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ebug's sister au! dm91

(2022/23) ‣ part one ‣ part two  ‣ part three ‣ part four ‣ part five ‣ part six ‣ part seven ‣ part eight ‣ part nine ‣ part ten ‣ part eleven ‣ part twelve

(2023/24) ‣ part one

inevitably au! jg63

‣ headcanons ‣ headcanons (2)

opposites attract au! lf63

‣ headcanons

look after you au! tz11

‣ in your arms i feel at peace

hooked au! jh86

‣ hooked (media edit)

headcannons!

nsfw headcanons ‣ matthew knies

‣ nico hischier

‣ luke hughes

sfw/misc headcanons ‣ protective! mk23

‣ sc26

‣ ee73

‣ jealous! me94

fics!

‣ helpless, hopeless. me94

‣ i would, lh43

‣ closer, mk23

‣ the girl in your dreams, me94

‣ the girl in your arms (tgiyd pt2), me94

‣ breaking the cycle, nh13

‣ perfect girl, ms25

‣ pretty girl, me94

‣ never grow up, nh13

‣ got the girl, lh43

edits!

‣ happy birthday, ee73

‣ rookie love, sc26

misc!

“truth.”

you hummed, taking a swig of the raspberry vodka you’d brought for yourself and the friend you’d made downstairs at the stars’ halloween party. swallowing, and ignoring the burn to the best of your abilities, you replied “who’s the hottest guy on the team?”

you were met with the wordless response of a look, one that read ‘you don’t wanna know’. your lips turned down with a sour look of disgust, as they should have with the swig of your drink.

“ew?” you took another drink, handing her the bottle

“what? he seems sweet!” she countered, taking a drink of her own and shaking her head at the feeling it sent down the back of her throat, trying to hold her breath as she brought her juice up to her lips to chase it down

“he’s disgusting” you countered, having lived with your brother long enough to know that he would require some serious maintenance before he would make an acceptable boyfriend- or roommate, for that matter.

“yeah, yeah. whatever. what about you?” she dismissed, eyeing you. your cheeks flared red and you hoped the flush from your drinks throughout the night was bright enough to hide it 

“that’s not how this game works.” you noted, smirking at her and laughing as she rolled her eyes 

“seriously? truth or dare.” she gave in, and you pretended to think to yourself before responding with the latter- earning a groan from her.

“i dare you to stop being a pussy and just answer the question” she shot, taking another drink, ditching her chaser 

“you can’t dare me to tell the truth- there’s gotta be like a rule against that or something,” you tossed yourself dramatically onto your back, landing on the mattress of the bed with a thud, your hair falling around you in a halo that matched the one on your head

“oh my god. you fucked one of them, didn’t you?” she accused, and you jolted right back up, staring at her with your mouth agape as she laughed herself into spilling some of the vodka

“no!” you defended, voice shrill and loud. though those were usually telltale signs of a lie, especially from you, this time it was purely out of shock. 

“well, now you have to tell me. there’s lore here, i can feel it in my jellies” she wiggled her eyebrows, grinning widely as she handed you the bottle again and you took a swig

“did you just.. quote ryan reynolds as pikachu?”

“you’re getting off topic” she singsonged

“well it’s a valid question!” 

“okay- i may have quoted detective pikachu, but you’re the one who remembered that that was even in the movie so who’s really the weird one here?”

“you! it’s so you, there’s no competition,” you argued, the both of you falling into silence before that turned to untameable giggles.

that, snowballed into hysterical laughter and you both hugging onto each other with pains forming in your ribs. once you’d both had enough of the moment, you both went comfortably silent, laid back on the bed with the vodka abandoned on the bedside table 

after a while, you smiled “harley.”

she shot back up into her sitting position. “what!?” 

your eyes went wide and you parroted her words, her shocked and loud but yours quiet and insecure 

“i know he’s a little bit older than me but jeez, dude-” you defended, staring at her while your eyes remained shocked

“no! dude. he’s been eye fucking you, like, all night” she stated, your entire body went warm

“no he has not” 

“uh. yes, he has! and even if he wasn’t- which he definitely was- considering that he’s in a neon yellow foam bowser costume and you look like heaven grew a really nice rack, you should go for it”

“i- thank you, but-“ she cut you off “any time, honey,” and you slapped her arm playfully “but! there’s no way i’m doing that”

she hummed with false understanding, a curt nod to go along “oh, no, i get it. you don’t wanna fuck him in the bowser costume-“ 

“ew! god, it’s not tha- i mean.. like, not really- but the main reason is that i'm not his type. it’s never gonna happen” you fought, picking up the bottle of vodka next to you and taking a generous drink from it 

she sighed dramatically, cupping your face “please. you’re everybody’s type.” and then a small smirk took over her face “i never gave you your dare” she noted, smirk forming into a wicked grin, nearly from ear to ear

“no! no- you dared me to tell you the truth and i did so it’s my turn-” you argued, her hand only coving your mouth as she slowly shook her head with false sympathy 

“oh, but didn’t you say that was against the rules? i owe you a dare” she shot back, stumbling off the bed and grabbing your wrist 

“i dare you, to quit being a pussy, again. and ask him to dance” she giggled, pulling a little harder to try and get you to the bedroom door and back downstairs to the party 

“no! come on, literally anything else” you begged, pulling back on her arm

“okay fine, i dare you to kiss him on his whole mouth” she hummed, releasing your arm from her grip and crossing her arms with a healthy level of sass in front of you.

