Part 6: The Geek
Starring: Mark Lee
Summary: A certain boy can't seem to keep quiet after being warned countless times. Y/n was able to hold him off but the more he continued to talk she realized she needed to bring out her big guns and make an important call. She also starts to realize some mixed feelings are beginning to get in the way of her plans. In an attempt to stop this feeling, she slowly starts to lose her friend. Replacing him with a slightly older boy with glasses.
Warnings: Smut, Oral (F.m receiving) Fingering, Sugesstive, Tension Build and Manipulation.
Words: 8.7k
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"Who's been talking?" you asked Jisung. You both sat in your living room on the carpet. Two hot cups of tea placed in front of both pog you. Jisung sipped his tea nervously before he spoke gulping the hot liquid before he spoke. You waited your finger tapping on the glass coffee table. Your dog emerged from the front door onto the couch just beside Jisung who sat in front of the white couch.
He sighed placing the cups down.
"Haechan-"
"That little cunt. I knew he would open his mouth. Probably pissed at me still," you began but Jisung waved his hands motioning for you to slow down.
"It's not just him," he said. "He only started talking when Johnny pressed him for information," he said.
"Why would Johnny press him? I haven't even got to him yet," you asked trying to remember a point where he could have seen or heard you. You thought you were being careful.
"Doyoung told him you were looking for me yesterday when you thought I was the one talking," he said. Saying the last part quietly. You hummed crossing your arms over your chest. You felt the warm fire from the fireplace on your back as you tapped your finger on your arm. You shook your head tongue poking your cheek.
“That little shit,” you said in disbelief. Your eyes found Jisung’s. “He has to be next,” you said standing up. Jisung unsure of what you were doing grew nervous. He jumped up following you to your room. “He can’t be,” he began right on your heels as you walked into your closet.
“Remember the plan,” he said trying to collect your attention. You huffed going through your clothes. You had found an outfit yanking it off the rack. You placed it on the couch removing your shirt. Jisung’s eyes widened at the sight of your bare torso breast still covered by your black bra.
“Y/n please just stick to the plan,” he begged refocusing his attention to the bigger picture. You sighed sticking your arms through the hole of the blouse. You were ignoring Jisung’s request. Instead jumping ahead of your perfectly planned plan because of a slip-up. You buttoned up every button pulling a sweater vest over your head. Your pants were next to go.
Jisung cleared his throat catching your pajama pants. You stopped letting out a frustrated huff.
“What?” You asked annoyed.
“Y/n please relax,” he said placing your pants down on the couch. “Just stick to plan okay? You just have to get to Mark and then Doyoung is after. Can you just wait?” He asked trying to reason with you.
You shook your head pulling your skirt on. “You don’t get it. If I don’t do this now my head won't stop playing the same scenario in my head. Jeno going to my father telling him what I’ve done, him making me leave school and taking away any opportunity I had at showing him I can be powerful enough,” you confessed. Jisung raised a brow stepping towards you.
“Powerful enough?” He asked not sure by what you meant. You nodded letting the black belt in your hands fall on the pink couch.
“He doesn’t think I’m capable I’m owning the company. He thinks not only am I a girl,” you say with a small shrug. You plop down on your couch Jisung sitting beside you. “But I’m even less powerful than some summer intern, less powerful than a child,” you said with a frown. You rest your head on your hand. Your elbow resting on the top of the couch.
Jisung kept his eyes on you. Listening to your every word. He understood how you felt. Being surrounded by powerful people made you feel powerless. He knew the feeling all too well.
"If Doyoung and Haechan keep talking then all of this was for nothing," You said a lump forming in your throat. Jisung's heart swelled in the last couple of months he's seen you happy, angry, even scared but never sad. You quickly wiped away a tear that formed at the corner of your eye.
"I can't let them win Jisung," you said finally looking into his eyes. You sat closer to him. Jisung moved closer to you as well resting his arm behind you. You crawled into his side face meeting his chest. There you let your tears fall in his warmth. He just held you close in your bright pink closet.
"I just can't. After what they've done to me and my friends, other girls too," you said whimpering into his chest. His arm fell rubbing your side. He didn't speak, he made no sounds, he just held you closely as you cried into his chest.
After some time you let go of Jisung pulling your legs up to the side of the couch. You cracked a smile red puffy eyes looking into Jisung's calm brown eyes. You chuckled causing him to chuckle as well. You wiped a few of your tears with the back of your hand.
"I'm such a mess," you claim with a sad smile. Your head fell eyes meeting your hands. Jisung hesitantly brought up his thumb wiping a tear that slipped past your cheek. The pads of his fingers gently hold onto your chin lifting your head. He smiled softly wiping another tear that fell.
"Y/n you may be somewhat of a mess," he said with a light chuckle. You copied his motions a small smile forming on your pink lips.
"But you are a beautiful, real, intelligent, and extraordinary mess. And I wouldn't change that or ask for a better friend," He said honestly hand holding the back of your neck. Your cheek rubbed against his palm. You felt exposed and for the first time in your life, the exposure felt new, fresh even.
