The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.
"You're not going."
"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"
"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."
"Steve-"
"And if you throw up in my car-"
"Oh my God-"
"I'll kill you."
Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.
"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.
He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.
"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.
"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.
"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.
He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.
(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)
"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.
"You baited me into it."
"I did no such thing."
Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"
Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."
"Sorry dude."
"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."
Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.
"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"
"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."
"All I'm saying-"
"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."
Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.
"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.
"Five more minutes," Anna tries.
"Nope. Clean up and roll out."
"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.
"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"
Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"
"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"
Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.
"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."
Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.
Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.
But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.
Success by all metrics, really.
Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.
They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.
He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.
The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.
At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:
Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.
-Eddie
Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-
Hang on.
He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-
No way. No way in hell.
It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-
"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.
Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.
Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.
"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."
Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.
"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."
Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.
"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"
Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.
"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."
At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.
Because what the fuck is happening right now?
His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.
Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.
Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.
When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.
"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.
"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.
The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.
And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.
Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.
Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.
Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.
He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.
Sweet Jesus.
"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"
The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.
Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.
Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"
"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"
"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.
"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."
"How do you even-"
"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"
Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.
"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."
"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."
"Well, I have it now."
"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.
"He left me his number on the seat."
"Text him."
"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."
"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."
Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."
"Have you looked at him?"
"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."
"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."
"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.
"Text-"
Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"
"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.
"I bought them."
She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."
Steve stares. She stares right back.
He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.
With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:
I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.
He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.
Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?
Part 3!!
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+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
pairing: mark x virginfem!reader
synopsis: you and mark know each other since middle school, but you always thought of him as a loser and he hated you for that. one day you meet again as college students, but mark is and looks completely differently which gets you confused until you realize you're head over heels for him.
genres: smut (!), enemies to lovers
warnings: fem!reader wears revealing clothes, mark is kinda bad here (at least his point of view to some topics), he smokes, unprotected sex (BUT YOU PROTECT. PLEASE. ALWAYS!), toxic kinda relationship, vulgar language
mark and you have known each other since you were fresh teens. he is and was always too aware of your beauty and attractiveness. he knows exactly how you can light up the room when you smile. that radiant smile of yours... mark also knows how much you love lemon cake, and has noticed your sadness when someone is treated unfairly.
but beyond that, and he is all too aware of this, he has intensely studied your body. he has attentively observed how your juicy butt sway sensually when you did rope jumping in front of him in gym class. or how seductive your cleavage always looks when you bend over to get a notebook from your bag.
were you a girl that all the boys in school dreamed of? definetely.
were you a girl that mark dreamed of as a love interest? not exactly.
despite all these enticing observations, mark could never really stand you. your mothers were good friends, and you were neighbors since childhood, meaning you have actually known each other forever.
but you never truly paid him any attention. no matter how friendly he was to you, you were mostly reserved in his presence. a friendly smile was the most you would give. and even worse, at school, you acted as if you didn't know each other at all, although you practically grew up together. you treated him as if he were invisible.
instead, you gave your attention to the 'hotter' and 'more popular' boys in your class or school. at least, that was marks perception. with them, you act entirely different than you would be with him. you were popular, had excellent grades, and got on well with everyone, but never gave mark a bit of your attention. more than enough reasons, why he hated you!
after graduation, family lee, decided to move to another city which was 25 miles away from your house. for them, it was professionally advantageous, as mrs. lee had found a more promising position in her field, and mark became the opportunity to go to the university he had desired.
it was a mild summer evening when you went down the stairs to the living room and found that your mother was not there. you looked out the window and saw your mother talking to mrs. lee, while mark was loading suitcases into his car. then it struck you like a bolt of lightning: mrs. lee said goodbye to your mother for good.
you rushed to the porch to join the farewell. 'i am terribly sorry, mrs. lee. i completely forgot that you were leaving tonight,' you explained with a concerned smile.
mrs. lee smiled broadly. 'no problem, dear. we're still here,' she reassured you. you hugged her warmly, while mark only received a blunt 'take care, mark' from a distance from you. you didn't even look to his direction properly.
'what a...', mark thought, and hurried to the driver's seat of his car, before he could think about it for too long.
to him, you were just a... well, a 'bitch', a 'hoe' whatever. one who sought the attention of boys, who hung around and slept with the biggest idiots of the school.
he didn't deny that he found you beautiful and attractive, but you were and would never be more valuable to him.
the only thing that connected you both was your mothers. apart from that, you were fundamentally different as individuals.
he came from an educated, wealthy household, while you in your childhood hoped that your mother had enough money to visit an amusement park next month.
thanks to your mother's promotion at her job, you reached a turning point in your life. just before high school, everything changed for you both. you moved to a new area, bought a house, your mother had a successful career, you did super well in school, and now you live happily together.
mark couldn't help but feel a deep aversion to the indifference you had shown him, an ignorance that offended his ego and challenged his pride at the same time.
he sat in the driver's seat of his car and waited for his mother. he allowed himself a glance in the rearview mirror to watch you. despite his hatred, he found it difficult to resist your seductive aura.
he saw the way your hair fell playfully around your shoulders every time you tilted your head, the slight sparkle in your eyes that remained alive even in your absence, the way your smile warmed the surrounding atmosphere, the way your breasts moved slightly up and down every time you made short jumps of excitement, the way your waist line was in perfect proportion to your wide, defined hips.
the view of you was torture for him because, for the young man, you were something he deeply desired but loathed on principle.
as mark's mother got into the car, he started the engine, took one last look at you, and drove away, unaware that your paths would cross again in an unexpected turn.
you never saw mark again after that - which was lucky for you because you actually hated him!
he was the perfect neighbor kid that your mom compared you to. she would always say things like "look, mark got an a in chemistry class, i expect the same from you…" or "mark is such a smart guy, he got his driver's license at his first try…" or "oh, mark is such a sweet child and accompanies her mom to church every sunday… you should take an example of him."
an example from the boring, loser boy… yeah, sure, mum.
she was only obsessed with mark because he was her bestie's boy. otherwise, he wouldn't have been an issue in your family at all and you would surely have had your peace of mind.
