Mark bit his lip, burying his face into the sheets of the bed as he felt the tip of the dildo prod at his hole, blush deepening when he heard a low chuckle from you.
“You sure you’re okay, baby?” You asked your hands on either side of his hips, thumbs rubbing over his skin smoothly
He nodded, and made a muffled noise of confirmation.
“So quiet,” You smiled, squeezing him, and Mark whimpered “Why don’t you tell me how much you want it, hm?”
There was a hesitant silence, in which Mark lifted up his head, and though he was facing away from you, you could practically hear his lip quivering. He was scared, you knew that- you’d bought a much bigger strap than Mark had ever taken, and to be honest, bigger than you’d ever used- but it wasn’t hard to tell how much he wanted it, judging by his flushed face, desperate whines, and most notably, his rock hard cock that had been practically dripping for the past at least minute.
“Please mommy…” He whispered finally “I-…I need your cock so bad please- g-gape me mommy,”
Your smile widened, and slowly, you pushed inside him, the lube squelching as it pressed against the boy. Mark was immediately responsive, body tensing, grasping at the sheets, and a long but quiet moan leaving his lips as the dildo disappeared inside him.
“That’s right baby,” You soothed, rubbing your hands along his skin “Such a good boy for me. Just tell mommy when you’re ready, yeah?”
Mark blushed at the praise, and hid his face in the covers again. There was a pause, where you simply continued to trace your fingers up and down Mark’s back, and his thighs, until he whimpered.
“O-okay,”
You slowly pulled your hips back, and then pushed back into him, smirking as Mark whined into the sheets.
“You’re doing so well baby boy,” You whispered “So good at taking mommy’s cock,”
At your words, Mark’s whines only became louder. You steadily began to speed up, until soon you were going a reasonably fast pace, and your boyfriend was moaning unrestrained beneath you, occasionally what sounded like a choked sob leaving him, but he wasn’t crying.
“F-faster- please-” He managed between his moans
You complied, licking your lips as you watched Mark stretch with the dildo, and appreciating the way his back arched every now and then. It was a couple more seconds until the boy practically screamed, and it was sudden, too.
“Oh?” You raised a brow
“Fuck- again- again- ah- please don’t stop-”
You readjusted yourself, and continued pounding into him, supposedly hitting his prostate. Mark’s moans immediately became much, much louder, and his body jerked slightly before he began to move his hips back in time with you, muttering incoherent begging.
“G-gonna- cum- please mo- mommy- ahh-”
“Cum for me, baby,”
After a moment, he did, hips moving sporadically as cum shot out of him and onto the bed sheets. You slowly licked your lips, smirking as, after Mark had come down from his high, you pulled out.
“Such a good boy,” You muttered, squeezing his thighs, eyes fixed on his hole, that was opening and closing slightly with his heavy breathing, and that was obviously far more stretched than just minutes ago
“Thank…you-” Mark breathed
“Anything for someone as pretty as you,” You smirked, and smacked his ass lightly, eliciting yet another whimper
Markwhimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and trying not to fidget too much as he waited, helplessly draped over your leg with you slowly caressing his upper thighs.
“You look nervous, baby,” you drawled, smirking slightly
“I-” Mark started, but cut himself off as he felt a sudden, harsh slap against his ass, his words quickly turning into a rather loud moan
You chuckled, watching as Mark’s ears became redder and redder.
“What a sound,” You cooed, “You liked that?”
Mark didn’t reply- he tried to open his mouth, but all that came out was stunted noises from the back of his throat. He heard you laugh again, before you brought another harsh hand to his ass, and then did it again. The boy whined, practically panting, his hands on the floor with his arms extended, holding himself up, but he knew if you kept this up, his arms would give out a lot quicker than he’d ever admit out loud.
“I asked if you liked it, baby,” You spoke again, voice more demanding this time
Mark squeaked- of course he liked it, and he knew you knew that- you could feel his practically dripping cock very clearly against your bare thigh, but he also knew you weren’t gonna stop until you heard him say it aloud.
“I-I-” He started, before another slap landed on him, and he moaned again “Yes- please punish me-”
You smirked.
“Punish you?” You cocked your head despite knowing Mark couldn’t see you “Why would I be doing that?”
“I-I thought this was because I was-” The boy hesitated “…I thought it was because I was whining in your ear in front of everyone else before…”
“Oh no, baby,” You growled, and Mark whimpered at your tone “The punishment for that hasn’t begun at all,”
Anonymous : Could you do a Got7 reaction where their S/o has a British accent that switches to American and back to British while she speaks?
A/N : this is my first reaction and first got7 request !! y’all should know that got7 is my ult group so i’m hoping i’m as accurate as possible i wanted to add gifs but i still haven’t figured out how to post more than 3 someone help !!!!! anyway enjoy ehe
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Mark : he’s claimed before that he likes british accents so he’d love listening to you talk and pronounce things differently to him. But when you slip a word in american he’d laugh and teasingly accuse you of trying to copy him
Jaebum : tbh this guy would be a sucker for you . he’d love hearing your accent just because it’s different and he’d especially love it when you spoke korean and your accent was clear. i don’t think he’d really notice if you switched accent and you’d have to tell him then he’d ask how it’s said with a british accent.
jackson : oh my god he would be the most extra about your accent. if you said anything he’d mimic you and squeal exclaiming just how adorable you are. he would always try to speak in a british accent too which would make you cringe and make him pout. if you said something in an american accent he would say he had a better american accent and show you the right way to say it.
jinyoung : he would love your britihs accent so much !! he would find it sophisticated and he’d just like listening to it. he’d get jokingly sassy if you said something in an american accent and tell you you were hanging out with mark too much and couldn’t even get his accent right.
youngjae :this sunshine would see the change in expression whe you said something in an american accent and would just start laughing. he would adore your british accent but love when you switch just because he loved the face you made.
bambam : king of being extra, he would always exaggerate when copying your accent even though he loved it. if you said something with an american accent he would definitely copy you and make fun of the way you said it earning a pout or smack on the arm.
yugyeom : he would always try to speak to you in english because he wants to get better at it . he’d also try to speak in a british accent because he believe he’s good at it and it makes him look good. he’d like when you spoke in an american accent tho because he’s into america and would just like to hear the accent.
warningschubby!reader, got7 all have children, reader has a child, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, mark has a crush, mark being a great father figure, fluff, bad date, and intense flirting at the end
genrefluff, suggestive, bfs2ls
word count1.5k
inspiration N/A
synopsisin which mark admits his attraction to you
you released a heavy sigh, your best friends all overflowing on your couch. “i’ve babysat all of your children. can’t you all do this one favor for me? the only one who has babysat melanie is jinyoung”
jinyoung nodded according to your statement. five of them chorused in groans and whines. “we all have plans tonight. spare us?” jackson pleaded, gripping youngjae’s hand.
you glared at him, “well i have plans too and it’s more important than regular, old partying. now,” you pulled out your secret weapon. signaling your daughter to come over from your loveseat.
melanie giddily stood by your side and the guys visibly cringed. they didn’t want to upset melanie and that’s exactly why she’s your secret weapon.
you tapped her full head of curls and pointed at the group in front of you both. smirking as they quivered and held onto each other for dear life. “pick who you want to babysit you bub”
melanie narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin. inquisitively eyeing her contestants, filling them with fright. her feet eventually moved towards east.
yugyeom pretended to pass out and the group collectively broke in laughter. but he wasn’t even her pick. melanie stopped at mark’s knees who clearly didn’t even know what was going on.
he placed his phone to the side and picked up the child, placing her on his lap.
“mark, do you even know what’s going on?” jackson stared at him in disbelief. mark pulled out his headphones, “huh?”
“looks like you have to babysit mel for the night, mark” you said. snickering when the other six let out sighs of relief.
“oh. okay” mark shrugged, smiling down at melanie.
“why did we have this whole dramatic scene if mark was willing to do it in the first place?” bambam exclaimed in shock.
you shrugged, “you’re all free to leave”
“so, i have to babysit because you’re going on a date?” mark questioned from your left, watching you struggle to keep up your towel and hold a dress at the same time.
“exactly” you said, handing the dress you had chosen to mark while you fixed your towel and grabbed the heels from by your closet door.
mark held the dress by it’s metal hanger and glanced into the dress section of your closet. spotting a dress that would look even more impressive on your frame. “i think that wine dress looks better” mark commented.
you looked at the dress he was referencing to and nodded. “i agree but it’s a bit tighter on me. wouldn’t want to turn him away with my chub” you laughed. but mark furrowed his eyebrows at you.
“you’re going to catfish him?” his eyes followed you as you walked over to dresser to fish out some fitting intimates.
“i wouldn’t call it— anyway, it’s probably not going to work out anyway so who cares” you shrugged.
mark nodded. “but if that’s the case just wear the dress”
you sighed and spared your persistent friend a glance to know that he had won. “fine”
“i’m ready!” mark heard while sliding another glove onto melanie’s arm. he stood up and grabbed her hand. “mommy’s ready”
“do i look like a princess uncle mark?” melanie questioned while they turned the corner from her room and into the main hallway.
“you look like a true princess, mel—” mark was saying until he saw you at the end of the hallway. he felt his heartbeat pick up and his palms get sweaty.
“ooooo! look at my little princess” you cooed at your daughter who raced to your side.
mark was at a loss for words. that dress fit you in all the right places. “so do you, ___” mark blurted whatever was on his mind. and that was that you belonged in somebody’s fairytale obviously.
you inhaled sharply and felt heat take over your cheeks. “thank you mark”
you grabbed melanie’s hand and mark hurried to fall suit behind the two you. “how’s junior?” you exited that detour of being flustered. remembering that mark is one of your best friend’s, not your date tonight.
“a pain in my— ahhhh—” mark realized who was also in the hallway with him.
melanie snorted, “you can curse, uncle mark. mommy does it all the time” she nonchalantly snitched on you, her mother.
mark looked at you in surprise. you all entered your kitchen and you turned around with an awkward smile.
“uhhh— force of habit?”
“right” mark chuckled. “i’ll make melanie some dinner”
“thank you” you sighed and sat at the island with your daughter.
“you’re not leaving right now?”
you shook your head, “the date is at seven. it’s only six—thirty, i don’t want to be too early”
mark shook his head. “does it really matter?”
“time is everything, mark. but i’ll leave right now i guess” you gathered your necessities and slid from the stool.
you placed a loving kiss to the crown of melanie’s head. “i’ll be back in a couple hours, lovebug. behave for uncle mark, okay?”
“of course, mommy” she smiled.
mark closed the oven which held dinosaur nuggets inside and followed you to the front door. he pulled you into a tight hug.
“have fun, okay? if this guy makes you feel bad i’ll beat him up” he quipped playfully. you giggled but nodded your head nonetheless.
mark pulled away but held your shoulders protectively. “and if there’s any trouble, call me”
“i promise, mark”
mark stared at the bourbon in his glass. having done everything he was required to do tonight. the last task was taken care of a whopping ten minutes ago. melanie was passed out in her tiana dress but she insisted to keep it on and mark wasn’t arguing with someone else’s child so he just let her sleep in it.
he grabbed the glass and took another sip. his mind unwinding a little bit more. but that soon vanished when he heard the front door open. the sound of heels and keys letting him know that it was just you.
you strolled into the kitchen with a stoic look on your face.
“oh, hey— was it not good?” mark began to greet you but then he saw your facial expression and frowned.
you huffed and sat on the stool closest to him on the right. eyeing his glass. “sucked ass”.
mark sighed, “elaborate”
“at first, it was fine. but then when i actually started to flirt he said he wasn’t into big women” you reached out for his glass and mark just let you have it with no hassle.
you downed what was left and placed it back on the island. “story of my fucking life”.
mark took the glass and refilled it. “you went on a date with a boy,” he gulped half of it. sliding the rest to you.
