Tags: [mlw][mdni][loss of virginity][missionary][cervix kissing][female orgasm][mention of fingering and oral (f!rec.)][neck kissing]
"I've watched enough porn to know how to do it, dumbass."
"Yeah? And I don't trust you near my coochie. You crushed a Pepsi can with your finger today."
"Don't say 'coochie'."
"What then? Pussy?" You scoff.
"Vagina."
And you lower the Cosmopolitan magazine, your expression bored and upper lip curled in distaste as you watch Mark, reclined on his bed as he absentmindedly tosses a paper ball into the air, catching it with ease, only to throw it back up.
The motion is repetitive, boring to watch but you can't deny the appeal of watching that little muscle in his forearm twitch beneath his skin.
"I'll call my genitalia whatever I want, thank you very much. And you shouldn't mimic porn." You state. "A lot of that stuff isn't real and pardon me, but I want an actual orgasm when I lose my virginity."
Mark let's out a snort of laughter, perching up and resting his weight in his elbows, the edge of his sweater raising the tiniest bit and you catch a peek of a neat, dark little happy trail that disappears beneath the fabric of his clothing.
"I can guarantee an orgasm." Mark boasts. "I'll bet anything."
"If I don't cum, I want you to grow a full bush and then, wear cycling shorts for a week."
Your wager has Mark's lips pursing, chocolate pools moving towards the ceiling as he weighs his options. "Oddly specific but okay." Mark shrugs. "And if you cum, anytime I learn a sex trick, I get to try it on you. Unless you get into a relationship but," he snorts, "let's be realistic."
The insult has you flinging the magazine across the bedroom, hitting Mark in the face with the spine and he winces, although, you know it's more out of habit than from actual feeling.
"It's so weird." He mumbles. "I don't feel your abuse anymore."
Mark's grin is cocky.
"Oh, Marky," you coo, lifting yourself from his desk chair and you cradle his face in your hands, an action that's so familiarly condescending but Mark can't help but lean into your warm palms, "you're only unaffected by the physical abuse. I can still hurt you self-esteem."
Mark's eyes narrow at you. "Try it." There's a challenge in his voice that you just can't ignore. Especially when he's looking at you like that. Brown eyes trained intensely on you, black strands tousled ever so slightly from the long day he's had.
"You have feminine hands." And you swear, the way his expression falls is an aphrodisiac in of itself before you straighten up.
"It's easy to hurt your ego, Marky." You hum. "Heroes get a lot of hate if they do something wrong. But lucky for you, you have years of experience."
"Yeah," Mark hums, "no one's a bigger dick than you."
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"It's so weird that you're losing your virginity on your parents' anniversary." You hum quietly, carefully traveling along the sides of Mark's bedroom, attaching the LED light strips along the cornish.
"Don't make it weird." Mark grumbles, stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy robe as he towel dries his hair, messy strands poking in every direction and he watches you with amusement. "Their anniversary is like, the only time when they travel far enough that I can't hear them. So.... It's the only night I can do it."
"They probably don't want you to hear them fucking." You hum, almost absentmindedly and when Mark gags, you let out a laugh and your foot slips from the backrest of his desk chair, and you slip.
But instead of meeting the carpeted floor in an unceremonious crash, you instead crash into Mark's chest, his arms wrapped around your midsection and your knees tucked up. And he dips his head low, head tilted.
"You okay?"
And if your pussy didn't have a heartbeat before, it does now. The way he looks down at you, his expression so soft, brows creased in concern and his lips. So soft and inviting, the scent of mint lingering in the air and you nod your head.
"Mhm," you mutter quietly, "I'm okay."
Mark sets you on your feet, before examining where you had stuck the lights and he nods his head, a grin cocking at his lips.
"Yeah, this is a mood setter."
"Can I open my eyes now?" Mark grumbles, arms folded over his chest but his eyes are closed, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones and you let out a hum.
"Go ahead." You mumble and he allows his eyes to open and drink in the sight of you.
Freshly showered, steam still rising from your skin and in his T-shirt. The faded Batman shirt ends just below your crotch, your ankle socks aren't even matching and your hair's tied into a bun that looks so half-assed.
