#astrob.writes

You had just walked into the dining hall, coming back from a shift at the school library. You weren't one to go to the dining hall, but, you were too broke to get DoorDash for the third day in the row.

"Y/N!"

You turned to a happy Joey, jogging over to you. As you two hugged, you noticed the array of food he had in his hands. "Getting food for Mark again?" Motioning to the food he had cradled in his arms. Joey nodded, saying something about how he was being lazy and didn't wanna get his own food. You nodded, remembering when Mark used to always ask you to get him breakfast and drop it off in his first-class because he slept in. "Wanna come with me to deal with his ass?" You agree, the dinner food was all forgotten about as you both made your way to his dorm.

Mark could be heard down the hallway, screaming about something. "Is Mark cracking over a game again?" You knew how Mark got when he played games and kept losing, having once lost to you when playing Call Of Duty. As you both got closer, you noticed your empty pockets. You dropped your keys somewhere. This was your fourth set of keys, so you couldn't afford to get another key from your RA. "Hey, I'll be right back I need to go find my keys." Joey nodded as you ran down the hallway, retracing your steps. Joey shrugged, laughing softly at your clumsiness, before entering the shared dorm. Mark was still playing a game, talking to fans about how he couldn't believe he didn't win the last round. Joey placed the food onto the desk next to Mark's drink, a small 'thank you coming from his lips before he lost again, tossing his head back in frustration. "You better calm down before Y/N comes back with her keys and beats you up for cursing so loud at night." Mark's eyes grew wide, quickly sitting up to tell his stream he needed to take a break, turning off his camera and muting his mic before getting up and cleaning up his side of the room. Joey watched him rush around, laughing softly. "This isn't funny, man! I'm streaming!" he hissed, Joey's hands raised in self-defense.

No one in this University knew he was a Twitch Streamer and he'd like to keep it that way. Especially from you.

He didn't know how you'd feel about him doing it, probably calling him weird or something. He always wanted to put his best foot forward when it came to you. He wanted to impress you.

And this would ruin it.

Mark quickly shoved the large number of dirty clothes he once had on the floor into Joey's arms, along with the laundry soap. "You're seriously gonna make me do laundry while you sit here and probably make a fool of yourself in front of Y/N?" Joey asked, getting off his bed before placing the clothes into the basket. He didn't wait for Mark's reply, taking the basket to the laundry room with a small "Good luck, man."

Mark continued to rush around and clean up the area, trying to make the place look decent. He decided that tonight would be the night he would finally ask you out. Or just keep you close, either one will do for him. Before he could do anything else, he heard your soft knock which made him more nervous than he felt before. He quickly rushed to toss a blanket over his computer before he opened the door to see your soft smile. "I see you found your keys, Y/N. Again." he chuckled as you pushed your way into the room, turning to see his covered desktop area. "I see you broke your computer" which made him blush. He was not going to correct you on what happened to it, deciding to let you have the moment. He closed the door, sitting next to you on the large sofa he had underneath his lofted bed. He hoped you couldn't tell how nervous he was to have you this close and all alone.

You could.

"Um, do you want me to go out until Joey comes back or?" You asked, turning to Mark who was playing with his red hoodie string. "No! No, it's alright. I just...you make me nervous" You stared at Mark at his sudden confession, asking questions to figure out why. Mark watched your lips move, staring at them fit around the words that came out of your mouth. He decided to act on his sudden lust and confidence, quickly capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your lips froze against his, finding the sudden kiss to startle you.

You weren't going to deny that he was always attracted to you, especially when he let his hair get wild. You always found messy haired and relaxed clothes Mark to be hot. You didn't know how long it took you to kiss back, but you put your hands in his hair and pulled him into the kiss roughly. He let out a surprised noise, a moan following after. His hands went to your hips, teeth and tongue now clashing together as he pulled you onto his lap,only for you to hit your head on the upper bunk.

He pulled back, quickly checking her head while murming apologies. He let his hands go into your hair, massaging the area you hit your head at while kissing and biting your neck. He gently and carefully picked you up, moving you to stand the floor. "Y/N...I" "Mark please just fuck me" Your words cut through his hesitation, picking you up before moving you to the desk area, placing you onto the desk before kicking away the chair, sinking to his knees. He bit along your thighs, pulling down your shorts while he looked up at you. "Beg for me, Y/N. Beg for me to eat this sweet pussy" You looked down, slightly surprised at his words, becoming a bit nervous. You weren't used to someone becoming confident so fast into sex. Mark rubbed your thighs, placing them onto his shoulders. "Awe, don't be scared...Tell me what you want." he pleaded. You nodded, taking a deep breath before looking down at Mark. "Eat my pussy, Mark, please. I've wanted it-oh my god fuck" Mark didn't give you even a chance to finish, becoming impatient. He slowly licked you up, his lips wrapping around your clit before sucking softly, moaning at your taste. You tossed your head back, gripping the sheet that was over the desktop, making it fall. Mark didn't even care as he pushed a finger in, his tongue moving widlily against you as he moved his finger. Your moans got louder, not even remembering where you were. Mark looked up at you, grabbing your panties that were next to the discarded shorts, moving to stand up and continue moving his finger in you. "Hush baby~ You can't be too loud." he put your underwear in your mouth, smirking at you wriggling and moans, his lips moving to your ear, whispering filthy things into your ear.

You tightened around him as he bit and sucked a hicky onto your neck, feeling like you were about to unravel, which Mark noticed and chuckled at. "You're gonna cum for me, huh? You wanna make a mess on my desk? Be good to me baby, make a mess for me"

You moaned loudly, coming on his fingers while Mark continued two whisper filthy praises into your ear. When you calmed down, he helped you clean up (he cleaned you up with his tongue.."I was thirsty") and get dressed. Before he could say anything, you heard a bunch of dings come from his computer. You both turned to the noise, noticing his stream which had still been going on; the camera was still off, yet the microphone was still on.

