#kard fanfic

[lavenderbexlatte]

kinktober 2023 masterlist~

one sexy/nsfw oneshot per day, for the month of october 🎃😈

day 1:  day 2: submission - 🐰 kim yongsun & 🐹 moon byulyi day 3: mirror sex - 🐺 bang chan day 4: blindfolds - 🐼 jeon jiwoo day 5: mile-high club - 🦄 wong kunhang day 6: size difference - 🐝 lee jooheon day 7: in the club - 👑 matthew kim & 🐻 kim taehyung (kard) day 8: seduction - 🐰na jaemin day 9: suspension - 🐭 lee chaeryeong day 10: virginity - 🐑 liu yangyang day 11: 🐧 day 12: 🦊 day 13: threesome - 🐱 johnny suh & 🦁 mark lee day 14: anonymous sex - 🐢 chae hyungwon day 15: lingerie - 🍑 hirai momo day 16:  day 17: oral fixation - 🐶 kim seungmin day 18:  day 19: bath/shower - 🦁 ahn hyejin day 20: only one bed - 👑 matthew kim day 21: exhibitionism - 🐰🍑🐶 nct dojaejung day 22:  day 23:  day 24:  day 25:  day 26:  day 27:  day 28:  day 29:  day 30:  day 31: 

[zeiinhao]

“It definitely is more of a Purge treat.” - Built in blood

Fandom: KARD

Ship: Jiwoo x Somin aka Sowoo

Update: Chapter 14

Summary:

Tonight, the night of the Purge, beta Somin is out for revenge when omega Jiwoo just wants to survive this nightmare. Both unaware of the impact the growing outrage will have across the society.

“Yes, that’s exactly what she wants.”

Read on AO3

[markie-baby]

Teaser | Match My Freak🌹

"If you keep up with me I'll keep on coming back If you do it too good I'm gonna get attached 'Cause it feels like heaven when it hurts so bad Baby, put it on me I like it just like that..."

Nasty - Tinashe

♡ Pairing: gangboss!lover!bm x black!fem!reader

♡ Summary: You're an introverted woman, content with the quiet rhythm of your life as a remote social media manager, your world small and controlled, centered around your Koreatown apartment. But one Friday night, your vibrant best friend Sasha drags you out of your cocoon and into the pulsating heart of a local club. Among the flashing lights and throbbing music, your eyes lock with Matthew Kim, the notorious luxury club owner whose reputation as a ruthless crime boss precedes him.

♡ Genre: fluff/smut/thriller

♡ Warnings: language, gang-related violence, highly explicit sex scenes, drug use, mentions of drugs

I release Part I if this hits 20 notes 🌹

♡ NSFW Warnings: light bondage, spanking, hair pulling, overstim, edging, MDom to MSub, more warning to come 😈

[mykoreanlove]

I loved your angst Jackson scenarios, can you do one with BM from Kard where his partner wants to break up with him but he's trying to prevent it but fails? Could be because he cheated or wasn't giving enough attention to them

Pleeeeaase and thank you

hey anon, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories - that means the world to me :)

you are the first request I ever had (yeyyyy) so I hope you like the story I came up with.

all the love xo

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BAGGAGE

“Where does this train even go?”, he mumbled under his breath.

Head tilted; he was watching the worldly scenery vanish quickly in front of him. He found comfort in the rapid change outside as his thoughts were racing equally hasty. He hadn’t heard from you in weeks but still he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He composed the memories of you the same way he composed his songs.

First, he imagined your breathtaking visuals: your bright eyes, your cute nose and sensuous lips. Then, he added the sounds of your cute laughter and silent gasps. And lastly, he imagined you saying the most beautiful words: I love you, Matthew. I can’t picture my life without you, you’re all I need. Thinking of you like that always filled his heart with the utmost love. The warm fuzzy feeling spread through his whole body, leaving him happy and fulfilled. That tender feeling didn’t last long though, as the most recent memories clouded his mind too soon. What started out as the loveliest tune turned into the most caustic remix. Now he saw your tearful eyes and worried frowns, heard your desperate screams and spiteful words and listened to you breaking up with him. Those warm and fuzzy feelings turned icy, numbing his whole body.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, I miss her so much. What should I do?”, he muttered silently. Once again, he grabbed his phone and opened your chat. Your picture was still there. He felt the relief as he realized you had not deleted his number – maybe you missed him, too? Maybe you were looking at your phone and hoping for him to text you, too? Hyped up by his delusional fantasies he decided to text you.

Y/N… I miss you.

Eyes glued to his phone, not daring to even blink. His throat was dry, hands jittery and stomach tied into a knot. “She will answer, won’t she?” He gasped as he saw you typing. By now his heart was beating as fast as the train was going.

I miss you, too.

His eyes lit up as he processed those words.

You do?

Of course, I do. I think about you all the damn time.

Are you serious?

Yes. You wouldn’t believe how often I picked up my phone just to text you.

Yet you didn’t…

Yeah, I decided it was better not to.

Why?

I don’t know, I just felt like it wasn’t right.

It didn’t feel right? Texting me didn’t feel right?

He felt his blood boiling up again.

Yeah, to be honest I didn’t feel like you treated me well, so I backed off.

Oh, that’s funny of you to say. I felt the exact same way.

You did?

Yeah.. I really struggled those past few weeks.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, Matthew.

Why did you though?

Do you want me to be honest?

He had to think about that for a while. Did he want your honesty? BM often thought about the possible downfalls of your relationship. Did he spend too much time on his music? Did he spend too much time in the gym? Did he not make you feel loved? Did he not please you sexually? Was there someone else? He ruminated on all those questions countless times and never found an answer. So maybe it was time to finally reveal the truth.

Yes please.

When I first met you, I was head over heels in love with you. I know this sounds cliché but it’s true. I never met someone like you before. You showed me parts of you that I adored so much, and you also showed me new sides of myself that I got to love as well. I loved spending time with you. We always had a great time, didn’t we? Kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you, fucking you, talking about serious stuff with you – that all felt so comfortable. I knew that I didn’t want to be in a relationship when I met you but given the nature of all this, I changed my mind about it.

BM scoffed as he read the last sentence; the hurt of you dumping him still deeply ingrained in his heart.

You changed your mind about it? And yet you threw me away like I was garbage?

I can see why you would feel that way. But don’t you think you dumped me first?

NO?!

BM never had a heart attack, but this had to be it. What was that supposed to mean? “How the hell did I dump you first? I’ve been crying for weeks because you left me and now you have the guts to tell me I did that to myself?”, he was furious.

What the fuck do you mean?

Matthew.. Don‘t you think that you broke us up yourself?

Are you serious right now? No. No, I don‘t think that. At all. You abandoned me!!

You abandoned me long before I did. Has that ever occurred to you?

Well, enlighten me please, how did I do that, huh?

Weren’t you the one that decided that this relationship, this thing between us, could not work? Weren’t you the one that decided that it was doomed from the start? Weren’t you the one that declared that I was going to break your heart?

For a moment he forgot how to breathe. He stared at the screen, unable to answer, unable to process what was happening.

Weren’t you the one that got so much into your head and focused on your fears? Weren’t you the one that was dead set on me hurting you? Weren’t you the one distancing yourself because you were afraid?

Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.

Weren’t you the one that was convinced that I wasn’t serious about you? Weren’t you the one thinking that I must be fucking dudes on the side and only be toying with you? Weren’t you so sure about me being an easy girl that simply fucks around? Did you honestly think I would not notice this?

By now it was hard to read the messages, tears completely clouding his vision. “I never said that to her, what the fuck. It’s… it’s like she saw right through me. She saw what I was thinking about her, about us. How is that possible? How did she grasp my fears like that?”

