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Pulling up outside of the address Mark had texted you, you raise a brow to the view and shake your head. You knew they had moved into something nicer, but you just didn’t realize how much nicer. You made your way to the front door and rang the bell, only to have to wait for a moment, before the door opened to someone you hadn’t seen for as long as Mark. “Jisung!”
The younger male laughs as you pull him into a hug, rather he pulls you in. “Oh my god…you are a freaking giant! I remember when you were as tall as me and now… “ You look up at him as he grins at you.
“Growth spurt a year or so ago.”
Nodding, you walk past him as he lets you go and opens the door for you. “Well, girls everywhere are in danger of broken hearts. Holy shit, it’s good to see you.”
Jisung grins, and rubs the back of his neck with a nod, “You too. Mark said you were coming over, but he isn’t back yet. Grabbing take out I think, but come in make yourself at home. It’s just me right now…”
You nod and head into the living area looking around at the house as you go. “Well to be fair, that’s perfect company. This place is great, I’m surprised…”
Jisung laughs and looks around with a shrug. “I’ll be honest, Chenle pays for most of it, but I’m not complaining.”
Ah, now the size of the house made much more sense. “How is everyone? It’s been forever since I’ve seen you all in the same place. I ran into Renjun at the Starbucks down the road a month or so ago, but otherwise…it’s been forever.”
Plopping down on the couch by jumping over the back, Jisung purses his lips and picks up his game controller with a smile. “It’s been a long time, yeah…everyone’s good. Jaemin and Haechan have girlfriends now. Jeno is annoying everyone, because he’s been out of the dating scene for too long. Renjun and Chenle have been staying busy with work, and well you’ve seen Mark. I’m good of course…enjoying a little time off, just hanging out at home.”
You smile, watching Jisung play his game. You too sit down, but go about it the normal way, walking around the couch to find a place to sit.
“That’s good. Haechan with a girlfriend is a phrase I wasn’t ready for. I’m happy for him and Jaemin. That’s been going on a long time?”
Jisung shakes his head, but then shrugs. “Jaemin, no…a few weeks. Haechan for a couple months, it’s this girl who rooms with us. Well, I guess she’s less of a roommate now? I don’t know, it’s still weird.”
You laugh and shake your head. Their lives were complicated, and now you were wondering if you were just going to further complicate them. You glance towards the front door when you hear it open and the sounds of crinkling.
Mark’s face lights up when he sees you sitting on the couch. “Hey! I was hoping I’d be back before you.” He moves to stand behind the couch, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips that makes you blush slightly, as Jisung laughs a bit and rolls his eyes.
Slightly surprised Mark had decided to show you that much affection after just one night, you follow him with your eyes as he drops off the bags in the kitchen. “Y/N…come here for a second.”
Ruffling Jisung’s hair, you smile and head into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as Mark gives you a good once over. He brings you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours once again. “Mmm, it’s good to see you.”
Laughing, you push him back and gesture back to the couch and Jisung. “Not in front of the kiddo.”
Mark shakes his head and takes a step back, starting to set out the various containers, a smirk on his lips. “He’s been dating you know, so not as much of a kiddo as you remember.”
You look back at Jisung, shocked, but nod pleased. “Good for him. He’s a good guy. I hope he finds someone that treats him well…or I might have to have you bail me out of jail. Are you good with that?”
Mark laughs and nods, “I’ll be in there with you, so maybe we can get one of the other guys to do the bailing.”
Smiling, you sit up on the stool as Mark slides a box towards you for you to open, as he takes a box into the living room and leaves it with Jisung, who takes it. Mark is a great guy, you had always seen him taking care of his friends and others in general. He could be petty or selfish when he wanted to be, but for the most part, this is the Mark you knew.
He smiles, seeing you smile, and tilts his head as he sits beside you at the counter. “What’s the smile about?” He reaches up to push your hair behind your ear, before opening his own containers, picking up chopsticks.
“Nothing…just amazed you haven’t changed a bit.”
He grins, taking a bite of his food with a shrug. “What you see is what you get, baby.”
You laugh and nod pursing your lips. “That so? This is the same guy who stole my clothes and kept them hostage?”
