*this part contains suggestive content and allusions to s3x although no explicit smut. discretion is advised *

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"Goal!," the announcer blares once again, the fifth time for the Gators that night. You get up to cheer again, markedly less energetically than you did the last four times, but you're a supportive girlfriend nonetheless.

Mark isn't the one who scores this time, but you catch his kisses anyways. There's only a few seconds left on the clock, so it's a sure victory for Seoul University. Disgruntled fans of the opposing team are already trickling out of the stadium and you start to make your way to the staircase leading down to the ice.

"I'm gonna go to Mark," you shout over the roar of the crowd after the buzzer indicates the end of the game.

"Go, go!".

You flash a smile towards your friends before skipping down the bleacher steps towards the rink. Mark seems to have the same idea because he's already left the victory huddle and he's waiting for you by the opening in the plexiglass wall. Pulling his helmet up to reveal his beaming smile, he tosses it aside just in time to catch you in his embrace.

You don't even mind he's drenched in sweat - in a few ways, it's kind of doing it for you - as he spins you around in the air. It's a move you've been practicing, actually, and you're quite proud of how he's executing it at the moment. Mark pants heavily from the exhausting game, his hair spiked with moisture. You can't get enough of it.

You mind the stares and aw's of the hundreds of onlookers a little more than him, conscious about their judgement, but you could admit that you feel a tiny bit of satisfaction. It's your main character moment so you get to enjoy it.

None of it really matters when you grip onto the back of Mark's neck, smiling up at him before bringing him in for a long-awaited real kiss. From the side, you pick up on the teasing cries of his teammates, but Mark just smiles against your lips and pulls you even closer.

"You did so good," you gush when he finally puts you down, although your arms are still around his neck.

"Only because you came". You had almost forgotten about your cheesy get-up until you feel his eyes wander oddly around your cheeks.

"Oh, this is...," you blush, the embarrassment catching up to you, "I thought you would like...,".

"Fuck, y/n," his lashes flutter as his eyes peer hooded down at yours, "you're so beautiful".

Mark pulls you in by the waist and kisses you deeply, much deeper than the last having caught his breath a little. You move your lips against his, feeling like you could fly from the sensation. His sweat runs slick between your fingertips as you card your hands through his hair the way he likes, tugging at the longer strands by the base of his neck.

If someone told you that you would be making out with the most popular boy on campus in public with a bunch of people around, you would've dialed 119 for emergency therapeutic care. But now, when you're with him, everyone else doesn't matter.

"And this". The junior captain plays with the drawstrings of your hooded jacket, his hand making its way to rub along the embroidered lettering across your back. Mark has a new expression, one you haven't quite seen before: his lips purse slightly open before taking the bottom slightly between his teeth. Hungry brown eyes scan up and down your simple outfit, as you would describe. How Mark is describing it in his head is a bit different.

"Oi, simp!," a shrill voice calls out. You'd been in such a trance that you didn't notice most of the people who filled the bleachers have already left.

"Fuck you want, man?" Mark shouts back. Much to his disappointment, you remove your arms from around him.

"You've been kissing for ages, we get it, you love each other". Haechan is half out of his uniform, the bulk of his hockey pants and skates looking funny against his plain black tee. Skating around backwards, he flashes a middle finger to the older boy. "But when you're done eating each other, coach needs to talk to you about today's game. Don't make him wait until y'all have your second child".

"I swear to God," Mark hisses, reaching down and throwing his helmet at the sophomore, (unfortunately) narrowly missing.

"It's okay, Mark," you reassure before the two break out into yet another fight, "I'll meet you after at the super secret celebration?".

"We'll meet after at the super secret celebration," Mark confirms with a final peck to your cheek.

It's only when he's skated away to beat Haechan and you're halfway down the hall that you realize you smell like a zoo.

...

The super secret celebration isn't so super secret that it's just the two of you, although you wouldn't mind having it that way one bit, but you're content with the small gathering of your closest friends in the Lee's suite. Even Yuna got to come, although only over call. You wonder if she's talking about more details on the case with Ten as he locks himself in his room, excusing himself to talk to her alone.

