#johnmark smut

He’s already got you all worked up by the time you get to the door. You’re feeling hot and wet and the shape of his lips is already burning on your throat. Johnny whispers what he’s going to do to you as he pushes the door open and you step inside together, your limbs tangled as you twist in his arms to kiss him and laugh.

But then you feel him freeze.

“I thought you went home?” He says.

You pull your mouth from his throat and spin around, detaching yourself from him.

Mark’s in clear view of the door, wide-eyed and trying not to stare too much at the wrinkled state of your clothes (Johnny was a bit handsy on the walk from the car).

“My flight was cancelled and they were going to charge me more to get a different flight to be there in time.” Mark rubs his hands down over his thighs and then does a kind of twitchy half-bow in your direction. “Hello.”

You’ve met Mark before a few times, always in a casual manner, never as Johnny’s girlfriend. But now there’s no denying that you’re not just a friend of Johnny’s. That seems to have flustered Mark as he blushes a bit and finally turns away.

Johnny hovers for a moment, glancing between you and Mark with a look similar to concern on his face. It’s a look you don’t totally understand until five minutes later.

Five minutes later you’re sitting half-naked on Johnny’s bed, watching him pace around the room, and listening to him say, “We can’t have sex when he’s here can we? That would be rude. And weird probably, right?”

“Don’t tell me you did all that and now you’re not going to fuck me?” You pout, folding your arms in front of you. “Johnny, please. I need you. I’m so wet and horny, I’m throbbing.”

You spread your legs a bit, and there’s a hesitation in Johnny’s pacing back and forth. He glances at you, his gaze falls down between your legs, and then at his door. You can hear the sound of the TV out in the living room as Mark watches a movie or a drama probably.

“Please, Johnny.” You whine, and this time you let one of your bra straps slip off your shoulder. A smile tugs at your lips when you notice the way Johnny’s eyes follow it. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be quiet.”

Johnny sighs and smiles, tugs his shirt over his head, steps out of his pants almost without stumbling, and then he’s crawling over you, pushing you back on the bed.

“We both know that’s a lie. You’ve never been quiet.” And then he kisses you.

Sex with Johnny is always good. He knows just where to touch you, how rough to be or how gentle, he knows what to say, when to keep touching and when to stop without you ever having to say a word. He knows to be lighthearted or to be passionate or to be rough. 

Tonight he makes you laugh with his lips against the underside of you jaw, his hands sliding around beneath your hips to pull you up against him. He grinds against you until you’re gasping his name. “Please. More.”

Johnny sits back, lets you sink down into the mattress, and then he reaches for the edge of your panties and pulls them down your legs, away from your soaking wet center.

“So wet, baby.” Johnny groans right before he presses a kiss against your mound, right above your clit. You can’t help the desperate noise that escapes you. Johnny’s sharp gaze moves up your body, and one of his hands slides over your mouth. “You do need to be quiet, though. The walls are thin.”

You nod.

Johnny squints suspiciously at you. “Will you? Or do I need to find a way to keep you quiet?”

Your mind immediately goes to his erection, currently pressed against your thigh. Or his fingers still covering your mouth. His mouth pressed over yours.

“You like that?” Johnny asks and you nod again. “Open your mouth.”

A second later you find Johnny pressing your panties into your mouth, his gaze on yours to make sure that you’re alright with this.

You attempt to say something, anything, but it just comes out as a garbled muffled noise.

“Good.” Johnny bumps a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

His breath is warm as he moves down your body, intermittently placing hot kisses on your skin until he reaches the apex of your thighs, your wetness. Johnny looks up at you and smiles before he dives in, his tongue and his fingers working magic on you.

The panty gag works.

Your hips jolt and you try moaning his name, but the noise is barely loud enough to draw his attention.

Johnny keeps it up for a few minutes, occasionally looking up at you and pulling his mouth away to scatter kisses on your thighs and hips. And all the while he’s still fingering you, curling his fingers against that spot that makes you feel so good and also scissoring his fingers to stretch you open for his cock. He laps around his fingers, licking up all your wetness.

Soon you can’t stand it anymore. You need Johnny’s cock, the stretch, the full feeling.

“Johnny,” You whine through the gag, and at the same moment you grab onto a hank of his hair and tug. He glares up at you, but when he hears the desperation in your muffled plea of “Fuck me!” he abandons everything.

He moves away for a moment to grab a condom and then he’s back, slipping his fingers inside you again for a second. “Dripping cunt. Are you that turned on by me?”

Your insides give a particularly hot throb, and you push your hips down on his fingers, just needing to have more, to feel him deeper inside you.

Johnny’s fingers disappear and you hear him groan, feel the movement of him touching himself quickly, and then he’s fitting himself between your thighs. He slaps his cock once, twice, again against your clit just to hear your muffled whine. Then he sinks into you, smoother and deep, a luxuriously full feeling that you can’t get enough of.

“Baby, you’re so warm.” Johnny stays deep inside you, grinding against you for an instant before he pulls most of the way back out and pushes in again.

