Show Me (Haechan x Fem Reader x Mark)
Word Count: 6.7k(ish)
Pairing: Haechan x Fem Reader x Mark
Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Threesomes, seduction, oral sex(fem receiving), fingering, sucking/licking clit, nipples, etc., nipple teasing, dirty talk, g spot stimulation/orgasm, fondling/groping, kissing (tongue and other), saliva kink, hair pulling, voyeurism and elements, talk about sex, fluid ingestion (yours by Haechan and Mark),Boyfriend Mark vibes—he’s very sweet and well behaved…at first.
Genre: PwP, Strangers (sorta) to lovers, established relationship
AUs: None
Summary: Your boyfriend is sweet, good and maybe the best boyfriend ever. When you find out he wasn’t always like this, you have to know more. He enlightens you with….the help of his roommate/friend.
Author’s Note: If I missed warning tags, typos or there’s details that don’t jive, ignore it. If you can’t, move on. Proofreading takes a backseat to creation more often than not.
I wanted to write a Haechan fic and wanted to have Mark play the loving boyfriend. He looks like he’d be a very perfectly loving partner. It turns out it’s much more fun to write about Mark being bad for a little bit.
If you took the time to read this, thank you. If you like it enough to give kudos, a comment or reblog, it’s appreciated but never required.
Tags: @kiestrokes
You had to admit: it felt so right with Mark’s arms around you. After a long history of dating duds, selfish assholes and only the most truly self absorbed types, he was a breath of fresh air.
The antithesis of all the mistakes ever made with men. Mark was the ideal gentleman and boyfriend. So perfectly sweet. Just like his kiss as he pecked your lips again, then pulled away to stare in your eyes.
Mark was comfortable with PDA. That was a beautiful change too. There wasn’t a moment he didn’t put off the energy that being with you—touching you—was all he wanted to do.
Sneaking a look at your lips, Mark’s tender smile was back. His eyes moved up to put his focus right back where he seemed to be able to spend all day: deep in your eyes.
“You could have warned me you were so fucking romantic, honey.” You giggled, then whined when his palm found your back and slid down to rest just above your ass.
So close and yet so far.
He was handsy occasionally. He was dutiful and doting. He just wasn’t….bold. Not a crime, but sometimes a girl just wanted a little intensity. A man who wasn’ t afraid to feel what was his. That altruism was sometimes a real damper on your roaring hormones.
”Where’s the fun in that? We’re going to learn a lot about each other as time goes on. I want to save a few things for later.” His dark eyes were briefly shaded as he narrowed them at you, through the tangled bangs that fell across his forehead.
“I’m all for surprises to keep things..spicy..”
”…But?”
You blinked.”But? ..Why did you—-“
Mark leaned in again, chuckling against your chin as he hunted around your lips as they worked while he cut you off. “I could see it in your eyes. It was coming, Y/n.” Even his rude moments were clouded in niceness. It was confusing enough.
“Even if you’re right..” You muttered. “I’m not trying to complain or anything.”
You pressed against Mark a bit more to emphasize your intention and enjoyed the responsive pressure that came immediately. At the small of your back one of his hands held the other wrist in a loose, easy grip.
”I’m all ears.. I like suggestions and constructive feedback.”
“One thing I love about you. Add it to the growing list. You’re just all lovable. 100% pure sweet and lovable. Was there ever a time you were a bad boy?” You were sort of joking,but kind of not too. Mark’s smile didn’t waver as he leaned back more and studied you silently before answering.
“Way back, yeah.” As if those days were long behind him—his tone said. “We grow and thank god we leave those phases behind.”
Mostly he was right. Except in this case, bad behaved Mark was a world wonder to your bad boy starved lizard brain.“But..I wonder what the sweet boyfriend I have today was like when he was not so…sweet. Not so…thoughtful and well behaved.”
“You’re not missing much.” Mark glanced beyond you to the apartment door, locked tight against the outside world. His chin jerked at the closed off space.
“Let’s get inside. I’d rather enjoy my time with you away from prying eyes.”
Rolling your eyes, you smirked. “Because this apartment building—this hallway—is the central hub for all city activity. Heaven forbid someone see us..”
“You never know..” He raised a brow.
“We could only wish. It’d be the most action this place has seen.” Wiggling out of Mark’s embrace, you turned and stepped towards the door. “Come on, handsome.”
