synopsis: jieun returns to her old high school as the volleyball coach. what she doesn’t expect is to run into an old classmate who she rarely spoke to.
a/n: this is the first fic i’m ever posting so i’m so sorry if it’s bad lol but i wanted to share some writing i’ve been doing lately, and hopefully you like it :) also i kind of proofread it, but not enough so soz if it’s rough :<
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Jieun never expected to return to her high school, but when Seungkwan called asking if she would take the head coach position for the volleyball team, there was no way she could say no. Besides, she kind of missed it. There were a lot of memories she left behind here, some good, some bad, but mostly just distant. It’s been five years already, yet nothing seems to have changed much, just that the students seem younger. She had always kept to her group of friends, mainly consisting of the other girls on the volleyball team, but other students knew who she was thanks to her position as the libero on the team.
idk if someone's ever said this but jaemin is the type to take pictures of your insecurities. capturing them in a way that would make you realize that those aren't something you should be insecure of. if anything, those are the ones he thinks make you pretty. KSJSJSJDJS why am i hurting myself?
[15:23] after hours of sitting down completing your assignments, finally you unlocked your bedroom door, revealing your disheveled state. dark circles around your eyes were visible, tiny bumps started appearing on your face, you didn't even remember the last time you took shower.
serves you right, you and your tendency of completing tasks last minute finally took a toll on you. claiming that you could do things better when the pressure is on you won't touch your reports until the deadline was exactly 5 hours away.
jaemin's attention to the television quickly shifted towards you as he heard creaking sound of your door. your boyfriend was generous enough to not disturb you but you were positive that you'll get an earful from him later.
reaching his hands out he motioned you to get closer and sit on his lap, which you complied to. you curled yourself into his lap as you encircled your arms around his neck. his fingers absentmindedly stroking your thigh. you leaned to his shoulder, sighing heavily.
"finally, i have done my assignments. these past few days were very hard."
he cupped your face, prompting you to look at his concerned expression, "i've already told you to finish it sooner, you won't listen."
you whined, "i can't help it, my brain cells only work when the next day is the deadline. you could give me a year to complete a report, i would start writing a day before i need to send it."
jaemin shook his head at your words, completely unamused with your love for procrastination. he was amazed at how you could get perfect marks when you spent the whole night cramming for the exam, but he wasn't happy about you neglecting your sleep and health.
he intertwined his pinky fingers with yours, his stern gaze piercing directly through your soul it made you gulp.
"repeat after me, i, y/n," "i, y/n."
"will promise to," "will promise to."
"finish my assignments earlier."
you remained silent as you grinned sheepishly at him, making jaemin pinch your side hard.
"baby!"
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a/n this is for procrastinators out there we rock! (｡￫∀￩｡) requested by anon, 38 & 44 from this prompt (requests are closed)
A/n: just trying to get back into the swing of writing
Waking up alone in your bed has been a common occurrence for you this week. And it was simply because your boyfriend, Jaemin, has been caught up with his work. Jaemin is a photographer for a big company. However, this company has recently become short staffed, leaving Jaemin with an extra load of work.
You get up from your bed and pull on your fluffy white robe. You were shivering from how cold it was in your apartment so you shuffle down the hallway to the thermostat and begin turning it up. Once you’re satisfied with the temperature, you start to walk back to your room but not before stopping by you’re boyfriend’s “office”. You knock softly on the door and walk in before he can answer.
Much to your distaste, Jaemin doesn’t look towards the door to see what you want. With his blue light glasses perched on his nose, he focuses his eyes on his computer. You can see his hand moving against his mouse pad as he edits a picture on his screen.
“Hi, baby,” you say from the door
“Hey.” he mumbles back.
You lean against the door frame and wait for him to look up at you. He never does.
You sigh loudly. “When are you coming to bed?”
“In a little bit. I just have a few more pictures to finish up.”
“But it’s already 12am, Jaems.”
