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[mayaflowerxs]

MASTERLIST

[WARNING: smut, swear words, drug use, could get a bit angsty. But there is fluff so don’t worry if not into that sorts of imagines]

INCLUDES-

STRAYKIDS

NCT

BTS

TXT

ENHYPEN

ATEEZ

THE BOYZ

SEVENTEEN

[NOTE: All my imagines are mine! I did not steal and if I was inspired I will credit the inspirer. Anyways, if you want to give a request for any of the boys. Dm/ask me what boy/group and what you would like the theme to be about. I take any sorts of imagines. If you want to suggest me anything feel free as well! Also gifs aren’t mine, I did not make them! Creds to its proper owner :) ]

[mayaflowerxs]

Heey I just want to say that I really love your Affair Series. It's the most absolutely engaging thing I've ever read on this app, and I keep coming back to reread it! I also love your writing style, you are sooo good at this. I'm happily waiting for the last chapter.

Sending you lots of love, and I hope you continue to enjoy writing.

Stay healthy and happy. ~♡

Hiii!! Thank you for the compliments it means the world to me really😭 I’m very glad that you enjoy my series and have stuck around to even reread them again!

I do enjoy writing, and as of late I have been extremely busy but I mean it when I say that I have been writing as much as I can.

It is people like you who enjoy my work that make me motivated to continue despite when I have writers block haha.

I can happily say that I have already started on Doyoung’s fic and can anticipate it to be done by the end of this week!!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart and hope you stick around for more of my future works!🤍🤍

[mayaflowerxs]

The part about “red pussy”…dried me up like the desert… lots of us absolutely do not have red pussies under any circumstances…just sharing..

LMAOO im so sorry if you thought that way, don’t think I meant it like a bloody kinda red. When I wrote it, I most likely was thinking of the kind of dark shade of purple but as I wrote it kinda late the words weren’t coming to me so I said red haha.

I meant to describe it in a way where it was played with so much, the friction of it caused it to go to a shade darker?

Hope that explained it a bit, again sorry if that freaked you out😂

[mayaflowerxs]

hellooo can i request a smut abt jaemin and fem reader in a secluded/private pool just like the one's in inferno😩 thanksss!!

AFTER HOUR PRIVACY

Synopsis: On a tv show to find love, your journey with the beloved Na Jaemin all began in the pool.

Warning: Smut / Fluff /, swear word usage, alcohol consumption, pool sex. Little to no plot! So sorry it took AGES, I’ve been super busy but I’ll try my hardest to upload more!! Please enjoy and sorry it isn’t the best!

Pairing; Jaemin x f!reader

Splashing can be heard following a series of giggles. Besides that, only the the crickets are what keeps the night from utter silence in the villa. Way past midnight, with all other contenders fast asleep with the exception of two.

It was currently day 3 and although it was still all fairly new, you had already embarked the start of what can be of something nice with the charismatic Na Jaemin, 23 year old citizen from Jeonju-si ,South Korea. Contrast to your first impression of the man, you had quickly gotten close with him. Hitting it off way easier than you’d ever thought. Before you knew it, you would be taking a late night swim with him.

Even though, the two of you are already partnered up, with someone else.

Cornered, Jaemin’s arms are at your sides. On a mission to tickle you, a mischievous grin on his face to get you to laugh. Squirming and pushing at his chest, he’s too strong to stop him. “NaNa stop! They’re going to hear us.” You whisper shout at him through a fit of giggles. Shrugging his shoulders, he stops tickling you only to pull you in by your waist. You instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face in his neck to stop the snickering.

It was wrong to be doing this. To be out this late when the rest of the villa was asleep, and especially to be doing this when the two of you are clearly not partners. It’s not fair to neither person who’s currently sleeping alone in your shared beds.

“We don’t owe them anything.” Jaemin tries to reason with you. Raising a brow, you pull back to look at him clearly.

“I know what you’re thinking. It’s only been 3 days, its still early days. We owe no loyalty.”

“But shouldn’t we at least tell them that you know…we’re…” “Hooking up?” Smacking his arm, he only snorts and leans in to press a sudden kiss to your cheek. “You’re cute when you worry.” Smacking him once more, he fakes a wince. “What’s that for?” “For being an asskisser.” Smirking his voice lowers an octave. “baby for you, I’ll gladly do all the ass kissing-“ An attempt to kiss you, you press your hand on his lips. “Not happening, you already ruined my hair.” You sigh and pull back, not noticing the slight look of disapproval on the boy’s face when you do that. In a small span of time, he’s noticed he’s grown needy for your touch. His arm was quick to rest on your side immediately afterwards. He stares as you take your hair out of the messy bun, hair still kept dry.

“Oh I’m sorry, how about I fix that real quick.” Jaemin shrugs before he picks you up, arms tucked under your legs. Wrapping them around his waist, “Jaemin, what are you doing?” Eyes widening when you notice he’s beginning to back up, going further to the deeper side of the pool. “Don’t you dare wet my hair.” You try to push him off but to no avail, his hold on you is kept strong. Last thing you did before the both of you are plunged into the water is wrapping your arms around his toned shoulders.

Coming up for water, splashing him when he breaks the surface only to grin in your face. “What an ass!” You try to move the sticky strands of hair out of your face, he only laughs and when he tries to swim closer to you, he’s only met with your knee attempting to aim at his lower region. “Ok! Ok! I’m sorry.” Ignoring him, you swim over to the other end of the pool. Picking up the glass of wine you left on the edge and just as you take a sip you felt his presence behind you. Arms on either side on you, caging you in, his chest on your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Mouth close to your ear as he lays small air kisses, “M’sorry y/n, please forgive me.” Attempting to give him the silent treatment, Jaemin picks on it immediately and results in pressing soft sensual kisses to your neck.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you closer to him. Hands massaging your soft wet skin. “Y/n, baby I’m sorry. Please forgive me?” Eyes closed as the feeling of his mouth and hands on you make you seem to be in some kind of hypnosis, you can only hum before you force yourself to focus. Shaking your head, you’re just about to move away from him when he pushes you up against the edge of the pool. “No?” He asks, pitch slightly risen, the question in it sounds taunting. “Would you like me to prove to you just how sorry I am?”

“Jaemin, I think it’s time to go inside-“

Squealing when he suddenly turns you around and lifts you up, propping you to sit on the concrete. Feeling much rougher than the smoothness of the water. “Let me show you just how sorry I am.” Pulling you to the very edge by your legs, bringing you closer to his face, your eyes widen. “Jaemin the cameras. What if the others see?” Not responding, he merely uses his forearm to push your back onto the concrete, spreading your legs to get full access to your bikini bottom. “Just relax baby. They turn the cameras off after 1 am.”

“But Jae- “ Throwing your head back with a moan, mouth slightly gaping the moment you felt his tongue on you.

Pushing your bikini to the side where he has no struggle in attaching his mouth on your sopping cunt. Tongue flicking everywhere, a finger on your clit as he proceeds to rub figure eights. Strands of his wet hair sticks to his forehead, his back muscle tenses the longer he’s hovering over you. Sounds of slurping can be heard the faster he eats you out. Fighting the urge to close your legs, your nails failing to dig into the hard ground results in them running through the wet locks of the man that has left you breathless since day one.

Your chest rises with every hard intake of breath you make. It felt good, amazing. He certainly wasn’t a man with little to no experience, he knew what he was doing. He knows how to get you going especially when he makes sure to look up at you, keeping his eyes on you. Even when his mouth was occupied, you could still notice when he smirked with every moan that left your pink lips. “Jaemin-“ You try to push his head away from you, you were close. He knew that and so he grabs your hands and pins them at your sides.

Sucking harder, focusing on your sensitive bud until he had you shaking for him. Not stopping even when you had already came on his mouth, not when half his face was drenched. His own grunts can be heard the faster he laps up your pussy, seeing the drunken look on his face is enough to know he’s gotten addicted to your taste.

“Jaemin, babe.” You whimper, legs shaking with every passing second that it stays held up. His grip on your wrists on tightens when you try to pry yourself of him. The man going down on you pulls back only to spit on your red throbbing pussy and reattach himself to you. Soon you begin to feel another orgasm beginning to start back up. Fully making out with your pussy, you watch as the pussy drunken man before you loses himself to your essence. A look of bliss on his face almost as if he’s been starved for who knows how long.

He can’t get enough of you. Since the moment he met eyes with you, he knew you would be wrecking him every which way. You would be on his mind from when he wakes up in the morning to when he falls asleep, but unfortunately wouldn’t be who he gets to partner up as it seems someone else also happened to have his eyes set on you. But he can’t blame them, you’re gorgeous, you have great banter with anyone even though he prefers if it was only with him. You have no problem turning him on and even though he’s currently partnered up with someone else, he can’t help but think of the many obscene scenarios he wishes to fulfill with you and only you.

So now, that he’s here. Alone in the middle of the night in Spain. On a beautiful villa with you spread out for him, how can he not appreciate every second he gets with you. Even if he may become greedy?

High pitched moans are ripped out of you, breath hitched as your orgasm is much stronger than the first. managing to turn your hands, your fingers begin to rub soft circles on Jaemin’s veiny ones. Something that helps him get out of his daze. With one last kiss to your clit, he pulls away and lowers your legs. Pulling you over to him until he plants his wet lips on yours. Moaning into his mouth when you get a taste of yourself. “You tasted like cherries, my favorite.” Jaemin says to you huskily.

A hand of yours reached the back of his neck. Fingers curling the ends of his hair, you notice the adorable look on his face. Lips swollen, tired face but his eyes still held a hint of lust in them. The idea that he may be harder underneath the water only wants you to continue this reckless behavior. Pulling him closer to you, you lean into his ear. In a whisper,

“Fuck me.”

A small groan can be heard, shrieking when he suddenly pulls you in the pool only to have you pressed on the wall of the pool and bent over on the edge. Hand tugging your top off to reveal your perky tits. Grinning when you feel him kneading your ass before you feel it.

His tip rubbing up against your pussy lips. Gasping at the sudden friction. Jaemin keeps you bent over, his arm pressing your back to keep your tits on the cold ground. “Be good.” He says sternly before he thrusts in. Gasping at the intrusion, you couldn’t believe the size of him. He wasn’t huge but definitely bigger than what you had imagined.

Yet again, the man takes you by surprise when he doesn’t seem to pick up pace. Instead he keeps his thrust slow and sensual. Making sure to hit every inch of you warm tight walls. His angry red tip kissing your cervix beautifully, the bulge on your lower abdomen becoming prominent of his tip. You felt slightly embarrassed that it had only taken 3 days for you to sleep with a stranger that you just met, but when he begins to fuck you harder you can’t seem to care.

“NaNa..” You whine, this only riles the man and soon he picks up the pace. The water moves with harsh waves with every movement he makes. Some of it spilling out of the tub, your face on the ground, hand gripping your hair as you try to focus on your labor breathing. Starting to feel yourself lose any sense due to his throbbing cock, Moaning when you suddenly feel him pull you up. His left hand wrapping around your neck as the other wraps around your waist securely. “Look at you going dumb on my cock.” He snickers in your ear.

“Feels so fucking good.” You manage to get out.

“Yeah? Better than what you’ve had lately?” He asks while giving a particular forceful thrust. Having to set your arm on the rail in order to gain balance. “So much better!” You agree.

Turned to face him, you feel his arms come underneath your legs. Scooping you up until your clinging onto him, he re-enters you. This time he’s no longer soft, sensual but instead he rams into you. Knocking the breath out of you, he pounds into you as you rest your arm back on the rim of the pool. Your tits bounce in his face, enticing him to lean in and soon he does,

Mouth attaching itself on your harden nipples. Sensitive to his tongue as he proceeds to nibble on them slightly. Sucking until he leaves them red and with hickies on them. Rotating between each tit, his face nuzzled in them even when he’s bouncing you hard on his cock. “Fuck Jaemin, keep doing that.” You plead, throwing your head back. His lips quickly to find your neck. Sucking until they too are covered in his love bites. No longer caring if either one of your partner’s find suspicion. They’ll have to find out one way or another,

That you’re his from here on out. And he does not plan on sharing you. Not when you’re wrapped around his dick so nice and tightly. Not when your tits are practically begging to be fondled with. Not when you moan his name so prettily, like his name was always mean’t to be moaned out by you. You got him perfectly wrapped around your finger and he does not care.

So, if he must go back to his shared room with the other contenders. To have to go back to sharing a bed with his partner. To have to see you get in bed with another man, he might as well make this night memorable for the both of you. A silent promise for more in the future.

Grabbing a leg of yours, he pushes you back on the ground and lifts your leg to gain a better angle. Better access to hitting deep within your bruised cunt, and when your walls tighten around him immediately he knows he found your g spot.

Feeling glorious, he doesn’t stop hitting the exact spot. Hair sticking to his forehead, its unknown if whether its water or his sweat. He ignores the fact that it’s getting in the way of his vision. He eyes dead set at the connection between the two of you. Watching how your pussy begs to be filled with his cock. How it tightens every time he thrusts back.

“Jaemin I’m so close!” You hiccup, he coos.

“You going dumb on my cock baby? Am I taking your breath away? I see how much you’re struggling to breath baby.” He taunts with a shit eating grin.

Rolling your eyes, head tosses back its quickly pulled forward when you feel his hand coming to wrap around your throat. “Open those pretty eyes princess, want you to look at me while you come on my cock.” Despite the struggle, you try your hardest to keep your eyes open. You rest your arm on top of Jaemin’s whose hold doesn’t relent on your throat.

You hear the way he’s beginning to groan excessively. He too about ready to reach his peak. How uneven his thrusts are, he’s faster, messier and relentless. His breathing is uneven and his brows are furrowed with determination.

“Shit!”

You feel your orgasm hit you like a powerful wave. Jaemin is quick to pull out, shooting his load on your stomach. Painting your body with white hot cum. Some of it going on his abs. Catching your breaths, Jaemin leans in to press a soft kiss on your temple. “You okay?” Sending him a soft smile, you nod and cup his face to press a real kiss on his lips. One you know he wanted for a while now. Seeing the look of content on his face, you chuckle and allow him as he begins to wipe his cum off your body. Helping the two of you out of the pool and helping you put your bikini back on. Pulling up his trousers.

Entering the building, the two of you head over to the bathroom. Realizing it’s a bad idea to shower if you don’t wanna wake anyone up. The best course of action would to simply change. And just as the two of you are about to head into the bedroom, you stop when you notice something on Jaemin’s abdomen. “What?’

His eyes widen when you suddenly get on your knees. “What are you-“ a low gasp falls out of his mouth as he stares amazed, tongue out as you begin to lick at his abdomen. Licking him clean of the excess semen that spurted on him. It was hot to say the last, but the tip of the icebreak may have been when you looked up at him with a cheeky smile. Feeling the familiar rush flowing down to his dick, he groans in frustration when you stop once you licked him clean and walked off not before sending him a wink.

“Goodnight.”

Now horny and with a hard on, Jaemin will have to fall asleep the you on his mind yet again.

Only now, he’d have to plan the next open opportunity where he can get you to himself. Away from the others, away from your partners and somewhere where he can fuck you to his hearts content.

To show you, he isn’t the only one that can be left wanting more.

[mayaflowerxs]

Could you please try and make a part 2 for after sunrise

I love the book so much

Hello! Thanks for the ask and even more for the compliment haha! I’m glad you enjoyed but unfortunately there will be no part 2 for ‘After Sunrise’ as stated in the series Masterlist none are intended with a part two.

I’m sorry :( , but I will try to come out with more fics with similar concepts tho !🤍

[mayaflowerxs]

will we ever get crazy in love part 2??

YESSS!!

Sorry for the long wait but promise there will be!! I still have several requests that are needed to be finished but trust me as soon as I get to them, Crazy In Love pt.2 will be the first fic I work on!😇🤍

[sugaringtalking]

jaemin rec list

love on the floor @lucyandthepen

crazy in love @mayaflowerxs

[mayaflowerxs]

🤍🤍

[oddeyecir-cle]

lee haechan fic recs

here are some of my personal favorites in no particular order₊˚✮ ｡⊹

@cherryeoniis ☆

the dreams we're scared of

one, two, three

double take

going below zero

@jaeyunverse ☆

seasons in the sun

@choerrypuffs ☆

fast times

i become attracted to seaweed

@sugarjaee ☆

allover

winter epiphany

@kiwisol ☆

the art of secrets

@jenoloqy ☆

romancing

@hyuckles-chuckles ☆

your favorite boy

@tyonfs ☆

the thing about dating

@cozyjae ☆

ice ice baby

@dkfile ☆

in fair verona

@tonicandjins ☆

love always

23 moments with donghyuck

@hyuckmov ☆

if i believe you

@yoondoze ☆

foe-ney

miscalculated assumptions

@jishyucks ☆

and they were roommates

@goldenscript ☆

coffee wars

@mayaflowerxs ☆

under a spell

@taelme ☆

all at once, the happiness i knew

@liliansun ☆

free trial wedding style

first anniversary

@tqmies ☆

6 reasons i hate boys

@dat-town ☆

cry wolf

@jaemsljn ☆

snow on concrete

@chu-ni ☆

candy jar

[mayaflowerxs]

Thank you for the rec hun, much love!!🤍

[deactivated26490301726479-deact]

mark lee fic recs

(adding to it over time)

full length

launch | @xiaodejunletsact

genre: astronaut!au, 1960's au, angst, fluff, some suggestive content but nothing too crazy, adventure, husband!au, fatherlau

synopsis: ever since he was a young boy, mark's dream was to be the first man on the moon. along his journey to accomplish his dream, he finds there are many hardships would have to face in order to succesfully complete his mission and come back home to the love of his life.

ultimate spider-man: spider-mark | @onyourhyuck

genre: Coming Of Age. Romance. Spiderman!mark. Mentions of hero duties. Smut smut smut minors Dni. enemies/rivals to lovers trope. Big dick mark agenda. Mention of getting harassed and attacked on the street. Mark jumps out a building with y/n. Medic students. Y/n is a confident queen. Fingering female receiving. Head receiving female. Spit mention. Breast play. Unprotected sex (wrap your willies pls ty.)

synopsis : wherein one night you were saved by spider-man from a bunch of men harassing you and you find out it’s your enemy all along.

the hot babysitter (m) | @mayaflowerxs

genre: babysitter!mark x troublemaker!reader, smut, angst, fluff

synopsis: Being untrusted, you are stuck in a rowdy house as your younger siblings are being babysat with the hottest guy you’ve ever met. Irritated by how loyal he is, you wonder how long he will last before he cracks upon the little game you’re playing on him.

this is (not) easy (m) | @mrkis

genre: fwb, f2l, crack humour, fluff, smut, angst

synopsis: getting into a friends with benefits situation with your all time best friend was so (not) easy

two people | @rrxnjun

genre: wedding planner! mark, fiancé! jeno, strangers to lovers aul slice of life, slowburn, angst, hurt/comfort

synopsis: two people under bedsheets: one suffocating lover, one fool in a wedding gown. in other words, where you find the courage to get over your guilt and break free from your own promise, all becasue, in true irony, your wedding planner.

watch me | @sluttyten

genre: smut, fluff, neighbours, barista!mark, voyeurism, masturbation

synopsis: you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?

on edge (m) | @ncteez

genre: bf little brother! au, smut, fluff

synopsis: dating the strict, well-liked, and loving doyoung came with its hurdles. normally, the two of you could communicate and work through the downsides, but what if the newest downside of the relationship is learning that his little brother, mark, has a bit of a thing for you?

baseball (and other disasters) | @tqmies

genre: romance, f2l, idiots to lovers, mutual pining

synopsis: everyone admired mark lee, starting pitcher of your school's baseball team and famed ladies man. you, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met.

too bad that was all it took to grow an embarrassingly huge crush on him.

so when he comes to you, in need of a new baseball manager, how could you say no to that face? (spoiler: you couldn't)

[mayaflowerxs]

Thanks for recommending my fic love!😭🤍

[mayaflowerxs]

hi!! before requesting i wanted to know how do you feel about polyamorous relationships?

