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sleeper build

Robert "Bob" Reynolds x male reader smut

2.1k words

On the one day you decide to switch it up for lunch and eat outside during your break, of course a man in a chicken suit chooses to join you.

Warning for smut, blowjobs, and 69ing.

On the one day you decide to switch it up for lunch and eat outside during your break, of course a man in a chicken suit chooses to join you. 

It catches you off guard when you tilt your head back and take a sip of your drink, met with the sight of a chicken sitting beside you. You choke on your drink, scrambling to place it down on the ground before you can spill it. 

“Woah,” the man says beside you before a fluffy hand is slapping you on the back, trying to help you get over your coughing fit. “Sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“It’s okay,” you manage once your coughing finally subsides, “I just didn’t expect it.”

“I can find another bench,” the man in the suit says, going to stand up, a bag held in one of his hands. 

“It’s okay!” You say quickly, “sit,” you say, scooting into the arm of the bench to give the man more room. 

“Thanks,” the man responds, plopping back down. “I’m sorry again,” he says, pulling off the head of the costume. 

“It’s,” you start, unzipping your lunch box, and you’re caught off guard once more when you look back up, not expecting the man to be so attractive, “all good,” you breathe once your brain has caught back up with your mouth. 

“What’d you bring for lunch?” The man asks, sending you a smile as he fishes through the bag. You watch as he pulls out a napkin and wipes away the sweat on his face, waiting for you to answer. 

Your lunch break goes by quicker than you hoped, too enthralled in your conversation with the man that you’re almost late getting back. 

“See you tomorrow?” The man asks, sending you a hopeful smile, “I promise to not scare you again,” he adds. 

You do see him tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and then the next few weeks after that. Bob. The man had told you his name the very next day, but what was unknown to you that day was how quickly he became a part of your lunch routine. 

The bench you had sat on had even joined the mix, becoming the spot where you would sit each and every day. Well, almost every day. 

“Hey,” you said to Bob, placing a hand on his wrist, “we can go find another bench,” you said before pulling him towards a different one. 

Bob complied, but not before letting out a huff and following you. “I could make them leave,” he grumbled as you walked. 

“How?” You questioned as you sat down on the new bench, this one much more shaded than the one you’re used to.

“With my sign,” he answered matter-of-factly. 

“What are you going to do? Spin it so fast that it’ll knock them off the bench?” You asked as you opened your lunchbox. 

“I didn’t tell you I could do that?” Bob asked, his face stoic before it crumbled away as you both fell into a bout of laughter.

Your lunch that day was a normal, quiet affair up until the end. You could tell that Bob was nervous by the end, his feathered fingers drumming out a rhythm on his knees.

“Hey,” Bob said softly as you sat back down after returning from throwing your trash away, “you wanna grab a drink tonight?” He asked, his cheeks lightly dusted pink. 

“Is this a date?” You asked, having to keep yourself from smiling too hard. 

“Yeah,” Bob answered, “but only if you want it to be!” He quickly added. 

“I’d like that,” you responded, barely able to contain your smile. 

Though you were excited for your date, you couldn’t deny how tired you felt after work. Not wanting to stay out too late, you had no idea why you agreed to go back to Bob’s place after leaving the bar. You would just chalk it up to exhaustion. 

“Sorry,” Bob said as he held the door open. 

“For what?” You asked, looking back at the man. 

“That bar was a pretty boring place to spend a Friday night at,” Bob answered with a sheepish laugh. His arm brushed yours when he walked up beside you on the sidewalk, sending warmth across the skin. 

“The night is still young,” you responded, trying to reassure the man by linking your fingers together. Your other hand covered your mouth as you yawned, “what’s next on the agenda?” You asked, hoping that Bob could ignore your yawn. 

“A nap, apparently,” Bob answered with a laugh, his other hand moving to your shoulder as you swayed. 

“I just need a power nap,” you responded, trying to fight the drowsiness you felt. Then, when Bob suggested you go back to his place, with the promise of the nice new sheets he was able to afford with his job as a chicken costume-wearing sign spinner, you felt the inklings of a second wind coming on. 

“Where’s your costume?” You asked as you looked around Bob’s bedroom. 

“I take it to a special dry cleaners,” Bob responded as he sat down on the corner of his bed. 

“They make you clean it?” You asked. 

“I don’t know why I said that,” Bob responded with a laugh, “I leave it there,” he said, reaching a long arm out to grab your hand, “nap time.”

Instead of sitting down beside him, you made your way into his lap, catching Bob off guard. “I’m not tired anymore,” you said, looping your arms around his shoulders. 

“Oh,” Bob said, his face growing red, “what do you wanna do now?” He asked, his hands moving to your back to hold you in a steady grip. As he questioned you, his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, answering his own question. 

In what felt like weeks of build-up, your lips finally came together. Bob’s lips were just as soft as they looked and moved against yours in a fluid motion, making you eager to start another one after the first ended. 

“You look so nice like this,” you said after pulling away from the kiss, “have I told you that?” You asked as you ran your hands down the blue sweater Bob wore. 

Bob lets out a chuckle, “you told me at the bar,” he said, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Do you not like my other outfit?” 

You tried to respond, but soon were too busy kissing the smile from his lips. You gasped when you felt the hint of Bob’s tongue on the edge of your lips, his hands tightening around your back as you shifted around. 

You moaned when your clothed cock met Bob’s, his hands moving to your hips to rock your bodies together. Your fingers met a toned stomach when your hands snuck under Bob’s sweater, making you pull back in surprise. 

“Can I?” You asked, pulling away to make enough space. 

“What?” Bob asked with kiss-swollen lips before he caught on. 

“Fuck,” you breathed once Bob pulled his sweater off and his upper body was on full display, “you didn’t get this from twirling that sign did you?” You ran your hands down Bob’s chest, all the way until your fingers met the V-lines that let into his pants.

“Not exactly,” Bob responded, a blush running down his chest that followed the trail of your fingers, “but it helps,” he says, falling back onto the bed when you pushed him softly, “falling asleep on me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Not yet,” you responded, before pulling off your shirt. “Maybe I should become a sign spinner so I could look like you,” you said, as you ran your hands down his chest once more. 

“You look perfect,” Bob said, pushing himself back up to kiss you, “should I ask my boss?”

“Do I have to wear the costume?” You asked before moving forward into another kiss. 

“Mmhmm,” Bob murmured against your lips. His hands moved to cup your ass to rut your hips together, “we probably wouldn’t get any work down,” he said between moans. 

Your hands moved to the button on his pants, Bob making the answer known of what he wanted when he nearly bucked you off his lap. 

“Hold on,” Bob said, “let's get these off.”

