(note: this is part two to the random fluff i posted with the hyung line last week. hope you enjoy. not as long as the other post, at least i don’t think, but most is still under the cut.)
jaehyun: you giggled, pecking his nose for the third time. you knew he was awake, but he refused to open his eyes, opting to pull you even further into him.
“we’re eventually going to have to get up, you know.” you say eliciting a groan from him.
“just ten more minutes.” he grumbled.
the thing is he already said that over thirty minutes ago. you laughed, knowing that when you tried to get him to get up again in the next ten minutes, he would just tell you the same thing. it was the first time ever that you had spent the night at jae’s house, and if anyone had told you that the same person who seduced you to go home with him after your first date, would be this same clingy cutie in the morning, you would’ve laughed. yet here you were, wrapped tightly in his arms, wondering if but hoping he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon. you softly stroked his hair, trying to pass the time, but it wasn’t long before you drifted off back to sleep. when you woke up, jaehyun was no longer in the bed. you could hear water running in the bathroom and thought to yourself that maybe he was finally ready for you to go home. you climbed out of his bed, searching for the clothes you wore to your date scattered on the floor.
“going somewhere?” you heard a deep, still groggy voice ask.
you panicked, standing straight up. “well…i wasn’t sure if maybe…”
he gave you a confused look, before climbing back into his bed and opening his arms. “you don’t have to go, you know. unless you want to.”
you stuttered this time, “are you sure?”
he shook his head, laughing shortly, “are you really gonna force me to ask you to stay?”
you smiled down at him, shaking your head no, before putting down your clothes and snuggling back into his warm, comfy arms.
jungwoo: you weren’t really much of a shopaholic, but your boyfriend insisted on going to mall for a shopping spree on a random saturday morning. hand in hand, you walked up and down, in and out of the dozens of stores in the mall. jungwoo kept picking out outfits and shoes for you to try on and buying every single one of the ones you (and he) liked. you guys stopped in the food court for a little break, and you couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling in your chest seeing just how happy he looked getting to spend time with you doing normal couple things.
“are you having a good time?” you ask, taking a fry from the basket you guys were sharing.
he nods, biting into his sandwich, “of course. i love getting to spend time with you.”
you laugh, “you know we could’ve spent time at home together.”
“yeah but, i wanted to spoil you for a change.” he shrugged.
and spoiling you he was. you guys finished your food, heading toward the exit of the mall with all your shopping bags before he stops you.
“let’s go in here really quick.” he points toward a small, but luxury looking jewelry store. you follow him in as you guys browse around the shop. it was then that you saw the prettiest ring you’d ever seen in your life. he noticed you stopped, following your gaze to where it stopped.
he smiled to himself, “that’s really pretty. do you like it?”
you nodded, looking up at him “it’s so gorgeous. i love it.”
“me too.” he laughed. “come on, let’s go home.”
he tugged on your hand, getting you away from the ring and any thoughts that were circling in your head. little did you know he was only days away from giving you that same ring and making you the happiest person alive.
mark: you set down the picnic basket as mark laid the blanket out on the grassy area you picked. you lowered your toddler down as you settled onto the blanket while your husband unpacked the goodies from the basket. it was family day and mark just happened to have the day off from his otherwise overpacked schedule, so you guys decided to spend it like a “normal” family. the sun peeked through the leaves of the trees, highlighting the matching brown hues of your husband and toddler’s hair. you smiled as he attempted to feed the young child who was too preoccupied playing with the toy mark got them for their third birthday a couple of months ago. he sighs, putting down the carrots on the plate and looking up at you.
“i should’ve never bought them that toy.” he shakes his head, making you laugh.
“now you know how i feel.”
he moves the child from his lap to the middle of the blanket, so he can get up and reposition himself so that he’s sitting behind you now. he wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder as you both watch your child playing with his favorite toy. their nose crinkles up every time he laughs, and their eyes widen as their mouth makes an “o” shape any time they’re surprised, just like your husband’s. you were lost in thought until mark broke the silence.
“this is nice.” he whispers lowly.
you hum in agreement, “these are my favorite days. when we get to just spend time together like a family.”
he giggles, moving his arms so he can interlace your fingers together. “mine too.”
haechan: it was already late when you came over to haechan’s after he got back from dance practice. you had been there for over two hours now and the most attention he had given you was a quick kiss when he let you in. you were kind of annoyed that he invited you over just to ignore you to play games with his friends so you finally decided to leave and see him another time. somehow he heard you get up though.
“where are you going?” he questions, hearing you get up from his bed.
“home. you’re not even paying attention to me.”
he tells his teammates to hold on, taking off his headphones and swiveling around in his chair so he’s facing you.
“C’mere.” he opens his arms, calling for you.
you roll your eyes, making your way over and sitting in his lap. he wraps one arm around your back, as his other comes up to move a loose hair that was falling over your eye.
“i promise after this round, i’m all yours. so please don’t go, when i’m done, we can do whatever you want.”
you raise your brow suggestively, “anything i want?”
his eyes lower to your lips before coming back up to meet yours, “anything.”
“okay fine.” you smiled, attempting to get up from his lap, but he pulls you back down with both hands.
“no. just stay here, i’ll be done in like thirty minutes.” he says, spinning you both around in the chair and putting back on his headphones so he can finish the game.
genre: smut, fluff, angst if you squint but not really
pairing: werewolf!mark x fem!reader
word count: 13.5k
warnings: SMUT (with plot): oral (f. receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected sex (reader has an iud), bulge kink, honestly pretty vanilla otherwise (cowgirl, missionary), hung!mark, praise, very inexperienced mark but he's desperate and it's cute
necessary context: this is a little one-shot i wrote as a spin-off for what was originally intended to be my lucas fic in the m&m series. more context on how exactly the werewolf world "works" in that universe can be read here (as it is not an omegaverse despite similar vocabulary appearing), but the specific context you'll need to understand mark's story can be read here. if you need context, please read both, but honestly this one-shot can probably be read without it if you're just up for some smut. please enjoy!!
“You two disgust me,” Baekhyun groaned, turning his head away from a giggling Y/n as Mark dipped his face into her neck and inhaled deeply. “At least get a room.”
Mark huffed at him. “You never complain when Kai does the same thing to Jess.”
“Kai’s the alpha, though,” Baekhyun countered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m not allowed to complain. But you? Disgusting.”
“Sorry,” Y/n told him with a laugh. “My roommate got a new perfume, and I think the smell is rubbing off on me.”
“I’m surprised you still call her your roommate with as much as you sleep over here these days,” Ten added from the kitchen.
“These days?” she repeated. “It’s been a week since the first night.”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, “and you stayed over the five nights after that and only went back to your dorm on Friday because you had a project due Monday.”
“Okay, okay,” she conceded. “I’ll just stop doing it if you have a problem with it—”
“No!” Mark whined, tucking himself into her further and making her smile. “Stay.”
So she shrugged at Baekhyun. “Can’t disappoint him.”
Baekhyun stuck his foot out, kicking Mark’s leg from across the couch. “You’re getting so clingy, pup.”
“Get an imprint and then see if you can help it,” Mark scoffed, tightening his grip on Y/n’s hand as he readjusted himself on the couch.
“I’m just saying, you don’t have to be clingy here when some people are trying to watch TV in peace.”
Y/n sighed, turning her head to face Mark. “You wanna go to your room?” she asked him quietly. “You can be as clingy as you want there.”
Mark whined, tucking himself further into her, but a few pokes and prods later, he was groaning and pulling back. “Don’t wanna move,” he mumbled. “I’m too tired.”
“Too tired?” she asked him with a weird tone in her voice. “Today, of all days, you’re too tired?”
It took him a second to process what she meant, but when he did, his eyes widened to the size of golf balls. “Today is Saturday,” he muttered, ignoring the way she giggled at his realization. “Okay, okay, let’s go,” he finally said, clambering off of her and tugging her to her feet. She laughed at his sudden energy, avoiding Baekhyun’s curious gaze as Mark took her hand and started to drag her to the stairs.
“Have fun, kids!” Baekhyun called after them, chuckling as they disappeared up the stairs before looking back at Ten, who was sending him a smirk.
“They’re going up there to fuck.”
“Oh, of course they are.”
Y/n giggled when Mark fumbled to close the door behind her, stammering wildly as he stared at the lock he’d just turned. “Um, I… fuck, uh… how… how do we start?”
“Start?” she repeated.
“Yeah, like… start.” He finally turned his head to her, his heart sinking when he found her expression cold and serious. “Sorry, am I… am I jumping the gun a little?”
“No—”
“If you changed your mind, we don’t have to do anything, seriously, I just thought—”
“Mark, wait,” she said, stepping a little closer to him and staring pointedly at his hand while she fought with herself on whether to reach out and grab it or not. Eventually, she settled on clutching onto the edge of his sleeve, and Mark’s hand almost instantly curled up to hold her forearm comfortingly. “I never changed my mind. I still… really want to do this. I just don’t want you to jump into it too quickly.” He was quiet for a moment, not really knowing what to say. “You know, it’s… your virginity. I figure it means a lot to you.”
“It does.”
“Then…”
Mark inched himself closer to her when she struggled to find her words. “Then what?”
She shook her head, still refusing to meet his eyes. “Just… I want you to be sure that this is what you want. And I know you’ll stand here for however long it takes to convince me that it is, but… but no matter how much you want me because of the imprint, I don’t want this to be you getting it over with before your rut. I want you to enjoy it. You deserve to enjoy it.”
Mark took a long breath, squeezing Y/n’s arm before pulling his hand back down to thread his fingers through hers. “I’d be lying to you if I said it wasn’t… partly because of next week.”
“Mark—”
“But I do want this. And I’m ready. And I want it to be you that takes it, more than anything else in the world, okay? I trust you, you know? To… take care of me. I’m not going to regret it or wish I’d waited. I want you… so bad. And that’s literally never going to change.”
She was quiet for another few moments. “You’re… sure.”
And he smiled at her. “Positive.”
“Then… yeah,” she said, finally looking up at him and grinning. “We can start.”
“Okay.” And they stood there, neither of them daring to move an inch until Mark broke the silence again with a chuckle. “How?”
“I don’t know!” she laughed, squeezing his hand as her smile widened. “I don’t usually… plan sex like this. Maybe we… I don’t know, Mark, you could, like…”
He huffed out a heavy breath, tugging her a little closer. “Can we just kiss?”
“Yeah,” she replied with a nod, shivering under his touch as his hand left hers and dragged up the side of her sweater-covered arm to the side of her face. “Yeah, I think that works.”
He nodded. “Okay.” And then his lips were on hers, soft and tender just to test the waters. She sighed against him, her arms coiling around his neck the moment their lips touched. It was slow—Mark never moved too quickly when he initiated things—but that was exactly how they liked it, at some leisurely pace that let both of them sink into each other’s arms.
Mark chuckled breathily when he pulled away, keeping his eyes shut as he rested his head against hers. “I’m really glad I wore sweats today,” he muttered.
“Why?”
