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hoonieyun · 3 months ago

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why... ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

breaking up with your boyfriend means losing a lover but what happens when your boyfriend was also your best friend, meaning you lost both and now have to face him for a popular youtube show

park sunghoon x reader

genre: angst, heartbreak, exes reunited, exes to ..?

warnings: profanity, sad shit, miscommunication, 18+, not proofread LOL

masterlist - word count: 4671

when your ex-boyfriend reached out to you to be a part of a youtube video your initial reaction was “what is he talking about?” but as you read more about what the video is about and after watching some clips, you ended up agreeing. you weren’t necessarily excited to do it but you didn’t have anything better to do for that weekend anyway.

sunghoon on the other hand, was very excited. he always called you his “soulmate” or “the one that got away” so in a lot of ways, to him this was the perfect opportunity to check if the spark was still there.

the two of you used to be best friends before lovers. you had met during freshman orientation for university and for some reason, sunghoon stuck on to you like his life depended on it; he followed you around like a lost puppy and although he didn’t know you and you didn’t know him, he felt comfortable around you enough to let you guide him around your enormous university as if it also wasn’t your first day too. you both were inseparable ever since. sunghoon hadn’t given you a straight answer aside from. “i don’t know, you looked nice.” whenever you would ask him why he clung onto you that day and quite frankly, you were grateful that he did. you would go on to become best friends for another year and a half before the two of you would realize your feelings for each other.

sunghoon would take you out on a date one winter night where the two of you would go ice skating or more so, sunghoon would ice skate and you would try your best to stay balanced on your two feet.

but he was right by your side throughout the whole night and by the end of it, he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend. he was by your side every day until graduation when your relationship met its untimely end. you had always had a love for helping others so studying medicine was something you dove into right from the beginning. your father had fallen ill at some point when you were young and after losing him, you promised yourself you would be a part of the life changing phenomenom surrounding the cure for several diseases.

when you had gotten the call that you had gotten accepted to further your studies after graduation to do research and to acquire your M.D that would later lead to your residency, you jumped at the chance and said yes without thinking twice.

you hadn’t even considered the idea that this opportunity was in a whole different country, meaning you’d have to leave everything and everyone you knew behind. your family and friends, and your boyfriend who was also your best friend, sunghoon. reminiscing on your relationship was something you hadn’t done in a long time considering you were so busy with work and research that you barely even had time for your own life.

but you found yourself thinking about those memories from so long ago as you pulled into the parking lot of the studio the youtube video was recording in. you hadn’t seen sunghoon in for a whole year since your breakup and you could only think about what his reasoning was for this meeting and for it to be something that would be broadcasted and watched by thousands of people on the internet. you had to push past your nerves and tell yourself that everything would be fine, that you’re just meeting with your old best friend who just happens to also be your ex.

you had the opportunity to come home because after a long and busy year, your team had made enough progress that allowed you some downtime; so you decided to fly back home to see your family and sunghoon just happened to know you’d be in town so you could do the recording and more importantly, see him. a nice lady greeted you as you entered the building and gave you the rundown of how filming would go, she explained that you’d ask your ex questions and vice versa and to try to keep it as cordial as possible if there was a possibility it would escalate.

she guided you to your own dressing room where she’d call you once the current ex-couple was done filming. you thanked for her kindness and she tells you to help yourself to the several snacks and refreshments set on the coffee table in the middle of the room. you didn’t know what to expect and the longer you waited for filming to start, the more your mind ran wild with questions.

does sunghoon hate you?

did he invite you here to humiliate you on camera?

do you still love sunghoon?

does he still love you?

so many things were running through your mind but you weren’t going to let it cause you to spiral. as you waited for your turn to film, you decided that doing some breathing exercises would help soothe your worries; so you slide off your shoes and sit with your legs crossed in the middle of the room before closing your eyes and focusing on steadying your breathing.

your breathing was no longer sporradic and a sense of calm wafted throughout the room as you took the time to zone out all of the noise even if it was just the sound of the air conditioning and the occasionally muffled voices of those outside the room. “yn, we’re ready for you.” the lady who you met earlier says as she pokes her head into your room. you slowly open your eyes and think about her words. “we’re ready for you.”

ready. you smiled at her and gave her a small nod before standing up and putting your shoes back on. they were ready but you weren’t entirely sure that you were; and there was much time to turn back now as you exit the dressing room and are instructed to wait behind a curtain as someone who worked for the production team introduced the concept of the video for your episode.

here goes nothing…

the room pauses for a moment and one of the production assistants gestures for you to walk onto the set, pointing at the small marking on the ground for where you need to stand and introduce yourself before taking a seat on the chair on your left.

you thanked him before walking over to where you needed to stand and smiling at the camera, trying your best to not sound or look nervous as your eyes scanned all of the cameras and crew in front of you.