“a man would be able to appreciate a woman of your size” you began to chug what was left but choked when hearing the end of his sentence.
you stared at your friend with narrowed eyes. studying his words over and over again.
“what?” mark inquired.
“or maybe he just draws the line at fat” you replied.
mark shook his head. “you’re not fat, this is not fat” mark puts a hand on your stomach.
you looked down at his hand then back up at him. placing the glass in front of you. “then what is it?” you tested.
“love” he answered.
on cue, you became a flustered mess and threw your head back in laughter. “you’re so Goddamn cheesy”
mark gripped your love through your dress gently, “seriously, ___, there’s people who really love what you have to offer”
you snorted. “and they probably just have a fat fetish” you grumbled.
mark hummed and removed his hand from you, “or it’s a preference for their girl to have a bit of meat on their bones”
“let me ask, are you one of them?” you tilted your head. confused a bit to why mark was capping hard for your size.
“would it bother you if i was?” mark fired back boldly.
you bit your lip and glossed your eyes over him. meeting his eyes after, “hmm, i don’t know”
“why?” mark did the exact same thing.
“because, and i might be taking this the wrong way, but i’m catching a vibe that you just prefer me” you mumbled. scared if he was going to flat out reject you right now.
but to your surprise, “you’re taking it the right way then” mark said.
“are we flirting right now?” you thought out loud.
“is it working?” mark raised his eyebrows.
“very much” you licked your lips and straightened your posture.
“then yes, yes we are”
“would you like to stay the night?” you suggested.
“if it means i can show you how much i adore your ‘love’ and everything after then yes” that was it, that was the final straw. you slid from the stool and held out your hand for mark to take.
you feel yourself become filled with an almost childish glee when bestfriend!marksuggest for you two to go on the ferris wheel together with the last two tickets you have to wrap up the day spent at the amusement park together. hand in hand you step into a pale blue cabin as you watch the cotton candy skies with a bright wonder in your eyes. you point out different shapes of clouds, remarking on how the little lion-shaped one reminded you of mark. he smiles shyly at your comment, his gaze meeting yours for a split second before returning to the sky ahead of the both of you. you could feel your heart start to race a bit faster from his warm eyes meeting yours. as the ferris wheel starts to slow down, you feel a slight tap on your shoulder coming from mark. you turn towards him, puzzled before he places a tender kiss upon your lips. you feel yourself pause at the sudden feeling of his soft lips against yours while you were registering that mark lee, your best friend of nine years and that you hopelessly pined in those said nine years, was in fact kissing you. you felt your heart suddenly race and your stomach flutter as you gave into his touch, his hands slowly cupping your face. you could feel your cheeks burn up furiously and you were almost certain your knees would have given out if you weren’t seated. when you two parted lips, your face still cupped in his hands, he smiles softly at you before he utters quietly under his breath.
summary : HOEPROTOCOL:ACTIVE. Main objective? Protect Princess Karina from the Black Mamba, obvi. And please- don’t jeopardize the mission just because Mark Lee from Public Speaking class is coming your way.
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Sighing, you exchange glances at Ryujin, Lia, Giselle, and Yeri. They already look exhausted, all ears and advice to the girl with long black hair. It’s been an hour since you all arrived at Nu Chi Tau, they are hosting the semester break party. It’s that time of the year, when the students finished their semester finals, it’s time to loosen up after all the mathematical equations stuck on their head, or those sociology theories, or heck, maybe the vitamin contents of a basket of oranges.
“Karina, honey. You’ve been downing your 6th glass of beer tonight. You might wanna slow down now.” You start, touching your friend’s shoulder. She looks absolutely stunning tonight, but hammered as fuck, only letting out a little chuckle from her lips.
Ryujin and Giselle can only shake their heads. They literally did this 2 days ago, when Karina was bawling her eyes out at the sorority dorm, she didn’t get up from her bed, except she had to pee. You and Yeri had to drive to the nearby McDonalds, getting her comfort food, McNuggets with honey mustard on the side. Lia was in charge to stash her some chocolates, to supply some serotonin up in her pretty brain.
For tonight, you and the girls actually promised Karina to accompany her in the dorm while the rest of the house is partying. But then suddenly she jolted out of her bed, showered, and put on one of her best dresses, the glittery purple one. Sis really said “I’m getting fucking ripped tonight.”, and told all of you to dress up and put makeup on.
And yet, here you are. With your other 4 pretty friends. One is heartbroken-drunk. The rest of them are only here for moral support, not even bothered to find some boys to be tormented or girls to talk with. Just vibing in the dark blue velvet couch together, right in the middle of the living room of some frat house.
Karina sniffles, it looks like she ran out of beer. She starts to turn her head left and right, looking for some beer keg for her to kick in. “m’getting more beeeeer..” she said, completely hammered.
Lia sighs, seizing the red cup from Karina’s hand. Shaking her head, Lia nags, “You are not getting more, miss. I am sending you to detention.”
“No, ma’am. I will not. But please don’t send me to detention, ma’am.” Karina pouts, with her glimerry eyes, drunk Karina is something else. You chuckle at them, then go back to scanning the whole living room, packed with dudes and girls, dancing and grinding to each other. On some occasions, you may spot a wild Hendery Wong chugging a whole ass Tequila bottle with Yangyang, Chenle, and Renjun in the background chanting “Chug! Chug! Chug!”.
But today, all you can see is a pack of dudes playing Just Dance on PlayStation 5 or whatever. You thought you saw Ten Lee from Psychology major, playing a tight match against Taeyong Lee from Fine Arts major, but then a boy caught your eye.
“Girls, the fucking snake has landed. I repeat, the fucking snake has landed. Activate the hoe protocol. I repeat, activate the hoe protocol.” You quickly announce your friends. In a flash, they tidy their hair and dress up.
Jeno Lee. A boy from the Nuclear Engineering major. He had the AUDACITY to cheat on your best friend, with an unknown girl from his class. Karina found out and dumped his ass, but still, crying and heartbroken. He begs for her forgiveness, but you and the girls forbid her to get back to him. And now, all you wanna do is just lit his fucking ass on fire.
“Roger that. Y/n and Giselle, bring the Princess faraway from this fucking Black Mamba. Far, far away. Please, I can’t stand this man and I will personally whoop his ass and-”
“ROGER THAT, RYUJIN. I think we all agree that we can jump him afterparty. I say we tie him into a tree, yes?” Giselle cuts off, giving a hand gesture for Ryujin to calm the fuck down.
“I have a better idea, do y’all maybe wanna cut off his-”
“Okaaaay maybe we can activate the protocol now.” Yeri joins in, cutting Lia off before she can continue her words about slaughtering something.
Karina, still dazed, not knowing what is happening. She is being dragged by you and Giselle, into a whole new part of the frat house that can only be unlocked when you go straight ahead from the huge ass ping-pong table in the middle of the goddamn house. The girls separated ways to activate the protocol, to spy on Jeno and distract Karina. But knowing Ryujin, she probably would’ve lit Jeno’s ass on fire right now. But no, she can’t jeopardize the whole team right now. Jumping Jeno is the final stage. Not now.
You, Giselle, and Karina are currently in the kitchen right now. Sitting on the top of the kitchen counter, eyes closely watching Karina chugging a whole ass glass of water. She needs it right now, considering the amount of alcohol running through her systems. You scan the whole floor from the kitchen, you probably just know a few faces, but not all of them. Giselle is busy typing on her phone, probably just busy tweeting on her Deadpool stan account.
Sighing, you come down from the counter, start rummaging through the fridge. One by one, you gain more and more information from frat life. Turns out these are what they consume on the regular : milk; leftover orange chicken from panda express; watermelon that is gouged out, probably with a fucking soup spoon (who the fuck eats watermelon with a fucking soup spoon?); burnt out cheesecake; frosted flakes (why the fuck do they put a whole ass cereal in a fucking fridge?); a few rotten veggies; quinoa; a fucking candle, a fucking TV remote, and a whole ass ipad pro. Yes, and an ipad pro. Inside a fucking fridge. In conclusion : men are weird.
Disgusted, you quickly shut the fridge door and glance at Giselle and Karina. “I’ll never open a fucking frat fridge again, ever.” you announce,
Karina just laughed a bit, she’s probably not sober yet. Giselle just snickers at you without looking up from her phone. “Tell me about it.”
“It’s so fucking weird, they literally put everything in there. There’s a whole ass ipad in there. And worse, a fucking watermelon, gouged out, I don’t know what these men use- but it looks like they used a fucking garden shovel.” You explain, complete with a gesture that you are purely disgusted.
Looking at you directly, Giselle is convinced. She is now doing the throwing up expression, and proceeds to hold up her index finger. “Hold up, let me tweet about it. Men are fucking gross. Tweet. Tweet sent.”
Giselle and her twitter wonders, you can only roll your eyes about it. The reason you use twitter is to thirst over Sebastian Stan, and maybe to retweet memes and collect them.
“Uh yes, about that- That’s me. And I use a spoon. We’re men, but not that barbaric.” You hear a voice from your back. Oh god. Giselle just gasps, while Karina is downing another glass of water.
The embarrassment. You can’t even cope with it anymore. You’re just ready to apologize to whoever it is, and probably drag Giselle and Karina out of the kitchen to find another place to hide from Jeno the fucking Black Mamba. You turn around slowly, tidying your hair. Well at least if you’re going to be embarrassed, you’re gonna look good.
“Look, I’m terribly sorry, I just thought it was weird to eat a whole ass watermelon with a-”
It’s Mark Lee, from the public speaking class. International Relations and Affairs major.
“-oh it’s you. Should’ve known you’re that kind of guy.” You’re relieved to see him. You once used to be a partner with him in public speaking class, he’s a great guy for an assignment. Responsible and filled with ideas.
He giggles, his blue hair is half wet, probably because of the sweat that he produced, considering the frathouse is fucking packed. His earrings and necklaces really complemented his green sweatshirt.
"Yeah. I’m actually the only one who eats the watermelon here. Everyone else is just hooked into either junk food or overpriced organic shit.. Except for Johnny, he has a wholeass Frosted Flakes stock for a year, Kellogg’s sent him because he was wearing that damn Tiger costume in a Halloween party, posted it on Instagram, and tagged Kellogg’s. As for Xiaojun and Hendery, they can live with Bella’s food.” he explains, with a canned beer in hand.
“Who is Bella?”
“She’s our lovely dog. During a party like this, we keep her on the second floor. Specifically in Lucas’ room.”
“So, if Lucas brings a girl upstairs, then Bella will be watching?” You raise your brow at him, he chokes on his beer.
“Technically speaking- maybe. Wh-why would you wanna know that?” He asks back, coughing from the drink that he choked on.
You just chuckle at him as a response, while being mesmerized by his choice of outfit. Pretty neat for a frat boy who is recently just confessed that he is the one who eats a watermelon like a fucking wild beast. He rubs his neck, looks more flustered than before.
“Um, Y/n.. I know it’s probably gonna sound weird but..” he starts, looking down on you, since he’s a little taller than your figure. You wait in anticipation, the party itself is already shit once Jeno comes crashing, and you did insult the entire frat kitchen though, so nothing’s gonna surprise you anymore.
He glances at Karina, who is currently holding her own head like her life is depended on it. Giselle, on the other side, is busy taking selfies, probably sending snaps to that one boy named Shotaro, who once sent an entire box full of glazed Krispy Kreme to your dorm. He’s a sweet boy, and probably is out somewhere in this frat house, dancing his ass off like his rent is due tomorrow.
“See, my friend, Donghyuck- or maybe you girls just know him by Haechan, he saw your friend there, and he wants to get to know her.” He says, pointing at the girl in a glittery purple dress, who is now done holding into her head like her life is depended on it, is now back to chugging water.