You giggled at each other as you got off the bed and tripped over your pants, trying to get them off. After you were both clad in only your underwear, Bob’s arms were wrapped around the small of your back to pull you close. 

At the edge of the bed, you kissed and kissed and kissed. Your hands stayed on Bob’s chest until you couldn’t help but let one move below the waistband of his underwear. 

Tonight, you learned, would be full of surprises. Your eyes nearly went wide, though it shouldn’t have come as that big of a surprise given how prominent his bulge was once you got his pants off. 

You wrapped your fingers around the base and gave his cock an experimental pull, drinking in the gasp Bob let out. You looked down between your bodies, your mouth watering as the wet spot on the front of Bob’s underwear grew. 

Bob whimpered when you pulled your hand away, his hips twitching forward. 

You pressed your lips to his softly before falling down to your knees, coming face-to-face with Bob’s clothed cock. Your eyes flicked up to look at Bob, his hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know where to put them. 

You leaned forward to run your tongue along the wet spot, your tongue meeting soft cotton. The hint of salt on your tongue only made you even more excited, your cock throbbing in your underwear at the taste. 

The stain grew under your tongue, making it stick to the outline of his cock. The side of the head of Bob’s cock peaked through the hole at the front of his underwear, teasing you, even if Bob didn’t actually mean to. You ran your tongue across what skin you could find, Bob moaning in pleasure. 

You decided to take mercy on the man, moving your hands to pull his underwear down. “Careful with that thing,” you said with a laugh as Bob’s cock nearly smacked you in the face. 

“Sorry,” Bob said, his hands cupping your face to assess for any damage. 

“I’m fine,” you said with another laugh. You pulled his hands away at the wrist, placing a kiss on each palm as you moved them one after the other. 

You ran your tongue along the spongy head of Bob’s cock, swallowing the salty taste of his precum when you dug your tongue into the slit. Bob groaned as you sucked softly at the head, wanting to draw more of the salty flavor out. 

You placed your hands on the toned plane of his milky white thighs, your nails digging into the warm skin. Slowly, you went down until just the head of his cock rested on your tongue. You swirl your tongue along the crown, feeling how the muscles in his thighs jumped. 

As you worked your tongue, you pressed the heel of your hand into your hard cock, groaning around the head. 

Bob let out a loud moan, his hips moving back as he pulled his cock free, “wanna taste you, too,” Bob moaned. 

“Yeah?” You asked, ducking down to suck one of his balls into your mouth. 

“Please,” Bob whimpered, “wanna cum with you in my mouth,” he said, and how could you deny such a request?

And as it turned out, Bob’s sheets were soft. Perfect to lay on, and even better to suck cock and get your cock sucked on. 

Laid out on your sides, top to toe, you bobbed your head between Bob’s thighs, the other man doing the same, nearly at the same pace. One of your hands stayed on the bed to retain balance, the other cupped his balls. The flesh was pulled tight to his cock, signaling that he was close. 

Bob’s hand moved around the base of your cock in tandem with what he couldn’t take in his mouth. The movement was wet, messy, and oh so perfect. 

Bob came messily across your tongue in salty spurts. As he did, the vibrations of his moans went straight up your cock, pushing you over the edge. Even as his cock was softening, Bob moaned at the taste of your spend on his tongue. 

At the edge of overstimulation, your cock slipped free, your body satisfied and boneless. 

Still laid out at the edge of the bed, Bob rolled around until he was at your back, one of his arms thrown lazily around your body. “Power nap time?” He asked, before he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. 

You grunted in reply, eyes already slipping closed. The last thing you felt before falling asleep was the warm feel of Bob’s other arm wrapping around your sweaty body. 

[spicyspiders]

Really love your invincible fics!

Wanna watch the show but don’t really like gore (the men are hot asf tho.)

Thank you! Yeah, the guys are hot, but if you don't like gore, I wouldn't recommend watching. I have to take breaks sometimes when I watch because it can be a lot

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need to fuck ultron

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Can we get a continuation of this pls? https://www.tumblr.com/spicyspiders/785382055465877504/lost-in-the-open?source=share

Maybe! I was also thinking about a fic where the Viltrumites make an alliance with Earth and the reader becomes Mark's consort. It all just depends on what I write first :)

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you don't know me but i love lemme give u a smooch

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grab your chain danglin' from above

Jason Duval x male reader smut

2.5k words

Warning for bottom male reader, unspecified drug deals, pat-down searches, and rough sex.

You meet up with Jason to make a deal, but it all goes south when he gets suspicious that you're trying to bust him.

“You wearin’ a wire?” Jason asked, interrupting your train of thought as your fingers skimmed through your wallet. 

“What?” You responded, flicking your eyes up before going back down into your wallet, starting your count of the money you owed again.

You heard the heavy thump of Jason’s footsteps as he walked up, “are you wearin’ a fuckin’ wire?” He repeated slowly. 

You pulled your eyes away as you slid your wallet back into your pocket, holding the money out in front of you. But this close, it looked like the money you owed him was the last thing Jason was thinking about. 

You tried to smile to ease the tension, “I’m not wearing a wire,” you said, holding out the money in front of you as a peace offering. 

The smile fell from your face when Jason snatched the money away, quickly counting it under his breath. You took a step forward as Jason moved towards the bed in the dingy motel room you agreed to meet at, but Jason swiftly halted the movement. 

Jason slammed your body back into the door, a hiss of pain falling from your lips when your body came into contact with the wood of the door. The money you gave him was tossed onto the bed, left in a pile by the bag he had pulled from his pocket.

“Hey man,” you brought your hands up in surrender, knowing that from how broad Jason’s shoulders were, there was no point in trying to push him off, “I’m not-”

“Take it off,” Jason interrupted, his hand balling up the front of your shirt in a tight fist. 

“What?” you whispered, your heart beating loudly in your chest. The rich scent of Jason’s cologne filled your nostrils, doing little to help your brain try to comprehend why he thought you were wearing a wire. 

Your apprehension only made Jason angrier, the man making the choice for you as he tore your shirt open. 

“I’m not wearing a fucking wire!” You yelled, spreading your arms so Jason could see your bare, wireless chest. 

“Turn around,” Jason commanded, making you roll your eyes. 

“Fine,” you said, doing a slow turn, “you owe me a new shirt,” you grumbled, holding onto the sides of the shirt as it started to slide down your shoulders. 

You couldn’t hold in your gasp as Jason’s hands moved around your hips, his fingers skimming underneath the waistband, still seemingly searching for the wire. 

“These too,” Jason said. 

“Seriously?” You asked, craning your neck to look at the other man. 

