#sub!mark lee

You were going to meet them after the game for some “unknown reason.” But, with the way they looked at each other, they just knew.

“Dumb play on the floor earlier, Jeno.” Mark snickered at his teammate, referring to a foul move he got called out for. It cost their team a single point, but Jeno didn’t care about that.

“You didn’t bother to block the guy, so how else was I supposed to pass the disk?”

Mark decides to stay silent. They both know that they aren’t actually frustrated at their game, no, they’re waiting for the minutes to tick down along with the sound of your footsteps by the locker room’s doors.

Jeno breaks the conversational floor worse than he did on the court. “Anyway, why are you meeting up with my girlfriend?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” The leader popped a water bottle open. “You’re her boyfriend.”

“Shouldn’t you know why if she’s asking you?” Jeno had a point, but Mark snickered.

“Beats me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know any better.”

“Because I don’t!”

Refusing to explode any further, Jeno sighs loudly with a big huff off his chest. “Look, if this is about that one move, I’m sorry.”

Mark simply nods, eyes away from Jeno’s face.

“And I just want to know what my girlfriend has to do with you.”

Even though Mark knows the answer, and Jeno has a hunch, they both shut their lips and wordlessly look at each other.

The truth is, Mark had a bet with Jaemin — if he could somehow make Jeno jealous, then a sum of money would be on the line. It’s been a running joke around the team that Jeno gets sulky over simple things, even if he tries to hide it. It’s something small and endearing, but even Mark thought it would be a step too far if he made him really envious of his girlfriend; Jaemin didn’t care, he just wanted money. It frustrated Mark even to be playing these types of bets, but he couldn’t say no, even as the leader.

Jeno already had that sneaking suspicion that he was being played with, but never in his life would he believe that you — his girlfriend — would get involved like this. Rather than jealousy, he was frustrated at the thought that the boys were teasing him in this way. He tried not to let it get the best of him though, even if he was already getting fired up in the locker rooms.

They eye each other down and it’s the most they’ve stared in their lives.

The sound of sneakers walking into the room echoes through the rigid halls of the lockers. A voice can be heard saying “This is the boy’s room” before being cut off by an extra loud turn of the shoe.

Mark suddenly fidgets in his place, all signs of cockiness dissipating as your familiarly strict voice vibrates through the room.

“Where’s Mark?” You ask yourself. With a resting tone like that, you could pass off as the team manager if you weren’t so focused on your other endeavors.

You spot team leader Mark before your boyfriend, igniting a little spark of envy within Jeno.

“Mark! Why’d you make me rush here so suddenly?” It sounds like you were scolding him with your furrowed eyebrows but you’re not.

“Uh, just needed to ask a simple question.”

“And what would that be?”

Jeno looks back and forth between you and Mark with a cloud of confusion over his head.

First off, he can’t believe that you’re involved in this. Second, you look way too hot when you look mad even when you aren’t. It’s not that you’re annoyed at him, maybe you are, but not to the degree that your voice suggests. Somehow, Jeno finds that assertive side of you so sexy that it’d be inappropriate to think about it right then and there.

Thirdly and finally, you’re completely ignoring the love of your life. Standing awkwardly beside Mark, Jeno simply stares at you and hopes you will stare back.

You don’t. Why’s that so attractive of you?

"How about you join dinner with us at my place?" Mark replies, a smug grin on his face, “Y’know, for beating those Stray-bitches from earlier." 

You blink. Jeno blinks back. It’s only then that you acknowledge your boyfriend. He didn’t even know that they were getting a celebratory dinner for winning the day’s game.

That’s when Jeno’s ears start to turn red with envy. “What do you mean, your place?”

He doesn’t realize he’s thinking aloud until your eyes widen and Mark responds with a fake laugh and a smug smile. “I mean, dude, you played well earlier, and what’s wrong with not bringing your girlfriend over?”

Acting all buddy-buddy, as if he didn’t just diss his play on the floor. But that’s not what gets Jeno’s blood boiling.

“Can’t believe I had to be the one to invite her over first instead of you.”

You seem a little less affected, more so confused.

Only a few things make sense to you at the moment. They won, sure. But if Jeno knew about the dinner, why couldn’t he invite you over? Then again, he doesn’t seem to know either, and Mark looks unusually cool to you right now, your eyes are flipping between the two men until your eyelids flutter for a second to refocus.

“I’m available later,” you say with your back straightened. “I’m going if Jeno’s going.”

With that, Jeno can’t say no. He’s in a trickier spot than you are, severely tethering between being unaware and painfully aware of what’s going on.

Mark then slams his arm over Jeno’s shoulder. “Guess you’re going then?”

But he’s bad at masking the nervousness in his eyes. He gulps and sweat trickles down his forehead even after the game’s been over for a while. His plan to make Jeno jealous all for what could probably be lunch money is backing him into a corner — and he mentally hates wearing the dunce hat.

Jeno nods his head with a squint.

“Alright! I’ll see you guys later.”

He ruffles Jeno's hair and leaves with a turn of the heel. The squeak of his rubber shoes echoes through the locker rooms. You turn to your disheveled puppy of a boyfriend, fixing the messy hair.

“You sure you wanna go?” Your question is met with a nod from him. He compliantly keeps his head down for you to scratch it slightly, leaving the boy with a flushed face and redder ears.

“If we get dinner at Mark’s, can we get dessert at mine after?” Jeno suggests.

“Sure thing,” you giggle. “How could I say no to a polite boy like you?”

If Jeno had a tail, he’d be wagging it now. Reassured, he simply takes your hand in his as you lead each other out of the lockers. Should Mark or Jaemin be there, they would’ve thought that they lost from the sight of the both of you.

Time rolls around until it’s night. The lights are on while the sun is out, the moon barely illuminating your steps alongside Jeno’s on the way to Mark’s place.

The streets are usually busier but you don’t mind the quieter walk when your boyfriend intertwines his fingers with yours. The sidewalks are skinnier but he uses that as an excuse to walk closer to you. He’s the unusual one now, becoming slightly clingier than he normally would.

You figure if it has anything to do with Mark’s antics.

“You still wanna go to his place? We can grab something else,” you suggest.

That’s where you’re wrong, though.

“No, let’s go,” Jeno says with a smile and a contrasting squeeze of your hand.

He wants to prove himself against Mark.

You’d think that he’s unintentionally losing, giving in to the envy and jealousy building up in his core — but that’s not what this is. He wants to show him that you’re his, and he’s yours. Given the attitude that the both of them were giving each other, he wanted to one-up his own leader. He can’t quite explain it himself.

You both make it to Mark's place though, but you don't recognize any of the cars around his apartment. Actually, there are no vehicles around Mark's spot at all. Not even Chenle's car is there, the signature pickup that took their friend group everywhere. It seems like both of you came early.

So, you ring on his doorbell. Jeno tests himself by letting your hand go.

No response. Ding-dong; no response again.

You do hear hurried footsteps though, but it takes long before anything happens. Antsy, Jeno fidgets as he stops himself from the instinct of holding your hand again. Minutes go by before the door finally answers: Mark looks disheveled and hurriedly dressed.

You’d be damned if you say he’s cute, so you digress, focusing on your boyfriend instead.

The two men high-five with a side hug — despite lingering hard feelings — and you enter the seemingly lifeless house.

“…Where’s the party?” You squeak.

Mark leans against the door frame with crossed arms. “You’re the first in here.”

On the table sits nothing but Mark's takeout and a couple of other snacks. The only fresh thing seems to be the chicken he ordered just an hour ago. Jeno raises an eyebrow at Mark.

“Oh, Y/N, can I tell you something before the others arrive?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sure.”

“But Jeno can’t hear about it.”

What is it this time?

Mark isn't even sure of what he should say to you. Maybe he should flat-out admit that he's in a bet to make Jeno jealous.

Maybe he should admit a little secret he’s been keeping to himself for years — he finds you kind of cute.

It’s not something he holds as he would a crush, that would be wrong of him. He just always considered his best friend lucky for bagging someone as great as you. You’re someone he likes to look at and converse with — it’s nothing about that kind of attraction, at least he thinks. Mark isn’t here to homewreck, but he can’t help his brain when you’re in the picture.

He shouldn’t talk about that, though. Not when Jeno’s there, not when he’s supposed to be faking a party, not when he’s practically using you to win a bet against his friend.

He feels like a shitty person, but before the college-boy-antics-guilt settles in, you follow Mark behind the door of his kitchen.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

Mark’s pupils dart around, trying to find anything but your face to focus on. “Well, uhm, actually…”

Meanwhile, Jeno has a hunch that the party’s not real when Renjun sends a picture to him. He’s with Jaemin and Chenle, all three looking at the camera with mischievous eyes.

All of his suspicions confirm themselves with question marks and indefinite periods while waiting for you with heated cheeks.

It’s not that he’s clingy — he doesn’t want to admit so — and it’s not that he’s jealous — he can’t admit that either. In all fairness, he just wants you to be safe; he trusts you enough to be in Mark’s presence, but alone with a secret he can’t know about? Why would you be hiding behind a door in Mark’s apartment?

The anxiety creeps under his skin, sending off various signals in his brain to check in on you and his friend.

He walks in on you urging the other to speak. “Come on, Mark, what is it that you wanted to say—”

“If you have anything to say to her, say it to my face too,” Jeno butts in.

Mark blinks. He’s sweating.

He doesn’t know what to do. That is, he didn’t, not until he blurts something out.

"Fine, y'all can do whatever you want in here!" Mark apologizes. "I'm sorry, I don't want to waste your time. You guys can hang around, get more food, sleepover — hell, y'all can fuck and that's fine, I'm just really sorry."

It’s your turn to blink along with Jeno.