You cry out, your hand shooting for Johnny’s forearm holding him up by your waist.

“You’re drooling, you messy girl.” He laughs, and you feel the pad of his thumb moving over your cheek, along the bottom of your mouth. You want to kiss him or to suck his thumb into your mouth, but you have to satisfy yourself with sucking on your own panties, hiding your moans between the folds of the wet fabric as Johnny picks up sped, fucking you hard and deep. The headboard of his bed knocks into the wall, the springs squeaking lightly with each of his thrusts.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you let the pleasure take over you. You can feel your saliva leaking from your mouth around the panties, can feel the way that your nails pinch into Johnny’s skin, can feel your own wetness leaking from your pussy onto his sheets.

“Are you going to cum for me, Y/N?” Johnny asks, his voice laced with a warm, teasing tone. He’s not bothering to be quiet you notice. “You going to cum on my cock?”

You let out another muffled keening moan.

The panties were, at first, a good idea, but now they’re completely soaked, and as you feel your orgasm approaching—that knot in your belly growing tighter and tight—you just want to be able to moan and whine and cry out Johnny’s name and tell him how good he’s making you feel.

He hasn’t restrained your hands at all, so the moment you decide you’re tired of having your mouth stuffed with your panties, you reach up and pull them out.

“Johnny, oh god,” You cry, and reach for his shoulders to drag your fingertips over his skin. “Fuck, harder.”

He listens, lifting your hips off the bed into his lap a bit so now when he thrusts into you, he’s directly in contact with your G spot.

The next flurry of words that leave your mouth are a nearly incomprehensible combination of moans and whines, swears, Johnny’s name, pleas, and praises for his cock.

He drags your mouth to his when you cum, your walls fluttering and clenching, throbbing around his cock. You rake your fingers through his hair and clutch his face between your hands, squeeze your legs around his hips, try to take him in so deep that you can feel him in your gut.

Once you come down from your orgasm, Johnny tips you backwards again, pulls out of you and removes the condom before kneeling over you.

“I thought I told you to keep quiet?” He asks, smiling and stroking your hair. “Maybe I didn’t put the right thing in your mouth. Suck me off?”

You sit up, one hand on Johnny’s chest easing him down onto the mattress, and then you move to kneel between his legs.

You know Johnny likes the way you look there. Your fingers wrapped around his erection, your lips spread around his tip, your eyes holding his gaze. And you also know that he won’t last long like this, not after he was just inside you, not when he knows how you look with his cum on your tongue and spilling down over your fingers, his load too much for you to take all at once.

All you have to do is suck a little at his tip and jerk your hand over his length, moan a bit for him.

Johnny’s hips jerk up off the bed as he moans your name. His cum spurts inside your mouth and you pull back, holding your mouth open so he can see it landing on your tongue and lips, can watch it drip obscenely from your mouth, leaking in drippy strands down your fingers.

And when he’s done, Johnny sinks into the pillows, chest rising and falling, his cock going soft in your hand.

He doesn’t see you wipe your hand on his sheets or see you grab the corner of the top sheet to wipe his cum from around your mouth. When you feel somewhat clean, you shift on the bed, stretching out so your head is resting beside his shoulder, one of your legs thrown over his.

You lay like that for a few moments, and it’s quiet. You can hear the sound of the TV still playing in the other room, a sound like Mark laughing maybe, but other than that everything is quiet. Johnny puts his arm around you, and his fingers gravitate to your hair, combing through it, twisting strands together absentmindedly. You think he’s probably about to doze off when you finally decide to speak.

“I want ice cream.” You touch your lips to Johnny’s shoulder.

“What, now?” Johnny’s fingers go still in your hair. His voice sounds a little drowsy. “It’s late. And it’s raining.”

You twist to see the window where, sure enough, there are raindrops racing down the window. “It’s just a little rain. And besides, that little 24/7 convenience store around the corner has my favorite ice cream. Please?” You kiss his shoulder again.

Johnny sighs. “You know I can’t say no to you. Get dressed.” His hand taps against your ass and you roll out of bed, reaching for your clothes and pulling them on fast.

He dresses almost as quick, but then he wasted a moment, wiping at your cheeks and chin, trying to tame your wild sex hair before he ends up just shoving a hat on your head and kissing you again.

The living room is empty when you and Johnny walk out there, but the TV is still on.

“Mark?” Johnny calls. “Mark?”

A thump and then some footsteps, slightly louder and faster than usual sound, and then Mark appears in the room. He glances at Johnny then you and then his eyes cut straight to the TV then dart around the room, never settling in one place for too long.

“What were you doing?” Johnny asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer before saying, “We’re going to the store. Do you want anything?”

Mark looks like he’s thinking about it. You watch as his gaze drifts towards the kitchen, his eyes squinting a little like he’s trying to think of something.

“Do you want to come?” You ask.

“What?” Mark’s suddenly staring at you, wide-eyed, startled. “Do I—?”