You had never seen a man look so serious as you looked at Jason’s face, and to avoid walking out of the motel room with a ripped pair of pants, you did as you were told. You turned to face Jason, holding eye contact as you angrily kicked away your pants, too pissed off to feel silly about the action.

“Happy?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest. 

You watched Jason’s chest fall as he let out a breath through his nose. His hands went back to your hips, once again running his hands around your hips, this time, much slower and with greater purpose. 

This time, when Jason’s fingers went under your waistband, he came into full contact with your skin instead of your underwear. Rough and calloused fingers ran across the sensitive skin of your hips, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you held back another gasp. 

“These too,” Jason repeated, his voice low. Jason’s fingers pulled free as yours moved, your eyes watching in confusion as Jason stepped away.

He turned his back towards you as you pulled your underwear down, the sound of a bag crinkling signaling his movement. You covered yourself after your underwear joined your pants on the floor, not wanting Jason to see the state you were in. 

It wasn’t the fact that you were naked, necessarily, but that you were half-hard. What could you say? A man giving you orders really gets you going. 

Jason returned with a small bottle held in his hand, “turn around,” he said, not giving you the chance to figure out what he held. “Wait,” he said with a chuckle, his free hand pulling what was left of your shirt off. 

You let your hand rest on the wood of the door, your body going tense as you tried to fight back a shiver from the cool air of the motel room. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on the flat surface when Jason kicked your feet apart, your cock left dangling uncovered between your legs. 

From your shoulders to your lower back, Jason ran his hands down your body. He must have been crazy, you thought, to still be looking for a fucking wire. You were unable to hold back the noise you made when his hands went lower, one hand spreading your ass cheeks, while the other he used to run the dry pad of his finger across your hole. 

When it didn’t give under his finger, Jason’s hands pulled away. This time, they hooked over your shoulders, his fingers digging roughly into the tense muscle. “Relax,” Jason whispered into your ear, lips brushing the shell as his fingers worked. 

Jason’s breath puffed against the back of your neck, moving further away as you felt your shoulders drop, “maybe,” you heard the click of a cap before a few moments later his finger returned, “this’ll help,” he said, a smirk evident in his voice as the wet pad of his finger ran across the furl of your hole. 

“You really think a wire is in there?” You bit out, trying to adjust to the thick intrusion. 

“Only one way to find out,” Jason said, finger going in deeper. 

You could faintly hear the hum of the air conditioner pumping cool air into the room, louder than your gasping as Jason’s finger kept going in. You opened your mouth, attempting to ask just how long his finger was, but of course, that's the moment he found your prostate. 

Jason didn’t even let the full sound of your moan come out before his hand was covering your mouth, muffling the noise as it ended. “I think I found something better,” he said with a deep chuckle. 

Encouraged by the sound, Jason’s finger pulled free before it plunged back in, faster than it had before. His hand remained in place as you let out another moan, your cock filling out as pleasure rocked your body.

When Jason pulled his finger free once more, a second joined the first. You groaned against the hand over your mouth, the burn of his thick fingers almost feeling as if it’d be too much. 

“Shh,” Jason cooed into your ear, his hand moving down your body to wrap around your cock. If your erection had flagged from the pain, Jason’s fist around your cock made quick work in stroking it back to full hardness. 

His hand around your cock moved at a snail’s pace as his fingers kept moving inside you. You moaned through the stretch of his fingers as he spread them apart, even if a part of you was still apprehensive. If this is what only two of his fingers felt like, you couldn’t imagine three, or his cock. 

Your cock twitched in Jason’s hand, mouth nearly watering just at the thought of his cock. If it were anything like his body, it would make you forget all about the deal you were supposed to be making. 

“Fuck,” Jason groaned behind you, his hand wrapped tight around the base of your cock, “how’re you still so tight?” he asked as he added a third finger. 

You felt full, satisfyingly so, and you couldn’t help but clench down on his fingers. You pushed back the little distance you could on his fingers, brushing against the bulge in Jason’s pants.

“Fucking- hold on,” Jason said, pulling his fingers free faster than you expected. 

Your hole clenched around nothing as you turned your head to see where Jason had gone. He was only a few steps away, giving you the perfect view to watch as he wrestled his pants open to get his cock out. 

Your imagination didn’t amount to how big it actually was. It protruded from his open pants, standing at full attention. It swayed and bobbed in the air as he turned the rifle back through the bag from earlier until he produced a small packet. 

“You brought that with you?” You asked as you watched him tear the small square packet open. 

“Always gotta be prepared,” Jason answered, a smirk on his face when you were finally able to tear your eyes away from his cock. He rolled the rubber down his cock slowly, unable to help the disappointment you felt that he wouldn’t let you do it. 

“There’s a perfectly good bed right there,” you said, your eyes flicking over Jason’s shoulder to the bed where the bag and pile of cash lay.

Jason let out a huff of protest, like he instead wanted to fuck you through the door. He nodded over to the bed, his hand slowly stroking lube over his cock. 

You could only take a few steps over before Jason was slamming you down face-first into the bed, narrowly missing the bag. You turned to send the man a glare, hating the way your cock throbbed at the site. There was something about a man counting money with his hard cock out moments away from fucking you that you liked, you realized. 

Satisfied with the amount, Jason placed the money and the bag on top of the table beside the bed. You watched in anticipation as Jason stepped up to the bed, maneuvering your body onto your hands and knees. 

He teased your hole, rubbing the head of his cock along your entrance, slicking up the cleft of your ass. You both groaned when the head of his fat cock pressed inside. It felt like you could barely breathe, and it was just the head Jason had inside. 

You reached back to grip Jason’s jean-clad thigh, feeling denim and heat. Unable to hold yourself up on one arm, you fell face-first into the bed, your cheek coming into contact with soft cotton. 

You dug your nails into the pants Jason wore, his hand coming to rest over yours. As he bottomed out, he pulled your hand from his thigh by the wrist, his other hand gathering the other one so he could grip them both behind your back in one of his large hands. 

Fully at Jason’s mercy, the time you had to adjust to his cock was decided by him. However, he aided you in making you feel more comfortable with small circles of his hips, his cock still deep inside you. The movement jostled your prostate in short brushes, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. 

Jason pulled his cock free in a torturously slow movement, your hole once again clenching down on nothing when it was pulled free. The next thrust was harder and faster, punching a moan from your chest as Jason’s balls came to rest on your ass. 

You swore you could feel his cock in your stomach as you clenched down, the burn of it from as you adjusted quickly becoming pleasure. You didn’t move against the hold Jason had on your hands, not even pushing back against the next thrust he gave. 

Jason’s cock expertly met your prostate, sending waves of pleasure that started from your head that went down your whole body. It centered itself in your cock, making your balls draw up tight. 