Your eyes follow his fingers, and you’re thinking real hard. Is it the right time to introduce Karina to a new guy? Are they gonna make it? You made a mental bet to yourself, she ain’t gonna budge. A part of her still wants Jeno back, but it is mandatory to follow the new rules that you and the girls made : Jeno Lee is fucking canceled. But it’s probably good for the distraction part. But poor Haechan, he’ll be a rebound.
“You sure? My girl Karina here just broke up with a fucking snake. Or maybe you boys just know him by Jeno. Think your friend can live as a rebound?” You lift your eyebrow at Mark, he takes another sip of his beer.
“Affirmative. Jeno’s one of us, but after hearing the news about the affair, I now believe that he is a shitty man.” He answers, and you nod. Finally, a boy who knows the clear line between wrong and right, not caring whether Jeno is one of his frat brothers or not. This man has a brain.
“And about Donghyuck.. Well, his head is practically made out of rock. He is capable of not giving up on someone. I’m sure he’ll work it out, he won’t be a rebound.” He continues,
Okay. Now you’re convinced. But if so, why is he not here? Why did he send Mark from Public Speaking class to talk to you instead of himself?
“And where is that friend of yours now? If he doesn’t really give up on someone, can he just come over and talk to Karina himself? Instead of sending his friend to talk to her friend?” You ask, glancing at his beer. “Anyway, where did you get that? All I see is just beer keg, not the canned ones.”
He looks down on his hand, glancing at the beer that he holds. “Yeah no, I bought this myself. Beer from the keg tastes like shit.”
Damn straight. That’s why you decided to avoid the goddamn beer that Karina’s been drinking. It tastes like shit. It has always been. Kudos to him for understanding.
“Donghyuck is watching from afar. He said he will come over once the introduction is completed. I’m only a messenger here, to notify you to notify your friend so she’ll be notified that a boy would like to get to know her.” he continues, and you just shrug.
“D’accord, monsieur. I will notify my friend so she will be notified that a boy would like to get to know her.” you answer, copying his tone from earlier. He chuckles, fishing out his phone out of his pocket. He’s probably busy notifying his friend that you’ll notify your friend so she is notified that a boy would like to get to know her.
“Uh, one question.” You hold your index finger up, gaining his attention from the phone. He nodded his head, “Don’t y’all got some bro-code in this house? Like, is dating one brother’s ex allowed?”
Mark laughs, “Jaehyun is the president this year. This bro-code doesn’t exist, not on his watch! If you decided to break a girl’s heart and one of your brother is willing to make her happy, then it’s your fucking problem. The whole house has nothing to do with it.”
Informed and satisfied, you mutter him a small “Okay”, and shuffle back to Karina, whose face is now fresher than before, probably all the water she chugged like her life depended on it has finally put an end to the alcohol running (but Yeri, as a med student, swore it doesn’t work that way). Seeing you, she flashes a smile.
“Hi there, pretty, is that your boyfriend?” she starts, pointing at Mark, who is now glued to his phone again. Ah yeah. Yeri is correct, the water doesn’t work that way towards the beer, but at least she is getting better.
You throw a stare at her, “No. But he has a friend that wants to get to know you. Like, right now.”
You can feel that Giselle is putting down her phone, scooting over, closer to you and Karina. “See, Karina, my love, every gentleman wants a piece of you! You don’t need that snake.”
Nodding, you approve of Giselle’s word of wisdom. “Gigi’s correct. This is your time to shine, boo. Remember, activate the hoe protocol, right?”
Karina grins at the two of you, tidying her dress and coming down from the kitchen counter. “Yeah. Okay. Bring him. Anyway, how do I look?”
“Perfect. Okay, Y/n, bring him in.” Giselle answered, sweeping Karina’s hair to the side.
Affirmative, you stick a thumbs up to Mark, who is now standing right beside a boy who is dressed in a pink-white checkered shirt and a white t-shirt underneath. You swore you almost cackled when you first saw the way his pants and necklace matched Mark. So, those frat boys also have friendship outfits or what?
Receiving the signals, Mark pushed his friend lightly while saying something, probably some good-luck spell or something. Haechan takes light steps toward you, Karina, and Giselle. The way he walks really indicates that he’s pretty confident. Probably the type to smooth talk his way out of something.
As Haechan approaches Karina, you signal Giselle to scram together or something, to leave them with their moment, but of course, you still gotta keep tabs on her sometime, because she is in no condition to be left alone completely. You’re preparing to take your leave from the kitchen, but Giselle still managed to pull you closer, whispering something.
“You mind babysitting Ms. Yoo with her new man? I gotta grab something real quick.”
You eye her, “Giselle, you know what, if you really need to see that Shotaro boy somewhere in this house, I completely understand. You don’t really need to say that you gotta grab some-”
“OKAY Y/n, I’ll see you in a bit. You know what, maybe you can have some fun with that canned beer guy-”
“Okay, Giselle. Just get lost before I change my mind.” You cut her off, she responds by giggling and makes her exit. She’s probably right, spending time with Mark from Public Speaking class won’t be bad either. But probably not, since he’s probably not interested, and you’re definitely not the type to chase boys around.
You sigh. Trying to leave the sight of Haechan and Karina giggling together like 12 years old. Ew. Karina has cooties. You can’t help but notice Mark again, who is about to leave the kitchen area with the same canned beer he held a few minutes ago. He mutters something, but you can’t seem to hear what he’s saying, since the goddamn music from the big ass speakers is practically covering the whole house. Gulping, you finally believe that he’s not interested, because he just walked away from the scene where you’re a third wheel.
Defeated, you sigh while walking to the white dining room, staying true to your purpose of the night : watching Karina like a fucking eagle, while the rest of your friends are probably getting Tequilla shots with Hendery, or probably planning Jeno’s embarrassment scene, or probably joining the Just Dance competition with that Shotaro boy. Oh well, only god knows it.
As you sit on the dining chair, you can’t help but notice the big ass pizza box sitting in the center of the dining table. A piece of pepperoni pizza won’t hurt, you thought to yourself. You finally stretch your hand to the brown large box with large pieces of pepperoni pizzas inside it. You’ve always loved pepperoni pizza, especially when someone would accompany you to eat one.
Checking every bit of the pizza, you choose the one with 7 pepperoni pieces on it, you already counted each one of them, the rest only have like 5-6 pieces. As you take a bite from the pizza, you hear a notification sound from your phone, it’s a message.
Mark from Public Speaking class : wya? still cookin’ in the kitchen? thought you want some canned beer
You chuckle at the message. This guy is pretty cute, he really paid attention to what you said earlier. You type back to him using your left hand, for your right hand is holding a piece of a big ass pizza.
Y/n : haha yeah im at the dining room Y/n : the pizza’s great, im starving Y/n : you literally left the crime scene as soon as they linked up
You put down your phone, still munching on the pizza that you grabbed a while ago. Watching Karina and Haechan from afar, like a goddamn mother whose job is to spy, but spying after her daughter. They look like they’re having the conversation of their life. Okay. Good for them. But you can’t help but feel jealous, you want what they have, but with who?
“Really can’t believe you took the one with the most pepperonis on it. I was marking that one, but you stole it.” You hear a familiar voice resonating through your left ear, and then to your right ear. Someone sits in a dining chair beside you, placing a tall canned beer on the table, right beside your phone.
Chuckling, you know who exactly it is. You turn your head facing him, his lips forming a wide smile, and his hair is already swept to the side, no more signs of sweat rolling down his forehead. His eyes glued to the pizza box, completed with his hand reaching to the biggest slice on the box.
“Hey, first come first serve, you know. Like I said, you fled the scene.” You let out a giggle, finally finishing the pizza slice on your right hand, but you left out the crust on a piece of tissue. Still staring at his facial features, he’s actually very attractive when up close.
He turns his eyes from the pizza to you and lets out a little chuckle. On the other hand, you can feel your heart beating very fast.
“Did I? I was heading back to my room, getting some more canned beer for you. I thought I already told you, though?” He answers, while munching the pizza.
Oh shit. He’s cute. Adorable. Lovely. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Even if he’s munching a goddamn pizza like a fucking kid. Absolutely stunning. You just know that moment, you’re probably getting the cooties from Karina, and this is the side effects. Crushing on Mark from Public Speaking class.
And that’s when you realize that he was actually muttering something to you, not some random words, right before he left. You just couldn’t hear him earlier. You can feel the nervousness kicking in. He’s just too good to be true, right now. A model student living in a fraternity house, cute, caring, responsible, creative, a gentleman, he’s absolutely perfect. His only flaw is he’s eating a fucking watermelon with a soup spoon. Other than that, he’s definitely getting straight As in your book.
“Oh really? I didn’t hear it. Why thank you for the fancy drink, kind sir. I find that very gentleman of you.” You smile at him, reaching for the beer can.
“Anytime, my lady.” He replies, laughing, before he takes a bite of his pizza.
My lady? Did he just- did he just call you- my lady? You swear that you’re about to burst. Well, if he wants to do it that way, you can too.
“Well, cheers to Haechan and Karina. Cheers to you too, my kind sir, for making a lady’s heart happy.” Popping the beer can open, you wink before you gulp it.
He lets out a laugh, while his pizza has already disappeared. Little did you know, his heart beats so fast as well. Putting his hands together, he brushes the pizza crumbs off his hands, while eyeing the pizza crust you left on a piece of tissue.
“Yo, dude.. You don’t EAT the crust?” he asks, pointing at the pizza crust.
You peek at him behind the canned beer that is right in front of your face, “Yeah, dude. What about it?”
He giggles, letting out a little burp in between his little giggles. Adorable. Even if he’s burping, and if most guys do it, it’s fucking disgusting. “Let me have it, I’m still fucking hungry.”
You laugh, setting your beer aside to the table. Letting him have your pizza crust, you also question him, “Why don’t you get a second slice, dude? This box is hella loaded.”
Shrugging his shoulder, he finally takes the crust to his mouth, with his joyful expression on his face. It’s such a sight to see, a boy with a cute smile, eating your leftover pizza crust happily. You don’t wanna freak him out, so you decided to open your phone instead of watching his cute face all the time.
You have new messages.
Pressing the passcode, you open the message app, specifically the girls’ group chat whose name is HOEPROTOCOL:ACTIVE.
Ryu-jean covey : so no one’s gonna talk about the fact that y/n is jeopardizing the mission Ryu-jean covey : sis really said fuck watching karina imma bout to get married Ryu-jean covey : WITH THE FRAT GUY FROM THE PHILOSOPHY CLASS?
Ryu-jean covey sent a photo.
Gigi had it : ryujin he’s from biology class tf Gigi had it : THEY LOOK CUTE THOUGH
Lia seydoux :wait Lia seydoux : is that mark lee Lia seydoux : idk how much weed did y'all smoke but he’s from public speaking class
Gigi had it : my bad
Yerimiese : do i need to remind y’all that men ain’t shit
Ryu-jean covey : damn right men ain’t shit
Lia seydoux : men ain’t shit but felix lee is tolerable
Yerimiese : y’all have fucking cooties and it shows
Gigi had it : jealousy is a disease bitches get well soon xoxo
Ryu-jean covey : shut up giselle ik ur somewhere out there with osaki
Lia seydoux : shut up ryujin ik ur somewhere out there flirting with yeji
Ryu-jean covey is typing…
You chuckle, reading the group text from the top to bottom. Seeing the girls argue about things is a sight you see almost everyday, no matter where. You scroll back to the top, clicking on the image attachment that Ryujin sent. It’s a picture of you and Mark laughing in the dining chair, right where you are right now. The image quality is quite low, considering the low light and the fact that it was taken from afar. You look around, trying to spot the girls one by one.
Karina, by the counter with Haechan, check.
Ryujin, out in the living room by the stairs, typing vigorously on her phone, with Yeji by her side, check.