so good for you that the alleged perfect boy, who in reality was nothing but a boring, unattractive loser, finally disappeared from your neighborhood.
let's switch to today, 5 years later, a lot has changed in your life over the past few years.
you are about to graduate from university with a degree in bioengineering and are just a few steps away from moving to a big city, you have been dreaming of since forever, and starting a new, free, independent life.
unfortunately, for your liking, this small, dull town limited your opportunities and potential to do more with your life.
a big city should change this obstacle.
so your dream was to rent a cute little apartment, find a job with excellent pay, meet the love of your life, and start a family.
you were a romantic at heart. even if it was hard to believe from the outside because everyone rather thought of you as a hoe - which you were completely aware of.
but you were also a girl, who believed in true love and the magic of starting your own family.
sadly, you haven't had much luck in your love life so far because most of the male species in your life only wanted to fuck your body.
accordingly, there was no suitable male with whom you could experience your first, real relationship. there was also no one with whom you could experience your first time in bed, which you wanted it to be special.
yep. surprise, surprise! the super-hot girl with the super-hot, sex-appealing figure from school was actually something between a virgin and a celibate!
of course nobody knew.. you were outstanding at making out, not shy to let your breasts get sucked or eagerly suck their dick, so nobody really questioned it.
whenever it was close for the male to stick his dick into you, you always offered them to give a blow-job and do it for real the next time. somehow, it always worked.
but you wanted to lose your virginity status before leaving this city forever. only, to make a good memory and as a form of farewell to your old life in this city.
sometimes, you fantasize about meeting your future partner. he would probably be a manly man with a lot of charisma who can make you happy, protect, and satisfy you.
but that was all fantasy at first.
today you were invited to a house party thrown by the super-hot fellow student johnny.
you knew he was ready to fuck you whenever or wherever. you could tell from his eyes and his countless boners whenever you two studied together - or johnny tried to study when he wasn't busy staring at your boobs.
you could literally run him around on your finger because of that.
and this kinda behavior was undoubtedly what put you off from having sex. as soon as you sensed that a man was an easy target, drooling over you, you lost interest and the desire to jump into bed with them.
at the party, you and johnny were sitting in the small kitchen of his parents' house. you're wearing a short, tight, black miniskirt that showed off your thighs and embraced your juicy butt. a matching tank top that slightly revealed your stomach and breasts, and over that you've put on a black bomber jacket.
he talked your ear off for 15 minutes about his plans for the future, how he's going to work in his father's company in a high position of responsibility and earn a lot of money.
by contrast, you have been mentally planning your excuse to head home. this party has been a complete waste of your time.
completely dazed by your thoughts, all the noise from the music, the conversations of the guests and the diffuse atmosphere in the room, you only realized now that you could feel johnny's breath on your neck.
which was a sign for you to instinctively step back. you took a look at him and noticed his lustful eyes. whatever mood he was on, you could unfortunately not feel it.
you smiled briefly and politely excused yourself to the living room. johnny is definitely not going to be the planned candidate to take away your virginity status.
as soon as you entered the living room, the music got louder, also the volume of the conversations as well as the physical distance of the guests got even more intense.
you sighed and cast a quick glance around the room to find a good place to relax.
all of a sudden, your gaze lingered on the far corner of the room as you recognized the familiar face of someone you thought you had long buried away.
sitting on the couch, was none other than the old shadowless boy next door, mark lee. he was sitting in a group of three students together, laughing heartily and clearly having fun.
you recognized the two students in front of him, jeno and yuta from your uni. but who was the girl right next to him?
unanticipated, in the middle of the living room among the crowd of students having fun, you stood frozen on the same spot, trying to both identify the girl and understand what mark was doing at this party.
was he even the same mark you once knew?
he looked so… different, which, to your surprise, certainly did something to you.
suddenly, you were oblivious to all the noise in the house and felt like you were submerged underwater.
your perception became numb, and you could only perceive mark clearly. without being able to logically understand why his presence had caused such a shock state in your mind and body.
mark was sitting too close to the girl, their knees were touching and she was clutching his arm. was she his girlfriend?
apart from her, mark was the one who excited you with his whole new aura: his hair, his masculine jaw line, his physique, his moving… nothing resembled the shady old boy from your neighborhood anymore.
he looked so damn attractive and appealing to your eyes.
you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't recognize johnny's presence behind you until it was too late. he had long since grabbed your hips and stroked his member lightly on your body.
when he noticed how motionless you were, he followed your gaze and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "mark lee?" he murmured.
you looked up at him in surprise? how the hell did johnny suh know mark lee?
johnny was a hugely popular student at your university. he came from the ivy league, was mega sporty and worked as a model on the side.
while mark, was a mama's boy who mostly stayed in the background, listened well to his parents, joined the church choir and lived by the rules.
what timeline were they living in that their paths would cross?
the equation just didn't add up in your head.
he turned away from you with a beaming, happy face and staggered slightly in mark's direction, affected by the amount of alcohol he had consumed.
johnny willingly goes over to talk to him and leaves you behind?!
"mark lee, what's up, man?" he shouted gleefully. mark's face also brightened when he saw johnny. "yo, johnny, dude, what's up?" he returned his greeting and held out his fist.
the two exchanged brief words until johnny turned around, presumably looking after you in the crowd.
you proactively made your way over without letting him look for you any longer.
johnny immediately put his hand on your hip when he noticed you next to him. you glanced at mark, who looked rather preoccupied with the female companion next to him, to even notice your presence.
