#mark tuan imagine

[markie-baby]

Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️

"How am I supposed to tell yah?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,

Nobody gets me like you.

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you,

Nobody gets me, you do..."

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.

Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.

You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.

So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.

The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.

As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.

Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."

Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."

Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.

"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.

"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."

Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.

"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.

His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...

You were horny as all hell.

"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?

"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.

Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.

You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.

"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"

Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.

"Badly."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"

"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"

He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.

He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.

"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.

Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."

"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.

With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."

His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."

He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."

As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.

"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.

"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"

"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.

Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.

"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.

You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.

"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."

"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.

"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."

"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."

"Oh, really? I can't tell."

He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."

You agreed, biting your lip.

As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.

"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.

Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.

"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"

"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."

"Is that so?"

You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."

Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."

You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.

Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.

"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."

"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"

"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."

You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.

"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."

Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.

"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."

"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"

Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"

"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.

"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.

"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.

Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.

"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."

"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.

"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."

"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"

Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"

A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.

Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"

"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.

His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."

You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."

Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.

"May I?"

You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.

"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.

"Yes," you sighed.

His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.

Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.

You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.

"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.

You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.

Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.

The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.

"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.

Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.

His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.

You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.

Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"

"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.

"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."

Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.

"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.

You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.

"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.

As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"

A blush tinged your cheeks.

"I could say the same for you."

Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.

"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.

His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.

"What are you gonna do with me now?"

"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"

His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.

"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"

Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.

"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.

"Yes," You breathed.

His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.

"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.

He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.

You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.

"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.

"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.

"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.

His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.

"Please". You begged him.

Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.

You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.

Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.

Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.

It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.

"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.

"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."

"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.

"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."

"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.

He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.

You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.

"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."

You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.

"Fuck me, Mark."

Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.

"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.

He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."

You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."

With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.

"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.

The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.

"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

Your response was incoherent mumbles.

Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.

You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.

"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."

His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.

You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.

"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."

With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.

"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.

"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."

"No, don't stop."

"I won't then."

Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.

"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."

He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."

Your heart ached at his words. "I do."

"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.

"All night?"

He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.

"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.

He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.

Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.

"That's it," Mark breathed.

His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.

"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"

"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."

Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.

You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.

"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.

He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."

Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.

Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.

You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."

"About what?" he asked.

"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.

He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.

"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."

"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.

It felt like heaven.

~🐰♡

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00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

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When You Accidentally Fall Asleep On Another Member ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

“She looks so relaxed,” Mark smiled as he walked in to see you curled up into Jackson, resting on a cushion against his shoulder.

“She did try to wait for you to come back from shooting but there was no way that she’d stay up,” Jackson explained, “I hope you don’t mind.”

Mark’s head quickly shook in reply to him, “as long as Y/N’s comfy, there’s no way that I mind. Thank you for offering to help her get comfortable.”

“It’s alright,” Jackson smiled, “although I’ve got to admit my shoulder is starting to get a little numb being rested upon.”

A quiet chuckle came from Mark as he walked past you both, “do you want to swap?” Y/N’s probably too asleep to even realise what’s going on around her right now.”

“I don’t want to risk her stirring,” Jackson quickly assured Mark.

“But you’re going to get hurt Jackson.”

Jackson’s head shook, “I’ll be able to wake my shoulder up in no time at all, the pain in my shoulder is nowhere near as bad as how tired Y/N was when she came here.”

“She’s not slept well recently,” Mark informed him, “honestly, it’s just nice to see her asleep for a while.”

“I can stay here for as long as she needs me to.”

“Thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

Jay B:

“What are you doing?” Jaebum asked as soon as he looked to his left and saw that Jinyoung was sat on the sofa with you beside him.

“I’m just helping Y/N out,” Jinyoung quickly explained to him, picking up on how annoyed Jaebum was straight away by his voice.

His brows furrowed as he noticed how content you were. “Why did you let Y/N sleep on you? Why didn’t you offer her a cushion instead?”

“Can you see any cushions round here?” Youngjae laughed as he interjected, “Y/N would break her neck without Jinyoung.”

Jaebum’s eyes glanced back at you both, still not quite able to get used to what he was seeing. “She better not get used to sleeping on you, she should sleep on me.”

“If you were here then she would’ve slept on you,” Jinyoung told him.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me she was tired?”

A roll of the eyes followed from Jinyoung, “because it’s easier to let Y/N rest on us rather than get yelled at by you for interrupting you whilst you’re busy at work.”

“When have I ever yelled?” Jaebum grinned, “you guys know that I’m always nice whenever I’m at work.”

“Shall we go back to all the times at the dorm?”

“Alright, I guess you’ve made your point.”

Jackson:

“Why’s Y/N asleep on you?” Jackson immediately asked as he walked into the dressing room to see you looking rather comfortably against Youngjae.

A shy smile formed on Youngjae’s face, hearing the disapproving tones in Jackson’s voice. “She was leaning this way for a while, and then went.”

Jackson scratched over the top of his head, unable to get mad as he noticed how content you seemed. “She just fell onto your shoulder?”

“Not exactly,” Youngjae frowned, “she was hanging on the edge of my shoulder so I put her on properly otherwise she’d end up hurting her neck.”

Jackson hummed back at him, trying his best not to get too agitated by what he saw. “I guess I should say thank you for that.”

“I know it’s not exactly what you want to see,” Youngjae sympathised.

“You’re definitely not wrong with that.”

The faintiest of chuckles came from Youngjae, “I promise that I’m doing nothing other than helping Y/N sleep, you can’t hate me for doing that, can you?”

“No,” Jackson huffed, “I don’t think I’ve ever hated you, although this might be the closest that I’ve come to feeling that way.”

“It’s because I’m as adorable as Y/N is, right?”

“You wish you were as adorable as Y/N.”

Jinyoung:

“You look cosy,” Jinyoung slightly joked as he walked in to see you fast asleep on Mark, not quite knowing how he wanted to react.

“I couldn’t move her when she laid down on me,” Mark immediately began to explain to him, “she was yawning nonstop beside me.”

Jinyoung nodded in reply as he took a seat opposite the two of you. “To be honest, she’s not exactly been sleeping well these past few nights.”

“I can tell,” Mark weakly smiled back to him, “I’m honestly just giving her a shoulder to rest on, that’s all.”

Mark could tell that Jinyoung wasn’t a huge fan of what he saw, but he was at least glad to see you asleep. “Your shoulder is probably killing right now.”

“It’s not too bad, luckily Y/N’s light,” Mark quietly chuckled.

“You hardly know she’s there, right?”

Mark quickly nodded in agreement with Jinyoung, “I can see why you constantly say how easy it is whenever Y/N falls asleep on you on the road.”

“I wish she was asleep on me now; it feels seeing her asleep on someone else,” Jinyoung admitted in reply.

“She’ll wake up soon, she’ll be all yours then.”

“I can’t wait for her to sleep on me.”

Youngjae:

“Is she alright?” Was the first question that Youngjae had for Jinyoung as soon as he saw that you’d decided to rest against him.

“I see, don’t ask how I am even though I’m being used as a pillow, just see how Y/N is straight away,” Jinyoung joked, shaking his head back at Youngjae.

A shrug came from Youngjae who fought back his laughter, “you’re not the one that I’m dating and therefore you’re not my priority right now.”

“Somehow I’ve ended up doing your job and let Y/N rest on me though,” Jinyoung pointed out to him.

A quiet snigger came from Youngjae in response, “Y/N will fall asleep on anyone, don’t think of yourself as special,” he smartly replied to him.

“What about if I just jolt her awake then?” Jinyoung offered.

“You can’t do that, Y/N’s resting.”

Jinyoung went to move but stopped himself at the last minute, “appreciate the fact that I’m doing your job for you, or I’ll wake Y/N up instead, your choice.”

“Alright,” Youngjae sighed, “you’re doing a great job of letting Y/N use you as a cushion for a little while.”

“You don’t sound too convincing there.”

“Jinyoung, I meant every word.”

BamBam:

“Well,” BamBam sighed as he walked into the dressing room to see you resting against Jaebum’s shoulder, your eyes tightly shut.

“Sorry,” Jaebum laughed back across at him, knowing exactly what it was that BamBam had noticed as soon as he walked into the room.

A shake of the head soon came from BamBam, “the only thing you should apologise for is looking too annoyingly cute with my girlfriend on you.”

“What?” Jaebum laughed, having to try hard to keep his voice quiet enough to make sure that he didn’t wake you up.

BamBam nodded at the puzzled look that was on Jaebum’s face. “She looks really peaceful, and your shoulders are so broad that they’re comfy to rest on too.”

“How do you know what my shoulders are like?” Jaebum asked.

“Look at you, it’s obvious they’re cosy.”

A snigger came from Jaebum as he realised that he was getting under BamBam’s skin. “I can always move if you want me to stop looking cuter with Y/N than you.”

“No one looks cuter with Y/N than me,” BamBam established, “all I said was that you two look pretty cute now.”

“You’re not doing a good job of playing this cool.”

“Really? I thought I was doing well.”

Yugyeom:

“What’s going on?” Yugyeom pouted as soon as he walked into the dressing room and saw you leant against BamBam’s shoulder.

“Y/N’s asleep, be quiet or you’ll wake her,” BamBam whispered, shushing Yugyeom as he awkwardly stood across the room and watched the two of you.

Yugyeom’s eyes narrowed in your direction, “why is she sleeping on you? Y/N shouldn’t be sleeping on you,” Yugyeom mumbled underneath his breath.

“She’s only resting on me,” BamBam tried to assure him, “there’s nothing bad going on, I’m just trying to be a good friend.”

Yugyeom’s head began to shake as he listened to BamBam, “you’re not being a good friend to me right now letting my girlfriend fall asleep on you and not wait for me.”

“Stop being so jealous and pull yourself together,” BamBam teased.

“Why are you being so mean to me now?”

A soft chuckle came from BamBam, “you’re pouting like a kid who got told they couldn’t get some sweets, all Y/N is doing is resting, do you really want to stop that?”

“I guess not,” Yugyeom murmured with a shrug, “but just so you know this is just a one-time thing for you.”

“I don’t plan on making a habit of it Gyeom.”

“I won’t let you make a habit of it either.”

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Risk It All| Mark Tuan

Mafia!Mark x Reader, parents au! Word count: 5.612 Genre: angst, action. Warning: mention of crimes and violence, language. If you don't feel comfortable DON’T READ IT! Author: Maari Note: It’s been soooo long that I wrote for GOT7 and I’m very proud of this one🥺 i suggest to read while listening to risk it all by the vamps Request: Can i request maybe got7 mark mafia left you and your daughter because he knows they will use his family as a bait. You always go to the headquarter to convince haechan to come back to you daughter and your lives but he pushed you away. Until both of you being kidnapped and happy ending and he said sorry to both of you and hugged you both closely.

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It was a desperate night.

Y/N didn't know why little Gracie didn't sleep well, her 9-month-old daughter was restless that morning and there was no way to deny the reason for that, because she knew.

Gracie was used to sleeping lying on her father's belly, she loved the warmth of his arms and many times she calmed down just like that, not even with her mother. But that night her father wasn’t there.

In fact, he had been gone all day and as much as Y/N was distressed, she didn't have much to do. Mark never carried his phone when had to work, it was too dangerous, he'd always said, and she wouldn't be able to contact whoever was with him.

All she could do was wait and hope that everything was fine, still with a sinking heart.

She rocked her daughter in her arms as sang a song, hoping to make her sleep, she looked at the clock beside her bed and it read 3AM. She was tired, exhausted, not because she took care of her daughter but because she hated it when Mark left.

When Gracie finally fell asleep, completely surrendered to sleep, Y/N heard the house door slam and without a second thought, walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

She should have been relieved to see her husband there, but when she saw that he was looking forward to it, she was even more worried.

"Honey." she spoke softly and Mark turned to face her, his eyes red and his face visibly in pain.

He had cried.

Y/N saw Mark swallow hard, run a hand through his dark hair and run down the stairs without answering, she followed of course. She followed him to their room and when she got there, she saw Mark angrily pull the suitcase under the bed.