It felt like he was staring right into your soul. After only a few months Jisung saw the good in you, everything you refused to see in yourself. Every ugly thing Jeno pointed out in you that sat at the pits of your stomach right now didn't matter. The pit of darkness replaced by a million butterflies by Jisung is what matters to you right now.
So you leaned in close to him. Guiding your body further to his frame. He leaned back as your lips inched closer to his. Your eyes fluttered shut lips grazing his. Jisung felt his heart skipped a beat. His breath hitched in his throat. His fingers grazed his thighs covered in denim. Your faint breath touched his lips. He wanted to kiss you, badly, it was the very thing he pictured in his mind every morning and every night but he couldn't. He couldn't kiss you, not now, not when you are hurting and need someone to comfort you.
He placed his hands on your shoulder gently pushing you away. You sat back down on the couch eyes open. You shook your head standing up from the couch. "I'm sorry," you apologized repeatedly as you walked off in your bedroom. Just behind you, the curtain was pulled open by your maid the rising sun blaring into your bedroom and shining on your skin. You turned to the window half-dressed staring towards the sun exposing your flaws for the world to see.
Jisung appeared from your closet finding you in front of the window. The maid sent a slight bow as she left. You turned to Jisung as he slowly walked over to you, reaching out his hand to touch you. You let out a breath.
"I'm ready for Mark," you said causing Jisung to let his hand fall and let out a shaky breath. You adjusted yourself giving him one last glance before you walked away.
"I'll see you later," you said as you walked into your bathroom away from Jisung letting him let himself out.
That was the last time the two of you spoke.
A few days passed. You had taken some time to yourself as well as attending to Jeno, after all, Mark was easy to find. Every Wednesday from four p.m. to six p.m. he spent his time in the Video Game club. The university had many clubs, this was one of the more popular ones. Mark and Haechan were club members, and Jisung also had a spot in the club. Today you were going to join the video game club.
While the club was popular it was very hard to get into. The leader of the club is Mark and to get into the club they had to defeat him, Haechan, and Jisung in a round of whatever game of your choice. However, were not allowed to choose who you played against. Most failed very few could get past Jisung or Mark. Haechan was the best gamer in the club, you'd have to beat him to get in.
You were already prepared for Haechan to pick you, after discovering you were not the one playing the games with him during your time together. You were looking forward to beating him, for real this time in a virtual reality.
Haechan was just an obstacle you needed to pass to get to Mark.
You bought on a fresh new outfit deciding a much more laid-back vibe would be more suitable. Wearing your low-rise blue jeans with a cropped sweater you wore your hair down finishing the outfit with a pair of sneakers. You walked down the hallway next to Wendy who followed you to the club, as your support.
You let out a breath once you reached the room turning the door handle. Everyone in the dark room turned to look at you. Gasp left their lips seeing you enter the room, computers, and large monitors illuminated their surprised faces upon seeing you enter. Haechan pushed past a few people who stood around his desk to get to you.
"What are you doing here?" he asked shocked with a mixture of anger in his tone. You scoffed, "I'm here to join the video game club," you said with a smile on your lips. Haechan sneered a scoff leaving his lips. He jerked his chin forward judging you. He looked at you up and down a cocky look on his face.
“Really? Are sure you're not just plotting. Who's next? Huh. Mark? Jisung?" he asked getting Mark's attention. Mark walked over placing a hand on Haechan's shoulder. He looked over at you apologetically.
"I'm sorry. You'll have to excuse this guy. He's rude to everyone," he defended. You went to speak but Haechan cut you off.
"I'm not being rude I'm being honest. She's just here to hook up with you so she could cross you off her list and if it's not you first it's Jisung," he said pointing behind you. Jisung walked in standing by your side confused as to what was happening. He knew you were coming today, he also assumed Haechan would give you a hard time. He just didn't think he'd call you out.
Mark touched Haechan's shoulder, gripping it this time. Haechan winced in pain smacking Mark's hand away, rubbing on his skin. He whined releasing a huff. He shrugged pointing at you again.
"What did I say? She's just some fucking Easy A," he said hand waving up and down pointing out your entire body to everyone who was listening. You huffed your face starting to feel hot. Wendy sneered walking up to Haechan and shoving him.
"Haechan," Mark called when he saw Haechan walk over to her. You stood in front of him arms crossed over your chest. Mark walked over leaning Haechan. "Dude, I think you should go," he said. Haechan brushed him off to walk away but you held your ground.
"No," you said causing everyone to look at you. Haechan stopped letting out an annoyed huff. "I want to play Overwatch," you said a smirk forming on your lips. Everyone gasped shaking their heads at your choice. Haechan is known for being the best in that game. He had even defeated one of the best players, Jungkook, a few years back.
Jisung noticed the small gleam in your eyes hiding his smile. Haechan turned back around walking towards the front of the classroom.
