#onshot

He pretends he's not spoiling you..but everyone knows he absolutely is.

If you mention you're craving a specific snack? It shows up in the dorms the next day. Say you like a certain hoodie? Hes "accidentally" wearing it less and less so you can "borrow" it indefinitely.

If you so much as sigh tiredly, hes tugging you into his lap and insisting you rest on him

"Its not spoiling, you just look comfortable here"

He buys things for you quietly, without announcing it.

Hell hand you a small bag like its not a big deal.

"Oh, you said your earbuds were breaking. So..yeah"

he looks away so you wont see him smile at how excited you get.

Not to mention if you ever go with him when he goes out. He just needed to go out to grab another wallet and insisted you go with.

Little did you know it was just an excuse to spend more money on you. You end up staring a little too long at a purse in the Gucci store? His getting it for you in every color.

And don't get him started on the vast collection of collars necklaces he has for you.

"They all just look so good on you lovely, I couldn't resist"

The other members notice immediately, but that doesn't stop him.

Chan raises an eyebrow every time you walk in wearing something new.

Hyunjin teases him about being an overly attentive boyfriend. As Lee Know acts unbothered "They needed it, leave them be" but his ears go pink every time.

Even though he trusts his brothers with his life he gets a little possessive.

Not jealous just..quietly claiming.

If Changbin ruffles your hair, you suddenly feel a warm hand around waist. Felix hugs you a little too long? Minho ghosts his fingers over your lower back like a reminder as he walks by.

"You're mine, they can look but they know"

Never rude, never controlling. Just subtle signals that makes the others smirk.

But dont get him wrong.

He actually loves when the other members adore you.

He'll sit there with is arm around you while the others dote on you, answer your questions, try to make you laugh.

He watches with soft eyes, like he's thinking: "Yeah, they love you too. Good.

As long as everyone remembers the unspoken rule, you come home with him.

His favorite way to spoil you is physical affection.

He pretends he's not clingy, but the moment the two of you are alone, he melts.

Pulls you into his lap on the couch with no warning, Kisses your shoulder slowly while pretending he's just "getting comfortable" He whispers things like

"You know i love taking care of you, right?"

"You deserve to be spoiled properly"

His voice gets low, warm, dangerously soft. Never crossing the line, but enough to make your stomach flip.

Minho gets off on teasing you on front of the other members just a tiny bit.

Nothing too inappropriate, subtle touches and smug smiles.

Like tracing circles on your thigh under the table, or massaging your shoulders making sure you let a small soft groan slip out when he's feeling a little playful.

The blushes apparent on some of the other members faces. Seungmin groaning dramatically and yelling at you two to get a room. He secretly liked it but cant say that out loud

And yet he has the softest moments too

When the members leave the room, he pulls you into a quiet hug.

Face hidden in your neck, voice muffled: "I like when they treat you well. Makes me less worried when I'm gone."

You tell him he doesn't need to worry as he hums in response.

"I know. But you're precious..cant help it"

At the end of the night, you always end up wrapped in his arms.

Half-asleep, he whispers:

"Let them adore you..I'm just the one who gets to keep you."

His eyes flash at your coldness, and his jaw tightens. Without waiting for an invitation, he steps inside, closing the window behind him. His tall frame towers over you as he crosses his arms.

“To talk to my girlfriend, who’s been ignoring me all day.”

You roll your eyes, refusing to back down. “Right. But I’m not going to talk to you.”

His scowl deepens as he drags a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “Well, that’s too bad, because I’m not leaving until you do.” He steps closer, lowering his voice. “You’ve been ignoring my calls. My texts.”

“I know,” you reply flatly, retreating a few steps toward the bed. His gaze follows your every movement, hungry, restless, like he can’t stand the distance anymore. In two long strides, he’s behind you. Before you can sit down, his hand wraps firmly around your wrist.

“Enough.”

You glare up at him. “What do you want, Mark?”

