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Marko eating a pussy during shark week? 👀 He eats it for HIS pleasure 🙏

[A/n] I apologize to the three anons who requested this for the wait! I hope this fic finds you well. Thank you so much for the spicy requests. I had a ton of fun writing this one. Let me know what you think! Oh, and don’t judge me. 🙈

Shark Week

[Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader; Marko & Dwayne-centric]

[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35 years later.]

[Fic Warnings] 18+ MDI (SMUT) – Hypnosis, Period Sex, Predator/Prey Dynamics, Violence/Aggression, Cunnilingus, Blood Drinking, Rough Sex, Biting, and Fisting.

[Summary] You’re on your period and want to rest, but to your chagrin, Marko and the boys decide they want breakfast in bed.

You groaned, curling into a ball on your bed while clutching your abdomen. Your period had just come on, and you felt awful.

Your head was pounding, your back hurt, and you had the most horrible cramps. You wanted nothing more than to just lie in bed and sleep, but you had a feeling that wasn’t in the cards tonight.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the boys slinking around the entryway of your nest, sniffing the air and licking their lips with predatory hunger in their eyes.

You hated being on your period around them because you never got any peace. You always felt like fresh meat to be devoured, so you tried to stay as far away from them as possible.

When you first began dating, you made excuses not to hang out, staying home until nature had run its course. But since the boys have kidnapped you insisted you’d live with them – there was nowhere to hide when it was that time of the month.

“Aww, what’s wrong, babe?” Paul purred as he strolled into the room, a wide grin on his face. “Aunt Flo came to visit?”

You glowered, rolling your eyes at the cheeky blond, unappreciative of his shenanigans. “Yes, Paul,” you grumbled, “My cycle came, and I just want to sleep.”

“Poor thing,” Marko cooed as he perched himself on the bed, “Anything we can do to make you feel better?”

“Besides letting me get some rest?” You muttered in irritation. “No, not at all.”

“Come on, Mama,” Dwayne crooned from the doorway, “a nice full-body massage will help you feel better.”

You scoffed, your eyes flicking to the brunette. You were now hip to his little tricks. Dwayne loved luring you into bed with promises of cuddles or a massage when he was super horny, only to fuck you silly for hours, leaving you exhausted and sore. You weren’t in the mood for his games today.

“I’m not falling for that again, Dwayne,” you snarked, causing the other boys to snicker.

People thought David, Marko, and Paul were the ones to look out for, but Dwayne was the sneakiest. His reserved nature and romantic persona made him appear non-threatening, but he could be just as cunning and vicious as the others when he wanted to be, if not more.

Dwayne smirked, winking at you before falling back to let David try his luck.

“You’re in pain, dollface,” David cajoled as he leaned against the doorway, “an orgasm can make it all go away.”

You huffed, scooting against the headboard and away from the four hungry vampires. “You’re not worried about my pain,” you accused, “the four of you just want breakfast in bed.”

The boys chuckled, shooting each other knowing looks while feigning hurt feelings.

“I’m wounded you would even think that, babe,” Paul purred, with puppy dog eyes and his hand on his chest, clutching his ‘invisible’ pearls.

“It’s the truth,” you retorted as you pulled your knees to your chest. “You’ve been circling me like sharks for hours. You just want to feed from me. Please, leave me alone.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love our touch, doll,” David purred as he slithered closer. “You know you can’t get enough of it.”

“I–I know,” you began incredulously, “but–”

“Come on, beautiful,” Marko impishly cooed, leaning into you, his eyes bleeding from hazel-green to red-orange, “we only want a taste, and it’ll make your pain all better.”

You whimpered and turned your head, not wanting to become trapped in his devious gaze, but the blond grasped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. You shivered as you fell into the fiery inferno of his orbs, your mind becoming cloudy and dazed. Your pain melted away, along with your apprehension for their touch, leaving only calm and wanton yearning.

He caressed your cheek, and you moaned, leaning into the warmth of his glove.

Marko smirked, flashing his brothers a lecherous grin. “My thrall, my meal,” the curly-haired blond cooed.

Paul scoffed, throwing his hands into the air in frustration. “That’s not fair, dude,” he whined. “DAVID?!”

“Calm down, Paulie,” David soothed as he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear. “You got first bite last night, and Dwayne and I got first fuck when we had those twins over for dinner a week ago. It’s his turn. Let him have his fun.”

“We can have our turn after him,” the platinum blond finished with finality, turning on his heel to give you and Marko some privacy.

Paul refused to budge, glaring at the curly-haired blond as he undressed you. He only left when Dwayne grabbed him by his collar and dragged him from your nest.

You were left alone with Santa Carla’s greediest shark, the smallest of the pack, with the most insatiable appetite.

Gripping your thighs, Marko yanked you towards him, pulling you down from the headboard to rest on your back. He removed your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them over his shoulder.

“Open,” he ordered, gleefully smirking as you obeyed without hesitation, your eyes glazed over but dilated with want.

He inhaled your delectable scent of feminine musk and copper as he tugged at the tiny cotton string that hung from your orifice, pulling your tampon free.

