#My first time writing full-on smut tee hee

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Reckless Behavior - Part 2

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë (Attack on Titan) Rating: Explicit. MDNI Warnings: Nipple play. Vaginal Fingering. Oral Sex. Unprotected Sex. Additional tags: She/Her pronouns for Hange Zoë on this one. Wordcount: 3k Read part one here >>This is smut. Minors please do not interact<<

Levi was a skilled man, but right now he was struggling with the small sphere that refused to leave the confines of Hange’s shirt. Of course, the button was just a scapegoat, the real culprits being his hands, which trembled in anticipation as they revealed new inches of her skin. 

It was conflicting. His mind wanted to savor this moment, to commit every gaze, sound, and touch to his memory. Levi wanted to hold time in his hands, unroll it like a ball of yarn so that each moment would last forever and tomorrow would always be one night away. His body, on the other hand, was taken with desire. The rampant beast that for long Levi had managed to stifle with layers upon layers of ‘It's never gonna happen’ was now thrashing fiercely inside him, threatening to burst its prison of flesh and devour the Squad Leader right then and there.

Levi let his forehead fall to her shoulder, overwhelmed by the dispute between the expectations he had built in his mind and the reality that his own flesh was imposing on him. The captain inhaled deeply, letting the smell of oily hair and old books wash over him.

The aroma had inhabited the captain’s desires for months now. It was difficult for Levi to focus on the Senior Officers’ meetings sometimes, especially after Hange picked up the habit of sitting next to him. A couple of minutes in and Levi's mind would be invaded by the image of himself buried in the crook of her neck. Erwin’s voice would fade in the distance as her panting and soft whimpers echoed in the corners of his mind. Levi thought, in those moments, what he wouldn’t give to know how it would feel to drown in Hange, what she’d look like while he was pounding into her, what she would sound like as she was coming around him.

His heart picked up the pace, fueled by the fresh memory of the delicious sounds Hange had been making for him so far.

He would find all of that out today.

As the thought occurred to him, the final button was undone.

Time slowed down as Levi took in the scene before him. Both sides of Hange’s shirt opened like a curtain revealing the skin of her neck, reddened in the places his tongue and teeth had explored just moments ago, some purplish spots proving his suctions weren’t as soft as he had believed them to be. She looked so fucked out already. Messed-up hair. Flushed cheeks. Red, swollen lips. Hange was the one against the wall, but her eyes were that of a predator that cornered its prey.

Her chest heaved up and down, and Levi was hypnotized by her breasts. Silky skin, lighter than her usual complexion, contrasted with the dark brown areolas that sat atop it. His mouth watered at the tempting sight. Even though they weren’t very big, Hange’s tits looked plump and heavy, like ripe fruits ready to be tasted. 

Levi wet his lips, eyes glued to her hardened nipples,  “Can I-”

“Yeah” She breathed out through a smile, and when his gaze lifted to meet hers, her grin faltered into a pitiful desperate expression “Please, Levi.”

A shiver ran across his skin, raising every hair on his body and making his cock twitch inside his underwear. He dove back into her, hands kneading at each of her breasts, lips locked around the velvety skin of one of the brown nubs. Hange’s fingers grabbed at his hair and her moans were music to his ears. Levi sucked thoroughly on her nipple, then let his tongue swirl around the flesh, before pulling on it with his teeth, which elicited a throaty “fuck” from her. He replaced his mouth with his fingers, moving his lips to the other side to do the same thing.

Levi wanted to protest when Hange let go of the firm grip she had on his locks, but the captain had a mouthful at the moment. Then, she started fidgeting a bit, one leg dancing between their bodies, then the other. When Levi finally let go of the task that was keeping him occupied, Hange was already shaking the remaining pant leg off of her feet. With a final kick in the air, the item of clothing flew away, landing on the floor near the wall adjacent to them. The shirt joined it next. So much for being careful not to wrinkle their uniforms…

But his mind didn’t stay long on the evidence of their rendezvous, not when Hange Zoë stood before him in nothing but panties. Not when she had that gorgeous wide smile that made him go to heaven and back every time he caught a glimpse of it. Levi stepped forward, one of his hands unceremoniously sliding down her stomach and right under the waistband of the undergarment. His eyes were fixed on her face as his fingers explored the outside, feeling the prickling of her thick bush and the way it contoured her slit, then the warmness inside, the frailness of that naked skin, and then-

Fuck.

