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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Make me sin - MK.L

Pairing: Mark Lee x fem!reader

Word count: 7946 words

AU/Genre: kinda childhood friends!AU, churchboy!mark, bad influence!reader, smut, fluff, angst?, humor

Warnings: biblical themes, christianity, this is practically 7k of blasphemy and some change (I'm sorry), mentioned alcohol abuse, smoking (cigarettes), corruption (in both a sexual and non-sexual way) mentions of masturbation (m), oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, hand job, dirty talk, facial, fingering (f receiving), cumming in pants

Summary: Your questionable lifestyle does not sit right with your parents. Hence, you're sent on a field trip of your local church in hopes of a positive outcome. As you meet the other supervisor Mark, a long forgotten childhood friend of yours, you're itching to crumble down his walls of dedication to christianity to get him to sleep with you. But what if the awkward churchboy tickles feelings out of you that you haven't felt before?

A/n: please keep in mind that this is fictional, it does not mean I agree with the reader's opinions, choices or actions. Stay safe and respectful when it comes to religion. Also, this is kinda fast paced, there could have been more pushing and pulling, but I kinda like it like this.

Your parents never asked much of you, not when your sibling was born, not after your grandparents died, not when you moved out because your parents didn't approve of your party lifestyle. They just let you be. And maybe that had been the problem.

To say you're a troublemaker would be cringe, but accurate. For the third time this year, your parents had to bail you out of jail - nothing serious, just problems you'll get with the law if you're someone who parties (too) often - and they were not happy about that to say the least.

"Please, for once in your life, please listen to us," your mother begs you, "please go on the field trip with the confirmation class of our church. I promise, it will help you get better..."

"I've already talked to the pastor and he agreed. You're going. End of discussion. Now get in the car, I bet you're still too drunk to drive." Your father holds open the door for you.

And with that, it was settled. You don't know why supervising a bunch of teenagers (?) to make sure they're not drinking or having sex would help with your alcohol and finance problems, but here you are: 10am sharp with your luggage in front of the church.

To be honest, you're still kind of hung over, but at least you look somewhat presentable with two aspirin in your system. Your hair's up with a big black hair clip, your body wrapped in the clothing of the night before, but covered with a decent looking coat from your mom. At least, your parents allowed you to bring your own clothing...

"Hey!" A voice greets you. "Are you here as a supervisor?"

You turn around until you're eye to eye with some guy. He must be a little taller than you, but right now - because of your plateau boots - you're at eye level. He grins brightly. He's kinda cute.

And he looks kind of familiar...

"Yeah?" You answer.

"Sweet! I'm Mark. May God bless you!" He beams. Where does he get all his energy from this early in the morning? Probably he just slept enough, unlike someone else who'd been up until 5am to get picked up at the police station by their parents...

"Mark?! You mean as in Mark Lee?" You can't believe your ears.

"Wait-"

"The last time I've seen you, we were like- what? Seven?"

"Dude, what?! That's crazy! I didn't even recognize you! Wow, you changed so much, what are you up to? I haven't seen you around here on Sundays, are you always skipping church or what?" He laughs, putting his hand on your shoulder. You eye his hand on your shoulder dismissively until he draws it back.

"Actually, I don't come to church at all. The last time I've been here was when I was 10 because I heard they gave out free cookies on Christmas." Your fake-smiling lips turn into a tight-lipped line. "Turns out they weren't."

Mark laughs. "Yo, dude, you're so funny. Just like old times! Imagine not going to church." He leans forward to catch his breath from laughing so hard. You ask yourself what's wrong with him.

Mark Lee. The son of your father's best friend a couple of years ago. They got into an argument over some stupid shit so you weren't allowed to hang out with Mark anymore. Mark's grown up so much, of course, but he's still cute, like he was on your playdates all those years ago. Now you'd rather have a different kind of playdate with him...

The next second, the bus arrives and Mark counts the children (???) (you should find out how old these people are) and then guides everyone onto the bus. Once everyone's inside, he sticks his head out of the bus door. "You coming?"

What else are you supposed to do...

After putting your luggage into the bus, you climb inside and sit down at your assigned seat next to Mark who gets up to give a speech for the- kids? You take this opportunity to quickly switch seats with him so you're next to the window.

He just accepts this and sits down, then the bus begins to move. After about 5 minutes, you realize that this was a mistake. You swear that if you hear one more person talking about God you will hop off this bus and get drunk at the next gas station. Instead, you put in your AirPods and listen to some music.

You're 3 songs in when suddenly someone removes your right AirPod. You slowly turn your head, glaring at the culprit, Mark, who just puts the air pod into his own ear while asking what you're listening to.

