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babiesdreams · 3 months
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Advent Calendar
Day 11 : Mark - Haechan. +18
Content Warning: Very verbal. A lot of degradation and humilliation. Praise kink. Very detailed deep throat/ Oral sex. Possesive. Threeome. Sub reader.
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"Oh I love that sound" His voice made it difficult for you to stay still. It was your first time deepthroating someone like that, and the gagging sound seemed to have awaken something in him. His hand held your head in that position, not moving an inch, though his length was throbbing, massaging the back of your throat slightly. Another gag.
His fingers pull from your hair, forcing your head far from his figure. Deep breaths help you recover slightly. You open your eyes, noticing the notorious string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. His length fully erect, covered with your spit. "Come on, open your mouth again" He asks with a sweet tone and a mischevious grin. You open your mouth widely. "Your tongue out, come on" You do so, looking directly into his eyes. His lips curve forming an evil smile. His length enters fully in your mouth once again.
You gag again when it reaches the limit of your throat, this time he keeps the position for longer, keeping the air away from your lungs. You protest against his skin, only limiting the air even more. Your hands tap on his thights, seeking compassion. His hands pull you away once again, except this time he kneels down, next to you. You are busy coughing and heavy breathing, so he allows you some seconds to recover.
After some time his fingers curl around your chin lifting your face to make you look at him. "Open your eyes and look at me" You follow his orders, though your tears make it difficult for you to see anything. "Did you like that?" His question seems so sudden, you've talked about this for hours before actually doing it, of course you were enjoying it. "Yes" There's no doubt on your voice. "Louder"
"Yes" You shout. "Yes what? What did you like?" You take a deep breath before answering. "I liked how you used my mouth" His fingers wrap your hair again, pulling it down, to make you look up as he gets up. "What a dirty slut" He lets out before spitting on your face. "Open your fucking mouth" He orders and you obey, receiving his hot spit into your mouth. His free hand recollect the spit decorating your face and puts it into your mouth. You swallow it all.
He pulls your hair, dragging your body across the room. His arms lift you and drop you onto the matress leaving your head hanging on the edge of the bed. His length enters your mouth once again, this time there's absolutely no way for you to move. He thrusts as he pleases, getting more and more worked up. At some point an extra pair of hands start touching your body softly. Mark must've arrive, you figure.
Donghyuck's hand grabs yours and places it on your throat. "Keep it there" He says, thrusting deeper into you, hands on the sides of your torso. You are confused at first, until you notice the bulge going up and down your throat, following his movements. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over you.
A hot tongue starts playing along your folds, taking advantage of the wet and messy state your cunt is in. Hyuck starts leaving a mix of kisses and bites over your stomach, so you never know what to expect, sometimes you get a soft caress of his lips over your sensitive skin and others you receive a painful yet pleasurable hint of his teeth. On rare ocassions he kisses over a spot that has been bitten, and even that softness pokes your sore skin.
Your pussy though, that's a different story, it's completely moistured, a mix of your own juices and Mark's saliva drips down your body, reaching your asshole. His tongue draws circles over your clit for a while, then he sucks your clit in with different intensities, then his tongue enters you, reaching inside as fas as it can. His fingers join later, for a deeper dive inside your walls, curling up to reach your g-spot. Your legs wrap around his neck, pushing him closer.
You end up cumming pretty fastly, but it does not affect anything around you, both boys keep their actions as if nothing happened, as if your loud moans hadn't been silenced by his length entering deepen inside your throat, as if your body hadn't been shakingfor a while. It had calmed down though, slowly, although a new wave of pleasure was already forming inside of you.
Hyuck pulls out of you suddenly. "You're gonna ask me permission to cum this time okay?" You simply nod. "Okay?" You gulp. "Yes" He smirks. "Good girl. Now look at the mirror" He says pointing at the mirror standing right behind Mark. "Look how fucking desperate you are, look how much of a slut you actually are" Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his words.
"Can I cum?" You ask noticing how close you're getting. "Beg" His voice had a dark undertone to it. "Please, let me cum" He chuckles. "You can do it better" You take a deep breath to delay your orgasm. "Please, I'm a desperate slut, I need to cum so badly, please let me cum" He smirks. "Add more desperation" You start tearing up, almost unable to control your high any further. "Please, I'm so wet and desperate for cumming please, have mercy and let me" Before you can finish you hear his "Cum" and your body reacts instantly, with no need of further actions.
Hyuck comes closer to you and start kissing you passionately while Mark leaves wet kisses and bites on your thighs.
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haechurch · 1 year
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Morning seeps through the blinds and you find yourself not waking up alone in your bedroom when you take a full seat and glimpse next to your side. There's someone else's lying with you on the mattress, well, that someone else's was mark lee, which was your friend until the movie session turned into something else in the state that you didn't even know how to face or assured to call him per usual the next day if you were about to bump into him since you spent the previous wild night together.
But here you were, finding yourself too drunk yesterday and somehow ended up with your biggest crush lying on your bed the morning after, also fuck it, though you feel like you're still stirring in your sleep you can't help but think that mark is very tempting at this moment and you just can't even believe in yourself for having a turned on on an unconscious mark lee that stay still peacefully in his sleep.
You currently watch him slumber in silence, not even aware that you got your mouth watering over him and started to scoot closer, lying beside him as he's sleeping facing you. You didn't touch him at first, you only admire his features and only could thinking about how damn fine this man was, even in his doing-nothing state like ugh. Then you started to move your hand and caress his strand hair-very carefully, and tracing his eyebrows-very delicately, as afraid that he might be broke if you touch him in not so gently manners.
Then you snapped when he suddenly groan and bring his hand over to rest on your waist, with him being-of course-senseless. You froze when he did that, and you started to trembling on a thought of having him all over you again right at this instant. Would he mind if you just...?
You felt like you're suffering, you're waking up horny, needy, and he looks so fucking good in his sleep right now that it makes you just want him more than anything. You started breathing heavily, eyes closed shut with a low 'fuck' leaving your mouth and you sigh under your breath, as started to put your bodies against each other.
You snug into him and straddle him from the side, your left leg was on his waist. Two of your hands circling around his neck and shoulder, then you started humping on him. It's in a slow pace at first but then you felt the urge to grind on him even harder and that's when he started to stir in his sleep.
