulling the papers out of my bra.

I have to get this off me before it falls into the wrong hands again. He takes them into his hands.

His eyes are wide as he asks, "The documents? How?"

After calming down, I sigh and clear my throat.

"I tried being bold for once. One way or another I had to try or I would die in the process, so I went into Kim NamJoon's office and took as much as I could."

Then, I grab my phone and show him the pictures, his expression more amazed with each one. He turns to me, surprise melting into unbridled pride.

Jaebum grins, eyes crinkling and eyes sparkling. It sends a warmth into my chest.

"You're amazing, baby girl. I always knew it." I look down sheepishly. He places his hand on my head.

"With this, we can clear Mrs. Jung of her name, arrest Sungjeong and get the justice everyone wants." He looks at the photos again shaking his head in shock.

"And this... I don't even know, but there is so much here. Maybe we can finally get some leads on the Jajusaeg Nun gang."

After turning off my phone, he looks me deep in the eyes. He takes a deep breath and shoves me back into his chest.

"Jaebum?" I return his embrace.

"You are something else..."

"I love you," I mumble. And that's the truth. I can hear him smile— as peculiar as it sounds.

"I love you, too." He sighs, "I'm so glad you're safe. That's what's more important to me." He grabs my chin and tilts my head toward him. I blush furiously, our breaths lingering. Until he finally brings my lips to his.

My eyes close. Just taking him in. I've never felt so safe anywhere else. Our lips meld like the colors mixing on a watercolor painting, a beautiful mess that creates a new color. The feeling of his lips doesn't get hot like the day at the hospital.

It's soft and full of promises of the future.

When my mind is a mess, he is there to add to it. But he's there to put an order to my whirlwind. When I want to put myself in my hole, he crawls in with me. He brings a ladder though. When my heart is on fire, he stokes the flame. But he's always ready to put it out.

He is my balance, but he is also my gunpowder.

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holy-kpop-hoe · 6 years ago

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Between Sea Foam || Part 2

Disclaimer: Welcome to something I like to call “Bangtan Tales”. Between Sea Foam is based on “The Little Mermaid” by Hans Christian Andersen and the Disney version with the same name.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Mermaid!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 2219

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You escape your prison and are now in a world you barely know, getting chased by people that will hurt you. You are happy for the storm that brought you to him.

(Big thanks to my girl @supersailorrapmon for being my beta for this chapter and my favorite girl @kpopcinnamonswirlroll for always being my beta and supporting me through this mess <3 Also a big thanks to @btssavedmylifeblr for saving me from the procrastination demon with her advice and kind words. Means a lot <3)

Prologue - Pt1 - Pt2 -

The rushing of a pair of shoes can be heard passing through the white and sterile hallways of the underground laboratory. The young man is slightly sweating, his thick-rimmed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He stops in front of a large door, puts his glasses in place and cleans his sweaty palms on his dark jeans. He lightly brushes his knuckles on the wood, a voice firmly responding on the other side. He goes in. "I'm sorry for the long wait, Dr. Young I-" "Did you find them?"

A tall woman in her mid-thirties stands by the thick glass windows that show the bottom of the aquarium outside. Big and small water specimens swim carelessly in the big manmade habitat, all living in harmony. She's dressed impeccably in a black pencil skirt and purple blouse, her dark skin covered in shades of blue and green due to the water on the other side of the glass. Her manicured hand is against the window, almost as if petting the big octopus that is glued to it on the other side. The woman turns with a frown at the lack of an answer. "So, did the Flotts find them or not?" "Ursula, the situation is..." he sighs. "...complicated." She turns away from the glass windows and walks in his direction. "Keep the names for the bedroom, Namjoon. You know better than this." she stops mere centimeters away, one of her hands lightly touching his chest. "Now, tell me - Where are they?"