Y/N

I-

Matthew, I wanted to love you. I wanted to stay by your side and build this beautiful connection I thought we shared. But you painted me as the bad guy. You made me into this menace that only used you for sex. You saw me as someone taking advantage of you and that irked me. I got so disgusted by you, that’s why I left. It felt unfair – you took my beautiful love and turned it into something so ugly. What does that say about you?

BM wiped away his tears, pulling his black beanie further down. Shame was flooding his whole body now. He asked for honesty, and he got it, all of this was true. What kind of person was he? Why the fuck did he always assume the worst? Why was he always sabotaging love? Deep down he knew why but he never had the courage to share his dark fears with others. Would it have been different if he had shared it with you? He started typing his reply to you, being totally honest and transparent for a change.

Y/N, you are right. About everything. I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you like that. I don’t know why I can’t stop doing that. I guess I’m just fucked up. I made horrible experiences in the past and got hurt, badly. I know I shouldn’t compare you to the girls I dated back then, honestly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to as they wouldn’t stand a chance. But the hurt they ingrained in me still lingers and that’s why I did that. I was afraid that you would break my heart. I was afraid that you would turn out like they did. I was afraid that this was too good to be true. And by fearing all that I created a monster. Out of myself and out of you. I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Deep down I know how wonderful you are – that’s the reason I fell in love with you. My fear made me see things that were not there and by doing that I pushed you away. I get that now. I guess you're right – I did abandon you first, even if it was only in my mind. But somehow you caught on to that and now you’re-

BM’s breath got stuck in his lungs as he noticed your picture disappearing. He didn’t have the chance to finish his side of the story as you finished it for him. “Gone”, was the last word he muttered before he deleted his whole paragraph and put away his phone. He stared out of the window again, lost in thought, wondering if he could ever change.

[rems-writing]

Tall manwich

@yourfatherlucifer yes there's a two-for-one deal for these fics. Plus, I need to write in features other than the characters from OUAT. So thanks for this. Also, thanks for the title name lol

Trope: dancer!Yunho x chauffeur!reader featuring dancer!BM

BM is a kpop solo artist who is also part of the group KARD.

Includes: gn!reader, mention of a size kink but it won't be overly sexual, slight angst, reader being cursed at by fans, reader gets hurt, mentions of blood, protective Yunho and BM

I wanna point that not all fans are like this! But this is the unfortunate reality idols must face every day. ENJOY THE FIC NONETHELESS :D

Another day, another dollar, and another batch of fans swarming around you and Yunho. The bodyguards were actually doing their job well!

These fans just like being bold. That's it.

They went from yelling and complaining to actual punching the bodyguards in their arms with their weak fists. You didn't understand how rowdy a celebrity's fans were until you were hired by Yunho's manager to drive him everywhere he goes.

From the grocery store to the studio he dances in, you had the routine on lockdown. You just had to get used to the fact that fans have nothing to do with their time other than find out where Yunho will be at this point in time of the day. As you kept your head down and walked alongside Yunho, the swarm of fans decided to switch tactics.

By aiming for you.

They pointed their cameras at you, called you names, cussed you out, told you to stay away from their beloved Jeong Yunho, and even resorted to physical violence.

From pulling on your hair

To straight up punching you

They laughed and called you weak as you doubled over in pain yet you kept walking. The bodyguards noticed and they became twice as aggressive in shoving the fans backwards. Yunho noticed and he tried to help but you held your hand up and reassured him that you were fine.

That broke Yunho's heart.

Ever since you got hired as his chauffeur, you've been receiving nothing but utter shit. From the fans and even down to some of his staff. The bodyguards were ok with you. He knew you could handle yourself yet he still felt this need to protect you. You've done so much for him. He wanted to give back.

After arriving at the venue, he saw you dart off to the nearest medical staff to have your wounds treated and his heart hurt even more. He refused to go with staff to get his hair and makeup done and even stood in the middle of the venue.

Yunho never got angry. He was the sweetest man alive. However, after seeing you get hurt, he wasn't feeling sweet right now. Some of the staff tried to coax him into the dressing room with fake reassurance that you were fine, but one glare from him had their words dying down in their throat and dispersing so he could be left alone. His manager saw this and asked gently if Yunho wanted to see you, to which he gave one simple nod firm to. His manager pointed to a room with a red cross sign hanging above the door, indicating you were in there. His long legs strided over to the room and he walked in.

You got punched in the face. Specifically, right on your mouth. Your lip was busted and split open but it wasn't severe enough to where your teeth were falling out nor were you spitting up blood. Yunho admired your strong will yet almost cried when he saw how disheveled you looked. You always made sure to look your best and thanks to those fans, your hard work was ruined.

Your hair was all over the place, your suit was wrinkled and stained due to a fan purposefully spilling a beverage on you, and your hands were shaking. It was a sign that your anxiety raised. Yunho immediately rushed over to you and held your hands gently. They practically disappeared underneath his huge hands and you looked at him with misty eyes. You were on the verge of crying.

He didn't like that.

"Shh. It's ok, bub. You'll be ok." Yunho reassured you quietly as he kissed your forehead. He cared for you so much. It made you wonder what you did to deserve it. Another presence entered the room and the both of you looked up to see another man and his staff.

"I was told you were in here. Are they ok?" The new man asked as he nodded at you. Yunho smiled slightly before nodding.

"They will be, BM."

BM, or Big Matthew, was a longtime friend of Yunho's. They used to be dance rivals, but tonight, they share the stage together. As BM sat down beside you, he beckoned his staff over to fix up your hair so it wouldn't get in the way of your face and the blood from your lip wouldn't stain it. He got a good look at you and his eyes widened in familiarity.

"No fucking way! Y/N L/N?!"

You smiled weakly as BM said your name with such enthusiasm.

"Hi, Matty. It's been a long time." You said shyly and he hugged you tightly yet carefully. Yunho was confused as to how BM knew you. BM saw the confusion on Yunho's face and he explained it to him.

"We used to go to elementary school together. They would protect me from my bullies."

Yunho smiled to himself as he envisioned a tiny version of you fending off this man's bullies when he was younger.

"By the time we got to middle school, we broke apart. I moved cities and never saw them again. Until today!"

BM's and Yunho's smiles were so bright that you thought you were going to go blind. You forgot your pain and recalled memories of you and BM in your youth while BM's staff fixed your hair and even picked out casual clothes for you to change into so they could iron your suit.

Alas, it was time for them to go on stage. You decided to stay in the medical room and watch from a monitor that the venue's employees provided you with. You wished them the best of luck.

---------------------------------------------------

The show ended and it was time for you to drive both Yunho and BM back to the hotel. BM happened to stay in the same hotel as Yunho and even stayed on the same floor! He just had a different room of course.

After changing into your suit and putting on a face mask so you could cover your busted lip, you waited for the two men to arrive. Once they did, you proceeded to go out first but Yunho held you back.

You were now sandwiched in between these two tall buildings God called men. Your face heated up due to being flustered upon seeing the sheer size differences between the three of you.

"You're not going out there first, bub. Hate me at the end of the day, but I'm protecting." Yunho whispered deeply in your ear while BM nodded in agreement.

"He's right. You finna stay in between our big tiddies until we reach your car. Got it?"

WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?!

Yunho snickered a bit while you sighed loudly.

"Ok fine."

From there, you stayed like that. Sandwiched in between these two men. The only time you got a break was when they had to sit in the back seat while you drove them.

Even when you arrived at the hotel, you still stayed sandwiched in between them. You had to suffer through their man boobs suffocating you when you entered the elevator and went up to your floor. After the elevator arrived, you exited and walked to your room.

Or tried to at least.

You ended up staying in Yunho's room, where the three of you laid on Yunho's bed. Their big bodies squished you and you felt more flustered than before.

Will BM most likely be in that bed with you and Yunho for the entire night?