So fucking wet.

Hange’s eyes fluttered closed and Levi melted away when his fingers finally dove in between her folds.

Her head fell onto his shoulder, her panting occasionally broken by a whimper, as Levi alternated between dipping his middle finger into the pool that gathered at her entrance and rubbing circles on her clit with his coated digit. Her lips were so close to his ear, every little gasp or moan falling into it and traveling straight to his cock, which he’d unconsciously started rutting against her leg. 

It felt so good.

A little more of this and Levi was sure he would make a mess on his uniform, and if the way Hange’s body was starting to wriggle was any indication, she was close too. 

Levi’s wish was to speed up his ministrations, have her come on his fingers, and then in any and whichever other way she’d like, but, for once, reason spoke louder. After all those months fantasizing about this, stroking himself late at night in the communal bathroom over the thought of the faces she’d make during her high, he couldn’t have Hange hiding in his neck when that finally happened. That wouldn’t do.

Still, it was hard to stop.

Levi let his finger slide down from her clit to push at her entrance, and the way her slick walls sucked him in had him lightheaded. Even though the captain was a disciplined man, It took him every ounce of restraint he had to remove himself from her. 

Hange started to protest but her words became mumbles and then silence fell as she stared at the digit disappearing between his lips. Levi’s eyes fluttered closed and he moaned at the tangy scent and the slightly salty taste of her. 

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered, hoisting Hange up by her thighs and diving into a deep kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms holding on to the back of his neck and his shoulder. 

Hange rutted her hips against his clothed cock, following the rhythm of their tongues, her warmness and wetness radiating even through the fabric.

Levi moved them away from the wall, turning around to let her fall onto the mattress, ass right at the edge of the bed. He pulled her panties down her gorgeous long legs, taking a minute to marvel at the sight of her glistening pussy before falling to his knees. 

He caressed Hange’s thighs, then pushed them down until they were flush against the mattress. Levi thanked the flexibility the Survey Corps training gave its soldiers as he watched her open herself as much as she could to him.

Hange shivered at Levi's kisses on her inner thighs and at the light circles his thumb traced on the sensitive skin near her knees. He made a path towards her hips and lay a final kiss on her slit. Only then he licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit. Levi closed his eyes for a second and he let out a throaty groan as he finally got a taste of her straight from the font.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this, Four Eyes” he breathed against her pussy. “You’re so good.”

Hange arched her back away from the bed and grabbed his sheets as his tongue prodded at her hole. Then, she was arching in the opposite way, back pressed hard against the mattress, head up, fingers once again tangled in Levi’s hair, holding his head in place as his lips latched on to her clit, soft tongue alternating between flicking it up and down and making circles all around it. She seemed to like the circles best.

Levi sped up his pace, marveling at the sounds Hange was making for him. Her sharp breaths were slowly and steadily being replaced by moans, which grew louder and quicker at each roll of his tongue. As her back started to rise from the mattress once again, and as her hands pressed his head down harder against her pussy, he knew she was close. His eyes shoot up to her, ready to burn the image into his memory. Her face was red and sweaty, eyes shut tightly, mouth agape, lips so swollen and glossy from their kissing. Hange looked like a goddamn goddess and Levi was worshipping her the way she deserved.

Hange's moans became shorter and shorter building up until a drawn-out whimper took over. This was it. Levi pressed his tongue flat and hard against her clit, and her whole body tensed up under him. Her legs shivered and her thighs tried to rise from the bed, but Levi pushed them down with his palms again, his tongue now pressing small firm circles on her clit, dragging out her orgasm 'til the last drop.

Her whine morphed into an anguished cry of pleasure as Levi’s tongue gradually slowed down, still firm against her oversensitive nub. When he finally stopped, Hange was pushing his forehead away from her. He sat back on his ankles to watch her with a cocky smile on the corner of his lips, her arousal smeared all over his cheeks and chin.

