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cyanideandink · 2 months ago

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❥ 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐟.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. you get to clean up after another one of mark's alternate selves. only here's the thing. he isn't done, and you seem to be his new plaything. the one catch? you can't keep your mouth shut or your ego in check. there's only one way to fix that...

warnings: f!reader. mohawk!reader. lensless!Mark. dubious consent (probably?). minor blood and injury. canon typical violence. size kink. man handling. p in v. creampie (if that’s a warning).

WC: 6.5k

I didn’t edit this shit amazingly well so sorry if there’s any mistakes

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

Blood scattered throughout the Guardians Headquarters messily, like a beautiful painting, completely in ruins. The walls were cracked and littered with debris and the lifeless bodies of the reformed Guardians. Red stained the once-pristine halls, and the air was heavy with the acrid stench of sweat and decay. The silence was deafening - a stark contrast to the disaster that unfolded here for what seemed like forever ago.

She stood amidst the devastation, her body battered and bloody, but she had a job to do. A duty to everyone who had perished here. She was the only one left - the only one who had survived the massacre.

Well, except for him.

The variant leaned casually against a shattered column, his suit shredded and covered in the remnants of her colleagues, the lenses from his mask evidently missing. His eyes fixated on her, hollow and predatory, and his posture was relaxed, almost lazy, as if he were waiting for a friend outside a coffee shop rather than standing in the middle of a crime scene. His lips curled into an unsettling grin as he noticed her.

"You're still kicking, huh? Sweet, I thought this was gonna to be a one-sided celebration," he said, his tone bright and conversational, like he was welcoming a dear friend.

He pushed himself off the column, stretching his arms above his head with an overdone yawn. He glanced down at the display of corpses, most unrecognizable, huffing an unsatisfied breath, "Y'know, this always happens, I always end up dismembering them too quickly. I can't ever enjoy the fight."

Rolling his eyes, he shoved a familiar cape adorning corpse aside, making her clench her jaw as she witnessed him desecrate the corpse of her former friend and coworker.

His sharp eyes locked onto her again, tongue sliding out to sample the blood from his split lip. He smirked, his tone turning playful. "But you? You've actually got that look in your eyes. Like you're actually gonna try."

She clenched her fists, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of the fallen Guardians pressed down on her, their sacrifice fueling her resolve, but also the audacity of this Mark had her reeling. She couldn't let their death be in vain, and she couldn't sit there and let him disrespect her any longer.

"Are you almost done with your bullshit monologue or manifesto?"

"Woah, watch the attitude. I was just trying to be friendly." He blinked, caught off guard by her response as he took a step closer. "But hey, I like that. You've got guts."

This guy was fucking insane and annoying. He didn't know how to close his mouth, and so you did him a favor. "Yeah, well I have been contemplating what your own would look like with the others." As he neared her, in an instant her fist connected with his jaw, making his head snap to the side. He stumbled back a step, more from surprise than pain.

"Ooh, not bad! Not bad at all," He giddily rubbed his chin as he grinned at her, his eyes flickering over excitedly. "I knew you had it in you."

He cracked his neck, his grin never wavering. "Come on, hero. Entertain me. And hey, if you make me laugh, I might even let you live. No promises, though." He lunged forward, faster than her brain could process, and he grabbed her, pressing into her arms, grip like a vice as his fingers dug into her flesh.

Grimacing, she quickly latched onto him, biting into his shoulder with a force that made him yelp, causing him to drop her on the ground. He hissed, glaring at her, a smile dancing on his lips as he sent a fist to her stomach. She doubled over, gasping for air as he leaned down. "You fight real dirty. I can get behind that." He sent a knee to her ribcage, a sickening crunch echoing, her organs shaking from the impact.

"God, do you ever shut the fuck up?" She groaned, digging an elbow into his own stomach, using the leverage to send her own bloodied flesh into his, blood splattering against her spandex suit.