"he-heeeey, y/n!" yuta shouted, getting up to hug you.
the sound of your name finally woke mark up, causing him to look up at you in amazement and confusion.
yuta quickly got a chair for you and johnny so that you could sit down. he positioned your chair as close to him as possible.
you thanked him with a smile, sank into the chair, and crossed your legs, which made your miniskirt go a little higher.
mark studied you thoroughly with his black eyes. from top to bottom. his eyes slowly traveled from your neck, to your breasts, to your stomach, to your legs and finally to your feet. he completely took you in with his eyes.
you couldn't understand why, but you liked the attention he showed you. it gave pleasant butterflies in your stomach.
as soon as he realized that you had caught him in his act, he averted his gaze and took a sip from his glass, which you found amusing.
the girl next to him clung to him tighter, when she noticed his eyes were glued on you.
the whole night you were being hit on by yuta, jeno and johnny. you had all their attention except for mark. the one you were most interested in at the moment.
his little attention, in the beginning, was all he could give to you because he didn't even glance at you for a moment afterward.
instead, he was busy making out with the girl next to him for the whole night.
eventually, the night ended without anything special happening.
johnny and yuta fought with each other to walk you home, but you insisted on driving home alone and were glad that they didn't insist any longer.
on your way back home, you couldn't help but think about mark.
was he always so attractive and you were too blind to recognize it or did he go through a second puberty?
either way, you couldn't get his dark eyes out of your head, the way he looked at you, the way his lips curled into a heart-melting smile, whenever he told something, the veins in his arms whenever he clutched his glass and his pointed jawline.
and the way his mouth moved sensually as he kissed the girl next to him. god… you wondered how his lips would feel if you kissed him... your cheeks heated up at the thought.
holy crap, who would have thought that the nice, silent kid from your neighborhood, would make your insides shake like crazy?
is uni even uni if you don't have to attend a zoom meeting for the smallest occasions?
presently, you were preparing to attend a zoom meeting to meet the team for your research internship.
it was the last practical part of your master's degree program before graduation.
you were informed that it was a small working group in microbial and molecular transformation. in about five minutes, you were about to meet your internship supervisor and other colleagues.
so after straightening your hair and applying make-up, you opened your laptop and clicked on the zoom link provided.
a few seconds later, the counselor's contact window appeared. you smiled politely and looked up to the small screens to see how many people were present.
along with the tutor, there were three other people present: someone named alex, someone named giselle and someone named mark.
when you read the name, you immediately thought of a certain person, but quickly put the thought out of your mind because it would be impossible for him to be-
suddenly, the student's video window took on texture and color, causing you to almost lose your breath when you realized that it was indeed the mark you had in mind.
he was wearing a black beanie, glasses, a white shirt, and an olive green jacket. even in this state, inexplicably, he managed to raise your pulse.
throughout the meeting, you occasionally glanced at his screen to check him out. most of the time he was attentive, bending his head to probably do something on his phone, and when he spoke, he spoke so confidently and sympathetically that it warmed your heart.
he exuded a cool, confident, personable demeanor that you wouldn't associate with him before. mainly, he shared his thoughts about the project, they were working on.
as soon as it was your turn to introduce yourself, you noticed that he switched to a poker face, while everyone else was patiently listening to you, and he even reached for his cell phone while you were still talking. kinda rude… was he ignoring you on purpose?
despite his uncertain behavior, you tried to be not intimidated and delivered a confident introduction to the team.
you wished he had shown you more attention, but that wouldn't have been possible via zoom anyway.
two days later, the first day of your internship had arrived. on a sunny day, you walked from the university parking lot to the research building with zero expectations in your mind.. you would be glad to just finish this internship and graduate soon.
you were wearing a gray, thin, knitted sweater with long sleeves and a wide, square neckline that slightly exposed your shoulders and showed your bra strap. the sweater was cut short and ended above your waist, revealing part of your stomach. to match, you were wearing a pair of black jeans with a high waist, tight fit and a hemline just above your belly button.
as you approached the building, in front, you noticed a male figure smoking. the closer you got, the more you could identify him as being mark.
wow, who would've thought, it would be that easy to see him here.
he was wearing a casual, long-sleeved shirt with a checkered pattern of dark and light blue tones and dark blue jeans that emphasized his casual look.
you immediately recognized his dark, expressive eyes and the way his facial muscles contracted whenever he pulled on the tilt of his cigarette.
the younger y/n would've never have guessed that mark would smoke someday...
he seemed to continue his game of ignoring you, never turning his head in your direction and trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible.
while you, in contrast, looked straight at him as clearly as possible as you almost reached the door.
you two were standing in a line as you held out your arm to open the door. you leaned back to pull the heavy door, but your movements were slow since you were hoping he'd give you a small glance in this small encounter.
he took one last drag from his cigarette and briefly glanced over at you before throwing it on the floor and extinguishing it with his right foot.
you were already in the building and couldn't help, but smile at the small, insignificant interaction. the tension between you two was starting to appear slowly, but you were 100% sure, that he was deliberately ignoring you.
as you walked down the long hallway to find the office where you were supposed to arrive, you heard footsteps behind you, coming closer and closer.
you stopped in front of room "c9" and checked your cell phone again before knocking in, to make sure you were in the right place.
the document you had saved on your phone, took ages to open, but then suddenly you noticed a figure in front of you, who tried to unlock the door.
mark.
"you're here for the internship, right?" you hear him say without looking at you.
"um, yes, exactly," you answer.
he opened the office door, and you followed him, although he did not properly invite you in. inside the office, there was no one else besides you two. you found a table, that seemed to be free and put your bag down.
"we've come to the conclusion that you work in alex' team. just like me. giselle is pretty closely involved in three projects this semester, so she can't make time to supervise you. that's why we're taking on this task," he explained to you as he booted up his computer without looking at you.
you simply nodded and sat there uncomfortably. one thing for sure, he had certainly managed to make you uncomfortable. great!
to break the strange silence in the room, you asked if alex was also working in the room. unfortunately, mark just nodded and hummed.
he only opened his mouth, when he had something to say, that was necessarily work-related; like when he e-mailed your weekly tasks.
for the next 40 minutes, silence captured the office, while you two were working.
mark looked pretty focused. a little too focused for your liking.
unfortunately, you, on the other side, could do anything, but focus on your work.
not, when his appearance was enough to distract you. at the same time, several question marks formed in your head as to why he was ignoring you so blatantly. he acted as if you two were strangers, or as if he would hate you. it made no sense, why he would think like that.
if he didn't recognize you from the past, he should at least be friendly to a supposed stranger.
while you were busy with these thoughts, suddenly, the door opened wide. "shit, traffic jam!", alex entered the room. you turned around and gave him a smile. mark didn't even move from his position.
when alex recognized you, he smiled widely. "aaah, the new intern. hello, i'm alex." he held out his hand. you stood up and shook his hand, smiling as you introduced yourself.