LibidO by OnlyOneOf keeps playing and after a few lines, Mark looks at you, shocked.

"Yo, we can't be listening to this. This is not something Jesus would approve. It contains hmhmhm themes..." Mark whispers to you and you almost spit in his face with how hard you snort from laughing. Then you realize he's serious. Did he really just censor that word?

"Chill, bro, it's just music."

So you continue to listen to your playlist. And Mark does even bop his head to it.

Mark is immensely emerged in his bible the next time you look over at him. Of course you could talk to him and catch up, but actually, you don't care. You probably won't even see him again after this trip, so why bother with making awkward smalltalk? Mark also doesn't seem to be interested in your hobbies or which classes made you drop out of college.

The bus has mostly gone quiet, some people where sleeping, others talking lowly in the back, you finally get the chance to take in the beauty that had become Mark, he had a cute face, still, but his chest area was actually pretty nicely built such as his ass which you saw earlier when he got on the bus.

Something inside of you tells you that you probably shouldn't think like this, but you can't help but to imagine what he would be like in bed. A shy church boy in the streets... you know what they say. You kind of want to find out what happens when you tease him a little.

So you pretend to be stretching, making sure to move enough to get his attention on you before spreading your legs to touch his and pushing your arms together so he can get a great view on your cleavage. In the corner of your eye, you can see him gulp. You smirk.

Pressing your leg further against his, you sit back and relax, feeling the warmth of his thigh against your own. A wave of arousal floods over you and you have to ask yourself: has it really been that long for you to get horny because someone's leg is touching yours? Apparently.

"What are you doing, Markie?" You whisper a little too close to his ear, visually seeing him shiver.

"Uh, I was just reading my bible." Mark seems a little nervous.

"Can you explain it to me~?" You ask him in a sweet voice, biting your lip. Maybe he is into dumb girls?

"Well, see, in this part-"

"What about the story where Jesus is nailed to the cross." You look deep into his eyes "Wouldn't you like to do that with me?"

"Uh, well, I guess that would hurt-"

"I like it when it hurts, Mark."

"I'd have to put nails through your palms..."

"Wouldn't you like to see me spread out for you, naked and completely at your mercy?" You put your hand on his thigh. "If you know what I mean?"

In Mark's head, it seems to be clicking, finally. His mouth shapes an "o" as his eyes flicker down to your lips, then your cleavage, then back up to your eyes. Then his ears turn red. "I-I mean..."

"Don't tell me you believe in this 'no sex before marriage'-thing." You gesture the quotation marks in the air with your fingers, a mocking tone on your tongue that Mark seems to miss.

"I-" He leans closer to whisper, "I do, but it's not like I have never done the thing... I did it twice and had to ask for forgiveness afterwards"

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow, he nods. You can't decide if this means more or less fun for you. Who would have thought you'd meet old childhood friend Mark on this trip - and then plan on twisting his morals and get him to fuck you?

After what seems like forever, you finally arrive. You put the teens in their rooms and then go to your own, unpacking and chilling a bit before dinner. On the way there you realize that you and Mark would be sharing a room and this gives you an idea.

Mark sits on his bed on the left side of the room, you excused yourself a few minutes ago to change your clothing in the bathroom. As you come back, now dressed in a revealing, cropped shirt, Mark's eyes fall directly onto your tits, mouth hanging open a little as he takes in the sight.

"Like what you see, baby boy?" You grin as you step towards him.

"I- uh, I wasn't-" he tries to explain himself, but leans back as you come closer, taking a seat on the floor in between his legs, batting your lashes as you look up at him.

"Don't lie to me, Markie, it's okay if you stare. It's okay if I turn you on." You smile sweetly and he gulps.

"N-no, it's not. I can't think about you like this. It's wrong! I can't have these thoughts about you, I've known you when we were kids! This is not what Jesus would want," he rambles.

"Mark. I don't care about what the bible says." You look into his eyes, a flat expression on your face, before you tilt your head to the side. You already love making him nervous, the way his eyes widen and eyebrows rise when you say something sinful.

"W-we have to go now- dinner! Yes, dinner, come on..." He grabs your hand and helps you up before turning around to adjust his pants. You smirk. Maybe not this time, but next time you'll get the sweet church boy to fuck the living shit out of you.

Dinner had been nothing special, apart from you sucking deliciously on your popsicle, shoving it down your throat while keeping steady eye contact with Mark who almost chokes on his own saliva.

Afterwards, you meet everyone for a camp fire.

The fire is already set up as you arrive, waiting for the rest of the children to gather at the location. The first thing you do is light a cigarette, the first one for the day since you didn't have time before, the whole trip occupying you completely.

Mark realizes what you're doing, still he hushes, "yo, dude, what are you doing?"