His thrusts grew animalistic, pausing momentarily to change positions, causing the bed to dip as he brought his foot up on the bed. His hand moved from your wrists up your back to grip tightly onto your shoulder. His hold skirted along the lines of pain and pleasure, knowing that if the grip didn’t leave a physical mark, you would be feeling it later for days.

The headboard banging against the wall, moving in time to the rhythmic creak of the cheap springs beneath your combined weight. If earlier, when Jason had covered your mouth because he didn’t want anyone to hear through the door, he didn’t seem to mind now. If anyone was unfortunate enough to be in one of the neighboring rooms or happened to walk past the door, they would know exactly what was going on inside. 

You moved a hand between your legs, moving to wrap your fingers around the base of your cock to try and stave off your orgasm. But it was the biggest mistake you could make if that was your goal, because just from the brush of your fingers had your orgasm racing through you. 

You came with a loud cry, the sound being absorbed by the cotton below your mouth. The aftershocks that Jason fucked you through had your mouth falling open as you sucked in heavy breathes as you came down from such an intense rush. Drool fell from your mouth as they racked your body, quickly going cold against your skin like the mess of cum that stained the sheets between your legs. 

When it neared the point of being too great, the smack of Jason’s hips against your ass began to falter. Both hands moved to grip your hips, strong even through the sheen of sweat. After a few stuttered off thrusts, Jason came with a loud moan, his heavy weight collapsing on top of you as he filled up the condom. 

You fell into the cold mess below your hips, your soft cock giving a twitch. If you weren’t going to get hard again now, you surely would later to the thoughts of the noises Jason made when he came. 

Though Jason’s weight on top of you was crushing, you nearly let out a noise of protest when he rolled off, his softening cock slipping free. 

You turned to look at Jason, watching the way he pillowed his head below his hands. He looked fucked-out and wholly satisfied, and you knew that it was a sight you wouldn’t soon forget. 

You felt yourself slowly relax into the bed, not even bothered by the mess, “can I have my stuff now?” You asked. 

“It’s in the bag,” Jason responded, his eyes closed. 

The air conditioner went through two cycles before you eventually got up, your hands reaching for the money on top of the bag. 

“Ah ah ah,” Jason said as you went to set the cash down beside him, “think of it as a first customer discount,” he said as he sat up, “and here. Since I ruined the other one,” he said, taking off the button down he wore, leaving him with just a plain white shirt on top. 

“Thanks,” you said as he handed it over. You took the time to slowly button it up, instead of doing something stupid, like leaning over and kissing him. 

[spicyspiders]

HELLO!! Holy shit I haven’t been on here in a whileeeee (life man 😒). Happy late birthday, hope you had an amazing time. Your latest Invincible fics are fucking amazing. I need to fuck Mark so bad bro 😔. Omni-Man can get it too.

How have you been??

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I've been okay! I had a job interview today and have another on Friday, so hopefully I get those so I can leave the one I have now because I'm over it.

I'm glad you like them! I have fun writing them. Nolan is so fine, especially this Nolan from season one. I know he was at a funeral that was his fault, but he looked extra good in this scene.

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lost in the open

Mark Grayson x male reader smut

1.2k words

Warning for dubious consent, deep throating, and possessive behavior. Even though there are two Marks in the pic, this isn't a threesome fic (not yet, at least).

Been thinking about that one variant of Mark that said I wouldn't even keep you as a slave in my empire. I thought of him as I wrote this, but any variant could be thought of when reading.

“Tighten up, you’re getting sloppy,” Mark says, pulling his cock from your throat, “this isn’t what I had in mind when I brought you here,” he says, swiping away the drool from the side of your mouth. 

“Brought me here?” You ask. If that’s what Mark did, it sure hadn’t felt like that, especially with the part where he knocked you out. “You fucking-” you tried, but fell into a coughing fit that did little to help your sore throat. 

Through your blurry, tear-filled vision, you could see that Mark was smiling down at you. “Though you aren’t doing as well as I expected,” he said dismissively, “I’m still having fun breaking you in,” he said as he wrapped his half-gloved hand around his cock. 

There was a soft, slick noise as he stroked his hand along his cock, his fingers gliding through the spit your mouth had left. You watch on the slow uptick of his hand as a bead of precum spills from the slit and down to meet his fingers. Once it disappears underneath Mark’s fingers, you pull your eyes away to look back up at Mark. 

You’re met with the sight of Mark smirking down at you, “I have my work cut out for me,” he says in a low voice, almost as if he were talking to himself. 

You snap your head away, looking off to the side and out of Mark’s intense gaze. You’re unable to identify where you are from looking at the ornaments that hang on the walls; hell, you weren’t even sure if you were still on Earth. 

Mark lets out a soft tsk, his free hand moving to your chin, “I can give you a tour of your new home afterwards,” he says as he gives you no choice but to face him. 

“My-” your eyes widen, “new home?” You ask, not even trying to fight the hold Mark has on your chin. Your stomach drops as your mind begins to race, going over all of the things that are being left behind. 

“Hey,” Mark says softly, like you’re a frightened animal. You didn’t feel like a frightened animal, though. You felt more like an animal he had found on the side of the road, one he already knew was doomed. Though you weren’t sure if Mark was the type to put you out of your misery quickly or stay with you until you died, however long that took. His hands move to cup your face, one of his thumbs swiping through the tear tracks on your face. 

You weren’t sure if the tears on your face were fresh from what Mark just told you, or if they were left over from when his cock fought against your gag reflex. You wondered if Mark was truly trying to comfort you, or if he was just using the display of affection because he thought it would get your lips back around his cock sooner.

“None of that now,” Mark says, “I can take you to visit once you’ve settled in.”

“Really?” You asked.

“It’s where I found you,” he says fondly, as one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to give it a solid squeeze, “there’s bound to be more fun had,” he says with a smirk. 

The lack of oxygen to your brain when his cock was buried down your throat must have done something to make a spike of jealousy shoot through your body. You feel delirious and angry. Angry at Mark, but mainly at yourself for even letting yourself entertain the idea of getting jealous over Mark getting with someone else. 

“You’re going to kidnap someone else?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady and calm. 

“Is that what you want?” He asks, turning your chin up to face him, “a pet of your own?” Mark’s fingers tighten around your chin. 

You struggle against his hold but still manage a slight shake of your head, “no,” you whisper. 

Mark nearly bends himself in half on his throne to get his face right in front of yours, “you’re mine,” he growls. 

This close, you think he’s going to kiss you to really seal the deal, but he instead relaxes back against his throne. If you feel any disappointment, it gets overtaken by your nerves as Mark wraps a hand around the base of his cock and guides it to your lips. 

