[ 11:24 pm ]
now playing: pretty please - dua lipa
you don’t know how it happened, but it did. mark lee had you exactly where he wanted you. when you had agreed to the whole friends with benefits thing, you were certain that neither of you would catch feelings. unfortunately, you were terrible at making any predictions, and the both of you were in too deep. like waaaay too deep.
however, it took you longer than you’d like to admit to realize that.
it isn’t until you find yourself seated on the edge of his bed, a small pout decorating your features, that you realize there’s no going back. he had run off to his roommate’s room, who was thankfully out of town this weekend, in search of a condom. you had argued that it was unnecessary. you suffered through the noise of your daily birth control alarm for a reason, but it was like your words had fallen on deaf ears because he was gone instantly.
which left you on his bed, pants long gone. the fucker even had the nerve to take your underwear with him; he thought he was slick, but you had seen the black lace sticking out of his pockets.
“if you want my panties, you just have to ask.” the unspoken words danced on the tip of your tongue as he disappeared from the room. you knew that if you had decided to tease the male, you would be left unattended to. so you spared him this once, leaning back onto your hands as you watched him leave the room. he was going to pay for this.
when he returns to the room, your top is gone. you’re left in nothing but your bra and a new pair of panties that you had grabbed from the drawer of things you left at his place. you hadn’t imagined you would need it because mark was a little panty thief, but it was always better to be safe rather than sorry.
and the only sorry person in that room was mark lee.
the second he processes what’s happening, he’s on his knees in front of you. your legs are crossed at the ankle, but it does nothing to hide you from his hungry gaze. in fact, from his position from the floor, mark can see that your second pair of underwear are just as ruined as the first pair were. and they’re in a shade of blue that makes him dizzy. nothing better than you in his favorite color.
“you look so pretty,” he starts, his hands running up your thighs. “please don’t be mad at me baby.”
you ignore his words, using your foot to put pressure on the evident bulge in his pants. it was obvious the man had found some sort of sweet relief from his own rampant imagination in the time that he had disappeared from the room: the dampness on the front of his sweats was proof enough.
“pretty please,” he all but moans. the mere thought of you waiting for him on his bed had precum staining his boxers, and the pressure you were applying to his throbbing dick was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.
when his head falls onto your thigh, his hips involuntarily bucking against your foot, you know you have him exactly where you want him.
“you can’t cum until i’ve cum twice,” you say, placing a finger under his chin to catch his eye. “you can do that for me, right?” your words are dripping in false sweetness, and if anything, it makes mark want you even more. he nods eagerly; the grip he has on your thighs tightens, and you’re positive he’s left marks already.
all it takes is a small tap on his jaw, and mark jumps into action.
those blue panties of yours end up in his other pocket in a matter of seconds, and mark lee keeps his promise on making you cum twice before he does.