He chokes on a piece of rice, taking a drink of some water and looking at you with wide eyes, before smirking. “You’ll get them back, maybe. You might need to have some clothes here. Would that be so bad?”
Shaking your head, you take a bite of your own food and roll your eyes, as Mark rests his hand on your leg. He squeezes lightly with a wink, before diving back into his food, carrying on the conversation.
Soon, the food is finished and cleaned up. You both were surprised to hear Jisung clear his throat and enter the kitchen, “Not that it’s going to bother you, but I’m headed out for a while. I’m gonna go bowling with my friend.”
“Your friend? Your girlfriend? Mark told me you are dating? What’s her name? Is she pretty?”
Jisung groans at your questions, and shoots Mark a look, before waving. “I’ll see you later, if you are still here. Bye!”
Laughing, Mark shakes his head at you as Jisung walks away. “You are just as bad as Jaemin. He wants all the details and babies him relentlessly.”
You shrug and smile as Mark wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Jaemin has a point, he’s still young…I met him when he hadn’t even hit puberty yet. It’s strange to see him tall, a low voice, and dating.”
Mark laughs and shrugs, before moving to take your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and down the hall. “I get it, I just give him some space. I’m happy for him. He’s a man, and men have needs.”
You widen your eyes, raising your brows with an exaggerated gasp, “Men have needs? Wow, Mark Lee…”
“What? It’s true…I mean women have needs too. Don’t look at me like that.” He laughs, and you can’t help but do the same as he leads you into a room with a few different gaming tables. A pool table sits in one corner, a small foosball table, and finally in the other corner, table tennis.
“You all are living your best frat dream in this house…good god. Do you have a keg stashed somewhere?”
Mark laughs again and rolls his eyes. “No…but we do have a mini fridge, and there is beer if you want some.”
You shake your head but smile, “No thanks. You seriously have a gaming room?”
Mark moves to get a beer and shrugs, “It used to be Haechan’s room, a master bedroom I guess in the house plans, but he moved into his girl’s room, so we made it into this. He bitched for a week. Said we were treating him like a kid leaving for college, replacing his shit with workout equipment. He spends just as much time here, and it’s payback for him picking the largest room in the house to begin with.”
You laugh, imagining that scenario with Haechan, and it wasn’t hard. He was a big brat, and if you were honest, he was a lot to handle. You felt for the sanity of his girlfriend.
Mark takes a drink of his beer and sits it down, picking up the paddles from on top of the table. He hands you one, which causes you to raise a brow. “You know I’m better at this than you.”
He laughs and points his paddle at you. “Maybe not anymore. Want to make things interesting?”
Raising a brow, you turn the paddle in your hand, moving to one side as you raise a brow. “How interesting?”
Mark smirks and leans his hands on the table, looking at you. “If I win, I get to lean you over the table and have my way with you, and you bring clothes over the next time to keep here.”
You laugh, shaking your head, “And if I win?”
Mark gestures to you, “Your choice.”
You purse your lips thinking, “If I win, you have to give me a lapdance and leave a toothbrush at my apartment.”
Mark’s cheeks flush a bit and laughs, poking his tongue into his cheek, but nods. “Alright, deal. First to five.” Standing up straight, he offers his hand to shake, which you take and give him a firm handshake, winking. There was no way you were losing. He was awful at table tennis, always had been.
When had Mark gotten so good at table tennis? You had scored first, confidence shining through your smile, but then he quickly gained 3 on your score. “Fuck…” Muttering to yourself, you stretch your neck and get ready, only to have Mark score on you again. “Mark…you are cheating. That wasn’t regulation.”
Mark laughs and throws the paddle up into the air, catching it with a smirk. “Don’t be such a baby about losing.”
“I haven’t lost yet.” But then, with another round you had.
Mark smirks and reaches out for your paddle, which you give over with a dramatic sigh. He grins putting the paddles to the side, before moving to slide his hands along your hips, swaying them along with his. “So, I think you need at least a week’s worth of clothes here at any time, in case of emergencies.”
You roll your eyes, and lean your head back with a sigh, that fades into a laugh.