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“You really want to know about my bad boy era, don’t you?” Mark asked, revealing quite suddenly where he was—standing behind the end of the couch you lounged on and until now, well out of view. You hadn’t heard even a floorboard creak of his approach and he knew enough not to lean too far over top of you until he wanted to.
Huffing, you stared up at his smiling face hovering into view now.
“You’re doing a good job scaring the shit out of your girlfriend. Does your roommate mind? If he does, we should put a bell on you.”
Mark looked unbothered and smoothed a strand of hair along your temple, other palm braced into the couch arm near your head. Now came the mute and brief squeak of wood under fabric, straining in old age and stress when Mark’s healthy weight bore down.
“She’ll forgive me. You know my intentions.. The roommate? He’s used to it.”
“Yep. Pure as driven snow. Now..give me SOMETHING. My friends are dying for more juicy details about you.” You were doubtful about his take on the roommate’s feelings, but you’d keep quiet on that front.
He wore a prideful smirk. ”Glad they’re interested in who I am—or was. Not dating them though—so make sure to check them if they ask.” He winked and caught your hand when you reached up to swipe at him. Mark pulled the hand to his lips, lightly stroking them over a knuckle. The distance in his narrow stare told you he was going far enough back in time to find this former Mark.
“What about my bad boy..times did you want to know?” He finally sighed.
“Times? I guess just…who did you run with then, let's start with that. If they knew you now, I’m sure they’d never believe you weren’t putting on an act. You’ve really mastered this whole innocent, polite shtick.”
“Don’t be so sure, I know him much better than you.”
“Of course you do. I didn’t know you then and never knew the guy—“
“You’re very wrong on the second part.” It was strange, what he’d said, and you didn’t hide the sentiment, head tilting in confusion.
“What does that mean? I’m too tired to solve logic puzzles. Come out with it.”
Mark’s brow rose as he stood again and took his time to walk along the back of the couch, heading for the other end, where he’d left a hoodie draped not so neatly. Before he picked it up, he continued.
”You’ve met the guy.”
”Great.” You sighed loudly. Dramatic, maybe just a little. A beat passed and you grunted. “When? What’s this guy’s name?”
Mark’s eyes darted to the hallway, then back to you. It was the quickness and the subtle tug the corners of his lips that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
“W—who—“ You began again.
”He lives with me.”
“Your roommate?” You gasped. This revelation brought you upright, sitting there with shoulders squared. Mark and his roommate didn’t seem quite like the odd couple, but they didn’t seem like they were simpatico either.
“Is this some kind of…bit? Are you lying for fun? That guy?”
Mark nodded, slipping into his hoodie without looking at you. Whatever shock just hit you, Mark seemed to be free of any stress burden over it. Finally he glanced back at you,your mouth now agape and eyes a little wider.
”What?” He snickered. “Is it THAT hard to believe? I wouldn’t live with a stranger.”
“I never knew about this—“
“Why would you need to? You don’t live here. We get along fine these days.”
”These days… like you didn’t get along before at some point?”
Mark’s cheeks plumped as he grinned bigger. He tugged the left, then right sleeves up a bit and paused. “Let’s just say it was more of a friendly competition.”
“I..” You blinked again a few times, rapidly. All kinds of thoughts spilled into your mind, crowding at the front. All demanding you come up with some verbal way to let them out.
”What do you mean? Don’t you DARE go until you explain this. It’s going to be hell for me if I have to wait for you to come back to get my clarity. I don’t deserve that.”
Mark walked towards you from around the other side now, threading the space between the coffee table and your upright form still on the couch. If he wanted, he could have sat down on the space next to you. But he didn’t. Instead your boyfriend stood there and looked down at you.
Whatever part of this he was enjoying, the visual signs were there: a glimmer in his eye and contentment, pulling his lips wide again. You’d never expected Mark to enjoy putting you off balance. If anything you’d come to rely on him evening things out when you were close to crashing out, spiraling or melting down.
His eyes softened a bit, the mischievous glimmer dulling until it faded entirely. He took a deep breath, then extended his hand. Once you were on your feet and nearly chest to chest with him, the explanation continued.
”My roommate. Haechan. I used to run the roads with him A LOT. We wasted so much time getting into trouble. In school. Outside school. With girls…”
“For how long?” You couldn’t help looking over at the hallway leading into darkness. In that darkness were several doors, one of which was Mark’s room. And Haechan’s.
