☦︎MEIMEI☦︎ @callmeimlost - Tumblr Blog

First of all i love love love your colour scheme you got going on it looks so fucking cool - i saw you're taking requests and i was thinking maybe MAYBE a part 2 of Heart Shaped Box, but like only kind of? Could be read as a stand alone i mean.

Here's what i'm thinking, Y/N and Mark completely forget what happened when they were high as fuck, no memory of it bc they are just. friends. Who both may or may not have a secret crush on eachother...

However, when they did have arguably the best sex of their lives they stuck all the photos and the camara back in the box and maybe like in Marks closet? But like a week maybe a month passes and Mark is trying to find a Seance Dog tee he swears was in here...

Only to find this box?

Cue to him frantically jerking off to the pictures (in my mind there's only of Y/N with Marks cum leaking out of her when she's lent over sparking up) of his best friend who he SOMEHOW FUCKED AND DOESNT REMEMBER? And maybe we see Mark being a lot more nervous around her than usual and she confronts him? Maybe catches him jerking off to them?

(This was long so sorry lol - no pressure to do it ofc!!)

✷ HEART SHAPED BOX 2:: main!mark grayson x reader

WARNING:: m!masturbation, Pervy! Bestfriend! Mark, smoking weed, nudes and sex tape, face sitting, slightly rough! Mark, creampie, fingering, riding, missionary, spanking, dry humping.

SUMMARY:: it’s been weeks since you and Mark had slept together; getting distracted by life itself you completely forget about the interaction…..until you stumble upon him jerking off to your pictures.

MEIMEI YAPS:: I went MIA on yall so bad I got a damn job and went to 3 concerts all within this time frame😭. Thank you for the request, I’ve been trying to write bits a pieces here and there so if it’s a bit janky I’m soooo sorry🥲! But hopefully I’ll start posting here more during February!

“I swear it was in here” mark mumbled as he shuffled around the drawers of his bedroom, it had been weeks since you and Mark had last seen each other face to face, caught up in school, and Mark dealing with invincible issues the both of you had easily been swept up in your own lives.

Mark’s inky hair sticks to his forehead damp as he shuffles across the creaky floor of his bedroom to his closet, there was a seance dog shirt that had been missing after Debbie did laundry last night. He sighs as he pulls open the door of his closet gently as it slightly rattled from his heavy touch.

Brown eyes flickering through the many, many; t-shirts he had collected over the years finally zipping through the shirts finding the navy blue shirt with the cartoon dog plastered over it; huffing out a small laugh he pulls the shirt off the hanger throwing it over his head as the fabric stretches over the expanses of his muscles.

Looking down at the fabric he realizes how much he really is starting to grow out of his old clothes that he fit almost a year ago….was he really getting that big? Regardless out of the corner of his eye see’s a box, a familiar box- even. With narrow eyes he bends down taking the hard cardboard in his hand carefully opening the lid. The loud clunking and clattering from the inside draws him to be more curious as he drops the lid on the floor looking down at the upside down pile of Polaroids along with a camera.

“Fuck…” he hissed just above a whisper as he realized exactly what he was holding. With furrowed brows and heavy breathing he begins to collect the scattered pictures looking at what they contain. The distant sound of Debbie shuffling around in the living room makes his head snap away from the picture not having anytime to comprehend.

“Mark, I’m headed out for a bit don’t ruin the place while I’m gone!” She shouted from the bottom of the steps and it fills him up with relief was he rushes to his bedroom door shouting back in acknowledgment before cracking the door and laying back against his headboard keeping an open ear for the sound of his mothers car pulling out of the drive way and down the street before he can let out a sigh of relief.

With eager hands he spreads out a few pictures of the familiar pictures he kept in the corner of his closet rotting away unnoticed for weeks! Mark couldn’t believe the fact that he had what could easily equate to as a pervs biggest dream. Picking up a picture of you laid out in his sheets naked.

Bent over with you on full display with his cum dripping out of you onto your soft thighs; plush and warm under the callouses of his palms. The way your eyes lazily look up at the camera; red and pupils dilate as your skin glows golden under the heat of your stupid little lighter that he had found in a comic shop with seance dog on it. How your hair draped over your face slightly messy as small baby hairs stick to your skin with a small sheen on sweat.