Yes.

That's how much they cared for you.

[lilpumkin]

it’s time!!

so i’ve been stalking on here and i thought it was time to bring over my books and story’s from wattpad, i’ll upload a few tonight:)

[clariannahoney]

Omega's Triple Alpha Bliss Part 1

She had always known she was different. The way her body responded to certain scents, the way her heart raced at the sight of certain men. But nothing could have prepared her for this. Here she was, lying in nothing but a pair of lacy panties, with two Alphas sandwiching her from either side, their hands roaming over her body as they praised her like she was some kind of goddess. The third Alpha, Matthew Kim, was on top of her, straddling her small frame as he softly palmed her mound and pressed loving kisses up and down her neck.

"Oh, my," she gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. It was too much, too intense, and yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away. She was trapped in a web of desire, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You're so beautiful," Baekho murmured against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. His hand slid down to cup her breast, squeezing gently as he nuzzled her neck. "So perfect."

Kai, on her other side, leaned in to nip at her earlobe, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. "Such a good girl," he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. "You deserve all this and more."

Matthew's kisses trailed down to her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He lifted his head to look at her, his dark eyes filled with lust and something else—something deeper. "Do you like that, baby? Do you like being worshipped like this?"

She nodded, unable to speak, her throat dry with need. She wanted to say yes, to tell them how much she loved it, how much she needed it. But the words wouldn't come out. All she could do was moan as Matthew's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing her entrance.

Baekho's hand moved to her other breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Look at her, so responsive," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "So eager for us."

Kai chuckled, his hand sliding up to join Baekho's on her breast. "Maybe we should give her what she wants," he suggested, his tone playful. "What do you think, Matthew?"

Matthew's fingers were still working their magic, stroking her clit with slow, deliberate movements. "I think she deserves it," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "But let's make sure she knows how grateful we are first."

With that, he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching off the bed as the other two Alphas continued their ministrations. Baekho's hand moved lower, slipping beneath her panties to join Matthew's fingers inside her. Kai's hand left her breast to trail down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her panties to tease her ass.

The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. She felt like she was going to explode, her body thrumming with need. "Please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, I can't—"

Matthew pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Can't what, baby?" he asked, his voice soft and coaxing.

"I can't take it anymore," she confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's too much."

Baekho and Kai exchanged a glance, both of them grinning wickedly. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Baekho said, his voice soothing. "We'll take care of you."

With that, he pushed her panties down to her knees, exposing her completely to their gaze. Matthew shifted slightly, positioning himself between her legs as he lined his cock up with her entrance. "Ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with need.

She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Matthew didn't waste any time. With one smooth motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out at the sensation, her body clenching around him as he began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

Baekho and Kai watched with rapt attention, their hands still roaming over her body. "Fuck, she's tight," Baekho muttered, his voice filled with awe. "So wet."

Kai nodded in agreement, his hand moving to stroke her clit in time with Matthew's thrusts. "Perfect," he said, his voice reverent. "Absolutely perfect."

Matthew's pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers with increasing urgency. She could feel her orgasm building, closer and closer with each thrust. "Almost there," she panted, her voice strained with effort. "So close."

Baekho leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Let go, sweetheart," he urged. "Let yourself go."

With a cry of release, she did just that, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Matthew followed soon after, his own release spilling into her as he continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, she lay there, panting and spent, her body limp and relaxed. The three Alphas surrounded her, their hands still touching her, their eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good girl," Matthew murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "So good."

Baekho and Kai echoed his sentiment, their voices filled with pride and affection. "You were amazing," Baekho said, his hand stroking her hair. "Truly incredible."

Kai leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. "We're so lucky to have you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

She smiled weakly, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly happy, truly fulfilled. And as she drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the three men who adored her, she knew that this was where she was meant to be.

[xmaeve]

➸ ICKY. ▹ 🔔 Status ✘ Doada. ▹ 📍 Feat ✘ @chanyouchan. ▹ 🎙° música .

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober 2023 MASTERLIST

SF9:

Seventeen:

Pentagon:

P1Harmony: Jiung- Studio Sesh

NCT:

Monsta X:

KARD:

Ikon:

Enhypen:

Treasure:

The Boyz:

Big Bang:

Exo: Permission Granted-Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun

Got7:

BTS:

Ateez:

Stray Kids:

TXT:

Shinee:

[max-w0lf68]

Warnings: Pet names, mentions of loss and death, fluff, light teasing, play fighting. (Sorry if I forgot anything!)

Word Count: ~1.8k

(World view reference: 113 Willow Dr Residence, 115 Willow Dr Residence.

Chapter 1 - Welcome Home

- Jaemin's POV -

Today marks the first day back in my hometown.

As I make my way through the small town I know so well, I'm overcome with nostalgia. Flooded with memories of my Childhood.

Neither mom nor I had been back since dads passing. She had frequently talked about moving back into our old family home, but always hesitated and eventually backed out. After She passed she left the house to me, so I figured now would be a good time to go back to my roots.

Pulling into the house driveway I find myself even more anxious than I had anticipated. I take a deep breath as I step out of my car, wondering if I had made the right choice.

As I start to overthink my decisions, the front door swings open and a very happy face greets me. His almost fluffy, half styled and half messy, short hair bounced as he made his way over to me. Although he only had on slides, he still towered over my 154cm frame.

"Matthew~!" I cooed at him as he wrapped his big outstretched arms around me.

"Welcome home bunny!" He said as I stood on my toes to throw my arms over his shoulders.

Tightening his grip around my waist, he lifts me up and spins in a small circle before setting me back down.

"Here, pop the trunk. I'll help you with your bags." He says as he makes his way to the back of the car. I push the button on my keys and he opens it, grabbing 2 large bags and heading inside, using his foot to swing the already cracked door open.

"GUYS! JAEMIN'S HOME!" I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard him yell.

I chuckled softly, shaking my head as I turned to grab a stack of boxes about 3 high.

Making my way along the large stone path, I trip over one of the stone edges and fall forward, but to my surprise, I never hit the ground. I looked up to See a man with loose fluffy light brown hair and worried hazelnut eyes staring down at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice calm and smooth like honey.

I nodded as I quickly regained my footing, taking a step back. He was tall, taller than Matthew even, with a broad but slender build. His white button up shirt hung loosely off his shoulders but was messily tucked into his dark jeans.

"I'm okay. Thank you." I reply as I lightly readjust the boxes in my hands.

The sun setting behind him and the soft smile he held felt as if I had somehow entered a K-Drama.

"Let me help you with those." He suggested, taking a step forward.

Just then a hand appears on top of the boxes and another under them from beside me.

" I think we got it bro." Matthew says, giving the stranger a suspicious look as he completely takes the boxes out of my lose grip.

The man stops in his tracks, raising his hands.

"Whatever you say boss, just offering." He states with a slightly dropped expression toward Matthew before lazily lowering his hands to rest in his jean pockets.

He looks over at me, the sweet smile returning to his lips.

"Careful on the stones." He winks then turns around, making his way back to his house.

"What was that all about?" Matthew mutters under his breath, shaking his head as he takes the boxes inside.

I find myself in an almost trance like state as I watch the strange man walk away.

- Saebyeok's POV -

Mid conversation, Yunho glances out the window, his eyes light up and he darts out the door with that goofy smile he gets when he's excited about something.

"Bro where are you going?!" I yell before the door shuts lightly behind him.

I make my way over to the window and peer out to see him jogging towards the neighbors driveway, his fluffy brown hair bouncing like puppy ears, where a girl was getting boxes out of her car. She doesn't seem to notice him at first, the boxes slightly obstructing her view.

"She's tiny.." I mutter to myself.

Just as Yunho reaches her, she trips. Yunho doesn't hesitate, like he saw it coming, and catches her.