You definitely knew where your boyfriend’s door was.
“Long enough.” Mark offered. “It’s not important, is it?”
“No.” You finally fixed your gaze on Mark again and he seemed pleased with that, lacing his fingers through your own when he took your hand more carefully this time. His grip was warm and assuring with a gentle pulsation. A subtle nod to his power—a physical dominance he didn’t use for evil, thank god.
“What else do you want to know about it?” He asked.
“Well…what did you guys do together?” God why were you doing this to yourself? Setting up to hear about other girls. Risking jealousy, even if you had him now and it should be enough. But of course it wasn’t—the urge to hear the salaciousness was too strong and tempting.
Mark carefully studied your features, then his chin tilted up. Gearing up, his chest expanded. “We skipped school. More than I’d liked. We drank.. even smoked pot once or…3 times.”
Your brows rose in unison as you grinned in surprise. He barely glanced at your reaction, still pushing on.
“We hung out with girls.”
”Hung out?” WHY did you insist on this? Your gut was seized by an invisible fist that slowly began to squeeze. You knew what might be coming and couldn’t get out of the way.
Mark glanced down at your hand in his. “Picked up girls. Haechan was really good at flirting. I was good too, but to watch him work. God..He got me girlfriends.. I did that same for him. Sometimes I’d date girls he broke up with..”
“And?” You poked his belly with your free hand. Mark looked at you again, face a bit more flushed. Was he…embarrassed?
”..And sometimes he got with my girlfriends. My..dates.”
There was something else Mark wasn’t saying and you leaned in, resting your chin against his chest, then tilting your head up to gaze at him. No way he’d escape your attention and hide by looking away. If it didn’t work for you, he couldn’t use it either.
“What is it, Mark. Say it.”
“—We just..did a lot of stuff together.”
“Babe..” You gently caressed a finger along the outline of his pec, through his t shirt. Mark’s torso tightened and you saw his throat work.
”It’s okay to tell me. I won’t be mad…OR jealous.” You assured, even if you weren’t 100% sure that was possible.
It was a long few seconds of silence before Mark’s voice came again. This time quiet and darker. More tension and huskier. It was…hot. You hadn’t heard him like this before. It wasn’t mad or stressed. It was something else bigger and sexier.
“We shared girls sometimes.”
So far..not too bad. “So you traded girlfriends—“
“No.” Mark interrupted. “We shared… In..bed. Like..at the same time.”
The floor suddenly felt very uneven. Your fingers tightened around his own and Mark squeezed again pulling you closer,into his front. Was the firmness you suddenly felt in his body nerves or other things? One thing was for sure: the subtle, thick curve of the bulge now crowding the space behind the zipper of his jeans. The fist squeezing your stomach moved up to your chest and a rush of heat pooled between your legs.
You and Mark were intimate. A lot. And it was good—always. You had no complaints. He was as attentive and selfless in the bedroom as he was outside of it. But..coupled with the unsoiled image right now and the call back to his not squeaky clean self before, you were trapped, overcome by a tidal wave of arousal. No WAY you could let this go.
“You had the same girlfriend—like you dated the same girl at the same time?”
“No.” Mark almost whispered. You had the sudden need to cover his mouth or crush your lips against it and explore deep with your tongue. You did neither, only waiting. Breathing. Feeling the floor under your feet.
“Sex. We had sex with her at the same time.”
“God.” You finally blurted out. Your face and core were in a race to see who could get hotter faster. Mark shook you gently, bringing attention back up to his face and concerned stare boring into your hazy eyes.
“..Baby..” His lips trembled. Mark looked ashamed but you didn’t want that. You wanted HIM. You wanted a taste of that…side. And Haechan? He was certainly the bolder, sexier person in the living situation. You’d never seen him home much, and if he was he was quiet and spent a lot of time in his room with the music going.
“Don’t be mad..” His voice was shaking too.
You touched his face and almost melted when he turned into your touch, nuzzling the warm, broad space of your palm. You pulsed deep inside.
”I’m not mad..” You gasped. “Not at all. Can I confess something?”
“Yes.” Mark’s eyes were mostly closed. He looked so..happy, reveling in your touch. What should be a romantic moment took on a sinister angle with arousal riding the network of nerves and veins all over your body.