Mark remembered your moans, the way your body fit against his, how your back arched whenever he angled his hips at a certain angle, or how you kissed the moles that scatter his skin and how much harder he fucked you for it. It made his skin buzz as he relished in the many pictures of the very nasty pictures you two had taken of and with each other, he could feel the throb behind his sweat pants and the heavy twitching against his thigh.

The more he shuffled through the pictures the harder he grew, palming himself the fabric that covers the very part of him that needed friction. Pulling his sweatpants down his thighs bunching behind his knees hissing at the feeling of his briefs rubbing against the tip of his cock as a small wet patch of precum already starts seeping through them.

“Oh fuck” he whispers feeling a hit hitch in the back of his throat at the growing pleasures, grinding his hips against the palm of his hand until he grows desperate for the feeling of true release pulling down his boxers to meet his sweats that had somehow managed to fall to his ankles. His cock throbbing against his lower stomach he reaches through the many pictures as he finds a picture of you with your lips wrapped around his cock as tears flood your eyes; nose pressed against the small patch of hair that connected to his happy trail.

Biting his lips as he remembers the warm slick feeling of your mouth, spitting into the palm of his free hand guiding his hand to fist his cock letting out a soft groan as his head falls back tightening his fingers as he tries to replicate the feeling of your throat tightening around him while his tip sank to the back of your throat. Mark could feel his head spin. “Fuck this is so dirty” he slurs looking down at the way his cock glistening under lamp in his room.

Caging his bottom lip between his teeth as he speeds up; the feeling of pleasure growing tense in the pit of his stomach his breathing becoming more labored as the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock started sound more and more like you deep throating him in the same spot he laid in practically fucked out beyond his imagination.

He lets his free hand slip to the hem of his shirt lifting to show off his lower stomach watching as his abs rise and fall quicker with every thrust into his fist, he picks up another Polaroid that makes his head fall back and moan at the sight of you with your legs spread ass on full display as his cock practically stuffed you full, hands gripping at the sheets beneath him at this very moment.

You didn’t mean to catch him…. Not entirely. Mark and you haven’t talked much in a few weeks, communication had seen better days between you two and it pissed you off a bit. You don’t remember doing anything to upset him on purpose! You had been 10 minutes late due to how shitty traffic gets in the afternoon but it still bugged you how much time had flown by without you and Mark hanging out or at least texting each other.

So when you saw Debbie wasn’t home it was safe to assume that Mark was still in his bedroom waiting to scold you for keeping him waiting. But that wasn’t entirely the case. At all actually. Because the moment you walked the familiar flight of steps and saw the door covered in comic posters and fake street signs you grin deciding it would be better to sneak up on him. Maybe get a laugh out of him before he points out your tardiness. But when you lean into the small crack of his doorway you aren’t met with him laying on his bed impatiently looking at his phone.

No. You see your best friend Mark Grayson with his hand shoved between his legs with a very familiar box now falling onto the floor spilling the rest of it’s contents of what you had saw were pictures- of you and him. If it wasn’t for the fact that you realized your watching your friend jerk off to pictures of you, and you haven’t made your presence known; your eyes would have popped out of your head and rolled onto the floor and given away your hiding spot.

You had almost debated saying anything, but how could you not??? You could hear by the second how needy and desperate he was to cum, the way his eyes latched onto the photo in his grip, how his thighs tense or how much louder he grows with the slick sound him rubbing one out to you. It makes your thighs clench at the idea of how much a perv; your best friend truly is.

It makes a smirk grow on your glossed lips as you stand up straight pressing your foot to the door to swing open you lean against the doorframe. “Is this why you can’t pick up the phone and text? Cause you’re jerking off to pictures of me like a perv?” You pipe up and in that moment you would have thought he had whiplash with how quickly his head snapped to you.

“Oh- oh fuck!” His body tenses and eyes roll back as the tight coil in his stomach final snaps as incoherent moans slip past his bitten swollen lips. He had the audacity to cum the second he got caught in the act? Your best friend was utterly shameless as he fucks himself through the high of his orgasm and it makes you watch with your thighs squeezed together.

The second he catches his breath he barely wants to open his eyes and acknowledge the fact that you had caught him. “You done whacking it?” You spoke up not exactly knowing what you were going to do after this. “Screw you, I found these pictures of us— fucking high as shit taking a bunch of nudes. I found it in my closet, what did you think I’d do?!” He hissed slightly now kind of embarrassed as the words fall from his mouth he covers himself waist down with his blanket as he tries to pull his pants back up.

