Got7 fanfics that I've read and LOVED

Markson

Mark yawned.
He was a bit tipsy from the wine he had drunken, but now he was getting more tired than excited and the evening was already dragging on forever.
Mark still didn’t understand why Jackson had to drag him along to this boring Christmas party.
It was Jackson’s filming partners, not his and he didn’t know anyone and most importantly, he had already tried all the food there was to try and nothing held him there with all these strangers anymore.

Mark was currently acting like he paid attention to the couple on the other side of their table, who told them a painfully long story about their trip to some country he hadn’t even heard of before.
Mark spaced out now and then, letting Jackson crack one or two lame jokes and laughing at the right times, but his sight got blurry from time to time and he didn’t bother trying to see clear  again.

When he suddenly felt a hand on his thigh-

Mark jerked up slightly, cocking his head around more than obvious, seeing Jackson smile and listen to his colleagues, while his hand was stroking over Mark’s thigh unnoticed, hidden by the heavy table cloth, that fell over their laps.

Mark automatically leaned forwards and onto the table a bit more, so nobody could see Jackson’s hand moving.
He couldn’t believe his boyfriend sometimes, but he had definitely managed to wake him up a bit.
Mark couldn’t concentrate on the other people’s words at all anymore, because he was hooked on the way Jackson let his fingers wander between his thighs, drawing small, innocent circles on his suit-pants.

Mark bit his lips slightly, to keep his mouth shut. He could do and say quite stupid things with a bit of alcohol in his veins.
And now and then he tried to stare his boyfriend down, indicating him to stop teasing him, because oh god, what if someone saw them...?
How awkward could an evening like that turn out?
He didn’t want to find out.
But…he also didn’t want Jackson to stop.
Not really.
Otherwise he could have just taken his hand and put it back where it came from.
But Mark didn’t.
His attempts to make Jackson stop were weak and he knew it and Jackson dared to smirk at him knowingly, while the couple in front of them took a sip out of their wine glasses annoyingly synchronized.

When they started talking again, Jackson’s attention was completely on them, nodding and laughing mostly at the right times. But his hand was moving the whole time, wandering up and down Mark’s inner thighs, making the older one hold his breath because of the tension.
It felt so much more exciting because his senses were a bit blurry and because he knew he should just slap Jackson’s hand away.
But the way his fingers slid so close to his crotch, just to turn around and leave again, made his heart beat faster.
Mark hated to admit it, but he wanted Jackson to go further, crossing the line…
Risking a bit more…

And Jackson knew how Mark got off of these little gestures, so he curiously let his fingers slide over the bulge in Mark’s pants, that was on a good way to turn into a fully hard erection.
Mark held his breath again, when he felt Jackson’s touch on his length, ghosting up his sides, barely touching him at all. Mark unnoticeably readjusted the fabric of the table cloth, so he was more hidden from the people standing and sitting around them.
The boring music of the classical live band and the clapping of the guests, whenever a song ended, were only side noises for Mark.
He could only think about Jackson’s sweet caresses between his thighs and on his hard on, stroking him teasingly.

Only a few minutes and a bit more teasing later, Mark already had trouble to keep his eyes open. He was clenching his teeth hard, so he wouldn’t accidentally let a moan slip.
How could he ever explain that?
He was so lost in his arousal and so distracted by Jackson’s silent touches, that he nearly missed the way the two in front of him excused themselves, because they had to greet some other people.
He just smiled and mumbled a short “’t was a pleasure…” before they finally left them alone. As soon as they turned their back on them, he stared at Jackson, who acted like nothing was off.

“Keep your hands to yourself…” Mark finally hissed, with his voice kept down, “…we’re in public.”

Jackson just looked at him amused, as if he didn’t buy a word he said. Mark knew he didn’t sound especially convincing.

“C’mon…it’s better than you falling asleep…” he smiled mischievously and Mark sighed out in pleasure, when Jackson let his thumb roll over the fabric above Mark’s tip.

“Oh fúck…” The older one cursed, as he closed his eyes in defeat.
Then Jackson suddenly pulled his hand away completely and left Mark longing for his touches, looking at him in confusion.
He watched curiously, how Jackson picked up his little designer bag, which had leant against the table, opening the zipper slowly.

Jackson pulled out a little bottle and Mark nearly slapped it out of his hand, trying to hide it from the eyes around them.
Not that anyone was looking.

Jackson buried the bottle of lube in his bag again, looking into Mark’s flustered face with a raised eyebrow.

“Have you tried the dessert…?” A low voice wanted to know and Mark turned around in shock, looking into another pair of eyes, he had never seen before.
While Jackson greeted the mittle-aged man politely, bowing and shaking his hand eagerly, Mark was concentrated on not blushing even harder. His head must have already been blood-red.

