#mark midsommar

You never expected it. He always told you how much he cared about you, even when he broke up with you. He made it clear that he never cheated on you, he'd never do that to anyone, and you believed him. He wasn't that type of person. He was always so kind and caring, that's why he didn't want to lead you on and told you right away what was going on. Didn't hurt any less.

You supposed it was better to know before you asked him to move in with you, that would've been awful.

You realized you were just sitting in his driveway, letting your tears fall freely and broken sobs echo around the quiet vehicle. You had to get out of there, but you didn't want to go home. You could already see yourself entering your home that was filled with memories of the time you spend with this person, and it made feel like you were going to be sick. No, home wasn't an option. All you felt was an aching in your chest, but numbness at the same time. You just wanted to feel something else, anything else.

You put your gear lever in drive, only one person coming to mind to help you with this problem. He may not have the emotional intelligence to comfort you, but thankfully, comfort isn't what you were seeking. It was reckless, and probably not the healthiest way to cope with a breakup, but you couldn't care less.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you exited your car, quickly shaking off your nerves and knocked on the door before you chickened out. The door opened fairly quickly, revealing one of your sort of friends, Mark. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He questioned, a slight expression of confusion on his face.

You and Mark weren't really friends, per say. You two didn't really get along. Every time you talked to him, he'd always hit on you pretty aggressively. You never felt unsafe around him, he was just annoying because you had a partner at the time...but you didn't anymore. You weren't as close to him as you were his other friends, but you hung around him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt you and he wouldn't turn you down.

"My boyfriend just broke up with me." You said plainly.

Mark gaped, very clearly not knowing what to say. "Uh...I'm sorry? That sucks."

"Can I come in?" You asked impatiently, pointing past him into his apartment.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, sure." He quickly stepped out of the way and gestured you inside.

You took off your jacket with a huff, tossing it one of the chairs in his living room before standing before him nervously. But before you could say anything, Mark spoke. "Look, if you need a shoulder to cry on or something, I'm not the person you should be talking to. Go hang with Dani or something, she's always crying about something."

You rolled your eyes, peeling off your shirt, revealing your lace bra. "I'm not here to talk, Mark."

Mark's eyes widened, gaping like a fish once again and not even trying to hide his lecherous gaze at your cleavage, quickly having to adjust the crotch part of his pants. You could've laughed at how immediate his dick responded to the situation. Mark sighed. "Y/n, like I said, if you need someone to talk you down, I'm not that person."

You walked up to Mark, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts. "I know."

Mark seemed to be satisfied with your answer as he roughly placed his lips onto yours in one swift motion. His large hands kneading your breasts elicited a gasp from you, causing him to gain easy access to massage his tongue with yours.

Ever since he met you, Mark has dreamed of the moment he could finally put his hands on you, quite literally mark you and make you feel more pleasure than any person could. You having a partner didn't stop him from trying to shoot his shot, of course, if anything, it would've been hot if you had finally lost control and couldn't help yourself. Which you finally did, he supposed, but only because you had been dumped. Either way, he was ecstatic you had finally given him permission to fuck you.

"Lay on the couch." Mark ordered after removing all of your clothes, besides your underwear.

You instantly obeyed, laying down on the couch, and you could feel yourself already dripping wet.

With your ex, you always made an effort to avoid looking at anyone lustfully besides your former partner. But you had to admit, you did find Mark incredible handsome but constantly felt guilty about it, until now. You've never been more attracted to Mark then you were right now, watching him stare up at you hungrily at his kissed his way down your body, skipping over the place you wanted him the most to lick and nip at the inside of your thighs.

You whimpered as you felt him kiss you through the thin, lacy material, slowly pulling down your underwear while he gazed into your eyes intensely. You released a whiny moan as he licked up your folds, flicking your clit a few times before repeating the previous motion. "Goddamn, you're soaking and I've barely done anything. Did your ex ever fuck you?"

"Shut up." You snapped, grabbing Mark by his jaw and forced a kiss on him. He let out a sharp groan when you started palming his erection through his boxer briefs. "Just fuck me, Mark."

"Your wish is my command." Mark smirked, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head.

