Got7 fanfics that I've read and LOVED

Jackson X Mark

Jackson had been trying to write that stupid essay for hours, but it was like it always was.
Ten thousand things suddenly became more important.
First he had cleaned the whole apartment and then he had worked for double the time he usually did.
Shortly after that he decided that he really needed to go and eat some cereal, and then another bowl.

And now it was Mark, who had come into the kitchen with his hair still ruffled up from his afternoon nap and he currently tried to reach a tea can on the top shelve above their kitchen counter.
He was stretcheing himself, so that his shirt got pulled up just enough, so Jackson could see the small dimples in his back, where his spine ended and the slight curves of his butt began.
He had one knee on top of the counter, to get himself higher, but he still couldn't reach what he wanted.

Jackson just watched him for a moment in awe. It sure was a nice view and so much better than the sad excuse of an essay in front of him.
He could think of so many things he'd like to do instead of studying. And Mark's body was the biggest inspiration for most of these things.

“That butt of yours is a little distracting, y'know...” Jackson brought out, while his eyes were glued to Mark's bottom and the way the fabric of his sweatpants was moving.

Mark just grumbled, while he still struggled to get his body higher.

“Well...” he said quietly with a snarky tone in his voice “I would ask you to help me, but...”

Then he gave up for the moment and let himself slide down from the counter.

“Excuse you...” Jackson huffed “I might be short, but at least I'm not an actual stick figure...”

It wasn't the first time they teased each other like that and Jackson knew that he wouldn't hurt Mark with his words.
Quite the contrary.

“But you've just been staring at my stick figure quite long though...” Mark grinned, while crossing the short distance between them and when he arrived at the table, he placed himself in Jackson's lap, facing him.

Jackson felt a familiar warmth spread in his chest, as he pulled Mark closer and then he brought their lips together and started exploring Mark's soft lips curiously.
He would never get over how plump they were.
And soft.
Mark tasted like sleep, but not too bad, and their tongues were lazily dancing around each other.
Jackson's hands wandered down Mark's back and quickly found their destination. He stroked over Mark's firm bottom longingly and Mark smiled into their kiss.

“You don't have time for this...” Mark hummed, while Jackson's fingers stroked over his clothed hole longingly.

“I'm gonna take time for this...” Jackson countered determined. He hadn't even noticed when he had gotten this hard, but his dick was pressing up against Mark's weight and he could feel himself wanting more.

“Okay...” Mark breathed out “I'll be right back...”

Jackson bit his lips slightly, while he watched Mark rush out of the kitchen.
He was more than ready.

Mark came back only moments later, with a condom and some lube in his hands.

“Don't you wanna go to the bedroom?” Jackson wondered aloud and Mark just shook his head, without a great reaction on his face.

“Nah...You don't have time, remember?”

Jackson's stomach filled with tingles when he understood what Mark was implying.
They had never done it in the kitchen before, but Mark didn't seem to mind.
Not that Jackson did.
There was nothing, that turned him on, like Mark taking matters into his hands and doing it while looking calm and collected.
He pulled down his sweatpants and then continued to pull down Jackson's jeans and boxers just far enough, so he could grab his full length. He then sat down on Jackson's thighs, his briefs still on and he started to kiss him again.
More eagerly now.

He started to stroke Jackson's dick, while he sucked on his lips from time to time.
Jackson heard himself groan into the kiss in anticipation and Mark took that as his sign to grab the lube off the kitchen table and take out a bit of it onto his fingers, which he brought to his hole quickly.
Jackson helped him hold down his briefs far enough so he could easily reach himself and Mark started to smear the lube on himself.

“Shit... You don't even know how hot you are right now...” Jackson breathed out, while he watched Mark's closed eyes and his slightly open hanging mouth.

Mark moaned, when he let his finger slide into himself and Jackson felt like he was going insane, sitting there, not doing anything else but listening to the tiny noises that the boy on top of him made.
He wanted to touch him, too.
But when his fingers sneaked closer to Mark's entrance, that one shoved them away teasingly.

“I'm nearly done..” he chuckled, before another moan escaped his mouth.

Jackson didn't know how many fingers Mark had in himself right now, but it only took a few more moments, until that one nodded and lifted his hips enough to place himself over Jackson's throbbing erection.

Mark leaned forwards a bit, leaning into Jackson and steadying himself on the backrest of the chair. Mark's legs weren't touching the ground at all, he was holding himself up on top of Jackson, his feet brought together on Jackson's thighs.
Jackson wouldn't exactly call it comfortable, but he couldn't care less, when the boy on his top slowly let himself sink down on his length and moaned out carelessly while doing so.
Now Jackson could let go of Mark's panties, that were held back by his dick just enough, so he could use his hands to steady Mark by his waist.

It took a moment, until he started moving slowly.
Jackson felt Mark's tightness pressed around himself and the slippery feeling of the lube made his mind turn into a puddle.
The way Mark's panties were rubbing on his skin, when he moved, made things only feel hotter.

“Shit...” he brought out “You have no idea...” but he stopped talking, when Mark suddenly started moving faster.

He was releasing tiny moans with every move and Jackson watched how he licked over his plump shiny lips. He couldn't help but pull Mark's head down by his neck and connect their tongues again.
He wanted to taste what Mark was tasting.
So their tongues were playing around mindlessly, while Mark bobbed up and down on Jackson and now and then, whenever Jackson's tip was pressed a little deeper into Mark, he whined into Jackson's mouth.

When Jackson felt himself getting closer and closer, he took Mark's dick out of his briefs and started stroking him, smearing his sticky precum all over his dick.
Mark moaned loudly now, while he moved as fast as possible.

“Fúck...” Mark whined. “I can't take this...anymore”

It was the sound of his voice and the stimulation that made Jackson come first.
With a groan that made his voice break and turn out just a little bit higher than he wanted to, he felt his load stream into the condom and into Mark.
Mark pressed his fingers into Jackson's shoulder painfully, when a shiver went through his whole body and he shot his load, too.
Jackson could hear it hitting the kitchen floor and could feel it on his hands.

Mark whined himself through his climax and Jackson was breathing heavily underneath him. Mark stayed a moment and Jackson could feel his dick turn softer inside of him, before Mark lifted his hips enough for Jackson to slip out.

Then Mark let himself fall against Jackson weakly. He placed his head on his shoulders and Jackson could hear his unsteady breathing beside his ear.

“Great...” Jackson broke the silence after a while and he lazily laid his arms around Mark for a sweaty hug, “now I don't have any strength left to write this stupid thing...”
Mark just chuckled satisfied.