As she beat him into the ground, he suddenly snatched her wrist. "I am gonna be honest, as hard as I am right now and as attractive as you are, I am gonna have to ask that you to stay away from the face...but really I'm not asking."

Another sharp blow to the head landed on her painfully, and as she coughed up another pint of blood her gaze flitted up at Mark, shiny streaming tears cascading down her face. "You look real good like that, though I am disappointed in the lack of noise." He pouted at her, bottom lip protruding out as he feigned a look of innocence.

"I get I've got a pair of boobs but you'd think it would take more to get a man off," Scoffing, she went to strike him again, but he ceased her movement.

He found her interesting. Frustrating and yet so deeply intriguing. "I can get a pair of tits anywhere, but this? Pure entertainment and a display of debauchery and beauty in one?" He whistled.

He reached out, to which you retaliated, making him glare slightly. "Oh, are you sensitive?" He mocked, twisting her wrist as he leaned close, swiping a tongue along her cheek. As much as she wanted to maim the man in front of her, she knew this may not play out for her like most of her missions did.

"I am so out of your league, you freakshow masochist." And that very quip sealed your fate.

• ────••✦♥︎✦••──── •

Lensless quickly has her caged, one hand tightly gripping the collar of her suit, the other placed firm on the wall beside her head. His knee slots into the empty space between her legs to trap her further, and he pulls her off the wall, dragging her roughly by her collar until she's closer to his face.

All she can do is sit there, limp and bruised, unable to move as he has her cornered. The impact of her back hitting the wall made her eyes shut voluntarily, a sick wave of pleasure crawling in just as she opened them slowly.

His tone managed to still sound amused and nothing less of threatening when he spoke this time. "I don't know why you think it's smart to mouth off to the person who can snap your neck in a split second, but clearly, you don't get what that means."

She retaliates, "I don't need to be told what to do by you, asshole."

"Apparently, you do. You fail to understand the fact that I have the upper hand here, get it? If I was in your situation, I would shut my pretty mouth up and be a good little pet. But I guess you just don't get it." Lensless's eyes narrow slightly, his smile unnerving as his fist tightens on her collar. He keeps a level and airy tone. "You're my bitch. If I tell you to bend and break, then you're gonna fucking bend and break."

It's increasingly difficult to speak with her collar choking her, Lensless practically holding her up by it, but she still manages to spit out, "I am nobody's bitch."

"You really don't get it, do you? I guess I have to spell it out," Lensless scoffs with a grin, "You're just a human girl, a girl with a bratty fucking attitude and a dirty little mouth. You should appreciate the fact you're still alive right now."

That phrase in particular, just a girl - the way he says it is laced with so much animosity, chewed up and spat from his lips, like he hates having to even say the words. Like it’s something about her, about this world, he absolutely, wholeheartedly despises.

Her hands reach for his, grabbing at his knuckles, at where he grips your suit, but to no avail; he refuses to let up. His thigh slides further upwards until she’s sat between it, and she can start to feel the slightest amount of friction between her legs.

She counters, “Well, aren’t you sweet? This is what you call kind? Beating the fuck out of me, destroying my planet, and talking down to me like I’m some kind of animal?”

“The way I’m treating you is all you deserve. I could kill you right now, but I’m generous enough to let you live your pathetic fucking life. If you knew what’s good for you, if you were at all smart, you’d ditch the attitude and be on the ground, licking the blood off my boots.”

“No,” She shakes her head, and despite her situation, even though it would seem like he has the advantage here, she still has a way of weaving her way underneath his skin. “Angstrom tells you what to do, and dogs like you always do as they’re told.”

“Angstrom told me I could put any of you down if you hinder or get in the way of my orders. If you think your insignificant life means anything to us, you’re dead wrong.”

“Put me down, hm?” She cocked an eyebrow, a dry laugh escaping her mouth, “You don’t have the fucking balls.”

Lensless taunts, grinning wide. “Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so.”

After she utters those words, everything happens in a matter of seconds.