“Im almost done, Y/N, go back to bed. I’ll be in there in a minute.”
You walk over to him and slide your hands over his shoulders. You dig your finger tips into his muscles and slowly massage them. “We both know you’re lying, Jaemin.” You press soft kisses behind his ear.
He hums in satisfaction and leans his head back. “Don’t do this tonight.” He pleads
Walking around the chair, you sink into his lap and press your chest to his. “I wouldn’t have to if you would have a least acknowledged me when i walked in.”
You press hot kisses down the side of his neck, lazily sucking the skin here and there.
He sighs. “You’re right.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “I’m sorry. I just have another event to attend tomorrow and I can’t afford to get backed up. I need these pictures done tonight.”
“You need to get some rest, Jaemin. If you only have a few pictures left then send them to one of your co-workers and ask them to finish them up for you.”
“Everyone has outrageous workloads right now, Y/N. I cant do that.”
You groan in defeat and lean your head on his shoulder.
“Listen, I’ll do one more picture and then you and I will go to bed. Hows that sound?” Jaemin asks, displaying his charming smile that he knows you cant say no to.
“Just one?”
He nods.
“Okay, but i’m staying right here,” you say getting comfortable in his lap.
“Fine by me.”
He uses one hand to move his mouse and the other to rub over your back. Not even a few minutes later, he hears soft snoring coming from you. He chuckles and kisses your forehead before tending to his work.
Jaemin lets you sleep on him until he finished his editing. Being the sneaky bastard he was, he finished the rest of the pictures he had instead of the one like he promised. He carried you to bed once he was done and cuddled you until he himself passed out. Luckily for him, the next morning his boss called to tell him that the event was cancelled and that he could have the day off.
Other members: Jisung, Chenle, jeno, renjun, mark, donghyuck
Jaemin’s the most popular guy on campus. Having a body count almost equal to the number of students there, he's sure he can get whoever he wants in bed. That is until a stubborn, fashion student refuses him.
genre: fluff, angst.
warnings: mentions of sex, insults, jaemin is a fuckboy duh
Saturday mornings. Jaemin loved waking up to the smell of pancakes, freshly made by one of his frat brothers, Jeno.
“Morning, sunshine. Had fun last night?” He had a smug grin while flipping the pancakes, proud at the perfect, golden tone they'd acquired.
“Were we too loud?” Jaemin sat in front of the kitchen island, grabbing an apple to chew on while Jeno poured the last bits of the mix into the sizzling pan.
“I think she has been one of the loudest ones yet.” He lowered the heat, turning around to properly see the black-haired boy. “Sounded like you were killing her or something.”
“I was just taking our some stress and she happened to be extremely sensitive. She started whining after the first round.” He tsked, grabbing an apple to chew on while Jeno finished cooking breakfast.
“I don't want to know about your sexual life, thank you very much.” Giving one last flip to the perfect circles, he finally placed them on top of the high tower of pancakes. “So...I heard someone rejected you last night.”
“She was just playing hard to get. You’ll see her walking out of my room next week, tops.”
“I don't think so, Jaems.” Jeno sat beside him, placing the big plate between them. “It’s Moon y/n we're talking about. Her brother is the standard.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You like to fuck around. Moon Taeil, on the other hand, is a gentleman. He used to have the whole school swooning over him with just a smile.” His voice was full of admiration. “She’ll never even lay eyes on you.”
“First of all, ouch. Second, I can be versatile. Remember that church girl who wouldn't even come closer than two feet to me? We've fucked at least twice.” Jeno sighed, slightly disappointed at his friend’s antics.
“I don't mean to be nosy, but I don't think you should treat sex as a meaningless activity. Sex is basically the union between two-”
“Stop before I barf my guts out.”
No power in the world could convince Jaemin to give up booty calls and one-night stands. At least not until he started talking to you.
(...)
“C’mon, darling, I can be more fun than sewing pieces of cloth together.” That strange boy, whose name was still unknown to you, kept following you around for days.