“Levi,” Hange panted “I had no idea you could fuck like that.”

“I haven’t fucked you,” Levi stood up, then added: “yet.” 

His reply made her giggle, but as Hange sat on the bed and glanced at his pants, her eyes widened in silent panic.

Levi looked down to find his briefs and part of his open fly damp, with whitish stains starting to form in the drier parts. His blood froze during the split-second he believed he had cum in his pants just from eating Hange out, but, to his relief, it was the result of her rubbing against him earlier.

Given his natural clean-freak disposition, Levi would’ve thought something like this would annoy him, instead, it made his cock throb under the soiled pants.

“Sorry, Levi! I’ll get them cleaned when we-”

Levi took a step forward to hover over his colleague, one hand pushing her torso back to the bed, his knee nudging one of her legs to the side so he could shove his middle and ring fingers into her. Despite the abruptness of this intrusion, he slid in without resistance. Hange gasped and he cursed as her walls clamped around him. 

“Looks like you’re ready,” he said, making a hook movement with his fingers as he pulled them out. Levi removed his shirt and hung it on one of the pegs behind his door. He used his ruined pants to wipe his hands and face, then discarded them next to Hange’s clothes on the floor.

There were no barriers between them now, no secrets, Levi thought, as he stood naked between Hange’s legs. Her hands traveled up his abdomen, soft palms tracing his muscles, making him shudder under her light touch. She pulled him closer for a kiss while retreating to lay further back on the bed. When they reached their destination, she shifted her weight to the side, showing him what she wanted.

Levi obeyed, laying on his back as she positioned herself above him, legs on each side of his hips, wet pussy lips hugging his dick, pressing it against his stomach.

Hange started out slow, rolling her hips back and forth, the sway of her body so fluid it had Levi hypnotized. He tried to get a hold of her breasts, but Hange caught his wrists, trapping them behind his head. She lowered herself on his chest to lay little pecks on his lips, which soon became deep kisses. She moaned in his mouth each time his tip poked at her clit. 

Hange freed one of her hands to play with Levi's chest. He watched unblinking as she dipped her thumb and index finger in her mouth before trapping one of his nipples between them. She twiddled with nub and Levi couldn’t hold back his moans, the sensation completely overwhelming. 

“So sensitive,” she smiled down at him, and the sight was so divine Levi wondered if maybe he’d died and was in heaven. He was so entranced he didn’t have time to react when Hange guided him to her entrance and sank down.

“Fuck! Han-” his words melted into an incomprehensible mewl.

An eternity fantasizing during the Senior Officers’ meetings wouldn’t have prepared him for how fucking fantastic it felt to be inside Hange. She was impossibly tight and yet it was so easy to slide in and out of her. Hange didn’t give him time to get used to her grip, setting a steady pace from the get-go. Levi would occasionally snap his hips to meet her thrusts, and every time he did so her pussy clenched around him, making him see stars.

The best part was feeling all of this while watching Hange’s face contort in pleasure, her usually innocent big brown eyes, now half-lidded, shutting hard whenever he hit some secret spot deep inside of her. When her lips parted to let out a moan, he couldn’t help but capture them in a kiss, swallowing her sounds. The feeling of her tongue gliding through his somehow made the pleasure he was feeling skyrocket. If heaven felt like this, he didn’t care if he died tomorrow in the expedition.

His soul just about left his body when out of nowhere Hange tightened more than he thought possible around him. Levi looked up in confusion, only to find a mischievous grin on her face. She did that on purpose and oh fuck-

Again.

And again.

Hange kept this up, bouncing faster and faster on his cock. Indescribable pleasure built up in him, the sensation so intense and overwhelming that Levi didn’t even have it in him to moan. So he panted, louder and louder, quicker and quicker, until, with a final long squeeze Hange tipped him over the edge, and then he was shuddering, spilling all he had inside of her. 

They lay side by side for several minutes, first catching their breath, and then breathing silently. The mattress shifted when Hange propped herself to get up, but Levi got a hold of her wrist before she could leave the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going, Four Eyes?”

