Bicker - markhyuk
↳ smut ༉‧₊
like a bickaaahh.. (I apologise.)
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(Sorry if there are any mistakes!!!)
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Mark was already exasperated. drenched in sweat, he wasn’t even at practice yet. Being an hour late wasn’t acceptable especially when new choreography was being learnt today, he already knew this was going to be hell.
The moment he met eyes with Haechan, that devil incarnate, hand covering his smile attempting to withhold his amusement. It took Mark a minute to put the pieces together as he struggled to catch his breath. Haechan’s reaction was odd, and Mark was confused.
Realisation struck him, it was him, all of this was because of him, it had to be.
This morning Mark thought something was off… none of his alarms had gone off, nor was any of his things in the right place, almost as if it was hidden all over their room.
Yes, their room.
Mark and Haechan were roommates now.
(The fact Haechan left Mark sleeping while he went to practice himself made Mark even more pissed off.)
Mark immediately apologised for his unprofessionalism and quickly got to work. Luckily he didn’t miss as much as he thought he did and caught up with the rest of the group at ease.
After their short water break, Taeyong announced that there will be duet choreography .
"Alright.. I’ve decided that two members will be performing this section of choreography as dance partners! Haechan and Mark this is for you two.
I’ve created this choreography matching your strengths so this should be executed well between the both of you.”
Haechan still glancing at him up and down seeing Mark such a mess was entertaining for him. The idea that he did this to Mark made him all too happy.
He needed all of Mark’s attention for himself.
Mark glared at him. Haechan winked back playfully.
Does he not have any shame? Mark thought.
He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when Taeyong grabbed their attention.
Taeyong snapped his fingers and stood in front of them.
“You two. Face eachother and put a hand on the back of eachother’s necks.”
Mark hesitated.
“What’s wrong Mark? Haechan doesn’t bite c’mon you’ve known eachother for ages.”
(That’s a lie he does bite.)
Taeyong questioned Marks behaviour but didn’t think much of it.
Haechan spoke up to agree with Taeyong, “Yeah Mark~ what’s the problem?”
Haechan steps closer and lowers his voice whispering in Mark’s ear, “Don’t be so grumpy, didn’t you have a nice lie in baby?”
Mark jolts back embarrassed, his ears were sensitive but Haechan’s audacity was much more pressing.
Baby? Seriously?? He’s insane.
Mark contained his anger and did as Taeyong asked whilst ignoring any shit Haechan tried to pull.
***
Haechan stared at Mark drinking his water peacefully before walking behind him.
Haechan slipped his hands around Mark’s waist, feeling Mark’s shock and small gasp against his body.
“What the-“ Mark was cut off.
“Shh,” Haechan soothes. “Don’t throw a tantrum, you’re starting unnecessary commotion. I’m just giving you affection.” Haechan smiled.
“Fuck you, get off.” Mark snapped, pushing Haechan off of him getting ready for their last rehearsal.
Mark performs well, channelling his frustration into his work, so much he earnt a compliment from their leader.
***
Mark got home later than usual, he went out for a drink with Johnny and was in desperate need of a shower. As expected haechan was using it so he collapsed on his bed, exhausted, and fell asleep cuddling his stuffed animal.
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“awwh poor baby,” Haechan’s voice sweet yet condescending. “you’ve been such a good boy.. let me help you.”
Mark whines softly in his sleep, his jeans becoming tight and uncomfy. Instinctively he rubbed his legs together in hopes of some friction.
Haechan came out of the shower and saw Mark sleeping. As he got closer to his bed Haechan noticed Mark breathing heavily, letting out small whines.
Maybe he’s having a nightmare? Haechan thought. Until he noticed Mark rutting shallowly against his plushy.
“mmh please.. hyuck,” Mark whined desperately.
Haechan became more and more aroused by Mark’s fantasies, biting on his lip, getting riled up himself. The adrenaline making his heart pound.
Mark looked so vulnerable his face flushed begging for Haechan’s touch. Haechan nudged Mark waking him up slowly.
Suddenly Mark lifts himself up, confused and flustered. He looks up at Haechan with dazed eyes.
Mark traces Hyuck’s eye-line and yelps, Haechan was staring directly at his hard on. Mark quickly covers himself with his hands and rushes to lock himself in the bathroom to calm down.
Mark quickly runs a shower and gets in, what the hell.. why was I having those dreams about HIM of all people. Mark blushes realising he’s still uncomfortably hard.
I hate him so much…
Mark refuses to help himself thinking about…that. It’ll just have to go away by itself. As soon as Mark steps out of the shower there’s a knock on the door.
Haechan speaks up, “Mark are you okay?” he asks sounding genuine. “Can you open the door for me?”
There was silence, before the door was unlocked. Haechan pushes it open carefully revealing Mark standing head down ashamed, stretching his t-shirt inbetween his legs with both hands to cover himself.
“awh.. Mark..” Haechan hugs him and rubs his back, “you’re okay, it’s just a reaction.”
Mark twitches in his arms,
“what’s wrong..?” Haechan asks.
Mark pants, subtly grinding himself against Haechan. Something switched in him. He couldn’t hold himself back, “Please..” Mark begged overcome by his lust, looking at Haechan with glassy eyes. Mark buries his face in Haechan’s neck inhaling his scent and grips Haechan’s back tighter.
“Fuck… who knew you were so dirty?”Haechan taunts. “So you’re finally giving in.”
All Mark could do was whimper.
“Awh baby can’t even speak.” He sympathised.
Haechan flipped Mark around so he was facing the mirror in the bathroom.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered. Haechan’s authority made Mark shiver in excitement.
Haechan lifted up Mark’s t shirt, making Mark watch himself.
“Open your mouth.”
Mark did as he was told opening his mouth slightly,
“Bite on it.”
Haechan pushed Mark’s shirt in his mouth so his body was fully exposed.
“Don’t let go.” Haechan said.
Mark nodded shyly.
“Good boy.”
Haechan felt up Mark’s body, watching him intently through the mirror.
Being watched by Haechan felt so wrong but only turned Mark on even more.
Haechan groped Mark’s chest, coaxing reactions out of him. Haechan teased and rubbed Mark’s nipples.
That was it, Mark completely broke letting out a high and needy moan.
“Hyuck stop..” Mark squirmed in Haechan’s grip. This only made Haechan restrain him even more.
“You’re just like a girl Mark you like having your tits played with..” Haechan mocked him.
“I’m not like a girl..” he protested.
“You know I’m right, say it.” Haechan fondles his chest and pinches Mark’s nipples again earning another shaky moan from Mark.
“You’re.. right…” he struggles to push out his words.
“Right about what Mark… come on tell me.”
“I like… having my tits played with.” Mark looks down in embarrassment. He was so desperate, he couldn’t believe how easily he was submitting to him. Haechan of all people.
Haechan laughed at him, “you’re so pathetic now. You deserve a reward, this is the best you’ve ever been for me isn’t it? Now, let’s get you comfy.”
Haechan led him out of the bathroom and onto one of the beds.
“Sit.” He demanded. Haechan watched as mark sat down cautiously.
“What are you gonna.. uh.. do..?” Mark asked nervously.
Haechan kneeled on the floor and spread marks legs. He looked up at Mark knowingly, leaning closer to Mark’s boxers that were already wet from precum.
Mark held his breathe when he felt Haechan mouth at his cock excruciatingly slow. Mark shook his leg impatiently and held onto Haechan’s shoulder.
Haechan played with the rim of Mark’s waistband, keeping him on edge.
***
Idk if I should finish it I doubt anyone will read but thank you so much if you did T^T I love youuu <3