Though only a small amount of time had passed since his cock was in your mouth, it felt like the first time when Mark guided it past your lips. Like before, the weight of it was still heavy on your tongue, pressing down as it continued to go deeper. 

You had no choice but to try and adjust to the intrusion, tears already stinging your eyes. The touch of the head of Mark’s cock at the back of your throat made them fall, the warmth mixing into the spit that dribbled from the sides of your mouth. 

Mark groaned as your throat clenched around his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck to hold you in place. 

Knowing you couldn’t move, you breathed in slowly through your nose, trying to calm down. When you felt yourself finally starting to relax, Mark pulled his cock free. 

You swiped a hand across your face, trying to wipe away the mix of tears and drool. Your eyes flicked down Mark’s cock, seeing that his balls were pulled up tight, a flash of relief running through your body knowing that you were almost done. 

Mark’s hand came to your face to run his fingers through a spot you must have missed, his fingers then moving to the back of your neck to get your mouth back around his cock. “Good boy,” he murmured as the slide down his cock was much smoother. 

Your treacherous cock twitched at the praise, hoping that Mark wouldn’t be able to tell. You couldn’t deny how much you liked the sounds Mark made. Maybe it was just because you knew Mark neared his edge and this would all be over, or maybe it was a sick part of yourself that wanted to make him feel good. 

Mark’s cock throbbed along your tongue before you felt his hot load shoot down your throat. His fingers tightened around the back of your neck, “swallow,” he said between moans, his other hand slamming down onto the arm of his throne. 

It felt like it lasted forever, your vision going blurry at the edges when Mark’s hand around your neck went lax. 

You pulled off the split second you were able, your chest heaving as you pulled in breath after breath. You held yourself up on your arm, and the other you used to wipe away what you failed to swallow. You were tempted to wipe it on Mark’s suit just to spite him, but that’d probably only make him want to go another round. 

In a flash, Mark had you in his lap on his throne, Mark using your surprise to get his tongue in your mouth in a messy kiss. You barely had time to react, but Mark seemed more than content in mapping out your mouth with his tongue. He groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue, his strong arms wrapped around your lower back. 

When Mark broke the kiss, he kept you close, the man pulling you down to rest against his chest. There was little that you could do against his hold, Mark seemingly enjoying the way you struggled, if the light laughter he let out was any indication. 

“Don’t worry,” Mark began, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “I’ll take care of you in a minute.”

[spicyspiders]

Please add tag to identify if it's bottom or top reader when you write smut

I have been? They're not in the tags; it's in the content warning under the word count. If there isn't a tag for it, it's because there's no penetration in the fic

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NOOOOOOOOOOOO I WAS OFF TUMBLR FOR JUST LIKE FIVE DAYS AND I MISSED UR BIRTHDAY??? mad rn. anyway happy late birthday 🥹🥹🥹 you’re seriously so talented with what you write, it’s awesome to see whenever you post even if it isn’t super often, quality over quantity in my book💪

Thank you! I know I haven't posted a fic this month, but I posted five last month. Is that not a lot?😭

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Happy belated birthday and you also have the same birthday as my mom.

Thank you! We both have the same birthday as Cher and Josh O'Connor :D

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* breaks the door down and points at you *

Birthday boy! 🫵

* head pats * Happy Bday!

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today's my birthday :)

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just got home from seeing thunderbolts and i'm not sure if i want to write for red guardian, john walker, or bob first

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Should i watch invincible?? Your fics are convincing me even though i know nothing about any of them

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It's really violent and has a lot of gore, but I definitely recommend it!

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THAT CONQUEST FIC OF YOURS 😭😭omg chefs kiss i didn’t know i needed that😭😭😭🙏 MORE IF POSSIBLE PLEASE🛐

Thank you! I'm sure I'll eventually write more for him when I think of another fic idea :)

[spicyspiders]

turn me inside out

Mark Grayson x male reader smut

4.9k words

Quiet evenings were a thing of the past when dating a superhero.

Warning for bottom male reader, sex pollen, armpit kink, scent kink, sweat kink (kind of?), rimming, deepthroating, anal sex, and slight cum inflation.

What you thought would be a quiet afternoon quickly changed at the sound of a helicopter drawing closer and closer to where you were. It wasn’t the weirdest thing to see helicopters flying overhead given the world you lived in, but it wasn’t every day that one landed right in front of you. 

You shield your face against the wind, struggling to try and peak through to see who is approaching. Your hands fell from your face as the blades slowed down, watching as the head of the GDA got out. 

“Cecil Stedman of the GDA,” he said, flashing his badge, “you need to come with me.”

You knew who he was, but it wasn’t from the numerous articles about him on the internet, but from Mark. And from how Mark talked about him, he sounded like a no-nonsense type of guy. 

“Am I in trouble?”

“We will be if you don’t come with us,” Cecil responded, and when you looked at him full of confusion, Cecil clarified, “it’s about Invincible.”

You tried your best to not show on your face how the mention of his name affected you, even if everything in your body was telling you to run to him. “What about him?” You asked, trying to keep up the facade. 

Cecil pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “we know Invincible– Mark,” he said his name quietly, like he was afraid someone would overhear, “is your boyfriend. Now,” he said, the helicopter’s blades already whirling back to life, “get in.”

“Donald, fill him in,” Cecil said to the man in the seat across from yours. 

“Yes, sir,” Donald said, waiting until you were settled into your seat before he spoke again, “Seven hours ago, Mark returned from an off-world mission. He came back with an unusual,” he glanced over at Cecil, “side effect.”

“What do you mean by side effect?” You asked, looking between the two men.

“We kept him overnight to conduct research, and what we’ve found is that we need your help to cure him.”

“How can I help?”

“You’ll see when you get there,” Cecil answered, “he’s been asking for you nonstop,” he said as he looked out the window, “he’ll be excited to see you.” Which didn’t sound ominous at all. 

The helicopter ride turned into a private plane ride, making the journey to The Pentagon shorter. You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or bad with the lack of information Cecil and Donald gave you. 

“What’s this?” You asked, looking at the bag in the seat next to yours. 

“We didn’t have time to get clothes from your house, so we brought you some of ours,” Cecil answered. 

Your head snapped up to look at them, “you were in my house?”

Cecil let out an annoyed sigh, “I just said-”

“We didn’t go to your house,” Donald answered calmly, trying to defuse the situation. 

“How do you know where I live?” You asked as you opened the bag. 

“We looked in your file,” Cecil answered like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

“My file,” you parroted. 

“You’re dating one of the strongest superheroes on Earth, of course we have a file on you,” Cecil replied. 

The clothes in the bag were a few pairs of underwear, what looked like sleepwear, and in the side pocket was a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Looking through the bag did little to help your confusion. With what was in the bag, it looked like you were being kidnapped to have a sleepover at The Pentagon. 

