Labeling A Relationship is Hard
Pairing: Donghyuck x Mark x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Warnings: uhh threesome-ish, SWS (okay i didn’t know this was an acronym but it’s smut with substance), also humor
Word Count: 6.0k
Requested: Yes! (Hope it’s good angel 💚)
If you’d gone back five years to tell yourself about the situation you were caught in, there was a good chance you would’ve shrugged your shoulders and called the cops. But now that you were in it, you were sure you would be very happy and hollering in joy.
It all started off when you met Mark Lee, the picture-perfect Canadian transfer student, who’d joined your middle school halfway through the year. He had stumbled into the room with an awkward half-step and a small chuckle. The nervous boy had introduced himself so enthusiastically, he ended up banging his head on the teacher’s desk when bowing. This caused the teacher to sigh and instruct you, as the star student, to take care of him for the day.
You could still remember the way he hid the tears in his eyes, refusing to cry and smiling instead as you led him to the nurses office.
“I’m Mark,” he said to you, rubbing his hands together and staring at you with his teary doe eyes.
Of course you remembered his name from his unforgettable introduction earlier. “I know,” you had quirked, watching as he laughed shyly. “I’m (y/n), by the way. You have a nice voice.” The blunt compliment had slipped out of your mouth, leaving you blushing. He did have a really nice voice at the time, kind of high-pitched, but still sweet.
“Ah, haha, really?” Cue a voice crack and another giggle. “I don’t know about that, but I think yours is nicer. It’s nice to meet you, though.” He finally had the courage to stretch his hands out for a handshake. You had thought otherwise and laced your hands with his, keeping up with his pace as the two of you walked down the hall.
That day had been fairly eventful from other things you had recalled. After your quick visit to the nurses’ office, you’d detoured to the cafeteria and got several free cookies from the lunch ladies before making your way to the various classes.
As the day had progressed, Mark had gotten more comfortable with you and asked to exchange house numbers, telling you to call him so you could set up playdates. Who were you to refuse him?
The first time you had gone over to his house, you met his older brother and his parents, who were more than happy that he’d gotten another friend in his first week at the new district. They were quick to bring you in the house and tell you a bit about Mark’s embarrassing childhood stories, but Mark had other plans. He had pulled on your arm as a signal for you to stop talking with them.
So as you finished greeting them quickly, you both ran to the neighborhood park to play cops and robbers. He was always the cop, chasing you around with his water gun, but he was a bit slower than you. In fact, it was humorous how you’d always outrun him. To make sure he wouldn’t feel bad, you kept a slow pace and purposely let him catch you, but it was all worth it to see the smile on his face as he caught you.
Observing the curfew his parents had placed, the two of you returned home by seven that day and said your goodbyes, promising that the next time you’d meet, you’d bike on a cul-de-sac near his house.
A few playdates later, you both were over at your place. He stood on your porch looking as angry as a fourteen year old could look, with eyebrows turned inwards and lips in a pout. When you inquired who made him this mad, he said it was his other friend. Upon further questioning as to who this other friend was, he’d just vaguely shrug and say it was someone really annoying. And that was the end of it.
Of course, young-teenager you quickly became jealous of this other friend. Who was that person and why were they taking your friend away? It took you several tries to get his name: Lee Donghyuck, also referred to as the ‘devil’ by Mark. His real name left a melodic ring on your tongue and you had a newfound desire to meet this person.
One day, not too long after you’d learned the mysterious boy’s name, you were sitting on the swings, lazily kicking your legs back and forth watching the small fumes of anger unfold in front of you. Mark had his favorite red cap on and was swinging quite furiously.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” You asked unabashedly. His face was pointed towards the ground, even as he moved fervently.
“Ugh, it’s just...Donghyuck. I swear the kid’s gonna make me regret coming here.”
You sighed. There it was, that name again.
“Why don’t you let me meet him? I’ll square up to him,” you threatened, showing your fists at him.
He shook his head. “Too much trouble. Like, you really don’t want to meet him. Really. He’s such a handful.” To emphasize his point, he stopped kicking his legs and spread his hands apart to show you how much of a handful he really was.