“Y-You weren’t gonna say anything?”

Mark’s cheeks turn red as he stumbles over his words. “Okay—where do I start? I was in a bet with Jaemin, and he bet that I could make Jeno jealous.” He uses his hands to communicate after pausing. “Like—okay, I didn’t think it would go this far, I’m sorry.”

But something clicks in his head as soon as he sees Jeno’s beet-red face.

“Though I feel like I won anyway,” he giggles awkwardly. “I think I actually made you jealous for a minute there.”

You turn to your poor boyfriend and find him fully flushed, hands balled into fists, forehead glistening with beads of sweat. Jeno’s eyebrows sit furiously on his tall nose, but his mouth is unsure — that’s when he realizes his envy getting the best of him for at least that moment.

You think it's cute, though. Perhaps you're the worst person for being amused to see your friend play games with your boyfriend.

“So, how much was the bet?” You break the ice, and Jeno turns to you with a shocked face.

“Twenty bucks…” Mark scratches his head, “…I guess it’s worth it?”

You laugh at him, lightly punching his shoulder. At that moment, Jeno's feelings start to blur as he experiences light deja vu before his eyes. With the way you were interacting with Mark before him, he was feeling that creeping jealousy come back. He tries to suppress it as best as he can, but this time it fails — the frustration shows in his face as you laugh and act as if he isn't there.

He’s the boyfriend. He should be the one you’re defending and paying attention to, but for some reason, you don’t mind either you or him getting played with for twenty stupid bucks.

Also, you’re hot as fuck when you’re smiling at someone else, and it frustrates him even more.

“We can do anything here, yeah?” Jeno speaks up.

Mark smiles. “Yeah. I don’t mind at all, it’s my little peace offering.”

Without another word, Jeno grabs your hand as he drags you out of the room. He runs to Mark’s bedroom, holding you firmly, closing the door only slightly shut with the other.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss. “You can’t just dart out like that! And my hand hurts a bit.”

At that, Jeno wordlessly inspects your wrist, thinking he hurt you in the midst of his envy — he’s also avoiding your queries.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, but there’s no reason to be.” The reassurance doesn’t work as his eyes fixate on your hand. “It’s just a bet between them, and at the end of the day, I still love you.”

Your words fall on semi-deaf ears, the only visual effect being his cheeks getting a shade deeper. He fidgets with your fingers.

Mildly frustrated yourself, you reach out with both hands to cup his face and refocus on yours. “Jeno.”

The look he gives you sends a signal off in your head.

What seems to be hearts form in his eyes. He looks like he wants to be possessive, but he wants you to own him. Make him yours. It’s a look you’ve seen many times on his face but you can’t pinpoint the exact reason why it still gets you every time.

Like a pleading puppy, his cheeks sink into your palms as he stares back into you.

“I just…” Jeno clears his throat, “I don’t want you to be played with like that. And I-I want to be just yours.”

Your shock softens as you rub your thumbs across his cheekbones. “Oh lovely, there’s nothing to worry about. I really love you.”

He unexpectedly lunges his head forward, trapping your lips in a loving kiss. It takes a full ten seconds, eyes closed and heads tilted to find each other’s connection between the mouths, and you pull away with a huff.

“Jeno, we shouldn’t.”

You know that this usually escalates to something more than just stolen kisses. You try to stop it before anything, and your boyfriend knows this, but he doesn’t stop at all.

“Mark said we can do anything.”

You push his chest gently. “That’s not a go signal!”

“Yeah, but if anything, Mark should be the shameful one.”

Before you could question it, Jeno nods his head towards the creaked open door, revealing Mark standing behind it.

He was caught listening in.

“Hey, d-don’t take this wrong,” Mark stutters, “Was just gonna ask why you ran out on me!”

For some reason, you aren’t mad about it.

Jeno’s weirded out, that’s for sure — but neither of you can stay too mad. He had his reasons to look for you but not to ogle for that long, but maybe it’s the heat post-kiss that drives your head to a place where it shouldn’t be; especially not in team leader Mark’s house.

But it’s going there.

“I guess we’re all forgetting our manners,” you suggest with high eyebrows. Your voice, however, takes on a deeper tone with a timbre that Mark hasn’t heard — but your boyfriend knows too well.

Mark observes as your boyfriend shivers. He looks at you surprised as if he didn’t just kiss you in his best friend’s house; he knows you could make it worse.

“If you hadn’t been so nosy, I would’ve invited you, you know.”

That’s more than enough of a signal to get Mark and Jeno’s heads spiraling.

Jeno isn’t too sure what you mean. He does, but he doesn’t know why you’re acting so coy — like you were never caught off-guard. As your boyfriend, he knows your antics, but as a separate person, he isn’t too sure how to think of your thinking.

Inviting Mark to step into the same room, you reach your fingers out and curl them towards you.

“Jeno was gonna be mine for the night. It wouldn’t hurt if I could just have another toy to play with though, yeah?”

You only lay your eyes on your boyfriend at the last word. It isn’t a look of confirmation, but rather assertion — you stated it like a fact and he isn’t ready to react before you glare at him. There’s only one answer to you, and Jeno nods, making you smirk proudly.

Mark simply watches speechlessly until you smile at him.

"I mean, as you said, we could do anything. It's still your house though, so feel free to call it off..." The wind that blows as your words slow down seems to add to the heat growing in Mark's cheeks. The warmth under his skin only boils as he notices Jeno's lack of protest — worse, he sees compliance and anticipation.

He gulps as he realizes that he doesn’t want to call it off.

“So what? Care to join?”

The three have you have waited long enough for a response but his house slippers are glued to the floor. His mouth hangs open for a response but nothing leaves him.

A chuckle leaves your mouth as you take the step to inch closer to him while holding your boyfriend's hand at the back.

“Don’t be shy,” your free hand snakes up to Mark’s shoulder, “I don’t bite.”

It's a lie as per Jeno's eyes. You'll bite if presented with the consent.

Just as soon as Mark musters up a response, he finds your lips on his cheek as you pull him closer to your boyfriend. The proximity and sudden actions kill him bit by bit from the inside out. A tent forms in his pants but he thinks nothing of it when you kiss him on the lips right after.

Jeno watches with no hint of jealousy, but a watering mouth follows.

Mark savors the taste of your lips for a second, then another — before it’s all gone as you pull away with a mischievous smile.

Grabbing his chin with one hand, your thumb swipes past his wetted plump lower lip. You tilt his head slightly towards Jeno, letting your boyfriend watch as you slip your thumb inside his mouth. Mark's eyes light up, watching your face as you fixate on his mouth.

He instinctively attempts to suck your thumb, but you pry his mouth open with your other hand’s fingers, hooking his head up by his front teeth. It’s fully exposed now, Mark’s tongue out with saliva flowing from the roof of his mouth, down onto strong teeth, all the way to your index and middle fingers. Jeno speechlessly savors the sight of you leaning down to kiss his best friend’s tongue.

Desire fills him as you press your lips firmly against his tongue, smiling, then pulling back to admire the flustered mess you’ve made of the boy. Your boyfriend enjoys the view, inching close to the both of you to kiss your lips right after. Your hands never leave Mark’s open mouth.

“Kiss him.” Your index finger tugs on the corner of Mark’s lips to feign a smile. “See? He’s waiting for it.”

Jeno eyes his teammate with lust. He closes his eyes and mirrors your antics, kissing not just Mark’s tongue but his teeth too, his lips, and any inch of flesh he can get. He licks the spit in his mouth and gulps after each kiss.

As Jeno pulls away, you leave Mark’s mouth alone, making the boy cough at the sudden absence of you both — but he smiles right after.

“Fuck,” he simply whispers.

Proud of what you’ve done, you turn to make out with Jeno while your wet hands travel down to tug at a belt hoop on Mark’s pants. The signal hits him late, causing him to hurriedly unbutton his pants. You laugh into Jeno’s kiss.

“Look at this boy, he doesn’t know what to do.”

“Always like that,” Jeno comments. “He’s the cutest when he’s panicked.”

Mark’s head shoots up at Jeno. Cute? Since when was he cute to him?

It takes long the boy a minute — he zones out for a few seconds as you and Jeno start kissing up his sides, from the neck down to his hips. He can't believe anything that's happening. Whatever this was, the sudden thing he'd gotten himself into while in his own home, he couldn't seem to pull himself away from it. A magnetic force is locking him in as you suck on his neck.

Mark moans, deliciously caught by Jeno’s mouth as he makes out with him briefly while holding him firmly by the waist. Mark can feel Jeno’s hard length, straining painfully against Mark’s back. His own cock hangs against his boxers, the crotch exposed as you pull his unbuttoned pants down.

His vision blurs. His mouth salivates but feels dry. He begins to get dizzy — he can't black out though, and even if none of this is quite right, he isn't mad at all. He loves it.

The desire in him burns as you push your own body onto the bed, admiring the two boys before you.

Your hand cups your boyfriend’s ass, digging your palm inside his back pocket. “Jeno, get your pants off now.”

“Want you to help me too.” He responds with a pout.

“How about you ask your friend over here to assist you?”

Jeno obediently turns to Mark with an expression akin to that of an excited puppy. It’s another sight that only you have seen, and Mark thinks it’s an honor to see it himself; his brain lags at the adorable blink Jeno gives, before pawing at his crotch.

“You’re so hard.”

“I know. Please help me.”

It doesn’t take Mark too long this time to fully respond to this request. He eagerly reaches for the button on Jeno’s pants and frees the strained crotch, leaving him in his boxers.

Something gets the best of him. Maybe it's because this is all wrong, or maybe it's a pent-up expression of all the times he's seen his best friend in boxers — it drives him more insane than it should, seeing his length while they change in the locker rooms — but whatever it is, it drives him to pull at the hem of his boxers, taking a peek at his cock.