Hello!

Polyamorous relationships is definitely something I don’t often write but do find fascinating. I have contemplated on several of my works if I should or not incorporate it! I don’t really have much knowledge about them but I do think it would be fun to kinda add that to some of my fics just to keep my imagines more diverse?? And not be the same old stuff haha

I would be happy to be able to write you whatever you’d like if you do request anything and I will try my best to make it as accurate as possible ! 🤍

[mayaflowerxs]

you used a gif from when jisung was 16

Hello, so yeah just to clarify the fic is does NOT have anyone who’s under the age. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any recent gifs of the two of them where it wasn’t either 1. overly too big that it took too much space, 2. that was of semi good quality and also 3. Most important one, not stealing gifs from anyone that may not want their gifs to be reposted.

I try my best to make sure to not post or make anything that may come off as ignorant or uncomfortable but I do want to assure the gif is in no way meant to sexualize Jisung as a minor.

Sorry if it bothered you, but like I said I couldn’t find any gifs of them recently without going against others creators wishes. And it was only used for the sake of showing both of them in the same shot so that readers could know that it was both a Jaemin and Jisung fic!

[mayaflowerxs]

hii! if u don't mind, can u do meandom!jaemin && softdom!jisung threesome please? :D

SHARING IS CARING

Synopsis: Loving you in secrecy is a lot harder than Jisung thought it’d be. Especially when your boyfriend is his possessive best friend. But maybe Jaemin’s kink for voyeurism may just be the way to your pants & possible heart.

Warning: Smut! / swear word usage, voyeurism kink, exhibition, est. relationship, threesome, creampies, dirty talking, and name calling, Jisung is a lovesick pup. (Not the best im so sorry!)

Pairing: Jaemin x f!reader x Jisung

Loud banging can be heard from downstairs. What was supposed to be a movie night soon turned into a sex marathon upstairs in Jaemin’s room. A part of the guys wanted to be understanding, okay yeah it has been a long time since there has been any alone time spent with you but to do it when everyone’s home? Jesus.

None of them really had the energy to get dressed and go out and hoped that maybe turning up the volume would heard. But to their dismay it only got louder upstairs. To say Jaemin was a beast would be an understatement, but to make it even more interesting. It wasn’t even just you and him up there, but one other person as well.

Their maknae.

“Fuck Jisung faster!“ They can hear you shout, the bed frame smacking into the thin wall over and over again. The guys send each other look, a silent agreement. “Movie theaters?” Mark makes the effort to speak up first. “Yeah sure.” A chorus was made as they are quick to drop everything and leave as soon as possible. Leaving with a loud slam on the door but that wasn’t going to stop the sinful actions going on in your boyfriends room.

Your relationship with Jaemin is for the most part not an open relationship. He’s made it very clear you’re all his, so to explain how you managed to get dicked down by both him and his roommate is just a bit confusing. Before you began dating the boy, it had been made painfully obvious both him and Jisung has had a massive crush on you.

So much it even almost broke up their friendship. Luckily though, Jisung had managed to ‘move on’ which in some parts he did. You fell for Jaemin and so he congratulated the two of you when you made it official. It wasn’t up until a month before their upcoming comeback did all those feelings for you start spiraling back up again. The two of you hung out more, you played video games with him as look as he let you give him a makeover. You forced him to go shopping with him and he forced you on scary rollercoaster rides in return. It should’ve been platonic but when he saw how the wind brushed your hair back, your perfume hitting his nostrils and the festivals bright colorful lights hit you as the moon cascaded down. He knew in that moment that maybe he wasn’t completely over you. And that was going to cause a problem all over again.

To hide it was even worse. Seeing you get all cuddly with Jaemin only made him yearn for you all the more. He watched how the two of you cooked and fed each other food. How you sat on his lap and played with his hair. To wear matching clothes and taking photo sessions with his camera. And when he got you to himself, he was foolish to feed himself to the same standards. Thinking it was okay to inch closer to you at the dinner table.

To hold your hand just as you’re about to cross on a busy road. To lend you his hoodies just so they’d smell like you when you gave them back and to pull you into his side when you got scared. Smiling fondly at you when you painted his nails and combed his hair. All of which did not go unnoticed by Jaemin himself. As much as Jaemin considers Jisung as his brother, there is a tiny flaw he has.

And that’s how insanely possessive he is. And to have to watch Jisung shamelessly flirt with you only irked him. He can’t blame you though, you’re gorgeous and the sweetest person ever. Who wouldn’t love you? And okay, so maybe he was a little out of line when he suddenly turned you around and smashed his lips on top of yours while you were mid conversation with Jisung. And a little out of line, when he smirked as he watched Jisung clear his throat uncomfortably and walk off into the comfort of his room.

But you were his. It was thought that the two of them had finally gotten past this. Over the course of the next few weeks you noticed how much more clinger Jaemin got. Pulling you into his lap every chance he got. Kissing your neck and murmuring lewd things in your ear. Slapping your ass each time you walked past him and of course in front of Jisung so that he knew, you were his. Jaemin thought he was doing all of this because of jealousy. Well at least that’s how it all started out as.

But that all changed the day you and him were alone in the dorms. At least that’s what you thought. You hadn’t noticed Jisung was in fact the only other person home, he had just been too preoccupied on his pc to care who was with him. It has been a long time since the two of you have had a proper day to relax. You decided why not?

Yet another loss Jisung gets in his game. Just as he’s about to press begin, he hears it. Staggered breathing, pants, groans, a bed squeaking and a slight banging on the door. As he takes off the head set his eyes widen at the realization that you were having sex with Jaemin in the room next door to his. He couldn’t believe it, a part of him felt his heart break but the majority felt curious. Wondering how you looked in such a vulnerable state. Are you just as beautiful as you always are? Of course you must be, the rushing thoughts of seeing you naked, hair disheveled and sweaty as you’re struggling to catch your breath while also begging for more made him make the irrational decision to get off his gaming chair and leave his room.

He planned to plant his ear up the door but when he sees it was actually slightly cracked open, he froze. ‘No this is wrong!’ But the closer he got the louder and more clearer he heard from you. After much conflict with himself, he did in fact get closer and boy did his imagination not do you justice. Legs pushed up to your chest, his best friend’s large hands gripping them as he focused on pounding into you. Forehead scrunched as he sets a brutal pace to your sopping cunt. Your body glistened with sweat, the ray of sunlight that pierced through the window made you glow so dearly. Your hair was scattered all over the bed but your skin. Your skin was bruised with Jaemin’s love bites that he made sure to be prominent for days despite your protests.

“Fuck Jaemin I can’t!” You cry out, hands desperately gripping the sheets as you hear your essence squelch with every hard thrust he makes. “Yes you can, fucking take it.” Jisung didn’t expect the harsh tone that falls out of his best friends mouth. To see how aggressive his thrusts were, how easily he manhandled you. Turning your body around, pressing your face down on the comforter as he returned to pounding you again. A hand gripping your hair, leaning down to suck even more hickies on your neck. Jisung felt slightly embarrassed by how easily turned on he’s getting. To feel the tight restriction in his pants the more he watches you be drilled into by his best friend.

Boy if only he knew that Jaemin was aware of his presence. And that there was a slightly possibility that the reason he began to fuck you like a madman was for Jisung’s perverted eyes.

And that he knew Jisung had been palming himself.

Jaemin couldn’t get that day out of his head. He couldn’t help but smirk when he encountered Jisung a few minutes after having sex with you and seeing how flustered he was. Feigning innocence. Even saying he wasn’t even aware that the two of you were even home and that he was too busy playing games. Jaemin knew, and he also knew that having Jisung watch turned Jaemin on a lot more than he would have liked.

He’d been bouncing back and forth with the idea of him possibly joining the two of you some time. And while he struggles to find reasons why he shouldn’t, he sees how much much closer Jisung gets with you. Boundaries he sure as hell knows he’s crossing. To catch Jisung shamelessly checking you out, smirking each time you grin at him and at some point even picked you up and throwing the both of you into the pool. Jaemin bites the inside of his cheek when he sees how turned on Jisung was when you clutched onto him. Your boobs pressed into his chest, and if he even thinks to look down he might just get motorboated by them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, having to bite his lip in order to prevent a moan from falling out his mouth you grind on him. Your thin bikini causing friction on his shorts that now, have a large dent in them.

Finally one night, he pops the question to you.

“What do you think of Jisung?” He said as you were cuddled up this side. “Jisung? Well he seems lovely, very funny. Why?” “If I allowed him to have sex with you would you?” Eyes bulging, you sit up with a look of shock on your face. “What?” You laugh nervously. “Tell me not you’re aware that he has a massive crush on you, not even that he’s in love with you.” Your face begins to heat up at the sudden news, “What? Jisung no way. We’re just friends-“ “That’s how we started off.”

“Okay but that’s different.” “No it’s not, before we started going out the two of us couldn’t even get along because we liked you so much.” “..really?” Nodding he sits up and takes ahold of your hands. “He loves you just as much as I do.” He sends you a soft smile in which you return.

“Which is why…if I were to talk about let’s say a threesome?” Chuckling nervously, you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know..I mean Jisung is attractive and I would be lying if I said there hasn’t been some sort of tension when he gets close to me.”

“Ah so you were aware that he’s been getting a lot closer to you then?” He raises a brow at you. “Well yeah! I mean who wouldn’t?” Shaking his head he grins and leans in for a kiss in which you gladly give him. “My dirty little slut, I bet you wondered how he is in bed.” Seeing your cheeks reddening he scoffs and holds your jaw. “Would you like that mhm? To have him fuck that little pussy of yours?” Feeling a small moan escape your mouth you nod slightly. “Words baby you know I hate the silence.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I’d like him to fuck my little pussy.”

“Good.”

Jisung was sure Jaemin was fucking with him. There was no way the most possessive man on the planet was actually allowing him in on a threesome with him and you. The same man that had ‘accidentally’ sent him a sex tape of the two of you going at it like bunnies in a public bathroom. The same man that verbally told him upfront and proudly to him the day he fingered you in the movie theaters and how he you sucked him off during the ride home. With your consent of course.

Jaemin who made each every opportunity to rub it in the youngster’s face that no matter how much he wished, he wasn’t the one who’s dating you. And nonetheless the one making love to you very night.

“You’re messing with me right?” Jisung chuckles nervously at him.

But the serious look on Jaemin’s face was a clear give away that he was in fact not messing with him. “I know you spied on us having sex.” “W-What?” Rolling his eyes, Jaemin huffs and takes the seat in front of his band mate. “Look I already spoke to y/n and she’s on board.” “Really?” Jisung couldn’t prevent himself from getting a little too excited by the news. But to know you actually would be all for having sex with him made the fluttering feelings compile back up in his stomach. “Don’t look too excited.” His smile falters.

“I call the shots and just because I’m allowing you to spend a night with her doesn’t mean she’s yours. Got that?” Struggling to come up with an answer, Jaemin stands up and goes to make his way out. “Of course if that’s a problem for you then I can always get someone else to replace you-“

“No!” Falling back into his seat, he composes himself. “I’m..I got it. I’m in.” Jaemin smirks and nods, “alright, she’ll be here tomorrow. She likes creampies so don’t jerk yourself off before then.” And like that he’s gone. Jisung groans and falls into the comfort of his bed. He knew what he was doing by telling him that, it’s like he likes torturing him. And having that thought run in his head, imagining you full of his cum, god did that leave him with a painful erection for the rest of the night.

To say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie. He was, every night he wondered how it’d be like to have you so close to him. To feel every inch of you and love you like you have always been his. A part of him still thinks it’s all some fucked up prank but when the day finally comes and you arrive.

It didn’t take long to have him locked in Jaemin’s room with you in nothing but a very thin and revealing lingerie. And although Jaemin wasn’t kidding, he was on the other hand a big meanie. Forcing Jisung to do nothing but watch for the first fifteen minutes of you on your knees sucking him off. His large hand on your hair as he forced you to take every inch of him. Slightly choking but quick to level yourself. Immediate to start sucking him again. “Look how damn needy you are for me. What a fucking cock slut.” Jaemin hisses, forcing you to look up at him. Your mouth open, he spits into it and forced you back on his dick. When he notices your hand make it’s way down to your pussy, he laughs fakely. “You feeling excited baby? Love the idea of having someone watch you suck me off like a bitch in heat?”

Pulling you off him, he turns you around to face Jisung who sits there with a big dent in his pants. “You like having Jisung watch you act like a slut?” “So much!” You shriek out when you feel Jaemin beginning to rub your clit furiously. Squirming in his lap, he wraps his other arm to keep you sat on his lap. “Look at him, don’t you dare look elsewhere while I’m making you come on my fingers.” Hands on the arm chair are clenched tightly, your clit getting sensitive the more Jaemin continues to rub. “Tell him how good it feels.” He says in your ear.

“God it feels so good Jisung!” His hands currently gripping the bed sheets, he groans as he stared at you unfolding at the seams. Trying your hardest to not break eye contact but it’s very hard the closer your getting to your climax. “How bad do you want him?” Jaemin tells you. “I need him badly Jaem!” “What do you want from him?” A short scream escapes you when he suddenly forces three fingers into your cunt. Thrusting with no reason to slow down. “I want his dick Jaem! Please Jisungie I need to suck your cock!”

Jaemin laughs at your state, “My little cock slut.” He presses a tender kiss on your cheek. A complete stark contrast from the abuse he’s doing on your poor heat. “Let’s see, Jisungie are you gonna let her suck your cock?” He gulps and nods. Standing up slowly and making his way over to you. Watching as your moans getting louder. “I’m close! So close!” Jaemin slows down which causes you to whine, a loud slap is heard. A red hand print on your ass, “Undo his pants baby.” Obliging, you unbutton his jeans and proceed to tug them down. He helps you and when he’s finally released, he slightly hisses when the sudden cold air hits him. He’s rock hard, and has your mouth salivating. “Go ahead, suck.” Jeamin pushes your head down to his dick.

And you do. You rip a loud groan out of Jisung when you kick one long stripe up from the base to his tip. Puppy eyes you make, something you always do to Jaemin that always has him fucking your throat. Knowing he’d explode his entire load inside your mouth. And that’s exactly what you want from Jisung. “Look at her.” Jaemin tells him. And he does, his hand goes to softly stroke your cheek as you jerk him off and focus your kitten licks on his red angry tip. The sudden harsh smack on your ass has you squealing but they’re muffled when your mouth is too preoccupied with Jisung’s dick. The vibration feels great around him, so much he begins to softly thrust into your mouth. Not wanting to hurt you. “That’s it, keep sucking him.” You hear a zipper and soon ruffling. Jaemin was taking off his pants and so you lift yourself just the tiniest bit to help him. But you’re so focused on making Jisung feel good. Loving how blissful he looks, his head thrown back the more you bob your head. Purposefully gagging on him that you don’t hear Jaemin command you to sit back down on him.

So he takes the liberty to do it for you, but when he does. You don’t expect to sit down on his dick. Forcing himself deep into your abdomen, filling you up full. Your tight walls quick to wrap themselves around him. “Fuck! Pussy still too tight shit..” Jaemin grunts. He was right, since the two of you have been dating. You’ve had sex for well over a hundred times and still you stay to be nice and tight for him. Even on the days you cock warm him. “Bounce on it slut.”

Jisung’s chest was heaving the faster you sucked him. Looking down and seeing your pretty tits bounce along with your movements. To watch how you lose yourself on Jaemin’s cock. A sight for sore eyes. It’s all heavenly that he can’t hold it in much longer, “Close..” he’s barely able to let out. He’s shocked to see you made no effort to pull away from him and instead you kept hollowing your cheeks around him. Fondling with his balls until finally he shot his load in the back of your throat. Watching you as you swallowed all of it, wiping the part that slipped out of your mouth only to lick it clean. “Fuck..” Jisung can’t help but say out loud. He watched how you sit up and raise your arms to pull him closer. And when he lets you, his eyes widen when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss. Tasting himself on your lips, a bit salty and yet it only made him hard again.

When he pulls away, Jaemin pulls you off his dick. “On the bed baby.” He slaps your bum once more before you do. “How about we show Jisung how loud you can truly get yeah?” He grins at the thought and pulls you at the edge of the bed. “Yes please!” Throwing your head back when he pushes himself back in again. You’re put back into Jaemin’s favorite position and as you look over at Jisung you notice it may just be his as well. Jaemin pushing your legs until they’re by your chest, pressing you together as it’s more leverage for him to fuck into you harder. Skin on skin clapping reverberates off the walls. The bed constantly getting fucked on its beginning to creak with every thrust made. Your moans won’t stop getting louder and suddenly feeling Jisung’s lips on yours is all too much for you to focus clearly.