Lia, nowhere to be found.
Giselle, nowhere to be found.
Yeri, nowhere to be found.
You just shrug it off, replying their messages.
Y/n : yall just jealous i get a man who would bring me a goddamn canned beer straight outta his room when the kegged beer tastes like piss
Yerimiese : bad taste, y/n. bad taste. get yourself a man who would bring you a whole-ass pyramid made of gold
Ryu-jean covey : so it be like that huh lia? you thought i didn’t know you went UPSTAIRS with felix?
Reading Ryujin’s messages, you glance around. Right. You can’t find Lia anywhere.
Yerimiese : shame on yall for not beating the snake’s ass Yerimiese : smh these lovesick girls
Ryu-jean covey : you want me to do it right now?
Yerimiese : RYUJIN NO
Gigi had it : RYUJIN NO
Lia seydoux : RYUJIN NO
You’re about to hit send as soon as you’re finished typing the same exact message your 3 friends sent, when you suddenly hear a loud crash from the living room.
Startled, you and Mark turn your heads in sync to the living room direction. That one true fear you and the girls have, come true.
“Shit.” you curse, glancing back at your phone,
Yerimiese sent a photo.
Yerimiese : YALL BEEP BEEP SOS 911 GET HELP SEND DUDES
You sigh loudly. Loud enough to make Mark turn his head from his own phone to you, “Something wrong?” he asks.
You glance at him with a worried expression. “I.. I gotta go, and can you send dudes?”
Mark blinks and smirks. “Send nudes? Damn, Y/n. I know that you’re getting impatient but I really didn’t think you’re that kind of-”
“Dudes, Mark. Send me some dudes to the living room. Ryujin jumps Jeno. They are in a fight. Right now.” You look at him dead in the eye.
This is not the time for him to misheard your statement. And you can see it right on his face, embarrassed, and flustered.
“Oh- Sorry. I misheard. Shit. Oh yeah- right. Send dudes. Wait up, I’m gonna get Johnny to settle things-”
You nod, and sprint your way to the living room. To your horror, the brutal imagery of Ryujin stepping on Jeno’s back while pulling his hair comes true, what Yeri sent to the group chat got nothing on the vivid view you see right now.
The crowd goes wild, chanting “Ryujin! Ryujin! Ryujin!”, while the others chant “Jeno! Jeno! Jeno!”
You can’t believe you’d be today years old to see Ryujin actually jump this boy. That’s a rare occurrence, but the chances are never zero. That’s literally it, Ryujin pulling Jeno’s jet black hair while shouting a few curse words, while Jeno winces in pain, trying to shield his head from Ryujin’s hands, but fails miserably.
You quickly run to Yeri, who is still frozen in her place, “How long has this been going on?” you ask her, and she just shakes her head in panic, placing both of her hands on your shoulder “Goddammit, Y/n, I can’t think right now! Is this my fault, I shouldn’t have sent that! I was just messing with-”
And then you remembered something you left on the kitchen, “Fuck, Yeri, I left Karina in the kitchen- She’s half drunk, I can’t leave her!”
Yeri, who is now panicking, can’t even imagine her own panic flooding through her blood right now. First, she probably trigger the fucking physical fight between Ryujin and Jeno, and now, this too, you accidentally left Karina in the kitchen.
You run as fast as you could to the kitchen while Stupid Love by Lady Gaga is blasting through the goddamn speaker. Yeah. So true, Lady Gaga, Stupid Love. Especially when it’s blasting through the air while Ryujin is involved in a physical fight. As you make your way to the kitchen, you spot Mark with Jaehyun, Kun, and a tall, blonde, and gorgeous man running to the living room, who you believe is Johnny or something.
Nice, he’s such a guy with great ears. He listens well to you, he’s sending dudes directly to the fight, what a nice boyfriend material- wait. Are you imagining things right now, while one of your friends is involved in a goddamn catfight that consists of hair pulling, and the other one is half drunk sitting in a kitchen counter? Goddammit, Y/n. Get a hold of yourself.
Finally arriving at the destination, you spot Karina still sitting on top of the counter, with a glass of water beside her. Haechan, who is standing right in front of her, notices your presence and waves at you, “Hey, Y/n. I was looking for you for a bit, I need to go check on the living room, Mark summoned all the brothers to the living room at once, but I don’t want to leave Karina alone so I had to-”
“It’s okay, Haechan. You go, I’ll be with Karina. Thanks for watching her.” You cut him, assuring him that you’ll take over. He nods and gives Karina a smile before he runs off to the living room.
You sigh in relief. How nice. Mark and his lovely friends, such a gentleman. Unlike the goddamn Black Mamba. You sit by the counter beside Karina, offering her more water. You love your best friends more than anything, and you want the best for them. And right now, probably not letting Karina know about Ryujin and her snake-wrestling fiasco is the right thing to do, you all can just tell her the next morning.
“Where did Haechan go?” Karina asks, eyes heavy like a sleepy girl,
You smile at her, “He needs to take care of a few things, he’ll be back.”
Karina giggles, “He’s a nice guy.”
Her words bring your mind to the other nice guy, who eats a watermelon with a goddamn soup spoon. You can’t help but smile with her, head leaning to each other’s shoulder like true sisters you are, not by blood, but through good vibes.
“Yeah. He’s a nice guy.”
———-
You wake up to the blaring sound of Giselle’s alarm, it’s birds chirping uncontrollably. At first, it was mesmerizing and relaxing, like you’re in the middle of a garden of dreams. But then it comes crashing in, the sound of the chirps are no longer relaxing, it’s annoying.
You and Lia have been assigned to the same room with Giselle from the beginning when you joined the sorority with the girls. But you’re never used to her goddamn alarm. The room was quite big for you three to have beds of your own, unlike the apartment you used to live in before joining the sorority, where you used to be roommates with Yeri, who is now rooming with Ryujin and Karina in the house.
“Giselle, can you tell your goddamn birds to fuck off? My head hurts.” You grunt, barely opening your eyes. Giselle hums on her bed as a response and shuts her alarm off, while Lia is still sleeping soundly.
You try to shut your eyes again, hoping for another sleep. But it seems like the universe won’t let you, especially since the sunshine trespasses your shared room through the curtains. It’s closed though, but the sun manages to barge in unbothered.
Tossing your body back and forth, you notice Giselle still lying on her bed, smiling at her phone like an idiot. Probably on her Deadpool stan twitter again, or maybe her daily good morning texts with Osaki Shotaro. Or maybe she just stumbles upon some juicy memes on tiktok she is about to send to you.
Finally giving up another hour of sleep, you check your phone for new notifications, or maybe if you don’t have one, you can just simply open Instagram, seeing the wild shit that went down last night in Nu Chi Tau house. But it says otherwise, you have new messages.
Mark from Public Speaking class :dude Mark from Public Speaking class : haechan told me he has a date with ur friend today Mark from Public Speaking class : u wanna tag along and spy on them?
A wide smile formed on your face. Ah yes. Lazy sunday with Mark from Public Speaking class slash from Nu Chi tau slash the one who eats watermelon like a freak, spying on Haechan and Karina. What can be more interesting than that?
Y/n : count me in
You smile and get up from the bed, gaining interest from the girl whose alarm is annoying. She glances at you as you walk to the door,
“Going somewhere, Princess?”
“Spying on Karina and Haechan.” you shrug,
Giselle groans, “Goddammit, Y/n. Let them be, they’re adults for god’s sa-”
And then her expression changes, mouth forming ‘O’ as she changes stance on her bed, from lying down to sitting up. “My bad, whatever your Mr. Public Class planning for the date with you, using the excuse of spying on friends, go for it.”
You roll eyes at her as you continue to step out of the bedroom, “It’s not a date. We’re just gonna see how Haechan and Karina are doing.”
Giselle just smirks. “Whatever. You know what- I’m starting to think that Haechan is the wingman here-”
“Yada, yada, yada, Giselle. Me and Mark are just friends. We’re just helping our friends.”
“Friends that might end up kissing each other, sure.”
You close the bedroom door behind you. Friends? Really? You and him barely know each other, just classmates from Public Speaking class, and maybe helping mutual friends out. Though deep inside your mind, you wish what Giselle said earlier come true, even though just 70%. Wait. That percentage is kinda high.
Making your way to the bathroom, your phone rings as a sign of a new message.
Mark from Public Speaking class : great! i’ll pick u up after haechan leaves
————
“And when you said spying, this is exactly what I did not have in mind, Mark.” You say to him as you try to adjust the black bob wig on your head, “By the way, where did you get this wig? It’s odd to see that you are THIS well prepared.”
Mark scrunches his nose, probably adjusting his fake mustache. He shrugs, “Last year Hendery went as Willy Wonka to the Halloween party. Don’t ask me why, he just did.”
“Goddammit, dude. We spy on Haechan and Karina, who are going on a date. Not a goddamn drug transaction.” You stare at him and his stupid white cap and his stupid mustache. He looks like somebody in his 40s looking for sugar babies.
“Speak for yourself, Edna Mode. You had a choice to look obvious as hell, but you did get along with my plan.” he stares at you and your stupid black bob wig (which Hendery wore to the Halloween party), completed with round sunglasses and a black coat.
Stupid Mark and his stupid plan. Stupid disguise. Why did you agree to do this in the first place? Well maybe yes, you have that tiny itsy bitsy crush on him, but did you expect him to be this weird? Nah. But the fact that you and Mark sit in a diner booth that is located 3 booths behind Haechan and Karina’s says otherwise. You must like him A LOT that you had to do this.
You and Mark keep covering your faces with the menu with the constant gaze to the couple, spying on them as they laugh together, and telling stories one to another. You and Mark are waiting for the juicy details like maybe brushing hands to one another or sharing milkshakes, but that scene just won’t come out.
After ordering 3 to 4 servings of french fries, you and Mark finally give up spying on them, it’s their first date, yes. Juicy details rarely come around on the first date. “Should we give up? It’s their first date.”
Mark turns his head to you, hands scratching his philtrum, probably itching from the stupid mustache he wears. “Yeah. What am I thinking? This is so weird.”
You laugh, “Yeah. My head itches, how did Hendery manage to wear this all night long?”
He laughs, “Rumor has it, he has a stone scalp. Let’s get out of here, I’m starting to get bored.”
You agree with him and make your exit to his car, taking off the so-called disguises one by one to the backseat as he does the same, then proceed to sit in the driver’s seat with you right beside him.
“Now what?” he asks, eyes on his driving wheel.
“I don’t know, dude. You drag me into this.” you tease him,
“Goddammit, woman. Come on, give me some suggestions.”
“Well, I’m lacking of sleep this morning, Giselle and her goddamn alarm-”
“Ah.. I see.. Do you wanna.. Like.. sleep together? SHIT that’s not what I meant-”
You widen your eyes at him, “Mark, can you stop being a horny teenager for like- 3 seconds?”
Mark covers his eyes, “That’s not what I fucking meant! Ah fuck, I made it sound weird.”
You laugh. He’s jumbling over his own words, battling his own mind, “That’s not what I fucking meant, I swear! I was asking if you want to like take a nap together because honest to god- I don’t have THAT intention with you- I just-”
You laugh at him again, he’s so fucking adorable. You just know it’s him, he’s such a sweet gentleman, and try to ignore your thoughts about what he accidentally said. His real intention is to take a nap together. A nice, innocent, great nap with a friend. That’s all.
“Yeah, Mark. A nap would be great.”
He smiles, “Thank god you understand what I mean. And please don’t take this the wrong way- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable so you can maybe sleep in Haechan’s bed.”
“Okay.”
“Ah shit I’m so sorry for making this weird… If you want to go home, it’s alright, I’ll drive you home- I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess-”
“Mark,”
“-yes?”
“Shut up and drive to Nu Chi Tau before I drag you to my sorority house. You know that Irene, our president, eats boys, right?”