And fuck, is he packing a lot.

Jeno's cock is veiny and it pulses as Mark ogles at it. It's long and thick enough — it might be a bit longer than Mark's, he thinks. It's veiny, the tip red and shapely. His balls hang not too far from his cock, barely seen from the size that greeted him for a second's worth. The shaft has a curve that greets Mark with a twitch.

The boy turns to you as if to ask permission, to which he does: “May I please play with him?”

“Not yet,” you tilt your head. “A bit too eager now, aren’t we?”

“But he—we—” he loses the words in his throat. His finger leaves the hem of Jeno’s boxers, but the boy cups his hip in desperation.

"I only allowed you to help him pull it down." At that, Mark's face sours. He salivates at the picture of Jeno's cock. He had never thought of his friend that way, never really considered the invitation that was always there — for the sake of "being bros." But now that it's here, you delay him the opportunity; so close yet so far.

Mark’s fingers only leave Jeno’s boxers when the man looks at him with an obedient eye.

“Let him play with you first.” Your voice almost echoes through the room. Jeno nods as if he received a secret command, only understood by you and him. Was it the curl in your tone that caused him to act?

Either way, it shocks Mark slightly when Jeno's strong arms pull him by his shoulders. His hands then crawl both behind his head and then down to his hips, bringing the two bodies impossibly closer — Jeno seems unfazed as he pulls Mark's shirt off next. He's used to the sight of his toned body, but seeing his chest flush in both embarrassment and lust is a new sight that budges Jeno's mouth into a soft smile.

“Mark, I want you to relax and enjoy. Jeno’s really good and I want him to be good to you.”

His hands graze lightly down Mark's body. The boy's skin raises into bumps of a once-pale, now-flushed frenzy, his body hairs rising as the other's delicate fingertips trail down his exposed arms and sides. Mark's chest is heaving, unable to catch a break or a breath.

It's all worse when Jeno kisses him once more, taking advantage of his open mouth. His hands stay on Mark's chest, fingers looking for his nipples — he finds them quickly and prods at them with pressure so good that it makes Mark moan. You laugh as if you're right; your boyfriend's really good, and the boy you've been eyeing is taking it well.

However, you’re getting impatient, having this go for too long for you to be satisfied.

You take good use of both of your hands and pull down their boxers, each hand being careful yet swift as you fist the fabric out of their skin, watching their beautiful cocks bounce. This interrupts the kissing — they gasp in unison and it’s music to your ears.

Unfortunately, you don’t follow up with any more words, leaving them to look at you with wide eyes. All you do is giggle to yourself, pat the tips of their oversensitive and deliciously hard lengths, and silently command them to do something.

Jeno acts first: eyes darting down to Mark's impressive length, he slides his thick cock beside the other. Their shafts rub, making Mark bite his lip, but his mouth opens anyway as their reddish-pink tips kiss each other.

Their size differences are more apparent this way; Jeno's cock seems thicker, and Mark's is longer. Deep in hyper-analysis, you urge them once again to rub their cocks together with simultaneous handjobs.

The sudden reintroduction of their hands leaves Mark squirming next to Jeno. He instinctively holds onto his shoulders for support, an adorable sight that neither of you has ever seen nor expected from "the dependable Mark."

You're slow with it first. Your hand makes its way from the tips, thumbs prodding playfully at the tiny holes sitting atop, only for your fingers to form rings, wrapping each individual digit around gradually as your palms slide down their lengths. Once you've wrapped the pinky around, you're at the base of their cocks, teasing to cup their balls — but before they could even moan for more, you're sliding up again. After a few more strokes, the pace picking up with each full slide up and down, they hump your hands with your pace until you pull away.

“I can’t be doing all the work.”

Your words are intimidating. The two boys take it with confusion as they lock eyes for a moment, cocks twitching centimeters away from each other.

Out of pure desperation, Mark thrusts his hips upward, rubbing his cock well up against Jeno's. The friction leaves him breathless, sharp bursts of pleasure combing through his nerves. With their closeness, Jeno could only mirror his movement in response. He holds Mark by his face with one hand, reaching his other down to connect their tips in his palm. The gesture shocks them both, the distance closing into zero inches, crotches and groomed bush hair pressed together.

You catch wind of Jeno’s heavy breaths. “You’re panting, baby.”

He looks up at you through hooded eyes, head thrown slightly back in pleasure. “I’m excited.”

“Such a puppy.”

Mark looks back and forth between the both of you as you exchange hot words. The buildup of heat in his stomach goes further down to his crotch until Jeno could feel the warmth on his cock's leaking tip. Embarrassed, he wordlessly attempts to turn his head away, but your hands—slimy as they are—hold his chin in place. He seems excited too, Jeno thinks to himself.

You move your hand with Mark’s chin on it close to your boyfriend’s face, coercing Jeno to kiss him again. Their mouths quickly open, jutting their tongues out to greet each other as they practically hump each other with their cocks pressed close. Jeno breaks away from the kiss to breathe, resting his forehead on Mark’s — the eye contact that they share after doesn’t break, though.

It’s an intense stare that holds no hard feelings, only incredibly hard cocks rubbing together as they near their highs. Mark seems to chase it first, but before anything could happen, you cock your head to the side.

You slap Mark’s bulging cock with a fierce spank.

It hurts only lightly, only since you slapped it with less of a force and more of a flick of your hand, but it still stings. Mark almost falls over, only caught by Jeno’s strong and muscular arms.

“What was that for?” Tears well up in his eyes but he doesn’t sound upset at all. He just genuinely wants to ask why he was denied the high and you can hear nothing but desperation in his voice.

All you do, though, is laugh in response. Jeno looks at him with fond eyes too, except he knows he’s in trouble next: his cock also started leaking precum. You run the pad of your thumb atop his leaking hole, blocking the flow ever so slightly. You then guide your boyfriend’s cock back to Mark’s, but you hold their shafts together in place with your one stretched hand, precum mixing and all.

“We’ve barely even started and you’re both acting like this?” Your voice is sultry yet stern.

The two merely whimper and shy their faces away. Mark looks down at the scene and amusement hits him all at once. The sight of his body and Jeno’s, naked and sweaty and held together by a singular hand on their cocks, makes him shiver and bite his lip.

“Sorry,” Jeno utters first, “I-It just felt too good.”

A breeze bellows through the room and it leaves all three of you with your hair raised, but you don’t budge a single bit. You turn to Mark.

“I…” Mark starts to speak yet nothing of substance comes out.

“Excuses are nothing, I know you’re both desperate.” Your hand leaves their slimy cocks. You don’t hesitate as you bring a finger to your mouth, tasting their sins as they writhe before you in slight embarrassment.

“How about you both show me how much you want me?”

It’s not supposed to be as shocking as it is, but the realization hits them both incredibly late that you’re still fully clothed, mostly untouched, left to be their eye candy as they fondled each other earlier. Jeno and Mark’s gazes fall through your entire body in all directions as they plot how they could start pleasing you.

Even if they both clearly wanted you, they restrained themselves and took out their desires on each other. That’s very obedient and patient of them, you think, and you don’t think it’s wrong to enjoy the sight.

Jeno's grasp on Mark loosens and leaves as he inches towards you, sweat dripping and everything, closing his face in on yours to kiss your lips deeply. You two always do this, accustomed to each other's rushes of warmth and intimacy every single time you kiss, and so it feels natural as Jeno latches his mouth on your neck next. His hands, trembling slightly yet not at all unsure, make their way to trace up the outline of your sides until they find your breasts.

He breaks away from working on a neck hickey as he examines your chest, restrained by layers of clothing that he wants off. Instead of impatiently reaching over the fabric, he takes his time to lift it from under and urge you to move it over your head. Mark watches intently, almost studying the movements while he refrains from reaching down for his pulsating cock.

Dare he even touch himself to the sight as he may be punished by not just you, but also Jeno.

“Not gonna do anything?” Jeno faces Mark with a smirk.

Mark stammers as he finds his words to ask permission. “Dude—uhm, can I?”

You laugh at how his hands hesitate to touch you, eager to even get ahold of your bra but still too scared.

“Please?”

All you do is smile with a nod. Jeno gives him way, pointing at the hook of the bra.

He first grabs ahold of your breasts by holding the bra cups, only to slide his hands to the sides of the undergarment, tracing your upper body until he's made his way backward; his fingertips find the hooks, unclasping them with only a bit of struggle — he knows what he's doing, he just gets nervous as your boobs flow out of the loosened bra.

It takes him a moment to even acknowledge that the beautiful view of your boobs inches away from his chest is all his doing. Jeno lets out a light snort, swinging his arm over Mark's red shoulders. He's blushing all over, flustered to high heavens.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Damn right,” Mark agrees. “You’re fucking lucky, dude.”

Jeno pecks Mark’s heated cheek. “So don’t bring her in the next bets, yeah?”

The things that they say ring through your ears loudly. You’re living for Jeno’s protectiveness, Mark’s shocked expression, and the fact that they both proceed to work their way on your lower half.

They urge you out of your pants, the two men helping your legs out, kissing your skin as they expose themselves. You can't help but chuckle, moan a little bit, and even grab onto their skilled yet calloused hands. The two are unexpectedly gentle, working surprisingly in tandem to even just get you out of your clothes, all until you're naked.

All until they’re yours.

Jeno ends up kneeling down in front of you like a patient dog. Mark stands by your side, waiting.

As adorable as they are, you’re growing desperate for some more action, so you grab ahold of Mark’s cock and whisper in his ear.

“Be a dear and tell my baby to kiss me there.”

Mark gulps, tongue caught in a twist as he musters the courage to relay it to Jeno.