I can tell from the window just how red she was and the look of awe spoke louder than words.

"Well look at you Romeo." I chuckle, continuing to watch.

After a moment, a man close to Yunho's size walks out taking the boxes from her, almost immediately Yunho throws his hands up starting to back away then turns around and comes back.

I can see his eye roll when he notices me from the porch before coming inside.

"Wow you backed off that one real quick, brother." I jest.

"What was I supposed to do? Fight her roommate? That'd make a great first impression, I'm sure." He rolls his eyes again, crossing his arms.

"Oh, what happened to the suaveness of the 'Oh! I'm going to catch the damsel in distress!'" I laugh as he just drops his jaw slightly, pressing his tongue to his cheek.

Through my laughing I look to Kevin who had just walked into the room behind Yunho and in a deep mocking voice "Do you need any help ma'am?"

Yunho scoffs "I'm never going to live that down now.." He sighs as he turns and walks past Kevin into the kitchen.

Kevin looks at me with a confused expression. "Yunho saw the neighbor girl moving boxes and ran to help but got scared away by her roomie" I inform.

A gasp comes from the stairs. "They were roommates?!" Seungmin quotes dramatically, covering his mouth in pretend shock.

I laugh at the joke as Kevin rushes past me to look out the window.

"Simp!" I tease and he gives me a glare before wrapping an arm tightly around my shoulders and messing up my hair. "Shut it shorty!" he chuckles while I try to escape.

"I'm average height thank you!" I protest.

- Jaemin's POV -

"That's Yunho." A deep voice sounds by my ear, making me jump.

I quickly turn to see a face I recognize only from face time calls with Matthew, smirking at me.

"Ni-Ki! You can't just sneak up on me like that!" I scold, my face slightly red and flustered.

With his hands in his hoodie pocket, he narrows his eyes leaning forward.

"Is it really sneaking if I just walked up to you?" He remarks, his smirk not fading.

I roll my eyes at him, crossing my arms.

Without changing his stance, he throws his arms out to the sides. "Now, hug me."

I hesitate for just a moment before reluctantly accepting his hug.

" It's nice to finally meet you in person." He continues.

I smile at him as I pull away.

"Likewise…duckling~."

His once cocky smirk instantly disappears as his arms drop to his sides.

"I-" he starts to speak as I turn back towards the car and grab a large bag, placing it into his arms before grabbing one myself and heading inside. Ni-Ki right on my heels, protesting. "I'm not a duckling Jae- I- I'm a puma! Really!"

I can't help but smile wider at his pouty protest. "Okay, kitty~" I giggle slightly as he catches up to my side, looking shocked.

He continues to pout as he follows me upstairs and to my room at the end of the hall, Matthew chuckling at the scene as he passed by to get the last few boxes from the car.

Heading back down to the kitchen, Ni-Ki hadn't left my side, probably hoping I'd take back the baby like nicknames.

Yechan slides a drink across the island to me as I walk up, stifling a laugh.

"Bro you're like a lost puppy." He pokes at Ni-Ki. "Jaemin, you should have seen him. He's been looking out the windows and bugging BM all day about how much longer it'd be till you got here. He about fell down the stairs when Matthew called for us, trying to get outside." He laughs.

I looked over at Ni-Ki, his ears and face were as red as fresh strawberries.

"I-I did not! D-Don't exaggerate!" Ni-Ki studders as he denies the accusations.

"Uh-huh. Sure." Yechan jokes back, causing Ni-Ki to shrink down a bit.

Next thing I know, a large arm wraps around me pulling me into 2 bodies. Matthew had grabbed both Ni-Ki and I and pulled us into a group hug.

"It's okay pup. We were all excited for Jaemin to get here." He jests at Ni-Ki a bit, motioning with his hand for Yechan to join.

He reluctantly follows as BM suggests.

"Welcome home, Jaemin. It's nice to actually meet you face to face." Yechan's smile not fading from the moment we walked in the room.

After our greetings, I head up to my room to get everything unpacked.

Once done I stood by my open door, looking around at the master bedroom that once belonged to my parents. Now decorated in my own style, it was barely recognizable.

Memories start to come to mind and tears well up in my eyes.

"You okay bun?" Matthew peers over my shoulder at my face.

I nod lightly as I look away, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

He sighs softly, pulling me into his chest. "You don't have to deny it or hold it back bunny. I know it's hard right now, but I promise everything is going to be okay." He strokes my hair as he speaks.

Giving into my emotions, I burry my face in his hoodie and hold on to him tightly for a moment.

Once I am finally able to control my shaky breathing and compose myself a bit, I take a slight step back, looking up at him.

He gently pushes stray hairs out of my face before speaking. "Come on, foods here. I ordered your favorite honey chicken."

His attempt to make me feel better brings a smile to my face. "You should have started with that." I tease and weakly punch at his upper arm.

"Ow! She got me!" He dramatically grabs his arm, falling back against the doorway and starts to slowly slide downward. "Oh! It hurts!"

I can't help but laugh. "Oh yeah?! There's more where that came from!" I joke as I barley lay the smallest taps on him with my fists, mocking impact sounds between his dramatic "Ow!", "Stop!", "No more!", "Ah!", "You're to strong!", and "Help me!" pleas and laughs.

Matthew all of a sudden retaliates, tickling at my sides.

"AH!" I yelp and laugh as I struggle to get away. Once free I sprint straight down the stairs, Matthew hot on my tail.

Yechan is on the living room couch and Ni-Ki is standing in the middle of the room, facing us as we enter.

"Ni-Ki! Help me!" I shout as I dart behind him, using his large frame as cover.

Although seemingly confused by the expression on his face, he throws his arms out to his sides in a defending manner. Holding his ground between Matthew and I.

Both me and Yechan are laughing at the scene playing out, meanwhile Matthew had a slightly offended look directed at Ni-Ki as he laughed.

"Bro, it's not that deep." He jokes. "What do you think I'm gunna do? Eat her?!" He laughs as he steps forward.

"Knowing you? Maybe!" Ni-Ki pokes back, puffing up a bit before grabbing a pillow off the couch and throwing it at BM.

"Oh, it's on duck!" Matthew says as he picks the pillow up and darts towards Ni-Ki, who in turn runs like hell.

Yechan and I laugh hysterically as the boys chase each other.

Living with these three is definitely going to be interesting, that's for sure.

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day 7: in the club

kard 2.1k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) x Kim Taehyung (J.Seph) NSFW

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Eventually, one of them will give up.

It's worked out like that the one or two other times you've been pursued by more than one person in the club. At some point, one of them sees you with another and gives up. Easier than ghosting, less confrontational than trying to explain that you found someone else. Problems take care of themselves, in this context.

So you enjoy the attention of both men, one on each side of the crowded club.

The first man is a playful, solid-built guy with clear features and a pervasive air of shyness, despite how bold he's being with you. His ears and neck drip silver jewelry, and his denim-on-denim is distressed black fabric from his fashion cap to his designer sneakers.

He dances with you, a gracious amount of space between his body and yours even as his fingers sneak into your back pocket, and he doesn't say much. You like him, though, as much as you can like a random guy in the club.

You think you'll be going home with him, until you cross the club to find one of the friends you came here with, and your attention is caught all over again.

The second man is huge, tall and broad and masculine, dressed in loose leather pants and a plaid shirt over a tank top that hides nothing of his chiseled physique. He talks an awful lot, slang and bad jokes and insistence that he buy you a fresh drink - right into your hand from the bartender, safe and respectful - and then hold it so that no one fucks with it.

He's class-clown attractive, fuckboy attractive, but he's so sweet and earnest that you wonder how he was given a Doberman face with a golden retriever soul.

They're both excellent options, so you don't really care which one ends up scaring off the other. It'll take care of itself.

