a/n: am i freaked out for writing this? yes. 9/10 been done before but i had to. first time writing something like this feed back welcomed.
warnings: DUBCON i’m pretty sure. three way stuff. unprotected p in v. unprotected p in a. degrading talk. violence.
You cut the TV off with a stressed sigh, efficiently silencing the reporter that was hurriedly talking about the carnage happening across the globe.
The Invincibles, as the news had dubbed them, had come from nowhere and wanted nothing besides destruction. Since their arrival they’d been doing nothing but wreaking havoc. Many cities, homes and lives were destroyed and it hadn’t even been a full 24 hours.
You didn’t think you could take anymore as the death toll kept climbing. You couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky it was that you lived in a suburb far away from the city as you pulled out your clothes for work tomorrow (if the building was even standing in the morning).
You choose to fill the silence in your apartment with lively music, turning the speaker sitting on your dresser all the way up. Your eyes flutter closed as you sway your hips to the rhythm of the music, not noticing the masked figure peering through the gaps in your heavy curtains as you slip off your clothes then dance over to your dirty laundry bin.
You pick up the wine glass on your dresser before finishing the dark, red liquid. You felt like you needed a glass or two to deal with what was happening on the outside world.
You snatch up your silk robe from where it hung on your closet door, not bothering to tie it as you step into your slippers. You were so absorbed in your melancholy thoughts as you moved around your room and eventually walked to your bathroom, that you forgot to close your bed room window and pull the curtains.
Mark lets out a huff of frustration when his view of you is restricted. He’d been without you for so long, the least he could do was get a good peak. Mark snatches his hand away from the crotch of his suit, annoyed that he could no longer palm himself to your gorgeous body.
With lust no longer clouding his brain the original feeling of anger took over. No, way you really thought you could get away from him, he could’ve sworn you were broken in enough to know that was impossible.
Mark sighs as he easily cuts through the window screen. He can’t figure out why he believed his dad when he said you’d get easier, more pliable, especially after what happened to mom. Mark would much rather be killing and torturing than hunting you down, sure you’d put up a good fight but it wasn’t enough. But it was fine, he thought as he flew through your bedroom window, he had ways he could make you pay for it.
Once your steaming bath had gone cold you step out of the water and dry yourself off with a fluffy towel. You slip into your robe, deciding to tie it this time before brushing your teeth. You let out a dramatic groan when you remembered how early you had to get up.
When you push the bathroom door open you’re surprised to see Invincible- clad in a version of his original suit, not the newer black and blue one you’d seen on TV earlier. Invincible was shocked to see you as well, was she trying to throw me off by changing her hair? by wearing a color she’d never wear? He couldn’t help but think as he raised a brow. But those thoughts were pushed from his mind as he took in the sight of you, it had been many months since he’d been in your presence and he wasn’t sure he could contain himself.
Invincible is standing in the middle of your room, licking his lips at you like he wants to take a bite out of your flesh. “Wha-wh-,” You can’t get the words out as your brain tries to process the imposter standing in your home. Invincible laughs maniacally at your shocked expression, pointing a finger at you like he just pulled off the prank of the century. “You really thought you could get away from me?” he says it so casually that you have to look at him like he’s insane for a moment.
You consider quickly that if he is one of the Invincible’s from the TV and not your known Invincible with another wardrobe change, that he was insane and you were most likely in grave danger. “…You have the wrong person.” Your stunned brain can’t think of anything better to say.
Invincible doesn’t respond to you, choosing to laugh to himself and mock your words in a high pitched voice instead. He isn’t wearing his usual goggles so you’re able to watch as his brown eyes look around your room, it’s like he was making sure to take in every detail. Which he is, noting the lack of weaponry and armor.
Invincible picks up the frilly pajama set you’d laid out earlier, “Huh, you really went all out. You’d never wear stuff like this for me-“, every move he makes has you tensing as he walks away from your bed to rummage through your open closet. “I can’t wait to see you in this.” He says with his back to you as he picks up one of your more risqué pair of panties. The words cause a shiver to run down your spine, a part of you isn’t sure that it’s just from fear.
You lunge for the phone charging on your desk before you can convince yourself not to, unsure who’d you call that can stop someone who’d already laid most of the word to waste. Invincible’s hands are tangled in the fabric of your robe in seconds, you yelp when he tosses you to the carpeted floor, he towers over you as your frantic eyes look up at him. You watch in horror as he grabs your phone, snapping it in half like it was nothing before letting the pieces fall to the floor.