“To clean myself up” she replied, moving to leave the bed, but Levi wouldn’t budge. “What? I thought my tidiness would make you proud” She joked, getting an amused puff from him, but his hand remained in place.

“Stay. Please.”

Hange lay back again, facing him, and Levi sighed in relief. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to bury his face in the crook of her neck, his nose drowning in her hair. His lips found the shell of her ear to plant his confession “I wanna go again”, to which she replied with a chuckle and a light caress of his hands. A truer confession, however, would be that he simply didn’t want this night to end. 

“As much as I’d like to, I gotta be able to ride my horse tomorrow”

Right.

Tomorrow. 

His thoughts must have been made transparent by his expression because Hange’s playful demeanor changed to a serious one. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling in silence for long minutes.

“Do you think we’ll ever see this thing through?” She said, finally. 

He tilted his head to the side, and she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Titans. The walls. These expeditions” Hange elaborated, looking at the ceiling again, “I know these things take time, generations even, but I can’t help but wonder if we’ll see an age without Titans in our lifetime.”

“No.”

She smiled weakly at his honest reply and the expression looked so out of place on her face. Levi’s heart felt suddenly heavy. 

“I thought you liked your research.”

“I do, it’s just- wouldn’t you rather have a choice, Levi?”

He would, but having grown without the luxury of taking anything, not even sunlight, for granted, he knew better than to entertain false hopes. He should be honest.

“Maybe we have a chance,” is what Levi found himself saying, instead. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll kill every last titan outside of the walls or you’ll find some secret poison or come up with some incredible weapon that will wipe them out. Maybe tomorrow will be our last expedition.”

She smiled a strange smile, melancholic and complicit, her eyes reflecting exactly what he was feeling. It was a conversation without words.

Thanks for lying for me. Thanks for lying with me.

Hange turned on her side, this time with his back to him, and pulled one of his arms close to her chest.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

[domjaehyun]

can i get uhhhhh best friend!mark with a corruption kink pls 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

hi! i was wondering if you could write something like mark eating y/n out in his childhood bedroom while his parents are next door 👉🏻👈🏻 i saw it on a this or that hard stan version and now i can’t stop thinking about it omg,,, i love your blog btw! 💘

In light of the chin juice 💀💀 mmmaaybe after you’re rested mmmaybe you could pls do a Mark smut where y/n is so cute and Mark just wants corrupt her? Tee hee 🥺👉🏾👈🏾🥺🥺🥺

okay i ended up combining these because i had a Vision so i hope the three of you like it!!

––firsts; 3.7k

“you were so cute as a baby,” you remark as you observe one of the many photos on mark’s walls. you’re fixated on a picture of a young mark holding a trophy from a spelling bee, and you turn to him. “what happened?”

“oh, shut up,” he snickers, pushing you lightly. you giggle and move away, moving towards his bed. you sit down with an ungraceful plop, smiling when you bounce slightly. mark finally got a chance to go home for the thanksgiving/christmas holidays, and he was beyond excited when he surprised you with plane tickets back to vancouver with him. you’d just landed, and he was bursting at the seams with excitement the whole way to his house. when you’d met his mother for the first time, she’d wrapped you both up in a tight hug and kissed you both on the cheek loudly, to mark’s utter embarrassment. you’d exchanged greetings, listened to a couple of embarrassing childhood stories about mark, and had gotten to know each other briefly before he grabbed your hand and tugged you upstairs to his room, where you now sit on his bed.

“y’know, i’ve actually never had a girl in my room before now,” mark muses, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“but you get so much action in college,” you reply, confused, and he shrugs.

“i wouldn’t say it’s that much.” he defends, and you shake your head vehemently.

“i didn’t mean it in a bad way at all. you just…seem super experienced, especially from my perspective.” you say, and he turns fully to look at you.

“what do you mean? it just hit me that you never talk about your sex life,” he says, and you falter, looking down. 

“that’s because there’s not much to talk about.” you say simply. “i’ve never had sex before.”