You look nervous. Eyes lowered to the carpet and Mark reaches forward, large hands bracketing your hips and his thumbs brush over the trimming of your panties. And he pulls you to stand between his thighs, his head tips back and his chin comes up to rest on your sternum as he stares up at you.
"We don't have—" "I want to." You interrupt him, your hands raising to rest on either side of his neck, thumbs brushing along his jawline. "I want to." You repeat quietly, looking down at Mark.
The plan is to lose your virginities before the gap year is over. Because you'd both much rather make a mistake with each other than with strangers.
"Move your hand."
Mark lets out a snicker of laughter, your thighs tossed over his and his tip notched at your entrance, and he can barely think.
Not when he knows how tightly you felt around his fingers, sucking him in with such a neediness, not when he saw the way your brows knitted into the prettiest little pinched expression when his tongue lapped against your clit just right.
"I looked at the logistics of it and it's not gonna fit."
You state, and those pretty brown eyes roll at your words, before Mark slaps your hand away, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he taps it against your clit. Just to watch the way your stomach caves in with an unsteady breath.
"It'll fit." Mark reassures. "Trust me, I'm a doctor."
And you let out a laugh, your body slumped against the mattress and you snort.
"No you're n—nahh..."
Mark watches the way your head tips back when he pushes his tip past the ring of muscle, and he watches the way your eyes shut, brows knitting into a pinch.
"You little... Fuck.."
You breathe out, your expression a little pouty frown and Mark moves a strand of hair out of your face, leaning forward and as he presses a kiss to your forehead, he pushes another inch inside.
And as you gasp, his lips press against yours, and Mark swallows each moan and groan of pain, his forearm supporting his weight while his other hand grips your hip, thumb brushing over the protruding bone of your hip and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
"You're so warm..." Mark murmurs into the kiss, but he keeps his hips still, slotted between your thighs and he feels your gummy walls pulsing around him, trying to get used to the intrusion. And Mark lifts his head, kissing the apples of your cheeks.
"So I'm big, huh?"
He teases and watching as your pained expression gives way to an annoyed expression, eyes bored and brows furrowed.
"Just fuck me already."
You grumble.
And Mark pulls out, until just the rosy tip of his cock is poked into your sopping cunt, before he slowly pushes back into you.
The stretch burns, and you can feel the way your nails dig into your palms and you take a deep breath. His hips are pressed against yours, and you can feel that painful pinch behind your navel.
"Are you inside yet?" You question, peeking up at Mark through your lashes, enough to watch the way that dorkish grin spread across his face as he readjusts his position, leaning forward and shifting himself to rest more comfortably.
"Ha-ha, very funny." He rolls his eyes, his voice just a tad breathy and his hands move, thumbs moving your pussy lips out of the way, spreading them so he can see the pinkish flesh that swallows him whole.
"Mark!" You hiss, swatting away his hands, and covering your folds from his view. "What are you doing?"
"They do it in porn!" He defends, moving his hands to rest on your hips instead as his hips slowly begin to roll against you, the soft strands of his happy trail tickles your neglected and swollen clit, and you take a shaky breath.
"Those people are ass naked." You deadpan. "You've never even seen my feet."
With one hand, Mark shifts the covers and lets out a bark of laughter at the sight of your socks, still on your feet. And he reaches back for your ankle, lifting your leg and he places a soft kiss on the inside of your foot, causing your walls to flutter around him.
His kiss is warm through the cotton, a lingering show of affection as his hips thrust, cock nudging your insides to his shape. And he lowers your foot.
"Put your foot on my chest. I wanna try something." Mark hums quietly, resting your sock covered foot on his chest. And you let out a snort.
"My pussy isn't a skate park. You can't try things you've never done." You huff, but you comply, keeping your foot against his brawny chest, even as Mark shifts you into position, straddling your one thigh and resting your foot on his chest.
And when he moves, your foot slides off his chest, instead, resting beside him. And a snicker slips past your lips at the frustrated expression on his face.
"Please participate." Mark grumbles, moving your foot, and resting your leg over his shoulder, ignoring the way a laugh ruptures from your lips.
Kiss-swollen and pouty lips curling into a wicked grin.