“i hate you.” you deadpanned

“and as true as that may be, which it’s not, i dared you and that’s like, sacred or something, so, get your ass down there and get some from bowser.” she replied, and you groaned with frustration. she squealed, grabbing your arm again and dragging you down the stairs. 

when you got to the last step, you both spotted thomas in the kitchen, getting himself another beer from the fridge, and sans his costume. she pulled you closer and all but shoved you into him, making an exit before he could turn around and see her alarmingly mischievous expression

“shit, sorry-” you murmured, so vastly uncomfortable and honestly hoping he’d just smile and walk the hell away so you could irish goodbye your way out of the mess you’d made for yourself 

“oh, hey, y/n” he smiled, in his ridiculously soft spoken tone that you swore only got sweeter when he (albeit rarely) spoke to you. you laughed nervously, trying to turn away and being met with the unclothed chest of tyler seguin in your face 

“sorry, little johnny” he smiled, ruffling your hair and walking by you 

“you’re shir- why is he shirtless?” you found yourself turning back to thomas, an endeared smile spreading all the way up to his eyes as he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you to a quieter corner of the house.

“most of the guys are out of costume, it was getting pretty hot down here” he hummed, hand stalling on your skin for a moment before moving away and being shoved in his pocket. he cleared his throat and took a sip of his beer, shifting between his feet.

“oh, right” you nodded, taking in his new outfit. a tighter, drak grey shirt that clung to him in far too many of the right places for your sanity, and a pair of black track pants that hung loose on his hips. his curls were a little messy from the hood of his costume and the dampness of what you assumed was beer that had been poured on him earlier in the night

“you okay? you seem tense for someone who just went upstairs and downed half a two-six” he chuckled, eyeing you slowly as your face got hot. 

“you saw that, huh?” you looked down at your shoes, and thomas hummed. 

“kinda hard to keep my eyes off you when you look like that” he commented casually, and you nearly choked on your spit, head whipping back up to look at him “huh?”

he smiled bashfully and shook his head at your evident surprise, eyes raking down your body slowly “i mean, look at you” his eyes came back up to your own and you looked like a fish out of water, laying on hot concrete and attached to a fishhook, laced with vodka.

he had never been so forward about anything in his entire life, and not only was it coming as a complete shock to you, but you had no idea what to do with yourself now that you realized the girl was right. he was staring, he was interested.

you only realized that your reaction could be interpreted extremely poorly when thomas spoke again. “sorry, is that, like weird? i’m so sorry-” and you shook your head before another apology could slip past his lips

“no! no, tommy, it’s not, i just didn’t think-” 

“are you sure? i’ve had like way too many beer and i’m pretty sure your brother put tequila in the beer pong cups- god” he rushed out, eyes a little wide with fear. and so, you went through with your dare, deciding it best to shut him up with undeniable proof that he was far from making you uncomfortable.

your fingers tangled into his hair as your lips crashed into his, a muffled sound of shock falling from his lips and into your mouth. you slowly eased down from your tip toes, smiling into him as he leaned down to chase the kiss. 

your hands fell from his hair, scratching at the back of his shoulders softly while his own hands finally found your body, gripping at your waist and hips intermittently and eventually picking you up and resting you against the wall. 

your legs wrapped comfortably around his waist and he prodded his tongue into your mouth, sighing softly when you let him in and nipped at him a little 

it wasn’t long (it was) before you were interrupted by a fake gagging sound coming from behind thomas. you pulled apart slowly, dazed and breathless and still pinned to the wall. you rolled your eyes when you saw your brother, drunk enough to fall over and sticking his tongue out to motion is finger in and out of his mouth 

“the girl in the slutty goth witch costume wants to fuck you.” you deadpanned, smiling to yourself as his movements slowed to a stop, and he immediately spun around to go find her. 

thomas chuckled, grabbing the bottom of your thighs and slowly letting you down. 

“you taste like raspberry vodka” he murmured, not truly knowing what to day 

“you taste like tequila.” you shot back, and he sighed and tilted his head back 

“i knew it! it’s like he wants me to be hungover?” he groaned, and you gave him another peck on the lips. 

“how couldn’t you taste that?” you laughed and he pursed his lips “that’s a story for another time. let’s head out, yeah?” he smiled and you returned it with a smirk 

“don’t need to ask me twice” you winked, pulling him towards the seguin’s patio door so you could sneak out the back and get an uber without being caught. 

and you were young, drunk, and full of adrenaline, so you’d worry about your uber ratings at a later date, cause the two of you could not be pulled off one another by god himself until you made it back to tom’s apartment. 

you originally climbed back on him while waiting for the car, sat on his lap on the back porch while he tried his very hardest to keep his hands off the strings of your corset. 

then, when the ride had actually shown up, he’d plucked you off his lap and into his arms only to not let you take your own seat in the back of the uber. you were instead kept taught to him while he kissed and nipped at the back of your shoulders and sneered at the driver if he so much as looked at you through the rear view mirror. 

then, when you’d actually gotten to his place, you gripped his arm til you’d gotten in the elevator, getting more and more impatient as it slowly climbed to his floor and dinged with the promise of some privacy with him. 

you were barely in the door before you’d pushed him back against it to close it, gripping his shirt to force him down to kiss you again. he hummed into your mouth, picking you back up and bringing you over to his couch, ridding you of your heels, wings, and the halo that was somehow still stationed on your head.

“tryin’ to kill me with this costume, honey” he sighed, mouthing at the top of your tits while you worked him out of his shirt, head leaning back on the armrest of his couch

“wore it for you” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair to pull him back to your mouth.

“yeah?” he rasped, sounding almost broken with lust while he grabbed your wrists to get them out of his hair and work his way back down your neck and to your chest “so fucking perfect” 

you whined, pulling your arms back and grabbing the waistband of his pants to shove him backward, sitting atop him with a smirk at the feeling of him prodding at the inside of your thigh. 

you went to climb off the couch, honestly wanting to get your mouth on him, but his hands were tight on your hips to keep you on him, shaking his head “oh, no, honey. you’re stayin’ right here” he cooed, dragging you down to his mouth by your hair 

you moaned, thigh twitching while you gripped his chest with your nails. 

