Hi! I don’t want to say I’m back since I haven’t completed anything yet (I’m still trying), but! I hope you’ve been doing well and I’m sorry about the long wait!
Warnings: slight (kinda large) mark/haechan interaction. Your boyfriend, Mark, thinks sharing is caring (lets his bestfriend do his girlfriend to make him feel better). 4k words, unedited. Mark/Reader/Haechan.
“You don’t have to put clothes on, it’s just Donghyuck,” Mark says, waving his hand.
You pause your search for something more decent than your outfit of a huge t-shirt and panties. Friday nights usually entailed binging a new show and pigging out on pizza with Mark until you two were too tired to keep your eyes open.
Donghyuck’s been invited over more and more recently though. He had a bad break up a little over a month ago. He hadn’t even seen it coming, from what Mark told you. And Mark’s told you a lot.
“Just Donghyuck?” you question, shutting your drawer.
He blinks at you, shrugging. “I just want you to be comfortable around him is all. It’s our place.”
You could say after two years of dating Mark you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with Donghyuck. They’re childhood best friends. Their parents live next door to each other to this day. They’ve got matching scars on their knees. They even laugh the same sometimes. This doesn’t mean you’ve made it a habit of not at least wearing shorts underneath your knee length t-shirts even if you’re not wearing a bra when Donghyuck, or any of Mark’s friends, comes around.
Mark’s a good boyfriend, awesome actually, but he’s a really good best friend, too. But lately, he’s been more than encouraging about you being able to walk around freely in your home, no matter if Donghyuck is here. It was cool at first, but it’s been weighing on you recently.
Last Friday, Mark had gotten you flat on your bed after your shower, was about balls deep inside of you, and a minute away from giving both of you one of the quickest orgasms the two of you had gotten all week, when his phone started vibrating. It’s Donghyuck, Mark breathed before he picked up the phone, like it was supposed to make it any better. It wasn’t the first time Mark had taken a call in the middle of sex but it was the first time he’d been so obvious about what the two of you were doing during it.
Tilting the receiver away from where he was panting hard into your mouth couldn’t have been enough for Donghyuck not to know what was happening, but he and Mark had a conversation about what beer he should buy before coming upstairs, like Mark wasn’t five seconds away from coming.
It’s alright. Me and Donghyuck, Mark said against your lips after he hung up, his pelvis mashing against your clit, we share everything, babe.
Does that mean you wanna share me too? You asked him. Mark’s wide eyes were still staring into yours as he came inside you with a thin exhale. He never gave you an answer but you knew it was more true than even Mark understood.
“That’s him,” Mark says when the doorbell goes off, Donghyuck smashing it like he always does. Mark looks you up and down. “Come out like that, I’m okay with it.”
He leaves you in the room with that.
…
Donghyuck’s a good friend too. He buys Mark’s favorite beer and your favorite snacks and he cooks even if he doesn’t crash on the couch. He’s tried not to mope too much about his break up in front of you, but you could hear him murmuring about it with Mark in the kitchen while he cooked some nights, his soft voice carrying over the sizzle of the pan.
Tonight is different. Donghyuck brings the beer and the snacks and he cooks, but you catch Mark whispering in his ear at the dinner table after you get a couple of cups from the overhead cabinet, Donghyuck’s eyes just flitting away from your back when you turn around. There’s less of their usual banter at the table, their eyes meeting for longer, at a standstill about something you’re not privy to.
On the couch, the only light coming from the tv, things are a little better.
You’ve got your toes tucked underneath Donghyuck’s thighs, a blanket draped across your folded up knees, leaning back into Mark’s side. It’s comfortably warm between them. They’ve been laughing some at the movie at least. It’s not how they might be overdoing it normally, slapping each other over or around you at something not that funny, or disregarding the movie for their own jokes, or crowding around you during a horror movie.
Mark seems cozy this far into the comedy you put on, one of his hands resting on your sternum, thumb brushing the base of your throat or your chin unconsciously from time to time. When you look over at Donghyuck he’s got his arms crossed, hood up over his mussed hair, thighs politely spread. Not his usual space-hogging.
You noticed a long time ago, how pretty Donghyuck is. It’s hard not to clock it. The soft slope of his nose balanced out by the pout of his lips, the bored set of his eyes from the side. He and Mark can go toe-to-toe in the looks department. Donghyuck double takes when he catches you looking, smiling gently at you before he turns back towards the tv.
It’s then that Mark’s hand slowly slips away from the loose grip it had around your throat, skimming over your sternum, fingers dipping in the space between your breasts. It could’ve been an accident if he didn’t linger. And if he didn’t keep doing it; the weight of his hand getting heavier with each pass, your nipples hardening underneath your t-shirt from the anticipation. Mark’s started off slow plenty of times, acting sly to get in your pants when he doesn’t even have to ask. It would be fine, more than welcome, if Donghyuck wasn’t sitting right there, staring hard at the tv.
“Mark,” you whisper harshly, louder than you meant to, when Mark tries to sneak his hand down the neck of your shirt.
Donghyuck is still, arms crossed, his thighs tense where your toes are beneath them, jaw bunching with the clench of his teeth as he looks straight ahead. No matter how low your voice, he would’ve heard you. He could clearly see Mark trying to cop a feel from his periphery, although he’d given no real indication besides trying to act like he couldn’t. The thought of him willing to sit there while the two of you continue—it has your clit bleeding a druggy pulse to the rest of your cunt.
It’s like Mark knows this, leaning down to your ear where your head has slid down near his armpit.
“C’mon, he hasn’t gotten any in a minute, babe,” Mark says, voice raspy with faux concern. “You could help him out.”
Donghyuck grows more tense, if possible, shoulders drawing up towards his ears when your eyes flick towards him. But he says nothing. When you look up at Mark, his eyes are already glassy in the dark, parted lips glossed by the light of the tv. This is what Mark must’ve whispered to him about earlier. Or who knows how long this has been an idea for them.
The blanket covering your knees begins to slip away, the fuzziness tickling your legs. Mark’s still watching you, giving you those big, moony eyes, like he’s begging you to do Donghyuck a lifesaving favor. It sends your heart thumping in your chest, that the favor would be letting Donghyuck have you in whatever way Mark lets him.
Like you said, Donghyuck’s a good friend to Mark. And he’s easy on the eyes.
You face away again and snuggle back into him slightly. Mark’s fist drags the blanket off of you gently and drapes it over the back of the couch, leaving your legs exposed. Your calves don’t do much to shield your underwear, bent knees pressing together at the fresh air brushing over them. Mark doesn’t seem to want them to, fingertips dimpling the fat at the inner junction of one of your knees as he spreads it out.
“Just relax, baby,” Mark says, rubbing four fingers over your pussy through your panties, making you light up warm, whimpering a little.
You catch Donghyuck trying, and failing, not to look at the valley of your cunt through your panties, nose flaring as Mark’s thumb circles your clit, making the shape of it obvious through the cotton. His middle finger slips down your slit, pressing the pad against your weeping hole, wetting the fabric. It’s a skill, being able to work you up this quick.
Donghyuck gives up when Mark shifts your panties to the side, head turning to face you completely with wide eyes as Mark tucks and folds the damp cotton to the right. Your heart pounds as Donghyuck’s eyes zip along the length of you, committing it to memory for the first time ever. Mark pats your bare pussy barely-there, like a brand new car.