He falls silent. Probably remembering how scary Irene is when she’s angry, she once fought Taeyong and Kun, for the prank war that was conducted between Nu Chi Tau and your sorority house last April. Needless to say, she was not pleased. The prank war ended when Nu Chi Tau’s swimming pool was fizzing with glitter bath bombs with your house’s signature pink color. It took them days to clean up the pool full of bath bombs.
“Oh yeah. Right.”
And with that, he shifts his gears and heads to his frat house as fast as possible. On the way there, he tells you how much he lacks sleep too, since he had to clean the house this morning after the goddamn party, especially when Ryujin and Jeno’s catfight broke a bottle of Grey Goose, shattering everywhere along with the spilled vodka, he had to prevent Jaemin from licking the goddamn liquor on the floor.
He also tells you how Johnny suggested that Ryujin and Yeri should be banned from Nu Chi Tau for 3 weeks, and how he and Haechan defended the girls, because Karina, obviously. And you wonder, if Mark did that because of you too. Did he? Or didn’t he? All you can do is just hope for the sake of your tiny itsy bitsy crush on him.
As soon as you and Mark arrive at Nu Chi Tau house, your entrance is welcomed by a few whistles from his frat brothers, only to reveal themselves as Lucas, Jungwoo, and Yuta.
“Good lord, Mark, it’s 2 PM, and you’re already getting it?” Lucas teases you and Mark as you both climb the staircase, you just flip him off. “At least we don’t have Bella watching.”
“Hey! That’s an honor, if Bella is watching!” Lucas and Jungwoo laugh as they kick their feet on the couch, watching Top Gear or something in TLC. Yuta gives Mark a look, “My baby brother, don’t forget to use protection!”
Mark groans, “Goddammit, I told you all we’re just gonna take a nap until Haechan gets back from his date!”
They just laugh it off, as you both enter his shared room with Haechan and Taeil. Pretty much the same as your room back in sorority house, a spacious room with 3 beds along with wardrobes and study desks. You spot Taeil studying on his desk, with his airpods on. He’s startled when you and Mark entered the room, staring at both of you.
“Oh boy. Do I need to get out-”
“No! No, no, no! Carry on! We don’t do what Lucas does every Saturday, we’re here to take a nap!” Mark quickly explains to Taeil, who looks skeptical, but he carries on studying.
You quickly jump to the bed nearest to you, placing your head on the white pillow. Mark chuckles, “That’s my bed, but it’s okay. You go ahead, I can just sleep in Haechan’s.”
You quickly sit up, “Ah sorry, it’s fine, I can take Haechan’s-”
“No, no. You go ahead.” He smiles, as he lies down on the bed beside you. You smile back at him and sink your head back to the pillow, finally getting some peaceful nap after this morning’s re-sleep failure.
——–
You open your eyes, and the first thing you see is Mark. Startled, you quickly get up from his bed, and watch his sleeping figure on Haechan’s bed. You check your phone, it’s 6.03 PM, and a few missed calls from the girls. New messages? You name it, there are 54 new messages from the group chat.
You don’t want to wake him up, so you decide to sprint out of the Nu Chi Tau house as fast as you can before the girls can blow your phone up any longer now. Thank god the universe is on your side, because Mark’s frat brothers on the ground floor are pretty preoccupied in the kitchen and you can successfully escape.
The trip to your sorority house is not that long, 7 minutes if you sprint, 15 if you walk.
And when you arrive at the door, you can see 5 girls line up at the entrance, with hands folded in front of their chest. You gulp, you’re pretty sure there will be a hell of an interrogation tonight.
“Miss girl, did you use protection?” Giselle starts, you let out a heavy sigh. “Goddammit you guys, I was not-”
“So you mind telling me why were YOU in Nu Chi Tau for 4 hours?” Ryujin continues, and the other girls nod.
Wait. How the fuck do they know that you were in Nu Chi Tau? You literally told Giselle this morning that you were going to spy on Karina- who is now standing right in front of you with 4 other girls, still wearing the same outfit you saw earlier, nothing else. How did they-
Oh yeah.. Fuck iPhones and their Find Friends feature. You forget that you and the girls linked on the Find Friends feature, they can see you wherever you go when they need to know where you are. You gulp, trying to make up an excuse,
“I was-”
“Spying on me, I know. You look like young Edna Mode, having lunch with your sugar daddy, Y/n. Can’t believe you wore that hideous wig.” Karina rolls her eyes,
“You what?! Goddammit Y/n- why would you- ugh, I can’t even finish the sentence.” Lia responds,
And all you can do is blink and crack an awkward smile. “I just wanna make sure you’re having a good time, bestie.”
“Well it looks like you were the one who is having a good time, miss girl. You were missing for HOURS only for us to find you in Nu Chi Tau.” Yeri adds,
You groan and stomp your feet, “Let me clarify. There was nothing happening today except me and Mark spied on Haechan and Karina, and then we went to his house to take a goddamn nap. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Taeil! He saw us sleeping our ass off!”
They chuckle, “We’re not buying it but we totally ship you with Mark, it’s so cute!”
You shrug and roll your eyes, then proceed to head upstairs to wash up. As if it’s that easy. You do like him though, and your friends are blessing you with it. But what about Mark, does he feel the same, though? Again, you and him started as classmates, and then now your mutual friends kinda go out together. Does he see you more than that?
——–
Mark feels something touching his nose, as he opens his eyes, the first thing he notices is Haechan- or he just calls him Donghyuck. His finger poking Mark’s nose bridge like he’s trying to awaken a cat.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Mark startles, getting up immediately, and then stares at his watch, it’s 6.54 PM. He looks around the room, only to meet with Haechan, still wearing the outfit that he saw today, and Taeil, who is now sprawled across his own bed, face covered in his Quantum Physics book. He’s looking for Y/n, but it seems like she is now long gone.
“Your Cinderella left, she’s now at home. Karina told me.” Donghyuck sits on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
Mark gulps, but then can’t help but smile as he glances at his bed. Still messy just like somebody just slept on it a few moments ago, and he can’t wait to go to sleep on it, with the scent of Y/n’s hair sticking on his pillow.
“By the way, dude. If you want a fucking double date, just tell me. It’s embarrassing to see you looking like a man in his 40s with his sugar baby, who happens to be a younger version of Edna Mode.”
Hearing it, Mark can only pinch his nose bridge. Right. That was embarrassing. But he can’t help but think of the event that you spent with him today, it was so fucking eventful.
“Yeah, shit, sorry. I was running out of excuses to hang out with her.”
Donghyuck chuckles as he puts away his phone, “Dude. We were supposed to help each other out, remember? I’m your wingman, and you’re my wingman. Just ask her out or something, I’m pretty sure she’s into you!”
Mark smiles like a fool. “You think so? I don’t know if I was being self-absorbed, but I’m sure she’s into me, like-”
Donghyuck laughs. “There you go! Come on, man!”
“She gives me heebie jeebies, man. But, in a good way.”
Donghyuck lifts one of his eyebrows, “Elaborate?”
“Y’know.. Heebie jeebies… That jittery feeling. But with her, it’s some good heebie jeebies.”
Donghyuck shakes his head, “Mark, you’re weird but I get it.”
———
Sipping your iced coffee on the kitchen counter, you scroll past your Instagram feed, but all those interesting posts just can’t seem to avert you from opening user @onyourm__ark over and over again. You can’t help but stare at his video post from 7 months ago, having a pool party in Nu Chi Tau house, hands linking with Xiaojun while jumping to the pool.
You continue to scroll past his profiles, trying your best to not be stalker-ish by accidentally pressing like on any of his posts.
“Ah, would you look at that… Lovergirl, stalking her Prince Charming on Instagram. How cute.” Karina chimes in as she places her dirty dishes on the sink.
You quickly put your phone away, turning your head to her, “My, my, isn’t it Miss Karina, who went on a date yesterday.”
She chuckles, “About that,”
You glance at her, “Yes?”
“Donghyuck- errr- Haechan thinks that you and Mark should tag along on our next dates.”
You choke on your iced coffee, “Me and who?”
“Mark. Mark Lee. Lee Minhyung. From your Public Speaking Class. From Nu Chi Tau.”
“Karina, dude, you’re not trying to pull a joke on me, aren’t you?”
She shakes her head. “Why would I?”
“I- I don’t know what to say-”
“For fuck’s sake, Y/n. You like him, don’t you? Just go for it, Jesus Christ.”
You blink. You do like him. Maybe is this a sign from the universe that you and Mark should date? Probably, “Yeah. I like him, though.”
She sighs, “Finally. Goddammit.”
You smile at her, unaware of your phone screen, where you accidentally liked Mark’s post from 2014, where he ate salmon with his brother.
On the other side, at the same time, in a different place, Nu Chi Tau’s living room, a blue haired boy is screaming with joy. He was lying on the couch, scrolling on twitter, probably gonna end up collecting memes. But by the time a notification from Instagram is stating that user @thisisnotyn liked his photo, he jumps and clicks on it immediately.
Xiaojun notices his frat brother dancing in the living room like a worm in heat. He’s watching from the stairs as he comes down, Jaehyun makes him go for a grocery run again for the 4th time this week. But this time, he prefers not to bring Jisung and Chenle along, because they’ll be back with 8 packs of oreos and capri suns, again.
“Did somebody accept your marriage proposal?” Xiaojun asks as he fishes out his car key out of his jeans,
Mark turns his head to Xiaojun like a happy puppy, “Dude, she liked my photo from 2014! She visits my Instagram profile!”
Xiaojun is purely confused, “Was that supposed to be significant in your love life with her?”
“Dude, if she visits my Instagram profile THAT deep, it means she’s interested!”
The blonde boy just rolls his eyes as he walks straight to the door, “I hope it’s true. If not, Mark, please, go to a therapist.”
Mark doesn’t care, he’s still joyful. As Xiaojun walks out of the house, Donghyuck rushes downstairs, “Green light. Karina and Y/n said yes.”
With that, Mark couldn’t be more ecstatic. He’s up there in cloud 9.
——-
Since then, Haechan and Karina have been inviting you and Mark to tag along with them. Literally every Friday evening, the four of you always see each other. It all started with the pancake double date, trip to the supermarket just to grab a few drinks, and many more.
But then, you and Mark have been sneaking around a lot too, he started to ask you to go on a late night drive with him a little more often now. It has been going on for 2 months now, and you’re still not sure if he sees you as more than a friend.
Your phone rings, bursting your bubble of thoughts. Ah, speak of the devil. It’s Mark, calling you, in the middle of the night,
“Yeah hello, very ethical, Mark, calling someone in the middle of the night.” You answer the phone with a sarcastic tone, which he’s already used to all of it by now.
“Well maybe if you just look out of your window when I fucking throw rocks on them, I wouldn’t.”
Your heart skips a bit. He what? You quickly leave your big ass textbooks that are lying on your bed and rush to the window. He’s literally right there, wearing the signature green Nu Chi Tau varsity jacket with his hand holding up his phone beside his ear, looking directly at you.
“God- what the fuck are you doing in here? You’re trying to be eaten by Irene, are you? You know if she sees one Nu Chi Tau boy, she will combust-”
“Yeah. I know. So won’t you come down and save me from being eaten by Irene?”
“Yeah, she won’t be able to eat you if I eat you first.” You laugh at him, sticking out your tongue.
“Hey! You-”
You hang up the call and quickly open the bedroom door, leaving the sleeping Giselle and Lia behind. They’re sleeping so soundly after Seulgi and Yeri practically dragged their ass to the tennis court, to play against them.
You run your way to Mark, who is now sitting on the wooden bench that faces your bedroom’s window.. He smiles, like a goddamn fool, but you like it the most. He’s very cute.