“Call me darling again, and the next things I’ll sew together will be your lips.”
“Alright, y/n. What can I do to convince you to spend some time with me? Perhaps a box of your favorite chocolates?” A spark ignited in his heart as your fingers delicately grabbed his chin. Finally, he thought with the silliest grin on his face.
“Fuck off.”
Needless to say, his infatuation with you worsened. To his frat brothers’ surprise, he hadn't gotten his dick wet ever since he met you. Two weeks prior. A new record for the most infamous fuckboy on campus.
He tried every method he knew. Flowers, chocolates, even a self-written song, but nothing worked. He found himself more drawn to you every day, trying to improve himself to fit your impossibly high standards.
“What are you doing today? Let me take you out for dinner.”
“I wouldn't go out with you even if I had the time.” He loved how stoic your face remained with every bratty reply you spat. It was amusingly strange.
“Homework? I'll help you.”
“A project, and no, thank you.” You entered the workshop, dropping your bag on one of the seats. To your surprise, he sat down on the large table. “Are you gonna stay here?”
“If you allow me to.”
“Even if I don't, you'll stay. So suit yourself.” Just a few minutes after your arrival, you started working, pulling out big rolls of fabric from the wall and extending them over the table.
“How come you're working on a Friday evening?” He left his bag on the same chair as yours, pulling out a thick novel from inside.
“No one is here today. It's easier when I have all the materials for myself.” You dragged the blades of the scissors along the line you'd traced in the linen roll.
The room stayed silent for about fifteen minutes while you grabbed materials, making cuts here and there.
“Make yourself useful and stand up.” His eyes drifted away from the book, surprised to hear you starting a conversation. “Quickly.”
“Sure.” He adopted a soldier-like position, letting you take his measures for what he assumed would be a pair of dressing pants. He felt tingles where your hands brushed, excited to have you close enough he could smell your strong, cedarwood scent. “How much do you despise me?”
“Excuse me?” Your tone was surprised, yet, your eyes were trained on his waist, trying to get his measures correctly.
“I know you don't like me, so that seems like a more suitable question.”
“I don't like you, nor do I hate you. You simply annoy the hell out of me.”
“Would you like me if I were a bit more like your brother?” He wanted to touch those pretty eyelashes that cast shadows over the apples of your cheeks. But doing so would mean an invasion of your personal space, and he wasn't intending to lose the little progress he'd made.
“What makes you think I want someone like my brother?”
“I heard he's every girl’s ideal type.” You snorted, curving your lips in what seemed a crooked smile.
“I think you're both extreme opposites. He’s excessively chivalrous, and you're extremely promiscuous. See the problem?”
“So if I committed myself to you, would you finally accept going out with me?”
“So you know the word commitment?” Your hands retrieved from his waist to take the measures of his bum. He didn't mind having your hands there, but different from his usual confident persona, a slight blush crept up his ears.
“You can teach me.”
“Jaemin, I'm not looking for a one-night stand or a fuckbuddy. And I don't think you're willing to give up fucking every day for me.” Once all of the measures were taken, you wrote them down in a notebook.
“I would be. I don't mind having the same partner always as long as it's you.” He sat down again, crossing his legs to be more comfortable. “Speechless? Imagine how amazing I’d be if we dated.”
“I don't date people I don't trust.” He sighed, redirecting his attention to the chapter he’d left halfway read.
Silence had installed between you again, only the sound of the sewing machine and your pencil filling the space. You spent at least an hour together before he exited the room. Just as you thought he'd finally left you alone, he came back with two hot coffees.
“Here, you need to take a rest.” He allowed himself to place his hands, still warm from holding the steamy liquid, over yours, forcing them to stop their actions. “It’s cold and you need to warm them up. They’re your most prized tools.”
“Thank you.” You held back the need to clarify his sweet talk wasn't going to get him anywhere, accepting the sweet gesture. “God, this is nice.” You hummed, enjoying the warm sensation in your chest.