“Take a good look at her, Donghyuck,” Mark rasps, forcing a gasp from you as his thumb fiddles lightly with your engorged clit. “Told you she’s got a pretty clit. So easy for me and you to suck on.”
The words zing along your entire body, thighs twitching closed, toes curling against Donghyuck’s thigh. Mark’s talked about this with him before—about your pussy. Donghyuck sucks on both his lips, a little guilty. He nods though.
Mark uses two fingers to spread your lips open wide, your hole making an embarrassing, soppy sound. “Look at that, man. Love that color, the noises it makes when I get it wet.”
The need that creates within you makes your hips buck, wanting Mark–or one of them–to start getting you off. Donghyuck’s arms are still crossed but he’s sunken into the couch, mouth open a little. When you look down, he’s already growing hard in his sweats, just from watching your pussy get toyed with.
Mark gathers a little slick from your hole, teasing at it, and spreads all the way up on either side of your clit, rubbing it gently after. Your shirt gets pulled up, Mark taking the hem all the way up to your throat, exposing the spill of your breasts to Donghyuck’s hungry eyes.
“Go ahead,” Mark says to Donghyuck from behind you. “You can play with her, dude.”
Donghyuck looks down at you, nervous, but you let your feet splay out wider, tucking one into the cushions of the back of the couch. He scooches closer, reaching out to feel at one of your breasts. His hand is balmy, big with wide palms and knobby fingertips. He passes his thumb over your nipple reverently, eyebrows raising in awe when it pebbles up immediately. Mark’s hand grips softly at your other tit, squeezing it between his thumb and index casually.
Donghyuck gets in between your legs, twisted at the waist, to get the tit Mark’s holding in his mouth. You groan, his soft mouth wrapping around you as Mark breathes out a yeah, squeezing harder, fitting more of you between Donghyuck’s lips. He switches over to the other quickly, brushing kisses across your chest. His tongue laves over your nipple inside his mouth, lips making a skipping sound as he suckles too hard, eyes closed. This is the first time he’s been so close, the short fan of his lashes visible, lips puckered around your nipple.
“Shit,” he mutters when he lets your nipple go, eyes weighed.
Donghyuck shifts down the couch as he kisses along your body, hands skating your sides, breathing harshly into your skin. Mark’s thumb is spreading Donghyuck’s spit over your nipple distractedly as he watches. Your pussy throbs when Donghyuck’s warm breath washes over it, shouldering between your legs, so ready for him to use his mouth. But he hesitates, looking up. Not at you, past you.
“Can I?” he asks Mark. Asking for Mark’s permission to your body instead of your own.
“Go for it,” Mark answers, a smile in his voice.
You’ve slid almost flat on the length of the couch, knees still bent, but able to prop yourself up on one elbow to watch Donghyuck hold your panties completely out of the way before digging in. The first long, lap of his tongue along your pussy punches a breath out of you, stomach tightening. He does it twice then takes your clit between his lips carefully, feeding the ache.
“Here,” Mark says, sliding against the back of the couch to guide Donghyuck’s head further down. “Yeah, get at her there before her clit.”
It’s hot, watching Mark coach Donghyuck through eating you out properly. Donghyuck splits you open with both thumbs on either side of your lips, trying to stuff his slippery tongue inside of you with Mark’s hand on the back of his head. You can’t resist rolling your hips into his face, panting at the fat slip of his tongue and his breath washing over you. Mark grabs him by the hair, pulling him back towards your clit. He angles Donghyuck’s head to the side, just enough so that Donghyuck’s lips wrap around the entirety of it, suckling wetly. It makes you cry out, rutting up, forcing his face flat into you.
“That’s it, that’s how she likes it sucked,” Mark praises. He sounds winded.
Donghyuck knocks away Mark’s hand after a bit, burying his face into your pussy with his eyebrows knitted together, slurping at you. Mark can get sloppy when he eats you out, enthusiastic and making needy noises. But Donghyuck keeps at it with precision, tinny moans leaving him when you hump his face, wanting to feel the softness of his nose bump your clit as he licks at your entrance.
“Wanna fuck her, Donghyuck?” Mark asks suddenly, like he’s unsure of what Donghyuck’s answer will be.
Your head snaps up to look at him. You’re more than willing to let Donghyuck do it at the moment, honestly, but you’re a little surprised that Mark’s the one who asked. Mark isn’t one to like other men speaking to you in little more than a friendly manner, but he smiles down at you, reassuring, before looking back at where Donghyuck’s come up for air.
“Would she—would that be okay? With you, Y/N?” Donghyuck asks, kind of shy with your slick shining around his mouth. He bites at his lip, eyes bouncing from your face to your breasts.
“If Mark’s fine with it, I am, too,” you answer. You reach, hesitant, to run your fingers through his hair for the first time, smiling a little at how he closes one eye as your thumb runs over his eyebrow.
“I’m cool with it,” Mark murmurs, shifting behind you so he can lean down and kiss at your ear. “Go ahead.”
Donghyuck gets up from the couch to speed-shed his clothes. Mark leans over your shoulder to suck leisurely at one of your nipples upside down, his other hand slithering down to play with the other, pinching and rolling it between his fingertips. You card your fingers through his hair as you watch Donghyuck unzip his hoodie and toss it.
“You good?” Mark mumbles, kissing a path up your chest as much as he can.
“Yeah, you?” you answer, leaning your head against his.
You can’t see it, but from the way he’s licking against your throat he must be hard as fuck, humming an mh-hm. Donghyuck’s sheds his shirt and shirks off his sweatpants, tossing them into the dark. The movie continues playing, flashing colors over Donghyuck’s body. He palms at himself through his tented boxers for a second, looking at the two of you, before reaching into the gap to pull himself out, intending to fuck you like that.
“Take those off, since you got undressed to fuck my girlfriend anyways,” Mark snorts, sitting back up. “She doesn’t wanna feel those, dude.”
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, a hint of his embarrassment playing out across his face still, as he slowly climbs out of his underwear. He lets those hit the floor more carefully than the rest of his clothes. He’s lanky all over, long legs, arms, fingers, gentler edges than Mark. Like this it's easy to see that he’s good and hard. Him and Mark are around the same length; him a little longer, Mark a little thicker, but he’s uncircumcised. The skin peels back as he strokes himself, beading wet at the tip as he comes to kneel on the couch.
Your pussy pulses excitedly, wanting him closer, wanting to know what he’ll feel like. Mark drags you up by your armpits to put your head and the top of your shoulders directly in his lap, a surprised grunt leaving you as you look up at him. The heat of his cock brushes your cheek through his sweatpants, he must be hurting some at the very least.
“Shouldn’t I get a condom?” Donghyuck asks quietly.
You look back at him. You’re on birth control. Donghyuck knows this after you showed him the mile long pamphlet of side effects a few months ago. Whether or not he should get to experience you without a barrier is another question.
“I know he’s clean,” Mark tells you, stroking your cheek with a knuckle. “If it’s him, if you’re okay with it, I’m cool with him going raw.”
Mark’s words spread over you. We share everything. As far as you’ve known, they’ve never done this together. But the way Donghyuck climbs over you after you agree, unafraid of being so close to his best friend while he gets ready to have sex with his girlfriend, would convince you otherwise.
Donghyuck hovers over your face in Mark’s lap, looking up at him only once before he’s slowly leaning in to kiss you. Your heart feels like it’s about to come out of your throat, watching Donghyuck swoop in, his eyes closing, before your lips finally press together. He’s soft; his lips, the touch of tongue against your mouth, the sigh he lets out through his nose as your mouths mold together, as easy as you and Mark.