"I'm obviously smoking."

"You can't do this here, what if the kids see?!" He looks around, panic in his eyes, before he grabs your arm, pulling you after him. You squeal at this, surprised by his actions as he hides you behind one of the many small houses of the area.

"What the hell?!" You snap, almost having burned yourself in the process of being dragged away.

"If you have to do it, at least don't make it so obvious for everyone to see. You're a role model after all..." Mark mumbles, looking around if anyone's seen your slip-up. He huffs out the breath he's been holding after confirming that no one caught on.

Whilst all of this, you just lean against the wall, inhaling the smoke and puffing it out with a cocky smile, scanning the panicking Mark in front of you. He's so cute when his eyebrows are scrunched together like this...

"We got lucky this time." He turns to you, taking in your figure leaned against the wall. You're still wearing the reveling shirt – and no bra – and he still hasn't grown accustomed to the sight.

"Markie, you're so stressed about this, why don't you let me help you relax a little?" You raise an eyebrow as you smile.

"What are you suggesting?" Mark's eyes widen as you loop a finger through his belt buckle, pulling him closer. He gulps as his gaze flickers down to your lips wrapping around the cigarette before you blow the smoke into his face.

"Want some?" You grin, offering him the cigarette.

"Isn't that a sin?"

The way he asks you of all people... He looks at the cigarette, then back up at you, debating. You can almost hear the gears clatter in his brain.

"Smoking isn't directly mentioned in the bible, so... I think it will be okay?" He smiles unsurely.

"Do you know how it works?" You pull him a little closer again since he's shied away, and he just shakes his head. "You wrap your lips around it, then you inhale, like this." You demonstrate it to him. "You have to inhale deeply into your lungs, otherwise it has no effect, then you breathe it out through your mouth."

Mark nods, understanding the explanation as you place the cigarette in front of his mouth, giving him the chance to still back out, or to come closer and follow your instructions. He does the ladder, leaning forwards, keeping steady eye contact with you as he takes the filter into his mouth, lips grazing over your fingers that are holding it out to him.

Your breath hitches. It's so sexy, for some reason, how he listens to you, does forbidden things because you tell him to. Also, you can't help but imagine that his lips would look so good wrapped around your clit instead...

Mark inhales, forcing back a cough before breathing out, the smoke blowing into your face. Fuck, you want to kiss him.

"Good boy," you breathe out quietly, but you're sure he hears you as he blushes faintly before taking another hit. You two share the cigarette in silence, gazing into each other's eyes until it's burned down completely.

After you put the cigarette out into your portable ashtray (you might be careless about your health, but not the planet's), you sigh, leaning back against the wall. Suddenly, Mark's hands appear right and left next to your face against the wall, as he tries to keep himself steady. "W-why am I feeling dizzy?"

You giggle. "It's the nicotine, it'll go away in a few seconds. Your body has to get used to it since it was your first time."

Mark nods. "Thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For giving me the chance to do something like this. I liked it. I kind of like to be bad sometimes..." he admits, body having calmed down as he leans back, a hand coming up to scratch on the back of his head nervously. He's adorable, you think, and smile.

"Anytime."

The rest of the night goes by relatively easy. You decide to give Mark a break from your teasing and attempts to make him flustered and just casually sit by the fire with him and talk about nothing. It's when you two get back to your room and Mark decides to hop into the shower real quick. A few minutes later he comes back out.

Your eyes almost jump out of their sockets as you lift your head from your place sitting on Mark's bed. Mark is dressed in nothing but a towel, wet hair tousled as it releases droplets of water onto his shoulders and down his torso.

"Mark, are you trying to tempt me?!"

"I forgot to bring underwear-" he explains awkwardly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. You almost don't register his words, brain completely occupied with taking in the sight of Mark's strong chest muscles and his abs. Damn, the boy works out. "Could you please hand me a pair? It's in my suitcase..."

"Oh hell no. I will not be supporting you putting on clothes, Mark. Why don't you stay like this, you're pretty."

Mark clears his throat a few times. "Please?"

You roll your eyes before reaching into his suitcase, grabbing ahold of some Spiderman undies as your hand brushes against something papery. Curiosity getting the best of you, you pull that out instead. It's a magazine.

"Mark Lee, why is there a women's dessous magazine in your suitcase?????" You screech franticly, mouth opening into a wide, shocked, but crazy grin, fist repeatedly punching into Mark's mattress in excitement.

Mark whines, grabbing the upper hem of his towel so it won't slip off his naked body as he steps closer to you, trying to snatch the magazine from your hands. "Just- give it back!"

"I can't believe it!" Your eyes are wide with joy, eyebrows almost at your hairline as you try to dodge Mark's attempts of getting the magazine back, falling back into the pillows, Mark's strong frame suddenly above you.