"Fine but you play against me," he said walking to his set up. You set your bag down on an empty desk, Wendy's placing her stuff beside yours as you followed Mark. Everyone gathered around as they set up, including Jisung. Haechan wore a cocky grin on his lips the whole time.
The pure joy he'd receive from crushing you was all he needed for him to forget you. Knowing he beat you in something, knowing he made you feel like shit and couldn't get into the club. Knowing you couldn't trick his friend.
He felt proud knowing he'd destroy you.
Two bad like always you two steps ahead. Because for months Jisung had trained you. Playing games with you almost every night, and into the morning to prepare you for Haechan. While that first time you played Jisung played for you, you figured you’d learn how to play Overwatch and other games they all liked just in case of the event. Turns out you had a secret talent.
Once the game starts Haechan barely even tries while you click buttons, brows furrowed concreting on the screen. Wendy who had no clue what was happening in the game cheered you on while everyone waited for Haechan to destroy you. They weren't hoping for your downfall just against him no one stood a chance.
However, you watched from the corner of your eye as his character started to die and the anger mixed with fear and confusion formed on his face. Now it was your turn to be cocky, even if you weren't the one playing, you were happy he was losing. Haechan and his ego annoyed you more than seeing Si Cheng every Thursday in your English class.
Mark watched from the sidelines a smile on his lips. An impressed smirk on his lips as he watched you play.
The people in the room began cheering for you and it was the first time in months you heard anyone on your side. You assumed it was because you were beating Haechan. His character was dying and you felt a smirk tug against the corner of your lips. You glanced over now seeing his fingers tap harder on the keyboards trying his best to desperately stay alive.
The people surrounding you are both now excited. They watched closer shocked mixed with curious faces. Gasping when your character was easily taking his own. Some people trying to figure out when you became so good at playing games. Others felt that because you had such a hidden talent there was more to you than you let on. And a few others just cheered you on also losing to Haechan in the past and wanting to see him get destroyed.
Your tongue poked the inside of you both as you typed furiously on the character. You clicked on only a few final buttons watching as his character slowly started to die. Your tongue poked the inside of your mouth. Your feet gripped onto the button of your shoe, your body leaning forward. You were so close you could taste it. With a few more taps and clicks you watched his character die losing the game.
His eyes widened shaking his head. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He held onto the monitor shaking it lightly even tapping the screen just to make sure it wasn’t true. No way he lost. And not only did he lose but he lost to you, of all people, why did he have to lose to you?
His head fell as he accepted defeat and therefore had no choice but to grant you access to the club. He sucked his teeth as he handed you, your very own controller lazily placing it in your hand almost falling to the ground. You caught it glaring at him. He stared back at you as you walked over to him. You leaned down close to his level eyes never leaving his.
"That's what happens to rats," you whispered for his ears only. His breath hitched and his eyes widened. You could hear his heart skip a beat from how close you were to him. You smirked pulling away.
"Trust me the worst has yet to come. I'm giving you one last shot. Keep your mouth shut," you warned. He eyed you breathing heavily as he grabbed his things making a straight dash to the front door.
You smiled a wicked smile as he left soon letting it fall replacing it with a much softer smile and letting the cheers from the people around you stain his chest and flood your ears.
Afterward, people returned to their games. Jisung sitting next to a few people including a girl. The girl was a little shorter with long wavy brown hair. She had brown doe eyes and flushed pink lips. She sat beside him as they played together her side bumping into his every time he beat her. He blushed when her hand touched his. She pulled his controller from him giggles echoing from her throat.
You swallowed a lump that sat in your throat. Your arms crossed over your chest as you tried to look anywhere else in the room. But it felt like every computer screen kept shining in their direction. You sucked on the inside of your cheeks trying to pry your eyes away in any way you could. You felt a pinch in your stomach when his eyes never left her frame.
You were going to look away having enough of the current display of affection that took place a couple feet away from you. Jisung hadn't even noticed you staring, he didn't even feel your eyes on him. You frowned poking the inside of your mouth with your tongue.
Why did you even care? As far as you know and remember you were using him to get close to his friends. The same boys he was still friends with, he still even joined their clubs. So why does this even bother you when it shouldn't? He was making you feel the same way you felt last night. It made you feel sick to feel this way. You wanted nothing more than to leave.
Just as you were about to walk away Mark came into your view. He stood slightly taller than you a pair of frames sitting on his face. He sent you a warm smile. When your eyes meet him, his smile falls. He rubbed the back of his neck swallowing hard. His arms fell nervously but not like how Jisung acted around you. Mark could look you in the eyes and stand close enough to you without breaking out in a sweat.
"I just wanted to start by saying I'm sorry," he said with an apologetic frown. He fiddled with his fingers but kept his eye on your eyes. "Haechan can be a bit of a dick," he began with a soft chuckle.
