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You and Mark had been back together for a few months now. At first you were a tad worried it wouldn't last, but everything was like a dream come true. He'd pamper you, sleep over with you at your apartment, make you breakfast. He took you out for dinner as much as he could, made time for you in between recordings. Mark felt like he couldn't live without you again, and he was making sure you knew how much he loved you. Although when you two would sleep in your separate places, he felt like he was missing out on time with you. That's when he suggest you move in with him.
At first you didn't know what to say, but he was so adamite on convincing you. Not only that, but he said you didn't have to bring anything you didn't want, you could leave it behind or sell it. He knew a lot of your stuff was connected to your ex, so parting with it would help you forget it ever happened. He assured you that the two of you could even go shopping to get small things for his house- now your house. His house was kind of bland, it needed a woman's touch. So, you agreed, settling for IKEA. It would be a nice little mini date for the two of you, plus if you bought anything that needed assembling, you could do it together.
So one mucky morning, the two of you drove over to a nearby IKEA. Surprisingly it was kind of busy that day. "So what did you want to get?" Mark asks as he's driving you around the parking lot, trying to find a spot to park. You shrug,
"Maybe a side table for the couch. Or some paintings." You honestly hadn't thought about what you wanted.
"Maybe we can get a new bed," Mark says, sliding the car in to a spot with ease. "I could go for a new bedframe." You look away from him, smirking. The two of you almost broke the bedframe recently. The two of you have been inseparable recently, you just couldn't get enough of him, you were addicted.
Once the car is parked, Mark leaves his side of the vehicle, and goes to the passenger side door, opening it for you. You step out, and he closes it behind you. Then, he locks the car. "There's a good amount of people," He points out.
"Yeah, but it's such a giant store I doubt it'll be crowded or anything." You mention, beginning to walk to the main entrance. As you to walk, Mark grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. Since getting back together, he has shown a very sweet side you hadn't known he even had. It was a nice change from the cockiness you were so used to. The two of you begin walking towards the living room section of the massive store, every once in awhile you saw people looking at the two of you.
A few teens came running to Mark, asking for pictures. You politely stepped out of view, letting them get the pictures. Ever since the picture leaked of the two of you, you decided to let your relationship be a little more private. At least for now, since the instant attention you got was overwhelming. Finally, you both made it to the living room area. It had a lot of retro and modern couches and arm chairs. Mark turned to look at some bookshelves, while you looked at couches. One of the couches had a long and round coffee table in front of it. It was a dark wood, and oval shaped, almost like a surfboard. You were standing behind the couch, so you leaned over it, getting a closer look at the pricing of the coffee table.
However this position you were in, the back of the couch pressing in to your lower abdomen, your hands pressing down in to the seat cushion. Your mind instantly thought of the escapades you could have on this couch. You're easily able to imagine Mark pounding you from behind, his hands gripping your waist with his hands, his fingers digging in to your flesh. You can feel your walls pulsate at your imagination. While you're practically frozen in thought, Mark notices it. "Do you like that?" Mark says to you from beside you. How he worded it though, made your skin crawl. He knew you were drifting off in your own mind, dirty thoughts often plagued your mind when he was around.
"Huh?" You asks, blinking rapidly, trying to return back to reality.
"The coffee table?" He goes around the couch, looking down to the price of the piece.
You watch as he looks at it, his eyes fully focused on shopping, while you were focused on fucking. "Um...it's nice." You're finally able to say, slowly sitting back up. Then, you watch Mark walk to the side, eyeing some of the arm chairs. He grunts softly, sitting down on one. He slumps in to it, his legs spreading, fully relaxing on the chair. But how he's positioned, how he's staring you down, it was making you feel things. He was tempting you without even trying. Your fingers begin to grip in to the material of the couch.
"Something wrong, Y/N?" He asks, but you can hear a hint of cockiness. Your eyes begin to glance around, watch other customers come and go.
You turn your eyes back to him, and see how his eyes are trailing up your waist to your chest, then to your eyes. He was feeling something too in the moment. Although it would be nice, it would be such a big risk. You mouth to him, 'seriously?', and he shrugs, a grin appearing on his face. The two of you had never done it in public before...maybe it was time for that to change. You watch him as he sits up, looking around. The people seemed to have dispersed a bit. But it was obvious there were still people around shopping. Finally, you let the couch go. Walking past Mark, you lean down to his ear and whisper "Follow me."