The thought makes you whine and squeeze your knees around Donghyuck’s waist, still keeping his hips away.
Mark’s hand trailing down your stomach surprises you, going for your pussy. Donghyuck pulls away to get up on one hand to watch, hanging his head. Two of Mark’s fingers make a V, sliding down to part your sticky lips wide.
“She’s set deep, keeps you sucked up in there tight,” Mark says, he and Donghyuck almost face to face, looking at each other. “You might not wanna pull out once you’re in her. Take it from me.”
“Yeah? So if I come in her?” Donghyuck teases breathily, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing the head along your folds.
Your knees relax completely outward, your pussy throbbing wildly, the most important point on your body at the moment. Mark cackles.
“I dunno, it’s your kid then,” he jokes.
Donghyuck manages a choked laugh with him, breaking off into a moan when the tip of him catches eagerly against your entrance. You don’t laugh with them, pressing up into Mark’s fingers still holding you open, against the slip of Donghyuck’s cock.
“She’s so wet,” Donghyuck mutters, his cheeks ruddy.
“Come on, try her out,” Mark whispers, his fingers trembling.
Neither one of them knows how much they’re giving you right now, feeding each other back and forth this way. And not to mention how much you’re giving them, connecting them like this.
Mark swings his other arm over, stretching to reach, to guide Donghyuck to you, into you. He breaches you with a hiccup, thick at the head, all three of you looking down at where he’s disappearing inside your pussy with Mark’s oversight. Your eyes flutter, nearly rolling back, as Donghyuck’s heat combines with yours, leaving your pussy thumping hot as he bottoms out with a deep, guttural groan.
They feel almost the same, Mark’s fingers still spreading your lips open needlessly, framing Donghyuck’s girth stretching you out. Donghyuck’s circling his hips inside of you before Mark can pull his hand out the way, head thrown back.
“Okay, baby?” Mark asks you, hand brushing across your forehead.
You nod, your body melting everywhere but where Donghyuck is, wanting to keep him in you even as he tries rocking his hips back. He flattens himself over you, hovering over your face again as he works up a steady rhythm.
The wet slapping sounds of him fucking you eggs him on, kissing you sloppily and hurrying his rhythm to a deep pound. You make small noises into his mouth as he reaches back with both hands, damp palms keeping your knees spread far as he fucks into you as much as he can bear.
“Told you you needed this, didn’t I?” Mark is saying from above, petting the back of Donghyuck’s head as he goes at it. “That Y/N would get you right.”
Donghyuck's only answer is a high, stuttered affirmative cry, shoving his face into your neck.
“I know your ex can’t even compare,” Mark continues.
You wrap your arms around Donghyuck’s back as he nails you to the couch, your panting coming fast little chirps, your insides bearing down around Donghyuck’s cock. He presses against your clit every so often, his feet finding leverage against the couch to grind against you. The rush of it is obvious, both of you clinging to each other, Donghyuck’s hips tugging back like your cunt is giving him trouble pulling out, groaning weakly beside your ear.
You have to reach between your bodies to really rub at your clit when it becomes too much, Mark pulling his dick out his sweats in your periphery, right beside your faces, jerking off like he needs to come just as bad as you do. Maybe worse.
“Not gonna help her come, Donghyuck?” Mark grits out, thumbing his tip.
Before Donghyuck can answer, slowing down with a short moan, you cut in. “You said it’s been awhile since he’s gotten some. He should just enjoy it.”
Mark pauses, his own words catching up to him, and Donghyuck laughs tightly. His hips roll steadily, not as desperate as a minute ago, but reaching deeper, anchoring, pulling away, then sinking back in hard, just to do it again. Mark’s arm reaches between both of your bodies, over your shoulder, to rub his thumb over your fat, sensitive clit. Slow and digging in his inner-knuckle into one side so the bottom of your stomach feels like it’s falling in.
Donghyuck kisses you hotly, feeding you tongue, all of it feeling intimate–too intimate.
“Makin’ her pussy so tight,” Donghyuck whispers hoarsely to Mark, right into your mouth. “Fuck, I think she’s gonna make me come.”
Donghyuck fucks into you harder, forces your breath to hitch as he lets his need dictate his pace now, still trying to kiss you. Mark’s fingers work your clit just as slow but he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, inescapable, making you whimper beneath Donghyuck’s onslaught.
“Is it alright if I come inside, or…?” Donghyuck croaks, getting up on his elbows.
“Yes,” you breathe quickly, your thighs beginning to shake. Mark’s harsh panting doesn’t pause, he doesn’t refuse.
A bright heat spreads from your clit, like your entire core might overheat, both of them getting you there in tandem. You cross your ankles around Donghyuck’s hips, like you do with Mark, unwilling to let him come anywhere except inside of you. They share everything, like Mark said, so Donghyuck should get this too, shouldn’t he? So he can know what Mark feels.
“Show him, baby, c’mon,” Mark coos down at you, his cheeks red above Donghyuck’s head. Both of their eyes are on you, wild. “Let that pussy make him come.”
It almost hurts, gripping around Donghyuck’s cock as you finish, crying out as he fucks you through it and Mark doesn’t let up. Donghyuck’s hips shove into you, flattening you to the couch as he starts coming into the back of your cunt like he’s your boyfriend, simpering into your neck with the force of it. You keep him close, fluttering around his throbbing cock, letting him rock into you until he’s heaving a sigh.
His weight is warm on top of you, your ears filled with white noise. You can feel him starting to grow soft in you.
“That was fucking–”
“Donghyuck,” Mark’s strained voice interrupts, the slick of him stripping of his dick urgent. “Move if you don’t want me to nut on your face too.”
As soon as Donghyuck rises up on his hands, you see Mark towering above you, one knee on the couch, shorts and boxers pulled beneath his tight sac, his cock flushed an angry red.
“Open,” he commands, soft as possible, and slides a hand under the back of your neck, knocking your head back.
Thick warmth hits your bottom lip, smacks the roof of your mouth, and then your chin as Mark groans loudly. The last, long sprays splatter over your tits, Mark’s hand slipping from underneath your neck. A mouth, not Mark’s, suckles over one of your come-soaked nipples, tongue laving over it leisurely. Mark sits back with a whispered, fuck.
Donghyuck laps at your breast and then his face is above you, lips wet. Mark’s come is still sitting in your mouth, mixing with your saliva. Donghyuck leans down to get his share of that, too, cupping the side of your face as he licks into your mouth gently. Maybe now they can say they’ve shared everything. Almost.
“Mark,” you call softly, tilting your head back to look at him, where he’s watching Donghyuck lick down your chin and neck, cleaning after his mess with wide eyes.
Donghyuck’s softness slips out of you and a hot trail of his come starts sliding out after him. If they’re meant to share everything, Mark can do this.
“There’s some of him down here for you two to share,” you tell him, spreading your knees out wide.
Donghyuck starts slithering down your body first, slow, as he laps up some more of Mark’s come from your other breast. He’ll get there first.
“Okay.” Mark nods, doesn’t move, watching. “I’ll let him get comfortable first.”
Mark gets there, eventually, with Donghyuck leaving enough of his come inside of you to go around for the both of them.
synop/warnings: You fail no nut november. Johnny helps. Established relationship, no protection in sight, all light stuff.
Setting goals for yourself is a sore point in your life. Quite literally this time around.
“November’s almost over, babe,” Johnny says, settling into bed next to you after his shower.