Mark takes advantage of your lead being leaned back, moving to press his lips to your neck, causing you to gasp into a small moan as he hits just the right spot to send a shiver through you. He smirks on your skin, feeling the shiver, before pulling back to look at you, his hands already lifting your shirt up towards your ribs.
“Really? Here? What if someone comes home?”
Smirking at your words, Mark wiggles his brows and glances behind him at the open door with a shrug, before pushing your shirt up further. “I won. You agreed, and everyone is out, but…if they were to come home, that just makes it a bit more exciting, don’t you think?”
You sigh softly, narrowing your eyes playfully as your shirt slips off your arms and onto the floor, before Mark does the same with his shirt. “I don’t think I’d want Jisung to see me being fucked against the tennis table…”
Mark laughs and shrugs at your statement, before working your jeans down to your feet, leaving you in your bra and panties. Taking a step back, he looks at you appreciatively with a slight whistle, causing you to laugh and throw one of the ping pong balls at him.
Laughing, Mark dodges it and discards his own jeans and boxers, before moving back to you. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but he was close. You can’t help but moan as he turns your back to his chest, you can feel his cock get harder as it rests against your ass, his fingers sliding up your stomach over your breasts. He teases your nipples through the fabric, as his lips press to your neck softly.
“Mark…” You moan softly, causing him to tightly close his eyes, holding back a groan.
He loved the sound of his name on your lips. Moving his hands back, he unclasps your bra and lets you take it the rest of the way off, before sliding your panties down and off to the floor.
You glance over your shoulder at him as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, and then leans you over the table. You shudder slightly, feeling his hand slide between your legs over your folds, before you then feel his hand replaced by the head of his cock.
Mark bites his lip, looking down at you leaned over the table, a groan falling off his lips as he shifts his hips forward and slips into you fully with a single thrust.
Both of his hands gripping your ass, you moan as he begins to thrust into you, causing the table to shift with each movement.You can’t help but to keep your hands attached to the table, wondering how much he had actually thought this through, but he felt so fucking good inside of you.
Fingers digging into your soft flesh, Mark tilts his head and pulls out almost completely, before thrusting back in hard, causing you to cry out in a loud moan. Fuck, you were so tight around him. He already felt like he was close, but he didn’t want to be that guy. Sucking hard on his lip, he slides his arm around you and pulls you up off the table and back against him. He lifts you slightly as he takes a step back, falling to sit on a recliner with a hard thrust up into you.
“Oh my god! Mark…some warning.”
He laughs against your shoulder, sucking a mark on your skin, before muttering, “Sorry…the table was moving too much. I didn’t want you to fall.”
You whine and hold on to the arms of the chair, using them for stability as Mark moves to hold your waist, thrusting up into you. You were close and he knew it, he was hitting you so deep, his lips pressed to your spine now.
“I’m gonna cum, Y/N…”
You nod and whine as a response, as your legs try to press close, but Mark’s legs are in your way as you straddle his lap backwards.
Gasping loudly, you feel the wave of your orgasm hit you, and Mark groans your name as he feels you cum over his cock. It pushes him over the edge, causing him to pull out of you quickly and cum up messily onto your thighs. It drips down as you sit down, feeling his cock beginning to soften against your legs.
Soft kisses pressed to your back, you smile and turn in Mark’s lap to face him, careful not to hurt him. Knowing how sensitive you were, he had to feel it as well. Your lips press to his, causing him to smile, his hands sliding along your back.
“Mm, I think we could both use a shower now.”
You laugh and nod, nudging his nose with yours.
He was good with the two of you just sitting there for a few minutes longer, until he heard the sound of the front door unlocking, and Chenle and Renjun talking. Lifting you as he stands, you gasp, wrapping your legs around him as he moves to the ensuite bathroom and kicks the door shut, causing you to laugh.
“It was exciting to think about it while I was fucking you, not while we are sitting there cuddling naked. That’s me and you time.”
You smile at his words as he sits you on the counter and turns on the shower. “Mark…it’s all me and you time, you dork…”
He laughs and winks at you with a shrug. “I know that, but still…”
You shake your head, and lean back against the mirror, as he goes back to his task.