After a brief break, you went back to sewing and Jaemin to reading. It was already dark by the time you triumphantly rose from your seat, extending a perfect pair of linen pants identical to your original sketch. Jaemin cooed at you from his seat, extending his palm to high-five you. To his surprise, you connected your palms.
“You need me to try them on?” He offered.
“Please.”
“On one condition.” Here comes the Jaemin everyone knew, about to ask for a sexual favor in exchange- “You’ll have to use me as a model for the rest of the semester if you get an A in the assignment.”
“What? You're telling me you want to sit for hours in these uncomfortable ass chairs again?”
“You look cute when you're all concentrated.”
“You know that means giving up frat parties, right?” He nodded with his lips pursed in a smile, dragging a silent gasp from you. “Who are you, and what have you done with Jaemin?”
The urge to increase his body count was no longer as important as making you trust him. One rejection was all it took for him to finally drop his facade, and his frat brothers would be forever thankful to the person who did the impossible.
His partner for the biology final project seems to be a pain in the ass, but Haechan soon finds the source of her behavior. And the situation seems to be more complex than he ever imagined.
genre: angst and a bit of fluff.
warnings: abuse (mental and physical), violence, this includes delicate topics so read at your own risk
a/n: if any of you is going through a hard situation, my dms or even my asks are a safe place if you want to talk
An audible groan interrupted the silence of the classroom, followed by a fit of giggles.
“Is there a problem, Donghyuck?” Mr. Kim gave him a stern look, challenging him to complain.
“Not at all, Mr. Kim. I'm sorry.” Haechan glanced at you from the corner of his eye. You remained stoic, drawing something in your sketchbook, face hidden under the black hood of your jacket.
It was one of those days where you dressed fully in black, avoiding any human contact. It wasn't always that way. Some days, you'd giggle with your group of friends as if dark y/n didn't even exist.
“Get together with your partners and start discussing your work plan. There will be no chance to work on it during my class.” The whole room whined, Mr. Kim, smiling at his students’ disgrace. “Move along, now.”
To his surprise, you were the first one to get off your seat.
“My place is free on Tuesdays.” He had to swallow the need to correct your manners. Just a few weeks and it’d be over. He’d gotten through worse.
“Alright. We can meet at mine on Wednesdays if you agree.” You nodded, grabbing one of his pens to write your number on the corner of his notebook. Rude, he thought once again. “I’ll text you tomorrow when I head to your house.” He proposed once you were done vandalizing his belongings.
“Ok.” And you left.
Donghyuck considered himself to be a man of many gifts, but unfortunately, patience wasn't one of them. He texted you that same day to ask for your direction. But you never answered, nor did you bother to open his message. It wasn't until the next day, after school ended, that you sent your location.
“I’m not gonna make it, guys. It's barely day two and I already feel like pushing her off a rooftop.”
“Come on, Haechan. It's not that bad. My partner hasn't even contacted me. It seems like I'm gonna do all the work by myself.” Jeno sighed in defeat, packing his laptop as he spoke. “I’ll get going. Good luck.”
Luck was definitely needed.
After grabbing some food, Haechan headed to your place, which turned out to be only a few blocks away from his. The doorbell was so loud it could be heard from outside.
“Hey, come in.” It seemed to be a good day, as your outfit wasn't completely dark, and you were wearing something similar to a smile. “There are some leftovers in case you get hungry.”
“Thank you.” He hated having to deal with your mood swings. It was like working with two different people. “Let’s start.” The faster we finish, the better, he thought.
You sat in the living room, typing information on your ppt as fast as possible. But despite your efforts, darkness soon took over the sky.
“Can we take a break?” As he lived in his own apartment, he didn't have a curfew, and your company didn't seem as annoying anymore. You even looked cute when you weren't frowning constantly.