You’re already sitting against the headboard, watching him fold down his half of the blanket below his lap as your show drones on. This is the third week of your self-imposed abstinence. Your friends made a bet to see who’d make it the longest, all scout’s honor. You weren’t the competitive kind but you wanted to see if you could hold out, just for fun.
“I know,” you answer, trying not to stare.
At his huge hands, the teacup lift of his pinkies, the thick sinew of his arms, veins underneath shower-softened skin, or his bare stomach. Your eyes strayed further, at the imprint of his dick and balls through his boxers, obvious to your hungry gaze. The little things have had you on a thinner and thinner hair trigger.
You were going to bed wet more often than not, horny over Johnny making dinner, his habit of sucking sauce off his thumb, doing his hair in the mirror, the way he’d hold you at night, arm tight around your middle as his breath tickled the back of your neck.
Johnny hasn’t gone unaffected either. He’s been encouraging about the entire thing, no complaints. But a couple nights ago, you’d woken up to Johnny like a wall of heat behind you. His lips kissing faintly at your shoulder, sticking, and his hand rubbing at your hip hesitantly, like he was thinking about waking you up for a quickie. Then you’d felt him roll gingerly from the bed and sneak off to the bathroom, to masturbate, most likely, instead of convincing you to break the bet already.
Thinking of him touching himself, needing you that badly but denying himself what would’ve surely been an easy victory if he coerced you, has you drowsy with arousal; head lolling against the headboard, your knees loosening outward. Johnny looks over at you, laughing at your face.
“What? It aches,” you complain, laughing along with him some.
“What?” he repeats back to you, pushing his damp hair back with one hand as he raises an eyebrow. “Your pussy?”
You hum, nodding. The thrum between your legs spreads, making you heavy with it, pulsing against the cotton of the boybriefs you’re wearing. Johnny gives you a quick once over with a smile pulling at his lips.
“Here,” he says, his hand covering your knee and then sliding down the inside of your leg. “Let me help.”
“Can’t,” you say, even though his hot palm makes heat bloom through you.
He soothes four of his thick fingers over your aching pussy and relief floods through you, knees falling open and your nipples tightening up into two painful little points. Johnny shushes the little noise you make, rubbing over your entire cunt gently as he relaxes back against the headboard. You hold his forearm in a loose grip, squirming slightly. It’s good, his touch setting off flares in your belly, making your hole seep slick that’ll make your panties stick. You can feel yourself already falling victim to it.
Johnny’s watching your show, lips parted and wet. His chest heaves some, tinting red. He slides his middle finger down your folds, pressing harder to cushion it between your plush lips, and you groan, bucking up against his hand. It’s got to be torture for him, too, his other hand fisted on his thigh and his dick filling out in his boxers, tenting them quickly. It’s not fair to have him wait the entire month, is it?
“You shouldn’t have to hold out, babe,” you tell him, your voice hoarse.
Johnny barely protests when you squeeze at him through his boxers, mouth falling open on a shaky exhale as you knead him. He’s almost fully hard already when you slip your hand through the opening, stroking him as he throbs up to full mast almost immediately. Your pussy pounds with your heartbeat, the thin straps of your sleep shirt falling from your shoulders. Johnny cups you with his entire hand, pushing the tip of his middle finger up against your entrance through your underwear before thumbing your clit, shaping it against the fabric.
“Don’t think I can,” Johnny admits slowly, blinking heavily at your breasts through your shirt, and the firm fist you’re using on him.
He leans over to kiss you, closed-mouthed and warm, but you turn away when he tries slipping you his tongue. It’ll be over before it’s started if he makes out with you. Johnny takes it easily though, kissing along your jaw and throat instead, taking his time laying on his side so he doesn’t disturb the rhythm of your hand around his cock, beading up at the tip when you thumb over it.
The hand rubbing over your pussy disappears in favor of cupping one of your tits over your shirt, surprising a gasp out of you. It feels something akin to sore as he squeezes it, fitting just right in his palm, before he snakes his hand beneath the cotton to pinch at your nipple, sucking kisses down your sternum. It’s getting difficult to jerk him off with him practically on top of you, panting hard as he skims his lips down to your other breast. He kisses it through your shirt and takes your sensitive nipple into his mouth, leaving you to cry out as he suckles at it through the cotton.
“Johnny, not too much,” you say, curling away from his mouth some.
He grunts, smacking his lips as he pulls away, a line of spit stuck to your saliva-darkened shirt. He pulls it down on one side, just below your bare breast, so he can circle your areola with damp kisses, trying to avoid the stiff point of your nipple. You’re just holding his cock now, feeling it throb needily in your hand. This alone won’t satisfy him. It wouldn’t hurt if you gave him just a taste, just enough to tide him over.
“You can fuck me,” you tell him, your entire body burning as you say it, pussy feeling drenched. “Just until you come.”
Johnny seems to take a moment to process the words, eyebrows pinching together in concern as he looks up at you.
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
The palm still wrapped around your other tit twitches, squeezing, and you flinch.
“Yeah, it’s been awhile,” you assure him, caressing his sweet face. “You’ll be quick, right?”
Johnny looks drowsed as he eyes your body, bedwear askew, and nods. “Yeah, yeah I will.”
You let him roll on top of you, a dangerous position if you understood anything beyond getting fucked again, and he sits back on his haunches to get rid of his underwear. His cock slaps up against his stomach, huge and throbbing skyward, his sac tightening up. The sight makes your throat close, cunt fluttering around the idea–the memory–of it.
Johnny hooks two fingers inside the seat of your panties, knuckles brushing your clit, and tries to snatch them off that way.
“Don’t take them off,” you stop him, shutting your knees. You pulse against his knuckles, pressed to you this way. “Just the part you need.”
Johnny pulls your panties aside roughly, stitches ripping, and tugs one of your knees out so he can get your feet up on his shoulders. The cool air of the room on your wet pussy makes you shiver as Johnny starts lining up, panting above you.
“Three weeks,” he says and makes a pained noise as his tip sweeps up your slit.
Warmth seems to waft from you, your heart drumming, your pussy gripping at him before he’s even inside. But Johnny holds one of your ankles to steady himself as he begins pushing his way in, a steady, blunt weight. You’re dead in the water, gazing up at him as you feel him for the first time in what feels like forever; new yet familiar, hot, thick, and he just keeps on coming.
Your knees are almost bent to your chest as he curls his hips to bottom out, both of you exhaling hard. You can barely make a sound, it’s like he’s in your stomach.
“God, that’s so deep,” he grits out, his abdomen tight and his eyes lidded as he looks down at you. “I’m so, so deep in you.”
“Shut–” you try, trying to move your panties off of your clit, suffocating it, but Johnny’s already gripping both your ankles to swing back and sweep his fat cock inside of you again.
You hold the cotton out of the way, pushing your feet up against his shoulders as he fucks you, clit stiff and unattended to. Johnny doesn’t hold back, vaulting into you, testing the tension of your legs so all he has to focus on is the slippery grip of your cunt trying to soak up what it can. He slows briefly to snatch your shirt down, breasts spilling out for his viewing pleasure, before he’s at it again, holding onto your knees and leaning in with a breathy moan.
Your eyes feel like they’re about to go rolling as he rocks you up the bed, stomach tying into knots. It’s the best thing you’ve felt in weeks, the ache in you being nailed. Your fingers twitch towards your clit, hoping for some relief. But this is for Johnny, and maybe for you, just to ease the need until you win the bet.