Mark had suggested they all have a casual movie night instead of going to Yangyang's victory party and you greatly appreciated the notion, bitterly remembering the disaster that happened last time. The rest of the boys thankfully didn't seem to mind. They joke around 99 percent of the time, but they know when to be serious and what boundaries not to cross. Come to think of it, you've never seen Sungchan since then.

Snuggling into the dingy common room couch, you have your head comfortably tucked against Mark's chest, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jeno and Lisa struggled with the old dvd player while Haechan got the snacks ready in the kitchen. He insisted on doing it alone when Hope offered to help, so you can only expect that the sprite is already half full of salt when he brings it out.

"Okaayy," Haechan drags the word out ominously, "yummy snacks. Courtesy of moi,".

"What'd you put in the soda?," Mark wastes no time to foil his plan.

"What?," the younger boy gasps incredulously, setting down the tray on the coffee table. "I didn't do anything! Here, see?". He picks up the second cup from the left and takes a swig, letting out a theatrical, "ahh" as he sets the cup down.

"Ok, drink that one," you point to the cup next to it. From where you sit, you could clearly see the crystal grains of salt dusting the rim.

"I'm full," Haechan coughs.

"Ok, losers, it's working," Jeno interrupts before the brunette could convince someone to drink the salty concoction.

"Yooo," Mark points to the blue-haired boy, "as expected, our engineering major". You giggle at the rumble of his voice against your cheek. He's freshly showered and his tee shirt smells like detergent. It's unfair, really, how Mark can even smell attractive.

Jeno takes a seat by Lisa on the floor and you can't help but notice they seem a little closer than before. You smirk.

Is there something there?

Hope shuts the lights off as the tv screen lights up with the opening scene of 'the breakfast club'.

Ah, a classic you've seen many a time. You're not minutes into the film before you've lost focus, instead directing your thoughts to your boyfriend's soft lips brushing periodically over your forehead. Mark knows you can feel it because of the way you exhale a little harder, yet he has no intention to stop. His fingers are fiddling with the ends of your hair, wrapping and unwrapping the dark strands around his silver ring. This, you watch. The movie, you don't.

Surrendering to the comfort of his embrace, you let your cheek rest back onto his chest, giving up on pretending to have any interest in the movie. Ear pressed to his heart, you close your eyes as you listen to the rhythmic pulse.

Nobody in the room seems to notice.

Soon enough, the soothing repetition lulls you to sleep.

The next moment you open your eyes, it's like you've teleported. Blinking away at the unfamiliar surroundings, you let your eyes adjust to the darkness.

Mark must've heard you stir and you notice his presence sitting on Jeno's bed, although the sophomore was nowhere to be found. He looks up, his face illuminated by the bright screen of his laptop.

"What...," you groan, shifting around to prop yourself up with an elbow.

"You fell asleep during the movie, so I carried you to my room," he whispers, setting the computer down and walking over to you.

"The others?". You shift over slightly to give him room to sit.

"They left a while ago. It's," Mark checks his phone, "2:04 in the morning".

"Oh wow". Tugging at his arm, you silently ask him to lay with you. Chuckling lightly, Mark pinches your cheek before sneaking under the covers. "Jeno?".

"I made him sleep in Ten and Haechan's room tonight," Mark assures, "he said he doesn't mind".

"Sorry for falling asleep," you mumble into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss to his adam's apple. You're aware of how it makes him shudder and you want to do it again. "This was supposed to be your special victory celebration".

"Don't ever be sorry to me". His voice is a little deeper than usual, maybe from exhaustion, but it makes you feel an indescribable burn inside.

You pull away and place a hand on his chest to prop yourself up just enough to look down into his eyes. That's it, that's the look. The hooded, dark look that he gave you earlier at the game. You can feel his heartbeat and it's getting faster.