He smiled sheepishly, reaching down to hold her hips in his hands and tug their bodies together. He sighed shakily when their hips met, a chill running up his spine at the little whimper that fell from Y/n’s lips. “That’s why.”
“You’re hard just from kissing me?” she giggled.
“I’m hard from thinking about what’s gonna happen tonight,” he scoffed, fingers digging into her hips. “But it… wouldn’t be the first time kissing you riled me up like this.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Shut up about it,” he whined, laughing and kissing her again. “You just… do things to me.”
She didn’t reply, instead pulling back to look at him as her right hand drew forward to caress his jaw. Mark’s eyes were already glazed over, practically sparkling as the moon peeked in from his bedroom window and gave them a little light. “Things?”
He snorted. “Do you feel my dick right now?”
“I feel it,” she replied with a laugh, wiggling her hips against his and watching the way his eyes fell shut at the pressure.
“S-Stop,” he breathed, but he instantly regretted it when her eyes widened and she teasingly stepped back from him. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean…” She was laughing before he could finish, scurrying back into his arms and tilting her head up to press a soft little kiss against the side of his neck. Mark hummed, holding her closer as his arms curled around her body.
“You’re so cute,” she giggled, smiling even harder when he groaned again. “You are!”
“I’m not.”
“You’re adorable.” Mark was close to stomping his feet and pouting at the way she cooed at him, his head tucked into her shoulder in embarrassment as she laughed brightly at him. “If you don’t like it,” she murmured into his ear, her voice low and sultry, “then do something about it.”
“Dude, I—” Mark cut himself off, squirming out of Y/n’s arms and pacing in a circle before pointing his finger at her. “I’m too awkward to do anything about it and you know it.”
She hummed in amusement, smirking at the crisis he seemed to be going through. “I’ll give you a pass since it’s your first time.”
Mark scoffed dramatically, trudging to his bed and flopping down on it. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?” he asked, crawling around until his face was buried in his pillows. “Forget the sex if you’re gonna make fun of me the whole time—”
“Mark, that’s not what I was trying to do,” she said, making her way over to him and perching her knee on the side of his bed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d take the cute thing this seriously. If it really bothers you… I can stop. I won’t do it anymore.” He rolled over onto his back, pouting at her.
“It’s not that, not exactly,” he grumbled, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m just trying to build up my confidence, and all of the cute stuff just makes me feel like… like I won’t be good enough for you. Is that weird?”
“Weird that you’re thinking it? No,” she answered, lowering herself down to his side and squeezing in next to him as his eyes lazily followed her. “But I think it’s a bit odd that you believe it.” Mark was about to open his mouth and retort, but she cut him off before he could. “You have nothing to be afraid of, okay? Nothing to be worried about. Not with me. You… trust me, right?”
“I’m just nervous—”
“And that’s fine,” she told him, cracking a smile. “I’m really nervous, too. But you can stop me whenever you want, alright? If it gets too much… we don’t have to do anything. Okay, sexy?”
Mark was about to sigh an “okay” of his own, but he realized halfway through what she’d just called him, and his eyes blew wide, his body sitting up straight in bed to meet her face. “What did you just say?”
“I called you sexy,” she answered with a snicker.
“Well, don’t force it!” Mark groaned, starting to laugh along with her. “Sexy is just weird! I’m not sexy!”
“You’re not cute, you’re not sexy,” Y/n said in exasperation, crossing her arms over her chest as Mark kicked his legs over the side of the bed. “What are you, then?”
“I dunno,” he replied, still laughing hard. “I’m just Mark.”
She snorted, moving to straddle his hips as her fingers began to thread through his hair. “Okay, just Mark. Your pet names are brilliantly creative.”
“Shut up,” he chuckled, hands finding their home on the sides of her waist and squeezing.
And she giggled, leaning in close and kissing him softly. “Weirdo.” For some reason, Mark didn’t find himself arguing with that one, instead rolling his eyes with a growing grin on his face. “Am I forgiven?”
He exhaled slowly, pretending to think about his answer. “I guess so,” he eventually said, “but I still think you have to make it up to me.”
“Oh?” Y/n replied with a chuckle. “How can I make it up to you?” She felt her heart jump as Mark leaned into her, his lips closing in on her neck and trailing softly up to her ear, his hands tightening their grip on her sides as his fingers slipped under the hem of her sweater.
“Let me eat you out this time,” he mumbled, sending chills up her spine. “Wanna taste you.”
She felt herself nodding before the words could even fall from her lips. “Okay,” she breathed, heart leaping in her chest. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Mark sunk against the bend of her neck and shoulder, cringing at himself. “That was so painful to say without cracking,” he laughed, yanking his head up and looking her in the eye as he drew one of his hands to the side of her face. “Sexy enough for you?”
“I’m sure you can feel how hot my face is,” she replied, leaning into his palm. Mark chuckled, running his thumb over her cheekbone. “But to be honest, you could’ve asked to fuck me with your tongue in the most awkward and embarrassing way possible, and it still would’ve caused this reaction.”
“Don’t overexaggerate.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s better than sex. It’s literally the best feeling in the world. The fact that you’re even offering is making me… I don’t even know.”
“Wet?” he finished for her meekly. She burst into a fit of giggles, nodding and rolling her eyes.
“Yes, Mark. Wet.”
“But what if I’m bad at it?” he asked, chewing on his bottom lip. “You seem to have… really high expectations.”
Y/n cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do you produce saliva?”
“…Yes.”
“Is the inside of your mouth warmer than the air in here?”
“…Probably.”
“Then you’ll do fine,” she assured, ghosting her lips against his. “It’s more about the feeling than the technique. You can’t be bad at it. Besides,” she said with a finger lifting to smudge across his bottom lip, “it’s sort of all I’ve been thinking about all week… having these lips down there.”
Mark gulped. “Seriously?” he muttered, eyes wide as she nodded.
Y/n hummed at him. “It’s kind of ridiculous how much it’s been going through my head, actually. I’ve been beating myself up for telling you no last week.”
“Well, I… guess I’ll make up for it tonight, then.” He could feel himself stiffen against her, made all the more obvious by the surprised shift of her hips when she felt him twitch beneath her. He was entranced by the soft gasp she let out at the feeling, at the way her lips hovered just out of his reach, begging to be kissed. And all Mark could think of was how lucky he’d gotten, how incredibly fortunate he was to be able to call her his.
“I wanna touch you,” he admitted quietly, hands sliding down her sides and resting on her thighs. “Can I touch you?” She nodded, breathing out slowly. “Where?”
And she smiled, resting her own hands on top of his. “Anywhere,” she replied, smiling softly. “Everywhere.”
“That’s vague,” he grumbled, uncomfortably running his fingers over her thighs as his eyes slowly raked over her. “I don’t— You… you gotta help me—”
But it was like she was a few steps ahead of him, smiling gently and taking his hands in hers to give them a squeeze. “You can start here,” she whispered, guiding his fingers to rest faintly across her collarbone. “Just work your way down whenever you’re comfortable with it.”
His fingers were soft against her clavicle, practically trembling from anxiety and anticipation. “And just… hands? Or…”
“Hands,” she affirmed. “Lips, tongue, teeth, anything.” And then she brushed a few hairs away from his face, giving him a look that bordered a dangerous line between sultry and innocent as her voice dropped down to a whisper. “I’m all yours tonight, okay? Just… experiment. Get a feel for it. I’ll be right there with you.”
He nodded, finally dragging his fingers slowly across the cotton fabric of her sweater, trailing up to her neck. “How do you feel about marking?”
She felt a shiver run up her spine at the thought. “I’m not… gonna tell you no,” she said, “but I still think for full satisfaction points that you should wait for your rut.”
Mark chuckled. “Yeah, that’s fair,” he mumbled softly, ghosting his thumb over the deep fuchsia bruise that was still peeking out from the collar of her baby blue sweater. “Think I should cover his or make my own?”
She giggled. “Jealous much?”
“Yes,” he said, brow tugging into a frown. “I have to stare at his stupid handiwork every time I look at you.”
“Oh, that’s no fun,” Y/n teased, pinching at his cheek.
“He’s lucky your scent is stronger than his,” Mark muttered, leaning into her neck and tugging her collar down to get a better look. “He’d be dead if I had to smell him on you for the rest of my life.”
She smiled, fiddling with his hair. “You’re kind of hot when you’re possessive.”
Mark smirked as he pulled his head back. “Am I?”
She hummed, dragging her thumb down the center of his forehead and pressing it against the crease between his brows. “Don’t get so bent up over it,” she said with a gentle smile as she massaged the crease out. “If this thing on my neck meant anything, I wouldn’t be here right now. But I’m with you, right? That’s all that matters.”
Mark relaxed, letting his head tip back toward the ceiling as she fanned her palm over his cheek again. “You’re right,” he whispered, tugging his gaze back to her and letting his hands wander until they’d settled at the sides of her chest, clutching gently at her ribs. “This okay?” he asked, eyes flickering between her face and his hands.
She smiled. “Mhm.”
“And…” Mark found his thumbs drawing little patterns beneath the crease of her chest, sweeping them upwards as softly as he could manage until he heard her exhale shakily as the pads of his fingers ghosted across her clothed nipples. “And this?”
She giggled, rubbing at his forearms as they shook beneath her touch. “Mark, you’re fine,” she assured him. “I want this. I want you to touch me.”
“Okay,” he murmured, shaking his head in disapproval at himself. “Yeah, I’m dumb. You did say anywhere, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she chuckled, squeezing his arm to soothe it. “No more fear tonight. No more apologies. I promised I would stop you if I ever needed you to, right?” He nodded. “Right. So until that happens… I’m yours. And I want you to touch me like I am.”
“Shit,” he breathed, heart pounding at the sudden control she was giving him. And then he moved his hands, brushing by her nipples once more as he trailed down the front of her body.
His thumbs slipped slowly under the hem of her sweater, lifting it just high enough that he could stare at the supple skin that peeked out from beneath it. He wanted to pull it higher, to pull it off, but he was hesitating. “Hey,” Y/n said softly, getting his attention. “You know… you’re not signing your life away for taking my shirt off.”
Mark sighed. “I just want to make sure I’m, like, ready to take mine off… before…”
“That’s what I mean, though,” she said reassuringly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, whether I’m fully clothed or completely nude, okay? If you’re still too nervous—”
“No,” Mark interjected quickly, shaking his head. “No, I’m gonna do it. I have to do it.”
“Mark—”
“For myself,” he finished, sensing the way she was going to tell him not to strip for her sake. “I have to prove to myself that I can.” And his hands traveled further into her shirt, sliding up her bare stomach until they were prodding at the base of her bra. “Please,” he murmured, fingers hot on her skin, “let me prove it.”
She nodded, smiling warmly at him. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
His voice dropped to a whisper as he lifted his elbows, tugging the hem of her sweater with them. “Arms up.” And she obeyed, unable to conceal the smile on her face as he tugged her sweater off of her and tossed it off the foot of his bed.