“no way,” mark breathes, and you look up at him in confusion. “you’re messing with me.”

“no,” you insist. “i’ve never done anything before.” with the admission, your shyness returns, your gaze dropping down to your knees. you fiddle nervously with the edge of your dress, the silence deafening. “mark, can you…say something? you’re scaring me.”

“sorry, i’m just surprised. that is…so hot,” he confesses, and your eyes widen, your body stiffening in surprise.

“shut up,” you say quickly, and he crouches down so you’re face-level with him.

he calls your name, and you shake your head. “look at me,” he says softly, and you reluctantly bring your gaze up to meet his. “i’m serious. that’s so hot. so you’ve really never done anything?” you shake your head, and his already wide eyes get impossibly wider. “shit,” he swears softly and reaches out to place a hand on your knee. he’s done it before, so you don’t know why your heart skips a beat. your gaze drops back down, staring at his hand on your knee, and he clicks his tongue to get your attention. “look at me.” he reminds you, sliding his hand up your leg slowly.

“mark,” you say softly, “what are you doing?”

“do you trust me?” it’s not an answer to your question, but at this point, you’re not sure if you even wanted one, knowing full well what he’s doing. he calls your name again when you don’t answer, and your gaze snaps up to his.

“yes,” you breathe, and something in the air shifts as he gazes into your eyes.

“good. so you’ve never even kissed anyone?” he asks, and you shake your head, biting your lip slightly. “you’re so cute when you do that,” he says sweetly, and you look up at him shyly. “do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, and you nod. he smiles crookedly at you and shakes his head. “ask me to do it.”

“what?” you ask, confused.

“you heard me. ask me to kiss you. tell me you want it.” he urges softly, and at your nervous laugh, he smiles wider, licking his lips and tucking a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him. “you can do it, come on.”

“mark,” you start nervously, and he nods encouragingly. “would you kiss me? please?” you ask, and the words leaving your mouth become too much and you bury your face in your hands, squealing softly.

“hey, hey, hey, don’t be shy. it’s just me. plus, how can i kiss you if your face is all hidden?” mark’s words are soothing, but when he moves your hands from your face, his gaze is like nothing you’ve ever seen from him. pupils blown wide with desire, he’s eying you with an almost hunger, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes and back. he leans closer to you, and you suck in a sharp breath, scrunching up the fabric of your dress in your hands as his lips get but a breath away from yours. he places his hands on either side of you, leaning in and you lean back until he’s hovering over you, your back on his comforter. 

his bedspread smells like him–like laundry detergent, cinnamon, and pinky promises–and you feel more at ease with the doe-eyed male for a moment, the sense of security fading as he leans in. his lips touch yours softly, and you burst into a fit of giggles, scrunching your eyes closed as you lose yourself in your laughter. when your laughter dies down, you just see mark’s eyebrow raised expectantly. 

“sorry,” you laugh nervously. “just got nervous.”

he doesn’t speak, just nods in understanding and cups the side of your face, leaning in and kissing you. this kiss isn’t like the first, which was softer, more gentle; this one is insistent, a bit needy, and much more passionate. 

“you sure you’ve never kissed anyone?” mark exhales against your lips, eyes opening to look at you skeptically. “you’re good at it.”

“thanks,” you smile, shaking your head. “and no, you’re my first kiss.”

“god, that’s so hot,” he breathes, and his lips are back on yours, his knee spreading your legs apart as he leans down, resting most of his body weight on you gently. the pressure is comforting, his body warm and inviting, and you tentatively reach up to touch him but think better of it, dropping your hand back onto the bed. “you can touch me,” he urges you, picking up your hand and bringing it to his side. “that good?” he asks, and you nod, gripping the fabric of his shirt as his lips meet yours again. the two of you just lie there kissing for quite some time, soft sighs leaving you as he brings his hand to your side, rubbing it up and down soothingly. his touches are gentle, nothing like the way he’s kissing you; his teeth sink into your bottom lip, tugging at it before releasing it and parting your lips with his tongue, stroking yours with his.

“mark,” you whine bashfully, and he moans at the sound of his name, his hand clutching at your hip none too gently. “i–i want…” you trail off, nerves overcoming you.