“You just found these pictures we don’t even remember taking because of how obliterated we were; and could’ve decided ‘maybe I’ll wait and show y/n, that would be a great idea’ seeing as 90% of these pictures were of me!” You snap back making Mark groan letting his head fall back again. “I’m a guy….are we expecting anything more?” He shoots you a stoic expression as if you had an argument to counter his.

“How could I forget? I’m very familiar with your freak habits. And I’m not going to continue this conversation moving forward without a blunt” you sigh as you watch Mark adjust himself back in his pants before he gives you space to get on the bed laying on your stomach as you rustle with the many lipglosses and unnecessary amount of receipts before you find your bag of pre-rolls and your same stupid lighter Mark gifted to you.

With a swiftness you press the blunt and watch as the head glows orange, the green tint to the smoke that falls past your lips makes memories of the last time you smoked in his bed; although blurry he didn’t need much of his mind to realize the two of you fucked. “You still have that?” His eyes flicker to the seance dog lighter you had bedazzled the rim of it and it makes Mark smile at the fact that you kept a lighter he gifted to you a month before.

“Why wouldn’t I? I can refill it, and I think it’s pretty cute” you shrug as you take another drag to the blunt as smoke clouds his bedroom making it look like a hotbox. “I don’t know, just thought you’d toss it out once the fluid was gone” he shrugs awkwardly picking at the sheets beneath him. “I wouldn’t throw away your gift.” You pass him the blunt gently, your fingers brushing sending a slight chill down your spine.

You perch the side of your head against his pillow to look at him silently as you watch him inhale the smoke and the way his jaw tenses, or how the veins in his forearm pops when he flicks the ash into the ashtray. Were you really checking out your friend? Yes. It wasn’t like you haven’t before; the many times you’ve walked in on him topless, or freshly out of the shower.

You weren’t exempted from checking out Mark, you had to give credit to Amber and Eve; clearly they saw what you saw even if it didn’t work out in the end. Mark was handsome, he had obviously grown a lot over the years; his muscles practically stretch any shirt that isn’t a large. You really were hyper aware of how attractive your best friend was.

You play with a loose string from his blanket twirling it around your manicured nails, watching how his plump lips wrap around the paper rolled blunt and they way it blew past his nose as his tongue licks a thick stripe over his lips. Your hand roughly ripping the string from the blanket, your body jerking snaps you out of your heavy gaze on your best friend whose eyes snap towards you as the bed rocks at the movement.

You meet his eyes with an almost guilty look before letting out a small laugh before sitting up and gathering the photos that had been scattered about the mattress and pressing your shoulder against Mark’s as you feel another cloud of smoke rush past you you began to slowly thumb through them slowly making mark groan.

“We moved on too fast from this, and the fact that I just found these for the first time since the day we took them” he mumbled as he passed the blunt to you, you take another long deep drag, the burning sensation in your throat also bringing in a wave of relief as you blow it out. “We haven’t really had time to….dwell on it. We’ve both been busy the past few weeks” you shrug taking another hit.

“Where did you even get that camera from in the first place, that’s how this whole thing started” you pipe up once more looking up at him and he meets your gaze “I don’t actually know, the box has been under my bed from what I can tell was a while from all the dust, but I don’t actually remember every getting it” he replied with a small shrug as if to signify he was genuinely confused.

“And what’s even more crazier is I found a camera of my own” you pull your shoulder bag into your lap as you dig through the many things in your bag to find the camcorder, you pop open the view finder and hold it out for Mark to take. “You found it?” He asked skeptically and it makes a beat of silence fall over you for a second before you burst into laughter “you say it like I’m some thief. But yeah, I found it in my attic” you point to the power button gently making mark press the button.

You watch him fiddle with the settings as you continue to take idle hits of the burning blunt flicking the ash off into the ashtray as the sound of the blunt sparking in heat breaking the silence. You point to one of the small buttons that makes the camera focus making you gently trade the blunt for the camera as you point the lens towards Mark.

“This thing is so old, you can tell by the quality of the lens” you say softly as you press record, catching the warm lights that wash over Mark’s skin; the way his long lashes flutter closed to protect those low red, chocolate eyes. The way the tendrils of smoke blow past the soft plumpness of his lips.

The way your lips tug slightly at the corners as your eyes stick to the view finder makes Mark look at you with narrowed eyes and a suspicious smirk. “Why are you staring at it so hard?” He asks with a small amused huff behind his tone. “You look good in low quality” you say and it makes Mark almost choke on the smoke he was in the middle of inhaling.