“hi, i’m yn and today i’ll be doing an interview with my ex.” you said softly before taking your seat.

soon after, you see a figure emerge from the other side of the room and at first his face is covered in the harsh shadows caused by the studio lights but as he gets closer you see the familiar face of your best friend and ex-boyfriend, sunghoon.

he’s just as handsome as ever wearing a simple striped shirt in thick black rimmed glasses. you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat when the light hit his face because seeing him after a whole year, he’s only gotten more handsome. his arms were more toned, face sharper but still had that soft and warm smile you loved so much, and he had this confident air around him. not the type that came off as arrogant or egotistical, but more so like he was comfortable and happy. he was radiating a type of energy that you hadn’t seen before and you weren’t sure if it was because he was doing so much more after your breakup or if the idea of seeing you and being around you again made him this way.

“hello, i’m sunghoon and today i’ll be doing an interview with my ex.” he says with that smile, god that damn smile. his smile put you in such a trance that you got lost in the way his dimple would appear, how bright his smile seemed, and how crinkled his eyes would get. his smile that you’ve missed so much. sunghoon takes a seat across from you but not before initiating a hug, to which you were pleasantly surprised by. you quickly stood up to hug him and once again the warm feeling you got whenever he was around returned. he softly rubbed your back just like he did when you were together and it brings you back to when the two of you were bright eyed 18 year olds navigating university for the first time.

“you look good” he says and it causes heat to rush to your cheeks as you take in his compliment. you return one of the same and he smiles with a nod as the two of you take your respective seats. the tension isn’t awkward in the slightest, or at least you don’t think it is, as you wait for the next instructions from the producer.

“alright, go ahead and briefly catch up and we’ll throw in the first question after a moment.” he explains and you both nod at him.

“how are you?” you asked and he gives you a short answer of how he’s been doing okay, could be better, excited to do the video; nothing substantial but also not nothing?

you go on to say that you’ve been pretty busy with life and were surprised that he reached out to do the video, telling him you were reluctant first but eventually agreed because you just happened to fly back home for a little while and had the time to do so.

“okay, first question: how long did you guys date?” the producer asks and you look over at one another before answering simultaneously; “four years” and your voices blending in unison causes the two of you to laugh. it was just like old times when your friends would say that the two of you were hanging around each other too often that you guys have begun to either finish each other’s sentences or say the same things at the same time.

what was your first date?

sunghoon was going to answer but he notices that you’re about to speak so he gestures for you to keep going, “we went to an ice rink during christmas break and i was shit at ice skating but he was the best teacher ever and was there by me the whole time making sure i was okay and when i shed a few tears because i was so bad he was so quick to console me and help me off the ice so we could get something warm to drink and grab dinner.” you answered.

sunghoon smiled at you endearingly the whole time, you hadn’t noticed at first because you were talking to the camera to the side and once you had glanced over at him, he suddenly sits up straight and quickly wipes the grin off of his face. you blush at his actions, finding it cute that he still had the habit of trying to hide whenever he was admiring you even when the two of you were dating. like he was too shy to get caught staring and admiring your beauty.

“yup, she was bad at ice skating and still is i presume because i’d ask her to go ice skating every year on our anniversary and she’d just look at me with puppy eyes like she was begging not to go even if i was just teasing her.” he chuckled and dropped your head in hands in embarrassment because it was true.

“hey.. it’s scary! i don’t know how anyone can do it, being unbalanced is so scary it feels like i'm constantly fighting the fall that is eventually going to happen.” you retort with a pout and there it is again, the smile that creeps onto sunghoon’s lips whenever he’s watching you as if you were the only person in the room… and right now; you were.

who said i love you first?

when the question leaves the producers lips, you and sunghoon mimic each other without any verbal response but a gesture. both of your fingers point towards him and the identical motion causes the two of you to laugh once again. it was like you were both falling into your usual behavior, like no time has passed and you were still the two young freshmen who found comfort and love within the other.

“i said it before i could even ask her on our first day. i think i realized that i loved her when she’d wake up extra early to wake me up for classes even if she barely slept. i’m a really heavy sleeper so i usually sleep through my alarms, especially for morning classes, but she’d always come knocking on my apartment door to wake me up before my alarm could because she knew i’d just sleep through it.

i mean- i loved her before that but i think it was at that moment i realized that she was someone i loved in a way i’ve never loved someone else before.”

sunghoon’s story almost brings tears to your eyes because you hadn’t known it was that moment that he started to develop feelings for you. you started doing that halfway through freshman year but he didn’t ask you out until the winter of your second year in university.