“say it,” he urges you, hand ghosting up to your chest. “do you want my hands, my fingers, my mouth? what is it, pretty girl?”

“i–oh.” you flush at the title. “pretty girl.”

“yeah, you’re my pretty girl,” he says, smiling down at you. “now…does my pretty girl want to tell me what she wants?”

“do i have to say it?” you whine, and he nods, smirking down at you.

“we can stop,” he offers, and you shake your head. “that’s what i thought. i want to hear you say it. wanna hear your pretty voice tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you. want to see that pretty, fucked-out look in your eyes when you tell me that you want my mouth on your pussy.” he breathes, and you squeak in surprise, heat blazing in your cheeks furiously at his word choice.

“don’t say that!” you protest, and he leans in close to your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“tell me you want my mouth on your pussy. say those exact words.” he murmurs, tilting your head to the side so he can pepper light kisses down your neck.

“mm, oh, that feels good,” you sigh blissfully, smiling when he flips your dress up so your underwear is exposed. it’s not much, just white cotton underwear with a pink bow in the center of the waistband, and you find yourself wishing you had worn some of your more risqué underwear that you keep in the back of your drawer.

“tell me what you want or i’ll stop.” he warns you, and you shake your head.

“don’t stop,” you plead, and he stops kissing your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “want, um. want your mouth on me.”

“on you where?” he presses, and you huff in frustration. “god, you’re adorable. say it, baby, or i won’t do it.”

you sigh in defeat. “on my…pussy,” you mumble, and he raises an eyebrow, cupping his hand behind his ear and gesturing for you to say it again. “mark, please? i really want to feel your mouth on my…pussy,” you say just a bit louder, still hesitant, and you absolutely do not miss the way mark’s expression morphs from teasing to shocked to lustful. he sits up on his knees, eyes scanning your body carefully, taking in every inch of you. when his gaze lands on your bare legs and your exposed underwear, he groans, a hand moving to the front of his jeans, where he palms himself through his clothing.

“mark!” you yelp, shocked by how brazenly he’s touching himself.

“do you blame me?” he shoots back defensively. “you have the audacity to walk around looking this damn cute, this damn tempting and expect me not to feel some type of way?”

“i–you think i’m tempting?” you ask incredulously, and he looks at you in disbelief.

“how could i not? you always flounce around in these cute little skirts and dresses and it just makes me want to grab you by the waist and kiss you until we run out of air. makes me wanna,” his voice lowers as he slides his hands up from your knees to your inner thighs, spreading them a bit further apart, “just wreck you.”

“you want to wreck me?” you squeak in surprise, and he sighs deeply.

“there are so many things i want to do to you–with you,” he explains slowly as he situates himself so he’s kneeling facing your spread legs. “i’d rather show you than tell you them. good with you?” he asks, and you nod vigorously, “good. now let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me, hm?” he says with a teasing grin, tugging your legs closer so your ass is at the edge of the bed. “god, i can see how wet you are through your underwear,” he groans, leaning closer and swiping a finger along your clothed core. you jolt, crying out in surprise, and he shushes you. “my parents are next door and unless you want to ruin the cute, innocent image my mom has of you, i’d be quiet.”

“okay,” you mumble quietly, biting down on your lip as he hooks his fingers into your underwear, tugging them down your legs and dropping them on the floor beside him. he lets out a soft moan when he sees your core, glistening with arousal. feeling shy, you move to close your legs, but he’s quicker than you, catching your legs and holding them apart.

“god, it’s so pretty,” he mumbles in awe, licking his lips. his gaze flicks up to your face, and he smiles at the completely overwhelmed expression on your face. “you’re so wet just from kissing, pretty girl? i haven’t even touched you yet.”

“stop teasing me,” you whine, covering your face, and he hums, tapping the inside of your thigh. you look down at him slowly, and your heart feels like it stops at the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“but you’re so fun to tease, pretty girl,” he coos, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to your clit. you flinch and move to close your legs again reflexively, but they barely even budge under mark’s grip. “stop doing that,” he admonishes you, leaning back in and licking a stripe up your slit. “let me taste you. fuck, you taste good.” 