Your laughter calms down, but the grin stays as Mark's face is merely inches away from your own. You can feel his breath on your lips as you gaze up into his eyes. The two of you stay there, with Mark between your legs as you look at each other, eyes flickering down to each other's lips from time to time. Mark's lips look so soft and pouty, you just want to pull him closer and lick over them.

"Mark..." you sigh, and when you lift your hips a bit, you're sure you can feel his hardness against you.

"Hm?" He hums, eyelids heavy as he licks over his lower lip, eyes fixated on your own lips. If you did everything right now, you could maybe get him to fuck you. But is that what you want?

"Did you jerk off to that magazine?" You grin again.

"Yo, stop!" Mark whines, face scrunching up in embarrassment as he finally grabs ahold of the magazine and lifts off of you. Instantly, you sit up too, eyes immediately focusing on the way his towel bulges around his middle.

"So, did you?"

You didn't get an answer to your question, but really, you didn't need one. You can totally imagine what Mark does with that magazine when he's alone. It's kind of cute, actually, but you kind of wonder if masturbating is considered a sin. You decide to ask Mark another time, though.

It's the next morning, the night went by without any incidents because you didn't want to push poor flustered Mark any further. He's suffered enough for one day. That doesn't keep you from planning a whole bunch of evil shenanigans for today, starting early in the morning when you wake him up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" You grin down at his face. He groans, face scrunching up cutely before he opens his eyes. "I got alcohol, you want some?"

"What?" Mark's eyes widen as he sits up abruptly, almost knocking his forehead against yours in the process.

"You can't expect me to go on a hike with a bunch of kids completely sober."

"You're not gonna drink! That's not okay!" Mark's completely awake now, grabbing the bottle from your hands and hiding it under his blanket. Whatever he thought would happen was probably not that you begin to pout, hands immediately reaching under his blanket to win the bottle back.

"Give that to me, I need it!" You whine, hands wandering around under the blanket, occasionally stroking over Mark's warm body. You can feel him tense up as your hands reach his stomach, touching all over his abs in a poor attempt to find the glass container.

"You don't need it," Mark reasons. His face is flushed pink again, but he doesn't stop the ministrations of your hands. An idea pops up in your head.

"Then give me something better instead." You smirk, hands stilling under the blanket, resting a few inches above his crotch.

"Well, what do you expect me to do?" Mark frowns.

"You know exactly what I want." You grin, teeth catching your lower lip as you move your hand a little lower, hoping he'd get the hint.

"What-" he starts, but soon after he looks down, seeing your hand move towards his dick under the blanket and he gulps. "L-look, we really can't-"

"Why not, Markie, I promise it'll feel good."

"That's not the point!" He groans in frustration because he wants you to continue, so badly, but he can't. It's a sin. "I'll give you something else! Just- don't drink. Please?"

He's almost too cute with his puppy eyes.

"What will you give me?"

"Well, what do you want?"

"Hmm, what do I want..." you pretend to think, exaggerating the action by tapping your finger against your chin repeatedly. "I want you to kiss me."

Mark lets out a shaky breath.

"Or is that a sin?"

"It's- not..."

"Are you sinning when you look at those magazines, Markie?" You tease with a wink and he averts his gaze away from you. "Such a bad boy."

"Don't say that..." He tenses visibly. "Alright, we can kiss. Just let me brush my teeth first."

To your disappointment, you didn't get your kiss because just as Mark exited the bathroom, you heard a knock on the door, calling you for breakfast. Breakfast went by, the porridge not providing enough dirtiness for you to tease Mark about it by eating it sensually, like you did with the popsicle the night prior, plus you were kind of in a bad mood now. Who'd have known those church people would be such insufferable cockblocks?

Even so, after breakfast, you were rushed to grab your things and get going. You were still salty about not being allowed to bring any alcoholic beverages with you on that hike, but you were still hoping to get cock-drunk from Mark, anyway. Honestly, you're not too sure about that anymore, it's like a war between your core and your heart on how to continue things with Mark. You must admit, you kind of like the guy. He's cool to be around, funny and adorably awkward. Still, you like the expression 'cock-drunk' and grin to yourself as it pops up in your mind, mentally noting for you to remember it because it will surely gain you a laughter or two in your friend group.

"How long is this gonna take? I'm tired," you whine dramatically, your feet hurting because no one's told you to pack proper footwear. Mark walks beside you, grinning at your distress as he watches over the kids walking in front of you. "Another kilometer."

"Break?" Your eyes light up at the mention of you finally being able to rest your feet and maybe hide somewhere to smoke. Mark nods and smiles at you. God, he's so cute with his curved eyebrows and his little nose. You swear you will raise actual hell if you don't get a piece of him any time soon.