"Y/n?" He called as he squint his eyes, baffled as he just wake up from his sleep. Knowing he's finally fully awake, you started to hug him even tightly and grinding harder, making him groan and you can feel his boner getting evidence by the mean time. Poor mark lee, he just woke up and have to see you panting and so so so needy for him it's almost looked pathetic. Mark was just stay still, closing his eyes shut while balling a fist to covering his face, apparently trying so hard to get himself together.
"Shit.. don't go too fast.." he said. That's just made you go harder as you let another needy moan. "M-mark, gonna cum." You tell him. "Wanna cum, please." His hand now were all over your ass, pushing you down forcefully onto him as he buck his hips into your core and started to equally thrust sensually. "Do it. Cum."
And so you did. You pant onto his chest and grab him by his shirt, feeling all hot and sweaty even if it's just 7 in the morning. You felt so relieved as you came down from your high, but mark definitely haven't came, and you just leave him with such a morning wood, so after getting up and sat on the bed as mumbling a 'sorry' to him, you proceed to take your clothes off, leaving you just in your panties, and you swear the way he's just staring at you with awe was so fucking endearing.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Taking care of you." Before he could speak another word you're already on your knees and yank his boxer down, grabbing a handful of his cock and take him into your mouth. He let out a deep groan and tossed his head back, jaw clenching when you roll your tongue and suck into his tip. His chest was heaving and his abdomen flexing when you take him until the tip was on the back of your throat, making you gag around his size.
"Fuck.. just like that baby, keep going." You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, do whatever you can to make him feel good. He then took a fist of your hair as a grip and finally look down at you, his eyes were heavy lidded and his mouth was agape all while sounding so pretty with the low moan and some profanities he uttered.
"Good girl. You're doing so fucking good right now." You hum, the vibration makes him shudder and his abdomen tensed, he thrown his head back as his breath hitch. "Aw shit, m gonna cum." He quick to face fucked you unconsciously, trying to catch his high before finally shoot his warm load into your mouth with a low, long grunt. You swear to god that that shit making you even more wet, pussy clenched over nothing.
You try to swallow all of his load as you saw mark's face all contorted in pleasure, and for fucks sake, there's nothing more sexy than the shit you're seeing right now.
You wiped the quite mess with the back of your hand and then sing song before him, "breakfast."
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hanibalistic · 2 years
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#01004A | MARK LEE.
genre | romance, fluff
word count | 1880
warning | none​
note | mark lee being in love !!! is a concept !!! i like to think about !!!
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"how does it feel to let people down all the time?"
mark paused with an uncontrolled chuckle. he debated his response as he pressed the tip of his lead pencil against the class record book repeatedly, his mind blanking out the middle of the sentence he was writing, thus leaving dots of lead on the paper instead.
"well–um, haha!" he cleared his throat after a gentle voice crack, then he let out an uncontrolled chuckle again. it sounded almost identical to the last one he let out. mark shook his head at this ridiculousness before he spoke, "when you phrase it that way, it makes it sound like i disappoint people all the time."
"you do," you said without a beat's passing, your eyes still focused on the window of your classroom where a sullen girl had gone by. "don't you?"
mark blinked with a dejected yet amused smile. he had no idea why he was trying to defend himself when what you said was technically true. he does, in fact, have to let people down a lot.
it was only the start of the year, and he had already gotten plenty of love confessions from people from all corners of this town.
from the girl in cram school, the junior he was tutoring for an extra credit program, the senior from music club, and the boy he meets every morning at the bus stop. And, just then, a girl next class. he let all of them down by giving out countless rejections, and he has seen numerous disappointed smiles. he assumed things would get more hectic as valentine's week rolled to its red carpet entrance.
"it's not like i want to reject them," mark said, scribbling on the record book. "you can't fault me for who i didn't fall in love with."
you hummed thoughtfully and audibly; the tone he has long learned to recognize to mean that you have something insightful to say. he waited in silence for you to speak, his concentration hanging on his written words and his patience. he didn't notice it, but the class was unsatisfactory today, according to the teachers' remarks.
"move your hand, mark," you muttered suddenly as you reached over and tapped at his hand with the eraser tip of your pencil. he complied easily, glancing from your end of the table to the record book before him, then he heard you sigh. you asked, "did you not get the teacher's signature after school?"
"huh? uh, i didn't, i guess..." he replied with a drop of his voice. his attention was elsewhere.
mark suppressed a smile when he saw you glare at him with faint annoyance. your lips muttered your distaste for his careless mistake, complaining about the uselessness of your nagging for him to do tasks according to instructions.
you always tried to keep those words to yourself, perhaps as a caution to not hurt his feelings. but some part of your mind also desperately needed your frustration to be heard, so you always ended up giving him a scolding gaze that displayed a warm defeat he has grown to love so much. it was when he would talk too much in class, or when he would stray off-topic in discussions, or when he wasn't paying attention to your explanation of a math problem.
sometimes he does those things on purpose just to get a scrap of your endearment—something he found in the gaps of your every action toward him—despite having additional consequences. he has gone to detention just to hear you ask him to stop talking.
"it's okay! i'll make sure to get the signature tomorrow morning," he said optimistically.
you huffed with furrowed brows, then you relaxed. it wasn't really that big of a deal. "you better."
you returned to the class budget book. you were chosen to mind the budget for the upcoming school valentine's fair, where each class would be in charge of a station of their choice. it could be about food, music, or fashion as long as the theme is school-appropriate. it is also a good day to sell the school to prospective students as parents would likely come along with the middle school children.
mark stared at you expectedly for a moment before he cleared his throat. you had clearly forgotten about the previous conversation you started, and he still wanted to hear what you had to say about his love life. was he trying to gauge your interest in him? a little. has he ever been good at checking for people's romantic interests in him? absolutely not, but he suspected he would be hyper-aware of yours because he has feelings for you.
he just needed something, however trivial and however minor. it could even be a delusional assumption! he just needed to experience a leap of joy from believing that you may also be in love with him.
"so, you were saying?" he asked casually.
you looked at him then, confused. "saying what?"