She was confused by her husband's haste and the sudden need to pack. Would they travel?

"What are you doing? Where we going?" she asked as watched him cry silently, going to the wardrobe and taking out the pieces in a random way to throw them in the suitcase without any care.

"I have to go." he replied quietly, not meeting her eyes.

Y/N kept her eyes on him, waiting for a complete answer, which didn't come.

"What?"

She watched him open the drawer and take out his gun, checked it was loaded, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants under the shirt.

"Leaving. I'm leaving." he spoke louder but his voice was not steady as usual, it was shaky and desperate.

Y/N felt her heart break completely, the cry already stuck in her throat.

It wasn't as if she'd ever thought about that moment, but since the birth of their daughter, he'd promised that things would be different.

"Then that's it? Are you just going to abandon your family with just two sentences?” she asked, hurt and held her daughter even tighter in her arms. "I think I deserve a better explanation than 'I'm leaving' in the middle of the night."

Y/N wanted to scream, shake her husband so he would talk but she knew if she did that it would scare Gracie and she didn't want that, she had taken so long to get her daughter to sleep and she didn't want to wake her up.

Mark stopped with his hands on top of the suitcase and took a deep breath, looked at Y/N and she raised her eyebrow, questioning him once more in silence. She hated being too hard on him, but there were times when she needed to be.

He approached cautiously and placed his hand on her arm, covered by the leather glove he wore, she didn't like it. She wanted to feel the texture of his palm against her arm to make sure everything was okay, that it would be okay.

"I love you both." he spoke, a softer tone and she bit her lip to keep from giving in too soon. “And it's because I love you so much that I need to get out of here as soon as possible to protect you. I already asked BamBam to come pick you up in the morning, he will keep both of you safe until I… sort out some problems.”

Y/N frowned. She'd never demanded any explanation about Mark's business because first, she didn't want to know and second, the less she knew the better. But knowing he was doing what his job demanded didn't make it any better.

In fact, she felt a shiver down her spine and it was from fear. Fear for her daughter, fear for her husband and for her.

If BamBam was involved, it meant Yugyeom and Jungkook were too. The whole group.

"I don’t want you to go." she admitted, feeling her eyes water and Mark looked at her in pain.

"Angel." his hand came up to her face and caressed the skin that was now wet from the tears that insisted on falling. “I would never forgive myself if they used you two to lure me. My family will not be made of bait.”

It was a promise, Y/N could hear the certainty in Mark's voice and she knew she would never be able to convince him otherwise.

“When will this end?” she asked, referring to the whole world he involved them in.

Mark moved closer to kiss her forehead and his lips lingered longer, making her close her eyes with what would probably be their last skin contact yet.

“I will come back to you, I promise."

[...]

Y/N was stubborn.

She had waited a week for Mark to sort out what he had to and she was very grateful to BamBam for the help he was giving but living locked up, or safe as he said, in a fortress with armed security and escape tunnels that were presented to her on the first day wasn’t what she had planned for her life and neither for Gracie's.

So, after 7 days, she decided that she would act. She was tired of seeing her family torn apart. Had she used her influence to force the keep's servants to do what she wanted? Probably, but it was the only weapon she had to find out where her husband was hiding and find a way to go there and convince him to come home, to return to his family.

Maybe she was too naive to think any of them wouldn’t tell BamBam that she'd left the keep without his permission or protection, but she wasn't going to back down now.

"Mark made me promise that I'd keep you two safe, Y/N." BamBam argued and she huffed.

“I'm sorry BamBam, but I didn't leave my house when I was pregnant to live with Mark to see my family separated by business that Gracie and I have absolutely nothing to do with!” she spoke louder, making the tall boy shut up. “Can't you see how Gracie misses her father?” she asked, seeing him falter. “There's nothing you can do to stop me, lock me in a room and I'll get out of there, and I'll go after Mark. Someone needs to convince him to come back, hiding is ridiculous and won't change a thing.”

Well, she'd been trying to find out where her husband was, following BamBam for the past few days in a taxi. She was almost there, she knew it.

BamBam took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips.

“You will only leave here if you are escorted by Jungkook, he is the best hitman. If you go to Mark, you will need protection.”

Y/N smiled slightly, she could see that BamBam agreed with her.

"Deal." she replied, picking up her bag from the bed and getting ready to leave her room, but he stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

“See my husband.” she spoke in an obvious tone. "You can let Jungkook know that I'll be in the garage waiting."

Y/N left the room without a response from BamBam. She was certain that if there was anyone who could convince Mark to come back, it was her. And she wouldn't give up so easily.

On the way, she stopped in the room where Gracie was with the housekeeper of the fortress, said goodbye to her daughter with a long hug and asked the woman to take care of her daughter until she returned. She wouldn't take Gracie because she knew Mark wouldn't accept it and agreed, putting her daughter in danger was the last thing she wanted.

She waited for Jungkook and saw him smile in amusement as approached her, it was as if he knew she would act like that. 

He directed her to the black 4x4 truck and she got in feeling her hands sweat, was anxious because she would finally see her husband again.

She then remembered the first time this had happened, how she had met him.

One of her friends was going out with Yugyeom and invited her to go to a nightclub, it was Friday and the place was full. It was poorly lit but that didn't stop her from noticing how handsome he was. At the time Mark had blonde hair and didn't even have tattoos, when she thought of that night a silly smile played on her lips every time. He was so young compared to the present day, much quieter, but the serious way he was accompanied by such a delicious laugh captivated her that very night.

Well of course the friend had introduced Y/N because she was single and about to start college, it should have been just one night. A fun night for both of them that didn't end until the morning, but Mark had been so kind and considerate, he'd made sure to save her number and hang out with her more often.

At that time, she didn't know what so much mystery meant but it didn't matter because she fell in love so fast that she ended up sleeping with him every other time they went out. But the intimacy they created went far beyond the nights of pleasure. Mark talked about silly dreams, about how he missed his family in California and how his life would have been different if he hadn't crossed the world.

He shared secrets with her, and she did exactly the same.

That's when she found out she was pregnant, midway through her college semester. All she did was run up to him and tell him, expecting a completely negative reaction from him, it was the exact opposite.

Mark was thrilled, ecstatic, assured that he would give her a home and take care of the baby together. She then moved into his house ready to spend the rest of her life by his side, and with them she ended up discovering what Mark really did.

He'd introduced himself as a businessman, and business involved cars. At first she'd assumed he'd been involved in racing, it was illegal of course but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing no teenager hadn't fantasized about.

However, Mark received large amounts of money in just one night and she started to find it suspicious. It was then that the couple's first fight happened, when Y/N demanded that he tell everything, without hiding anything or else she would leave and he would never know what his daughter would be like.

He gave in and told. Mark also participated in races, but he worked for a powerful man in the city, taking the risk of taking goods across the border with other cities or else sometimes crossing the country. He only had one goal, never to get caught, and he was very good at it. But that also left him at the mercy of his boss.

Yes, Mark was part of a mob.

It came as a shock to her, obviously, but that didn't change things because she loved Mark and had promised to be on his side. She understood that the boy had been alone too long in a foreign country and that had led him to do things that he had no control over later.

When Mark took her to live with him, she made it clear that she too would live in the shadows like him and she accepted, dropped out of college and didn't contact any friends who could find out where she was. Because she was sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and the baby growing in her womb. He never changed who he was with her, he was still the same attentive and kind boy, although over time he got more serious.

He was still the same Mark.

She thought about the day he would get out of this life, even though she knew there was only one way.

"I'll come in with you so he doesn't freak out so much." Jungkook warned before they got out of the car.

Y/N agreed, of course, and looked around. She didn't know if all the mafias had strongholds like that but she imagined that there was the “headquarters”.

A building with a huge garage, from a distance it looked like a factory like all the others in the city.

She squeezed her bag even tighter as they approached the entrance, Jungkook went ahead and greeted everyone who was there, while she watched the parked cars that were supposed to be used for work. They went to the second floor and he knocked three times on the last door in the hallway, hearing a ‘come in' the boy looked at Y/N as if asking if she was okay, who nodded in agreement.

He opened the door and made room for her to go first, cautiously doing so and surveying the room.

A simple room without any decoration, well lit and with a huge window that had an outside staircase, strategic for those who wanted to escape from there faster than going through the garage.

It was a cold environment, it could never be considered a home and she much less would imagine Mark spending time there alone.

"What do you do here?" she looked to the side and saw her husband standing there.

She took a deep breath, she had missed his voice so much and even though it was carrying a serious tone, she smiled at the sound of it.

“I came to see my husband.” she replied firmly.

"Jungkook, I told you-" Mark took a step forward, looking at the boy behind Y/N.

He was angry, of course.

"It wasn't his fault." she interrupted him, causing him to stare at her. "I didn't give anyone a choice, I was determined to come even if it was alone."

"You wouldn't dare." he chuckled humorlessly and she raised an eyebrow, cocking her head as if she questioned him.

Mark didn't say anything, scratching the back of his head and Y/N kept silent.

"I'll stay outside, you must have a lot to talk about." Jungkook warned before leaving, slamming the door shortly after.

And they really did.

"You need to get out of here." Mark went to her and gently took her arm, anticipating what her husband would do, she placed a hand on his chest to make him stop.

"I won't go without you." she spoke decisively, feeling his heart beat too fast against her palm.

He sighed.

"You don’t understand." he shook his head in disbelief.

"Because don't you explain to me!" she spoke louder, showing all her frustration. Mark looked at her guiltily. “It's been almost 3 weeks since you left home. I want my husband back.”

“I can't, Y/N! Please don���t insist." he practically pleaded and she laughed, without humor.

"You want me to live in BamBam's house forever?" she could no longer control the tone of her voice that rose with every word. “Is that your plan? Leave me and Gracie locked up until she turns 40?”

“Damn it, Y/N!” he dropped her, pulled away and ran his hands through his hair, visibly frustrated.

He wasn't the only one in that room feeling that way.

“This here.” He lifted his arm, exposing the tattoo on his biceps. “It's my curse. I will have to carry this with me for the rest of my life, not because it is marked on my skin but in who I am!”

She glared at the word truth with resentment. It was the tattoo Mark had gotten together with Yugyeom, BamBam and Jungkook to symbolize joining the mafia.

And it didn't matter if he covered it up or simply took it off, it would never erase how much his life had changed since then.

She wanted to say that she loved every bit of him, every wrong choice that made him who he was, and Mark knew it. However she was so hurt that she couldn't.

Was it too much to ask to have a normal life with her family?

“Go away, Y/N, please. It's too dangerous for you to stay here, if anyone sees you…” He closed his eyes for a moment and she understood everything.

She bit her lip to hold back the urge to cry and nodded, resting her hand on the doorknob as she took one last look at him.

The exchange of looks between the two meant it all, they didn't need words. She knew he was doing this to protect her and protect Gracie, she could see how hard it was for him to tell her to go.

But it wasn't easy for her either.

Y/N opened the door and in a surge of courage and anger, spoke before slamming the door.

“Oh and if you think I'm going to stop seeing my husband because a bunch of mobsters are pissed off, you’re wrong. I will come every day until you return to your family.”

[...]

Y/N had meant it when she'd told Mark that she would come every day to see him.

She went, with Jungkook escorting her as BamBam had said, but there she was. Every day in the early afternoon, when the Mafia headquarters was practically empty.

For the first few days, Mark locked the bedroom door in a failed attempt to get her to leave. Of course she didn't give up so easily, she sat on the floor in front of the door and started talking about Gracie, after the third attempt, Mark gave up and opened the door for her.

He was about to give in, she could see that, although she didn't stay more than 20 minutes there because she couldn't push her luck and because Jungkook had more to do, she knew her husband like the back of her hand. He was considering going home, he was finally listening to her.

But that day was being unusual.

Jungkook was on a "mission" and hadn't arrived in time to escort her, BamBam's fortress seemed agitated and he himself had left early and hadn't even had time to talk to Y/N.