Finally, you arrive at a small cabin, and once you stored the teens inside with the tour guide explaining something about God – or anything, really. Who knows? Certainly not you – you find a comfortable enough looking rock behind a bunch of trees and decide to place your butt on the ground in front of it, leaning your back against the stoney surface.

Mark is quick to follow you there, sitting exceptionally close to you. You squint at him, his behavior suspiciously different, but he just takes a bite of his apple, looking at the beautiful creations of mother nature. He's so sexy when he does stuff.

"Why are you looking at me?" Mark suddenly asks, raising an eyebrow as he gazes over at you, eyeing you from the corner of his eye. For a second there, you're at a loss of words. It feels like someone had kidnapped good ol' awkward Mark and replaced him for a more confident version of Mark.

"You're hot." Phew. Saved. "And you still owe me a kiss."

Mark eyes widen comically and he chokes on a piece of apple, you assume, coughing frantically as you watch the tears gather in his eyes. You're glad that weird Mark is back, you kind of like him better. Once he's finally calmed down, he takes a deep breath, lifts his butt up from the mossy ground to get onto his knees. He shuffles over until he hoists a leg over your lap to take a seat.

"Aww, baby. Someone's eager to get his pretty lips wet, aren't we?"

Mark clears his throat, but nods. It's all you need to lean in closer, feeling his shaky breath ghost over your skin. Your gaze switches between looking at his eyes and and his lips, licking over your own at the thought of having them against your mouth.

"You have such pretty lips, Markie," you coo and Mark's response almost sounds like a quiet whine. He catches himself though, more or less, and responds with a whispered "Thank you".

At the undeniable closeness, you can feel your heart flutter and your stomach tickle with butterflies, but you choose to ignore that weird feeling of excitement and decide to only acknowledge the excitement happening in your pants.

Finally, you close the gap between you, feeling the softness of Mark's lips against yours as you kiss him. It's like a firework exploding in your body – though you, again, only admit to the thrilling bolt of want striking in between your legs – and your hands instantly fly to roam over his body.

Mark nothing but moans into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut before your own follow his action, his hands come up to cup your jaw gently as he pulls himself closer to you.

Experimentally, you lick against his lower lip and he almost instantly opens up for you to slide your wet muscle into the hot cavern of his mouth, tongue dancing and playing with his own. There must be a karmic imbalance somewhere in the universe, you think, because right now Mark is kissing you, finally, after all these hours of exhausting teasing.

You almost lose yourself in the kiss, nails scratching over the jean fabric covering his things as you try to pull him closer to you. Mark hums against your lips, tasting as sweet and sour as the apple he just ate.

The sudden raucous sound coming from Mark's pocket makes him jump, hands leaving yours to clutch at this chest dramatically as he shimmies off your lap to the take call.

Great. Cockblocked again.

To say you're moody on the whole way back would be an immense understatement. It's not that you believe in religion or fate, or anything for that matter, but you can't help but to feel like the universe is against Mark and you happening.

Mark quickly catches on to your distress and tries cheering you up with beatboxing and rapping a few lines from one of his biblical rap tracks on Soundcloud, but it actually just makes it worse.

Once you arrive back at the camp, you head off into the nearby woods, sitting down against a large tree in silence. You even decided against the idea of bringing your bottle of vodka with you, just because you didn't feel like it.

Slowly, you're kind of scared of the kind of person you're becoming.

When you suddenly hear your name being called out by Mark, you turn around to face him. He's taking big steps over the leaves and branches on the ground, but still manages to catch his foot on one big rock and stumbles.

"Why are you out here all alone?" Mark finally arrives by your side, plopping down next to you, wincing as he manages to poke another rock right into his ass cheek in the process.

You just shrug, dragging on your cigarette as you stare into the deepness of the trees.

"Come on," Mark whines, grabbing your shoulder to shake you slightly.

"Don't you see it?" You mumble, fiddling with the bud of your cigarette.

"That we never seem to get some time alone?" You turn to Mark quickly, eyes widened. You're surprised that he could see through you so easily, that he even noticed what you had been planning.

"Maybe it's a sign," Mark muses, gaze catching yours briefly, "I don't know for what, though."

"You mean, I should just give up?"

"No!" Mark's voice echoes through the woods, "I mean, I don't know. Maybe it's a sign to, " – Mark clears his throat – "to try harder..."

A smirk forms on your face and you watch Mark as his eyes take in the way his hands fiddle with each other in his lap.

"Markie," you sigh, putting your head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth that his body radiates, "I want you so much, but – and this is actually scary to me – I don't want to corrupt you anymore. I want you to want me too, so much that you're willing to let God out of your life for just one night."