“Hi, Mark from Public Speaking class, what brings you here?” You nudge his shoulder playfully as you sit beside him,
He looks at you, and you feel like the whole world is doing its favors to you. It’s one of the best views you’ve ever seen in your life. While seeing you in the middle of the night is considered a regular thing for Mark, actually seeing you this clearly face to face, especially in your own sorority’s house lawn is something he does for the first time. At midnight, he usually sees you in the dark, inside his car, while he’s driving and you’re busy queueing the songs for the drive.
“I- uh.. Um.. Aren’t you cold?” He stammers, taking off his signature green frat varsity jacket, only to reveal he’s wearing a black sweater underneath.
“Uh- no, it’s okay-”
Too late. Mark already snakes his jacket around you, covering your shoulders with the arms of the jacket.
And you can feel your heart beating unusually fast, cheeks spreading heat so rapidly. Little did you know, Mark shares the same experience as you right now. Especially when his arms brush into yours, it feels like you both are going to combust together.
“Okay, dude. State your business or I’m calling Irene.” You joke, trying to relieve the tension,
Mark chuckles. “God- you’re really ruining the mood, I’m trying to be romantic.”
HE WHAT? You almost pop your eyes when he says that, trying to believe what you just heard, and all you can do is just blink, while Mark is now shifting his glance to the sky, trying to avoid your gaze.
“You keep calling me dude, for god’s sake! I can’t let myself stuck in a fucking dude-zone forever.”
You’re still silent. You don’t know what to say, you just can’t believe what you just heard, over and over again. Did he just- did he just fucking-
“I- Um.. Uh.. It’s embarrassing, I-I know, but I just want to let you know, Y/n. That I.. I.. I like you so much,” he stutters again, “and um.. I got this funny feeling when I’m around you- you- you give me heebie jeebies.”
Still no response from you, still trying to convince yourself that this is not a fucking dream.
Mark sighs and starts to grab his own hair in frustration, “Fuck. Now I just ruined our friendship by telling you that I like you- goddammit why am I so reckless? Shit, Y/n, if you don’t feel the same way about me, it’s fine- I swear it’s fine. Oh god- fucking Mark Lee you can’t keep your mouth shut for-”
And while he’s blabbering on his own, you finally take your chance to actually hug him tightly, with his frat jacket still attached to your body. With it, he freezes on the spot.
“Am I giving you the heebie jeebies?” You feel your heart warms as your face fits perfectly on his neck,
And now it’s his turn to fall silent. As a fucking rock.
“What happened? Heebie jeebies got your tongue?”
After the last taunt, Mark pulls away from the hug and cups your face as he squishes your cheeks,
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and you slowly nod.
He pulls you in for a kiss, and you feel like the universe is once again in your favor. His lips are so soft, and taste like watermelon. You can’t even begin to describe the feeling, it’s so comforting, and joyful.
Ah, is this what love feels like?
You pull away from the kiss, staring at his red face, and laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asks as he lets out a little chuckle,
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect for you to like me- I thought it was really a one-sided crush but I was oblivious as fuck.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I was scared of being too bold or too obvious but here you are.”
“Really? Name one thing you hinted.”
He sighs as he starts counting with his fingers, “Dude, I literally asked you to spy on Haechan and Karina when it’s fucking ridiculous. I fucking ask Haechan to ask you and Karina on a double date. I literally drove 7 miles to the taco bell just because you tweeted that you want some taco monstrosity down your tummy. Dude, I poured the maple syrup on your waffle in literal heart shape and you didn’t notice-”
You cackle. Yeah. The waffle one, that’s the best, you thought was drawing a butt on your waffle, but now you know.
“Wait, that was a heart shape? I thought you drew a wholeass butt!”
“Dude, not cool.”
“Hey! You told me I called you dude so many times, and now you call me dude! Do you wanna go back to dude-zone?”
“No, ma'am.”
You laugh, “Stop calling me dude!”
“Okay,babe. Is that what you want now?” He says, placing a soft kiss on top of your head.
Babe. Oh wow. Maybe it is time for your soul to ascend to the sky, isn’t it?
“Shut up.” you pout,
“God, if you keep pouting like this, I’m afraid I need to kiss you again-”
“YEEESSSS!!!” You both hear loud cheer and applause from the sky.
Oop. Is it the universe applauding and cheering for you both, or-
As you both look up in horror, you see the least sight you want to see right now. Your bedroom window is full of girls including Giselle, Ryujin, Karina, Lia, and Yeri. But someone you expected the least actually makes an appearance, Irene Bae.
“Congratulations!” They shout from upstairs, and all you and Mark can do is just freeze on the spot.
“Hi, Mark Lee. Nice to know you’re now dating one of my sisters. Now please get lost before I come down to drag your ass back to that damn house.” Irene speaks, and needless to say, Mark is scared shitless. He’s terrified.
“Yes, Irene.” He nods as he looks at you,
“See you tomorrow, babe. I gotta run.”
You chuckle at him as he is now a goner. He literally sprints his way out of the lawn, terrified of Irene Bae. You stare at the girls’ crowd on your bedroom window, facepalming yourself in frustration, “You girls! I’m having a moment!”
They just laugh and tell you to get inside and spill the full tea. You agree and head inside, totally aware of the frat jacket you’re currently wearing, feeling content as ever as Mark’s scent lingers around you. What he doesn’t know, the heebie jeebies also get into you whenever you’re near him.
On the other side, Mark is running for his life, completely delighted. Intentionally leaving his jacket to you is another strategy to sneak in the middle of the night to the house again, maybe right after the date during the day. Mark feels nothing but heebie jeebies full of happiness.
[21:38] Mark pressed his palm against the middle of your back, pushing your chest against the cool hard wood desk. Using his other hand to yank your skirt and panties off your body. Letting the clothing pool at your ankles.
Running his fingers down your spine, to your ass, then inserting them inside of you. “You belong to me,” you could hear Mark mutter, as he slid his fingers in and out of you. You covered your mouth with both of your hands, fearing that any of your co-workers outside would hear you.
You could hear Mark begin to undo his belt with one hand, his other hand still trying to get you off. Mark’s hand began to move faster, just as you were about to cum, he slid himself in between your walls. Effectively pushing you over the edge, you cumming around his cock. You biting your hand trying to stop any lewd noises from spilling past your lips.
Mark gripped your hip with one hand, sucking your juices off his other hand, as he pounded into from behind. “You taste so sweet, angel,” Mark groaned, as he felt you clenched around him. You felt your thighs begin to shake from the overload of pleasure. Mark ran his fingers up your spine softly, before he got to the base of your neck.
He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, slightly pushing you into the desk, before pulling you up against him. “You belong to me, and I’m the only one that make you feel this good, isn’t that right baby?”
You were so fucked out, that you didn’t initially grace Mark with a response. Barely able to understand his words. Mark not happy with your silence, slid that hand that was on your waist to your core. Taking your clit between his fingers and pinching the bud, causing you to yelp. Your eyes shooting open to look at Mark. Tears began to escape you.
“I asked you a question, angel.”
“I’m sorry,” was your immediate response not remembering Mark’s question.
“I’m the only one that make you feel this good, isn’t that right?” Mark asked again through gritted teeth.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you nodded your head frantically, for him to understand your answer. Mark smirked, this time gently rubbing circles on your clit bringing you to the edge of your orgasm. Bring your face to Mark, pressing a rough kiss against your lips. You felt your yourself reach your peak, cumming around him once again. Mark pushed back down against the desk, chasing his own high now.
Getting your well-deserved rest after a long day didn’t seem to be an option for you today, as you heard someone rather aggressively knocking on your door. Quite a few times more than it was necessary at 11PM, in your opinion.
“What on earth?” you snapped, opening the door with full intend to scold the person responsible for disturbing your peaceful evening.
To be frank, you could’ve expected literally anyone but Mark Lee.
“Hi,” he choked out, breathing heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.
Clearly chilled to the bone, to crown it all. Your irritation melted into a resignation, as you sighed heavily before quickly ushering him inside your apartment. For some reason, his hair seemed to be damp, which caused your irritation to make an appearance once again.
“I always thought that you’re on the smarter side, honey, but it seems that in reality you’re a complete idiot,” you scoffed, already searching for a blanket to help him warm up a little.
Visibly flabbergasted, Mark couldn’t utter a single word, his recent confidence gone the very moment your powerful persona entered the picture. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and he had to admit that you weren’t wrong in the slightest – he looked like a fucking mess.
“Thanks,” he managed to say, rolling his eyes as if offended by your comment.
His words, however, didn’t match his overall bashful behaviour. Deep down, Mark knew that the scolding you were giving him was a well-deserved one.
“You must have been in a hurry. You didn’t even notice that it’s freezing outside, did you?”
Mark looked away, clearly ashamed: he did notice that it was cold, yes, but he didn’t give a single fuck about it – he needed to see you. With another sigh, you handled him the blanket, and sat on the couch, trying to busy yourself with something. In the end, you reached towards the coffee table for a cup of tea you had made for yourself before he appeared on your doorstep, and took a sip of the still warm liquid.
“I had to see you,” he said after a moment of silence, his voice shaking a little.
You didn’t even realize how close he had got to you, but he now stood in front of you, towering over you.
“I can’t take it any more.”
“Take what?” you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.
It took a lot from you to pretend that you didn’t notice his choice of words. In reality, the memory of his hungry expression mere seconds before he had kissed you broke the surface of your mind almost immediately, causing your pulse to speed up slightly. Suddenly you remembered everything about that moment as if it was barely yesterday that the situation had taken place.
“I–I can’t stop thinking about you, about your, well, your touch. You’re appearing even in my dreams,” Mark said, practically stumbling over his words, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
You calmly placed your cup back on the table, making sure that it wouldn’t get in your way in the near future.
“And what exactly am I doing in them?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a smile.
He was standing just a touch away from you.
“Do I touch you?”
“Yes,” Mark breathed out quietly, his darkened expression telling you everything you needed to know about those dreams.
That fact, however, didn’t mean that you’d let such a perfect occasion slip away.
“Where?” you hummed, tugging on the blanket strongly enough for it to drop onto the floor.
“It always starts from the moment I’m sitting on your lap,” he answered in a hoarse voice, his eyes glued to your lips hungrily.
A surprised gasp left his lips as you grabbed him by the waist, and drew him towards you – exactly onto your lap. Due to his dumbfoundedness it wasn’t the most graceful move you had ever pulled on someone, but Mark adapted quickly, setting on your lap comfortably just like the last time.
“Like that?” you murmured, your hands slowly caressing his clothed thighs.
“Yeah, but in my dreams, you also undress me.”
You raised a brow, clearly amused by his shameless behaviour, but you’d lie if you said that you didn’t like it. Staring right into his eyes, you grabbed the hem of his, or rather yours, hoodie and started to slowly lift it up. You found that incredibly sexy that not only he was wearing your clothes, but you were also the one who was about to take them off of him.
“It’s starting rather nicely, doesn’t it,” you mused, swiftly pulling the thick fabric over his head.
Mark nodded with a small smile, the flush on his cheeks deepening in shade as you shamelessly stared at his nicely muscled arms and chest, noting the prominent collarbones, and unblemished skin that practically begged to be marked once again.
“Aren’t you gorgeous,” you sighed, your hands moving up and down his sides a few times before they started to wander over his shoulders and biceps.
It occurred to you that all this time you had seen him as just a boy: Mark had a great personality, really, but he was acting like an insecure boy that wanted to please everyone no matter what, which didn’t sit well with you. Now, however, on your lap was sitting a man, not a boy. A man who, even thought visibly flustered, was confident and determined, a little selfish even, a man who was not afraid to go for something he wanted. You weren’t going to lie – you liked that development quite a lot.
“Look who’s talking,” he answered smoothly, taking one of your hands into his bigger one and placing it on his chest.
“You’re literally making my heart race.”