“how’m i ever gonna do anything else knowing i can have you on me like this” he whispered, guiding your hips to grind on him while looking up at you. 

his eyes were barely that warm hazel you loved anymore, nearly black from how wide his pupils were blown. 

you smiled at his words, kissing him one more time. “just gotta think about how good you’ll have it when you come back to me” you remarked, and he smirked lightly, pulling his shirt over his head.

thomas sat up, gripping onto you to bring you with him while he straightened out. his arm slung around your waist to continue guiding your hips, and his other hand ghosted over the lace-up of your corset. 

“like a pretty little gift,” he murmured, dazed as he tugged on one string, and the piece loosened on your torso, straps falling to your shoulders and the paneling of the corset freeing your ribs only slightly 

the more he pulled at the strings, the further down the top would ride, slowly making it’s way to knocking on his stomach with each roll of your hips. finally, the peaks of your nipples fell out of the top, and thomas had run out of patience 

he grabbed the strings two at a time, fully unlacing them from the loops of your corset so that as he reached the top, anything left covering you would slip right off your front and he could toss it away

at his eagerness, to see all of you, maybe you’d lost a little patience as well. he was so caught up in unraveling every new inch of your body that he hardly even noticed that you’d pulled him out of his pants, despite how sensitive he was and the fact that he was nearly leaking on your hand 

thomas barely got a second to admire your bare font before you were leaning up, tossing your top to the side and sliding down on him, a stretched gasp falling from your lips as you sunk all the way down, filled with him to the brim.

“oh, jesus christ” he moaned, gripping your hips bruisingly tight in his hands as he tried to adjust to the unexpected friction and warmth coursing through his body.

you started to roll your hips again, whine caught in the back of your throat coming out pathetic and with a whisper of “tommy” that made him feel like he was on top of the world.

“impatient,” he remarked, sweat and hair clung to his forehead as he looked up at you to watch your face contort in pleasure. 

“waited long enough” you huffed, nails digging into the side of his torso to stabilize yourself, leaving deep pink lines across his abs and along his ribs.

you got tired quickly, drunk and overwhelmed and with such a delicious ache in your thighs you thought you might cry, so when your pace stuttered and you cried out his name once more, you were on your back with his hands in fists next to your head in seconds.

he wanted to be gentle, truly. but he was so pent up for so long, and his back and stomach stung from your nails, and you were clenching around him like you’d never let him leave, and your tits bounced so perfectly with every thrust of his hips.

so in a dazed, mindless state, he just plowed into you as hard as he could, as fast as he could, gasping with some sort of self righteous vindication when your nails only dug harder into him, when your head fell back and you looked like you’d died and gone to heaven 

“so fucking- jesus, so fucking tight ‘round me. s’ at feel good?” he asked, pushing your hair off your forehead and looking at you almost condescendingly.

you weren't exactly expecting this from thomas. soft spoken, awkward thomas who barely so much as chirped anyone he wasn't close with. but god was it a side of him you’d wanted to see more often.

unruly, shameless and bold. nearly crazed with lust. in his defence, he’d wanted you since the second he saw you, and god was it satisfying to finally let out every depraved thought he kept behind closed doors, a scorching flame it seemed only you could ignite in him.

“tommy- nh, tommy, m’ close, please” you blinked up at him, eyes properly open for the first time since he’d pinned you on your back, watering and needy and pleading for him to keep his rhythm 

he only let out a shaky breath, prying one hand from beside your head and resting it on your tummy, pressing down slightly and moaning at the feeling of you squirming under him.

words tumbled out of your mouth, you weren't sure which ones they were, in what order, or if you had any semblance of coherency, but it only seemed to push thomas further 

“yeah, right there, huh? feel me here?” he tilted his head, and his voice was still so painfully soft. it felt like he was pitying you, almost, but you knew he was truly asking- asking if you felt what he felt under his hand. the bulging of your tummy with every snap of his hips, now being squeezed even tighter with the pressure he’d been putting on your skin

“s’ so good, tommy, please” you cried, and you weren't even sure what you were pleading for, you knew he wouldn’t stop. he was too deep in his crazed state to even consider walking away without feeling you finish around him.

“gonna come for me, honey? feel you squeezin’. tryin’a fuckin kill me” he gronaed, slowing down his thrusts to try and shove himself deeper inside, moving the hand on your tummy down to make sweet circles on your clit

you nearly sobbed, gripping his wrist in your hand to keep him there while you squeezed your legs around his waist, feeling the warmth coil and snap in your stomach as he stilled nice and deep inside you, enjoying the feeling of your walls sputtering around him. 

when you stopped shaking, you felt it- his load, deep, warm and filling and still twitching inside you from aftershocks, a small, nearly pathetic whine tumbling from your lips at how burnt you were 

you let out a deep breath, mouth falling open in a pleased, overwhelmed shock as you tried to let your heart cool down to a steady beat. 

when he pulled out of you, it was with a ludicrous pop and the scene of his cum spilling out of you slowly, your thigh twitching with sensitivity when he scooped it up with his fingers and shoved it back inside.

“god,” he whispered, staring as it all just came leaking back out, the pulsing of your core doing nothing to keep him inside you. when his eyes flickered back up to your own, they were soft again, calmer, like he was finally sated after such a long wait.

“y’okay, honey?” he cooed, hand soothing up and down your thigh as your previously tense, arched spine relaxed into his couch and you sniffled slightly, nodding.