You turn to look at him. "And I'm willing to wait."

There's silence for a while, Mark stares into his lap, watching his fingers play with each other before he sighs, turning his head to look at you as well. "Maybe I don't want you to wait."

"Wh-", you start, but don't even get to finish the word before Mark leans in to connect your lips once again. The kiss feels different than the last one, much less needy and wild, but rather gentle and intimate. His lips move slowly against your own, there isn't even tongue involved, just softness and genuine feelings.

You're slowly admitting to yourself that you might really have feelings for Mark, and of course, why shouldn't you? Mark is an amazing guy, lovely and sweet, polite and helpful, awkward and funny. He's fun to be around, he's honestly everything your parents ever wanted for you, but can you bring yourself to overcome your pride and bring him home?

Mark parts from you, his breath gently fanning over your wetted bottom lip as he pulls back, eyes not leaving your mouth until he's leaned against the wood again. His eyes are hooded, but not from lust, but rather from- yeah, from what exactly? Does Mark even have feelings for you? Or are you just exciting to him because you're so foul.

A silence that is not particularly comfortable nor uncomfortable surrounds you for a moment, but then Mark begins to speak, "look," he turns towards you, the tiny stones on the ground probably scratching over his ass in the process, and you wince at the thought, but he doesn't seem to care.

"You're exciting to me, everything about you is so new and... kind of alien, that it intrigues me... but at the same time, you make me question stuff. Like, you've done all this stuff that I never could because of- you know," he halts, and you lean further into him until you can press your face into the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling his heavenly scent.

"I think we-" he clears his throat, "we kind of balance each other out, and I think that's a good thing."

"Even though I push you to do bad things?"

"That's life," Mark simply answers, smiling as he lifts your chin to press his forehead against yours, "I love how we connect."

"I love y-", you catch yourself before you say something you might regret, "that too about us."

Mark smiles even wider, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips.

Both you and Mark spend more time together in the woods, relishing in the feeling of one another being so close, giving you time to talk freely, without any worries in the world. You don't really remember who initiated your next move, but somehow the both of you ended up heavily making out against the stone wall of the small church on the grounds of the camp. It had gotten dark outside, so you were sure no one would come around and be able to find you, and this apparently put Mark at ease, so much that he's thrown all of his worries and morals out the metaphorical window just to be with you.

Mark's leg finds its way in between yours, hands grabbing onto your waist to push you down against it, his boldness catching you off guard. You moan against his mouth, still holding back to not wake up any teens and scar them for life.

"Mark," you gasp as his lips leave yours to kiss your neck instead.

"Hm?"

"Let's... go inside."

Mark halts.

"Inside?"

"Yeah?"

"In there?"

"Yeah?"

"But-"

"It's just a building, Mark, come on!" You smile, leaning in to nibble on his neck, kissing the soft skin before biting down. In response, Mark groans, nodding his head quickly, stepping away from you so you can lead him inside to sin.

You push the heavy door open to reveal the dimly lit inside of the church, only a few candles illuminating the interior. Pulling Mark with you, you choose one of the many benches that thankfully provides just enough space for you to lay down on it, pulling Mark on top of you.

"We shouldn't-" Mark mumbles, but contrary to his words, his lips find yours once again, smashing down on them repeatedly as he touches all over your body. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of getting to have Mark. Though you don't feel like you've won at corrupting him, you feel like you're at eye-level, making these decisions together since Mark had pretty much admitted to you that he loved the things you're doing to him.

Suddenly, Mark parts from you, "I don't know if I can."

"Okay, okay," you sit up, thinking for a second before a small light bulb lights up over your head, "how about a blowjob, then?"

"A b- how would that be any better?" Mark chuckles, a hand scratching the back of his head just like many times before, a gentle blush on his cheeks giving away that he's interested in your offer.

"You're not doing anything, it's all me," you suggest, then fall onto the ground with your knees, shuffling over to sit between Mark's spread legs once again. Mark looks around, unsureness in his eyes, but the noticeable tent in his pants gives away how much he wants this.

"Please, Markie," you pout with pleading eyes, hands coming up to stroke over his thighs, "please let me suck your cock."

"Holy s-, do you have to be like this?" Mark whines, throwing his head back as your hands draw closer and closer to where he wants them most.

"Like what?" You grin, lower lip caught in between your teeth as you look up at him mischievously.

"So freaking hot," Mark sighs as your hands reach his bulge palming him throughoutly through his pants. His hips begin bucking into your touch, eyes closing as he relishes in the feeling of your hands on him. Shortly after, you begin opening the button and fly of his jeans, gently tugging on them which causes Mark to lift his hips so you can rid him of his pants.