Holding it above his head, he teased the dangling treat with his tongue, licking your menses before popping it into his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sucked, rolling the morsel along his tongue like a piece of candy.

Once he’d drained it of your nectar, Marko tossed it to the side; his appetizer was now complete, and he was ready for the main course.

Lying on his belly, he positioned himself between your parted legs and hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you in place.

Your core wept, your blood flowing freely, and he didn’t hesitate to bury his head between your legs, his tongue lapping at the delicacy that exited your body.

You cooed as Marko licked, nibbled, and sucked at your folds, his cheeks and chin stained with red as he feasted on you. Wiggling in ecstasy, your legs trembled in his arms as your back arched.

“You like that, beautiful?” Marko cooed into your folds, his warm breath tickling you in all the right places.

“YES,” you gasped, panting as he teased your clit with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth, sucking on the bundle of nerves for a moment before pulling back.

“Well, too bad,” he giggled as he lowered his head to avoid your swollen nub, returning to your dripping cunt.

You whined, squirming in his arms and bucking your hips toward his nose to try to apply some friction, but he moved his head every time, adjusting so you wouldn’t receive any additional stimulation besides what he was willing to provide.

“Marko, PLEASE,” you pleaded as your fingers clenched the silk of your bed sheets. Throwing your head back, you rolled your hips against his mouth in shameless desperation.

You could feel the pressure building in your belly, but Marko was selfish; he wasn’t giving you enough to send you over the edge to sweet release.

“Please, let me cum,” you begged again in frustration, lifting your head with half-lidded, glassy eyes. “Use your fingers, your tongue, ANYTHING.”

“No can dooo,” Marko sang teasingly before returning to his meal, ignoring your pleas.

You tried to scoot away from him, dragging your body toward the headboard to disconnect yourself from his mouth in rebellion. But he remained attached like a leech, and you only ended up pulling him with you, the curly-haired blond never breaking his stride as he continued to tongue you down.

You collapsed in defeat, whimpering as your neglected walls spasmed around air, pathetically seeking anything to hold onto to reach orgasm.

“What’s wrong, Mama?” Dwayne purred silkily as he leaned in the doorway, his baritone voice music to your ears.

You didn’t want to be bothered with his antics earlier because your back hurt, but now you longed for his touch. Dwayne was far from a selfish lover. Every time he enticed you, he worshiped your body like you were a goddess.

“He won’t let me cum,” you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes.

“My poor baby,” the brunette crooned as he stepped into the room, ignoring a hissing and snarling Marko between your legs. “Do you want Daddy to take care of you instead?”

“Yes,” you whined pitifully, staring pleadingly at the brunette in wanton need, a moment of clarity slipping through to convey what you desired.

His irises burned, swirling until chocolate faded into red-orange. Your eyes widened as the cloudy haze of Marko’s thrall was lifted before quickly being replaced with Dwayne’s.

You giggled, staring at the brunette with lust-filled doe-eyes as you reached out to him, your arms stretched to welcome his embrace.

“What the hell, dude?” Marko growled in irritation, his hazel greens blazing red as his mind ensnared yours, staking its claim to you again.

You gasped as your vapid lust melted away, your pitiful desire for the curly-haired blond’s torturous caress returning, causing you to moan and buck into his mouth.

Dwayne growled, annoyance bubbling in his chest as his mind reached out to yours once more. “Let her go, Marko,” Dwayne whispered, “she knows who she wants.”

“It’s not about what she wants,” the blond challenged as he slipped from between your legs and vacated the bed. “It’s about what I want,” Marko cooed as he snarled at his brother. “My thrall, my meal, remember?”

Dwayne stared him down, indifferent to his brother’s tantrum, before they both turned to you with lascivious intent.

The brothers battled for dominance, for control of your mind, luring you to their whims with their scorching gazes. You whimpered and twitched as blood dribbled from your nose, your head pounding as they manipulated you, your thoughts whirling like a cyclone as your Masters filled it with conflicting orders. Your mind and body didn’t know what to do; your senses were overwhelmed.

“You two better stop it before you fry her,” David quipped from the doorway. “The human mind can only take so much tampering. We already mess around in her head too much.”

“We don’t want a beautiful vegetable for a mate,” David mused with a mirthful smirk, “although Dwayne may like that.”

Dwayne rolled his eyes at David before returning his smoldering gaze to Marko. “He’s hogging her. She belongs to all of us, and he’s been at it for over an hour. He needs to share.”

“David said it was my turn,” Marko growled through gritted teeth, his chest heaving with petulant rage.

David could tell the two were about to go at it, so he had to resolve the situation quickly and fairly.

“But I also said we’d all get a turn after you, Marko,” the platinum blond retorted firmly. “So, let Dwayne have his turn, so Paul and I can have ours.”

Marko snarled moodily but didn’t challenge David. He merely glared at the platinum blond and the brunette while he crawled over you, crushing his lips to yours in a sloppy bloody kiss.

He stormed from the room, licking his chops, leaving you alone with Dwayne and David.