Johnny laughs, but it’s an exasperated laugh, like he’s tired of waiting, and he slings his arm over your shoulders. “Do you want to go to the store with us, Mark?”

“Oh,” He rubs at the back of his head nervously and looks down at his feet but not before you notice a curious reddish tone to his skin. “Yeah, sure. Give me a minute.”

He ducks out of sight.

“Weird kid.” Johnny mumbles.

Mark comes back a minute or two later, a jacket on and his phone in hand. He doesn’t say anything as the three of you walk out the door, he barely even looks up from his phone until you reach the store around the corner from their dorm.

“Mark, you want anything?” Johnny asks while he holds the door open for you to walk inside. You hesitate in the doorway, looking back over at Mark. When he looks up, he meets your eyes and he flushes a strange color with the store’s lights glowing against the side of his face.

He jerks his head. “I’ll sit out here.”

“It’s raining.” Johnny points out. Mark shrugs and sits at a table beside the store, the ragged umbrella over the table only keeping parts of it damp instead of soaking wet, none of it dry. Johnny watches him do this and then says, “Suit yourself, Mark Lee.”

You’re quick to find the ice cream you wanted and while you’re there, there are a few other things you think to grab. Johnny offers to buy, but you tell him you’re fine.

He grabs a bag of snacks and pays for it on the way out. You watch him sit down across from Mark at the damp table, his shoulders hunched against the cool misty rain, and he pushes the bag toward Mark.

You browse for the things you want and then head up to pay. The boy behind the register doesn’t even seem to really pay attention to the things he’s scanning. He does it almost robotically, as if his brain is asleep and his body is just running through the motions. The monotone voice he uses when he tells you the price only supports your theory that he’s actually a robot.

Johnny and Mark are sitting in silence when you join them, and it takes you about half a second to realize that it’s because Mark is still behaving oddly. He’s just not looking at Johnny, but he’s not really looking anywhere else either. 

There’s a bag of snacks opened between them, but neither of them are eating, so you sit down beside Johnny and start eating your ice cream, planning to hurriedly finish it and get rid of this strange air once the three of you get back to the dorm. 

“You’ve got a little--” Johnny smiles and lifts his hand to drag his thumb over your bottom lip, then he leans in and kisses you, licking up the taste of your ice cream. 

“Oh my god.” Mark’s voice is barely more than a squeak. 

You turn to him, and Johnny’s hand falls from your face as he asks, “Problem, Mark?”

Again, Mark is avoiding eye contact, and now his hands fidget on the table, dropping his phone before he reaches for the bag in front of him then back to his phone. “No, sorry. I was just... thinking.”

You would leave it at that. Go back to eating your ice cream and pretend that Mark’s acting perfectly normally. But Johnny doesn’t do that. He sits up straighter and watches Mark until Mark has nowhere left to look but at Johnny.

“You heard us earlier, didn’t you? That’s why you’re being so awkward?” Johnny drapes his arm around your shoulders, tugging you against his side in a move that Mark’s eyes follow. “She’s not exactly quiet, is she? You heard us, right? Is that where you were when I called your name earlier? Jerking off after listening to us have sex?”

Mark’s face is both pale and blushing at the same time, giving him a strange mottled color under the hazy glow of the streetlights and the store’s lighting. His eyes are wide, darting between your face and Johnny’s, but he doesn’t deny anything.

You can feel the tension between them, the air stiff with unspoken words. 

“Leave him alone.” You push at Johnny. “Let’s go back. I’m cold.”

The moment breaks. Johnny laughs and squeezes you back in his arms. “It was your idea to eat ice cream. Hurry and finish it, then we’ll walk back.” His eyes are crinkled from the force of his smile, and you feel the urge to stick your tongue out at him, so you do, and that’s when he kisses you again.

When you break apart a moment later, it’s only the two of you at the table, Mark long gone into the rainy night.

You’re standing in the kitchen a little over an hour later when the dorm’s door bangs open and Mark comes inside. He’s soaking wet, and he kicks his shoes off at the door, slides his jacket off as well, and he’s about to trudge off to his room when he spots you.

He glances around quickly for Johnny, but as far as you know your boyfriend’s showering, and therefore, nowhere in sight.

“Is he mad at me?” Mark asks, coming toward you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, we’re not mad.” You sip at a glass of water and watch Mark open the fridge and pull out the stuff to make a simple sandwich. He doesn’t say anything else, just builds his snack, and you watch him do this, wondering why he didn’t just eat the snacks from the convenience store. “Why did you even come with us to the convenience store?”

Mark doesn’t look up from the sandwich, but you notice that he’s blushing again. “I didn’t want to be alone here with my thoughts.”

That’s the last words spoken until he’s put the sandwich all together and stowed everything back in the fridge, when you finally speak again. “Did you really listen to us?”