"And it's not an excuse," he said with a shrug. "But ever since he got dumped by some girls he's been worse," he said hoping you'd understand. You let out a breath a smirk on your lips. "It's not an excuse," you responded. "Also you don't have to apologize on his behalf. He's in the wrong, right? He should be the one to say sorry," you said. Mark nodded a small laugh leaving his lips. He shook his head understanding. He let out a disappointed sigh to himself. He knew you were right.
"I have a habit of apologizing," he said with a nervous rub of his neck.
You chuckled. "It's okay," you said. There was a small pause of silence until Mark spoke up. "Anyways I should probably go back to"
"Mark," you called as he slowly backed away. A small smile on your lips.
"Yes," he said back almost instantly.
"I heard that new Spider-Man game out, did you get it?" you asked him. He widened his eyes looking into yours. "Are you kidding dude? I finished it the day I got it," he said excitedly. He had no clue you were a fan of games until this afternoon and he had no clue you enjoyed Spider-Man like he did. You pursed your lips impressed.
"Well I'm still new to the game but I was hoping you could come over and help me out. I know tonight is Jeno's party and everything but he wouldn't mind if we sat this one out," You said stepping closer to him and grabbing your purse from the table.
Mark gulped thinking about it for a moment. You were Jeno's girl meaning you were completely off limits. But this was just a video game, a Spider-Man video game. What could be less innocent than that?
Mark smiled nodding. "Okay. I'll come over," he said. "What time?" he asked. "Eight," you responded. "Here," you said handing him your phone. He put in his number handing it back to you. "I'll text you the address," you said walking past him. He sent you a small wave turning around. His smile faded when he saw Jisung watching you leave.
Jisung hadn't even noticed Mark's stares. Instead, he stood up from the girl beside him and followed you out the door. Wendy is not too far behind.
You sat in your car your head against the wheel. You shut your eyes letting out small breaths in the silence of your car. You used the silence to think. Think about what you'd like to do next, after Mark. Mark would be last on the list, the last of the group that would be easy.
Doyoung was supposed to be just as easy but now that he wishes to protect his friends he's made everything even more complicated.
You let out a sigh hearing the passenger seat open and then close. You assumed it was Wendy and when you looked over it was. The car door behind hers opened and then closed you turned seeing Jisung sitting in the back. Wendy placed a friendly hand on your thigh rubbing it gently.
He remained quiet as did Wendy. You started the car leaving the school. You sighed flashing your eyes in the mirror to Jisung. He sat back staring outside the window. You looked away chewing on the inside of your mouth. Wendy eyed the both of you with a confused look on her face.
"Okay, what is going on?" she asked the both of you. You remained quiet glancing at Jisung who was already looking at you. You huffed shaking your head.
"Nothing," you responded stopping your car a block away from the frat. Jisung recognized the area. Normally when you dropped him off and he sat beside you listening to music or talking about life this would be the saddest part of the journey. The part where he had to leave. This time it didn't feel sad, it just felt like the end.
He hesitated to speak. That morning he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so badly that it took every muscle and working brain cell in his body to stop himself from letting his lips touch yours. His body burned down to the pits of his stomach from how close you were to him. But it wasn't right. You were hurting and he didn't have to take advantage of your pain.
He wanted you to know that. He wanted you to understand that he didn't avoid you because he disliked you but because he liked you so much it hurt it to give you every part of him knowing he wouldn't get any part of you.
"It wasn't nothing," he said frustrated his tone catching your attention. Your eyes perked but you remained facing the front of your car. You pulled your sunglasses over your head lips pursed. Wendy faced him scanning her eyes to you for a brief moment. She sighed turning back to Jisung.
"Then what is it?" she asked slightly annoyed. Jisung looked over at you. You still weren't speaking. He shook his head realizing you weren't going to talk.
"Nevermind. She is right, nothing happened," he said opening your car door and slamming it shut. The minute he stepped out you waited. Waited until he turned the corner of his street then you drove off.
"That was not nothing," Wendy said now concerned.
You sighed. "I tried to kiss him and he pushed me away. I didn't want to say anything because I wasn't ready to talk about it," you said finger tapping on the steering wheel. Your tongue poking the inside of your mouth. You shook your head. "I have so much on my plate already with Jeno and the rest of the boys opening their mouths," you paused. "I can't deal with that right now," you said now approaching Wendy's place.
"You like him don't you?" she asked. You sighed shaking your head.
"I can't," you said. She turned away not bothering you with any more questions and instead let you take her home.
You set up your living room perfectly. The PlayStation was fresh out of the box and set up, with the help of Ten. You changed clothes by switching your skirt and blouse to a more relaxed fit. Wear a velour deep purple tracksuit and soft white socks on your feet.
You hummed at the warm feeling the suit provided you. You had even lightened up your makeup, after your shower, settling for a more natural look. Your shaved legs felt soft against the fabric. You almost wanted to cancel from how comfortable to felt, but you didn't.
You looked over at your clock. Seven fifty-one. You walked over to your coffee table picking up the game. You placed the disk inside the system just after turning it on. You let the game set up turning off a few lights and lighting a few peppermint candles before you heard a knock at your door. You smiled placing the last candle down and walking to your door.