“I don’t know how to feel about that” he shakes his head as he tries to fight the intense cough building in the back of his throat as he passes the blunt. “I don’t know how to feel about a lot of stuff right now” he trails off as he leans in closer to your thighs as you perch yourself on your knees beside him.

He looks up at you behind the camera with low eyes with a small intensity you somehow were just now starting to familiar again. “Meaning?” You ask softly looking up from the finder to finally meet his eyes. “Meaning; the last time you were in my bed you were naked letting me take pictures of you while we fucked.” He arches a brow up at you as if the answer was obvious.

“Wow, way to give the news” you say flatly which makes Mark snort as his fingers play with the ripped jeans stringy pieces that showed small plush of your thighs, the bare smooth skin almost makes your thigh twitch as you look down at the camera then back at the onyx haired boy.

“Is it not weird to you?”and it makes your nose scrunch in confusion “what’s weird?” You squint your eyes at him. “You’re in my bed again. High. With a camera.” He says as if it couldn’t be more clear making you huff out a laugh. “Objectively yes. But it’s only weird if you make it weird” you point out as a matter of fact and as the words slip out of your mouth it was as if whatever was keeping Mark from embracing the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach had completely disappeared.

The way his palm grips at your thigh makes you pause in place tense at the feeling you lower the camera down towards your lap as you raise your brows in curiosity. “Is it weird now?” He asks softly looking up at you, how could you say yes? How could you when you could feel your stomach twisting.

With pursed lips you shake your head slowly making the corners of Mark’s lips tug into a small grin. “Then give me the camera” and with that, you had suddenly felt the need to pounce on the boy. The moment his fingers brush yours you couldn’t help but but forget about what your intentions were as you lean into his warmth capturing his lips against yours.

Experimental. The kiss was slow, the way your lips sealed over his, the way your lip gloss sticks to his lips leaving behind messy clear smudges around his mouth with trails of your lip combo left behind. Your lips parting away once as the heavy breathing between you lingers. The way both of your eyes were heavy and red, the scent of weed mixing between the two of you.

It was intoxicating, Mark Grayson was other worldly. Like the moment your lips pressed against his it felt all too familiar, too warm, too enthralling, too much. It was as if the flame that was Mark Grayson lit a fire under your ass. The slow kiss turning into heated pecks, as if the brief touches would make the top of you combust on top of his bed.

His fingers once playing with the fabric of your jeans now gripping at any bit of you he could get, the way he groans softly into your kisses, melting into your touch as your nails drag against the back of his neck gently. “Fuck” he mumbled and for a moment you couldn’t agree more. This wasn’t the first time and somehow….you still couldn’t fully articulate how this is happening again.

His hands grabbing at your legs with some sort of new found strength as he practically ragdolls you into his lap by the back of your thighs as he rests against the headboard of his bed. The warm skin of his bare chest freckled in small freckles and moles that almost get a grin out of you, having drooled over Mark Grayson’s new found strength and upgraded body, within the blink of an eye becoming the buff man that had found his way underneath you coaxing you into grinding into him as you heatedly makeout in his bed.

His hands rough and heavy finding purchase on your hips gripping gently at the jean fabric his lips capturing your your could care less how messily your lips mush together or the way Mark bucks his hips eagerly into you, your couldn’t get enough, your mind buzzing and foggy, every touch felt like pure pleasure waving through your veins.

You pull back for a beat as the barely lit blunt resting between your fingers finds itself between your messy smudged lips taking a deep drag as Mark watches the cherry of the blunt glow bursting into clouds of smoke past your lips, leaning into his chest you close the distance that makes Mark’s lips instinctively parting as the smoke blows into his lungs with a familiar burn.

Your tongue drags over his with a messiness that could only makes you moan softly into his mouth as the weight of his hand finding your throat, not squeezing; just resting comfortably as he sucks on your bottom lip desperately before tugging back with a soft smack as you part ways, his glossy eyes meet yours he plucks the blunt from your grasp before taking a hit of his own.

Blowing out a sheer cloud of smoke past his lips he presses the Blunt into the ash tray before before hand hand grips at your throat just slightly tugging you closer. His hand snaking from your hip to your throat, his thumb pressing against your pulse gently making you moan against his mouth your tongue exploring his as he grunts at the feeling of you sucking on his tongue that oddly enough makes his eyes roll back as a small moan falls past his lips before his hands grips harshly at your hips pressing you down hard against the obvious bulge growing under his sweat pants.