And Gracie looked as agitated as everyone else, the daughter kept running around the garden and Y/N was starting to get really tired because the housekeeper wasn't free to help look at the girl.

So, seeing that her daughter was probably just as tired of being there as she was, she decided to go with Gracie to the mall downtown. As BamBam's driver wasn’t there, she decided to take a taxi.

Gracie looked happier seeing the scenery outside the taxi window and Y/N was feeling a different kind of butterflies in her stomach, she guessed it was the false sense of freedom and nostalgia hit her.

She would give anything to live this moment with Mark. Just the 3 of them, as it should be.

She took a deep breath as the car pulled up in front of the mall, took the amount and paid the driver, then got out and helped Gracie out of the car.

She held her daughter in her arms, arranging her bags on the shoulder, and took a step into the mall, but didn't quite make it.

“Y/N!” she heard Mark's voice calling to her in the distance and turned around, thinking she was hallucinating.

But seeing the figure of her husband approaching in a hurry, she knew it was real.

"Daddy!" Gracie screamed, fidgeting tirelessly on her mother's lap in a clear sign that she wanted to go to him.

Mark approached and took his daughter from Y/N's lap, the two collided in a strong hug, he closed his eyes and smiled. Y/N didn't want to cry at the scene but she was thrilled, though confused that her husband was there.

“My love, I missed you so much!” Mark spoke to his daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek afterwards.

When he opened his eyes, Y/N was still staring at him and he adjusted Gracie into his arms.

"What do you do here?" she asked suspiciously.

Mark wasn't going to walk around the mall like she'd intended.

“I saw that you left the fortress so I thought-”

"Wait." Y/N raised a hand to stop him. "How do you know that?"

“How do you think?” he asked, looking at her suggestively. “I have access to the security cameras at BamBam's fortress.

Y/N opened her mouth, surprised and somewhat offended.

“Are you watching us?” she asked in disbelief.

“It was the only way.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and she laughed bitterly.

Y/N took Gracie from Mark's lap, the daughter left without understanding, and turned her back on her husband and walked back to the mall entrance.

"I can’t believe that!"

“Y/N.” she felt him start to walk behind her.

"No, Mark." she stopped where she was, turning to look at him completely hurt. "Do you have time to watch your family on camera but no time to go home?" she questioned and started to walk again but Mark held her arm, preventing her.

"I needed to see you guys without putting your lives at risk, don't you understand?"

"No!" she spoke louder, feeling like crying. “I don't know why you're doing these things. You don't tell me!”

Mark was one step away from giving it all up, from giving in, Y/N could see it in his eyes and all she wanted was a decent explanation whatever it was, they could handle it together.

They were weaker apart, together they could overcome the world. That's always how it felt.

Mark opened his mouth to reply but a loud screeching of fast tires against the asphalt caught their attention. A black van quickly approached the sidewalk where they were and before it even came to a complete stop, 3 covered men got out of it. And armed.

Mark's first reaction was to put himself in front of the family, protecting them while Y/N got behind him and hugged Gracie even tighter.

“Get in the car, now!” one of them did and Mark put his hand to his waist.

"Don't even think about it, smart-ass." the second spoke and approached Y/N, putting the gun to her head. "Or else it's not in the van you're going to."

Y/N swallowed hard, with teary eyes controlling the urge to cry.

Mark raised his hands up in surrender and one of them dragged him towards the van, another did the same with Y/N ​​who just followed in silence and brought Gracie's head closer in an attempt to make her not see the scene.

But when they got into the van, being dumped there, the three had their heads covered by a black cloth and none of them could see where they were going, they just felt the car start quickly.

Y/N squeezed Gracie more and more against her body in an attempt to calm her down, in vain of course. She didn't know where they were going or how much time had passed, but when the van came to an abrupt stop, she felt strong and not at all careful hands drag her out of the vehicle.

Her rational side overrode whatever fear she was feeling at that moment, all she knew was that she needed to obey and be quiet, any attempt to try to get out of there would be dangerous for everyone, especially Gracie.

She thought of her daughter first, needed to keep her safe.

They walked for a while and suddenly she was thrown to the floor, ended up hitting her left shoulder on the floor and locked her jaw with the impact and pain then she awkwardly arranged herself on the floor with her daughter still on her lap and they took the cloth from her head, she looked at the guy in front of her, he was smiling evilly and she shivered, lowering her head and saw that they had done the same thing to Mark who was lying next to her. The men left the room, closing the door with a thud so loud it startled Gracie, who started crying instantly.

Y/N took the cloth off her head and hugged her daughter tightly, stroking her hair.

“It's okay, baby. Mom is here.” she was trying to be strong enough that her daughter wasn't more afraid than she probably was, but she was just as desperate as Gracie.

Her hands were shaking and she felt her blood run cold. She wasn't enjoying this at all.

Y/N saw Mark approach and looked at him, the exchange of looks was intense and both came to the same conclusion silently. They would protect their daughter, no matter what.

He reached out to hold his daughter and Y/N relented, handing her to him.

Mark hugged her and started talking to her as he got up, Y/N took her hand to her shoulder and felt a twinge, she looked down to face and saw that the bone seemed out of place, that explained the pain she was feeling but it was completely irrelevant at the moment.

She looked at Mark and he was rocking from side to side with his cheek against Gracie's cheek to calm her down. Y/N would have smiled at the scene if circumstances were different.

In a short time, which seemed like an eternity to both of them, Gracie fell asleep in Mark's arms. He sat on the floor next to his wife, careful not to wake his daughter, and looked at Y/N with a guilty eye.

"How are you?" he asked quietly, trying to analyze her up and down and stopped his eyes on her hand that was on her shoulder.

“I think I shifted.” replied, swallowing hard once more.

"Pardon me." he spoke suddenly and she frowned. “I put you at risk. What I feared most happened and it's my fault."

Y/N didn't know what to say, so she turned her body around until she was facing him and placed a hand on his cheek.

“None of that matters now, Mark. We just need to get out of here.”

"I tried to leave." he admitted and she stared at him confused. “I told them I wanted to go out, take care of my family and my future, since Gracie was born I realized that I don't belong in this life anymore.” he smiled sadly. “But more dangerous people ended up finding out and Yugyeom warned me that you two were in danger, he heard that the guys were planning to use my family as bait to get me to start working for rivals, they had already found out where we lived, it was just only a matter of time until…” Mark couldn't finish and Y/N wiped the tears that flowed.

"It's okay, Mark."

“No, Y/N. If I hadn't followed you, they would never have appeared.”

"Hey, look at me." she asked kindly and he did. “It makes no difference whose fault it is, if it's yours, mine. We'll get out of here, the three of us. Together."

Mark smiled and nodded, Y/N came over to touch their foreheads and closed her eyes for a moment.

She didn't know where that lucidity, that strength was coming from, but completely believed what she had said.

And more than ever, she'd been happy to know that Mark was thinking of a different future for the family they'd built, that he no longer wanted to be a part of that dangerous life.

Even though the way he'd done it all had been a little messed up, all he thought about was her and Gracie's safety. He'd sacrificed himself so they were protected and she couldn't see anything but a gesture of love.

When she moved away, laid her head on Mark's shoulder and felt him put an arm around her waist, she took the opportunity to gently hug Gracie without waking her up and they stayed there like that while they both thought of a way out of that situation.

She was sure Mark would do anything to get them out of there safely, even if it meant his own sacrifice and she couldn't think of anything to change that, but the only thing she knew was that she would fight. For him and for Gracie.

Y/N knew that at some point people would miss her and her daughter, someone on the street from the mall must have seen what had happened in broad daylight, that's when she remembered that the bags weren't with her anymore since she walked in in the van.

If they fell on the street, it was their chance that BamBam, Yugyeom or even Jungkook would understand what had happened.

She clung to that sliver of hope, hoping that Mark's friends would get to them in time.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed outside and Mark stiffened, silently the two looked at the door as if they could see through it what was happening.

When voices were heard, he stood up and Y/N did the same, now facing him as if waiting for an answer. Mark held Gracie up to her and when she held her daughter who was still sound asleep, he faced her.

Has the time come then?

"Stay behind me." he asked very quietly and she agreed, doing as he said. "No matter what happens, don't try to come after me."

Wait, what?

Y/N wanted to ask what he meant by that but a bang against the door made her jump and Gracie started to wake up, she brought her daughter closer as she heard footsteps.

Feeling her heart practically jump out of her mouth, the door was opened and a light got in her way of watching the figure that was standing, all she saw was a gun.

"You two never learn, do you." she knew that voice… Y/N squinted and could see BamBam's thin silhouette.

She sighed at the playful smile and relief washed over her.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to look at that face of yours." Mark spoke and Y/N laughed. She couldn't disagree.

“You can thank me later.” The friend replied and Mark approached to shake his hand, in clear thanks.

“Thank us, right?” Yugyeom's voice came out of nowhere. “Or did you forget that I was the one who took down the guy who was hanging you?”

"He wasn't hanging me." BamBam defended himself.

"No, he was choking you so hard your face was turning as purple as the suit you're wearing." Jungkook appeared, only his head showing between Yugyeom and BamBam's figure.

“Two ingrates.” BamBam complained.

"Can we go out?" Mark questioned and the three looked at each other.

"We just need to… clean up the mess." Yugyeom replied and Y/N felt all eyes on her.

All right, she understood what they meant and stood where she was, waiting.

The 3 left and Mark turned to face his wife.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

Y/N smiled weakly and nodded.

“Ready to go home.” she replied and Mark raised his hand to stroke Gracie's sleeping head.

"I meant your shoulder."

She didn't even remember it anymore, maybe the adrenaline of being kidnapped had made her forget about the pain.

"I've been through worse." she shrugged and felt his hand caress her cheek slowly, she had missed the texture of his skin so much. “Being apart from you, for example.”

Mark smiled, showing all his perfect teeth.

"This will not happen again." he assured and she looked at him suspiciously.

"Aren't you going to live in the mafia headquarters?"

"No."

“And not even watching me and Gracie through BamBam’s cameras?”

"No." he answered with certainty and she smiled. “I'm sorry about everything. If I left, it was to protect you two. I would lose everything, I would risk everything for you. You are the most important things in my life and I can't live without you two anymore, I missed every detail.”

"I know, babe."

And she knew, she understood his motives. Because if she were in his shoes, she would do the same thing.

Mark then moved closer, wrapping them both in a hug tight and long-awaited by both. Even if it wasn't enough and in the wrong place, it wasn't where he wanted to be with his wife in his arms, it wasn't where he wanted to see his daughter sleep.

However, everything he needed most was there.

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Tuan Mark Yi En (GOT7 / Solo) Kinky* Tarot Reading

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Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky* Reading

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Tuan Mark Yi En

Stage Name: Mark

Group: GOT7 / Solo

DOB: 04.09.1993

Sun Sign: Virgo

Chinese Sign: Water Rooster

Life Path Number: 8

Masterpost: Got7

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Tuan Mark Yi En

Mark (GOT7 / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky* Reading

Position - 4 of Pentacles

Mark could be described as a clingy lover. He’s super loyal in a relationship, he’s not likely to lose sight of his sweetheart often. If they can’t be physically together, he’s the type to text and call often just to check his lover is doing okay. If taken to extremes, he might become possessive. He’s more on the traditional side when it comes to position in a relationship, he’s a man and therefore he takes the dominant share of responsibility on himself. He’s courteous and romantic.

Libido - XIV Temperance

Mark is no uncontrollable beast when it comes to sex. He’s pretty well balanced and probably even capable of a long distance relationship while staying utterly faithful to his lover far away. He’s not the type to give in to his carnal needs, he’s more on the sensible and sensitive side. Mark is a very gentle and caring lover, always putting his significant other’s well-being a priority. He’s not a big fan of extremes like edging or overstimulation as he finds it unpleasant.

Turn On - Queen of Pentacles

Mark is likely to feel attracted to a well composed and balanced personality, mature and with a motherly vibe to them. He’s no fan of dramas or youthful wilderness. His lover can be either older than him or at least mature at heart. The cards suggest more likely a woman but it’s not a rule.

