Hiiiii~~ Can I Request A Scenario Where Nerd!mark And Athlete!reader Are On A Study Date And Mark Finds

hiiiii~~ can i request a scenario where nerd!mark and athlete!reader are on a study date and mark finds reader so cute when they don't understand the material? also bonus points if the reader is shy and doesn't want to ask for help cus they're embarrassed

Thank you!! ur writings make me so happy

focus

genre fluff ﹋֪֢ ♡︩ · no warnings!

pairings nerd!mark x athlete!reader

4:18pm — ♡

“yn,” your math teacher addressed you, “im worried that your training is interfering with your studies.”

that wasn’t the first time you’d heard that, and yet, you still couldn’t think of a good excuse to tell. “look, miss yn, i’ve made it easier for you by arranging some study sessions with a classmate of yours.”

you actually felt kinda relieved to hear that. surely, some extra studying couldn’t hurt.

“in fact,” he continued, “he’s right here.” he gestured to a familiar boy walking into the room.

it was mark. you knew mark, but you never crossed paths much, considering how different your priorities were…you were all about training, and mark was all about studying…

“so i have to spend the rest of my afternoon with this nerd?” you accidentally said aloud.

“now, yn, we still have to be professional during after-school hours.” your teacher demanded.

mark just chuckled and smiled at you. his round glasses and ruffled hair added a gentlemanly charm to him that made you swoon a little.

“i’ll be off now, but feel free to stay in the classroom.” your teacher said, shuffling together some lose papers. “mark, just lock up the door as usual, i trust you as our class president.”

you widened your eyes. “he’s class president?”

“you didn’t know?” mark raised an eyebrow.

“i—uhh”

“i’ll leave you guys to it then.” your teacher nodded before he exited the room.

you approached mark. “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t even know our vice principal until last week… so um, don’t take it personally.”

with that pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, mark sensed you were nervous. he walked up to you, his arms crossed and head nodding ever so slightly. “alright.” he said with a grin. “i won’t.” he looked at you for a second longer before pulling a chair out from the desk. he insisted that you sit, and he sat beside you.

and so the studying began… you handed mark a crumpled up page from the deepest, darkest depths of your backpack, and he looked confused “do you… want me to throw this away for you?”

“no!” you snatched it back. “that’s my calculus homework!”

“oh shoot!” he couldn’t hold in his cackle. “I’m sorry— yn im sorry.” he said it with the biggest smile on his face, weak from the laughter.

“whatever. just tell me how to solve this. or save us both some time and just tell me the answers.” you slumped in your chair.

he scanned the page briefly. “yeah, so it’s simple, really..” mark inched the graph paper closer to your side of the table.

he pointed at some numbers and rambled, of course, you couldn’t keep up. so you did the next best thing, which was letting your mind drift off to somewhere else..

“actually, he’s kinda cute..” you admitted to yourself while observing his side profile.

focus.

“it must be the glasses. he looks good with glasses.” now you were noticing things you hadn’t payed any attention to before.

focus.

“why is he so close to me…” your heart skipped a beat at the realization.

suddenly, mark’s voice became clear at the mention of your name.

“yn… focus” he cooed, not even looking up from the paper. he must have felt you staring, but oddly, you didn’t look away from him.

mark stopped his writing, but he kept his pen to the paper, holding it still as he turned to face you.

almost immediately, your confident demeanor crumbled, and now, head lowered, you depended on mark’s answer to break the silence.

“solve this one. it’s what i just showed you.” he rolled his pen to you.

“oh. okay.” you hesitantly took hold of the pencil, and did your best to pretend like you understood, but mark obviously wasn’t buying it. after writing some gibberish, you gave up.

“um, mark?”

“yeah?”

“im a little embarrassed to ask… but.. can you explain it again?”

he didn’t look surprised. he looked at you endearingly. “as expected..” he chuckled, weighing his head side to side to stretch out his neck. his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you. “you know, we should probably head out now.”