"Bro said 'please par—'... Shit..."
Your eyes roll back in your head when the divot of Mark's tip presses against your cervix, pressing a sloppy, slick kiss against the plug as he grinds into you, leaning forward and pressing his lips against the curve of your jaw.
Mark isn't even fucking you anymore.
He's slowly rutting into you, pressing adorning kisses to the side of your face, sucking marks into the supple skin of your neck while he slowly fucks an orgasm out of you.
Kissing you deeply, his hand grasping the fat of your hip while the other massages the plumpness of your thigh, pressing a warm kiss against your calf before going back to swallowing your honeyed moans.
"... shit, you're gonna make me come..." You breathe out, your nails dragging lines down the expanse of his muscular and slightly damp back, the pain and pleasure mixing into a delicious concoction that has Mark burying his face into your neck.
Inhaling the scent of you.
"Mhm.... 's okay, baby, come for me..."
His voice is husky, a low timbre that makes your stomach knot and you whine when you feel that wave of ecstasy crash over you, waves breaking on the jagged rocks of your being and you're lashes flutter, tears brimming on your lower lashline because you're just so... Full.
Mark perches up, wiping the teardrops from your cheeks and he looks down at your hazy and flushed expression. His gaze lingering on your lips, wet and rosy, and before he even registers, your hand is on his face.
"Stop making such heavy eye contact." You whine. "You're gonna make me catch feelings."
And a laugh tumbles from his lips.
"You know, I have your entire future in my hands right now." Mark states quietly and when you hum, quietly mumbling a 'how do you mean', he simply presses a kiss against your pulse.
"I could fuck a baby into you right now." Mark breathes out.
╰ dry humping with virgin!mark begging to put the tip in (3.5k)
18+ MDNI, fem!reader, college!mark, college!reader, dry humping, panty fucking, ‘just the tip’ mark, accidentally slipping it in, crying, begging, mark being down bad, mark cumming way too quickly, experienced!reader, creampie.ᐟ
“Don’t! D-Don’t do that again.”
“Whaa…”
His words of dissatisfaction suddenly halt your feverish hips against the darkening tent in his pants, feeling your heart drop in your chest with a sharp ‘shoowsh’.
Not to be confused with the growing situation between your legs, thighs sticky and slippery; covering his sweats with your growing arousal.
You’re unsure of the reason you took your pants off in the first place, body far too busy colliding with Marks withering one, you finally get a chance to rework the timeline of events, your eyes fluttering open from his muscular chest, warm cheeks stuck to his sticky skin.
But you’re just so damn dizzy, spinning mind not entirely grasping how you got into bed with him to begin with. What started out as a casual hang out—some may say ‘Netflix and chill’—if that term is even thrown around anymore, quickly unraveled into you sat prettily on top of him, placing sloppy kisses to his minty lips.
A small crowded mattress covered in just the two of you, his roommate gone for an afternoon class leaving you alone—you should have known it would amount to this, unable to pry your needy body off of him. It was as if you blinked and suddenly you were sat sprawled on top of him, a leg hitched on each side of Mark's muscular thighs, your bodies warmer than the stuffy dorm room, thermostat broken and temperature rising.
Yet the heat doesn’t compare to the kind you’re spreading with your hips, rapidly rocking ‘n rolling into Mark’s hard cock—thankfully covered in nothing except for some loose grey sweatpants. You can feel his cock beneath you hop with every kiss you plant on his mouth, his muscular chest panting like it hurts to be alive another second without relieving himself, your airy touch torching his skin alive.
Placing your hands on each side of your thighs, you’re beginning to clumsily pull yourself off from him in embarrassment when suddenly, his hands come down to tug at your waist, placing you firmly back down to his cock. “No! Please don’t leave.” Mark begs, hips jerking into your cunt, the friction making you squeak. “‘m sorry! I mean-it’s-I, I’ve never… done anything like this before, and I’m trying reallyyy hard to be good today.”
“Don’t worry about being good,” you whisper, trying to contain your giggles. “You’re doing grea-t,” praising him, you pop the ‘t’, just then you roll your hips, pressing his dick up, up, uppp! to his belly button, slotting your drenched pussy lips between his shaft.