By the time Jaemin rips an orgasm out of you, overstimulated and clearly sensitive he cares too little and instead demands Jisung to sit down on the chair he was previously sitting on. Carrying you up and placing you on his lap, “Bounce.”

When Jisung notices the tears beginning to spill he worries he had hurt you. About ready to call it all off but he stops when you start to repeat, over and over again like a mantra, “love your cock! Love it so much!” If he wasn’t so engulfed with pleasure at the moment then he would have grown shy about it. But he can’t think of anything other than your tight gummy walls. He looks down and groans upon the sight of your abdomen. The slight dent his tip creates the more you take him. And when you cling on him, tits in his face he can’t help but lean in and suck. Sucking until there’s a visible bruise, and before he knows it he doesn’t stop and that only gets you to fuck him harder. “Shit!” He yells out when you tighten around him. His mind growing fuzzy, he thinks he’s losing his conscious. He’s never felt this much pleasure before, nothing his hand could ever compete.

Suddenly, Jisung is no longer paying much mind to what Jaemin has to say. He picks you up and lays you on the bed. Ramming into you with passion and need. Unlike Jaemin, he’s fucking you to prove his undying love for you. Unfortunately this may be his only time to really show you how he’s feeling. And as much as he’s like to have sex with you for the fun of it, he has to take the opportunity to reveal his true feelings for you. Knowing he can never do that verbally.

Jaemin sees this but doesn’t interject. He’s made his intentions clear and he knows Jisung’s a good enough guy to not do anything to ruin what he has with you. So he sits back and watches how Jisung kisses your body with delicacy. Hands rubbing your skin and grinding himself in you making sure you feel all of him inside you. Leaving hickey after hickey. And when he lifts your leg and throws it over his shoulder. He pounds you until you’re seeing stars. Leaning closer to kiss you, losing himself to the taste of your lips as you cling onto him. Almost as if you need him to survive and that only feeds his love for you.

His hand falls down to find your clit. Loving the sound of your high pitched moans at the feeling of him rubbing furiously on your sensitive nub. Pressing soft kisses to your face, he leans towards your ear and whispers. “Come for me princess.” The pet name was new, and to have him so close, so deep. You lose yourself in his embrace. But you do more than just come.

Chest heaving rapidly and body shaking with the intense orgasm, you spill all over the comforter as Jisung continues to rub. You were squirting for him, and so much his dick was completely drenched in your essence. All of it was overwhelming, and before he knew it. He too was coming, and hard.

“Oh shit! Shit!” Along with Jaemin’s, he spurts his load inside you. Groaning when he looks down and sees both his and Jaemin’s load falling out of your fucked out hole. Feeling himself grow soft inside you, he whines by the sensitivity of his dick when he goes to pull out of you. You were too tired out, going in and out of a slumber but that wasn’t stopping Jaemin. Pushing the younger boy out of the way, he spreads your legs apart and dives right into your messy cunt.

“Fuck Jaemin!” You shake in ecstasy. “Please no more!” Slapping your thigh when you try to close your legs around his head. You hear his slurping bounce off the walls. Sucking and licking figure eights on your clit. And when he finally does let go of you, his chin glistens with yours and their essences.

The three of you try to catch each other’s breaths. “Shower time.” Jaemin simply tells you, feeling your pussy flutter at the meaning of that. Turning to face Jisung, he ignores the small look of hope that he may get invited.

“Alright thanks for coming, bye bye now.”

“But ! —“ slamming the door in his face, Jaemin turns to pick you up and over to the bathroom where he’d busy himself in fucking you all over again until you’re seeing white.

So maybe sharing you with Jisung wasn’t so bad after all.

He wonders if maybe allowing him to love you openly wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

After all, he does know how to fuck like a pro if he’s managed to get you to squirt for him.

[mayaflowerxs]

THE HOT BABYSITTER

Synopsis: Being untrusted, you are stuck in a rowdy house as your younger siblings are being babysat with the hottest guy you’ve ever met. Irritated by how loyal he is, you wonder how long he will last before he cracks upon the little game you’re playing on him.

Warning: Smut / Angst / Fluff. Swear word usage, Babysitter!Mark x Troublemaker!reader. Cheating, jealousy, alcohol consumption, virgin!Mark, Bratty!Reader, creampie, oral, kinda long sorry!

DOYOUNG

Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES

Pairing: Mark x f!reader

You didn’t understand what was the big deal. So what if you threw a huge party at your house? So what it got a little crazy and the night ended with over 10,000 dollars worth of damage repair? It’s not like you haven’t thrown countless of parties before. But yet something about this one had tipped your parents over the edge. After hours upon hours of them shouting in your ear about how irresponsible you were being, to have recklessly thrown a party with that many people whom you knew could care less about the thousands of dollars worth of property they were about to destroy. Especially with your little brothers in the other room most likely locked there as they watch their Paw Patrol. But it’s not like anyone got hurt,

That’s if you didn’t count that one jock who jumped from your roof into the pool and broke his ankle..

But much to your parents disagreement, they had enough of your scandals. Which is how you were left standing in front of your biggest most terrible punishments of all time. Stuck with a babysitter, and not just any. No you’d be stuck having Mark Lee, one of the most uptight and nerdiest boy you’ve gone to school with. And to watch him push up his glasses and give you a once over, you knew the next six months will be absolute hell for you.

And hell it was.

For the first few weeks were nothing but awkward silences. Your glaring constantly piercing through Mark’s skull but he pretended to not notice. And each time he approached you, he was quick to take a step back when he met your angered eyes. You simply couldn’t believe your parents could do this to you. Have they not known you at all? You can’t associate yourself with losers like him, and if everyone were to find out he’s your babysitter and not just for your brothers…forget it. Your reputation is toasted. You can’t truly say you know Mark but you’ve been attending to the same school as him for over all of your primary years.

Mark isn’t as special like the other kids in your grade. Just like everyone else in private school, he also comes from wealth. Parents much like yours spend most of their time traveling and little to no time actually parenting. Privileged to many opportunities that’ll kick start him a successful future, one that many lower class citizens have to work thrice as hard to achieve. He joined many clubs and has won many medals and certificates. Even being valedictorian, difference between him and other student’s like you were simple. He actually cared to make a name for himself. To put in that work so he’d be recognized for his achievements and not for his family’s name. He wasn’t you who didn’t care whether you were actually passing your classes or not knowing your parents would pay the school to keep quiet and pass you. It’s how you even graduated high school, and even got accepted to the top most prestigious school in all of the country. But not Mark, no he worked hard to get in and refused any sort of help from his parents.

Which is exactly why your parents hired him. At the age of fourteen Mark got his first ever job at an ice cream parlor. Buying himself his own clothes, gadgets and even his first ever car although, his parents did pay for more than half of it he was just convinced he bought it all without no help. Along with being a scholar he chose to do volunteer work and has given himself quite a name around town. The golden boy, to the adults he could do no wrong. To the elders, he’s an angel sent from above, to the kids he’s an idol but to the teenagers who actually grew up with him. They can only think of two words, kiss ass. There’s not much of any actual reason why he’s hated just simply for the fact that he’s such a rule follower, never wants to have any fun and takes his responsibilities very seriously. It’s even worse that now he’s apart of the Dean, most worry to speak about things in case he might be listening and report them.

Which concludes to the very last thing, you also go to to the same top most prestigious school in all of the country. And although you couldn’t even think of his name the second he came in view of you until he introduced himself, he on the other hand knew yours the second he saw you. Y/n y/l/n, most popular girl in school since the first grade. Have gotten detention and suspended for various reasons all of which are very ridiculous. You never take anything serious and much rather cause havoc than to study. You’re everything he would never look for in a girl. And glad he doesn’t have you for a sister or who knows how crazy you’d make him. But he chose to work for your family, he chose to babysit not only your brothers but you. And that’s something he doesn’t plan on backing out no matter how determined you are to make him go insane. Insane enough for him to quit.

“Uh where are you going..?” Had currently been busy playing with your brothers, the youngest merely two years old in his lap. Mark’s head perks up at the sound of heels clicking on the stairs, descending down and there you stood wearing a tight but very revealing black dress. “You look pretty sis.” Your eight year old brother, Iseul tells you, winking at him and sending him a soft smile. You grab your purse nearest the door. “Out.” Completely taken aback, Mark gets on his feet and rests your baby brother next to Iseul. Rushing out the door after you, he stops you before you can enter your car. Having it suddenly closed before you can fully open it, you raise your brow at the man standing before you. “Can i help you?” “Im sorry, i guess you must’ve not been made aware that you are currently grounded?” “No I know:”

“Oh…you do.” Rolling your eyes you push him to the side and go to open the door again only for it to be closed shut once more. “Then am I right to assume that you’re then simply disobeying your parents orders.” “And what those might be?” “Oh I don’t know…no cellphone.” He takes your phone out of your hand, “No keys to the car.” He takes those too and lifts his hand as you go to grab them. “And most definitely no going outside. Now let’s get back inside so that you can go change.” Scoffing you smack his hand and take a step back. “Look here Mark, don’t try to get all high and mighty simply because you work for my parents. How about you focus on actually doing your job and take care of my brothers.” “I am doing my job, I’m looking after you. And rules say you can’t go out.” He goes to grab your arm again but as he tries to walk the two of you inside you, don’t budge. Feet planted to the ground, like a child about to throw a tantrum you shake your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

With a sigh, Mark shoves your phone and keys in his back pocket. “Alright then, have it your way.” “Thank you, now as soon as you hand me back my - HEY!” Thrown over his shoulder, lifted off the ground you smack Mark’s back in protest. “Put me down you asshole!” Thrashing and squirming but to no avail, the boy had a tight grip on you and he wasn’t planning on letting you go until you were inside. Door locked behind him, he finally does set you down. “Now do you want to be a good big sister and hang out with your little brothers? If so go upstairs and change, we’ll be waiting for you.” “God you’re so damn annoying!” Stomping your way up to the stairs, Mark hears the loud slam of your bedroom door and sighs in relief. He’s been stern before, being serious for most of his life has its benefits but never did he think he’d have to act such a way towards you. The popular girl he’s attended school with.

For years he’d watched you from a far. He always wondered how you could live your life without any care. While you had practically the whole school stuck to your side, he was a loner. Sat by himself, worked by himself and ate by himself. He didn’t mind though, to you he didn’t exist but to him, you were like a celebrity. Even though he didn’t care about what you were up to, it was almost impossible to go anywhere without hearing the latest news about you. He assumed you’d hit your peak after high school but three years had passed and if anything you’ve gotten even more popular! Truly it’s as if you really were a celebrity. You’ve gotten your face on multiple magazine covers and even have a social media account with almost half a million followers. Even now he still finds it hard to believe he’s actually babysitting you.

Minutes had passed since your tantrum and he has yet to see you come down the stairs. Maybe you were taking your time to change, maybe you fell asleep or chose to stay in your room. A part of him felt bad, it was his job. Strict orders from your parents to not let you out of the house, it’s not like he can disobey them. So with a plate of cookies he had freshly made for your brothers, he makes his way over to your room. A soft knock but not a response from you is heard. “Y/n? Can i come in?” Another soft knock but to no avail, not a single response. Man you must really be mad at him. With a disappointed sigh, he opens the door and begins to speak. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier…” Room empty, he sets the plate of cookies down. “Y/n?” Looking around, he noticed the bathroom light on and door slightly opened. “Y/n?” No sight of you, but the window had been opened. And as he nears it, he looks out and sees there have been a ladder that would lead straight down to the ground.

“Damn it.”

You finally managed to arrive at the party, albeit late. But the second you enter you grin to hear everyone quick to greet you. You were the life of the party and as they proceed to hand you red solo cups of hard liquor in it you were quick to accept them. “Where the hell have you’ve been?” Many always asked you, and with a shrug you wave them off. “Annoying rules my parents implemented.” Knowing where you come from they nod, “Alright who’s ready to have some fun!” You clap your hands that follow by a chorus of cheers. At some point the time had slipped past your mind, focused on taking shots of tequila and playing games such as beer pong. It wasn’t until you had fruit punch all over your dress did it cause a pause in your time of fun. “The hells wrong with you dickhead?” The boy widens his eyes and stutters out an apology. “I’m s-so s-sorry!” Glaring at him as girls hand your napkins and try to get the juice out of your expensive dress. The jocks near you get in the poor boys face. “Who the hell invited him?” One whispered not too subtly. “God what a loser.” Another says. “I’m sorry hun this is only going to get stained how about if you try to wash it with some water?” One of your friends say, “we can follow you.” “No it’s alright, besides I think I need some air.” Walking off and heading towards the bathroom which happened to be nearest to the front door, you definitely are taken by surprise when you’re suddenly come face to face with none other than Mark himself. Which you have to admit, looks pretty pissed off.

“Mark?”

“I see you’ve gotten yourself pretty comfortable huh?” He tilts his head at you, jaw clenched and brows crunched. Just behind you were the jocks that had busied themselves and kicking out the poor bastard that spilled the fruit punch all over your dress. “Hey y/n who’s this loser?” They nudge your shoulder. Eyes slightly widening, you glance between them and Mark and see he’s about to open his mouth. No way can they know about yours and Mark’s embarrassing situation. “Oh! You know scoring myself another point!” The guys gain a smirk on their faces, leaving a confused Mark in front of you. “What ? --“ Completely unprepared for you to suddenly cup his face and smash your lips on top of his, you push him up against the wall. Suddenly there’s a loud chorus of cheers and wolf whistles around you. Mark had tried to push you off him. Hands at your waist but to the crowd now growing around you, it seemed as if the golden boy has finally loosened up a little.

“Hell yeah! Hey get out of the bathroom and give these two some privacy!” One dude shouted and aired out the bathroom. Pulling away, you quickly grab Mark’s hand and drag him inside the bathroom with you. Closing and locking the door shut, you sigh in relief. Only to turn around and see a very flustered looking boy. Red in the face and chest slightly heaving from having to take deep breaths. “Oh relax virgin it’s not like we’re actually going to do something in here.” Frowning once more, he clears his throat and stands up straight. “I’m not a virgin.” Sending him a look, brow slightly lifted he scoffs and shakes his head. “Okay and so what?”

“Wow never thought you’d actually admit that.” He widens his eyes and struggles to come up with something. “Well…uh…this isn’t about me anyways!” Nodding you pursue your lips and hum. Turning on the sink and attempt to wash off the stained dress. “This is about you! And what you’ve done! You disobeyed me! You disobeyed your parents and most of all you kissed me without my consent!” Chuckling you roll your eyes and turn to look at him. “Consent? It was just a kiss you’re making it seem like I stole your first kiss or something.” When there’s silence in the bathroom other than the muffled loud music blaring from outside your jaw is dropped. “No way!” “Shh! It’s not a big deal.” He mumbles almost embarrassed. Smiling look an idiot, it only irritated Mark and soon the scowl is brought back completely.

“What is a big deal is what’s going to happen to you once you come home.” “Oh?” Your voice raises a pitch. “Get your head out of the gutter.” Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “Oh please I’m just messing with you, don’t flatter yourself so much you wouldn’t be someone I’d go for anyways.” As much as Mark tried to not be bothered by your comment, he couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of hurt. Ouch. It’s silent momentarily, and Mark watched as you struggle to take off the stain. “Let’s go,” “I’m not going anywhere with you, you’re not the boss of me.” “Keep staying here and that stain will never come off.” “It’ll come off.” Beginning to scrub harder, Mark sees you’re only making it worse. With a sigh, he stops your hand. “Come home and I’ll take off the stain.” “You know how?” “I am a man of many talents.” Eyeing him, you notice how serious he was being. So with a grunt you turn off the faucet, Mark about ready to open the bathroom door you stop him.

“Wait!” With a confused look and eyes silently questioning you what, he nervously gulps and takes a small step back when he sees you get much closer to him. “They’ll notice something’s up if you look normal.” Ruffling his hair and unbuttoning his shirt he goes to pull your hand away when you smack it way. “Relax virgin just play the damn part if you want to leave this damn party faster.” With a gruff, he allows you, watching silently as you turn on the faucet and wet your hands. “Seriously?” He asks you when you’re suddenly dampening his forehead with water to make it appear as sweat. “One last thing.” You lift a finger at him, he watched you take your lipstick out of your purse. Apply it on your lips, eyes widening like saucers when you get close to him, “Woah! Okay I don’t think-“ wincing when you suddenly step on his foot. His crouched state gives you the opportunity to attach your lips on his neck and with one big smooch there lied the large red print of lips shining brightly on his skin.

“Ok now lets go you big baby.” “Hey how come you still look normal?-“ “Shh be quiet!” And suddenly the door is opened and out you walk as if you had infact shagged with the school’s biggest nerd. Immediately engulfed with cheers and even more whistles as they noticed the proud smile on your face, and even more when they see the state Mark was in when he walked out. Never did Mark feel so embarrassed in his life, and just as you’re about to get wrapped up in your friend group to talk about all the juicy details, Mark had quickly gotten a hold of your waist and redirected you over to the door. “See y’all later!” You wave with a wink and as the two of you leave, another loud wave of yells are heard from inside. With an annoyed look on his face and eyes rolled, Mark walks the two of you over to his black BMW. Had just closed the door, he looks over to see you with a grin on your face. “Drop the grin you’re still getting it when you get home.” “Ooh kinky-“. “Out of the gutter y/n!”

Mark had in fact kept his word and soon what was six months of being grounded was up to eight months! Now you truly despised Mark. “You should be more like Mark!” You parents scolded you. But it was all the same thing over and over again. Mark being a respectable figure in town, how he’s very influential and responsible and you should be more like him. You just never would have guessed that you’d now be punished by joining Mark’s side in all of his boring activities. “No way.” Mark shrugs his shoulders and nods. “Too bad, now go get dressed or we’ll be late for the annual deep clean event.” You couldn’t believe it, not only did you have to suck up to the fact that he’s your babysitter but now you actually had to hang out with him? Truly the world hated you.