“You can,” Johnny says, breathing hard as he slows to short rolls of his hips, letting your knees slip down to the insides of his elbows. His eyes are set on where you’re hesitating, wisps of his hair falling into his face.
“Can’t,” you answer, slowly pulsing your walls around him to see his face screw up softly, enjoying the feeling.
He lets your legs fall to the bed as he pulls out with a clucking sound from your pussy, his dick glistening and hard. Johnny tugs your panties off and down one leg without any of your help, leaving them wrung around the other. He’s over you quickly, pressing his mouth to yours and pushing your knees back. You don’t get to turn away when he sucks at your lips, one hand sneaking down to guide his dick up against your entrance again.
“Missed this,” he breathes against you, kissing you fully, tongue slipping into your mouth, as he pops the head of his cock inside.
You lock up at the dual feeling, mouth filled, and your cunt too, gripping around him as he flattens his body to yours, seated as deep as he can get. Johnny exhales through his nose at your heat, how tight you’re holding him, and kisses you again as he starts rocking his hips.
“Johnny–oh my god,” you gasp when he buries his face in your neck, reaching back to hold your folded legs as flat as he can as he hammers into you. You don’t know whether to claw at his back to get him closer or push him away with how far up in your throbbing pussy he is. “Oh my god!”
His pelvis mashes up against your clit, his weight keeping you fast in place, and you might actually come this way. You must’ve forgot that he could reach places that developed nerve endings just for him, gutting whimpers from you and huffed groans from him.
“I’ll come,” you warn him, swatting at his back and trying to pull your knees in. “I shouldn’t–”
“Doesn’t count if you come while I’m–” he pauses as he pants through a short set of pummeling thrusts, rattling your brain. “While I’m trying to get mine. You said until I come.”
He wraps his arms underneath your back, hugging you tight as his hips start a ragged rhythm. “And I’m not done yet.”
You hold your legs up and out the way, arms around his neck as you yell out into his hair as he pounds you. You’ve finished from penetration alone a few times, those extra intense rounds where you’re ovulating or Johnny’s got you bent over the couch, but this–you still need some more, to make it more than worth it.
You force a hand between your bodies to flick at your clit, sobbing into his hair as he keeps stamping at your cunt, wetting your shoulder with saliva and his humid breaths. The rush overwhelms you, cramping up around his dick as you come, waves of heat and relief flooding your entire body.
“Oh shit,” he says, pulling back out to the tip with a weak grunt, leaving you clutching around practically nothing as you finish.
He spits the first throbs of it at your entrance, flooding out of you immediately, before he buries back inside to plant a long, wet, hot load into you. Johnny trembles against your body silently for a long minute, rutting into your pussy still fluttering around him, until he twitches hard once and stills with a rough sigh.
You already feel much better than you have been lately. The orgasm sending your head up to the clouds with Johnny softening within you. He pulls his hips back until he’s able to pull out, but he doesn’t move more than that.
“Maybe three week breaks aren’t so bad,” Johnny murmurs sleepily, seeming content on top of you.
You slap his shoulder but don’t deny it. His hair is damp at the skull when you card your fingers through it, wiping sweat from his hairline. You doubt either of you will be getting up from the bed any time soon.
“So, do you really think this doesn’t count?” you ask.
Johnny snorts. “You definitely lost that bet, baby, it’s okay.”
You dig your heel into the back of his calf, smiling when he yelps.
I miss you, bro 😪. I need you to dump something on me rn, like rn babe 😭 been craving for that sexy writing that you carve from that sexy brain.
All I’m thinking about is him taking you on your fifth or sixth date together and he hasn’t gotten laid, and hasn’t complained or made a move on you even once.
He’s driving (wishful thinking) and you’re using a story you’re telling as an excuse to run your fingers along his forearm. You can see him breakout into literal goosebumps, hairs raising up, but he’s laughing and giving nothing away. But when you start putting your hand on his thigh, not high up or anything, he starts squirming his seat a little.
The sound you make, like an oh, makes him look down, following your gaze. ‘Cause he’s hard, not even casually, more like fully pressed to his zipper hard. He’s so embarrassed, he can barely apologize. Mark’s used to feeling near-desperate at the end of his dates with you that he hadn’t noticed he was rocked up.
Five or six dates is enough. He’s passed whatever test you thought you’d be able to put him through without failing it yourself. Good enough.
You ask him how he feels about pulling over onto the side of some dark road and pulling it out through his zipper so you two can get your first fuck in without playing the waiting game any longer. You’re sliding your hand up his thigh, over the tremble it’s doing, right over where he’s hard up and hot. You tell him he can have whatever, just keep the vest on while he does it.
Mark yanks the car over and is gentleman enough to usher you to the backseat without having to step out, but maybe not enough to not flip your dress up (or yank your pants down) and pull your panties aside to have you asap, doggy style, fuck everything else. And then again in some cramped missionary position because he’s been waiting for this and once isn’t enough.
I'm not even saying this as an exaggeration, but genuinely 'no joy in possession' is the hottest fic I have ever read and I'm 23, I've seen some shit in my time on the internet. Everything about it is just perfect: the characterization, their dynamics, the way you described their setting, the almost free-use way MK convinced the MC to let HC have sex with her, the head-grabbing, the cum-eating at the end. Just, everything about it is good. Legit going to be thinking about this one for a whileeeeeeee. Hope you have a good day/night whenever you're reading this and from then on too! ♡
I can’t say how much I appreciate this message! That’s big praise 🥹. I’ll say that the free-use undercurrent is probably something that’ll pop up a lot in what I write (the little of it I do), and I’m glad you mentioned that about this.
I think I’ve said before that there’s supposed to be a 2nd part (idk I might just leave it as is) but I haven’t finished a single thing I’ve started these past few months.
I truly hope you’re having a good week because you made mine with this message, thank you so much! Please take care of yourself!
i just read thru all ur fics & this is the current state of my mind rn: 🤯🫠🥴 the way u write mark is just 🤯 he comes off just like a regular dude thats kinda? slightly? awkward sometimes (e.g, when he texts reader to confirm if she really just asked him to come fuck her in “!”) but at the same time still so intense?? like, the minute he gets down to it (fuck) he becomes a whole different person (((& i loooovr it)) 🫣 cant wait to read ur future fics 🥹
Hi! I’m glad you read through all my fics 🥺. I love that Mark is just some Guy. He needs confirmation that you’re going to allow him to get his dick wet and then he’s gonna go crazy in it because he’s grateful and it feels good and he wants to make sure it feels good for his partner too. But when he gets a little selfish because you tell him he deserves to be >>>>>>
I have a bunch of stuff I’ve started but haven’t finished (serial procrastinator). I’m hoping to get something done soon!
PLS make a part 2 to no joy in possession!!!! amazing work 🙌
Thank you so much for reading it 🥺! I’m pretty bad with completing sequels, I’ll admit. I’ve made notes for a second part though. In case I never get around to it, I have to say the three of them would end up in a poly relationship because yes.
Warnings: slight (kinda large) mark/haechan interaction. Your boyfriend, Mark, thinks sharing is caring (lets his bestfriend do his girlfriend to make him feel better). 4k words, unedited. Mark/Reader/Haechan.
“You don’t have to put clothes on, it’s just Donghyuck,” Mark says, waving his hand.
You pause your search for something more decent than your outfit of a huge t-shirt and panties. Friday nights usually entailed binging a new show and pigging out on pizza with Mark until you two were too tired to keep your eyes open.