Mark’s eyes twinkled when they started to flit over her newly-exposed body. She was… something else, really. Otherworldly. Mark couldn’t describe it. He mumbled out something incoherent as his hands found her again, dragging over her sides and squeezing at her waist so he could watch the skin move under his touch. And then his fingers slid upwards, slipping just underneath the band of her bra and curling around her body until he was perfectly in position to slip it off. He was losing himself, slowly but surely, and he knew he’d be gone the moment it was.
She leaned in to kiss him, sealing his fate as his nails curled ever so slightly into the skin at her ribs. Y/n sighed at the feeling, sucking Mark’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugging on it. “Off,” she breathed with a smile when she let it go, and Mark found himself swimming in the depths of her gaze as he obeyed as if in some sort of trance. She only leaned away from him for a split second as her bra slipped over her head, but she went right back to kissing him as the chilly air pricked at her newly-exposed sensitive skin.
Mark couldn’t even look at her. He was too entranced by her lips, his eyes shut in bliss as his arms looped around her sides, caging her arms to her body. With little mobility, Y/n’s hands perched at Mark’s hips to try to keep herself upright as shivers tingled down her spine from the thrill of the kiss and the wind from Kai’s shitty, too-cold air conditioner.
But Mark was warm. He always was, even when it was just his hand she was holding, or when it was late at night and she could feel his heat through his clothes as she drifted off to sleep. So she stuck close to him, perfectly content to be squeezed against his chest as he kissed her senseless.
“Touch me,” she muttered against his lips as soon as the cold air had taken its toll once more. And Mark was all too quick to oblige, his right hand slinging back around to the front of her body and sliding between their chests to carefully palm at her breast.
He was groaning in satisfaction before she was. “So fucking soft,” he thought out loud, finding himself squeezing just a little harder. “How are they so…”
She pulled back to watch his face when his eyes finally dipped down to look at her, and something about the sight of his jaw clenching and going slack in quick succession had her breathing going haywire. She watched him gulp, felt the hand on the small of her back press her just a little closer to him, heard the way he was quietly stuttering expletives as a furious blush crept up on his cheeks.
And apparently Mark felt it, too, because he was laughing awkwardly as soon as he noticed her sly little grin. “I know my face is red,” he told her. “Don’t call me cute.”
Admittedly, she had wanted to. Because he was cute—outrageously so. But she wouldn’t, for his sake, not when he had explicitly asked her not to. “I wasn’t going to,” she lied, taking her free left hand and sliding it through his hair. If Mark could tell she was lying, he didn’t mention it, his focus instead honed in on what was resting in his palm. He toyed with it slowly, carefully, watching intently the way her skin molded to his every touch like it was made of clay.
Something instinctual overcame him in that moment, some primal urge to just… be closer. So when his head dipped down to pepper kisses up the swell of her other breast, he was surprised when the hand that had smoothed his hair down threaded its fingers into his locks, squeezing the roots ever so gently as if silently asking him not to pull away.
And the fucking smell of it all… Mark was lost in some hazy cacophony made up entirely of her scent, tingles fluttering through every nerve in his body as he inhaled deeply. Her breasts caved in under the pressure of his lips, and Mark shoved down the urge to nip at them. She’d told him last week to go easy on her.
He kissed up her collarbone, up her neck, back to her face, his hands finally taking her by the jaw and holding her in place as his lips moved against hers. “Wow,” he murmured, all too aware of the feeling of her chest prodding against his as she tried desperately to hold herself closer to him. “I think I’m going crazy.” And he felt his stomach churn in delight when she smiled brightly at him, her eyes squinting in a breathy little laugh. “You okay?”
She nodded, her smile not faltering for a second. “Yeah. It’s just cold in here.”
Mark sighed, running his hands up and down her arms in an attempt to warm them up. “Sorry,” he replied. “I don’t control the temperature.”
“It’s fine,” she told him, shaking her head. “Just get me under the covers before I turn to ice.”
Just as she was about to pick herself up off of him, Mark stopped her, tugging her by the thigh to keep sitting as she sent him a confused look. “Wait, I… before you do that, let me… I…”
Y/n could sense it in him, could see the way his hands closed into fists and opened again in a slow, nervous cycle. “Hey,” she said, getting his attention. “You sure?”
He nodded. “I-I’m ready.” He went to grab the back of his neckline, just about to pull his shirt off, but he stopped himself. “Can you… actually, I, uh… I-I want you to do it,” he stuttered, slowly reaching forward to grab her hands.
“Me?” she asked him hesitantly, nearly shaking as he looped her fingers around the hem of his shirt.
He nodded. “I’m ready… but I think I might chicken out if I do it. So… please, Y/n.”
“Okay,” she whispered, watching him carefully as his eyes shut, arms moving upwards just high enough to prepare for when she started to take it off. “I’m… gonna do it now, alright?”
“Mhm.”
She found herself closing her eyes, too, when she began to lift his shirt. It was terrifying, being given this much control over something Mark was so afraid to show her. But it meant that he trusted her, and that was something that calmed her just enough to follow through with it.
Her eyes peeked open when she had Mark’s shirt bundled in her hands, but as she was about to toss it on the ground, her eyes landed on the scar on his ribcage, and she froze.
It would’ve been modest to call the thing a scar, really. It looked like an open wound, black and purple and red, cutting deep into his skin in places, tugging at his untainted skin almost to the point of giving him stretch marks. This was what he considered healed? It looked like the attack had just happened yesterday.
Mark felt her silence. It weighed heavy on him, filled the room with a tension he had tried desperately to prepare himself for but knew he’d never be ready to face. “Say something,” he mumbled, his heart pounding just a bit harder as the air grew thicker.
But she didn’t. Her voice was gone, all the air in her lungs wiped from her body at the sight of the remains of whatever horrible accident had befallen him. And she had a strong stomach—it wasn’t the gore of it that had her at a loss for words—but the sudden reality of it all had hit her like a truck.
Mark finally cracked his eyes open to gauge her reaction, and some strange mixture of horror, relief, and fear began to swirl within him when his gaze landed on her. He breathed her name, barely getting her attention. “Are you… are you crying?” he asked her softly.
She sniffed hard, averting her eyes from the scar. “Am I?” She dabbed at her cheeks to make sure.
“Don’t cry, Y/n, please don’t,” he begged, clutching at her face with his palms and smudging her tears away as she began to crumble in his arms. “Hey…”
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered pathetically, lunging forward until she was hiding in his shoulder. “I don’t… I-I don’t know what I was expecting, b-but…”
He shushed her quietly, lifting her head back up to meet her puffy eyes. “Is it that bad?”
She shook her head, hiccuping again as Mark tried to calm her down. “No, no, it’s just… I don’t think I ever realized j-just how much you went through.”
And Mark felt his heart skip a beat at her words. “Wh… What?”
Y/n inhaled sharply, crossing her arms over her bare chest to keep out the cold as she tried to explain. “I mean, I… I knew you’d been attacked, I guess? But the… the trauma you must’ve gone through, just the healing process alone, it… I never really thought about why you… why you were always so scared.”
Mark breathed out an “oh,” surprised at the outburst and still very cautious of where it would lead. “You don’t… have to cry,” he told her gently, reaching up to her face and scooping her tears with a feather-light touch of his knuckle. “I’m okay now.”
She shook her head slowly, tossing her head back to the ceiling to try to blink back her tears. “I’m sorry,” she said again, “for being so dismissive about it.”
“What?” Mark asked, confused. “You weren’t dismissive. The fact that you never treated it like something to be scared of is the only reason I had the courage to do this in the first place.”
“But…” She sniffled again, looking back down at him as he took her face in his hands, bringing her a soothing warmth. “Doesn’t it hurt you?”
Mark smiled softly at her, thumbs grazing over her cheeks rhythmically. “Not anymore,” he answered. “It did for a while, since I couldn’t really go to the hospital for it—”
“What?” she exclaimed, eyes wide. “You… you never got this looked at by a doctor?”
He shrugged. “Jess is pre-med,” he said casually. “The stuff they make for wolves is… pretty powerful. Morphine on steroids, basically. And she patched me up as best she could. But no, I couldn’t have really… explained any of this to a doctor.”
“Mark, it could get infected—”
“Look,” he said, leaning forward and silencing her with a single, gentle kiss that left her breathless. “I really appreciate how concerned you are. I’d take concern over fear or resentment or disgust any fucking day of the week, Y/n, but I’m okay. I know how it looks, but it’s healed. It’s just a scar. You don’t have to worry yourself sick over me. I mean that.”
She nodded, feeling her chest flutter when Mark kissed her one more time for good measure. “You have no idea how much it means to me… that you did this.”
He smiled, fingers gliding down her arms until he took her hands in his. “You deserved to know. And I’m… relieved that you’re not, like, running away.”
She squeezed his hands, lifting them until they were resting by his shoulders. “I promised you that nothing would change, didn’t I? I swore to you that I’d stay. I’m not taking that back. Why would I?”
“Because it’s fucking horrifying to look at?”
“Don’t say things like that, Mark,” she scolded, leaning back just a little to rake her eyes down his body again. “You’re… actually so gorgeous, it’s kind of intimidating.”
Mark made a strangled noise of confusion, his face flushing hard at her comment. “I’m not…”
“You are,” she nodded, taking her hands out of his and running them down the front of his chest, swirling to the sides and brushing over his scar as he trembled under her touch. “Every fucking inch of you.”
His voice was frail, unsure. “You… mean that?”
And she smiled. “Every word.”
And it was like weights had been thrown off of Mark’s shoulders, his heart drumming in his chest at the genuine smile on her face, that crinkle by her eyes when he smiled back at her. And then he was kissing her like his life depended on it, shivering beneath her timid fingers as they drew little patterns into his scar. “You can get under the covers now,” he told her with a heavy breath, and she laughed, like a little bell, crawling off of his lap and dropping onto her back, her head hitting his pillow with a quiet thud. “Fuck,” Mark sighed when he looked at her, at the way her hair fanned around her face, at the way her breasts sank to the sides from their weight. “You’re incredible.”
She welcomed him into her arms, unable to hide the flush on her cheeks as he slotted himself between her legs and draped himself over her, supporting himself by his elbows as he continued to kiss her senseless. The inhibitions were gone now, the fear melted away and replaced only with comfort and trust. Mark shifted his body onto one arm and used the other to trail down her body, kneading her breast and drawing soft exhales from her between kisses as her own hands squeezed at his sides.
“What do I do now?” he asked quietly, moving his hand down to her waist almost as if to test the waters, to see if she’d be okay with him traveling lower. But her response knocked the air from his lungs, his spine tingling as her hips jutted up against his in an almost involuntary show of need.
“Just touch me, Mark,” she breathed, clutching onto his left arm as it rested beside her head. “Please.”
His body was moving with a mind of its own now, his hand falling to the bottom of her thigh and starting to work its way back up. He really didn’t mean to tease, but it seemed, at least judging by the desperate face she pulled as his fingers dragged up the inside of her leg, that it was all she felt he was doing. He dipped his head down to her neck, kissing over the bruise that painted her skin; he’d be damned if he let the scent of that thing stay on her forever. And, just like it’d done the first time he’d touched her there, her whole body seemed to seize at the feeling, a broken moan tumbling from her lips. Mark hummed at the sound, his hand gripping just a little tighter at her thigh as it trailed even higher.