You laughed. “Alright, whatever you say.” The way he puffed his cheeks in frustration nearly had you falling for him. He was really cute when he was frustrated, but you never thought more of it. Instead, you were more annoyed that you couldn’t be there to help your friend when he was irked. This just made you wonder how much of a handful could the boy really be?
In your next year, the final year before you’d go to high school, you finally got to meet Donghyuck, leather jackets and all. He had such a fiery personality that you were surprised you’d never met him before.
You were in the cafeteria drinking your milk and watching as Jaemin, another friend Mark had introduced to you in the past year, snorted pixie sticks jokingly. He sneezed so hard that the remaining dust scattered and flew on Mark, who was clearly disgusted.
“That’s disgusting, man. You’re paying for dry-cleaning,” he complained, dusting his outfit from the sweet powder.
Jaemin shrugged and drank some water. “Only if you pay me.”
You were outright laughing at this sitcom-like scenario and turned to see Jaemin sending a flying kiss (and wink) at you. Obviously, you reciprocated it and slapped your hand on Mark’s thigh repeatedly as you tried to ground yourself from laughing too hard.
You were clearly taken aback, however, when you saw a figure approaching behind the flirty boy, walking with swag that you could only describe as cringey - one hand on his hips as he carried his TMNT lunchbox in the other.
“Mark Lee,” he shouted from across the room.
No one paid any attention to him other than your small group.
“Yah, Haechan,” Jaemin greeted him first, fist-bumping and giving him a bro hug.
Mark beside you took in a deep breath and covered his face to huff in frustration before looking at you. “It’s about time you met him. It was inevitable. Donghyuck, this is (y/n). (Y/n), Donghyuck.”
Said boy gave you a warm smile, a stark contrast to his appearance, and stretched out his hand. “You’re pretty.”
To say the least, you were shocked at his extroverted personality. He exuded confidence, but didn’t seem quite as bad as Mark often described him. At least he called you pretty. Finding the new boy interesting, you met his hand with two fingers forming into scissors, a trick you’d learned from your neighbor, Jisung.
“I know.”
He scoffed. “You’re supposed to say ‘thank you,’ you know.”
“But you called me pretty. That’s a fact,” you responded.
He rolled his eyes but smiled. “Fine. I’ll give you that one.”
Mark just let out a groan as he watched the two of you interact. This wouldn’t end well. And he was right. You and Donghyuck were the perfect combination of chaos and comebacks, but it’d made the friendship dynamic so much more interesting with the three of you together.
The two of you would often tag-team in teasing Mark, the subject of most of your pranks. In fact, you pranked him so much that Mark quickly adapted to accept his fate and would just watch as you two had fun.
In the beginning of your budding friendship, he’d make sure that you two weren’t doing something crazy to get in trouble with the law (“What does spray painting a wall in the abandoned house have to do with the cops?” Donghyuck would quip. “A lot,” Mark would respond, pulling you behind him. It’d taken a while for Mark to convince him that his idea was not brilliant, but dumb.)
Slowly, he let up, but still kept a watchful eye on the two of you even after several years had passed.
He wasn’t always that much of a prude. Sometimes, he’d join in when he thought that the tricks were appropriate, such as putting pink dye in the laundry to turn all the whites into various vibrant shades. The punishment he’d gotten after with the two of you was well worth it after he saw you picking up a pair of pink underwear and placing it on your head for fun.
Unfortunately, you got in trouble for fooling around a second time when Donghyuck yelled loudly at you for not being productive. Mark had been banned from playing video games for a week and Donghyuck spent the week whining about not having his gaming buddy.
Overall, you’d say that you had an enjoyable childhood after the two boys entered your life.
You saw quite a large change as you guys grew up. Mark had learned not to hate his friend as much and began to enjoy his presence much more. He would occasionally get jealous, but he could always be consoled with a hug and a midnight donut run.
On the other hand, Donghyuck had been the missing sunshine in your life. He’d learned about you much quicker than you would have guessed.
Sometimes, it was scary how well he knew you despite having entered the picture a year after Mark. Whenever you were upset, he’d pull up with Mark on his bike and take you on a mini excursion around the neighborhood as he pointed out all the horrible architecture. When you needed a picker upper from a horrible exam grade, he’d always be there with some face masks and chocolates for a self-care day. Obviously he’d end up eating most of the chocolates, but you’d always feel better after being in his presence.