“ah,” you moan, and you can feel him smile as he starts to lick up your slit, tongue navigating through your folds with ease. “oh, god.” you breathe out sharply when he swirls his tongue around your clit, flicking the bundle of nerves back and forth before taking it into his mouth and sucking. he lets it slip from his lips only to recapture it, repeating the action until your back arches off the bed, another soft moan leaving your lips.

“you make such pretty sounds,” he groans, his licking and sucking getting more fervent as he loses himself in your core. “pretty sounds for my pretty girl,” he murmurs distractedly as he spreads your folds with two fingers, pressing the tip of his tongue at your entrance. you cry out weakly in surprise, and he wastes no time in pushing his tongue into your hole, licking into you. your abdomen tenses and you push at his head in surprise, yelping when he captures your hands and presses them to the bed, his tongue still pushing in and out of your hole shallowly. “stop moving, pretty girl. are you gonna be good for me?” you nod shyly, and he licks his lips, staring you down as a predator would its prey. “say it.”

“i’ll be your good girl,” you blurt out instantly, and his brows arch upwards in surprise. “i’ll be so good, but…” you trail off nervously, and he presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh.

“tell me, pretty girl. you know i like to hear that cute little mouth tell me all sorts of dirty things.” he wheedles, and you nibble at your lower lip nervously.

“please don’t stop,” you whisper, and his gaze darkens. “keep going? please?” you don’t have to say another word, thankfully, because he lowers his head again, diving into your core eagerly and lapping at your arousal, licking and sucking at your folds and clit until you’re whispering soft curses, your fingers curling around his black locks. “mark, i think i’m gonna come,” you whisper urgently, and he just nods, too invested in helping you reach your climax to respond properly. soon after you’ve spoken, the coil wound nice and tight in your stomach snaps, and you’re climaxing with a muffled whine, your lower lip trapped between your teeth. he keeps sucking on your clit even after you’ve come down from your high, the sensation now completely overwhelming. you gasp loudly and struggle to free your wrist from his tightening grip, trying with all your might not to cry out loudly and alert his parents in the next room.

“next time, i’m gonna make sure i hear all those noises you’re making,” he promises you, and your skin crawls in anticipation at the prospect of there being a next time. “god, i could really just spend all day making you come with my mouth on your pretty pussy.” he sighs happily, and you flinch back in alarm. “relax–i won’t do that to you for your first time.” he assures you, and you relax, propping yourself up on your elbows. “now, i took your first time getting oral; do you want me to be your first time having sex? do you think you’re ready?”

“yes,” you breathe, nodding firmly. at the pregnant silence that follows, you suck in a large breath before speaking, already knowing what mark wants. “mark, please have sex with me? please? i want it to be you.”

he softens at the last sentence, standing up and unbuttoning his jeans before he tugs both them and his underwear down, his cock slapping against his stomach.

“oh, shit.” you mumble in awe, intimidated by its size and girth. “is–is that gonna fit in me?”

“guess we’ll have to find out,” mark chuckles, and your eyes widen as he climbs onto the bed, you scooting back to accommodate him on the bed. he hovers above you, kissing you slowly but passionately, successfully distracting you as he lines up with your entrance, pushing in slightly. you gasp into his mouth, and he presses light kisses all over your face in an attempt to soothe you. “you’re okay, pretty girl, you’re doing so good. tell me if it’s too much, okay?” as he talks, he’s pushing into you slowly, occasionally stopping the kisses to look down at his cock disappearing into you. “fuck, pretty girl, you’re so fucking tight.”

“mark,” you whimper, “hold on for a second.” he stills instantly, cupping your chin in one hand and kissing your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and finally your lips, his kisses lingering more and more until he’s slipping his tongue in your mouth in an effort to silence your soft moans. after what feels like ages of your walls adjusting to fit him into you, you nod. “okay, keep going,” you whisper, and he presses a final kiss to your lips before pushing in all the way, a low groan leaving his lips at the hot, tight sensation of your walls wrapped around his cock.