“It was a mistake!” Mark insists, accidentally slamming the fridge door as he spins around to face you. “I was heading to the bathroom and... I didn’t mean to listen in, but neither of you were being quiet. I heard you and I just kinda stopped outside the door. But I didn’t stand there for long because it felt weird to listen.” He hoists himself up to sit on the counter, and starts picking at his sandwich, then says, “But I could still hear you in the bathroom, and I went to my room to grab my phone charger, but, uh, I don’t know if you know this, but Johnny’s bed is right on the other side of my wall, so I could hear you even more than before.”  

Johnny steps into the kitchen then, running his fingers through his wet hair, his shirtless torso still damp. “Just because you heard us didn’t mean you had to listen. You didn’t have to jack off while listening either.”

Mark drops his head and thumps his heels against the cabinets, embarrassed. “So, you are mad about it?”

You look from Mark to your boyfriend. Johnny’s looking at Mark with the same look in his eyes he’d had as you and him had walked back from the store. You’d talked the whole way about Mark, about him overhearing you and Johnny fucking, about several things.

“I know you’re mad, but it wasn’t like I did it on purpose, Johnny.” Mark mumbles, and he lifts his sandwich and takes a bite.

Johnny laughs a little. “I’m not mad, Mark. I just think you could’ve joined us instead of jerking off alone.” 

Mark chokes on his sandwich. You glare at Johnny. The power flickers and goes out, plunging all three of you into a solid, awkward darkness.

You feel your way toward Mark, toward where you can still hear him trying to draw in a breath after choking. You hand lands on his leg and then you find his stomach. “Mark, are you okay?” 

“I think I may have just died.” 

“You’re not dead. The power’s just gone out.” Johnny says. “You know this happens sometimes when it rains.” You hear him shuffle out of the room, but you stay there at Mark’s side, rubbing his leg soothingly as he struggles to regain his composure.

After a minute, Johnny returns, holding a candle in each hand, surrounded by a dense cloud of vanilla scented air. He sits one beside Mark, and the other one he carries with him as he leaves the room again. 

“Y/N?” Mark says your name, his voice strained. “Do you think you could maybe stop that. It’s not really helping anything.” His leg twitches under your hand, and you quickly step back.

“Sorry.” You fold your arms over your chest. “Are you sure you’re alright? I know what Johnny said must have startled you, but--”

Mark shoves the entire rest of the sandwich into his mouth and pushes off the counter, striding right past you as if he’s going to disappear to his room and pretend like none of this has ever happened. But then Johnny steps back into the room, blocking Mark’s one way out.

“Are you going somewhere?”

Mark opens his mouth, but then Johnny takes another step forward. He sits the candle he was holding down on the nearest flat surface, and then takes another step forward. Mark takes a step back. Johnny, then Mark, then Johnny again.

They repeat this until Mark’s pressed against the counter again.

Johnny leans in, his hands resting on either side of Mark, caging him in. “Mark, do you want to come?”

In the flickering light of the two candles, you watch as Mark’s throat bobs. His eyes flick between Johnny’s eyes and his lips, which are just an inch away. He nervously licks his own.

“Or do you just want to watch me make her cum again?” Johnny tilts his head toward you. Mark’s gaze slides over to you.

This is one of the things you discussed on the way home with Johnny. He told you all about how Mark never got laid, how Mark wasn’t a virgin, but he just didn’t get the chance much. Plus he was kinda awkward sometimes. So it was no surprise that he’d gotten hard from just listening to you and Johnny, no surprise he’d jerked off too.

”What do you think of him watching us?” Johnny had asked earlier. “Or joining in?”

Johnny’s fingers had slid under your shirt to trace light circles against your skin then, and you couldn’t help but shiver. But part of the shiver that went through you was from the thought of Mark like that.

”Yeah?” Johnny had smiled then.

And now he did the same, turning his charming smile on Mark, and in the same tone he’d used with you earlier: “Yeah?”

Mark makes an aborted noise in his throat, but he nods and looks up at Johnny with a look of pure hunger.

”Good,” Johnny steps back, glances over at you, and then starts to walk away. “Follow me.”

Mark makes no effect to leave that spot, as if he’s frozen. So you reach for his hand, and say his name quietly. Mark shakes his head a little as if clearing the fog from his mind, and he takes your hand carefully, letting you lace your fingers through his as you lead him through the dorm to Johnny’s room.

There are candles lit on several surfaces in the room, providing some light, but not too much, allowing for some mystery in the flickering shapes of the shadows. You try not to think about what kind of fire hazard it is, and instead you guide Mark over to sit down in Johnny’s desk chair, faced toward the bed.

Johnny makes an abrupt humming sound and shakes his head. “No, I’ve changed my mind.”

Mark’s face falls and you feel your heart sink a bit too. You wouldn’t admit it to Johnny, but ever since he introduced the idea to you, you’ve kind of had your heart set on getting Mark in bed.

He laughs when he sees the expressions on both your face and Mark’s. “I don’t mean I’ve changed my mind about all of this. Just the way in which I was planning on doing it.” He points at his bed. “Mark, Y/N, I want to watch you together first. But you can’t kiss her, and you can’t cum inside her. Are you good with that, baby?”