Kink - VIII Strength

As mentioned before, Mark isn’t a fan of extremes. He’s more likely to appreciate a well-balanced and harmonious type of relationship. He likes to have a certain power over his lover but not in a way they would follow his every order. Mark is likely to prefer to be on top in bed but he expects his lover to be active as well. He might feel especially aroused by dirty talk coming from his lover’s mouth. But only during intimate moments. In public, any inappropriate behaviour repels him.

Dirtiest Secret* - Knight of Swords

Mark is a man with vision and elegance and he’s the type to set goals for himself and pursue them relentlessly. He’s likely secretly a bit ruthless. Not in a way he would actually physically hurt someone but he can become so concentrated on his goal, that he will forget about other people existing around him. He might unintentionally hurt his lover’s feelings when cancelling dates, not coming to their birthday party, forgetting about anniversaries due to the fact he’s in the middle of his project and nothing can distract him.

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*****i forgot to ask what for the GOT7 one. lol

https://at.tumblr.com/eviebyme/hi-i-wanted-to-ask-if-you-can-do-a-headcanon/9frby751u7c1

If you can please do the same for GOT7?

Hi! Yes, I can certainly do that 😉. Thanks for requesting!❤️

Got7 Kinks

Mark

He’s probably the most vanilla tbh

Being with a partner he finds sexy is usually enough for him

He prefers to stick with missionary or doggy

His kink would most probably be penetration, just the act of sex is enough and he doesn’t really like to step out of his comfort zone

He will silently judge you if you suggest anything too crazy by his standards

Jaebeom

I can see him having specific sensitive spots that will drive him crazy when they’re touched

Like he’s big into having his nipples played with or being pinched on his thighs or waist or something

To that point he probably has a specific body fetish. Foot fetish, breast, belly button. I can see him being hyperfixated (and turned on) by certain body parts

Likes having sex in public, but with no one around lol - like in a field or in a car. He finds it exciting but anything more and his anxiety takes over

Jackson

Ok guys, he’s a lowkey freak

Takes consent very VERY seriously because he knows he’ll mess you up lol

Hard dom- likes giving orders, inflicting pain, and teasing

Like leather and bondage

ALWAYS has a safe word, even if your intention is just making out

Jinyoung

Soft dom - he likes to give orders but is a huge softy and feels bad when he gets carried away

LOVES roleplaying - he’s always the dominant though. Like he really gets into it. He’s usually pretty reserved but once he’s into a role he completely changes into that character

Likes to blindfold and tie up his partner - but he only reaches this stage after being with someone for a while

Seems vanilla the first few times, but he is freaky trust me

Youngjae

Edging and being teased

Probably a switch or exclusively submissive

I can see him being turned on by certain articles of clothing - like knee high socks and a short skirt or lingerie. That will drive him wild. Even certain textures like silk or lace are incredibly sexy

Also, I can see getting turned on by cosplay of anime or video game characters - omg and maids!

Bambam

Soft dom #2

More of a Daddy/baby girl kind of dom

Loves to take care of you and loves to put you in your place

Giving massages (erotic massages ofc)

Probably the second most vanilla after Mark. He likes good old fashioned sex and literally just loves to be touched.

Yugyeom

Rough sex

Role play that results in rough sex (punishing, humiliating, etc)

I’m reluctant to say hard dom because he can come out of this role quickly - and he is not really a soft dom.

He will be very clear about consent and safe words too. His partner is always a priority, but sex is a way to release anger, so he usually wants to be totally clear

Loves anal but will never suggest it to his partner

Requests Open!

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Suits: 2

-> Being a CEO of a big company has its perks, except for meeting the one. After you sign up for a dating app for the elite 1 percent, you match with someone who is just as rich as you. Is love truly in the cards for you both?

CEO!JAYB X CEO!READER

Smut warnings: Spit, bitting, slight bondage, slight breeding kink, marking, etc. Rough to Passionate.

"You joined a dating site to not match with anyone?" He asked, taking a sip of his champagne as he listened to you try to explain why you joined, cutting you off as he leaned closer to you, his mint breath gracing your cheek as he made his way to your ear. "So, you don't want me then, Y/N?"

A/N: She's a long one.

You always found the saying "Cat and Mouse game" to be so confusing.

Who was the cat and who was the mouse? Why didn't the cat just move on?

"Ah, nice to see you again, Ms. L/N." You gripped the doorknob as you turned to face Jaebeom, who was leaning against your desk with some wine you had on your desk now in his hand, a smirk on his lips.

"Do you have a moment?"

Now you understood why.

"I do have a moment, Mr. Lim. What can I do for you?" You felt his eyes melt into your body as you made your way to the alcohol table that you had placed next to the window. He said no words as the dark red wine filled the glass that soon met your lips. His mind flashed back to the dinner that had happened a few days prior; how your lips molded around moaning, how your lips felt in the kiss, how your perfect lipstick smudged all over his neck and your face.

You were the mouse that he so desperately wanted to catch.

"I just wanted to talk some more. I tried to get your number from Mrs. Kim, but she said it was better to come and ask you myself, and judging by how hard it was to get an appointment with you, I assume you're a very busy girl, Ms. L/N." You noted how his voice had dropped and had gotten slightly louder, turning around to now face Jaebeom, who was leaning against your couch, his hand out to take the second wine glass that you were pouring. You handed it to him, letting your fingers glaze his before reaching back for your own to sit at your desk. You both kept your gazes locked onto one another as you both drank the wine, a soft glimmer coming from an eyebrow piercing that Jae had, which gathered your attention.

"So, the CEO of a popular fashion, music, and art brand has a piercing?''

"Ah, so you did some research on me," Jaebeom placed the wine glass down, licking his lips as he made his way over to your desk. You also noticed now that he had a tongue piercing and a nose stud, both looking new. "What's 'next, grills?" You held back a smile as he nodded, mentioning how he was actually going to get some on Friday.

He made you feel comfortable, the lust that was in the air during your first meeting was not there as it was now comfortable and friendly. Jaebeom picked up your nameplate, humming as he read your name. "Beautiful name, Ms. L/N." you thanked him for his compliment before leaning back in your chair, downing the rest of the wine as you had. "So, did you make an appointment to just flirt with me and get my number or do you want to talk business?"

"Do you not want to mix business with pleasure, Ms. L/N?" Jae asked, sitting down before swirling the wine that was left in his glass. "Your company is thinking about dipping into fashion soon, right? I noticed that one of your competitors was complaining about it during a dinner party we had."

"So you all meet up to talk shit about me and my complaining expanding our horizons?" You asked, Jae, chuckling as he leaned back in his chair. "I do not participate in the complaining about you and your team's goal of manifesting destiny. I, however, want to talk about you partnering with me."

You raised an eyebrow as he stood up, sliding over an invitation. "I am hosting a party on Thursday to discuss the future of the company. You should come: you can get a raw, inside look at what my company can offer, along with connecting with many other people as my partners from oversees are also coming."

He let his hand move from the invite to gently hold your chin, moving you to look up at him. He seemed so much farther than your face when he was describing the event to you, it almost shocked you when you noticed how close you two were. He leaned down so that his lips were next to your ear, his thumb now moving to play with your bottom lip. "If you aren't satisfied by the end of the night by the event, I can surely be of service." Your eyes moved up to his, biting your bottom lip as he moved away from you, his lingering cologne around you as he left.

You were trying to figure out what cologne he used when your secretary knocked on the door, making you jump from your daydream.

"Ms. L/N, your next appointment is here." You nodded, getting up to follow her, stopping her when you reached the meeting room. "Clear out my schedule past 4pm on Thursday. I have a party with Jaebeom and his associates to attend." R/N nodded, hiding their smile as you entered the room. They had "passed by" a few times when you and Jaebeom were in the room, giggling at your dreamy expression when he leaned close to you. They walked away as the meeting began, holding in their excited giggle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You arrived at the large gala hall around 8pm, an hour after the party began. You didn't know the traffic would be so bad that night and to be honest, it rattled you a bit and made you nervous.

It made you wonder if he would still be happy to see you. In the back of your mind, you of course thought he did this to every woman he tried to work with, but a part of you held onto the idea that he didn't do it to anyone else.

You sighed as you made your way inside, being greeted by a large ballroom decorated in gold and red, the table covers being black. There was an open bar along with Jaebeom's company name being projected onto the center of the tables and also on the stage. It was beautiful to you. You checked your dress once more before deciding to look for Jaebeom, your heels clicking as you made your way to join the many other people who were conversing with each other. You recognized a few, talking to them as the lights dimmed and you were told to direct your attention to the stage, Jae in a white suit soon coming on. His piercings and rings glimmered under the stage lights as he spoke to everyone, thanking everyone for coming and for being part of his growing company.

You wouldn't admit it, but you spent more time admiring him than listening to what he was saying. You caught a glimpse of his chain necklace, biting your lip as you wondered how it would feel to tug on it. Your mind wandered deeper and deeper until he met your eyes as he scanned the crowd, a small smirk coming to his face as he noticed how dark your eyes had gotten. "I'm so glad that everyone came. I hope we can make new relationships and support the ones we already have. Thank you." You clapped with everyone as the jazz music picked back up as he left the stage. You smiled as your colleagues turned back to you to pick up where the conversation left off, the conversation halting once more when Jaebeom approached you all.

You watched as he conversed with them, waving goodbye as they walked away to give you too some space. "I'm glad you came, Y/N. Not gonna lie, at first I thought you weren't." He smiled, his hand coming to rest on the bottom of your back. You apologized, mentioning how bad traffic was coming from your penthouse to here. Jae frowned, mentioning how he would keep that in mind. "What did you think of the company and what I said?" He asked, smirking when you tensed up from being caught. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention. I did that whole thing so that you knew what our company was capable if we end up working together."

"Well, you spoke well and got your points across." you countered, Jae, chuckling as he raised his pierced eyebrow, waiting for you to continue on and to pinpoint something he had said, your conversation being halted when a man came up, a younger woman in tow. Jae moved his hand from your back to shake the man's hands, the old man motioning to the woman he had. "This is my daughter, Heejin. She has been a fan of your company for a while and I thought bringing her tonight to meet with one of my partners was a great opportunity, I hope you don't mind."

You hoped your jealousy wasn't radiating off of you as he gave the woman attention, your eyes not missing her hands moving up his arms to grip his biceps and touch his chest. It was as if you weren't there, you deciding to head to the bar while he entertained the two.

As you sat at the bar, you were joined by one of the colleagues you were talking to earlier. He rested his head on his hand, making small talk with you, which didn't go unnoticed by Jaebeom, who could slowly feel his own jealousy bubble. He watched as your colleague touched your shoulder, his fingers moving to touch your back which was the last straw for him.

He cut the conversation short with his partner and his daughter, letting him know that he would catch them later before making his way over to you, leaning against the bar to the left of you to order a drink. He made eye contact with the other man over your head, smiling as he introduced himself to him. You turned to face Jae, noticing how he winked at you as he held his hand out, his lips forming a smirk as he asked you to talk with him in private to discuss some things. You held back your own smirk, placing your hand gently into his as he grabbed his drink, leading you away from your now confused colleague. He led you to a separate room from the main ballroom, leading you outside to the terrance, still holding your hand. "Do you always whisk away women that you try to partner with from talking with their friends to talk on a random Terrance during their own company party?" you asked, Jae humming as he took a sip of his whisky. "Only the ones I wanna talk to in private without other people interrupting."

You raised an eyebrow at him as he smiled at you, his hand returning to rest on the bottom of your back, pulling you against his chest. "This doesn't seem very professional to me, Mr. Lim." Jae smirked at the tone of your voice, putting his glass down so he can wrap both of his arms around you so you were chest to chest. "I have many female staff; are you going to do this to them as well?" Your eyes were trained on his lip as he leaned down closer to you, his fingers dipping below the opening in your back. "I'll only do this to you, Y/N."