You weave your way back across the packed dancefloor, back to Cap Guy from Tall Guy. Cap Guy is right where you left him, leaning against the wall, sipping from a half-empty beer.

If this next set doesn't have a song that you like, you might just ask him back to your place right away instead of heading back out to dance. You're getting kind of tired, and you could really use a night like this.

But as you reach Cap Guy, a hand on your shoulder lets you know that you've been operating with unfortunate tunnel vision.

You did not notice that Tall Guy has been following you.

And here he is, right behind you, looking clean over your head at Cap Guy.

They're looking at each other with an expression that you can't begin to understand, something like understanding but also a twinge of what you swear is humor. Cap Guy is nearly grinning.

"I..." you start, unsure if talking will help but unable to stop yourself. "I'm-"

But Tall Guy cuts you off. "Dude."

He surged forward and meets Cap Guy's outstretched hand in a high-five so resounding that you can hear the slap of it over the bumping club music.

"Wondered where you'd been all night, bro, this is nuts," says Tall Guy.

"Should've known," Cap Guy replies.

"You two...know each other, then," you say weakly.

Tall Guy leans fully on Cap Guy's shoulder, comfy and relaxed. "Sephy is, like, my best fuckin' friend."

They're best friends.

"You have good taste, no lie," he adds.

They don't seem mad, which is a relief. You wouldn't want two big guys pissed at you for two-timing them. But you're still in for an awkward departure, here. So much for problems fixing themselves.

"Still," you say, forcing as natural a laugh as you can, "Still, a little weird. Sorry."

Tall Guy looks at Cap Guy - Sephy? "Weird? S'it weird?"

"I should be heading home soon, anyway," you excuse.

Hopefully they'll give you the graceful out, and not make a scene about the fact that you've been-

"Home? Already?" asks Cap Guy.

"Yeah, yeah, my friend was looking a little drunk, and-"

"Means you don't wanna have any more fun with us?" Tall Guy asks.

"Us?" you echo, nonplussed.

"Unless you're not down for that," says Cap Guy.

"Us, like..." you point back and forth between the two of them.

Cap Guy nods. Tall Guy is just watching you, tongue poking between his teeth in a dangerous grin.

You're dumbfounded, which means honesty falls right out of your mouth. "I did not think that would be an option."

Tall Guy laughs. "C'mon. I know a place."

He charges off, cutting a clean path through the clubgoers with his significant height. Cap Guy shakes his head, and leans into you, a gentle hand urging you forward after his friend.

"Matt is just like that," he says. "If you're down, though, he does kind of know a place."

"Matt," you repeat.

"Matthew. Or Matt. And you can call me Seph."

They sound like codenames or something, fake names, but you're not about to press them about it.

Matt weaves his way around one of the large circular platforms around the dancefloor, the last one before the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms and back of house. There are two gorgeous go-go dancers on the platform, young women in complimentary outfits and dark makeup, and as Matt passes, he reaches upward. One of the girls, all shaggy hair and long dagger nails, looks at him, looks at you following behind him, and daps him up.

"Don't make a mess!" she yells, deep voice carrying from her podium.

The other girl, a vision in a tiny skirt, rolls her eyes and waves at Seph as he leads you past.

"Friends of ours," Seph tells you needlessly. "They work here, so no worries about getting...interrupted."

You wonder what you've just gotten yourself into.

'Knowing a place' turns out to be something more like 'being aware of the employee lounge.'

That's what it looks like, at least; a closet-sized room with a mini fridge, a half-broken neon sign with beer logo on it, and a busted couch. Two sets of handbags and cosmetic pouches and spare clothes on a table to one side suggest that maybe those two go-go dancers use this room. It explains the demand not to make a mess, anyway.

"S'okay with you, right?" Matthew checks again, as you tentatively step into the little room.

"What? This?"

"Yeah. We ain't about to pressure you into nothing."

The atmosphere is tense, loaded. This room is right next to the bathroom, right down a very short hall from the dancefloor. The music is still loud in here, thumping bass through the walls and the same kind of hazy air as in the rest of the place. It's dark, it's just slightly too warm, and it's so small that you're already pressed to Seph's side.

It's new. It's exciting.

Not to mention that both of these guys are so incredibly hot, you don't quite understand how you got both of them in here with you.

"Yeah, I'm good," you say.

Matt grins again. "Then what're we waitin' for?"

You expect him to make the first move, considering the difference between his personality and Seph's, but you're mistaken.

No, it's Seph who has the door slammed shut and your back pressed to it in an instant, one of his arms propped over your head and the other holding you by the chin, strong hands but gentle grip. He's completely blocking your view of Matt, which is just as well. A hand sneaks over and takes the cap off Seph's head, revealing messy brown hair that falls into his eyes.

Better for you. Nothing in your way, as Seph tilts your chin up and kisses you, firm and certain but still so gentle.

When he pulls back, you can see Matthew again, looming, wearing the cap backwards over his bright blue hair. He looks far too pleased with the scene in front of him, and suddenly you're self-conscious, ducking forward to hide your face in Seph's collarbone.

Music still shakes the walls, the beat quick and loud. Maybe reggaeton.

"Still good?" Seph asks.

You feel the question in his chest as you hear it, something reassuring to the solidness of him, and despite your nerves, you answer, "Yeah."

"Good."

He turns the two of you around just for more hands to catch you, Matt's grip firm on your waist, guiding you one, two, three steps back before he sits heavily on the couch. You follow him down, and his ridiculous height and musculature means that he has you arranged just right, straddling his lap, before you even know it.

You can't help but consider that their comfort comes from experience.

How often do they do things like this?

You voice that question, tentative under Matt's intense gaze, and he laughs. "'S' happened. Y'know. Whenever it seems like a good time."

Unhelpful.

"What's a broship if you haven't seen each other naked, anyway?" Seph adds, and Matt laughs again.

"Speakin' of..."

A brow quirked, he goes for the hem of your top, and it's with a few words of encouragement and a brief retreat to be able to wrestle buttons and zippers that you find yourself stripped to your underwear and back on his strong lap.

"This isn't seeing each other naked," you point out, when your senses return.

Both of them, the one beneath you and the one hovering within reach, are both still fully clothed, and it makes you a little self-conscious.

Matthew nods. "You're so right."

He takes Seph's denim jacket by the back collar and yanks it down his arms unceremoniously, far cry from the way he's handling you. Seph shrugs the garment off, nonplussed.

It's taken in turns from there. Matt's flannel shirt, the undone belt and popped button on Seph's jeans. Your bra, leaving you still the most exposed by far. Matt's pants, finally, but amusingly, not his tank top. Your panties.

"Still only me," you complain again, when you're fully nude in the thick air of the lounge.

Grinning, jostling you on his lap so that you can feel the shape of his hard-on against your thigh, Matt takes Seph's cap off his own head and puts it on you, instead.

"There."

Maybe it's the sweet, silly gesture, or maybe it's how Seph's expression changes just a little bit into something hungry and fond, but suddenly, you're not nervous anymore. It's your turn.

Back against the door you go, standing, pulling Seph close, and guiding him to press you against the thin wood.

"I wanted you, first, anyway," you tease, loudly enough that Matt protests from back on the couch.

A glance proves that he's not bothered in the slightest, though, lounging just how you'd left him, hand dipping into the waistband of his boxers.

The cap doesn't fit well, but Seph adjusts it on your head anyway as he tugs his jeans down - not off, but down just enough...

As he's sliding home - an easy slide, too, you've been worked up for ages, hours - with one hand holding your thigh up over his hip and the other bracing himself against the door so that his weight pins you there, half-suspended, it happens.

The doorknob turns, fruitlessly, since there's a fair bit in the way of it opening.