Namjoon gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down at the motion. Her brown eyes are piercing his own, and he knows it's better to just tell her than try to get around the matter. "They tried to stop Mark Tuan and the subject, but the van they escaped in crashed into the ocean." Her eyes wide and he continues. "Mark's dead and they couldn't find the girl's body." Dr. Young turns her back to the man, taking a deep breath. A headache was starting to form and she rubbed her temples, trying to collect her thoughts. "Well, that's a shame. That boy was a wonderful professional. Such a pity that he couldn't split his work from his feelings." she walks to her desk and takes a seat, crossing her legs. "Tell the Flott's to track that mermaid down. Preferably alive." "Ursula, plea-" "Dr. Kim, I think we're done here." her stern look makes him impossible to talk back. "You can go back to your work." Namjoon looks at the face of the woman he loves but doesn't comprehend. He knows better than to stress her more than she already is. "Yes, Dr. Young." And he leaves. -------------- The first thing you notice is the smells. They hit you in a wave that makes you take a deep breath. You recognize the strong scents of human male and another one that belongs to an unknown animal. You're lying on something soft and comfortable. You freeze. Whispered voices make their way to your sensitive ears and you don't dare to move a muscle. Maybe they will go away if you just stay still. "Hey hey, I think she moved!" exclaims a deep voice. The whispers stop and you hold your breath, fearing the worst. "Are you sure?" sounds another male voice. "She seems pretty dead to me." A smacking sound and a protest make you flinch. Are they fighting each other now? "Shut up, brat." "Fine." he hesitated. "Are we leaving her just sit here like this, though? All wet, tits out, fishtail on our couch? Shouldn't we - I don't know - cover her up or something?" You now know that three men surround you. A pain in your shoulder makes you shudder, and you hiss only to stiffen when you notice what you've done. The silence now would be deafening, if it wasn't for the loud breathing of what you suppose is the animal you can't identify yet. You slowly open one of your eyes, quickly closing it when you see four shadows right in front of you. "Hey." his voice is soft, calm. "We're not going to hurt you, I promise. You're safe here.” You keep your eyes closed, but relax a bit. You stay there in silence for a few minutes, thinking of what decisions to make. You don't know these men, and your experience with humans, in general, is not something you want to go through again. They might hurt you, or worse. But you also don't have many choices. You'll have to face them either way. So you open your eyes. Three men and something big and furry are looking at you. You don't move, and neither do they. One of the men, the shorter one, gets closer to you, hands up to show you he means no harm. He's quite attractive, with his black hair and full lips. You wait for his next move, your tail flexing in case you need to use it. He doesn't get any closer though. "Hey, how are you feeling?" he waits for an answer that never comes. "We found you passed out in the middle of the storm, so I brought you to our boat. You're safe here." You keep looking. "Jimin...I don't think she wants to talk." said the brunette, tall one. He is beautiful, and you lose yourself in his fine features. You look at the other man or, should you say, boy. He doesn't look older than you. This one is pretty too, with shaggy raven hair, big eyes and thin lips. You notice the tired look on his face and signs of stress. You wonder if he's sick. "Maybe she doesn't speak human." murmurs the younger boy. "Do fish - mermaids or whatever - know human talk?" You huff and glare at him, offended. You're no fish! They notice your reaction and the one who spoke to you first, Jimin, giggles a light laugh. "She may not speak, but she definitely understands us." he looks at you. “Excuse him, Jungkook doesn’t know how to talk to a lady.” You relax a bit more, almost certain they weren't a threat. The tall one gets close to you, hand stretched out, offering you a blanket. "To cover yourself." he says, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I’m Taehyung, by the way.” You accept it, holding it against your naked chest. Suddenly, the big ball of fur next to them comes to life and approaches you, sniffing. You stare at it, not quite sure what to do. Jimin quickly grabs the animal, afraid it might do something to scare you. "This is Max, the one to see you first. He's a good dog." You smile at the animal you now know is a dog. You had seen dogs in videos that Mark showed you, but they looked nothing like this one. You extend your hand to pet him as you've seen people do, and Max happily accepts your hand, rushing forward to lick your face. You giggle and continue to pet him. The men are still looking at you, curiosity in their eyes. "I noticed you got a bruise there." says Jimin. "Can I see it?" You look at your shoulder, where a big scratch opened your skin enough to draw blood. The area surrounding it is red and hot to the touch. You give him a nod in affirmation and he gets a little closer to you, eyes focused on your wound. “It doesn't look that bad, and I don't think you'll need stitches.” his fingers lightly graze the skin around it. “But it definitely needs to be cleaned.” You shiver at the skin contact, looking at his face. People don't usually treat you kindly, besides some exceptions, but these men were taking care of you. A part of you was still fearing for their intentions, but there was nothing in them that made you alert. Jimin is concentrated on his current task, cleaning and disinfecting the cut. Taehyung and Jungkook watch from the side, not quite sure what to do. “Ok, it's all fixed.” says Jimin. “You should be ok now.” and stands, giving you space. You notice how the younger has his gaze focused on your tail, a slightly freaked out expression on his face. His gaze caught your eyes and he quickly looks at the ground, ears turning red. The other one looks at you in a mix of fascination and curiosity. “How is this possible…” you hear him whisper. “What happened to you?” he asks, this time aloud and directly at you. You close your eyes and sigh, memories coming back to you in full force, now that you try to remember what happened. Your memories are still foggy, but you can clearly remember that Mark was shot, lost control of the van and crashed. You remember the feeling of falling and the sensation of the freezing waters when you fell into the ocean. After that, it was only darkness. And now you are here, in a stranger's boat. You sigh and look at Taehyung, your eyes starting to tear. “Oh, right… you don't speak.” he looks around and grabs something from a near table. “Do you know how to write?” and shows you a notebook. You nod fervently, stretching your hands in his direction. They had taught you how to write at the lab. The man gives you the notebook and a pen and you open it on a blank page. You immediately start writing everything down. Your name, where you were locked up before and how you got there. Your final words: Help me. You hand him the book, and the three of them get together to read what you wrote, eyes widen at your words. “Oh man, holy shit, this is for real!” “Are you sure they'll be looking for you?” asks Jimin. “Maybe they'll think you died in the crash.” You shake your head no. You know she will never stop looking. -------------- Jimin is back on deck, looking at the after storm sky. They, fortunately, got to the marina not long after rescuing Y/N. The storm wasn't as bad as it looked and he was glad for that. Stars shine in the clean dark blue sky, the marina quiet at that hour of the night. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened. "It feels unreal, right?" says a voice from behind. Jimin turns around to give a faint smile at Taehyung that stops next to him. He had given his room to the mermaid, preferring to sleep on the couch, and the exhausted girl fell asleep not long after hitting the pillow. Jungkook had run to his room as soon as the excitement of the newcomer died off, leaving Taehyung and Jimin alone to reflect on the recent events. "It feels like a dream." Jimin laughs, fingers brushing his hair. "I have a fucking mermaid sleeping in my bed!" "We gotta watch our backs." laughs Taehyung. "Now is mermaids, next thing we know we have the Kraken trying to sink us." Jimin looks at the brunette with wide eyes, proceeding to punch his arm. "Yah, don't say that!" he laughs. "My grandpa would haunt us for the rest of our lives." "What are we going to do about all this though?" "Well, we have to protect her, of course." says Jimin. "I know a guy that can help us." "You know a guy?" Taehyung laughs. "A mermaid specialist or something?" "Well... you know Min Yoongi?" "Crazy Min! Are you serious?" he scoffs. "The guy is batshit crazy!" "Yeah, but I think he can help us. I'm going to ask around for him tomorrow." "Well, good luck on that." Both men spend the next minutes sitting on the boat limits, just looking at the night sky and enjoying the silence and the smell of sea water. Jimin decides to break the quiet. "I didn't forget our talk, so don't get too comfortable." Taehyung lowers his head and stands up. "I think I'm going to bed." "Hey hey hey, not so fast!" Jimin grabs him by the elbow, making the other man stop and gaze at him with an annoyed look on his face. "C'mon Taehyung, just cut the shit." "Jimin, I said it before, it's none of your business." he tries to pull his arm from Jimin's grasp, but he doesn't let go. "I swear to God I will punch you, let me go!" "So tell me." he lets go. "Please, Tae." Taehyung closes his eyes and grunts in frustration. "Look, I don't know either ok?! One time we were good and the next time I see him he hates my guts." They lock eyes. "Happy?" "Not really." Jimin shrugs his shoulders. "There's something you're not telling me." "You're insufferable, you know that?" he's serious, with a shadow of a smile on his lips. "One of my best qualities, if I say so myself." says Jimin with a smirk. Taehyung turns his back and walks inside the sailboat. "Goodnight, asshole." "Yeah, you know you love me." his expression turns serious. "But Tae, for real, I'm not letting this go until you either tell me what's going on, or you fixed it. I want my friends back." Taehyung stops but doesn't turn. "Curiosity killed the cat." he sighs. "Goodnight, Jimin."

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isakwon · 7 years ago

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Torrent Nightmare

Pairing: Mark x Reader x Jackson

Genre: Fluff, suggestive but not smutty

Inspired by: Jasmine Cephas Jones’s “Say No To This”

Summary: He thought you were having an affair behind his back until he woke up.

The plane was ready for the passengers waiting in line to board on. You and your boyfriend Jackson are wrapped up in each others embrace. Jackson counted the days on the calendar to his tour in Thailand , now he is leaving three days in advance. You understood how performing was a living for him, and no matter how far he would go you’d always support him. Except the tours were usually short now this time he would have to work on this tour for 90 days. Jackson pulls his head away to meet your gaze pouting his lips like a puppy, you twirled a lock of his hair as you smile softly.

“I’ll miss you.” His little whine wasn’t something he showed off, he felt guilty about leaving you by yourself.

“It’ll go by fast you know how time is.”

Jackson continues pouting his lips, as he tightens his arms around you. “Once I get back I promise I’ll spend all my time with you. We’ll have all the time to ourselves just kicking back and be as fat as we can with all the chips and soda, whatever saves our allowance.”

You smirk, “Once you get back, I’m going to start going to the gym with you. I’ve been looking kinda chubby when I saw myself in the mirror at work.”

“Ay, I like my woman regardless especially with a little meat on her bones.”

You laughed aloud and with that, both of you bid goodbye with a kiss on the forehead.

A month later…

Jackson’s first stage performance ended. As soon as he arrived at the hotel room Jackson removes his face mask and reaches for his phone, thinking of you and how you’re doing. He falls on the giant fluffy bed, unlocking the screen and sliding his finger on the pop up keyboard. He taps the send button on the screen making sure to hear that ‘swooping’ noise before allowing himself to instantly fall asleep.

“There’s nothing like summer in the city…Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty.” -Leslie Odom Jr.

The night was getting older as the street lamps automatically turned on and the sky was growing darker. You thought working double hours throughout the next few months could help you get certified, so your boss agreed to let you take some paperwork home.

You hadn’t slept in a little over a week, you were bright eyed and bushy-tailed, willingly to take the stress. Now you’re filled with regret,fatigueness, bitter black coffee, you were more in need of a break.