“Uhh, sh-she said…lick—no, kiss her.”

Jeno looks up at you in confirmation. You pet his head with your other hand. There are hearts in his eyes.

Without another word, Jeno doesn’t waste a second as he dives his head down.

Fiddling between your legs, he holds you by the backs of your inner thighs and does as he’s told. He nudges his nose around the area to get himself closer and closer to your heat. He kisses you, puckering his lips and smacking your clit ever so sweetly. He gets a light taste of your sweetness dripping wild from watching the two men act desperately earlier. You hum in content, stroking Mark's cock—still in your hand—ever so slightly.

Mark dips his head onto your neck. He attempts to kiss you in the same way Jeno does, warm and loving. Jeno himself digs his head further between your thighs, licking wide stripes with his tongue tapering up to the tip as he gets back on your clit. You shiver with a lustful smile.

Jeno continues to swirl his tongue from your clit back down to your entrance, allowing your slick to mix in with his drool. Mark refuses to even look you in the eye from all of the sinful sounds he’s hearing — you remedy that by pecking a kiss on his cheek mole.

“If you weren’t so cute, you’d be dead by now.”

Mark’s cock stiffens at that. It throbs, a long vein pulsing against your palm from your words alone. A part of him hates to admit that he’s glad he took up the bet if it led him here.

You grab a fistful of your boyfriend’s hair out of nowhere, pulling slightly at his scalp to signal him up. He misreads this at first, instead nodding his head back into your cunt, but you let out a light grunt and a hiss.

“Mmph—Sorry,” Jeno says, hands wobbling awkwardly at the backs of your thighs for support. “Needed me, baby?”

You raise an eyebrow. “I wanted you to only kiss me there, but…”

Jeno dips his head to apologize. He mutters on and on about how good you tasted, how sweet it felt, how lovely and velvety the skin around your clit was while he licked it. Mark’s face heats up impossibly more at the descriptions and subtle praises that Jeno has for your pussy.

“Oh, look who’s the jealous one now.”

Mark’s sweating bullets. “I-I’m not!”

“You can have a turn at it if you’d like.” The suggestion runs off your lips casually. So casual that it leaves him slightly puzzled, cock still aching in your hand.

“How about only ten seconds in my cunt?”

He blinks three times. You’re all down to absurd means of getting each other off and you’re about to fully abandon the circumstances that got you here. That got the both of them here.

He whips his head towards your boyfriend for approval, and Jeno only nods his head in your direction. "Her orders, man."

You laugh and kiss Mark, urging him down on the bed behind him. You push him by his shoulders and the look on his face, wide eyes and all, has you smirking.

“Ten seconds. Just to try it.”

You align your slit to match his red, slimy tip, sliding your cunt from your clit down to your wet entrance. You don’t let him in just yet, instead teasing him with a few slides, letting him feel the velvety friction of your pussy lips before he gets a taste of everything else.

“That feels good,” he breathes out.

“It’s not even in yet.”

“I’m just feeling as much as I can,” Mark smiles nervously. “I only got ten seconds after this—”

Before he could even get cocky, you fully sit down on his cock, slamming your cunt until he’s all the way inside.

He shivers, hitting his head back on the bed in pure pleasure. The wetness of your walls envelops him with a warmth he hasn’t felt anywhere else. Slowly yet surely, he begins to lose his mind to delirium as his cock throbs, almost vibrating inside you.

“Ten,” Jeno counts for you, watching the part where you both connect as he sits politely next to you both.

He refuses to touch himself even as he watches you lift your lower half away from Mark, the slick of your essence and leftover drool from Jeno slipping down the cock.

“Nine,” he continues, breath hitching as you wiggle your hips.

At this point, only Mark's tip is inside you, but before he can even do anything, you slam your hips back down. The smack of your ass on his thighs makes him groan loudly, the sweetness of his voice echoing in your ears.

“Eight.” You repeat your motions, swirling your hips slightly and letting the wetness drip ever so gracefully down your thighs onto his. “Seven.”

Mark rolls his eyes back. His balls hurt at this point. He’s strained and frustrated.

He turns his head. “Holy shit, Jeno, I’ll cum—”

“Hold it, easy now.” Unimpressed, Jeno instead leans forward to talk him down.

“Five,” he whispers, “four…”

All Mark can do is whimper through a bitten lip. Your hands roam around his chest for support, the unforgiving sensations haunting his skin as you touch his most sensitive areas.

“Three…”

Mark hisses. “Won’t you count any fucking slower?”

“Oh, you want me to cut it out?” You say with a stop.

Regret immediately washes over his wide eyes as you lift yourself off his dick.

“So close yet so far. What a pity,” you laugh, turning to your sweet boyfriend and feeling him up instead.

You maneuver your hips and align yourself over Jeno’s cock, teasing him the same way you did with Mark. You don’t enter yet and keep your wetness dripping on him before giving the neglected boy a wink.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t try my ass.”

A shock instantly rushes through his veins, coloring his skin flushed once more. He's been sweating, and it worsened once you suggested it. He tries to say anything about it but falls short of words when you urge him closer with the call of your fingers. Jeno watches in awe, lightly frustrated that his cock is so close to your cunt.

You grab Mark from the back, guiding his hips close to yours. He’s kneeling, holding onto your waist and hips for stability, ready to position his cock by your second entrance. He licks his hand, a generous amount of spit and drool wetting it, just more than enough for him to lube up your hole to take him.

Jeno’s cock throbs cutely from under, so you coo and kiss his tip with the warmth of your clit. He bites back a whimper.

It isn’t long before you invite Mark to enter you, lining up and guiding his cock inside, slowly stretching your tightest hole until the tip is in. Mark’s breathing heavily, sweating buckets as he feels how tight it is, hugging just the tip so hard that he could explode at any given moment.

You push your lower half back, adjusting to his girth and length, taking him inch by inch. You’re panting too, strained little moans escaping your throat as you struggle and succeed to take him all the way to the middle.

Once you’re nearly bottoming him out, you both still in place, allowing yourselves time to adjust.

Jeno still looks pitiful with his cock pushed against nothing but your clit. It only gives you an idea.

“Mark. Be a dear and fuck me hard when we’re good, yeah?”

Confused, he agrees with a nod. You both signal each other when it feels best to move, and with that, Mark fully pulls back before slamming his entire length back into your fit little ass.

The force from his thrust pushes you forward, sinking Jeno’s cock deep into your pussy.

The sudden action leaves Jeno groaning and Mark grunting. Both of their cocks fill you up with no room to breathe, the sensation of the two pulsating and hard lengths making you shake. You feel yourself close but you hold back for their sake.

Another thrust from Mark sends your cunt further down on Jeno’s cock. Your boyfriend even begins moving his hips, emptying your pussy only to fill it back up again. The other doesn’t stop, almost losing himself as he goes faster and faster, bit by bit, ecstasy hitting him soon.

“Mark, baby, you’re doing so good.”

Eyes lighting up, it takes five seconds—and a few moans in between—for Mark to realize that he’s the baby that you’re referring to.

Jeno also catches it late, but instead of the jealousy seeping back into his veins, the opposite manifests. He smiles, somehow proud of Mark for sharing a name that they both earned from you.

“Baby, come on, make me cum.”

You lean back, an arm thrown over to hold onto Mark for support. He keeps going, pushing his cock against your limit with each thrust, all the while Jeno leans forward to reach your clit and tease it.

Being filled and fucked all at once like this has all three of you on edge, but Mark can’t take it — he slips out of your ass and cums all over your back.

You don’t mind, instead falling forward to bounce on Jeno’s cock while he cums inside you next. That doesn’t stop him from flicking your clit with his experienced fingers, and you squirt all over him.

All three of you collapse on the bed, trying to overcome your highs.

“…That was fucking insane, man.”

Mark is the first to sit up, eyeing the both of you fucked out on his own bed. He has to clean up a lot, so much that it’s lightly embarrassing, but none of you seem to mind at all at that moment.

“Yo Jeno.”

Too tired to move his body, he simply raises an eyebrow while looking back at Mark. “What’s up?”

"I swear on my dick I'm not playing with you and Y/N, aight?" He scratches the back of his head, suddenly getting shy. "And, uh, I'm still sorry for the bet."

“Nah, it’s good. Just say you won, get the money, and run.”

Mark realizes that it could’ve just been that easy, that he didn’t have to do any of that. It’s way too late now, but at least he won and got laid.

“...And you can treat us to dinner with that cash,” Jeno adds with a wink.

The boy simply rubs his flushed face in his hands and sighs. Dinner with his newfound fuckmates isn’t so bad after all.

“Well, you’re free to shower, clean up, sleep, do whatever—”

You grab ahold of Mark’s arm and pull him back on the bed. He falls right between you and Jeno’s warm bodies.

“look at you. such a pretty face covered in my cum. do you like when mommy paints your face, markie?”

“yes ma’am~”

jaemin: this little freak cannot get enough of you cumming inside of him. feeling you spill inside of him and pump him full of your cum always makes him go a little dizzy with the thought of you filling him up. he especially loves watching it drip out when you pull out <3 long story short: fuck him hard, degrade him like hell, and pump him full of cum if you want a happy jaem!

“fu-fuck baby, s-so ah! so fuckin’ deep n’ me~”

“yeah? you want miss to fill that slutty little hole up baby?”

“hgh! yesyesyes please fill me up miss..!”

jeno: as much as he promises he hates it, he absolutely LOVES the feeling of you cumming on his body, specifically his thighs. just something about him watching you rub your cock against his makes his brain go dizzy. on top of that when you finally cum and cover his cock and thighs too? oh yeah immediate boner. don’t even bother taking a minute to rest because he’s definitely using your cum as lube to get himself off again.

