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GOT House

2- Mark

Genre: Fluff, Angst - Fraternity!Mark

Pairing: Mark / Reader

Words count: 6.397

Synopsis: To be a young adult is to have a hard life and never know what to do. Work part time, pay for your tuition, get a job and live your life quietly, that was your plan until you met Mark Tuan. He found his way through the cracks of your plan and made himself at home on your life, but can you live happily hiding your darkest secrets from him?

Warnings: Implied sex, mention of parent and sexual abuse.

I’m putting warnings about it, if you don’t like the topic please do not read it. I don’t romanticize or find this type of subject a joke. I do think is needed to be talked about, because the more you know and learn the more you understand what actions are and cam be aware.

That being said I hope you guys enjoy it.

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The first time you saw Mark Tuan you knew half of the type of the boy he was his University tuition had been fully paid even before the first day of classes had started, his fancy car gave it all away.

Fast enough he has joined the coolest and most exclusive fraternity around campus, going to parties and enjoying all the good things the university life could provide. Friends that had a similar background as him, parties, girls falling for his charms.

You were not one to judge, he one to the type of life they want and can have, university does allow everyone to have many different types of life style.

You took some time to make friends, you had always been someone who took your time to open up to others. Your roommates were some of the few good friends you made, mostly because the three of you had to share the same room, but also because they were also good girls.

The first six months of school passed by as in a blink of an eye, mostly because your time was all consumed by school and your part time job. You were already in debt for probably the next 20 to 25 years of your life, with the student loan. You still needed to pay for your dorm and feed yourself, also get yourself text books and school supply.

You had a part time job at a cafe that was near the university area, there for very visited by many students, due to the good food and variety of options they have in their menu. You couldn't complain about it, it was near school, you got paid enough for your expanses and got two meals every shift. All your coworkers were nice to you, and your boss was very relaxed and understanding he would always tell you to go study when the calm hours would be around, so you didn't fall behind your classes because of work.

Mark Tuan would come by the shop at least two or three times a week, most times with his friends, the faces always different, the constant ones were the boys from his fraternity, the others would always change, girls, and boys, noisy and wanting to show off, most of them treated everyone badly and thought themselves better than others. But Mark, he was always calm and nice, he would often smile at you, he always says thank you and apologize for his friend’s bad behavior. Sometimes he would drop by alone, usually with a book and notes, as usual he'd speak quietly making his order. Whenever you weren't the one attending him, he'd make sure to smile at you when your eyes meet.

During summer break his family came to town to visit and get to know how the boy was living. They'd be regulars every morning for breakfast. Very friendly and happy, they joked around and enjoyed their time at the shop, always polite and kind. And you added another piece of the puzzle of Mark. His kindness and politeness were a family trait.

He had introduced you to his parents giving them so much I formation about you, that you felt ashamed by just knowing his name and the fraternity he was part of. But that happened on the cafe counter, you reviving their order of breakfast on that hot morning, and they complementing you on al, the information they had of you, that consisted of, your name, major, rank in class, politeness and how your latte was just the best one of the shop.

Even after his parents had gone back home, Mark would still drop by often, not on an everyday basis anymore, but for an afternoon cold coffee while reading a book, or with the boys from his fraternity that were already back or didn't even leave for break.

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The first week of class GOT fraternity threw a party. As always, it was full of alcohol and people. Your shift had ended early and the next day was your day off. Your roommates were going to the party and your close friend too, so you dressed comfortably and walked with them to the big off-White House.

It was everything you thought it was, the owners of the house had everything prepared, dance floor, music, drinks, space to sit, spaces to hook up, many different drinking games set up on the back yard. All the fun that University students could want.

Dancing with your friends, playing a few rounds of drinking games and shots, did you some good, to relax and enjoy being young and a university student. Giving you a moment to not think about everything in your life and just enjoy being young, free and careless.

As started to get later and the alcohol started to make people drunker, the party started to die down. You sat on the grass with your friends talking and laughing with a cup of beer on your hand.

Some of the boys from the fraternity sat down to join the conversation, they were fun, you couldn't deny it. They seemed to know about your friend, and how she and one of their members, JB, seemed to have a rivalry and she was the only one who could get the guy to lose his cool.

After some time of talk they decided to go refill their cups, your friend joined them as they walked back into the house, leaving only a few people around. Mark was one of them.

He smiled at you and moved to sit by your side.

