Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

no one would even notice | mark

smut, explicit

Making out with Mark had to be one of your favorite pastimes.

His skin was hot to the touch, courtesy of the Hawaii sun and your body on top of his, no doubt. His hands roamed your back, traversing over your hips before finding residence on your ass.

You giggled when he squeezed a handful, but gasped when his fingers slipped farther down to your folds.

You pulled away with a loud smack of your lips and chastised, "Mark, we are on the patio."

Mark had never looked so flushed and lust was bold in his eyes. Biting his lip, he murmured, "Let me nut."

For someone who always acted like a gentleman and treated you like an actual queen every minute of every day, it still amazed you how Mark could turn into the bluntest, dirtiest little shit when it came to your carnal pursuits.

"Let's go inside first," you whispered bashfully.

Mark cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to him again, and began kissing beneath your jaw. You practically purred, lashes fluttering, and you melted deeper into him once more.

Mark made a damn fine pillow and he more than loved feeling your breasts on his firm chest. If it were up to him, the two of you would never leave the house. All he needed was food, sex, and sleep; all of which could obviously be found at the house.

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side," he growled in your ear. "No one would even notice."

You giggled and feigning disbelief, exclaimed under your breath, "You are insane."

"Then, why are you grinding on me?"

This boy was where you had laid all of your affections (and orgasms.) You would be hard pressed to ever turn him down for some loving, because he never failed to leave you sated and sore in the best ways.

He wasn't wrong. Your position on top of him obviously lent itself to you straddling his hips. Making out heavily had made a certain bulge press against your bikini-clad core and now you were keen to rub against it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you said coyly, pulling yourself free of his mouth on your neck to give him a few kisses of your own. "But I'm still not having sex outside," you added between nips against his neck.

"Come on," Mark grumbled, gripping your ass a little firmer and steering your subtle movements. "It's such a waste of good, wet pussy."

Your cheeks flushed and you took his lower lip between your teeth, giving a quick tug before letting go and asking, "How do you even know I'm wet?"

"For the same reason I'm hard as a fucking rock right now."

You were both aroused and horny, and the adrenaline of being exposed and vulnerable was shooting straight to your core. Sitting up on his lap, Mark blanked, suddenly worried you were about to storm away before your impulses got the better of you.

Your boyfriend watched you with bated breath as you got to your feet, in disbelief that you were going to leave him, but smirked as you turned around and straddled him again.

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you," you spoke quietly, positioning yourself over him and pulling the hard erection from his swimming trunks.

Though he couldn't see your face, Mark knew you would be watching for any unfortunate bystanders that could potentially catch a glimpse of your sins. He was a little disappointed that he wouldn't get to see your bouncing breasts or your features scrunch with pleasure, but the sight of your half-naked backside wasn't too bad either.

Running a hand down your spine and feeling your warm sun-kissed skin, Mark slipped his fingers into your bikini and made good on his word of pushing them out of the way. Meanwhile, you gripped his cock and steered the tip between your folds, sinking down slowly until your pussy had swallowed him whole.

"Good girl," he groaned, finding purchase on your hips and watching you fuck him at your own pace.

You let out a whine as his cock stroked your sensitive walls, made all the more tense by your newfound voyeurism. Keeping your eyes peeled for any witnesses, you began to lose your concentration. Mark felt too good and too deep that you started caring less about getting caught and more about finding release.

"I'm insane, huh?" Mark teased, sinking his teeth into his lip at how mercilessly you were beginning to fuck him. "Look at you riding this dick."

"Please make me come," you begged, eyes winching closed. "Please, Mark."

Mark could never deny you anything. Without hesitation, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his breath hot on your neck. You cried out in surprise, but instinctively wound your arms through his. He matched your pace, moving in tandem with your hips and thrusting to meet you.

"Such a good girl taking my cock," Mark murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Should I fuck her full of cum?"

"Yes," you panted, growing dangerously closer to climax until it was all you could think about. You arched your hips back and forth as fast as you could, listening to the sound of your wet bodies meeting over and over loudly.

"Fuck," Mark grunted against your skin, losing his cool as you tightened like a vice around his dick. He knew you were so close to the edge you could almost taste it.

But who should come prancing around the corner but Kunpimook Bhuwakul himself.

"Hey, guys," Bambam greeted, stopping stiller than a statue when he realized what he was seeing.

Eyes blown wide open, you gripped Mark a little tighter, hoping that the two of you had halted your movements fast enough to give the troublemaker just a little bit of doubt.

"What do you want?" Mark snarled, his head resting at the base of your neck.

"Um," Bam hesitated. "Jack said we can go paragliding at five if you wanna join."

"Yes, fine. Bye," Mark snapped.

You and Bambam met eyes and you could see the wheels turning. Surely this seemed innocuous. After all, you and Mark were in your bikini and swimming trunks respectively.

For all Bam knew, you were sitting in his lap and he was holding you tightly like the possessive bastard everyone knew him to be. Not that you were riding him on the patio in reverse cowgirl, because that would be insane.

"You alright?" he asked, but his tone was almost playful.

"Mm-hm," you hummed.

Bambam looked convinced and to your relief, he smiled. Then, he blurted, "Is there a dick in you right now?"

You glared at him for being caught, but you were too damn obstinate to lie. "Mm-hm," you echoed.

"Nice," cheered Bam, quickly fleeing the scene before Mark could pull out and beat the shit out of him.

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