“Yes.” You and Mark answer at the same time. Johnny shoots a look at Mark, and when you look at him as well, you notice the high pink color on his cheeks.

”I was talking to my girlfriend, but do you like being called baby too, Mark?” Johnny asks, walking closer again, and just his proximity has Mark squirming a little bit, the color on his cheeks growing deeper. Mark neither confirms nor denies it, he squeezes your hand and leads the wya toward the bed.

Johnny sits down in the desk chair, eyes on the pair of you. “Go on.”

Mark’s hands flutter nervously, like he’s not actually sure where to touch you, still not sure if this is really happening or not. So you decide to take charge.

You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, and drop it delicately to the floor, then you step out of your pants, and reach for Mark’s shirt. He lifts his arms as you flick his shirt over his head, and he sits down on the bed when you give a light push to his shoulders.

You straddle him, and when he still doesn’t touch you, you grab his hands and bring them to your chest, over your breasts. “Touch me, Mark.” You bounce a little in his lap.

“Fuck,” He groans and drops his head to your chest. “This is not what I was expecting.”

His hands don’t move on your chest, but his warm breath puffs against your skin until you grow frustrated. You push at his shoulders, and Mark falls back against the bed so he’s staring up at you, all wide-eyed and innocent.

“Don’t you want to touch me?” You ask, and you reach back to unclasp your bra, glancing over at Johnny to make sure he’s still okay with all this. Johnny’s watching with rapt attention, his hand resting comfortably between his legs. The straps of your bra slide down over your shoulders, and you flick your bra off, leaving your tits exposed in the candlelight to Mark’s eyes and to your boyfriend’s. 

“Mark,” You sigh his name and slide your hands down your body, to his stomach, and you push your fingers lightly up his chest. “I want you to touch me.” And for extra measure, you lean in close, and whisper, “Baby.”

He whines and bucks his hips up against you. He lurches up, as if to kiss you, but you sit up and press your hand flat to his chest, keeping him down on the bed. 

“No kissing, remember?” Johnny reminds from his chair, his voice a low warning. Mark looks over at him for a moment and then back up at you. 

Mark’s hands touch your knees first, where they’re situated on either side of him, and then he moves up toward your hips, and rolls his hips under you so you can feel the hard definition of his cock as he rubs against your panties. He grinds up, directly against your clit, and you can’t help the gasp and moan that burst from your lips. 

He smiles and does it again, so you make those same noises.

“Feel good, baby?” Johnny rubs his cock through his pants, watching the way that now you start grinding down on Mark. “Earlier you could barely get enough of my cock, but you haven’t even touched Mark’s.”

“You want me to touch him?” You stare at Mark as you ask, and you watch the way the look in his eyes shifts toward desperate. “He wants it.”

You sit back and press your hand to Mark’s hips now, making him go still so you can drag his underwear down his legs. His cock is nice, not as nice as Johnny’s, but you wouldn’t tell Mark that. He’s already leaking against his belly, hard and pink-tipped, and when you trail a finger lightly from tip to base, Mark moans and his cock twitches.

Then you wrap your fingers around him. Soft (but so hard) and warm. Mark pushes up on his elbows to be able to see you.

“Baby, you’re a mess.” Johnny whistles. “Soaking through your panties already just from dry humping Mark.” You hear the chair creak as he shifts his weight. “Take them off, I want to see you.”

You turn over onto the bed, sitting there so you can shimmy your panties off. Johnny’s face is half-hidden in shadow, the candlelight not quite reaching him, and the effect is arousing. His eyes glint from the shadows, and you watch him grip his erection through his pants as you spread your legs for him. 

So caught up in Johnny’s attention are you, that you almost forget about Mark until he whines. 

“I want to see.” His hand falls on yours, stroking quickly over your fingers like a submissive plea for attention. 

Johnny jerks his chin toward Mark. “Let him see. Give him an up-close look.” 

You know exactly what he means, so you move up the bed, and when you reach Mark’s face you sit backwards on his mouth.

Mark moans, his soft lips parting against the warmth of your pussy. You feel his tongue for a moment as if he’s testing, and then he kisses you down there, sucking your inner lips briefly into his mouth. Your nipples stand erect on your chest, and your pussy throbs.

You kneel up just enough that Mark can draw in a breath, and you can see his chin and his lips, already coated in your slick because when Johnny said that you were soaked, he was understating it. 

“Oh, God, you’re so wet.” Mark moans and he lifts his head from the mattress and presses his face against you, his tongue gently lapping between your folds. He’s so warm and gentle and soft. There’s a certain innocence to the way that he eats you out and you like it, but at the same time you want and need more. 

His erection jumps against his abdomen, and you think about how nice he’ll feel inside you, bare since he’s not going to cum. You’ve only had Johnny’s bare cock inside you on a few occasions when you knew that you had another form of contraception plus you weren’t ovulating. You liked the feeling of Johnny cumming inside you, and part of you wants to know what it would be like to have Mark that way too, but it’s too risky.