You cried out when Mark entered you roughly with no warning, immediately thrusting harshly without giving you any time to adjust to his girth. "Fuck, Mark!" You gasped, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding onto the couch cushion beneath you.

Mark smirked as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, moan after moan escaping you as you clenched down on him. "Your ex never fuck you like this, huh? It's gotta be a crime for how neglected this pussy's been."

Mark kept hitting that special spot inside you with each hard thrust, an orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You blushed as he let out a laugh, slowing his thrusts down slightly to let you breathe. "You came already? Damn baby, you should've sought me out sooner."

"You talk too much." You whispered breathlessly, only to let out a gasp as Mark thrusted back into you sharply.

"Sorry, what was that?" He grinned playfully, him sucking and lightly biting at your nipples accompanied with his thrusts left you speechless. "God, you're perfect."

Mark's movements soon became erratic, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and he quickly pulled out, a loud groan escaping his mouth as he released on your stomach. "Fuck..." He whimpered, collapsing on top of you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, and you had to admit, it felt nice. But that feeling soon became scary for you. "Mark, you're crushing me." He wasn't, but the warm, fuzzy feeling from laying with him started to overwhelm you.

"Sorry." He sat up, pulling a blanket from his couch to cover himself and you as you sat up with him. "So, was I a good rebound?" He joked, which actually made you giggle.

"Yeah, you were. Maybe this could be a regular thing?"

"Ya know, that would be awesome. But I have to go to Sweden soon and won't be back for a couple weeks."

You furrowed your brows. "Sweden? Why Sweden?"

"I was invited." He chuckled, but he quickly stopped once he saw your frown. "Well, uh, I guess I don't have to go. I really only wanted to go to hook up with some Swedish babes, but now that you're an option...it would be pretty stupid of me to turn you down, right?"

You grinned, connecting your lips with his happily. "And just for that answer, how about we go for round two?"

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“Wow, never thought I’d see the day Mark was sprung…”

“Shut up,” you hear Mark mumble and you hang up not wanting to invade his privacy anymore.

You go about the rest of your night. You eat you food and finish your movie but your mind keeps wandering back to Mark’s words. It seems so intimate and soft. A bath of all things. You get ready for bed and take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. You bite your lip and think about calling Mark to come over but remember he sounded like he was slurring a bit. He’s probably drunk and you can only deal with drunk people when you’ve been drinking yourself. You decide against it and go to sleep for the night.

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“R u busy today?” Mark squints against the brightness on his phone.

He really regrets those shots now.

He re reads the text then checks the time 11 am. Why was Y/N texting him so early?  Usually they never talk unless it’s dark out.

“No, what’s up?” It takes him a moment to answer because he’s still waking up. He gets up to find some water while waiting for her answer.

“Come over @ 2” is the only reply he gets.

He has a moment where he thinks he should question you but decides against it. So you want an early afternoon hook up instead of late at night, doesn’t bother him.

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You get a knock on the door right at 2, he’s punctual you’ll give him that.

You open it to find Mark wearing a long sleeve blue shirt and jeans. He no doubt gives you a confused look at your own attire, a robe and nothing else.

“We’re getting straight to it then?” He asks when you let him in and you giggle softly to yourself.

“Not exactly,” he follows you into your bedroom and sees your bed littered with things.

You watch his expression as he scans the items. His face doesn’t lose the confused expression as he scans the various items you laid out: multiple candles (both unscented and scented), different colored bath bombs, wash cloths, bubble bath soap, and towels.

“Dealers choice. Today you’re gonna give me a bath.” You say coyly as you walk into the rest room and sit on the bathroom counter waiting for Mark.

Your heart races, the ball was in his court. All your other encounters were you in charge. You taking the reigns and Mark being happy to go along for the ride. This was an important moment, giving him control, letting him be in charge of what happens. This was extremely intimate and it’s very possible he could turn tail and run out of your apartment if he wants. You close your eyes as you wait for him to make his decision.