“already?” you looked back to see the time for yourself. he didn’t say anything for a second, he just nodded and flashed a gentle smile. “you get too distracted.” he nudged your shoulder. your cheeks burned a little when he did that. “well you’re too distracting.” you nudged him back.

mark grabbed his shoulder where you touched as if he were injured by your strength. “i’m so distracting yet you couldn’t focus on a single thing i said?” he teased you. you didn’t have a witty comeback, so you just stayed silent and stuffed some things wherever they could fit in your bag.

at that point, it was clear to both of you that the next few study sessions you had lined up, would be far more exciting…

a couple weeks of studying with mark went by, and the flirting made its way into your classes. he was getting bolder in his advances. it started with some subtle compliments but now he’s been giving you these corny winks from a across the room, and he makes it really obvious what he’s doing.

once mark started sitting next to you, hell broke loose. one time, the teacher asked the class to solve something, and you miraculously managed to figure it out before mark did. it still backfired tremendously…

“oh my gosh, i got it!” you whispered to mark. “it’s 29!”

he smiled at you for a second, before raising his hand, while simultaneously blurting out, “29! it’s 29!”

your teacher looked pleased. “that was quick, mark. as always, you never disappoint me with your calculating abilities.”

mark threw is head back laughing as quietly as he could, and you kicked his leg underneath the table.. as hard as you could.

later, you would find yourself sitting with mark, side by side, staring down at your math textbook.

“okay, tell me the answer to number 4.”

you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you had no idea what was going on. “i don’t know it.”

mark paused and laughed out of disbelief. “yn, it’s a good thing you wanna be an athlete and not a mathematician.”

what he said was true, but it annoyed you regardless, so you snapped back.

“and it’s a good thing you’re cute, ‘cause that’s the only reason i haven’t killed you yet.”

“psh,” he laughed in an exhale. “are you into me or something?” he kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.

you giggled, “i think that’s the first time i’ve actually known the answer to a question you’ve asked me.” you smirked to yourself, feeling proud of your smooth talking.

when he didn’t respond, you continued.

“yknow.. mark, for being top of the class, i thought you’d have a bit more common sense.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he didn’t even bother looking at you.

“yes, mark, i’m into you.”

he still avoided looking your way, but he couldn’t hold back his smile. you stayed staring at your cute math tutor, and you could tell it was making him shy. “yn. focus.” he tapped his pencil on the table.

you tried to pout. “but the math isn’t cute...”

he tapped his pencil more aggressively.

you didn’t try to fight back. you started jotting some things down desperately trying to figure out the equation, until he tapped his pencil again. “yn. i need you to focus.”

annoyed, you jerked your head to face him. “i am focused. im literally doing the math-” your eyes traced his features.

“no, i mean on this.”

“on what?”

he smiled and tapped his pencil to his cheek.

“i need you to focus on me.”

this ended up being longer than intended... but thank you thank you so much for requesting, im so happy to hear that you like my writingggggggggff!!!!! also sorry this took so long, im kinda backed up on requests LOL.

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starboy » hrj

genre | space theif!renjun x space pirate!reader

word count | 1.7k

summary | infamous space thief, known as the starboy, has singlehandedly ruined your reputation as a member of the great emeraldite fleet. but as fate would have it, he crash lands on your home planet, giving you a chance at redemption

warnings | none really, maybe the tiniest bit of violence?? reader is book one prince zuko coded lmao

based on the story + video planetkid by kickthepj (watching this isn’t required to understand but very recommended)

you know him.

from the moment this mysterious boy tumbles out of his deteriorating vessel into the garden, you recognize him. his face, that of which is plastered on wanted posters and bounty offers across nearly every corner of the universe, is extremely notorious from one galaxy to the next. the space thief. the starboy.

the hinges squeal as renjun pushes the hatch open, poking his mop of messy silver hair through the new opening, bones rattled from the rugged landing, chest burning from the plumes of smoke rising from the busted control panel. he squints through the tinted lenses of his big red glasses against the light glinting off the metal surface of his defective spacecraft.

you cross the yard, quite amused as you watch the clumsy boy trip over his own legs and plummet into the flowers. the breath is knocked from renjun’s scalding lungs as he makes contact with the dirt, and he sputters, pushing himself up from the greenery. you chuckle, and the frazzled boy stares up at you in surprise as you approach him, his hands and knees buried in dirt.

renjun’s eyes trace this new, mystifying silhouette that has appeared in front of him, removing his clunky red glasses from his face. you stand above the flowers in your small garden as if you grew from the soil along with them, and when you smile downward, renjun forgets every star he’s ever seen.