“yeah, he said i love you to me that morning because i even brought him breakfast and coffee and at first i thought it was just him showing his gratitude but now i guess it was his first time saying i love you- which i didn’t know by the way because you didn’t ask me out until like a whole year later.” you teased and now it was sunghoon’s turn to hide his face in his hands shyly.

“in my defense, i was afraid it would ruin our friendship but i’m glad you still said yes to me when i asked you out, it was the scariest day of my life.” he said and you furrowed your eyebrow at his confession.

“really? scarier than when we were waiting for our biology lab reports back from professor kim?” you asked and he nods, “way scarier than that, i couldn’t imagine ever losing you so i was so scared that if i asked you, you’d reject me and that was that…” he says, trailing off at the end as he realizes how sad it sounded. your eyes softened at his words and you always knew sunghoon to be softer and gentle, but knowing that he had this inner conflict with asking you out or not because he was afraid of losing you really hurt; because in the end you lost each other.

you cleared your throat at the awkward silence and sunghoon looks away like he’s confessed something he shouldn’t have told you. it’s not that you didn’t know he felt this way because you’ve always kind of knew that losing one another was a fear the two of you had but you never knew how much it affected him.

what do you think was the cause of your breakup?

“i can answer that..” you begin to say as you look directly at the camera, trying your best to ignore sunghoon’s piercing gaze on your face.

sunghoon would call you the one to get away because he always felt like he let you get away. when you first broke up he would constantly hit you up, trying to fix your relationship but you were pretty set in stone on your decision. looking back at it now, breakups aren’t generally mutual but you didn’t really give sunghoon the time to process. ultimately just telling him that your relationship couldn’t go on any further.

“i got accepted to do research and continue my studies for my M.D. and work towards my residency and unfortunately it was in a whole other country. i accepted it without even thinking about how it would affect my relationships and i know it may have seemed selfish but it was opportunity i couldn’t pass up because i didn’t think it would come around a second time.” you looked at sunghoon as you spoke and his eyes were glued to the ground.

“this was during graduation, i literally got the call a day after graduation and it took me several days to tell sunghoon but the longer i waited it just ate me from the inside out.

i didn’t know how to tell him and it just came out one day and yeah…

we went through several scenarios of how we could make it work but to me everything felt so uncertain except for the decision that we landed on. i know it wasn’t ideal but i would be gone for a long time and i wasn’t sure how long distance would work so i suggested for us to break up.” you said with a sniffle, noticing that you haven’t had the chance to fully unpack that moment with sunghoon until now.

“i just wish we tried harder… i didn’t want to let you go; i still don’t.” sunghoon adds and you look up at him with tears brimming in your eyes. “i’ve always called you the one that got away because i did let you away. i should’ve fought harder so that you’d consider trying other options aside from ending what we had but i respected your decision even if i didn’t want that for us.” the room is silent after sunghoon’s statement and you try to look around, eyes landing on anything in the room just so you didn’t have to look at sunghoon who you knew was staring directly at you.

what is something you wished you could say to your ex that you didn’t have the chance to?

you finally look at sunghoon and he mimics your expression. one of hope that shadows the anguish and despair that he hides deep below inside of himself.

“do you want to go first?” you ask and he nods, sitting up and sniffling a bit before speaking.

“um, there’s a lot i wish i could tell you to be honest. i wanna tell you about all of the stuff i’ve done in the last year, all of my accomplishments, milestones, and successes that i wish you were there for but i think i finally want to tell you the one thing you’ve always asked me.

when we first met, it was during freshman orientation and although we didn’t know each other, i clung onto you and stuck by your side the whole day and you let me. which was very kind because normally someone would get weirded out by that but you didn’t.

you often ask me why i did that and i’d always tell you it was because you seemed nice and friendly, which is true, but the real answer was because you were the only person in that gigantic building hall that helped me. it was so crowded in that hall and some guys had shoved me causing me to drop the several pamphlets and packets the people were handing out and the several people who either looked at me and continued walking by or simply walked over me as i picked up my things, you were the only one to help me.

so, yeah; i guess it was because you were kind to me but it was for the most part because you made me feel cared for; even with that small gesture. it was the precedent of how i’d see you for the rest of my life. the kind, caring, and generous girl i fell in love with.

i mean, you’ve told people that we broke up because you wanted to pursue your studies abroad but i love to tell people that we broke up because you chose to focus on the kindness in your heart to help those who are sick.

she’s studying to become a doctor and dedicating countless hours to research so they can come up with a cure for various illnesses that have taken the lives of many. that’s why i never got angry or upset when she wanted to breakup; because i know it was bigger than that. she didn’t want to breakup because she hated me or was tired of me… we broke up because she had to choose the kindness in her heart to help thousands of people instead of harvesting the love we had for one another.

which i can never be mad at.”