Jackson wouldn’t be back until another three months. Other than your untouched bed, you longed for his back hugs and his sweet-yet also annoying aegyo-even if he only did it while drunk.

“It would be nice to have him here.” You say.

His arm would be wrapped around you, watching a movie on the loveseat together, the both of you relaxing from both physical and mental exercising. Suddenly, your phone makes a ‘ding’ sound, you lift it up and a message from him appears on the screen.

9:29 p.m. Text Messages:

Jackson: Hey Baby, just checking up ,I miss you <:(

You smirk at the at the text.

…

He could move no more than a foot, nor speak a word. All he did was stand outside the door with another unknown man beside him.

…

Your thumbs fumble over the screen when suddenly three knocks on the door startles you with a whip of your head. You check the time on your phone, 9:30 p.m.

You get up from your chair, after yawning once again and stretching your back, as you walk to answer the door-with a hint of suspicion.

People from work, your friends and your Dad knew how hard you were working but they didn’t know about the all-nighters-they all assumed you’d be hitting the hay before sunset. As you unlock the door and pull it open, that’s when you see Mark Tuan from Department 3.

Looking at the man from head-to-toe, wondering, ‘Why is he here?’

All around the office Mark Tuan was another skyscraper with an outstanding IQ, most likely to become C.O.O or right chairman of his department. He was calm in the most difficult cases, trustworthy, but naive on the other hand.

Other male associates either admired or envied him, the female associates perk their shoulders up at his name. The very first time you saw him…he may have been-just may have been the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.

You and Jackson just started dating at the time, and you rarely ever talked to Mark,he probably never remembers the sound of your voice nor you with his voice.

It was definitely not the first time he attracted a woman’s attention at first sight, but he never realized the many times his eyes stayed put towards your direction, nor the nervousness around you before. Even right now he’s trying not to break a sweat.

Mark greets you with a sincere smile.

“Good Evening Y/N. How are you?” He says lowly.

You greet him back with a sincere smile.

“Mr. Tuan, I’m pretty good. How are you?.” You whisper.

“I’m so sorry to come at a time like this, but I’m missing several files so I called the chairman and he told me about accidentally handing them to you.”

“Files?…Oh yes I have them!”

You walk over towards your desk,stacking the papers neatly. Mark stands at the foot of the door with both of his hands in front of him.

“P-Please c-come in.”

“There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it.”

Mark takes them from your hand, your feel a bit of heat rise on your cheeks as he smiles sweetly at you; some reason you can only shyly glance back at him.

“Thank you Y/N,” “You worked on all these and you really jotted down everything correctly. I’m quite impressed.”

‘Correctly? After 72 hours of scribbling and erasing those three packets of listings, appointments, open houses, leasing forms and commissions I’ve never seen before; I had everything on them done right?’ You sigh contently to yourself feeling a strip of pride within you, Mark keeps the smile on him.

“You did an amazing job. Broker Yang would surely raise your status higher.” He says, “I always knew you are a super smart person.”

You try hiding your shy grin. “Uh Thank you. The small giggles die down to an awkward silence. Mark fidgets with his earlobe. “I understand how you’re very busy with the job and trying to very hard to get certified,” He blushes brazenly, half of the place was dark so luckily you didn’t notice. “But I’d like to-I mean-I’ll..” He mumbles.

“Sorry?”

“I-! I can buy you a meal or, or anything to drink?” Mark had been asked out by various people on a date or for a drink but he’d politely turn them down. Right now he forgot the last time he asked someone out for anything. You don’t speak at first. “Um…”

He quickly shakes his head, “As a way of saying thank you” No matter how much attention he gained, he was afraid of rejection himself especially from you. “And how sorry I am that you just did six months worth of mortgages that I was supposed to do.” He interrupts.

Jackson turns his head in his pillow.

He laughs nervously sliding his fingers in his coat pockets.Your eyelids drop down as you politely smile. You say, “Okay.”

Thankfully, instead of now bland instant noodles with heavy soda or bitter coffee, like you presumed, Mark takes you a block away from your apartment bringing you to parked food truck vendors. The block was lively active so many pedestrians and lit up mason jars dangling tree to tree, about twenty trucks of an entire earth of foods.

You had isolated yourself for so long between home and work, now you’re back in the outside world, you almost forgot how going out felt relaxing and inviting. You felt so alienated only a small block of the area you lived in was like you were touring a street in a new country.

“They didn’t accept debit so, I only had enough to buy a full plate of just for you.” He sits next to you on a curb while handling the bottles of lime soda after insisting on sharing the tacos.

Mark lets you alone for a moment leaving you on the spot a reminder comes to mind when realizing you haven’t responded to the message earlier. Your hands go through your pockets but you realized you left your phone on the desk. You curse under your breath &”Jackson was probably really occupied at the moment. ”Y/N.”

Mark comes back holding a smoothie in a large glass out before you. You flicker between the handsome smiling face and the glass.

He generously smiles at you unable to hide the pink in his cheeks when your fingers graze upon his when you accept the smoothie telling Jackson how he’s too kind.

Meanwhile Jackson remains asleep in the bed. His eyes scrunch open, turning on his stomach in bed and drifts back to sleep.

You lift your lips off the straw turning your head to Mark after being asked if you’re seeing anybody. His expression looked innocent and he scooted back a bit laying his hands on the concrete. “Yeah,I..well…”

You clear your throat, “I actually am…having something with someone for about almost a year.” Your relationship was more likely a restart you and Jackson had been on and off for that year. He began going on the road with his friends and his music more often a real disadvantage to have a relationship, too risky to be considered an “official” couple.

He wanted to make it work between you two, he begged for forgiveness after finding out him and another young woman getting a little tangled with each other. The morning after Jackson pounded on your front door begging for you to open explaining how he wasn’t drunk just had a few drinks and the girl was the one toxicated, nothing went further than a back hug and never meaning to hurt you. His friends stood on his side with his innocence while understanding your ‘jealousy’ at the time.

Mark nods his head looking at the street life ahead without another word, parting his lips like he wanted to ask anything more. It was getting awkward again as you lift your lips off the straw.You ask, “Are you?” He smirks ahead of him before turning his attention to you again.

…

The blanket slid off his shoulders bundling around his hands keeping them warm except for his foot poking out. The temperature set in the room was at a low number however he felt a drop rolling down his temple.

….

Mark looks at you the entire walk home,“I actually never dated before.” His response struck you like lightning how is someone so very attractive single for his life?

“Really?”

“Well, I did have something with someone too, however it was complicated then. She was my very first date, she had a liking to me and I thought she liked me back as much, but after a few weeks of seeing each other she treated me wrong in many ways.”

“What were the things that she did if you don’t mind me asking?”

He looks down to his feet holding his hand up to his head. “For starters, she nearly tore my hair off literally.”

Your eyes stretched wide open.

“There was one time we were eating at a beach themed place and I accidentally spilled a drink on the table. Luckily it wasn’t big yet she pulled my hair and yelled at me for ‘getting her new sweater wet’. Not a drop was on her, thankfully we were the only ones on the patio and no one watched it happen.”

You exhale, “And so, because of the way she treated you, you weren’t considered a couple to you?”

He nods looking back towards you.

“I’m sorry..”

You arrived at your door inserting the keys in the hole You eyes remain on Mark most of the time neither of you able to contain the shy grins, you kept thinking how creepy you must’ve looked the entire time. Out of nowhere, you felt the need to possibly pay manners back, what you think of doing and are about to do heats your face entirely.