You knew today you had to be careful. Mark may have turned a blind eye to what Haechan said earlier, doesn't mean you are in the clear yet. You still had Jeno right on your tail no matter how hard you tried to shake him off. He knew you held a higher power over his head which is why he never dared to overstep the line you had drawn between you two. But now he felt a part of him had nothing to lose and everything to gain from your downfall. All you had down was buy yourself time, hopefully, enough time to make sure you took Si Cheng down, Jeno would fall right down with him.
You smiled checking the peephole and seeing Mark. You picked up your infamous perfume from beside your bag spraying a few sprits on your neck and wrist. You rubbed the liquid into your skin then you unlocked the door. You opened the door wide, wide enough for him to step inside. He greeted you with a friendly smile. You closed the door behind him.
"Can I get you anything?" you asked as Mark removed his shoes. He placed his shoes by the front door. He shook his head waving his hand. "I'm okay," he said following you to your couch. You frowned a crease in your brow. "Are you sure?" you asked again. Mark sighed with a small shake of his head, a small smile forming on his pink lips.
"Water is fine," he said. You nodded walking off to grab him a water.
When you returned he was standing in front of your window the curtain pulled back. He turned to you as you handed him the glass an amazed look on his face. "I've bet you've heard this before but you have an amazing view of the city. I mean your entire apartment is nice, Jeno was kidding," he said honestly sipping his water as he looked back at the large window. You frowned placing your glass on the coffee table.
"Jeno?" you asked opening your curtain for him to look without pulling them. He nodded with a gulp. "He's always talking…Well bragging about you," he said with a shrug. "He tells us stories," he said.
"What kind of stories?" you asked raising your brow as you stepped closer to Mark.
He smirked glancing down at his water and then out the window. He shook his head. "About how much you love him. The things you've done with him, to him," he said the last words dying on his tongue. Your brain had clicked. You stood beside him your shoulder brushing his. He slightly turned his neck to scan your faces before he turned sipping his cool water.
"What does he tell you I do to him?" you asked moving your eyes to his face. He felt your gaze but didn't turn. He gulped placing his free hand in his pocket. His nails grazed against his cloth skin nervously. He had never gotten this far with a girl.
He had never been to another girl's house that wasn't a family member. The only other times he'd been to a girl's house was when they hosted a party and the room was full of people.
He had crushes on girls in middle school and high school. He found girls attractive he just spent his time locked away in his room or at his friend's houses dressing as their favorite characters. He went to conventions and dressed as Spider-Man at every Halloween party every year. He was also part of a frat where Johnny, Jaehyun, Yuta, and Jeno were apart, and girls tended to look past him.
But you were different. You were untouchable, everyone loved and hated you. Every man, even women wanted you, desired you. He sometimes remembers what Doyoung and he did to you last year. he hopes and prays you never find out. You'd kill him for sure. You assumed now he was safe. You didn't see him as the weird geeky boy he saw himself as. You were being kind and welcoming to him and he hopes it's because you genuinely like him.
"Mark?" you called for the fifth time. He shook his head eyes blinking quickly. He turned now seeing you seated on your white couch. Blanket over your lap and controller in your hand. He cleared his throat as he walked over to you. "You okay?" you asked as he sat down beside you. He rubbed his sweaty palms on the roughness of his denim jeans. He nodded taking the controller you offered him.
"My bad," he responded.
You nodded looking away and at the screen.
"This is how you swing," he said showing you the controls. You eyed him a small gleam in your eye. He gulped seeing your pretty lashes flick at him. You picked yourself up sitting closer to him. Your perfume hitting his nose. He felt his heart skip a beat and cock twitch. You turned to him breath fanning over his neck. He hummed smelling your sweet scent.
"Show me again. I like how your fingers look when you play," you hushed softly in his ear. He stuttered, scrambling his words as he pulled back. He sat back on the couch a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. His arm fell over your couch. You pouted through your smile. You sat closer to him his arm around you. He looked at you for a second watching you through the corner of his eye.
"Let's get back to the game," he said taking the controller. You smirked turning to watch him play.
After some time you decided you'd make your move again. You were running out of time and if you wanted to make it to Doyoung before New Year's you had to pick up the pace with Mark.
It was your turn to play this time. So when you fought the bad guys or when you fell off a building little noises escaped your lips. Groans ghosting past your tongue catching Mark's attention again. He gulped his hand gripping the arm of the couch. He felt his heart skip and his eye twitch every time you made a sound.
You scouted closer pretending to be so frustrated you dropped the controller. You bent down to get it your hand landing right on his clothed cock. His hips instantly flexed into your touch.
You sat back up removing your hand as if nothing happened. You dusted off the controller handing it to him. "Your turn," you said with a dark smile on your lips. He took the controller from your hands a jumpy look in his eye. You acted as if you hadn't noticed.