"Fuck, Markie, look what a big boy you are, " you beam, repeating your actions of palming his bulge, though this time his reaction is certainly more intense with fewer layers of clothing in the way.

Leaning forwards, you press your nose into the warmth of his clothed dick, inhaling deeply. Your eyelids flutter at the musky scent as it hits your olfactory receptors, groaning quietly, then you begin mouthing over his boxers, making sure to lick over his tip in the process. "You smell so fucking good, baby."

Mark's thighs tremble next to your head, and your hands find comfort in stroking over the expanse of his thigh muscles, raking your nails over them to make Mark shiver. The sounds he lets out at your ministrations sound heavenly to you, spurring you on to dig a little deeper.

"Will you let me taste you, pretty boy?" You ask, dragging your nose along the hardness in his boxers one last time before you sit back, gaze catching Mark's lidded from lust eyes.

"Yes," he breathes out, pulling his underwear down his legs quickly, chest heaving with every deep breath he takes to try to calm down his raging nerves. The moment his length springs free, you feel yourself salivate, licking your lips briefly as you take in his memorable size. Without hesitating any longer, you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking gently to work him up a little more, enjoying the hot heaviness in your palm to the fullest.

Finally, you lean forward, gently pressing your tongue against his tip, and Mark nothing but whimpers, the muscles of his thighs clenching together with his abs that you can slightly make out with the way his shirt has ridden up.

"You taste so good, too," you sigh, flattening your tongue to drag it all over his cock, forcing a moan out of Mark's throat. As you look up at him, he looks so fucking beautiful, so fucked out and destroyed already that you feel like you could cum dry from the sight alone. His eyes are glazed over, eyelids heavy as he watches you lick over him with his mouth agape.

"Has anyone ever given you a blowjob before?" You wonder, leaning down to suck one of his balls into your mouth as your hand keeps rubbing over his shaft with the help of your spit as lubricant.

"N-no."

"Ah, so I'm your first?"

"Yes."

"Then let's make this count." And before Mark can question your statement, you move back up and slide him right between your lips, taking as much as you can of him at once, and Mark moans out so loudly you're sure someone must have heard.

You keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, making sure your tongue teases him in all the right places, and pushing yourself to take him further and further into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat.

Mark stumbles over his words above you, all kinds of syllables falling from his lips in an attempt to comprehend the pleasure he's feeling. You let out a few humming sounds yourself that vibrate against his cock, too emerged in the feeling and just how hot the entire situation is.

Catching your breath, you pull him out of your mouth. Finally, enough drool has gathered all over his length and you wrap your hand around his tip, stroking it by flicking your wrist, thumb playing with his slit. Mark whines out, hands gripping the bench beneath him so tightly his knuckles turn white.

You begin taking him into your mouth once again, keeping eye contact as you swirl your tongue around his tip and taking his balls into your hand to fondle them. Something inside of Mark seems to snap, his hands coming up to hold onto your hair, carefully but desperately pushing you further down onto his cock. Your eyes roll back at his sudden roughness, enjoying the way his tip briefly catches at the back of your throat, then slides further down. Mark moans loudly, never ending sounds of pleasure leaving his pretty lips as he watches you taking him whole, your nose brushing into the cloud of public hair around his dick.

Mark's hips begin moving on their own accord, thrusting his hardness into your esophagus over and over again, not even giving you the opportunity to breathe properly as he chases his high, though you welcome him using your mouth and throat to his heart's desire. Tears gather in your eyes and soon begin running down your cheeks. You rub your thighs together to gain some friction, finally slipping a hand inside your panties.

"C-can I finish on your f-face?" Mark asks shakily, and you groan out in response, doing your best to nod while trying to force down your gag reflex as your fingers rub harsh circles into your clit. Mark thrusts a few more times, then pulls out of your mouth, making you pant before opening your mouth widely.

Mark tucks on his cock thrice, then groans out deeply. Your eyelids flutter shut just as you cum together with him, hole clenching around nothing as Mark paints his cum all over your cheeks, tongue and chin.

You feel a little light headed as you realize what just happened, you're tasting Mark's cum as you lick around your lips, then swallow all of it. Mark sinks down exhaustedly, flinching as you wrap your lips around his tip once last time to clean the cum off of it.

"Thank you," he finally manages to get out.

"Anytime!" You smile, wiping the remaining cum stains off your skin with a tissue you find in your pocket.

Mark takes another half minute to really come back to his senses, then begins speaking once more, "no really, I really appreciate it! Like, it was really good! Felt great! I hope you're okay too, but it seemed like you were enjoying it, so-"

"Mark," you giggle and put a hand on his thigh, "I loved it too. Great cock, by the way!"