“No, no, Y/N the pleasures’ all mine.” His brows knit upwards holding his palms out before him keeping the smile. He’s stopping the twenty bucks in your hands whacked out your pocket.

“No,no, you’re being so kind in buying me lunch and I just have to do something in return, I really-”

“Y/N..it’s okay.” He blushes lightly and you both snicker as you put the money away. He tilts his head a little thinking if he should head back home your chin stuck in your neck.

“If you do need help on any uh..paperwork you can always ask me and we can work on it during our Lunch hour.”

He holds his earlobe, fondling with it again.You look at each other for a bit not saying a word suddenly making the atmosphere awkward around the apartment-which was more like a dorm. Nothing but a small room with a bed in the living room which led straight to the tiny play kitchen and the small bathroom with a closet inside as the only other room.

You clear your throat before stuttering, “Actually there were a few details that I was going to ask the Chairman about but if you don’t mind staying I could use help now.”

Mark accepts your little request sitting beside you. “Sure.”

“She turned red, she led me to her bed, let her legs spread and said…” -Lin Manuel Miranda

“Steven thinks business is all about style which is true, but the top priority is our guests, our buyers who come to us.”

“The way Steven treats them was never to my liking nor do I think anyone else’s. His sarcasm towards Julia is so vicious, how does she still treat him as if he isn’t her junior?”

The conversation started with sending files to correct residents and customer service now you two are talking smack about the people that are disliked in your departments. Mark had never seen you smile before. Smiling widely that is, the ones he did see before were petite and polite. The ones he sees now are genuine that stretched eye to eye showing the top row of her teeth. Your eyes were like upside down crescents, the lamp’s light reflected in her orbs and he learns that she has a single dimple. The more you two exchange smiles and jokes to one another the faster their heart beated and the more their timidating desires increased.

All of a sudden you’re more than close to Mark’s face, he stares at you completely shocked nothing came out of him much like how you are right now only face inches away, taking your hands off his face. You’re silent on the outside but in your mind all you can say is “Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!” now your face is beet red. You had just pulled his face to yours, sucking the next breath out of him.

“I-uh-I am so so sorry Mar-er, Mr.Tuan I don’t-”

You get cut off by Mark with his mouth crashing against yours and you instantly flutter your eyes close and you begin to follow his actions. His lips massage yours gently, butterflies breach in your stomach and the kiss rapidly heats up causing a few little mewls transporting from him to your throat. p>

Her lips were plump and the flavor of them were savory, he doubted kissing them again would happen, so he began to take full advantage. He slowly steps forward while you step backwards, holding onto his arms.

The way he used his index finger to stroke your cheekbone makes the blood in your cheek rush rapidly. His hands grasp the hem of your shirt.Your lips never detached as he moves his hand flat on your back, his other hand trails down your back stopping at your upper hip at the same time. You pull him down to kiss him deeper, scratching the hair on the back of his neck, scratching the hem of his hair. You use your teeth to gently pull his lower lips, earning a moan from him.

…

And all Jackson could do was watch. He couldn’t move, he tried to speak, to yell, but nothing came out. He wanted to run before them to shove them off each other, to punch Mark but all he could do was watch his girl and the scene play in front of him. Watching the guy’s thumb draws small circles on her temple shriveled his skin, his throat held a choking pain.

She would’ve told any stranger, ‘No’, to get out of her face if he wasn’t respecting her. He waited and waited for Y/N to come to her senses and push Mark away.

...

Once you removed Mark’s jacket, he loses grasp of you, grazing lips against each other as he tore off his buttoned up polo shirt. His bare arms were masculine and structured nicely it surprised you how such arms hid under his long sleeve dress shirts worn at work. “I wish I could’ve been yours.” You gasp at his sentence as soon as he catches your lips again. You gripped his shoulders leaving little nail marks on him and your breath hitched in your throat. Hearing their moans back to back repeatedly throughout the night.

...

Y/N was infatuated by someone who wasn’t him He was being ignored completely, it boiled his skin as he tightens his closed eyes. “Pathetic.”

Jackson opens his eyes and he finds himself in a familiar room with his head down on something soft. He wanted to be resting on top of Y/N’s hair inhaling the scent that lingered on him and exhaling with relief, his arm hugging her waist as he pulls her in closer. Lifting his head up to get a short glimpse of her face, but once his vision cleared he let go of the large pillow whom he thought was Y/N. He got up in sitting position, he ran his fingers through his damp hair then looks around the hotel room. “Y/N!”

He reaches for his phone thats charging once he pressed the on/off button he still doesn’t have a text back. She sent him a picture of her desk scattered with paper above a text banner saying, ‘I regret this now. I’d rather have your hugs’ sided with a crying face. He exhales he notices that the picture she sent had been sent yesterday.

Meanwhile, the same word was moaned back and forth, in the entire little condo. “Y-yes.”

“Yes.”

“Yes”

Mark wasn’t able to stop his finger from stroking your cheekbone because you held his wrist up, loving the way it moved side to side and in rainbow like motions. His long smooth looking skin was wet and covered with fresh red spots on one side something that he began to work on now. He stops and gazes up at you, “So god damn beautiful.”

No.

He asks, “May I?”

Even in the most personal moments he’s still too nice. Instead of saying ‘shut up’ you say, “Yes..” He ghostly traces an upside down crescent over your collarbone. “Yes.”

No.

Your palms spread over his hovering firm torso there was a fiery erratic beat of a heart and you knew it wasn’t from you. It couldn’t last long. Mark pants against your skin at the crook of your neck.

And finally…

“Ah! Yes!”

“Y-Yes!”

-Fin...

A/N: Not much to say but Thank you SO very much for reading! Please lemme know what ya’ll think <3

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ifreakinglovewritingsomuch · 7 years ago

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REQUESTS

I will write One Shots, Drabbles, preferences/reactions, fake texts conversations/video, ships and series for following Fandoms/Characters/Stars.

KPOP

BTS: Kim Namjoon/ Min Yoongi/ Kim Seokjin/ Jung Hoseok/ Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung/ Park Jimin

EXO: Kim Min Seok/ Kim Jun Myun/ Zhang Yixing/ Byun Baek Hyun/ Kim Jong Dae/ Park Chan Yeol/ Do Kyung Soo/ Kim Jong In/ Oh Se Hun,

BIGBANG: Kwon Ji Yong/ Dong Yong Bae/ Choi Seung-hyun/ Kang Daesung/ Lee Seung Hyun

BLACKPINK: Jennie Kim/ Lalisa Manoban/ Kim Ji Soo/ Park Chae Young

KARD: Matthew Kim/ Kim TaeHyung/ Jeon SoMin/ Jeon JiWoo

GOT7: Im Jae Bum/ Mark Yi En Tuan/ Jackson Wang/ Park Jin Young/ Choi Young Jae/ BamBam/ Kim Yu Gyeom/

STRAY KIDS: Bang Chan/ Jang Jeongin/ Hwang Hyunjin/ Kim Seungmin/ Han Jisung/ Seo Changbin/ Lee Felix/ Kim Woojin/ Lee Minho/

OTHERS: Jay Park/ Wu Yifan/ Lu Han/ Huang Zitao/ Song Min-ho

MONSTA X/ SEVENTEEN/ RED VELVET/ DAY6/ THE ROSE/

TV SHOWS/ MOVIES

Supernatural: Dean Winchester/ Sam Winchester/ Castiel/ Lucifer/ Gabriel/ Balthazar/ Meg/ Charlie/ Kevin/ Michael(Johns vessel)/ John Winchester/ Crowley/ Henry Winchester