Despite all your protests unfortunately you had no choice but to be stuck with a hundred other people including Mark to pick up trash around the town’s lake. A grossed out look on your face each time you have to pick up some smelly old litter, especially when it’s sticky and slimy. Groaning when the black trash bag refuses to open properly and getting some of the trash to touch you. “I cant!” You drop the stick and bag. “Oh c’mon y/n, there’s only an hour left.” “An hour?!” You say in disbelief. “It’s not that bad.” Mark tries to reason but the small grin on his face is enough for you to understand he’s taking pleasure in all of this. “Screw you mark.” “Thought you said I’m not your type?” He chuckles as your suddenly throwing your bag at him, dodging it merely. “Come here!” And soon the rest of the group who’d actually been busy cleaning up the park, turn to look at the two of you running around like maniacs. The retractable stick in your hand as you chase after Mark who’s much too fast for you.

On your phone and moaning at the fact that your friends had currently gone on a shopping spree and to the beach. You on the other hand stuck sitting on a very uncomfortable beach chair. The closest to feeling as if you were at the beach you’d ever get. A large umbrella above you but even that can’t stop the terrible heat engulfing you. Bored completely out of your mind as you had no other choice but to be forced to attend one of Iseul’s soccer games. “Thought I said no cellphone.” Your phone is suddenly snatched from the boy you’ve grown used to being stuck to your side every damn second of the day. Eyes rolled you scoff up at him before noticing his appearance. In shorts and a black tight tank top. You noticed just how toned he was. Wow. Was this really the nerd that had been babysitting you? Snapping out of it, you clear your throat. “You have my other one, I had no choice but to get a new one-“ as you go to reach for it, he pulls it away. “Well then I guess you’re going without two phones now.” “Oh c’mon Mark I have been doing literally everything with you! Please give me a break!”

“This is a break. You’re not here for me, you’re here for your younger brother now be a good big sister and watch the game.” “The game hasn’t even begun yet, I’ve been stuck having to watch a bunch of eight year olds do the exact same lap over and over and over again. Besides where the hell is their coach?”

“You’re speaking to him.” Sitting up straight, you tilt your head at him in confusion. “You?…their coach?” “Yes? …is that so hard to believe?” Eyeing him, you shake your head. “No…” Definitely didn’t come off as the sports kinda guy but eh can’t judge a book by its cover. “Game will start soon, I better see you paying attention.” He points his fingers at his eyes and sends them over to you, jogging off to join his team as the opposing ones have started to enter the field. “Not like I had anything better to do.” You sigh sadly. Eventually as the game started, you had surprised yourself the more you grow to be a lot more interested in the game than you thought you would. So much you yelled just as much as the soccer moms had. Yelling out demands to pass the ball to the other teammates. Cursing at the referee when he held up yellow cards for no reason —in your opinion given your brothers team can simply do no wrong. And at some point almost caused a fight with one of the kids father from the opposing team.

Even having Mark come up to separate the two of you. “Okay!..” he says with an awkward chuckle, forcing a smile so that no one’s moods begin to turn sour. Walking you back over to your seat, he lowers his voice so that only you can hear him. “When I said to pay attention I didn’t mean to start a fit-“ “BUT HE-“ standing infront of you and gesturing for you to take a seat, when you do he crouched down. Hands on your knees as he whispers to you. “I know he was being an ass,” “Thank you!” “But for your brothers sake, please keep your cool? Mmh?” With a huff, you exhale and nod. “Fine.” “Good girl.” He softly pinches your chin and stands to return back to his side of the field. Shocked, you feel slightly bothered at the way you felt by his actions. Why it made your stomach turn and heart palpitate who knows? And yet as the game continued you couldn’t help but notice just how focused Mark was as well. Yelling out words of encouragement, brows scrunched as he demands the kids some orders for them to follow.

Something about this side of Mark had you feeling bothered. So much you even had to cross your legs to keep yourself calm. “Get your head out of the gutter.” You tell yourself as you smack your head. Thankfully you manage to ignore the growing feeling inside you, your brother ended up scoring the winning goal and at last the game ended. Just as Mark’s about to give Iseul a hug and a congratulations- when he’s rudely shoved to the side. And instead, you’re the one engulfing your little brother in a big bear hug. “You did so good!” You jump in excitement as your brother joins you with a large grin plastered on his face. Seeing the wholesome interaction, Mark forgets the fact that you so rudely pushed him. “Congratulations champ, how about we go celebrate, the three of us?”

To say you were gaining feelings for your babysitter would be hard for you to accept. You were in denial, there was no way you were actually catching feelings for Mark Lee, the ultimate prissy nerd. Heck if it wasn’t for your current situation with him you sure as hell would not ever associate yourself with him. And yet here you were, making pastries with him alongside your little brothers. In the backyard playing tag and hide and seek with them. In the living room binge watching kids movies and even listening in on Mark’s story telling. Heck at some point you even shushed your brother when he interrupted him, “I wanna hear what happens next!” But it seems like catching feelings weren’t the only problem brewing up. Word got around of how much time you’ve been spending with Mark and soon rumors had gotten around that you were apparently dating him!

You denied them, but you could only say so much when there’s just so many pictures of the two of you together. Especially when those of you two getting ice cream together spread around campus. Completely ignoring the fact that your little brother was there and it had been when he won his game. After the whole ordeal at the party, many were certain you were screwing him and some even spoke to you asking how the biggest goodie two shoes was like in bed, and how big he was. It was hard to deny it all without causing suspicion as to why you’re even hanging out with him in the first place and not get exposed for being babysat by him. And unfortunately as much as you began to like the guy, you felt as if you had no choice but to go along with the public’s general assumption.

That you were screwing him.

“WHAT?!”

“Oh relax Mark it’s not anything bad.” “Anything bad? Y/n you do know you’re basically pimping me out?” Tilting your head, you squint your eyes and hum. “Not exactly sure how that is.” Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose and paces around the living room. “Look y/n Im not like you, I don’t go around recklessly and start spreading rumors.” “Hey it’s not like I did it intentionally. “I don’t care! I have an image to uphold!” “And so do I!” Getting off the couch you walk over to him, stopping him in his tracks. “Stop thinking so negatively Mark and think of the bright side. If you go along, no one will know you babysit..me. And therefore I get to keep my reputation.” “I don’t see how it benefits me.”

“I wasn’t finished!” Huffing he crosses his arms and waits for you to continue. “While you can build your image.” Sending you a look to explain, you huff annoyedly. “C’mon Mark don’t make me spell it out. You’re a…” still not getting it, he tilts his head slightly at you. “Mark you’re a loser.” Groaning he goes to move away from you but you stop him. “But that’s okay! Because it seems like every kid and senior in town likes you!” “Is that suppose to make me feel better?” “Look, it seems like every person our age doesn’t like you but! If you play along, I’ll get everyone to respect you.”

“Why should I care if they respect me or not. You don’t.” “Yeah but that’s because I don’t care, they on the other hand only ever seen this pathetic, sad, lonely, nerdy-“ “Get to the point.” “…side of you. Go along, and I promise you’ll go from being known as the prissy golden boy to the man everyone wants to be. And who knows, you’ll get so popular top companies and businesses will be begging you to join their team.” You notice the gears shifting in his head, hearing out your words and it seems as if he likes what he hears.

“No Im sorry.” Groaning you stomp your foot as you seem to become desperate for his help. “Oh just do it!” “No!” “Why not? Are you really that morally superior to everyone that you can’t even go along with some white lie?” “White lie? Y/n do you know what can happen to me if your parents found out about this so called rumor? Besides I have people I need to consider.”

“Yeah like who?” He goes to answer but closes his mouth at the last second, whoever he was about to say he changed his mind in outing them. Instead he sighs frustratedly and shakes his head. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you, now can you please just tell everyone the truth? Or at least that it’s not true? Please y/n.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you still had a lot in you to argue with him but seeing the tired look on his face you felt almost bad to even think about forcing him into this situation. So with a disgruntle you nod your head. “Alright fine.”

By the next day, the usual qna about your current relations with Mark quickly engulfed you. Your group of friends sitting on a table bench as they gossip about the latest news. As you near them, they are quick to wave their hands at you to come quick. “What’s up?” “Y/n you whore!” They gawk at you with grins on their faces. “I didn’t think you were such a dare devil!” Slightly lost you stand in front of the bench as you watch them all begin to speak over one another with laughs and excitement written all over their faces. “What do you mean?” “Oh please!” You feel Ten who sat closest to you lightly shove you. “Don’t play dumb with us. So how did she react?” “How did who react?” “Maru your biggest enemy duh?”

Now truly you were left utterly confused. You hadn’t heard that name in forever. Maru and you hadn’t really gotten on well given the two of you always fought the title of the most popular girl in school. Just by that, the school always pinned the two of you against each other and while you did try to befriend her. Many bored lowlifes spread false rumors of you trash talking her and she bought it and since then has tried to make your life a living hell. Since you graduated you hadn’t heard from her and even assumed she left the country, you never bothered to keep up with the latest news of her which is why it’s so shocking to you as to how she’s suddenly coming up in conversation again. Your friends could see the look of confusion and it’s when it’s dawned on them that you had in fact not known about the truth.

“Oh hun, do you not know?” “Know about what?”

“About Maru and Mark?” What? When you don’t respond back, they’re about to explain when suddenly there’s a loud shout. “You bitch!” Turning around and seeing the crazed look on none other than your arch nemesis herself, you notice how fast she was making her way over to you. Swinging her hand and goes to slap you, luckily your friends had been quick to intervene. Still frozen in your spot, like a deer caught in headlights you watch as her hysteria was beginning to gain the attention of the other students around campus. “You’re that damn pathetic that the only way to one up me was to sleep with my boyfriend?” Boyfriend? “Relax pimples.” Ten tells her as he forced her back. “That was one time!” She yells at him before turning her attention back to you. “You’re a damn slut! And unless you want the entire world to know that I suggest you stay the hell away from my man!”

Shoving them off her, she brushes herself off and storms off. You couldn’t help but feel humiliated, angered that she came and told you off. To walk off as if she won that argument? To have the whole campus to stare at you with some sort of judgment as if they know you? Who the hell does she think she is?

“Well I guess we’re even then!” This causes her to freeze. “What did you just say?” Scoffing, you shake your head and eye her. “Did you really think I wasn’t aware of you hooking up with Jeno while we were dating? Or how you flung yourself like a needy bitch to Jaemin when we were seeing each other?” Whispers and ooh’s can be heard, face heating up with embarrassment as she didn’t expect for you to have known. “I get it, it’s too hard to compete with me so you settle with my scraps. No need to be ashamed.” Hands in fists, you were sure to almost see some smoke coming out of her ears. “It seems almost fair if I repay you back.” Scoffing she bites the inside of her cheek. “No.”

Digging in her pocket, her hand is in there for some time before she pulls it out. “See that’s where you go wrong because even when you tried to take my man you still failed.” Showing you her hand, your smirk falls to see the shiny diamond ring glimmer on her finger. “Expect an Insta post of our wedding soon.” She grins before walking off. Upon seeing the ring you couldn’t deny you felt your heart drop. Not only was Mark dating someone, your arch nemesis at that but he was getting married? Does she know exactly what your situation with him is? If so then your toast, but as she walks off and your friends come to comfort you, you mute the world around you. You could only think of that damn ring on her finger. She’s engaged to Mark.

The Mark you’ve grown so closed to in the last few months.

The same boy you couldn’t handle being in the same vicinity with and never even once saw as your type.

The same boy you gradually began to grow feelings for. Mark is engaged with Maru, your Mark.

Oh hell no.

Mark was quick to apologize when you told him about your encounter with his fiancée. “I had no idea she’d do such a thing.” “I would’ve had I known…” you grumble. “Did she hurt you?” He asks and gets closer to inspect your face. Feeling yourself getting hot again by the proximity you shake your head and move away from him. “I’m fine, just shocked it’s all. Never pegged you to be the dating kinda guy given how serious you are about your work life. And when she flashed me that large Diamond in my face, wow.” You couldn’t help but feel jealous about the whole ordeal. You tried to not let it be known, but the frown on your face, the wrinkles on your forehead and the serious expression on your face also lets not forget the fact that you refuse to even look him in the eyes was making it impossible to not raise some suspicion.

But at least Mark hadn’t noticed. “Yeah…I tried to keep my private life, private.” Nodding you pursed your lips and take a sip of the freshly made lemonade Mark had prepared. “Look if it makes you feel any better she doesn’t know about…us.” “Us?” You say slightly coughing on the lemonade. “Yeah how I babysit you and all. She just knows I look after ‘some kids’.” Nodding you set down the glass and make your way over to him. “Good, it’d be a bit unfortunate if she saw those pictures of us.” “Pictures?” Humming, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Arms at his sides as he gulps nervously. “It would crush her to see how coupley we look together.” You can hear how he slightly holds his breath when your face leans in. “Especially when we walked out of that bathroom, remember how you looked?” Walking off and leaving him hot and flustered you make your way to your bedroom thinking of the ways you can make that boy yours.

Mark was in fact a guy with high morals. One of them being faithful to his fiancée. Since you heard about the unfortunate news, you’ve been coming onto him a lot more strongly. So much that Mark can’t even be in the same room as you without getting flustered. Face turns red the second he catches sight of you. He has tried to be respectful and put his distance but you seem to always come back. And when he finally sat you down to speak to you formally about the situation he made it clear, that he only had eyes for Maru. And boy did that piss you off.

“You must really love her.” You dare say, teeth gritting and hands digging into the stool cushion underneath you. “I really do, i mean yeah we haven’t been dating for long but I do think there’s chemistry.” “How long have you two been going out?” “Two months.” Oh? If there was one thing you knew about Maru was that much like you, commitment gave her the ultimate ick. And if she were to settle, it’s because she truly has fallen for that boy. To hear they’ve only been together for two months and now engaged? There was a motive and you felt as if you knew exactly what that was. “Mark do you have some sort of trust fund from your parents?” Taken by surprise by the sudden question, “Uh…my grandparents left me all of their fortune to me if that’s what you mean? But I can’t get into it until I’ve gotten married.”

“Uh huh yeah and uh when you proposed…would you per say have been persuaded to propose?” “What do you mean?” Shrugging you stand up from your stool and slowly make your way over to him. “Oh I don’t know, like have you been given hints by your fiancée that she wanted to get married. Probably talked about how soon she’d like to be a young bride, or even…” running a finger up his bicep, goosebumps appear on his skin. Standing just behind him, “was told by Maru herself, that she’d like for you two to get married?” After a moment of silence he speaks up, “Uh yeah, she did. Why? Do you think-“ “Oh no of course not! If you say she loves you and you love her I have no reason to doubt.” You wave him off but you see the concern on his face. “Don’t worry Mark she would never go for your money I mean she is rich herself.” He nods and laughs, “Well yeah that is true.” “Right so relax!” Hearing the loud feet patter coming from upstairs was an indication for Mark to go check up on the young boy. Watching him excuse himself and climb up the stairs, you take out your phone you have managed to sneak out of your parents drawers.

“Guess it’s time to do some digging..”

Mark didn’t expect to spend yet another Friday the exact same way as he did the first week he began working for your family. To have to call the neighbors and see if they can look after your brothers as he busied himself running after you who has run off to some party. Only this time he caught you right outside the lawn of the large house. “Oh good you’re here!” “C’mon let’s go home I left your brothers at-“ Not expecting for you to have grabbed his hand and proceed to drag him inside, he tries to plant his feet on the ground but you were freakishly strong by the way you dragged him. “Y/n-“ “You’re so tensed, have some fun will ya?” “I don’t know if you realize but I’m currently on the job.” Rolling your eyes, you grab a cup and fill it with fruit punch that was in a large clear bowl. “Here it’ll help you relax.” Taking it, he eyes it and looks down at you. “Does this contain alcohol?” “Oh my god, don’t tell me you don’t drink.” You huff, scoffing he shakes his head. “Yes I do.” “Prove it then. Drink.” Looking down at the weird purple vibrant liquid, he looks over to you and noticing more people had gathered to watch him drink. And when he finally does bring it to his mouth and sip, he hears the kitchen immediately erupt in cheers. Feeling hands patting his back and some on his shoulder as they congratulate him for not being such a stuck up.

Wincing at the hard sting at the back of his throat, he’s given no time when suddenly he’s being dragged to play some games. Heard quick to look for you only to see you had been right behind him with a smirk on your face. Before he can object, you pull him down by the neck and whisper in his ear. “Just enjoy it.” But to everyone it seemed like the two of you were getting touchy. “For me?” You bat your eyes at him. With a grunt of disapproval he agrees reluctantly. But soon, it would all become too chaotic for him. Before he’d know it, it would no longer just be any regular ole beer pong but instead comes with dares. Such as body shots. “Body shots?” He asks with furrowed brows. His eyes slowly widening when it dawns on him as soon as women try to undress themselves. “Uh…y/n!” But you had been too busy taking shots of your own. “C’mon man pick which girl you’d like to take body shots with!” One jock shouts through the loud music. Looking around and feeling crowded as they keep coming onto them with seductive looks and breasts purposefully pushed higher for him to see, he backs up until finally he hurriedly gets away from them and takes a hold of you.

In the midst of taking yet another shot of tequila, Mark takes it out of your hands. Groaning, you’re about to scold him and remind him he was meant to be having fun. Never once expecting for him to prop you on the table with him in between your legs. “What is happening?” He sends you a soft smile and a sorry look. “It’s a dare?” Shrugging, you take off your shirt. Ignoring the screams as more phones are brought out and begin to snap pictures of the two of you, others recording. “Then you better make it worth my while.” And soon, a lemon and shot of vodka. He’s focused on licking all the way up from your stomach to your breasts. The feeling of his warm wet tongue had you feeling all funny and tingling. A very familiar feeling that you can’t mistaken it for anything other than hormones. More cheers are heard, words of encouragement as they chanted Mark’s name. Throwing your head back when you feel him lightly rub against you during his attempt at sucking all of the lemon off you. It wasn’t until he pulls away, hair slightly disheveled and eyes boring into yours do you feel the suffocating tension ridden between you two. His arms on either side of you, you didn’t know what came over you.