His fingers were edging the crux of her hip, and it was all too noticeable for Y/n, who was dragging her body in any direction she could manage to try to get his hands where she wanted them. But Mark was patient, his palm still on her inner thigh as he mindlessly suckled on her neck.
And then his fingers moved, daring to brush over the warm spot between her legs, and Mark wished he could’ve saved the sound she made. It was high-pitched and helpless, a far cry from the teasing tone she’d been giving him day in and day out for the past week. And it tossed him onto cloud nine when her hand shot to the back of his head, twisting his hair between her fingers and squeezing at the roots. “More,” she whispered, hips chasing his hand as he moved it slowly.
Mark could only nod against her, desperate to give her exactly what she wanted. So he pressed a little harder and started to rub, trying to draw from whatever shitty porn he’d watched at some point in the past. “I have a stupid question,” he murmured.
“You’re a virgin,” she told him. “There are no stupid questions when you’re a virgin.”
He chuckled softly, picking his head up to meet her glazed-over eyes. “Where… Where’s your clit?”
She smiled, nudging his shoulder a little until he was sitting back on his heels. “Help me take these off,” she said, tugging at the waistband of her sweats, and Mark was quick to grab them and slide them down her legs, feeling his mouth water at the sight of her in nothing but her little blue underwear. “So… get back where you were.” He did, his hand finding its spot on her again through the thin fabric as his eyes screwed shut from the heightened intensity of the warmth and dampness. “Okay, so… so what you’re gonna do is stay right in the middle… and just move your fingers up towards my belly button.”
“It’s that high up?”
“No,” she answered with a laugh. “I’ll tell you when to stop. You’ll know when to stop.” Mark nodded cautiously, leaning back over her body and intently watching her reaction as he dragged his fingers up.
And she was right when she said he’d know. There was a moment—brief, but one that he caught—where her entire body stiffened, thighs tightening around his hips and back arching just the slightest bit off the bed. She gnawed on her bottom lip, reaching her hands up to take Mark’s face in her palms. “Right there,” she whispered.
Mark pushed a little harder. “Here?”
And Y/n nodded. “Yeah, just… fuck, just little circles, nice and easy… just like that, fuck.”
“Okay,” he breathed, rolling his fingers over the new little spot he’d found. It was laughable how hard he was now, straining even through the comfortable stretch of his sweats. And the way she was moaning, softly and lightly, hands smoothly traveling over his body as he timidly worked hers to its limit… Mark could only have dreamt of what she’d sound like under him. But here she was, slowly crumbling to pieces… and it had him desperate for more. He groaned a little, trying to shift his weight to take some of the pressure off. “It hurts.”
“It hurts?” she repeated, snapping out of her little trance with immediate concern. “What hurts?”
Mark almost laughed at the sudden distress. “My, uh, my dick.” She glanced down, catching sight of the almost offensive tent in his pants, and her gaze softened.
“Oh,” she said, her tone mellow and soothing as her hand left his face to trickle down the side of his body. “Poor baby.” And Mark barely had another second to breathe before the air was knocked out of him as her knuckle delicately slid over the underside of his clothed cock, making him clench his jaw to muffle what would have otherwise been an embarrassing moan. “So busy making me feel good that you forgot you need to be taken care of, too?”
He could only strain out a “please,” hips trembling under her touch. She cooed at him, tugging him closer and starting to massage him through the fabric as he tried to keep his movements on her clit going. But it was hard, and things were becoming overwhelmingly hazy for Mark, who couldn’t even tell anymore what he was moaning for. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he panted, eyes clenched tight. “Please, I don’t wanna…”
She listened to him, drawing her hand back and kissing him softly. “We can take a break if it’s too much.” But he shook his head in response. “No?” she asked. “You wanna keep going?”
He inhaled deeply, nodding. “Can I taste you?” he asked in a single breath, cupping her and almost passing out at how warm she felt.
She giggled, kissing him once more. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He smiled, shimmying his body out of her arms and making his way down to the foot of the bed. “You’re not gonna stop me this time, right?” he asked, palms slowly trailing up her bare, sensitive thighs. Y/n shook her head, exhaling shakily from anticipation. “On or off?” he asked once his fingers reached her underwear, and he played with the hem while he waited for her answer.
“You can take them off if you want,” she told him quietly. “Gets kind of a pain having to keep them tugged to the side.” And he nodded, hooking his fingers under the waistband and waiting for her to lift her hips.
Mark’s ears went red when he finished taking them off of her. Her, all of her… laid bare in front of him, dripping with need, ready and waiting… it had his cock twitching in its confines and his heart drumming in his chest. He crawled back up to her face, dropping to his elbow on top of her and kissing her deeply as his free hand splayed over her body. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her, squeezing at her hip. “I can’t… I can’t believe you look like this.”
She was stunned into silence at the heartfelt compliment, eyes widening at him as her cheeks burned beneath his. “Mark…”
“I mean it. I’m really fucking lucky.”
She wanted to scold him for being so sweet. Who was he to make her feel the way she did? But she couldn’t get any words out, her throat tight and dry as she watched Mark’s eyes twinkle while they raked over her body. This… this, finally, was what it meant to feel wanted. So she dragged him into another kiss, showing her appreciation that way until she found her voice. “Thank you,” she whispered when she pulled away. “Really.”
And Mark smiled softly, pressing his lips to hers in a silent response before working his way back down to her core. And he stared at her for a moment, hands grazing over her inner thighs as he all too gently held them apart, until he cracked. “Help,” he said with a chuckle, looking up at her face. “I have no clue how to do this.”
“But you seemed so confident last week!”
He laughed when she did, throwing his head back at the ceiling. “I was running on instincts then, I don’t know! I’m… I’m nervous now!”
She smiled, reaching down to grab one of his hands. “Just take it easy, okay? Get comfortable, get in close, and just… do what feels right. I can guide you if you need me, but there’s really no, like… textbook way to do this.”
“Okay,” he agreed, shifting down to his stomach and scooting closer to her body so that his head was between her legs. The smell was too much to bear now, clogging his sinuses, so strong it felt like it was wrapping around his brain. He glanced up at her, and she nodded as if to give him the green light. And then, with all the courage he could muster, he stuck his tongue out.
It was a timid lick at first, barely enough for Y/n to even feel it, but it brought back the familiar feeling that Mark had felt last week when he had first tasted her. So he tried again, probing her hole with his tongue until she sighed. He watched her carefully, desperate for the validation. And he smiled to himself when he saw her eyes shut gently, a content little smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
He licked harder this time, and his heart throbbed in his chest at the sudden feeling of her hand clasping at the back of his head. “More,” she pleaded softly, glancing down at him and almost melting at the sight of his pupils blown wide from the taste of her. Mark wasted no time in giving it to her, his tongue starting to lap between her labia.
He could’ve died on the spot when he heard her moaning, sighing in an almost otherworldly state of bliss as her thighs clamped around the sides of his head. But he didn’t like how they were covering his ears, blocking the sound of her sweet, sweet noises from him, so he took his hands and splayed his palms over her inner thighs, nudging them further apart so he could hear her better.
“Mark,” she breathed, barely able to look down at him without her eyes rolling back in their sockets from the dedication he was putting into it. But he stopped at the sound of his name, hands massaging her thighs until she placed hers on top of his. “You can get closer. Go faster. I don’t bite, you can… you can pull me closer.”
He nodded, sort of sensing what she meant by the way her hands tugged at his fingers, and he finally wrapped his arms under her thighs, tugging her so close that his nose was tapping her skin with every breath. “Am I doing okay?” he asked her.
“Mhm,” she hummed, combing through his hair, her voice breaking out into a soft little whine when his nose nuzzled right up against her clit. She didn’t know if it was even intentional, but she loved it. “Please, Mark,” she whispered, bucking her hips against his face.
Mark moaned embarrassingly when her cunt shoved itself against his lips, his cock throbbing in its confines as he opened his mouth and went back in for more. Her hands were threaded through his hair now, grasping onto the roots for dear life as quiet little whines sputtered from the back of her throat whenever his lips, chapped from the late November air, would slide across her skin.
He pulled back to take a single breath, eyes locking on his next target. And then he dove back in, lips closing around her clit as his tongue played with the nub. And Y/n whined a little louder, trying to push his face harder against her until his entire sense of being was clouded by her scent. He was smelling her and tasting her and hearing her sweet little moans and feeling her thighs tremble under his fingers, and it was growing too much for him.
“I… I’m gonna cum,” she panted, toes curling as his tongue slathered over her messily. He didn’t have the best form, but there was something about how unexpected and erratic his movements were that had her stomach twisting, the cord inside of her spiraling tighter until it was about to burst. “Mark, I…”
He hummed against her clit, gripping her tighter before opening his mouth to run the flat of his tongue straight up her slit, collecting every last drop of what she had to offer him as her back curled backwards. “You taste so good,” he breathed, eyes flickering between her dripping cunt and her tightly-screwed face. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of it.”
“Mark,” she huffed, trying to get him back on her before the feeling dissipated. “Make me cum. Please.” And her voice was no louder than a whisper, her forehead glistening with a little line of sweat. “Please, I’m so close.”
And it threw him into overdrive, the way she was begging for him. “What can I do?” he asked quickly, sliding his tongue through her folds as he waited for an answer.
“My… my clit,” she breathed. “I don’t care what, just—” He was two steps ahead of her, his mouth already back on the little nub before she could finish her sentence. “Yes, there,” she moaned, her back arching even harder as she held his head down against her. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming…” Her voice trailed off into a quiet, high pitched whine, legs trembling around his head and knuckles going white in his hair. Mark sank back down, licking long stripes up her slit and savoring the sudden increase in sweetness that thinly seeped out of her. “Mark…”
“Holy shit,” he murmured against her.
“Mark—”
And then he was whining back when her hands tugged on his hair, pulling him off of her. “I didn’t want to stop,” he pouted.
“And I didn’t want you to,” she replied back breathlessly, words falling out quickly so she could say them before she had to breathe again. “I just get… really sensitive when I cum, and sometimes it can be a bit too much.”
Mark smiled wildly as he crawled back up her body, his hair tousled and lips shiny from the aftermath of what he’d just done. “Too much?” he repeated softly, cradling her face with one hand and watching intently the way she sucked in a hiss as the outline of his cock skimmed her clit. He felt himself shiver at her reaction, all too desperate to do more, do everything with her. “Did I tell you how fucking incredible you taste?”
Y/n burst into a fit of giggles, hands settling on Mark’s cheeks as her legs instinctively curled around his waist. “Probably more than once, but my brain is a little fuzzy,” she slurred, thumbs rolling across his cheekbones as she lazily admired his features. “God, you’re pretty.”
Mark hummed in amusement. “Your eyesight is as fuzzy as your brain, apparently.”
“Stop, I’m trying to compliment you!”