Doctor Who: 10th/ 11th/ Clara/ Master/ Captain Jack/

Sherlock BBC: Sherlock/ Moriarty/ John

Star Trek (2009): Kirk/ Bones/ Spock/ Scotty/ Zulu/ Chekov/ Jayla/ Khan

The Originals: Klaus/ Elijah/ Kol/ Rebecca/ Davina/ Macel/ Freya

The Vampire Diaries: Damon/ Stefan/ Enzo/ Bonnie/ Elena/ Alaric/ Kai

Marvel: Captain America/ Tony Stark/ Hawkeye/ Black Widow/ Scarlett Witch/ Peter/Pietro Maximoff/ Magneto(jung)/ Charles Xavier(jung)/ Loki/ Thor/Spiderman/ Harry Osborn/Sam Wilson/ Ant-man/

Riverdale: Archie/ Jughead/ Betty/ Cheryl/ Veronica/ Kevin/ Toni

Gotham: Bruce/ Selina/ Jerome

Arrow: Oliver Queen/ Thea/ Roy Harper/ Felicity Smoak

Star Wars: Han Solo/ Leia/ Jyn/ Cassian

Game of Thrones: Danerys/ Jon/ Rob

KDRAMA (actors): Lee Jong suk/ Ji Soo/ Seo In-guk

(I won't write for the ones that are crossed out, mainly because I am not up to date with the show/movie/fandom or because I feel like I don’t know enough about it right now. If u still want to request, I can try my best but not promise anything.)

I write about the actors and actresses as well.

I write:

>(male/female) character/star x (female/male/gender neutral) reader (If u don’t tell me specifically which gender I will probably write female.)

>any ships (as long it isn’t incest and no crossover ships)

>FLUFF

>smut (ähm…I will try my best, mostly gay smut...)

>angst (maybe not to extreme angst and I don’t like character death.)

>AU/Alternativ Universes (Anything you can think of)

>Crossovers (but no crossover ships)

How to request:

One Shot: Just tell me which character/star x which gender or ship and what should happen.

Drabble: Character/Star/Ship + Number (Drabble list)

Preferences/Reactions: Groupe/Show/Movie + what should happen (example: Exo reacting to their crush confessing their love for them…)

Fake Text Conversation: In form of a video or image. Character/Star/Ship and what it should be about.

Ships: How to request here!

Korean Famous Request Thingy: Read more here

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Thats it I guess if you have more questions feel free to aks me. :)

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minathelast · 8 years ago

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Intertwined(Part 4)

//Part 1// //Part 2// //Part 3//

Author’s note: This became longer than expected lol

Songs:

Again & Again - keane

Misguided ghosts - paramore

Goodbye in Her Eyes - Zac Brown Band

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung(GOT7)

Word Count: 1900+

Genre: Angst

I give my tiny bedroom one last look, making sure I didn’t to forget anything important. It funny how I can fit all of my most prized possessions in one small suitcase. Concluding that there was nothing left for me in this closet of a room, I pick up my suitcase and closed the door behind me. I truthfully didn’t know where I was supposed to end up today but going upstairs and eating something is a start. I slip past other servants, feeling out of place with my different shade of clothing. Already feeling like a stranger among people I known my whole life. I found my way to the stairs that lead to the kitchen and started climbing, thinking I will not be returning to the basement for a long time.

I open the door to the kitchens and an odd sight stops me in my quest to find breakfast. Mostly everything was in place, the head cook dealing out duties for the day, cooks firing up the stoves, servants setting out the china for the day. But one thing that caught my eye was Jackson and the man he was having a conversation with. This man was dressed in male equivalent of the clothing on my body. He was in nice suit pants, a white shirt with the sleeve rolled up to just below the elbows and a black vest that matches his pants perfectly. His tie was the same shade of my dress and tied perfectly. His hair looks like he showered on a regular and not one hair was out of place. It was brown and his smile was soft. I walked slowly over to my friend and this stranger, trying to pick up what they were talking about.

“So you worked with the royal family your whole life?” I slipped beside Jackson

“Yes my mother was a nanny to the princes,” the man replied with a smile. He glanced away from Jackson and into my eyes. I was taken back by how I was already finding myself trusting this man. ”ah you must be the girl I’m looking for. Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that would be me.” I bow to him. I hear him chuckle. I look back at him, wondering if I have already messed up.

“Sorry, you don’t need to bow to me we are the same rank now. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mark Tuan and I will be training you.” he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I took it with a faint redness creeping upon my cheeks.

“It nice to meet you. Sorry, I’m not used to my new rank yet.” I let go of his hand and gripped onto the suitcase again. he had the air of a gentleman

“It is quite alright, but we must get going, I have much to teach you and we need to get you settle into your new room.” he smiled at me again and turned himself to Jackson. “It was nice talking to you Jackson, I hope we run into each other again.”

He placed a hand on the small of my back and leads me out to the large main hallway of the castle, on the way taking my suitcase out of my hands. The main hallway of the castle wasn’t really a hallway, it was more of a large room. At one end were the huge front doors, always guarded. On the left side, there were doors that lead off to the library, large sitting area and other rooms I never been in. On the right side were the kitchens and the large ballroom that connected to the kitchen and the gardens. Finally at the end of the large room was a large staircase that splits half way up into opposite directions. Mark leads me up the stairs and to the royal family living area.

“So how are you feeling today? Sleep well?” I was taken back by these question. No one above me has ever asked me how I was feeling.

“I’m feeling okay, a bit nervous though.” I decided this was a man I could be a little honest with.

“Don’t be nervous, if you inherited any of your mother talents, you're going to do just fine.” My mother?

“You knew my mother?” I ask quietly.

“As a child yes, My own mother was her best friend.”

“Really?”

“She would watch over me when I was young when my mother was fulfilling her duties and couldn’t take me with her. I remember she was kind and never raised her voice against me. She would let me draw and sneak me sweets sometimes.” my brain couldn’t function with this new information. Here stood a man I only met moments ago, who known and spent time with my own mother. Who I never got to meet. I stop right in my tracks, catching my breath and trying to stop the tears that were threatening to spill over. Why was I crying? Was I jelous?

“Are you okay?” Mark had stopped and turned around when he noticed I wasn’t following

“Yes, sorry I don’t know what came over me.” I wiped away the tears, as I saw Mark coming closer.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he brought his free hand up and started to rub my arm in comfort. “ I just thought you would want to know more about her.”

“No, it's okay, people just never talked about my mother. Even my father didn’t like talking about her a lot.” I wiped the last tear away and gave a smile back to mark. “Thanks you for telling me.”

“Are you sure?” I give him a nod and we set off again to the royal quarters. He placing his hand on my back again.

The royal living area made up about half of the second floor( the other half, I had no clue). It was complete with a dining area, studies, bedrooms and a few common areas for the family. The servant quarters were set just to the side of them equipped with a few bedrooms, an office for the head of the staff(which I learned was mark’s father) and even a small kitchen for making tea and small snacks. I also learned that I would be sharing a room with two other maids. As mark lists off more details, I found it harder and harder to keep up. He stopped in front of a door and looked back at me.

“I know it all seems daunting but it will come with time. Trust me.” He turns the knob and pushed the door open. “Welcome to your new home.”

Mark led me down a small hallway and stop again in front of an another door. I look at a piece of paper that was pinned to the door and it read the names of two other girls and my own.