The grip on her collar flexes before he twists, still holding onto her. He roughly flings her away from the wall, with enough force that she stumbles and falls on her ass. Managing to push herself up, Lensless standing over and watching, allowing her to shakily stand on her feet. She doesn’t have the time to prepare to fight, though, because the second she’s got her bearings, the only thing she sees is him cracking his knuckles before his fist connects with her face.

Fuck, he hit her hard. So hard she falls back again, until she’s on the ground. She feels blood welling at her split lip, and she tastes it on her tongue, where she accidentally hit down. The concrete is icy cold against her skin; it feels good, almost, helping to soothe the stinging throughout her body.

She didn’t expect him to hit her like that…though, in hindsight, she should’ve seen it coming. Slowly, her senses start to return, the pain beginning to fade, but her daze completely shatters when she feels Lensless’s foot come down on her face.

He steps on her head with what feels like his full weight, grinding her cheek under his foot like she’s a doormat.

Although her state doesn’t make it easy, she’s still able to see him in the corner of her vision; his expression patronizing, as if he’s looking down at something far lesser, an insect, a pet.

“You didn’t put up much of a fight, did you?” He taunts, his eyes examining her. “Only a few hits take you out after all this? Maybe you aren’t as fun as I thought.”

She ignores him. “Get your foot off my fucking face.”

Lensless leans his head down a little. He’s silent, and in the corner of her eye, she sees the way his jaw flexes.

This is what it’s like to lose against him, to find herself beneath him, obedient. However, the most pitiful position she’s been in since she met him also happens to be the most exciting.

The thrill from before: she can feel it now, even stronger. In reality, it never truly went away. She’s annoyed, but her heart pounds in her rib cage. Her head feels fuzzy and light, fogging up and obscuring her vision, making it hard to think clearly or rationally.

She should be done, really done with this. The attitude, the fight, the bloodshed. A boot to her face should be the final straw. But should means nothing to her. Since when has she done what’s correct, what she should be doing?

She said it herself. He isn’t going to kill her. The heart-racing thrill; she wants more, she can take more.

There’s a little smile tugging at her own lips when she speaks again, and she hopes Lensless can’t hear it in her voice. “Angstrom told you not to fight me, did he not? Wonder what he’s gonna say when he finds out you went directly against orders.”

“Do you want another thrashing, maybe you are a little masochistic?”

“Tch. You’re a dick.”

“Yeah, sure.” He licks the blood from his busted lip, letting a sigh out. “What’s your point?”

Her point? Her point is he’s infuriating, deplorable, the most insufferable and despicable person she’s ever had the misfortune of having to deal with. And yet, he’s the most captivating person you’ve ever encountered.

No one has put her in her place quite like this before. Nobody has ever made her feel this overpowered, this pathetic. There’s something exciting about Lensless Mark being the first.

There’s a thrill in the feeling of being conquered by him, by having the power shifted away. And there’s excitement in the feeling of getting closer to him, when his hands were on her, when his mouth was just inches from hers.

There’s a certain dizziness to the way he smells, to the way he effortlessly roars over her, to how physically strong she knows he is, even though he holds himself back. The low, honeyed lull of his voice goes right between her legs every single time he talks.

Maybe she wants to break him just as much as she wants to be broken. The idea of getting closer to him is absolutely alluring.

“You wanna know what my point is? Do you?” She taunts, finally breaking the silence between the two of them.

Lensless fiddles with his suit, causing the material to snap back against his skin. He replies simply, without any elaboration: “Nope.”

“My point is I think you’re compensating for something.”

Lensless snorts, “Really? You were silent for so long, and that’s the best you can come up with? Man.”

“I’m not saying it ‘cause it’s an insult I’m saying it ‘cause it’s fucking true,” She huffed, speaking through gritted teeth. She’s looking right up at him now, her glare evident. Lensless stares back with amusement and a hint of interest.