“P-please, don’t hurt me. I’ve never met you or any Invincible before. Im not who you think I am.” You don’t think he registers anything you said. He seemed preoccupied with looking at the smooth skin of your thighs, his gaze seems to lock on to any sort of supple skin he can get his eyes on.
“I could never mistake you. I already told you I’d find you anywhere-“ Invincible looks smug as he bends down to your level, “And I was right as always.” You don’t have time to brace yourself before his hand is curled around your throat and he’s standing to his full height. Your feet kick as you fight for air in his iron grip, he lets go just enough for you to breathe slightly and you gasp as he continues.
“And I don’t care how much of a fight you put up-”, His whisper is pointed as the fingers of his free hand ghost down the valley of your breasts, dipping into robe then over your stomach, his nimble fingers finding their way between your folds. Invincible snickers at the involuntary whimper you release as his fingers begin sinking into your heat, you hate the way your toes curl even though you will them not to.
“You’re mine- I told you that means I own you.” You want to scream as loud as you can that you’ve never fucking met him but his grip around your throat constricts you, the two digits he’s plunging into your core don’t help either.
Invincible watches your face like he’s waiting for something. Which he was, he’d expected more of a fight than whatever this was. “Why aren’t you hitting me?-”, he shakes you by your throat like you’re the one that’s crazy, “You don’t think I know it’s you?!”
Before your brain can make sense of his confusing words you’re out of his grip and gasping for air after landing hard on your knees. You watch as a masked invincible-donning the newer colors restrains…..himself? Before tossing him on your king sized bed.
Your prepare for the worse as he leans down to your place on the floor, you jump when he rips off his mask to reveal the same brown eyes and dark hair. He looks over your body like you’re made of porcelain, “Did he hurt you?”, This Invincible’s voice is soft and caring, a hard contrast from the Invincible that had you in his clutches moments ago
You don’t embrace him back when he hugs you tenderly, your name falling from his lips in a whisper. “Wow, you’re such a bitch.”, The other Invincible sniggers cruelly from his spot on the bed, “I thought she was my Y/N but I would’ve had a black eye by now-“ You peak over Invincible’s shoulder to keep a eye on the one on the bed, “I don’t think we’re fucking her here….This Mark is a bigger dumb ass than I thought.” He ends his sentence by stuffing his nose into the pajamas he’d picked up earlier, sniffing so hard you were scared the set would be sucked up his nostrils like a vacuum.
The..Mark in front of curls his face in disgust at his counterparts crude words, you’re sure your expression mirrors his. “Oh- I’m Mark, or Invincible..as you probably guessed. I’m here to take you and my mom back to my dimension.” This was too crazy. The look on your face must speak a million words because Masked Mark instantly begins explaining how his version of you died with his mother.
If you hadn’t watched the destruction they caused for yourself you would’ve assumed you were going crazy. “Woah- I got here before you. Finders keepers, dude.” The first Invincible has abandoned his spot on the bed and is now towering over you and the latter, all traces of playfulness gone from his striking features. He places the hand that’s covered in your drying slick on Masked Invincible’s shoulder, it causes heat to rise up his neck and ears.
“She may not be my Y/N but she’s still mine and she’s coming with me.” Masked invincible stands now. You say a silent prayer, hoping that they fight each other long enough to give you time to make a daring escape. You begin to scoot towards your bedroom door as they talk hurriedly to each other.
They’re bickering like brothers as they talk about you like you’re not there, if you didn’t know better you’d think they were discussing what to do with the family pet.
When your back hits your bed room door both eyes are on you, in seconds No goggles invincible is pulling you to your feet roughly despite his partners pleas for him not to hurt you. “Trying to sneak off isn’t cool.” He twists his hand in your hair and you scratch his face like a feral cat, “Shit! I knew it was some fight in you, do it again!”, It seems like you’ve done nothing but get him excited, the bulge that presses into your side is a big indicator.
Masked Mark watches you struggle in the other man’s grip, your thin robe doing nothing to conceal your body underneath it. His face is dejected but he doesn’t try to hide his growing erection. You can feel a blush forming on your cheeks as you stop struggling, trying to move as far away from the protrusion as you can in Mark’s hold. You will yourself to look around the room, trying to focus on anything but the men and the boners invading your space.