“Now you not going to have time to unpack, so just leave your suitcase on your bed and you can unpack tonight.” I give a small nod to him and open the door. The room was small but compared to my old room, it looked giant. There was a bunk bed on one side of the wall and another bed on the other. I suppose the bed without sheets was mine. I quickly place my suitcase down and walk back out the small room.

“Hold on.” mark turned me to face him and tugged a bit on my hat. “ it was a bit lopsided, you want to make a good impression on Jinyoung I hope.”

“I’m already meeting him?”

“You’re going to help me get him ready for the day. It will be a part of your daily duties.” mark started to lead me down the small hallway again. “I'll be with you the whole time, you will be fine”

Mark knocked quietly on a door and after waiting a few moments, let himself in. I follow behind, trying to keep myself hidden behind mark tall frame. Jinyoung was sitting up in his bed, reading a paper with others scattered around him. He brow was furrowed and he wore a frown. I have only been in his room once before. It was quite huge compared to my own. He had bookcases lining the walls and a large desk in the corner. There was a small hallway that connected to the bathroom and his closet and a pair of french doors that led onto the balcony.

“Hey mark, I was wondering when you were going to show up. These stupid reports are giving me a headache. I think I’m going to take my breakfast in my room today. I really don’t want to deal with my mother antics this mor-” Jinyoung had finally put down the paper in his hand and look over to where mark and I were standing. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is your new maid, miss Y/L/N” mark took a step to right and nudged me forward. I bowed quickly to avoid his eyes.

“Oh umm, it nice to meet you.” at least Jinyoung was smart enough to pretend we never met before.

“Yes I will-” mark was interrupted by an another knock. Mark turn around and opens the door. It was another servant. She quickly leaned up and whispered something in mark’s ear. They exchanged quick conversation and the other servant turns to leave.

“I must go take care of something real quick. Y/N do you know how to make a bed?” I nod quickly. “Perfect I want you to make Jinyoung bed while I’m away.”

Mark turns to the door and closes it behind him. It was quiet for a moment. But Jinyoung breaks the silence, he always does.

“So you're my new maid. This is just perfect.” he leans himself back in his bed and lets out a sigh. “I mean it could be worse.

“How could this be worse?”

“You could be my brother’s new maid.” he opens his eyes and looks at me with a smirk on his face. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and let out a true laugh.

“Man I was completely content with Mark serving me. I guess this is just going to make my life a bit interesting.”

“So you weren’t the one who set this whole thing up?”

“Nope, I respected that fact you wanted to move on. I alway try to give you what you want. I suspect this is my mother doing. She never liked the fact I was friends with Mark, a servant boy.” I felt a little better knowing Jinyoung had nothing to do with this.

“Well, there no point dwelling on this. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not.” I sighed out

“I mean I going see you every day, so I like that part but it does make this whole moving on business a little more difficult.”

“Doesn’t help you talking like that either.” I spat back at him. feeling the last couple of day become too much. “I don’t want to be here. I want to be back in the kitchens. Where you’re just a memory. I’m here because I have to be. I’m a servant so I must serve. So please move so I can make your stupid bed.”

Jinyoung was surprised at my sudden outburst and started to quickly grab at the papers around him. He slipped out of his bed and walked over to his desk, whispering something about being sorry. I move over to his bed and started to gather the sheets. I could already tell this was going to be a long day and breakfast wasn’t even over.

Mark is such a sweetheart in this. As always I hoped you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it!!<3

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What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

Mark Tuan X Reader

Word Count: 4.5K

Genre: Fluff (Jealous boyfriend Mark)

Summary: You and Mark have just started dating a little over a month ago and he made a vow to himself that he would allow you to take your relationship at the pace you are most comfortable with. With that being said, he has yet to make plans with you for New Year’s Eve assuming that you might already have a party to attend. After transferring to the company you’re currently working at, it didn’t take him long to notice how popular you’ve become amongst your colleagues; especially your male coworkers. It wasn’t till he heard more and more people inviting you to their gatherings did he realize that he was extremely jealous at the thought of someone else spending time with you on such a special day.

A/N: Based on the song by Clay Aiken “What Are you Doing New Year’s Eve?”

Maybe it's much too early in the game Ooh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same What are you doing New Year's New Year's eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night Welcoming in the New Year New Year's eve

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose I'd ever be the one you chose Out of the thousand invitations You received

Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance Here comes the jackpot question in advance: What are you doing New Year's New Year's Eve?

Mark was not the jealous type—well, he never used to be. He hardly ever had a reason to. All Mark really ever cared about was his family, his friends, his dog Milo and his video games.

If someone at work had gotten promoted or his manager would praise them for their hard work in front of all the employees in their field, he would congratulate them personally. If he was playing games online and one of the other players on his team were to lead the group to victory, he would cheer them on in excitement.

However, watching one of his closest friends get a little too friendly and exceedingly close to you—he could feel his blood pressure rising. Ever since the day you were first introduced to one another; you captivated his heart in ways he never thought was possible for someone like him.

You made him feel like such an amazing, wonderful and most important person in the entire world. You’ve changed his perspective on relationships completely—he knew you were going to be someone special in his life.

Little did he know—you were going to be his main priority, the number one source of his happiness, the first thing on his mind when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about before he goes to bed. Around three months ago, you transferred over to his company after moving to California with the intention of getting better housing and work opportunities.

Since you were already working for the same company back home, you were used to the job and the responsibilities you were expected to complete. It didn’t take much time for you to get settled in to a new yet familiar work environment. However, your manager insisted that you were to shadow another one of your colleagues who just so happened to be Mark.

He wasn’t going to lie—you were honestly the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on and that said a lot. Mark thought that almost every girl he’s ever met was pretty; all girls were beautiful in their own ways. But you—you vehemently stood out to him. He’d find himself unable to stop gazing at you to the point where he had to practically yank his attention away from you in fear of looking like a weirdo.

Not only did you have some of the prettiest eyes he was sure he could get lost in every time he’d hold a conversation with you, but you had perfectly shaped eyebrows, a soft yet sharpened jaw, delicate cheekbones, the most adorable nose and your lips—God you couldn’t even get him started about your lips. They were shaped like a heart—your lips looked so delicate; so kissable and there was nothing he wanted more than to smash his mouth against yours.

His attraction towards you went beyond your breathtaking looks though; he was confident that you had to have the biggest heart of all the people he knew—and you had such a friendly, bright and bubbly personality. You radiated this energy that was extremely contagious; it seemed like everyone at work began to catch on to what an amazing person you were.

He’d walk past your desk and see someone new every single time trying to get your attention—more so a lot of your male coworkers. Mark couldn’t blame them though, you were nothing short of perfect. You had everything a man could want in a significant other and more—so much more.

It took him a while to realize it, but he knew he was developing feelings for you when he found himself growing envious of all the guys who were confident enough to have an actual conversation with you that had nothing to do with work.

Being the soft-spoken and extremely shy person everyone knew him to be, he didn’t have the courage to talk to you in the ways that he wished he could. However, Mark was well aware than if he didn’t act on his feelings for you, someone else would—and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing that he missed out on a chance to be in a relationship with such an extraordinary person.

He had no clue what you thought about him or if you even thought about him at all, but he didn’t care. If you weren’t to reciprocate his feelings, then he would accept the rejection for what it was and try his best to pretend that it didn’t affect him—yet he was hoping you at least considered him to be a decent guy in the few interactions that you’ve shared together.

