while playing charades and going in circles, you thought it was funny how jaehyun always lost to the rest of the guys. you laughed brightly as you watched the play squabble between yuta and taeyong, who, as usual, divided one remaining brain cell into two, leaning back on your boyfriend’s!mark chest.
those yummy cheese balls remained sticky on the front teeth, and cola eaten away the food debris. the evening seemed to last forever. cubes and chips on cardboard board games were scattered all over the coffee table, on which haechab confidently threw his legs, after listening to a reprimand from doyoung.
mark’s hand slipped into your hoodie pocket, his palm rested in the navel, with his fingertips lightly brushing through the fabric of the ropes from satin home shorts. goosebumps ran from sharp touches, and you cringed a little, turning your head slightly to the left side, looking at the frozen grimace on minhyung’s face with a peripheral vision. he just laughed carelessly, watching the guys, and then, noticing your riveted attention on himself, lightly kissing his temple, with such a gesture assuring him to relax.
relax, but not for long. mark’s slippery and tricky hand crawled out of his pocket, stealthily creeping on your fingers under your hoodie, striking with a burning touch on the cold skin in the solar plexus area. it was as if the wheel of fortune smiled at the brand, because you didn’t wear a bra tonight, as there was enough of a huge and a little baggy hoodie. the thumb and forefinger rests on your nipple, pinching slightly, which makes you twitch and hiss under you. then the guy held the nipple between his fingers, slightly playing and swaying, finally exciting thanks to his actions. you grip mark’s thigh gently, squeezing the insides, trying to warn him that you are surrounded by other guys, but minhyung doesn't seem to care at all.
he deftly leads down, untie the bow on the shorts, taking advantage of your position in the form of a constant choice of oversized clothes. mark rubs the fabric of your cotton panties through which he feels the incoming moisture. you press your lower lip under you, not showing it, until the mark's finger lingered on your clit, pinching it, making you shiver. you cover your eyes languidly, and mark grins as he pulls back the fabric of your panties and plays with two fingers near your entrance, running in a circle, making you feel feverish.
“mark, stop immediately” you whisper to him, but mark takes it only as a request to enter you, which he does.
you’re sitting in a room full of people, and your boyfriend is fucking you with two fingers, tucking his fingers from the inside and driving in deeper, making you want to sit on them.
everything would be fine if minhyung after a while did not come out of you, after licking his fingers. it seems that something worse awaited you. or better?
“what the hell was that, mark?” you will ask a question when you are left alone in an empty dark room, whereis no one but you both.
mark only grins a little maniacally, and then clicks the door to the lock, turning back to face you.
and you didn't hear at all.
“sit on my face, y/n. i always wanted to lick you up, watching you cum right on my tongue, whimpering and begging to speed up”.
mark has never been this dirty talker. most likely, he has always been a gentle dominant, but definitely not like this, no. you were still standing in a stupor until mark clicked his tongue, pulling you to his waist, kissing you confidently. the guy knocks you down on the bed, along the way stroking the inner thigh, which makes you smack your lips sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss, but apparently today this is not what mark wanted.
pulling off your shorts along with your underwear, mark spreads your legs, looking at the slightly sparkling discharge, which means only that you are rather wet from just silly and classic caresses.
“already so wet. i can't wait to taste you”.
mark gently kisses you on the pubis, tongue leading to the clit, smacking it, and then asks you to rise, holding you by the hips, in order to place you like a queen on the throne (crossed out. on his face).
in the second, as his nimble tongue begins to caress your sultry pussy, it seems that the world around you has stopped. mark gently licks the clit, biting it a little with his lips, but tries not to hurt it by teeth in any way. you look down at mark's focused face: his eyes are closed, his fluffy eyelashes tremble a little, the tip of his nose rests slightly on your pubis, and a skillful rapper's mouth is busy.
mark slows down, carefully licking your clit as if enjoying a dish. his tongue gently leads to the entrance to your vagina, and with his fingers he spreads the labia in order to enter your narrow pink hole with a long and thin tongue.
as soon as you feel a certain fullness inside yourself, being fucked by the tongue of your boyfriend, you sob, grabbing your hands on both sides of his face, starting to set the pace yourself, thus fucking his face.
“baby, you can safely fuck my mouth, don't stop”, minhyung pulls away just to say, and then dives back, while you boldly accelerate, feeling the awakening rush of orgasm.
“mark, i-i”, you grab the back of the guy's head, groping for him with one hand, pressing, so that he took deeper until you cum.
and if you thought mark was a gentle dominant, now he looked like a natural sub, allowing you to cum right on his face, juices dripping down his mouth, while he was sucking your clit again, loving the idea of licking your sweet cunt.
catching your breath, you gently slide, looking with a certain love at minhyung, who, apparently, does not mind doing this again.
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