The invincible that currently has you cornered sneaks his hand under your robe again, grabbing the fat of your ass hard before you tell him to stop as you weakly grab at his wrist. He pulls your hair in retaliation, giggling when you cry out. He tosses you on your bed like you weigh nothing. Masked invincible taking his place beside him to look down at you as you try to disappear on the covers, scooting until your back hits your head board.
“I-If you’re going to kill me or something just make it quick.” Your eyes dart between the two before Masked Mark sits on the bed beside you, large hand coming up to caress your cheek in a comforting manner, you feel betrayed by your body when you lean into his touch.
“You’re not going to die, Y/N.” His words are stern and calm, you don’t think he notices that you see the pointed look he sends to his variant. “Yeah, I just found you, I can’t kill you yet.” You gulp louder than you hoped in response and Mark’s full lips pull into a cheshire grin. It’s like he could smell your fear or something.
“Besides…we came up with the perfect way to choose who keeps you-“, No goggles Mark lays on your bed as he speaks, he crawls up to you and rips your crossed legs open. You try to force them closed in his hold but his strength is no match for yours. His large hands are holding the fat of your thighs to keep them in place, his touch leaving goosebumps in its place.
“Instead of fighting to the death like I suggested-we’ll let you choose-“ every word has his warm breath tickling your embarrassingly wet center, “Boring if you ask me- but we’ll see who fucks you the best and the winner gets to keep you.” Your eyes go wide at his words and you shake your head furiously, the words failing to leave your lips as your adrenaline spikes.
No goggles Mark only shakes his head yes back to you before putting his face between your plump thighs to take a long whiff of your center. You look to the Mark sitting beside you for help but he’s too worried about the slick between your legs that glints in the soft light of your room.
You were purely at their mercy.
You beg them softly not to, you rarely hopped into bed with strangers, you never let them take you to different dimensions. “Y- You don’t want me, I’m not like the Y/N’s from your dimensions. Just let me go.”
But your exasperated pleas fall on deaf ears.
Masked Mark chooses to run a gloved hand soothingly into your hair instead of responding. When he turns to you his pupils are blown, he reminds you of the cartoons with the hearts in their eyes, “Sssh, babe, we’re going to make you feel so good.”, His sultry words have your heart and your pussy pounding.
You were so conflicted as you sat in your stuffy room. It was so much information to process and to think over, but it was impossible to do as the Mark between your legs lightly licks you. Before you can make anymore objections the Mark sitting beside you was kissing you.
You try to force your eyes to stay open but Mark’s soft lips and gentle tongue have them closing. You feebly hit his chest in defiance before he easily takes both your wrists in one of his hands and kisses you deeper despite your protests. Protests that soon turn into light mewls when the Mark between your legs begins nipping at your inner thighs, nips turning into bites that leave bruises for you to find the next day.
Mark’s wet lips move from yours to your neck, kissing your soft skin sensually as you pant beside him. He wraps his lean arms around your curves and pulls you close to him. You don’t stop his wondering hands from pulling your robe down your arms.
The grip No goggles Mark has around your thighs grows tighter as he watches the show above him, you yelp from the slight pain. He doesn’t mind it, the high pitched sound causes his cock to twitch in his suit.
“I wanna kiss too.”, There’s nothing you can do to stop him. Mark’s kisses are nothing like his counter parts. It’s rough and sloppy, he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. For some odd reason you still find yourself moaning into his mouth. He laughs breathlessly at the sweet sound when he pulls away from you.
He brings his hand up to squish your cheeks while turning to the other version of himself. “See, I told you she’d like this shit. I knew every version of her was a slut.” The degrading words cause you to sink into your pillows when he lets your face go and returns to his place between your legs. Were you a slut? You couldn’t ignore the way you clenched around nothing when the four letter word left Invincible’s full lips.
“You’re not a slut, baby-“, Mark says when he notices the conflicted expression on your red face. His lips move from your neck kissing down your collar bone until he reaches your nipple. He sucks and licks the pebbled nub before he continues, “You’re just being so good for me.”, His other hand is softly rolling and tweaking your neglected nipple as his eyes dart up to yours. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the almost dazed expression on his face, you can’t help it when your eyes peek at him taking his full bottom lip between his teeth.