"Why we aren't friends yet?" He asked with a light laugh.

"We aren't? I thought that after seeing each other so often over the break and never talking were how our friendship worked." You joked and laughed with him.

"I mean seriously! Why is this the first time I see you outside that cafe?" He bumped his shoulder on yours.

"Because I must work to pay my expanses, I can't give myself the luxury to miss a day of work or even lose my job. That's why." You explained looking at the red cup in your hand.

The lack of response you got from him was enough to make you turn your head and look at him. Mark had his eyes on you, they had this twinkle on it that was only intensified by the Shine of the moon in the sky. His look was soft, it had some kind of admiration on it and that depth of someone who would never understand what was like to have to live in a budget. Even though he still looked kind and friendly.

Mark leaned in captured your lips with his, you didn't push him back, not hit him or anything, you just sat there letting yourself be kissed by him. Sooner than you'd like to admit he broke of the kiss and watched you waiting for your response to it. Anything, what he did not expect was for you to break into tears, sorbs shaking your shoulders and a river of tears running down your cheeks. You backed away from him when he tried to dry your tears.

"Mark, I'm not someone that can be friends with you, I can't go around enjoying and getting wasted in parties, I can't blow money on cafe dates and expensive shops. I don't suit the life style you and your friends have, I- I just can't!" You apologized before you got up and left the party, making your way back to your dorm.

Since the party in the beginning of the new semester Mark became more frequent on the shop, to an extend of going there with his friends after classes and then going once again by himself, to an extend he probably had tried all the drinks and combinations possible to do with all the items on the menu.

He didn't try to force anything, not a talk longer than needed, not to get your attention, anything. He would just sit in his place and read a book or do some homework, it was on very rare occasions that you got him looking where else but it wouldn't be directly at you, just kind of dazing off, sometimes he'd cross eyes with you and smile just like he had always done before.

On your closing night, after you closed the cafe and made your way from the back to the front a moment caught your eye and you jumped scared when a person started to walk towards you, once you recognized the figure as Mark, your heart started to speed up inside your chest as you thought about all the rape stories you had heard so many times before.

"I am sorry I didn't want to scare you!" He said stopping a few meters away from you. "I wanted to apologize from kissing you that night, and maybe offer you a ride home" he said before lowering his head and take a couple steps back away from you noticing how your still looked wary of him. "I just want to make sure you get home safely... I'll drive to the bus stop and wait you get there, and you get on the bus, so I can be sure you'll be safe going home okay?" He asked and you nodded slowly, only starting to walk once he was inside his car.

He drove slowly always making sure you could see the rear lights of his car in case you needed his help. Once in the bus stop, he sat there inside the car until your bus came by.

When you got off the bus and crossed the street to walk into the dorm building you still managed to see his car driving away.

The next day when he came by the shop, he sliced you a paper with his phone number, a short "call me if you ever need a ride home at night or any other time" before he left without buying anything.

In the next couple of days, he didn't show up at all, but you did see him hanging around with his friends on the school campus in between your classes.

On one scary night you texted the number he gave you, asking to keep talking to you, you were a little scared on your walk to the bus stop. He offered to go pick you up, but you refused saying you had just gotten on the bus but, thanked him anyway.

Mark took a couple more days before he asked you out on a date. You took a few days to reply accepting it, trying to make it short you set it up on the day your shift ended early, but you still had class and work on the next day.

He took you out for diner on a nice restaurant he had visited when his parents were in town. You hated the place and how they priced everything very high and how fancy it all looked to you.

It didn't take Mark much time to understand you didn't like to be taken to fancy places, and that he'd spend money on you, when you couldn't do the same. He quickly started to find different public parks to take you, where he could pay for the cheap ice cream. All the museums and exhibitions you could get free addition of half price for being students. Dates where he had prepared sandwiches with watch ever leftovers he could find in the fridge of his house, sometimes even pizza could be part of the unpredictable menu.

His happiness was to see how you would laugh at the crazy outcomes, and tell him thank you, or "I can wait for the next crazy menu!" Giving him the cue to ask for the next date.

Since the first night he knew to respect your time, he was very kind and polite after all, the boy you thought him to be.

He still takes his nights out to enjoy with his friends, drink and party, get wasted and send you many drunk messages with crazy autocorrection and many nonexistent words. Sometimes you'd hear girls talking about how Mark was wasted on the parties and didn't want to hook up with anyone.