The pack leader shook his head as he watched him go, knowing the little gremlin was seconds from combusting with fury. If he went to feed, the unfortunate soul who crossed his path was in for an exquisite death.

“You owe me,” David drawled as he strolled from the room. “You have an hour, so make it count. Paul and I are next.”

Dwayne nodded, approaching you hungrily as you lay stained in crimson, your mouth and nose smeared with blood, and your pussy weeping. You stared at him dreamy-eyed as you mewled needily.

“Please fuck me,” you moaned as your orbs met his.

“How do you want Daddy to give it to you?” He cooed as he loomed over you, his head cocked to the side. “Do you want Daddy to eat your pretty pussy, or do you want Daddy’s dick?”

“Both.” You whispered with large desperate eyes as you squirmed into the mattress.

Dwayne smirked, licking his lips like a hungry lion. “Your wish is my command,” he purred as he dropped his pants and shrugged off his jacket, leaving himself nude in all his glory.

He crawled over you, and you eagerly latched onto him, curling your fingers into his hair and wrapping your legs around his waist as he mounted you. You sighed in contentment when he slipped into your slick warmth, your walls clamping down on him voraciously after hours of agonizing neglect.

Dwayne rolled his hips sensuously, gyrating into you with such deliciousness you couldn’t contain yourself. You wailed under him, relishing the feeling of his girth, his length, as he pounded inside of you. Your cunt clenched and popped as he pulverized you, drilling you into the mattress, every rut from his hips taking you closer to your climax.

You didn’t last long. Marko, the little sadist, had teased you unmercifully for hours, leaving you sensitive and on the precipice of orgasm. Dwayne’s expert ministrations sent you careening off the cliff within minutes.

Your brain became mush from the blinding pleasure that he bestowed upon you. How gracious he was.

“Thank you. Ugh. Fu-GOD, Thank you.” You babbled as you bucked your hips into him, your nails leaving welts down his back.

Dwayne growled into your hair, his face human no more, as he chased his own release. He bit into your throat, pulling back for a moment to gaze upon your form covered in gore. Seeing your blood everywhere sent him over the edge, and he unloaded inside you with a roar, a sound that was beyond inhuman, but was the most sublime you’ve ever heard.

“SHIT, Mama,” he purred huskily into your ear, “you got that grip.”

You breathlessly giggled as you panted into his neck, your legs still locked around his waist. “Mmmm, and you have the best dick, Daddy.”

Dwayne chuckled deeply. “Don’t let the others hear you say that,” he warned as he pulled out, “not if you ever want to leave this room again.”

You laughed again as he kissed your neck, trailing his way down your body. He lavished your breasts with attention, caressing the ample flesh with his plush lips before teasing your nipples with his tongue.

You went limp into the mattress, enjoying the attention he showed your body. Moaning as he kissed your belly, and licked your plump pussy lips.

Dwayne dove into your cunt, feeding from you despite having just cum moments before. He licked and sucked on you, cleaning you up after your messy affair, slurping your juices, your blood, and his seed.

You loved how raw the boys were. They didn’t give a fuck. They were truly uninhibited, living their immortal lives to the fullest. No one could give you pleasure and freedom like they could. No one.

Why were you hesitant to fuck them again? Oh, yeah! Cramps.

You didn’t have them anymore. Dwayne fucked you so good you felt not a cramp or a lick of pain, only rapture.

You wailed when Dwayne began flicking his tongue like a madman, giving your swollen clit the attention it deserved and needed. Your walls were undulating again, and Dwayne filled you with his hand, giving you the massage he had promised earlier, his fingers toying with your G-Spot.

He pumped into you, and you quivered and twitched into the mattress, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your belly clenched. You squirted, covering Dwayne’s chin in a mess of diluted blood and cum, like a strawberry milkshake, and he reveled in it, motorboating your pussy as he lapped up your sweetness.

You collapsed, dazed from pleasure, Dwayne dining on you until he was rudely interrupted by a certain platinum blond.

“Your time is up,” David curtly informed from the doorway with a twitchy Paul and a brooding Marko in tow.

“Say goodnight to the lady,” he crooned as he watched the brunette stroll away, winking at you and blowing a kiss to a pissed-off Marko as he passed before heading to the sleeping chamber.

You smiled dopily at him while he left, your high preventing you from feeling the tension in the room. You didn’t know you were in trouble until you felt cool metal around your wrists, Marko hoisting you towards the headboard to secure you.

You screamed in shock, fear cutting your post-orgasm high short as you stared at the three vampires at the foot of your bed.

“So, what’s this about Dwayne having the best dick?” David crooned as he unzipped his pants, while the others disrobed with predatory and deranged looks in their eyes.

You stuttered, your eyes flicking to the doorway as Dwayne disappeared in the distance. “D-Dwayne?” You whispered, knowing he could still hear you with his vampiric hearing. “D—”

“Dwayne, can’t help you, dollface,” David growled, his eyes blazing as he crawled over your nude and bound body.

“I’ll show you who has the best dick,” he whispered as he put your legs on his shoulders.

FIN.