You only open them when you hear his footsteps coming close. Mark is at the entrance hands filled with two unscented candles and one lavender scented one (good choice), a wash cloth, a pink bath bomb, a small drink pitcher from your kitchen and the fluffiest towel you own. Its silent as he places the items on the counter beside you he starts to arrange the candles to his liking around your bathroom. Once he’s happy with them he plugs the tub and turns the water on and adjusts the temperature to his liking. 

“Can you test this and tell me if it’s okay?” His refers to the water in a gruff voice. You take a deep breath not wanting to give away how much it effects you before sliding down and walking to the tub. You touch the water and nod approvingly. He nods a little shaky and you place your hand between his shoulder blades.

“Breathe,” you remind softly and feel his lungs expand beneath your hands a few times. It seems to ground him as he goes to arrange his other items.

Finally the tub fills and he shuts it off looking to you.

“Before we do this, two rules,” you start and he nods expectantly “number 1, do not get my hair wet, I’m sure I don’t have to explain that black girls don’t like their hair wet,” you had done your hair into a french braid and wrapped it in a head scarf to make it harder to mess up. “And 2 you’re in charge here today, don’t make me regret it."  He takes another breath.

"Yeah, sounds reasonable…” you smile and untie your robe. His eyes scan your body once you take it off and hang it on a hook beside you before looking at Mark with one raised eyebrow. “Step into the water,” he says once he catches on. You do as told and watch him pull his shirt over his head so he doesn’t wet it. He tosses it into your bedroom before walking over.

Your eyes scan his torso, he was pretty fit even if it wasn’t that noticeable in his clothes. You seen him naked enough to know better. “Carefully sit down now,” his voice still had that gruff edge and you were lying if you said it wasn’t doing something to you.

He grabs the lighter you left on the counter and lights the candles as you get comfortable.

The water reaches your shoulders and you lean your head back waiting for him to come over. He gets on his knees beside the tub and drops in the bath bomb he picked out.

You groan as the hot water relaxes you further and watch the water change colors to a simmering pink.

Mark stands up and walks behind you. He starts massaging your shoulders and you groan at the firmness of his fingers. They were one of your favorite traits about the man. You let you head lull to the side as he works out a knot. His lips press a kiss on your neck and you shut your eyes at how soft it feels. Then he stops and his hands slowly slide over your chest as you groan softly. He takes a breast in each hand and squeezes while the pad of his thumb goes over a nipple each. You gasp softly and he goes back to kissing on your neck. His grip gets firmer as he starts to bite and suck your neck and you have a fleeting thought about having to get rid of the hickies before work. One hand wanders lowers and your breath comes out jagged when it reaches your lower stomach. Just below your belly button he creases the skin back and forth but doesn’t go lower like you had hoped. He removes his hands all together and you open your eyes again to see him walking to the other side of the tub. He picks up on of your legs and starts to rub your feet. You feel your upper body lower more into the water in relaxation. You watch him with hooded lids. He’s so focused at the task at hand but still scans your naked body in lust. It doesn’t take long for him to switch feet.

Mark must decide the massage part was over with because he grabs a wash cloth and wets it. He pours some of your coconut body wash on it and rubs it together to lather it up. He goes back to the head of the tub.

“Sit up.” He commands. You do as told and he rubs the soapy wash cloth over your back. He walks to the side on the tub & rubs the cloth down your right arm slowly ending at the tip of your fingers before moving to the other arm. He moves lower before picking up your right leg and draping it over the side on the bathtub so half of it falls off to the side. You gasp softly at how spread your legs are but don’t say anything. He slowly lathers your legs. You watch his large hands creep up your thigh slowly in soft circular motions. You breathe in deeply when his fingers get close to the one spot you really want them but he pulls away before he gets there. Mark was a full on tease at this point. He leans over and grabs your other leg and you try to lower the first leg back into the water. It doesn’t make it very far however before he’s grasping your ankle. “Did I tell you, you could put your leg back down?” His eyes bore into yours and you bite your lip at his assertiveness before shaking your head no. “Speak,” he orders while rubbing circles into your ankle. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t doing things to you.