"it's a pleasure," he looked at you longer than allowed with a grin and squeezed your hand lightly.
of course you were aware of this annoying gesture, looked like, unwillingly you caught another guys' attention.
there was no progress between you and mark all day. he worked like a workaholic on his computer, while alex occasionally got up and leaned over your shoulder to "help" you with your tasks.
after a while, alex disappeared upstairs to attend another meeting, leaving you and mark alone in the office again.
mark got up and walked to the bookshelf. you took the situation as an opportunity and followed him. when he turned around, you had already blocked him; standing in his way.
"why are you ignoring me?" you asked directly. mark looked surprised. "excuse me?" he mumbled.
"you. you're ignoring me. there is no way, you didn't recognize me. we know each other from the past. from school. you act as if you don't know me," you cleared out, crossing your arms.
mark slowly lowered his gaze to your arms. you could see that he was clenching his jaw and deliberating.
"but i have to admit…" you suddenly exclaimed, causing mark to look at you again.
"that even i had difficulties recognizing you. you look different." you said quietly and moved a step closer. "fairly different." you looked into his eyes with a smile.
mark paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. "well, that's usually what time does. some change for the better, while some…" he said with a dry undertone.
you raised your eyebrows while you waited for him to finish his sentence. you didn't remember that his voice was so attractive.
mark decided not to finish his thought and looked directly at you. "um, it doesn't really matter. you really should-"
"do you have a girlfriend?"
the question left your mouth without a warning. you had become so lost in his eyes, captivated by his masculine energy and enveloped by the subtle scent of his perfume, that you just had to ask.
mark seemed visibly shocked by your sudden question. his eyes widened for a moment before he caught himself.
"a girl..friend?" he repeated as if he needed to process your words first.
then he sighed. a looong, deep sigh. "why the hell should you care?"
you noticed how his words made the air between you crackle even more. his natural reaction, so surprising and genuine, only drew you closer to his aura.
so you leaned forward a little, your eyes fixed on his, and with a whisper, you said: "because i need to know if there is someone i need to compete with. or if i'm the only one who has the privilege of making you nervous like this."
your words were challenging. you were standing very close to him, close enough to feel his breath. close enough to smell his smoked cigar.
mark only looked at you and raised his eyebrows, visibly confused and at the same time challenged by your directness.
he took a step back to create some distance between you two. his gaze became penetrating, almost cutting.
"competitor? privilege?" his voice was cool, almost sharp. "you still think the universe revolves around you, don't you?"
you could feel how his words triggered a mixture of attraction and repulsion in you. you've never experienced this feeling with a man before.
"you're wrong, y/n" it was the first time you heard your name coming out of his mouth, and you loved it.
mark took a deep breath. "it's the other guys who fall at your feet. that… that's definitely not me," he said sharply.
you couldn't help but smile, fascinated by his determination.
your eyes sparkle with curiosity as you lean forward. "oh yeah? then, who are you, mark? tell me how 'different' you are from others." your voice was flirty and playful.
"i saw exactly how you looked at me at the party."
mark gulped visibly, as if he was preparing himself, to give you an answer. but you could notice, that you made him slightly nervous with your remark.
for a moment there was an intense silence in which you looked deeply into each other's eyes.
just as the tension became almost palpable, the door opened with a loud squeak.
alex re-entered the room, completely unaware of what happened of your interaction. "so, back to the cave! y/n, how's the text going?"
his cheerful voice broke the silence, and brought you and mark back to the present.
mark took a step forward, his eyes leaving yours as he marched back to his table.
you turned around, a smile on your lips. "i'm coming!" you shouted.
the next three weeks were unspectacular. mostly, mark focused on his work the whole time and alex never let you do your work alone, because you'd need "supervision", which made it difficult for you, to interact with mark again.
one day you walked back into the building again while you were reading the message in the workgroup that alex had sent.
he would not be present today because he was sick. when you read the message, your heart soared, impatient to see mark in the office.
you walked down the corridor to the office while he ran towards you.
he seemed to be leaving the office. but when he saw you, he left the door wide open. you looked at him questioningly, while he gestured that he was going out for a smoke.
another good thing about the office was, apart from the fact that mark worked here, that it allowed a view of the smoking area.
mark was leaning casually against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. he was wearing black jeans and a white, casual shirt. so basic, but so hot at the same time.
he took a slow drag on his cigarette, and every time he exhaled, the smoke formed a little side haze in front of his face. you watched the whole scene as if it were playing out in slow motion in front of you.
mark occasionally brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his thumb, showed a small frown when he was thinking, or occasionally looked off into the distance as if lost in his thoughts.
you positioned your chin in your hand, while the thought germinated in your mind that there was much more behind mark's tough façade than you had seen so far. his calm, almost thoughtful manner as he stood there had an almost magnetic effect on you.
you wanted to find out what was going on in his head, what he was feeling…
when mark had finished his cigarette, he threw it on the floor and stubbed it out. he turned around and noticed through the window that you had been watching him.
your eyes met for a moment, your heart skipped a beat.
mark broke the eye contact with a neutral look and made his way to the office.
your internship would end in 5 weeks and it was not clear whether you would still meet mark afterwards or whether alex would give you the space to be alone again in those 5 weeks.
so today was crucial. you thought about how you could get closer to him and an idea came to you.
you walked to the nearest café and bought some light food for lunch. you planned to have lunch with mark at the office and hoped to make some progress.
the murmur in the hallway revealed that the other people were making their way to the cafeteria. you glanced at mark, who also seemed intent on eating in the cafeteria.
before he got up, you intervened. "wait, how about we have lunch here?"
mark, just about to put on his jacket, pauses when he hears your suggestion. his gaze wanders indecisively from you to the door and back again.
at that moment, you take a few packets out of your bag and spread them out on the small table at the back of the office.
"i got sandwiches and salad," you say with a smile and raise your eyebrows innocently.