“U-Uhm...sure.” He noticed the slight tremble in your voice but decided not to acknowledge it. You were probably too tired. “We can have a cup of tea if you want.” Your eyes drifted nervously to the clock. You still had plenty of time left.
Except you didn't. As soon as the water started boiling, the sound of keys clanking against each other sent you into defensive mode. Hurriedly, you grabbed Haechan’s hand and dragged him upstairs.
“What’s going on?” You tightened your grip around his wrist, urging him to lower his voice. “Y/n?”
“Y/n?” At the same time, a male voice called from downstairs. You pushed Haechan inside your room, placing your index over your lips pleadingly.
Something was wrong, and though Haechan didn't know what it was, he remained silent inside your room like you'd asked him to. Whispers hushed by the closed door could be heard from his position.
“Where’s my dinner? I thought I'd asked you to have it ready by the time I returned.”
“You came home earlier, so I-”
“You’re just a useless bitch, aren't you?” Haechan muffled a gasp, pressing his ear against the door to hear the conversation more clearly. “You should've left with your mom...No. You should've died instead. We could've started another family without the annoying parasite you are.”
“I’m s-sorry...” You apologized between sobs. The loud sound of glass breaking making you audibly yelp. “Please, I'm sorry.”
Haechan wanted to burst out of your room, afraid the man he assumed was your father was hurting you, but then again, he would probably cause you more trouble. There was surely a reason why you hadn't reported him to authorities.
“Get out of my sight, or the next glass will smash against your empty head.” Quick steps made their way upstairs, getting louder as you approached your room.
“What the hell, y/n?” He grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to scan you in the look for possible injuries. But the dim moonlight wasn't of much help.
“I’m sorry, Haechan. I thought he wouldn't be home until later...”
“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” If only he knew. “We need to report him. Come on. I’ll take you to the police station.” He tried to drag you to the window. The jump wasn't too high. It would be easy to escape that way.
“Please, stop.” You grabbed his hands, squeezing them tightly to slow down his pace. “I can't.”
“He’s abusive, y/n! You don't deserve this shit.”
“Says the man who despised me a couple of hours ago.” As if he'd received a punch straight into the face, he stumbled back. “He provides me with a roof, and until I get a job of my own, I can't do shit, you get that?” Tears pricked your eyes as you tried keeping the volume down. The last thing you needed was him bursting into your room to find out there was a boy inside.
“That’s bullshit. I'm taking you to the station.” He pulled your arm harshly, making you squeal. You yanked your arm off, rubbing the area with your lower lip tucked under your front teeth. Under the sleeve of your sweater, a big bruise peeked. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“Just leave, please. If he finds out you're here I'll get into trouble.”
As he walked back home, knees bruised from jumping out of the window, he weighed his options. Leaving you there would mean risking your well-being, but accusing your father would go against your desires and cause you trouble. Why did Mr. Kim have to pair him up with you?
(...)
The next day was one of your bad days. You were wearing a face mask despite you weren't sick. Almost as if you were trying to conceal something.
Haechan approached you during the break. To any outsider, it would seem as if you were only talking about the project, but the reality was much deeper.
“Take off your mask.” He commanded almost angrily.
“No.” It was embarrassing enough that he'd seen that little scene at your house the day before.
“Look, I'm sorry for acting like a dick yesterday. But can you blame me? I'm worried sick.” Though he’d never admit it, Donghyuck was a very sensitive person. “Please, let me see.”
“Fine.” You pulled it off, revealing a bleeding lip and bruised cheek. “What are you going to do now?”
“Let’s go to my house. I’ll take care of your wounds.” This time, instead of gripping your wrist, he linked your hands gently. “If you don’t let me do anything for you, I’ll go crazy.”
“We still have classes left.”
“No one will notice our absence. Let's go.”
Haechan wasn't half as though as he wanted everyone to believe. Every time he'd press the alcohol-soaked cotton to your lip and you flinched, he rushed to apologize, rubbing his palms over your arms to distract you from the pain.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked while applying ointment to your injuries.