the tears in your eyes have started to fall across your cheek and when sunghoon finally catches your gaze, he’s instantly standing up to reach over and wipe your tears away. gently cupping your face and wiping the tears with his thumb much like he did when you two broke up and as he sent you off at the airport.

it was a bit ironic that sunghoon was comforting you in this time because in a lot of ways, he should be the one hurting. he was the one who had to receive the shit end of the stick in your relationship but every time, he chose compassion and his love for you instead of the anger or negative emotion that someone else would’ve felt towards you.

you melt into his hand and you’re wrapping your arms around him before you could even think and thankfully; the familiar feeling of sunghoon’s strong arms wrap around you. the most comforting and warm place you’ve ever been, one that you’ve missed for a whole year.

the two of you stay in that position for a while and once you’ve stopped crying, he lets you go so you could go back to your seats and continue the interview.

this episode of the youtube series would definitely be a tearjerker just from that single moment.

“i think something i’ve always wanted to tell hoon is that i’m sorry.” you begin and sunghoon is shaking his head to tell you that you have nothing to be sorry for, but you did.

“no, i am very sorry. you said it best i chose to pursue my studies so i can help people but you’re the most important person in my life and i know it hurt you to see me not fight harder for our relationship when you tried so hard to come up with solutions and i just seemed to deny them all.

i’m sorry that i made it seem like i chose my career and my studies over you and it hurts even more to know that you’ve supported me throughout all of it and it turned out to be the cause of our breakup. i’m the cause of our breakup- you’re not..- but i am..” sunghoon interrupts to reassure you but you persist, wanting to get your point across.

“i’m okay with holding that burden because i made that decision to accept the research abroad and i made the decision to breakup with you even if you didn’t want to and i made the decision to stop talking to you once i was gone because it would only make things harder.

so… i’m sorry that i made you feel like you were just a second option that didn’t surmount the other and i’m sorry for giving you the love you poured into me.”

tears are pouring down your face again and although your vision is slightly blurred from the tears, you could tell that sunghoon was also crying. the producers let the two of you console each other for a few moments before having to continue the interview. they hand you both several napkins to wipe away your tears and the staff watch as you two wipe the tears away off of each other’s face; much like a couple would do. as if the two of you hadn’t even broken up in the first place with how connected and bonded the two of you were.

do you regret breaking up?

and as soon as the question leaves the producer’s lips, you’re both nodding instantly. which was a pleasant surprise to you both as sunghoon had expected you to say no because you were so determined to break up and how you wanted to focus on your studies. to you it was a surprise because you never expected sunghoon to want to get back together with how dismissive you were of his feelings when it came to what you were prioritizing in your life.

if you could, would you get back together?

the producers point first at sunghoon to which he nods with a small yes and when the producer points to you, you do the same.

“thank you both for being here today-” the producer is interrupted with a pause as he bids farewell and thanks the both of you for attending and participating in the video.

“can you believe that was two years ago…” you ask as you look up at sunghoon who’s eyes are still glued onto the computer screen. you had paused the video the two of you did two years ago for a youtube show that interviewed exes and you were so grateful that you said yes to sunghoon when he asked you to be on the show because it brought the two of you back together.

“i know.. time flies when you’re with the one you love, huh?” he says teasingly and you rolls your eyes at him, slapping his chest playfully.

“thank you for taking me back..” he says and you furrow your brows at him.

“i should be the one saying that, i can’t believe i almost said no to the show… can you imagine? then we wouldn’t have gotten back together.” you said and sunghoon brushes it off. “please, i’d find a way to get back to you in any lifetime. you’re the one that got away but that doesn’t mean that i can’t ever get you back… and i did.” he says, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

sunghoon presses play to continue the video of the two of you. the interview that changed the both of your lives and brought the love of his life back to him.

after the interview was over, it was fairly late so he asked if you wanted to grab dinner and the rest was history. in the short 4 hours that you two were together for the video and the dinner; your love for each other was reignited. like it was simply dormant inside of you and you realized that sunghoon was your soulmate. he waited patiently, supported you from afar, and admired you throughout all of it and still loved you.

your love was merely dormant but sunghoon’s was always alive. like his love for you was a lit candle and he used the fire he had to relight the wick of your candle, burning your love brightly; sharing the same flame that would burn forever for each other.

you had gotten back together after the interview and have now been dating for another two years on top of the previous four from university. the one year break that was referred to as a “temporary pause” as sunghoon likes to call it was simply just so you two could find each other again.

because if you love someone you have to let them go but if they come back; then it’s fate.

and that’s what the two of you were. it was fate that you two met during freshman orientation, it was fate that you two got together despite the fears of losing each other in the process, and it was fate that you still returned to sunghoon even after a whole year of being away.

but this time, neither of you would be losing the other.