His eyes burn into yours, frustration warring with something much darker, deeper. He leans down until his breath brushes your lips, his voice rough and low.

“I want my girlfriend back. I want you to tell me what’s wrong.”

Your chest tightens. “What’s wrong? You know what’s wrong.”

Confusion flickers across his face, then realization. “Is this about… that? About me training with Eve?”

Your jealousy slips out before you can stop it. “I don’t like that she’s always around you. I see how she looks at you, Mark. Don’t act like you don’t notice.”

His features soften slightly at your words. He takes a slow, steadying breath before meeting your eyes again. “Baby, there’s nothing between me and Eve. It’s just training.”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap, shaking your head. “She wants you. And you know it.”

His jaw clenches. His grip tightens on your wrists as he leans even closer, his voice dropping to a growl.

“Listen to me carefully.” His gaze is unrelenting, pinning you in place. “I don’t want Eve. I want you. Only you. Only your hands get to touch me. Only your name leaves my lips when it matters. She means nothing to me.”

He lets go of your wrists, his hand sliding up to tilt your chin gently, forcing you to look at him. His thumb brushes over your jaw, his voice softening into something almost tender.

“I’m not going anywhere. You hear me? She can try all she wants, but I’m yours. Only yours.”

His lips press against yours in a soft kiss, testing, waiting for you to melt into him. His lips move against yours, soft at first, but you don’t give him much back. He pulls away slightly, searching your face with furrowed brows.

“Do I need to kiss you until you melt?” he murmurs, noticing the stubbornness in your eyes — and the faint blush on your cheeks.

You look away, embarrassed, but his hand cups your jaw, forcing your gaze back to him. His voice drops, low and possessive.

“You know what? I think we both need a reminder of who I belong to.”

Without waiting for your answer, his lips crash onto yours in a heated, hungry kiss. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest as his mouth claims yours. You tug at his shirt, pulling him toward the bed, and he lifts his arms easily as you peel it off. His toned chest and shoulders glisten in the dim light, and his smirk deepens when he catches the flicker of heat in your eyes.

“You can keep pretending you’re mad at me all you want…” he murmurs against your lips, pinning your wrists gently above your head with one hand while the other trails teasingly down your arm. His mouth finds your neck, pressing slow kisses that make your breath hitch. “…but your body is telling me something completely different.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin as his hand slips beneath your oversized shirt, pulling it up and over your head. You’re left bare to him, and his gaze darkens as he drinks in the sight of you.

“Still cold?” he teases, kissing along your collarbone before trailing lower.

You bite back a whimper, whispering stubbornly, “…yes.”

He chuckles low against your skin, amused by your defiance, and his lips trail down your chest, your stomach, until he’s kneeling between your thighs. His fingers hook into your underwear, tugging it down slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

His fingers brush teasingly over your wetness, and you can’t hold back the quiet whimper that escapes you.

His tongue doesn’t dive right in — instead, he teases you, dragging the flat of it up your folds, slow and deliberate, never giving you enough pressure where you want it most. Each pass leaves you trembling, hips twitching, desperate for more. When you try to grind against his mouth, he pins your thighs down with a firm grip, holding you open, controlling every move.

“So eager already,” he murmurs against your skin, the vibration making you shiver. He presses a lingering kiss just above your clit, then pulls back slightly, watching you squirm. “Mark—” your voice breaks, frustration dripping from your tone. He smirks, breath hot against your swollen heat. “Patience, baby. I wanna hear you beg for it.” One finger slides inside first, slow, curling upward just enough to make your stomach flutter.

He doesn’t move right away — just keeps it there, filling you, teasing you with stillness. The ache builds so fast it’s unbearable, a needy whimper spilling past your lips. “That’s it,” he says lowly, starting to move his finger in and out, unhurried, watching your face twist with every drag. A second finger joins, stretching you, pressing deeper, making your back arch against the sheets. He twists them just enough to graze that spot inside you, but never keeps the pressure long enough to let you tip over.