Donghyuck’s been invited over more and more recently though. He had a bad break up a little over a month ago. He hadn’t even seen it coming, from what Mark told you. And Mark’s told you a lot.
“Just Donghyuck?” you question, shutting your drawer.
He blinks at you, shrugging. “I just want you to be comfortable around him is all. It’s our place.”
You could say after two years of dating Mark you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with Donghyuck. They’re childhood best friends. Their parents live next door to each other to this day. They’ve got matching scars on their knees. They even laugh the same sometimes. This doesn’t mean you’ve made it a habit of not at least wearing shorts underneath your knee length t-shirts even if you’re not wearing a bra when Donghyuck, or any of Mark’s friends, comes around.
Mark’s a good boyfriend, awesome actually, but he’s a really good best friend, too. But lately, he’s been more than encouraging about you being able to walk around freely in your home, no matter if Donghyuck is here. It was cool at first, but it’s been weighing on you recently.
Last Friday, Mark had gotten you flat on your bed after your shower, was about balls deep inside of you, and a minute away from giving both of you one of the quickest orgasms the two of you had gotten all week, when his phone started vibrating. It’s Donghyuck, Mark breathed before he picked up the phone, like it was supposed to make it any better. It wasn’t the first time Mark had taken a call in the middle of sex but it was the first time he’d been so obvious about what the two of you were doing during it.
Tilting the receiver away from where he was panting hard into your mouth couldn’t have been enough for Donghyuck not to know what was happening, but he and Mark had a conversation about what beer he should buy before coming upstairs, like Mark wasn’t five seconds away from coming.
It’s alright. Me and Donghyuck, Mark said against your lips after he hung up, his pelvis mashing against your clit, we share everything, babe.
Does that mean you wanna share me too? You asked him. Mark’s wide eyes were still staring into yours as he came inside you with a thin exhale. He never gave you an answer but you knew it was more true than even Mark understood.
“That’s him,” Mark says when the doorbell goes off, Donghyuck smashing it like he always does. Mark looks you up and down. “Come out like that, I’m okay with it.”
He leaves you in the room with that.
…
Donghyuck’s a good friend too. He buys Mark’s favorite beer and your favorite snacks and he cooks even if he doesn’t crash on the couch. He’s tried not to mope too much about his break up in front of you, but you could hear him murmuring about it with Mark in the kitchen while he cooked some nights, his soft voice carrying over the sizzle of the pan.
Tonight is different. Donghyuck brings the beer and the snacks and he cooks, but you catch Mark whispering in his ear at the dinner table after you get a couple of cups from the overhead cabinet, Donghyuck’s eyes just flitting away from your back when you turn around. There’s less of their usual banter at the table, their eyes meeting for longer, at a standstill about something you’re not privy to.
On the couch, the only light coming from the tv, things are a little better.
You’ve got your toes tucked underneath Donghyuck’s thighs, a blanket draped across your folded up knees, leaning back into Mark’s side. It’s comfortably warm between them. They’ve been laughing some at the movie at least. It’s not how they might be overdoing it normally, slapping each other over or around you at something not that funny, or disregarding the movie for their own jokes, or crowding around you during a horror movie.
Mark seems cozy this far into the comedy you put on, one of his hands resting on your sternum, thumb brushing the base of your throat or your chin unconsciously from time to time. When you look over at Donghyuck he’s got his arms crossed, hood up over his mussed hair, thighs politely spread. Not his usual space-hogging.
You noticed a long time ago, how pretty Donghyuck is. It’s hard not to clock it. The soft slope of his nose balanced out by the pout of his lips, the bored set of his eyes from the side. He and Mark can go toe-to-toe in the looks department. Donghyuck double takes when he catches you looking, smiling gently at you before he turns back towards the tv.
It’s then that Mark’s hand slowly slips away from the loose grip it had around your throat, skimming over your sternum, fingers dipping in the space between your breasts. It could’ve been an accident if he didn’t linger. And if he didn’t keep doing it; the weight of his hand getting heavier with each pass, your nipples hardening underneath your t-shirt from the anticipation. Mark’s started off slow plenty of times, acting sly to get in your pants when he doesn’t even have to ask. It would be fine, more than welcome, if Donghyuck wasn’t sitting right there, staring hard at the tv.
“Mark,” you whisper harshly, louder than you meant to, when Mark tries to sneak his hand down the neck of your shirt.
Donghyuck is still, arms crossed, his thighs tense where your toes are beneath them, jaw bunching with the clench of his teeth as he looks straight ahead. No matter how low your voice, he would’ve heard you. He could clearly see Mark trying to cop a feel from his periphery, although he’d given no real indication besides trying to act like he couldn’t. The thought of him willing to sit there while the two of you continue—it has your clit bleeding a druggy pulse to the rest of your cunt.
It’s like Mark knows this, leaning down to your ear where your head has slid down near his armpit.
“C’mon, he hasn’t gotten any in a minute, babe,” Mark says, voice raspy with faux concern. “You could help him out.”
Donghyuck grows more tense, if possible, shoulders drawing up towards his ears when your eyes flick towards him. But he says nothing. When you look up at Mark, his eyes are already glassy in the dark, parted lips glossed by the light of the tv. This is what Mark must’ve whispered to him about earlier. Or who knows how long this has been an idea for them.
The blanket covering your knees begins to slip away, the fuzziness tickling your legs. Mark’s still watching you, giving you those big, moony eyes, like he’s begging you to do Donghyuck a lifesaving favor. It sends your heart thumping in your chest, that the favor would be letting Donghyuck have you in whatever way Mark lets him.
Like you said, Donghyuck’s a good friend to Mark. And he’s easy on the eyes.
You face away again and snuggle back into him slightly. Mark’s fist drags the blanket off of you gently and drapes it over the back of the couch, leaving your legs exposed. Your calves don’t do much to shield your underwear, bent knees pressing together at the fresh air brushing over them. Mark doesn’t seem to want them to, fingertips dimpling the fat at the inner junction of one of your knees as he spreads it out.
“Just relax, baby,” Mark says, rubbing four fingers over your pussy through your panties, making you light up warm, whimpering a little.
You catch Donghyuck trying, and failing, not to look at the valley of your cunt through your panties, nose flaring as Mark’s thumb circles your clit, making the shape of it obvious through the cotton. His middle finger slips down your slit, pressing the pad against your weeping hole, wetting the fabric. It’s a skill, being able to work you up this quick.
Donghyuck gives up when Mark shifts your panties to the side, head turning to face you completely with wide eyes as Mark tucks and folds the damp cotton to the right. Your heart pounds as Donghyuck’s eyes zip along the length of you, committing it to memory for the first time ever. Mark pats your bare pussy barely-there, like a brand new car.
“Take a good look at her, Donghyuck,” Mark rasps, forcing a gasp from you as his thumb fiddles lightly with your engorged clit. “Told you she’s got a pretty clit. So easy for me and you to suck on.”
The words zing along your entire body, thighs twitching closed, toes curling against Donghyuck’s thigh. Mark’s talked about this with him before—about your pussy. Donghyuck sucks on both his lips, a little guilty. He nods though.
Mark uses two fingers to spread your lips open wide, your hole making an embarrassing, soppy sound. “Look at that, man. Love that color, the noises it makes when I get it wet.”
The need that creates within you makes your hips buck, wanting Mark–or one of them–to start getting you off. Donghyuck’s arms are still crossed but he’s sunken into the couch, mouth open a little. When you look down, he’s already growing hard in his sweats, just from watching your pussy get toyed with.