“Says the girl who can’t take a compliment to save her life,” he quipped back, and she playfully rolled her eyes, falling back on the bed defeated but smiling instantly when he swept back down to kiss her swiftly. “Holy shit,” he murmured against her as he pulled back.
“What?”
“We’re… actually gonna do this, aren’t we?”
She let out a quiet chortle at his sudden change in demeanor. “If you still want to.”
“Fuck, of course I still want to.”
“Then… let’s do it.”
“Great,” Mark said, exhaling heavily. “Awesome.” And then he looked around, his face contorting into something akin to distress before he glanced down at his pants. “I should, uh…”
“Probably.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, rolling off of Y/n for a moment to shimmy his sweats down his legs and dragging his boxers with them. He caught the air in the room shift, and he looked down at Y/n to see her jaw slacked, lips parted subtly, eyes wide. “You okay?” he asked her as he climbed back onto the bed, brushing her hair to the side and waiting for her to snap out of her trance.
She blinked a few times as she came to. “Yeah, just… I forgot how big you were,” she replied sheepishly, trying to force herself to look at his face without her gaze falling downwards. “I’m having a bit of a crisis.”
Mark’s face fell. “Is it not gonna fit?”
“No, no!” she exclaimed, chuckling. “It’ll fit fine. But… it’ll be… really tight.” Mark nodded in understanding. “Just go slow, yeah?”
“I, uh… yeah, yeah, of course,” he stammered in response, a bit embarrassed from the conversation. But his thoughts were elsewhere, eyes flitting anywhere but at Y/n’s face until she couldn’t help but notice.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked him gently, resting a hand on his shoulder and massaging the skin softly. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
He shook his head. “No, I want to,” he replied. “Just… what if I screw it up? What if I’m really bad or I cum in five seconds or if I can’t make you—”
“Hey, hey,” she soothed, running her hand up to his face and caressing his jaw. “You’ll be fine. I know this, the whole virginity thing, it means a lot to you, but…”
“It’s not… just my virginity,” he muttered, unable to meet her eyes. “It’s like… for months now my entire world has revolved around you whether I wanted it to or not, and if you hate this, if you never want to do it again… I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. Like, I have to have you, and that’s… that’s not a choice for me like it is for you, and I probably sound like I’m guilt-tripping you by saying all of this but—”
“Mark,” she said, catching his attention just as he was about to clench his eyes shut. “It’s your first time. I know that. No expectations, remember? This is about you, and it’s about getting you comfortable with this so that what’s happening right now doesn’t happen next week. You don’t have to blow my back out. You don’t have to fuck me stupid, okay? Just calm down… deep breath…” He reluctantly did as she said, feeling himself inhale more shakily than he wanted. “You can do this. I’m not going to hate it. How in the world could I hate it when it’s you?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“Would it help if we flipped over?” she asked. “You want me to ride you for a bit? Just so you can get used to the feeling without any pressure to, like… actually move.”
Mark paused for a moment before meeting her eyes timidly. “Actually, yeah, that might, uh… yeah, can we try that?”
“Mhm, of course,” she said, leaning up to kiss him once before gently nudging his body until he was flipping onto his back, sinking as comfortably as he could into the pillows, his cock standing free against his stomach. And Y/n crawled over him, slick cunt sliding over his cock as she took a seat on his torso and leaned over him. He hissed out a few expletives at the warmth of it, his hands almost instinctively reaching out for her hips.
“You’re so perfect,” he said absentmindedly, fingers ghosting down her thighs as she settled into position. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”
She smirked a little, lips dotting down the side of his neck while her hand busied itself nudging between their bodies. Mark’s pulse picked up when she took hold of his cock, stroking it softly just like she’d done a week before, spreading the little bead of precum that had leaked out of his tip down the rest of him to lube him up a bit. And when he shuddered out a broken moan, she shushed him gently, lifting her head to pepper kisses up to his lips. “Ready?” she asked him, grinning mischievously as her thumb swiped around his frenulum and tugged another breathless sigh from the back of his throat.
Mark nodded quickly, eyes clenched shut as he tried to focus on not cumming at the mere thought of being inside of her. But he was right there, her hips lifted, the tip of his cock prodding at her entrance… it was too much, so much that he could hardly breathe through the anticipation. “Please,” he choked out, and it was the only word he could manage before his mind went blank.
Y/n sank down on his cock slowly, almost torturously so, but she was worried if she went any faster that she’d tear something from the stretch. Mark was huge—felt even bigger than he looked, especially in this position, and she was trembling with every inch she put inside of her. Her breathing became labored, little huffs following every movement as she stabilized herself on his chest, her face twisting in discomfort.
After a long and surely much too loud moan, Mark finally opened his eyes, hands wandering up her sides to help her ease her way down. “Does it hurt too much?” he asked her quietly, not trusting his voice after whatever animalistic noise had just come out of his mouth.
But she shook her head. “No, no, I’m okay,” she assured him, finally reaching the base of his cock, relaxing in his lap and trying to regulate her breathing. “You’re… holy shit, you’re big.”
Mark chuckled, eyes roaming over her body. “I’ve never felt more guilty for having my ego stroked,” he said with a bit of a wince, tucking her hair behind her ear when it fell over her eyes.
“Feels okay?”
“Feels… fucking incredible,” he admitted, shutting his eyes again. “It’s warm. Tight.”
“You want me to move?”
He smiled. “Do I? This is nice.”
“Mark!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he exclaimed, taking her face in his hands for a moment before running them down her arms and locking his fingers with hers. “Yeah, I’m ready if you are.”
She smiled softly at the intimate gesture, squeezing his hands in a sort of confirmation before pulling hers away and setting them back on his chest. “Okay.” And then she was picking herself back up, rocking forward onto her hands to support her body as she slid his cock halfway out of her and shallowly sank back down. Mark bit his lip hard, trying to keep quiet at the slick, soft feeling that had coiled suffocatingly around his cock, at the way he could feel every little groove inside of her. Y/n grinned, leaning her body down over his and kissing gently at his temple as her words came out so close to his ear that it had Mark shivering. “You can let it out.”
He shook his head. “No, the other guys would never let me live it down,” he said shakily, his hands finding purchase on her thighs, feeling the way her quads contracted under his fingers with every movement of her hips. “Jesus, fuck,” he groaned under his breath, tossing his head back into the pillows and staring at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes. “Baby, I’m not gonna last very long.”
Y/n felt her heart go fuzzy at the little pet name, at how natural it sounded coming from him. “It’s okay,” she replied, grimacing at the burn in her thighs as she kept her slow rhythm going. “Just cum when you need to, alright?”
But Mark shook his head, humming out a little huff of disagreement. “No, I wanna make you cum, too, I… shit.” He sucked in a breath, hands wandering up her sides until his thumbs could swipe absentmindedly at her nipples. “You’re so… God, fuck, you’re so hot, I…”
“Hm?” She leaned down over him again, kissing him slowly and drawing a desperate groan from his lips as she pulled away. “What is it?”
“I want…”
Her hips slowed against his, and in an effort to ease the strain in her quads she started rolling her hips sideways, grinding down into him and letting a soft little moan tumble from her lips as they rested close enough to his for him to feel her breath. “What do you want, Mark?”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, fighting the need to buck his hips into hers as the words formed at the back of his throat. “Wanna fuck you. God, I… I need to fuck you,” he murmured, his voice slurred as his mind went hazy.
“On top?” she asked, only to be met with a slow but needy nod as his hands almost started tugging her to flip over. “Well, go ahead, then.” She giggled at the desperation, picking herself up off of him and rolling onto her back, sighing at the relief in her legs as Mark followed her blindly, one hand resting near her head for support and the other one beginning to lazily stroke his cock. He nearly whimpered at how warm and wet it was, at how good it felt as he tugged at it, his hips lowering to rest right against hers.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he said quietly, leaning into her and pressing his lips to hers, only just having enough energy to pucker them. And she nodded, her palms splaying out on his chest and roaming up to his neck where she held him close. They gave each other one last final look, and then Mark pushed himself inside.
She winced as he did, the stretch still burning almost more than she could bear. Mark watched her in concern, on high alert at the frail squeak of his name as her hands held him a little tighter. He shushed her gently, bending forward and kissing up her jawline to soothe her. She whined softly as he bottomed out, tugging his head up to hers so she could look at him, eyes glossy and lidded.
“You okay?” he asked her gently, cupping her jaw in his palm and angling her eyes to meet his. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head, letting out a shaky breath. “Just really tight,” she muttered in response. “You’re so deep.”
“Can I move?”
She winced again as he twitched inside her. “Give… give me a second,” she breathed, and he hummed in acknowledgement, brushing his fingers through her messy hair to occupy himself in an attempt to get his mind off of all the sensations around his cock. “It feels really good, Markie,” she said, her voice no louder than a whisper.
He felt himself shiver at the nickname, if only for the way she said it; he didn’t even think she realized she’d called him that, considering how glazed-over and hazy her eyes were. But he smiled nonetheless, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face as he looked down at her. To see her so vulnerable, to know that it was him causing it… it had his heart soaring. “Just tell me when.”
“Can you kiss me?” she asked quietly, eyes flickering up to his as her hands laid themselves on his cheeks. “Wanna kiss you a little.”
“Anything,” he replied, letting her hands drag him closer until their lips were moving rhythmically against each other, only the faintest bits of tongue peeking out. It was a decent distraction for a while, but his attention was honed back in on his cock when he felt her tighten around him for a moment. “Holy… fuck,” he hissed, forcing himself to stay still after a completely involuntary twitch of his hips that had Y/n’s eyes squeezing closed. “Sorry, sorry,” he grimaced.
“No, it’s… you’re fine,” she breathed, fingers delicately trailing down his body again. “Sorry I clenched without warning.”
“Don’t ever fucking apologize for that ever again,” he countered quickly, causing her to laugh, staring up at him with a bright smile.
“You can move now,” she said, slipping her hands under his arms and around the back of his shoulders. “I’m okay.” And he smiled at that, leaning down over her as he timidly pulled his hips back and pushed them forward again, careful not to go too rough with her. She let out a shaky moan in response, gripping onto him tighter and giving him a nod of encouragement. So he did it again… and again, and again, and by the time Mark had finally figured out exactly how to move his hips, her eyes were screwed shut in something between pain and bliss.
It was taking every ounce of self-control inside of him to keep Mark from cumming on the spot. The way she was clenching around him, so warm and so tight, almost as if her cunt was trying to suck him back inside every time he pulled out… it was like he was going insane. He was fucking delusional at this point, so far gone that he could barely focus on anything except his growing orgasm and the quiet, needy sounds he was drawing from her.
A loud whine, one way more animalistic than either of them were expecting, snapped him back to full attention, and his eyes opened wide with fear as his movements halted. “Did I hurt you? Everything okay?”
Y/n practically whimpered at the sudden loss of friction, moving one of her hands to his ass to get him going again. She didn’t trust her voice, not after what she’d just seen—it had her barreling closer and closer to her high every time her eyes glanced down at it.
And he reluctantly started thrusting again, watching her worriedly. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, leaning down to press little kisses along her jaw.