Mark moans and pulls you down harder onto his face, licking into you so good your legs are quivering, and you fall forward onto your forearms. 

“Mark, that’s so good.” Your head drops to his hip.

A moment later you realize that his cock is less than an inch from you lips, and when you open your eyes, you notice Johnny’s staring right at you, almost expectantly. By now, he’s pulled his cock out of his pants, and as you watch, he slowly runs his hand up his length and sticks his tongue into his cheek.

He wants you to blow Mark.

The cry Mark gives the moment he feels your lips on his sensitive cock sends a jolt of arousal through you, more powerful than when you’d just been thinking about Johnny (and Mark) cumming inside you. His tongue twists against your clit and you muffle the sounds you want to make by sucking the tip of his cock into your mouth while still holding eye contact with Johnny.

You keep your attention around Mark’s tip, once or twice pushing down to take the rest of him in your mouth. He makes the most wonderful sounds when you do that, the vibrations of his mouth on you sends you nearer and nearer to the edge until finally there’s nothing keeping you from the bliss of your orgasm.

“Mark, shit.” You moan and press your mouth to his hip, biting and sucking to keep from crying out too loudly as he licks you through your orgasm, his hands tight on your hips while he licks and sucks expertly.

He doesn’t stop until you reach back and shove his head away, and then roll over onto your side, leaving his body cold and exposed. He starts to reach for his cock, but before he can, you grab his hand. 

“You’re so good at that, Mark.” You sigh, and you pull his hand to your mouth to kiss. He’s better at oral than Johnny is, but you’d never dare to let Johnny know that because then you would probably never get eaten out again and that would be a tragedy. So for now you settle on just giving Mark a bit of praise.“Good job, baby.” 

His mouth is so wet, you realize as you sit up and look down at him. You’ve never wanted to kiss him more than you do at that moment, but with Johnny watching and that being one of his only rules, you can’t even do that. So you flick your thumb over one of his nipples and then stroke slowly down from his chest to his stomach, taking your time as you go even lower, easing Mark into somewhat of a relaxed state.

When you touch his cock again, Mark closes his eyes and hums, pushing up into the circle of your fingers. “God, please can I be inside you? I want to feel you, please?” 

You look to Johnny. He leans forward in his chair and nods his approval. 

Your heart begins to race, thinking about Mark inside of you, his hands on your body, whimpering and moaning your name, and Johnny watching it all without touching, without speaking. 

Mark’s eyes are still closed when you touch his hear and murmur, “Yeah, baby. Do you want to be on top, or me?” 

“Me.” Mark sits up quickly, and you lean back on your forearms as Mark situates himself between your legs. his fingers touch between your legs, and you bite back a moan since you’re still sensitive from your recent orgasm. “You feel so good, warm, velvety soft.”

He’s still talking as he pushes into you, sinking into your pussy like it’s where he belongs. 

“You can’t cum inside her, Mark.” Johnny reminds him, and Mark nods jerkily and bites his lip, sinking that last bit into you so he’s pressed fully against you. “And I want you to fuck her good. You can’t cum until she has.”

Mark glides his thumb over your clit, and your legs jolt up, squeeze around his hips. You moan, roll your hips, and say, “Move, Mark!”

He obeys, going slow at first, careful thrusts like he thinks you still need to adjust to his size. You’re fine, you want to scream, but you don’t. Instead you curl your fingers around the back of Mark’s neck and drag him down so your cheek presses against his to softly say, “You can fuck me harder than this, can’t you?”

You feel rather than see Mark glances over his shoulder at Johnny, so you press your fingers to his cheek and turn his face back against yours.

“Fuck me like Johnny’s not here. Or fuck me harder because you know he is watching, like you want to show off for him. Make us both feel good, baby.”

Mark makes a cute noise when you call him baby again, and then he sits up, pulling out of your grasp, and he puts his hands on your thighs, spreads your legs wider so that your legs burn a bit, and soon the room is filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the wet sound of his cock sliding through your wetness.

You reach for his waist, his hips, drag your nails over his skin in a way that draws another whimper from Mark.

His pubic bone slaps against your clit with each thrust, jarring you, sending pleasure rolling through your veins as you inch nearer to another orgasm.

“Mark, I’m gonna cum!” You reach for his hand and push it toward your clit, wanting him to rub you to help you.

“Oh, fuck!” Mark pulls out of you quickly instead, scrambling back on his knees, and you voice your complaints at the sudden emptiness, your orgasm just barely within reach. Mark bites on his knuckles and squeezes his eyes shut, fending off his orgasm.

“Finger her, Mark, don’t leave her hanging.” Johnny instructs from the side and you’re so grateful for your boyfriend’s attention.

Mark’s fingers push inside you, pumping in and out, curling just right against that spot, and then you feel his mouth on your clit. You feel like your world shatters into starbursts you cum so hard. Johnny says something to Mark, but you’re too lost in your own pleasure to hear what it is that he says.

And then for a moment the world goes white, Mark’s fingers are still perfectly against your G spot, and you think that maybe this is a mind-blowing orgasm.

