#meanwhile will and jungwoo would be judging them in the corner

[lovecraftiancicada]

If hannibal lecter and seo moonjo met, do you think they'd get along, or would they get on each other's nerves to the point of trying to turn each other into a meal?

[boymeetsweevil]

and then there were finals

Grouping: Reader x College BF!Mark

Word Count: 2000 exactly!!

Warnings/Themes: too many friends too many finals makes for a h*rny couple, graphic but still sweet? penetrative, mentions of oral, creampie...

Prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.” this is a sequel to and then there were two

A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!

It’s a universal fact that no one likes taking finals. Obviously the tests, the presentations, the papers are the worst part. But the buildup isn’t great either.

Mark grinds his teeth while watching you from across the room. You’re focused on the textbook laid out in front of you where you’re spread out on the floor. All the other available surfaces are taken up by your peers. Lucas and his work are sprawled over half the kitchen island, Taeil on the La-Z boy. Mark, Jungwoo, and Taeyong are sequestered on the sofa.

He turns another page in his music history book without reading a single line. Instead his eyes follow the curve of your spine exposed from your shirt rucking up after you’d settled onto the rug. Your leg is hitched almost lovingly over your discarded backpack. While you do calculations for physics, Mark tries to calculate the last time you two were intimate. He can’t even remember because Taeyong keeps asking questions to fill the holes in his notes about orchestral composition.

Eventually Mark just tosses Taeyong his notes so he can spend a bit more time studying the way you gnaw on a pen thoughtfully. His blood feels like it’s simmering by the time he gets the courage to ask if you want to ‘take a walk’ to his place for a study break. But then—

You check the time and then look up from your scratch paper, “Jungwoo, ready to go?”

“Basically. Let’s get there a little bit early so we can stop and get coffee first before the study group. I really need it, I’m dying.”

“Oh, good idea.”

If it weren’t for the fact that there are still a bunch of people in the room, Mark might have wept a little bit. The preparation for finals has left basically no time for ‘alone time’, and it’s taking its toll on him. He does his best to tamp down on the frustration and convinces Taeyong to quiz him on Tchaikovsky.

Mark pushes you against the brick side wall of his apartment building exterior a few days later. You let out a surprised but pleased sound and let him grind against the curve of your hip. His breath comes out in hot sighs on your neck, interspersed with small grunts. He missed having your skin under his palms and practically purrs when you rake your teeth over his adam’s apple.

“You know you have to be at the studio in 5 minutes, right?”

“Kun can wait,” he huffs. With both hands he fondles your ass slightly rougher than normal. It gives him the leverage he needs to press your clothed hips even closer. “He’s always late anyway. I really have, like, 20 minutes.”

“Is 20 minutes enough?”

He wants it to be enough. He wants it to be enough so bad. But this collaboration is worth 35% of his grade and thanks to Kun’s characteristic tardiness, they’re way behind schedule. Besides that, he’s feeling so pent up that 20 minutes would probably just be a fraction of the foreplay. Mark’s silence is enough of an answer to your question, so you redo the buttons of your shirt that he opened prior and smooth down his hair.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

His forehead hits your shoulder and he lets out a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. “But one of these days, it’ll happen.”

He gives you a look that makes goosebumps break out on your arms. You send him off with a peck and make the trek to the library.

A few days later, you’re back at Mark’s place. You’re cozied up to him on the two person sofa while some of the others work in the other parts of the living room. Mark’s dorm is a one person apartment dorm, so there’s less room than in your suite. One by one though, they start leaving. Johnny ends up leaving because the diorama he’s building for engineering gets too big to continue there. Jungwoo and Doyoung leave for another physics study group. You stick around because the last one wasn’t helpful for you. Yuta mentions something about going back to his and Johnny’s room for a video game break. That leaves you, Mark, and Donghyuck.

Donghyuck doesn’t budge at first and continues to type away at his computer. But when Mark’s hand stops circling your ankle aimlessly and begins making a purposeful trail up your leg, he gets the hint and packs up while cursing under his breath. The door slams shut and Mark gets up to go make sure it’s locked. The sound of his footsteps echoing through the halls and doors opening and closing pulls you out of your focus.

“What are you doing,” you sit up on your arms, peering down the dark hallway. Mark emerges looking like an excited puppy.

“Everyone left.”

“I see that,” you say. He pulls his hoodie and shirt over his head in one swift move, then begins working on the opening of his jeans. “Oh.”

Immediately, you begin shucking off your own bottoms. Mark leads the way to his room with you shedding layers behind him. You laugh at the speed he uses to run to his room and pick up your own pace. Even though the apartment is empty, he still closes the door behind him like you’re being chased. As soon as he locks up, he’s tackling you to the bed.

“Wait, wait,” your breath comes out in amused heaves as he swipes at your shirt. “Don’t you have to meet with Kun again?”

Mark doesn’t look away from where he’s working on unhooking your bra, but he shakes his head. “I stayed up ‘til 4 last time so I could finish it.”

“Mark, that’s not healthy.”

“I’m plenty healthy,” he grins and grinds against you as proof. He definitely feels healthy and ‘awake’.