But she shook her head in his hold, fingers tightening on his shoulder for a moment before leaving him to stroke down the front of her body. And she moaned hard when she felt it, her back almost folding in half at the sensation. “I can see you,” she breathed, “inside me. Holy shit.”
“Hm?” Mark asked curiously. “What do you mean?” And then her hand was on his cheek, tugging him away from her jaw and tilting his head down until he was staring at her stomach. “O-Oh,” he stuttered lowly, hips slowing down at the realization. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
Every time he pushed inside of her, his eyes would land on a little protrusion on her abdomen, just above her pubic bone. And it would sink back down when he pulled out, only to bulge back out when he slid back in.
He held himself deep inside her, tracing his thumb around the faint outline. He was so focused on it, he probably could’ve been drooling and he wouldn’t have noticed. “I think I’m gonna cum,” he said lowly, blinking a few times to ground himself as he leaned back down over her. “Like, soon. I… Jesus Christ, Y/n.”
She nodded, latching back onto him as his chest nearly rested against hers. “Me, too,” she said faintly, legs curling around his waist.
Mark panted as he stared down at her. “What can I do to get you there faster?” he asked, his tone almost nervous. “I don’t wanna leave you hanging if I cum too soon.”
And she smiled at the question, at how he had repeated his exact words from earlier. “The answer is always the clit, baby.” He smiled back, thankful that she was doing her best to ease the tension, and brought his thumb to her swollen nub, rubbing smooth circles into it and feeling himself twitch when she clenched hard around him, her quiet little whimpers growing more desperate.
He groaned out her name, dropping his head into her neck and muffling his noises into her skin. “I’m gonna fucking explode.”
She nodded, shaky hands coming to rest at the sides of his ribs, her left palm ghosting over his scar as her thumb darted out to touch his nipple with just as much care and tenderness as he’d had when he touched hers. He doubled over at the feeling, moaning loudly, no longer caring about who was going to hear him. “Cum with me, Markie,” she whined, her back arching up into him at the sound of his helpless little moans right in her ear and the feeling of his cock spearing her open. She was dangerously close to the edge, practically teetering off of it, and then Mark pinched at her clit as his teeth sank gently against the cushion of her neck, and she fell.
Her left palm splayed itself over his chest as she came, the fingers on her other hand working their way down to his waist to pull his hips even tighter against hers. And he was right after her, her orgasm forcing her to practically suffocate his cock, sucking it in and milking it for all it was worth. He shoved himself inside of her as deep as he could, holding himself there and letting go with a tender, high-pitched moan. And he was babbling words he couldn’t even comprehend, only half-sure that he’d even said her name as he tucked himself further into her neck and savored the way her back craned, taking the opportunity to slip his arm under her body and hold her tightly against him.
She was whimpering afterward, cunt still reflexively squeezing him every few seconds. “Mark, baby,” she whispered, looking down at him as he still laid panting against her neck, little whines escaping his lips every once in a while.
“I don’t think I can move,” he muttered back, his arm tightening around her waist. “Fuck, I don’t want to move.”
“You wanna just lay here for a little?” she asked, smoothing down a few misplaced hairs on his head as he nodded, lips pressing gentle kisses into the hollow of her jaw. She shoved down the way it made her shiver. “Okay,” she agreed softly, fingers still combing through his hair. “Take a few minutes.”
And she did as well, relaxing into the sheets as Mark carefully set his body weight down on top of her, making sure to support his weight enough on one side so that he didn’t crush her. And Y/n sighed, smiling blissfully. She felt so full, so warm, far more so than usual now that she could feel Mark’s cum soaking up her insides as he stayed put, keeping it all plugged up.
She welcomed the rush of emotions that hit her like a truck as Mark clung to her, his breathing finally steadying over the course of a couple of minutes until it was so slow and gentle that she almost thought he was asleep. But he wasn’t; the ghostly sensation of his lips on her neck would still tickle her skin every once in a while, reminding her that he was only resting, relaxing much in the same way she was.
She twisted her head to the side and kissed his hair, finally letting her hand fall to the back of his neck and down his back. “I do need to pee at some point,” she said quietly, making him giggle. “You can’t fuck me if I have a UTI.”
He sighed, picking up his body and putting his attention on where his cock sat inside of her. “That’s a good enough reason for me,” he said, moving his hips and pulling his half-softened cock out of her, eyes gleaming at the way his cum followed, oozing out of her in weak little spurts as her cunt throbbed from the sudden emptiness.
“Close your mouth or you’ll start drooling,” Y/n joked, reaching two fingers down between her legs and scooping up his cum as she shifted her body out from under him. And as she stood from the bed, she glanced over her shoulder at him, sticking her fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean with a little wink. She laughed loudly at the sight of Mark’s eyes rolling backwards, grabbing her sweater from the floor and slipping it over her head, just for a bit of protection so she could sneak across the hall to the bathroom unnoticed.
And when she was gone, Mark flopped down onto his bed, turning onto his back and grabbing a few tissues from his nightstand so he could wipe himself dry. He bit his lip at the sensation, not expecting it to be so overstimulating. And he almost expected himself to go hard again just from the feeling, but he managed to keep it down, too exhausted to manage another erection.
Y/n pattered back in after a few minutes, smiling gently at Mark, who had slipped under his covers and was probably already dozing off. He was still naked, considering his sweats were still strewn across the floor, and he had his left arm extended, almost as if reaching out for her. The sight had her heart skipping beats, had her mind racing. “Hey,” she greeted softly as she approached the side of the bed.
Mark’s eyes barely opened, and he frowned. “Take this off,” he mumbled, grabbing and tugging at the hem of her sweater. She giggled, slipping it over her head again and almost instantly moving to hug her body to keep the heat in. “Quit shivering, c’mere.”
And she smiled wider, sliding in beside him and snuggling as close as she could, their legs stacked on top of each other in a tangled mess and her head slotted into the crook of his neck. His fingers ghosted along the outside of her thigh, soothing her into the same, almost hypnotic state of relaxation that he’d found himself in.
“Was I okay?” he asked.
She hummed in response. “Better than okay,” she said. “Really, really good.”
And he nodded. “That’s… a relief.”
Y/n angled her head up to face him, dancing her fingers across his chest. “How was it?”
“That’s a loaded question,” he replied, and she chuckled before he gave her a better answer. “I feel like I’m floating right now. Like I could die happy.”
“Good,” she said, grinning at his lidded eyes and lopsided smile. “I’m glad I could help.”
“I feel really lucky,” he continued, his hand trailing back up her thigh before holding onto her waist gently. “Of all people I could’ve imprinted on… I pick the actual best person in the whole world.”
She shushed him jokingly, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, I’m not the best.”
“You’re perfect,” he said sincerely, grip tightening on her waist as his eyes finally opened fully. “You’re actually perfect.”
“Stop!” Y/n cried, tucking her head back into Mark’s neck and trying to shove down the way her heart was pounding in her chest. She was so close to him that she was worried he could feel the effect he had on her. “You’re gonna make me go crazy.”
“Crazy for me?” he asked, a little lilt in his voice that had Y/n laughing harder. She tossed her arm around his torso, hugging herself tighter against him and shaking her head in his neck.
“When did you get so flirty?”
He shrugged. “I’m a new Mark. I’m Not-A-Virgin Mark.”
“Shut up, weirdo,” she scoffed, playfully hitting his chest and rolling onto her back away from him. He was testing her, edging her closer to a reality she was way too afraid to step into. She was scared, terrified, even, of making it real.
Mark smirked, taking the opportunity to flip himself on top of her, making her squeal in surprise. “Make me, sunshine.”
Her jaw went slack, ears ringing, any snarky comeback she’d had on her lips lost in the suddenness of his actions and words. “You… sunshine?”
And Mark flushed, his mouth opening and closing a few times. “H-Hey, you were supposed to kiss me, not question what I called you.”
So she rolled her eyes, lifting her head to briefly meet his lips. “Now I’m curious.”
“It’s nothing,” he murmured, averting his gaze and picking at his sheets. “It’s kind of… I don’t know, sappy and pathetic? Poetic but in a bad way?”
“You seem oddly nervous, Not-A-Virgin Mark.” And he collapsed into her, banging his head against her shoulder a few times as she laughed.
“Don’t use my words against me,” he whined, picking his head up and pouting at her. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say it.”
“No!”
She frowned. “Come on, for me?”
And he sighed, unable to resist her when she placed her hands on his face and gave him puppy eyes. “It’s like… you know how I’m a wolf?”
She snickered. “I had no idea.”
“Y/n—”
“Sorry,” she said with a little giggle, pecking his lips softly. “Go on.”
He rolled his eyes, exhaling shakily. “So… wolves, right?” She nodded. “Like, the whole thing with wolves is… the moon. Our world kind of revolves around the lunar cycle.”
“Mhm.”
“And you’re, like… the sun.”
Her body went rigid with chills, a little glow of warmth building in her chest. “The sun?” she repeated quietly.
Mark nodded, scoffing at how stupid he sounded. But he’d already gone way too far to turn back now. “Yeah, it’s… it’s weird. I always thought I was, like… cursed, or something, but you… sort of remind me that there’s more to life than just what the wolf in me demands. When my whole world is dark, you’re like… a little glimmer of sunlight.”
Her voice was frail, timid. “Mark, that’s… that’s so thoughtful, but… I’m literally the physical embodiment of everything that the wolf in you demands.”
But he smiled anyway despite her less than comforting response. “I guess so? But I don’t really see it that way. Not anymore, at least. You’re… a lot more than that now. Like… I still need you, but I… sometimes I feel like you’re the only thing keeping me sane.”
And just like that, the dam overflowed. She felt her eyes watering, felt her throat closing up, and she reached up to tug him into a hug, nudity be damned. “I like you, Mark,” Y/n finally admitted, holding him close as his arms wound around her. “I really, really like you. A lot.”
He chuckled. “I like you, too, if that wasn’t obvious.”
“I was just…” She pulled back from him and rested her palms on his jaw, watching the way his dark eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at her. “I was always scared it was only… like, surface-level for you. That you only cared about me because you had to. And I didn’t want to get invested when you couldn’t…”
She couldn’t even finish, too lost in her own thoughts to form words. But Mark smiled, cutting her off with a slow, meaningful kiss that had her gasping for air when he pulled away. “Look who’s rambling now.”
“Mark—”
“I mean it,” he said, taking one of her hands off of his face and holding it in his. “I’m a little surprised myself, if I’m honest, but… I don’t want you doubting for a second how I feel about you. You mean the world to me. Way more than any instinct could force me to.”
He thumbed at the one little tear that was threatening to slip down her cheek, and she smiled. “Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?” she asked quietly. “A real one, just the two of us. We can go after the hunt, take your mind off of it.”
He nodded, lips upturning in a soft but genuine smile. “Of course I do.”
And she hugged him again, pulling him down to the bed beside her and snuggling in close. “Wait, one condition.”
“Condition?” Mark repeated. “You have a condition?”
Y/n nodded into his chest, not daring to look up at him. “Can we drop the stupid imprint thing?”
“…What?”