“Fuck—baby” the words slip out the second you fill away, your eyes snapping down to the pressure growing between your thighs, the friction of your pants makes you bite your lip in frustration as you lift your hips his chase yours missing the feeling your weight against him. mark bites back a complaint as he watches you unbutton your jeans sliding them down your legs and tossing them to the carpet before finding your rightful place back in his lap.

The look on Mark’s face spoke for itself “you look like you’re going to eat me” you mumbled as you feel his hands attract to the fat of your ass as he grips harshly at the shift skin nails just slightly digging small indents into your skin. “Can you blame me?” He groveled with a slightly roll to his eyes he grabs the camcorder that had been pushed aside “look at you” he mumbled as he presses against the small record button as a small red light starts blinking.

“So fucking pretty” he whispered as he looks up at you with lo vs w eyes with blown pupils encased in that deep brown that always made you feel like you were stuck in a bottomless pit. His hip grinds experimentally against yours as he watches for your reaction now that the camera was actually on and rolling. The action earns a whimper almost immediately, the newfound closeness and loss of layers makes you cage tour bottom lip between your teeth as your hands press flat to his chest as you grind your hips picking up the pace.

Mark’s breath hitching in his throat as he swallows harshly before pointing pens of the camera down where the two of you were making friction “fuck, mark.” You hiss as you practically drag yourself against his cock and it makes both of your heads spin. “Just like that” he mumbled as he feels grinding back faster.

You had could feel the coil forming in the pit of your stomach began to run its course as your panties leave behind a wet patch down the print of dick through the sweats that would’ve made you flush had it not been for the fact that the weed has made you so shameless. Nonetheless you can feel yourself edging closer and closer gripping at the elastic band of his pants out of pure eagerness.

“I’m gonna cum” you whimper as you press yourself down harder dragging yourself slowly to get the perfect position before practically bouncing in his lap to to reach the feeling of euphoria the both of your bodies had been chasing. “Do it.” The words come out like a command, the way his hand slaps harshly against your ass cracking through the thick weed scented air. “Fuck, oh fuck!” You cry as he lands one more harsh slap; pain twisting into a pleasure you hadn’t felt in a while….conveniently enough the last time being with Mark and it makes your stomach flip.

Your head falls back as they roll in pure intoxication, overwhelmed by the feeling your hips shake. If you weren’t mistaken over the sound of ringing in your ears you could hear Mark cooing at your orgasm as he continues to grind against you guiding you through your orgasm, you catch your breath before finding the urge to get your onyx haired best friend off as well.

Your hips move faster making Mark’s breath catch in his throat as his brows push together as he looks up at you with wide eyes “oh fuck, baby” he stutters out a whine before stuttering on a small laugh before he hisses “you’re gonna make me cum” he moans and it makes you pick up pace that earns a deep gasp from Mark as his back arches off the bed “oh shit” the moan was guttural as his cock twitches his breathing starts to stagger breathlessly as he spills within the confinements of his own pants with heavy eyes and his buff chest falling and rising slowly.

His breathing evening you try to slowly pull yourself to the spot behind him but Mark isn’t content with that. His hands grip the back of your knees. “Ride my face” he practically whispers which earn a laugh that doesn’t get the same reaction. He squeezed the skin under his fingers, his thumb rubbing gently against your skin. “Ride. My. Face.” He says it more slowly and broken down as if your brain wasn’t functioning. He sets up the camera on his beside table against a discarded book Mark probably hasn’t touched once.

The attitude makes you scoff before you slip your panties down your hips and off to now make a pile joining your pants as well before you slip off your shirt and bra you slowly push back his shoulder flat against the mattress before your knees are on both sides of his head caging him in, the touch callouses rubbing from the back of your knees to your thighs as he sighs as if in relief as he looks up at your puffy slick folds.

He pulls your hips down pressing heated kisses to your thighs you gasp as you watch his head disappear between your legs. The heat of his mouth nearing your pussy he licks small stripes against your clit before he sensually licks from your entrance to your clit, and sucking on your clit with fervor.

You moan as your head falls back and your fingers find their way to his hair. The sounds you make are so pleasurable to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face.

"Oh fuck" you manage to whimper out you tug at his hair as he groaned, your eyes shut as you "please fuck me with your fingers" you moan neediness dripping from your tone. His hand moving from your plush thighs, his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit he pulled away licking your clit once more his middle and ring fingers make way to your entrance.