His eyes roll back into his skull, jaw clenching down with a strained whimper. “You did it again! It’s s-so hot in here and you’re making me feel crazy.”
You can’t help yourself when you do it again.
And again.
His cock is so hard beneath the fabric it looks like it hurts, stretching his shaft fully, you can feel it nuzzled perfectly to your soaked slit, panties doing little to hide the size of him beneath you, your pussy clenching around nothing.
Bowing your head down between the two of you to watch the goopy precum build at the bundled up seam on his sweatpants, the sight causing you to shiver. “Crazy good?” You inquire, rolling your hips once more. “Or bad like you want me to stop?” You weigh with your hands, watching his eyes go back and forth at the rapid moments. A giggle erupts through you, rolling your lips over your teeth to hide a smirk, watching Mark sink further into the mattress, his shoulders banging against the headboard.
“No! I take it back! So good, y-you’re so good, please don't stop!”
He’s an absolute mess beneath you, hands clumsily grabbing and squeezing your body, your hips, your thighs—anything he can use to level out the feverish feeling of your wet cunt squelchin’ and sandwiching his cock. But it’s not like you’re doing any better—your poker face occasionally slipping up, moans and devilish purrs roaring from your larynx, clit throbbing from the little stimulation you’re receiving.
Yet there’s nooo chance on this planet you’re slowing down anytime soon. Recklessly pick up your movements, each roll of your hips releases a wet sound from where the two of you connect, your hands holding onto his broad shoulders for stability, you speed up further, rocking into him like a bitch in heat.
“H-How are you so good at this?” He cries, the pink flush from his cheeks falling down and down to his chiseled belly, his dark pubes beginning to show from the rapid movements of his loose pants, your thick hips far stronger than the silly drawstring.
“Good at what?”
That.
That.
The noises you’re pulling out of him are so sinful you’re sure the whole floor can hear him whining like a mad man, but he sounds so pretty like this—your clit feeling more and more excitement by the second, mouth watering at the addicted noises your pulling from his slacked jaw.
“Baby I’m so hard, gonna burst before y-you even touch me!”
A lightbulb goes off in your mind, your dominant hand lazily sinking down to his pecks. It travels down, down down, until it’s hitting that fuzzy line of hair that points to his uncomfortably hard cock, fingertips hitting the soaked waistband of his sweats. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Y-Yes! Go ahead, please.”
Humming in response, your hand flips his waistband over once; twice, until his pelvis reveals itself. Tucked centimeters below sits his thick cock, the pink tip just oozing and oozing buckets of pre as it finally hits the surface of the air, pink tip crying—wailing.
“You’ve been hiding this?” You gasp, pulling his pants down the rest of the way to reveal the hidden inches of his painfully swollen cock, and what you see makes your mouth water.
He’s far bigger than the other guys you’ve seen up close, eyeing the inches of his spongey shaft that swings out of his pants and slaps against his abs with a thud, you can’t help but gawk. “Jesus Mark, you’re rockkk hard,” you mewl, voice purring at the chubby girth in your fingertips, watching his cock jump freed from the fleece material, the tip snug against his abs.
You mentally begin to count his length, configuring the virgin is a lot larger than you thought he’d be. Marks cock is perfectly cut, the curve leans up with a swerve—perfect to hit your g-spot. His cock is just right, he’s not too thick—but not too skinny. A pretty lil’ taupe tip, the shaft slightly darker than the skin on his pale thighs, decorated with a thick pulsating vein wrapped around the underside of his cock.
He’s—
“Pretty.”
The words of slighttt praise cause his cock to jump again, the sound of sticky skin pressing on and off his skin with a ‘splat’. “P-Pretty? No-ugh! You’re pretty! Can’t believe this is even happening, I f-feel like I'm dreaming.”
His eyes roll back as you adjust your hips closer to his cock, free hand coming up to grip his face. You press his cheeks together with clammy fingertips, smushing his face to yours in sloppy kiss, your warm honey slicked cunt throbbing on his cock.
“Well Mark, welcome to earth.” Between kisses you smile, planting your cunt back down between his cock. The feeling makes you moan, the sensation far better and more intense than he felt hidden away beneath his pants.
