Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

scream for the neighbors | mark

smut, explicit

Returning to a dark, empty house was becoming too familiar. You stepped inside and exhaled through your frustrations. Slipping out of your high heels, you dragged your feet to the bedroom and dropped your purse on the nightstand.

Suddenly, the lights snapped on and you gasped aloud, breathing in relief - and then annoyance - when you spotted the culprit leaning against the wall.

Mark took a sip from his small glass and asked, "Did you enjoy dinner?"

His voice was foul, much deeper than normal. You cut your eyes at him and replied coyly, "Yes, I did."

"How was your steak?"

Removing your necklace and dropping it on the table beside your bed, you crooned, "Cooked to perfection."

"Out to dinner with another man," Mark hissed, shaking his head and casting even more hair into his eyes. "What does your husband think?"

Scowling, you snapped, "It's been a while since I gave a shit about his thoughts."

Mark visibly bristled. Disrespectful little brat. Rather than show his anger, he grumbled with sarcasm dripping from every word, "So is this what the end of a marriage looks like?"

You shivered. "Mark, I'm freezing to death in this house, in this relationship."

Mark pointed at you, still gripping his glass, and chided, "You knew my job was like this when you got into bed with me."

Your voice grew louder with rage. All the emotions you kept buried were threatening to break through the surface. They would not be silent much longer. "And I've handled your absence where your job was concerned like a good wife, but not when you're right here next to me and you might as well be on the other side of the earth!"

Mark clocked a glance at the bed you stood alongside; the bed you shared together. He had lost track of when it became so cold. "What do you want from me?"

Clenching your fists, you challenged, "I want you to be a man, Mark."

Mark lifted a brow.

You wanted a reaction. You wanted him to fight for you. Where was the man that once drowned you in passion? The one addicted to your body and madly in love with your heart.

You knew he was still in there, deep down. Exhaustion and pressure had driven him out, but you'd be damned if you didn't know exactly how to set him free.

Stepping closer to your husband, within arm's reach, you whispered darkly, "I could have gone home with him, you know."

Mark clenched his jaw and hell itself lit inside his eyes.

"He promised to do rough and filthy things to me," you murmured, peering up at him and batting your lashes. "I can barely remember what that feels like."

Mark flung his glass and before your mind could register the sound of it shattering into a thousand pieces, your husband grabbed your jaw with one hand and tangled a fist in your hair.

"Are you crazy?" you yelled, eyes wide.

Mark spun you around and backed you against the wall, his grasp hard and tight. "I was crazy when you met me," he said lowly. "I was crazy when you married me."

"Mark...," you started, wrapping your hands around his wrist. This was the animal you knew. The one you had desperately missed, but now he was here and you were wholly at his mercy.

"Take this off," he ordered, releasing your hair and flicking at the lapel of your coat.

You obeyed without hesitation, slipping the jacket from your arms and exposing your little black dress.

Mark frowned. He loved that goddamn dress and you dared wear it for another man.

Your heart skipped a beat and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"This shit, too," Mark said, grabbing at the material on your waist. "Off."

You pulled at the straps and tugged the dress down. Once clear of your hips, the garment fell to a pool around your ankles.

Mark licked his lips at the red lace lingerie and your game was over. It was the set he had bought to celebrate your first anniversary together. There was no way in hell you had worn it for that bastard. You wore it only for him.

The sight of his teeth made you feel both relief and nerves. Watching him bite down on his lip had you melting, knowing he was about to devour his favorite meal.

Mark flexed his grip on your jaw and warned, "I could fuck you until there was nothing left for another man to have."

You whimpered, sliding your palms up his arm. "Baby," you cooed, submissive.

"If you were trying to get my attention, you have it," Mark said, his voice a low snarl. "But I will make you regret how you got it."

You made a noise of surprise when he reached behind your thighs, hoisting you into the air and moving toward the bed. You locked your ankles and arms around him hungrily, pressing a number of kisses to his neck.

Please, have mercy on me, you wanted to trace across his skin.

Mark stood at the end of the bed and unwound your legs from around his waist, tossing you onto the mattress. You bounced for a second or two before he was on you, pinning you down with his hands and body and searing hot kisses over the curve of your breast. Right over your wildly beating heart.

"Scream for the neighbors," he teased when he made a place for himself between your thighs. "It's been too quiet for them lately."

You purred his name when he stripped you to nakedness. You reached for him when he removed his own clothes, not wanting his body parted from yours for even a moment. You did as you were told when you came on his fingers and again on his tongue.

When he sheathed himself inside, Mark growled, "This is mine."

"Yours," was all you could say, tears in your eyes at finally having him back.

And he would spend the night making sure you never forgot again.

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