“For you? she’s only dripping like this because I’m here, isn’t that right?” Mark uses his long fingers to spread you open, he spits lewdly on your throbbing cunt, his wide eyes were on yours as he licks through the mess. He punctuates his words with a hard suck on your clit and it has your mind going blank for a moment.
“You’re so full of yourself.”, Is Mark’s quick reply as he picks you up so he can position himself to sit behind you. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes heavily in your ear, his strong thighs support yours as he grips the fat of your waist. “Pinch her nipples.” Mark commands before he’s lapping at your heat again, the Mark behind you rolls his eyes but humors him and you squirm at feel of his rough finger tips.
You squeal when he begins tonguing at your asshole, “N-no not there.” You can barely get the words out as you watch gloved fingers creep around you and begin rubbing slow circles onto your swollen clit, the other hand continuing to roll your hard nipple between his digits. The panting in your ear has you grinding down on the wet, muscle working its way into your tight entrance, you can feel Mark throbbing against your lower back as you writhe.
You moan audibly when No goggles Mark bullies two, then three fingers into you. You grab at his wrist as he begins fucking you at a brutal pace. For a moment the only sounds that fill your apartment were heavy breathing, your sharp moans and the sound of Mark’s fingers sinking into you. You think you can hear him say something about fitting his whole hand in you but your mind is too clouded with lust to care as your climax approaches.
You feel both pairs of eyes on you as you clench around Mark’s fingers, neither stopping their assault as you cum, they watch as the muscles in your thighs clench with glossy eyes. “Shit, you’re so hot I might cum right now.”, Mark says as he forces himself away from your spasming sex to slip the bottom half of his suit off. Mark cradles you as you watch his counter part get undressed with a cheeky smile on his handsome face. When his hard cock is free he pulls you from Masked Mark’s embrace and flush against his lean body. Precum dots your thighs as he kisses you harshly, hands unable to stay still as they roam your curves.
“When we’re finished i’m going to rip his head off and chain you to my side.” Mark says in a husky whisper. You want to be disgusted by his horrifying words but to your dismay it has your cunt clinching in anticipation for what’s to come.
Mark’s hands are in your hair but you don’t panic this time, he smirks down at you as he pulls your head back. “I want you on your knees like the slut you are, then i’ll let you cum on my cock.” You’re sinking to your knees before you can think about the shame that you should’ve felt. “Do you have to degrade her?”, Mark asks the more vulgar version of hisself as he watches him grab his cock by his fat base and repeatedly slap his pink, tip on your kiss swollen lips. “She loves it.” Mark says, before rubbing his precum covered tip on your cheeks and lips.
Your face burns with embarrassment as you push him away, earning a stinging slap that has you looking up at him in bewilderment. He shakes a finger at you like you’re an insolent child. “Don’t push me away and don’t use teeth or there’s more where that came from.” You touch your stinging cheek as you eye him, contemplating on arguing back before his firm grip is in your messy hair again.
He forces you to look into his dilated pupils before kissing you hard on the mouth, it leaves you dizzy as he repeats his rules, this time you’re nodding on command. “You’re such a good slut for me, it makes me so hard when my bitch listens.” he guides you back to his pulsating cock by your jaw and your licking a stripe against his bulging veins without anymore instruction.
Never in your life did you think you’d enjoy a situation like this, let alone be soaking wet as you sucked the perpetrators dick, thighs rubbing together to soothe the throbbing in your core. You were very vanilla, almost reserved during sex. You would’ve been dialing 911 if any other man had smacked you, spoke to you this way or snuck into your window the way these two did.
Once Mark has had his fill of fucking your throat raw and you’re a coughing, blubbering mess he pulls you up with a rough hand around your throat and kisses you sloppily. The moan he lets out when you bite his bottom lip has your knees buckling and you grab his hair harshly to keep from falling. You expect Mark’s face to twist in anger from the action but you’re surprised when he mewls and asks you to pull his hair again but harder through heavy pants. You can’t help but to oblige.
Mark is panting like a dog when you let his soft hair go. He manhandles you until your ass up and face down on the edge of your bed. Mark can’t resist giving you a hard smack on the ass, groaning when he sees the red hand print he left on the supple skin there. The position gives you the perfect view of the other Mark, his hand wrapped tight around his weeping cock, he has this fucked out look and you hadn’t even touched him yet. He drags his thumb over his wet slit, eyes never leaving yours and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight.