You pull him in with a matching grin and kiss him until you’re panting. Meanwhile, he takes his time inching your soaked panties down your thighs. You kick them off into some unknown direction and hitch a leg over his hips to pull his groin to yours. The slick that welcomes him has him groaning a curse into your mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” he mumbles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Mark sneaks a hand down between your bodies and rubs lightly at you. “Every little thing you did drove me crazy this week.”

“I know, me too.” Your moans act as accompaniment for the slick percussion he sets up between your folds.

“As soon as I was too busy to touch you, I had to touch you.”

You let Mark edge you on his fingers for a good while before rolling over so you can take him into your mouth. He’s all soft sighs then, caressing your face with his dry hand and looking down at you with worried brows. When he hits the back of your throat, his hips start to stutter up.

“D-don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Part of you wants to spite him and finish him off right there. After a few months of having sex, you know some good ways to get him off efficiently. But the way you clench around nothing at the sound of his moans tells you that you’d rather he finish inside you. So you let him pull you in by the hips and spend some time kissing his own flavor off your tongue before sinking down on his length. It’s been long enough that there’s a pleasing tightness behind the stretch and you run your nails over his pecs lightly. When you’ve adjusted, you begin to rock fluidly over him.

“Shit.” The curse is so quiet, you nearly miss it.

His head is thrown back and the way his jaw clenches tell you that he’s likely already experiencing some sort of honeyed agony. Judging by the veins protruding in his forearms, he’s resisting the urge to take control of the rhythm and set an athletic pace after all the waiting. You’re grateful for the patience because you’re still gathering your bearings. Leaning down, your chest grazes against his and you leave a kiss on his slack mouth.

Your words come out airy as the gradual up and down becomes easier, slippery.

“I missed this.”

“Tell me,” he whispers.

“I missed the feeling of being full,” you can feel him pulse a bit. “And I miss you coming inside.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he laughs like he can’t believe the current situation.  

Mark plants his feet onto the mattress then to meet you halfway. The extra effort on his part has him hitting deeper inside of you. You feel fuller and that only makes you drip around him more. The sounds are obscene and you might be inclined to slow down out of embarrassment if it were any other time. But you feel parched like you can’t get enough of him. Each thrust forces a wanton moan out of you. The best you can do is bring a hand up to your mouth so you can dull the sounds by biting a knuckle. Mark isn’t having any of it, though.

“Let me hear you. There’s no one else, let me hear you.”

Suudenly he sits up and takes you into his lap. The angle makes stars pop up in the corners of your vision and also gives him the opportunity to lap teasingly at your nipple. It also puts your mouth much closer to his ear. He can’t piston up into you quite as well, but in this position he can grind against the spots that he knows make your breathing hitch. As a music major, perhaps he’s more sensitive to auditory stimulus. Your broken pleas are almost enough to set him over the edge. To make things last, Mark focuses on alternating between gentle, wet kisses to your chest and letting his teeth scrape against you ever so slightly. The sensation changes from smokey to sweet. Your hand tangles in his hair and you let the moans pour out. No better catharsis could have come during finals week, you think.

“Mark. Mark, I’m gonna come.”

“Same, just—wait for me.” He rearranges you quickly. You’re on your back, this time with your feet pointing to the wrong side of bed. Mark hitches one of your legs over his hips and returns to the heavy pace before. You tilt your hips just right and suddenly his thrusts are zeroed in on a spot inside you that has you crying out and arching below him. The orgasm that washes over you makes you grip him like a snug vice. The pleasure surges over him and draws a long whimper from between his lips. He spills into you in spurts of warmth before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

“How was that?” You’re sure you could predict the answer from the contented way he closes his eyes.

“Great.”

His answering grin is sleepy but he still looks handsome. Even with the dark circles from working so hard as of late and covered in a fresh coat of sweat. He looks like he’s fallen asleep, but when you go to plant a kiss on his lips, he moves up to deepen it. A warm palm pulls you in gently by the nape of your neck. You let him kiss you for a few moments before pulling back.

“Where you goin’?”

“Doyoung is studying at the library. I thought I’d get some last minute studying in before the test tomorrow night.”

“No, stay. What do you need me to do? I can test you. Give me your flashcards, I’ll test you.”

You pretend to weigh your options. Leaving the comfort of bed just to go over one topic and then chat with Doyoung before bed or staying in with your naked boyfriend and trading kisses for correct answers.

“Babe, really?” He whines when your decision making takes too long.

“Just kidding. I’ll stay.”

[tell-tale-taeil]

If NCT 127 would ever come to Czech republic, man, I’d drag them through every pub there is, or at least make them a proper drinking party at my flat. Doyoung be sipping his extra expensive super posh beer judging it hard, even though noone even drinks it in Czechia, meanwhile Jungwoo be lying on the floor saying “I’ll take a break here for a while”, meanwhile Johnny and the younglings be like “let’s play beer pong” until I snatch the cups out of their hands, cause this is not what we play here, we’re cultured, we play dice, man, the rules are you roll the dice you drink, meanwhile Yuta, where the hell is Yuta, where did you last see him, meanwhile Taeyong be sitting in the corner with his “oh boy, oh lord” look, meanwhile me and Taeil dance wild to every 80′s and 90′s rock song trying to out-do each other’s air guitar solos.