His rapid heartbeat took you by surprise, but it felt strangely pleasing to know how his body reacts to you. As you were thinking about it, a sinful thought suddenly appeared in your mind.
“Seems like your heart’s pumping a lot of blood right now,” you said lazily, a mischievous tone in your voice.
It took him a moment to get what you were referring to, but when he finally did, he hung his head low, clearly flustered by the implication. After all, his sweats did nothing to hide the already prominent bulge, so you were obviously teasing him.
“Well, it’s not like you’re wrong,” he managed to say in an incredibly embarrassed voice.
If asked, Mark wouldn’t be able to explain why exactly he was reacting like that, but he suspected it was because of you: the way you spoke, the way you were touching him, the way you were looking at him. He often pondered over such turn of events in the seclusion of his bedroom, but it didn’t really occur to him how much of an impact your mere presence would have on him if his fantasies became reality.
“As much as I want to see you naked, there’s something I need to do first,” you said with a smile that made a shiver of excitement run down his spine.
When your lips landed on the skin just beneath his jaw, Mark instinctively threw his head back. One of your arms circled his waist, as the other slipped between your bodies to massage his stiffened cock. Your fingers cupped him through the fabric of his sweats, careful not to hurt him as you started to move your hand along his clothed shaft.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Mark moaned, feeling your lips moving down his neck, undoubtedly leaving more or less visible marks behind.
The way he choked out your name when the tip of your tongue traced the shape of his Adam’s apple made your core clench deliciously. Those soft noises he was making, his cock getting harder by the second under your ministrations, his soft skin that tasted so sweetly on your lips – your body was on fire, and it was all because of him. Mark Lee was driving you crazy.
“Good god, the sounds you’re making make me even more aroused,” you sighed, peppering his collarbones with open-mouthed kisses.
Mark let out a quiet chuckle, hearing your words.
“Well, that’s because you’re making me feel so damn good, and I can’t control myself around you,” he said, throwing his arms around your neck, his lips connecting with yours mere seconds later.
The kiss wasn’t a gentle one, no, it was hungry, aggressive even, full of desire that both of you tried to contain for the past few months. When you bit on his lower lip, he instinctively opened his mouth, giving you the chance to slip your tongue inside. When you were planning a peaceful evening for yourself a few hours ago, you certainly wouldn’t have guessed that you’ll end up with a half-naked man squirming on your lap.
“Honestly, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you chuckled, sucking on his lower lip to earn a sweet moan from him.
“We’re literally just making out, and my pussy’s so fucking wet right now, Jesus.”
“Should I lick it clean then?” he panted out with a smile, placing a sweet peck on your cheek.
His offer took you by surprise, and for a moment you simply couldn’t utter a single word – did he just ask to eat you out, or was it your wishful thinking?
“Oh god, please, forget that I said that,” he mumbled quickly, clearly misinterpreting your momentary silence.
“No,” you shook your head firmly, your voice hoarse to the point where you could barely recognize it.
One of your hands possessively caressed his hipbone through the fabric of his sweats, the other rubbed his thigh in a similar manner. You could feel the shiver that ran through his body, the way his breath speed up slightly when he heard the tone of your voice – he was so deliciously responsive.
“If you think that I’d pass on such an occasion, you’re wrong, Mark.”
“Am I?” he asked, dumbfounded for some reason.
“Surely. I can’t wait to see that handsome face all shiny from my cum, you see.”
Mark swallowed thickly at your answer.
“Now, you’re going to stand up, my love, and kneel in front of me,” you commanded with a soft smile playing on your lips.
There was no doubt that Mark Lee changed a lot during the last few years, but his need to please those he cherished remained all the same. The way he followed your orders, oh, so naturally, made your head spin – it was absolutely delightful.
“Damn, you look so good on your knees, did you know that?” you chuckled, standing up unhurriedly.
You slid down your sweats along with the underwear in one swift motion, and kicked it somewhere to the side. Your fingers quickly found their way into his thick locks: caressing his hair gently at first, only to grab a handful of it and tug harshly a moment later.
“Fuck, harder, please,” he groaned, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Cute,” you commented, his behaviour making you feel even more impatient than you already were.
He’s looking up at you when his tongue slowly parted your folds, skilfully licking and sucking on them for some time before he started to tease your entrance.
“Don’t tease me,” you murmured in a cautionary tone, your hips bucking into his face instinctively.
Mark let out a soft moan when you rubbed your pussy against his lips and nose, the tip of his tongue finally slipping inside you. His hands massaged your thighs, moving to squeeze your butt from time to time, as he licked your pussy like a starved man.
“I like your taste,” he groaned, the low sound resonating in your body.
“And I like it when you taste me,” you hummed, soft whines escaping your lips here and there as he started to place open-mouthed kisses all over your lower lips.
Maybe that’s why you moaned loudly out of sheer surprise when he sucked strongly on your clit. Thankfully, it was already swollen enough for the stimulation to feel good, but you simply didn’t expect that move from him. You weren’t going to complain, though.
“Honestly, I, fuck, I can’t tell if I’m getting close already because you’re so, so fucking talented with your tongue, or I was long gone, ummm, even before you offered to eat me out,” you panted out with a quiet chuckle, at this point just instinctively rubbing your crotch against his face, especially against the tips of his nose.
“Why not both,” Mark answered in a smug tone of voice, his hands firmly holding the back of your thighs as he happily lapped on your labia.
Your legs started to shake not too long after, the tiredness you felt a couple of hours before finally catching on with your body. You could feel the orgasm approaching: it was coming closer and closer, the tension in your body increasing slowly but surely.
“Fuck,” you sighed softly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Your skin felt too tight, too hot, but at the same time you felt completely boneless as your legs were close to giving up underneath you. His hands rubbed the skin of your thighs tenderly, making you feel strangely calm: you were glad for his unspoken support, knowing that he won’t move away until you’re ready.
“That was one fucking orgasm,” you finally said, your fingers raking through his tangled locks.
“I can tell,” he answered, looking up at you to show off his cum-covered face.
“Give me a moment, and I’m gonna thank you for it.”
“No need for that,” Mark murmured, bashfully looking away.
Taking a better look at his crotch, you noticed a dark stain on the fabric.
“At this rate, I’m going to be ready for another round in a matter of minutes,” you laughed out loud, bending forward to press a kiss to his sticky lips.
“If you cum like that just from playing with my pussy a little, then I’m curious what would happen if I took interest directly in your cock.”
Mark swallowed, hearing the mischievous note in your voice – he was in for a long ass ride. Not that he complained, of course.
you first met Mark on a Nature Republic photo shoot where your friend was a hair stylist
she called you frantically because the SM staff caught multiple employees from each department posting on their personal social media stories the location and whereabouts of the members and dismissed them from the site
they were shooting at an island in the middle of nowhere which you were conveniently writing a thesis on different landscapes of South Korea
you had no experience of styling other people and only did it for yourself but you knew you couldn’t leave your friend deserted so you came to help in any way that you could
half of the staff were fired on the spot so they immediately pushed you towards the members to prepare them for their next shoot after threatening legal action if you decided to act as stupidly as the other stylists did
you saw your friend quickly adjusting the collar of theHawaiian shirt that was roughly put on Jaehyun and she gave you an apologetic look and mouthed a ‘thank you’
you were assigned at styling Mark’s hair, which you were scared of because you had never styled a man’s hair before never mind a celebrity but you squared your shoulders and hoped for the best
he was already used to the chaos but he was slightly concerned at how well you would perform considering that your eyebrows were furrowed and had sweat rolling down your temples as you scrunched the ends of his hair with mousse to create beachy waves
every stylist that he met was always either professional and stoic or overly friendly to try and get with the members romantically but he tried to suppress his laughter when he saw your distressed face under your medical mask
in such a stressful and hectic situation, he would never talk to the staff to help them focus but he couldn’t help but strike up a conversation with you
you looked younger than him too so he felt more comfortable
“first time?” he asked with a smile on his face as he looked up at you
your hands stopped in the middle of combing the fluffy mousse through his hair and your face dropped slightly, “you could tell?”
Mark covered his laugh with his hand as he didn’t want to discourage you but couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute expression on your face
“yeah,” he answered but then realized that it came out meaner than he had intended
“but you’re doing a great job! Keep going!” He tried to encourage you by motioning with his hands to continue
you patted his hair into place for finishing touches but you pouted under your mask when you realized, “how would you know? You can’t even see it”
there were no mirrors in sight except for the hand mirrors that stylists held on their belt
he choked on his saliva out of embarrassment and rubbed his hand awkwardly on the back of his neck
“well let’s see then!” He exclaimed and you begrudgingly gave him the hand mirror to see
you were bracing yourself in case he thought you made his hair into a bird’s nest and demanded you to be fired on the spot but he let a “wahh” escape his mouth as he admired the hairstyle
“this actually looks great!” He said a little too excitedly
“we were both expecting it to look bad then, huh?” You joked but really you were relieved that he thought it didn’t look atrocious
Mark shook his head to deny but you held his shoulders in place to not disrupt his hair
his face went pink and you realized that you just touched a client, a very influential client
you lifted your hands off of him quickly and stepped back so that he could stand up from his chair and go in front of the cameras to prepare for the shoot
“thank you” he said and you both exchanged bows before awkwardly getting back to work
you stayed on the set with your friend for the rest of the day until the sun went down and the sky turned a bright pink from the previous ocean blue
luckily, that was the last hair and clothes change that NCT needed and everyone started to pack up after the photographer and managers shouted “thank you for your work” and everyone bowed and clapped to each other
while each member started to load into their vans to get back to the city for their next schedule, Mark ran up to you and asked if you were apart of the SM staff or were for hire from another beauty boutique
“oh, I just came last minute,” you said
“I’m not actually licensed for this I came to help”
he let out a disappointed “oh” and decided not to take your number down since it was unprofessional and knew that after the fiasco today that there could be anyone around to expose him if he did
“good night, see you around,” he said in hopes that he would see you again
you doubted that he would see you around but you repeated what he said and waved at him as he ran into the van
the other members were confused as to why he ran off to greet you and were ready to tease him since they noticed that you were his type physically
but he knew that they were about to so he lied and said that he forgot to take a bracelet from you and pretended to fall asleep so that they couldn’t question him further
you thought about that was a once in a lifetime experience until 2 weeks later the campaign was a hit and everyone was fawning over Mark specifically since he looked like boyfriend material in a white button up shirt and blue jeans with messy beach hair
your friend called to tell you that she recommended you as a freelance hair stylist after they asked her who did Mark’s hair
as a broke college student living in another country you took the offer but felt guilty getting an amazing job with no credentials so you got licensed at a beauty school within 2 months
the next time you saw Mark was on the Punch music video set
he had everything on except makeup and hair
you were taken aback at how different he looked with the leather pieces, chain jewelry, and overall bad boy vibes
he was sitting in front of the dressing room vanities and his face lit up when he saw you stand behind him with your cart of hair products and tools
usually he’d stay still in his chair but this time he turned around to face you, “hey! I thought you said you weren’t even licensed?”
