🌜Pairing🌛: Mark Lee and f-reader
🌜Summery🌛: smut, Dom/sub, fluff, minor angst, overstim, fingering, oral (f receiving),exhibitionism, being caught, masturabation,,,,He’s not angry(^｡^)
I’m sorry this took so long for whoever requested it, I hope you like it and I hope you’re still here...but anyway thank you for requesting💛
You could hear the boys from inside your bedroom, their screams bouncing off of the walls, swear words thrown everywhere. Funny what Mario kart could do.
You expected mark to walk straight through the door any second now, after your little charade anyway. You knew what you were doing when you sat on the floor infront of the tv, knowing the boys could see you. Your skirt risen up on your hips, showing your thighs off, which where cladded by thigh highs. Your lips wrapped around the green popsicle, sucking seductively at the sweet nectar. You had everyone’s eyes on you, left haechan stuttering after you gave him the rest of your ice pop, placing a kiss to his cheek.
You pushed your head further into the pillows, your fingers doing wonders on your little nub, small whines leaving you. You had soaked straight through your panties, filthiest thoughts running through that pretty little brain of yours.
You moved your fingers down your lips, coating them in your juices, before pushing your middle finger into yourself. A loud gasp erupted from you as you began to quickly pump, fucking yourself.
You tried to get deeper, hitting that spot that had your whole body shaking, making sickly sweet noises leave your lips. They could all definitely hear you, it’s just a matter of time before someone comes in and does something about it. And you definitely know who.
“So this is why you were trying to catch my attention huh” speak of the devil, you turned your head to the door, mark standing there with a small smirk on his lips. Your eyes grazed his body, up and down. Even though he was just wearing shorts and a shirt, he looked amazing.
You didn’t stop your actions, you just pushed your head back and continued to work on yourself. Feeling the tingles of pleasure run up your back.
“Why don’t I help you sweetheart Hm?” You didn’t say a word, you just smiled and nodded. Pushing your thighs further apart, feeling him climb onto the bed. You move your hands away, staring down at him as you feel his hands wrap around your thighs. His eyes connected to yours as he pulls you closer to his face. His tongue poking out to run over your lips, a satisfied hum leaving him. “Well don’t you taste sweet, fits your name doesn’t it?”
You just nodded, but he wanted your words. You gasped as you felt a slap to your sensitive clit, your body jolting forward. “Yes, cause I’m your sweetheart”. He was pleased with your answer as he delved in, his tongue running over your jewel, sucking it in between his lips. Whines and whimpers spilling from you, just like your juices.
Your hands running down to grip his hair, that felt amazing between your fingers. You pulled, harder and harder each time. Enjoying the way you heard his little growls.
You felt your high coming closer, your hips rocking into his face to chase it. Your moans gradually growing louder as you feel yourself push over the edge. Words spurring from your lips, your hands pushing at his head as he continued on. Drinking up your juices like it was his first drink he had in a while.
“Fuck Ple-ase I can’t take it mark” you squeal, trying your hardest to move away, even though you really didn’t want to. The intense pleasure running through your body, you couldn’t take it.
It was like your orgasm came spiralling quicker this time, you felt tears gather in your eyes, making the mascara you were wearing run down your heatened cheeks.
You felt his fingers push into you, continuously pressing at that spot, that had you weak. You felt like you were about to burst, you gasped for air as your orgasm came crashing down. Your whole body moving erratically, just like your breathing.
You expected him to pull away as he heard your pleas but nope, you tortured him so he’s gonna torture you. In the best way.
“ one more for me sweetheart”
