Mark is fixated on the screen in front of him, currently in the middle of a match he looked like he was about to lose. Pouting behind your boyfriend, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on the top of his head.
"Crap." He sighs, slumping into his chair, 'defeat' displayed in bold letters.
Your index finger lazily draws small circles onto his chest, your head moving to rest on the crook of his shoulder as he groans, sulking over his loss.
"Can we cuddle now." You whine, desperately wanting to spend time with him - that was the reason you were in his dorm room after all. It was one of his rare days off and all you wanted to do was catch up on lost time together.
He only lets out a chuckle and tilts his head to the side to leave a quick kiss on your cheek, his lips soft against your skin - but it seems he has other plans.
"After another, baby." You only frown, having heard the same thing many times before and you were growing impatient by the second.
Mark leans forward, your arms slipping back to your sides as his phone rings, picking it up. You can hear Haechan's voice on the other end, and Mark laughs as he places it on speaker then starts up another round.
You sit back onto his bed, his hoodie slipping over your shorts and stomach as you lay down and stretch, tired from trying to grasp his attention for the past hour. Looking up at the ceiling as the sound of bullets and the boys' yelling continue, an idea striking you at that moment.
Sitting up, you waited for the game to end, Mark had lost once again. You stood and pulled his chair back, Mark looking up at you with those soft doe eyes of his - never failing to make your heart melt.
Straddling his lap, legs fitting on the sides of his, situating yourself over him. His head tilts as he looks up at you but you only lean closer, chest to chest, resting your head on his shoulder. Mark finds your intentions innocent, maybe just wanting to cuddle as he plays, and he tells Haechan he's ready for the next round.
You hear the game start, Mark's arms flexing around you, his head looking over your shoulder and a grin sneaks its way onto your lips.
Putting your plan into action, you start to press feathering kisses and kitten licks onto his neck and satisfaction pools in your stomach when you hear his breath hitch in his throat.
"What are you doing, baby?" He murmurs into your ear. You don't answer and instead find the skin beneath his ear, sucking harshly on his sensitive spot. Mark let's out a surprised groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before his body jolts, almost forgetting he was playing.
"You okay, Mark?" Haechan's voice asks through the speaker and Mark clears his throat, nudging you with his chest to stop. You giggle and you glance up to see his eyes narrowing, trying to focus. His mouth is slightly open, breathing deeply in order to try to calm himself down.
"Yeah, I'm fi- ah!" He moans loudly, your hips coming down to roughly grind against his bulge, feeling it grow hard quickly.
"Shh, baby, you don't want Haechan to hear, do you?" You whisper, nipping the edge of his ear as you rock your hips into him. Mark keeps his eyes trained on the screen, his breathing becoming rougher as you continue to slowly grind against him.
You feel yourself getting wet as you rub your clit against him through the material of your clothes. An involuntary moan escapes you, your head falling forward onto his shoulder and Mark moans softly at the noise, his hips bucking up into you. "Fuck, Mark, please..." You plead into his ear and he sucks in a tight breath through his teeth.
"If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week." His words make you groan, heat sparking in the pit of your stomach knowing that's exactly what you want him to do and it spurs you forward.