Right before your lips could touch, the doors swung open to show a staff member, you and Jae quickly moving away from one another. Jae cleared his throat as his ears began to heat up, asking what was wrong. His secretary hid his smirk as he mentioned how the party was now dwindling and everyone was making their way home and his car was on the way to take him home. Jae thanked him, shooing him away as he looked at you, hiding his embarrassment. His secretary chuckled, leaving you two alone on the terrace.

You two spoke no words as the cold wind hit you, reminding you that you were outside and had no coat on. You were so wrapped up in Jae and in his arms that you didn't get to feel it. Jae noticed you shiver, moving to remove his coat only to remember he had no shirt on underneath and still had to walk by the many guests to get to his car. He cleared his throat before running a hand through his hair, chuckling awkwardly. "I remembered you mentioning how long it took you to get here from your penthouse." you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around yourself as he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms back around you. "I can, of course, take you home, but my place is closer. You seem so cold, Y/N." He whispered, his hand moving to cup your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek.

You mulled over the options, thinking about it as he stared at you. He wasn't forcing you to stay over at his place, but it would take longer to get home than just going to his. A part of you also wasn't keen on leaving him yet.

"As long as you can keep me warm, I'll come back with you." He nodded, a small smile on his lips, as he hurried to lead you down back to the ballroom where everyone was slowly filing out, everyone still keen on talking with Jae before leaving. You peeled yourself from Jae's side, talking to some staff and colleagues as he talked to some people, occasionally looking back at you to make sure you didn't leave or that anyone wasn't bothering you. You left with him as he made his way outside, helping you get into the backseat of his car before being stopped by the old man with his daughter from earlier. "Tonight was amazing, Mr.Lim, even though at some points you were hard to find." You looked up as the man spoke, making eye contact as his voice hid his annoyance with you taking Jae's attention from him and the daughter he was trying to pin Jae with. Jae noticed the man's tone and his gaze, telling him that he can meet with him later, not saying anything to the daughter as he got in next to you, slamming the door shut.

As you both left the two behind, you felt your noticed how blown up your phone was. You scrolled through and answered emails, Jae raising an eyebrow as he watched you before scoffing. "It's damn near midnight and you're still working?" You raised an eyebrow at his words, showing him the many emails, to which he takes your phone from you. "You can get this back tomorrow. You need a night to just relax"

"Relax? What do you have planned for tonight, Mr. Lim?" you asked, Jae chuckling as he put your phone into his pocket before leaning over, his lips pressed against your ear as his hand rested on your thigh. "I don't think you were satisfied at the party. So, it's my job to satisfy you tonight" You raised an eyebrow at his words, deciding to play along and make him work for it.

You placed your hand over his, moving up your leg to go under the dress to rest on your bare upper thigh, Jae's breath hitching when his fingers touched your underwear, his finger looping underneath the band as he moaned softly. "I still have the pair of panties you left in my jacket from last time, baby. Am I going to start a collection with all the panties you're offering?" he played with the band as he began to kiss your neck and jaw. The drive felt like it was going on forever, Jae removing himself from you when he felt the car slow down.

He pulled back from you, biting his lip as he reached over your lap as he opened the door for you, his hands slowly moving back across your lap as he moved back to open his own door. He helped you out, walking with you up to the elevators, holding your hand as you both went up to the top floor, which was where his penthouse was. It was very minimalistic, the simple colors shocking you. There were pops of color coming from the paintings that were on the walls, along with the cat towers that held four cats. He looked like an everyday man, who just really liked simple art and cats. You laughed softly as a cat tried to jump to a different tower and almost fell, Jae looking up from pouring you water, chuckling. "Enjoying my cats?" He asked, clearly amused as he watched you play with one of them. You nodded, Jae, handing you a glass of water as you both watched the cats. It was a calm moment, despite the teasing in the car just a few moments before.

After a bit, Jae ushered you to the bathroom, letting you know that you could do and use anything you needed. You nodded, turning on the bathtub, putting some bubble solution in and a bath bomb that had some sparkles in it. It was obviously a brand deal gift basket that you had taken the bath items from, laughing internally at the face he probably made when he was given it.

Jae came back in with a towel and a change of clothes for it, noticing you struggling to unite your dress. He softly said "allow me", his fingers moving your hands away as he effortlessly untied the back, his hand moving to touch the open back area, his other hand gently pushing down the dress from your shoulder.

It felt like his fingers were fire; every touch he left on your skin made you feel so alive. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until the dress hit the floor, Jae asking you to step out of it so he could hang it up for you. You nodded, moving out of the dress so he could pick it up, watching as he walked out with the dress, leaving you hot in the bathroom. You sighed, removing your underwear before getting into the bathtub, enjoying the feeling of the warm water soothing your muscles that had become tense from work.

As you laid your head back against the tub, closing your eyes, Jae came back as he leaned against the doorway. He admired how you looked: the bubbles covering your breasts, your eyes closed- you look so relaxed.

"Enjoying the bathtub?" he asked, your eyes opening to meet his before sitting up. "Wanna join me?" Jae smiled at the playfulness in your voice, stripping down before getting into the bathtub so he was right next to you. He sighed as his own muscles relaxed, your hands moving to touch his chest, making him chuckle darkly. "Feeling touchy, baby?"

You didn't bother to say anything, kissing him softly as your hand moved all over his chest. He pulled you closer, pulling you so you were now straddling him, the kiss becoming more intense. Jae chuckled as you ground down onto him, biting your bottom lip as his hips moved to meet yours. You pulled him back into a messy and now needy kiss, Jae now moaning into the kiss as his own hips moved to meet yours.

In a way, it reminded you of two people who were desperate for one another. Like they were at a club and dancing with one another and ended up grinding against one another as they craved the touch of one another but didn't want to leave the loud club. In reality, you were now grinding against Jaebeom in the bathtub, moaning and whining for him like crazy.

Jae listened to you whine and beg for him for a bit longer before he halted your hips, his hands coming down to roughly grip your ass as he pressed himself against you. He looked up at you, his lips hovering over yours as he tried to calm down. He had been thinking of how he wanted to have sex with you since the first time at the restaurant. He wanted to do it a specific way and yet, he was blanking. He let you kiss down his cheek to his jaw and neck, leaving behind many bite marks that he knew he was going to have to get hide tomorrow. He whispered your name until you moved back so he could see your face, Jae now rolling his own hips to meet yours. "Get your ass up here and ride this dick because I can't fucking take it anymore."

You nodded, not hesitating to sink down onto him as he quickly reconnected your lips, moving his hips fast to meet yours as he kept you in the kiss, Jae moaning loudly as his hands gripped your ass to help you move, the water around you splashing around and some spilling over the edge. You whined as he moved down your neck to mark it, your moans now echoing around the bathroom as the water around you both began to spill over and cover you two. "Jaebeom, fuck, goddam you're so big"

"Yeah, can you handle this big cock?" Jae grunted, tossing his head back as you clenched around him before he kisses you again, moaning once more when you tug on his hair. "Gotta stretch you out so you can handle my goddam cock."

You dug your nails into his shoulder, trying to bounce back against his own movements, halting when his rolled to the back of his head. His nails dug into your hips, his chest rising and falling as his head rested on the side of the tub.

He looked so beautiful to you. His wet and now messy hair covered his eyes, his pierced tongue licking his lips as his face showed how in bliss he was. His neck was marked with hickies left by you, adorning his neck and upper chest, along with crescents from your nails digging into his shoulders.

You loved how he said your name as he sat up, his tongue moving to lick your jaw, his hips moving once more as he now went deeper and harder. You wanted to know more about him, you wanted to know him more than just the CEO who was obsessed with you.

"What are your cats names?" You moaned out, Jae pausing momentarily before he chuckled, looking at you as he moved faster, biting and kissing along your collarbone. "My cats? Cake, Pudding, Nora, Pringle, and Kimchi"

Jae was slightly amused by your sudden question about his cats, finding it cute. He picked up the pace as he felt you tighten around him, Jae looking at you as you leaned back. "Are you gonna cum, baby? Are you going to make a mess on me?" He asked, moaning louder as you nodded, his fingers moving down to play with your clit before watching you cum, holding you down onto him as he came with you. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, resting his head on your chest as you both tried to calm down.

You ran your hands through his hair as you kissed his forehead, your skin tingling as you both hold one another. It felt oddly romantic.

As your tried to move away so you could sit next to him, his grip on you tightened, making you look down at him. He looked up at you, his cheeks dusted with a slight blush as he kissed your skin. "Stay with me..like this. Let me hold you baby." You felt your heart skip a beat as Jae kissed around your body, the now lukewarm water not bothering you both as you both held each other in the bathtub.

After a while, Jae let you escape his grasp to dry off and put on the T-shirt Jae had brought for you, Jae putting on boxers before kissing your shoulder, rubbing your back. He seemed so loving at that moment, which made you smile and blush softly. "Do you want something to eat, baby?"

"It depends on what you have. And why do you call me baby so often?'' Jae paused looking through his fridge, turning to look back at you. "Do you want me to stop?"

The atmosphere of the whole place shifted at his question. The once lust-filled atmosphere is now comfortable. It felt like how your own home felt: like you had gotten home after a long hard day and you fell back against your plush sheets.

It felt like home.

Jae felt like home.

You stared more at the man who was holding ramen and some mandu in the other hand. The man with a simple black t-shirt on and plaid pants. The man who wanted to hold you after sex.

The man you wanted.

"No, you can keep calling me baby."

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Sleeping in other places has always been a struggle for you.

When you traveled for events, you always stayed in the same hotel because of the familiarity. You barely ever slept in other people's homes because you could never sleep well.

This was time was, of course, not an exception.

You stayed on your side facing the large window that showed the city all lit up by the moon, Jaebeom's chest against your back as his arm was draped over your waist. While you thought it was cute he wanted to hold you and keep you close, he ran hot.

You tried to move away from him, but Jaebeom either moved closer to you or pulled you back against him. You couldn't move any farther away because you both were now near the edge of the bed. You sighed, trying to carefully remove his arm from you, listening to Jaebeom's soft snores to make sure you didn't wake him.

"Am I smothering you?" You paused mid-holding his arm over your waist, turning back to face Jaebeom who was now slowly opening his eyes. You put his hand down, Jae wrapping it back around you before pulling you close, his breath now hitting your ear as his fingers gently drummed against your stomach. "Can't sleep?'' You nodded, noticing his tired voice as he spoke. He hummed, thinking before saying "Want some water? You feel hot."

"I'm hot because you run hot" you murmured, Jae, chuckling deeply before getting up, going to get you wanted from the kitchen, leaving you in the suddenly cold sheets. You sat up slightly, running your hand threw your hair as he returned with a glass for you. You thanked him, Jaebeom crawling in behind you to rest his hands on your thighs as you drank, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently as he waited for you to finish. When you were done, he took the glass from you, placing it on his nightstand before kissing your cheek. "Better?" you nodded, laying your head back on his shoulder as Jaebeom slowly pulled his hands up your body, slowly massaging your body as he kissed your neck. You glanced at the time, the numbers making you sigh. Jae sighed as well, mumbling softly "it's late, and we both have work tomorrow." He continued kissing your neck though, despite his words.

You sighed dreamily, your hands resting over his as you slowly moved with him so your shirt was slowly pulled up, Jae looking down at the newly exposed skin. He leaned down to kiss your waist and your lower back, fully tossing off your shirt to rest on the floor before kissing up your spine. "For someone who was just complaining about being too hot, you seem eager to get all hot and sweaty," Jae kissed your bare shoulder before tossing off his own shirt, turning your head to now face him, kissing you softly as his hand slowly made his way down into your pants, rubbing you over your underwear. Jae smiled as you moaned into the kiss, Jae pulling back to see your face as he slipped his hand into your underwear, his finger drawing shaped on your clit as he cupped your breast, squeezing it as he moved his fingers faster. You looked so beautiful in the moonlight to him, so pretty like a picture. He rolled his hips into your ass, kissing you again as his fingers moved faster before slipping a finger in.