“Sure.”
“Why does he hit you?” The question surely sounded better in his head. Nonetheless, you answered.
“My mom died in a car accident a year ago. I was with her, but I survived. The man you heard is my stepfather. We had a good relationship before mom died, but lately, he seems to think I was the one who killed her.”
“I’m so sorry for having treated you the way I did. You didn't deserve it.” He truly regretted it. You could tell by the way his eyes started to water. “I know you don't want to report him but...”
“Please, Haechan, it's already bad enough that you know it. I don't want anyone else to find out. I don't want people to see me as an abused and homeless girl.”
“Can you let me finish?” He placed his hands over your thighs reassuringly, almost too sweetly. “You can stay here with me. We’ll tell people we’re together, so no one suspects anything.”
“You don't have to. I just have to endure it for a couple more months and-”
“What if he kills you?” The thought of it alone was enough to make him want to puke. “Just accept, and it'll be as if we were roommates. You have a part-time job, don't you? We can split the rent.”
“I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’ll be a burden if you stay at that house. I’ll keep getting anxious knowing you're endangered.”
After hours of bickering, you finally accepted. While your stepfather wasn't home, you packed your essentials, waving goodbye to the house that held your whole childhood.
Given the fact that the spare room in his apartment was used as a gym, you had to sleep in the living room for a couple of nights. Late at night, whenever Haechan got up for a glass of water, he'd see you sleeping on the couch. So peaceful. Slowly, your wounds started healing, as well as your relationship with Donghyuck. Your stepfather never bothered to look for you, but nightmares of him storming into the apartment became a regular occasion. You didn't have enough money to pay for a doctor, so you started a diary.
“What are you doing?” Haechan found you writing on it one night, sitting in your brand new mattress. “A secret diary? Are you cheating on me?” He regularly joked about your fake relationship, teasing you with occasional hugs.
“It’s nothing.” But your tone made him uneasy. He snatched the notebook from your hands, quickly scanning through the paragraphs before you took it back.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“You worry too much about me.” You hid the diary under your pillows. “I’m alright.”
“Scoot to the side.” He tucked himself under your covers, pulling you into his warm embrace. “I’m gonna start registering your stuff to make sure you're not keeping anything to yourself.”
“It’s okay, Haechan. You don't have to do this for me. We're just friends.” He sighed, massaging your scalp with his fingers.
“Are you that dumb?” Looking down at your face, he noticed the small scars scattered around as he silently promised not to let anyone harm you again. “I know I was an idiot at first. But haven't I showed you just how much I like you? I thought I was obvious.”
“Are you sure it's not just pitty?”
“Goodness gracious, just keep quiet.” He squeezed you tighter. Not too tight though, he still feared hurting you like months before. “Now sleep. We can talk in the morning.”
“But I want to talk now. Does this mean we like a...couple?” He hummed, supporting his chin over the top of your head. “So we can hug outside of school now?”
“That’s what we're doing now.”
“And kissing?” He hummed again. “Whenever I want?”
“Sure.” He didn't expect the small peck that you left on his neck, proceeding to bury your face in that same place.