“What is this?” You asked, frustration more than evident in your voice with how cryptic they were being. 

Cecil let out another sigh, “listen,” he started, “all of your questions will be answered when you see Mark,” he said, placing a comforting hand on your knee, “right now you should get some rest before we get there.”

“Okay,” you whispered. Maybe Cecil wasn’t as bad as Mark made him out to be, you thought to yourself as you forced yourself to sleep.

You didn’t know how much time passed before Donald was gently shaking you awake, but it felt like you were barely able to get any sleep. 

You’re led down through a facility that by the fifth turn through the same looking hallway, has you confused about how Donald and Cecil can make their way through it without a map. It goes from hallways to elevators, Donald and Cecil taking turns on who has to swipe their identification card to get in. 

“Almost there,” Donald says as he presses one of the buttons, flashing you a tense smile.

Your hand tightened around the bag’s handle as you tried to calm your nerves. Though the setup felt oddly similar to when you first spent the night at Mark’s place, just with fewer elevators and hallways, something in you felt wrong.

”Mark is just through that door,” Cecil finally said as you approached two doors. In the middle of them was a small table with a metal bin on top, “empty your pockets into that.”

Your hands shake as you place what belongings you have on you into the bin, Donald giving a small, “thank you,” before he takes the bin back down the hallway. 

“Where are you-”

”He’s taking it to a safe environment,” Cecil answered, cutting you off. 

“So you can plant spyware on me?”

”We already have that on you.”

”Of course you do,” you responded with a roll of your eyes.

Cecil mumbled something under his breath as he walked up to the other door beside the one he pointed out, the words sounding a lot like, “I can tell why Mark likes you,” but you weren’t quite sure. 

“Before I can let you see Mark,” Cecil said as he turned the knob, “I need you to take a shower.”

”I’m not dirty,” you responded, unsure whether to be offended or embarrassed.

Cecil held up his hands in surrender, “we just want to control the environment as much as possible to keep you both safe.”

“The environment is my body,” you replied angrily, “Mark’s body,” you shook your head, “we aren’t a science experiment.”

“You technically are,” Cecil responded, before quickly adding, “I know how it sounds, but we’re still learning. What we have learned is a way to calm Mark down.”

“Me?” You asked, feeling slightly calm now that it seemed that Cecil was opening up. 

“You,” he answered with a nod. “While he was off-planet, something affected him and his powers– heightened his senses. That soap in there,” he nods over to the bathroom, “will clean you in a way that Mark will smell you without all the extra scents you wear or pick up during the day.”

“It’ll help him? You asked, looking Cecil straight in the eye. 

“It’ll help him,” he answered. 

Your mind still reeled with questions, but you took what you could get. If you knew there was anything you could do to help Mark, you would do it. 

It felt odd to wash your body that barely had any smell to it, but at least it had a lather. You watched the soap go down the drain as you tried to calm your mind, your hands moving across your body on autopilot. 

Though it lacks a smell, the soap leaves you feeling clean, your fingers nearly pruned by the time you turn off the water. You pull the clothes on from the bag slowly, trying not to grimace at the thought of there not being any deodorant you could find in the bag. When Cecil said you needed to be clean, he meant everything. 

At least the toothpaste with the toothbrush in the bag had a nice minty flavor to it. You wiped the steam from the mirror with your other hand, coming face-to-face with your nervous eyes. Before you pulled on the clothes you were given, you took a few deep breaths, trying to force yourself to relax. 

You approached the door that connected the rooms slowly, your hand coming to rest on the cool knob. You let your forehead rest on the door, counting down in your brain as you get up the courage to open the door. 

Between seven and six, you hoped Mark would just open the door himself and tell you that everything was okay now, but as the numbers kept going down, you had to face the fact that that wouldn’t be the case. 

You repeated the number one over and over again in your head, and after what felt like the hundredth time, your hand turned the knob. 

You open the door slowly, nervous about what you will find. It made you feel crazy because you knew it would be Mark, there wasn’t anything you needed to be nervous about. Or so you hoped. 

Mark was pacing on the other side of the door, looking at any moment his feet would go straight through the floor. He looked… not quite like himself. 

“Mark?” You whispered, the man jumping at the sound of your voice, “were you waiting long?” You asked when Mark turned to face you. 

Out of all of the things your brain had come up with when you finally saw Mark, what you didn’t expect was for his face to crumble and for him to come racing over. He collapsed into your chest, letting all of his weight fall onto you. 

You fell back into the door with a grunt, Mark’s arms wrapping around your body protectively. You spent what felt like hours against that door until you both calmed, your breaths synching. 

It caught you off guard, your body going tense for a moment before you reflexively wrapped your arms around Mark. You ran your hands down Mark’s back, his body practically vibrating in your arms with untapped energy.   

Mark nuzzled into your neck and let out a hum of contentment, the vibration rattling your chest when he let out a louder one when you ran your fingers through his hair. You felt the tip of his nose run across your neck, puffs of soft air hitting the skin. 

“Are you,” you started, pausing when Mark angled your neck to give him more room, “sniffing me?” You asked.

“Smell so good,” Mark murmured, his lips dragging across your skin. 

“I don’t smell like anything,” you said with a small laugh. 

Mark pulled away from your neck, looking as if your words had offended him, “you smell like you,” he said, a crazed look in his eyes. 

“Okay,” you responded as Mark sat there, waiting for you to respond, “I smell like me.”

Satisfied, Mark nodded before he closed the distance between your mouths, pulling you into a slow kiss. Though it lacked any heat, you were more than happy to let Mark have his fill, responding readily to it. 

“What’s going on, Mark?” you asked, turning your head when Mark instead tried to initiate another kiss. 

“Nothing,” Mark responded, a smile stretched across his lips when he moved his hips forward, his already hard cock nudging your hip, “just needed to see you.” You were surprised you missed that, especially given that the only thing Mark had on was a thin hospital gown. 

“I can tell,” you responded humorously, gasping softly when Mark moved his hips forward again. “This isn’t usually where we meet, though,” you said as you looked around the room. It looked rather plain and empty with just a bed, a nightstand, and a small table with a single chair. It was much different from your room or Mark’s. 

You had to admit though that with the level of surveillance that you were under here, it would feel similar to the few times you’ve been in Mark’s bed at his house. Or, so you assumed. On your way here, you passed by what felt like dozens of cameras, and those were just the ones you could identify. It wasn’t like Mark’s house had cameras, but there was always a level of risk there knowing that at any moment, Mark’s mom could walk in. 

“Mark,” you whispered, “are there cameras in here?”