It was safe to say that you loved the two so much that you all went as far as choosing to move in with each other, post-graduation. It was a rather decent living situation with a small two bedroom apartment that could fit a total of four beds (twin-sized, but rather comfortable), a functioning kitchen, a corner office space, and a mini-living area. The three of you had considered finding a fourth roommate to ease the monthly bills, but you knew that the shift in dynamics from a trio would be strange at this point.
Mark and Donghyuck had taken one room and you’d taken the other, happy to have your own space. Having your own room was beneficial since you’d gotten decorative freedom, so you chose to spend the first month decorating your room. Photos taken from high school parties and middle school galas adorned the walls and you could easily see a timeline of how the three of you had grown.
Mark was much taller and leaner now, but you could see the short moustache phase he had in his sophomore year before he decided to shave it off since ‘it looked too weird’. You could also see that his fashion sense had grown immensely, the designer clothes he chose to wear now clinging to his figure nicely. His voice had also gotten deeper, especially when he’d wake up in the morning before drinking his ritual coffee. The sweet, awkward boy you’d known earlier had grown up well and that made you happy.
Donghyuck was still the same childish boy as before, just more mature. He had learned to understand when his pranks would go too far and even learned to apologize whenever he’d cross the line. He had also decreased the rate of his petty arguments with Mark and you were more than grateful to get past that phase.
He always had a fantastic fashion sense, so you couldn’t knock that out. However, he’d gotten much more...sexier? If that was a way you could word it. His eyeliner had gone from post-breakup, MCR vibes to something more accentuated, giving his eyes a half-lidded appearance. Sometimes, he’d catch you staring and lick his lips teasingly, but it never escalated more than that. You just ticked that as one of his personality quirks.
You were fine with that. Totally fine.
As you glanced at yourself in the photos, you found yourself cringing at your middle school phase. Silly bands and beyblades were scattered in the background as you back hugged Mark and threw a peace sign. You had definitely glowed up, 100%. There was no doubt about that. You were a little taller (“Not by that much,” Hyuck often teased you) and so much more happier than before. Your smile was wider and you had become more confident in yourself as the years had rolled by. That was something you could pin on meeting the two best people in your lives.
A sharp rap knocked you out of your thoughts. “Uh, hey, (y/n)?” It was Mark.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going shopping. We ran out of eggs and milk. You want anything?”
“I just want some milk,” you quoted.
“Right...vines. Haha. Anyway, I’ll be back in an hour,” he responded.
“What are you gonna do for an hour? Take a solid dump?”
He looked offended. “No-I-(y/n), absolutely not. I have to be careful about what we’re buying, you know? Anyway, I’ll be back soon. Make sure Donghyuck doesn’t do anything wild.”
You laughed. He was still so cute when he pouted at you. “Yeah, of course. I’ll call you if anything happens. I’m sure you’d love to have some of the action.”
“Eugh-” you heard him fake vomit and walk out, shutting the door behind him. You could hear him give a similar warning to the other boy before leaving.
You sighed and gathered your thoughts as you walked out of the room. You were definitely teasing him when you joked about something happening between you and Hyuck but suddenly, you weren’t too sure about that.
Donghyuck was reclining on the sofa, legs stretched out onto the coffee table in front of him. One of his arms was extending across the back of the sofa and the other was holding his cell phone, lazily searching through his SNS for any updates.
Your gaze accidentally dropped to see that his light grey sweatpants were loose on his waists, revealing a slight v-line that almost had you wanting more. You snapped out of it when he clicked his tongue.
His eyes didn’t even lift from his phone when he began speaking to you. “Like what you see?”
You huffed. “As if.” There was no way you were going to get caught doing anything with your best friend. You couldn’t imagine how Mark would react if he found out you had been ogling at him right after you promised that nothing would happen.
Deciding to be casual in your approach in contrast to your wandering mind, you plopped down on the opposite side of him and lifted your legs up to his lap. He didn’t even flinch.