“rough day?” you jab, crossing your arms over your chest. your voice baffles renjun as he gawks up at you; he’s momentarily forgotten that speaking is a normal living function, seeing as in this illusory moment he’s lost his own voice. his mouth opens, but no words spill from his lips.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” you grin cheekily at the dumbfounded boy, stretching your arm down to him to help him up from the ground. suddenly renjun is painfully aware of the absurdity of the moment, and his face is stained a pink color as he grasps your hand and pulls himself up. he brushes the dust from his pants, tucking his glasses away into his back pocket.

he’s utterly entranced as you look over at his mangled aircraft, patting the side with your hand, earning a hollow, metallic noise and a puff of exhaust in return.

“nice piece of junk you got here,” you muse, walking over to peek through the fog clouded hatch renjun had just ungracefully dipped from. renjun watches the way you move. “how long have you had it?”

a moment of stillness passes between you. your eyes find his, a curious look on your face, and only then does renjun realize you’re speaking to him. he shakes his head and clears his ashy throat, the color in his cheeks darkening. “i think.. about 700 years?” he answers. he can feel your eyes igniting a fire in him, and he feels he might soon malfunction just as his ship did.

“700? about time this hunk of metal said ‘abort’ then, huh?” you laugh, making renjun’s heart trip and plunge into his stomach. suddenly he sticks his hand out in front of him. you jump a bit, startled by renjun’s abrupt choice of actions, but you take his hand when he grins at you and states his name.

“huang renjun,” he introduces himself, completely dismissing the fact that giving his full name to someone- allowing it to be connected to his face and not just a faceless fairytale as some might argue- could land him in a world of trouble. somehow, in this moment renjun just doesn’t seem to care. his mind is only filled with the remarkable individual that stands in front of him.

renjun is blissfully unaware that you already know his name, and that this is not the first time he has made your acquaintance.

6 years ago

even before you had started your journey on the ship, you’d always heard stories of the starboy. you just never believed you’d ever see him in person. at least, not so soon. so unexpectedly.

you walk down the hall of the great emeraldite ship that your room is stationed on, room 437D, whistling a tune you’d learned when visiting the next galaxy over. you swing your sword as you saunter, in no sort of rush at all, tapping the wooden walls to the beat of the music playing in your head.

as you approach your door, you hear a quiet ruckus just on the opposite side, causing you to perk up, and as the noise grows louder, you detect that it’s coming from the air ducts just above your quarters. you quietly creep closer to your door and tightly grip the knob, turning it slowly, a bubble of anticipation building up in your chest.

you open the door just enough to peek in, ready to burst in and seize the intruder, but what meets your eye makes you freeze in place.

the space their himself lowers from the duct, swinging his body to land swiftly on his hands and knees on the creaky wooden floor below him. he lifts his head, his hair a sweaty mess, and he looks around, staying low to ground and surveying the room he’s just landed in. he begins to make an inventory in his mind of everything he sees, searching for anything that might be of value to him. an unkempt bed in one corner, a small, cluttered desk diagonal to it. a large window lining one wall, giving a view out into the stars. as he looks around, lifting himself from the creaky wood, he mentally checks off 437D. nothing of worth in this room.

renjun glances back up at the open vent on the ceiling and is just about to climb back into the duct when a glint from the desk catches his attention once again, pulling him back. he eyes the jacket draped on the back of the desk chair, and he smirks, bringing himself to it. from behind the door you continue to watch him, too stunned to do anything at all.

renjun snags the jacket from the chair and turns it in his hands, feeling the shiny exterior, then the silky interior. he’s never seen a jacket quite like it; he never assumed the crew of the emeraldite even had such taste. he flips it behind him, shoving his arms in the holes and pulling it onto his shoulders. a perfect fit.