You trail him behind you, making your way to the bedroom section. It wasn't as busy there, oddly enough. Then, you begin passing the wardrobes and closets. You spot a tall one, with two doors. From what you read on the small sign, it was a KLEPPSTAD Wardrobe. It was kind of thin, tall and white. But it could definitely fit the two of you inside. With one last glance to your left and right, you know now the coast is clear. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Mark asks softly. He knew he'd awaken something in you sexually, but he didn't want to push any boundaries you weren't comfortable with. Then, you open the door of the wardrobe, taking a step inside. You turn back to him, a smile beginning to appear on your face.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure." He smirks back at you, and opens the other door, stepping inside.
Once the doors are closed, you two are left in total darkness. It instantly became hot between the two of you, and your bodies close together, your body heats making it hard to breathe. The two of you stood in the cramped wardrobe, barely able to move. "How are we going to make this work?" He asks, his voice low, sending goosebumps over your arms. You honestly didn't know how this would work either, but you couldn't resist him anymore.
"We'll make it work." Your lips crash in to his, hungry for his tongue. The kiss instantly becomes passionate, Marks hands going up to your face, cupping your cheeks. Your hands fumble down to his jeans, beginning to unbutton them. As you do this, you begin to hear footsteps. They were faint and distant, but it was enough to make you both stop. Pausing, you break the kiss. His mouth opens to speak, but you're able to muffle it with your hand.
The customer walks by the wardrobe, oblivious to the two of you inside. You two were practically holding your breaths, hoping you weren't going to get caught. Your chest was rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Finally, the footsteps started moving past the wardrobe. Your hand leaves Marks mouth, and the two of you let out a sigh of relief. Neither of you spoke, but could still feel the tension in the air, slowly being replaced with the sense of danger of being caught. You can barely see the shimmer of gloss in Marks eyes, as they look down at you. Then, a pair of lips touch yours. The kiss is soft and tender at first.
However, it quickly becomes hungry again, a pair of hands wander to your hips, pulling you against his own hips. The tight space of the closet was already confined enough, but he still wanted you closer to him. Your bodies swayed while staying tightly together, barely able to move anymore. The air in the wardrobe was getting stuffier, the kiss heating the two of you up. Your body leans back, hitting wall of the wardrobe. While in the deep kiss, you couldn't help but wonder how this might actually work. He breaks the kiss for a moment, leaning away from you, his breathing heavy. You can kind of make out him looking down, his eyes squinting. Marks hands fumble down to your pants, beginning to pull them down. He does not waste time with your button and zipper, getting the pants over your ass. Then you're able to wiggle it to your ankles.
"Take them off," He whispers, wanting to have full access to you, not wanting a stupid pair or jeans restricting you. You lean on to him, lifting your foot to slip the pant leg off your foot. You do the same to the other side, letting the pants fall to the floor of the wardrobe. During this time, your eyes are finally adjusting to the darkness. Mark is looking at you, hunger and lust full his eyes. His hair is becoming frizzy from the overwhelming heat in the tight closet. His eyes refuse to leave yours as he's unbuttoning his own pants.
He unzips his pants, tugging them down along with his underwear. You're body stays right up against his, holding him in an embrace, and you instantly feel his hard cock touching your mound. Marks hand begins trailing down from your hip to your thigh. "Come here," He whispers, and you begin lifting your leg slightly. There's not much room to extend your leg to the side, but you can at least wrap your calf around his waist slightly. With his other hand, he moved your thong to the side, and his tip eagerly meets your lips. Teasingly, he begins to move his hard cock back and forth on your lips.
The heat of his member, and the wetness of your own pussy begin to mix. It slips around with ease, but it's not what you want. "Mark," You whisper softly, his name coming out like a whine. You wanted his dick inside so badly, but you knew you couldn't voice that so loud. The risk of it all was irritating you now. How would you be able to be fucked without being loud? Then, he's able to angle his hard cock just right, his tip slipping in to your hole. As he slowly begins to insert the rest of his length in, his hand moves from holding your underwear to the side, to up your back. His arm wraps around your frame, holding you close to him. You tighten your leg around him as his full length is now inside you.
A soft moan leaves your mouth, your face burning hot. He begins to thrust, starting it off slow. You wrap your arms around Marks neck for support, trying to make the slight height difference a little less hard on him, you try to hold yourself on your tip-toes, which makes his thrusting more smoother and less forced. Marks face hides in the crook of your neck, letting out a soft grunt. He doesn't want to go to fast right away. You begin to lift your lifted leg a little higher, about to his ribs.