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wlwloverwrites · 19 days ago

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Routine Check Up

Pairing: Dr. Natasha Romanoff x Reader x Nurse Wanda Maximoff

Summary: After doing some research, you find the perfect gynecologist, Dr. Romanoff and her lovely assistant nurse, Wanda Maximoff.

Warnings: dark themes, medical kink, fingering, humiliation kink, dubious consent, light bondage, vaginal dilators, relaxant drug with use of injection, brief needle mention, 18+ only

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To be transparent, you feared walking in Dr. Romanoff’s office today.

You’ve heard the horror stories, heard about the pain, and the embarrassment. Friends mumbling how they had to scoot down until it felt like they were going to fall to the floor just so their gynecologist could have a ‘good look.’

So you did your research.

You scouted the internet for doctors, reading hundreds of reviews, inputted the addresses into your phone and restarted when you saw they were miles away. Finally, you found Dr. Romanoff.

Stellar reviews, clean office, close to home, and a woman.

When a picture of a beautiful redhead loaded on your screen, a sense of relief filled your body. You figured everything would be more comfortable if your doctor was a woman, so that’s how you found yourself in a medical gown, panties neatly folded - hiding beneath your clothes on a lonely chair.

You tried to leave your panties on, but Nurse Maximoff insisted you took them off, stating it ‘makes things better for the doctor.’

The thin medical gown did little to protect you from the cold and did little to stop the breeze from hitting your backside.

“Are you scared?”

The voice makes you jump, still you reply softly, “A little.”

Not wanting to rip the disposable paper covering the medical table, you carefully turn your head to face the nurse. Still the paper rips and the first wave of embarrassment floods your veins.

“You could always hold my hand. For when it gets too much. How does that sound?”

Your eyes light up immediately by her kind offer and you shyly nod your head.

“Yes please, I’d like that. Personally, I’ve never heard of a great experience at the gynecologist,” you’re rambling, “but I saw Dr. Romanoff - well, I found her online and she had really good reviews…”

”It can be scary, but Dr. Romanoff is very good at her job. She and I will do our very best to keep you comfortable,” she winks.

The smile she sends you has you suppressing a giggle as she walks out of the room, she mumbles that she’s going to bring the doctor.

It isn’t long until you hear muffled voices behind the door, shortly after you hear a sharp knock.

“Come in.”

Oh gosh.

She even more beautiful in person.

Dr. Romanoff sends you a flirty smile. Her red hair is curled, unlike her picture. Long enough to rest just above her collarbones but short enough to let you read her embroidered name on her white coat.

“How are you doing today, sweetheart?”

On autopilot, the doctor washes her hands with proficiency, looking over her shoulder to hear your answer.

“I’m doing good, Dr. Romanoff,” you nod awkwardly as you fiddle with your thumbs.

“That’s nice to hear, sweetheart,” she pauses to look at the clipboard her nurse holds in front of her before looking up at you again, “And please, call me Natasha.”

You only nod, making a mental note to call her Natasha.

”I take it that my best nurse, Wanda, walked you through everything?” She assumes as she puts on a pair of latex gloves - careful not to break the sterile field.

Instead of answering, you stare at her gloved hands, mesmerized by their black color rather than their usual bright blue. The soft call of your name from Wanda has you shaking your head, bring your eyes back up to your doctor.

“Sorry, yes, she walked me through the process.”

“Legs up, feet in the stirrups, and then I need you to scoot all the down.”

The sound of the delicate paper beneath crinkling fills the room as you scoot down, looking up at Wanda who stands next to you. Her hand folds down, telling you to scoot even more, more, more, and stop.

“Just as a precaution we’ll need to strap you down.” Natasha leaves no room for discussion as she signals to Wanda to strap your thighs.

You watch as the nurse clicks the restraints, trapping your thighs - already minimizing your range of motion down to zero.

“Okay,” you mumble, however, your breath hitches when Wanda tightens similar buckles around your ankles, walking between your split thighs as she does. With your feet on the stirrups and the medical gown stretched over your bent knees, you feel exposed.

Wanda then walks back to you, taking your hands, tricking you into submission as she binds them to the table. She only sends you a soft smile as you gape at her actions - surely they didn’t need your hands tied, right? It has to be a mistake?

”It’s just a precaution,” Natasha reiterates with strong eye contact, soothing you by rubbing her hands down your thighs.

”R-right.”

You avoid eye contact the second you see Dr. Romanoff’s eyes peek between your legs. With your wrists locked in place you have no way of covering your face the second you hear the two redheads whisper to each other. Your muscles tense when you catch their eyes looking between your thighs.

“Oh no honey, are you shy?” Natasha coos at you as a latex-covered hand goes to your naked thigh to soothe you.

“A little b-bit,” you stutter shutting your eyes, praying you can just disappear.

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha motions for Wanda to comfort you.