“Hyuck?” You asked, waiting for his reply.
His sharp eyes flitted up to meet yours. “Yeah?”
“Nothing I’m bored.”
“Not my problem,” he replied, struggling as you kicked your legs slightly. Feeling slightly annoyed, he finally set his phone down on the table and stretched his arms above his head, letting out a groan. The baggy tank top that he was sporting lifted slightly, just barely revealing his (cute) tummy. God, he was acting so innocent and that was driving you crazy.
“I’m bored~,” you argued, crossing your arms. Mark was going to be out for an hour and you were in a teasing mood, so you decided to play with him. “Entertain me.”
He let out a chuckle. “Oh baby, you want me to entertain you? I bet you won’t see this coming.”
You found yourself lying underneath him in an instant, letting out a squeak as he pulled your legs and crawled on top of you. His soft brown eyes were searching your face to the answer of his unspoken question. Feeling a bit awkward, you snorted and moved your hands to rest against his neck.
“This is a nice angle.” That was true. You could see every detail on his face, from the small constellations of his moles to his pouty, pink lips. If you looked below, you would see that his shirt was hanging low enough to reveal that he was breathing rapidly.
“I could say the same,” he replied.
Honestly, you had no idea what you looked like from his point of view, but you hoped that your hair wasn’t too ruffled from his rash movements or reveal the red blush that you could feel was spreading across your face. You found it really sweet that he’d left a small gap so you could back out any time.
One look in his eyes told you what he was feeling: hesitant, but confident. All it would take was one move. That’s it. That was all that was needed to cross the line and he was waiting for you to do it.
A sudden surge of confidence crashed over you, and you found yourself closing your eyes, hoping for the best, and pulling his neck down gently to mold your lips to his. It was almost as if all the tension you’d felt from the past suddenly rush into you and you found yourself wanting more.
He didn’t stray too far from your lips either, pecking and pulling your lower lip with his teeth. You moaned at the feeling and he raised his head in surprise as if he just realized what the two of you were doing. He backed away, returning back to his spot on the couch and let out a cough.
“I...we got carried away.” You could see the way that his ears tinged red and his lips were a little swollen from your mini-makeout session.
Truthfully, you felt a little disappointed at him backing away but you knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to ruin all the years of friendship the two of you had built, not to mention Mark’s trust. The two of you wouldn’t risk going behind his back to hook up.
Clearly, Donghyuck closed the matter and picked up his phone to continue where he left off. You grabbed your own and went on TikTok to distract yourself, but all you found were story times from dates and that frustrated you even more.
Mark came back an hour later just as he’d promised. He’d noticed the tension in the air, but chose not to say anything, instead placing items in the fridge.
Donghyuck leaned against the counter as he did so, watching him struggle to carry the two milk jugs. “Do you even lift, bro?”
Mark just glared at him and tried to scare him by fake-throwing the mini watermelon at him. “I'm the only one shopping around here. At the very least, you could put these things in the storage!” The offender only chuckled and winked as he walked away. The two continued bickering throughout the rest of the night, periodically involving you in the argument. You shut them both up by calling Hyuck the victor leading to Mark giving up and calling it a night.
As you were tossing and turning in bed, you tried to forget about the kiss. You really did. But as you thought about the way that his lips caressed yours so gently, you wanted to feel the sparks again.
A few weeks had passed by and nothing else had occurred between you and Donghyuck. Even Mark pretended that everything was normal and you thought that’d be it. But it wasn’t.
Jaemin’s birthday party changed things up. He hosted a banger with all of his acquaintances (which were admittedly a lot of people - not a strange sight due to his popularity). Not unusual to you, a game of spin the bottle had ensued and he had persuaded your trio to join his group.
The first to go, a guy named Jeno, landed on a pretty girl who he smiled at politely before dragging her to a guest room upstairs. The second was Mark. Pure boy Mark. When he spun the bottle, he shook his head. “I have a bad feeling,” he muttered.
As the bottle finally settled, you found yourself holding your breath. It had landed on none other than your other best friend. Donghyuck looked beyond pleased at this turn of events, smiling and puckering his lips to prep for the kiss. Mark was absolutely horrified beside you. “Can I re-spin the bottle? Choose a substitute?”