“fuck…! your cock feels so goo- ah! g-good against mine, baby.”

“i’m gonna c-cum soon jen..”

“good. want my girl to cum all over my cock and get us nice n’ messy~”

haechan: hyuck love love LOVES when you cum on his thighs. you’ve always been obsessed with his soft, squishy, honey brown thighs and worshipping them since you guys started having sex and it sure as hell isn’t slowing down anytime soon. his absolute favorite is when you fuck his thighs and rut against his cute little cock <3 something about watching you pump your cum all over his soft thighs always makes him go cross eyed with how horny it makes him.

“fuck…getting close, hyuckie~ you want- holy fuck- you want mommy to cum all over your pretty little thighs?”

“yes! pleasepleaseplease cum all over my thighs mama please~”

renjun: this little baby becomes the most shy thing ever when you cum on or in him. the concept of you marking his body with your seed is just something so degrading yet arousing to him. most of the time he doesn’t wanna deal with cleanup, so he usually asks for you to cum on his stomach <3 the sight of seeing his tiny body and cock painted in your cum while his own release mixes with yours always makes you feel a bit dizzy too.

“cum all over me, mommy. make me yours~”

chenle: this boy is team swallow to the GRAVE! there’s just nothing more arousing than watching him take your cock to the hilt and seeing his plump lips stretch over your fake cock while he peers up at you. extra points if you grab him by the hair and fuck his throat nice and hard too. he absolutely loves giving you head (strap or not) and letting you take the lead. he also loves to please you and if that means being used like a toy he’s more than down! especially when you cum down his throat? yeah immediate heart eyes

“fuck…getting close lele…you gonna let mama cum down that tight little throat?”

“mhm! please fill my mouth up mama please.”

jisung: you guys both love seeing your cum all over his hands because it’s like…something straight out of a wet dream. his favorite in particular is when you two sit together and he jerks both of your cocks off using the same hand 🤭 watching his cock twitch against yours and his eyes flutter shut in pleasure always gets you close enough to fly over the edge. nothing is sexier to you than seeing your cum spill all over his hand and cock, making it extra messy :)

"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.

"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.

"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.

Everyone of them made mistakes sometimes, whether it was showing up late to practice for a whole week or being so late to an interview they had to get their makeup done in the car. Haechan and Jungwoo often misbehaved and knew the consequences of it. Actually, knowing what awaited them after behaving bad was why they did it in the first place. The biggest brats were 100% Haechan and Jungwoo. Sometimes Taeyong did small mistakes on purpose just for ____ to scold him. But he was mostly obedient and only chose to defy her when he was desperate for her attention (the attention that she always prioritized for the others). For the past month those three boys had gotten a taste of the consequences once a week. Every. Damn. Week. Except for one week when Haechan was feeling extra bad and got to taste it. Every. Damn. Day. Lucky him.

"Taeyong, you're the leader and you're supposed to set a good example for your members, right?" she stared at him sternly, giving him the chills.

"Yes, 누나," he answered looking innocent with his big eyes when he in reality was so excited.

"Yet you get dragged into troubles with Jungwoo instead of helping him correct himself," she spat.

"Yes, 누나."

"My office after this."

There it was. That sentence. The sentence he wanted to hear. She turned her attention away from Taeyong to Jungwoo, "You too, don't think I'm only gonna scold Taeyong because he's the leader. I didn't forget that you were involved too."

"Okay, 누나," Jungwoo smiled, excited for what was about to happen. Mark looked at Jungwoo a bit shocked. Why is he smiling? He like this? Why? Why does he and Taeyong like it when 누나 scolds them?

The members didn't know what they'd done but they assumed maybe dispatch had found them smoking or something.

"Haechan?" she said as she hadn't forgotten about him either.

"Yes, 누나," he answered with a cute tone and sent her an innocent smile, contrary to the thoughts clouding his head.

"Good job! You actually didn't act bad for once," she praised him with a tint of degradation — just how he liked it.

He kept eye contact with her and put his chin on his hands as an attempt to keep the innocent boy act, "Thank you, 누나."

Considering his nickname sometimes was Little Devil, he was very mischievous and not-so-much innocent. The fact that he didn't have anything to do with the misbehaving this time was mind-blowing to both her and the rest. But the fact that he had another plan in mind wouldn't be shocking to ____. But she would find out later.

"You guys — except for Taeyong and Jungwoo — can go to back to the dorms, I'm sorry you guys had to waste time here. Let this be a reminder that what one member does can affect the whole group. Anyway, have a nice day and see you tomorrow at six!" she waved them away.

Everyone except for the three left.

"Care to explain yourselves?" she asked the boys that were sat in front of her and crossed her arms.

✧ ✧ ✧

Mark was on his way to hide from SuperM or Dream or U schedules when he felt an arm around his waist. He turned his head to find a smiley Haechan. "How are you, 형?"

"Um, I'm good, but bored now because I was gonna watch Netflix with Jungwoo," he answered, oblivious to the younger's intentions with this not coincidental rendezvous.

"What if you don't need to be without him?"

The older's brows scrunched up in confusion, "Huh? What are you saying?"

"Have you ever wondered what happens in the office when Taeyong 형 or Jungwoo 형 or I have misbehaved?"

Now that Haechan mentioned it, Mark had never actually thought of that. He was too busy being an overworked angel that he hadn't even thought of why he was one. What could be so bad with misbehaving if they kept doing it?

"Here," the Little Devil said and extended out his hand, revealing a silver key.

"What's this?" the Little Angel questioned, eyeing the metallic object in front of him.

"It's the key to her office."

"And why do you have that?" Mark's mouth turned into an O, thinking the younger had taken it from her.

"She gave me this key since I visit her office so often," he beamed, threw it in the air and caught it as if the key were a symbol for luck. "She doesn't wanna bother bringing you guys into a small meetings every time I do something bad. So thoughtful."

Mark was shocked, "Do the other guys have keys too?"

The younger dramatically gasped and lightly hit the loser's shoulder, "No I only I have one," he whined.

He shook his head, "Here. Go and hide in the office and you'll see what goes on when 누나 takes us there."

The older stood still in a trance, not sure of what to do so the younger physically grabbed his hand and put the key in it.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm the only one who owns one of these and I don't like sharing!" Haechan said sassily and skipped away like a five-year-old.

Mark looked down at his palm. The key was shining. It was calling for him...and he chose to listen to its calls and follow the melody all the way to his favorite manager's office.

He started walking rapidly towards the place he'd only visited for normal reasons before. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this shit. But that didn't stop him from taking big steps towards the desired destination his curiosity had taken him to.

After dodging the attention of fellow members and trying not to stutter when greeting superior girl group members, he finally was standing in front of the shining wooden door, breath hitching. Fuck. Should I really do this?

"But 누나~" Taeyong's cute whining was heard from circa 30 meters away.

They were on their way to the office — and they were already so close! If Mark stayed in front of the door, he'd have to explain why he was there in the first place and if ____ caught a glimpse of the key in his hand she'd know what his true intentions were and never trust him the same way.

Therefore, he deemed the most logical solution to be to shove the key into the keyhole, turn it around, get in the office and hide fast. He closed the door and locked it after as he didn't want to leave a trace of his unplanned visit. He looked around the room and tried to find a decent hiding spot. There were no huge furnitures to hide behind like a true pervert so his only option was the most stupid and typical thing ever. Hide under a desk. It was like a ticket to hell.

"When am I gonna get my key, 누나?" Jungwoo whined loud enough to be heard from the other side of the closed door.

The sound of something hard being put into the hole alerted Mark that he didn't have much time left, having to choose between being caught and no longer being a Little Angel or decreasing the possibility of being caught and get info on why his best friends love being so bad.

He knew he had no other choice than to slide under the table and pray she wouldn't catch onto his not-so-angel-like act. They wouldn't be able to see him under there because of the wood covering the front. Hopefully ____ didn't choose to sit on the chair in front of it where she would see him, which is exactly where she normally would sit when Mark went to her office for a meeting...

"Yeah, 누나~ Haechan keeps bragging about his key~ It's unfair." Taeyong complained, whining like before but louder.

Click! And so, the door was unlocked. Mark felt his heart beating with each step he heard on the other side of the room. ____'s only response to the boys' complaints was one word: "Sit."

At that, Little Angel's heart dropped. Holy shi— But God decided to have mercy and save Mark from embarrassment for another time so instead of walking to the chair that was right by Mark, ____ walked to a big leather sofa that was in a corner on the other side of the room.

"Good boy, Taeyong," ____ said.

"Thank you, Mommy."

Mark's eyes grew bigger at that. Wait wha—

"Bitch, sit down," ____ said to Jungwoo.

Oh wow—

"Yes, Mommy," the boy did as he was told, taking a seat on the right side of her.

Mark blushed. How could they call her that word so normally, as if it were 누나 and not a kinky title? the innocent boy hiding under the table wondered. He was expecting her to scold them both for talking inappropriately with her. But instead, he heard a sentence that made his pants a bit tighter.

"Why have you boys been acting so naughty?"

Mark heard Taeyong apologize and say "I'm sorry, Mommy."

____ turned her gaze to the one she knew had started it all.

"Why did you touch yourself without Mommy's permission?"

Oh wow they are into some freaky shit, Mark thought, his breathing quickening.

"I wanted Mommy to touch me, but Mommy was busy," Jungwoo pouted.

"Then why did you make Taeyong touch you too?"

"Taeyongie wanted my cock."

Clap! Mark heard the sound of a high five.

____ had slapped Jungwoo (kinda lightly) across the face, "Use your manners."

"I'm sorry, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.

"It's Mistress when you're being a brat," she corrected him.

Mark gulped.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Jungwoo was turned on by the authority in her voice (he was such an easy slut).