You knew you could tell him anything and he’d take you as you were. It was about time he understood that he was due the same thing from you.
“I want to know what bad boy Mark is like. I want to…be with you like you used to be. Experience it.”
“Do you?” He blinked, side eyeing you. You nodded.
”Babe..” He moaned.
Stepping back, Mark’s expression was skeptical. He knew how to keep himself just in reach but leave room to change that on a whim with a single step.
Whatever bolt of realization stuck, Mark flinched without warning, then glanced at the clock on the wall nearby, and went into his pocket for his phone. Another deep breath, then he checked the phone display and looked at you again, pulling back a step.
You watched Mark’s head bow as he typed furiously, then slipped the phone in a back jeans pocket.
“..I’m going to go run a few errands so we’re prepared for making dinner tonight. Hang out here and I’ll be back. We can..talk about this a little more then?” What could you say? Staying silent, you shrugged, then nodded.
Mark leaned in, pecked your cheek, then zipped his hoodie. All you could do was trail his movement as he headed for the door. When it was open and his hand was on the knob, Mark gave you a last look framed with a warm smile.
“See you in a little bit, babe.”
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You reached for the towel on a hook by the sink when the door opened. Unceremoniously and almost boisterously. Casting a glance back you watched a form come through and barely catch the knob before the door swung into the wall.
Dark green eyes fixed on you, then Haechan shut the door a bit more gently. You studied his lean waist when he raised up to hang his coat on a hook near the door. Mark never wore pants that tight and complimentary. Your man was proud of his body, but modest about it.
“Where’s Mark?”
“That’s an interesting ‘Hello’, Haechan.” You met Mark’s roommate in passing now and then. All the times, albeit brief, were now crowding the forefront of your mind—like those questions before. This time it wasn’t about what Mark did. What Mark was like. It was all about Haechan.
The memories. The experiences. You wanted to ask all the same things—what was said and done—-especially about girls… Resisting the urge, instead you turned to face Haechan’s approach. He was already stopped at the island counter. That he might be purposefully separating you both was suddenly delightful—the intentionality.
You didn’t speak, enjoying studying all the fine details of Mark’s roommate that you’d turned a blind eye to before. Haechan was tall and his skin was impossibly smooth. A hint of a tan. You’d never noticed the lighter brown shade of his hair. Threaded in were light blonde hints. It suited the emerald eyes that briefly zeroed in on you once more.
“Hello.”
“Thank you—“
”Where’s Mark.” He picked right up where he left off. You uncrossed your arms and wandered towards one end of the island, feeling and confirming Haechan’s stare was on you every step of the way.
“He’s out, running some errands. He’ll be back.”
“Cool.” He huffed. At the fridge, he rummaged in the depths, then came up with bottled water, then without further words he unscrewed the cap. Then headed for the hallway. You were safe from confronting whatever thoughts were wrestling inside you right now as long as he was in his room. This time your stare stayed on Haechan like it was magnetized—-right to his ass. He had buns of steel, based on the untrembling nature as he sauntered.
Maybe Haechan was showing off. If so, it worked bringing you up onto tip toes, in effort to see as much as you could. Until his silhouette disappeared into the stretch of dark leading to the bedroom. A slamming door confirmed where he chose to spend this time until Mark returned. You weren’t hurt—in fact you were a little grateful as this urge dogging you wasn’t giving you any sort of break.
When the door slam echoed the tightness in your chest loosened. Suddenly you could breathe. Bracing against the island for support until the weakness passed and the world was ‘right’ again, you kept eyes on the still shadowed hallway.
Wherever Mark was, you hoped like hell he’d come back soon.
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The knock on your bedroom door was subtle. Polite enough. You almost didn’t hear it, prone on the bed, about to turn another page in your magazine. If it weren’t for the break in the music, you’d definitely wouldn’t have heard the handful of subtle, bare knuckle raps on the wood.
“Come in.” You called over one shoulder, eyes returning to the page and the article you’d just settled in to read. You’d exhausted all your best ‘busy’ things to fill up the wait while Mark was gone and it wasn’t a moment too soon when the door opened.
“Hey babe..” Mark’s voice was a wash of sunlight in the early morning. It was the very thing that had you smiling as you rolled onto your back. In spite of your still mostly damp hair and the haphazardly wrapped towel, Mark looked just as happy to see you.