But you didn’t care, hands quickly cupping his face. You pull him close and kiss him hungrily. You were sure you saw phones flashing even when your eyes were closed. But what you hadn’t expect was for Mark to kiss you back. You weren’t really sure if it was because of the alcohol or if he had truly been kissing you because he wanted to. But a part of you was too horny to care. As soon enough, the two of you had been shoved into the nearest closet. Mouth back against one another, your fingers in his hair. Tugging his head back ever so slightly that caused rumbles to erupt from his throat. Legs wrapped around his waist as he held you up. Moaning when his hands squeezed your ass. But soon Mark pulls away, “m’no y/n this is wrong.” He sighs and rests his forehead against yours. Setting you down, his hands go to your waist. About to move you away from him but you only keep your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “What is it that she has that I don’t?” Shaking his head, “That’s not it-“ “Then what is? Tell me you don’t want me Mark.”

You push him up against the wall. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me the same way I have been thinking about you.” “Y/n please.” Caressing a finger over his cheek, you notice him close his eyes and slightly lean into your touch. “Tell me.” A small whine leaves his mouth when your hand roams down and palms his now tight jeans. A large tent forming in his pants, “Tell me Mark.” He shakes his head, “I can’t...” he breathes out, you press soft kisses to his cheek, holding back a smile when you notice he was leaning further more into your touch. “I’m yours Mark.” Whatever little control Mark had left in him had vanished.

Despite the loud music, your mixed moans and grunts could be heard perfectly clear outside, it didn’t help your case that loud banging sounds can be heard emitting from the very small closet room the two of you were currently in. If anyone was keeping count, and they were. The two of you were in there for hours. At some point they wondered if you’ve fallen asleep. But when the two of you had finally gotten out, a tired looking Mark clinging onto you as you held him on one arm and your heels along with his belt in the other it was obvious what had gone on in there.

Your brothers slept over at the neighbors house for the night. Luckily they had kids they got along with and your parents as busy as they could ever be. Wouldn’t be home for another month. Mark hadn’t gone home that night and instead crashed on the sofa with you. Both too exhausted to go upstairs. And by the time the morning came, Mark would wake up with his arms around you, marks and hickies all over his body, scratches on his back and full blown panic attack at the memory of last nights shenanigans.

Mark didn’t want to remember that night. It was a mistake, he made a mistake. It should have never happened and yet when he woke up the morning after with you in his arms he couldn’t help but feel that pathetic flutters abrupt in his stomach. God he felt pathetic. At first he tried to ignore you, avoid you at all times but it was killing him to stay away from you. And when you made it impossible to get around you, Mark had no choice but to confront the elephant in the room. He was meant to say that last night was a mistake. That he was sorry given the two of you had been drinking and no decision was made with a clear head but as he sat the two of you on the couch, his eyes couldn’t help but wander to your neck where the hickies he left on your skin was still very much prominent. He had lost all train of thought and leaned in to smash his lips on top of yours. “Fuck Mark did I take your virginity?” At the realization, he turns red. “Yeah guess you did.” Feeling bad, you pull from him, “Let me make it up to you.” “Y/n-“ “Shh, just enjoy it.” Boys currently with the neighbors as they were invited for a day to the amusement park, you had the entire house to yourselves.

On your knees, you unbutton his jeans. He helps you pull them down along with his briefs and when you do, he slightly hisses at the cool air hitting his veiny cock. His chest beginning to heave with every heavy breath he takes. And when you take a long lick from the base to his tip he can’t help but throw his head back. It feels pathetic to admit he’s fallen putty for you, but when you continue to take long stripes. Puckering your lips as you kitten lick his tip and look up at him with those bright eyes of yours he felt filthy to think of wanting to add tears to those beautiful eyes of yours. Large hands caressing your face until they get a hold of your hair. For someone so inexperienced it seems as if he knew exactly what to do. His groans get louder when you start to deep throat him, pulling away to spit on his tip only to go back down on him. He felt embarrassed by how close he was already getting. The way his thigh clenched and he bucks up into your mouth. This causes you to bob your head, wanting to take all of him. To gag on him and when you do, you want him to hear how well you’re taking his cock.

“Fuck y/n!” He grunts, holding your hair up as you focus on making come in your mouth. Fondling his balls that only has raising his grunts. “Come for me.” You manage to say for the split second you remove yourself off him. Leaning down to suck his base, jerking him off, his hold on your hair tightens. Pressing kisses to his red mushroom tip, you wrap your lips around him. Continue to jerk while doing so, “Want it in my mouth.” “Shit I’m close!” Mouth agape as he then starts to shoot his load down your throat. Warm thick liquid, salty and you waste no time swallowing. Eyes never leaving his as you clean up his mouth. “Good boy.” You wink at him, loving how pink his cheeks have gotten. “Y/n…”

Pressing a finger up against his lips, you rest yourself on his lap. “Didn’t I tell you to enjoy it?” A soft whimper is heard from him as you begin to discard your clothes. Grabbing his hand and pulling it down to your panties, soiled. “This is all yours.” Softly moaning when you feel start rubbing your clothed pussy. “You want me?” He nods, “Tell me how much you want me.” “So much, I need you y/n.” “Yeah?” He hums. Moving your panties to the side, you press a soft kiss to his lips. “Take me Markie.” Shoving his fingers in you, Mark groans by how tight your walls were wrapped around him. His dick sensitive and with the way you start to grind on him it takes no time to get hard again. Flipping you on your back, he kisses you hungrily. Fingers gaining in speed, thrusting harder into your sopping cunt. He’s enraptured by you, enamored by your beauty, your blissful state and to make you come for him that he fails to realize his phone had been blowing up with text messages and phone calls.

You knew it was only a matter of time before those pictures and videos surfaced all over the web and Maru would see them. Angered that her supposed fiancé had once again been hooking up with you, that you didn’t listen to her threats. She was blowing up his phone to explain himself, as someone who dare says he’s faithful she’d like to know what he has to say for himself. But by his lack of presence to even answer his phone she wondered if he still was with you. Boy was she right.

In a matter of minutes the large house echoed your moans and Mark’s grunts. A mix of skin clapping and the sounds of your essence squelching with every hard thrust. Mark balls deep in you, a leg over his shoulder as he focused his sight on the connection between you two. Pupils filled with lust the more he watched how well your pussy took his cock, how tight your walls kept him inside you. He felt his tip rub up against your gummy walls, to see the small bulge on your abdomen the faster he fucked you. His hair sticking to his forehead as more sweat formed. Unfortunately your state of pure bliss would come to a sudden halt when there’s rough banging at the front door, followed by a very angry voice. “Mark! Get out here right now!”

“Maru?”

Immediately removing himself from you, you groan when you lose his warmth. Watching as he hurriedly dressed himself as the pounding on the door got louder. “Mark Lee!” “How did she know where I was?” He says panicked, sitting up almost boredly. You began to dress yourself albeit a bit more slower than Mark. “She’s psycho, like any maniac they stalk and track. How else did she find you?” You weren’t being sarcastic but to Mark, he liked to think so. In a desperate attempt to make himself look more casual, it was no use. His heavy breaths, flushed face, fluffed hair, marks on his skin and swollen lips all were a clear indication of exactly what Mark didn’t want Maru to know happened. So the second he opened the door and tried to casually greet her, Maru didn’t buy it. Rudely pushing right past him and made her way inside where she’d come in contact with you. Had barely begun putting on your top she had caught sight of all the red and purple bruises her fiancé had left all over you. “You’re dead!” Making her way over to you, Mark is able to grab her before she lays a finger on you. “I KNEW IT!” Her legs thrashed as Mark had her picked up and moved on the other side of the living room.

“Maru please-“ A loud slap resonates throughout the house, “How could you?!” Taking a step forward, Mark extends his arm out to stop you. “I’m sorry.” He answers guiltily and eyes on the ground. “You damn right!” She lets out a fake laugh, “Who would’ve thought I’d find you here at her house. To find out you WORK for her no scratch that, you…babysit her.” She snorts. Eyes turn to lock onto yours, “I warned you…”

The following week was an absolute hell. Maru had in fact kept her word and after learning the truth she made sure everyone heard it as well. The news broke like hell fire, by the end of the night the entire town and others have heard about it. Your parents found out and were furious given it was all their coworkers can talk about. Having to cut the business trip early, and their first words once they had walked through the doors was that Mark was fired.

It broke you, you didn’t want him to leave and even pleaded for them to not be so harsh but they wouldn’t hear it. Your poor brothers didn’t understand what was going on and were just commanded to go to their rooms. Mark didn’t argue nor fight and accepted it. “I’m sorry for causing so much trouble.” Since the news about his infidelity, Mark felt utterly dejected. Many gossiped, shocked to hear the golden boy had done such a thing. And although for the most part many still treated him no differently, Mark still felt as if he lost all the respect he worked so hard to gain. To see how quick he was to accept his departure from the family was something you couldn’t handle. Running to catch him just as he’s about to enter his car, begging him to stay. “Y/n i told you this was a mistake.”

“No Mark it’s not-“ “Yes it is. I’m sorry if I made you believe that there could ever be anything between us…” he shakes his head along with a defeated sigh. “But I think it’s best if we go our separate ways. To never contact each other again.” You hadn’t noticed you had begun to tear up, to really think the boy in front of you had you feeling so strongly about him. But when you tried to grab his hand and he pulled away, shaking his head and a small no that leaves his mouth boy did that stab you straight into your chest. “Goodbye y/n.” “Please Mark, why are you going back to her? She doesn’t love you.” “Y/n please don’t do this-“ “Why not?! Mark she’s using you for your inheritance money!” Something in him snapped, ice cold eyes stare you down as his frown turns to a scowl. “How can you accuse her of such thing after what we did to her? To stoop so low?” He eyes you, no longer understanding the girl he’d grown so close to over the last few months. “Mark-“ “I’m trying to save my relationship with her, if you cared about me so much you’d allowed me to be happy.” And with that he gets inside his car and drive off.

Your college didn’t waste time to make your drama the latest news, it was even worse when word got out that Mark had dropped out of school. You noticed the stares and the whispers. Those who were bold enough to mention how you were babysat by the ‘golden loser’ as they liked to say but were quickly silent when you cursed them out. Your friends had stayed by your side though, and even took the liberty to throw anything nearest to them to anyone who even dared glance your way. “I cant believe she really outed you like that,” Ten scoffs. “You’re not gonna let her get away with this right?” You managed to shrug in response, have lost much needed sleep. “You better y/n, we all know Mark isn’t her type. She’s definitely using him for his money.” Another friend of yours says. “Exactly I heard her on the phone one time, admitted the whole thing.”

“What?”

“Yup, wish I got that on tape-“ “That’s it.” Your friend send each other looks. “I know what to do.” “Really?” “I’ll need your help though.” With chesire smiles and sly grins they lean in to hear what you had to say. “We’re all ears.”

Mark had managed to land a job with one of the country’s most top companies. Since the scandal, Mark had succumbed to his parents help and got the job through them. And now, as part of the company’s committee, with his own office and personal assistants whatever free time he once had was gone. This meant no more hobbies, no more charity events and no more school. Maru has been keeping him on a tight leash, calls and texts tens of times each hour and expects for him to answer each and every one of them. Regularly visits him during his lunch breaks and expects him home no longer after thirty minutes of him clocking out. Mark had finally succumbed to a life of every sad average middle aged man who has ever lived. A confined life. But he tries to make amends with it, he reminds himself of what he did and it was only fair if he wanted his relationship and future marriage to work. But as the weeks goes on, it soon turns into months and his energy battery was heavily drained.

Stress levels at an all time high, he’s never drank so many cups of coffee and popped so many energy pills. A deadline was nearing and he was running behind on reviewing some paper work. He had been stuck in his office for hours without break, he’s sure to fall apart any second. “Sir, you have someone for you.” He hears his assistant say over the speaker phone. “Please tell my girlfriend I’m busy.” After a few moments, they were knocking on the door. With a soft sigh, Mark sets his paperwork on the table and goes to stand when the door opens. Shocked to see it was in fact not his girlfriend. “Y/n?” Closing the door behind you, he doesn’t hear the sound of a click. “What are you doing here? How did you-“ “Relax, I came to stop by it’s all.” Clearing his throat, Mark fixes his tie and sits. Motioning his hand for you to do the same. “Well say what you need to say I have a lot of work-“ “My brothers miss you.” He frowns sadly.

Hearing ruffling, he looks over to see you taking something out of your purse. “They told me to give you these.” There in hand were nothing but tons of drawings all of which included him in their family portraits. “They keep wondering when you’ll be back. Iseul misses his favorite coach.” Mark looks thoroughly through all the drawings, almost forgetting where he was currently at and with who. “Yeah well…we all gotta move on.” He clears his throat again and sets the pictures aside. Going to pick up his paperwork again, he stops when he feels you rest your hand on top of his. “What if I don’t wanna move on.” “Y/n…”

A loud screech from the chair is heard when you abruptly stand. Walking around his desk only to stand directly in front of him. “Don’t tell me you’ve moved on from me.” You turn his chair to face you. “I’m engaged.” “So.” “So?” Eyes slightly widening when you proceed to sit on his lap. “That shouldn’t stop you from figuring out who you really wanna be with.” “And you know who I want to be with?” “My birthday was last week.” “Happy belated birthday…” chuckling, you proceed to run your hand through his hair. “Mark, did you really think I wouldn’t figure out it was you who sent me that dress?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“The black dress. You sent me it as a birthday gift after you failed to get the stain out of my old one.” Shaking his head, he tries his hardest to avoid eyes with you. But you can see how flushed he’s getting. “C’mon baby..” you press a soft chaste kiss to his cheek. “I can make you the happiest man. Don’t tell me you enjoy working here.” He shrugs, “It’s not too bad.” “Then explain the eye bags.” Stopping your hand from touching his bags, he sighs. Before he can speak, his phone is being bombarded with text messages again. All of which were from Maru demanding his whereabouts. “Really? You enjoy being in a relationship with her?” “Look if you’re only here to change my mind then it’s not going to work-“. Mark goes to stand, to get you off his lap but you stop him. Holding his face in your hands as you murmur into his ear. “I’m not here to change your mind.” Another light kiss is pressed on his neck that sent the little hairs on his neck to stand. “I’m here to remind you how well we are for each other.” With no time to respond you press your lips up against his. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you. He missed seeing you, to spend his time with you even when you stressed him out. It was always an adventure with you, so to have you in front of him and kissing him. He admits he’s a coward to not being able to follow through with his promises, how can he push you away when you’re exactly what he needs after days of relentless stress?

He hadn’t noticed he was kissing you roughly, passionately. Leaning further and further into your lips until he has you laying flat out on his desk. His hands busying themselves and unbuttoning your oversized shirt that he hadn’t realize was his that he left back at your house. Butterfly kisses down to your abdomen until he comes face to face with your jeans that he wastes no time ripping them off. Spreading your legs apart and seeing you were wearing a pair of red lacy panties that left little to the imagination. “Want your tongue Markie.” Mark’s lustful stare wasted no time in ripping them off you and leaning right in.

The marble floors resonate the sounds of the hard clicking of heels. The man at the reception goes unheard as Maru heads her way over to the elevator. She had visited many times before, and she knows exactly where her fiancé resides at. He knew better to answer her and yet he still had the audacity to disobey her orders. With every floor the elevator gets, a chime goes off. Maru waits impatiently, foot tapping as she stares for it to reach the highest floor. On the other end, Mark’s office begins to get louder with every lick you receive from him. Large hands grip your legs apart as he focuses on getting his full. Sucking your nub and licking figure eights on your cunt. Tongue prodding your hole and even rubs your clit with his fingers. He loves how loud you were getting for him. How your chest rose with every deep breath and tits perky and practically begging for him to fuck. Your grip on the desk hadn’t seized and your head had been thrown back and eyes shut as you relished in the pleasure he was bringing you. “Fuck Mark, feels so good!” You run a hand through his hair, grip tightening while he makes no intent to detach himself from you.

Maru had finally managed to make it to the top floor. Her heels clicking was familiar to everyone on the floor, immediately understanding who had arrived. “My fiancé.” Maru plainly tells his secretary. Her intense stare was enough for the poor secretary to silently nod and call for him.

“Mr. Lee your fiancée is here to see you.”

“Shit!” Mark swears as he pulls away from you. Grunting at yet another interruption from her, you sit up and hold him still. “Relax, not a word about my presence. Get rid of her quickly.” “Huh?” Pulling the two of you down, he sits on his chair while you hid underneath his desk. And in the very moment the door to his office is opened abruptly. “Oh Maru!” He squeaks. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?” “I’m sorry, I’m just so caught up with work.” “Uh huh…” she inspects the room for any signs of you. “Was there something important that you needed from me?” She shakes her head, “When are you coming home.” “Just as soon as I file these. It shouldn’t take any more than an hour-OW, two! Two hours.” Maru furrows her brows at him, “Are you okay? You’re acting odd.” “Haha no just stubbed my toe.”

Under the table where Maru fails to see you had begun to undo his pants. Down to his thighs and enough to free his cock. Red angry tip that you waste no time shoving in your mouth. “Mark-“ suddenly getting a call, Maru checks her phone. Her facial expression changes at the contact and sends Mark one last look. “Alright I’ll see you back home in a few hours.” She says before walking out and speaks to whoever had been calling her. Mark lets out a sigh of relief as he looks down at you. “Are you trying to be the death of me?” You merely send him a wink before you go back to focusing on sucking him off. The memory of his fiancée immediately washing away from Mark’s mind as his focus is now entirely on you.

It reeked of sex, music played softly in the background as the curtains darkened the room. Lit candles and rose petals everywhere made it all the more romantic. Much to Mark’s whole claim about being faithful and what not, it didn’t take much for you to break his walls. Every night since visiting his office the two of you have been sneaking around behind everyone’s backs. Going on secret dates where like now, it ends with the two of you fucking each other’s brains out. Sexting became a norm and ditching friends and family occurred a lot more often. Now where you currently lie, in the arms of the man you love with bed hair and a tired look on his face, you massage his scalp. Slowly lulling him to sleep but he tried to stay up despite how relax you made him feel. Snuggling in between your breasts merely responding to you with a hum. “Mark?” He hums once more, “Did you hear me?”

