Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

game over | mark

smut, explicit

"Mark," you whined for the hundredth time, leaning against the doorway. "Come to bed."

"Mm," was his answer.

Glaring at the back of your boyfriend's head, currently sporting gaming headphones, you folded your arms and stuck out your hip. "When are you planning on going to sleep?"

"Yeah," he replied, engrossed in his game.

Clearly, he wasn't listening and you were certifiably boiling. "I wanna suck your dick," you deadpanned.

"Hm."

Then, you blurted, "I'm pregnant with Jackson's baby."

"Okay."

"Unbelievable," you huffed, storming into the bedroom and slamming the door shut.

When you emerged fifteen minutes later, you sauntered around the couch and moved into his peripheral vision. The lingerie set was new and you were eager to show it off, hence your annoyance at your boyfriend's priorities at the moment.

Mark was still mashing away at buttons and didn't even offer you a glance, but he did comment, "You're still up?"

"Yep," you replied.

"Cool."

Smirking, you began crawling on hands and knees across the sofa, continuing when you reached your boyfriend's lap and arching your back.

"Excuse me," you crooned, making yourself comfortable on your stomach over his thighs and crossing your ankles in the air.

Not the least bit fazed by your stunt, as Mark was well attuned to your need for affection, your boyfriend lifted his arms blithely to give you room, but was finally forced to acknowledge you on top of him. It was a shame you couldn't see his face; his expression was legendary.

"The fuck are you wearing?" Mark blurted, his headphones quickly tugged to hang around his neck.

You replied, "Black lace set you bought me."

Mark lingered his eyes on your naked backside, running his tongue over his teeth as if a full-course meal had just been placed squarely on his lap. Smirking with mischief, he murmured, "I don't remember making that purchase."

"Your credit card does."

Sufficiently aroused, Mark bit his lip and brought a hand to your ass, stroking over the flesh in appreciation and looping a finger into the band of your lace panties.

Wiggling your lower body, you chided, "No, no, no. Don't touch me. I'm catching up on my reading."

Mark finally realized you were holding a book in your hands, but he was damn sure you hadn't read a single word. Shifting slightly and draping an arm over your lower back possessively, he teased, "Oh, I can look but can't touch, huh?"

"Just go back to playing your dumb game," you huffed bitterly, making a point. "It's a lot more fun than I am."

Mark growled lewdly, "Nothing is more fun than you are."

You said nothing, but instead flipped a page in the novel.

Mark ran his palm across the bare expanse of your thigh, between the top of your stockings and the curve of your plump ass. Fingers roamed down your flesh before stroking boldly between your lower lips over the material of your panties.

Feigning anger but also shuddering at the touch of his fingertips, you snapped, "Play your stupid game, Mark. I'm trying to read."

Mark discarded the controller and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you back. His voice was low when he threatened, "You wanna fucking try me?"

You giggled at finally getting what you wanted, bouncing your ass in delight. "How else am I supposed to get your attention?" you purred.

"Baby girl wants to get into trouble, huh?" Mark asked, his words heavy with warning.

"Ye..."

A loud crack resounded as his hand landed on your ass.

You squeaked and tried to turn on his lap, but the firm grip on your hair kept you in place.

Mark lifted his hand, hovering it in the air and taunting, "You want another one?"

"I..."

His hand collided with your ass again.

Your boyfriend scolded, "It's a yes or no question."

"No," you blurted, though secretly you did.

Mark rubbed his hand over your ass, soothing the sting, and continued, "There are other ways to get my attention rather than waltzing out here in lingerie to get me hard like this."

Giggling, you pretended to be surprised and asked coyly, "Did I make Daddy hard?"

The speed at which his palm connected with your ass had you reeling.

Mark groaned, "Oh, I'm getting there, you little shit."

Breaking out of your role-play for a moment, you said with a laugh, "I straight up told you Jackson knocked me up and you didn't even flinch."

"I heard you," Mark whispered, palming your sex and stroking slowly. "I also heard you want to suck my dick."

Shivering, your breath hitched and you sighed, "Maybe."

Mark pulled on your hair firmly, steering you backwards until your head was over his crotch. "Well, you're in perfect position," he said, letting his tongue linger at the corner of his mouth. "Get to it."

Proceeding to unbuckle his pants, you glared playfully when Mark grabbed the controller and resumed his game. As you pulled out his cock, wrapped a clenched fist around the shaft, and spit on the head, you knew it wouldn't be long before Mark would be earning himself a Game Over screen.

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