Mark rushed to turn off the computer and end the stream, running his hands through his hair as his face became a dark red. "I..uh" "How many people heard me?" You asked, rubbing his back to comfort him as he shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know you did twitch...that's cool"

The air in the room was slightly dampened by the discovery, Mark turning to you, looking disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry I didn't think it was on still and I-" "Mark..calm down." Mark continued to ramble apologies, which you cut off with a kiss. You ignored the taste of you that lasted on his lips as he kissed back, holding you close. You pulled back a bit, looking up at him. "Lets..talk about that later. It'll probably get taken off for sexual-" "Shut up Mark and hurry up and fuck me before Joey comes back from trying to figure out how to do laundry and flirting with the attendants. " You swayed your hips as you walked to his bed, turning before grabbing the ladder. "I might even let you have a recording for yourself."

"Make sure you have everything you need. I mean it, Y/N"

Your dad was always a worrier. When you were five and had a school field trip he just had to chaperone to make sure that you didn't break anything or get into any trouble with any of the animals ("Do you know how many Gorillas escape from their enclosures?"). At any field trip or any trip in general, he had to be there to ensure your safety. That was until you were 16 and your mom fought him to leave you alone and to finally give you some much-needed space. That talk almost led to a divorce. Ever since then, he worries about you, but from afar.

"Oh and don't get involved with any boys at that prison. They're in there for a reason"

Don't get started on boys. You weren't allowed to date anyone, and if you did bring anyone home, he'd rip them to shreds, never approving of them. No one seemed to be good enough for his little girl.

It always drove you up a fucking wall.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, dad. Love you," You hurried, hanging up on him before he could make the already 20-minute call into an hour-long one. You searched your car to make sure you had everything before looking up at the large prison before you, taking a deep breath in. You were a psychologist and a pretty good one in your field at that. You were hired to be one for a new inmate who needed an evaluation. You usually meet new clients at your office but they refused to let him leave the facility.

"He's too dangerous for that"

You decided to stop stalling for time in your car, getting out, and making your way inside the check-in office. The officer you had met a week ago smiled as you came in, shaking your hand. "I'm officer Jones. Welcome to Seoul Prison, doll" His nickname for you made you roll your eyes, removing your sunglasses to raise your eyebrow at the flirty officer. He held his hands up in defense, telling you he was joking before handing you a bucket to place any loose items in (valuables that could be damaged or stolen). You obliged, keeping only your now-given file, clipboard, and slick pen. A female cop named Jiwon came over to you, walking with you down the long hallway of cells. Many men screamed vulgar things at you two, ranging from "Hey, pretty tits'' to ''Why don't you two come over here and give me some of that pretty pussies?"

You kept your head held up high, not even acknowledging the dirty word vomit being spat out by the inmates. Once you two reached your new "office", you noticed a tazer and a red button on your desk. Jiwon noticed your confusion saying it was for safety. "You never know what he could be thinking" You nodded, sitting at your desk as she goes to retrieve the prisoner. You took this moment to open and read his file, your eyes going to his photo. He looked actually quite handsome; the kind of guy you'd date if you had the chance.

Lim Jaebeom

Age 28

Reason for imprisonment: Murder

Your eyes stayed on his reason, shocked. You didn't know why you felt so shocked about his reason, but as you read the statement he had said in court and to cops, you were slightly convinced he didn't do it. Then again, you can't take his word for the truth; someone died and the blood was on his hands.

The same man you were just reading about soon walked in, his head hung low as Jiwon had him sit in a chair in front of your desk. "I'll be outside." Her voice was stern as you nodded, motioning for her to leave. When the door closed, your eyes fell onto Jaebeom, who had brought his eyes up to meet yours. His brown eyes felt cold yet had a warm center, his raven black hair becoming like curtains. You looked back down at his file, hoping to not be caught staring deeply into his eyes. You didn't notice it, but on the bottom, it talked about how he had four other people come in to evaluate him, but when they noticed what he did, they all quit. You know you shouldn't have, but you felt bad. ''I'm Y/N L/N" You held your hand out for a handshake, to which he stared at. ''I can't move my hands...but nice to meet you" you forgot he was chained up, you looking down at his heavily chained and handcuffed hands. It looked so heavy. "There's no point in talking, I know you're gonna leave" he shrugged, manspreading as his head fell back to rest against his chair. You had never seen a patient so willing to give up at the start of something. That's when you knew he was going to be a difficult one.

You continued to try and make small talk, trying to get him to open up, even just a little during your three hours together. He gave you short answers, not seeming to care. You were determined to at least get a smile from his annoyed face, so you stared at him for a moment before asking "Do you have any cats? You seem like a cat kind of guy" His eyes met yours, still filled with hesitation before he sighed, leaning forward. "I have three; cake, pudding, and Nora." You smiled, finally getting him to at least say more than a few words. "I have some cats too. They all sit by my window and judge me every day" he laughed a bit, running a hand through his fluffy, messy hair. "They'll do that to you" You both continued to talk about cats, finding that to be a great start to getting to know him. You know you shouldn't have, also, but you found him to be charming and a bit sweet. He talked about his cats like they were his kids. He was in the middle of a story about Nora trying to jump onto his stove when Jiwon came back into the room, knocking on the wall softly. ''Times up" his smile faded, his previous smile disappeared. He got up carefully, hearing the clicking of the chains made you crumble down into the chair.