He was so lost in his own mind as he played. His dick was fully hard in his pants and now painfully uncomfortable as he played. He could barely focus on what he was doing. Spider-Man had completely fallen off multiple buildings and lost battles. You cringed at the sight on the screen. Every time he fell or lost he could see it on your face. He scolded himself in his head for being so easily distracted.
"I thought you were good at this game," You teased lightly pushing his side. He scoffed, "I am," he responded. He had actually started to get better once he realized how much you were paying attention. You frowned seeing him lose again.
"Mark you keep losing," you said with a small pout. "How am I supposed to win if you keep dying?" you asked. He sighed with an apologetic look in his eyes. "I'm trying it just, I don't know. I think I'm just tired," He lied. You bit your lip thinking about his words.
"How about I help?" you offered.
"How?' he asked.
You reached forward playing the belt around his waist. His eyes widened watching your fingers tracing over the leather strap. He used his hands to push himself back choking on his breaths. He stopped you placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Y/n I…you have a boyfriend," he said concerned eyes looking into yours. You shook your head brushing him off. "He won't care," you responded. You went back your lips lining with his before he stopped you.
"Wait, wait," he said shutting his eyes for a moment the white controller falling onto his lap. The character on screen died but neither of you paid attention to the TV. He sighed brows furrowing. He swallowed hard.
You sighed turning away fiddling with the hem of your tee. He watched you with curious eyes. "I'm sorry," you began keeping your eyes away from his. He watched you closely wondering why you shut down so quickly after jumping onto him.
"It's just I'm not actually dating Jeno," you confessed. Mark's eyes widened in disbelief. "But the two of you confirmed it. Everyone saw you at the hockey game," he rambled.
"What they saw was a lie. Jeno knew people were talking poorly about me. He heard the rumors they made and since he's an old friend he decided to help me. But that's it, I swear," you said finally looking into his eyes. You turned away seeing his face hadn't changed. "I just didn't he continued making stories, rumors of our one white lie," you said with a disappointed sigh.
His heart swelled at the plead in your glossy eyes. He chewed his lip taking in your confession. The person he called his friend had lied to him.
"I'm sorry. I thought the two of you were together," he said with a small frown. He fixed his glasses clearing his throat a part of him feeling stupid for believing the lies.
"I understand if you want to go. Thank you for your help," you said your head falling apologetically. You motioned your hand to the door. But Mark sighed sitting closer to you and placing a warm hand on your arm. You smirked your eyes still aligned with your hand that rested on your thigh. He shook his head.
"I'm not upset. You lied because you had to. Jeno continued to lie when a lie was not needed," he said. You picked up your head replacing your evil smirk with a warm, friendly smile. "Thanks for understanding," you said.
"Let's get back to the game," you said taking the controller from his lap. He held your hand removing the controller from your hands. He placed it on the coffee table in front of you, next to your full glass of water and his empty glass. He turned to his side to face you a gentle smile on his lips. "What?" you asked sneakily hiding your face with your hands.
Mark chuckled shaking his head. "Nothing you just beautiful, dude," he said. You punched his shoulder he sneered. " I told you to stop calling me dude," you said hiding your smile. He chuckled head falling back then front. You moved closer to him hands reaching up to his glasses and taking them off. You placed them by the controller quickly returning.
You swung a leg over him straddling his waist. He gulped but gushed a smile on his face at the sight of you on top of him. You completely sat down on his lap. He groaned his eyes shutting for a brief moment. You smile leaning closer to him. Your perfume waved past his nostrils, invading his brain and blinding his mind. He hummed at your sweet smell. His larger hands run up and down the clothed skin of your plush thighs.
You hovered over his lips one of your hands wrapping around his neck and playing with his hair. The other holding the side of his face in your warm palm. His lips pursed a slight tint of red from how hard he bit onto his lips. He held his control, every part of his body lighting up with a thousand fireworks. You hushed over his lips. "Am I the one you wanted to kiss?" you asked seeing his glossy eyes flick. He without a thought nodded his head. "Yes," he responded quietly.
You smiled placing your lips on his. His mouth met yours the minute your plush lips touched his. He squeezed onto your waist pulling as close as he could to his body. Humming against your lips his tongue slid across your bottom lip begging for entrance. You fought him at first smirking into the kiss. He took his chance slipping his tongue past your wet lips. You rutted your hips forward feeling his clothed cock poking your velour pants.
You pulled away slowly his bottom lip caught between your teeth. You sucked on his red lip he watched you with dark eyes. You released with placing a peck on his lips. You grabbed the hem of your tee pulling it over your head. You tossed it aside on the white rug. Mark watched with wide eyes. He brushed it off quickly. He didn't want you to see how nervous he was. The truth was this was the farthest he had ever gotten.
He may have lied to his friends about his V-card a while ago.
He didn't want to ruin the moment between the two of you. So he sucked up his nerves the best way he could and pulled his black sweater over his head. His arms were on display from the tight-fitted tee that happened to have a familiar spider logo on the front in black. You chuckled and slightly pushed you away for teasing him, a bashful smile on his lips.