“m’ okay, tommy” you murmured, feeling him push your hair out of your face once more and plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

mark estapa was becoming more and more annoying to you by the day. you tried your very best to avoid him, ignore his existence, but it was hard when he’d become a staple in your best friends life.

he’d been pining after you for years, and you only noticed the day he and hadley became friends, her having promptly dragged him with her to your guy’s daily lunch meeting. he was so terribly obvious, but you knew it was never going to happen

you were never fond of the jock types, knowing involvement with them rarely ended well. despite this mindset, hadley did eventually end up with mark’s close friend ethan. and since then, mark was completely unavoidable.

tonight was a special circumstance as well, some rude fangirl having shoved hadley at a wolverines game and mark coming to her defence as quick as he could while ethan was still in the dressing room.

and, in the name of hadley being teary eyed and a little scared, you reluctantly agreed at her request that you come with her to ethan and mark’s apartment to watch movies.

it was nearly three in the morning when hadley started to feel tired. the four of you were surrounded by pizza boxes and blankets, watching what was probably your fifth consecutive movie in a marathon where no two people had the same taste, and someone was always confused.

ethan and hadley were curled up together in the corner of the couch, her head beginning to feel heavy on his shoulder as she nestled closer to his neck and dozed off. mark was sprawled across the rest of the couch awkwardly, stretching his limbs as far as he could manage so the dull ache of restlessness in them might ease off. you were staring at the screen coldly from the loveseat, legs thrown over the armrest and hands tangled in your hair as you braided it to occupy your mind.

ethan felt hadleys nose bump into the side of his neck, and looked down at her from the corner of his eye. a small smile etched its way onto his face as he realized that she’d been falling asleep, and he combed her hair away from her face, humming quietly to get her attention. 

her fist clenched around the fabric of his shirt as she hummed back, trying to tug him closer to her despite the two already being gelled together.

“want to head to sleep, baby?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. mark paused the movie and looked over at the two of them, waiting for hadley to make her choice. you looked over as well, hiding the smile that threatened to break out at the sight of your two friends. 

she didn’t answer though, only hiding herself further away into his grasp. he chuckled, adjusting her in his lap and standing up, lifting her with him. “good?” he asked, adjusting his grip on her and letting her fall into him

she simply nodded against his chest, murmuring a goodnight to you and mark as he carried her over to the guest room and laid her down. 

you stood from your place on the chair and adjusted your clothes slightly, then hung your head before walking to the door of the house and grabbing your shoes. mark’s eyebrows furrowed softly and he got up, following you.

“where are you going, y/n, it’s three in the morning,” he whispered, grabbing your wrist as you tried to put a shoe on.

“home, mark. i can’t just stay here.” you pulled your arm away from him and slid a shoe on, kicking the other one onto your hand. 

“yes, you can. take my bed, i’ll crash on the couch.” he argued, trying to get you to look up at him without touching you, even if that’s all he wanted. you ignored his offer, though, sliding on your other shoe and opening your phone to call a cab for yourself.

his jaw ticked, and he grabbed the phone from your hand. “what the fuck is your problem, dude, give me that” you snapped, finally looking into his eyes to see the worry laced in them, and the care drowning it. 

“i’m not letting you take a cab home at three in the morning, baby. take my bed.” he stated again, pulling his arm back when you tried to reach for your phone.

“i dont have clothes or anything and i’m not taking your bed from you. i’m going home.” you said sharply, and mark only shook his head in response.

“estapa i swear to god-” he stepped closer 

“no. you can borrow clothes and we’ll figure the rest out in the morning. take your shoes off and let’s go.” he raised an eyebrow and you scoffed, kicking your shoes back off and following him to his room.

he pulled his closet open, eyeing tshirts he had. he gulped as his eyes landed on a shirt that had his name and number littered on it. ultimately, he went with a plain black one before grabbing some sweatpants and handing them to you in a pile with your phone.

“here. let me know if you need anything, hm? m’ just gonna be on the couch.” he whispered, looking down at you with a soft expression. 

you pulled your eyes away from his and nodded, watching as he walked out and closed the door behind him. you bit your lip, quickly changing into the clothes he’d given you before cracking the door open and peeking your head through.

“mark?” you murmured, his head poking up from behind the armrest of the couch. 

“don’t want you to have to sleep on the couch. c’mere” you opened the door a bit wider, looking down and heading over to his bed. you climbed in, curling up in the corner and turning his lamp on as he came into the doorframe. 

“you’re sure?” he asked, eyebrows scrunched as he inched closer to the bed.

“yeah, whatever. just.. keep your hands to yourself.” you sighed, turning away from him. he whispered a small ‘of course’ before getting into the bed beside you, turning his head to face you. 

“you’re staring.” you deadpanned, turning to face him with an unimpressed look.

“you’re gorgeous,” he shot back, smiling softly. you only rolled your eyes and turned back around. and, despite living what he’d like to consider a personal dream of his, mark couldn’t find himself able to get into a comfortable enough position to sleep.

“okay, what is your problem?” you groaned, turning back around again. mark frowned and adjusted his body once more, feeling sort of cramped. 

“i don’t know, y/n, maybe i’m freaking out a little bit about sharing a bed with the girl i’ve been insane about for almost two years.” he grumbled slightly, giving you an embarrassed look. 

your lips parted a little, and you hoped the lamp was dim enough to mask the flush of your cheeks. “jesus. okay then” you cleared your throat, looking down and bringing the blanket up over your nose.

“i’m serious, y/n. you have no idea how long i’ve waited to hold you like i got to earlier. to be here like this, with you.” he whispered, tilting your head back up so you’d look at him. you stayed silent for a moment before shrugging 

“don’t let it get to your head. this is still never gonna happen.” you said, turning back over towards the wall with a huff. mark just looked down, adjusting once more while biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face steady 

it was only a handful of seconds before he shifted again, gripping his pillow and moving that around as well.

“jesus christ, you know what?” you groaned, sitting up in his bed. mark’s eyes went concerned for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows at you. 