Now Mark understood why Haechan acted bratty all the time. He just wanted her attention. The Little Angel didn't want to admit it, but he thought it was sexy. For the first time ever, he got the urge to do something bad so he could get in trouble with 누나 too. Or more like M-Mo... But he wasn't bold enough and he didn't know if he wanted to risk losing his reputation of being perfect either.

"Now can you explain why you two did this in the practice room? You could've gotten caught."

Jungwoo still kept strong eye contact, wanting to look like a brat, while Taeyong was looking at the floor ashamed.

"Imagine if Mark came in and saw you sucking Jungwoo's dick, Taeyongie."

Mark's ears perked up at hearing his name. Did he really come across as so innocent that he's used as the example of the worst possible person to witness a blowjob in a practice room? Damn. Wait omg does she think he's a vir—

"Or maybe you wanted something like that to happen," she continued.

Maybe the boys had a tingling feeling about seeing Mark non-pure for once. And he was always so obedient already surely he would be up for submitting to his partner right.

"He's too much of an angel to be here, Mommy," Taeyong said.

"Yeah, he is indeed a good boy."

His face faltered a little at her agreeing a little too enthusiastically, "But I'm a better boy though, right, Mommy?"

"Do good boys suck cock in practice rooms?"

"N-No, Mommy."

He felt the need to make himself look better for her.

"But Jungwoo is the bad boy!" he tried to defend himself.

"Yeah! I'm the bad boy who deserves a key!" Jungwoo agreed.

"So that's why you did it? To prove a point?" she started caressing his cheek gently this time.

"Mmm, yes, Mistress," he lowered his gaze, blushing at her tender touch.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

He did as said and looked her in the eyes. She slapped him. Not too hard, but hard enough to leave a slight sting. He moaned. Pain to him was like cats to a single lady.

"You wanted to be a bad boy for a key? Let's see if you're worthy of it."

He gulped. This was his chance. She turned her attention to Taeyong, who was getting impatient looking at them.

"And you, baby, did it because you wanted my attention or a key?"

"I wanted your attention, Mommy. But a key would be nice too," he answered honestly and pouted.

"You're getting spanked—"

A smile tugged at his lips at the victory.

"—by yourself."

The smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. He held her hand.

"But, M-Mommy, aren't you supposed to do it?" he asked, not wanting to question her, but at the same time wanting to question his ridiculous punishment.

"Do you want to get punished or not?"

"Yes, I do, Mommy," he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Oh how he wished he was getting spanked by her instead.

She ignored his sweet gesture and turned her attention back to the boy on her right, "Take off your pants, Jungwoo."

No matter how many times _____ had seen him naked, Jungwoo always had a few seconds of nerves before she'd see him again. Said boy's cheeks reddened slightly, and his hands shakily went down to unbuckle his belt. Mark did the same. He blushed and unbuckled his pants quietly until his hand could fit in them. It wasn't his fault that he was feeling turned on and like a 'bad boy'. What day was it today? Saturday? OK he can't skip going to church tomorrow after this.

_____ started stroking Taeyong's thigh with one hand to give him some affection before she'd give all of it to Jungwoo. "Remember our safe word?"

"Yes," they answered as they were undressing.

"What is it?"

"Red."

"Correct. Good job, both of you."

She looked at Taeyong, "Get naked you too, baby."

Said boy quickly took off his over-sized shirt and threw his bucket hat across the room, making Mark flinch as it landed two meters away from him. Jungwoo had decided to wear tight jeans today and he was now regretting it. The jeans perfectly showed off his curves, but it was the wrong idea to wear them on a day like this when he wanted them off as fast as possible. While Jungwoo awkwardly struggled, Taeyong decided to take off his baggy pants together with his underwear in a split second, kicking them to the side so nobody could trip on them.

In an instant Taeyong was on her lap, butt naked. "Mommy, can you please, please, please spank me?" he pleaded prettily and folded his arms behind her neck.

The two were only a few centimeters away from touching noses. Her hands made their way to his soft butt. He hummed in content. "Please, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.

She kneaded his ass slowly before slapping it loudly enough to send a wave of arousal to everybody in the room, including Mark. A short moan escaped his mouth at the harsh touch he fancied so much. Jungwoo was frustrated, he knew he was going to go to her office, yet he still decided to wear the damned jeans. He was supposed to be the centre of attention, not Taeyong.

Mark had started touching himself. He felt bad that it felt so good and didn't want to stop. He wondered if he wanted them to hear him misbehaving or if he wanted to remain as ____'s Little Angel but ultimately decided to go for the predictable route and just be quiet and never to be discovered as a pervert.

"Mommy, I want you so—" Taeyong whispered in her ear.

"Mistress, I'm ready for you," Jungwoo interrupted the attention thief as his annoying jeans were finally on the floor.

"Mommy~" the boy on her lap whined cutely.

"Get off, Babyboy," she ordered.

"But Mommy—"

"Now."

"Okay, Mommy," he groaned and, jealous, turned his head to Jungwoo.

Taeyong whined. The leather was cold against his ass, and he just wanted to sit or lay on Mommy's warm, soft lap and get spanked, was that too much to ask for?

Although Jungwoo had proved that he was a really bad boy already, he felt the need to try harder. "We don't need a condom," he said boldly.

"You're right, we don't need a condom. Ass up," ____ said.

Jungwoo's eyes got big, clearly not expecting that response. Without saying anything ____ got up and pulled off her clothes in front of him. She was wearing a strap-on (how the fuck it wasn't visible before was a mystery). He had never seen one in real life, so he didn't expect it to be that big.

"Ass up, Baby, or do I need to say it a third time?"

With a gulp he turned onto his covered abs and obeyed her.

"Go to the desk, Babyboy. I want to see you," she ordered Taeyong as her fingers teased Jungwoo's hole after she spat on it.

Taeyong obeyed, feeling sexy because she wanted to look him. Mark, on the other hand, was fucking panicking. He still hadn't cummed and he was afraid he would get caught. The desk was covered with a wall of wood on one side, so he wasn't afraid of being caught that way, instead he was afraid he'd get caught because of the sound of his wet dick.

Taeyong leaned against the desk and showed his hole off to Mommy. With an arched back he clenched and unclenched air for her. He wanted her to see how good he looked. He was smirking, knowing she was looking at him.

With confidence he spanked himself.

It didn't feel as good as when she did it, regardless he moaned. He wanted her to hear how sexy his moans were. The past times he had gotten spanked she had done it till he was tired and never given him a number of spanks he deserved, so he assumed that the same rule applied now when he was the one spanking himself. He kept on spanking himself and moaned after every one of them.

Taeyong hugged the armrest needily, wanting _____'s attention back.

"Mommy—"

"That's Mistress for you, brat," she quickly corrected him.

"Aren't you gonna punish me, Mistress?" he looked back at her.

She turned his head away from her and positioned herself behind him. He felt relieved that she was finally focusing on him and him only. Excitement filled his veins and his cock. It was so hard, wanting to be touched by her all week. He had even woken up hard this morning because of a dream he'd had about her. She positioned the tip of the strap by his entrance.

"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked him to make sure he was comfortable.

"Yes, Mistress. Just fuck me."

She didn't need to hear him say anything else to thrust into him. He whine long and loudly. His hole wasn't prepared for the big stretch but he wanted it rough; he wanted to be treated like the bad boy he had tried to be this week, and he wanted to be worthy of a key so she could fuck him every day like Haechan got the pleasure of. (a/n. we know that lube and prep is crucial but this is tumblr universe✌️)

Hearing how sensitive Jungwoo was made Mark go faster on his private part. ____ stayed inside to make him more accustomed to the strap since it was kind of big for a beginner, and she wasn't completely sadistic.

"Fuck me, Mistress," he whined into the armrest of the couch.

She went in deeper, and Jungwoo couldn't help but omit light moans he would be embarrassed to let out in front of Taeyong if he weren't so desperate for this punishment.

"Mommy!" Taeyong moaned out to try to get _____'s attention back. It worked. She looked at Taeyong, admiring his figure pretty butt and tattoos that decorated his skin.

"Mistress, fuck me h-harder," Jungwoo didn't want a second of her attention to be away from him. Fuck Taeyong. (Not literally tho) Her attention was back at the boy in front of her.

"Tell me when I get too rough, Baby."

And that was the only sentence she said before ramming his hole. Her thrusts were so powerful and left him open-mouthed. His eyes were closed, and his back was arched at the pleasure he'd never felt before. He really didn't want to moan and sound like a slut like Taeyong. But the new feeling inside was making it hard for him. She didn't go easy on him. His first time being pegged was going to be memorable and she was going to make sure of it.

"Oh God, Mistress," he whimpered, holding back a slutty moan that nearly escaped.

The sounds of skin-slapping and lewdness made Mark determined to hold back his orgasm until any of the others were going to so he could cum with them. Refraining from orgasming was what he thought would be the closest he'd ever get to being punished by ___. Oh shit he was not innocent at all.

Taeyong was shamefully moaning as he slapped his ass cheeks. His high-pitched moans were littering the air, but it was like music to Mommy, so he kept on moaning.

"Mistress," Jungwoo kept whimpering out over and over again.

"Don't be shy, Baby. I want to hear you," she encouraged him to let go and be free, aware that he was holding back.

"M-Mistress— Mmmhm." It was hard holding back everything when she was fucking into him mercilessly, so he let go and moaned loudly. That motivated her to go harder and to find his most sensitive part. She gripped his hips to the point where they would leave bruises. And he was more than happy about that. Taeyong wished he could be bruised by Mommy too.

"Mistress! Oh my—" he cried out.