"So warm, so wet." He murmured, your own hand slipping into his own pants to stroke him slowly, making it his turn to moan into the kiss, his hips moving to meet your hand. He whined as your thumb went over the tip, Jae inserting another finger into you as his thumb played with your clip. He took his time driving you crazy, whispering how beautiful you looked and how good you felt on his fingers before slowly driving you to the edge, kissing you as you both came, sighing into the kiss. Jae slowly removed his fingers from you, licking them clean as you did the same on your hand, staring at one another. Jae took a minute to watch you before kissing you passionately, moving so you were on your back as he continued to kiss you, tearing off his pants along with yours before wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around him.

"Ready for round 2?" he asked through his heavy breaths, you nodding as he slowly pushed in before smirking at you. When you asked him what he was smiling at, he shrugged. "You said you were having trouble sleeping. So, I'm going to fuck you to sleep." He placed a quick kiss on your lips before picking you up, kissing you again.

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The next morning, you woke up to Jaebeom kissing your shoulder, the shower on, and a sweet smell filling your senses.

"The shower is ready for you and I'm making breakfast." he murmured, helping you sit up before returning to the kitchen to finish cooking, leaving you to go shower and get ready for the day. You took a quick shower, noticing a pair of belted pants and a simple white shirt sitting on the bathroom counter. You put them on before going to join Jaebeom, who was wearing an outfit similar to you (a black t-shirt and white pants).

"Ah, I know you have to go to the office so I made you some breakfast and some lunch to go with it," Jae didn't look at you as he slid over the packaged containers, his ears heating up as he bit cleared his throat. You found it cute how he was acting, thanking him before you noticed your phone charged on the counter, filled with messages from your staff asking where you were and if they needed to send a car to come and get you. You assured them that you were ok and were on your way, clearing your throat as Jae grabbed his own work items and car keys. "I'll drop you off at work if you want. I have to go to that side of town for a meeting anyways." You thanked him, following him to his car before getting into the passenger seat, Jae reaching over to put your seatbelt on for you before heading off to your office.

He rested his hand on your thigh, drumming along to the music on the radio as he drove. You noticed the marks from last night were covered, asking him about it, which made him chuckle. "I got some concealer delivered this morning and figured out how to cover it. Did I do a good job?"

You jokingly said no, Jae chuckling as he squeezed your thigh. You smiled at his laugh, your mind going back to last night. He seemed so gentle with you and so loving with you.

It wasn't hard for you to realize that you had caught some feelings for the man who was driving right now, which made you wonder if he felt the same way.

When he pulled into the office, you both didn't move at first. The drive had felt so fast compared to the drive to his apartment. You cleared your throat before reaching down to pick up the food, Jae turning off the car before picking up the food before you could.

When you asked him what he was doing, he shrugged as he exited the car. "I'm going to be a gentleman and help you take these into your office as you already have to carry your purse."

He said it in a way that let you know that if you told him not to, he would listen. You didn't want to let go of him though, agreeing before closing the car door behind him. He walked with you to your office, ignoring the looks of your many staff members at seeing you two together. You were happy to reach the seclusion of your office, Jae placing the containers down onto the desk before checking his watch. "Alright, I gotta go. I have a meeting with a stylist." You thanked him, hugging him before walking him to the door, only for Jae to stop you from opening the door, leaning over to poke his cheek. When you raised an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Cheek kiss?" You chuckled at his roundabout way of asking for a goodbye kiss, kissing his cheek softly before telling him to hurry to his meet, Jae nodding before leaving. You bit your bottom lip before going back to your desk, opening one of the breakfast containers to see rice, eggs, and sausage. You smiled, sitting down to eat as your secretary came in, an obvious smile on their face.

"You have a meeting at 11 with our skin care team. I'll leave you alone to enjoy your breakfast from Mr. Lim." You didn't say anything as they walked out, only smiling at the taste of the food, before glancing at a text from your phone.

CEO Lim Jaebeom: Enjoy the food, beautiful. If you want, I can cook dinner for you too.

CEO Lim Jaebeom: Swing by my place tonight. You know where it is ;)

Y/N: You do know that I'll be expecting something delicious for taking me from going straight home, right?

CEO Lim Jaebeom: I'm a pretty good chef if I do say so, myself.

CEO Lim Jaebeom: I'll let you judge that tonight over steaks and wine. If it's not up to par, you know I'll go the distance to satisfy you.

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Forgive and Forget | Mark Tuan (MafiaAU!) Imagine

Pairing: Mafia!Mark Tuan x Wife!Reader; Mafia Boss!Lim Jaebeom X Sister!Reader

Requested by anon: haii, i saw that your request is open!! i want a request with mafia!mark tuan x wife!reader. mark and your jayb are known have died being killed by the other group. unknownly you're having a child years later, and when the other group saw you both, they wanted to kill both of you. suprisingly, you were saving by got7. you were mad at them being shadows and hide themselves from you for years especially mark and your brother. so, (especially) mark and the others regaining your trust back and want to be a dad in your child live, you're slowly trust him and got7 again (maybe there's an incident or something that mark almost being killed cause he saved you and/or child(?)). thank you^^

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2,960 words

Warnings: violence, mafia, kidnapping, death threats, implied torture, blood, bruises, etc.

A/n: the urge to turn this into a miniseries was deep, but i couldn't do that given i'm already in the midst of attempting to plan one and putting the Ghost!YoungK on the backburner for a bit. hopefully you like this! for the record, yes, i got the child's name from pachinko by minjin lee. please go read that masterpiece.

Tunes: [Playlist] Life is a Book by ethereal

“Isak!” you called out, setting down a plate on the dining table. “Dinner’s ready!”

Still in your work clothes, you sat down at the dining table, watching as your six year old son slid into his chair happily digging into his meal. His dark locks bounced as he danced as he ate. He looked identical to his father - a father he would only ever meet through the few photographs you had managed to keep from the early years of your relationship…before everything went to shit.

You felt an irrational amount of anger towards your brother as you recalled how he had been the one to offer the job to Mark under the promise that it would help him provide for the two of you. After all, “nothing bad will come out of it when it’s all of us together.”

God you wished you could puns your brother in the face for the boldfaced lie he’d told.

Not that it would make any difference. Both Jaebeom and Mark were dead. The consequence of their growing greed and name having put them on top of just about every other mob’s hitlist. Bring them down and they get the monopoly back. Simple as that. 

Even it meant the other mobs had an excessive number of lives on their hands. It wouldn’t be something new to them either way. Not even with the knowledge that they were taking away a brother and husband of a woman who was unknowingly pregnant with her and her husband’s first child. None of that would matter to any crime organization’s decision to make someone ‘disappear.’

“Mom?” you heard Isak call out, halting all of your thoughts.

“Yes Baby?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Your brows furrowed at his question - especially after he’d been so happy eating his meal.

( Not to mention that it was out of the ordinary for him to ask to sleep with you. He hadn’t asked to sleep with you in nearly three years. )

A soft smile made its way onto your face and you reached out rubbing his cheek gently. “Of course, Darling.”

He smiled at you and continued eating quietly, although no longer dancing. The two of you finished dinner not long after and cleared up. Isak lingered by your side the entire time you washed the dishes. You weren’t entirely sure what had transpired in his little mind during the short time from when he start eating to when he asked you the question, and you certainly weren’t aware of what was going on in his little head at the moment as he clung to your side as if you would leave him and never come back.

“Is something wrong Isak?” you asked, setting the final dish aside to dry. 

Isak looked up at you with his big, round eyes. You could tell there was something he wanted to say but didn’t actually  want to say for whatever reason.

“Do you not want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, looking down at the floor. Without saying a word, you took your hand and ruffled his hair lovingly, hoping it would provide some silent comfort. Clearly Isak didn’t want to talk about it and you didn’t want to force him to talk. So you’d wait it out for a bit.

“Whenever you’re ready you can tell me okay?”

You got a small nod before he hugged your waist as best as he could. Hugging him back, you crouched down and picked him up with a huff, holding him as tightly as you could for a few minutes before setting him back down. When did your little boy get so big?

“Why don’t we watch a movie before going to bed?”

~~~~

You sat up in your bed with a start hearing rustling down the hall in the living room of your home. Isak was still sound asleep beside you, cuddled closely into your side. Moving as quiet as you could, you got out of bed, inching towards the bedroom door avoiding the creaky floorboards you could remember in your sleepy state. As you reached the door, you heard a floorboard creek on the other side of the door. Panic and fear filled you as you pressed your body forcefully against the door, just as whoever was on the other side attempted to open it.

“They’re in here!” a man’s voice yelled, waking Isak with a start who instantly looked in your direction eyes wide.

“Mom?”

Hide. you mouthed, pushing all of your weight against the door, jolting as the men pushed against the door. HIDE!

Isak’s eyes filled with tears as he slid out of the bed and walked in your direction initially before you shooed him away motioning to the closet. You knew that he knew about the crawl space that was pretty hard to find if you didn’t know it was there - it was his favorite hiding space after all. He didn’t get a chance to get to the closet before the door burst open, your frame practically going flying from the force used to break it open.

Frozen in fear, his little eyes widened as he saw the four burly looking men enter the room. Two immediately went to grab you, covering your mouth preventing you from screaming. A third went to him, reaching to grab him a sickly sweet tone being used as he spoke. Running past the man, Isak made a break for the master bathroom, only to be grabbed by the fourth man, a scream echoing throughout the room as the man’s hands gripped him tightly. You pulled and flailed from the two men holding you, instinct telling you to get to your son - all to no avail.

“So our intel was right,” another voice spoke from behind you before another man entered the room crouching down in front of you. “The son of bitch does have a little sister.”

“And a nephew,” the fourth man added, covering Isak’s mouth before yelping as he bit the man’s fingers.

In his captor’s distraction, Isak ran to you not paying any mind to the two men holding you.

“And a nephew…” the fifth man repeated, eyes trained on the little boy. “This will certainly make things interesting.”

~~~

Mark lunged himself at the man tied in the chair before him, “You pathetic piece of shit! How could you?!”

Jaebeom pinched the bridge of his nose, “What exactly did you tell them?” he asked the man as calmly as he could, not paying Mark any mind.

The man gulped, looking at Mark before flicking his gaze to his boss, “They threatened me.”

“SO YOU DRAG INNOCENT PEOPLE INTO IT?!” Mark yelled, landing a punch on the man’s face, the force alone knocking the chair to the ground, the man along with it.

Yugyeom and Youngjae watched, unsure of whether or not to intervene. Jinyoung sat at a chair looking at the photographs they’d been mailed. The dirtied and bruised figures of your son and you making him sick. How had they let it go this far?

“Mark,” Jaebeom barked. “That’s enough.”

Mark turned, rage alight in his eyes, “Enough? I don’t think so. Your sister, my wife, and our child have been kidnapped and are about to be killed because of this…pathetic,” a kick to the man’s side, “piece,” another kick, “of shit.”

A door opened and in came Jackson and BamBam, their faces void of any emotion. Jaebeom looked away from Mark momentarily.

“Anyone else working with him?”

Jackson shook his head, “He went rogue on this one. Bold move if you ask me.”

“Any idea on where they could be being held?”

Bambam shook his head, “Not yet. My squad’s still looking.”

Jaebeom turned back to his brother-in-law, walking up to where the man was still kicking the mole. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he pulled him back, crouching down before the battered man.