“get comfortable, move.” you continued, gesturing vaguely at the outline of his body through the blankets. he nodded softly and shifted a few times, landing on his side and looking up at you curiously. 

you laid back down, placing your head on his chest and throwing a leg over his hip. “if you keep fuckin’ squirming im calling myself a cab. got it?” 

he nodded frantically, wrapping an arm around your waist and cinching you closer to him quickly, laying his other hand on your hip before trying to close his eyes. 

almost like magic, the warmth of your body against his eased his nerves enough for the exhaust to take over, and for his nose to nestle into your hairline as he finally fell asleep, earning a sigh of relief from you gelled to him in his arms

mark didn’t move a muscle for the rest of the night, but the same couldn’t be said for you. 

you’d would move closer, stirring and mumbling slightly in your sleep, grabbing at his arms and his clothes. 

it was far past morning when the movement woke up mark. he hummed questioningly, as if to ask if you had been awake, but he was met with no response. 

he smiled and let you rest, curled closely into him with a hand splayed on his bare stomach, his shirt moved out of the way in the middle of the night. 

he brought up a hand to move your hair out of your face, and was met with a small whine of annoyance. he furrowed his eyebrows, placing his hand back at its spot on your hip. 

he leaned his head back against the pillow and let the hand wander, up and down your waist and over the small of your back a few times. 

he couldn’t mask the grin that broke across his face when you cooed lightly. but then, you hooked your leg tighter around him and started raking your nails against his v-line

his smile faltered slightly, his ears and neck going bright red along with his cheeks. the warmth only spread further when you murmured his name softly in your sleep, a small whine following suit. 

“y/n, baby, you awake?” he whispered, hand stalling over your waist for a moment. there was no response, only the repeated scratching at his waistline that nearly had him throbbing. 

“fuck.. y/n, wake up” he hummed, shaking you a little. 

“please,” you whimpered, pressure intensifying and your leg twitching against him. his eyes blew wide and your head buried itself further into him, a shaky breath falling from your lips echoing against his heart

the second your hips rolled into him, he lost it. he knew that realistically, he should wake you up and never speak of this again, but every ounce of him wished that he could let you keep going until whatever dream you were having was satisfied 

that feeling multiplied impossibly when the sweetest whine tumbled from your lips, and your hips rolled again, your body moving right against his own. 

his cock throbbed, eyes clenching shut while the pleasure crawled up his spine. 

he’d spent so many months saving himself for you that it’d been too long, and he was so sensitive that every movement you made had him aching for more 

“hey… y/n, c’mon baby, wake up” he shook your side once more, the movement of your body doing nothing to calm the pressure on his crotch 

he nearly sighed in relief when you groaned tiredly, loosening your grip on him and poking your head out from his chest, eyes cracked open. 

“what do you want?” you grumbled, trying to move away from him but being met with strong hands keeping you in place and a hitch of mark’s breath from your leg shifting 

“you, uh. fuck, i’m so sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to but you- i don’t know i think you were dreamin’ or something” he gave you a guilt riddled look, and your face flushed as you felt him prodding at the inside of your thigh. 

you cleared your throat, trying once again to move away from mark’s hold, only for both his hands to plant on your waist. 

“mark-“ you whispered 

“sorry, sorry. please stop.. please stop moving” he gasped out, keeping your body as still as it could get. 

something burned deep in your stomach then, a little bit of lust left over from your dream numbing your mind enough for you to shift against him, bring your fingertips back to the waistband of his shorts

“you’re a little worked up for first thing in the morning” you mumbled, looking up at him through your lashes and earning a squeeze of your waist 

“you were grinding on me, doll. s’ not my fault” he defended, trying to avoid eye contact. 

“doll’s new,” you started, letting your nails scratch under his clothes a little. “and, was i? don’t remember that” you teased, biting back a smile 

“my babydoll,” he murmured, feeling hazy from the attention he was getting, especially now that you were doing it on purpose. 

“i’m not your anything, mark.” you raised an eyebrow, pulling your hand away from his stomach and earning a huff. 

“gonna make you mine. know i will, y’ were begging” he stated, and your expression flinched from neutral for just a second 

“for what?” you whispered breathily, almost scared to find out what else came out while you were in your own little world and couldn’t control your mouth. 

“f’ me. whined my name so pretty. think you were dreamin’  of me makin’ you feel good” he murmured, and suddenly, he had no issue making direct eye contact, staring right at you as you gulped 

“you couldn’t make me feel good if you bet your life on it.” you shot back, voice steady despite your unease. 

“no?” he asked, a smile finally cracking his lips. and you knew where you stood on this, you didn’t think guys like him had the capacity to make even the most sensitive girls cum. 

but the smug look on his face almost had you reconsidering where he fell in those ranks. 

“i can take care of you, hm? if you’re still needy. let me take care of you,” he grabbed your chin, staring at your lips and getting a little lost in the sheen of spit that was covering them. 

“fuck off.” you shook your head, and he tightened his grip, eyes flashing back up to yours

“m’ serious. you don’t think i can make you feel good? let me prove that i can.” he mumbled. your heart started racing in your chest, and when you didn’t respond, mark only took it as encouragement. 

his lips met your neck, tilting your head back by your hair for better access. he nipped gently, gliding his hand down your spine and squeezing at your waist and hips, then your ass. 

“so perfect” he murmured against your skin, now letting his hands roam under your shirt and over the warmth of your skin

his mouth moved down to your collarbone, his shirt so big on you the neckline draped low enough for him to reach it.

your leg twitched, legs adjusting so you could press them together, and mark smiled wickedly, nipping at you once more before pulling the skin of your upper chest into his mouth and sucking gently 

“you’re gonna- mark, you can’t” you whispered, knowing all too well that he’d leave you littered with love bites 

“mine. my babydoll” was his only response, and your stomach spun, a whine falling from your lips. 

you knew how much he liked you, but he’d never shown this side of it- the possessive side where every time you smiled at someone he wanted their head ripped off 

the side that wanted you marked and littered with proof of him so that everyone knew that you were his, even if you weren’t quite yet. nobody else should get to have you if he couldn’t. 

he bunched the shirt up around your chest, placing a kiss on the top of each of your tits before sucking marks onto each of them carefully, teeth grazing your skin every once in a while

when he was satisfied with his markings, he wrapped his lips around your left nipple and sucked softly, pushing his nose deeper into your flesh and earning a squeeze of your thighs 

“mark,” you whispered, and he hummed against your chest, earning a hitch of your breath 

you tried to grab one of his hands and hook his fingers into your waistband, but he shook his head quickly, immediately going back to his attention to your chest

“m’ taking my time. i’ve waited long enough, be patient.” he said, moving his attention to the other boob

“said you’d make me feel good” you bit back, glaring down at him. he only winked, letting his eyes flutter shut as he enjoyed his time on you. 

you grumbled slightly, pulling your hand from his stomach and moving to bury it down your own pants, but mark had your wrist in his fingers and you pinned on your back before you could manage. 