He was sans the hoodie—as expected. Mark had a thing for following house rules the minute he stepped through the door. His shoes were always off and placed properly before his foot touched the carpet beyond the linoleum entry way at the apartment door. His coats, always neatly hung on one of the many empty hooks.
You sat up and began shifting down the bed before his hand came up, motioning you to stop before you’d really started. Without moving, palms sunk into the mattress and fingers lightly curled.
Mark looked a bit hesitant. And he hadn’t closed the bedroom door. He glanced back to the open doorway just after he noted your glance there, then looked back at you with a brief smile.
“You still want to…know?” It was all he said. And enough to get your entire body tense.
“Did you expect me to let it go while you were gone?” It was possible Mark thought it was some kind of long build joke. You were into humor but this wasn’t something you’d suggest to get a laugh. He SAW the way you reacted when he revealed hints of his past behavior, then again when Haechan was revealed as an oft-accomplice.
“Maybe.” Mark rubbed at the back of his neck, chuckling.
“Hope you didn’t bank on that, because you just lost. Inquiring minds…and all that. Spill it, honey.” Mark took a step forward and took your hand, then sat on the edge of the bed, half turned away. He pressed another kiss to the back of your fingers, then exhaled.
“I did some thinking about it while I was gone. I figured telling you is easy. Simple. Wouldn’t it be better if I just..showed you?” If he thought your mouth falling open was funny, he didn’t give any hint on his calm features. He waited. And stared. Eventually you came around to words and they came out.
“I’m sorry?” You looked around in confusion. Not that the answer was under any piles of clothes, inside any CD case or on the bookshelf, squeezed between a couple hardbacks. It was lingering here, in the air, between you both.
“You wanted to know what I used to do with Haechan.”
“Basically..” You gasped. Your neck felt cold and hot at the nape. It was surreal since you were really only wearing a towel and a sudden nervous demeanor. Like every awkward moment you had, Mark was unfailingly kind in ignoring it.
Instead his fingers wrapped your pointer and middle fingers, keeping them tightly together, then the pad of his thumb slid right up the center of the digits and down again. Slowly, over and over. It was hypnotic, slowly swirling the gooey heat in your sex.
It was as if the same pressure was sliding up your folds. Right now all you could think about was how badly you wanted to be on Mark’s cock. How the last time you’d done it was way, WAY too long ago. Weeks—-Ages, by your measurement.
Mark’s nostrils flared lightly. He seemed to note your shift from anxiously confused to smoldering tension and liked it. His smile beaming, again. “You trust me..” It was a statement without confirmation needed but he paused to emphasize his certainty. “So…let me show you some of what we used to do.”
“But..” He pressed a finger against your lips. The lightest pressure but enough to bully whatever you thought or wanted to say right back down. Pressure began to build behind your navel too. A low ache that if it went long enough could chew through your self control.
“Shh.” He soothed. “I know the problem—so I solved it. For old time’s sake….”
As he finished speaking Mark looked back to the doorway. You barely made out a figure approaching from the dark hall.
Haechan paused at the doorway, clad in sweats and a loose t-shirt, lids low and smile dreamy. His arms crossed. If you wanted out you’d need to be faster than Mark and willing to brave heights to escape through the window. You didn’t know Haechan well enough to assume he could read your nervous surprise. Mark did, and he knew what Haechan didn’t: you weren’t going anywhere.
“You’re curious, hmm?” Haechan said, finally stepping a foot through the doorway. Still blocking enough that your current fitness made it no match. “That’s what Mark’s text said.” He added, his head tilting. A moment later they shared a look.
So THAT was what Mark was doing on his phone earlier. You made a note to review this..revelation with you boyfriend once you were out of this situation and had a few days to process things, however this might go.
“Y/n..” Mark spoke into one cheek, letting his lips barely graze. “Lay back? Makes things much easier..”
Your eyes could only see his face as you slowly reclined. The bed was softer than ever. The sheets under your naked skin, cool and lightly fragrant. Mark settled back next to you, braced against one elbow,laid on his side, gazing into your eyes.
A tug at your towel alerted you. Hand going to the quickly loosening knot you’d done, your eyes found Haechan, now close enough to kneel on the floor, right between your knees and snug against the end of the bed.
It wasn’t terrycloth under your fingers. It was skin—warm and muscular. Several of his long fingers flexed, working anyway, in spite of your effort to block him. The knot melted away and he brushed the ends of the towel towards the far sides of your body, exposing naked and goosebump riddled flesh.
