mark lee x fem reader (suggestive, fluff)
music rec : afterglow — taylor swift
Mark’s eyes widen upon opening the door seeing your figure dressed warmly in this cold evening. What on earth were you doing in front of his door at 2am
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you but can I come in?”
The first time you met Mark was during a wedding you were invited to. He was one of the groomsmen and later you found out was your then boyfriend’s cousin.
Specifically the cousin that he was constantly compared to growing up. Hence, getting along wasn’t an option for them.
Your boyfriend did warned that Mark can be a tad bit cocky but that assumption was proven false when you got to know the Canadian a bit more.
He was awkward. In a good way of course. Funny. Very gentleman like. His laugh is 10 times funnier than the joke itself. And very good looking. Emphasising on the very.
“I actually had my eye on you that was until I found that you were with my cousin” he casually said sipping his champagne.
“Yeah well things between us aren’t doing so great.” you replied, bringing the glass to your lips sipping the content.
Mark cocked an eyebrow. As much as he wanted to know more, he decided not to push you. Besides a wedding isn’t really the most ideal place to talk about what happens behind closed doors.
“In case anything happens...” he passed a paper with his digits written on it. You grinned, “Did you prepared this? Or did it just so happens to be in your tux suit?”
“A bit of both” he confessed.
You hadn’t fully comprehend what you just did, you kissed Mark. It could be the alcohol in your system or it could be just pure desperation. But Mark didn’t pushed you away instead pulled you closer.
You mewled at the warmth of his embrace, something you’ve crave for like a starve man. His hands gripped your waist, yours camped on his cheeks before sliding down to his chest.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mark pulled away. He needed to make sure you were totally on board with this. He values your permission and comfort above all else.
“I swear to god Mark if you don’t fuck me till I can’t walk-” Mark kissed you again, his hands on your jawline.
“As you wish, my love”
Mark is definitely getting noise complaints in the morning.
“Holy fuc-” you choked a moan as Mark pounded into you hard and fast. Hands gripping your waist down the bed, making it creak with each thrust.
As if he can’t go any deeper, he slung your legs over his shoulder and god you could feel everything. It felt better in this angle and Mark speeding up hearing you deliciously scream his name in this new position.
“Such a good girl for me huh?”
You couldn’t even answer him. All that came out was incoherent moans of his name and mewls of pleasure. You could hear his smirk, seeing you so fucked up all for him and him only.
Electricity courses thru your veins with every thrust until your toes curl in pleasure. Like you weren’t already in a state of euphoria, Mark latches his mouth onto one of your breast. His tongue immediately went for your nipple, circling them before sucking harshly.
“Who’s fucking you this good huh?”
You moaned, body jerking to the immense pleasure this man is giving you.
“I’m talking to you, my love.”
“You! Mark! Only you fuck- please don’t stop fuck”
“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Mark chuckled whilst still fucking you to oblivion. You were so near and so was Mark considering his thrusts are getting sloppy.
Your orgasm washes over you followed by Mark’s afterwards. He collapsed on top of you, hands still supporting his weight to prevent crushing you.
You pulled Mark down by the neck and he fully rest his figure on you, head tucked away in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning against your flustered skin. Both of you stayed like that for awhile, riding out your highs, Mark’s arms secured around your body and your fingers combing his messy hair.
The intimate moment was interrupted when Mark spoke, “So are you gonna tell me why you showed up at my apartment and begged me to fuck you dumb?” he tried to keep it lighthearted, chuckling slightly at the end of the sentence.
You cracked a smile but that smile soon fall to a solemn expression and you told him everything that’s been spiralling in your relationship.
You told him how he was so sweet and attentive in the beginning of the relationship but took a 180 degree turn one day. He was cold, distant and closed off. Multiple occasions he pushed you off, calling you a busybody and clingy.
Things between you and your boyfriend progressively got worse because of his habit of lying even after being caught. Things really hit rock bottom when you found out he was having an affair with a co-worker.
You let out an exasperation sigh, hands cupped your face, feeling like an enormous weight has been lifted off you, finally being able to tell someone and being heard.
Mark hugged you tighter, placing sweet kissed on your shoulder, listening attentively to your rant. He pry your hands away from your face, taking them in his, “Hey hey it’s okay I’m here for you.”
“Let’s stop talking about my messy love life” you changed the topic, wanting to forget that ordeal for the night.
“Okay then. You’re staying right? With me tonight?” Mark looked at you with puppy dog eyes in which you can’t help but cooed at.
You didn’t answer the man instead you massaged his scalp and hummed in response. His hold tightened around you again, snuggling into the crook of your neck. Slumber taking ahold of him before taking you along with it.
I’ll stay with you. Even if it’s forever.