Jaemin shook his head. “It’s a game. Better luck next time.” He fanned his face in fake sympathy and then clapped his hands.
Hyuck crawled closer to Mark and signaled you to grab him. You went along and grasped Mark’s flailing arms. His voice comedically began to crack as he panicked. “No, ah, Donghyuck probably isn’t even a good kisser-”
His words did the opposite effect as the boy smashed his lips against Mark’s. He eventually relaxed in your hold and kissed back.
Soon, the two were engrossed in the kiss and you let go of his limp arms, which he immediately raised to hold Donghyuck’s hair. You could see the way he practically melted into the youngers mouth and found yourself getting jealous at the scene.
Feeling a little awkward, you turned to see Jaemin looking excited and hollering at the two. It felt like eternity before they pulled apart and settled back into their spots and the audience settled down slowly. Mark rubbed his neck and rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, but it didn’t take a genius to see how affected he was.
You were stirred by a tap from Jaemin who handed the bottle to you. Accepting it even though your mind was still occupied with the steamy kiss you’d witnessed, you took your chance. It ended up landing on Jisung, your self-proclaimed ‘son,’ so you kissed him on the forehead and moved on with the game.
The rest of the night was a blur and the three of you went back to your apartment, each lost in the events of the party. It only served to strengthen the tension in the room whenever the three of you would be there. Mark would let out a couple of ‘haha’s’ whenever he saw Donghyuck and lick his lips. You would be lying if you said you didn’t do the same.
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A few months rolled by and the three of you had grown busier with your respective studies/work, finding yourselves occupied by day and only having time to meet in the evening for meals before sleeping and repeating the cycles.
It wasn’t until the following summer when classes had ended for the session that you were comfortably able to resume your conversations with the other boys, or at least one of them.
Mark had gone out for another grocery run and you found yourself in the same position as a year ago, sitting across from Donghyuck. This time, your leg was crossed in front of you. He was on his phone again, clearly not paying any attention to it since the two of you had been busy catching up on the latest incidents.
You recalled a personal favorite of yours when a cult of students had set the econ building on fire, resulting in free ‘A’s for the entire class. Thankfully, no one was in the building at that time, but you were never a hater for free grades.
Hyuck was cracking up as he recounted his own story of how the football team at his university had celebrated at the restaurant he waitered at and they liked him so much they gave him tickets for the rest of the season and five additional guest passes.
His eyes were practically sparkling with joy, but you couldn’t find yourself joining him. Seeing him smile reminded you of all the memories that you’d missed out on and threw you in a sudden downhearted mood.
He noticed the change and moved to sit next to you, lifting your chin so you could see him. His breath hit your face in soft huffs, smelling like the peppermint gum he always kept in his back pocket.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He was very gentle in his approach, treating you delicately and fondly. His other hand moved in to hold yours.
You shook your head. “Nothing. It just hit me how much we missed since we’ve been so busy recently. I missed this...no I missed you two.” Your eyes were watering up a little and you blinked rapidly, willing the tears to disappear.
Donghyuck, not missing a beat, moved in and kissed the corner of your eyes where your tears were gathering. “I know you did. So did I. And I’m sure Mark did too.” His hand was rubbing soothingly against your own and you were thrown back into the memory of him kissing you just like this, in the same spot.
You hadn’t even realized when you moved up to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, but when you did, you were quick to pull away. Your eyes widened in shock. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
He interrupted you by leaning in again and pressing against you with more passion than before. The hand that was on your jaw moved in a rhythm only the two of you could feel. His lips felt so silky as he moved against you, noses bumping occasionally. He let out a soft whine when you swiped your tongue against his lower lip and opened his mouth.
You had heard about many people talking about tongues fighting for dominance and all that, but for you two, it seemed so much more natural when you took the lead. There was no resistance and he let you control the pace from here, matching your maneuvers with his own. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle in his mouth when his other hand moved to your waist and rubbed ticklish circles against your skin.
The two of you were clearly beyond the point of caring and Donghyuck seemed to feel your arousal, so he decided to take it a step farther. Carefully, he changed your position so that you were now underneath him, almost like deja vu from the first time.