"It's cute," you said. Your innocent compliment sent a sweet warmth throughout his body. He felt comfortable in your eyes. He leaned up placing his lips on your passionately. He smiled into the kiss breaking it apart to lift you up. You giggled as he placed you down on the flat of your back on your couch. He smiled leaning down kissing your neck and playing with the lace straps of your purple bra.
You undid his belt swiftly removing it and throwing it to the side. You undid the button of his jeans sliding them down his waist. Your hands felt their way down his toned chest, to the v-line that formed leading you to his dick. He broke the kiss lifting his shirt off his head. Soon he kisses his way down your neck. Leaving hot wet spots from your neck to your tummy, while his hands roamed freely around your body undoing the clasp of your bra.
He kissed his way down sucking on the skin just above your pelvis. He undid the strings of your pants pulling them down along with your lacey panties. He pressed his nose against your pussy. His jeans not even halfway down his thighs he was already close to cumming just off the scent of your pussy. He glides his nose through your hot folds sticking out his thick tongue to taste you. His nose rubbed circles around your clit while his tongue slipped past your entrance.
He brought his hands down to his jeans pulling them down further. Once he wiggled out of them he brought his hand to spread your folds. The other reaches up to lay flat on your stomach. You moaned loudly head falling back on your pillow. Your eyes widened from how well he performed. You assumed he would fall just under Yangyang but he was proving the opposite.
He ate you like a starved man. A drunk man craving more. Your perfume did you not justice to your true scent. His mind is high off the sweet taste of you. You tasted fresh and felt so warm around his fingers. He could lay here for hours and just devour you. Now he understood why Yuta enjoyed doing this so much and couldn't understand why Jaehyun didn't.
You groaned shuddering under his touch. You had never felt so much pleasure. Mark wasn't eating you just to prep you. He wasn't rushing or lazy with his strokes. He was eating you like it was his sole purpose in life. To be between your plush thighs sucking you dry.
"Fuck dude you taste so fucking good," he groaned against your pussy. He shook his head flicking his tongue on your clit causing your whole body to tighten and then fall apart. You came hard against his tongue and licked and sucked up every inch.
Egar sat back watching to see how your pussy looked in the dim light. Your folds glisten and are on display. You chuckled sitting up your thighs closing and breaking his trance. He shook his head jaw hung low. You wiped your hand under his chin. "Your drooling," you teased. He touched his chin embarrassed wiping away the spit.
You chuckled leaning over and pulling out a condom from your pants pocket. You sat back opening it as Mark pumped himself. Hard and red his dick stood. Precum leaking out the top of his tip. You pulled out the condom sliding it on his cock. His breath hitched from the contact. His stuttering caused him to almost fall. He held himself watching as you laid back.
He adjusted you aligning his dick at your entrance. He let out a breath bracing himself. You held his waist as he brought himself closer his cock slipping past your hole.
He slowly thrusted until his hips stilled his head falling back a loud earthy groan leaving his lips. You widened your eyes. A minute hadn't even passed. He breathed hard chest red, rising and falling. He let out a relaxed breath. He looked down at you seeing the look on your face. His quickly changed mortified. He slowly pulled out using his hand to help you sit up.
"You didn.t…" he began. You shook your head looking at the rest of the living room then him. He cleared his throat trying to control his breath.
"I'm sorry," he began again. You waved your hand. "It's okay. It was your first time right?" you asked. He nodded his hand scratching his arm
awkwardly. You stood up finding your clothes. He did the same with the two of you dressing. You could cut the tension in the room with a sword, which would only dent the metal.
You both looked at each other as he stood at your door.
You decided to let him leave just like this. This was torture enough. He shared the same secret with Doyoung and it would be of better use then. "Hey Mark," you said as he put his shoes on. He looked up at you tying the final lace to his sneaker. "Yea?" he asked quietly.
"Can you not?" you pointed to the two of you. He nodded quickly, quicker than he came. "Trust me I won't," he said stepping out of your open door. "I also don't want Jeno to know. That means don't tell anyone," you said with a slight warning in your voice. He nodded a thin line on his lips.
"Oh and Mark," you said a small smile on your lips.
"Find out how far you can go then come over. Okay?" you said placing a kiss on his cheek. His eyes lit up. He nodded with a small smile. His cheeks were a light pink. "Okay," he said walking away and waving you goodnight. You closed your door behind you. If Jisung starts to slip you'll just have to replace him with another, who better than Mark Lee?
When Mark arrived home the house was quiet. The only sound was Jisung leaving the kitchen. Mark walked up to him after removing his shoes. "Hey Jisung," he called. Jisung stopped turning his head and saw Mark. He held back his eye roll. Mark smiled at him taking off his jacket and placing it behind a chair.
"I have a question," he said. Jisung sighed walking away from his. Mark confused followed the
younger boy. "Dude you okay?" he asked catching up to him. Jisung nodded, "I'm fine. Just tired," he said closing his shared room. Mark stopped right in front of his door. He sighed turning to walk to his room. On his journey, he heard murmurs coming from Johnny's room.