Pushing in slowly you groan at the penetration, easing your tight walls around his thick fingers as he pushes them deeper you feel the cold metal on his rings all the way at the knuckles of his fingers as it grounds you from the euphoric feeling.

Pulling his head away he looks up at you with your juices on his swollen lips and on his chin his fingers begin to move opening your eyes you look down at him feeling his gaze as he watches you react gasping as the feeling you grind down against his fingers "you like that? Don't you?" He says as he licks your essence off of his lips.

His hair now disheveled as his cheeks were heating up, yet if it weren't for the dim lamp across the bedroom in his bedroom you would see his raging blush. you nod eagerly "yeah? You want me to go faster for you?" He coos feeling you clench around him at the sound of his lewd words.

"Say it" he demanded, making you clench harder "yeah, go faster Mark" you say losing your mind on his fingers as you absentmindedly grind down on his.He hums as he watches his finger get sucked inside of you. Moaning at the sight with sparkling eyes. His fingers hitting all the right places stuffing your pussy as the sloppy sounds of his fingers pounding into you as if you were his personal fuck toy.

"So good just for me right?" He asks as his tongue finds its way back to your clit, he looks up at you choking on your moans "yes" you say feeling a familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach. "I'm so close" you whimper.

sending tingles down your body before he licked big stripes of your cunt, sucking on your clit, his tongue working wonders on you. "Cum for me" he says possessively. Your hips grind against his face as the feeling of his fingers so deep inside you curling had you gasping for air desperately.

His thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs circles on your clit, your hips shake as your mind is clouded with the sudden rush of your orgasm. You let out an almost pornographic moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you ride out your high.

"So good" he coos as you grip his wrist as overstimulation starts to creep in. Waiting for you to come down he slowly removes his fingers as he is eager to taste you. He slips his fingers into his mouth sucking off every last trace of your orgasm off as if it were the only sustenance left on Earth. He hums at the taste of.

Mark's dripping fingers make their way up to your clit as his mouth makes its descent to your puffy lips. he pushes his heavy fingers on your clit as he adorns your lips with light pecks and kitten licks before using his free hand to pull them apart and licking your entrance. his mouth sucks hard in its endeavour to taste all of you.

Your hips buck at the feeling the sloppy sounds make your head spin. one of your hands moves to grip the hair on the back of his head and you push his face into yourself even more "oh god" you say shivering at the feeling. Pulling away his eyes look up at you while his lips attach themselves to your thigh, he bites and sucks the skin on your thigh in different spots leaving red and purple spots to bloom into hickeys as the hours pass.

Pulling away he lifts his fingers still covered in your cum up to his lips sucking on them becoming addicted to the way you taste. Licking whatever remnants of cum was left on his plump lips "You taste so good" he mumbled as you pulled away from him getting a good look at his body that sat against the mattress still clothed showing the tent in pants that seemed to grow. And for some reason it just didn’t feel right.

So, in all fairness your hands find his waistband with a hint of eagerness Mark lifts his hips as you see his half had cock twitching against his happy trail that you had grown to appreciate secretly. For a moment….Mark wanted to feel your mouth around him and he thought he could handle it for a moment more, the idea of your warmth tightly wrapped around him made him impatient, eager even.

So the moment you were arched between his thighs stroking his cock that was dripping with precum with the rampant amount of ideas running through his head about you. Letting out a harsh sigh at the the feeling of your tongue licking a thick stripe from the base of his cock to his blushing tip, Mark’s thighs tremble as his hands gather your hair as he gently tugs you at the fistful of your locks gently making you look up at him.

“I just wanna fuck you” he mumbles “just wanna make you cum on my dick” he hums as he lets go of your hair and in place grips at your chin before pressing a wet kiss to your lips “wanna do that?” He asks softly always leaving room for you to refuse. But you don’t; in return you nod with a small hum as Mark’s hand finds the small of your naked back almost shivering at the touch.

He guides you to switch places with him, the sheets warm, and smells exactly like your best friend; lavender and spice. You let your eyes fall shut as you take in a deep breath of the comforting smell, you could hear Mark rustling around on the bed before he’s in between your thighs stroking himself his eyes lingering on your pussy as if he’s in a trance.