Something had changed to you mentally in that moment. The burning air in the cramped wardrobe, the risk of getting caught. It was all so arousing to you now. You felt yourself become more wet at your own thoughts. Mark moans softly, and you do the same. Marks body was almost on fire from how hot he was becoming. The shirt he was wearing was becoming moist with sweat. This was just as erotic to him as it was to you. As you're intertwined, you can hear the sound of a shopping cart wheeling close by to the two of you. "Shhh," Mark whispers in to your ears, his fingers digging a little deeper in to the skin of your ass. You can't help but let out a soft whimper, his thrusts still continuing. Although he's fucking you at a slow and gentle pace, you feel your legs trembling violently.
As you keep your mouth shut, you hear the shopping cart slowly coming up to your wardrobe. The risk is becoming so great, just two simple wooden doors separating you two and this random bystander and god was it good to know that. Your fingers go to Marks hair, needing something to grab. Your walls were beginning to tighten around his cock, it wouldn't be long now until you came undone. Mark knew that, and didn't know what to do if you came right then. All he wanted to do was keep fucking you. His face turns in to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. You breath in sharply, resisting the urge to moan.
Finally, the cart seemed to finally move on past the wardrobe, and you two were left alone once more. "Mark, I...I can't," You're able to say, feeling your walls trembling, holding back your orgasm.
"Hold it a little bit longer." He demands, wanting to feel you squirm in his arms. Plus he was worried the person was still around. You whimper, placing your face on his chest. You focus on the sound of his heartbeat, trying to hold back the floodgates.
"Please," you whisper again, your breathing becoming hitched. He ignores your plea, still going at a slow pace, feeling his cock slip in and out of you with ease.
"Please, Mark." You say, one last time, your legs trembling dramatically against him. He hums softly thinking, taking his sweet time to answer you. You didn't have much time to wait for his approval. You begin to close your eyes tightly, almost choking on your own spit. You're nearing the top of the mountain, when he hugs you slightly, and places a soft kiss on top of your head.
"Come for me, baby." He whispers. That's all he had to say, and you felt yourself become undone. Your hand grips his shirt as tight as you can in your fist. Your body could easily spaz out, but Marks arms hold you tightly against him. Your mouth hangs wide open, but you stay silent, not wanting to alert any shoppers.
As you begin to ride out your orgasm, Mark slowly begins to lower your leg, now having both of your feet back on the ground. He leans the two of you more away from the doors, and now lifts up your other leg, switching it up so you don't get tired right away. He does all of this, with his cock still wrapped inside your walls, which was impressive to him. As he holds your other leg up high, his fingers digging in to your sweaty thigh, he continues. He decided to change his pace a bit, going a little faster. You moan as soft as you can to yourself, but it's hard to stay so quiet. He picks up the pace even more, his breathing becoming labored. You stand there, letting him do all the work, using you for his own pleasure now.
"Shit," He whispers softly to you, "you feel so good." He continues at a medium pace, nearing his edge as well. His grip tightens even more on your thigh, his arms shaking with adrenaline, wanting to come so desperately. Once the two of you started dating again, you immediately went on the pill. You wanted to become his twinkie on the regular. Plus at least it would help with your periods somewhat. Mark accidentally lets out a rather loud breath, feeling himself hit his climax. You hold him close in your arms, hugging him so he can stay still.
You can feel the juices Mark had shot in to you swirling around in your uterus, it made your legs shiver even more than they already are. He thrusts a few more times, making sure you took it all. He didn't want to risk making a mess in this random IKEA wardrobe. "You okay?" He whispered softly in to your ear, placing a soft kiss on your earlobe. You nod, and he slowly pulls out. You feel some of his juices begin to seep in to your underwear, making you shiver. Since he had his pants on still, he's able to quickly tuck his dick back in to his underwear, and button his pants. He then pulls up the zipper. "Let me step out first," He says softly, creaking his side of the door open.
He glances out, making sure no one is walking by. Then, he takes a step out. You stand there, trying to compose yourself. You bend down slightly, and grab your pants. You slowly slip them on, trying to regain some sort of grip on reality...you two just had sex in public. Once you have your pants back on; zipped and buttoned, you open the door. You see Mark has his back turned from you, pretending to be interested in the wardrobe across from you. He's obviously being over exaggerative on how interested he is in the piece, which makes you smile. Then, he turns to you, and he smiles back.
"So," He says, his hand going to yours, holding it gently in his grasp. "Did you want to get that coffee table?" A smile spreads across your face, completely forgetting all about that coffee table. A small laugh escapes your lips, leaning towards him as the two of you walk back to the living room section.
"Actually, maybe we could get that couch? It was honestly pretty comfy."
"Screw it, we can get the couch and the coffee table," Mark says, smiling at you.
"Could we look at some of the paintings too? I'd love to decorate your place."
"Our place," He says, correcting you. "And of course."