“Fuuuuck, I’m gonna fuck you dumb, baby-“ Mark says as he drags his hard cock through your heat, collecting the slick that’s gathered there before pushing into you slowly. He pushes your head into the soft mattress with no concern for your wellbeing as he begins his assault. You’re unable to keep quiet as he fills you to the brim with every deliberate push of his hips. His hand moves from your head to your waist as he steadies himself, the other spreads your ass cheeks so far you fear they might rip.
“You could never fuck her like this-“ You can hear the grin in his voice as he taunts the flustered version of himself. Before you can realize it his hand is around your neck again and he’s pulling you up to look at the other variant, “You’re so fucking sexy like this- fuck- this loser is ready to pull his dick off.” The image of Masked Invincible rutting into his messy, tight fist is burned into your brain when Mark roughly lets you go.
You feel him cover his thumb in your excess moisture before circling the tight ring of muscle, he ignores your pleas of “no, not that hole”, as he pushes his thumb in anyway. You cry out at the intrusion, Mark rubs your head soothingly as he whispers words of encouragement, “You’re taking it so well, Y/N. We just have to get you ready, sweet girl.” If your mind wasn’t so hazy you would’ve argued about what he meant by getting you ready, but with the way Mark was pounding into you, you couldn’t do anything but moan in bliss at his words.
You whine when he pulls out of you just before your release, he smacks your ass and tells you to shut up before he lays down and pulls you on top of him. “You’re so wet, i’m covered in you-“ you shudder at Mark’s words, his warm breath fanning against your ear, his mouth sucking your lobe before he continues, “What kind of dirty whore let’s two murders slut her out like this?”, you’re too gone to let yourself think about the question rationally, your hand finds purchase around Mark’s throat as he pushes back into your puffy cunt.
“F-fuck, yeah. Choke me harder and i’m not gonna pull out.” You moan at his words, common sense be damned, you could always buy a Plan B in the morning. Mark kisses you as tenderly as he can as he ruts into you, he rubs your clit slowly like he’s trying to placate you.
You jump when you feel the sweeter Mark pushing into your puckered entrance, you cry out and reach behind you to push on the muscles of his stomach. “Stop squirming or i’ll be the one back there.” You don’t heed his warning as Mark tries to push into you slowly, you’re unable to stay still or quiet as tears well in your eyes from the intrusion.
The Mark behind you pulls the head of his cock out of you abruptly with a shake of his head, his voice is heavy with lust when he speaks, “Switch. I can’t hurt her like this.” The Mark under you looks too excited as they switch positions.
You don’t dwell on his expression too long because Masked Mark is kissing you so sweetly and pushing into you slowly when he gets his hands on you, the feel of his cock dragging in out of you has your toes curling. It’s so easy to forget the crazy predicament you’re in when his full lips are on yours and his fingers play with your hard nipples. His thrusts are sensual as he grind up into you, you can feel his eyes bearing into your face as you exclaim from the overwhelming pleasure. “I missed this pussy so much.”, his grip on your thighs is almost as tight as the one you have on his cock.
You grip your bedspread hard as you feel Mark push into your entrance, he doesn’t stop when you cry out and he smiles when he sees tears form in your eyes again, “Tell me how much it hurts, baby. I love fucking you when you cry.” His hand reaches around to grip your throat as he begins pushing in and out of you. At first the pain feels unbearable and you’re begging them to stop, the Mark under you was the only one who payed attention to your pained cries as he kisses you and tells you how beautiful you are.
When the pain subsides youre a moaning mess, your pretty lips forming the shape of a ‘o’ as they penetrate your holes. Your brain feels like it’s short circuiting as it tries to take in all the obscene sounds and feelings. Sweat drips from Marks brow and onto your arched back as he makes sure he pulls all the way out and pushes his thick, length all the way into you just so he can hear you sweet cries.
When you cum it sneaks up on you and your body feels like it took a screenshot. You’re unable to move anything but your toes as your mouth drops open and you go mute, you’re shaking between them but this doesn’t deter their movements. The boys begin going harder as they chase their own high.
“I love your pussy so much, baby” Masked Mark’s words are strained as he cums. He lets out cute, little groans as his eyes roll back and his hips move involuntarily as he fills you with his release.