Pulling away, Mark whines and tugs you closer to him. The bed automatically felt cold without your warmth, not only that but you were currently cock warming him and he didn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon. One move and he worries he’ll get hard again and after hours of fucking yourselves stupid he knows he’s not strong enough to go again. “Your wedding is tomorrow.” You state, there’s a silence before you hear a small sad sigh. Mark had known the time was ticking before he’s officially become Maru’s spouse. At this very moment he’s supposed to be at his rehearsal dinner, he was in fact there for a bit. But after seeing his friends and family come up to him, congratulating him for finally about to tie the knot. To see her family tell him he better treat her right, and when they’ll have their first child blah blah blah. He knew he needed to get the hell out of there for fresh air, heart thumping and head pounding and the only thought in his mind was you. So without any doubt, he phoned you and with a simple, ‘I need you’ you were there.

Now in your bedroom, rest of the family out for dinner while you were given no other choice but to stay given you’re still grounded. You chose to entertain yourself with your lover in bed. At least that’s what he is to you. Unlike Mark - who has been trying to ignore the fact that he’s getting married. That’s all you could think about, you can’t see yourself without him. You can barely stand not seeing him for over eight hours. Can you honestly say you can see Mark marry someone else, your enemy at that and be okay with that? Absolutely not. “I said leave her.” Now this broke him out of his tired state, head lifted from your boobs he stares into your eyes. “What?” “You heard me Mark.” There’s a moment of silence, and when you see him make the same look that says he’s about to disagree you cut him off.

“You don’t love her Mark.” “I know but-“ “But what?!” You were starting to get irritated, how can he possibly still want to marry her? There’s nothing she can offer him, nothing in her he truly fell in love with. Not in the way he fell for you. He’s never said it out loud, but you don’t need him to. On the days you visit him at your office he treats you more like his partner than he does when Maru visits. And word around the lobby, Mark seems a lot less stress when you’re around but then again they don’t know what goes on his office when you visit but they have speculations. “You love me Mark, not her.” Shifting to sit on his lap, like magnets his hands move to your hips to steady you. Your acrylic nails placed at his scratched up chest as a low grunt rolls off his tongue when you lower yourself on his now hardening cock. “I’m the one that makes you feel good..” leaning to press sweet kisses on his chest. Trailing their way up to his neck, “I’m the one that listens to your problems…” you can hear him take a large gulp, Adam’s apple prominent when he does so. “The one who I prioritize…” and lastly a deep passionate kiss to his swollen lips. Pulling him and slightly smirking when you notice he chased after your lips for more. “I love you for you…not like her who only sees you as a pawn in her game.”

With scrunched brows, he looks at you. “What do you mean?” Sighing, you get off him. He groans at the sensitivity and when had gotten off the bed he took it as opportunity to prop himself up against the bed frame. He watched as you walked over to your desk, pulling the drawer and out you grabbed a folder, setting it on his lap. “My friends caught sight of her not too long ago.” He opens in and he couldn’t believe what he saw. “Brandon Young, She’s been secretly dating him for about three years. Ring any bells?” It sure did, Brandon Young twenty five and just recently promoted to his department. Currently working on his floor and is secretary to one of Mark’s business partners. “Brandon?” “Flip the page.” He does.

There were more pictures. Of Mark leaving his shared apartment with Maru and some of an unknown car pulling in only five minutes after his departure. Out comes the very man and on the last few photos were of Maru getting out of the apartment and greeting him with a heated make out session. A voice interrupts Mark’s shock, looking up and seeing you had your phone in hand. It was Maru’s voice, she sounded as if she was speaking to someone.

‘Patience babe, I told you soon as I get his inheritance money the both of us will go on our promised vacation to Spain. Trust me, he’s too dumb and naive to suspect anything, he hasn’t even noticed we’ve been having sex under the same roof as him.’ A giggle is heard, ‘Still can’t believe he thought I was actually in the bathroom for 45 minutes doing my makeup. Thank god his boss was talking his ear off for him to even notice you sneaking in the bathroom after me.’ The recording ends.

Mark was quiet, stuck in his thoughts and although you couldn’t read his mind his face said it all. He felt betrayed and played like a fool. To think he felt so shitty to be doing this to her when all along she’s done it to him way before he’s ever worked for your family. And worse, using him for his money. He felt your hands cup his face, turning his head to look at you. “We can be together Mark, it’s not too late. We can live a perfect life together one where we’ll be happy forever. We’ll move away, far away from here and get married. Start a family and love each other endlessly, don’t you want that?” He stares deep into your eyes, he doesn’t say anything. And before you can add on to that, he leans in and catches you by surprise. Grabbing and tossing you onto the bed, hovering above you. “I want it baby.” He tells you after he detaches himself from your lips. Previously he only wanted to stay engaged with Maru for the lack of loyalty he had for her. He hoped that by marrying her, it’d make him less guilty of what he’d done. But he doesn’t feel that anymore, not when he knows there’s no reason to hold back from loving you freely.

“Lets run away together.” He mumbles, forehead rests on top of yours. “Just you and me, forget about everyone.” You to try hold back the grin, giddy to know you finally had him. In love and just as equally obsessed with you. “Tonight, let’s go tonight.” He whispers in your ear as he leaves kisses all over your marked skin. You agree, humming pleasantly when he nips at your sweet spot. “Tonight.” You feel his hands begin to roam all over your skin until they find your perky tits. “Horny again?” You tease, “Can’t help it you’re irresistible.” He murmurs, “I’m not complaining.” You press a peck on his nose. Pressing one last kiss on your lips before he turns you around, pressing your face on your pillow. Moaning you begin to feel his tip rub up against your clit.

One more quick fuck wouldn’t hurt before running off together.

Heels tapped angrily on the marble floor. A stressed out bride pacing back and forth as her bridesmaids try to settle her nerves. “He won’t pick up!” She yells, her mother going to rest her hands on her shoulder only to get brushed off coldly. “He was no where to be seen last night! I swear if he has off with that tramp!” “Nonsense Maru!” Her maid of honor shushes her up, fixing her hair and checking her makeup. “You made it clear you didn’t want him near her and he hasn’t broken that promise. I’m sure he had something come up don’t worry.” Taking a deep breath, she nods. Forcing on a plastic smile, “You’re right…you’re right, he would never do something such as leave me at the alter. That’s definitely not something Mark would do.”

Outside, chairs all facing the alter. Officiant checking his watch for the umpteenth time as guests are slowly becoming bored. The heat didn’t make anything better and now they along with the servants had to endure wearing a very expensive attire that’s now getting covered in their sweat. From behind them, they fail to notice the approaching figure until they walked right by them. In a basket, out they tossed what anyone would assume to be flower petals but this wasn’t the case. Instead, copies of the very same photos Mark saw were being tossed on the floor. Some flew over guest’s head, with widened eyes and shocked gasps they pick up the photos of the bride very clearly cheating on the groom with as at this point everyone knew to be one of the best men.

Dates at the corner to show just how far back the cheating had been going on for. In the black dress Mark bought for your birthday, you made your way to the stage. Taking the mic away from the officiant and turning to face the crowd, tapping on the mic as the noise resonated off the speakers. Clearing your throat, you smiled at the crowd. “Evening ladies and gentlemen. Today, I come baring bad news.” From inside, your voice is loud enough to catch the attention of everyone including the bride herself.

“The groom couldn’t make it as he is currently on his way to the airport.” The crowd erupts in gasps, all whispering amongst themselves. “As devastated any one would be in his situation, he chose to go on with his life and has decided to walk a different path. One where he won’t get married to a cheating, manipulative gold digger like Maru Kim.” Running out of the building, both groomsmen and bridesmaids right behind her. A look of horror is set on her face, “You’re lying!” She shouts immediately gaining the attention of the crowd. Gasping when she catches sight of them holding the pictures of her and Brandon. Turning over and seeing he turned his head to avoid confrontation. Clearly embarrassed by all the judgmental looks he was getting.

“That doesn’t prove anything! So what if we dated? That was long ago and we’re not dating anymore and I’ll be damned if I let some skank like you ruin my wedding!” Shrugging, you nod. “You’re right…the pictures aren’t enough proof. So shall we see some more?” Turning around, you move off to the side. A large projector screen which was meant to show pictures of the then husband and wife’s most ‘happiest’ memories. But as it turns on, it shows quite the contrary. On camera reveals Maru and Brandon on dates together, some where they kiss and others where they cuddle. Then it pans to a moment in which Mark calls her, ‘No yeah I’ll be home soon don’t worry.’ She speaks to him while Brandon busied himself in kissing her neck. A grin on her face and tries to push him away only to get pulled back in.

And lastly, the audio Mark heard. Everyone’s baffled and utterly disgusted. Turning to stare at the bride with a look of judgment. Some beginning to whisper not so lowly about how vile she is. Maru stood in her spot absolutely humiliated, no way can she prove her innocence now. And as she turns to look at Brandon, she knows he wouldn’t say nor do anything to back her up. Turning to her bridesmaids and seeing them only raise their brows at her, all silently criticizing her. Eyes on her mother whom can barely stare at her by how disappointed she is. “Can’t believe she used him for his money.” A voice says loud enough for everyone to hear. Holding up a white paper with writing on it, in bold letters does it say bankruptcy. “Unfortunately mommy and daddy got too cocky with their money and had lost it all isn’t that right?” More gasps, embarrassed her parents look away. “And you thought the only way Maru Kim can stay living the life of luxury is by drying Mark out of his. Brandon over here had been disowned by his own parents and therefore kicked from the family’s wealth. So the two of you decided to take advantage of the poor guy who simply just wanted to achieve his dreams. How sad.” Mark’s parents had been there, angered by this they stand to face her. “How could you!” Mark’s mother yelled. “Don’t yell at my daughter!” Maru’s father responds. “Don’t you raise your voice at my wife!” And like a chain reaction, the entire place erupts in shouts. And it isn’t until you speak into the microphone again do they stop.

“Congratulations Maru for managing to stay engaged up until the wedding day, it’s unfortunate the groom couldn’t attend due to obvious reasons but! Rest assured, he’ll be doing much better from here on out.” The ends of your mouth curl upward, tears boiling to the rim she shouts,

“You’re lying! Guys she’s lying!” But no one was convinced at that. “You just can’t accept the fact that I have something you can’t have, you’re just jealous you can’t be me.” She huffs.

“See that’s where you go wrong, because no matter what you do or…who you do. I’ll always have what’s rightfully mine.” From behind your back, you finally reveal what was wrapped around your finger. Large, white and bright. Definitely a lot more expensive than the one she has and a lot more pleasing to the eyes. The color drains from her face, and soon the others began to piece together how exactly you fit into this whole situation. But that wasn’t the most shocking of it all.

Because not only was it a surprise for everyone at the reception to know Mark is running away. That he’s running away with a new fiancée at his side, the very woman they heard he had a thing with a while back. But to also see that alongside the diamond ring wrapped neatly on your finger, there on your thumb and index fingers held up none other than what’s made out to be a sonogram. A picture of an 18 week old fetus that proved you were currently with Mark’s child. Traced back to the very first time the both of you had sex at the party.

“I guess in the end, you were the one who really failed. Isn’t that right Maru?” Stepping down the stage, you make your way down the walk way. Just about to leave you stand beside the now mascara stained bride, eyes still filled with anger and fists at her sides. Bouquet of flowers now terribly crumbled.

“Expect an Insta post of our wedding soon.”



[hydroyaksha]

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OT9 - vampires! Witches! “Black magic” @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

NCT DREAM:

Mark - supernatural! “grit your f*ckin’ teeth” @irtza

Haechan - yandere! “Inseparable” @mint-yoongi

Jaemin - athlete! “on the rebound” @lunena

Jaemin - “Crazy in love” @mayaflowerxs

Renjun - classmates! “Blondes are done with fun” @rrxnjun

00’ line + Mark - arcana! “Arcane” @neonacity

Haechan - hockey player! “Ice ice baby” @cozyjae

Haechan - uni! “Learning languages” @tonicandjins

NCT TOKYO:

Sungchan - superhero! “Through the webs” @yutafrita

ENHYPHEN:

ENHYPHEN - scenario! “How they’re protective over you” @foresdxw

NI-KI - scenario! Idols! “Cookies - shattered glass” @ilovehimyourhonor

JAY - bad boy! Good girl! Dancer! “Opposites attract” @dazed-hee

TXT:

Beomgyu- hybrid! “Until it hurts a little less” @horanghoe

Beomgyu - fae! “Dasies” @thru-the-grapevine

Soobin - AI! “Artificial love” @bb-eilish

BTS:

Taehyung - Android! “A human touch” @snackhobi

SHINee:

KEY - A/B/O! “Out of love” @mymoodwriting

[mayaflowerxs]

AH! Thank you for recommending my fic hun!

Much love !!🤍

[mayaflowerxs]

can we have a doyoung smut au from uu

THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE KNOWS

Synopsis: After accidentally being mistaken as your brother’s mother, you turn to your best friend for comfort never thinking it’d form into a one night stand. But what happens when it turns into something more? How long will the two of you manage to keep it a secret from your friends without anyone suspecting?

Warning: SMUT / Fluff / Humor. Swear word usage, best friends to lovers! Inspired by the show FRIENDS. Jealousy, secret lovers, + more

Pairing: Doyoung x f! Reader

MONDAY 3:24 A.M

The cool air slightly brushes past the warm skin of Haechan’s. Summer nearing along with its hot climate, he vouches to sleep with his windows open. But as he feels the cool breeze awake him from his slumber, he squints and hazily gets out of bed. Closing the glass window before making his way out of his bedroom to go straight for the bathroom.

What he didn’t expect was to find company in the kitchen. Lights still on,

“Y/n? Doyoung? What time is it?”

Too tired to realize the look of horror on their faces, a short pause as they try to come up with an excuse. And although Doyoung for the most part was too preoccupied having an internal panic attack you’re quick to speak up. “It’s 8 am!” “8?” Looking over to the nearest window, he points and looks over at you. “But it’s still dark outside?”

“That’s!…because you sleep til noon dummy!” Doyoung interjects. “Oh?…okay well I guess I’m going to start getting ready.” Making his way over to the bathroom and closing the door he fails to hear the sighs of relief. “That was too close.” You whisper to your best friend of 5 years. “I know I’m sorry I didn’t think he’d wake up, or anyone at that.” Grabbing your hand, he smiles softly and pulls you to the direction of his room. “How about some privacy…” he wigged his brows and smiles mischievously. “What about Hyuck?”

Momentarily letting go of your hand, he walks over to the door and opens to find his band mate passed out on the toilet. “I think we’re good.”

You’re relationship with Doyoung started about a month ago, but the situationship itself about two. It all began the day you’re brother got married. Although it ended in pure disaster, given the fact he said his ex’s name at the alter and now the bride had gotten awol you had been busy grumbling over the fact some random drunk had mistaken you for being your brother’s mom.

He assumed, you the sister, were the mother of your brother and to that resulted in you drinking your ass off for the remainder of the day. By the end of the night as your brother frantically searched for his now wife, you were merely caught in bed with none other than the family friend, both your guys best friend, Kim Doyoung.

What was meant to be a one night stand resulted in the two of you hooking up even after returning home and since then the two of you have been trying to keep it a secret. But as the time went by, it resulted in becoming a lot more difficult than one assumed.

The floor is yet again splattered with water, the tub is almost filled to the brim and the waves splashing back and forth it doesn’t help that your erratic movement doesn’t help prevent water from falling out of the tub. Hands gripping tightly around your torso as his eyes dilate the more he’s engulfed by lust. Groaning at the feeling of your tight walls wrapping him so nicely, tits bouncing in his face and the beautiful look of pleasure on your face only has him nearing his orgasm. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you up and begins to thrust up into you. The clapping, the splashing and the loud moans echo around the small bathroom. Anyone home can easily catch the two of you and yet your foggy minds don’t seem to care about the risks.

Of course, the two of you did make sure no one was home nor would they be coming home anytime soon and although it did seem odd how adamant Doyoung seemed to be when asking what his band mates plans were, he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Doie I’m so close!” Your mouth agape, eyes tightly shut as your hold on him gets tighter. Doyoung groans and nuzzles his face in your chest. Pressing wet kisses all over your chest and slightly nibbling as he continues to repeatedly fuck up into you.

Then the unexpected happened.

A loud slam is heard along with a chorus of laughs. Eyes widening, Doyoung is quick to help you get off him, tub filled with scented bubbles, candles lit around the rim and soft soothing music playing. There’s a sudden knock on the door, “Hey Doyoung you in there?” It’s Haechan, and you manage to succumb into the water and out of sight just in time when he opens the door and catches his friend in the bathroom by himself. At loss for words , eyes staring at the scene and then back to him his lips curl up into a sinister smile. “Whatcha doin…?” He eyes him, hair disheveled and slight bubbles can be seen. “I’ve had a long, hard day…”

Internally groaning when he sees Haechan take out his phone and proceed to take a picture, Doyoung grunts when he feels you kick him in the crotch to hurry it up. “Get out Hyuck!” “Alright! Geez, just came to ask if you wanted Chinese food.” “No! Now go!”

“You sure? We actually have some of that chicken on the stick we couldn’t find last time-“ “No and for the last time leave!” Rolling his eyes and pouting, Haechan closes the door behind him not before muttering god knows what under his breath. Grabbing your arms and pulling you out of the water, he brushes the bubbles out of your face. Eyes softened and sincerely apologizing, “I didn’t know they’d be back so soon, I tried to get him to leave but he kept asking if I wanted Chinese food.” At the mention of it, your head perks up. “Chinese? I can go for Chinese food.”

“Uh…okay, hey Hyuck!” Taking a deep breath before diving back into the tub, the door is opened a few seconds later. “Yeah?” “Can I get some of the take out with lemonade- AH! Pink Lemonade!” “Uh ok..”

And he closes the door.

HAECHAN

Out of all of the members, Haechan by far was the most oblivious one. He was the last to find out, the last to understand something and usually it’s because he just doesn’t pay attention to detail at all. But this was no longer the case, it seemed that every time the two of you tried to get some privacy he always managed to unknowingly intervene.

