You walk into Mark's room and see him pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself. You stand in the doorway for a moment, observing him, realizing he has yet to notice your presence.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just go around kissing your best friend. What if she doesn't love you? How are you going to explain that? How would you fix it? Ugh why do you always have to fuck shit up?" He mumbles, lecturing himself. You push off of the doorframe, making your way towards him. When he turns to continue pacing, he finds you standing behind him. His eyes go wide as he begins trying to explain.
"Y/N! Listen about before-" Before he can continue, you reach up and kiss him, resting your hands on his sides. He stands, shocked, for a moment before he closes his eyes. One of his hands comes to rest on your waist as the other cradles the side of your face. He deepens the kiss as he pulls you closer. After a few minutes, you pull away, breathlessly. He rests his forehead against yours, looking down at you.
"You didn't fuck anything up." You whisper to him. "Mark, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"Really?" He smiles.
"I love you. I have for years." You look up at him, leaning in again. You kiss him as if sealing the promise of your words. He pulls you as close as possible, firmly gripping your hips. He nips your bottom lip, causing you to gasp. He slips his tongue into your mouth, immediately fighting for dominance, which he wins. He slowly begins to back you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed.
Gently pushing you onto the bed, he hovers over you, trailing his lips along your jaw to your neck. As his lips reach the spot below your ear, a moan slips past your lips. He smirks before he returns to your sweet spot, sucking and biting, before lightly soothing the newly placed mark with his tongue. He continues marking up around your neck as soft moans and sighs slip past your lips, hands slipping under his hoodie to rest against your bare skin.
Out of space, he glances up at you, slightly raising the hoodie. You nod, silently answering the unspoken question. He lifts the hoodie off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room. He glances up to make sure you're alright, to which you raise yourself on an elbow, lips meeting his. You slide your hands under his shirt, slowly lifting it, breaking the kiss to remove it from him. He returns to trailing his lips across the top of your chest as he unhooks your bra from behind you. He tosses it to the side and leans down to cover your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it. His hand palms at your other breast, as your moans increase in volume from the stimulation. He let's go of your left nipple with a pop as he switches to your other breast, moving to palm your left instead. After a few minutes, he continues to kiss down your torso, nipping and sucking in various places.
As he reaches the waistband of your leggings, he stops, pulling back to look up at you.
"Are you sure about this?" He asks, looking for any hint of reluctance.
"I'm sure." You smile down at him. He smiles back, leaning up to kiss you quickly before sliding your leggings down your legs along with your panties. He tosses them into the growing pile of clothes before leaning back, glancing over your naked form.
"Damn, you're gorgeous." He mumbles, causing your blush to deepen. He leans down, trailing kisses along your thighs, avoiding where you needed him the most.
"Mark, please." You whimper, raising your hips slightly so that he gets the point.
"Please what?" He asks with a smirk.
"Stop teasing." You beg.
"Alright babygirl." He smiles as he drops back between your thighs, this time licking a slow stripe up the center of your heat. He groans at the taste while you moan, running your fingers into his hair. His lips find your clit while one of his fingers dives into your heat, causing you to groan and tug on his locks. His tongue flicks the small bud back and forth while he adds another finger to his ministrations, stretching you further. He groans as your hands tighten in his hair, his fingers hitting a certain spot deep inside your walls that has the knot in your stomach tightening.
"Ah! Mark!" You groan out. He releases your clit with a pop, glancing up at you.
"You gonna cum for me princess?" He rasps out. All you could do is nod as he feels your walls tighten on his fingers. He dives back in to suck harshly at your clit, his fingers picking up the pace, desperate to have you falling over the edge. A certain harsh thrust to the spongy spot inside has the knot inside you burst, coming undone on his fingers. Mark works you through your high, letting his tongue drop down to lick you clean before pulling away and sucking your juices off of his fingers. He glances up at you and takes in your breathless, fucked out expression. He leans over you, leaning down to capture your lips with his own. Your hands make their way to his sweats, pushing the band down to take him out. He grabs your wrist before whispering, "Another time. I need you, now."
He stands up, stripping out of his sweats and boxers. He climbs over you before dropping a kiss to your lips. With one hand braced by your head, he uses the other to guide himself to your entrance. Pausing momentarily, he teases you with the head, tapping it on your clit a couple of times, causing you to whimper. Finally, he eases himself inside you, a moan escaping both of your lips.
"Jesus." He groans, bottoming out and stilling to let you adjust to his size. He leans down, weight on his forearms as he laces his fingers with yours, kissing you. After a moment, you break the mini makeout session.
"Move." You whisper to him, reattaching your lips to his. He pulls out almost entirely before pushing himself in, starting at a slower pace. He trails his lips to your jaw as his pace begins to fasten, his hands releasing yours to prop himself us. He glances down to where your hips meet his and groans at the sight, before looking back at you. Your arms reach around him, nails scratching down his back as your legs wrap around him, hips rising to meet his thrusts. With a smirk, Mark slows to almost a halt as he hears you whimper. As you open your mouth to complain, he thrusts roughly into you, hitting the spot that has you seeing stars and moaning even louder. He continues to hit that spot, resuming his pace, the knot in your stomach tightening quickly.
"Mark," You moan out, "-m close." You groan, walls clenching as if proving your statement.
"Me too." He groans out, hand dropping in between you for his fingers to rub messy figure eights against your clit. Your walls tightening even further. "God, I love you." He groans as his lips find yours, messily.
"Love you." You mumble, a moan following as you cum, walls tightening even further around him. His thrusts get sloppy as he follows after you, continuing to bring you through your highs, lips pressing gentle kisses against your throat.
Mark collapses against you, relaxing as you both catch your breath. You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses across your chest. Suddenly, he bursts out laughing, surprising you.
"What's so funny?" You question.
"We really are idiots." He admits. "We've loved each other for years and now just figured it out, yet we know each other better than anyone. What kind of logic is that?" He laughs, adorably, looking up at you.
"Yeah well I did slip you my number, you're the one who never asked me out after that." You smirk.
"HA! I knew you put it in there!" He says, excitedly, causing you to giggle. He leans up and gently pecks you as he slides out, causing you to hiss. He slips on boxers and disappears into his bathroom and returns with a warm rag as he begins to clean you up. He grabs you one of his shirts and underwear for you to slip into. He tosses the rag into the laundry, turns off the light, and climbs behind you. He holds you against him as he pulls the covers over you both.
"Y/N?" He whispers into the dark.
"Hmm?"
"I love you." He declares for the second time tonight.
"I love you too Mark." You admit, rolling over to lay on his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist.
"Be mine." He looks at you lovingly.
"I already was." You whisper, leaning up to press a goodnight kiss to his lips. He smiles as you settle back down into his side, sleep soon taking over your features. Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he closes his eyes. Minutes later, sleep takes over him as his mind is filled with the new possibilities of your Friday nights.
