When the comet hit, the town lit up like a Christmas tree. In the darkest hours of morning, there was no one there to see – just a lonely street sweeper, his eyes like slits, too tired to blink. The whole town was asleep, dreaming of better times, of snowflakes and presents under a tree. But there were no decorations, they no longer had glass in their windows, it had all been destroyed along with…
Hi everyone! So, as you know, it's New Year's Eve (or New Year's Day, depending on where you are in the world). We do still have quite a few holiday-themed requests in our inbox that we have yet to write, but the holiday season is coming to an end, so we had a question for you all.
We wanted to know if we should still continue to write these holiday scenarios into January - if you guys would still like to read holiday-themed scenarios even when it's not longer the holiday season - or if we should scrap them and start accepting requests for something else. Please let us know what you guys would like!!
character:GOT7'sMark
author:megii
genre:smut
request(s):"A christmas themed smut scenario with Markk prettyy pleaseeee??^^" and "A holiday themed scenario with Markk?? A smut one pleaaseeeeee pleaseee pleaseeeee pleaseee"
notes: As a favor for fifi, i've taken the liberty to help out and get a request--technically two--finished and out of the inbox. I hope you enjoy, dears~!
“It’s so nice to finally be home,” Mark announced as he plopped onto the couch as you were still removing your shoes at the door. “I loved seeing everyone and all...but my gosh,” he continued, spouting out the frustration he felt toward being out from the early parts of the morning until the very end of daylight hours.
“I know, I know,” you agreed with his agitations, quickly joining him on the couch after removing your outside apparel. “I’m beat and I’m aware that you are, too, but we need to have our special Christmas, now,” you cooed, hoping to ease his sour mood. “And I know you’re going to love the presents I got you!”
Perking up more than previously, Mark sat up from his slouched position and leant forward as his eyes shot to the underneath of your small Christmas tree but soon back to you. “Can’t we change first?” he proposed, fingers pinching at the fabric of his button up shirt.
You dug into the depths of your dresser drawer to grab not only one but two outfits; one for now and one for Mark’s surprise a little later on. As soon as your clothes were in your hand, you darted from the bedroom to the bathroom, closing—and locking—the door behind yourself in order to change peacefully.
“What the heck took you so long,” Mark snidely remarked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“It takes time to be this cute,” you snorted back, twirling as you grabbed at the antlers on the hood of your pajamas.
“Are you saying I’m not cute because I didn’t take as long?!” Mark joked, holding his hand to his heart dramatically.
“That’s exactly it,” you laughed, shoving his shoulder. “No, but, let’s just open these now, I’m excited!”
After each perfectly to less perfectly-wrapped box underneath your plastic tree had been opened and admired, it was finally time to let Mark have his last present for this year’s Christmas.
“Wait, wait!” You yelled as Mark was beginning to get up from the floor, “I have one more gift for you, hold on!” You pushed the wrapping paper off of your lap as you stood up, rushing through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom once again. With a deep breath, you unzipped the deer pajama suit and threw it into the pile of other dirty clothes, leaving you now in very revealing lingerie, specially chosen to appeal to your boyfriend.
You halted for a moment, the anxiousness you were feeling getting the best of your fingers as you shakingly tried to apply a bright red headband with a large bow to your head. “Okay, here goes,” you muttered, exiting the room and slowly making your way back to the equally anxious Mark.
“Close your eyes,” you ordered, still remaining out of his line of sight.
“They’re closed,” he replied soon after, having both squeezed his eyelids closed and held his hands over them as well.
“One, two, three,” you called out, now standing directly in front of your boyfriend, “Open!” As his eyes opened, they got wider and wider, exploring every inch of your only slightly clothed body. “I’m your last present,” you stated, shrugging your shoulders and giving him a sly grin.
“Does that mean I’m free to do whatever I please with you, then?” he asked, standing to his feet now as his arms reached out for you, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer to himself.
With a confirmation nod from you to his previous inquisition, Mark didn’t hesitate one moment to pull you flush against himself as his lips simultaneously made rough, needy contact with your own. He slid his hands from your hips down to your butt, lifting you so that he could maneuver the both of your ways to the bedroom without breaking any—direly needed—contact with you.
As soon as the two of you entered the room, it was a rush to get to the bed and let hands roam wherever they pleased to. Though, no matter how much you were enjoying the feeling of marks rough fingers scraping across your skin, the entire point to your ‘gift’ was to give Mark some well-deserved sexual attention after such busy schedules as of late.
“Mark,” you hummed, prying your lips from his to speak. Once he took the time to pause and look at you, you used all of your power to literally flip the situation around; making yourself the person on top.
“Just let me do everything, okay?” you smirked, sliding your hand under his shirt and running your fingers up his abdomen in a sly attempt to get the shirt off of his torso. It wasn’t much of an attempt, though, seeing as Mark was more than willing to remove the article of clothing for you, followed by the rest of his clothing.
