Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

dreams and desires | mark

sexy, explicit

a/n: a Two Can Keep a Secret drabble

song: listen to "love is madness" by thirty seconds to mars

you are insane, my desire, a violent daydream, you are crazy, a perfect liar, said you'd save me...

Mark stopped the car on the gravel path, near the break in the trees. He didn't say a word and neither did she as they both watched the sun go down over the coast.

He finally turned to look at her, seeing the sky painted between her lashes. Mark never imagined she would be here, in his car, by his side. Never had he laid eyes on a girl so beautiful.

She turns to him then, feeling his stare. He knows why she's here. It's no secret they're both angry and hurt and desperate to get revenge.

But Mama always said vengeance was like holding fire in your hand and expecting the other person to get burned.

She didn't care. The minute their parents revealed their engagement, she was on the path of retribution. And Mark was on the road to self-destruction.

Mark thought he would drown himself in alcohol, drink away his sorrows until he became numb to his pain. Maybe he would drown himself in her instead.

She felt her blood boil at the memory of their engagement party. Her father had given her no indication he was taking the next step and the announcement nearly knocked her off of her feet. He had no right to surprise her like that and he certainly had no right to disrespect her mother, resting in her grave.

Mark remembered how the two of them stood in the crowded hall, the party in full swing. Everyone was alight. Smiles in every corner. The newly engaged couple accepted congratulations endlessly.

But Mark stood there with his soon to be stepsister, unmoving, and with no joy to be found on their faces. And to rub salt in the wound, their parents never even looked for them among the sea of people.

She drifted to him, eyes full of tears and the words that fell from her mouth nearly broke his heart.

"Please, get me out of here."

That was how she ended up in his car, next to him on a bluff in the middle of nowhere about to make a really bad decision. He knew he would take her anywhere she wanted to go.

He was relieved not to be alone.

He was glad someone shared in his wrath. And his hurt.

It was selfish, but Mark didn't care. He had forgotten how it felt not to be lonely.

Mark reached over, taking her hand in his. He wanted to give her some gesture of solidarity. To let her know all those emotions colliding inside of her were no different in his own chest.

Without a word, she unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled into his lap.

Mark pushed his chair back, slipping his hands over her hips and guiding her to straddle him. She took his face between her palms and kissed him hard, like only he could save her.

Which wasn't far from the truth.

The windows fogged over. The car rocked softly on the bluff. Bass steadily thrummed. Anyone who drove by could tell babies were being made.

Sweat and moisture made her hair cling to her neck. Still mostly clothed, she rode him with abandon.

Mark ripped her shirt just enough to bury his face in her breasts. His hands were heavy on her hips, kneading and pulling to match her rhythm.

This was self-indulgence, plain and simple. She felt empowered to be riding him. Mark thrust up to meet her, refusing to submit.

If only their parents could see, she thought. If only they knew what they had driven their kids to do.

Mark growled against her neck. Fuck, she made him so hard. He would take pleasure from her body night and day, if he had his way. She made him forget his pain.

Their lust was all-consuming, almost as powerful as their need to spite the ones who hurt them.

She rode him harder, finally making noise in his ear. Mark felt her nails dig into his skin and he hissed at the sting, though he would never make her stop.

Reckless, a little voice sang in her head.

Mark groaned when she met her end on top of him, cursing at how tightly she clenched around his cock. He gave her little time to catch her breath and grasped her waist to drill inside of her.

She howled with sensitivity, begging for him to find release, and Mark moaned in ecstasy when it finally came. She cradled his head to her chest, humming little nothings as he kissed between her breasts.

"Mark," she whispered, tugging on his hair until he looked into her eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Turn on the AC. Crank up the music. And join me in the back seat."

Mark nodded, never taking his gaze from her as she clambered off of him. He did as told and followed her without a second thought, mouth watering at the sight of her on her back with legs spread.

He made himself comfortable between her thighs and kissed her again, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.

Love all this anger out of me, she wanted to say.

Fuck all the pain out of me, he would have replied.

It was the start of an ill-fated secret and a dangerous addiction.

i never said that i would be your lover, i never said that i would be your friend, i never said that i would take no other...

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