You sighed happily and glanced at his warm gaze.
One of his hands cupped your jaw and the other slipped under your shirt. “Whatcha lookin at, beautiful?”
You couldn’t help but snort at his cheesy words. “Clearly you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” His hand inched on top of your breast and took a tentative squeeze, waiting for your reaction. You let out an exaggerated moan and batted your eyelashes at him. “Could you, like, do something more?”
He rolled his eyes and moved his head to press against your neck. “So impatient. We have all the time in the world right now.” You huffed and tilted your head to the side so that he could have easier access. He reciprocated by humming pleasantly at your eagerness. Hyuck continued to fondle your breasts as he mouthed against your neck, moving around while biting and licking in an attempt to find your sweet spot. It didn’t take too long and you moaned at the feeling, almost visualizing the way he smirked cockily as he marked you up.
It was starting to feel real good and you were about to raise his head up for another kiss until he suddenly took his hand out of your shirt. You involuntarily whined at the loss of contact until you saw what he did next. Hyuck took two fingers and raised them to your mouth. “Suck.”
You opened up your mouth and swiped your tongue around his fingers sloppily, watching as his eyes blew out in pure lust. His puffed lips slightly opened as he let out a deep groan. “That’s my good girl.” You keened at the praise, finally loving the attention he was giving you.
Hyuck took his fingers out with a ‘pop’ when he was satisfied. “You sure you wanna do this?”
You took his hand and dragged it down to where you wanted him to touch you the most. “If you don’t finger me right now, I’ll kick you out of the room and do it myself.”
He chuckled at your frustration and licked his lips. “Should I?” He mused, rubbing his palm against the cotton of your shorts. You raised your hips at the friction and glared at the teasing. You tried pushing him off, impatient and horny, but he beat you to it and finally slipped his fingers under your shorts.
“Wow, you’re dripping. Can you hear that?”
You strained your ears for a second and you heard the slight squelches as he rubbed into your heat. Slightly embarrassed, you tried to turn your head to the side but he wouldn’t allow that. He moved your chin so that you were facing him and cooed. “Aw, you have such a pretty face. I want to see your reactions.”
Letting out a sigh, you gave in to his request. Instead of covering your face this time, you opted to watch the way his hand was working sinfully inside your shorts. You could feel his hard-on beside you and tried to give him some relief but he swatted your hand away, saying that you were his priority.
His fingers were pumping at a leisure pace, thumb rubbing circles into your clit at the same pace. You were getting impatient, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he let out a little chuckle and turned to the door. “You can come out now.”
You heard a sharp gasp from behind the door and lifted your head to see a blushing Mark standing there, covering his boner as discreetly with his hands as possible. Surprisingly, you noticed that he didn’t look as scandalized as you thought he would’ve been. Rather, he was pretty turned on as evident by the way his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of Hyuck’s hands touching you.
“How long have you been standing there?” You hadn’t noticed his arriving in the apartment at all, but you weren’t mad at that.
He shuffled nervously, eyes still trained on his friend’s hand. “Uh-maybe five minutes?”
Hyuck lifted his other hand and gestured for him to join the two of you on the bed. “You’re our missing puzzle piece. Come over here so we can do this properly.”
The older wasn’t fazed as he walked over and sat down on the sofa beside the other. “This is, like, really hot.”
You hummed in agreement. “It is.”
Oh, and it was definitely about to get hotter, especially when Hyuck used his free hand to grab the back of Mark’s head and lean in for an open-mouth kiss. Mark groaned into the kiss and sucked on the youngers’ tongue. “Fuck, you have no clue how much I wanted to do this.”
You propped yourself up on your elbow, adjusting yourself to see the view better. Hyuck stopped thrusting his fingers and pulled them out, shoving them against Mark’s lips. “You know what to do.” The elder obediently stuck his tongue out and licked them clean from your juices.
You nearly came at the sight, watching as the two were having their fun. You decided to have your own and moved so that you were straddling Hyuck’s hips and facing Mark’s hard-on. As you palmed Mark’s tip, you heard him let out a cry. He hadn’t noticed you changing positions and was pleasantly surprised.