"after i told you not to fault me for who i didn't fall in love with," he said as he returned your gaze.
you raised your brows, and your shoulders slumped in relaxation once your mind bounced back into deep thoughts. looking to the side where the corner of your desk was, you saw a glimpse of mark's hand that tended to rest there, and you looked away to the window, where you watched as mark rejected the pretty girl's confession. you frowned, causing his heart rate to pick up.
"i don't think falling in love is out of our control," you said. "i think we choose to love who we do."
"you're saying love is a choice," he asked rhetorically, the corner of his lips quirking in question.
you were about to push your stance until you saw the amused expression on his face. you squinted at him, knowing very well he disagreed with you just from the glint of his eyes, and you gave up on explaining your philosophy further. tapping your pencil's end against the desk mindlessly, you chuckled in surrender. he mirrored your laughter immediately just to hear how the air would sound with your voices woven together.
"each to their own," you said.
"alright," mark nodded, "but one of my friends said once that love is nothing but a promise."
you tilted your head with a faint, humming laugh. "which is a choice."
"i just thought it was romantic," he said with a shrug.
"i mean–when i say by choice, i just meant... " you sighed in frustration as you put down your pencil. mark looked up at you, and you pouted in dismay. you thought you weren't going to say more about this, but you always end up talking. you chuckled lowly to yourself. "goodness, and i tried to say each to their own opinion."
"it's okay," he reassured, his fingers playing with each other on the table. "what do you want to say?"
"nothing groundbreaking," you whispered with rejection, poor eyes staring at him to let it be known that your self-consciousness dampened your mood, then you looked away.
mark softened upon your sullen expression, much more than he had felt when he rejected the girl next class.
your misconception that you must only speak if you have new things to contribute to the conversation was, as he believed, nothing but a misconception. as he could hear you talk about anything. dull things, obvious things, unnecessary things. maybe that he was holding a pencil, or the sun was setting outside the school, or that you two were sitting across each other and you found him looking at you a lot. anything.
you turned to look out the window when you caught a glimpse of a figure. the girl from the next class walked past slowly, her eyes a faraway gaze you cannot reach. you watched her move, taking in the elegant beauty of only half of her features being visible. you found yourself drawn to her in a way that mark unbelievably was not; not in a romantic sense, only that you wondered why he didn’t at least try.
"i just don't understand. i don't understand why you rejected her," you said, brows furrowed in thoughts. "she's so pretty."
mark blinked in disbelief. he spared a glance out the window and quickly back at you, whose eyes remained focused on the past silhouette of the girl who admired him. he cursed inwardly at himself because he couldn't tell what you were thinking or what you were implying. there was no way for him to let it be known that the matter lay not in how beautiful someone else was but that his heart belonged to you.
and that fact had not been a choice. to make a choice, one has to be in the know of it being made.
but he never knew.
he knew nothing about how he captured the current youth on your face and yearned to watch the creases grow old so he could be able to tell the stories of them as he aged. he knew nothing about being above common sense as a boy who fell in love because all he did were stupid things just to hear you laugh at him, to hear you nag him. he knew nothing about worrying and overthinking, analyzing and longing, thinking about what you were doing and thinking even though you sat next to him.
mark didn't know he was in love with you until he did. until the realization hit him like vines tightening around his lungs, and he had to choke out his affection in a splatter of blood. and he couldn't trace back to where it all began.
even if you noticed the way he looked at you now, hazy eyes swarmed with an unknown substance that bubbled and foamed like soft clouds that were forbidden to leave the sky where they belonged, he doubted you would understand what his heart meant.
his body contorted upside down, his heart raced the speed of light, his dreams a vivid reaction to his desires to be with you.
his heart was yours, and you thought she was pretty.
"i'm sorry," mark muttered with a sorrowful chuckle. this was a new type of pain he had never experienced before; his lover being oblivious and directing him to another. "you can't fault me for who i fall in love with."
"i don't," you responded. "you be in love with whoever you want, as will i."
his heart paused, and he looked up through his lashes. for a moment, panic surged through his veins, the vines around his ribs suffocating him with the possible assumption that you would fall in love with another. his hand shook with uncertainty. the thought was haunting.
"woah," you expressed as you placed a hand over his, tightening your grip to stop his tremors. "are you okay, mark?"
your concerned eyes drew him in; he wondered if he drowned himself in your senses enough, you might get a whiff of his affectionate scent. he looked at you, his bones softening and melting upon the tender graze of your touch, and he wished you were right about love.
let love be a choice, and please, let him be yours.
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doiefics · 9 months
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pairing: mark lee x gn!reader
genre: fluff + strangers to lovers
wordcount: 368
warnings: none
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"He's here!" Your friend whispered, naturally making you look to your side. He was here, and he was not late, like always.
"Do it this time!" They hyped you up as you merely observed him climb the wooden ladder in order to reach for the book he had been longing for.
For the last two months, you would see him every Thursday, at the same time. He was mostly quiet, sometimes he would be accompanied by a friend or two, but your eyes would only focus on him nonetheless.
In his hands he held another excellent piece of literature today. The Alchemist in yours, when you turned to check on it. 
And thanks heavens!  You just so happened to be in the library that particular day because you never found reading books to be particularly interesting, blame it on luck.
"Okay. I will do it!" You took a deep breath and patted yourself on the shoulder, this was time. 
No, you weren't going to war, you were only going to say a simple hello to him for the first time. After giving your hair a few more quick fixes, you stepped forward.
The aisle was quiet and nearly empty. However, the boy was unaware of your approach until he heard a loud thud.
He was to face you before turning to observe your figure on the ground.
"Are you alright?" He bent down quickly and extended his hand to help you stand up.
Oh fish!, You tripped over the air and landed on your bottom, and he would always remember this as his first impression of you.
He continued to reach his hand out for you to take hold of.
"Hi!" You smiled.
"H-hello!" He awkwardly reverted.
You snapped back to your senses, "Oh, thank you!", you said, expressing  gratitude after finally getting up.
"I'm Mark." He introduced himself.
"And I'm Y/N." You extended a kind smile that matched his.
"I know, I've seen you around here before." He said.
"You have?" He left you in disbelief.
"Yeah, you've been reading the same book for two straight months now." He giggled. You followed suit.
The day you first met him will always be etched in your memory.