It was as if you were beginning the events again as you crawled back up to Mark, pressing your lips to his, hands pressed flat against his bare chest. His hands instantly found your sides, his fingers tenderly roaming the expanse of skin as they worked their way up to the clasp that kept your bra held against you.
As if trying to distract him, you trailed your lips from his down his jaw, tongue wandering against his flesh as you continuously kissed your way to his neck. Teasing the skin in that area, you softly bit down and soon after soothed the area by running your tongue over it slowly. Underneath you, Mark wriggled with impatience, already excited and ready for the events to yet arrive.
“Baaaabe,” he groaned, the pout evident just from his tone of voice.
With a soft breathed laugh against his neck, you reluctantly parted your lips from his neck, placing continuous soft pecks against his lips as you removed the remaining clothing from your body. Sliding your hand between the small amount of room between your bodies and down his torso, you wrapped your fingers skillfully around his length, giving him a few excruciatingly slow strokes before lowering yourself onto him.
Mark quickly latched his hands onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin, likely to leave red blotches afterward. It was only fair though, because you also were likely to leave marks of your own, what with the force you were pressing the tips of your fingers into his chest as you continuously lifted and lowered yourself onto him.
Not being able to take it any longer, Mark tightened his grip on your hips and flipped the two of you around, keeping his hold on you as he pushed himself further in and out of your core. And with murmurs of some choice words accompanied by one more long, passionate kiss, it had felt as if your insides burst; endorphins filled with pure ecstasy rushing around your brain as your body shook from the sheer pleasure you were feeling. Collapsing beside you in a heap of sweat and panted breaths, Mark had most definitely experienced the same ecstatic feelings as you had.
“Oh my… Wow,” he breathed, one hand rested on top of his quickly rising and falling chest as he looked over at you.
With a shrug and a small smile, you moved to give him one last kiss before lying your head on top of his chest. “Merry Christmas, babe,” you mumbled, letting a small laugh bounce out of your throat.
character: VIXX's N
author: fifi
genre: fluff
request: “a fic where hakyeon and i are playing in the snow and we suddenly get into a playful snowball fight and then later we get inside the house and drink hot chocolate to warm up please~ thank you!”
notes: this was absolutely adorable to write, thank you for your request~ and happy holidays!!
You watched as Hakyeon moved his arms and legs as quickly as he possibly could, spreading out the thick snow in the shape of an angel.
You did the same with the area of snow you were laying in, feeling the cold snow seep through your layers and melt against the heat of your skin, but not really caring. You felt like a child again, and you loved every second of it.
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“Hakyeon, where did you say the snow boots were?” you yelled, your head deep in the closet as your hands searched around the floor.
“In the box on the top shelf!” he replied from the other side of the room, his voice muffled as he pulled a sweater over his head.
You stood up, looking toward the top shelf and immediately seeing the box - though there was no way you were going to reach it.
“Uh…Hak-”
“I’ve got it.” he interrupted, appearing next to you. He reached up toward the shelf, sliding the box down with ease and setting it on the floor in front of you.
“Just...put important things lower down, hm?” you requested as he walked back toward the dresser.
“Snow boots are only important a few days a year! Would you rather me put your underwear on the top shelf?” he asked smartly, looking over his shoulder to smirk at you.
You laughed, waving him off as you sat down on the floor and opened the box. After pulling out a pair of boots for each of you, you slid the box back into the closet and made your way over to Hakyeon, who was all bundled up in countless layers of clothes.
“Your turn.” he smiled at you, patting a pile of sweaters and pants that were set on the dresser.
You rolled your eyes at him, and he pecked a quick kiss on your cheek before hurrying out of the room with his boots.
After layering yourself up with everything he had set out for you, you joined Hakyeon at the front door, where he had slipped on his boots and jacket and was waiting for you.
When he saw you, Hakyeon stood up from the couch only to crouch down on the floor in front of you, your boots in his hands. You blushed as he slipped the boots onto your feet, then went on to wrap a thick scarf around your neck and hand you a pair of mittens.
“You think we’ll be warm enough?” he asked curiously as both of you stood at the door, pulling your mittens onto your hands
“Hmm...maybe.” you shrugged, grabbing his gloved hand with yours and letting him lead you outside.
The cold hit you both almost instantly, and though you knew that neither of you had put on enough layers, you weren’t going to give up now.
“What do you want to do first?” Hakyeon asked, still holding your hand to keep you both balanced as you trudged through the snow to the middle of the yard.
You thought for a moment, before smirking to yourself. “Snow angels!” you yelled, squeezing Hakyeon’s hand and throwing your body into the snow, taking him down with you.