She continues, “Guys like you only act this way because they’re compensating for what they don’t have. Did it make you feel good? To beat me bloody? Why don’t you toss me around a little more, it might make you feel even better.”

“I wouldn’t have needed to if you would’ve just listened…as fun as it was.”

“This isn’t about teaching a lesson. This is about you wanting to take your anger out on a poor superhero.”

“You run your mouth way too much for your own good. For a ‘poor superhero’ you were acting real cocky earlier. What happened to that? Now look at you.” He jabbed.

Then, Lensless Mark leans over, resting his weight on his knee. In a quieter tone, he says, “So, are you going to be good and quiet, or should I shut you up myself?”

She eyes him up and down, barely able to keep her guard up. “Are you going to answer any of my questions?”

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Are you compensating for something? Or not?”

He scoffs, “Are we really still on this bullshit?”

“The fact that you won’t tell me means I’m right. You’re probably a virgin, getting all bitchy with me cause you’re mad no women will ever pay you any attention.”

He rolls his eyes, tensing up slightly, “Watch it.”

But she doesn’t. “Is it fun to be Angstrom’s measly little dog? I’m sure they keep you on a tight leash, never allowing you any fun. I bet you spend all your time killing for others, doing errands for that bastard, hoping someday you’re gonna get what he promised. I’m sure that-“

She cut herself off with a sharp intake of breath when she felt Lensless wrap a hand around her throat. The pressure is only slight, but it’s enough to bruise. He digs his nails in, enough to send thin rivulets of blood trickling down her neck.

Her own blood has been spilled so many times, but this time she felt high.

Lensless exhales deeply, rolling his shoulders back to relieve some of the tension there, before he finally speaks.

“Why don’t you say what you said again? To my face this time.”

The irritation and anger she felt from him earlier have all but disappeared, replaced by the smooth, playful tone she’s become more than familiar with. She can hear his breathing, soft and controlled. She can see the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

Once again, the balance has shifted, but not in a way either of them expected.

She answered, “I said you’re a mutt. And not a very good one.”

“And? What else?”

“And that you have a small dick.”

Lensless taunts, voice teasing, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Oh?” She huffed out a dry laugh, “Is that an offer?”

He scoffs, eyes narrowing with a smile. “Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t think I know your game? Do you think I’m stupid?”

He’s caught onto her, hasn’t he?

A sheepish grin tugs at the corners of your cheeks. “Sure, I think you’re quite smart. I just think you’d gain more experiencing the other things of life.”

Lensless keeps a hold on her chin, gripping tighter. The pad of his thumb brushes over her bottom lip, where the blood is nearly dried. She’s got all over, and his hand is cold, causing her to shiver.

He continues, voice low, “How do you imagine all of this playing out? Acting like a brat isn’t going to get you anywhere.” His eyes flicker down to the shallow wounds all over her body, a stream of blood that is fresh still lingers, threatening to drip down. Then, his gaze flicks back to her face, resting on her lips. “All you did was end up getting hurt.”

“I don’t think it’s what I want. I think it’s what you want.”

“You’re projecting.”

She can’t help but chuckle at that. “Isn’t it hard? It has to be difficult, following someone else’s orders, never having the opportunity to take what you want. Why don’t you be selfish for a change?” She taunted.

His touch, eerily delicate and light, a perfect juxtaposition to his next words. “What’s difficult is having to deal with you. I should kill you quickly.”

Something in him snapped. “I think you want me to bend you over and fuck you over the corpses of your friends, yeah? Is that what you want?” He gripped her tight, pulling her in until she’s able to press her lips to his neck.

Whatever he was hoping to say dies out when she squeezes him. He sighs deeply, sliding down the wall slightly, hips subtly shifting to give her better access.

She palms his dick; he’s so warm there, throbbing under her touch, so much that he can feel his cock pulse through the fabric.

She squeezes harder and he can feel precum dribble out, getting his dick messy, his boxers filthy.

She presses a long, lingering kiss to his collar, admiring the blood smeared against his skin, up and down his neck, the yellow of his suit marked with a vivid bloodstain.