Once again, you jump when a hand reaches for yours. The friction caused by the same latex she wears on her hands feels silly, nevertheless, the soft circles she draws on your hand comforts you enough to open your eyes.

“Better?” Natasha questions from between your legs, only her bright hair is visible over your gown.

“Mhmm,” you nod smiling at Wanda, but choke on your breath when you feel fingers glide between your folds.

“Seems like she’s wet enough.”

”That’s good doctor.”

They speak to each other as if you’re not in the room. Nevermind that it’s you they are looking at, nevermind that it’s you they are touching.

Biting your tongue, your eyes widen when you see Natasha grab a rather large speculum, but lessen when she also reaches for the lube.

You don’t see her use the lube, but you feel it.

”Wanda?”

A pair of green eyes look up from your sex and into yours, you swear you almost see a look of awe on her face.

”Can I hold your hand?”

Your hands waves for hers and she is quick to follow your request, only this time she’s seems annoyed. As if you took time away her new favorite activity - admiring your pussy.

Sighing happily at the comforting hand, you relax enough to let Natasha continue only this time a soft laugh escapes Natasha’s lips when you shiver. Similar to before, her fingers glide between your folds, only thing time it’s easier. It’s obvious she was more than generous with the lube, something you’re thankful for. Again, you’ve heard the horror stories.

Wanda’s hand slips into yours more comfortably the same time Natasha whispers a soft apology when you hiss at the cold metal that’s forced between your legs.

Natasha tries her best to insert the speculum, but it doesn’t budge. She tries harder, pushing the tip inside despite your fluttering walls and the pained whine you let out.

It hurts.

Your hold on Wanda’s hand tightens enough to make your fingers cramp - you can’t imagine how her hand must feel. Restraints wrapped about your ankles and thighs only tighten with every flinch.

Trying your very best to stay quiet, you sniffle and fight the tears that form in your eyes. Wanda catches a glimpse of your tears and shakes her head at her superior.

“I’m hurting you too much,” Natasha sighs, defeated.

You want to tell her it’s okay, you can take it, but when you move to look down and reassure her, the tears fall down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. It won’t fit.”

”I know a way it will feel better, okay?” Natasha hums.

”Yes, Doctor.”

The relief is immediate when she carefully pulls out, only being shoved half an inch the pain is still there.

”Call me Natasha,” she demands sternly.

There’s no please, it’s an order, so you nod.

“And if that doesn’t work I have something else we can try,” she shrugs casually as she shuffles through a drawer next to her.

”Yes, Natasha,” you nod, blinking away your dried tears - anything but that.

Glossy eyes glance up at Wanda, even with her mask on you can see how beautiful she is.

Subconsciously your walls clench around nothing when she sends you another wink. Shy, you break contact and try to close your legs, again you hear Natasha’s familiar chuckle.

“Wanda?”

”Yes, Doctor?”

”Clean her up.”

Almost as if she’s excited, Wanda drops your hand and takes Natasha’s place.

You hear the plastic before you see it. You watch as Natasha hands a small pack of wipes to Wanda. You throw your head back connecting the dots. This has got to be the most humiliating thing ever.

You want to protest, tell your doctor and nurse that you’re more than capable of cleaning yourself, but your hands are tied. A second wave of embarrassment floods your veins when you feel it.

Wanda is gentle as she swipes the wet wipe over your inner thighs, then the lube that’s pooled beneath you left behind from your doctor.

Mentally, you count in your head, trying your best to block out the two intelligent women who seem to have no issue with your nakedness or discomfort.

“I know they look scary, but we will take it slow.”

Natasha’s words bring your attention to the package she holds in her hand. You barely have the chance to read the label before she tears the box open. With new sterile gloves, she sets the multi-colored, silicon inserts, which one more colorful than the last, on the table.

Mesmerized, you stare at the five rod-like devices, each longer, and thicker than the previous, yet all share the same rounded tip.

Before you can ask what they are, Wanda explains Natasha’s upcoming process or inserting the ‘vaginal dilators’ in rounds. You nod, but give your verbal approval when Wanda raises her eyebrows at you.

Finding her familiar spot, Natasha settles between your legs holding the smallest dilator in her hand.

She’s quick, mindful of time, she most likely has another appointment.

You gasp when she pushes the smallest dilator past your entrance. The stretch is minimal, almost non-existent.

The strong and bracing hold on the table loosen when you realize this is much easier.

Whispers are shared between the two scholars as they make the decision to up the stakes, switching to the second smallest.

There’s a sting when Natasha pushes it in. Your chest rises then falls when you feel the base press against your clit.

Despite this only be the second round, there is a fluttering feeling in your lower stomach. Experimentally, Natasha pulls out a few inches, then pushes it back inside you.

“Oh!”