"it's not a proper lunch, but it's better than what's served in the canteen. besides, it's quieter here."
you watch mark closely and notice how his gaze briefly falls on the food.
he's still hesitant. he doesn't think it's a bad idea in itself, but eating alone with you was pretty risky.
"come on, mark. it's not like i'm going to bite you,"
unless you ask me to…
mark looks at you hard for a moment before sighing and finally nodding. "alright, but for your information, i'm not a big fan of sandwiches."
you smile triumphantly and point to the chair opposite. "sit down, i promise it won't be that bad."
no wonder why people say, that the unique opportunity we seek lies within ourselves. and the opportunity you were seeking was to be alone with mark, who should of course would be working.
the break lasted 45 minutes in total. a period of time that was crucial to your success.
you rolled up your sleeves to get a sandwich out of the bag. you wore a long-sleeved, slightly see-through, figure-hugging white top with a u-neckline that slightly exposed your shoulders. you wore a classic pair of blue jeans in a five-pocket style that emphasized your hips.
you sat next to each other and ate your sandwiches.
your happy face could hardly hide the fact that you had this rare opportunity to eat alone with mark.
you sneaked glances at him as he ate his sandwich and noticed the way he occasionally furrowed his eyebrows whenever he took a bite of the sandwich.
"did you actually move back to the neighborhood after you… well, moved away with your mom?" you asked cautiously, hoping to learn a little more about him.
mark, who had just taken a bite of his sandwich, paused.
his gaze hardens and he slowly puts his sandwich down. "y/n, i really appreciate the food and the silence," he says in an almost cool voice. "please don't let us cross the personal line."
you feel a slight disappointment rising inside you, sigh, but don't let it discourage you.
the two of you continued your lunch in silent suspense.
suddenly marks cell phone vibrates on the table. he hesitates for a moment as he looks at the display before picking it up.
"yes, i'm listening," his posture changes as he listens, he straightens up and his voice sounds business-like.
you can't help but get curious. it was a female voice.
you listen to the female voice on the other end of the line, sounding lively and friendly. was she possibly the girl from the party?
you watch closely as mark speaks to her.
his facial expression remains neutral, but his eyes reveal a certain familiarity with the person on the other end.
your curiosity about what the girl on the other end was talking about was driving you crazy.
you unconsciously moved closer to mark, awkwardly stirring the cup between you.
a small push of your elbow was enough to send the contents spilling across the table.
"damn it!" you exclaimed quietly as you hurriedly got up to clean up the mess.
mark, still on the phone, looked briefly irritated, but then concentrated on the conversation again.
you rushed to the shelf in the corner of the office to get some tissues while keeping the convo in your ear.
"yeah, yeah, i know… that's important to me too," you heard him say. his voice sounded softer. he hadn't spoken to you in this tone before.
this personal note in his tone made you falter for a moment. why can't he treat me like this?
you shook off your thoughts and returned to the table with your handkerchiefs, trying to hide your curiosity. "sorry about the mess," you mumbled as you leaned forward to wipe up the spilled liquid.
mark put the phone aside and replied curtly, "no problem".
you wiped the table without a care in the world until you realized that mark had been watching you the whole time. his eyes were particularly focused on your boobs swinging back and forth, as you wiped the surface of the table. you acted hastily beforehand, instinctively, unaware that your cleavage would display your boobs right in front of mark.
his sudden affection for you made you embarrassed and your cheeks flushed.
mark, realizing he'd been caught, cleared his throat and quickly returned his gaze to the sandwich in front of him.
at the same time, you couldn't help but grin as you threw the handkerchief into the garbage can and sat back down in your chair.
mark, on the other hand, was now visibly nervous and tense. he knew that you had noticed his looks and his interest.
you awkwardly put your drink away and tried to start a conversation to bridge the awkward silence.
"you know, when i was little, i was so obsessed with donuts that i-"
"you wanted your father to own a donut factory," he interrupted you.
you were visibly shocked that he remembered such a trivial detail. "how do you know that?" you asked, your eyes wide with surprise.
"you told me about it in 8th grade when we were supposed to talk about our childhood wishes," he replied casually, as if it was common knowledge.
you could hardly believe that mark had never forgotten such a banal piece of information about you. it showed how attentive he must have been to you even back then.
he didn't look at you properly until now because he was still embarrassed by his double exposure earlier.
"um… the phone call was just work, by the way," he stammered, obviously trying to change the subject.
you were still a little shocked and needed a moment to understand what he was alluding to. then you remembered the phone call and Mark's glances at your breasts.
you giggled softly at his frantic attempts to cover up his actions. "sure, just work," you replied.
mark sighed and looked directly at you. he continued to try to lighten the atmosphere and asked if you needed help with your chores.
you were nibbling on your jam sandwich and couldn't help but laugh. "do you really need an excuse to suppress your supposed 'crime', mark?" you asked directly and slightly defiantly.
mark, caught off guard by your directness, watched you for a moment.
he remembered how beautiful he always thought your smile was back then, because your eyes always lit up like the first ray of sunshine of the day when you laughed.
"thanks, but i'll be fine. i'll come to you if i need help," you said, biting into your sandwich again.
then you looked directly at him. "but i have to admit, i'm impressed by how productive you are. so focused… and you look pretty hot too," you added with a fleeting smile.
in truth, mark's productivity masked his desire for you. he was afraid that you might hurt him if you rejected him. he was afraid of himself, that he might get stupid ideas if he looked at you or even talked to you.
everything about you was reason enough to excite all his cells and organs in his body.
your presence was a fulfillment of his deepest, hidden desires and a painful agony at the same time.
mark felt his pulse slowly rising. he studied you more closely for a moment.
for little mark, it was nothing more than a dream that you were sitting next to him so openly and complimenting him.
he saw how your long, slightly wavy hair fell over your shoulders and lightly touched your breasts at the tips, how you looked at him with smiling eyes, how your whole body was focused on him.
he slowly lowered his gaze and noticed that he could see through your shirt, your bra and how your nipples were slightly visible through the surface of your shirt. it wasn't directly visible, but if you looked long enough you could see them.
you didn't even notice that mark was about to eye-fuck you because you were too engrossed in your story.