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taengdelions · 2 years
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20:24 // ❥ new alert! // mark, the sweetest boy alive
“look, i told you,” jeno says, shoving his phone in your face as he points aggressively at the picture he had taken a few hours ago. “there are eighteen of them, look!” he repeats, finger shifting about the screen in an attempt to point out all eighteen statues he was referring to.
“you missed four out,” you sigh, putting your chopsticks down. “i think i got a picture,” you mumble, entering your gallery, scrolling through the photos in search of the one that would prove jeno wrong. he inhales another spoonful of rice, commenting, “you can’t find it, right? because it doesn’t exist?”
you roll your eyes, trying your best to recall when it was that you had taken the photo. you jump in excitement when it hits you - you had taken it on your boyfriend’s phone.
“babe?” you call out, reaching out for mark’s phone and unlocking it swiftly. “is it okay if i scroll through your gallery? i need to find the photo of the statues we took last fall,” you continue, peeping over at mark who was still busy doing the dishes.
“sure,” he replies, giving you the green light. you enter his gallery, scrolling in a hurry, deadset on proving jeno wrong.
jeno waits for a few moments, but instead of a retort, he notices your halted thumb, and your quirked brow. he doesn’t want to intrude mark’s privacy, so instead of just looking over at whatever that is on the screen that has caught your attention, he asks, “what’s wrong?”
in your hurry, you had accidentally scrolled way past last fall. instead, you have entered (probably) summer of two years ago. you manage to tear your eyes away from the screen, shifting your gaze to return jeno’s, with, “what are these?”
you turn the screen to face jeno. he takes a glance, before stuffing down another spoonful of rice, with a nonchalant, “mark’s aglio olio.”
you already knew that. mark’s aglio olio. mark’s signature aglio olio that you have engraved in the deep depths of your heart. it was the first dish he made for you, seven months into your relationship after the one time you had casually remarked that it’s sweet to be surprised with a homecooked meal. you’d never even imagined mark would surprise you with one, given the known fact that he isn’t the most talented in the kitchen.
but he proved you wrong.
the real question is, why are there more than twenty pictures of the same aglio olio that you had only had once?
“why are there so many pictures of it? with so many different plating styles?” you question, clicking into the first photo, then swiping left to look through the rest of them. looking through the pictures this way makes it look like they’re a bunch of progression photos. as though every new picture, was an improved dish or plating style from the last.
“oh,” renjun exclaims, taking a sip of water. “we ate that for a whole month,” he states, faking a shiver. “yeah, we swore off italian for the longest time after that,” jeno adds on, making a disgusted face.
you can’t help the smile that brightens your features when the realisation dawns upon you.
mark had been practising to make sure it was the perfect aglio olio.
you get up, making your way to the kitchen. as you approach the familiar back view of your boyfriend, your smile only tugs wider. you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him close as you rest your cheek against his shoulder blade.
you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks gently with, “why? bored of the guys?”
you take in his scent, shaking your head. “no, i just wanted to tell you i love you,” you gush, pressing your lips against his shoulder.
he turns off the tap, wipes his hands down with a dry towel, then turns around and rests his arms around your waist. “suddenly?” he says, raising a brow.
“i love you,” you repeat, your heart oozing with nothing but love and affection for the boy in front of you.
“i love you too,” he reciprocates, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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hyucks-archive · 2 years
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you shake your head, blinking your dry eyes a few times in an attempt to keep yourself alert. although you're very much enjoying jisung's story time, you can't control your eyelids that are gradually getting heavier and heavier.
mark notices the small change in your smile - yes, you are still very much in a good mood, but he can tell that you're tired. he shimmies himself a little closer to you, whispering in your ear, "tired?"
you turn to him, your smile a little wider than before. "a little," you admit. mark crosses his legs, tapping gently on his left thigh, "want to rest?" he offers.
nodding your head, you lean into the floor, resting your head against mark's leg. he shifts a little, doing his best to ensure that you're comfortable. "goodnight," he whispers, pressing a soft peck to the side of your head.
you close your eyes, jisung's loud and excited voice still going on about how he saw a dog on the street playing with a bird. you didn't really mind the noise from the reactions and conversation between the guys, since it did serve as white noise for you to fall asleep to.
but then, suddenly, you feel mark's cold hand cupping your ear. you keep your eyes closed, and you don't move.
mark looks down at you, a small smile plastered on his face. he doesn't want his noisy members to disturb your sleep.
a good year into your relationship and yet, the smallest gestures he does still makes the same set of butterflies from a year ago, flutter about in your stomach.
you'd think this is the sweetest he can be, but mark always surpasses your expectations.
you feel and hear the vibration of his phone, indicating an incoming call. mark looks at the caller id, then looks back at you. he needs to answer the call, so with his free hand, he reaches for your limp arm, gently raising it by your wrist. he removes the hand he had cupped over your ear, and places your own palm over your head. you hear his muffled, "hello?"
you try to hold back a giggle, knowing fully well how red and shy he'd get if he knew you are awake through all of this. he ends the call quickly, and once you hear him say, "okay, bye," your hand is removed and replaced by his hand, once again.
unable to hold yourself back anymore, you open your eyes to see him staring down at you, his loving gaze shifting into a questioning one.
"you're so cute," you tell him, pulling him in for a quick peck.
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thewonandonly · 2 years
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20:40 — we were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers, yeah, living under that was hard, but i loved you harder. | high school in jakarta by NIKI
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spiderman!mark pulls the mask from his face, panting heavily as he grabbed the second pair of clothes stuffed into his backpack webbed against the fire escape of the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet.
"shit, i'm late, i'm late, i'm late." he swore, tying the tie quickly before he climbed down the side of the wall, landing on his feet in an alleyway and running around to the front door of the restaurant.
in his hurry, he pulled himself back a bit, slowing down to catch his breath, greeting the hostess and walks past, as if he owned the building.
he saw you sitting at the table, pulling out the chair to sit across from you, "oh, look who showed up." you mumbled, using the straw to poke at the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass.
mark sighed, throwing the napkin on his lap, "i know, i'm late." he held his hands up in defense, "i got held up."
you scoffed, "mark, i get it, you're busy with work, but you made this commitment when we started college."
mark rubbed his eyes, letting another sigh escape his lips, "you're right. i'm sorry."
you smiled, "thank you." you grabbed his hand across the table, "i ordered you your favorite, i'm still waiting for it to come out."