He awkwardly greeted the man, too, trying not to let his massive bulge show, while doing so and his heart was still racing, when he watched the guy sit down, where the couple had sat before.
While Jackson talked to him in ease, Mark couldn’t help but wondering, why the fúck his boyfriend brought a bottle of lube and barely anything else to a Christmas party.
Not that it really surprised him, he just couldn’t believe his boyfriend sometimes.

As if to prove his point, the familiar warm feeling of Jackson’s hand was back on his thigh in a heartbeat and Mark tensed up again.
His heart was racing, while his eyes met the attentive glance of the man in front of them now and then.

How could Jackson be so carefree?
But the younger one just found his way back onto Mark’s boner, squeezing it lightly and pressing over his slit with his thumb. Mark had trouble not to whine out of arousal. The bit of alcohol in his blood stream didn’t exactly help, it just made things feel even more forbidden.

Mark felt himself twitch under Jackson’s grip and he inhaled a bit too noisily, when Jackson’s fingers tugged on his belt longingly.
He couldn’t do anything but trust, that his boyfriend had at least enough shame, not to undress him there and then and thankfully he didn’t.

He just kept teasing him a little longer, definitely sparking the interest of that business man in front of them, but not enough to make things awkward and after ten more minutes, in which Mark nearly went crazy, that one finally said goodbye as well.
Mark sighed out in relief, when he walked away.
Then, for the first time during the whole evening, Jackson actually turned around to face Mark directly. His hand still in his lap, still busy stroking him, making him grow harder and harder.

“How about…” he purred, way too close to Mark’s face, “…we get out of here?”

Mark just nodded eagerly, too aroused and tipsy to care about the way he obeyed the younger one.
As soon as Jackson took his hand off him, Mark started missing his touch, but Jackson didn’t dare grabbing his hand.
Not in public…

He just rushed through the little groups of people, smiling and nodding to a few familiar faces and even shaking hands with two or three of them, letting Mark follow him, until they finally left the big main hall.

He followed Jackson through the hallway and sighed out in relief, when he could see the exit of the building.
But his boyfriend had different things in mind.
Instead of the door, that would have lead them directly outside and into the fresh air, he opened the door to the bathrooms and Mark looked at him in disbelief.
But Jackson grinned at him, holding the door open.

“Hurry…” he whispered, “you don’t want them to see us, do you?”

With a rush of adrenaline in his blood, Mark hurried to the door and closed it behind himself.
The inside looked impressive, not like usual public toilets, but really fancy.
There were sinks made of marble and two small chandeliers to paint the room in a dim light. Everything was black and silver, it was designed prettier than most of the rooms Mark had seen in the rest of the building.

“This is how rich people shit…” Jackson mumbled, looking at Mark’s impressed face.

Then he grabbed Mark’s hand and before that one could complain, he dragged him into one of the stalls.
Everything was so clean and contrary to most toilets Mark had been in, the smell was amazing. Weirdly fresh…
“God, am I glad we’re finally out of there…” Jackson brought out, his hands already all over Mark again, pressing him against the black wall gently,  his hands fumbling around on Mark’s belt, where they had teased him earlier.
Before he knew what he was doing, Mark’s hands reached out for Jackson’s waist and pulled him closer to himself, pulling him into a heated kiss. Finally he could do what he had wanted to do the whole evening.

He let his tongue swirl around Jackson’s and the heat and Jackson’s low-key alcoholic breath made him feel a tiny bit dizzy.
Mark just grabbed him tighter.

“Fúck, Jackson…” he breathed out against his lips, “…you really tested me.”
Jackson smiled proudly, while he finally unzipped Mark’s pants, pulling them down, so they fell down, until they were hanging around his ankles,

That reminded Mark that he hadn’t felt Jackson at all yet, so he let his hands stroke over Jackson’s bulge in a needy way, rubbing the fabric and getting himself even hotter by doing so.
Jackson groaned into the kiss silently.

“You’re not drunk, are you?!” He looked at Mark for a moment.
But that one shook his head.

“I only had a glass of wine…” he mumbled, “it’s okay…”
Then he pulled Jackson back into the kiss, tasting him curiously, daring to nibble on his lower lip. He tried to get into his pants blindly, but it was more difficult than he had thought.

“What the hell are these pants?” he sighed out frustrated and Jackson looked at him amused.

“Oh, they’re designer… look…” He took a step back and put on a bit of a show, while he reached on one side of the pants and pulled down a hidden zipper.
Mark would have laughed at the stupidity of that design, but the way Jackson’s pants revealed his tense black briefs, made him forget about that and pull him closer by his shirt again.