Pressing his tip against your clit you whine at the ache clenching around nothing in response slapping his tip against your clit making your thighs twitch, clenching your teeth out of pure desperation to feel him stuff you full. “You like that?” His voice picks up thick and husky, and it makes your head twirl as you nod eagerly. “I want you so bad” the words come out almost slurred, you looked so fucking wrecked.

He looks at the camera then down at you before he grabs the camera sharing his view with the audience “so pretty” he coos as he guides one of your knees to your chest where you hold it watching him above you as he grinds his bare cock against your puffy folds as the slick sounds make your eyes roll back as the pressure of his tip pushing inside you makes you tense.

“fuck” he hisses as he slowly sinks into you; the warmth of you wet and wrapped around him was like pure euphoria. For a moment mark though an angel would randomly appear and tell him it’s time to wake up. But it doesn’t happen. Instead his eyes are sharp and intense as the stare back into yours as he sinks deeper and deeper.

“So pretty” he practically slurs as he feels your hand settle on his forearm gripping just enough to brace yourself, it earns a smile from the viltrumite as his hips pull away before snapping back into you sharply practically pushing all the air out of your lungs and for some reason it makes Mark want more. His hips snap harsher against for a few more times. “Fuck- you’re teasing.” You manage out between breathy moans.

The sounds of Mark’s chuckle makes your face screw up, he thinks this is funny? You really want to be mad. But how could you when he’s balls deep, fucking you like he’s been yearning for it. “I don’t tease, if anything you’re worse than me. Leaving all those fucking pictures of you” his hand finds the back of your neck as he makes you watch him disappear inside you.

The sounds of his bed creaking beneath you, and sloppy skin against skin was making it hard to think. You try to argue back but the words die in your throat by broken whimpers and small moans. Your nails dig into his arm leaving behind crescent shapes in your wake.

But Mark isn’t ready to be finished, he needed to see all of you, at this point he was ready to put your through the damn bed, his hips stutter to a stop that makes you whine as he pulls out. “Turn over, wanna see you from the back” he says tightly as his hand feels at your thighs guiding you over onto your stomach with your ass arched and head against the pillow just slightly muffled as he strokes himself a few times before sinking back into you with a deep sigh.

The sight of you, as pressed against his cock as your hands clench against his bedsheets, his hand slides down your spine once again finding placement on the back of your neck pushing you deeper into the pillow that has your jaw slacked before you cage them between your teeth deciding to grind back against him. You can hear the small groan he let out as your grinding turned into bouncing.

Mark doesn’t stop you; he watches with heavy eyes as he gives two sharp swats to your ass “don’t stop.” He murmured, he was watching, he was absolutely addicted to the sight, the way you two fit together so well, strings of precum and slick sticking to your thighs with each thrust. He hums at the leaks of moans coming through the pillow “that’s it” he coo’s before his hands reach your waist.

You could feel it, how deep inside you he was, the way he twitches everytime you clench, how thick he was, and it almost brings you to tears.the pleasure was burning white in the pit of your stomach. You could feel the dull ache in your lower spine with each thrust; the pleasure like jolts of pain that made your head spin. “Look at me” he whispered breathily tucking your hair away from your face as his hand finds the base of your throat, pushing your head to look him in the eyes.

As if the moments your eyes meet it’s almost as if something snaps, his grip heavy on your throat as he pounds into you. “That’s it, just look at me” he adds softly and it almost makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Your hand shakily and weakly reaching for his pressed against your throat as your whimpers and moans come out with rasp. “Fuck-“ he moans heavily as he looks down at the view of him disappearing inside you.

A specific sharp thrust against the spongy part of your walls makes your eyes squeeze shut and your hands fist the sheets roughly as your jaw slacks at the wave of euphoria, back arching deeper as your body shivers with a loud gasp that breaks the sound of skin on skin.

“It feels so-“ your words cut off by your own moans of pleasure, the sheer smack of his hips against your ass was enough to leave you dizzy, your arms wobbling to hold yourself up as you tremble against him. “I know, feels soo good huh?.”

His eyes stick to yours as he used a whiney voice to mock you making you tighten around him which earns a shit eating grin as he lets go of your throat to wrap his arms around you. The warm skin, freckled in scars and birth marks as his chest presses against your back.

Earning a guttural moan his hips stilling against you as if he were memorizing the verging feeling of you wrapped around him, the warmth, your skin against his. His forehead presses to your shoulder, hair sticking with sweat to your skin making the two of you sticky.