summary: at first, it’s perfect; more than anything you could’ve wished for—until marks busy schedule gets the most of your relationship in the worst way possible (15.7k)
series: 1, 2
warnings: somewhat mature content
a/n: this lowkey is and isn’t a part 2 of “from dusk to dawn” since you can practically read it as a fic of its own ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but i suggest for more context give it a read before this i guess
day +30, what nights are like when he comes back
when mark comes through your door his hands immediately come to your hips to pull you close
he has his hood up and a backpack slung around one shoulder
“I missed you baby” he whispers leaning down so his forehead touches yours
when you drape your arms over his shoulders he gives you a tired smile, his eyes a little hazy
your lips can’t help but turn up ever so slightly at the sight before you give him a chaste kiss to his pretty pink ones
summary: on your roaring success to stardom, your entertainment company has found an opportunity for you to collaborate on a track with mark lee — a much more established rapper in the music industry and unfortunately, your ex-boyfriend
warnings: ex to lovers au / rapper!mark x singer!reader
genre: angst, romance, comedy, (slight) crack
author’s note: updated every other day ! this is my fav smau so far so i hope you like it <3 / message me if you want to be added on the taglist :D
profiles - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - fifteen - sixteen - seventeen - eighteen - nineteen - twenty - twenty-one - twenty-two - twenty-three - twenty-four - twenty-five - twenty-six - twenty-seven - twenty-eight - twenty-nine - thirty - epilogue - bonus
“So can we do it?” Mark’s voice was in your ear again, making you sigh as you turned your head, facing the eager looking boy. Your little joke of ‘sex on the balcony’ seemed to have gotten stuck in your pretty boyfriend’s head in the past few—days. And even though you were currently trying to do some work, his fingers tingled up your arms, trying to convince you.
“Please, baby, we don’t even have to go on the balcony. I just want my dick inside of you, like now. I’m so hard because you’re so fucking hot and I think I’m gonna explode so, please.” You glanced down to his crotch, and he wasn’t lying, that was for sure, because there was a very nice looking tent growing in his pants as you glanced back up at his face, amused. “Babe. I love you, but I’m going to die. Please.”
“I’m sure you won’t die from not having sex,” you said chuckling, focusing back on your laptop. “Just jerk off or something, but I gotta get this done before anything.” Mark let out a little whine, making you giggle.
“Please, I need you. I can’t just—jerk off when you’re here looking like that!”
“Like what?” You crossed your arms, leaning against the couch for a moment as you cocked an eyebrow up. He took the chance to shut your laptop, moving it onto the table as he cornered you into the soft cushion, pushing your back down. “Desperate, are we?”
“Yes,” he said without an ounce of shame, his lips planting down on yours hungrily as his hands travelled up your shirt, feeling the skin grow hot under his touch. You laughed against his lips, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer, turning the kiss filthy with your tongue.
You pushed him back as you felt him try and pull off your shirt, planting his back against the couch as you trailed your hands down his clothed chest, watching his expressions closely. You felt his breath hitch as you palmed the bulge from his sweatpants, his groan coming shortly after.
With a smirk going up to your boyfriend, you tugged at the strings, lowering the pants to his ankles, throwing them away as you pulled off his boxers painfully slowly. His cock was erect and angry, a prominent vein shining as you grasped him from the base, squeezing hard enough to elicit a sound from his mouth.
There was already precum leaking from his tip, the desperation spilling from his cock as you fluttered your eyes back up to him watching you in anticipation. Licking your lips, you let your hand stroke him softly, a groan coming from him immediately. “P-Please don’t tease, baby—”
You already knew from the way he was basically begging that he was already too far for you to continue, so you let your lips stretch across his member, sucking him hard. Mark’s fingers laced through your hair, holding you to him as you took him into your mouth completely.
He tugged on your locks as your cheeks hollowed, your hand making up for the length that your mouth couldn’t reach for. “Fuck, baby, you’re so good.” You let out a short chuckle to his praise, the vibrations of it sending sudden sparks up his spine as you did so.
Mark’s hands pulled your head closer to him, making you gag slightly before you continued bobbing your head around him, keeping him satisfied at a steady pace. Your hand sped up alongside it, trying to milk him of his orgasm as quickly as you could. Heat had already been growing between your legs from the moment your eyes laid on his cock, but it was growing unbearable at this point.
With a string of curses he released with your name at the tip of his tongue, his cum coating your tongue and spilling down your chin. You pulled away from him with a pop of your lips, wiping off the excess essence into your mouth, savoring the taste of your boyfriend. He watched you with huge eyes, looking like he was about to cry from how hot you looked with your own fingers in his mouth.