The music is still pounding outside, the quick eight-count of what is most definitely reggaeton, but much closer than that, you can hear a woman's voice.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Matt calls.

The doorknob stops moving.

"You're not serious. In my club?" the girl on the other side complains.

"So serious," Seph adds.

There's a noise, maybe a scoff, maybe a gasp, at how close his voice is.

"We're busy, Minny, take your break later," says Matt.

"Busy," she said, venomous, the voice of an exasperated sibling.

All the while, of course, Seph has been pumping into you shallowly. Torturous, in your opinion. Extremely unfair. You'd prefer not to embarrass yourself right now, but he's leaving you without many options.

"Tell her," Seph says, and after a second, you realize he's looking at you, talking to you.

You blink at him.

"Tell her how busy."

It doesn't even cross your mind to say no.

No, instead, you try. "We're a - a little b- ah!"

The last part is a garbled moan, too loud and half-swallowed at the same time. It's Seph's fault, a well-timed, deep-and-dirty grind into you, pelvis against your clit for just a second, and you really can't help it. You hear the girl on the other side of the door sigh, resigned.

"Come to the bar when you're done. Drinks are on the house, for dealing with these two." With the way that Seph is all but holding you up now that your legs threaten to give out, the way that Matt is standing now, watching with unabashed hunger in his face, you think you're definitely going to take her up on that.

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If You Love Me | pt.2

🌹Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part I 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹language, highly descriptive sex scenes, spit-play, neck area, ear area, mentions of marriage 🌹word count: 10,147 🌹After months of absence, Mark surprises you with a getaway trip to the Mediterranean, but his hidden agenda unveils a life-changing surprise that alters your relationship forever. 🌹Ya'll really got this to 20 notes 😭I really didn't expect it 'cuz I felt like the story was way longer and wasn't as well written as Butt-Naked at The MGM✨ (which ya'll have been running TF UP) I don't know what to say other than thank you. Writing Smut again has been therapeutic in a strange way. I will continue writing female-focused consensual and SAFE smut for K-pop h0es!!! Much love. 📢I will be taking a short break from my main boo, Mark Tuan (we're not breaking up I swear) Just have some other K-pop daddies I have been neglecting. If you are a fan of #KARD you might be seeing a BM fantasy coming soon. 👀

~ The Next Morning

You woke up to the warmth of bright sunlight hitting your face.

You had slept so soundly that you felt fully rested, instead of exhausted from being awake late the previous night. As you recalled the events of the night before, a sleepy smile appeared on your face. Memories of how your incredible prince treated you like a princess would satisfy anyone's needs, but your biggest gain was just that you got to spend some quality time with him. You reached out to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to touch the skin of your man, only to feel the crinkle of cold sheets in return. Mark was not in bed.

You immediately frowned, got out of bed, and pulled one of his shirts over your bare body. It was slightly too big for you but being engulfed in his smell after months of not being able to touch him, was utterly satisfying. Just as you stumbled out of the room and made your way down the stairs, the smell of hot, fresh breakfast filled your nose.

You walked to the kitchen and saw Mark's toned back facing you. You quietly inched closer behind him, hugged him by the waist, and poked your face to his side.

"Hey you," Mark greeted you with a grin.

"Hey," you smiled back.

"Good Morning," he turned to you and gave you a morning kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a good pair of sneaky hands."

"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.

"Sit down, I just made us breakfast," Mark told you as he pulled the omelets off the skillet with a spatula and placed each delicately on their own plate.

"Thank you, Markie. You didn't have to do this." You said, sitting on the barstool stool at the island. "But since you made me stay up and took the energy out of me last night, I guess it's well deserved."

He sets a glass of orange juice in front of you.

"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.

"You mean super cute?" You asked through a pout.

Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.

When the last plate was on the counter, you returned to your seat and gave him a cheeky smile. Mark barely resisted the urge to kiss right then and there as he covered his laughter with a quiet sigh.

"Now can we eat?"

"Of course, thank you, Mark. This looks amazing."

"No problem, love." He pulled his stool closer to the counter and sat next to you.

You both finished your breakfast quietly while playing footsie until Mark broke the silence.

"So, are you excited for the trip?" he smiled at you.

"Yeah, especially since I had no idea I was even going on a trip in the first place. Are you gonna give me any clues as to where we are going?" You said, playfully pouting your bottom lip.

"No, it's a surprise, remember? You just have to be patient. We leave the day after tomorrow, so start packing."

You smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. As he sat up, still chewing his last bite, you just stared, taking in everything about him. He had such a genuine personality and you loved it, so you continued, watching his concentrated expression. He finally looked at you, his intense gaze boring into you. The edges of his eyes crinkled as his lips stretched into a smile. God, he was beautiful.

"Now why do you keep staring at me like that?" He laughed.

"Like what?" You asked innocently.

Mark knew you well. His words only said 'stop,' but his eyes didn't match. He couldn't say no to you. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew him too well to know that he liked it. Suddenly the atmosphere became tenser, and heat pooled in your stomach when you remembered how he looked down at you last night in the shower. Your eyes almost glossed over, and you immediately bit the corner of your lip.

"If you think that by staring at me like that you can convince me to do something, then you're wrong," he grabbed both plates and placed them in the sink.

"Mmhm, whatever, you love it," you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Mark walked back over to you, his hands found your waist and pulled you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer to you.

"I haven't got enough of you yet," he breathed before taking your lips into a slow and passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours, not leaving any room between you. Mark broke the kiss by nibbling your lower lip.

He slowly licked the path to your ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want..."

You cradled his head closer. "I want to know where the fuck you're taking me on vacation." You moved your hands away from his neck as you dashed up the stairs, giggling.

"Come back here!" He jokingly called from downstairs and a few seconds later, his footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs. Before you knew it you felt Mark's arms wrap tightly around and lift you in the air.

"Shit!!"

You giggled as he threw you both on the bed, running his nose along your neck and collarbone.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Mark buried his face into your chest and spoke in a muffled voice, "Not telling," The vibration from his voice sent tickles into your body, causing Mark to look up and laugh.

"You're just too cute." He reached for your cheek, cupping it with his hand and gently brushing your skin.

You say "I'll be even cuter, after hearing where we're going." You wiggled your eyebrows.

Mark groaned. He could see that you weren't completely persuaded, so he slowly walked over to the nightstand next to your shared bed and opened its drawer. After an anxious few seconds of shuffling around, Mark pulled out a red envelope.

"What's that?" You asked as he walked towards you.

"Our flight info. That's all you're getting out of me. No more spoiling the surprise."

You carefully took the envelope from his grasp as Mark stood over you. You unfolded the tucked sheet of folded paper and navigated the text until you saw his name. You read the location aloud:

Destination: LAX - SKG

You paused as your brows furrowed in confusion. "SKG?"

"That's Greece," Mark whispered, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"Mark! Ahhhhhh!!!" You yelped before launching onto him, almost sending him flying back. He looked up at you and let out a laugh. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You planted sloppy, wet kisses across his face before his hands slipped from under him and he fell back against the mattress with you.

"I'm glad you like the surprise." Mark looked up at you with a wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.

You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."

You nuzzled your nose against his. He reached his hands up and interlaced his fingers with your own.

"Seven days, just the two of us, with a beautiful beach and breathtaking scenery."

"A whole week alone...? Mark...do you realize what you're saying? No cameras, no schedules?" You say sarcastically.

"I know. I'm just as excited as you are. There's no rush, we can take things as fast or as slow as we'd like to. We can sightsee and take pictures and eat tons of delicious food." Mark grinned.

You chuckled in response as Mark placed a kiss on your cheek.

"But honestly," Marks lifted his head and turned his eyes from you. "I don't care who sees us together." He stopped, blushing slightly, "I doubt any fans will see us in Greece, but even if they do, I want you by my side. Not ten feet behind me."

