F1-F4 one shots

Marcus Armstrong- Best I've had

Requested by Iouiswcreature
12- Will you stop flirting with other guys/girls and just kiss me
29- stop being cute biting that lip
61- let's just stay in bed, like this a little longer

Marcus knew he was in trouble when y/n came over to visit his sister. They had always had the flirty banter when talking, but it was mainly online. So he thought he could be more daring than what he would usually be in person.
But he knows she loves a good party and Paris would follow suit.
"Remember and be safe.. London isn't like home." Marcus finds himself mentally preparing for the fall out.
"Y/n.. behave. Yeah?" She smirks at him. "Of course Pops. See you tomorrow morning." Paris smiles happy that her friend is here.

"You could just stop being boring and come out. You know she'll behave if you're there."
Paris tells him. He nods his head. "Suppose, will text Fewtrell and Jehan and see if they fancy going out."
Paris hugs him and they leave for the cocktail bar.
"Let me know where you are when we come out." Marcus texts his sister.

When they arrive at the bar, Marcus can already see a group of guys surrounding the girls. Of course y/n is main character.
"Marky!!! Hiya Mr no longer Ferrari driver." He shakes his head. Much to Max's delight as he laughs his head off.
"So you drove too didn't you? But didn't get the backing of the big teams." She says to a max which shuts him up.
"Jehan!!!" Paris looks at Marcus. "How long has she been at this level?" He asks her. "Erm. Not long.. what are you guys drinking?"
Max finds himself, flirting with y/n. Even though it's obvious Marcus is watching her like a hawk.
But it's more her dress, it hugs her figure perfectly and Marcus can see more than Max is noticing her.

When they move to a club, Marcus keeps a hold of y/n. As he knows she'll get lost in the middle of the dance floor and god knows what will happen to her. But he hates seeing her flirt with Max.
The little arm touches, jokes just between them.
"You okay?" Paris asks him. He shakes his head.
"It's like she doesn't see me, unless we are thousands of miles apart." Paris nods her head.
"Nudge her.. get her attention and use your charm on her. Ah the end of the night she's still coming home with us. Not max or any other guy in here."
Marcus nods his head. But waits until Max is getting drinks, to make his move.
But Paris gets in first.
"Y/n. Stop the flirting with Max. I didn't take him to be your type." Paris looks at Marcus, realising she had taken bus thunder and quickly makes her excuses.

"Sup?" Y/n asks Marcus. Unusually quiet.
"Why do you flirt with other guys in front of me?" Y/n looks at him confused. "You said you wanted to keep it on the downlow when I was here..." Marcus shakes his head.
"No. Well yes. But can you just stop flirting with other guys and kiss me."
Y/n looks at him, biting her bottom lip. Pulling his head into her. The finest bit of pressure on their lips.
It confused Marcus. "Isn't this what you want?" He asks, confused when she nods her head. "But Paris?" Marcus smiles, he hasn't told her that Paris is actually cool with them dating if it happens.
"Come here.." With his hand on her thigh, he kisses her again, biting the lip she keeps biting and pouting.

"Oh.. so it's okay?" He nods his head. "Even if it wasn't. I still want you." He pulls her in closer, so that she doesn't need to think about anyone else. Even when Max comes back to the table, her eyes are firmly on Marcus.
"Will we go dance, since I know you love this song?" Marcus asks y/n. Nodding her head, they got onto the dance floor, standing close and y/n shaking her curves. All Marcus wants to do is take her home.
His own member becoming apparent to y/n. "Oh? Will we go somewhere quiet?" She teases him. He shakes his head.
"We either stay here dancing or we go home. Back to my apartment and I get to do what I've always wanted to do to you." His dark eyes go even darker. Y/n kisses him, letting her hand glide over his predicament.

"Home. Here.. anywhere. I just want that in me." Marcus smiles at her. "Let's go..: I can't do it here." Y/n nods her head. Not caring. She just wants his goodies.
In the cab going home, y/n sits and bites her lip.
The anxieties becoming evident in what's about to happen.
She smiles at Marcus, when their eyes lock and goes back to biting it.
Marcus suggests a photo, where she still bites her lip.
"Stop doing that..: it's so fucking cute." He laughs, being serious though. Instead she kisses him. "Oh jeez another one not for the gram then." He laughs.
"Who says this is for the gram and not just for us. Plus I think your sister might have something to say about it."
Marcus nods his head.
Paris knows more than y/n knows that she does. You could even say she has manifested it with him.

Pulling her into his room when they get back to the apartment. He's happy that Paris isn't home. It doesn't take her long before she is making a lot of noise from his actions.
Suddenly, he turns her over and pulls her on his lap.
"This is what naughty girls, who flirt with my friends get.." he tries to nod laugh.
But the more he slaps her bare bum, the more she enjoys it.
Pulling her into his chest after the type of sex, he isn't used too. He knows he doesn't want to let her go.
His phone goes and it's Max wanting to know the details before he has even recovered.

"She is the best fuck I've ever had..." y/n replies for him. Which makes Marcus laugh.
Pulling her into kiss him again. "Suppose I best go onto the sofa now. Or Paris will know somethings happened." Marcus shakes his head.
"No. Let's stay like this a while longer.. in bed together.. who knows what will happen." He whispers kissing her again.