“lemme know when i can move,” he grunts through gritted teeth, and you nod in assent. his shoulders sagging in relief, he starts to thrust into you slowly, hands gripping your hips tightly. it feels strange at first, foreign, but slowly, the pleasure builds until you’re squirming in frustration. “what is it, pretty girl?”

“can you, um…go faster?” your last words are swallowed by your nerves, and he chuckles.

“go what?” he taunts you, pulling out and pushing in painfully slowly.

“faster, mark, please don’t make me–oh–” you moan as he picks up the speed, thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes. you’re having a hard time staying quiet, whimpers and moans leaving your lips with every thrust to the point where mark has to cover your mouth.

“you want my parents to find us here, don’t you?” he asks, and you shake your head vehemently. “yes, you do, you little minx. you were so innocent when we started, and now you’re moaning like a little slut,” he drags out the last word, and you moan louder in surprise and pleasure. he thrusts faster, harder, and deeper, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room with the muffled cries of pleasure you keep letting out. you’re so close, so painfully close to coming, when–

“mark!” you cry out in surprise when he pulls out of you, slowly pumping a hand up and down his cock.

“beg for it,” he says, and you splutter incredulously. “come on, pretty girl, i wanna hear that little mouth beg for my cock.”

“mark, i can’t beg for that,” you whine. “just come back.”

“nope. beg.” he asserts, and you whimper, practically flailing in frustration.

“mark, please,” you whimper, tears of overwhelming emotion welling in your eyes at the feeling of your impending orgasm subsiding. “mark, i need you so badly, mark, please fuck me with–with your cock, please make me come, i’m begging you, please? pretty pretty please make me come, mark, you felt amazing.”

his eyes slide shut at your begging, and you bite your lip nervously, not sure if it was enough. when he reopens them, the level of desire in his eyes is a bit scary, if you’re being honest. 

“god, you sound so pretty begging for my cock,” he groans, pushing back into you. “and so filthy, baby, you’re that greedy for my cock? hm? want it so bad, you’ll say any dirty little thing it takes to get it?”

“god, yes, mark,” you moan as he starts thrusting into you with reckless abandon, fingers surely digging crescent moon indents into your skin. “please don’t stop, oh, fuck–” one hand’s on your clit now, rubbing it in circles and you feel your orgasm returning, warmth taking over you as it tugs on the pit of your stomach, wrapping itself around you and squeezing so tightly it feels like you can’t breathe. you gasp out loudly, stars swimming in your vision as you climax, crying out mark’s name. he thrusts into you once, twice, thrice, and a fourth time before his cock twitches and he’s pulling out of you, hot white cum spurting onto your stomach and thighs. “oh, my god.” you pant, and he leans down, kissing you fervently, tongues playing with each other as he sighs into your mouth, cupping your face.

when you part, there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips, and he breaks the connection with a swipe of his tongue. you lie on the bed limply, catching your breath as mark flops onto his back beside you, doing the same.

“how do you feel?” he asks softly, reaching over to hold your hand. he squeezes it softly, murmuring, “i didn’t wanna be too rough with you.”

“it was amazing,” you assure him, and he smiles widely, bringing your hand up to his mouth for a kiss. “i’m glad you were my first,” you admit shyly, and he looks over at you only to find you looking away, staring at the ceiling.

“god, you’re so cute, what am i going to do with you?” he grunts, standing up suddenly and tucking himself back into his pants, making an effort to seem composed. he heads out of his room and returns a moment later with a damp washcloth, which he uses to wipe off the cum on your stomach and thighs. 

“more of that?” you ask hopefully, and he looks up at you incredulously.

“god, you get one taste, and you already want more?” he’s in shock, and you just smile shyly.

“it felt really good,” you defend yourself, and he holds his hands up in surrender.

“i could tell. you really do make such cute noises,” he remarks as he helps you to your feet, stooping down and picking up your underwear, handing it to you. “i thought i was gonna come right there when you were begging me to fuck you.”

“that was so embarrassing, please don’t make me do it again,” you plead, and he shoots you a mischievous smile.

“no promises.”