then mark looked at your face again, and he noticed the little jam mark on the corner of your lips. he thought you had left it there on purpose so he would notice it.
a sigh escaped him. "are you doing this on purpose?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
you were completely unaware of the jam stain, looking at him with an innocent expression. "what do you mean?"
mark pointed slightly at his own lip to show you the stain. "that jam stain there. it kind of makes you…" he breaks off, searching for the right words, while you searched in vain for the stain with your fingers.
if that's not one of her tricks to seduce a man…
mark thought to himself. but you were really clueless as to what he meant by the stain.
mark looked slightly annoyed and suddenly extended his finger to remove the stain from your lip.
his gesture took you completely by surprise and your eyes widened in astonishment as you stared at him.
mark wiped the stain with his thumb and noticed the way you looked at him.
the two of you were locked in an intense eye contact as mark's thumb still lingered gently on the corner of your lip. his eyes darkened as you felt a sudden electricity in your body.
he gently moved his fingers over your lips while his gaze was anchored on them.
you felt the warmth of his skin and a tingling sensation spread through your body.
your next move was completely instinct-driven, quite risky.
without thinking twice, you slowly opened your lips and took mark's thumb fully into your mouth, all the while gazing longingly into his eyes.
you remembered your plan, your desire for him… your growing arousal progressed.
you firmly held his hand tightly to keep his thumb in your mouth and licked and sucked on it.
if he would be willing and would allow, you were ready to suck his dick on the spot.
marks breath became heavier and his throat dried by the view of you.
he tried to suppress his inner turmoil, but the sudden intimacy of yours obviously threw him off balance.
the intimate air in the office was broken by the surprising sound of the door suddenly opening.
a young, beautiful girl stood in the doorway, looking for mark.
mark jerked his thumb back as you moved away from him, startled and embarrassed.
the girl stood confused at the doorway, staring alternately at mark and you.
mark cleared his throat and quickly rose from his chair. "yo…, hey," he stammered, clearly trying to control the situation.
"i was just on my way out. what's up?" he asked as he approached the girl and closed the door behind him.
you were left alone in the office, still caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, and you couldn't help but smile. your heart was beating fast with excitement and the adrenaline triggered by the unexpected closeness with mark.
you rushed to the window to get some fresh air, breathing heavily.
mark was outside the room, visibly trying to collect himself. he unobtrusively rubbed his thumb over his pants to dry it. his usually controlled façade towards you had been shaken for a moment.
the girl was explaining something to him, but he found it challenging to follow her because his thoughts were still on you.
the next day was really weird. you and mark tried hard to act as "normal" as possible and forget what happened yesterday.
"what's this all of a sudden?!" you exclaimed with a furrowed brow as you stared at your monitor.
the internet connection had broken, leaving you without access to the browser or the faculty's network drive.
since alex was off sick again, you looked to mark, who continued to work undisturbed by your outburst.
you tried to solve the problem yourself but realized after about 10 minutes that you had to run to the it service.
with a sigh, you grabbed your bag and left the office without telling mark; he would ignore you anyway.
luckily, you didn't have to wait long at the it service, and your issue was quickly resolved.
on your way back to the building, you saw mark leaving the building.
as he saw you coming, he gestured for you to follow him. you looked at him questioningly but walked in his direction at the same time.
"how about we call it a day and grab some food together?" he asked casually, squinting his eyes blinded by the sunlight.
his offer sounded definitely appealing. without questioning, you agreed with a "sure." you wanted to say that you needed to grab your stuff but noticed that mark was already holding it and handed it to you.
his kind gesture touched you. where did the guy go who ignored you all day??
when mark made this offer, you didn't imagine that you'd be eating burgers from a drive-thru in his car.
he had parked his car in a nice park's parking lot and started unwrapping his burger. you also took your burger in hand and handed him his fries.
this move made him recoil as if he was startled by you.
you looked at him for a few seconds.
"sorry, and yeah, thanks," he cleared his throat and placed his fries on his lap.
"what was that about? don't worry, i'm not going to stick my finger in your mouth," you remarked slightly offended and bit into your burger.
mark furrowed his brow "what are you talking about? i did not assume, that-" he tried to defend himself.
"judging by your behavior, you were obviously nervous that i might do exactly that," you continued to argue.
he shook his head and changed his sitting position so he could better look out his window.
you wondered why he had invited you to eat in the car if he was afraid to get closer. or, was that exactly the plan? no wonder his first thought was to recoil when you handed him his fries.
"you want me to get closer, don't you?" you asked softly.
"yea, you want us to get closer. that's why you invited me into your car. right?" you looked sideways at him, with a proud smile that you had seen through him.
mark chewed on his burger and shook his head slightly "it seems like you're the one who's hoping for that," he noted clearly.
"is that wrong?"
"what?"
"that i'm hoping for it."
"do you?"
"yes"
mark looked at you blankly. he looked as if he was solving a very difficult math problem in his mind.
"y/n, as a woman, you should be careful and not talk this way with a man. it can end very dangerously," he warned you.
you smirked, "but i'm talking to you."
"still. you're a woman."
now you were the one giving him a puzzled look, "what does that mean? just because i'm a woman, i can't have sexual needs? how old are you, mark? 80?"
"that's not what i'm saying. it's just that you're very attractive and very... dangerous... for me," he noted hesitantly. "...and very attention-grabbing for all other men."
you listened to him attentively, "does that make you jealous? or insecure?" you asked him.
mark sighed loudly, "it makes me uncomfortable... that's why...um... i wanted to eat with you in the car."
his remark made you laugh, while he looked at you as if you had gone crazy, "oh, mark, you're just so sweet. have you ever thought that you might be projecting your own desires onto others?"
"what do you mean?"