“Wow, you’re so hard,” She teased, “Is this just from me kissing you? I had no idea you wanted me this badly.”

The only thing he can manage to mutter into your ear is a quiet, forceless, “Quit.”

“Why should I?” And Lensless swallows hard to clear his throat.

“I should be killing you.” He murmurs.

“Oh?” She smirked. “So that’s what you want, you want me to stop?”

Abruptly, she took her hand away, his cock ached even more, suddenly feeling terribly confined.

“Fucking,” Lensless growled, hand squeezing her neck. “What I want right now is for you to shut up.”

“Hah, is that so? And how are you gonna do that? Are you gonna shut my mouth with—“ Her hand returned to grasp him, stroking the shape of his cock through his pants, and Lensless let out a groan. “—this?”

The second she began palming him again it was like she ignited something within him. The last of his resolve had wavered, his need for her reaching its limit. His breath started to quicken and he grabbed her side with a tight grip, testing the stretch of her suit. His lips hovered over her neck, breath warm, and he finally says what she’s been waiting to hear.

“Yeah, you’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you?” His voice is low and sultry, laced with a hint of annoyance. “Bet you’re dying to have my cock down your throat. As if you even deserve it, considering the way you’ve acted.”

A soft whimper escaped her mouth before she could stop it, and she swore she could hear him huff the faintest chuckle. He ran his hand down her lower back until he met the curve of her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

Her eyelids flutter, and he mutters into her neck, “You’re awfully quiet now.”

It’s difficult to formulate a sentence when his hands are all over her, but she manages to hesitantly ask, “And…And if I say that I do? If I say I’d like that?”

Lensless presses his lips to cut, placing a kiss so unexpectedly soft and gentle it sends her reeling. His fingers thread up through the base of her scalp, sending a shiver down her spine. He answers, “I’m not sure if you’ve earned it, honestly. You’d be lucky if I gave you that. The most you deserve is my boot to grind down on.”

She’s not even thinking before she babbles, “I deserve it, I do. I…please.”

“Oh you’re so greedy,” He hums, muttering breathlessly between his lips against her neck.

“I like it when you beg for me, it’s fitting for a pet like you. Why don’t you beg a bit more, then maybe I’ll consider it.”

This may be the first time she’s ever listened to his orders, but the second she’s realizes that, pleas are already falling from her mouth and she can’t do anything to stop them.

“Mark, please.” She whines, and it’s the first time she’s said his name like this, too. The way she says it so desperately, like she really does need him - Lensless Mark feels his heart skip a beat in his chest, and his dick pulsed under her hand. “I really want it. Don’t be mean.”

“No,” He scolds, his eyes narrowing, and he leans in, speaking softly, lips centimeters from hers, “If you want it so bad, then ask properly. Tell me what you want nicely.”

She hesitated for a moment, listening to the heavy breaths — hers and his — as they echoed around the alley. Only for a second, though, because she knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

Finally, she stammers, "I want your cock, Mark," She gulped, Lensless's breath hitches, and then, you continue, "I want it in my mouth, want you down my throat."

"Fuck, you think you can take it?" He muttered breathlessly, taking a step back from her. He eyes her up and down briefly. "Get on your knees, then."

He held the back of her head, coaxing her to her knees. He mentally cursed at himself for being lenient with her after her mean streak. But right now he really didn't care about anything but the sensation of her lips around him.

And when he sees the way she obediently sinks down to her knees iin front of him, hands promptly fiddling with with his lower half; it makes his head feel hazy, clouded with a certain sense of pleasure and pain.

She stared up at him for a moment, and Lensless chides, "What are you waiting for? You're not bitching out, are you? You're the one who wanted this."

She shook her head and replied, "I'm not. I'd never. And I won't change my mind."

"Good. That's what I like to hear."

The outline of his cock is even more noticeable now in his suit, thick and heavy where it sits on his thigh. There's a bit of wetness seeping through the material, from where his precum has dripped out and soddened it.