“fuck, mark, can you just-“ you groaned, so very frustrated but still clinging onto your thoughts enough to stop yourself from doing what you knew he wanted- for you to plead for his touch. 

“what, baby. what do you need?” he hummed, lapping at your nipples before kissing down to your ribs, taking his sweet time on your tummy.

“hm? tell me what you need, angel” he repeated, soothing his hands over your thighs and moving one up to your stomach 

“n- ngh. no. don’t need anything.” you forced out, trying not to lose the rest of your mind at how big his hands were, on you, covering your whole stomach.

“no, but you want it though, don’t you? s’ okay. i’d give you anything, babydoll. just gotta ask” he whispered, his nose prodding at your belly button while his teeth messed with the string of your pants. 

“mark, please, i- fuck. want you to make me feel good. want to cum, please,” you gripped his hair between your fingers and your hips jolted underneath him, a soft smile etched onto his lips 

“yeah?” he asked, hooking his fingers into your pants and tugging them down slowly 

“yeah,” you sighed, relieved. he hummed in response, eyes blowing wide at the site of you in just his shirt and your panties, delicate lace soaked right through and warm with need for him

“fuck me, you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen,” he whispered, kissing right above the line of your panties and placing his thumb gently over the wet spot on them

a soft gasp fell from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut and your grip on his hair tightening, almost expectantly. 

“so wet f’ me.. god you have no idea how long i’ve dreamed of this, of you. you’re so perfect” he said, so quiet it was like he was talking to himself, maybe like he thought he was still dreaming 

“mark..” you gasped slightly, the pressure of his thumb increasing and a small circle being traced around your core. your thigh twitched next to his head, so eager for more stimulation you thought the need in your stomach was gonna burn a hole right through your skin

“i know, doll. i know” his free hand slid over one of your thighs as he kissed the inside of it, your hips raising towards his face desperately 

“oh, baby.. want my mouth?” he asked, the teasing in his voice only intensifying the butterflies in your stomach. 

“mh.. want your mouth, your hands, please, mark. want it so bad” you whined, squirming under him. 

he cooed, pulling your panties down your legs gently. his heart pounded right through his chest when he finally got to see you. 

“god..” he murmured, thumb running through your wet folds slowly as he admired you. 

“mark.. mark, please,” you whimpered, tugging lightly at his hair and earning a disapproving hum

“shh, babydoll. m’ just lookin’ at how perfect you are.. been so good for me, just gotta have a little patience, yeah?” he soothed, kissing at your thighs again. 

and, like his words melted every last thought of disdain for him out of your head, you nodded obediently. all you could feel or think was him, the heat of his breath on your cunt, the praise he had for you ringing in your ears 

his hands moved to pry your thighs open a little further, and his shoulders slotted themselves between them. 

he placed the gentlest kiss over your clit, sighing into you and opening his mouth to pull the bud between his lips. he suckled softly, groaning into you when your taste hit his tongue. 

the sensation had your head lolling back, so much build up and ache for him that just a touch had the sweetest moan tumbling from your lips. you tried to close your legs around him, but his hands kept them held right open. 

“careful, baby. ethan n hadley are right next door, hm?” he hummed into you, and though he was trying to help, the vibrations had your back arching off the bed and your clit pulsing against his tongue. 

you whimpered lightly before putting a hand over your mouth, a feeble attempt at keeping yourself quiet. 

it barely masked the whines spilling from you at every lap of his tongue, at every hum of appreciation against you. he had been trying to keep quiet, as well. but the taste of you on his lips was driving him wild 

mark slowly pulled at one of your legs a little harder, moving his other hand below his chin to prod at your entrance with one finger 

he pressed it inside you, moving his mouth away for barely a second to shudder at the feeling of you. how tight you were around just a finger, how warm and wet you were just for him 

and when his lashes fluttered up to see you biting the back of your own hand, trying to keep yourself spread for him, he dove right back in. 

it was moments before your free leg clamped against his head, the other trying its best to close but his arm too strong against you. 

he moaned into your pussy, slipping another finger into your soaked cunt and gasping as your walls fluttered perfectly around them. he pulled his head back once more, eyes half lidded and dazed as he moved to lick up the arousal that had began to drip right down your thigh. 

“mark, mark.. mark, s’ so.. fuck it’s so good, please” you whispered, your mantra of his name only giving him more encouragement. 

he curled his fingers inside you, feeling dizzy with lust when your whole body locked up and your thighs began to tremble softly. 

he curled them once more, grinning against your clit when you bit at your hand again to mask the guttural moan threatening to release from the sweep against your sweet spot 

“oh.. right there, huh? s’at feel good?” he mocked, prodding at the same spongy spot inside you repeatedly. the shaking of your legs only intensified, even with his grip stabilizing one as much as he could 

“so good, s’ so good, n’ i’m.. fuckfuckfuck m’ so close, gonna cum” you breathed out, heart racing and stomach twisting into a delicious knot. 

your eyes fluttered shut and rolled back behind your eyelids, your body doing its best to fight your orgasm until he told you you could let go 

“yeah? gonna cum for me, doll? go on, want to see you” he placed one more kiss on your clit before sliding his thumb along it instead, looking up at you with so much wonder as the shaking in your legs peaked.

your back arched off the bed and you covered your mouth with a slap of your hand to stop the quiet screams from coming out, walls fluttering around his fingers and release gushing around him with a squelch

he slowed his fingers, kissing at your clit until your body stopped writhing, then pulling them out and kissing your thigh before slipping his fingers into his mouth 

he groaned quietly, your taste so sweet to him he thought he could sit here and clean you up all day 

“y’ okay, babydoll?” he cooed, climbing back up towards your face, pushing the damp hair out of your forehead and sliding your underwear back up around your hips

“hm?” he repeated, staring at you like you were something of a goddess 

“yeah, m’ okay, i-“ you took a deep breath, turning to climb on top of him and lay your head on his chest “thank you” you purred, scratching at his sides 

“of course, did so good f’ me, you’re… fuck you’re so perfect, my angel” he sighed, carding his hands through your hair while you nestled into him

“still not yours.” you shot back, staring up at him. 