Two months on going out with him was the time it took until you were comfortable with him hugging you, but just putting his arm around your shoulders.

You started to visit the fraternity house for movie and pizza nights, it was Mark's way to make sure you were eating more than noodles and sandwiches from the cafe, sometimes he'd ask something else and just say he felt like eating it instead of pizza.

Around the sixth week you curled yourself on Mark's side seaming for his warmth and wrapping his arm around your waist. Smiling he rested his head on yours.

After six months you both exchanged kisses on a party night, you couldn't help but notice how happy the boy was, his lips would reach everywhere around your face.

Winter break came around and Christmas were spent together, a small gift exchange with the limit of price being of $20. You gave him a shirt from a nice brand you found on sale, he gave you a pair is silver earrings.

As the break and the slow movement at the cafe gave you more free time you and Mark started to spend more time together. Kisses turning on make outs, hands touching more than sustain shoulders and waist. Mark you'll always stop and slow down whenever you'd start to freeze nervously under his touch. He always reassured you he was okay and didn't mind it. But you would still feel bad for him.

On the one-year date, you indulged to his likings and allowed him to take you out on one of his fancy places. You danced and enjoyed your time with the boy. As he would do every night, he drove you home and waited you get into the building.

The talks would always be the same, he'd invite you to stay over, even offering you to sleep on the floor or in the room of one of the other boys so you could take his bed, and you always turned him down saying you could walk home, he would just jump up and drive you home right away.

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The first time you slept over it was after a long week of long shifts and many exams. You were indulging in the boy’s movie night, hugging Mark, your eyes felt shut in between explosions of the movie. Mark didn't notice it, until Jaebum were throwing cushions and feeling the boys off on their loud comments and laughs because you were tired.

That's when your boyfriend picks you up in his arms and slowly carried you to his room. You opened his eyes just when you were already inside his room.

"Hey beautiful! Do you want me to take you home? I really didn't mean to wake you up." He said as he sat you in his bed.

"No" you said softly with your voice still asleep. "I think is okay, to sleep here tonight... Just sleep" nodding he smiled and quickly changed into his pajamas. Mark didn't hug you or tried any extreme closeness with you during the night, he slept almost frozen in place during the whole night.

As the time passed and you didn't even know when it happened, but you found yourself waking up inside his arms and not being scared of it or wanting to step away from him and put space in between you two.

For your birthday Mark asked to be left out of the hook of his $20, limit of gifts for you. Thinking he wouldn't be to out of reality, you allowed the boy to give you the gift he wanted. On the day of the said date he gave you an envelope with passages to his home in LA, asking him to return it and saying you wouldn't go, the conversation escalated to an argument. Mark storming out of your dorm room and going to a party with his friends to drink and get wasted. You sat in your room and cried your heart out, from all the emotions the bout made you feel. How you felt respected and protected in his arms, how he cared and admired you, how much Mark had been respectful and waited for you, for your frustrations in the relationship. How you can't afford the luxuries he is used to, how you always felt out of place when hanging around with some of his friends, how Mark couldn't always read the mood and be out of it.

Your best friend, with who you shared your deepest thoughts and happened to be majoring in psychology, had talked you through your fears and thoughts. Helping you to make you your mind about Mark's gift.

The couple of days you both spent without talking Mark spent drinking and partying as hard as he could, giving a hard time to all he boys of the GOT fraternity. Whenever one of them would pass by you they'd ask you when were you two going to make up and stop sulking, they were tired of Mark's bad mood, his drunk ass pushing everyone away and saying only his girlfriend could touch him and take his clothes off. They even send you videos of the to-wasted-to-walk-Mark being carried by the house members and making his complaints about being touched while the boys tried to take his clothes off so they could put the boy in the shower.

Rushing out of school on an unusual morning, you had woken up late and had everything going wrong from the very start of your day. Missed the elevator and dropped coffee over your clothes making you even more late for your exam, after managing to arrive in for the exam the professor didn't want you allow you in to take it making you wait until everyone was done so he could give you a different exam. Making you late for your shift. That's when you saw your bus coming and you rushed to cross the street before it arrived at the stop.

You didn't look both ways before crossing, luckily the driver was slow and paying attention to where he was going. That's was when you saw Mark. Behind the wheel inside the car, he looked thinner than before, his cheeks gone, eyes deep and with dark bags underneath it, hair looking like birds had had a fight in there.