“Did you miss my touch? My mouth? My cock?”

“I… I missed everything,” you moan softly, threading your fingers through his messy hair.

The sudden combination rips a moan from your throat, your body jerking against him. “Good girl,” he breathes against you before sucking your clit between his lips, harder this time, while his fingers curl just right inside you.

Your thighs twitch violently, pleasure flooding you so fast it’s almost painful. That’s when he groans into you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers press inside, curling just right. Your thighs twitch as waves of pleasure build.

He groans into you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers press inside, curling just right. Your thighs twitch as waves of pleasure build.

“That’s it, baby. You like that?” His voice is muffled against you, tongue flicking faster, fingers thrusting deeper.

“Mark… fuck—” Your body trembles, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as your climax crashes over you.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, licking and sucking you through the waves until you’re shaking under him, your body oversensitive, breathless whimpers falling from your lips. Only then does he pull back, his lips glistening, eyes dark and hungry.

You reach for him, tugging him up into a kiss, tasting yourself on his mouth. “I need you… inside me,” you whisper desperately.

His groan vibrates against your lips as he shoves down his pants and boxers, his cock heavy and hard against your thigh. He doesn’t waste time, lining himself up and kissing you deeply as he pushes inside, slow but relentless, until he’s buried completely within you.

“Fucking hell…” he groans into your mouth, his hips starting a slow, steady rhythm. One hand grips your hip firmly while the other slides into your hair, tugging gently to angle your head for another kiss. “So fucking perfect… so fucking mine.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as your body clenches around him, every thrust hitting deeper, harder.

“Only yours, Mark,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes rolling back when he slams into that spot that makes your legs shake.

“Mine,” he growls, his thrusts rougher now, possessive. “Always mine.”

His thrusts grow rougher, faster, each one slamming into you with a desperate need that steals the breath from your lungs. His grip on your hip tightens, surely leaving bruises, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Mark—” you whimper, clinging to him as the bed creaks beneath you.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans. His words spill against your mouth between thrusts. “Love… seeing you… like this… taking all of me… fuck.”

Your body arches into him, trembling, overwhelmed with pleasure. “You’re mine too,” you whisper, your voice shaking.

His eyes soften for a split second, raw emotion flashing across them even as his pace grows erratic.

“Forever,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m yours, forever.”

The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot again and again, your walls tightening around him as your body spirals toward release. His hand slips between you, rubbing fast circles against your clit.

“Come for me, angel,” he urges, his voice a mix of command and plea. “I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”

Your moans turn into broken cries as the heat in your stomach snaps. You convulse around him, your orgasm crashing through you in waves. Your legs shake, your walls clamp down so hard he groans loudly, nearly losing himself at the feel of you.

“Fuck, fuck—” He buries himself deep, thrusts faltering as your body milks him. “I can’t… hold it—”

“Come in me,” you whisper, voice wrecked but steady. “Please, Mark. I want it.”

That’s all it takes. With a guttural moan, he slams into you one last time and spills deep inside, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. His forehead drops to your shoulder, groaning your name as he empties himself completely, heat flooding your core.

For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but your ragged breathing, your bodies pressed tight together, sweat-damp skin sticking.

He stays inside you, chest heaving, placing soft kisses along your neck as you both come down. His hand rubs gently over your side, grounding you, his voice low and tender now.

“You okay, baby?” he murmurs, brushing damp strands of hair from your face.

You nod weakly, pulling him closer, whispering against his ear, “I missed you… so much.”

His chest tightens at your words, his lips finding yours in a slow, lingering kiss that feels more like a promise than anything else. “I missed you too,” he breathes.

When he finally pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression is soft, vulnerable. He presses his forehead to yours again, whispering, “I love you.”

A tired smile curls your lips as you whisper back, “I love you too, Mark... You’re mine.”