“I’m not going to hurt you..” Haechan murmured quietly, the silky warmth of his top lip touching just above your navel. Soon came another hand, brushing the rest of the towel off your skin on either side so you were laid fully exposed in a moment.
Haechan surveyed the newly revealed body under his eyes. Mark’s nails traced your nearer nipple, watching it pucker quickly. You inhaled sharp and your hips twitched. Haechan didn’t miss that, giggling.
“She’s sensitive there, hmm?” Haechan was pleasantly surprised. As he leaned up your body, Mark’s hand cupped under that breast and lifted enough for Haechan’s lips as they met and pulled most of your nipple deep. Slow. Perfectly latched. A gust of heat spilled from Haechan’s nostrils as he pulled a few times. Pleasure rocketed up your front.
You moaned and Mark’s nose followed your jugular. “Lucky you, Y/n. I always enjoyed when Haechan did the warm up—that’s what we called it. He got them wet and it made things much easier. You remember how much easier I slide in when you’re nice and wet for me..”
You turned your face towards Mark’s chest as he shifted closer, artfully arranging his arm around your head and shoulders, cradling carefully. A soft pop signaled Haechan was done with your nipple and moved to the other one, bathing it with his tongue, then trapping the sensitive flesh with perfect pressure.
The tugging feeling was heavenly. Your knees twitched and your thighs fell a touch wider. You couldn’t tell whose fingertips were climbing your inner thigh, but they were moving fast.
Out of view, below you, Haechan’s moan drifted up. He pulled away and your lips parted.
There wasn’t time to consider why you sounded so desperate and so turned on at the same time.
“M..mark..” You breathed.
He leaned in closer and your lips met. As he kissed you Haechan’s lips pecked your mound, then dropped lower. He pushed his tongue around your clit, sliced the tip down to open your folds, and pushed in. His tongue wormed around until he found the angle he wanted and he went to work.
You saw your share of videos like this. Men burying their faces between some lucky girl’s thighs. Deeply into the service of devouring the pussy in front of their face like it was a dessert they’d waited hours to get.
But this time it was YOU.
This was no clip condensing one part of a whole proper fuck session into a few minutes of on screen, 2 dimensional pleasure.
This was so much what you WANTED to imagine these women felt. It was YOUR turn to know. To learn.
Haechan’s palm cupped the back of your left knee and he pushed it up, then guided it around his neck and pushed his face firmer into you. His tongue had gone from steady, firm licking to undulations. Stabbing thrusts into the small, tight hole was the base of your pussy.
Your fingers went exploring, crawling down your body in blind need. The silky mess it found and slid through felt amazing. Your head reeled as teeth pinched your nipple and tugged. Haechan’s nose bumped against your clit as he rose up a little and pinned your thighs wide with both palms bearing down along the insides. He had you pinned wide open. No hiding from what he was doing.
Time was receding as your body lost track of who was where. What was being done and by which man. You could barely hear most sounds over your own moans, getting longer.
Occasionally Haechan gave a particularly wet lash of his tongue or popped off your skin loud enough to break through the dull haze that settled over your senses.
“Take it easy, Haechan.” Mark growled. But the husky creak of his tone said he was enjoying the crawl along that line between too much and just enough. Haechan walked up and down the border as he sucked your lips and let each side go.
He paused to let some saliva slide down his lips and drop onto your hood. When it reached your opening, he pushed the gathered wetness in with his tongue.
Your fingers curled in his hair, gripping tighter. He moaned. You tugged and he nodded with a deep rumble. Your walls flexed. Fluttered. As your ass started to leave the bed Haechan stopped. Cold. Pulled back without warning, gently gripping your wrists to free himself.
“Feeling good, Y/n? Should I stop? I don’t want to ..your pussy tastes so good. God.. Mark you’re a lucky fucker.”
“Tell me about it.” Mark concurred. He dipped his middle finger through your folds and came back up, sucking the digit clean. His eyes rolled up and closed as he swallowed. “I’m always jealous of how you can suck so long and not get tired. Like you don’t need to come up for air or anything..”
”I guess being silver tongued and stubborn has its perks.” Haechan retorted. His breath moved over your clit as he spoke to the small bud. The faintest tickle of his hair along your belly made you shudder.