He reached up and stroked your cheek, slowly running his thumb against the dark tint of your skin.

"I'd love that, Mark." Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel your blood thumping through your veins. Your palms felt slightly clammy and a flush of warmth rushed to your cheeks. Mark's confession was adorable to you, even though it sounded like something a child would say, Mark did so in a way that could make you melt like gooey caramel. His words radiated sincerity and you couldn't contain the flutter in your stomach, let alone hide the stupidly happy expression on your face. After spending the morning curled up with Mark and marathoning a slew of series on Netflix, you both finally got a well-deserved nap.

The anticipation leading up to the trip to Greece had been building for days, and you were filled with a restless excitement that lasted throughout the entire sixteen-hour plane ride. As you landed in Thessaloniki, the view was truly breathtaking. You were immediately struck by the explosion of colors, mountains, and gorgeous buildings that surrounded the plane. Everything was so unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You were able to pass through customs quickly, and the moment you stepped outside, the warm Mediterranean sun hit your face. You were greeted with a colorful array of sights, sounds, and smells. Mark was holding your hand, and you felt his grip tighten as you squeezed his hand in excitement.

"We're finally here," he said, smiling.

"Mark, this is incredible."

"Come on, let's get our luggage and go. We have a car waiting for us."

Mark led you to the luggage claim, and you quickly found your bags. He insisted on carrying them as the two of you made your way out of the airport. Outside, a driver was waiting for you, and he helped load your luggage into the trunk of the car. You and Mark climbed into the back seat, and the driver started the engine.

As your driver made her way to the property, you felt Mark's warm palm clasp perfectly with yours, like a puzzle piece. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel a sense of completeness that hadn't been felt in a long time. Mark drew a long, meaningful gaze into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You felt your heart race as Mark leaned in, closed his eyes, and gently kissed your warm lips. It was a moment that you would never forget, and it was just the beginning of what would be an unforgettable trip.

As you pulled up to the house, you were in awe. You have found yourself far from the busy city of Thessaloniki, to the more intimate beach town of Ayía Triás. The beach house that Mark had rented was beautiful. Stucco walls coated a one-story tan house. An archway led you inside the entryway from the courtyard. A terrace filled with white wicker furniture had a glass cocktail table with a large umbrella for shade. Even better was the location. Although the house was directly on the beach, it provided seclusion and privacy that made the island feel as though it were the only place in the world. From where you were standing, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

"So, what do you think?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face.

"I can't believe this is where we are staying."

You were dumbfounded as the two of you made their way inside. This area of the house was decorated with bright modern colors, shades of teal and white reflected in the decoration and furniture. In the middle of the living room area was a large sectional couch facing the back terrace and a sparkling pool.

"My good friend's family owns the property, and they often rent it out to their friends and family," Mark said as he placed the suitcases next to the entryway. "Since we are visiting during a non-seasonal time of year, there was no issue with me renting it."

"It's gorgeous Mark." You wrapped your arms tightly around him, giggling with delight.

Mark slid his arms over your shoulders, bringing your body close to his and returning the embrace. He took the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"There's so much I want to see with you here." He started with his eyes fixated on you, not even a second without glancing.

"Me too," You said in-between a yawn. "But we should get some rest after that long plane ride."

He nodded in agreement before yawning himself. "Let's check out the bedroom."

His fingers danced lightly across your shoulders as he gestured for you to lead the way. You walked across the glossy wood floor to a spacious master bedroom where you quickly dropped all of your heavy bags. You eyed the large, king-sized bed, adorned with a deep coffee frame and fluffy linen sheets. Mark was close behind and once you saw him enter the doorway, you immediately peeled off your jeans and shirt, exposing your lacy underwear set.

Mark stopped midway as his eye caught you stripping, and he watched you confidently discard your top and bra. He glanced at your body from behind. His stare was obvious, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Once you were bare, you carefully folded your clothes, and you neatly stacked them in a small pile beside your suitcase.

Mark appeared in your peripheral vision with his eyes gazing all over your beautiful caramel-colored skin. "We should take a nice, long shower, don't you think?"

You giggled softly as he placed his hands on your warm thighs, tracing small circles with the pad of his thumb. The warm pads of his fingers felt nice as he slipped his fingers slowly into the thin fabrics of your underwear and gave a firm squeeze to your bottom.

"Yes, we should. But I think you may be talking 'bout something else." You smirked and bopped his nose. "You know we're both too tired for that."

Mark groaned, sounding almost pouty, and pulled his fingers away.

"You really kill a guy's vibe sometimes." The mischievous glimmer in his eyes showed how much he loved teasing you.

You both took a shower before you jumped on the bed, stealing one of Mark's bigger shirts to wear to bed and tucking your hair inside your bonnet. As Mark stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, it hung past his hips, resting just below his v-line. Mark strolled over to his duffle bag, letting you eye his still-damp body glistening in the late afternoon light.

"Which side of the bed you want?"

Without taking your eyes off him, you moved to the side closest to the window and let your head fall back on the cloud-like pillow. His abs flexed as he bent over and searched through his bag for a new pair of boxers to wear. Just the way his muscles moved under his skin enticed you so much.

"Do you plan on staring for the rest of the night?" he chuckled.

"Maybe," You curled your body, letting the cover bounce off you with a quiet rustling. "Just admiring the view."

Mark threw the wet towel into the hamper before sliding into a pair of his Calvin's and turned off the light, leaving the room to glow orange in the evening light. Allowing yourself to melt into the mattress, the thick duvet and soft pillowcase cradled your head like a cloud. With Mark tucked warmly under the covers, you instinctively moved towards him until you felt his body heat coming from his pillow. Mark smiled in the dark and mirrored you, shifting to his side, tilting his head slightly down, and his chest grazed the skin between your shoulder blades.

"Thanks for going on this trip with me," Mark spoke lowly.

"Well, it's not like I had a choice", You joked. "You most definitely planned a whole trip without my knowledge."

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending that you didn't enjoy the surprise."

"Of course I did," You smiled. "But next time, ask before you make a trip or whatever,"

"Okay fine, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?" Mark said matter-of-factly. He leaned forward and planted his heart-shaped lips on your cheek. You swatted your hand in a half-hearted attempt to push him away before surrendering to his warm embrace. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck and started to place slow kisses on your flesh.

"But seriously, it means a lot that we're here together." He reached forward and caressed the skin on your arm.

You could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under his skin as you drew your hand slowly up and down his arm, not a word came to you, so you shifted your gaze up to Mark, to see his heavy-lidded eyes studying you.

"There's no one else that I'd rather be with." You finally mustered up a whisper.

His hands found their way under the shirt, and Mark dragged his fingertips across your abdomen, feeling your warm soft skin against his palms. Mark teasingly tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt before his hands began to slide underneath it slowly.

"Baby.." a soft gasp escaped his lips. "No panties?" Mark stopped for a moment with widened eyes.

"Oops, Must've forgotten to slip it on." You said nonchalantly.

Mark ached against you through his clothes and groaned. "You're making it so hard to keep my hands off you..."

"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"

"I kinda want the next time to be a little more... special." Mark gave a gentle smirk. "Maybe after a nice dinner date on the beach or something," he whispers, planting another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response to his soft lips against your skin, but you were also confused. What exactly was this 'surprise'? A romantic Mediterranean getaway on a hidden cove already sounded like the most special thing. It didn't make any sense, but a part of you felt giddy and flustered just thinking about it.

"Hmmm...okay," you said, playing along. You were already content, as Mark remained curled against you.

"Besides, It's not like I get many dates with my girl, right?"