From the way he looked so fucked out, you knew that he was essentially going to be useless for the next two hours, so you pulled yourself off from your knees, a little disappointment filling you as tried calming your arousal. You sat back down on the couch, leaning over without a word to grab your laptop when Mark stopped you, looking at you incredulously. “Seriously?”
You sighed. “Mark, I still have my work to do. It’s not gonna go away, you know?” He narrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head immediately.
“That’s great, but I want you to sit on my face first.”
“Okay!” Mark stormed into the living room, his hand above his head, holding a sheet of lined paper. You glanced over at him as you took a sip of coffee, leaning back against the couch as he slammed the paper down on the table dramatically, rattling the glass. “I finished!”
“Finished what?” You leaned over, taking a look at the sheet of paper. “Our bills? Baby, you know that we have to do them online now, right? Mrs. Kim isn’t gonna accept any paper fillouts anymore, she texted us last week, remember?”
He shook his head, plopping down beside you so hard that you almost flew off, and he grabbed you by shoulders, taking a moment to put down your mug before turning you to face him. His expression looked excitedly serious as he reached over and handed you the paper. “No, baby, read it.”
You took a look at the paper, your eyebrows scrunching in amusement as you read the large letters that said ‘THINGS TO DO DURING QUARANTINE’ and the long list that came after that. “Wow, you really went all out. Make fried chicken. Watch a horror movie. Have sex on the balco—”
You looked up at him, chuckles falling out of your mouth as he turned red, grabbing the sheet from you. “Shit—I thought I erased that,” he ruffled his hair in annoyance and a little embarrassment; you, however, were still laughing at how adorably he was reacting to this, even though it was actually something he hadn’t written down on the list. At least you knew he was thinking about it. “H-Hey! Don’t laugh at me!”
Mark’s voice was defensive, his lips turning to a pout as you calmed down on the laughing, raising a hand to squeeze his cheek. “I’m just kidding, baby. You didn’t even write that down and you’re getting all flustered. I’m your girlfriend, you know, you don’t have to be so—upset, ah! You’re so cute—”
“I’m not cute,” he huffed out, opening his mouth to continue until you pulled him by the neck, kissing him softly. His eyes were huge, pleading silently as if it was the first time you had ever kissed him when you pulled away, making the smile on your face grow. “Do that again.”
Humming in thought, you sat back, grabbing your coffee and the TV remote, leaning farther away from him. You could practically see his eyes still shining like stars as he edged closer, the paper forgotten as he leaned in again. Dodging him, his lips landed on your cheek as you turned on the TV, pushing him away slightly.
“You’re not cute,” you said as firmly as you could, avoiding him as you pressed the Netflix button. “We have to get the list done, right? A horror movie it is!”
“I don’t care about the list,” he grabbed your hands, forcing the mug and remote out of them before taking your face into your hands. “I want you to kiss me.” His words came out as a little whine, making you want to give into him with another hum.
-> imagine going to a concert with him; he'd be having the time of his life, singing and dancing along to his favorite artist's songs, looking all happy and smiley. And you wouldn't be able to stop filming him because the way he'd look into the camera with the cheekiest grin and his pretty eyes sparkling with excitement would be too beautiful to not capture it. His hair messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead as he enjoys the music and the general atmosphere and then, when a slow song comes on, he'd pull you closer by the waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck with heavy breaths as he'd whisper the bittersweet lyrics into your ear, his demeanor changing with the atmosphere of his surroundings. And because of the incredible amount of euphoria and excitement shooting through his veins he'd get all needy and hazed by his arousal; his hands would start roaming your body nervously before he'd look into your eyes, showing you how much he needs you, literally not giving you a choice other than to pull him all the way to the back and let him have his way with you. And the two of you would get lost in each other as he'd fill you up with people around you everywhere and the loud music drowning every single sound of shared pleasure...
a/n: alright lovelies, second last chapter before the final one! i’m happy this is coming to an end because this is one of the series i really liked writing :D please do enjoy reading! ♡ ~j