“Well, you could’ve warned me!” he yelled breathlessly, laughing as he scooted away from you and positioned himself. You watched as Hakyeon moved his arms and legs as quickly as he possibly could, spreading out the thick snow in the shape of an angel.
You did the same with the area of snow you were laying in, feeling the cold snow seep through your layers and melt against the heat of your skin, but not really caring. You felt like a child again, and you loved every second of it.
When you were finished, you opened your eyes to find Hakyeon standing beside you, smiling and reaching his hand out to you.
“Careful, don’t ruin it.” he said, pulling you off the ground slowly and helping you take careful steps away from where you had both lain in the snow.
Turning around, you examined your snow angels, Hakyeon’s exceptionally bigger and much neater than yours.
“How come you’re better than me at everything?” you asked, shaking your head as you playfully slipped your gloved hand against his padded arm.
“Even though I couldn’t really feel that...I’m still getting revenge.” Hakyeon smirked down at you, trudging away from you as quickly as he could.
“Hey, don’t even think about it!” you yelled after him, knowing what he had in mind.
Hakyeon laughed heartily, leaning down and gathering snow with his hands. You quickly turned and took careful steps in the opposite direction, leaning down and creating your own snowball.
Before you could even stand up and turn around, you felt a snowball pelt the back of your jacket. You shook your head, laughing to yourself as you spun around and sent one back at Hakyeon, missing him just by a few inches.
“Hey, you’re pretty bad at this!” Hakyeon joked, his face crinkling as he let out a loud laugh.
“Not fair! You know I can’t aim!” you replied, quickly gathering more snow. “Just wait until I get the hang of it…”
Again, Hakyeon took advantage of your weak stance, hitting you with another ball while you were still building your own.
“Quit doing that!” you laughed, throwing your ball of snow at him and hitting him directly in the chest. Hakyeon fell into the snow on impact, his hands on the spot the snow had hit him.
“Hakyeon!” you yelled, trudging your way through the snow toward where he had fallen. After reaching him, you knelt down in the snow, your hands covering his. “You okay?”
As soon as you had leaned down to look at him, Hakyeon grabbed a handful of snow and dropped it onto your head. You scrunched your face as you felt the snow travel down your head, wincing from the horrible coldness of it on your skin.
“You tricked me!” you said, laughing as you nuzzled your face into Hakyeon’s chest for warmth. “Ah, I’m so cold now…”
“Too cold to build a snowman?” Hakyeon asked, wiping the remaining snow off your head.
You nodded against his jacket, wrapping your arms around him. “I think so.” you raised your head to look at him. “Can’t we build a snowman another day? Let’s just go inside and warm up, hm?”
Hakyeon thought for a moment, but gave in. “Fine. The warm house sounds nice, anyway.” he sighed, taking a minute to pick you both up out of the snow, and grabbing your hand to lead you through the yard and back into the house.
“Ah, the heat feels so nice.” you exhaled, closing your eyes and letting yourself bask in the warmth for a moment.
“Doesn’t it?” Hakyeon asked, unraveling the scarf from his neck before doing the same to your own.
You pulled off your gloves, then your hat, smoothing out your hair even though you knew it would be a mess anyway. Hakyeon’s was, too, so you reached up and ran your fingers through it, trying to make it look a little more tamed.
After Hakyeon had gotten all but a couple layers off, he helped you finish getting out of most of your layers before sitting you down on the couch and wrapping a few blankets around your shoulders. “Just stay here, I’ll be right back.” he said, kissing your nose quickly before hurrying off into the living room. You had the urge to follow him, but the couch was just too warm…
Hakyeon returned a few minutes later with two mugs in his hands, the aroma coming from the steam as he placed a mug in your hands telling you that it was hot chocolate.
“Perfect.” you breathed, inhaling the scent and letting the mug warm your still-frozen fingers.
Hakyeon made an agreeing noise as he sat down next to you, lifting the blankets just enough so he could join you underneath them, cuddling close to you as he held his own mug.
You leaned toward him, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck and letting his body heat warm the rest of yourself up.
“You wanna know what my favorite part of winter is?” Hakyeon asked, glancing down at you.
“Hm?”
“The cold.” he answered, taking a careful sip from his steaming mug.
“You’re crazy.” you shook your head, smirking. “The cold in insanely...well, cold. We nearly froze to death out there.”
“Ah, you’re right.” Hakyeon nodded. “But the cold gives me an excuse to cuddle up with you like this. That’s why it’s my favorite.”
You chuckled. “You don’t need an excuse to cuddle with me, y’know.”
“I don’t?” Hakyeon asked, surprised. “Well then, I guess I can admit that I don’t really like the cold.”
“That’s more like it.” you said, reaching forward and setting your mug down on the coffee table before closing your eyes and snuggling as far as you could into his lap.