Mark grunted in reply, his head ducking back down into your neck to this time run his tongue across the skin. He moaned into the skin, his hands tightening on your body as he pulled you even closer. 

“Mark!” You hissed, trying your hardest to stifle a moan as his tongue ran over your pulse point. 

“No,” Mark answered, “yes– I don’t know,” he pulled away from your neck, his eyes flicked over your shoulder to the door before he looked over to the other one, “knowing Cecil, probably,” he added before swooping forward into another kiss, one you couldn’t dodge. “But right now I don’t care,” he said against your mouth, the look in his eye making you shiver.

Mark flew you the short distance to the bed, barely giving you time to hang on. You knew Mark wouldn’t let you fall, but it still managed to startle you, “Mark!” You yelled as he picked you up, before what felt like a second later, your back was on the bed, “warn a guy next time!”

“Sorry, baby,” Mark whined, “can’t help it,” he said, his hips driving down. He pulled away after one last thrust of his hips, tearing the thin hospital gown to shreds. 

Mark’s hands moved under your shirt, mapping out the skin he had long grown familiar with. He licked his lips as more and more skin became exposed before he ducked down to get his mouth against it. 

Mark swiped his tongue up your chest, groaning as he licked up the moisture he found. You weren’t able to tell if it was water you had missed from your shower, or if you had already started sweating. 

It was a nice temperature in the room you were in, not too cold or hot, but it wouldn’t surprise you if you had already broken out in a sweat. Just being in Mark’s proximity tended to do that to you. 

Mark’s skin ran hot against yours, his hands a hot weight on your skin as he held you down to the bed. His hands tightened along your hips when his tongue dipped into your belly button to swirl around the sensitive skin. 

“Mark,” you gasped, not knowing whether you wanted to get away or stay in place as the ticklish feeling washed over you, “feels weird,” you said, trying to bite back the laugh you felt bubbling up. 

“Sorry,” Mark breathed as he pulled away, his saliva already starting to cool. It left the trail of hair leading into your pants matted to your skin, Mark looking grossly satisfied at his work. 

A flash of nervousness runs through your body as Mark tugs at your clothing, afraid he is going to rip them off like the poor hospital gown. It wouldn’t be the first time Mark has ripped your clothing to get you undressed. 

You brought your hips off the bed to help him out, Mark flashing a grateful smile your way as he pulled them down your legs. When his hands moved to your bunched up shirt below your chin, he leaned down to press his lips to yours. 

You pulled away from the kiss with a laugh, “it’ll be easier if you take this off,” you said. 

Even though he nodded in agreement, Mark moved back in for another kiss, before finally pulling away when he tried for another and his lips came in contact with your shirt. Once it was finally out of the way, Mark tossed the shirt to join your pants.

You kissed lazily until you were at full hardness, making you feel for Mark. He must have been like this for hours. He moaned into your mouth as your hard cocks met, Mark’s leaking from the head messily as you rutted together. 

Precum was normal, of course, but what had gotten onto Mark from that other planet must have caused him to act in this way. What had gone from normal, had been taken to extreme, one of the examples of that being the way his cock leaked like a faucet. 

Mark pulled away with a groan, his breath mingling with yours as he took a moment to catch his breath, “can I try something?” He panted.

“Anything,” you responded, not caring as long as his cock stayed pressed to yours. 

With one last lingering closed-mouth kiss, Mark slowly moved down your body. You whimpered when his hips moved from yours, Mark surging back up to press a kiss to your lips in apology. Once he had kissed the pout from your lips, Mark continued on. 

Higher than you expected, Mark came to a halt, one of his hands going to your elbow to lift your arm. You held your breath as you looked down, watching and waiting. 

You gasped when Mark moved forward, not at all expecting his tongue to come into contact with your armpit, “fuck, Mark. That’s so–” So what? Gross? Hot? You didn’t know what to call it. All you knew was that Mark seemed to enjoy it, if the sounds he made were any indication. 

Mark’s other hand went to your other arm, lifting it towards the pillow in preparation for where he would go next. 

On your thigh, you felt Mark’s cock twitch before you felt a drop of precum hit your skin, smearing into the hair. Was this why there was no deodorant in the bag for you on the plane? Did Cecil know that Mark was going to spend more time than you expected licking over the skin until he managed to get up all of your sweat?

“You okay?” You asked Mark when he moved to the other one and stayed in place like he was frozen. 

Wordlessly, Mark nodded, nose buried within your armpit hair. You jumped as his breathing became heavier, the gushes of air ruffling the air. And like from earlier, you had to bite your lip to stifle a laugh you felt bubbling up as the stimulation ticked you. 

Slowly, Mark moved away before coming face-to-face with you, his pupils blown wide. Gone was the crazed look from earlier, and instead Mark’s face looked blissed out and overcome with pleasure. 

Just as slowly as he had moved away, he moved forward, giving you plenty of time to push his head away. It wasn’t like you were going to, even if his face had just been in your armpit. The salt on Mark’s tongue almost tasted the same as the salty taste on yours the last time you sucked him off, the thought making you groan as Mark’s tongue went deeper into your mouth. 

“Wish you could taste how good you are,” Mark whispered, “how good you smell,” he said after another kiss, “how good you feel,” he said, bringing your hips back together again. 

He made his way back down your body in sections, starting at your nipples. He swirled his tongue around one before biting it into a hardened point. You buried your hand in Mark’s hair when he moved to the other, the mix of pain and pleasure from his tongue and teeth sending waves of ecstasy through your body. 

Next, Mark licked down your body, cleaning up the mess his cock leaked out onto skin that hadn’t already dried, paying no mind to his own bitter taste. He dragged his nose as he went further, going right through the thatch of hair at the base of your cock. 

Mark groaned at the musky smell, the vibrations rumbling from his chest. Once he finally reached his destination and sucked your cock into his mouth, another followed suit, this time vibrating straight through your cock. 

“Mark!” You moaned as the suction, right off the bat, was nearly too much. Your back arched off the bed, your body moving closer for more.

Mark whimpered at the sound of his name, pausing to take your cock deeper. His throat was wet and tight around your cock, the wet walls of his throat clenching as he fought against his gag reflex to take you deeper. 

You grabbed for Mark’s face when tears sprung from his eyes, pulling him back up your body. “Easy, Mark,” you said as you wiped through the tracks, “don’t hurt yourself,” you murmured, wiping your thumbs across his face slowly. 

Mark opened his eyes as he rested his face in the literal palm of your hand, his tears making his eyelashes clump together, “want you to cum in my mouth,” he said softly like the heat of the moment had caught up to him and he was afraid for you to hear. 

“I will, I will,” you said, smiling down softly at him as he turned his face to press a kiss to your palm. 

