You and Mark were in the kitchen making cookies for a party you were headed to later. He stirred up the batter as you prepared the baking sheet.

"Man, I can't wait to eat these," he said his muscles flexing every time he twirled the mixing spoon.

You bit your lip as you watched his arm flex. God, he was so hot.

"(Y/N), you okay?" He asked, snapping you out of your trance.

"Uh, yeah I was just thinking about the....cookies."

You both laughed it off as you shaped the batter into the cookie's circular shape. You popped them into the oven.

"Now, what can we do to pass the time?" Mark asked seductively as he tapped his chin.

"Well, we can get the icing ready."

He opened the fridge as you searched the cabinets for a plate to put the cookies on. You turned around and were met by Mark's hand putting icing on your face.

"MARK FISCHBACH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" You yelled at him.

"Having a little fun."

"Get this off of my face right now," you demanded.

"Okay, just don't pull away."

"Wha-" you were interrupted by Mark kissing the icing off of your face.

It was hard to stay mad at him because you thoroughly enjoyed it. He continued to kiss down your neck.

"Mark, we have to stay on task."

"I am on task."

You held back a moan as he hit your sweet spot.

"I mean this task," you said pointing at the oven.

He put you on the counter and continued to kiss you. You grabbed the icing and smothered his face in it.

"You better get this off of my face."

"Mmm, no," you said as you walked away.

"(Y/N), get back here!" He yelled as he chased you.

You ran upstairs and into the bedroom. He cornered you by the bed.

"Ha, now you can't get away," he said as he gripped your waist.

You moaned as he kissed down your neck. He ripped his shirt off as he threw you on the bed. You took yours off as he climbed on top of you.

"This is going to taste so goo-" he was interrupted by the oven beeping.

"D*** you oven, always at the best part!" He yelled as you both got out of bed and put your shirts back on.

You iced up the cookies and they were ready to go. You had to leave in thirty minutes if you were to get there on time. He picked you up and laid you on the counter.

"M-Mark, we are going to be late," You said in between moans.

"No we won't," He said as he stripped down.

You two were very, very late.