But then your eyes adjust, and you hear Johnny cursing as he walks over to the light switch and flips off the light. The power had just come back on at last, devastatingly bright after the simple candlelight.

Mark sits up, and looks over at Johnny as your boyfriend sits back down in the desk chair. Mark asks, “Can I cum now?”

“It’s up to her, isn’t it?”

Mark looks desperate to cum, but something comes over you, and you’re not quite sure you want to give him that relief yet. You don’t want to be done playing with him so soon.

When you wrap your hand around Mark’s length, he moans softly and just lays his head back, sinking down onto the bed once more. “Feels good.” 

“Does it?” You stroke your thumb below his tip. Mark moans, and his breath catches in his throat before he moans again, his fists clench at his sides.

You pull your hand back from his erection.

Mark whines. “No, no. I’m so close, please.”

You glance at Johnny and notice that he’s smiling, watching you play with Mark like this. Taking him to the edge of his orgasm and then back. You wait a moment for Mark to calm down just a bit, and then you touch him again, jerking you hand over his length a few times before he’s moaning and thrusting up into your touch again, then you pull away once more. 

You repeat this several times over until Mark’s voice hiccups, until his body is wound so tight that you think he’ll tear apart if you try to edge him one more time. So you back off, sit back on your heels, and look over at Johnny.

“Good job, baby.” Johnny’s voice is somewhat strained, his hand busy on his cock, his eyes lidded watching you and Mark together. “You’ve done good, baby.”

“Johnny,” Mark groans, his cock jumping, thighs twitching. “Can I please cum? Please? I’ve been good. I’ll never eavesdrop again.”

You touch your finger to the tip of his cock, watching the candlelight around the room catch on the string of precum stretching between your finger and his pink head. Mark hisses and whines, pushing his hips up in an attempt to get more contact with your hand.

“Do you think you should get to cum?” Johnny stands up, and for the first time, he approaches the bed, towering over the pair of you on the bed. “Wouldn’t you rather watch me make her cum again? Wouldn’t that be nice? To watch me fill her up with my cum when you didn’t get to have that, baby?”

The sounds Mark makes are unintelligible, and you watch with absurd fascination as tears burst into his eyes. One of his hands shoots down, reaching for his cock.

Johnny quickly swats his hand away. 

“No.” Dominance washes through the single syllable.

Mark shudders and then goes still, his chest heaving as he looks up at Johnny with his dark, teary eyes. And in a very quiet voice he pleads again, “Please. It hurts, Johnny. Y/N, please.”

Johnny shakes his head and reaches down to the floor, grabbing up a discarded belt. “Mark, turn on your side.”

Mark obeys, and he doesn’t make much sound as Johnny carefully pulls Mark’s arms behind his back and wraps the belt around his wrists, fastening it just tight enough, and then he helps Mark into a sitting position at the head of the bed. 

“You’re going to watch now, and you can’t touch yourself.” Johnny squeezes Mark’s shoulder, and Mark whimpers and squirms, his cock bouncing unhappily in his lap, dripping precum.

Johnny leaves the bed, returning to his chair, in clear view of Mark. “Y/N, baby, come over here.”

Before you do as he says, you lean in to Mark, touch your fingers to his cheek and tell him, “If being bound hurts too much tell us. I’ll make him stop.” Mark nods, and you brush the briefest of kisses to his cheek before moving away, going for Johnny who has completely rid himself of all of his clothes. 

“Sit down. Facing Mark. I know your cunt is nice and wet still, so you won’t have any problems. Sit, baby.” Johnny’s hands fall to your hips, and you look back over your shoulder at him as you reach down and hold his cock against your opening. You hiss as Johnny fills you, stretching your walls with the width and length that Mark just hadn’t possessed.

He kisses your back, between your shoulders, confiding a hushed, “I love you” to you as you take him as far inside you as you can. You can feel him in your belly, and you only sink further down on him when Johnny spreads your legs, his fingers gentle on your thighs as he does it, so that Mark can better see Johnny’s cock disappearing inside your pussy.  

“Baby,” Johnny’s head nudges against your back, his hands slide up to your hips, and he starts moving you on his cock. “You’re still so tight. Did Mark actually even fuck you?”

From the bed, Mark makes a noise, and you lift your gaze to see him struggling, bucking his hips into the air. 

“Shit, so tight.” Johnny’s hips punch up into you. 

You cry out and let Johnny just use you. He holds you up as he fucks you, putting in all the work himself, and you just try to hold off from cumming so quickly. You’re still so sensitive from your previous orgasms, and having Johnny stretching you so good in this position, and staring at Mark who’s staring at you like he’s never seen anything so amazing, so beautiful and delicious. His whole body is blushing, his cock the angriest shade, and his chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing. 

“She looks amazing, doesn’t she, Mark?” Johnny asks, and now he stands up, still holding you against him, keeping his cock very firmly inside of you. Your feet touch the floor, and Johnny walks you toward the bed, shifting strangely inside of you. “Look at her.” 