The rampant drip, drip, drip! of your pussy squelches against his cock with a swipe of your panties, his head easily drenching in the wetness seeping through the thin fabric.
Your panties are uncomfortably tight against your swollen lips, his cock head searing the fabric into your flushed folds, each thrust giving you a slight rug burn.
Mark looks down, eyes searing onto his new found nemesis—the stringy fabric hiding your perfect pussy from his devious line of viewing. “Should we move these out the way? Y-You’re hiding from me.” He’s asking without waiting for an answer, fingers too eager to free you from the fabric.
Hissing, the stale air begins to suffocate your naked flesh, drenched pussy clinging onto nothing, Mark stares at you like he’s won the lottery. “Even better up close! Ugh! I bet it feels even better on my dick, c-can I touch it?”
Nodding, you watch him readjust him self, slotting his cock into your bare pussy. A painful whimper tears its way through his chest at the wet contact—you feel so real against him, so soaked and slippery he can’t believe it, his mind going berserk. “Oh god baby, I-I can’t believe something can feel this good.” He cries out, watching intently as your body jumps with each rub of his cock, his seeping tip making out with your swollen clit. “You feel even wetter now.”
“Mmph Mark!” You hiccup, feeling your cheeks heat up at the constant pressure to your clit, your thighs beginning to shake.
He can’t fathom how cute someone can look sitting on his dick like this, each sound you erupt makes his own cock burst, his sobbing slit trickling precum on your silky cunt.
It’s his turn to pull you for a kiss, head surging so quickly up to your swollen lips his forehead knocks into your own, shaking body daring to fall off his lap. “No! You’re not getting away from me now.” He jumps, wild hands rapidly finding the back of your waist holding you securely in place, pressing you closer and closer to his built chest.
Your lips stifle his motor mouth, subduing his little whines while you seamlessly hide your moans. Your mouths clash wildly with one another, teeth clacking together with the jerk of his head plunging even further into you, his lips chasing your own like he still isn’t close enough.
Like he needs you to survive.
The kiss is messy. Hard. Passionate. You breathe into his mouth to catch your breath, yet his tongue fills the open space, swirling around your cheeks like he’s trying to explore every spot you allow him to, his moans growling down your throat.
“Mhm, feel good Mark?” You question, pulling slightly away. He whimpers as your lips leave his own, thick sticky line of clear spit connects the two of you, the fat glob of spit thinning and thinning until it’s suddenly snapping from your face, falling right onto his cock.
“Feels so nice pretty, I… I love having you on top of me.” His large hands begin to inch into the hem of your t-shirt, slender fingertips inching up your ribcage, palms spayed on your sides.
They stop just below your breast, the creases easily holding him in place as he looks up at you with wide mahogany eyes, rims almost pitch black from his blown out pupils one could mistaken for cartoon hearts.
“Can I?” He softly asks, and you rapidly agree, chills erupting down your soft body from the new found touch placed on your heated chest.
You’re thankful you forgot a bra today when his large hands easily cups your breasts, his moments shy and curious. “Wowww…” he huffs, running his thumb over your pebbled nipple, releasing a moan you didn’t know you were even holding back from the back of your throat, eyes wide in shock.
“They’re perfect,” he mumbles into your flesh, his cock twitching between your wet folds, “-soft.” But Mark's voice is even softer as he gains more and more confidence around your breasts.
Curious lips find your other nipple, sticking his pink tongue out, he swirls the bud between his teeth, quickly suctioning his mouth around the bumpy flesh. His slender digits lightly peck the plump skin, pinchin’ and pullin’ your sensitive bump and smiling dorky when you squeak, body jolting on top of him.
“Yeah? Mmfh! Feels so nice Mark, you sure you’ve never done this?”
Your tone is teasing. Light. The kind that makes him smile and stare up at you dumbfounded like he can’t believe this is happening right now. Your chest is covered in his spit, clear glossy patches around your burning flesh, sticky cunt squishing and squelching around his thick cock—he can’t help but whimper, the noises making your hips stutter.