with his find, renjun disappears back into the vent with a big grin on his face. by the time you can come to your senses and realize what just happened, the starboy is long gone.

causiously you step into your quarters, somehow feeling now that the room has a foreign energy in it. you walk to the center, where the thief had just landed, and you sigh. though you had only just joined the fleet, your talent hadn’t gone unnoticed by your peers and calling you a rookie felt blasphemous. but when news gets out that a fighter such as yourself had allowed the one and only starboy to walk free from your own room without so much as a scratch on his head, you’ll never live it down.

what have you done?

however, you do figure that renjun will be caught one way or another. the emeraldite ship was nothing short of a maze; he’ll surely take a wrong turn somewhere or place his hand just so for the metal to collapse beneath him, sending him sprawling right into his own cell.

but just seconds later, you see a strange ship fleeing from the great emeraldite, and the alarm blares down every hall, red light flashing from every bulb on board. a fiery rage spreads through your body as you watch the criminal, once again, escape his consequences. as the starboy’s ship grows smaller with distance, you feel an incredible sense of guilt and dread.

ever since that incident, the captain emerald’s first priority has been to capture the starboy and imprison him for his crimes. as for you, you were stripped of your title as a member of the emeraldite forces as well as any morsel of pride you had. in his own words, the only way the captain would even consider allowing you back on board was if you brought the thief to him with your own hands.

huang renjun had made a mockery of you without even knowing it.

this boy in your garden has a enormous bounty hanging above his head for ruining the emeraldite’s reputation, and you know you’re about to be showered with praise and riches for your accidental visitor. you relish in the idea of finally earning your honor back and returning to the force, all the while renjun is unaware that just as he’s fallen from the sky, he’s also fallen from grace, right into the palm of your hand.

you shake renjun’s outstretched hand in a friendly manner, stating your name to him in return. as soon as renjun hears it, he knows exactly why it sounds so familiar to him, and his heart begins to hammer dangerously against his ribcage.

renjun had thought that, through all his traveling, all the places he’d been and the beings and creatures he’d met, he’d heard all the possible names anyone could have ten times over. but your name, he’d read stitched on the collar of the stolen jacket. first name and last, it rolled off his tongue smoother than any he’d said before, and this name he’s just heard matches that of the one embroidered on the stolen fabric that he’s sporting at this very moment.

renjun pulls his hand away, alarms ringing in his head, telling him that now you know exactly who he is, and he needs to leave. you see renjun’s demeanor change. his head dips down to his gunk covered boots and he runs his hand through his messy hair that still smells of campfire smoke from the fog billowing from the hatch of his spacecraft. he stumbles over his words as well as his feet as you step closer to him, smirking at his awkwardness.

“maybe i uh- you know, i think that maybe- my ship isn’t that old, i uhm- i can probably just uh, twist some wires and-” renjun bumbles stupidly, taking a step back each time you come closer. he sees you grip the small knife in it’s holder at your side and he turns quickly to reach for the ship’s hatch, but you catch him by the back of your stolen jacket, forcing the boy back into you, and press the cold, sharp metal against the spot just under renjun’s chin. a shiver claws up his spine as your hot breath hits his neck as you speak.

“on behalf of the board of the great emeraldite, you’re under arrest, starboy.”

Dirty Smoothie — Jaemin

obsessed with this clip of jaemin

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・★

cw: little plot, roommates/fwb to lovers (ig?), strength kink, oral (fem receiving), slightly toxic (?), jealousy, very possessive jeno, overstimulation

18+ minors do not interact !

"stop fucking moving,"

you gasp out when jeno lands a slap on your clit, unable to help but jolt at the wave of pain and pleasure that shoots through your nerves. your eyes are dazed, but you can still make out his figure between your legs. he readjusts, using his big palms to keep your thighs far apart.

"i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you whimper weakly. he doesn't pay any mind to your apology, though, attaching his mouth to your dripping cunt once again.

by now, you knew jeno well enough to know exactly what pushed his buttons. it's exhilarating to test his limits, because more often than not, you'd end up with a few mind-blowing orgasms as your so-called 'punishment' at the end of the night.

so earlier, when your mutual friend jaemin came over, you thought it would be ingenious to settle down on the couch beside him and swing your legs over his lap.

that was your first mistake.