“I decided to after getting offered a job” you smiled
he turned around and looked at you through the mirror’s reflection, “or did you come back because of me?”
you coughed through your mask and felt the heat creep from your neck all the way to your cheeks and temples
Mark smiled to himself when he saw your bright red face and was even more excited for the music video shoot knowing that the stylist he thought was cute would be doing his hair on a regular basis and could see him act cool on stage
to not let you out of his sights again, Mark pulled his phone off of the vanity table in front of him and went straight to his Instagram search page, “can I have your Insta by the way?”
you were combing the translucent gel through his hair when you tilted your head out of curiosity of why he would want your socials
“I send what kind of hairstyles and concepts I’d like to try to stylists on here,” he said
in actuality Mark wasn’t one of the idols that really cared of how his stylists dressed him like Johnny or Jaehyun but he wanted an excuse so that his interest in you was too obvious
“oh sure,” you spelled out your Instagram handle and you saw him follow you right away
for the rest of the shoot for the two days that it took place, Mark would admire you every time you came up to him between scenes to wipe the sweat off his forehead and to spray his hair with setting mist
although you were a fan of the group, you didn’t want to make them uncomfortable so you invested all of your focus on making them look their best
Mark appreciated that; you weren’t completely cold and professional but you also didn’t cross any boundaries by asking him about his personal life or interviewing him like some new stylists did
when you got home you decided to look at Mark’s profile and saw that he was only following his family, friends from Vancouver, idols friends, and a few celebrities that he looked up to
you were the only staff member that he was following other than his managers
but you didn’t think for a second Mark liked you
even though during promotions he would text you on his time off about your day and ask you about yourself
“because I don’t want to be to formal” was his excuse to his unofficial game of 21 questions
even though after promotions when he was on his break, he’d ask you to go shopping with him “to get some inspiration from uh hair stuff”
at one point he was bold enough to ask you to go to a cafe because he said he felt like you two were friends at one point
behind the scenes, Johnny caught on quickly at how Mark was on his phone more often when he’d usually just use it to play mobile games or listen to music
“I don’t think you left the bracelet with the pretty stylist,” Johnny would tease Mark one day when he saw him re-reading your texts and smiling to himself
“you left your heart,” he’d say and slap himself on the knee from laughing too hard at his own joke
“can you get out of my room?” Mark would retort in embarrassment but it was worse for him from there
Johnny told both floors that Mark had a big fat crush on the young stylist and was flirting with them 24/7
Mark wasn’t really the type to get in his feelings
sure he’d find different celebrities or employees that he’d work with attractive but he knew it was for business or that they’d just be really good friends in the industry
but you felt like home
like he could imagine that if he was back in Vancouver that you two would meet at a library or something and he’d ask you for a coffee after you asked him to watch your bag to go to the washroom
that was what he’d imagine before he went to sleep at night anyways
half of the time he’d stay up thinking about asking you out officially and keeping your relationship as a secret and the other half of the time he’d kick his blankets scolding himself for even thinking that because it would put both of your careers on the line and he didn’t want you to feel the burden of dating in secret
you also had feelings for Mark but thought that he was just friendly and flirty
even if he did have feelings for you, you thought that it would be best to just stay as friends because you didn’t want to get in the way of his career
one day Mark couldn’t take it anymore and went to the convenient store by himself instead of riding bikes with Haechan and Renjun like he originally planned to
they noticed that he didn’t get embarrassed or annoyed at the teasing anymore and just kept to himself so they followed him to the store and found him outside on a bench with a beer in his hand
both of them sat beside him and Haechan grabbed the beer and took a swig, “just tell her”
Mark placed his elbows on his knees and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I don’t want to ruin it for us… Or for her”
Renjun placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “if you both have strong feelings for each other then it’ll always work out in the end”
Mark shook his head although he appreciated the support, “what if the stress gets us to break up? What if I make it awkward for her at work?”
Haechan stopped him and told him sternly, “I see the way you two look at each other and I know that she’d accept if you asked. If the press or pressure causes you to break up then at least you tried.”
Renjun added on more gently, “do you just want to continue suffering forever? What if she’s waiting for you too?”
Mark didn’t want to think about it any longer and as a lightweight, the 2 cans of beer in his system were already giving him courage
if he had another night to think about it, he’d probably never confess to you so he decided in his tipsy state to confess right then
with urgency, he told you to meet you at Hangang River right away
“thank you guys,” he said while standing up too quickly
he stumbled a little bit before starting to walk towards the meeting place, “I can do it!”
“you can do it!” Renjun laughed while holding up too fists to show his support
Haechan on the other hand held up his phone and started to record Mark walking clumsily towards the river, “don’t mess up loser!”
you were finishing up on your readings when you got Mark’s text
it sounded like he was going to confess but you shook the thought out of your head at the thought of a global star asking you out
“probably wants to de-stress with a friend,” you thought before putting on a hoodie and jeans before walking to Hangang
when you arrived you could smell a mixture of beer and mint in his breath
His face was flushed pink which was a result of the alcohol and the 2.2km he had just walked
“why did you call me out all of a sudden?” You asked
“will you go out with me?” He said a little bit too loudly
you quickly looked around to make sure that no one was within a kilometre near you too and asked in a hushed voice, “what?”
“I like you!” He nearly shouted, not aware of his volume due to the nervousness of the chance of rejection
“I tried not to like you ever since I met you but I can’t get you out of my head,” he avoided your gaze and couldn’t believe how cheesy he sounded
Mark continued regardless, “I know that we have to date in secret if you do like me but I promise to protect you and I won’t regret my decision if anything happens. So uh-”
“yes,” you grinned. “I’ll go out with you”
he was surprised at how you accepted with ease, “oh wow I wasn’t expecting this. Thank you for listening to me talk on haha, I don’t even know what to say I-”
to stop his blabbering you held onto his arms to steady yourself for when you went on your tippy toes to peck him on the lips
“that’s not fair” he pouted
“what’s not fair?”
“that’s it?” He murmured under his breath
“then get some more” you teased
his hands cupped the sides of your face and bent his neck down to reach your height
your hand wrapped around his waist to pull him into a hug while his warm lips pressed onto yours
[12.05 pm] Mark finished today’s practice, covered in sweat and exhausted beyond limits. Being an idol had it’s ups and downs and some days were harder than others; today being one of them. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind and he couldn’t help but smile softly to himself when he pictured you as a small blanket burrito, sleeping on the bed, your cheeks cutely smashed against the pillows just like they always were when you were sleeping. He couldn’t help his heart from thumping a bit harder in his chest at the realization that soon enough, he’d be in bed, in the arms of the person that made his bad days bright, the person that made all of his worries go away, the person that was his home.
[12.00 am] You and Mark chasing Pokémons in the middle of the night, both too competitive to stop, even if you knew that you’d be hearing it from your managers when you got back to your dorms.
SUMMARY. wherein mark lee finds you drunk for the first time and promises to himself that he should make sure that you never get wasted ever again.
PAIRING. mark lee x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, humor, fluff, suggestive, drunken mistakes that would probably make you cry in real life. WARNINGS. swearing, alcohol consumption, mature content (sexual & explicit jokes about fingers and — u get the gist) please read at your own discretion. WORD COUNT.1.6k.
REQUESTED BY. anon. hello to the person who requested this! hope you like this vv short piece of nothing but head empty mark ur so cool i like u. TAGLIST.@blossom-rea@nctdom @melonadeski @sweetjaemss@wooyoung-a@byunfirstlady
NOTE. put a finger down if you’re down bad for mark lee. thank u to my alcoholic friends and that one facebook post for inspiring me couldn’t have done this without u.
YOU WERE NEVER ONE TO SUCCUMB TO THE WORLDLY TEMPTATIONS OF ALCOHOL. Mark Lee knew this well. You’ve always complained when one of your friends would splash their intestines onto someone else’s carpeted apartment, you’ve always hated the entire morning you’d lose thanks to your mind-splitting hangovers and/or having to clean up after everyone else’s mess, and you’ve always dreaded watching your friends making a fool out of themselves while under the influence. This did not mean that you never drank, however.
Whenever you had to drink so that you didn’t ruin the mood— such as tonight, when the students from your department decided to celebrate the end of midterms— you controlled your pace and knew your limits very well. Never has Mark seen you tipsy before, much less drunk.
Which is why he was absolutely shocked when he walked in the bar and saw you giggling all over the table with Lee Taeyong. He took a moment to wipe his glasses with his shirt before blinking and making sure he wasn’t seeing things.
He wasn’t. That was you, absolutely wasted that people from ten feet away can immediately tell.
Welcome to GLITCH MODE; an rpg starring none other than the nct dream members! In each mission, you will take on the role of a new character and play through the story quest to reach the end!
[MAIN MENU]: from controllers and professional gaming pc’s, to head sets and twitch subs— the boys have it all. competitive, smart and ever ready to win, they begin to realize that there’s another prize lying out in the real world for them, the prize of your heart.
[SETTINGS]: fluff, angst, gamer! au, streamer! au, various trope pairings, fluff, angst, comedy, romance, suggestive, food, profanity, etc. warnings and themes will be added with every individual fic.
[DURATION]: speedrun: 3k | playthrough: 9k
[NEW GAME]:START(latest release)
▸ | na jaemin
version:streamer! jaemin, gamer! jaemin, friends with benefits au, profanity, fluff, slight comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Na Jaemin has always been player 1, the one at the top of the player chart with all the wins and everything he could possibly want. Being the best sometimes got to his head and unfortunately for you, you were the girl who was hopelessly in love with him, eager to please. It’s sad really, the fact he only ever saw you as player 2.
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▸ | lee donghyuck
version: streamer! hyuck, gamer! hyuck, established relationship au, profanity, comedy, fluff, slight angst duration:tba closed beta test: Your boyfriend is sweet and considerate, always looking out for you and making sure to be there for you. You had met him in one of your college classes and although you had been with him for over two years, sometimes you wonder if he loved his PlayStation 5 more than he loved you.
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▸ | lee jeno
version:gamer! jeno, streamer! jeno, enemies to lovers but also friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Lee Jeno is the epitome of everything you could ever hate, and the feeling is mutual. You’ve competed in almost everything against each other, determined to gain the upper hand. On a totally unrelated note, that fun streamer you’re pretty good friends with is thinking about doing a face reveal.
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▸ | zhong chenle
version: gamer! chenle, streamer! chenle, friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, mutual pining, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Zhong Chenle wasn’t the type of guy to get nervous easily. He had known his worth ever since he was a little kid, so it wasn’t often that he found his palms sweating and words stumbling over each other. The only time that happened was when you were involved.
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▸ | mark lee
version: gamer! mark, streamer! mark, strangers to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Mark Lee was popular, there was no doubt about that. Being one of the most relevant twitch streamers tended to do that to you in the online world as well as the offline one. That popularity led to a plethora of people falling for his sweet demeanor and pretty smile, so you knew that winning his heart would be a challenging game it itself.
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▸ | huang renjun
version:gamer! renjun, streamer! renjun, exes to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: You’re heard of crying in the club, now get ready for crying on your DS! There was only one person in the world who managed to get you doing that and it was none other than your darling ex-boyfriend; Huang Renjun. The world hates you though, because you end up having to compete against him in a gaming competition. Using a DS.
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▸ , | park jisung
version:gamer! jisung, streamer! jisung, best friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst, duration:tba closed beta test: Jisung was the complete opposite of you, he liked peaceful games like animal crossing and you liked league. He liked story based games and you liked horror. Too bad that he was head over heels for you, because if there was one this both his viewers and you liked to do, it was to make him suffer.
MARK.always notices everything about you no matter how small the change is, of course he’s going to notice. “new sweater?” he realizes it looks familiar, but he can’t quite place where he’s seen it before. “mark, this is yours.” immediately just stops and looks at you in confusion; he’s sure he would’ve recognized it if it were his. “oh!” he almost yells, his face brightening up. “it’s jungwoo’s, he probably forgot it in my room.” your eyes widen, “i’ll take it off then,” but mark’s hands stop you. “i’m sure he won’t mind.” yet there’s a weird, lingering feeling in his chest
RENJUN. “renjun,” despite only having called his name, said boy is already rolling his eyes. “you’re cold, aren’t you?” you nod your head, a sheepish smile on your face. “im not giving you my sweater, i told you it was going to be cold.” “whatever, ill just ask hyuck. his hoodie looks comfortable.” grabs at your hand and pulls you back, a scowl present on his face. “you dummy! i knew you’d get cold so i brought an extra one.”