“mh. all mine. i’ll get there” he whispered, earning a roll of your eyes 

what he didn’t get to see what the small smile that you couldn’t wipe from your lips. “you’re still hard” you teased, messing with the hem of his shorts again with a small giggle 

“think i’m gonna be hard for the rest of my life cause of you” he murmured, cupping your jaw so you’d look back up at him. 

“that’s a bit dramatic, mark.” you breathed out, a little shellshocked at how intensely he was looking into your eyes 

“s’ true. so pretty every time i think of you my dick pops up like a fuckin’ jack in the box. and i don’t really stop thinking about you… like ever.” he stated, twisting a piece of your hair around his finger 

you gulped, tucking your fingers under his shorts and letting your gaze fall there, anywhere except for his eyes. 

“hey.. i’m serious, baby. think you’re scared im not, but you’re all i want” he whispered, pulling at the back of your head by your hair 

“i know.. i just. i spent so long thinking one thing and i can still hear that voice in the back of my head telling me this is all gonna end in heartbreak the second i give in-“ you rambled, cut off by mark’s voice 

“give in?” he tilted his head 

“to.. whatever this is, whatever happens in my stomach when you look at me like that. call me your babydoll” you admitted, giving him a guilty look

“for the record, i knew you liked babydoll.” he grinned

“oh shut up” you slapped his arm, tucking your head into his neck to hide the dust of red on your cheeks 

he shook his head, tilting your jaw upwards gently and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. your eyes fluttered up to his, and you moved both hands to card through his hair, pulling his head closer and brushing your nose against his 

he made the last step, pulling your upper lip between his own and smiling against you. you sighed into his mouth, cupping the base of his skull as you kissed back

your hands slid down to his chest, grabbing at his shirt while you sat up slightly, feeling his grip on your hips as he adjusted as well, sat against his headboard with you straddling his lap 

“mark” you gasped against him, prying at the collar of his shirt and whining at the barrier between your hands and his skin

he chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head and pecking at your jaw, trailing down to your neck to litter you once more with bruises

your palms smoothed over the muscle of his pecs, eyes fluttering shut while you scratched down his front, dug your fingers into his biceps 

then, like your need had grown a mind of its own, you grabbed at his hair and redirected him back to you mouth

he hummed softly, tugging your hips forward to press you closer to him. the friction between your legs had you whining into his mouth, fingers desperately tugging at his hair 

his cock throbbed against your inner thigh, and it only made you more delirious 

“want you” you mumbled into his mouth, letting your lips part open when his tongue prodded at your lower lip. he groaned in response, tugging at your hips once more and earning a whimper from your lips 

“mh. want you inside me” you whispered, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders and letting your hips continue the pattern he’d started for you 

“f-fuck, you’re sure?” he pulled away from you, chest heaving with breathlessness as you pressed your forehead to his, and nodded 

“please” you continued, hips moving back and fingers pulling at the string of his shorts.

“oh, babydoll. you have no idea what you do to me, hm?” he cupped your face, kissing you a few times more. your attention never moved from his shorts, and your breath hitched slightly when you pulled him through the gap of them

you pulled back from his lips once more, gazing down between you and whimpering at the sight of him, stood tall and throbbing in your hand, his tip leaking precum 

“so pretty” you blinked up at him, immediately looking back down and sliding your thumb over his slit

“fucking christ, you’re-“ he gasped, head nearly lolling back when you used the wetness to glide your hand down his length. 

you sat up slightly, and he grabbed your waist gently, letting out a shaky breath as you pulled your panties to the side and slid down on him

and when you were filled to the brim, the stretch of him still burning in your stomach deliciously, your eyes rolled back and fluttered shut 

his lips parted in shock, eyes flickering to your face with more love then he’d ever mustered. when he saw how dazed you were, he lost all ability to think normally

his eyes raked down to your stomach, and he nearly choked on his spit with a moan as he saw the imprint of himself bulging through your tummy 

you hadn’t moved, nails buried in his arms while you steadied yourself on his cock.

“so, f- mh, so deep” you cried out quietly, stomach turning with need at the lack of friction. all he could do in response was raise his hips gently, pride beaming in his eyes when you tucked yourself into his neck and sobbed in pleasure, biting down on his shoulder.

“s’at feel good, baby?” he hummed, gripping your waist and guiding you up, then down on him. you only bit harder, the sweetest whine slipping through the barrier of his skin 

“fuck, you look so perfect like this, full of me” he groaned, dragging you down while his hips jolted upward. 

one arm came around your waist to keep picking you up, while the other hand pressed against your stomach gently, a pathetic whine echoing in the crook of his neck 

“think you were made for me, hm?” he muttered, grabbing your hair in his fist and forcing you to look at him

he throbbed at the sight of you, eyes blown wide and teary and lips parted breathlessly, a bit swollen from kisses and biting 

“tell me,” he pressed, tilting his head slightly and watching as you tried to form your words, barely coming up with sweet murmurs of his name 

“tell me you were made for me, babydoll. tell me you’re mine” he whispered, letting go of your hair to keep a tight grip on your jaw, still lifting your body and pressing himself desperately deep inside you 