"thank you, baby." he smiled.
lights echoed off the reflective buildings and through the restaurant's windows. all patrons turned to look at lights as the sirens screamed.
mark knew that if he had left his seat in the moment, he'd have hell to pay from your wrath.
"what's going on?" you questioned, standing up before mark held his hand out to have you sit.
looking up at him, mark wandered out the door, past the building.
you sighed, following him out after dropping the cash on the table. your coat only did so much, your cheeks burning as the cold wind hit them.
and as you made it around the corner of the restaurant, a suit of red and blue zipped past you, the webs remaining behind from the hero.
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messylustt · 9 months
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Ok I absolutely love the way you write-
Imagine you decide to go back to school but like online classes and Miguel would have you cock warming him. And immediately after you hit that ‘end zoom’ or ‘leave classroom video’ he’s absolutely plowing into you like a animal in heat-
distracted in class — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). i cant do this anymore — thank you so much, my loveee.
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your lips are pressed tightly together, as you pretend to nod along to what the teacher is saying. something about the economy? you aren’t sure because all you can focus on is miguel’s cock buried deep inside you. your breathing is stuttering as you try not to move your hips. god, you just wanted to move. either up and down or completely off. because cock warming him like this was too much for your poor brain to train into the lesson on your computer.
you were on miguel’s thighs, the angle of the computer cutting him off, so all appeared innocent. miguel’s mouth was twitching in a snarl to move, because god did he want to just fuck you silly. your warm little hole kept clenching around him, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point of claw marks. “come on…cariño…let me move…i need to fucking move.” his low desperate tone was right by your ear.
“i — i have to focus.” you blink a few times too many, praying the teacher won’t ask you a question. “i cant…dios…i cant.” miguel’s hips had begun to try and move up into you. but with your weight atop of him you managed to not reciprocate. “i need to fuck you, y/n.” then finally you can see the lesson wrapping up, as other collage students dropped off the line. and as your hand shifted to tap the ‘end call’ button, miguel’s grip tightened.
“stay fucking still now...” miguel growled out as he thrusted up into your dripping cunt, making a small mewl escape you.
“yeah…that’s it…gonna fuck this pretty little hole that you’ve kept me from feeling…sliding up and down my cock—carajo.” his thrusts are animalistic and feverish, as groans leave him, his hands spreading your thighs further apart as his claws dig into your flesh. his hips movements are making you slightly bounce up and down on his dick.
“you have no idea what that just did to me…” his words are harsh, as he kept you at his mercy. “hours…of being in your pussy and I couldn’t even move…that’s not gonna happen again.” obscene sounds are filling the room, as your hips meet his — still on his lap. his teeth are by your ear as he nips at the skin. “no…next time if I want to be inside you — moving — i will be…and I don’t care if you need to focus, cariño…you just gotta be good and let me move you along my cock…”
“it’s study…i…i have to pay attention.” you manage as your legs shake. “that’s okay…” he coos. “you can be my dumb little slut…actually I’d like that…” he’s breathing harder as his cock twitches. “you can stay my dumb little pet, whose pretty head is filled with me and only me as you let me feel this hole for as long…as I please.”
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jenosz · 3 months
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heyyyyyy☺️☺️ can you do a dream reaction in which the reader and them are having a silliy fight and the reader says “no more sex for you” or something like that
man i’m just wheezing thinking about how whiny haechan would be😭😭
no more sex, nct dream texts. (suggestive)
hihi ! some of these were serious ish arguments sorry i was struggling but i hope you still like this! hope everyone had a good holiday season, doing my best to work through everyone’s requests! here’s my masterlist <3 thanks for the love as always
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curiousthyme · 1 month
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there’s a sweetness in your greed
{mark webber x fernando alonso x jenson button x sebastian vettel x fem!reader}
in which the dilfs have fun counting orgasms
warnings: mmmmf orgy, suggestions of overstimulation and multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, blowjobs and fem!receiving oral, dirty talk and mild degradation (“slut”) with terms of endearment (“princess”), marking.
a very tiny 500-word blurb for mar 💕
The tube of lipstick Mark holds in his hand is almost empty when he drags it down your quivering belly, joining the other seven strikes he’d put there earlier.
“I like to count…” he admits casually, as he watches Fernando pump fingers into you, while your eyes roll back and you have to bite down your lip to stop yourself from screaming (too late - the sharp cry releases itself, and you’re left a trembling mess over sheets that have not been spared from being drenched in you).
Jenson grins and plucks the lipstick from his fingers (hoping to put a strike of his own down soon), “she looks so pretty when she’s been well-fucked.”
Seb hums in agreement - propped up on the other side of you, stroking himself because he’s ready for a second round of fucking. His eyes glint with desire as he watches Fernando pull out soaked fingers from your cunt. “Perfect little slut.”
Mark beams, as if this praise somehow reflects on him too. “And what do we say to that, princess?” He leans down to cup your face, brushing a featherlight kiss over your swollen lips.
The words are difficult to form when your whole body aches in the best way, but you manage (you always want to please them). “Thank you,” you exhale into the soft press of his mouth. You wonder if he can taste Jenson on you. “Need more, please.
Fernando barks out a laugh, eyes raking over the eight lines that adorn your belly. “Greedy, huh?”
You whine, pleading with your eyes, and Mark smiles indulgently. He always gives in to you. “Need…” you murmur, hoarse with want, and from the ache in your throat when you had begged Jenson to be a tad too rough with you.
Mark doesn’t need to be told twice - rolling you over onto him, splaying your legs wide with his hands at your thighs, so that Seb can get up to fuck into you, like he’s been impatient to do all evening.
You shudder when Seb enters you - the curve of his cock indecently good at filling you up, rubbing against your g-spot. He starts gentle and eventually can’t resist fucking you wild - hands gripping your hips so hard, you’re sure he’ll leave marks. The ninth orgasm that he pulls from you feels molten-hot - short-circuiting your brain and leaving you slumped on Mark’s chest, a babbling mess of noises and barely coherent words.
Mark rolls you onto your back gently, while Fernando kisses your forehead and brushes back your hair. You stare at them both, dazed and drugged in the boneless heap of your body.
Jenson hands Seb the lipstick, both poring over the ruefully little space left on your belly. “Any more,” he teases with a wink, “and we’ll have to use her back, too.”