Mark gathers a little slick from your hole, teasing at it, and spreads all the way up on either side of your clit, rubbing it gently after. Your shirt gets pulled up, Mark taking the hem all the way up to your throat, exposing the spill of your breasts to Donghyuck’s hungry eyes.
“Go ahead,” Mark says to Donghyuck from behind you. “You can play with her, dude.”
Donghyuck looks down at you, nervous, but you let your feet splay out wider, tucking one into the cushions of the back of the couch. He scooches closer, reaching out to feel at one of your breasts. His hand is balmy, big with wide palms and knobby fingertips. He passes his thumb over your nipple reverently, eyebrows raising in awe when it pebbles up immediately. Mark’s hand grips softly at your other tit, squeezing it between his thumb and index casually.
Donghyuck gets in between your legs, twisted at the waist, to get the tit Mark’s holding in his mouth. You groan, his soft mouth wrapping around you as Mark breathes out a yeah, squeezing harder, fitting more of you between Donghyuck’s lips. He switches over to the other quickly, brushing kisses across your chest. His tongue laves over your nipple inside his mouth, lips making a skipping sound as he suckles too hard, eyes closed. This is the first time he’s been so close, the short fan of his lashes visible, lips puckered around your nipple.
“Shit,” he mutters when he lets your nipple go, eyes weighed.
Donghyuck shifts down the couch as he kisses along your body, hands skating your sides, breathing harshly into your skin. Mark’s thumb is spreading Donghyuck’s spit over your nipple distractedly as he watches. Your pussy throbs when Donghyuck’s warm breath washes over it, shouldering between your legs, so ready for him to use his mouth. But he hesitates, looking up. Not at you, past you.
“Can I?” he asks Mark. Asking for Mark’s permission to your body instead of your own.
“Go for it,” Mark answers, a smile in his voice.
You’ve slid almost flat on the length of the couch, knees still bent, but able to prop yourself up on one elbow to watch Donghyuck hold your panties completely out of the way before digging in. The first long, lap of his tongue along your pussy punches a breath out of you, stomach tightening. He does it twice then takes your clit between his lips carefully, feeding the ache.
“Here,” Mark says, sliding against the back of the couch to guide Donghyuck’s head further down. “Yeah, get at her there before her clit.”
It’s hot, watching Mark coach Donghyuck through eating you out properly. Donghyuck splits you open with both thumbs on either side of your lips, trying to stuff his slippery tongue inside of you with Mark’s hand on the back of his head. You can’t resist rolling your hips into his face, panting at the fat slip of his tongue and his breath washing over you. Mark grabs him by the hair, pulling him back towards your clit. He angles Donghyuck’s head to the side, just enough so that Donghyuck’s lips wrap around the entirety of it, suckling wetly. It makes you cry out, rutting up, forcing his face flat into you.
“That’s it, that’s how she likes it sucked,” Mark praises. He sounds winded.
Donghyuck knocks away Mark’s hand after a bit, burying his face into your pussy with his eyebrows knitted together, slurping at you. Mark can get sloppy when he eats you out, enthusiastic and making needy noises. But Donghyuck keeps at it with precision, tinny moans leaving him when you hump his face, wanting to feel the softness of his nose bump your clit as he licks at your entrance.
“Wanna fuck her, Donghyuck?” Mark asks suddenly, like he’s unsure of what Donghyuck’s answer will be.
Your head snaps up to look at him. You’re more than willing to let Donghyuck do it at the moment, honestly, but you’re a little surprised that Mark’s the one who asked. Mark isn’t one to like other men speaking to you in little more than a friendly manner, but he smiles down at you, reassuring, before looking back at where Donghyuck’s come up for air.
“Would she—would that be okay? With you, Y/N?” Donghyuck asks, kind of shy with your slick shining around his mouth. He bites at his lip, eyes bouncing from your face to your breasts.
“If Mark’s fine with it, I am, too,” you answer. You reach, hesitant, to run your fingers through his hair for the first time, smiling a little at how he closes one eye as your thumb runs over his eyebrow.
“I’m cool with it,” Mark murmurs, shifting behind you so he can lean down and kiss at your ear. “Go ahead.”
Donghyuck gets up from the couch to speed-shed his clothes. Mark leans over your shoulder to suck leisurely at one of your nipples upside down, his other hand slithering down to play with the other, pinching and rolling it between his fingertips. You card your fingers through his hair as you watch Donghyuck unzip his hoodie and toss it.
“You good?” Mark mumbles, kissing a path up your chest as much as he can.
“Yeah, you?” you answer, leaning your head against his.
You can’t see it, but from the way he’s licking against your throat he must be hard as fuck, humming an mh-hm. Donghyuck’s sheds his shirt and shirks off his sweatpants, tossing them into the dark. The movie continues playing, flashing colors over Donghyuck’s body. He palms at himself through his tented boxers for a second, looking at the two of you, before reaching into the gap to pull himself out, intending to fuck you like that.
“Take those off, since you got undressed to fuck my girlfriend anyways,” Mark snorts, sitting back up. “She doesn’t wanna feel those, dude.”
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, a hint of his embarrassment playing out across his face still, as he slowly climbs out of his underwear. He lets those hit the floor more carefully than the rest of his clothes. He’s lanky all over, long legs, arms, fingers, gentler edges than Mark. Like this it's easy to see that he’s good and hard. Him and Mark are around the same length; him a little longer, Mark a little thicker, but he’s uncircumcised. The skin peels back as he strokes himself, beading wet at the tip as he comes to kneel on the couch.
Your pussy pulses excitedly, wanting him closer, wanting to know what he’ll feel like. Mark drags you up by your armpits to put your head and the top of your shoulders directly in his lap, a surprised grunt leaving you as you look up at him. The heat of his cock brushes your cheek through his sweatpants, he must be hurting some at the very least.
“Shouldn’t I get a condom?” Donghyuck asks quietly.
You look back at him. You’re on birth control. Donghyuck knows this after you showed him the mile long pamphlet of side effects a few months ago. Whether or not he should get to experience you without a barrier is another question.
“I know he’s clean,” Mark tells you, stroking your cheek with a knuckle. “If it’s him, if you’re okay with it, I’m cool with him going raw.”
Mark’s words spread over you. We share everything. As far as you’ve known, they’ve never done this together. But the way Donghyuck climbs over you after you agree, unafraid of being so close to his best friend while he gets ready to have sex with his girlfriend, would convince you otherwise.
Donghyuck hovers over your face in Mark’s lap, looking up at him only once before he’s slowly leaning in to kiss you. Your heart feels like it’s about to come out of your throat, watching Donghyuck swoop in, his eyes closing, before your lips finally press together. He’s soft; his lips, the touch of tongue against your mouth, the sigh he lets out through his nose as your mouths mold together, as easy as you and Mark.
The thought makes you whine and squeeze your knees around Donghyuck’s waist, still keeping his hips away.
Mark’s hand trailing down your stomach surprises you, going for your pussy. Donghyuck pulls away to get up on one hand to watch, hanging his head. Two of Mark’s fingers make a V, sliding down to part your sticky lips wide.
“She’s set deep, keeps you sucked up in there tight,” Mark says, he and Donghyuck almost face to face, looking at each other. “You might not wanna pull out once you’re in her. Take it from me.”
“Yeah? So if I come in her?” Donghyuck teases breathily, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing the head along your folds.