"aren't you the one who's mentally fucking me all the time and not the other men? isn't that what you want? just say it if that's the case. look, i'm being honest with you: i want your dick."
mark's eyes widened, he started to blush and protested loudly "wtf, y/n, i said, you, as a woman-"
"oh, stop being mean, mark. i know what i want as a woman. the question is, are you as a man ready to admit what you want?" you hinted with a flirty tone.
mark swallowed as he looked at you. he glanced briefly at his finger and tried to suppress his smile, "can you also...", he cleared his throat, "take other things in your mouth?", he asked quietly, his gaze shifting between your eyes and your lips.
life was really crazy. the guy you once hated so much was destined to take your virginity, and you only realized this during an internship in your studies.
after about 15 minutes of driving, mark parked in front of an apartment complex and stopped the car.
suddenly, it occurred to you that mark might need to know that you're a virgin. would that scare him off?
mark noticed your inner conflict and asked if everything was okay.
you hesitated for a moment, then looked at him. "it's just... you might want to know that i... am a virgin."
mark stared at you motionlessly for a moment, before he suddenly started to laugh. his reaction left you confused and slightly hurt. "good joke, y/n," he said, reaching for the door handle, ready to get out.
you were confused and grabbed his hand to stop him. "i'm serious. i really am a virgin," you said firmly.
mark turned to you in surprise, his laughter fading. "that's impossible," he replied incredulously, his eyes searching for any sign of a joke in your face.
you looked at him directly, your eyes open and serious. "why would that be impossible?"
mark's gaze didn't leave your face, as if trying to see behind your facade. "because... well, your body is... it's just hard to believe that you're a virgin."
you couldn't help but smile. "that has nothing to do with experience, mark."
mark was still not convinced. "dude, you've literally slept with every popular guy in class."
you couldn't believe your ears and were visibly shocked by his comment. "how the hell did you come up with that?! who am i supposed to have slept with?"
mark looked at you incredulously. "dude, come on... jaehyun? soobin? hyunjin?"
you were just speechless. "yeah, i might have made out with them at most..."
"you literally sucked hyunjin off," he said with a poker face.
"you.., okay, wow, i can't believe i'm having this conversation with you. this is not how i imagined our first time," you were just flabbergasted. first, because those guys were spreading stories about your moments, and second, because mark knew all about it.
"mark, just because i've had those experiences doesn't mean i've actually slept with them. i've never met the right one from whom i could get it," you assured.
"not yet... until...?" mark asked with a grin.
"... until i met you," you smiled.
mark felt around your lower back, grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up. while he took off his own shirt, you unclasped your bra.
your breasts were big and full and your nipples light pink.
mark flattened his palm on your boobs, his broad hand pawing at each of your breasts in turn. you had to bite your lips as he found each of your nipple, tweaking them firmly to bring them to stiff peaks.
your cunt clenched and you couldn't help the way your hips tried and bucked up to chase for some friction.
your body was toned and shapely. mark was always aware of that as he let you slight in his wettest dreams many times in the past.
he felt and squeezed your plump ass.
you tore down his boxers and admired his throbbing cock with a bite on your lower lip.
"are you scared?", mark asked with a shaky voice.
"i'm excited", you whispered.
"naughty girl", mark smirked.
you salivate at the way his foreskin strains against his tip, smeared with precome, which you licked away, making mark moan "oohhHh, yes".
mark pulled his hip back and put his hand tight on the back of your neck as you brought your hands up to stady his cock.
you wrapped your dominant hand around the base of his cock as you braced your other hand on his thigh for balance.
mark pressed you down onto his cock with the hand on the back of your head. you splutter at the sudden intrusion, hollowing your cheeks to stop yourself from gagging.
you looked up through bleary eyes to see his mouth agape, his eyes glassy as he watched his dick disappear into the wet heat of your mouth, "aahHhh, fuck-", he cursed.
you moaned around him as you squeezed the base of his cock, losing yourself to the moment as you bobbed your head up and down his length, "good baby, you're taking it so well, ahHhH", he continued to moan.
while you continued to work your mouth up and down, pulling almost all the way out to lap and suckle at his head. you used the tip of your tongue to toy with his slit and he shuddered, you smiled to yourself before committing to something more.
you relaxed your mouth as much as possible before starting to take him deep in your throat with hard, fast movements. the wet sound of you burying his cock deep in your throat was loud in the otherwise quiet room.
"good girl", he said through gritted teeth as he rocked his hips forward to meet your eager mouth.
you coughed and spluttered around him as he picked up the pace fucking your throat until tears were streaming down your face. mark finally relented as you felt your throat contract, threatening to make you gag.
you gasped for air as he held your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he grinned down at you, "i won't just nut in your mouth and end this", he stated with a smirk, "no chance, baby", he said.
you looked up at him, ashamedly open mouthed as you felt the arousal swirling in your core.
"alright, i'm gonna fuck you softly with my fingers and you're gonna tell me, if it feels good or bad, okay? last thing i want is to give you pain."
"yes", you almost whispered.
after getting you fully naked and putting you onto his bed, mark shoved his fingers into you and groaned deeply when he felt you clench around him on instinct.
fuck, i wished, it was my dick, she was stangling, he thought.
"you okay?", he reassured.
you nodded with a heated face and closed eyes, "keep going."
you shivered as he took in the perfectly shapen lips and letting his middle fingertip just run down your slit, making you shudder at how perfectly he split you just a little so it brushed over your clit, stimulating you ever so lightly through the hood and making you tremble.
"mark", you said and stopped his hand from fucking your pussy. you knew, he could feel that you were already wet enough.
"what's wrong, baby?"
"fuck my ass, please", you bluntly said, blushing a little as you just blurted it out. you didn't want to come this early and you always fantasized mark getting you from behind, so it was the perfect time for that.
"you sure?", mark carefully asked, but you already positioned yourself, getting all on your fours in front of him.
you sank your bank and let your knees slide wider to show yourself off.
"perfect", he smirked at the sight of your plump ass, making you glance back over your shoulders at him and smile.
to your surprise, mark dived down and pressed his tongue to your asshole, grabbing your hips to hold you in place as he licked over your sensational part.