Your ears perk up at that (an instinctive response to the filthy thought of more with them) and Fernando, ever observant, laughs and kisses your neck, branding you with a new label - “insatiable.”
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I definitely don’t go here, but I can’t resist a dilf (or four). Inspired by a thing @percervall sent me that spiralled me into unwell thoughts. Go DM her if you want to know what it was 😵‍💫
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catboyieejeno · 11 months
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texts ; lee donghyuck (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵)✧
pictures bf! hyuck sends you of himself
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letsgetrowdy43 · 5 months
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Undivided attention—
Request: Luke has been simping over this sweet brunette girl who has the cutest dimples when she smiles. He decided to keep it a secret because he wanted to enjoy her all to himself. So he’s been rescheduling hanging out with his friends and brothers.
This is not my best work, but I'm pushing myself to write something!
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from Luke: Can't make it tonight. Swamped with homework :/
from Mark: Boo you whore
Luke was greedy when it came to her. He would scream it from the rooftops if it meant that he could cherish her and love her away from the chirping and the pestering of his team. So he kept her his little secret, not because he was ashamed or embarrassed of her, but because he liked the privacy and the luxury of keeping her all to himself. No annoying roommates, no older brothers, just her and him in a little bubble of love without any outside voices.
Luke grinned as Y/n made eye contact with him from across the library, his phone buzzing in his pocket from the boy's complaints about how he's grown flakey over the past few months. The notifications died off as he turned on Do Not Disturb and joined the girl prettily sitting in the back of the library.
There was an array of textbooks in front of her as she ushered for him to take the seat next to her, smiling shyly under his loving stare, "you feeling okay Lukey?" she asked as he leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. "M' doing just fine," he grinned as his thumb ran over the soft skin of her face, dipping into the dimple of her cheek as her grin made it grow more prominent.
"Let's get you caught up," she mumbled, trying to get his adoring stare off of her and onto the notes she prepared to help him get caught up in anatomy. His gaze stayed fixated on her as she organized her notes, awaiting his full and undivided attention.
"Luke" she whined and gently grabbed his face to make him look at the book opened up in front of them, "pay attention please." Luke shook his head, pulling himself out of the little trance he was caught in, "sorry," he grinned as she smiled back, "you're just too cute," he mumbled as her cheeks began to blush a dark red.
His hand came up to brush the face framing pieces of hair out of her eyes and tucking them behind her ears as she stared at him with no trace of amusement. "Stop distracting me, you need to study," she mumbled and looked from the books back at him, a pleased look on his face as he leaned forward and placed a short, but hungry kiss to her lips and then pulled away pointing at the book. "Okay, I'm ready to learn."
She stared at him, her eyes a little hazy from the surprising amount of loving he'd been giving her, flushed cheeks, as she fought off the lovesick feeling in her chest, "uhhh, okay, um where to start," she stalled and flipped through her book.
A laugh left Luke's lips as he dug through his bare for his laptop and books, giving her a second to collect herself before they actually started to study.
It was about half an hour later when she pressed a kiss to Luke's jaw as he got a question correct, and then a gasp erupted from across the room. Dylan and Ethan who had been sent on the mission of finding and trying to convince Luke to go out instead of spending his night in the library, but the sight of a pretty girl leaning up against him pulled a reaction out of the two boys.
"You skipped on boy's night to kiss your tutor?" Ethan whispered loudly as he and Dylan stood in front of the couple. Luke looked at his teammates unamused as the girl hid her face in his shoulder, praying that the blush would die down and she could hold a normal conversation without acting like some caught teenager.
"This is Y/n," he smiled as she looked up at his best friends with a nervous smile, "my girlfriend, not my tutor," he said watching as Dylan's face dropped with confusion. "You hid this from us?" he asked with a dropped jaw, "didn't even tell your best friends?" Luke shook his head at Duker's dramatics and turned to Y/n whose dimples were on display as she grinned at his roommates who were now bickering.
Ethan stopped his petty fight with Dylan to look at Luke, "please stop eye fucking her, there are people trying to study," he said watching as Luke looked at him smugly and sat back in his chair, arm wrapping around his girlfriend to pull her into his side as Dylan looked between the two of the distraughtly. "How long has this been going on?" "A little over two months," the girl finally spoke up as Dylan's eyes went wide. "I can't believe you Hughes, you really hid this from us, your roommates for this long!"
The people around the room were staring at the scene causing Y/n to shrink in her seat of embarrassment, Luke laughed at how shy she suddenly grew and then back at the boys, "Okay you guys gotta go, we need to finish studying." Both Ethan and Dylan looked taken aback at that statement as their brows furrowed, "Study?" Ethan laughed and then turned to the girl he just met, "What have you done to him?" "Oh fuck you, go home," Luke said and shooed them away as both Dylan and Ethan said their goodbyes to Luke and the girl before heading back to the sophomore house to tell Mackie and Mark the news that Luke wouldn't be going out.
"Sorry about them," Luke said kind of embarrassed as Y/n shook her head and grinned at him. "they seem lovely," she said while pressing a kiss to his shoulder before flipping to a new page in her notebook. "You'll think less highly of them once they're all in a room, or once they've had a few beers," he mumbled and looked back at her who was still smiling up at him.
Those damn dimples, he thought to himself as he squeezed her thigh and tried to focus back on the terms list in front of him.
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hanibalistic · 11 months
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#FFDA78 | MARK LEE.
genre | romance, fluff, angst
word count | 1604
warning | themes of domestic abuse (parental)​
note | i was thinking about what my neighbors were thinking when they could hear me next door
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mark thought he saw something on your face; a smeared eyeshadow fading in color and a straight line on your cheek drenched in scab red. he thought he saw something on your face, and his intuition was correct.
the way you knew his hands was defined by their callousness. 
mark took good care of his skin, but the care extended no further than his face. when it came to his hands, he was still trying to squeeze out the residue left in his 1-year hand cream. they were often dry and rough to the touch, but you never minded the skin contact. something about their oldness reminded you of your father’s hands, but in the way mark’s would never be injurious. 
he ran the tip of his finger across the scab on your cheek with ease. it must have been some cut; you told him your mother threw a pen at you, and the tip grazed your cheek. he didn’t laugh when you joked that she could be a sharpshooter. you closed your left eye instinctively when he smoothed his thumb over the surface of the lid. the smeared eyeshadow fading in a dark purple hue was a black eye. your father’s anger was evident in the shades of its disgusting colors.
you let mark touch your face because he wanted to and he knew how to. he was used to delicacy because he grew up collecting musical trinkets like vintage music boxes with breakable ballerinas in them, or the hackable motherboard of an electronic music player released more than ten years ago. but mostly, mark knew how not to hurt you because the thought had never crossed his mind, and humans are incapable of executing what their mind has no knowledge of. 