No goggles Mark pulls you from Masked Mark’s softening cock, uncaring as he slides back into the mess between your legs. “N-no more…” You whine almost inaudibly as he pushes your sore thighs to your chest, “I’m almost done, s-shut up and take my dick.” You’re only able to moan hoarsely and writhe as Mark ravishes you.
When his thumb finds yours clit you jerk and pull at his wrist limply, he easily flings your hands from him and continues his ministrations. “S-shit, your pussys so good. Such a slut for wanting my c-cock to stretch you open like this.”, You thank the lord when Mark’s hips begin stuttering, you weren’t sure if you could take much more.
His thumb presses into your clit as he reaches his peak, the pressure causing the band in your stomach to snap once again. You sink your nails into Mark’s back to ground yourself and he cums with a shudder, his chest heaves as he fucks you both through your releases.
You’re spent when he rolls off you, your legs feel like mush and you’re barely coherent as Masked Invincible cleans you with a wet, wash cloth from your bathroom. Mark is pulling tricolored suit on as he speaks, “Go ahead and tell him I won- don’t worry about sparing his feelings. He might be a bitch but he can take it.”
You can no longer see the other Mark’s face as he pulls his black mask down, “You? Give me 10 minutes and we can go again.” No Goggles Mark laughs in his face, “Ten minutes?? I didn’t know Viltrumites could get erectile dysfunction.”
Hii! Could you please write sub Mohawk!Mark and sub Siniester!Mark threesome with fem!reader?
Submitting Two Marks For Review!
Note: NOWWW WERE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE, been so long since I've done one of these. Sombody's getting pegged toniiiight! no, seriously. (Took me 3 days to do this one)
Warnings: Pegging, Dirty Talk, Threesome, Sub!Mohawk Mark, Sub!Sinister Mark, Dom!Reader, Scratching, Biting, Anal Sex, Eifell Tower Sex Position, Pussy Eating, Cuckholding, Porn w/o a Plot, Rough Sex, Insults (Bitch, Whore, Cumslut, etc), Freak Shit, etc. (If you get confused 'S' and 'M" differentiate the two!)
Mohawk!Mark, Dom!Fem Reader x Sinister!Mark
Word Count: 2,100
The air between you crackles with tension, thick enough to suffocate.
Mohawk Mark stands with his shoulders squared, hands flexing at his sides, like he’s trying to decide whether he wants to grab something or just cross his arms and pretend he’s not affected. His nostrils flare on a slow exhale, and his lips twitch. Not in a scowl this time, but something closer to amusement. Filthy amusement.
"Shit," he mutters, running a tongue over his teeth. "This what you wanted? Getting us all riled up just to watch?" You smirk. "That depends. Are you riled up, Mark?" His eyes flash, and this time, he grins. "Fuck, you’re bold." He shifts his weight, rolling his shoulders like he’s settling in. "I like that."
Sinister Mark hums from where he leans against the wall, his gaze flicking between you and his counterpart. He’s still got that knowing, lazy smirk on his face, but now there’s something a little darker in his stare. He sees where this is going. "Didn’t think I’d ever see you this easy, Mohawk," he taunts, tilting his head. "What’s wrong? Forget how to put up a fight?"
Mohawk Mark barks a laugh, sharp and shameless. "Fight?" He turns his head just enough to glare at Sinister, but it’s not a real glare—it’s something else. Something cocky? "Shit, man. Who said I was fighting?" That makes Sinister Mark pause.
Interesting.
You take a step forward, and just like before, both of them react—subtle, but enough for you to catch. Sinister Mark’s smirk twitches. Mohawk Mark’s pupils dilate. Neither of them back away. "Huh," you muse, tilting your head. "I expected more resistance." Mohawk Mark lets out a short breath—maybe a scoff, maybe a quiet laugh. His hands twitch again, but this time, you’re certain: it’s because he wants to do something. Grab something. Grab you, but you’re too much of a tease.
"Shit," he breathes, shaking his head. Then, slower, filthier— "You sure you want that?"
Did you? Absolutely. In bed.
Sinister Mark exhales through his nose, tilting his chin down just slightly, eyes lidded. He’s still got the teasing streak, but now there’s something hungrier under it. "She’s good," he mutters, more to himself than anything. "Mmm, you must be so proud of yourself right now." His voice is sweet, almost doting, but his smirk is still razor-sharp.