"sit there and take it," jeno growls, "and stay fucking still unless you want me to edge you all night,"

you knew your little plan would bother jeno, and it very much did. it was painfully obvious on his features, from the moment you hiked up your smooth legs and laid them over jaemin's thighs.

jeno's glare was unyielding, and he had his jaw clenched so tight, you worried his teeth might crack.

purely oblivious to your antics and jeno’s sudden sour mood, jaemin didn't think twice about resting his hands on your bare skin—it was an innocent gesture, really. the problem was, when he told a joke that made you laugh, you laughed a little too hard, taking his hand into your own and sliding it up your thigh.

it was bad enough that your cotton shorts were absolutely tiny, but it was worse that they were now tucked high between your legs. by the time you settled jaemin's hand where you wanted it to be, he was no less than a few inches from your core.

that was mistake number two.

"jeno. holy shit, please,"

"you wanna tease me, huh? wanna get me jealous? you like that shit," it doesn't matter that he's mumbling into your folds and his speech is slightly slurred, you catch onto his every word.

he laps you up again and again, alternating between laying his tongue flat on your clit and wrapping his lips around it to suck on it. his hands have slid up your waist, but his elbows keep your legs pinned open.

you're, quite literally, on fire. the wet, slurping sounds of him making out with your pussy are so loud that they're deafening. every groan and growl he grants shoots vibrations through you, and there doesn't seem to be enough oxygen in the room with the way you're rigidly panting.

if he didn't let you come soon, you're pretty sure you'd pass out.

"do you want anything to drink, jae?"

jeno scoffs. since when the fuck did you call jaemin 'jae?'

"some water would be nice, thanks," the boy flashed his smile at you and you stood up, ass practically hanging out of your shorts and right in his face. you couldn't see with your back turned, but jeno caught the way his friend's eyes darted to your pretty, plump cheeks, adam's apple bobbing as he gulped.

you returned with his glass, but just before you handed it to him, you pretended to stumble, and some of the water landed right over his crotch.

was it extremely cliche? sure, but it certainly did the trick.

when you came back with a kitchen towel chanting fake apologies and just about straddled one of his legs, jeno had pretty much had enough.

but then, as if that wasn't nearly enough, you went on to wipe away at jaemin's jeans (right over his slightly swelling bulge) wearing the most infuriatingly innocent look on your face.

"i'm so sorry!"

"it's okay, really," jaemin insisted, subconsciously spreading his knees farther apart so you could continue to dry him off.

"it's really not! jeno," you called, turning and batting your eyes, "can't you lend him one of your pairs?"

the moment your gaze landed on him, you knew you were fucked.

he narrowed his eyes on you, shooting daggers your way. after letting some air out through his nose, he seethed through his tightened teeth a small "sure."

and that? that was mistake number three.

"jeno, baby, i'm so close,"

"no," he warns, "don't you dare fucking come."

"i can't help it, i'm gonna-"

he stops at once, pulling the rug clean from under you and smirking at the way you whine out, body seizing up as your orgasm is stripped away. he watches as your hole pulses incessantly with need, grinding himself into the mattress.

you cry out, "i said i was sorry," but he only tuts, shaking his head.

"you made your bed, now lie in it."

"please," you're breathless and desperate for some sort of release. so much so, that you resort to shamelessly bargaining, "i'll give you head everyday for the next week,"

"not good enough. I can fuck your mouth whenever I want,"

"jeno! i'll- fuck, i don't know," you look around as you rack through your brain, but he doesn't let you finish your thought.

"say you're mine."

"but,” you pause, eyes widening, “i-i'm not,"

jeno sticks his middle finger knuckle deep into you, stilling it there within your tight, fluttering walls, "so then, tell me. you want jaemin's mouth on you instead of mine?"