You missed your bus and felt tears reach your eyes when the girl by his side honked his car so you would move out of the way.

You wave good bye and wished your roommates to have fun at the party, as they closed the door of the room asking you if you really didn't want to go. The boys from the GOT fraternity were throwing another of their end of the term party, and this time you weren't going to it. The last three parties you had gone to, sometimes even helping the boys to set up the house before it, or just joining it after you were done with your late shift at work. This time you were going to stay in by yourself.

A knock on your door, made you take your attention out of your book and slowly drag your feet to attend the waiting person.

Mark looked like he was ready to his party. But his eyes were lifeless, you didn't want to let him in, but the way he looked tired and like he could faint at any second made you open the door and tell him to sit.

He didn't say anything for a really long moment, just looking down to the floor, and not meeting your eyes.

"If you bothered to come all the way here, I think you have something you want to tell me." You said after a few too many minutes had passed.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before his voice came out. "She was just a friend, we had a group assignment, and I was giving her a ride to the meeting place." He scratched the back of his neck.

"If you need to think about it and give me an explanation, I think is more than enough for me to know that this is not going in the right way." You said sighing and making him groan.

"What? I do need to explain, you got mad at the birthday gift I gave you, the gift my parents gave me! They've been begging me to go home for vacations and to take you with me, since we started to go out! Do you even know how scared I was to ask you about it?" He asked looking exasperated like he was about to explode. "You just shut me out, I've been waiting and respecting all your limits and time since that party I kissed you. Buy you gotta help me too!"

"Help you?" You rhetorically asked him. "Mark, I never asked you to want to date me, always did what I could to open to you, I've always did my best not let your lifestyle hurt me and accept you have money and can blow it on whatever crap you want. Do you think I don't know that you call for food just so I'll eat those expansive things you want to, that I didn't know your excuse of one of the boys bailing on you is made up? You are terrible liar!"

"Then you should know better than accuse me of lying right now, she was just a classmate!" He cried out in frustration. "If you know it's all a lie you also should know, I'm not fine for all this time! It's almost two years and a half and you are never comfortable enough, I'm always too fast! Two years and a half that I've been waiting for you to give me the sign so I can move whenever I'm around you!" He ran his hands though his hair.

"So that's what it became? About how I haven't fucked with you? Because I don't want to have sex? Are you just waiting to have sex with me so you can go and be on your crazy fraternity life again?" You felt like all the air had been punched out of your lungs as hut took over your body.

"No! No! No!" Mark repeated all the way as he took two long steps until his arms were wrapping around your body and pressing your watering eyes against his shirt, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "Fuck! I'd spend the rest of my life jerking off in the shower it meant to have you smiling at me and letting me watch you from this close" he declared, and you groaned against his chest hiring your fist against his still firm abdomen.

"Disgusting" you managed to choke in your cry as you giggled.

"My princess, I never wanted to offend you giving you those tickets, I just wanted you to spend time with me and my family, to show them how the woman of my life is amazing and is much more than I could ever ask for." He caressed your back as your tears stared to dry up.

"Do you jerk off often?" You asked with pink rushing to your cheeks and making the strong arms around you tighten in embarrassment.

"To have your love is more than enough for me, but sometimes I do have needs" he said forcing his voice out and closing his eyes hard to block his embarrassment.

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At the party many girls greeted Mark and you made sure to kiss him as deep as you could, fisting his hands on his shirt and putting his hand on your ass to display to them that you were still the only girl in his life.

Two cups of beer were what you had in between make out sections with Mark. His hands held tightly against your body, his lips kissing every single bit of skin showing until your shirt. The only moment his hands were off you were when you were dancing with your friends, being silly and sexy to the beat of the loud song bumming in the house.

Mark watched you from afar resting against the wall, talking with JB and drinking something his friend had brought along. Targeting your boyfriend and the conversation shared in the intimacy of your room earlier that night, you swung your hips and moved your body sexily to the music making the boy push his body off the wall and pull you by the hips until no air could pass in between your bodies. His lips found yours and you melted in his arms.

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With the rising sun outside, and Mark around your body you relaxed under the sheets as the rush of the party ended. The ever slowing of Mark's breathing being an indication of how close to sleep he was. Closing your eyes and licking your lips you could feel the light shake of his body from being awake from his attempts to fall asleep.

