💖for my very good friend who is just as obsessed with college boyfie mark as I am
boyfriend!mark x neutral!reader • fluff, suggestive • This is literally just making out with boyfriend Mark...
You shift in your seat, trying to find a more comfortable position.
You’re not uncomfortable per se, but you know that sooner or later your legs are going to start cramping and you should really find a better position before you’re not going to be able to move again. The hands on your hips are almost a vice around you as it is.
The seat groans at your movement, his thighs trembling beneath your own, an exhale of breath hitting your cheek.
Kissing Mark became sloppy several minutes ago, almost as soon his fingers found your skin under the hem of your shirt and your lips found the sharp edge of his jawline. Dating for several months still rewarded you with new things about him, and the way you discovered you could get him cursing was an experience that threatened to make you combust.
Your mouth trails back up to his own, capturing him in a deep kiss.
Dating Mark is pretty great. When he’s not completely focused on uni and keeping his grades perfect, he’s showering you in compliments and love. Boyfriend!Mark is honestly pretty similar to friend!Mark, if you really let yourself think about it. Except, you get to kiss him. And touch him almost whenever you want. And you get to hear him curse in your ear when you nip at his skin in just the right way.
When you’d gotten out of class that afternoon, you had headed straight to his place, intent on curling up in his arms and napping until dinner. But when you’d burst through his bedroom door, he was still wet from his shower, dabbing at his hair with a towel. He’d smiled all big and sweet at you, his round eyes filled with all the stars in the universe, his collarbones peeking out of his much too big shirt, and his glasses sliding down his nose. And honestly, who could blame you when you took one look at that - Mark looking the most absolute adorable you’d seen him look in a week - and just launched yourself at him.
Being the good sport he is, Mark only pulled away from you for long enough to take his glasses off, before hauling you up onto the bed with him, guiding your legs so you could straddle his lap. By now, his overly big shirt is falling off one shoulder, his cold hands warming against the skin of your waist, and his hair is mostly dry, just standing up in soft tufts from your fingers running through it.
Mark huffs out a low groan when you detach your lips from his, and he lets his head fall back against his headboard. You grind your hips down onto him as you mouth along his jaw again, sucking at the spot right underneath his ear.
“Hey,” his rough voice sounds, his hands pinching at your waist lightly. “No marks above clothing, babe.”
“I don’t have any marks above my clothing,” you giggle, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “My Mark is below my shirt.”
He groans at your joke, his cheeks pinking. “You’re so lame,” he says, one of his hands soothing over your side in complete defiance to his harsh words.
Your lips find a spot on his neck, brushing carefully along his pulse point. The response is immediate. Mark’s hips buck, his hands tighten fiercely around you, and he lets out a soft curse with his breath; “oh shit” falling from his lips in an almost devastantingly erotic fashion. You grin triumphantly, running your tongue against the point again before diving farther down his neck.
His collarbone is begging for your teeth, so you give in, attaching your mouth to the spot, relishing in the way Mark moans, his exhale stirring the hair at the top of your head. The hands on your waist start to move; one hand sliding down along your hip, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants while the other trails up to the nape of your neck, still underneath your shirt.
Your breathing hitches along with his, and you shift again, your own hands seeking the button of your pants, Mark’s eyes focused darkly on your movements-
You both jump, stilling on the bed as Mark’s roommate yells through the door.
Haechan bangs on the door, laughing when Mark yells at him to stop. “I’m home and we have guests, so get off each other, put your clothes on, and get out here so we can order dinner.”
Mark grumbles, his eyes going big and round in a pout when he looks at you. You laugh, sitting up properly so you can pat his cheek. “Don’t worry, Channie,” you call back, making Mark’s pout turn down in a glower. “We didn’t get our clothes off yet.”
Mark yells out indignantly as Haechan starts laughing again, his guffaws disappearing down the hallway as he heads for the living room. You get off your seat, gently smacking Mark’s leg. “Cmon you big baby,” you coo, tugging at his hand. “If you’re good through dinner, maybe I’ll reward you tonight.”
At that, Mark springs from the bed, throwing a hoodie on as he follows you toward the door. He kisses the exposed skin of your neck and pinches your bottom. “I’ll be holding you to that,” he sighs, pulling his bedroom door shut as you both exit.
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