Mark as an older woman's boyfriend:
I'm gonna make this ongoing I think? One for everyone yay
He's awkward for the first time as he presents her with flowers. He knows he could get in trouble for trying to put the moves on her. She's in charge of international affairs for 127 and she's just there to make sure they don't fuck up anything. Even down to anything that may have gotten broken in hotel rooms during tours. Now here he is, at three in the morning, handing her a bouquet of ruffled daisies from a Whole Foods he passed in Time Square earlier. He had gone back and forth with the thought and when Haechan had told him that she had a son around their age, Mark dropped the flowers in the trash can because that was more than he could bear.
After suspiciously asking Jungwoo how old she was, he learned that Haechan was lying and that she didn't just look "really fucking good for her age", he went for it. So here she is, in her pajamas and a periwinkle robe for extra modesty, staring at him with beautiful wild eyes. "I like you, okay? If you don't feel the same way, just close the door and I'll go back to my room and we can pretend this never happened." He says and holds his breath. She takes the flowers from him and he all but shrieks in surprise. "Mark, what are you doing?" She asks. "Haechan said you have a kid my age then Jungwoo said he was lying and I don't know what to believe but I don't care." He rushes out. "My daughter is six. Are you six, Mark?" She asks and quirks up an eyebrow. He shakes his head. "Do you think I'm a shitty person for this? Your husband is at home and-" "I'm not married. I never was. I- get in here." She says peevishly. He steps inside the room and looks around. Somehow, she made a hotel room look like her home. "My daughter's father and I share custody but it's none of your business really." She says and sets the flowers down on her bed. She'd only been working with them for a month. Being away from her daughter for so long was hard but once things became more stable, the company said her daughter could join her so long as there were no distractions.
"I'm out of line- sorry but... Y/n, you don't feel this... I don't know what to call it without sounding stupid but you know? Am I making sense?" It's been a long time since Y/n had been with anyone. Long work hours, motherhood, and still embracing a body that is no longer nineteen, lucid, and fresh are just the beginning of the many reasons why she canât give herself to someone else. She's softer than she wants to be and her boobs just aren't as perky as they once were. She still mourns the loss and six years later, she was still missing her old self just the same. Mark, however, felt like he was in the presence of a goddess. He stepped closer and took a chance on wrapping an arm around her waist. She looked up at him with a blank expression, "Don't start something you can't finish, Mark." She says softly.
Suddenly, he's kissing her breathlessly and pulling off that stupid periwinkle robe, and seeing her nipples poke through her silk matching pajamas. The nerves set in. "Fuck." He mumbles as he pulls her top off. Her arms instinctively go up to cover her chest and she stops her, "Don't hide from me. Don't you dare." He whispers as he presses hot kisses against her neck and down her chest. When he sucks her nipple into his mouth and reaches his arms around to squeeze her ass, she melts against him. She smells like lavender and some kind of tea... Earl Grey maybe. "Mark- p- please." She sighs. He moves her over to the bed and sits her down. "My flowers. Please don't crush them." She pants. She's sentimental. He takes the flowers and brings them to the tiny kitchenette and sets them down on the counter. He'll play florist and size them down later- bribe Johnny into buying a vase when he's running the streets with Yuta and Jaehyun looking for food and girls. He rushes back to her and she smiles at him softly, "I don't mean to sound rude but do you know what you're doing, Mark?" She asks as he pushes her up to the middle of the mattress. "Of course I do." He lies. He pulls off her bottoms along with her panties and spreads her legs, "You're so pretty." He says as he looks her square in the eyes. She blushes and he slides a finger into her mouth. Mark knows she's got more experience but what the hell, right? The key to confidence and perfect execution is to fake it sometimes. "Suck it like a good girl for me." He whispers. She obeys him and he fights a smirk, "Are you gonna let me take care of you?" She nods and wraps her legs around his waist.
"Hold onto me. I wanna see you ride me." He says as he sits back and pulls her up onto him. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her softly. "I haven't done that in a while, Mark... that's not something people can just do after so long." She says reluctantly. He kisses her again, "I got you. Don't worry about it. When you can't take it anymore, I'll handle it. I just wanna see your tits bounce, babe. They're so fucking pretty. Best I've ever seen." He says and gives them a soft squeeze. She scoffs. Mark brings a hand up to take her by the chin, "I mean that. I wouldn't lie to you." He says as he forces her to look at him. She nods again and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him hungrily, "You're really sweet." She says as he pulls down his pants and lines himself up with her. She's soaking wet and they kiss once more. His name floats past her lips as she sinks down on him. "God you feel so fucking good. Is this good, baby?" He moans. "Yeah... so fucking good." She moans back as she rides him desperately. She's better than she gave herself credit for. "That's it, baby." He sighs. His eyes dart back and forth between her beautiful face and her perfect tits. "You gonna let me fuck these?" He pants as he squeezes her tits a little rougher. She blushes, "You're insane." She chuckles then she nods. She feels so fucking perfect as he slides into her over and over and just like that, he's hooked on her.