Protected by your gown, Natasha’s smirk is hidden, but Wanda’s isn’t.

”Too much?”

“N-no, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Instead of replying, Wanda hands Natasha the third dilator, taking back the glistening second.

The third one comes with a stretch. The blunt tip is pressed into your hole, but hardly budges, similar to the speculum.

Peeking down, you watch Wanda staring between your legs and Natasha’s curls bounce when she tilts her head towards you.

The gasp that falls past your lips is loud, your moan is even louder.

Following Natasha’s silent orders, Wanda presses her thumb on your clit. The embarrassment that floods your veins is replaced with pleasure as she rubs meticulous circles on your swollen clit.

Taking advantage of the pleasure that seeps through your veins, Natasha shoves the third inside. The two redheads watch as your walls clench uncontrollably around the thick dilator. The base glistens, similar to the two previous ones, with your wetness.

It feels like hours before Natasha makes the decision to try the fourth dilator.

Same as the large speculum, you get nowhere.

The pleasure fades and is replaced with pain once more.

“I can’t- hurts again.”

Another silent conversation is shared between the medical professionals. Wanda makes her way to the corner of the room, busy searching for something. As a way to distract you, Natasha’s hands sliding her hands up and down your inner thighs, almost in a soothing manner.

It works because you barely notice Wanda reappear between your thighs. Whatever she found is past to Natasha and you swear you hear a finger flicking thin glass.

“Okay, we are going to try that last thing I mentioned before, okay?”

“Yes, Natasha.”

”You’ll feel a small pinch,” she squeezes the meaty part of your inner thighs before continuing, “but we will give it a couple minutes to kick in and everything should feel better.”

You whisper a soft ‘okay’ and that’s when you see it, a large needle in Natasha’s gloved hand.

“Eyes on me,” Wanda calls as the needle disappears between your legs, “This is just going to make you feel relaxed. Your muscles will loosen up, some people say it makes them feel numb. It’s temporary and will allow for Dr. Romanoff to perform her routine check-up.”

You only nod then wince when you feel a painful poke which triggers immediate tears.

“You said a small pinch.”

”I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Natasha’s voice is taunting and dark as she smiles at your glossy eyes.

“That hurt a lot.”

”Promise the rest won’t hurt. Might feel good.”

Her sudden suggestive tone makes you look at the nurse who only shrugs playfully.

“How does that feel?”

Clueless, you look down at the woman between your legs, “Feel what?”

The three of you share a soft laugh, a laugh that’s cut short when you see Natasha reach for the fourth dilator.

Little do you know, the resistance that was there before is gone.

The stretch is painless as Natasha slowly pushes it inside, testing to see how your body accepts it.

It’s silly, how the pain is gone with the help of the relaxant.

Although you wouldn’t describe the feeling as numb, there is no discomfort, only pressure.

“You okay?” Wanda asks, looking at your furrowed brow.

“Uh-yeah. Just feels weird.”

Not only do you feel it, but you hear it.

Sounds of your wetness fills the room as Natasha thrusts the dilator inside you. You watch as fascination fills both Wanda’s and Natasha’s eyes. Even more so, when Natasha replaces the dilator with three of her fingers.

As if your wetness wasn’t loud enough, it’s even louder now. Like your body, despite not feeling most of the pleasurable sensation, is retailating to her touch, leaking at the act of her curling her fingers.

You wait for either of them to address it, but are only met with praise.

“Very good,” Natasha mumbles softly.

“Much better now, huh?”

You nod in agreement, dropping your jaw when you see Natasha stretch her glistening fingers to Wanda’s mouth.

You watch, mortified, as Wanda’s tongue peeks out just seconds before her lips wrap around Natasha’s dripping fingers. You don’t know what you’re expecting, but you most certainly do not expect her to hum and rush to jot down her notes on your file.

Similar to her nurse, Natasha hums rather loudly at your taste.

Your gown has found its new home bunched around your hips, giving you the perfect view of the doctor who stares between your legs, lost in deep thought.

Her fingers dip inside you once more, getting another taste, she hums again, scribbling the words ‘tastes sweet’ next to Wanda’s vulgar words.

Finishing with their notetaking, Wanda moves to point, “Doctor, what about this area, here?”

Pointing to the bud that sits, swollen, begging for more attention, Natasha is quick to follow. With her gloves soaked with her spit and your wetness, her fingers almost slip over your clit making you jump.

“Oh, looks like the injection didn’t work here,” Natasha pouts with deceptive tone. Still she rubs her thumb over your clit, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open. “Sensitive, huh? But that doesn’t seem to be a problem.”

Her words barely register in your head as you struggle against the tight straps pinning you down, suddenly realizing what position you’re in. The pressure between your legs builds rapidly.

Panic starts to set when you hear the wet noises paired with Wanda’s encouraging words.