As your hips malfunction, his own thighs press forward, the tip of his dripping cock hitching itself righttt where he’s dared to touch, your pussy engulfing his tip with a ‘slurp’.
“Ah! did you feel that? Ohmygod you’re so wet!” Mark remarks with a painful stretch of his vocal cords, neck tendons clenching at physical restraint he’s holding back.
He’s holding back. Well—trying his best. Your cunt so warm and welcoming, wet velvety walls wrapping around him so seamlessly—he belongs there, yet he pulls himself out with a whine, jutting his hips back up to your clit. “Should I try it? It’d feel sooo good, just one more time!”
“Mark I-I don’t think ‘s a good idea.” But the feeling of his dull dick caressing your clit isn’t the same. You both know that, your cunt clenching around nothing and everything at the same time, your mind growing dizzy at the under stimulation.
“Pleaseee—” he whines, hair falling down to his sweaty forehead sticking to the skin. “I…it would—” He can’t finish his request, the words so dirty he’d cum as soon as they left his open jaw, clammy palms finding the fat of your thick thighs, grabbing a handful of your ass, he adjusts the two of you, his tip now easily able to repeat its previous motions.
With every roll of your hips and every rock of your silky cunt, his cock hitches slightly higher into your hole, pre-cum slipping into the velvety entrance, so close yet so far away from your aching cunt.
His wobbly face locks itself into your eyes, inky pupils silently pleading for you to tell him what to do next—to tell him he can stick it in and fuck you fully, yet soemthing sinful stops you from giving in justtt yettt.
“C-Can I?”
You know exactly what he wants.
Pretty little bubblegum tip just crying out for you, inching its way into the carved out crater between your soaked thighs, underwear digging into your skin. “Wanna-wanna go in there soooo bad pretty. Look at you just sucking me in!” He’s crying, mushroom width throbbing and pulsating between your puffy covered lips, each rock of your hips messing him closer and closer with sticky slick.
“Oh baby we can’t-we can’tttt,” you drawl, breathing fluttering and hiccuping at the soft press of his head to your clit.
Baby. The words make him blush a powder pink, ears matching the fuzzy hues of his carved cheeks. “D-don’t say that.” He groans, hips bucking into your own, trying his best to absorb your body into him like he can’t get enough of you. Of the feeling.
Each lazy plunge causes you to lessen your grip on him, hands once pushing him away now guide him to your hips, pressing his fingers into the fat of your hips until it hurts. “Just let me…let me put the tip in jus’ this o-once pretty.” He begs, knuckles white at the strong hold on your hips, the pads of his thumbs etching themselves into your frame.
He feels it again, cock leaking dribble after dribble of excitement down your slit, his heart stopping each time it presses into your hole—his cock throbbing. “I’ll try my best-no! I’ll do my best! Make you feel so so good.”
Desperation clings onto his chest, every word agonizingly flowing out of his rapid lips. The need was dire, the rapid sensation of blood plunging through the spongy surface of his shaft was beginning to hurt.
He needed to fuck you.
Bad.
You can’t possibly say no to that face, eyebrows taught into a wobbly line, bottom lip kiss bitten and bruised a shimmery shade of your sticky fruity lip gloss. Even the streaky hair on the nape of neck was damp, hot flames bursting at the touch of your hands.
Sighing, you say nothing. Dominant hand slowly falling down to his vibrating chest, feeling his lungs inhale and exhale beneath your touch. You travel farther and farther down until buzzing digits find the crest of your soaked thighs, feeling the soaked slick coat your hand.
The tip of his dick shutters at the sensation of it pressing against your fingertips, hands clumsily wrapping around his shaft. You line his cock up with your hole, beginning to sink down. “Only the tip okay?” You hiss, damp eyelashes fluttering down to look at where you too connect.
“Oh thank you baby, thank you!” He cries, clear salty droplets of tears rimming his scleras. Attempting to blink them away, they drip down his rosy cheeks, the action making him shake his head in disbelief.
Your cunt squelches with each press of his cock into your walls, this time slotting himself in painfully slowly, like he needs to feel every curve of your cunt, every velvety ridge and slick bump inside of your body. His tip sinks in fully, yet his hips have a mind of their own as they continue pushing forward, your hands coming down to stop him. “Like I said, justtttt the tip.”