And to your surprise, the first to find out the truth.

The day of the bathtub fiasco occurred, you accidentally left your favorite scrunchie. Burgundy colored with slight fuzz, if it was anyone else they’d immediately know it’s yours. They know much just about the right amount when it comes to scrunchies and they know they have yet to see anyone have the same Burgundy soft hair band with your initials on it given your friend actually made it for you including eleven other custom made scrunchies. But then again this was Hyuck, confronting Doyoung with it in his hand, he doesn’t notice the alarmed look on Doyoung’s face nor the stuttering mess he’s become.

“It’s mine!” Scrunching his face, Haechan tilts his head and stares at his hair. “Yeah -“ taking the scrunchie out of his hand he goes to put his hair in a bun but it wasn’t long enough so only a few mere strands are actually wrapped around the material and stupidly as he looked, he took the pointing and laughs from his bratty friend and let him humiliate him by taking more embarrassing pictures of him. “So cute!” “Alright that’s enough.”

By the next day, the guys had decided their place was boring and so chose to visit you. On the rocking chair and watching Mark and Yuta try to tag team in COD, a disaster really given Yuta was too starstruck by Mark’s beauty to fully care he’s being killed every second.

Another loud huff is heard and it isn’t until Johnny speaks up does it catch Haechan’s attention. “What’s up y/n? You okay?” Seeing the frustrated look on your face, a slight frown on your face as you begin to disassemble the entire living room, even demanding Jaehyun to get off the couch so you can find whatever it was that you lost. “No,” you groan and continue to frantically search the couch.

“I can’t find my scrunchie.”

“But don’t you have like eleven other ones?”

“No I lost them all, this was my last one I can’t believe I’m so irresponsible to lose the scrunchies my friend custom made for me!”

“Alright, well which one was it.”

“You know which one it is Johnny.”

“The burgundy one with your initials?” “Yes.”

Letting the information set in, the realization soon dawns on the maknae. Eyes widening as he suddenly gasps loudly. Doyoung who had just entered at the end of your conversation, catches his friends reaction and proceeds to hurl over to him when he begins to point at the two of you. Not understanding the commotion, you look over and see Haechan continue to point between the two of you in utter shock. Seeing Doyoung pull him out of the living room, you’re quick to rush over to them and into the empty room furthest away from the guys. All whom which were left utterly confused.

“The hell’s wrong with them?” Taeyong asks who enters the room with a bowl of ramen.

“I bet they’re hanging out behind our backs and now have secret conversations.” Jungwoo answers that leaves the others feeling slightly offended and surprised.

Pushing Haechan onto the bed and locking the door behind you, Doyoung wraps a hand over his mouth to keep him from being too loud. “Yes..” he says slightly out of breath. Once he’s sure he’d stay quiet, he pulls away and watched the shock on his friend slowly simmer down. “W-When? Where? How? Why?” The last one was most directed to you which landed him a harsh smack on his arm. “Aish,” ignoring the glare on Doyoung’s face, you speak up.

“It happened in Tokyo-“ “IN TOKYO?!” “SHHH” receiving yet another slap, he winced and quiets down. “Oh my god this is huge news..I gotta tell someone-“ “No!” The two of you wrestle him back on the bed before he gets to reach the door knob, “We didn’t wanna tell anyone because it’s going so well right now so please Hyuck, keep quiet for us?” Looking over and seeing the two of you giving him puppy eyes he sighs and nods. “Alright, I’m so happy for you two! It’s about time.” Allowing him to pull the two of you in a hug, you sneak glances over to Doyoung and notice he was already staring at you. Completely forgetting Hyuck was right there, in between you two. He leans in and proceeds to kiss you- “Alright that’s gross! Jesus where’s the etiquette?” He pushes the two of you away from him.

TAEYONG

Having your second longest best friend finding out was also a mistake. You became friends with Taeyong around the same time as Doyoung, from the eighth grade to senior year the three of you were inseparable. You should’ve known you couldn’t keep secrets from him, not only did he know your tells, Doyoung also couldn’t keep a secret to save his life especially when it comes to his best friend.

After having Haechan promise he wouldn’t say anything, he agreed with a grumble but has been supportive of the two of you ever since. It felt good at least having someone the two of you can go to. And now when the two of you needed some alone time, you knew to count the maknae to pull through. But even though he was good at making excuses to evacuate his members out the house, Taeyong was usually the hardest to convince. He needs to ask about a thousand questions before he can even contemplate if whether he would leave the house or not.

And when the usually hang outs between him, you and Doyoung began to seize he started to grow curious. “Does anything feel odd between them two?” He leans down to whisper to Haechan one day when all of you were out on the busy streets of Seoul. Jungwoo and Yuta were in front with you and Doyoung, laughing at their dumb antics to be entertaining and even though to everyone nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Taeyong noticed the distance between you and Doyoung kept getting slimmer inch by inch until finally the two of you were brushing shoulder to shoulder and don’t even get him started by the glances Doyoung keeps stealing over to you.

41 times and counting did his best friend look over to you. So much as a chuckle escapes your mouth and he turns his head to catch the moment of your pearly whites and crescent eyes coming to view. Hyuck pauses momentarily before shaking his head. “Nah all I see is just two friends hanging out…nothing else nothing more.” He clears his throat. Feeling Taeyong look at him with suspicious eyes, he picks up the pace and walks closer to you four. “Hey guys wait up!”

As everyone agreed to go to a near by restaurant for dinner, Doyoung stayed back and held your hand to stop you from entering. “Yeah?” He looks up at the sky to see the warm colors illuminating the sky. “Sunsets pretty, I saw a bridge near by...” He strands his words hopefully, noticing the boy was indirectly asking for you to ask his offer in taking a photo shoot of you two being a cute couple you giggle and nod. As the two of you headed off into the direction of the bridge, Taeyong notices the table was missing two spots, “Where’s y/n and Doyoung?” Unfortunately Hyuck hasn’t been there to make an excuse on your behalf mostly because he was too busy whining to Mark for not letting him have the last breadstick.

Head scanning the place, he catches sight of you through a window nearest to the exit. Getting up and walks out, he takes slow steps to stay out of peripheral vision and watch as the two of you begin to take pictures. Just as he thinks it was nothing more than the two of you wanting to take in the view, his eyes widen and feet froze in place when he saw Doyoung curl a finger over your chin and turn your head so he can lean in for a kiss. Phone in his other hand as he takes the pictures. And when he thinks he had taken enough, without pulling away nor looking he lowers his hand and puts his phone away before cupping your face and continuing to kiss you.

The instinct to open his eyes out of no where gets the best of him and when he does, he completely stops kissing you. Confused and slightly bummed he ended it abruptly, you pull away and notice your boyfriend staring at someone ahead of him. Turning around and freezing just like he did, the two of you let out awkward chuckles after a few uncomfortable seconds later, “Uh.. hey Taeyongie?”

It had taken Taeyong longer to process than it did Haechan. For starters the two of you were his closest friends, he still can’t believe the same friends whom he played mud pies with and made cringey YouTube videos with have crossed that line of friendship. He didn’t know what to think, was this better than the two of you just full on ignoring him? It was right? He doesn’t really understand why it was so hard to digest, but this was huge. HUGE and when he was told Hyuck knew oh did the poor boy get an earful. “I told you!” “I know I’m sorry they made me promise!”

It was awkward for a few hours and all of the dinner, Doyoung and you sitting beside each other very uncomfortably as Taeyong wouldn’t stop picking at his food and glancing over to you two. It wasn’t until the two of you closed the car door on him once the others had gotten out did you properly speak to him. Apologizing for not coming clean earlier, for keeping him in the dark and overall for making it weird for him. “You didn’t make it weird.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “It’s just so sudden it gave me whiplash-“ slightly chuckling at the mention of his song he clears his throat and gets serious again. “But tell me, is this serious?” He points at you two. Turning and staring into Doyoung’s eyes, he smiled sheepishly and holds your hand. “Yeah it is.” He responds back to him.

Turning to glance at Taeyong and noticing his eyes slightly glimmering with tears and takes the two of you by surprise when he suddenly wraps his arms around the two of you. “I’m so happy!” Laughing, you rub his back and hug him back. “Who else knows?” He pulls back and wipes his eyes. “Just you and Hyuck.” “Yeah and we’d appreciate it if you kept it a secret.” Doyoung tells him sternly. Nodding, he raises his hand and crosses his heart. “Understood.” Chuckling at him, the three of you snicker and return back to your regular goofy selves. Despite you and Doyoung dating, Taeyong knew nothing between the three of you actually changed and so with that he’s overjoyed .

JAEHYUN

Luck seemed to have never been on your side. So maybe the first two times you were being careless but how were you going to know that the Bluetooth was suddenly going to connect to some other device, nonetheless Jaehyun’s??

After a long day of practice, Doyoung was absolutely exhausted but that didn’t stop him from calling you. He hadn’t seen you and even though the two of you had begun hanging out a lot more often he still missed you. After Taeyong finding out, the three of you plus Haechan have been hanging out as well. Given they know, you found it to be easier to be more of a couple with them around. But like before, you stayed cautious, careful.

At times you had to sneak out of their dorms in the middle of the night before you fell asleep in Doyoung’s room and have anyone walking in on you two cuddling. It’s been about a week since Taeyong found out and it seemed no one has yet to suspect. Truly it seemed like no other surprises would be happening anytime soon until that dreadful night arrived.

Doyoung didn’t understand how anyone was awake. Everyone was at practice, everyone had to endure the eight plus hours of tiresome dancing that left your muscles spasming which is why he thought he was in the clear when he had called you so late at night. Too tired to hold the phone he chose to have his AirPods in, laid on his back as he tiredly mumbles back responses. “Babe just go to sleep I know you’re tired.” You try to convince him over the phone but he yet again refuses. “M’not tired.” He says with yawn, “you obviously are.” “Then help me stay awake.”

“Like what?” “I don’t know, sing to me.”

“Doie you’re the singer here, shouldn’t you be singing to me?” “Then talk dirty to me.” Snorting, you don’t take him serious at first until he responds monotonously. “What?”

“What do you mean what?”

“I asked you to talk dirty to me.” “You’re joking? Like phone sex?” At that he chuckles and hums, “sure why not. Can be one thing added to our list of kinks.” “List?”

“Oh you know, bondage, role play, BDSM, exhibition.” he chuckles eyes still closed as he tries to keep himself from falling asleep but you’re voice was too alluring. So much he may just fall asleep with a hard on. “You keep a list of kinks we tried out?”

“Of course, I remember everything we did each time we had sex.”

Suddenly the call goes dead, confused he picks up his phone and notices the call was still on. “Hello?” But no response, calling out to you once, twice, thrice but nothing. Just as he’s about to check his Bluetooth connection, the door is suddenly opened. Too dark to make out, the person who opened the door turns on the light and there stood Jaehyun deadpanning him. And although he didn’t looked shocked, horrified or screaming and bouncing off the walls. The lack of emotion, phone in his hand and his AirPods in his ears are enough for Doyoung’s heart to stop.

Oh shit.

Just as your boyfriend was left horrified in his bedroom so were you. You didn’t understand why you were suddenly hearing heavy breathing and a cough. But when you called out to Doyoung and instead got a deep voice saying, “No it’s Jaehyun.” You knew the two of you were caught red handed, and worse he heard the two of you talking about your kinks. How embarrassing!

The following days were dreadful, tensed and absolutely awkward. So much the others noticed, sending glances between the three of you and each any of them tried asking they were quickly silenced. Jaehyun tried not to make it a big deal and when he notices the worried looks on your faces he knows you had no intention of wanting to be outed quite yet so when the day comes in which the two of you pull up your big pants and go to talk to him, he speaks up before any of you are given the chance. “I understand, and it’s okay it’s an honest mistake.”

This meant three down, six more yet to know.

“So when did you two start hanging out?” Jaehyun raises a brow at you two, the other two turn and watch as you and Doyoung start getting red in the face. “In Tokyo.” You hoped that would be all you had to say but when Hyuck suddenly speaks up and begins to out the two of you, do you get comfy for a long painful conversation. And while you two sat awkwardly and silently holding hands, your three idiot friends couldn’t stop teasing and taunting the crap out of you. Oh how nice it felt when no one yet knew.

MARK & YUTA

As a new comeback neared, time with Doyoung was limited. Not only that but exhaustion and frustration increased. And as he struggled more to stay awake, it caused him to struggle with his singing. Taking a lot longer in the studio just to get a note right and when everyone else seemed to have already left hours ago and Doyoung is still there this only causes him to get annoyed at himself.

The only person he can find comfort in is you.

Which is when he visits you he knows you’re strong enough to take it.

Not a greeting given the second you open the door he steps in and closes the door behind you before he smashes his lips against yours. Pushing you up against a wall, and pulling you by the waist. Hungry for you he was, his forehead creased as he kissed you with need. The way he manhandles you shows he’s not trying to play around like the two of you usually do. Roughly pulling away and grabbing your arm, he pulls you over to your room and when inside, he doesn’t waste time pushing you down on the bed. Ripping the clothes off your skin, tossing his shirt over the bed and kicking off his pants. It’s nothing you’ve ever seen, the boy you were so used to seeing so composed, patient and calm was no where to be seen at the moment.

Smashing his lips on top of yours, ripping a loud moan from you that’s muffled by his mouth the second he sheathes himself inside your tight walls. Hands tightly gripping onto your sides as he starts out with a slow, steady pace. Thrusting inward and out until he picks up speed. And when he does, boy does it hurt so good. So much you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning loudly.

A hand over your throat as he adds pressure and leans in to kiss you gently. A complete contrast from the way he’s fucking you, and during the midst of your sexcapades, none of you were aware of the sudden guests that arrived.

Despite it being your home, the guys have made it their second home and even gotten themselves an extra key to use in order to get in. The both of you were too busy fucking each other’s brains out to hear the rattle of the door knob or the creaky of the door as both Yuta and Mark make themselves comforted the second they stepped foot into your home. It wasn’t until they heard a loud bang! Following with a series of moans and grunts did they automatically know what was going on. A shit eating grin on Yuta’s face as he turned to face his best friend only to find his face red and awkwardly chuckling while rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe we should go…”

“Wonder who she’s with?” Furrowing his eye brows, Mark’s left confused as he watched Yuta begin to make his way over to your bedroom door. “Why does that matter? Also I feel like this is crossing the line.”

Turning to give him a bored look, Yuta holds up the key he copied without your permission. “Really? You think eavesdropping is what’s crossing the line here?” But when he sees Mark’s worried face, he proceeds to sigh and nod. “Alright let’s go…but just so you know she will not be hearing the end of it,” he smirks and as the two are about ready to make their way out, they hear you let out a long dragged moan. A name that spills out of your mouth that they found impossible to brush over.

“OH DOYOUNG” A hand paused on the doorknob as the two send each other bewildered looks. “Did she just…?”

“FUCK Y/N” They recognize that voice,

Oh?!

The initial shock definitely worked wonders on both Yuta and Mark. So much the news just wasn’t enough for only them two to be discussed. Even going to Taeyong about a ‘problem’ they were having.

“What if you had accidentally found out about some shocking news that was so big that it was just too big to not talk about it?” Mark asks him. Eyeing him then turning his gaze over to Yuta who only nods, Taeyong as confused as ever only shakes his head uncertain. “What?” Sighing in frustration, Mark gets up and starts to slowly pacing around the living room.

“Yeah like two friends who are now potentially…” Taeyong’s eyes slightly widen, freezing at what he may be hinting and with a low voice making sure no one else hears he asks them, “do you know something?”

“We may know something…” Yuta responds using the same low tone. “What do you know?” “How about you tell us what you know first.” “Oh no I can’t say.” “Then maybe it’s best we don’t say anything as well.” “Fine.” “Fine!” The three turn to face away from each other, a long pause occurs. It isn’t until Taeyong slowly turns his head to stare at his friends did he see them start doing the exact same thing. Eyeing them and squinting his eyes, he makes a face of denial and scoffs. “You don’t know anything.”

Yuta claps his hands and stands, voice slightly louder than Taeyong expected which caused him to get startled. “Fine! Then I’ll go back to y/n’s place and see the thing I think that I know is actually the thing that I know!” Gasping, Taeyong stands up and covers his mouth looking over and seeing Taeil currently in the kitchen with AirPods in, volume too loud to hear any of their conversation.

“You know!” He tells him in hushed whispers. Mark stands and lightly smacks his back, “and you know?!”

“Of course we do!” “We?!” The two asks him in shock. Shushing them again, he motions them to his room. Entering and closing it behind them, he sighs and nods. “Yes we know, me, Haechan, and Jaehyun but the others don’t know and they don’t want anyone else finding out so don’t say anything!” “Woah! This is just unbelievable!” Mark covers his mouth in disbelief, “I mean y/n and Doyoung?” Taeyong nods, hands on his hips. “I know, it was a shock to me too.”

Noticing a grin on Yuta’s face, he scrunches his brows and nods at him. “Why are you so smiley?” “They don’t know that we know right?” Shrugging, Taeyong answers no. “Not that I know of.” “What are you thinking?” Mark turns to him, shrugging he crosses his arms. “I don’t know, just kinda had an idea on how to mess with them.” Taeyong groans and shakes his head, “c’mon man how about we just tell them you know and maybe they’ll finally just grow a pair to actually come out and get all of this secrecy over and done with. I do suck at keeping secrets after all.” Mark shakes his head and shifts his attention back to Yuta, “mmm, I wanna do Yuta’s thing!”

Rolling his eyes, Taeyong takes a seat in front of them as Yuta starts coming up with the prank. “This means, and Taeyong correct me on this. That every time y/n or Doyoung kept coming up with stuff like needing to do the laundry, or grocery shopping, or having a late shift they were together this whole time?” Taeyong nods, “Yeah pretty much.” Grinning, Yuta faces Mark again. “Okay then, Mark given you share rooms with Doyoung. Any time he says he’s going to do laundry, give him your laundry so that he’ll have to actually do it. And then maybe when he says he needs to do grocery shopping, we’ll give him like a huge list of items he needs to buy.”