"Uh-"

"Markie, I want to be honest with you," you start again, on a more serious note, and Mark nods attentively, "this is new territory for me. I usually just leave after doing something like this, but I kind of really, really want to cuddle... so..."

Not long after, you find yourself laying in Mark's bed, his shirt covering your body as you move closer to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you. It's silent, all you hear is his heart contently thumping away in his chest as you place your ear on it, along with his gentle breathing. The situation, not weird at all, still feels foreign to you. You've never been a cuddler, but with Mark, you want to stay wrapped up in his arms until the day you die.

"I can't believe we did that," Mark speaks up, causing you to turn your head towards his face.

"Do you regret it?"

A few seconds go by, then Mark answers, "no. I really enjoyed myself. I don't regret it."

"Good," you sigh, fingers dancing around Mark's toned stomach, watching his abs flex as you tickle him slightly.

"What about you, though."

"What about me?"

"Yeah, you didn't even-"

"Oh, yeah, I did."

"Oh," Mark purses his lips as his eyebrows raise, "w- how? When?"

"You're so cute," you giggle, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"But it wasn't... like, it wasn't me who made you- you know?"

"Are you offering to get me off right now?"

An unsure squeaking noise comes from Mark above you, and you sit up with a wide grin. The sight of you causes the corner of Mark's mouth to rise up as well, "I mean if you want to."

"As if I'd say no to that," you wink before laying back down, Mark hovering over you within seconds pressing a few kisses to the skin of your neck before laying down beside you again, running his hand over your body towards your panties.

Just like you did, he touches you over the fabric before really diving in, stroking over your folds and clit with such expertise that you're confused if he's really only done this twice.

You press your hips further into his touch, secretly hooking your hands into the hem of your panties to pull them down yourself.

"Someone's eager," Mark chuckles, allowing you to rid yourself of the flimsy piece of clothing before creating some skin on skin contact with your slit. You hum delightfully at the sensation, spreading your legs further for his ministrations.

His fingers collect the wetness pooling at your entrance, spreading it around your folds gently, then concentrate on rubbing circles into your clit. You moan softly at the feeling, loving the way his fingers feel.

"I kinda- uh..." Mark speaks lowly against the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to form all over your body, "can I eat you out?"

You whine out, nodding your head. "Have you done that before?"

Mark shakes his head, then shuffles down the bed until he's seated in between your thighs. You spread your legs as far as you comfortably can. Mark's eyes are glued to your glistering folds, his eyes sparkling with excitement and lust at what's to come.

"Just do whatever you feel like doing, just try everything out, I'll tell you if something's not good, yeah?" You suggest, the last words almost getting stuck in your throat as Mark dives in, flattening his tongue to lick a fat stripe over your entire core, only to then continue with smaller licks over your clit. You mewl at the feeling, pushing further into his face, and his hands find comfort grabbing onto your thighs to keep them spread open for him.

From time to time, he looks up at you, the look in his hooded eyes sexy and aroused as he blinks slowly, letting his tongue test the waters around your most private parts. Soon, he gets bolder, suckling on your clit, even gently nibbling on it to make you dizzy with excitement, then he licks further down, plunging his tongue into your hole.

You moan out loudly, immediately loving the feeling, but as quickly as it came, it's gone again.

"Was that bad?"

"N-no, no, no! Good, was good, please, do that-" the words tumble out of your mouth until you feel him repeating the action, sinking his tongue into you as far as he can, licking around, thrusting in and out. You sigh, "- again..."

You press your hips into his face, practically riding his tongue at this point. Quickly, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, heat spreading through your body rapidly, so you sneak a hand down to rub at your clit. The action obviously doesn't go unnoticed by Mark who reacts immediately by swatting your hand away and replacing it with his own.

"Fuck," you whimper, struggling to keep your eyes open at this point as Mark presses into your clit, massaging it throughoutly, " don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't- stop..." Your orgasm comes crashing down on you quicker than you thought at the sight of Mark grinding his hips into the mattress and groaning into your folds. You swear you see stars as you clench down on Mark's tongue who licks you lovingly through your high.

All you want to do is pull Mark up, kiss him, and tell him you're in love with him.

"That was great, but I should stop talking before I say something I'll regret," you inform Mark breathlessly who strokes over your thighs a few times before sitting up and plopping down next to you.

"Well, what if I have the same thing in mind?"

"Then it's still too early to say that," you decide, then gesture towards his dick "do you need help with that?"

"No, thank you." He grins, then begins cringing at the sticky feeling inside his pants. Silently, you smile at him, the fond look on your face probably speaking paragraphs about what's going on inside your mind, but you don't mind.

You want him to know, want to reveal how much you like him.

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