“She’s so wet.”

Your whole body rocks with each thrust of your doctor’s fingers, jolting at every circle she rubs on your sensitive clit. It’s too much.

“Too much? If I didn’t know any better I’d say she’s a whore.”

You shake your head at Natasha’s words, pleading for her to stop, just to give you a second to gather yourself.

“Look here, she can’t even control it.”

You can’t bear it. The way the two woman have no shame in disregarding your begs.

“Wanda?”

”Yes, Doctor?”

“Bring over a mirror,” with a mocking tone she continues, “and bring a tissue for your sweet patient.”

Naively, you mistake her words for love, sniffling your tears and look at her as if she offered the world and Wanda was the one to give it.

Her touch is gentle as she dabs away your tears, shushing you softly until your heart rate goes back to normal. Assessing your calm nerves, Wanda follows the doctor’s next order, holding a round mirror just above her curls - giving you the perfect view of yourself.

You watch, in real time, Natasha’s fingers shove inside you, not three but four of her fingers. You see the way your body reacts to her touch, to the stretch. Your hole strains to fit them.

Again you watch your hole clench involuntarily around nothing when she pulls her fingers out. Wearing the same face of fascination, you stare at your gaping hole. A sinful view that only makes you want to shut your legs.

“Nowhere to hide,” Natasha tuts when you strain against your restraints. “Just look at how pretty you are and come for me.”

Before you can ask her what she’s talking about, her fingers slide inside you. Her other free hand rubs firm circles on your clit that has your body jerking once more, chasing the pleasure.

Without knowing, your eyes fall shut from the overwhelming feeling in your lower belly. As a result a firm slap lands on your clit, “Eyes on the mirror.”

The heat and pressure grow as Wanda whispers encouraging words, urging you to let go, humming on how you’re such a good patient, so good at following orders as you whisper a soft, ‘Yes, Natasha.’

You see Natasha’s fingers curl faster, watching as a clear liquid squirts onto her palm. Finally getting the reaction she wants, Natasha praises you.

“Come on, sweetheart, you can do it.”

Masking her order as encouragement you’re forced to listen. She holds all the power, she’s the one calling the shots.

Nodding your head you try your best to listen, but it’s not enough. As if Wanda can read your mind, she whispers something short in Natasha’s ear. As a result, the view of yourself is blocked by her curls.

Innocent eyes search for Wanda’s, yearning for her gentle comfort.

Like the good nurse she is, she drops the mirror and goes by your side. Her fingers intertwine with yours as the pleasure builds.

This time a loud moan escapes your lips when you feel Natasha’s lips wrap around your clit. She’s brutal. Laps her tongue on your clit without warning, desperately seeking out your orgasm.

The heavy coil threaten to release as expert fingers repeatedly hit the sweet spot inside you. Pressing against the spot that triggers more tears to paint your cheeks.

“I’m gonna come!”

Her tongue only perfects her rhythm, rolling over your throbbing clit, teasingly letting her teeth join the mix. Looking down you see the hunger in her eyes, craving everything she’s forcing you to give her.

With a sob you whine Wanda’s name, you’re not sure what for, but she seems to know the answer.

A soothing hand is pressed against your cheek and Wanda tilts your head to face her. Just as you’re about to give your doctor a second warning, Wanda’s lips press against yours.

The kiss is messy, her tongue moves like Natasha’s. Licking at your lips, pressing against your drooling tongue, sucking it into her mouth with a soft moan. Spit dribbles on your chin, it’s exotic and has you falling off the edge.

Your thighs shake within the constraints, your pussy clenches around Natasha’s latex-covered fingers that still expertly curl inside you. The coil snaps and you spill onto her tongue, so much you drip between your thighs and onto the floor.

“Such a sweet girl.”

It’s hard to ride out your orgasm, panting into Wanda’s mouth, your hips stay in place - still they try their best to squirm away from Natasha’s torture. Maybe if you play nice.

”Thank you, doctor.”

Your thanks fall repeatedly past your lips, a beg for her to stop, to pull away from between your legs. Tuckered out, you collapse onto the table.

Oh, you are quite the sight.

Your pussy is drenched, inner thighs glisten under the harsh light above. Your chin is wet with a combination of yours and Wanda’s spit, and your eyes flutter close as the wave of exhaustion hit you.

You don’t know when your eyes fell shut, but your attention is back on the woman when you feel the straps loosen. The skin that was bounded is decorated with indents of the buckles that held you down. Knackered, you make no move to cover yourself, make no move to stand.

“Is that usually what happens during your routine check ups?”

Your serious question is answered with a serious tone, “Always.”

“When you’re ready you can schedule you next appointment with Wanda at the front desk.”

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spicyspiders · 23 days ago

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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.

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