Jaemin leans in and whispers something into your ear and it makes you laugh, the involuntary sound escaping your throat before you can stop it. Your eyes glaze quickly over Mark from across the room and you don't miss the clenching of his jaw, his dark eyes catching yours before he turns back to Jeno, his own laugh filling the room.
A silent dance pushes and pulls at the both of you.
It's been months since you've both agreed to be friends with benefits, Mark having jumped at the idea when you mentioned it, having already agreed that neither of you was ready for a relationship just yet. The way he fucked you was almost inhuman, knowing every single button to push the first time you'd had done it.
You became addicted, drunk on Mark and the way his hips moved, the way his fingers traced, the way his voice had you begging. It was sinful and you ravaged each other like you hated each other. Then you'd go back to being friends when you were with the others, pretending that he hadn't taken you on the closest surface in the next room.
Everything went smoothly. No feelings, no arguments and you both didn't stay overnight in the same bed.
But despite it all, it didn't stop him from being possessive over you.
No - in fact - it felt exactly that, like it was exclusive.
Every moan, every lingering touch, every expression he made under you was for your eyes only. Soft whispers that sent tingles down your spine with each confession of how good you felt, how you were only his and how if only he could fuck you every single night.
Naturally, jealousy planted itself easily in the crevices of Mark's chest, the space devoid of reassurance that it was all his - that you only felt this raw desire for him only. Because you both hadn't said it yet, when neither of you were head deep in unbearable lust, neither of you had promised that you were only each other's.
Mark was constantly haunted by the idea that you would leave him for something better, whether it be finding a relationship or a better fuck. And the situation right now wasn't helping the anger that came with it, flushing his body with heat as you lean closer to Jaemin.
Of course, everyone remained oblivious to this entire thing, Mark and you finding it unnecessary for anybody to know what you both did every chance you were alone together.
Tonight, the Dreamies were hosting a movie marathon and your best friend, Renjun, had invited you over and you gratefully accepted - knowing Mark would be there. You haven't seen him for weeks, his busy schedule taking up almost every weekend and weekday - always overseas or plain busy.
At this point, your pent up sexual frustration felt like it was about to explode. Nights alone of using only your fingers and toys that barely even mimicked a fraction of how Mark made you feel, they left you feeling frustrated and missing his body even more.
You were desperately trying to break away from the conversation you were having with Jaemin, wanting to excuse yourself to the 'bathroom', knowing Mark will follow closely. But there wasn't a break in the conversation and it wasn't helping how close he was to you on the couch, Jaemin's arm brushing against yours and the electric feeling it sends goes straight down to your core.
It shouldn't make you feel bad.
Jaemin's single, funny and very, very attractive. Your skin was already sensitive and electrified thinking about Mark's fingers roaming every inch of your body and bending you over the bathroom counter, his cock driving into you and filling you up just the way you like it.
You tell yourself that's the only reason Jaemin's seemingly innocent touches along your arm, his fingers that are feathering along your neck and his hair tickling your cheek is driving you absolutely crazy.