She adjusted the strap in a different angle and felt him tense up. She had found the bundle of nerves she was searching for. His moans couldn't be held back. The loud moans made it harder for Mark to not cum. Who knew his Netflix binging partner had such pretty moans

_____ rammed Jungwoo in the same angle as fast as she could to make him scream her name. He arched his back deliciously, mouth agape. How could he not when he was being fucked so damn good? The way he moaned 'Mistress' sounded like a vulgar whine from cheap porn CDs that were popular in the '80s. Her name became a chant and pushed both of them closer to their brink. His hair was sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat were covering the rest of his body. She pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his neck soothingly.

"Do you want to cum, Baby?" she asked gently in his ear.

"Yes, please, Mommy," he whimpered back as an answer.

Mistress was her title when any one of her boys was being a brat, but right now it didn't matter; he was so fucked out he didn't even notice he started calling her Mommy instead of Mistress.

"Cum for me, Baby."

Jungwoo came with a lewd moan and made a mess on the now-warm couch and Mark came into his hand and bit his lower lip to prevent any dirty sound from exposing his presence. He was so happy to cum when he heard Mommy's permission although it was meant for Jungwoo and not him.

"Thank you, Mommy," Jungwoo breathed out and plopped on the armrest, exhausted. She placed many kisses on the side of his face, keeping the strap inside him for a little more. He whimpered as ______ emptied Jungwoo's ass, but quickly went back to resting after she massaged his cheeks for a little more.

"Mommy!"

______ looked back at the desk and saw how Taeyong was still spanking himself, almost crying. Babyboy's cheeks were red and hot because of it.

"You're such a good boy; so obedient. You can stop now, Baby," she praised him as she made her way to him.

"Only for you, Mommy," he said and turned around, placing his red butt on the edge as he leaned back with his hands.

"You deserve a reward, Babyboy."

"I want Mommy to tie me, please," he smiled.

"What a good boy wants he can get," she went back to the couch to get Jungwoo's belt.

Taeyong's eyes brightened up at the sight of it. He brought his hands out for her to tie. "Such a good boy, Taeyong," she praised him.

She tied his wrists together tightly with the belt. She knew how much he liked them tight since he once complained that she probably could fit in one finger between the tie and his wrist so she tied his hands tightly.

Normally Taeyong is not jealous at all as he's mature and very secure in his skin but since he was used to being such a good boy — or a bad boy who takes punishments well — he never thought any of the other guys were competition. But he noticed the way she talked about Mark was in such a different way and that made him a bit needier for her attention and praise than usual... which is why he said, "Better than Mark, right, Mommy?"

As Mark was calming down after his orgasm his focus was solely on what she'd say. He wanted, more than anything in that moment, to know if he really was her best boy. ______ giggled instead of answering Taeyong's question, making his smile falter a little at her non-answer while Mark's smile grew. In a few seconds, however, Taeyong's smile was back as he knew exactly how to prove he was a gooder boy than Mark.

"Mommy, since I sucked Jungwoo, can I get sucked off too?" he asked softly.

"Since you've been such a good boy, of course. Sit down, Babyboy."

That's when Taeyong dragged out the chair to the desk with his tied wrists, startling the Little Angel.

"I want to be sucked by Mark," he said as if Mark hadn't secretly been hiding under the desk all along.

Taeyong had known he was under there ever since the moment he moaned out 'Mommy' for the first time. How? He knew what Mark sounded like when he masturbated, he lived in the room next to his after all. ______ made her way around the desk and smirked, "Who do we have here?"

"I told you I'm Mommy's goodest boy," Taeyong said and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"누— 누나... I-I can explain—" he stuttered as he tried to think of a justification for his actions.

"How did you get in?"

He couldn't act like he was an angel anymore. "Uhm, Haechan gave me a key."

"Thank you for telling me. Tell him to come to my office after this."

Mark gulped and looked down at the ground.

"Can you suck me, please, Markie?"

Haechan indeed was a little devil and his plan worked. That was the quality a boy bad enough to be worthy of a key. Now Haechan would get the worst punishment.

Lucky him.

Come a little closer, bend over and make yourself shorter (ooh)

Don't pay attention to anything else

Focus on my voice )

It was another hot day in Miami, at 80 degrees Fahrenheit. 

You ignored the heat and instead chose to wait to meet your new roommate. You lived with roommates often, but they never lasted long. Either they pissed you off, or you pissed them off. Frat boys, sorority girls, you'd roomed with them all. 

Many of these people were, well, less than pleasant. Of course, you couldn't help but be worried about who'd you meet this time. Despite your lively persona and tendency to party like crazy, you were still lazy. Whenever you had a roommate, a friend arranged it. 

ding

You ran to the door, nearly slipping on the way there. 

So you opened the door, and what you saw couldn't be better.

There stood a pretty boy with prominent cheekbones, seemingly flawless skin, and the brightest eyes you had ever seen. 

His hair is so fluffy looking-

"Holy shit, you're tall."

You gazed down at him, giggling. "Mark Lee, right?" 

He nodded, cocking his head to the side. "And you're Y/n?" "Here I am!" 

It all happened so quickly; You intertwined your hand with his, pulling him into the apartment. In that split second, you missed his flustered expression, blushing as he looked down at your hand. 

After a quick introduction and a small tour, Mark had gone to unpack. 

This one was going to be fun.

You didn’t even realize how close he had got to you, but he now stood in front of you, towering over you.

“I can’t take it any more.”

“Take what?” you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.

It took a lot from you to pretend that you didn’t notice his choice of words. In reality, the memory of his hungry expression mere seconds before he had kissed you broke the surface of your mind almost immediately, causing your pulse to speed up slightly. Suddenly you remembered everything about that moment as if it was barely yesterday that the situation had taken place.

“I–I can’t stop thinking about you, about your, well, your touch. You’re appearing even in my dreams,” Mark said, practically stumbling over his words, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.

You calmly placed your cup back on the table, making sure that it wouldn’t get in your way in the near future.

“And what exactly am I doing in them?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a smile.

He was standing just a touch away from you.

“Do I touch you?”

“Yes,” Mark breathed out quietly, his darkened expression telling you everything you needed to know about those dreams.

That fact, however, didn’t mean that you’d let such a perfect occasion slip away.

“Where?” you hummed, tugging on the blanket strongly enough for it to drop onto the floor.

“It always starts from the moment I’m sitting on your lap,” he answered in a hoarse voice, his eyes glued to your lips hungrily.

A surprised gasp left his lips as you grabbed him by the waist, and drew him towards you – exactly onto your lap. Due to his dumbfoundedness it wasn’t the most graceful move you had ever pulled on someone, but Mark adapted quickly, setting on your lap comfortably just like the last time.

“Like that?” you murmured, your hands slowly caressing his clothed thighs.

“Yeah, but in my dreams, you also undress me.”

You raised a brow, clearly amused by his shameless behaviour, but you’d lie if you said that you didn’t like it. Staring right into his eyes, you grabbed the hem of his, or rather yours, hoodie and started to slowly lift it up. You found that incredibly sexy that not only he was wearing your clothes, but you were also the one who was about to take them off of him.

“It’s starting rather nicely, doesn’t it,” you mused, swiftly pulling the thick fabric over his head.

Mark nodded with a small smile, the flush on his cheeks deepening in shade as you shamelessly stared at his nicely muscled arms and chest, noting the prominent collarbones, and unblemished skin that practically begged to be marked once again.

“Aren’t you gorgeous,” you sighed, your hands moving up and down his sides a few times before they started to wander over his shoulders and biceps.

It occurred to you that all this time you had seen him as just a boy: Mark had a great personality, really, but he was acting like an insecure boy that wanted to please everyone no matter what, which didn’t sit well with you. Now, however, on your lap was sitting a man, not a boy. A man who, even thought visibly flustered, was confident and determined, a little selfish even, a man who was not afraid to go for something he wanted. You weren’t going to lie – you liked that development quite a lot.

“Look who’s talking,” he answered smoothly, taking one of your hands into his bigger one and placing it on his chest.

“You’re literally making my heart race.”

His rapid heartbeat took you by surprise, but it felt strangely pleasing to know how his body reacts to you. As you were thinking about it, a sinful thought suddenly appeared in your mind.

“Seems like your heart’s pumping a lot of blood right now,” you said lazily, a mischievous tone in your voice.

It took him a moment to get what you were referring to, but when he finally did, he hung his head low, clearly flustered by the implication. After all, his sweats did nothing to hide the already prominent bulge, so you were obviously teasing him.

“Well, it’s not like you’re wrong,” he managed to say in an incredibly embarrassed voice.

If asked, Mark wouldn’t be able to explain why exactly he was reacting like that, but he suspected it was because of you: the way you spoke, the way you were touching him, the way you were looking at him. He often pondered over such turn of events in the seclusion of his bedroom, but it didn’t really occur to him how much of an impact your mere presence would have on him if his fantasies became reality.

“As much as I want to see you naked, there’s something I need to do first,” you said with a smile that made a shiver of excitement run down his spine.

When your lips landed on the skin just beneath his jaw, Mark instinctively threw his head back. One of your arms circled his waist, as the other slipped between your bodies to massage his stiffened cock. Your fingers cupped him through the fabric of his sweats, careful not to hurt him as you started to move your hand along his clothed shaft.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Mark moaned, feeling your lips moving down his neck, undoubtedly leaving more or less visible marks behind.

The way he choked out your name when the tip of your tongue traced the shape of his Adam’s apple made your core clench deliciously. Those soft noises he was making, his cock getting harder by the second under your ministrations, his soft skin that tasted so sweetly on your lips – your body was on fire, and it was all because of him. Mark Lee was driving you crazy.

“Good god, the sounds you’re making make me even more aroused,” you sighed, peppering his collarbones with open-mouthed kisses.