He's so fucking hard — she can't help but tease, "See, I knew you wanted this too."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" He snaps, eyebrows furrowing, "God, such a pain. Why don't you put that pretty mouth of yours to use, show me it's good for more than just complaining."

"Oh? You think it's pretty?"

He seems to falter for a moment. "It's-" He interrupts himself with a shuddery gasp when he feels her tongue pressed against his clothed cock, breathing hot air that he can feel even through the spandex.

Freeing him, she stared in awe. It's thick, pale, with a slight curve to it — it’s so damn pretty that she nearly drools at the sight. Lensless grabs her face with a free hand just as she wraps her hand around the base of his dick, stroking him to a lazy rhythm.

He shifts his hips so his cock can lay against her cheek, admiring the way it dwarfed her face, a half-hearted chuckle escaping his lops. His brings his thumb to the tip of his cock while her loose palm continued to pump him. A faint, wet sound echos in her ears as he rubs circles over the slit, gathering the precum that leaked. He presses his thumb to her mouth, and when her lips parted he shoved it in, smearing it over her tongue.

Lensless presses the tip of his cock to her lips and she feels it throb hard when she kisses it. Once she took him into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head down on him, throat adjusting, Lensless gulped and praised, "Atta girl..keep taking it just like that. Don't worry about your teeth grazing."

God, if being scolded by him made her feel high, then being praised by him made her feel ascended.

She swirls her tongue around him. His whole body shivers, and he leans back further against the wall to support himself. Her head felt fuzzy and she whimpered weakly around his cock. Lensless presses down on the back of her head with one hand.

He takes a deep inahle before mumbling, "Oh that's it, baby," the pet name slipping before he even registers it. The tip of her nose nudged his pelvis and he held her in place, watching the way she struggled to take him, muffled gags sending vibrations down his length.

"Finally quiet. Good." He hummed breathlessly, and he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her eyes flickered around as he slid out of her mouth suddenly, and his voice interrupted her wandering gaze quickly. "Look at me," he commands, "Don't look anywhere else, I want you focused on me."

She offered a shallow nod, and he forced her back down on him, inching his cock further into her mouth. Even though it is difficult to breathe, he tastes good. She began to match his pace, bobbing her head in tune with his movements, swallowing him up as best as she could manage.

It's messy, wet tears coating your cheeks, spit dribbling from the corners of your lips. His dick leaks warm precum down her throat. The shaft glistens from her drool each time she pulls back, smeared a diluted red from what remained of her bloodied lips.

"So pretty when you cry for me." His breathing sped up, his pace growing rougher, until he's fucking her mouth relentlessly, rolling his hips in an attempt to get even closer. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna—“ He cuts himself off with a loud moan, grip tightening in her hair, his head tossed back. She swallowed every drop, and when he is sure he is spent, he slumps against the wall.

He pulled her up, palm still holding her side as he switched positions with her. His hand fumbled with her suit, sliding it all the way down. His fingertips are nimble, and his palms callused, but his touch is ecstasy. His lips pressed hard against hers, groping her through her bra, making her groan into his mouth.

Lensless's hand slowly slides down, feeling the curves of her body. One of his hands settles on her waist, the other placed on the small of her back. Lensless guides her until she is arched to fit perfectly under him; his tall frame is leant almost completely over hers, his hips pressed up flush to her ass.

Wrapping his arms under her stomach to pull her closer, the stiff outline of his cock rubbed up against her ass. He cupped her pussy in his hand, feeling the warmth. He tore the fabric straight off of her.

Lensless lets out a deep sigh of relief as he eases inside, pushing past the initial tight ring of her cunt, stretching her barely around the tip of his cock.

Without a second thought, desperate pleas continuously fall from her lips, "Please, please, please."

It's warm, wet, tight, especially from this angle. Lensless’s breath hitches the second he's pressed in, and as his cock slowly fills her, the pleasure starting to build up again, he clumsily grabs her chin, pulling her in until her lips come crashing onto his.