"No, you're right." Your smile faded. You were painfully aware that Mark is an idol, and his relationships are heavily scrutinized, especially his dating life. Mark was fairly reserved, but you knew that his dating life was a topic that fans liked to dig into. You had witnessed firsthand how news about Mark would go viral within the Korean fan base and how the articles would get wilder as they evolved with speculation. Some of his fans were eager to paint any potential dating partner of Mark's as someone ready to take advantage of Mark's money or popularity. It hurt you sometimes to watch this unfold in front of you and Mark, but Mark didn't allow fans' speculation to faze him.

Mark squeezed the skin on your hips before speaking, his deep and sultry voice echoed through the room. "I’ll give you your next surprise tonight, then." Mark's warm voice returned you from your thoughts.

What?

You lay there and processed the thought until you felt Mark's long arms wrap around your torso and pull you snugly against his well-toned chest. You melted back into him as Mark nuzzled his chin atop your shoulder, pulling you into a loose, comfortable spoon. A sense of joy filled your heart and you were incredibly content with how your relationship was moving with Mark. You enjoyed his companionship and felt happy anytime he was close by.

"I love you." His voice was a whisper.

"I love you too."

Mark smiled against your hair and tightened his hold for a moment, then relaxed. The sound of waves lapping at the beach soothed you, and you closed your eyes, allowing the tiredness from traveling to take you.

~

After an hour or so of dozing off, you were awakened by the softness of Mark's lips on your cheek. "Wake up sleepy-head."

His voice was low, husky. You looked at the clock which read 4:45 pm. As your vision adjusted to the dim light, you propped yourself on your elbows, pushing the duvet off your shoulders, while blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Mark chuckled lightly to himself as he got up from the bed.

"Let's go into town and explore a little before our beach date later." He urged, playfully dragging you out of bed by your ankles.

"Can we nap a bit longer?" You smiled at him and patted the space next to you.

Mark groaned and resisted your tempting offer for snuggling. "If we fall back asleep, I'd rather it be during the sunset on the beach, cuddling."

A yawn left your body at the thought of lying lazily in Mark's arms until you heard Mark mention cuddling. It sounded great, and the idea of stretching in the sunset beckoned you.

"Sunset?" You mumbled. "...Fine."

Grudgingly, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Mark on the way. You freshened yourself up, fixed your hair, applied some makeup, and slipped into a sundress. When you stepped back into the bedroom, you realized that the sky was now a vibrant shade of orange.

As you peered outside the windows, you could see Mark standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He wore a pair of loose shorts and a loose white linen button-up with the top two buttons undone. There was something about seeing him in white that struck you differently. It made him look angelic, almost angel-like, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He stood tall in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, and you had a perfect view from the window in the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, completely mesmerized. Mark eventually caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of the window and spun around with a big grin on his face. With a bright twinkle in his eye, he took a few long strides over to you, cradled your face, and kissed you passionately.

"You look so beautiful". His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at you in the setting sky.

You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.

As Mark finished speaking, he looked down, removing his gaze from your face, seemingly searching for words. His gaze dropped down to your waist. Mark drew his hand away from your cheek and clutched the strap on the side of your dress. Mark traced the trim of your sundress with the pad of his thumb as you took a few steps forward. With one small step, you closed the distance between your bodies, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with yours as his toned muscles were pressed against your chest. The warm breeze blew through his hair as Mark's eyes met yours once more, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly. He started to turn away from you with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, his bunny teeth peeking past his lips.

"Follow me," Mark said with a husky voice while leading you into the courtyard and outside the front of the house.

The air was warm, not too hot, as you both walked the stone road to your destination. The scents of fresh fish, cheeses, olives, and many more delicacies wafted through the air. Several charming shops seemed to beckon you. You passed by countless restaurants, bustling with energy and action. You both didn't know where to stop at first. All was so bright, beautiful, and new to you.

You and Mark did try many local delicacies, from bazali sigripeko- a roasted eggplant puree, krotzu- Greek pork belly, souvlaki- pork and/or chicken grilled on a skewer, melokoureto- a walnut and honey dessert, and horiatiki salad- a fresh, traditional Greek salad made with fresh vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, onion, bell pepper, and feta cheese topped with oregano, olive oil, and black pepper. Throughout the entire time you and Mark walked around, Mark never let go of your hand. Before you knew it, it was well past six o'clock, and the sun was beginning to set.

"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.

"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.

The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.

As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.

"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."

"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.

"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.

You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.

"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.

"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.

"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.

Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.

Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.

"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".

"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".

You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.

Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.

Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."

You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.

"The sunset is pretty."

"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.

You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.

"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"

"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"

You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.

Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."

Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.

"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."

His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."

You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.

"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.

His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.

Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.

Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"

Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.

You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,

"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.

"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.

"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.

Click!

Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.

"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".

"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.

"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.

"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."

You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."

Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.

"I can't believe we're getting married..."

You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.

"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.

"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.

You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."

You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.

With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.

You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.

"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"

He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

You shuddered.

Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.

"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.

"Take it off me then."

Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.

His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.

You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.

He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.

His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.

"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.

You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.

"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.

He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.

"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.

You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.

Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.

His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.

His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.

"Not yet."

You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.

"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.

Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.

Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.

"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.

He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.

You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Mark please..."

He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.

Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.

"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.

"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.

"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.

Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.

Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.

"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.

Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.

He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.

"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.

"Anything you want."

With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.

"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.

"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.

"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.

"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.

Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.

A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.

"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.

"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.

"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."

With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.

~

🌹The final part, the epilogue, will be released after 20 notes~

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fluff

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you woke up in an empty bed realizing that all of your partners were gone, you decided to check your phone to see if any of them told you where they were in which you saw a text from taehyung saying:

"hi my angle, me and matthew left to go to dance practice, just wanted to let you know, see you soon😘"

since tae didn't say anything about jiwoo or somin you tried to yell through the house to see if you would get a yell back but with the luck you have you didn't.

you tried texting somin and jiwoo to see where they were.

y/n: where are you guys at??

jiwoo: me and somin went to grab coffee for us before you woke up... did the guys leave before you woke up?

y/n: yes, they did

somin: we'll be home soon princess

*y/n 🩷 a message*

y/n: okay, i love you my loves

jiwoo: i love you too baby

somin: i love you too princess

you decided to get up and get ready for the day. after you got out of the shower you picked out your clothes and walked out of the room seeing jiwoo and somin just walk in.

jiwoo: good morning baby how'd you sleep?

y/n: im slept pretty good

somin: well im glad princess

y/n: im a little hungry, did you guys get anything to eat while you were out?

jiwoo: actually we didn't we wanted to see if you wanted to get breakfast

y/n: that sounds perfect

you decided to drink the coffee your beautiful girlfriends got you before you left to go to breakfast which was starting to turn into brunch

once you left, you all choose a small breakfast café near the DSP building. since the building was hidden from the main road it was difficult for the cameras to find you guys.

after you walked in and ordered, you saw that no one else was inside which made for a pretty peaceful breakfast.

you, somin, and jiwoo just sat a talked there for what felt like hours but truly was about 45 minutes. as you were getting ready to leave you decided you get a to-go order for taehyung and matthew as well. the owners know all of you guys by heart because you come in so often, but your small talk had to be cut short as you saw people come in and didn't want to be recognized.

once you guys got back into your car, you decided to drive and you all made it to DSP. it was only a few minutes before you walked into the dance room and found your boyfriends dancing and of course, they didn't notice you at first but when the song ended you and your girlfriends started fan girling like there wasn't a tomorrow.

by the time taehyung and matthew turned around they were both red hot.

somin: we brought food, come eat

y/n: yeah we got your favorites

you said with a smile on your face. you and the girls sat on the couch that was in the corner while the boys sat on the floor in front of it.

matthew: you girls are too good to us

tae: you really are

jiwoo: i think it's the other way around

you all just spent the next hour or so eating and talking until you all went home to get ready for a date... which turned out to be the best one.