“No Mark”. His eyes sparkle at the roughness of your voice showing him just how much this was effecting you too. “Then keep it here,” he softly squeezes your ankle to show you not to move it from where he first placed it before going back to your other leg. He props that one against the wall and the other edge of the tub you blush at the fact that you’re spread eagle. He washes the other leg in the same fashion. He stands and comes back to the head of the bathtub. “Lean back baby,” he commands and you listen. He rubs the washcloth between his hands causing them both to be soapy before lathering up your chest. You arch your back when he pays extra attention to your nipples. He kisses your neck and your eyes shut.

“God baby, you should see yourself.” You moan at his voice right in your ear. “Spread out and arching so pretty for me, fucking perfect.” He ends the sentence with a soft bite on your ear lobe & you can’t stop the groan that escapes. 

“Mark,” you breathe softly. You’re asking for something but you don’t know what. This whole experience is nothing like your past encounters with the man behind you, hell this is nothing like anything you’ve done before to be honest.

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart I got you, just relax,” he speaks calmly before sucking your neck and continuing to rub the front of your torso.

Mark was like a whole different person today, he was a good fuck but kind of timid. He came off cocky in the bar and around others but once you get him alone you can quickly see through his façade. He hides it well but its in the little things. The hesitations, the shaky hands, the nervous glances. This Mark though, he was steady and in control and you felt like you were boiling over with lust. He gives you another peck before pulling away. You open your eyes and see him coming back with the pitcher. He fills it with water from the bath and pours it over you right under your neck to wash the soap off. “You can put your legs down now,” he says and you do as told. He drops the pitcher on the floor and gets back on his knees in the middle of the bath beside the tub. You watch him waiting for what’s next. He leans close and kisses you softly. You let out a tiny moan. Your whole body feels sensitive for some reason. Like you’re an exposed wire and anything will cause a spark to ignite. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip and you immediately let him in. Mark has always been an amazing kisser, his lips were so full you could kiss him for hours and not get bored. Not that you guys really did that. It seems too coupley for you two.

Your vaguely aware of movement in the water but his lips are too distracting to figure out what it was. Finally you feel his fingers and you gasp. His middle finger swipes your folds and your knees bend and spread automatically to give him more room to touch you. He deepens the kiss as him rubs your clit. Your hands make your way to his neck as you hold onto him. He inserts two fingers inside of you groan. Once he starts to pump your head falls back to rest on the tub. Your hear Mark chuckle faintly and feel him kiss your chin before attacking your neck again. He’s a little more aggressive than before because now he’s full on biting you but as long as those fingers keep moving you don’t care. He curls them just so and your hands involuntary tangle in his hair as you moan his name. God you loved his fingers, you could write fucking sonnets about them at this point. They were so long and so so good to you. He pulls them out and rubs your clit again & goes back to kissing you. His tongue massages yours as he slowly pulls his hands up out of the water. You whimper at the loss but Mark never ceases the kissing to hear you complain. He finally slows down into little pecks and you fully relax again.

He unplugs the tub and you lay there as the water washes down the drain. He stands and grabs the towel before facing towards you again. “Stand baby,” you do as he says and he gently dries your body. You’re in a comfortable daze when he’s done. Once he’s satisfied your dry you wait for him to tell you to step out, he never does, instead he picks you up bridal style and you gasp softly but wrap your arms around his neck and hold on. He carries you into the bedroom and sits you on the edge while he clears off anything you left on it. He then finally gets rid of his pants and pulls the comforter back. Before beckoning you to lay down. You slept naked before, especially when Mark’s over so it doesn’t bother you too much to do it again. When you’re under the covers Mark slides in beside you and pulls you in to cuddle. 

He lightly creases your arm with his fingertips and your eyelids get heavier and heavier at the action.

“Was it good for you?” Mark whispers almost afraid to break the calm air around the room.

“Perfect, how was it for you?” You hope he enjoyed himself. This was his idea after all.

“You have no idea how amazing today was,” he answers.

“I think I might,” you chuckle and he looks down at you with one raised brow. “Umm you accidentally butt dialed me last night and I heard you mention wanting to bathe me.” You confess and he groans in embarrassment.

You give a full laugh at his antics before leaning up and kissing him.