He notices the way she began to buckle, his arms around her middle holding her up tighter, closer to himself. His other hand wrapped around her throat, enough to bruise, make her head floaty and high, nerves going numb.

In a tone that's deep, smooth, intense, Lensless muttered into her ear, "That's a good girl."

Then, he rewards her, sliding himself into her slowly, stretching her out around his thick length. His knuckles tense, fingers tightening around her neck. Through heavy eyelids, his gaze flickers down; Lensless watches, vision hazy and blurred at edges as the shaft of his cock is buried deeper and deeper inside. He is so wrapped up in the sight that he almost doesn't hear when she begs for more.

And he does; he groans when he's sheathed himself all the way in, down to the hilt, roughly but slowly rocking his hips. He's so deep; she can feel his cock in her stomach, throbbing to a dull rhythm. His hips are shoved deft to her ass, his warm, bare, sweat and blood soaked skin pressed against hers.

Lensless takes a moment to catch his breath. She takes him perfectly, just as well as he imagined - no, better. She felt so good around him, squeezing him tightly when he nestles in deeper, sucking him back in greedily when he tries to pull out. Perhaps if he knew from the start she would feel this good, he would not have wasted so much time; he'd have her bent over for him the minute she arrived.

She felt his warm breath on her ear, his quiet voice, genuine and strained, "You feel so, so good."

Speeding up his rhythm, Lensless fucks into you with shallow thrusts, each movement rough but slightly mindful as he feels her try to adjust to the stretch of him. He gives her neck one more squeeze as he shoves his cock in, sending blood rushing to her head, before he drags his hand over her stomach. With the heel of his palm, he presses down, adding more pressure, and she can't help but call out his name.

"Mark," She managed, voice threatening to break at the end.

"You want more? So greedy, you want me to fuck you harder, yeah?" Lensless interrupts, saying exactly what was on her mind.

His hands grip her bare sides, fingers tightening, palms warm. He starts fucking her like he really means it, burying his cock in over and over. His hips hit her ass, bouncing off the enclosed walls of the alley. She can hear him in her ear, his gasps for air, hushed curses, little moans of ecstasy he's unable to contain, and she's practically biting her tongue to shut herself up.

Her hands tighten, grabbing uselessly at the wall, fingertips scraping the surface. Lensless suddenly grabs her by the chin, roughly jerking her head upwards, and she hears him mumble something that sounds like, "Open."

She takes the hint, opening her mouth wide, and while he is still fucking her, rutting his hips to a desperate fervor, Lensless messilu spits - The glob drips from his tongue, a string of drool mixed with blood, a total mess of his saliva. When it falls into her mouth she gulps, and Lensless groans, his dick throbbing at the sight, at the way she eagerly swallows down his blood and spit.

He slides completely out, and when he thrusts in again, that's when they hear it — A disgustingly wet noise, so loud, the echo seeming to fill the entire alley.

Heat rises to her cheeks, and a low chuckle falls from Lensless's mouth. "So fucking wet..." He taunts, "You're so loud. God, what am I going to do with you?"

He keeps his palm deft to her mouth as he begins rutting into her harder again, burying his face into her neck to stifle his noise. He fucks her faster, harder, pushing his fill weight into every thrust. His pace grows ragged as he chases his own pleasure, hand shifting, thumb pressing to her lips, urging her to part them. And when she does, he's shoving his thumb into her mouth, pressing it to her tongue, mumbling the command: "Suck on it."

She does as she's told, lips closing around his thumb as she sucks eagerly, moans muffled, quiet. Lensless feels himself start to lose control, his edge growing closer.

He groans, "Shit, I can't—I’m close—“ He thinks he can hold out, but when she starts whimpering around his finger, shiftinger her weight on her heels as her ass presses into him, urging him to fuck her even deeper, he's pressing his lips to her throat, "You want my cum?"