“Looks and feels like she’s pretty ready for the next step.” Mark leaned over you again, openly staring down to Haechan’s spot right in front of your pussy. “Baby…” He lifted your head again, cupping at the back as his eyes came so close you could barely focus.
“Hmm?” You moaned, lips parted. If he kissed you right now like you so badly wanted… you swore you’d pop right here. But he didn’t. Leave it to Mark to know exactly when to dole out a kiss.
“You look so good. Your sounds… So. Fucking. Sexy.” You felt his fingers pulling at your hood softly. The tip of a tongue swiped across. Not nearly enough to make you come, but enough to keep stimulation even.
“W..What happens now?” You panted. The answer was fairly quick—the tips of several fingers brushing over and then sinking into you. Two digits, strong and gentle, pulled you open just enough to give your tight muscles the counter pressure you loved. When lips latched onto your clit and began sucking again, you let out a moan. Sharp and abrupt.
In unison, Mark and Haechan chuckled. “That’s right,baby.. Hae and I are kind of a good team. Living together isn’t always smooth but playing with a pussy as good as yours—that’s never an issue. You like the way he’s sucking on that clit?”
Your lolling head served as enough of a nod for Mark. There was low murmuring between the two men as your eyes barely opened again, focused on the ceiling. Your body gently jerked as Haechan’s shoulders rocked against the insides of both thighs.
You knew the way those fingers sunk deep and twisted to find that spot. The one that changed the blackness to fireworks when your lids turned to steel curtains. Your head craned into the mattress. The squelch of fingers fucking steady into you matched your rising breaths.
Haechan sucked harder. Changed his tempo. Stopped without any predictable pattern. When you grabbed and hauled his face against your mound his buzzing laugh felt divine through your folds and hood.
“Let me help..” Haechan murmured as he paused sucking. Another finger, then a second one, slowly traced your labia, then worked into your pussy along side the other two. Now you understood, eyes open again in shock. Mouth hanging low in pleasure and helpless as you sucked in and gasped out each breath.
Mark’s eyes were right there in front of you. He was leaning so close, like just the two of you were sharing a secret. Forehead to forehead. Under the bedroom light there dapples of sweat along the bridge of his nose and his lips had gotten an extra shine. He kept licking them, unsconsciously at times, but very intentionally other times when you shivered or the sound of Haechan’s growl overlapped with your pussy clinging to his in and out stroking fingers.
“Whose…F..fingers..” You chattered. Mark didn’t move. A drop of sweat ran down his nose and disappeared. You didn’t feel where it landed. All you could feel was the mind scrambling counter stroke of four fingers moving in opposite pairs. And the enormous pressure now cresting your pelvis. Everything began to tighten.
You inhaled. Moaned something nonsensical. Two of the fingers stabbed deeper. Harder. Mark nibbled your lower lip. “Feel you tightening up. Gonna come for us, baby?”
Us. Come for us, baby. Mark’s question, echoing in your mind. You couldn’t answer because he kissed you for quite a bit after that.
“She’s getting really fucking tight..” Haechan reported, voice deliciously tense. He changed from sucking to lapping at your clit, battering the sensitive tip. Lashing all over it with the end of his tongue. Your increasing squeeze didn’t deter him, it seemed. The cyclical motion of his fingers went on and on.
”So good, Y/n. Get Haechan all wet. He was always really turned on by girls who made him a mess. He used to tell me how good the sex was after.”
When your high came it was the peak of a slow build. And it was big. Your body stilled. Your knees twitched and your thighs clamped helpless around Haechan’s broad shoulders. While you convulsed along Mark’s side, he listened, palm down, casually resting on one breast to counter with just enough pressure when your body arched one last time.
”Holy shit..” Haechan groaned as he came away from your slippery, still twitching pussy. All four fingers slid away and the trickle following their retreat was immediate. You couldn’t care and listened as Haechan cooed, pushing your knee higher—at an angle to watch juices trickle down onto the towel under your ass.
He gave a final lick and then climbed up the bed. Mark pulled back to make room for Haechan to bring his mouth to yours. He didn’t kiss you, but he sure looked like he wanted to. His chin and lips almost glowed with slick.
“Get your pretty little ass back on Earth with us, Y/n.” He was almost purring. Haechan deserved to have a bit more pride and ego in this moment. You could only offer a mournful laugh. The world was shifting so fervently. Behind your lids both eyes danced back and forth. You needed to breathe. You needed to calm yourself—everything felt like it was shaking.