Mark bought you a beautiful bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates—but he still lacked the confidence to approach you; so he left the gifts on your desk with a note that simply said “I like you...a lot-Mark” he cringed at his straightforwardness and mentally cursed himself for not being more creative. What if you thought he was weird? Or unromantic? He couldn’t stop overthinking the entire situation but he left everything up to fate.

To his surprise and delight, you went in to his office with the widest grin on your face—one that he’s had the amazing honor of getting to see on a daily basis. Being the reason behind your smile was something he desired frequently; every time he’d hear you laugh or if he caught you smiling at whoever it was that you were talking to, your reaction always seemed to fill his heart with so much joy and happiness.

You walked over to him—you didn’t say anything and for some reason, it made him nervous. Even if you were smiling, it didn’t necessarily mean anything. For all Mark knew, you could have been giving him a smile out of pity—but the soft peck against his cheek said otherwise.

“I like you too Mark.”

He had a hard time grasping the fact that it’s been over a month since that very special day but at the same time, he heavily believed in the saying “time flies when you’re having fun.” That had to be the understatement of the year. This last month of dating you—getting to learn more about you as the days went on, taking you on cute little dates, holding your hand as you’d go out together, getting to kiss you whenever he wanted—well, other than at work—calling you up if the middle of the night if he couldn’t sleep and just wanted to hear your voice—he couldn’t even fathom in to words just how wonderful you were and how crazily in love with you he was.

Mark was a hopeless romantic; he was in love with the idea of love, but his last few relationships honestly weren’t the best and because of his unfortunate experience, he didn’t think he was capable of loving someone nor did he believe someone would ever love him back. It was still early in your relationship for him to feel this way towards you—yet, he knew what he felt for you was more than just taking a liking to you.

His heart physically hurt every time he had to drop you home; any moment spent without you made him feel numb--empty. You brought in so much color inside of his dull, black and white life that he wanted you around as much as he possibly could. He knew he was in love with you when he began making decisions based on what he believed you would prefer.

When he began sacrificing his interests in order to please you; getting pepperoni pizza instead of his normal go to because you weren’t a fan of pineapple on pizza—giving his friends many different excuses as to why he couldn’t play video games with them because he was too busy solving a puzzle with you—raving to his mom about you over the phone and how he had a huge feeling she would adore you just as much as he did—praying for your health, success and happiness every morning when he woke up and every night before he went to bed, Mark knew he loved you.

He had no intention on admitting that information to you anytime soon though. If it took him almost two months to confess his feelings in fear of you rejecting him, what more confessing that he loved you after only a month of dating? In fact—he allowed you to take your relationship at your pace. Every now and then, he would initiate a cuddle session—or he would kiss you when you’d least expect it, but he wanted you to take the lead and he was willing to follow the rate you were most comfortable with.

You and Mark decided to keep your relationship a secret from everyone at work specifically because you were the kind of person who separated your work from your private life. You believed that relationships were between two people and you wanted to keep it that way—if someone were to get involved in your relationship, Mark knew it would ultimately interfere with your work ethic and your outlook on dating him. He respected your wishes and only showed affection towards you when no one was around.

It made your alone together much more intimate and he honestly preferred it that way. A lot of your dates were at least an hour drive away from town because you didn’t want anyone from work to find out about the two of you. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why he was so bothered seeing Jackson talk to you, it’s not like it’s never happened before.

The elder boy was trying his best to focus on his task at hand and even started to type out a proposal for a potential client—but it was hard seeing as though your desk was right outside of his office and he could hear his loud, and extremely obnoxious friend attempting to flirt with you. He continued to type away at his computer, however, everything he was writing made zero sense.

There was no point in trying to focus on anything other than what Jackson was telling you. Mark was confident in the feelings you had for him—he wasn’t cocky or narcissistic, but he knew by the way you would always check up on him, how you went over to his apartment two weeks ago when he caught a cold and nursed him back to health, how you always purchase a drink for him when you go down to the coffee shop in the lobby on your break and how you always seem to have the need to touch him when the two of you are alone together, he was well aware that you cared about him just as much as he did with you.

You might not love him or be in love with him just yet, but he had a feeling—or at least hoped you would very soon. Mark was ready to call you in to his office in attempts to get you away from the unrelenting younger boy, but then Jackson asked you a question that both sparked his curiosity and made his skin crawl.

“Hey y/n, my friends and I are throwing a New Year’s Eve party. It’s going to be held at my friend’s parent’s beach house. It’ll be a lot of fun, I promise.”

Mark could feel his blood boiling at the sound of Jackson’s hopeful invitation. It wasn’t like he knew that you were already taken, so Mark had no right to feel bothered if someone were to try and make a move on you. As your boyfriend though, he wanted to be the only one to flirt with you playfully--he wanted to be the only one who did anything romantic with you and for you.

It only occurred to him that he himself had yet to ask you what you were doing. In the last week, he’s watched at least eight of your colleagues go up to you and invite you to a party. He’d smile every time you politely let them down, knowing that you didn’t want to hurt their feelings but also had not desire in going with them. You were always so considerate like that—a trait of yours that Mark was very fond of.

You cared about people’s feelings and you never wanted to let anyone down—you’d sacrifice your time and energy for the sake of others. That was something the two of you had in common; Mark believed wholeheartedly that the two of you had the same mindset—same souls and spirit, just in two different bodies. He’d like to think that you both meshed well together and complimented the other perfectly.

When he heard silence on your end—he felt himself choke up—waiting for your response. This was the first time you didn’t automatically give the “I’m sorry, I already have plans” response and he was soon growing nervous. His palms were sweating and he was visibly freaking out.

Mark wasn’t used to this—getting jealous—worrying about being a second choice in someone else’s life—caring about what someone else thought about him—depending on the comfort of someone else. This is why he was so hesitant on getting in to a relationship; he didn’t want to depend on someone else for happiness. You were worth it though. It had only been a month—the best month of his entire life if he was telling the truth—but Mark knew he would do anything you asked him to. That fact alone scared him but sent fire to his bones.

Everything about you—every single little thing did wonders to his heart and he could only hope you’d stick around in his life for a long time because he didn’t think there was anyone else in the entire world that could make him feel so loved, cared for—so important and just so at home the way you seemingly never failed to. Deep in his chest, Mark could feel that you were his person and there was no way in hell that he would let anyone or anything take you away from him.

“Oh—I—um—I actually already have plans. I’m sorry Jackson, but thank you for the invitation. I’m sure it will be a great party. I should get back to work.”

The breath of relief that fell from Mark’s lips felt like a breath of fresh air. He felt bad for his younger friend, but he was practically sitting on the edge of his seat, tormenting himself while waiting for your answer. It only occurred to him that he had yet to ask you what you were doing on New Year’s Eve. You never mentioned going home to visit your family nor did you say anything about going to a bar or hanging with some friends.

Why didn’t he ask you what your plans were earlier or if you actually had plans and weren’t using that as an excuse to let Jackson and your other coworkers down gently? Mark wasn’t doing anything—well, every year since moving out of his parent’s house, he’d go and spend time with his family—lighting up a few fireworks, watching a couple of movies, teaching his nieces how to hold sparklers so they wouldn’t get hurt and counting down the seconds to the new year.

This year was different though. He didn’t care how he’d end up spending New Years, all he cared about was having you there with him wherever he decided to go—whether it was to his parents house or simply just staying inside and lounging around his apartment.