“y- mh. yours. made for you” you gasped, nails digging into his biceps until your knuckles were white so you could try and keep your eyes on his 

with one particularly rough thrust of his hips, all your effort went right out the window, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut. his grip moved to the back of your neck, keeping your head up straight 

“s’ all it takes, hm? finally got you to admit it, fuck- admit that you’re mine, and all i needed to do was fuck you stupid” he chuckled, massaging the base of your skull gently 

“can’t pretend to hate me when you’re stuffed with me, huh baby?” he continued, merely egging himself on

you were so far gone that everything he said was going in one ear and out the other, his skin on yours consuming you so entirely you thought you might pass out 

“such a sweet angel when you’re getting what you want, aren’t you?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your lips and watching as your eyes forced themselves back open

“mark, ngh. fuck, please-“ you gasped, hips squirming above his desperately 

“knew you’d be like this, too. perfect little thing, take what you need, like a brat-“ he spat, referencing your quick decision to bury him inside you when you’d decided you wanted him. “- n’ then you just melt right in my lap like a pretty doll f’ me. let me take care of you”

you choked out a moan, trying to tuck your face back into your safe haven in his neck, but his strong grip kept you right where he wanted you.

“needed you” you admitted, pressing your forehead to his 

“i know, baby. i know,” he cooed, repeatedly pecking at your lips “always have me, yeah? m’ yours, too” he reassured, dropping you down on him to cradle your head and earning a pleasure-filled sob 

he kept fucking up into you, the friction of his pelvis against your clit making you all the more delirious 

“mine” you cried out, gripping tighter at his shoulders 

“all yours, babydoll. got me littered with you, hm? look” he nodded to the side, a gesture towards the bright pink scratch marks covering his upper arms and chest, along with the bruising bite mark where his neck and shoulder met

“mh- mine” you whimpered again, eyes watery with need as you looked into his eyes, dazed. “s’ so good, m’ so full” you gasped, trying once again to squirm against him

“shh, angel, i know. so close, aren’t you?” he smiled, wrapping both arms around your waist to hold you tight to his chest

“gonna wait f’ me? right behind you, baby” he cooed, earning a desperate nod against his forehead

“there’s my girl” he praised softly, speeding up the pace of his hips while you clung to him, whining over and over again while trying to muffle your noise with his lips 

he groaned as he finished, burying his head in your neck to leave kisses while your walls fluttered around him and you gasped at the feeling of him filling you 

warm and deep inside you, triggering your own viciously powerful release. 

you were both breathless, panting rapidly with you still sat atop him, buried to the hilt. your head fell onto his own, arms throwing themselves around his neck with a contented, over-sensitive sigh

he attempted to lift you, earning a pathetic discontented whine “no,” you begged, feebly attempting to move your legs around his waist 

“no? want me to stay inside?” he hummed, your head nodding pleadingly at his words 

he smiled and moved up to kiss you on the forehead, your arms still laced around him tightly “anything for my babydoll” he moved one arm to brush your hair out of your face, a few strands sticking to the sweat that had collected on your forehead 

“we should get up soon, though. ethan n hadley are probably wondering what the hells going on” he smiled and you groaned, only curling closer into his grasp

“eddy’s never gonna let me hear the end of this” you pouted, and mark giggled

“hads is gonna be happy though, do you know how many double dates we’re gonna have to go on?” he poked at your side, his smile beaming bright 

“she’s been trying to wingman us for like six months” you snorted, and mark laughed 

“only cause i’ve been pathetically chasing you since the dawn of time,” he smirked, running a hand up and down your back gently 

“i know. i wanted to hit you with my car” you teased, glaring up at him playfully 

he shook his head with a grin “no, you didn’t.” 

you smiled “okay maybe i didn’t.”

he leaned into kiss you, but was interrupted by his bedroom door flying open. he quickly pulled his comforter over your hips and glared at his best friend, who was standing with his arms crossed in the doorframe 

“what the fuck, du-“ ethan promptly cut off mark’s dramatics. 

“are you two done fucking? hads is hungry and i don’t want to find out what happens if i don’t feed her, like, yesterday.” he gave the two of you a pointed look, and then shut the door 

“sounds like we should get cleaned up” mark hummed, running his hands through your hair 

“really? to me that sounded like we should fuck louder” you smiled, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him softly 

“as.. incredibly tempting as that is-“ he sighed, prying you off his lap and earning a dramatic groan, a soft whine of sensitivity slipping through “- i’m gonna get you some new clothes, hm?”

you huffed, pulling off your panties and slowly standing with him, clung to him while he rifled through his drawers for a new shirt and some boxers, as well as a new pair of sweats. he tucked the clothes under his arm and grabbed your hand, pulling you to his bathroom carefully 

he used a warm cloth to clean the insides of your thighs gently, your leg twitching as he wiped through your folds. you winced a little, sensitive from all the stimulation 

“sorry” he whispered, kissing your forehead softly. you shook your head, leaning on his shoulder as he pulled you off his counter and helped you get changed, then cleaned himself off

“m’ not used to this” you hummed, carding a hand through his hair with a soft smile. he furrowed his eyebrows, pinching your jaw questioningly 

“so gentle with me, holding me n’ kissing me and cleaning me up” you admitted, peering up at him from his shoulder 

he tried to mask his smile “what kind of losers have you been sleeping with?” he chuckled rubbing your back soothingly 

“nobody worth thinking about” you whispered, kissing him sweetly and pulling him back to his room to get him to change 

when you walked out of his door, you were immediately met with a bone crushing hug from hadley 

“god, if i’d known all i had to do was get him to go all vigilante on some asshole i’d have gotten shoved into some boards six months ago” hadley joked, giggles erupting from the two of them while mark went over and casually fist bumped ethan

“also, you’re telling me everything later” hads whispered, pulling you over to the boys by the couch 

“now. what’s for breakfast?” she sat herself in ethan’s lap, you awkwardly making your way beside mark and curling into his side