So is yours as you think about entering this new territory. As passionate as the two of you have been, you haven't gone all the way yet.

You press a slow kiss to his lips to build up the courage to speak your mind. Mark's hands respond, feeling around your hips and waist, fingers cold against your skin as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

You like him. You like him so much.

Pulling away, his lips shine wet. Even in the dark, you could see the stars in his eyes.

"Do you want me?" you breathe, hoping he knows what you mean. Your heart pounds against your chest as you await his answer.

Mark acts instead, flipping you over so he's looking down at you. Cautiously pressing tender kisses down your neck, your mouth falls open at the satisfying sensation his lips create.

"Only if you want me too," he says as he stops. You hold back a whine, the spots he kissed feeling cold without his warm breath against your skin.

Feeling brave from his affirmative reply, you reach up your right hand, dragging your fingers softly up along his torso to rest on his chest. His abdominal muscles tense against your touch and the furrowed expression on his face makes you shift with new desire.

Bunching up his tee shirt in your fist, you utter your reply looking directly into his eyes, "I want you".

Mark reaches up to grab the back of his collar, pulling off the cotton garment in one smooth motion. Your eyes search hungrily over his toned body and you almost want to stop him from leaning back down to kiss you so you can ogle a little more. Unaware, his lips melt back onto yours. This kiss is passionate, desperate. There's more in it than you've ever experienced before.

"You looked so damn beautiful today," Mark breathes in between kisses, "wearing my clothes," he kisses a line up your jaw to the sensitive spot behind your ear. You bite back a gasp as you hook your arms around his back to pull him closer. "My number on your face so everyone knows your mine. You're adorable, y/n, and it's so fucking hot". Yuna said he'd like it, but you had no idea this much.

"You weren't so bad yourself, captain," you whisper back, the title slipping out naturally.

"Oh my fucking god," Mark curses, pressing his hips down to yours. He's wearing sweatpants, you notice, and they don't hide a lot.

"Captain," you repeat softly into his ear, wrapping your legs around the back of his thighs. The pressure between your hips builds as you mentally beg for him to take control. You get what you want as his hands snake up your shirt making you gasp at the sudden cold.

"You still want this?," Mark checks in thoughtfully.

"I want this," you confirm desperately. He eases the fabric over your head and tosses it to the floor where his own shirt was discarded. You take a deep breath as his eyes drink in your bare body. Sitting back on his heels, he kneels down to press a gentle kiss to your navel. You shudder, the warm feeling of his lips sending tingles up your spine. Slowly, he moves down, eyes fixed on your expression to watch for any second thoughts. Seeing none, Mark tugs at your waistband and you help him give the shirts on the floor another friend.

You could think of nothing else but your want of him as he hovers over you again.

"You're so beautiful," Mark repeats.

And you smile because you know he means it.

You're ready. And so is he.

...

Your eyes flutter open as a buzzing noise drifts you awake. A blush creeps onto your face as you become aware of Mark's bare chest in your embrace. You prop your chin up on the smooth muscle to admire his peaceful form. His breathing is steady, still deep in the realm of dreams.

Using every ounce of strength you have left - and let's just say it's not a lot - you turn yourself over slowly in the mess of sheets. Plucking your phone off his nightstand, you naively check the new message. You'd had such a good night you almost forgot about the horrible hate you've been getting.

From unknown: dumb ass slut lmao. Mark could do so much better than you. Stop leeching off his money and let him date someone actually decent.

Mark stirs behind you, perhaps noticing the lack of contact between your face and his chest, draping a strong arm over your waist to pull you close again. Quickly, you shut the device off and place it silently back where it was.

"What is it," Mark murmurs into your neck, voice cloaked in sleep. You don't know if he hears you as you offer a soothing "nothing, baby" before he falls back asleep.

You try to close your eyes, to ignore it like all the rest, but the words hit deep and you can't help but wonder if they're true.

"It's nothing," you whisper, this time to yourself, but it rings false to your own ears.