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Leo thought it would be the perfect day to go out and take photos. After all, Darkwick was hosting a carnival to celebrate the beginning of spring. There’d be games, seasonal anomalies that appear, food trucks, vendors—but you weren’t going there to enjoy yourself. You were there for one goal, and one goal only—to make sure Leo looks good for his social media pages. You had your hefty backpack in hand and Leo’s phone in the other. It was a gold mine for photo-ops.

Although, there were way too many people than you expected. You opened your phone and checked the Darkwick event planner that was emailed to every student…

Of course the two of you ended up going when there’s a special deal for two person admission. For you, it wasn’t a big deal for you since it cost less money to get both of you in, but when you turned to look over at Leo and you could see his face awkwardly scrunched up.

“What’s up?” You asked with a quizzical look, when he realized that you were looking at him he had that look he gave when he was about to bitch you out.

“What do you mean ‘what’s up’ there’s too many people here. Seriously, don’t they have anything to do or are they all idiots…” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started walking along the gravel road. “Whatever, let’s just get the stuff we need.” Referring to his content. Leo is always irritated at something or other, but he looked more bothered than usual. I mean it was warmer than usual and everyone packing together doesn’t make it better, even you couldn’t help but feel anxious.

You got through most of the spots that Leo planned to take photos of and record, he wanted to hit the most popular first to beat the crowds. To your disappointment, one of the final attractions had a massive line of at least 40 people waiting to take a photo around a tree. It wasn’t any tree that you could skip, it’s a highly sought after sight because it’s a tall tree that’s home to fairy anomalies that help the spring flowers bloom. It’s one of the seasonal anomalies that only makes its appearance for a few days every year.

Leo lifted a hand to rub his temple before throwing his hands up in annoyance, “Are you fucking serious?” Regardless of his reaction he soon joined the end of the line.

“Hey let’s just do this tomorrow, the line’s too long and it’s getting pretty hot.” You suggested, Leo seemed to hate this idea because he looked at you and rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know what you don’t understand about ‘limited time’ but I’m not waiting another year for this.” You don’t think you can take this any longer. Not only is it hot and there’s lots of people, Leo looked like he was about to explode and he started to aggressively tap his fingernails on his phone. Leo didn’t bring his headphones because he thought you would be in and out, but you thought something like this might happen. He gets irritated too easily so it’s not safe for him to go without them. You fished around in your backpack and pulled out his headphones to shove them on his head, ruffing his hair slightly.

Before he could open his mouth to complain, you spoke loudly, “they’re noise canceling right? Don’t complain about your hair, you need this.” You turned forward and refused to listen to any fussing that Leo had, but to your surprise he stayed quiet. After a while you looked over and his face was still scrunched up with sweat forming on his forehead and under his eyes. You sighed and went through your backpack once more. You were going to save it, but you supposed that you could just buy another one later. You pulled out a cold water bottle and gave it to Leo without saying a word.

You could hear his “hmph” along with the sounds of plastic crinkling and the cap unscrewing to take a sip. When you reached the front of the line, Leo took the backpack out of your hands and searched for the items he brought specifically for the photos. You could tell he was rushing his process because he cut props out of the photoshoot he wanted. You didn’t mind, you wanted to get out of there as well, but he knew he was going to regret it later.

As soon as you were finished taking photos, you immediately packed up and urged Leo to follow you. “Come, there’s a place nearby to rest.”

Leo put his headphones over his head and protested, “You’re dumber than I thought if you think you can boss me around.” You rolled your eyes and walked in the opposite direction.

You flashed him a smile. “Fine, stay there if you want. I don’t care.” In reality, you knew he would follow you. You made sure to carry everything with you when you left. It took 10 seconds before you heard moody footsteps behind you.

“Where the hell are you going? Wanna spend more time with me, honour roll?” He seemed proud of himself, but you ignored the second part of that sentence—why would you want to entertain his delusions?