Mark shakes his head again, messy hair wild around his cheeks. “Right-right, just the tip.” He parrots with a shiver. Ridged hands begin to slowly tilt you off his cock, then gently plop you back on. “Just the tip… just the tippp.” His words are slurring, voice woozy and words melting together and dropping off his tongue.
“Yes Mark! Just the tip!” You slide your pussy against his shaft, skillfully rocking yourself on his squishy pink tip, feeling it press justtt right into your aching hole, pulling little mewls from your lips each time he accidentally brushes a little too far inside, clenching around him. “M-Mark! You feel so good, doing so good for me.”
“Am I?” He questions, stomach stirring at the praise. His bloated tip screams in your walls, his bottom half so hot and swollen he wants to grip you tight and stick his cock all the way inside of you and fuck you—yet he stalls, throwing his head back with a huff. “Thinking ‘s all you, feels so good on top of me!”
“Mmm-no, it’s all you.” You murmur, teeth finding the soft skin beneath his jaw. “Love this dick.” Whispering quiet enough he can barely hear it, the noises he starts to make cause your cunt to clench down hard, squeezing his cock in your warm walls, suffocating him deeper inside.
“Fuck! Ahh! S-Stop doing that!” He’s addicted to your slippery cunt, the tight push and pull slowly sinking him deeper with every thrust, his greedy tip pleading with you to bury itself to the hilt.
You can’t help but do it again, body craving the rest of his cock, dripping walls pouring down to his shaft with a loud ‘squelch!’ He’s just so cozy tucked inside of you, your cunt craving to just suck him inside and ride him like a whore. “Mark! Want it so bad.”
“W-Want what?” He asks, dazed. The feeling is mind shattering, he can feel his desire bubbling deep inside of him, cock pulsating similarly to when he fists his cock alone—he knows exactly what’s coming, but he can’t pull out—he can’t stop himself. “Gonna make me-ugh! And I c-can’t pull out!”
His cock is too eager. Mind too fuzzy. He can’t help but rut full force into you, filling you up inch by inch with a burning stretch. “No-No-No! I oh I can’t stop it! Fuck!” He screams out, the vein on his cock pulsating with a clench of your tender walls, a loud squelch pouring out of your cunt, his cock angrily spilling into your walls.
“God Mark!” You squeal, feeling his eager cock opening the floodgates, the valley of his river smearing past your snug cervix. His cock can’t stop itself, just pumping and pumping you full, feeling his shaft throbbing inside of you. “You’re cumming!!”
“I—oh baby.” His cum is quickly everywhere, white thick spurts lacquered with a thick creamy layer of seed. “Baby, baby.” His cock takes its time filling into every crevice until you can feel it leak down your cunt and out of your body, liquid messily painting your thighs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean—”
Mark’s embarrassed. His first time quickly unraveling into him cumming not even minutes after he finally gets to feel you makes him want to crawl up in the corner and scream. He always imagined how it would go—with you, taking you out for a nice date, laying you softly into the mattress and clumsily having his way with you, he never would have thought he’d become a desperate puddle of pure agony so quickly. “—I can’t believe I already—”
“—Mark! ‘s okay, you-” trailing off with a sigh, you lean forward, forearms latching onto his neck. “It happens.”
Yeah it does happen sometimes, especially when you have a pretty girl sitting on your lap.
Your cunt clenches again, hyper aware of the situation oozing between your legs quickly making a mess down his thighs and onto his plaid sheets.
Mark's eyes follow, hand coming up between the two of you. His thumb finds your clit, applying even pressure that causes you to jump. “Did you…” he trails off, brown eyes peering up at you, body painfully aware of his cock still fully stuffed inside of you.
“Cum?” You question, voice airy from his lazy touch to your clit. “No, not yet.”
Yet.
Mark gets an idea, mouth curling into a smile as his finger draws a lazy ‘M’ on the soft flesh of your clit, feeling it pulse beneath his digit. “Can I try?”
a/n: something short ‘n sweet for sweetie mark heheh the brain worm is inchin’ around my brain and FEASTINGGG
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