“Pants off,” you commanded.
He didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down as he watched you immediately move closer and fondle his balls. At the same time, you swiveled your hips up against the boy behind you.
At this point, the two had stopped whatever they were doing and got washed up in the pleasure, whining as you continued your ministrations.
Hyuck was the first to speak up. “F-feels good.” He rolled his hips back against yours and leaned forward to press kisses against your back, nimbly unbuttoning your shirt and taking it off. You shimmied your arms and then resumed to suck on the hard cock in front of you. Mark leaned his head back at the feeling of your wet mouth on him before he gathered your hair into a make-shift ponytail. He watched you trail against his length and bob your head up and down in a simple rhythm that had his legs shaking.
You could tell that he was holding back from thrusting his hips into your mouth and you purred against him, causing sweet vibrations to shoot through his spine and cause him to let out a deep groan.
The boy behind you cried out impatiently. “Me too~”
Mark laughed. “Can we shift to a more comfortable position? (Y/n), you’re fine with all this, right?” You almost swooned at how caring he was, even in the middle of such an explicit situation.
Nodding, you got off of him, and shyly glanced at the trail of saliva that connected your mouth with his length. Mark let out a soft moan and helped you get up.
“I’m fine with that. But...can we not do any...like dick-inside-me action today? Since-”
Donghyuck let out the loudest laugh at your euphemism. “We’re all virgins here. Yeah, let’s take it slow today.”
Mark sighed in relief and arranged you guys so that you were sitting comfortably against the arm of the sofa and the two boys were arranged in front of you.
“Donghyuck, since you love using that mouth of yours so much, how about you make her feel good?”
The younger smirked, sending a flying kiss to Mark. “I’d love to.”
He laid down between your legs and sucked at your thighs as he took your shorts off. “Commando?” His eyebrows were raised in amazement.
“You didn’t notice earlier?”
“No, I was too busy processing that this is real.”
He didn’t waste any more time in speaking and dove right into your pussy, lapping up all your leaking juices and practically making out with your lower lips. His eyes didn’t dare leave yours, watching as you writhed beneath him.
Mark took the boy’s pants off and grabbed his hard-on, giving a quick twist of his wrists and beginning to jerk him off at a steady tempo while doing the same to himself.
The three of you were quickly lost in your own ecstasy, feeling the long-awaited tension begin to crash down rather quickly.
Donghyuck was the first to cum, lifting his chin to rest against your lower stomach as he moaned and painted the sofas with ropes of his cum as Mark helped him to finish. He lazily slipped two fingers in you to finish you off and you came soon after, seeing white spots dancing in your vision. Mark was the last to follow, crying out both of your names and collapsing on top of you.
“That was really good.”
You weren’t sure who spoke up first, but you agreed with it wholeheartedly. That was the most mind blowing experience you ever had and you were pretty sure that you would be alright with it becoming a reoccurring experience.
Hyuck seemed to agree as he brushed your hair gently, moving upward to kiss both you and Mark on the lips. “So...uhm, what are we now? We went this far.”
Mark chuckled nervously. “Oh, hehe. That’s a deep question.”
“Not as deep as his fingers,” you jumped in. The ‘innocent’ boy looked mortified at your reference and the other high-fived you mischievously. “But seriously, I’d be happy if we could take this further than just friends. It’s about time.”
“Yeah. You’re right. But would we be a polyamorous couple then?” Mark posed the question, but he looked too tired to think about the proper semantics.
You heard a mumble from beside you. “We can figure that out later. But I like both of you guys and I’m pretty sure all of this is reciprocated. So what are we waiting for?”
“I guess you’re right. This could be the start of our new chapter then?”
Mark nodded. “I love you two so much. But Donghyuck if you ever hurt her…”
The threat lingered in the air as he laughed it off and cuddled you tightly to prove his genuine affection. “Never~”
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You weren’t sure when you had knocked out, but you were relieved to know that you had been cleaned up and placed in your bed. Mark and Donghyuck were laying on either side of you, snoring comfortably looking as if they were in bliss. And you quickly realized that you would be content seeing this tranquil sight every day of your life if it meant you’d be with the boys that you loved.