“You have three tries to tell me where they are,” Jaebeom spoke, far too calm for someone who had just been betrayed by one of his men. “If you even think about lying to me, I’ll riddle your body with so many bullets that no one will recognize your body once it’s found - if it’s ever found.” Without even waiting for a response, Jaebeom grabbed his handgun, placing it on the man’s thigh and firing it, “Better start talking.”

~~~

Your hands held Isak close to your bruised and bloodied body. One thing you were thankful for was the lack of light in the room as it provided you a way to hide the many injuries that had been inflicted onto you from your son, even if the groans and radiating pain intensified whenever he cuddled you. Little whimpers fell from his lips as he cried into your dirtied shirt.

Your heart broke as you shushed him, rubbing your hands along his back and hair, attempting to comfort him as best as you could in your state. Tears filled your own eyes as you took in the reality of the situation you were in - along with all the information you’d found out during the many hours of ‘interrogations’ you were put through by whoever this group was.

Jaebeom, your brother -whom you swore you saw gunned down right before your eyes - was alive.

Mark was alive.

Those two lying sons of bitches were alive and had let you live the past six, seven years of your life believing they had been killed.

And here you were being questioned about their location.

How the fuck would you, of all people, know?

Isak’s soft cries turned into sniffles as he fell asleep, your own eyes growing tired, both from the torture you’d endured and the past few… How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? No. Not weeks. You’d be dead if it had been weeks.

Letting your mind rest, you fell into a light sleep, unsure of what your and Isak’s futures held.

~~~

Much like the night of your abductions, you awoke with a start - so did Isak - as the sound of gunfire and shouts rang out throughout the building you were in. Isak clung to you whimpering as he hid his face in your shirt. You did your best to wrap your body around him - a weak attempt at shielding his small body, giving him even the tiniest sliver of a chance a t surviving whatever it was that was going on out there. You shook as you tried to get him to quiet as his whimpers grew louder as the gunfire drew nearer.

All too soon, the gunfire stopped just as footsteps were barely heard stopping in front of the door to the room you were in. Thuds followed which you could only assume was someone making an attempt at breaking down the door, something you weren’t really you wanted to happen. It could be the police finally having been notified of you and your son’s sudden disappearance - but no one in this world was stupid enough to leave traces of that - or it could be yet another mob wanting their final taste of revenge on GOT7.

Either way, you were scared shitless for you and your son.

Then you heard him. The sound of his voice calling your name over and over again from the other side of the door.

“Mark,” you whispered. “Mark!”

Isak stopped crying looking at you strangely, before calling out the name you had just said realizing that you were far too quiet to be heard - genuinely afraid that whoever was there would leave if either of you didn’t respond, clearly they were there to help you if they sounded worried, right?

“Mark!” he shouted, his tiny voice still rough from the tears he’d shed. “Mark!”

The thudding got more and more frantic and frequent before a few more names were said, presumably more help - and the thudding was stronger until the door finally caved and in rushed one man before anyone else falling beside you.

“My love,” he whispered, taking you into his arms, choking up at the sight of you. He turned his attention to the little boy who was clearly trying to decide whether or not this ‘Mark’ was actually safe. It didn’t take long as he soon recognized the man’s face from the many pictures you’d shown him.

“Daddy?”

Mark let out a breath between a laugh and sob, as he cradled your body reaching out to touch his son’s face.