Johnny lifts you, and you fold your legs up as he sits you on the edge of the bed, kneeling right there on the edge. His hands go to your breasts, and he pinches at your nipples until you slump back against him, roll your hips, and chant his name, trying to get him to fuck you again instead of just sitting still inside you.

As if to show off to Mark again, Johnny turns your head to the side and captures your mouth in a kiss. 

Your legs give out completely, and Johnny moves with you, pressing you into the bed, and at last he starts thrusting again, gentle rolls of his hips as he kisses you. His hips dig down against yours, his big cock pressing right against where you need him, and you cum quietly, falling apart in Johnny arms.

Johnny cums just a moment after you do. His arms hold you tight as he pushes his hips flat against your ass and empties his load inside you. He drags kisses across your shoulders, along your arm, to the back of your hand and your fingertips. 

“I love you,” He murmurs. 

“Love you too.” Your eyes are so heavy, and when Johnny pulls out, all you can manage is a half-assed, “Don’t.”

Johnny tugs lightly on your arm until you shuffle up the bed with him, and when you next open your eyes, you see Mark’s face right in front of yours, his pretty big eyes staring at you. 

Your hand moves of its own accord, fingers light on his lower abdomen. 

You touch Mark barely at all. His cock is so hard, it looks painful, and he whimpers so pitifully you just want to take him as deep down your throat as you can and let him cum. But Johnny curls his arm around your shoulders and draws you back against his chest.

“Doesn’t he look so cute like that, desperate to cum? But he doesn’t get to cum. Not tonight.”

“What?” Mark cries, trying to sit fully upright, but with his arms restrained behind his back, he finds that a bit difficult. “Johnny, no, please! You have to let me cum!”  

“Do we?” Johnny cocks his head. “I’m feeling a little tired. You are too, aren’t you, baby?” He brushes his fingers over your shoulder. “Maybe we should just sleep instead.”

Johnny tucks his face into your hair and sighs, like he’s settling in for the night. You watch Mark through your eyelashes, listen to his huffs and puffs, his groans and soft whimpers. 

This goes on for a few minutes, and then Johnny sighs again. 

“Mark, baby. Quiet down.” He presses his lips to your shoulder and looks over at Mark. 

He bites at his lip to try and keep quiet, but then he starts squirming. That lasts for only a few seconds before Johnny sits up, grabs Mark’s shoulder, and forces him to sit up straight, away from the pillows so Johnny can quickly undo the belt binding Mark’s wrists together. 

The belt is barely undone before Johnny’s tucked back against you. “Go to sleep. Goodnight.”

Mark wails, and you whisper to Johnny, “Are you really going to leave him without cumming tonight? He’s been so good.” 

Mark lays there rigidly, his erection standing tall, but he doesn’t even try to touch himself, obedient to the last.

“Look, Johnny.” You stretch out a hand and brush your fingers over Mark’s cheek, wiping at his tears. 

Just that simple touch has Mark rolling his hips up, aching for your touch. You feel Johnny’s hands sliding over your body, and then he lifts a hand away, and at last touches Mark. His hand cups Mark’s cock. Mark closes his eyes and pushes his hips up against Johnny’s hand.

Johnny’s hand engulfs Mark’s cock, and he jerks him off hard and fast, only needing to get a few strokes before Mark moans and chokes out the words, “Hyung, I’m gonna--”

His hips lift off the bed as he moans your name and Johnny’s and other nonsensical noises. Pulses of cum shoot up his chest. Mark’s head lolls back against the pillow and he falls silent.

“Did he just pass out?” You run your fingers over the side of Mark’s face. Cum still seems to be leaking from his cock, all puddled on his stomach. “That’s so cute. He really needed that, didn’t he? I almost feel a little bad about denying his orgasm for so long.” 

“I liked seeing that dominant side of you,” Johnny whispers as he kisses you behind the ear. He wipes his hand off on Mark’s leg. “Do you think he liked it?”

You sigh sleepily and snuggle back against Johnny, warm and solid behind you. “I think he’d come back for more if we let him. Not any time soon, though. We wore him out.”

“You did that. All of this is your doing.” He rests his head against yours. “It began with a mistake. Then you insisted on having sex, moaning too loud, you called him baby and started edging him in the first place. Edged him all night long, look. The sun’s rising.”

Outside Johnny’s window, the city night fades into pink and gold and soft lavender, but the inside of his room is still muted violet and navy and the cream curve of Mark’s body in the sheets, Johnny’s arm over your waist. 

You listen as Johnny falls asleep behind you, his breath going slow and level, his arm slack around your waist. Shadows shrink around the room, and your eyelids sink.

You’re about to fall asleep when you feel Mark shift, and you open your eyes again. 

His eyelids are barely split open, and you take a moment to smile at him, to reach for his hand and tug so he slides closer to you, before your eyes fall closed again.

It began as a mistake, and as you feel Mark curl up on his side in front of you, you think that maybe it could turn into something great.