Your knees relax completely outward, your pussy throbbing wildly, the most important point on your body at the moment. Mark cackles.
“I dunno, it’s your kid then,” he jokes.
Donghyuck manages a choked laugh with him, breaking off into a moan when the tip of him catches eagerly against your entrance. You don’t laugh with them, pressing up into Mark’s fingers still holding you open, against the slip of Donghyuck’s cock.
“She’s so wet,” Donghyuck mutters, his cheeks ruddy.
“Come on, try her out,” Mark whispers, his fingers trembling.
Neither one of them knows how much they’re giving you right now, feeding each other back and forth this way. And not to mention how much you’re giving them, connecting them like this.
Mark swings his other arm over, stretching to reach, to guide Donghyuck to you, into you. He breaches you with a hiccup, thick at the head, all three of you looking down at where he’s disappearing inside your pussy with Mark’s oversight. Your eyes flutter, nearly rolling back, as Donghyuck’s heat combines with yours, leaving your pussy thumping hot as he bottoms out with a deep, guttural groan.
They feel almost the same, Mark’s fingers still spreading your lips open needlessly, framing Donghyuck’s girth stretching you out. Donghyuck’s circling his hips inside of you before Mark can pull his hand out the way, head thrown back.
“Okay, baby?” Mark asks you, hand brushing across your forehead.
You nod, your body melting everywhere but where Donghyuck is, wanting to keep him in you even as he tries rocking his hips back. He flattens himself over you, hovering over your face again as he works up a steady rhythm.
The wet slapping sounds of him fucking you eggs him on, kissing you sloppily and hurrying his rhythm to a deep pound. You make small noises into his mouth as he reaches back with both hands, damp palms keeping your knees spread far as he fucks into you as much as he can bear.
“Told you you needed this, didn’t I?” Mark is saying from above, petting the back of Donghyuck’s head as he goes at it. “That Y/N would get you right.”
Donghyuck's only answer is a high, stuttered affirmative cry, shoving his face into your neck.
“I know your ex can’t even compare,” Mark continues.
You wrap your arms around Donghyuck’s back as he nails you to the couch, your panting coming fast little chirps, your insides bearing down around Donghyuck’s cock. He presses against your clit every so often, his feet finding leverage against the couch to grind against you. The rush of it is obvious, both of you clinging to each other, Donghyuck’s hips tugging back like your cunt is giving him trouble pulling out, groaning weakly beside your ear.
You have to reach between your bodies to really rub at your clit when it becomes too much, Mark pulling his dick out his sweats in your periphery, right beside your faces, jerking off like he needs to come just as bad as you do. Maybe worse.
“Not gonna help her come, Donghyuck?” Mark grits out, thumbing his tip.
Before Donghyuck can answer, slowing down with a short moan, you cut in. “You said it’s been awhile since he’s gotten some. He should just enjoy it.”
Mark pauses, his own words catching up to him, and Donghyuck laughs tightly. His hips roll steadily, not as desperate as a minute ago, but reaching deeper, anchoring, pulling away, then sinking back in hard, just to do it again. Mark’s arm reaches between both of your bodies, over your shoulder, to rub his thumb over your fat, sensitive clit. Slow and digging in his inner-knuckle into one side so the bottom of your stomach feels like it’s falling in.
Donghyuck kisses you hotly, feeding you tongue, all of it feeling intimate–too intimate.
“Makin’ her pussy so tight,” Donghyuck whispers hoarsely to Mark, right into your mouth. “Fuck, I think she’s gonna make me come.”
Donghyuck fucks into you harder, forces your breath to hitch as he lets his need dictate his pace now, still trying to kiss you. Mark’s fingers work your clit just as slow but he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, inescapable, making you whimper beneath Donghyuck’s onslaught.
“Is it alright if I come inside, or…?” Donghyuck croaks, getting up on his elbows.
“Yes,” you breathe quickly, your thighs beginning to shake. Mark’s harsh panting doesn’t pause, he doesn’t refuse.
A bright heat spreads from your clit, like your entire core might overheat, both of them getting you there in tandem. You cross your ankles around Donghyuck’s hips, like you do with Mark, unwilling to let him come anywhere except inside of you. They share everything, like Mark said, so Donghyuck should get this too, shouldn’t he? So he can know what Mark feels.
“Show him, baby, c’mon,” Mark coos down at you, his cheeks red above Donghyuck’s head. Both of their eyes are on you, wild. “Let that pussy make him come.”
It almost hurts, gripping around Donghyuck’s cock as you finish, crying out as he fucks you through it and Mark doesn’t let up. Donghyuck’s hips shove into you, flattening you to the couch as he starts coming into the back of your cunt like he’s your boyfriend, simpering into your neck with the force of it. You keep him close, fluttering around his throbbing cock, letting him rock into you until he’s heaving a sigh.
His weight is warm on top of you, your ears filled with white noise. You can feel him starting to grow soft in you.
“That was fucking–”
“Donghyuck,” Mark’s strained voice interrupts, the slick of him stripping of his dick urgent. “Move if you don’t want me to nut on your face too.”
As soon as Donghyuck rises up on his hands, you see Mark towering above you, one knee on the couch, shorts and boxers pulled beneath his tight sac, his cock flushed an angry red.
“Open,” he commands, soft as possible, and slides a hand under the back of your neck, knocking your head back.
Thick warmth hits your bottom lip, smacks the roof of your mouth, and then your chin as Mark groans loudly. The last, long sprays splatter over your tits, Mark’s hand slipping from underneath your neck. A mouth, not Mark’s, suckles over one of your come-soaked nipples, tongue laving over it leisurely. Mark sits back with a whispered, fuck.
Donghyuck laps at your breast and then his face is above you, lips wet. Mark’s come is still sitting in your mouth, mixing with your saliva. Donghyuck leans down to get his share of that, too, cupping the side of your face as he licks into your mouth gently. Maybe now they can say they’ve shared everything. Almost.
“Mark,” you call softly, tilting your head back to look at him, where he’s watching Donghyuck lick down your chin and neck, cleaning after his mess with wide eyes.
Donghyuck’s softness slips out of you and a hot trail of his come starts sliding out after him. If they’re meant to share everything, Mark can do this.
“There’s some of him down here for you two to share,” you tell him, spreading your knees out wide.
Donghyuck starts slithering down your body first, slow, as he laps up some more of Mark’s come from your other breast. He’ll get there first.
“Okay.” Mark nods, doesn’t move, watching. “I’ll let him get comfortable first.”
Mark gets there, eventually, with Donghyuck leaving enough of his come inside of you to go around for the both of them.
is mark ur no 1 bias or hes just ur favorite to write about?
If by bias you mean I find him easy to insert into situations and immensely fuckable, then yes 😭. No but I’m like the Ash Ketchum of nct biasing, gotta fuck em all.
You’ve done it again!!! The way you write is 🤌 chef’s kiss ✨ One thing I’d like to ask is if you’re willing to write for the other members? (Jaehyun, Haechan etc.). Btw the party one was so hot like the scenario itself is insane 😮💨 keep up the good work fren
I have Jaehyun in my plans. Along with a Haechan (+Mark) and a Johnny (+Mark). Possibly something with all of 127. Mark has a hold on me, I’m sorry 😔. But I would like to write for other members, that’s definitely in my plans!
Masked Mark is so good. I could write like ten of those ☹️. Thank you so much for reading my writing! I hope to post again soon ❤️!
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