"I was laying down on the couch, I fell asleep while watching tv, when the touched my leg, slid his hand up until he groped me. Touching me over my clothes. I didn't know what was happening, he said it was okay it was normal. That was the first time. I had turned 8 not too long" You pushed to breath. "As time passed it happened more times, when I was 11, he told me to take my clothes off, and started to touch me, my boobs had just started to grow, said I had to know how it was." His arms tightened around your body. "At 14 when he found out I had already become a woman, because he saw me carry a pad, he forced me to touch him as he touched me. He told me to night cry, women couldn't cry while doing it. That he was teaching me how to be a real woman." You took a long breath feeling his rapid breathing and shaking arms around your body. "After that day things started to get worst, more frequent, he would finger me, in both places, force me to lick his cum out of my hand because I had done it, so it was duty to clean it. He slapped my ass and my boobs until it be sore and sometimes blood shot, grip my hair very tightly and pull on it too. When I was 16, I told him no, for the first time, and tried to hide from him. He chased me, slapped me on the face so many times, and after I had no more force to fight, he did it again. And that what my reality became, fight against it, be beaten up and touched by that monster. One day the p.e. Teacher realized that was something strange with me and took me to the school infirmary, they saw my old bruises and the forming ones." You took a few deep breaths to control your tears, his lips in the base of your neck and his finger drawing circles and caressing your arms giving you strength to go on. "They called the police, he managed to run away. My mother had always pretended she didn't know what he did to me, when she was questioned about why he would beat me up and if she didn't find it weird, she said that I probably deserved! She even blamed me for him running away and abandoning her." You cried turning around in his arms to cry in his chest. "That's why it's so hard to me to let you touch me. Even when my heart longs for you and I want to, I just freeze, my body feels scared. I'm trying to give myself a better life, leave everything in the past, what that man did to me, the refuse of help from my mother, the way she would close her eyes and pretend to not know what the man she married to, and had a daughter with did to his own kid. So please, I just ask you to be patient with me."

Mark's family was over joyous to receive you in their home in LA, they were more excited about seeing you than about seeing Mark, who kept on pouting like a baby.

Right after arriving you got the bad news that your luggage had been sent to a different flight to another county. Luckily, for you Mark's family had gone by this incident much more than once. Too many hours later, after a long ass flight all of you made your way back to their home with some take away from a fast food joint, and a few bags from fast-fashion-shops you arrived on his big cozy home.

Your boyfriend’s mother showed you every single corner of the house listing all the incident your boyfriend had been involved in the space while growing up.

A lot of your time was spent with his family, cooking with his mom, playing games with his sister's and brother, going to places with them, eating on Mark's favorites places, visiting all the touristic and non-touristic places. Enjoying the swimming pool on their backyard and the beautiful beaches.

Every night you'd fall asleep to the sound of his voice declaring how beautiful and amazing you are, how happy he was feeling, his arms and body thigh try pressed on yours as you shared his childhood single bed.

Spend vacations with Mark was like being in a dream. Be treated like a princess, enjoy perfect and endless dates, enjoy the company of his fun and amazing family, eat delicious foods and be in a new place.

Intimacy with Mark grew since the night of the party where you told him all the bad things that you went through. Mark had been so socked he was even afraid to touch you after that, saying sorry even when he just brushed on you by accident. On the other hand, you felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders, you became touchier with your lover, feeling bolder around him.

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Meeting Mark's friends wasn't a complete shock for you because you had already met all the friends he had back at school. These kids met the, partying and living all the fun they could get from university life, type of style Mark would show off sometimes. Even his old girlfriend showed up but proved to be lovely and a nice girl, but also show that the man you were going out with was still a man of her desires too.

His friends were always dropping by to go out on date with both of you or just to spend the day playing video games and leaving you to go out with his sisters and nieces, who but fact loved you so much that already called you aunt.

Time alone was usually the one where both of you were sleeping in each other's arms.

As the vacations draw closer to the end and the trip back home approached you and Mark started to prepare to go home, you paying the things you had brought with the money you save for the trip and the large check you got from the air company that lost your luggage you had to give Mark some space on your bag so he could take more things with him.

The sound of car doors closing and the motor driving away woke you up, rubbing your eyes and parting it open you saw Mark smiling at you. "Did I work you up?" He asked while you started to shake your head at him. "My parents went out to meet some friends for lunch, I ditched them so you could get a few more hours of sleep" he caressed your hair out of your face. "Should I prepare something for lunch while you take a shower?" He wiggled his bows at you making you laugh.

