Nasty ask time but God i think if Moahwk and his Kent for whatever reason ended up having sex he would absolutely plow her into the mattress
I KNOW YOU SAID “Nasty ask” but I got way too carried away with this idea you beamed into my brain— Wrote a small oneshot with the premise,,, so…. enjoyyy (not proof read or edited, it was not meant to be this, I blacked out and woke up with it all written)
—STS What If…? Mohawk Mark X Kent!Reader—
You decide to initiate your usual “fooling around” time because Mark is in a pissy mood. All you wanted to do was enjoy the first afternoon of spring break.
But no. You’re just sitting in his room as he huffs and puffs, with his arms crossed, and he giving you short answers when you tried to pry anything out of him.
So, you decide to do something that you know will get him out of his funk.
You sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle, hands snaking under his shirt. Feeling his muscles tense under your palms as you press them against his abdomen.
He says your name in a low voice, tilting his head to look at you from the corner of his eyes.
“What? Here I thought I always made you feel better?”
And you do, don’t get him wrong. But that’s not exactly what he’s craving. And what he’s craving, you’re always flighty when it’s brought up.
You’d need to be particularly in a good mood if he wanted to convince you.
And thankfully, you’re giving him a perfect opportunity to get you in the best mood there is.
“That’s not exactly what I want right now.” He told you as he turned around in your arms. Chest pressing against yours as he all but leans you back, hands resting on your waist.
His thumbs toy and tug at the band of shorts, eyes glancing down as he watched you bite your lip.
“Okay.” You hummed. Lifting your hips for him.
If he was honest with himself, doing this already lifted his mood.
The way you sighed out his name impatiently as he kissed the inside of your thigh as his hands traveled up to press your hips against his bed.
The hiss that inevitably leaves you as you feel the cold of his piercing before the warmth of his tongue.
The pride that bubbles in his chest as your thighs pressed against his ears as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you despite the way you push at his forehead.
“Wanna try something.” He tells you as you come down from your high.
You hummed as you reached up with your free hand to push the hair out of your face. Brows pinched in a more confused way than they had been, a pout tugging at your face.
It took your foggy mind to process it, but you pushed yourself up on your elbows and flipped yourself around to lay on your stomach.
“Let’s try something new.” He tells you, nose pressed against the back of your neck, hand snaking around to push yourself hips up and against his.
You whined out his name, ready to protest and decline, but it melted into a moan as his fingers found your clit once more.
“C’mon…” He whispered against your ear. “Just this once?”
You let out a sigh and he felt you nod before echoing, “Just this once.”
He nipped at the nape of your neck as he reached down to push his boxers off. He sat back on his heels to look down at you as you looked back at him.
“Enjoying the view?” You asked.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, one hand pressing against your back to force it into an arch. “Fuck off.”
You turned to press your face into his pillow to muffle your laugh.
“Yeah, yeah.” He huffed, leaning back to adjust the two of you. Grabbing your waist to pull you up to rest on your knees. Positioning his leaking cock against your dripping lips. “Won’t be laughing in a bit.”
Your tight cunt all but sucked him in as he pushed forward. Smirking at the whine that left you as he felt your walls stretched around him.
Hands pressing you deeper into the mattress as he slowly pulled out and in. Letting out a groan of his own at the feeling of his cock finally getting to drag against your walls.
You were always prone to overstimulation. So pulling another orgasm out of you was easy, and he wasn’t even close himself.
But that had an idea pop into his mind.
Just how long could he last compared to how long you could handle him.
It was about two more until you started sobbing into his pillow and reaching around to press against his abdomen. Then he had to chase his climax before you all but turned around to push him out of you.