Mark stole a soft, salty kiss before he went back down. He took you as deep as he could, and what he couldn’t take he wrapped his fingers around. He set up a fast, wet rhythm as he bobbed his head on your cock, his fingers slick around the base. 

Mark pulled off with a wet pop, his hand moving to the tip of your cock to give him ample room to work as he sucked one of your balls into his mouth. You groaned at the feel of not only his mouth, but at the feel of his hands as he slowly stroked you from tip to root. 

Moved onto the second, Mark’s hand moved achingly slow as the tip of his tongue licked the sensitive skin. He pulled away with a slick pop as he pulled into lungfuls of air, watching as you fell apart under him. 

“Don’t tease,” you pleaded.

“M’not teasing,” Mark replied, but he knew exactly what he was doing. Especially when he pulled his hand to his mouth and his tongue came out to lick up the bead of precum that had leaked onto his fingers. 

Once your cock was back inside the hot cavern of his mouth, it didn’t take long for Mark to get his wish. Your orgasm raced through you, punching out moans from your throat as your stomach clenched around the pleasure you had felt building there. 

And like the taste of your cum made Mark have his own orgasm, he moaned loudly around your cock as he drank down the cum that shot from the slit of your cock. 

You yanked at Mark’s hair when you could feel overstimulation begin to creep in, trying to pull him off as he continued to suck you off for all that you were worth. Your hand fell free when Mark finally pulled off, your cock giving a small twitch of interest as you watched Mark lick his lips satisfyingly. 

You opened your mouth when Mark flopped down beside you, his still hard cock rubbing against you, “what about–” you started to ask, only to be cut off when Mark kisses you. 

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you breathe. 

Mark lets out a hum of contempt as he runs his hands all over your body, “you are,” he sighs. You weren’t really sure how you being one orgasm down while he was still rock hard was satisfying, but you suppose you shouldn’t complain. 

Legs tangled together, you kiss until you’re nearly hard again, aided by Mark’s fingers as they dig into the skin of your ass cheeks to bring your cocks together. He pulls away momentarily to open one of the drawers to the nightstand, bringing a bottle of lube back with him.  

You turn onto your stomach in anticipation, waiting to hear the telltale sound of the cap opening. Seconds later, you instead feel soft kisses being pressed to your back. 

“Not yet,” Mark whispers into your ear, making you shiver. 

If he was going to make you wait, you might as well get comfortable. You curl your arms around one of the surprisingly soft pillows on the bed, waiting to feel what Mark is going to do next. 

Mark kisses down the knobs of your spin, down down down until he reaches the small of your back. You’re practically shaking by the time Mark grabs both of your ass cheeks and spreads you open. 

Your moan is muffled into the pillow as Mark licks slowly along your crack, his tongue only a faint whisper against your hole. It grows louder when Mark finally finds his, well… mark, alternating between broad strokes and pinpoint dips inside.   

Mark moans as he spears you open on his tongue, the sound going straight to your cock. His strong fingers dig into your skin, massaging the flesh below his hands. When you clench down his tongue, Mark’s fingers nearly tighten to the point of pain, but a sick part of you hopes– wants Mark to go past that and leave a trace of himself on your skin. 

Mark pulls away, but just far enough to spit on your hole, one of his fingers coming in quickly to press it inside slowly. Lax from his tongue and your first orgasm, Mark makes swift work preparing you with one finger, and soon after, a second is joining the first. 

On the first brush to your prostate, your back arches, your now fully hard cock coming into contact with the bedspread. You push your ass back as Mark scissors his fingers, groaning into the pillow at the slight burn. 

Mark lays a kiss on each cheek as he moves his fingers in and out before he licks inside, between his two fingers. 

You moan at the combined feel of Mark’s tongue and fingers, your cock throbbing when a third joins the second, knowing exactly what was about to come. As you adjust to his three fingers, your ears pick up on the sound of Mark’s lubed-up fist around his cock and his harsh pants behind you. 

Mark pulls his fingers free slowly, your hole clenching around nothing momentarily before the wet head of his cock was replacing his fingers. His body hovers over yours, arms beside your shoulders as he thrusts inside in one steady movement. 

You both groan when Mark bottoms out, his hips coming to rest against your ass. Marks lowers himself down, his body laid out over yours as he lays kisses across the back of your neck. 

You crane your neck to the side, Mark already knowing exactly what you want as he presses his lips to yours. As his tongue presses past your teeth, Mark circles his hips, your hole clenching around his cock. 

“Ready?” Mark asked, pulling away from the kiss to lick up the sweat on the back of your neck. 

“Yes yes yes,” you chanted, pressing your ass back, even if all you came into contact with was Mark’s hips. 

Mark pulls out slowly until just the head remains inside before thrusting right back inside. It only took just that one thrust for Mark to pick up his rhythm, fucking you into the bed on each thrust.

The smack of skin-on-skin rang loudly through the room, accompanied by the groan and creak of the bed below your combined weight. If there truly weren’t cameras in the room, it wouldn’t matter because if anyone even stepped down the hallway you were in, they’d be able to tell exactly what you were up to through the door. 

Shamelessly, you pushed back into Mark’s thrusts, fighting off the ball of pleasure you could steadily feel grow larger and larger on each one. 

Mark panted in your ear, moaning to the rhythm of his thrusts. He moved one of his hands below your body and between your legs to wrap his fingers loosely around your cock. 

You moved your hand to cover Mark’s, instead of pulling his fingers down to wrap around the base. You tightened your hold around his fingers, hoping that Mark would get the gist that you were trying to last as long as you could. 

When your hand fell away, so did Mark’s. Your mouth opens in protest, but as if Mark could read your mind, his lips were there on the back of your neck, kissing the skin softly in the form of an apology. His fingers moved down your cock and past your balls to press his fingers into your perineum, inner prostate stimulation meeting outer prostate stimulation. 

You cum with a shout, stars exploding behind your eyes as they roll back in your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure. 

After a few more stuttered-off thrusts, Mark cums. His cock goes in deep, and his cum goes in deeper, making a mess of your insides. Mark sobs through his orgasm, his arms wrapping tightly around your body to hold you close. 

Mark rolls you over onto your side, his body curled protectively around yours. He ran his hand softly across your stomach, right on top of where his hard cock was still pumping you full. 

“How do you feel?” You asked, your voice rough. 

“Good,” Mark replied, tangling your legs together, “tired,” he murmured. 

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you said, clenching down on his cock. 

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, “could say the same for you,” he said, wrapping a hand around your hardening cock. 

“Do you think it rubbed off?” You asked, reaching behind you to grab Mark’s ass when he rolled his hips forward. 

“Let’s find out,” Mark answered, nipping at your neck.