“Don’t ruin it…” he mumbled, before he let his hand slide into Jackson’s briefs curiously. Mark moaned out silently, when he felt him in his hand, thick and hard, leaking a bit of fluid, that showed Mark his excitement.

Jackson grabbed his bag again and pulled out the lube and a condom, making Mark’s heart race faster.
He had hoped that there wouldn’t be any more teasing.

Mark watched Jackson roll the condom over his length and spreading lube all over it and Mark automatically turned around, making sure Jackson saw, how he pulled down his briefs, exposing himself in front of him.
He steadied himself on the wall in front of him, pressing his hands against it, arching his back a little.

“Wow…” Jackson brought out, “You’re ready, huh?”

“I am…” Mark whispered, swallowing down the embarrassment that came up in him.

But Jackson didn’t mock him any more and instead Mark felt the cold lube on his entrance the next moments. Jackson spread it around and let his finger slide into him quickly, preparing him sloppily.
Mark had trouble keeping his impatient moans in, but he could’ve probably screamed out loud and nobody would have heard it.
The walls were too thick.


After a few moments Jackson decided that he was done preparing him and Mark mewled in anticipation, when he felt one strong hand on his hips, holding him in place, while Jackson placed himself on his entrance.
He pushed into him slowly and Mark enjoyed the pleasure of finally getting filled up. The tightness and slight pressure made his muscles twitch and bend over more.
He pressed his hips against Jackson, indicating him that it was okay to move.
So he did.
As soon as he was buried inside of him, he brought his other hand onto Mark’s hips as well, holding him in a tight grip, so he was able to move inside of him. Mark listened to the slippery sound and concentrated on the little waves of pleasure the feeling sent through his body.
He was so needy for more, but Jackson was way too careful with him.

“Jackson…” he whined quietly, “it’s okay… just start…”

The younger one started thrusting into him and Mark pressed back into the touch, one of his hands moving on his own cock lazily.
He moaned a bit louder when Jackson started to brush his prostate harder, but he couldn’t really endure just standing still.  After that whole evening, he was wide awake now and Jackson just didn’t do enough.

“J-Jackson…” he brought out between thrusts, “wait a second…”

He stood up straight and Jackson slid out of him in the process. Mark turned around and with determined eyes he pulled Jackson closer and kissed him passionately for a moment.
With a gentle push, he forced Jackson to sit down on the marbled toilet seat and sat down on top of him right after.
He placed himself over Jackson’s length, holding it in place with one hand and then he let himself sink down on him without struggle.

He watched Jackson’s surprised face in satisfaction and laid his hands around Jackson’s neck, while he started bobbing up and down on him without losing time.
Jackson let a tiny moan slip, as he placed his hands on Mark’s hips, feeling his every move.
Jackson looked up at Mark through clouded eyes and he pulled him down by his collar ands into another kiss. Their tongues danced around sloppily, while Mark fúcked himself on Jackson’s cock.
The younger one groaned into his mouth now and then, while Mark was panting heavily.

“Jesus Christ, Mark…” Jackson brought out when Mark sped up his moves and Jackson let his head fall back for a moment, before he took Mark’s length in his hand, to be good for something.

He tried his best to stroke him, while that one let his thighs slam down on him, not caring about the noises it made.
He rearranged himself and steadied himself on Jackson’s thighs instead, leaning back a bit and causing more friction in himself. Mark moaned silently, whenever he pressed Jackson extra hard against his sweet spot and Jackson mewled at the tightness around him. Mark felt himself getting closer to his limits, when Jackson took his job more serious and stroked him harder, using Mark’s precum to let his palm pump him more quickly.
Mark felt the blood rush through his veins and he looked into Jackson’s tortured face, while that one pushed his cock up into Mark harder, making their thighs slap against each other halfway.

Jackson came with a muffled groan and Mark could feel the warmth inside of him. He didn’t stop pleasing himself on Jackson’s cock though, he just slammed down harder, bringing himself dangerously close to the edge and finally shooting his load carelessly. Jackson watched how it landed on his fancy, black smoking and looked at it regretful, but Mark was so lost in his climax, that he didn’t bother.
He just moaned out different curses and moved his hips a little longer on Jackson, drawing tiny circles with his ass, until the last drop of cum had left him.
When he opened his eyes he saw the mess he made and while he tried to calm his breathing, he smiled at Jackson apologetically.

“Sorry…” he breathed out and Jackson just rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care…” he said, pulling Mark down into a loving kiss, “You can do that as often as you want to…”
Mark stroke a strand of gel-wet hair out of Jackson’s face, before he kissed him again.

“You should take me out more often…” he mumbled and Jackson looked at him for a moment, wiping a bit of cum off of Mark’s length.

“Sure…” Jackson smiled, “if you fúck me like this again…”