Mark let out a quiet chuckle, hearing your words.

“Well, that’s because you’re making me feel so damn good, and I can’t control myself around you,” he said, throwing his arms around your neck, his lips connecting with yours mere seconds later.

The kiss wasn’t a gentle one, no, it was hungry, aggressive even, full of desire that both of you tried to contain for the past few months. When you bit on his lower lip, he instinctively opened his mouth, giving you the chance to slip your tongue inside. When you were planning a peaceful evening for yourself a few hours ago, you certainly wouldn’t have guessed that you’ll end up with a half-naked man squirming on your lap.

“Honestly, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you chuckled, sucking on his lower lip to earn a sweet moan from him.

“We’re literally just making out, and my pussy’s so fucking wet right now, Jesus.”

“Should I lick it clean then?” he panted out with a smile, placing a sweet peck on your cheek.

His offer took you by surprise, and for a moment you simply couldn’t utter a single word – did he just ask to eat you out, or was it your wishful thinking?

“Oh god, please, forget that I said that,” he mumbled quickly, clearly misinterpreting your momentary silence.

“No,” you shook your head firmly, your voice hoarse to the point where you could barely recognize it.

One of your hands possessively caressed his hipbone through the fabric of his sweats, the other rubbed his thigh in a similar manner. You could feel the shiver that ran through his body, the way his breath speed up slightly when he heard the tone of your voice – he was so deliciously responsive.

“If you think that I’d pass on such an occasion, you’re wrong, Mark.”

“Am I?” he asked, dumbfounded for some reason.

“Surely. I can’t wait to see that handsome face all shiny from my cum, you see.”

Mark swallowed thickly at your answer.

“Now, you’re going to stand up, my love, and kneel in front of me,” you commanded with a soft smile playing on your lips.

There was no doubt that Mark Lee changed a lot during the last few years, but his need to please those he cherished remained all the same. The way he followed your orders, oh, so naturally, made your head spin – it was absolutely delightful.

“Damn, you look so good on your knees, did you know that?” you chuckled, standing up unhurriedly.

You slid down your sweats along with the underwear in one swift motion, and kicked it somewhere to the side. Your fingers quickly found their way into his thick locks: caressing his hair gently at first, only to grab a handful of it and tug harshly a moment later.

“Fuck, harder, please,” he groaned, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“Cute,” you commented, his behaviour making you feel even more impatient than you already were.

He’s looking up at you when his tongue slowly parted your folds, skilfully licking and sucking on them for some time before he started to tease your entrance.

“Don’t tease me,” you murmured in a cautionary tone, your hips bucking into his face instinctively.

Mark let out a soft moan when you rubbed your pussy against his lips and nose, the tip of his tongue finally slipping inside you. His hands massaged your thighs, moving to squeeze your butt from time to time, as he licked your pussy like a starved man.

“I like your taste,” he groaned, the low sound resonating in your body.

“And I like it when you taste me,” you hummed, soft whines escaping your lips here and there as he started to place open-mouthed kisses all over your lower lips.

Maybe that’s why you moaned loudly out of sheer surprise when he sucked strongly on your clit. Thankfully, it was already swollen enough for the stimulation to feel good, but you simply didn’t expect that move from him. You weren’t going to complain, though.

“Honestly, I, fuck, I can’t tell if I’m getting close already because you’re so, so fucking talented with your tongue, or I was long gone, ummm, even before you offered to eat me out,” you panted out with a quiet chuckle, at this point just instinctively rubbing your crotch against his face, especially against the tips of his nose.

“Why not both,” Mark answered in a smug tone of voice, his hands firmly holding the back of your thighs as he happily lapped on your labia.

Your legs started to shake not too long after, the tiredness you felt a couple of hours before finally catching on with your body. You could feel the orgasm approaching: it was coming closer and closer, the tension in your body increasing slowly but surely.

“Fuck,” you sighed softly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

Your skin felt too tight, too hot, but at the same time you felt completely boneless as your legs were close to giving up underneath you. His hands rubbed the skin of your thighs tenderly, making you feel strangely calm: you were glad for his unspoken support, knowing that he won’t move away until you’re ready.

“That was one fucking orgasm,” you finally said, your fingers raking through his tangled locks.

“I can tell,” he answered, looking up at you to show off his cum-covered face.

“Give me a moment, and I’m gonna thank you for it.”

“No need for that,” Mark murmured, bashfully looking away.

Taking a better look at his crotch, you noticed a dark stain on the fabric.

“At this rate, I’m going to be ready for another round in a matter of minutes,” you laughed out loud, bending forward to press a kiss to his sticky lips.

“If you cum like that just from playing with my pussy a little, then I’m curious what would happen if I took interest directly in your cock.”

Mark swallowed, hearing the mischievous note in your voice – he was in for a long ass ride. Not that he complained, of course.

The first time you had sex together was magical. You had never thought there was a way to fall in love with him more, but he loved to prove you wrong, and you found yourself enamored with the sight of him in this state even more. The way his jaw goes slack when you touch him. The sounds he lets out when you tease him for too long. The desperate look in his eye when he really wants to earn it. You couldn't be blamed for wanting to give him everything in those moments. It was just what he deserved.

You found yourself discovering a new side of yourself too, one that came out only with him. It was a cruel sort of sweetness. When you and Mark were together, you couldn't help but want to give him everything and nothing at the same time, to want to see how blissed out he got after being teased for hours on end, to be so so sweet to him after he finally earned your touch.

It's a maddening experience for Mark, but he couldn't ever ask for more. He loves the way you switch from being so kind to being so mean at a speed that makes his head spin. All he ever wants to do is please you and touch you and for it to never end.

But his mistake was telling you that.

He's withering under your touch, tongue buried in your folds as you grip his dick in your hand. The game is simple; he gets granted his orgasm once he's successfully gotten you off. It's rules that he's used to following, but that doesn't make it any easier for him to focus on you pleasure when you're touching him like that. You have one hand wrapped around him, stroking him firmly while the other hand ghosts along his stomach. The muscles flutter under your fingertips, and you love the sight as he arches into your movements.

You can't help but moan out at the way Mark is moving against you, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue against your most sensitive areas. His moans join yours as you jerk him off, and the added vibrations of his noises just serves to heighten your experience.

It doesn't take long for you to cum at all, not with the way he's groaning against your core and the way he's sucking on your bundle of nerves and the way his dick is twitching in your hand. He helps you ride through it, more concerned about extending your pleasure than even coming up for air.

You move away from his mouth and he gasps softly, allowing his lungs to fill as he looks at you adoringly. His face is shiny with your release, and he looks up at you with glowy, desperate eyes.

"You're so good to me, Mark," you praise, leaning down to place kisses all along his thighs as you continue jerking him off, and with the way he's squirming under you, you know it won't be long at all before he cums, too.

"Thank you," he breathes out, the words coming out fast and breathy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Of course," you reply. "Nothing makes me happier than making you feel good."

He smiles, but it only stays on his face for a moment before it morphs into a moan as you twist your wrist around him. His eyes flutter shut at the action, and he reaches out until he finds your free hand to hold.

"Oh my God," he groans. "Gonna cum soon, gonna cum soon."

"Yeah?" You ask, and you love the way he nods, eyes squeezed shut as his head jerks up and down hard.

"You're so pretty when you cum," you inform him.

His eyes blink open at that, as if he can hear the mischief and far off quality to your voice as you speak.

"I am?" He questions between deep breaths, and you smile down at him.

"You are. I'm so glad I'm the only person who gets to see you like that. It makes me wanna touch you forever."

He gulps, and you know he's figured you out.

"Forever?" He asks, gasping as you double the speed of your hand against him without warning. When he speaks again, his words and slurred and high pitched, coming out fast and muffled by a whine.

"That's a long time."

"I know."

It's your words, a cruel threat masked by sugary sweetness, that sets him off. He cums with a cry, jerking up into your hand as ribbons of white land all over his stomach and your hand, and your pace slows down as you help ease him through it.

But his fears come true when you don't stop.

He writhes under you, squeezing your hand hard between his fingers as he struggles to catch a breath. His moans are broken, high pitched whimpers as he stares at you with big eyes.

"Oh my God, oh my God," he cries, and he doesn't know if he wants to move into or away from your touch. All he knows is how overwhelming it is.

"My good boy," you say softly. "I wanna make you feel good. Over and over again. Can you take it?"

"Yes," he sobs out, tears falling from his eyes as the feeling reaches new heights. "It's just so much."

"I know, baby," you coo, showering him with praise and encouragements as you use his own cum to help work him up to another orgasm, and you're addicted to the way he shakes and gasps through the pleasure. He's way beyond the point of coherent thought, and all he can do is moan your name as he barrels towards the edge again.

You lean forward, placing a kiss on his lips and then onto his forehead, and you pull your hand away from his so it can come up to caress his cheek. Your voice is soft as you whisper to him.

"I want you to do something for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

“Say my name over and over again, and when you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.”

He doesn't disappoint, crying your name over and over like a prayer as he threatens to cum again. He didn't know it was possible to feel this much pleasure, to be so all consumed for by the feeling that he can't even think of anything else but your name, but he should've known better.

When he cums again, he does exactly as you ask, screaming your name so loud that he can't help but think that his friends back in Canada must've heard him. And when he falls asleep in your arms once you finish cleaning him up, he's not sure if he's ever slept that hard.

You stay up though, staring at his beautiful, peaceful face as you think about how lucky you got. It couldn't be helped that you would wanna play with him like that. When he looks this gorgeous, you really can't help but think about teasing him forever, sleeping next to him forever, just being with him forever.

And he's right. Forever is a long time, but as you fall asleep, you can't help but think that forever would be incredible with Mark Lee by your side.

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