“Y/n..” Eventually Mark’s voice called to you.
”Mark…” You sighed.
“Roll over a little for me..” He replied. You felt the smile as his lips touched with yours.
You couldn’t do it yourself and hands came to your aid. One pushed and the other pulled. Eventually you were carefully rolled onto your side. Mark inched in behind you, bracing your back against him. The bed sank considerably as Haechan’s body stretched out in front of you, face to face. Like one would pull a blanket over themselves, he took hold at the back of your knee and pulled that thigh over his hip.
Then the kissing began. Slow and exploring at first. Then soft and urgent. Wet. Moaning encouragingly, Haechan made out with you until your hips shifted against him. A grip slid in place over your hip. From the vice like nature, you knew it was your boyfriend.
You lay between the two men and felt Haechan’s tongue sliding along your lips. Between them, as he’d done below the waist. You could taste yourself and didn’t mind. His fingers slid through your hair this time, gripping softly. When he pulled back, Mark’s lips worked from your ear lobe down to your collarbone and up again.
If this was heaven, you could spend forever right here. In this bed. Between these two men.
“Did it always…end like this?” You finally asked, voice quiet and strained. Haechan watched you speak, then smiled.
”Wanna take this one, Mark?” He glanced over you, the warm body at your back.
”Mmmnn… End? Usually no. This was a warm up.”
“Warm up?” You squeaked.
Your guts clenched again. Your pussy fluttered. You wanted that too and pushed your face into Haechan’s neck to escape the confusion of why this wasn’t a one and done.
“Yeah.” Haechan added, stroking your hair. Playing with a few thicker strands between his diligent fingers. The same that had pushed into your pussy. Made you wet that towel. Like it was..nothing. Too easy for a man of his caliber.
”..I remember this one girl begged for my cock.”
“Mine too.” Mark giggled. “Figured out just how much pressure it takes to get us both in, didn’t we?”
“Mark!” You mewled against Haechan’s skin. His throat vibrated with another laugh. Mark shuddered behind you, tugging your hip to bring your ass back against him. Underneath your back and ass the towel had gone from dry and warm to damp and humid. Not the most comfortable, but a small price to pay for what you just went through.
“You wanted to know. We’re telling you.”
“At the same time? Like—“ You searched for how to say this. How to put to words what you already knew: two cocks. Inside you at the same time. You and Mark had JUST gotten into a fairly good routine together—even if it wasn’t quite regular enough to tame your appetite.
“If you asked, yes.” Haechan said. “But only if you asked.” He took a moment to kiss your lower lip softly after gripping your chin to get you out of hiding from his neck, then he spoke again. “..And you would, Y/n.”
“..What about this—-US?” You asked, watching Haechan’s heavy gaze go from you to Mark again. There was a soft tug at your hair, guiding your head back a little more, making it harder for you to move. It felt good though.
”What do you think,Mark? We didn’t stop here often, did we? Maybe she should find out?”
“I don’t know..” Mark’s brows lowered. “It’s been a while since she and I…since we made love.”
Mark’s way of describing it was so soft romantic. You wanted to coo but the sound was trapped too deep in your throat.
“How about I sit back and watch? You can show ME what you do—what’s changed. Maybe I can show off a little after?” God and the devil only knew what lurked behind Haechan’s suggestion. His eyes on you, watching your boyfriend take you apart in an unrivaled way.
A chance to pump Mark’s ego. Your boyfriend was humble by default. If anyone deserved a boost to their confidence, it was Mark. This could change that for one sexy moment.
“Hmmm..” Mark’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear then tickled the strands stuck across the damp skin. Goosebumps came again, going from your neck down to your thigh and you briefly trembled.
“Baby…what do you say? You and me… We can show Haechan how good I make you feel. Maybe he can learn a thing or two.”
”I won’t even critique.” Haechan chuckled and Mark’s quick slap to Haechan’s bicep rang out. The firm hold on your hair released and that hand rested on the side of your neck. So casually, but so much like it was natural there.
You’d never have guessed before that Haechan had such a ..way about him. He was mysterious and confusing before but now.. all the possibilities waiting behind the word ‘Yes’ seemed mind blowing.
Almost too much.
Almost.