"no," you answer quickly, honestly.

he pumps into you once, then twice, slowly coaxing the confession out of you, "then say it, baby. say you're mine, that i'm the only one who makes you feel this good,"

"i'm not yours, jeno. we-we've been over this,"

"i guess you don't wanna come then, do you?" he withdraws his digit and sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, "i don't know why you have to be so fucking stubborn all the time,"

you watch as he pulls his length out of his boxers, mouth working to gather saliva to the front of his mouth. he spits, letting it fall onto his swollen, pink tip. it's hard to hide the way you're basically squirming in anticipation, hips practically bucking up and closer to him.

"i'm sorry," you try again, voice sweet and airy. but again, he doesn't answer. he simply lines himself up with your hole and pushes in with a hiss, training his eyes on you to watch the way your jaw goes slack.

"you're a brat," he scolds, "and a tease," his hands press down on your tummy, resting his weight there. when he bottoms out, you grip his wrists, looking down to watch the way he sits on his heels with his dick buried in you.

"i'm sorr-“

"stop fucking saying that," he thrusts into you and you moan out, "you know what i wanna hear," his gradually increasing pace makes you shudder, and your orgasm starts building within you once again, "i'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll never even think about jaemin again,"

jeno rams his hips into you and the sound of your skin slapping against his echoes around your bedroom. you try to cover up how close you're getting, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he won't notice until it's too late.

the only problem is: jeno knows you just as well as you know him, and even more so, he knows your body. he prides himself in that—in catching every little involuntary sign and habit you have.

he knows the way your toes curl when he hits the right spot, deep within your gummy walls, and he knows the way your eyes gloss over to spill hot tears when he chokes you.

your face might be able to conceal your true intentions, but your pussy, gushing and squeezing around him, can not.

“if i feel you come around me, so help me god, i’m gonna stop,”

there isn’t the slightest hint of a bluff behind his sharp tone, and it pisses you off. your cheeks are red hot with frustration, nails digging into his skin, which only makes him squeeze your waist harder. the pleasure is dizzying, his thick length dragging up and down your walls in the most delectable way.

you aren’t gonna last much longer, you know that. he knows that.

“please, jeno. please please please,”

“i’ll let you come, baby. there’s nothing i want more than for you to come on my cock, but i need you to tell me,”

sneakily, you trail your hand between your legs to stimulate your clit, but he’s quick to grasp both of your wrists before you can even savor the feeling, pinning your arms on your chest between your bouncing breasts.

you’re a mere second away from whining out in protest when his own free hand flies to rub circles on your puffy clit, and suddenly, the feeling is far too overwhelming.

forced to blink harshly a few times to regain focus, you look at his features and come to the conclusion that truthfully, jaemin, and no one else for that matter, could ever make you feel like this.

you didn’t want anyone else anyway. your little act was just a ploy to get you to this very point, stuck underneath jeno who manages to make you come so hard each and every time he’s inside you that you wind up seeing stars.

as the cord threatens to snap in your belly, every ounce of you longing for release, you moan out loudly, giving in, “i’m yours! i don’t want anyone else, i promise,”

“yeah?”

“yes,” you insist, “yes, baby. fuck, m’all yours, always yours,”

he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and suddenly, all the anger he had been airing out fades for a moment. he doesn’t shove his tongue down your throat (although you wouldn’t have minded much), and he doesn’t move his lips in any kind of rush; instead, they move against yours softly, almost feather-like, as if your confession would float away from any suddenness.

and finally, against your lips, he mumbles, “go ahead and come, sweet girl. i’ve got you.”

instantly, your nerves ignite and your breath hitches, your orgasm washing over you at last.

he isn’t far behind, not at all. he had been sensitive ever since he’d started humping the bed with his head stuck between your legs.

he finishes with you, in you, shooting streams of hot white cum inside your clenched walls. the grip he holds on your hand releases as a grunt rumbles in his throat, and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, letting him bury his face into your neck.

when he stills his movements, he lays his weight on top of you, warm, slick skin pressing right up against you, chest to chest.

after a few moments of silence, other than the settling heavy breaths from both of you, you rake your fingers through his hair, muttering timidly by his ear.

“i mean it. i’m yours. i only did all that earlier for—well, for this.”

“all mine?”

you nod, giving him reassurance when he lifts his head to read the expression on your face, “mhm.”

“good. i’m all yours, too.”