Was it still considerably too early in your relationship to be introducing you to his family though? From what he’s heard from his friends, you don’t normally bring your significant other to meet your parents until a couple months in to the relationship—but Mark didn’t care. Time didn’t define nor measure anything. He knew he was serious about you and he was sure his family would love you—almost as much as he did. However, he was afraid that asking you to do something so big, so soon like meeting his parents would ultimately frighten you and lead you to the decision that he was taking this relationship too fast for your liking.

Knowing how you were though, Mark didn’t think you would do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. For all he knew, you could just be honest and say you weren’t ready to take that huge step just yet and he’d be totally fine with that.

Once he no longer heard Jackson’s loud voice booming throughout the room, he finally felt at ease and returned back to his computer. A few minutes after he began looking through some emails, he heard a soft knock on his door and he smiled softly to himself. He didn’t need to ask who it was—he knew your knock by heart—it was unique and had a cute little beat to it.

He felt his breathing go shallow—he never understood how someone had the ability to take over another person’s entire being—their thoughts, feelings, emotions, physical movements—you controlled Mark without even knowing it but he really liked that you did. He loved knowing that you had a huge effect on him—he always felt like a young boy whenever it came to you and it was a feeling he could never get tired of.

“C—come in.”

He bit on his bottom lip as soon as you came in to view. God, how could someone be this beautiful—he didn’t think it was possible. You were dressed in a simple white blouse and a black pencil skirt, yet you looked like you came straight out of a vogue magazine. His throat began to dry up as his jaw dropped slightly—he was definitely whipped for you.

“Hey baby, how’s your day so far?”

Hearing the term of endearment never failed to shake him at the core. You’ve called him pet names on multiple occasions, but he’d be lying if he said it never made his heart flutter. You slowly made your way towards where he was sitting and propped yourself on top of his desk before running one hand through his hair. Mark has told you this many times, but you were honestly going to be the death of him.

“You look extremely handsome today by the way. I’m finished with my last two proposals, so maybe if and when you’re done, maybe you and I could go get something to eat?”

While you were complimenting him and explaining the idea you had for the both of you, he could feel his cheeks warm up and he was sure if he took a look in the mirror, he’d be blushing. He didn’t care if he looked like a lovesick puppy; Mark was proud to say he was a fool for you. It was practically written on his forehead and he had no problem with that—at all.

Without hesitation, he grabbed at your hands and motioned for you to sit on his lap before bringing his arms around your waist and holding you closer to his body protectively. He placed his chin on your shoulder while hiding his face in the crook of your neck as his way to calm down his racing heart.

Having his arms wrapped tightly around you or anytime really that he was in close proximity of you always got him so flustered. He laughed internally at the thought of how he was able to confidently tell everyone in his department what he expected out of them every morning during a briefing, yet he couldn’t even look you in the eye as you would talk to him about how much you adored him and thought the world of him. If only he could have been more on the outgoing and extroverted side—he wished it would be easier for him to go in to detail about how you were the main source of his happiness and how his life was so much better—so much greater now that you were in it.

“That um—that sounds good. I just have to send out one more email and then we can go. You look beautiful as always. How’s the project going? You know I would love to help you if it is too much to handle. I know you’re capable of wonderful things—but I just don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

You turned just enough to steal a sweet kiss on his lips before you reached for his hands and began playing with his fingers. It was a habit of yours that he quickly picked up on. If you were nervous, worried or even when you were simply just cuddling on his bed watching a movie, you would play with his fingers for which he assumed to help you relax. Mark found it exceedingly adorable—especially when you would bring his hand up to your lips and kiss the tip of every single finger.

“I’m good, but thank you for your offer—it’s very tempting. However, you and I both know from our last two experiences working on a project together; we’d get nothing done—well, other than each other.”

His laughter filled the room as he began to remember how you both started going over some plans back at your apartment. Everything seemed to be going just fine. You both agreed on a couple of ideas as well as disagreed on certain thoughts that the other had. Only fifteen minutes after you both started brainstorming ideas, Mark had you pressed up against your kitchen counter as he buried his painfully hardened cock deep inside of your warm, silky and soaking wet walls. His thrusts were relentless yet his touch was very gentle.

The only time Mark was ever cocky and dominant with you was in bed—not that you were complaining. You made it aware that you were a fan of how much of a switch Mark could be. He was definitely a gentleman in the streets yet a beast in the sheets. Sex with you had to be Mark’s favorite form of intimacy. He loved making you sing for him—he knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew how and where to touch you that would illicit the most seductive and wanton moans. The way you felt wrapped around him—so unfathomably tight, the way you would hide your face in to his nape—kissing and sucking all but gently on his skin, scratching his back whenever he’d go harder and deeper, tugging on his soft, brown locks as he ate you out like his life depended on it.

Sex never used to mean much to him before other than the mean of release and pleasure, but after the two of you had sex for the first time once he took you home from your third day—he knew he was hooked. Sex with you was an indescribable experience. You always praised him for the way he was such a generous giver in bed—sucking the life out of your cunt, nipping and bitting on your nipples, trying any position that you were curious about—and you’d get so many compliments about how “fucking perfect” your body is and “annoyingly sexy” you are.

His favorite part though, had to be when you both would be in missionary with your fingers intertwined together while making out—breathlessly confessing your feelings of admiration and infatuation for each other. Sex was a lot more intimate and romantic with you, but it could also get pretty wild and nasty depending on the day.

“Okay, fine. Whatever. In that case, you and I can relish in our passion for one another later. Don’t think I’ll let you off the hook that easy. Oh, before I forget y/n, I uh—I overheard a few of our coworkers asking you about your plans for New Year’s Eve. Did you agree to one of their offers or did you already have plans?”

He didn’t understand why he felt so shy asking you of your plans; a lot of couples spent their holidays together. Even new ones. Mark wasn’t great with communication nor could he really read in to what someone was thinking or feeling—although you were somewhat of an open book. In the few relationships he did have; if he could even call them that, his partners never confided in him for anything. He understood that some people just preferred to keep their problems or worries to themselves and your boyfriend understood that. However, over the course of his relationships, he felt as though his partners didn’t trust him enough to be honest with him and tell him about anything that went on in their lives.

Maybe that’s why his relationships never lasted for more than a couple of months. Thankfully, you weren’t afraid to tell Mark every single little thing about you. He was the first person you’d always run to whenever life didn’t seem to go your way. You’ve mentioned to him a few times that you always felt so safe with him; you knew he wouldn’t judge you nor would he make fun of you or say anything to hurt your feelings.

“I told all of them no because I have other plans.”

He absentmindedly pouted at your words—so you were going to be busy doing something. The only place he could think of that you would be was back home with your family. Mark was just going to have to accept it for what it would be and wait for you to come back to take in the new year with you then.

“Really? Are you going back home? Did you need me to drop you off to the airport or something—“ You brought his face away from your neck and cupped both of his cheeks in between your hands.

“No silly, I’m spending it with you—well, if that’s okay with you. We didn’t make plans or anything but I just assumed I would spend the day with you. If you have other plans, I totally understand. But I consider holidays to be extremely romantic and the only person I would want to ring in the new year with is you. I really don’t care what it is that we end up doing, I just want to be wherever it is that you will be babe.”

Mark grazed his thumb along your cheek and placed a gentle kiss on your nose before squeezing your waist contently. He was screaming like a little kid internally and he honestly didn’t care at this point if you were to see just how happy he was. There was nothing he had to worry about—you were on the same page he was and that thought alone made his heart soar.

“I really like the sound of that. Hey, how about instead of going to lunch, you and I can start our celebration a few days earlier and I can eat you instead—what? I’m being serious—babe get back here!”

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