“I just… want to be normal. I want to go on dates with you and hold you and kiss you and not have to think about why we’re even able to be like this. And I want to go out with you at night and meet your friends and I don’t want the introduction to be awkward because you can’t tell them what I am to you. I just want to be a normal couple.”
Mark breathed deeply, the implication of her request making his heart throb. “So… you wanna be my girlfriend?”
She finally craned her head up to look at him with a nervous expression. “Can I?”
“Fuck, of course you can,” he said too quickly, dragging her lips to his and kissing her hard. “I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend for months now.” And she giggled at his fast response, sniffling the last of her tears back and hugging him tight. “I seriously got so lucky finding you.”
“That makes two of us,” she agreed. “But don’t think you can start saying cheesy shit now just because you have a title.”
“Oh, you’re never gonna hear the end of it.”
“Mark!” she whined, laughing.
“Why would I not talk all the time about how pretty you are?” he asked, laughing when Y/n started kicking her legs around like a kid throwing a tantrum. “Or how you’re smart and funny and generous and forgiving and so accepting of all the really shitty parts of me, you’re just… I swear you’re perfect.”
She shook her head, groaning at his sincerity to try to calm the flutters in her stomach. “You’ve reached your compliment quota for the month.”
Mark chuckled, tugging her closer and dipping his head down to press his lips into her hair. “A quota is not a limit.”
“This one is!”
And he laughed harder, lifting her head to kiss her properly this time. “Perfect,” he said into her lips, grinning at how the word made her sigh against him. “You know you like it when I call you that.”
“I like it when you kiss me, idiot,” she said, chuckling. “Calling me perfect is just… the metaphorical cherry on top.” And a brief moment of silence passed before she backpedaled, lightly hitting his shoulder. “But quit doing it!”
“Okay, okay,” he conceded, taking her face in his palm, “you’re free of my harassment for the rest of the day.” And he kissed her again. “But you’ll never be free of those.”
“That, I’m okay with,” she told him, giving him a few more gentle kisses before snuggling back down into his side and mumbling into his chest. “You make me really happy, Mark.”
He scoffed. “That’s my line!”
And she hummed, giggling and holding him tighter. “Too bad.” He groaned, reaching down and patting her ass as punishment. Y/n yelped, laughing harder and grabbing his hand to keep it away from her.
But he only smiled at her, lacing their fingers together and gently nudging her to relax against his chest. “Let’s get a little nap in, yeah? Dinner should be ready in a couple of hours.” She nodded, exhaling slowly and shutting her eyes with a little hum of agreement. And he bent down and kissed her head before nuzzling back into the pillows, beginning to doze off himself, the glimmer of what he hoped would be forever finally within reach. “Sweet dreams, sunshine.”
The day everything changed, you were drinking a too bitter cappuccino. The taste was the first thing that made you decide you shouldn’t have gone somewhere other than your usual coffee shop, where cappuccinos were perfect and blueberry muffins had just the right amount of blue berries.
And baristas didn’t flirt with your best friend.
That was the second thing that made you swear eternal loyalty to “The Hot Cup”. The moment you saw the girl’s phone number scribbled right between Mark’s name and her own—Mina—you decided the universe was making you pay for your betrayal.
But it wasn’t supposed to matter. Of course drinking shitty coffee after having to pay for it justified around 25% of your foul mood. The other 75% had absolutely everything to do with Mark and Mina, but you didn’t want to admit to yourself you had pinpointed the exact reason why the moment your eyes had settled on the digits in black sharpie.
“Everything okay?” Mark questioned, making a circle with his index finger on the lid of his cup.
“This coffee sucks,” you murmured, pushing your cup towards him. “Is yours any better?”
“Mine is just fine,” he shrugged, “I’m sure we can ask for yours to be remade. The girl said–”
“I don’t want it.” You cut him off, “I don’t want it remade, though I’m sure if you asked she’d gladly remake it.”
Mark frowned, honestly unsure of what you meant. He’d noticed the phone number but he hadn’t said a thing, he was flattered sure, but he didn’t plan on doing anything about it.
“I can ask,” he offered then, making eye contact with the barista from across the room. It was true his coffee wasn’t exactly how he liked it but it wasn’t terrible. “Let me taste your coffee.”
He took a big gulp of your cappuccino, wincing slightly at the bitterness. You were right, it sucked.
“Come on, let’s get you another one. I won’t tell Kun we betrayed his shop if you won’t.” Mark grabbed both cups, both still half full, to toss them in the bin. “y/n?” He smiled.
“Are you sure you want to get rid of that?” You questioned, leaving your seat too, eyes fixated on Mark’s cup. “You might want to call her.”
“Huh?” Mark examined his cup with renewed interest. “Do you want me to?”
“Oh, I don’t care,” the words were out before you could bite your tongue. “I mean, if you want to–”
He didn’t say anything as he threw your wasted coffee away and kept his, giving one last glance in Mina’s direction before looking at you. “We’ll see, I guess.”
“I guess,” you muttered, wondering why you couldn’t keep your big mouth shut.
II. vodka cranberry
Mark wondered what had been the exact thing he’d done to have you figure him out. Not that it mattered at this point, anyway. He was your best friend, he should have figured out you weren’t interested in him in any other sense way before the cappuccino incident.
But now, it was late and he certainly was trying his best not to make it awkward. Which only meant he was doing the exact opposite.
“Hey, I thought you would get here with y/n,” Haechan greeted doing that bro half-hug men are used to doing around each other. “They got here a while ago oh– hi?”
Mark placed a hand on his new friend’s shoulder, pushing her a little further towards Haechan. “This is Mina,” he explained quickly, “Mina–Haechan, Haechan–Mina.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” the boy smiled gently, though he immediately gave Mark a suspicious side-eyed glare. “Drinks are all the way back and food is– everywhere, really.”
“Thanks.” Mina smiled back at him before looking at Mark, waiting for him to lead the way, which he gladly did, not ready to be interrogated by his other best friend on what the hell was going on between you two.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to cross paths, of course. And while he tried to play it cool, he was still aware enough that he was making a fool of himself.
“So, I guess you acted on that.” you said tipping your red solo cup in Mina’s direction, who was chatting happily with Jeno and Renjun.
“We’re just getting acquainted,” Mark took a sip of the drink you had fixed for him. Too much vodka, too little cranberry, per usual. “She’s nice, you should meet her.”
“Sure,” you chirped. Your own poorly mixed drink made you feel lighter, making you think for a moment that maybe, Mark getting ‘acquainted’ with a girl wasn’t so bad.
It was horrible.
“Jaemin and I are going out next week. You guys could come too.” You continued, gulping the remnants of your drink.
What an idiotic move. Jaemin and you were going to watch a stupid movie no one wanted to join him in, nothing out of this world really.
“I’ll let her know,” Mark answered, a forced smile making its way to his lips. “It’ll be fun.”
So much fun.
III. jaemin’s custom drink / ice americano.
Despite it being evident that Mina couldn’t make coffee to save her life, it wasn’t her fault that your drink was absolutely horrible this time.
Jaemin's personalized drink was by all means disgusting and Mark had warned you, yet in your poor attempt at impressing Jaemin and maybe–just maybe–pushing for a reaction from Mark,you had agreed to try it.
‘Here’ was all that Mark said before taking the cup on your hand and replacing it with his. A normal ice americano with light ice.
“Thanks,” you muttered, grateful that no one else saw you exchanging drinks. Jaemin and Mina were in their own little conversation about how she had loved every second of the movie.
“Ugh this is gross,” Mark murmured after one sip, giving you a side eye that made you regret once again even ordering the thing in the first place.
You drank from his ice americano, it was perfect.
“Do you want to go back and change it?”
“Let’s do that,” Mark nodded, waving at Jaemin and Mina to get their attention.
“We’ll be right back,” you announced, a nervous smile on your lips.
Both of your friends simply nodded, already back to their conversation.
Mark asked for the same americano you were holding after tossing Jaemin’s drink to the trash, and both of you waited in silence.
“She is nice,” you said, the straw between your teeth. “Mina, I mean.”
Mark shrugged, “She is.”
You hated being like this with him. It had been a while since you two had fought, and this wasn’t even a fight per se. A wall had come between you overnight and it seemed impossible to bring down.
⦿ ⦿ ⦿
“What are Mark and you fighting about?” Jaemin asked as you two made your way to his car so he could take you home.
“We’re not fighting,” you rolled your eyes.
Jaemin shrugged, giving you that ‘uh-huh’ look he’d mastered after knowing you for 8 months. “I appreciate you doing this, though.”
“It’s just a movie, Jaemin. Nothing to thank me for,”
Unlocking the car, Jaemin stared at you from the driver’s side. “I meant setting me up with Mina.”
Your hand dropped from the handle. “What?”
“We’re going on a date next week. We both figured you were trying to set us...” Jaemin frowned, “You weren’t?”
“Not that I was aware,”
Jaemin laughed then, and it made you clench your teeth. “Well since Mark and you are in love, there wasn’t really another possibility on our minds.”
“We’re not in love!” you hissed, finally letting yourself inside the car.
Jaemin smiled again, turning the car on. “So you say.”
IV. strawberry milkshake
Stawberry milkshakes always brought you and Mark together somehow. It was the way you made peace with each other whenever you had a petty fight and stopped talking for more than 48 hours. And although you didn’t consider this to be a ‘fight’ since you still talked to each other, things weren’t normal either.
“May I come in?” you smiled, lowering the white cups you carried with you as Mark opened the door to his aparment.
“Sure,” he moved out of the way, getting his cellphone out of the pocket of his sweats. It was 11 am. Quite early for you to pay him a visit.
“I brought you this. It’s starting to melt so uh, drink it fast.”
Mark smiled as he tasted the strawberry. He’d been ready to make peace with you since you’d left Mina’s café that day two weeks ago.
“Do you want to sit in the balcony?”
“Yeah, sure. Let’s get some air.”
You sipped your milkshakes silently at first, weirdly focused on the city’s noise as if honking cars and people talking were the most interesting thing you’d ever come across.
“Are we… back to normal?” You ventured, eyeing Mark sideways.
“Of course we are, you brought a peace offering.” Mark bumped your shoulder with his before pushing his cup against yours.
“Great because life without you is soooo boring,”
Mark chuckled, finishing his milkshake while you talked about what he’d missed the past few days, during which you hadn’t texted like you usually did.
“Like, I’m glad Jaemin and her are dating, or something like that, but I can’t believe he’d say we set them up because we’re in love with each other.” you laughed. After moving back inside, you’d agreed to watch a movie, Mark was browsing through the streaming catalogue absentmindedly. And you noticed how he remained silent as you chuckled.
“Would it be so bad, though?” he whispered, lowering the remote to the couch.
“What?”
“Would it be so bad, if I was in love with you?” Mark questioned, staring right into your eyes. “Would it?” he pressed, against your silence.
“But you’re not,” you cleared your throat, “So it doesn’t really matter.”
