moon

l.mk ⋆ last night ;; you

"i like you a little too," you jokingly confess, knowing the state of you and his established relationship. you tilt your chin down and intertwine your fingers in the ones that were running lines along your skin a second earlier. "i like you a more than a little."

"aw, come on, you can't do me like that, that's not fair," a sly grin makes its way onto mark's face as he chuckles, knowing where this will be going.

you scoot your way on top of his lap and reach your arms around his neck to play with the short hair on the back of it. "you look really cute right now..." you push his glasses up his nose. "as always."

"you're way cuter, i think," he smiles genuinely, his brown eyes looking up into yours. "can we try something today?"

"hm? i don't think there's anything we haven't done before," you think, reminiscing over all of the moments you two have had together.

"no, i mean..." he looks away shyly and pushes his glasses up his nose again. "i want to... f-finger you..." he really needed ones that didn't fall so often, you think. "you know. if you're ready, i don't want you to think i'm forcing you or, or making you do something i just wanted to know if you-"

"mark," you interrupt him in a soft voice. you kiss him on the cheek and take a deep breath. "i mean, i think so, maybe? but shouldn't it be more nonchalant... it seems so weird to ask.." you blush.

"i- i mean it- it just seemed like i should.. i don't know, i want what you want," he says, gazing back into your eyes.

you say no more and begin to lean down to kiss him, his lips crashing against yours subtly. mark wraps his arms around your waist and rubs his hands up and down your back, a reminder that it was okay.

you press your hands against his chest and travel down to the hem of his shirt, running your hands upwards along his stomach.

mark breaks away suddenly, concern in his eyes. "are you sure?" he asks, holding your hands that are on him. "if we start- i- i don't know if there's any coming back..."

"i'm sure..." you say, curling your hands against his chest.

"okay, i trust you," he smiles, taking hold of his own clothing and tugging his shirt over his head. "just tell me if something isn't okay."

you take a deep breath as you feel his hands start to travel all over your body. this was nothing new to you, sure, both of you had done things like this before, but never this... intimate. not on your side, at least. you knew mark had experience.

mark has no room for words left as he finds your nipples and squeezes softly, earning a small but prominent whine from you. "mark..." you get out, pulling your shirt the rest of the way off of your head.

he kisses each bud on your chest before his hands travel down to the hemline of your pants and underwear. "still okay?" he asks, tugging gently.

you let him know that it's okay to keep going and he lifts your ass up, pulling your pants and underwear down with a swift motion. "let's go to the room, yeah?" his eyes are trained on your hole, he can't wait to see what's lurking further in.

"sure..." you whisper, looking away from him shyly. you can't seem to look at him after what just happened, you feel so revealed.

he lifts you up quickly and wraps his arms around you again, rubbing small circles into your lower back as he takes you to the bedroom.

you feel a small woosh as you fall onto the bed, mark's face slowly making itself known to you again as he climbs over you. "i'm going to start now."

you nod curtly and watch him travel back down, watching your hole closely as his finger pushes in.

your eyes blow open and you whine, the unfamiliar feeling of someone besides your own finger inside of you a slight shock. "m-mark... that's... your- your finger inside..."

he makes no reply and pushes it in and out of you at a slow pace, eventually starting to add a second and rotating his hand so that his palm is facing upwards. you moan quietly at the sensation of his fingers thrusting in and out of you, asking him in a quiet breath for more.

"i- i can do more, mark, keep going." you gain a slight edge of assertiveness in your voice.

"three... and four..." he pushes two in at once. despite the warning, you'd never had this many inside of you, it was a lot. "s-so much..."

"you're so pretty..." mark mumbles, kissing your forehead.

he pushes his fingers just a little faster, and you can feel yourself begin to spill over the edge. he looks at you sweetly as you orgasm, a wave of pleasure rushing over you.

"hey, y/n, i have a secret to tell you," he says, pulling his fingers out of you and walking to the bathroom to wash them off.

"hm?" you tilt your head at him, what more could there be?

he pulls open the closet after washing his hands and pulls out one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants. mark comes closer and leans down by your ear, placing his clothes on your lap. "i love you," he whispers, smile evident in his voice.

he was so nonchalant about it, like what had happened last night didn't even happen at all. he was back to the soft, reserved mark you fell in love with.

his lips find the rim of the coffee cup and he takes a sip, staring out the window at the cloudy day. you can only think about his lips on yours again. you want them, need them even.

"i think i'm gonna head to the studio later today, johnny wants to test out some stuff or something. i wasn't really listening when he was on the phone, honestly." mark shrugs and makes his way over to the couch, slumping down beside you and giving you a kiss on your temple.

"oh, alright," you say. you couldn't believe he was just going to leave for most of the day and leave you with your thoughts all alone in the house! well, you could believe it, but you didn't want to.

"you're awfully quiet this morning, you okay?" mark's voice turns caring as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"i'm fine, i'm fine, trust me," you smile a bit and cuddle into him. "just thinking."

"about what, babe? last night?" he smirks, inwardly getting shy.

you look up at him shyly and place a kiss to his lips, attempting to back away after only a second.

mark has other plans, though. he places his hand firmly on your back and pulls you back to him, haphazardly places his coffee cup on the living room table, bringing his now free hand to rest on your cheek.

"can you stay home? just a little longer?" you ask, pulling away.