He pressed his ear against the ajar door peeking inside.
"Are you sure?" he heard Johnny ask the person in his room.
"Yea. Everything Si Cheng was a lie. She's been playing us," he heard no other than Haechan say. He rolled his eyes having enough of the young boy and his delusions. Why did everyone want to paint you as some villain? When you weren't. If you were you would have made fun of him or made him feel bad for what happened. He cringed at the memory.
He was so embarrassed. He's surprised you were down to give him another chance. However far into the future that may be.
"And who else knows?" he heard Johnny ask.
"Right now just us, Jeno and Doyoung," he said.
"I get Jeno, but how does Doyoung know?" he asked.
"He's been following her," he said. Mark's brows furrowed. Was Doyoung some sort of stalker? He shook his head quickly running to his shared room with Doyoung. Doyoung was nowhere to be found, probably still at the library. He pulled out his phone pulling up your contact.
He waited for you to pick up biting onto his nails nervously. When he heard your voice he closed his door nervously pacing.
"Calling already?" you asked. "Y/n I can't call for long but I'm letting you know that tonight I overheard Haechan tell Johnny some crazy things. Things I don't believe, I mean I hope they are not true," he rambled just above a whisper.
"Wait Mark slow down," you said dropping your act. "What happened? What is it that you have to tell me?" you asked hearing Mark huffing and puffing through your phone.
"Doyoung has been following you. I don't know how long but he's been following you. I heard Haechan talking about it," he said quickly. You felt your heart sink. You cursed hearing Mark on the other line ask what you had said. You weren't sure if you could trust him yet but this was a good start.
“Thank you for telling me," is all you said before you hung up.
You ignored his incoming call and instead scrolled through your contacts.
"Okay, Haechan I tried to be nice. I warned you," you said to yourself as you pressed on the contact you were searching for.
Mark gave up trying to call after you declined his fourth call. He figured he'd call you in the morning He placed his phone and walked towards his door. Jisung who quietly stood outside noticed his feet coming to the door. He quickly rushed back to his room closing the door.
He quickly scrambled for his phone clicking on your contact.
Your phone rang you picked it up seeing Jisung's ID. You ignored the call placing the phone back to your ear with a smile on your face.
"Yes Daddy I can send you his home address," you said proudly. You walked away shutting the light off in your living room and walking down to your bedroom.
Worried Jisung through on his sweater getting ready to meet Wendy around the block of the frat. Instead, he was met with Johnny standing outside his door. Johnny looked at him up and down Haechan standing behind him. Johnny was calm as ever, hands placed in his pockets, and stepped towards Jisung. Jisung gulped frightened by his calm state.
"Jisung where are you rushing off to?" he asked. Jisung felt his neck hairs stand. "The party," he said. "I'm late," he lied. Both the men laughed. "Try a few hours," Haechan said.
Johnny brushed him off turning from Haechan to Jisung.
"If you say you're going to the party who am I to stop you?" he said in the form of a question. Jisung chuckled nervously along with Johnny. Johnny patted his shoulder. "Take care," he said letting his hand fall turning toward Jisung walk away. Haechan did the same.
"But before you go I have a question and I'm asking if you could please be honest," he said. Jisung nodded placing his shoes on. He stood by the front door ready to go. He should have known Johnny wouldn't just let him leave.
"Has Y/n approached you at all? I mean next to Taeyong you are the quietest members of our frat. Of course Taeyong not by choice but you never speak, always alone," he said stepping closer. "Naive. It makes you the perfect victim," he said towering over the boy. Haechan watched eagerly ready to prove his point. Jisung however stood his ground shaking his head.
"Y/n doesn't know I exist. I'd be surprised if she knew my name," he said. Johnny nodded deciding to leave it at that. "Okay if you say so," he said walking away. Haechan stood eyeing Jisung but Johnny turned to him. "Haechan why don't you go to the party with Jisung? It would be good for the two of us to spend time together," he said making Jisung sigh.
"Problem?" Johnny asked. Jisung shook his head. "No," he said.
"Good," Johnny said as he walked up the stairs to his room.
Haechan smirked walking over to Jisung. "Let's go," he said wrapping an arm around him.
Your phone buzzed with a text from Wendy.
My Lovely- I'm coming over. I was bringing Jisung but he got stuck at a party with Haechan.
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"Daddy, can you take care of it tonight?" you asked. You smiled brightly hearing the very satisfied yes.
"His name is Lee Haechan. I'll send you the info," you said a smile on your face as you texted Wendy back.
You hung up the phone with a satisfied grin. You felt ready to take over the world.
Luckily, soon you'd have Doyoung.
You felt your phone vibrate again. You picked it up seeing Jisung's name flash across the screen. You sighed ignoring the call. A small part of your heart breaking.
To Be Continued...
I hope you enjoyed Part 6 of my 10-part series.
I can't believe only 4 parts left.
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