“You’re the person who knows me best in the world, and you can’t tell that I am?” Mark got up from the couch, regret hit him immediately after the let the words spill out. Your constant rejection and downplaying of the possibilty of you two being a couple should have been enough a signal that you were trying to let him down gently. “Forget about it, please.”
“You’re— you’re really not in love with me, are you?” you whispered, “Listen, Jaemin was just being silly...”
“I am in love with you, Jaemin is right,” he interrupted, “It—Look, I’m sorry for just telling you like this. Also it doesn’t have to change anything, I’ll buy you another milkshake and we’ll put this behind us. You’re my best friend.”
“Can you shut up for a second?”
Mark shut his mouth with enough force to hear his teeth clash against each other.
“I don’t want another milkshake, dumb ass. This isn’t a fight,” you took a deep breath, realizing your hands had started to present a slight shake. “I think I’m in love with you, too.”
“You think?”
“Look, I hated every second of thinking Mina and you together. Together and holding hands and kissing and— It’s not funny!” you gasped as Marked laughed.
“So you were jealous,”
“I’m really starting to regret telling you this,” you grumbled, crossing both arms on your chest.
Forgetting how nervous he was, Mark wrapped his arms around you in a playful tackle that led you back to the couch. “Oh no, please say it again,” he teased, holding your arms to your sides.
“That I’m in love with you, or that I was jealous?”
“Both,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss your cheek, way too close to your lips for it to be accidental.
“You’re going to have to force it out me.” you shrugged best as you could.
“Maybe later,” he leaned down again, and this time you led him straight to your lips.
V. ice lavender latte
"I’m not drinking that if you don’t like it,” Mark warned, eyeing your cup with disgust. The purplish look of it made his stomach turn.
“It’s not like you drink the stuff I don’t like anyway,” you accused, “But you’re going to have to give up yours.”
“Never in a million years,” he held the cappuccino against his chest.
You always agreed to try whatever new drinks Kun came up with for his café. And after he found out about your ‘betrayal’, you were the first one to offer trying the lavender drink he was planning to add to the menu.
You took the first sip, surprised at how much you actually liked the taste, and stuck your tongue out at Mark. “It’s delicious!”
Mark frowned, “I really do not believe you.”
“I really do not care,” you shrugged, linking your arm with his. “Do you want to try it?”
Mark seemed to consider it for a moment as you drank again. “Alright,”
You offered your cup to him, moving to the side of the street to let people pass you. “Come on, try it.”
Instead of taking the drink, Mark grabbed your chin, pulling you into a kiss. The fact that his tongue slid inside your mouth in a second seemed way indecent for a kiss in the middle of the street. But it was quick enough that it almost made you dizzy.
“Don’t do that!” you shrieked, hitting his arm with your free hand.
Mark boomed a laugh, attracting more attention with this than with the impromptu kiss he’d just given you. “It tasted sweet,”
“I hate you,” you grumbled, your face still warm from embarassment.
“I love you, too.”
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% synopsis: (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable: na jaemin was the one skin you couldn't touch, not anymore at least.
% themes: unrequited love!au, angst, one curse word.
% word count: 551
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na jaemin is holding her hand again.
he is smiling brightly at every single thing she is saying as if it is the most brilliant thing he has ever heard in his twenty-one years of life. she is dazzling, as precious as the world's largest sapphire and maybe even more, you suppose.
he is brushing away her hair to see her pretty lashes flutter better, hating the way his vision of her beautiful face obstructed by the strands of silky hair. he is so painfully enamoured, blind to everything else in this world other than her existence.
na jaemin is so, so fucking blind.
he is blind to the way your hands trembled whenever he kisses her lips, soft and affectionate. he is blind to your glassy eyes as he recounts everything he adores about her, the way he loves her perfections and flaws— he is so in love with everything she has to offer.
his eyes don't catch the way you— his best friend ever since the day he had caused you to tumble down the school garden's slide in third grade and led you to sport a crisp white cast around your arm the next day— seem to be drifting further away from him.
his eyes are glazed over, hypnotised by her gestures, drunk in her scent and flowery perfume. he can't pull away, not that he has ever tried to, from her gravity. he is hooked, so madly and eyes gazing so lovingly at her.
and it hurts.
it hurts to be the one to stand in front of the door, a ghost to them, walking away after seeing his hands cupping her cheek so tenderly while laying sideways on his bed.
it's the same bed you had shared with him for your entire lives, where you had told each other countless stories, given so many promises, shared so many secrets— it's the same bed he kisses her with everything he has.
it's the same bed he had said that he'd never ever hurt you in any way, a promise to drive your demons and wipe your tears away, a vow to be there any and every time you need him. it's the same he tells her he loves her now.
it's her.
na jaemin isn't yours to hold, isn't yours to watch, isn't yours anymore. he is everything you had ever imagined the perfect lover to be, just not yours. he is now hers, and he is no longer a part of your life.
na jaemin's skin isn't yours to touch, yours to kiss, yours to caress, yours to love anymore. it had never been and it will never be.
and even after all of that, you still can't ever hate her. she is beautiful inside and out, a girl to die for. she is so wonderfully perfect for him, with him, to him.
she is his, not you.
and somehow you still cannot hate her, nor can you despise any of the moment you had spent with him up until now. and somehow you still cannot blame her, nor can you blame him for falling in love with someone who isn't you.
it's okay, you tell yourself, he is happy. and that is all you ever want for the boy you could never call yours.
but in seriousness, i'm very thankful about you guys despite my lack of updates in like half a year and an unexpected hiatus all of a sudden. i rly apologize for that esp those who are reading my jeno series. no worries though, by the time i finished my finals ((which is like 6 pending, art school can be rly time demanding, and art school finals are wild af)) hopefully chapter 4 will be fleshed out as well. however, in the meantime, i've actually made drafts for one shots so i'll procide some sneakpeaks:
Most people wouldn't believe that resurrection is impossible, others believed it doesn't exist. To the most holy, it is sacrilege. For who would dare to disturb the peace that comes with death? Who would dare intervene with what comes naturally with life?
-jaehyun x reader, necromancy!au
Seasons remain unchanged. They remain constant. To Jaemin, that's how things should always be.
-jaemin x reader, lovers to exes!au
"You aren't wrong to feel that way, though. It's not like things would get any better when you go back to being friends anyway."
-renjun x reader, exes to lovers!au
Okay na sana, kung hindi ka lang kasi matakutin na tao. Pero dahil mahal mo si Jaemin, sino ka ba para tanggihin siya.
-jaemin x reader, filo!au
look i kno its says 12 drafts but like bear with me djhsbsb the other ones are like just concepts
but still, i still couldnt believe the 100 follower count, thank you so much!!!
you storm out of the school and yell into the night, “I HATE YOU, TYLER!!” after which you sit on the steps in front of the school and cry into your hands.
you were asked out to the prom by the school’s resident heartbreaker, tyler ellison. you were thrilled. so much so that you spent a month’s allowance on the most gorgeous dress around, just to wear to the dance.
but just twenty minutes into the dance, tyler was confronted by his ex-girlfriend. and just to prove that he was completely over her, he pulled you into the roughest, sloppiest drunk kiss known to man.
that was your first kiss. and tyler ruined it. he only asked you out as a rebound. the more you think about it, the angrier you get. you can still taste the alcohol on his lips, still feel the way he grasped the back of your neck and pulled it towards him, without a care for your consent.
you should have known better, but because of your foolishness, the night was ruined.
you cry harder.
“why are you crying?” a shadow looms over your crouching figure. you look up and see someone vaguely familiar - he is tall, devastatingly handsome, and holds a cigarette between his fingers. a loose black tank top hangs off his muscled body, exposing his tattoos and blending into his black jeans and shoes.
more under the cut!
“screw off. i’ve had enough of guys and their ugly asses today,” you spit bitterly, looking down at your hands. they glisten in the moonlight, wet with your tears.
“wow. that’s harsh.” the mystery man takes another drag from his cigarette and exhales, smoke swirling in the cold night air.
“not like you care. who even are you, anyway?” you are tired of being nice.
“you’re right, i don’t care. i’m johnny, by the way,” badboy!johnny smirks. “but obviously, something’s got your panties in a twist. what is it?”
“why should i tell you? i recognise you now. you’re the guy who always plays truant and hangs around the school shadily all the time, smoking a cigarette or a pipe or whatever.”
“pipe? who smokes pipes? not me, that’s for sure.”
“...again, screw off, please.”
he sits himself down beside you, throwing his hands out behind him to support his weight as he leans back, chin tilting upwards as cigarette smoke leaves his lips.
“are you gonna stay here just to annoy me?” you snap. he only smiles in response.
“fine. be that way. and for heaven’s sake, put that cigarette out.” he obeys. the both of you sit in silence for a while, and you watch the stars shimmer in the sky, knees tucked under your chin. it is scarily easy to forget that johnny is there and just disappear into the dark expanse of the galaxy. the only thing that reminds you he is there is the lingering smell of cigarette smoke.
“what are you doing here? you don’t seem like the type to come to these things, and i’m pretty sure you’re not dressed for it,” you asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace too much.
johnny chuckles. “i wanted to be here so i could hit on pretty girls who come crying out of the dance.”
you shoot him a look and shift away from him in a not-so-subtle way. “you cannot be serious.”
“i like hanging out here. nobody expects the ‘bad boy’ to be hanging around the school compound, so it’s quieter here. not as much noise, not as many people pointing at and whispering about me.”
“felt that.”
the more time goes by, the colder it gets. you move closer to johnny, and the heat radiating off his torso keeps you slightly warmer. the thumping music in the school hall can barely be heard out here, and the serenity of it all is therapeutic to you.
“tyler only asked me out to prove to everyone he’s over his ex, but i don’t think he is. i’m just a rebound, and he cared nothing for me,” you whisper, and you hate how fragile you sound. fragility doesn’t become you.
“oh. that guy. i never liked him. he always had this smug look on his face that i wanted to slap off. it’s the only reason i remember him at all.”
“yeah, he’s annoying. i hate him. i hate him so much. i’m gonna turn his life into living hell,” you grind your teeth, fists clenched and eyes hardened.
johnny looks at you and sees the vengeance in the lines of your face. he scoffs, “and how exactly are you, a tiny, petite little thing, going to beat that six foot sack of meat?”
you look him squarely in the eyes and lazily lift one corner of your lips.
“with brains, not brawn.”
at that moment, johnny is marginally taken aback by your steely determination and your capacity for retribution. how can such a small vessel be so spirited? he recovers quickly and nods once. “you certainly have a flair for the dramatics.”
“one of the few things i do have, among wit and a sense of justice. i am going to bring him down,” you furrow your brows, “and make him pay.” a pause. “care to join me?”
johnny wrinkles his nose. it isn’t really like him to participate in anything that has even the remotest of connections to school. he doesn’t like getting caught up in the drama that inevitably happens there. but you are staring at him so expectantly, and something about your charismatic gaze is making him want to find out more about you. so he accepts the invitation.
you grin and wipe away your tears with the heel of your palm, like you used to when you were a child. you stand, brush your dress off, and extend your hand to johnny.
“well, we better get started then. revenge waits for no one.”