“Fuck. I never realized how much I needed you” he rasps his nails digging into the skin of your hips just slightly as if at any moment he’d be pulled away. The tip of his nose presses gently to the juncture of your jaw as his lips plant opened mouth kisses; sucking harshly on the blank skin leaving behind clusters of bruises in his wake.

It’s intoxicating to say the least; the way he pins you against him, how his nails dig into your skin a when you tighten around him, or the way you can hear a small whine in each moan he lets fall past his lips. Your hand gripping at his hair as the other braces you against the mattress you grind against him as if you were desperate.

And it leaves his head spinning at the feeling. “Oh fuck” he mumbled at first as your grip tightens in his locks you could feel his hips chasing you, he picks up the pace. “Oh fuck-“ it sounded like a cry, he needed this, you.

“Fuck you feel so good” he’s stammering at this point and he doesn’t know if he’s embarrassing himself but the way you wrap around him, the feeling of your juices dripping all over his cock; he could care less. His hips are practically ramming into you, it’s almost pure need and desperation, and you were loving every second of it.

“You like it don’t you?” He huffs as his hand finds comfort on your chest pinching at your nipple. “Like being all up under me? Yeah?” Slipping from your chest back to its real home on your throat not gripping too hard. “I fucking love it” you whine as your hips roll against his practically bouncing in his lap.

“Look at you” he whispered almost to himself as his hips snap relentlessly against you he pulls away reaching for the almost forgotten camera from the dresser as one of his hands slide down your spine making your hips shake his hand grapples onto you as he presses his tip into you deeper you could felt like you might have cracked a rib.

His hand snakes over your hip between your thighs his finger pressing between your soaked folds swirling your clit in messy circles that makes your squeal at the intense feeling; your hand snapping to his wrist as you try and inch away but it only earns you a familiar stinging swat to your ass that rips a moan through your throat.

He only pulls out before guiding you to sit on his lap as he lays on his back for you to ride him. “Look so good like this. Gonna ride me like last time?” The words twist something in your lower stomach in your lower stomach that makes your brain feel like it’s melting you can only nod dumbly as you slide down his cock slowly with a soft moan as your eyes cling to the sight of him disappearing inside you.

“Fucking love the way you feel” Mark groans as his hands fall straight grips at the skin of your hip urging you to move, he’s practically bouncing you in his lap as you buck your hip each time Mark’s hips lift to meet yours. His grip softens as he reaches at your chest pinching on your nipples as he grunted praises under his breath.

His hand finding your ass as his nails dig into the soft skin as he guides you at his pace dragging you up and his cock slowly before slamming them down, his hips chase yours eagerly as you manage to whimper out “Wanna cum” as your nails dig into the skin of shoulders the pressure in your stomach makes you grind harder “please!” you cry out with a small gasp as the feeling of Mark’s padded thumb rubs messy circles on your clit “do it. I wanna see you do it” he grunts the harder you slam your hips against his the more winded he is.

But he could hardly care when you were dripping down his cock, so tight, so warm. It was dizzying, the moment your thighs snap shut he can feel you cumming and it makes him arch off the bed with a shiver as his hips chase harder, fucking you both through your orgasms with cries of each others names and heavy breathing.

You rest over his chest with a deep sigh , you stretch your legs out already feeling the ache that would come with all of this tomorrow. You look at Mark as he fiddles with the camera one more time, the view finder displaying your messy faces, the smudges of makeup on marks face, your running mascara; you had no shame.

“What’s with these camera’s?” You huff out as Mark cuts the camera setting it to the side replacing it with the ashes blunt, you sit up patting around the sheets for that damn lighter “it’s always a camera around when we do this” you muttered amused and it makes Mark’s nose scrunch as he shakes his head.

“Maybe it’s the weed” he manages to choke out through the smoke clouding his lungs that makes you pluck it from his fingers quickly with an offended face as you take a toke watching the glowing cherry blossom with the thick gray-blue steam trickles out past your lips.

“It’s Never the weed” you say flatly finally letting of the the thick smoke fogging up your chest and it makes Mark scoff. “You smoke like a fucking train” he nearly snatches the blunt back from you making you shake you’re head “whatever, you literally hotbox Williams car any chance you get” the bickering carries through the room, so when Debbie steps back in through the front door it isn’t anything she isn’t used to.

And all is back to the weird limbo of your best friend putting you through the mattress while whispering the nastiest things anyone has ever said to you. And though you don’t know if you’ll ever have sex with Mark again; you know it’s something that Sober you can figure out when when you cross that hill.

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