“Yeah, I’m your Dad.”

~~~

As you sat on the bed in the infirmity you avoided all eye contact with Mark and Jaebeom. Having saved you or not, they were not in your graces.

“We know it wasn’t right, but we had no other choice but to disappear in order to-”

“You didn’t disappear,” you snapped. “You faked your deaths and left me with six, almost seven years of grief. Not to mention having to raise our child by myself thinking you were dead and he was never going to know who you were.”

The last part was clearly directed at Mark, who winced at your words.

“I know it wasn’t right,” Jaebeom continued crouching down before you. “And I’m sorry that my decision brought so much pain and agony to you. But at the end of the day, I made the decision that would give me and my men the best chance at survival. The choice that would allow you to stay out of all of this mess. Clearly that wasn’t the case, but I don’t regret it.”

You looked away, tears welling in your eyes. You wanted to be selfish and hate both of them, hate your brother for everything, but you couldn’t. You knew he was capable of making the most gut wrenching decisions if it meant keeping the people he cared about safe and out of harm’s way, even if it brought pain in the process - at least they would be alive.

Jaebeom rose to his feet, “I think the two of you need to talk some more, I’ll go check on…Isak?”

He was clearly unsure of the way the name rolled off his tongue but smiled as he remembered the little mannerisms that the small boy had shown as he was treated by the mob’s doctors.

As soon as Jaebeom left the room, Mark took a step closer to the bed before sitting down after you didn’t move away.

“He looks a lot like me,” he commented, figuring you might be more willing to talk if it started off with your son.

“Acts like you sometimes too,” you add, cracking a tiny smile. “You have no idea how difficult it is to see him everyday. It’s like being haunted by your ghost.”

Mark nodded, in understanding. He couldn’t take away or undo anything that had happened. But he knew he could maybe change things for the better now…if you let him that is. Seven years was a long time.

“Listen,” he began, turning to face you. “I’m not going to ask you to forgive. What I did and went along with is not forgivable. I have hurt the two of you in ways I can’t even begin to imagine. But I need you to know that I’m extremely sorry for that. That, if given the chance, I would take it all back and rewind the clock.”

“Mark-”

“Let me be in his life. I don’t care if you want a divorce after all of this. If you don’t want to ever see my face again. But please, please, let me in my - our - son’s life.”

You looked at him for a few minutes, not saying a single word. Despite not allowing them to fall, tears were welling on his eyes, threatening to spill over his waterline.

“I think he’d like that a lot,” you finally said, looking away. “Just, keep him out of all of this.”

“I promise!” he said without a single ounce of hesitation. “I swear I won’t allow anyone to rub a single hair on his head in the wrong direction.”

You smiled weakly, biting your lip, “As for me, just…just give me some time. It’s a lot.”

Mark cocked his head to the side. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through right now, all because of him. The very man who had vowed to never hurt you all those years ago.

“Of course.”

You went to say something when the sound of Isak’s voice filled your ears as he called for you rushing towards where you were on the bed, Jaebeom right behind him.

“Mommy, he said he’s your big brother!” he giggled, bouncing up and down his hands on your knees, as he pointed at Jaebeom. “He’s my uncle right?”

You smiled, running your hand over his reddened cheek - he must’ve been having fun with Jackson who had been tasked with distracting him while you were being examined - and nodded.

“Yeah. He’s your uncle. My big brother.”

Jaebeom smiled slightly at you as you finally looked him in the eye, “Do you want to go see your room?”

Your brows furrowed at his words before Isak pushed away from you and ran after Jaebeom who was already out the door.

“His room?” you asked, looking at Mark.

Mark scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah…Jaebeom and I think it’s best if you live here for a while. With him. Just until things settle down. I personally don’t want you going back to the house alone after what happened.”

You nodded, it would take some getting used to that’s for sure, but maybe you’d be able to move past it all quickly. Forgive and forget everything as best as you could. After all, you had them back. You finally had your family back.

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mark best friend headcanons <3

a/n: posting this for the lovely anon who requested it ! mark is just such a sweetie pie but also So Real and i adore him !! throwback to when i saw him in dallas and he sang the chorus of "one in a million" to me while mimicking my dance moves :,,,,,,,,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!mark x gn!reader | requests: open

he is the kind of best friend who is your one-stop shop for all things entertainment and peace

it's very normal for y'all to sit in comfortable silence for HOURS and vibe with each other

he'll look up from his phone to ask "you hungry?"

if you are, he is getting up to bring over your favorite snack or ordering delivery for y'all's favorite takeout place

you'll both also speak up to share a funny video/meme with each other

tbh i see him living for bestie binge watching sessions for movies/shows/videos

like he loves lounging on the couch with you and reacting to the content together and potentially napping

if you fall asleep he WILL take funny photos of you

and then make sure you have a blanket over you or aren't lying down in a position that'll hurt your neck or back

if you like to game, he ABSOLUTELY loves gaming with you

if that's not really your thing, he'd love to have you in the room with him, making conversation with him while he plays

i can so clearly see him having a full-on conversation with you and then just screaming at the screen because he fucked up and then immediately going back to the conversation like nothing happened

and it happens so regularly that you don't even notice it anymore LOL

please call him ultra cute nicknames and pet names

standard is "markie poo" but if the mood is right you can take it to the "floofy snugglebug sweetie pie bubblegum angel face darling" level

he'll tell you to shutup

but he'll giggle and smile while he's saying it

he thinks it is dumb and ridiculous and he loves you so much so he's enjoying it fully !!!

sometimes he'll repeat the over-the-top nicknames to you in a mocking/childish tone

and you'll both get caught in a giggling fit until you're completely nonsensical and crying and out of breath

mark just appreciates that you can be silly with each other like it makes him feel at ease <3

he gives really good hugs

like the kind where he holds you so sweetly and comfortingly that you can let all your stress and worries fall away

if you're anxious, sad, crying, frustrated, etc, his hugs will cure everything

and if you're celebrating something or seeing each other after a long time, he'll squeeze you extra tight because he's so !!!!! happy !!!! with you !!!!

he's seriously so sweet and caring

he's always happy to be a refuge for you, and he's never mad at distracting you from what's getting you down

he'll notice when you're feeling low, and, because he knows you so well, he will immediately pull out whatever jokes, voices, dances, stories, etc that will make you feel better

he will also be able to sense when the kind of comfort you need is having a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or a quiet safe space

mark is super receptive when you need to clarify what you need/want too like he's changing it up right away because he wants to be the best version of himself for you because that's the kind of best friend you deserve <333

when he needs comfort, he isn't always the most vocal, but, because you know him so well, you can also sense when he's feeling down, anxious, etc

and he loves that he can lean on you without having to explain himself. he'll open up to you because he wants to, but he takes his time because he's secure in your support

once he's ready to open up, he's always going to you first. he wants to run his thoughts and worries by you because he knows that you'll Get It and he loves you so much for that

honestly the same goes for good things too he just wants you to know everything right away <3

he's so grateful to you !!!!

the type of best friend to show you off

he's hanging out with other friends ??? he's telling them fun stories about you, showing off amazing pictures he took of you, bragging about your recent accomplishments, and overall gloating about how he has the best bestie in the WORLD

loves telling you stupid jokes too omfg this boy probably hits you with puns or dad jokes and has the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face

cue the cute mark giggles <33333

definitely likes to do ridiculous things with you too

like weird tiktok food trends ??? sorry you are legally obligated to try them all with mark in one afternoon because you are his partner in crime !!!

will play any and all (harmless) pranks on you

he's so comfortable with you that he likes to act like a carefree child because you make him feel as though he has no worries

and he LIVES for your laugh/enjoyment like nothing fills his heart quite like seeing you happy

to him, your friendship is home. he feels so at ease with you and wants to make you as comfortable and secure as he possibly can

mark is the best friend who becomes your safe space. he'll keep you happy and entertained, while also being there whenever things get heavy or serious.

he's there for you through it all because you make him feel so grounded and protected just by existing with him <3

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[markie-baby]

Teaser | Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️

"How am I supposed to tell yah?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,

Nobody gets me like you.

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you,

Nobody gets me, you do..."

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you were to learn on your one year anniversary; that your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.

Warnings - cursing, explicit sex Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Genre- smut, idol! got7, female! reader, black! reader Length- she super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.

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[blu-joons]

When You Take Him Bra Shopping ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

Your eyes glanced behind you, sniggering at how far away Mark was stood from you as you started looking around the aisle.

“Why are you there?” You chuckled, beckoning Mark over to stand beside you instead.

“Where am I allowed to stand?” He asked you with a shrug, taking a few small steps closer towards you.

“What do you mean allowed?”

Mark’s eyes narrowed on you as you began to pick up a couple of the bras that you liked. “I don’t know what you’re supposed to do as the boyfriend. Do I act like I’m not interested or act like I’m too invested?”

“There aren’t any rules for what you need to do, it’s just shopping, like we usually do together.”

“It’s not just shopping,” he sighed.

You could only laugh as Mark corrected you, “the only reason that this is awkward is because you’re making it awkward.”

“I feel awkward Y/N,” he laughed, tilting his head back, “I’ve never been surrounded by so many bras before.”

“Just keep watching me then you’ll be just fine.”

Jay B:

You continued to stare across at Jaebum, after calling his name, you were met with silence, his eyes staring downwards too.

“Earth to Jaebum,” you groaned, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He asked, voice faltering as he looked across at you, becoming shy as soon as he looked at your hand.

“I asked what you thought of this?”

For the briefest second Jaebum looked to what you were holding before looking away again. “Yeah…very nice,” he told you, his voice still letting you know just how shy he was to be shopping with you.

“I have never seen you like this before, is this just because we’re shopping for bras?”

“It feels strange,” he finally admitted.

Your smile widened as he timidly looked to you once again, “just take one proper look, if you like it, we can go.”

“I looked the first time,” Jaebum cried out, “but yes, I like it. Can we please just hurry up and get out of here now?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll grab my size and then I can pay.”

Jackson:

You were taken aback by the confidence that Jackson had as you walked down the aisle with the bras, almost as if he wanted to be there.

“Shall I just stand back and let you decide?” You teased as he quickly browsed around.

“We’re here for you,” Jackson smiled, taking a step back so that you could take a look and get a bit of an idea.

“You seem like you’re here for you.”

A slight chuckle came from Jackson as you looked knowingly across at him. “I might be enjoying the fact that we’re shopping for bras a little bit, but that’s only because I’m excited to see what they look like on you.”

“You know that I’m not trying them on here, don’t you? You’ll have to wait until we get home.”

“Are we going home after this?” He laughed.

Your eyes rolled as an arm wrapped around your waist, “I’m beginning to think that bringing you here was a bad idea.”

“I’m just excited,” Jackson defended, “it’s not every day that you get to go home knowing your girlfriend will have a new bra.”

“I so wish that you could hear yourself right now.”

Jinyoung:

A shake of the head came from Jinyoung as you began to lead him across to where the bras were, digging his heels into the ground.

“Why have you stopped? Come on,” you told him, but he remained stubborn.

“You can go and get a bra if you want to, I think I’ll just wait outside,” he told you, noticing some benches further down.

“You’re not embarrassed to go in, are you?”

Jinyoung’s head carried on shaking as he puffed his shoulders out. “I’m not embarrassed, I just think that’s a place that you should shop by yourself. You can pick one out and surprise me with it back at home.”

“You’ve always been a terrible liar; I can tell just in your voice that you’re nervous Jinyoung.”

“No, I’m not,” he stuttered in reply.

You couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes pleaded with you, “I’ll be quick, and then we can go somewhere you want to go.”

“All I want to go is home, especially if you’re dragging me in here,” you joked, “what if someone recognises me?”

“I’m sure they’ll love the fact that you’re shopping with me.”

Youngjae:

Your hand poked against Youngjae’s side as you passed him by to explore the other end of the aisle where all the bras were hung.

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else but here,” you quickly teased.

“You’re spot on,” he gently laughed, making sure that he looked nowhere else but at you, “it all just feels a bit awkward.”

“What’s wrong with shopping with me?”

Youngjae’s head shook as you smiled at how frantic he became at your question. “Nothing, it’s just I’ve never been down a bra aisle before, can I look? Or will people think I’m dodgy? Do I look shy if I look away?”

“Just do whatever comes naturally to you, there’s no right way when it comes to bra shopping.”

“You make it sound so easy,” he mumbled.

Your head shook, walking across to where Youngjae was stood, “why don’t you help me decide so that we can get out of here?”

“Anything to hurry this process up,” Youngjae chuckled, relaxing beside you, “all I have to do is help you choose, right?”

“Exactly, just say yes or no, that’s all you have to do.”

BamBam:

Your head shook in disbelief as you led BamBam down the aisle where the bras were, watching his hands pick up several.

“I told you that I was shopping for a bra, that’s just one,” you swiftly reminded him.

“But all of these would look so nice,” he proudly smiled, holding up the selection that he had hurried to pick out for you.

“It’s my decision what I buy, not yours.”

BamBam’s head shook back at you, “I’ll have you know that the bra that you pick will influence me too. Some colours look better than others, and if you want my opinion, lace is always best with a bra Y/N.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion at all, but you seem to keep giving it to me Bam.”

“Alright, I’ll narrow it down,” he told you.

Your eyes rolled as he still held up a couple of bras, “I told you that I was just buying one, you’ve got several there.”

“What about if I buy you a couple?” BamBam offered, “that way you get what you want, and I get what I want too.”

“I never knew you’d be such a pain to go bra shopping with.”

Yugyeom:

Your smile was wide at the flustered figure beside you as you led Yugyeom down the aisle of bras, taking a good look around.

“Is there one that you like?” you asked him, trying your best to get Yugyeom to pay attention.

“Any,” Yugyeom told you, not really engaging with what you were doing at all, “I mean they’re all just bras at the end of the day.”

“I’ve got to make sure that it’s the right one.”

A quiet sigh came from Yugyeom, “why isn’t it just as easy as being able to pick up the bra you like, taking it to the checkout and getting out of this place? What’s with all of the debates and the decisions?”

“It’s not as easy as that, I’ve got to make sure it’s the right shape, size, fit, it’s all important.”

“Can we just hurry up?” Yugyeom pleaded.

You couldn’t help but smile as Yugyeom’s eyes looked away from you. “I brought you here to get your opinion too.”

“Just get whatever one you want,” Yugyeom assured you, “whatever one that you like then I’m sure that I’ll like it too.”

“It’s a bra Yugyeom, I need to make sure that you like it too.”

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[melikeygot7]

DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:

(NSFW below, minors please do not read, i am not responsible for your media consumption nor do i condone it.)

“Aish, so noisy this morning.”

If Jaebeom had whispered that in your ear twenty minutes ago you’d would’ve thought he was talking about the hammering, thunderous sound of rain hitting the roof above you and the glass panes of the window to the left of you. The rain often wakes the two of you up in the wet season if your alarms or the cats don’t first, and it’s a nice, oddly calming way to wake up.

But you know that he’s not talking about the rain at all, in fact, he’s talking about the noises your making.

The ones you’re making because of the way he shoves his hips into yours, his thick cock splitting you open over and over. He’s so hard, and rough and deep it’s hard not to make noise, in your defence. He’s got you face down in your shared bed, your cheek smushed to the soft cotton of his pillow and your cunt dripping onto his side of the bed, his breathy voice hot against your ear and neck.

“You’re gonna’ wake the neighbours baby,” he murmurs, followed by a deep, guttural moan when you clench down on him, “gonna’ get another noise complaint.”

You don’t care, how the fuck could you?

He’s pressing you down, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped under your chest and pinning your arms against yourself, his face pressed to your neck and fucking you so deep you could swear you feel him touching your teeth. He’s drunk on you, drooling onto you and half saying words before giving up on them to focus on you, but you know they, the neighbours who makes those complaints, will never understand how it feels to have him like this.

They’ll never understand how it feels to have him, pussy drunk and diamond hard inside of you, stretching you out and fucking you full, or how it feels to have him whining into your ear or kissing your lips when he comes because no one but you has ever, or will ever, know what it’s like to have him like this.

Because everything you like about fucking, the closeness, him, his girthy cock, the security, the dominance that’s so interwound with care and love, his voice in your ear and his heartbeat so close to touching yours, is happening in this moment, and all those other moments that have earned you other complaints. And it’s happening because he’s taken the time to learn you, to learn how to fuck you to make you loud enough to wake two floors of neighbours.

He’s taken the time, put in the effort and cares enough to make sure that every time you two fuck, it’s exactly, exactly, how you like it.

You’re grunting because of the force and depth, you’re crying out because of the stretch, you’re shuddering because he’s got a stray finger brushing your clit and you’re moaning because you fucking love him.

Because he deserves to hear those noises, to revel in your moans and screams and sobs and whines because he’s earned them, they’re because of him.

You turn your head, mouthing at his jaw and nose pressing to the short cropped hair right above and in front of his ear, your eyes closed, desperate to have him know that this? You? Everything you do, like doing his laundry, eating the food he cooks even if it’s something you’ve never had before, listening to hours of new/unreleased/half finished music so he can have your opinion, rubbing his back out before and after concerts and practices, and letting him hammer his cock inside and letting him fill you with searing ropes of come is all because you love him, truly and dearly, love him.

“Love you,” you try to say, but it comes out in harsh, breathy grunts and you pair it with squeezes around his throbbing dick, knowing he’s on the precipice of a mind melting orgasm by the way his whimpering and moaning your name and knowing even better, that he comes the hardest when you tell him how you feel, “feel so good, so thick Beommie, so full, love you so much Beommie’.”

“Oh baby,” he quietly cries out, voice so similar to when he reaches those high notes in his music, your cute pet name for him his favourite thing to hear when your voice is as breathless as it is right now, “fuckin’ love you, love this pussy, my pussy, oh god-“

He comes and comes, shaking and shuddering against your back and grunting and panting like a dog against your neck, high pitched whines and the slow but harsh grind of his hips against the plush flesh of your ass as he uses your soppy cunt to completion is not enough to get you over the edge too, but you’re happy to give him a few minutes before you roll him over to take what you deserve.

He’s murmuring against your skin and kissing over the side of your face he can get to, worshipping you in the best way he can as his limbs grow fuzzy and his brain melts. You let him kiss at your skin as he pulls out, feeling the swarm of warmth peel down your inner thighs and clit and eyes rolling closed at that sensation.

“My pretty girl,” he whispers against the back of your neck, trailing down the curve of your spine as his arms leave your chest and his hands find purchase against the fat of your ass, rolling and squeezing at your skin, “love my pretty girl, let’s me do whatever I want to her cause’ she loves me.”

You sigh, rolling your neck and arching your back when you feel his warm breath wash lower and lower down your back, a little grin spreading your lips when you realise not only what he’s about to do to you, but also because he knows why this is all happening.

Repayment for using your body however he likes is often repaid in an hour long session of him mouthing and sucking and licking at your come filled pussy until you pass out or cry if he hadn’t made you come during. And sometimes, you’d hold off on letting yourself come when he was inside of you just so you could feel his tongue lap out his own come out of your cunt.

And sometimes, he did it just because he could, because you’re his as much as he is yours and sometimes he did it purely because that was the end goal in the first place, and filling you with his come first was just an added bonus.

And you weren’t one to deny him that what he wanted to do to your body, it rarely, if ever, ended in disappointment on your end.

“Love you,” he whispers and kisses into the small of your back, resting his cheek on your back and drawing circles over the red patches of skin his hips left on yours with one hand and trailing the other down to swirl in the mess of come on the highest part of your inner thighs, “love my baby.”

The rains still pouring, still making noise even if you aren’t anymore and you suppose it’ll continue to hammer down when he gets his mouth on you in a few minutes but you watch the rain hit the glass of the window and listen to it plunder against your roof and sigh, because despite the rain being loud, you know there’ll be another noise notice on your door in the morning because you’ve been louder. But it’ll probably just join the other three in your recycling bin, and you’re pretty sure there’ll be another one joining it in a few days, and a few days after that one there’ll probably be another.

Your neighbours just don’t understand what it’s like to be in bed with Lim Jaebeom, and nobody but you ever will.

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[spacequokka]

MK.one

Prompt: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

You were vaguely aware of a door shutting. Bright light flicked on, followed by a gasp. “_____?”

“Ugh?” You responded to the call of your name even though you were half-asleep.

Brief silence, and then, “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” That voice. Your eyes popped open, and you looked over your bare shoulder at Mark. Phone in one hand, backpack in the other. Eyes as wide as yours.

“Yugyeom said you wouldn’t be home until after lunch and that I could crash here.” A pulse of pain made you drop your head back onto the pillow. “Could you kill the light, please?”

The room went dark again, though sunlight lined the heavy curtain over the window. There was shuffling in the dark as Mark presumably made his way around.

“It is after lunch,” he sighed. “But you can stay as long as you’d like.”

Tension drained from your body as sleep settled over you. “Thank you,” you sighed.

The bed dipped beside you as the pillow next to yours shifted. “No problem. You good with me here? I’ll be good.”

“Of course.”

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[multiphandomunnies]

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it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

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bambam

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