“come in,” he said after he let go. he turned to his apartment door with a chunky lot of keys in his hand to unlock the door. “let me put some medicinal cream on them.” 
the small apartment was all he could afford with his faraway dream of pursuing a music career, but you always thought it was homey, and it smelt of him. 
there was an unmade twin-sized bed; the only thing he paid for was the frame and everything else—the mattress and the sheets—he took from his old bedroom at his parents’ house. you slept on it alone a couple of times, each time with a different blood trail on your skin. mark slept squeezed on it with you once because you were crying nonstop that night; he never questioned how terrifying it must have been to be threatened an ultimatum with a waving kitchen knife. 
the apartment has a small closet built into the wall. the door was always opened whenever you were there, and he was always halfway through hanging his clothes up, even though he didn’t have many. mark liked to wear oversized clothes, as did you. it was the deceiving perception of your bodies that you both enjoyed so much. with mark’s clothes, you also loved that they smelt of him, and he loved that they would smell of you when you return them thoroughly washed. 
mark saved up for months to get a small, waist-sized refrigerator. his parents and in-laws offered to buy him a regular one, but he insisted on making this purchase by himself. the fridge was always full of boxes of microwavable meals, box lunches, and an unlimited supply of soda cans. sometimes you would hide outside food in his fridge, mostly desserts from bakeries, so your parents wouldn’t think you were hoarding your part-time income all to yourself.  
compared to what you had next door, with beer-bottle carpets and opened caskets of leftovers, mark’s home was everything you could ever ask for. 
the first aid kit sitting in the cabinet under his bathroom sink, claustrophobic with unopened shampoo bottles, scented lotions, toothbrush packs, and soap bars, was not here before. neither did he use to have so many medicinal items in his home before. the most he owned were bandaids and migraine pills. welcoming you into his life also welcomed a lot of expenses spent on home remedies in preparation for what he knew would always eventually happen. the first aid kit was a box he bought for you.
mark set the first aid kit down on his bedside table and opened it. you sat down on the edge of his bed like you always do when you know he has something in his kit for you. looking inside and rummaging through the box, he picked out a travel-sized vaseline tub and a bottle of ibuprofen. he researched it online before to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally make everything worse; vaseline to moisturize the scab, and ibuprofen for the inflammation and pain of your black eye. 
“have you eaten anything today?” he asked after he knelt before you. his hands were busy opening the pill bottle, and his eyes were busy observing you. 
you smiled faintly, and mark nodded in acknowledgment. he dumped the ibuprofen onto his palm and handed it to you. after screwing the lid shut, he reached for his water bottle on his bedside table and weighed it with his hand. he refilled it yesterday night before he went to sleep, and there was water left in there still. he gave you the water bottle and watched you take the pill. 
you chugged the water as if this was the first time you’d been hydrated since ages ago. mark chuckled lowly—genuinely—when you failed to heave an exaggerated sigh of contentment after drinking all his water. he took the bottle from your hand and set it aside, then reached up to wipe the corner of your mouth of water droplets. you pursed your lips at the feeling of his thumb on your lips and the backs of his fingers pressing against your chin. you stuck your tongue out to the side where he was cleaning off the water droplets and touched his finger, making him giggle. 
“hey! that’s nasty!” he accused playfully, waving his hand with his thumb sticking out as if the air would clean it. 
you shrugged with a mirroring of his childishness. the smile on your face was thoughtless and effortless; it was of splendid innocence and untraditional immaturity. an inner-child that has peace as opposed to the debilitating contrast that comes out in your own home. you wished that was not the case, and you knew mark also prayed that it wasn’t the case, but you would always be small in front of your parents. you would always be a kid before your parents, just instead of peace, you have everything but. 
your eyes focused when you felt mark’s hand on your face. he pushed at your hair, reading your face intently even though everything was undoubtedly presented to them. you never put a wall up to guard against his approach, and you suspected you would in the future. mark watched the joy on your face flattened into contemplation over his own as if you were waiting for him to break some bad news to you, but he has none to give. 
he was only watching you because he enjoyed it. 
that, and because he owned unfathomable guilt pieced together from your broken skin and unlimited endearment for the way your heart has not the callousness of his hands. 
mark knew everything important about you. he knew whenever you bled and where you bled; he recorded with his mind what medicine worked for you body and what worsened conditions; he touched your naked chest and uncovered back, and he recognized whether it was the yellow bruises or the cold touch of his fingers that gave you shivers. you two spent so much time together, and he knew everything about you to a point where he could no longer separate his existence from yours. 
you were always in the apartment with him. he was always tasting your shoulder between his teeth. you were never happy next door. he was never at ease with you in his field of vision. 
“mark…?” you grabbed his hand because you could see traces of difficulties in his eyes rolling around like gleams of water.
he pursed his lips into a frown. “i’m so sick of your parents.” 
mark rubbed your cheek with tenderness like threading a needle when you widened your eyes and squeezed his wrist at the sudden statement. your hands were soft as your heart was; he never knew how retaliation and displacement were never within your line of thoughts. he never understood that while you learned of violence and shame at your parents’ feet, you learned to be loved and cared for under his hands. 
there was a knot he swallowed down his throat to his hammering heart. his heart told him he was in love with you, but the knot asked him for how long? 
“me too,” you giggled. 
his chest quivered at the scab on your cheek that quirked with you—the vaseline on his bedside came back to mind. he remembered he was going to apply it on your face. he was going to refill his water bottle for you to get hydrated. and he was going to ask you to stay at his apartment for the night to eat microwavable bento boxes with him. and you were both sick of your parents, but under his calloused hands and between the two weights on his twin-sized bed, you still got to learn what it means to be loved.
for how long? 
his heart dissolved the knot. it replied: forever. 