"ohmygod", you choked in surprise, the feeling like nothing else you've experienced as he attacked you with passion, taking his time, but gave you no chance to ease into it.
it completely caught you off guard.
your shock turned to willing pleasure, letting your legs slide a little wider, arching your back to push back into him, "hmmMmM.. yeas, baby..", you whimpered.
a tingle ran through your whole body, hands tightening in the cheap sheets as you shivered, body trembling and a stuttering groan escaping your mouth.
suddenly your pleasure was abruptly interrupted as mark pulled away from you, leaving you ready as you gasped in shock and looked back at him.
your eyes locking onto his thick, throbbing erection as he squeezed it out and rubbed it over his impressive prick, slicking the bulging head as he stepped closer behind you.
you breathed deeply to calm your racing heart, the excitement and nerves sent adrenaline through you as mark reached down and grabbed a rough handful of your long hair.
he twisted his grip on you enough to make you wince and pushed his straining cock to your tight, not being that gentle with you as you expected him to be.
he testingly thrusted against you and felt how you resisted, "relax, babygirl", he breathed out. he held you dominantly in place as he worked against you and eased you open.
his pace was steady but inexorable, not giving you a chance to resist or pull away anymore.
you gave away, feeling yourself stretch naughtily over his invading head, mark used just enough pressure to drive his thick cock inside you without going too fast.
"you like that, y/n?", he teased, "is that, what you were hoping for?".
you seethed a little at that, but didn't say a word. you had literally invited it and had to take it, to let him work his magic on you and bring you to climax.
"the popular, sexy girl at school on her knees for me, taking my cock in her ass like a little-", he didn't finish his sentence, seeing you twitch as you held your temper back as he started thrusting himself deeper inside you, making your tightest hole take more of his cock.
"man, i knew, you would love this", he added, smiling as he shoved himself into you firmly, but carefully. his pace was calm and measured, taking his time with you.
his thrusts were controlled and purposeful, working deeper inside you.
pleasure melted into you all as you felt the full, satisfying sensation of the sex you were having with him, nerve endings stroked for the first time by his cock as he pumped you deeper and deeper. working all of himself inside you until his hips pressed to your toned booty.
"oh fuck...", you muttered as you shuddered and started picking up his pace a little. marks pumps got harder and more intent, making sure to go full depth every time you took all of him.
you gasped in pleasure, "oHhHhHH, maarkkk", you moaned. you heart was racing as you immediately blushed, barely able to believe you was enjoying your first time.
your breaths became harder, more intense as he pumped into you. marks hands still pulled at you, his fingers pressing into your soft skin as you readjusted his grip on your hair.
"oh mark, mark, just like that...", you moaned as you felt your orgasm building, your core tightening as he pounded you over and over again.
marks groans filled the room as he filled you.
"please, baby, i'm so close..."
"fuck", mark moaned in response, but didn't give in to your pleas, dragging out your orgasm and pulling back so he could delay you.
you whined in protest and slipped your hand between your legs, where you teased your clit, grinding against your fingers.
"y/n!", mark scolded, pulling your hand away from your aching pussy and restrain both of your hands at the top of his bed.
"i want to come, mark... i want-"
"i know, i know", mark smirked, his voice soothing as he stroked youur hair. "patience, baby. i am enjoying my break, this will make it more pleasurable."
"to the hell with... with... the break...", you groaned, but couldn't deny how much you were enjoying this.
you loved being pinned down, being fucked like this, it made you feel desired, loved and most importantly safe, because it was mark.
mark let out a breathless laugh as he continued his rhythmic movements, his grunting and moaning were only making you want to reach completion more.
"oh, y/n, you feel so good, baby..", he praised, smirking when you let out a huff beneath him.
you gasped when mark adjusted himself, so he was fucking you, just right, his thumb pressed against your clit.
"yes! markkk!", you cried, your eyes squeezed shut and you were breathing heavily as you lost yourself in him.
it was perfect. no one had ever touched you like this. no one had ever loved you like this.
you came with a cry, walls clenching around his cock.
your arousal spilling down his length.
you gasped, your heart racing as you pressed your forehead against his pillow. you felt marks hand grip your hips to steady you.
"y/n, i'm coming, i-", mark let out an unrestrained growl as his hips stuttered and he filled you with his seed, causing you to let out a weak, defeated moan as warmth flooded you as it often did.
"you're just... perfect, so... fucking... perfect...", mark stated, totally exhausted.
you both stayed like that for a few moments while your pounding hearts steadied and your breathings began to return to normal.
mark pulled out of you and you adjusted yourself on the bed, spinning around so you were laying next to him.
you had been fucked senseless, just as you wanted your first time to be and mark made your wish have come true.
today was your last internship day. your relationship with mark had changed since the incident. he couldn't ignore you anymore and always sought your company when alex wasn't around. after that, you even had sex four times. one of those times was in his office - when alex wasn't there.
on your last day, you wore a white, short-sleeved crop top that clung to your large breasts and highlighted your beautiful figure. you paired it with a high-waisted, fitted mini-skirt with a glencheck pattern in shades of gray and classic white sneakers.
it was a normal workday. at the end of the day, you said goodbye to all the employees. except for mark.
he invited you to a café.
once at the café, you both sipped on your drinks until mark broke the silence.
"you know, in school, i couldn't stand you. you treated me like i was a ghost. it really bruised my ego."
you looked at him in surprise before responding. "honestly, i felt the same about you. you were always the perfect child my mother never had."
mark's laughter filled the café. "well, at least your mom had the hotter kid that mine never had."
your mutual amusement quieted for a moment before you became more serious. "you're not fair, mark. i find you totally hot."
mark's gaze softened. "it's going to be hard to part ways with you, babe."
you both fell silent for a while, each lost in thought, until an idea came to you.
"what if you come with me?" mark initially shook his head. "that's not possible."
but you insisted. "why not? think about it. you and me together. every day. every morning. every night.", you gave him a teasing look.
after a moment of hesitation, mark gave in. "you know what? maybe i should really do that." his gaze intensified. "then i could continue to be the one who keeps you wet."
your cheeks turned red at his words.
"shh, mark, not in the café...", you warned him, which made him chuckle.
"so, are you ready to come with me?" you asked him.
"you crazy? i am more than ready. here's to us and to what the future holds."
his words made you smile. "glad you exist, markie."
"glad you exist, darlin'. i'm proud to call you mine."
with those words, a chapter in your life closed, and a new one began - with mark -, full of promises and unknown adventures, side by side.
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