Staying in bed for a few more moments just enjoying each other's arms and the little touches of love, before his stomach started to growl asking for food and making both of you laugh at it. Doing just what he had proposed you went to the shower while he was in charge to prepare lunch.

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Walking into the kitchen you saw the amazing food he was preparing. Laughing at your boyfriend he turned around to meet your eyes, Mark's jaw dropped, your wet hair falling over your shoulders, on his white shirt, letting very little to his imagination, as he could see the only other garment you had on was your black panties.

Mark pulled you in his arms kissing your cheeks and lips many times, his nose caressing your face and neck as he tried to get the most out of the touch and control himself. Not wanting to let go of you but being pushed off because, "Mark is going to burn!" He lifted you, so you could sit on the counter and watch him prepare noodles with heated up tomato sauce and cheese on top and call it a meal.

With all food in one plate and one fork, you held the plate as Mark stood in between your legs, feeding his one mouthful before feeding yourself until the food was all gone. Refusing your offers to wash the dishes Mark did it and put them to dry before going back into your arms.

His arms around your waist and his head resting on the wet spot over your chest you caressed his hair, small talks about how much you had enjoyed the trip and his family. You turned his head to kiss his lips, taking advantage of your position on top of the counter to feel like how he felt all the time. His hands rested on the sides of your thighs, the kiss slowly blended into another and another, slow, full of dedication and love. His hands caressing your thighs and his lips speaking for more, deepening the kiss to something more sensual.

You felt his fingers reaching your ass, mindlessly caressing it, holding you in place. Your fingers were completely lost in his hair and took you lots of concentration to tug on his hair and break the kiss to breath and look at him, his lips were reddish and swollen, his eyes hooded.

The light push on his shoulders had Mark un-gluing his body from yours, an apology starters to bubble in his throat when the movement of your hands got his eyes leaving him speechless when you took his shirt off and let it drop to the floor of the kitchen. A deep shade of red took your cheeks as he watched your naked chest in front of him, looking carefully at your fair skiing, how perfectly your boobs hung on your body. Your shaking hand held his wrist pulling his hand on one of your boobs.

He started to caress it lightly, carefully as if you could break, slowly both his hands massaged and started to add more pressure, thumbs playing with your sensitive hard nipples. The next thing he did was use his lips, making shivers run over your body, and electricity reach every single never you had. His lips were soft, hot and felt like heaven against your nipples.

The little noises coming from your lips, the way your hand pulled his head against your body, giving him the cue to go further. His lips slid over the new found skin of your body, kissing, nipping, biting and sucking on it as his hands caressed all the expanse of sling he could find.

His body shook as the pleasure and his need for your overwhelmed him, parting his eyes to look at you, Mark froze when your lips parted calling his name, eye big and lips pink from biting on it. Your hand hiding his to your damp panties, offering him a nod with your lower lip in between your teeth. "Please?"

Getting off the counter you walked into his arms, your lips finding the milk skin of your neck, sinking your teeth on it your hand starts to rub his hard on over his sweatpants, he wasn't shy to voice out how much your touch affected him, his whimpers and moans letting you know how much he wanted you.

"Mark" you caressed his hair with your hand and his cheek with your nose. "Mark babe" you called him again. Stopping all your touches so the boy could focus on you. "Do you have a condom?"

Opening his eyes as big as saucers he went rigid for a whole minute, his mind racing to all the places inside his head. Telling you to stay in place he started to run around the house looking for one, you couldn't help but laugh at the amount of noises you could hear from around the house.

Picking up the discarded shirt you made your way to the door of his room where he finally saw you, and his shoulders dropped. With a giggle and resting against the door frame of his room you raised your eye brows at him. "You don't carry one around? Hm... Doesn't Joey have one?"

Disappearing inside his brother's bedroom Mark reappeared with the foil package in hands. His hands found the back of your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist you kissed him and pushed the door closed.

Mark rested your back in the bed, his eyes looking up and lovingly at you, admiring and watching you for any traces of fear and regret. Pulling him for another kiss you reassured him of your decision.

Mark loved you, slowly, entirely, pleasuring your body and your soul, loving all of you. And you loved him back with every touch, every breath and moan that passed your lips, once again knowing how the best decision you ever made was let him walk into your life.

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