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norrisleclercf1 · 5 months
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The older drivers would carry or just hug you after a long flight and then happily fall asleep with you next to them or in their arms.
A/N: This includes, Mark, Sebastian, Fernando, no Kimi and Jenson for this one, sorry
Mark:
The flight back home lasted longer than he wanted it too. Delays, bad weather, lost luggage, he had it all trying to get home to you. It was late into the night when he pulled up to the ranch.
Eyebrows pinched when he sees the porch light on. Parking the car, he doesn't even bother grabbing his luggage as he trudges up the porch stairs. Inserting the key he jumps seeing your dog, Lagos wagging his tail.
"Quiet boy," Leaning down he pets the Australian Sheperd. "Let's go to bed," He whispers, heading to the bedroom. "Hey," "FUCK!" Mark jumps, having the dog bark loudly.
"Sorry, waited up for you." You giggle, head rolling to the side. "Jesus, don't scare me like that." Mark chuckles, walking over and leans his long body over yours. "I know, wanted to wait for you." Eyes dropping with sleep.
"Let's go to bed." Mark moves his arms, wrapping under your knees and back lifting you up. You move around in his arms and wrap yourself around him, arms and legs hooked on his neck and waist.
Mark walks to the bedroom, and heads straight to the bed and lays down, the two of you falling asleep instantly. You don't dare mention how you barely slept since he's left and neither does he.
Sebastian:
"I'm home!" Sebastian tried to yell, he really did but his voice failed him. It was a long flight as he started to not feel well the day before. Sebastian could hear the music from the kitchen, trying his best to have more energy but really he just wanted to sleep.
""AHg god! Seb!" Jumping, almost dropping the dishes when you turn seeing your worn-down husband. "Are you sick?" Sebastian goes to answer you, but a chest rattling cough is what answers you. "Sebby," You sigh, placing the plates down as you move to him.
"Come on, let's go lie down." Seb nods sadly, letting you drag him to the bedroom. "I'm glad to be home," He rasps, wincing from the burn deep in his throat.
"Me too," You pull down his head kissing it softly as he you help him change. He wears one of his bees shirts and long pants as he lays down in bed melting into the warmth of it. "Stay?" He pleads giving you puppy dog eyes.
"Of course," You don't even think twice as you join him in the bed. The rest of the dishes long forgotten.
Fernando:
Fresh off his high from his podium in Brazil, he couldn't wait to get home to you before the Vegas GP. And honestly, you miss your husband and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep next to him.
Fernando hasn't been able to sleep since he got the trophy, wanting to celebrate with you. The flight was long, flying from Brazil to Spain was not easy, but he'd do it for you.
Sitting in bed, you didn't expect to see his frame fill the door and the trophy hanging off his fingers. "Nando?" Closing your book, you crawl out of bed and rush to him. Fernando drops the trophy and his bag scooping you up into his arms.
He almost melts into your body the exhaustion seeping into his bones. Staggering, you balance yourself well keeping the two of you upright. "Sorry," His voice gruff with sleep as he leads you to the bed. Giggling he lays ontop of you burying his face into your neck.
"Sleep," Nando whispers letting the exhaustion drag him down.
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lorarri · 8 days
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ─ 𝐌𝐖𝟐 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ after thing get a little tense between you and george after the brazil gp mark has his work cut out for him but remember rule number one - don't fall in love ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ bodyguard! mark webber x fem! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ this isn't really as long as I would like it to be but anyway enjoy! ❩
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it's her security guard, mark webber
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MARKIE POOKIE
how are you feeling after last night
Y/N BBY
hung over but I'll live
hru?
I mean about the kiss and all
MARKIE POOKIE
ur team employs me we can’t date
it would be unprofessional
Y/N BBY
I'll be honest I like you alot
and I will protect you from my team and the media if need be
MARKIE POOKIE
well there no need to do that
I just got an email from your team
I have been fired
Y/N BBY
omfg
I'm gonna kill them
MARKIE POOKIE
don't
cuz atleast now we can date with out anyone stopping us
Y/N BBY
good point....
MARKIE POOKIE
so dinner at my place?
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yourinstagram to those who constantly stick there nose into my business fuck you and fuck off
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hyucks-archive · 2 years
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[23:21]
you press 'send', watching as the 'delivered' changes to 'read' almost immediately. you lock your phone, dropping it back into the little cubby you always put it in when you're driving. you tap your finger on the steering wheel, humming to the new song you've had on repeat for the last few days.
your eyes scan the somewhat familiar surroundings - usually, your boyfriend was the one who'd drive to your neighbourhood to pick you up for date nights, but you decided that you should be the one to drive him every once in a while.
you continue to look around, until something, or rather, someone, catches your eye in your side view mirror. the ends of your lips immediately tug upwards into a smile, watching as mark spots your car.
you see the way his expression immediately brightens up, a shy, excited smile decorating his pretty face. his footsteps quicken, and you swear you see him skip in excitement. you let out a giggle - your boyfriend is so adorable.
as he gets closer to your car, you see him stop for a moment. you raise your brows, tilting your head as you try to get a better view of what he's doing. you see mark taking in a deep breath, his fingers coming together in a gesture as though he's removing all displays of excitement from his face.
is he trying to act like he isn't excited to see you?
he opens the door to the passenger seat, getting in to your car. you tilt your head, eyeing him curiously. he greets you with a simple, obviously well thought out, "'sup."
you blink your eyes twice, staring at him with a blank expression. he returns the eye contact, raising both brows. "what?" he says.
you burst out into a hearty chuckle, leaving mark even more confused.
"what?" he asks once more, his voice accidentally cracking, causing you to chuckle even harder.
"why are you trying to act like you're cool?" you question, calming yourself down.
"what are you talking about?" he tosses back.
"i saw everything," you say, giving the sweetest smile that never fails to make flowers bloom around you in mark's point of view. "and i think you're so cute," you whisper, pulling mark towards you by his hoodie, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
you turn to face forward, starting the car back up, leaving mark all smiley as he pulls his hood over his head, hiding his burning cheeks from your line of vision.
"but you think i'm cool though, right?" he asks as you turn out onto the main street.
"sure, babe," you reply in the most unconvincing tone ever.
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