"Yeah, yeah, I want it-"

"F-Fuck...you gonna ask for it nicely?"

"Uh huh," She's stammering, nodding her head feverishly, Lensless fucking her to a desperate pace. "Please, I want your cum, Mark, please."

He moans into her mouth as he kisses her, his tongue swirling around hers, her hands fisted in his collar to drag him in even closer. He buries his cock in deeper, all the way, and it's so much, too much — His dick is so sensitive he can hardly stand it, and it's so damn messy when he thrusts in, the shaft smeared with his cum, her pussy dripping with her own arousal. He pulls his lips away from hers to gasp for breath, starting to fuck her to a steady rhythm, as best he can handle.

His head is cloudy, all his limbs feel light, and when he buries himself in the tight warmth of her cunt, he finds himself drowning in the feeling. “You feel so good, so amazing—” She’s so warm, so close, and there's so much pleasure. So much, so much, so much, and, God, he's going to lose his fucking mind.

Her hand holds the back of his head, fingers threading through his soft hair. When he suddenly thrusts into her hard, she whimpers, gripping close to the scalp, sending tingles down his neck and over his shoulders. “You take me so well, you know that?”

Lensless can feel sweat dripping from his brow, can hear the wet squelch of his cock fucking into her soaked cunt.

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby? Tell me what you want, I wanna make you cum.”

She nods and babble without a second thought, “Mhm, please.”

He gasps “Oh my God…” His pace growing faster, less contained. It's hard for him to breathe, even harder for him to think, but the way she says his name is so amazing, so perfect, all he knows is that he needs to hear her say it again.

Lensless grips her waist tighter, tight enough she’s sure his grip will bruise. He commands breathlessly, "Want you to say my name again. Tell me who's fucking you so good right now."

His voice is all it takes to have her oblige: She chants his name, over and over again, telling him. Each time it falls from her lips, his heart skips a beat, his dick throbs and holy shit — He needs to give her his cum, he needs to finish with her, more than he thinks he's needed anything in this goddamn world.

With each thrust in, he's hitting that perfect sweet spot deep in her core, pushing her to the edge. She feels it coming, her breath starting to quicken, her muscles starting to tense, the pleasure boiling and boiling and —

Her eyes screw shut, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum…"

"Yeah, h-hah, I'm close too," Her high approaches with a rush of adrenaline and waves of pleasure, and just before she falls to pieces, just as she’s reaching her peak, Lensless’s deep and smooth voice mutters instructions that push her right over the edge.

“Cum for me. Get my dick nice and wet, pretty girl.”

She’s falling apart for him then, her whole body tensing, her hands clamoring at his back, grabbing fistfuls of his suit, her cunt throbbing around his dick; she buries her head into his shoulder to stifle her noise, but Lensless can still hear her moans, her wobbly chants of his name. Mark, Mark, Mark — Over and over again, so fucking desperate, so pretty, and all for him.

Lensless presses a firm hand to the back of her head, holding her there, close to himself. He fucks her clumsily, his hips beginning to stutter, and when he feels her cum on him, squeezing like a vice around his cock, he can't hold himself back from riding the same high.

He shoves himself in deep, fucking her shallowly through his orgasm, his cock spilling inside, filling her with the last of his cum. He gasps out her name as he finishes, incoherent strings of curses and gasps alongside it. His vision goes white, his hands tremble as he holds onto her sides, and his whole body shudders before his muscles relax.

Time appears frozen in place for a few short moments. She began to catch her breath, her heart rate slowing down, the high she was feeling starting to fade. Once exhaustion hits her limbs, her body slump. His breath feels warm on her cheek as he exhales shallow gasps. Her eyelids feel heavy, sleepy, the warmth of his body held close to hers just amplifying the feeling.

“So, you’re not gonna kill me, then?”

“I don’t know…I think I need more convincing..maybe you could demonstrate for me again, just like this.”

“You’re sick.”

“Am I?”

“Completely.”

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