Laughing, Mark laughs and pitches in on the idea. And while the boys had a blast, Taeyong continued to object but all went unheard. “But what about you?” Mark asks the mischievous boy. “I’ll use my specialty, my good looks to try and feel y/n up. Freak her out by thinking I’m into her.”

“OR,” Taeyong speaks up gaining their attention, “How about this…haha…we uh kinda like um- tell them!” Rolling their eyes, they shake their heads. “So it’s settled then?” Yuta confirms with the younger boy and when he excitedly agrees the two get started with the laundry basket and grocery list which doesn’t seem to have taken long to get done. “Oh! And Taeyong you’re not allowed to say a word!” Yuta points a finger at him. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to.” He huffs gruffly.

The prank came into affect much quicker than anticipated. By the next day, the regular get together occurred with you at their dorms. The clock hit 8 and as a notification is heard from Doyoung’s phone he’s quick to start making an excuse to leave. “Forgot I had some laundry to get to.” Sending each other glances, the boys notice the not so discreet looks the two of you send each other. Realizing just how obvious it had all been. Before leading up to this very moment, they noticed just how flirty you two were. Maybe knowing you have been friends since teens, it was hard to see the gestures between you any less than friendly. But now, under a new light wow were you two constantly horny for each other. Yuta noticed how Doyoung’s hand at some point creeped up on your thigh and softly squeezed it every once and a while. Or the way you pulled him into your embrace and began playing with his hair while he patted the side of your bum. How the two of you kept feeding each other and let’s not forget the whole perilla leaves fiasco that occurred earlier like come on! How could they have not noticed this before!

So with one slight nod, Mark got off the couch hurriedly. “Okay hold up Doie!” Waiting for him, Yuta sees the boys eyes widen the second Mark comes back with a large basket of dirty laundry. “Can you wash these for me I’d really appreciate it!” Mouth slightly agape, Doyoung goes to refuse. “What the-! Why can’t you do your own laundry?” Yuta stands up and walks over to Mark. “We are actually being called to the studio, yeah apparently we have to go over some lines. I’m sure you don’t mind doing this just once for our cute adorable Markie right?” It was silent momentarily, Haechan and Jaehyun who also knew were present. And after being informed by Taeyong about their prank, they watched silently while holding back their own grins.

Doyoung and you exchange looks. The text message he received from you was something he couldn’t pass up and seeing your eyes silently demanding him to find a way out of it, he starts to frantically try and come up with some excuse. “Um, I would but…I don’t have enough…detergent! Yeah don’t think there’s enough for your clothes.” “Oh don’t worry!” Yuta speaks up, and walks over to the bathroom. A loud bang of a door is heard and soon he comes out with a large bottle of detergent. “Made sure we had enough for ALL of our clothes.” Setting it in front of him, Yuta smiles brightly at him and hums. “Well I’d like to stick around but you already know, me and Markie gotta get going.”

Saying quick see ya’s, you go over and hug Mark good bye for the night. You’re slightly taken aback when Yuta suddenly rips you out of Mark’s embrace and engulfs you in a bear hug. “I’ll miss you y/n!” He says cheerfully before lowering his mouth to your ear and whispering lowly, “dream of me princess.” Pulling away and winking at you, he walks out the dorms with Mark. Ignoring the surprise on your face , but Doyoung didn’t. And when he finally had a moment with you, he wasted no time asking what had happened.

“He said what?!”

JOHNNY & TAEIL

The further the guys prank went on, only started to freak you and Doyoung out more. You didn’t understand why Yuta suddenly started to become so flirty with you. Chesire smile on his face, the subtle touching, face lowering to near your beet red one. And while he did that, Doyoung was busy trying to keep his cool. Hand clenched around the fork as he glared daggers at his friend, you’re in front of everyone he’d remind himself, but how can he keep calm when all he sees is Yuta practically talking your ear off with a shit eating grin. And if he wasn’t busy silently cursing Yuta off, then he’s busy dealing with Mark and his overload of chores.

“I’m sorry baby I can’t come.” He sighs sadly over the phone, “What? Why?” You try to hold back a whine but can’t. You had been so excited to be able to spend some alone time with your boyfriend and now it’s another rain check.

“Mark gave me a huge list of groceries I need to get, on top of that he wants me to go pick up clothes at the dry cleaners.”

“So what? He’s a big boy he can do it himself.” “Yeah well I kinda lost a bet so I have no other choice. But! I promise tomorrow I’ll get out early and spend the rest of the afternoon with you.” “Alright you better hold up to that promise Kim.” “I will baby.” “Alright then, I’ll let you to it.”

By the time the two of you hung up the phone, you had received a message from none other than Nakamoto Yuta, wanna go on a date? ;)

You couldn’t believe it, why suddenly has he got his interest on you. For the longest the Japanese boy has been clear he only ever seen you as an annoying sister to him so why the sudden attraction? And as you pace around the living room with your boyfriend and the guys that know, you come to a slow stop in realization. Eyes focused on a particular guilty looking blonde, you point a finger at him. “Tae…do you know something?”

The guys turn their focus on their leader, feigning ignorance despite them also having known the truth. “Do you know something?” Hyuck speaks up with a slight tease to it. Taeyong sends him a warning look before murmuring out, “No..” “Taeyong?” Doyoung’s tone slightly irked as he raises a brow at his best friend. Getting closer to him, you take a seat in front of him. “I might know something.” Gasping, you throw your hands in exasperation, “I can’t believe it!” “What? I didn’t tell them!” Both yours and Doyoung’s eyes widen and in sync you speak up, “Them?!”

“Um…” looking at Hyuck and Jaehyun for help, they only raise their hands up and turn their backs on him. Sighing in defeat he nods, “Yuta and Mark, they found out not too long ago.” “How?!”

Taeyong makes a funny look, “you really wanna know?” Given how they found out, a part of you didn’t even want to know how Yuta and Mark found out. If life has a pattern, then it can only mean they found out through a way you wished they hadn’t. “Wait a minute.” Doyoung speaks up, “so this whole time they knew?” Taeyong nods, “which means they’ve been messing with us?” Taeyong nods once more. “Oh they think they’re so slick!” You smack your lap before getting up and start pacing back and forth around the living room again. “Well it doesn’t matter anymore, now that they know and you know. The pranks can all be over!”

“Or…” “No! No or…” Taeyong groans. “We can play a little game ourselves.” You say, Doyoung’s face immediately turns one of a sinister smile and joins your side. “Ah yes, the messers become the messies!” “So what do you plan on doing?” Jaehyun asks you two.

“This is a stupid idea!” Taeyong exasperates. “Relax Taeyong its not like I’m going on a date with you.” You tell him which has him getting red in the face. Currently cramped in Taeyong’s room closest to the hall, Hyuck and Jaehyun watch as Doyoung helps you get ready to go on a date with the Nakamoto boy who had currently gone out for some wine. “Alright, you know what to do. Get him to break first, have him admit his pranks and no kissing.” Doyoung tells you sternly before leaning in and smashing his lips on top of yours. “Ok show time.” He tells you when he hears the front of the door open, closing the bedroom door once you got out. The guys were quick to press their ears up against the door.

“Do you hear anything?” Hyuck asks. “Yes, you. Now shut up.” Doyoung scolds him.

Walking out of the hall and seeing Yuta dressed up nicely with a bottle of wine in hand, he stops in his tracks when he sees you. Short red dress with a very prominent slit that reveals a little too much thigh. A bra that did a fine job pushing up your boobs and making the cleavage all that defining. Hair and makeup down and the perfume Doyoung had practically drowned you in could be smelled from miles away. You notice the boy gulp as you take calculated steps towards him. “You’re back.” Nodding, he coughs and brings back the grin. “Missed me pretty girl?”

There’s a sudden loud scoff before it’s roughly cut off. It causes Yuta to grow suspicion but before you let him start asking questions, you walk over and grab a wine glass. “How about a glass to start us off?” You bat your eyes at him. The two of you began to drink, music started playing and eventually it progressed to the two of you dancing. “Feeling shy? You know you can get closer.” Feeling yourself begin to get tensed, you compose yourself and take the slightest step closer. “Oh come on I know you can get a lot closer than that.” Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you until your chest was pressed against his. A shock gasp escapes your mouth, “Oh I’m sorry is this too much?” God how you want to shut him up, you know he knows he has the upper edge.

Shaking your head, you look up at him with an innocent smile. “Nope, if anything. I don’t think we’re quite yet close.” “Huh?” Hand placed at the back of his neck, you pull him closer until his face was mere inches away from yours. You notice how his eyes widen, a panicked look on his face as he was taken by surprise. The smirk on his face faltered and suddenly, Yuta was at loss for words. “What’s wrong? Is this too much?” You feign innocence. He lets out an awkward chuckle before pulling away, “No. just uh, I remembered I forgot something in the car. Would you mind if I…” “oh no of course not go ahead. I’ll be waiting here,” you wink at him and prop yourself on the counter. Legs crossed and popping out your cleavage. Yuta let’s out yet another uncomfortable chuckle before rushing out the door. When you’re sure the door clicked shut, you’re quick to get down and rush over to Taeyong’s room.

The sudden opening of the door smacks the guys inside, rubbing the injured part of the arm. But you didn’t worry about that, instead you began to freak out. “He won’t let up boys, he went to the car to get something.” “Yeah but he did it because you freaked him out, so keep doing what your doing until he cracks!” Hyuck tries to reason. “He started freaking out when I pulled his face close to mine-“ Feeling a hand pull you back, you come face to face with a bewildered boyfriend. “You what?” “Do you want us to win or not?” Huffing, he nods and crosses his arms. “I want to win.” He mumbles with a pout. The door to Taeyong’s bathroom opens and out he comes. With a groan, he walks closer to you.

“It’s still not over?” “Oh come on Taeyong the sooner Yuta gives up the quicker all of this is over.” At that his eyes lit up. “Oh alright um…oh!” Gasping when he suddenly unzips your dress you’re quick to hold your dress up. “Taeyong!” “Dude what are you doing?” Doyoung glares at him. “What? Yuta has some sort of panic over seeing women’s backs and their bralette. Just tell him to zip you up and he’ll break immediately.” Shrugging you nod, “sounds reasonable.” Quickly walking out the room, you return just in time to see Yuta resting his head up against the door. “Feeling unwell?” You say.

“Absolutely not gorgeous …” the once confidence Yuta had managed to gain back withers when he sees you clutching your dress desperately. Noticing how he’s eyeing the fallen straps, you blush and clear your throat. “Oh um, can you be a doll and,” turning to show him your back, he visibly gulps. “zip me up? Unless you prefer for me to have it off?” Yuta’s throat goes dry and eyes like saucers at the thought of you dressing down. Doyoung bangs his head on door upon hearing that, so loud Yuta turns his head over to the sound. “There’s that sound again?” Before he even takes a step closer into the direction of the sound you grab him to face you again. “Zipper please?” He nods and when he does, he makes sure to not look. Even accidentally catching a pinch of your skin and when he goes to inspect the skin, you feel yourself getting flustered by how close he is. “Feeling okay?” The teasing tone shows up again. “Perfect.” There’s a moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to do. “M’glad to finally have this date with you.” You say.

He grins and hums, “I’m glad you agreed to go on a date with me.” He curls a finger under your chin and lifts it to look up at him. At this point he has you up against the nearest wall, his other hand resting right beside your head. You can practically hear his breathing and the loud pounding of your heart beating. “Yeah, I’ve uh…been dreaming about this day.” “And I’ve been dreaming about kissing you.” Eyes widening, he softens his gaze tauntingly. “Oh? Have I said too much?” Shaking your head, you pull him by his tie. “Think you said enough, how about you kiss me to make your dream come true.” His breath hitches and soon his hands start to become clammy, “unless you don’t want to?” He pulls back to regain himself. Taking deep breaths, “No…I’m…im good.”

Turning his head to look back at you, he nods reluctantly. “I will, kiss you.” “Really?! I mean,” coughing you shrug. “…No yeah, you should.” Awkwardly the two of you began to shift closer and closer. Both silently begging for the other to crack and when the two of you are mere inches away from each other Yuta speaks up. “Ok well guess we have no other choice but to…kiss.” Nodding nervously, you watch as his lips near closer to yours. Only a few centimeters away and suddenly there’s a loud bang.

“Absolutely not!”

The two of you move away with each other. Letting out exhales the two of you hadn’t known you’ve been keeping in and relieved the kiss hadn’t happened. “And why not?” Yuta asks him with a smirk. “Because I love her!” The front door suddenly opens and in enters Mark who had been waiting outside. Following right after Doyoung is Taeyong, Hyuck and Jaehyun who are just in shock to hear the news.

“What?”

“That’s right, I love her! I love y/n and I’ll be damned if I let you kiss her.” Smiling like a buffoon, you near him to where he’s standing. Arms going to wrap themselves around his shoulders and like instincts, he holds you closer by the waist. “I love you y/n.” He softens his gaze at you before leaning in to kiss you. “I knew you two were doing it but I didn’t know you were in love.” Mark coos excitedly. Grinning, Doyoung hides his face in your shoulder as you laugh. “I love you too Doie.” You whisper in his ear in which he only hugs you tighter in return.

“What. The. Fuck??”

You suddenly hear a loud voice shout out. And as the rest look over to the door Mark had left wide open. There stood Johnny and Taeil mouth agape and utterly confused with grocery bags in hands.

“Oh hey guys…” Hyuck speaks up through the awkward silence.

JUNGWOO

Finally it seemed like everyone knew and although none of them found out the way you wished they would have, you liked the outcome of it all. Taeyong quick to engulf the two of you, after taking half an hour explaining the two oldest from beginning to current with your situation his grin comes to a halt when you and Doyoung speak up again.

“So everyone knows now!”

“Actually Jungwoo doesn’t know, so we’d appreciate it if you don’t say anything.” Taeyong’s smile drops before he walks out of the kitchen. “Is asking for a clean conscious too much to ask nowadays!” You hear his gruff as he stomps his way into his room.

“Well it’s great to see the two of you together, can’t believe it took you guys so long.” Taeil speaks up as he starts preparing dinner. “What do you mean?” “Please it was so obvious the two of you have been hooking up.” The two of you chuckle shockingly, “What? How?” Taeil raises a brow at the two of you, “Please the two of you would not stop pitching your voice each time I mention the others name in Tokyo. It was obvious something had happened between you two and when we got home and been noticing Doyoung getting home late I knew it was because he was with you. I mean why else would he be out so late.”

“What?” Doyoung asks offendedly. “Hey I could’ve been out with some friends!”

“Oh who are you kidding Doyoung?” Johnny says when he enters the kitchen. “No matter how much makeup the stylists put on you, it was impossible to cover the hickies you had all over your neck.” Face turning red, he fails to get out a coherent sentence and instead turns into a stuttering mess. “You know what, I don’t need this right now.” He then proceeds to walk out the kitchen with his hand in yours, dragging you into his room. Not before hearing Johnny yell out, “Hey you better be using condoms!”

Although you had asked the guys to not tell Jungwoo, it almost seemed like you didn’t bother any more. The two of you bluntly began to start cuddling each other in front of his face. You fed each other spoonfuls of food and even sat on his lap. Running a hand through his hair and even hiding your face in the crook of Doyoung’s neck. It was completely obvious the two of you were a couple. Wearing his clothes, walking out of his room early in the morning and enjoying each other’s company with some breakfast. And yet Jungwoo had yet to notice, maybe you judged Haechan too hard.

You were planning to actually just come out and tell Jungwoo, ‘hey I’m dating your group member/best friend’ but before given the chance schedules had piled on them again. By the time you had a moment with Doyoung you had been busy spending it inside your car.

Parked in front of the house, Doyoung wasn’t patient enough to wait for inside and instead had you planted on his lap. Arm pulling you in to smash his lips against yours. Groaning each time you grinded on him, tight jeans restricting him from fucking you. And when you begin to undo his buttons, pull down his briefs and start sucking him off he forgets the potential risk of getting caught. Large hands keeping your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he gets you to gag on his cock. Eyes rolling back each time you sucked his angry red tip, eyes staring ‘innocently’ up at him. He was close to combusting but he didn’t want it in your mouth. With quick hurry shifts, he pulls you on his lap again and roughly tugs your jeans down. Fingers rubbing your soaked pussy, pushing your soiled thong to the side and thrusting a finger inside your tight walls.

By the time he got you bouncing on his cock, both getting light headed. Windows beginning to fog up and car resonated the sounds of your mixed moans and juices, the two of you grow oblivious to the member who chose to have a lazy day in.

Going to grab himself a bottled water and noticing the car parked in the drive way. Just as he recognizes it as your car. He’s pulling the curtains apart and goes to wave at the two of you.

“Hey guys! Hi!…” eyes squinting and noticing the reason for the amount of movement happening inside, his face turns into one of horror.

“OH!!” He points in horror. “OH NO!”

Hearing the loud shouts, the others come rushing down the stairs and seeing a traumatized Jungwoo looking out the window with wide eyes and mouth agape. “What? what’s wrong?” Mark rubs his eyes. Taeyong looks out the window and immediately realizes why he was acting such a way. When the others do the same, a mixture of reactions occur but none are like Jungwoo.

“ITS Y/N AND DOYOUNG! ITS Y/N AND DOYOUNG!” He keeps repeating over and over,

“Jungwoo it’s fine!” Taeyong tries to reason. “Well maybe not exactly fine, I mean they are doing in the drive way..” Johnny shrugs. But Jungwoo has yet to calm down, and soon his yells are being heard from outside.

“Do you hear something?” Doyoung asks you as the two of you come to a halt. “I don’t think so…”

“NO THEY’RE DOING IT!”

“Oh crap…”

“Well I guess we don’t gotta keep us a secret anymore.”

[mayaflowerxs]

Does Crazy in love have a sequel??? It's so good!!

Please,a part 2

Hello, like I said previously I do plan on making a pt.2 but will take some time given i do have a series to continue and requests to get to,

On the good news I am currently finishing up some fics and will be out soon. Hopefully that pt.2 may come out quicker but til now it’s not certain when it will be released!

[mayaflowerxs]

Hi the link for social casualty doesn't work, do you think you can fix it?

Hello! Thank you for letting me know the link wasn’t working I tried to update all of them but I guess I missed one, it should work now but if it doesn’t please let me know.

Thank you and have a nice day!🤍