Mohawk Mark exhales sharply, eyes locked onto yours. His smirk is still there, but it’s tight at the edges. Controlled. Barely. You could push further. You will push further. And the best part is they want you to.
And this time, they fucking know it.
You lean in close, your dripping such dirty words in a coat of honey. "I'm going to fuck you both," you whisper, already contemplating you next move. "I'm going to use your bodies for my pleasure until you're both begging for more." His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, usually he was the one prodding holes until they oozed with arousal. To see you in such a light made it all the better, he loved to experiment and finally met his match. A strangled groan escaped his lips. "You fucking bitch," he rasps, but there's no heat behind it. It's all desire, all want.
You chuckle darkly, his hand resting against the band of his boxers. "Strap-on," you command, looking over at S Mark. "Now." Mark's smirk turns into a grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yes ma'am," he purrs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He reaches into the nearby drawer and pulls out a large strap-on. The size was just begging to overstimulate someone's prostate. "Here you go, sweetheart." You snatch it from his hand, not bothering to look at him as you turn back to Mark. "Strip," you order, your voice leaving no room for argument. M Mark doesn't even hesitate. He shoves down his undergarments, veins running up his pubic area. His feet jutting out, kicking them aside until he's standing naked and hard in front of you. His dick was practically twitching with anticipation.
"Always knew you had a big ego, Mohawk, but I didn’t think you had the assets to back it up." Sinister Mark mutters from behind you, his eyes roaming over Mohawk Mark's body. "You're such a fucking slut for this." Mohawk Mark snarls at him, but there's no real venom behind it. He's too focused on you, on the way you're looking at him like he's a piece of meat. You don't waste any time. You step forward and wrap your hand around his cock, squeezing hard enough to make him grunt. "That's right," you purr, stroking him slowly. "You're going to be a good little slut for me." Mark's head falls back against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed as he loses himself in your touch. "Holy shit, yes." he moans, his hips bucking into your hand. "Fuck… more."
"Shhh," you hush him, moving your hand away from his cock and bringing it to his lips. "I'm in charge here." Mark opens his mouth without hesitation, sucking your fingers deep into his throat. His tongue swirls around them, his lips tight and wet as he hums around your digits. His time housing a harem provided him with sexual prowess. "That's it," you coo, your other hand coming up to grip his Mohawk. "Such a good little cockslut."
The other Mark watches from behind you, his eyes dark and hungry. His hand is moving over the front of his pants, rubbing himself through the fabric. "You’re really going to make him beg? shit." His grin widens, all mock sympathy. "I think I’m starting to like you." You pull your fingers out of Mark's mouth and turn to face Sinister Mark, a sweetened grin on your face. "Oh, he's going to beg, and so will you." you promise.
"But first..." You turn back to Mohawk Mark and grab the strap-on from Sinister Mark's hand. "Get on the bed," you command, shoving him towards the mattress. "On your hands and knees." Mark relishes in this, almost pervertedly so. He does as he’s told, moving towards the bed and assuming the position. His fingers firmly stroked his cock as he watched you, tongue flicking across his lips. He looks like a predator ready to pounce, all raw power and barely contained energy. You follow after him, taking a moment to admire the view before stepping up behind him and buckling the strap-on around your waist.
Pressing the thick silicone cock with a puckering hole. Light spindles of hair peppered it deliciously. He tenses, his back and ab muscles rippling beneath his skin as he braces himself. "Easy now," you drawl, rubbing the head of the strap-on teasingly against his rim. "I know how much you love having something big and hard inside you."
"Fuck you," Mark grits out, but again there's no heat behind it.
"Language," you chide playfully, before slamming my hips forward, burying the thick cock deep inside him in one hard thrust. You gave him little time to adjust, his head falling back as he groaned through gritted teeth, fingers balling into fists. “How’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?” You asked rhetorically, "Shit—" he exhales, a sharp, breathy laugh leaving his lips as he tilts his head back, eyes dark with something wild. "Fuckin’ bitter… but I think I like it." His tongue drags over his bottom lip, and he grins, all teeth. "You gonna keep shoving it inside, or you scared I’ll start beggin’ for more?"
Without responding, you start to move, pounding into him with hard, fast strokes. The wet, pornographic sound of flesh colliding fills the room, mixing with Mark's moans and your own grunts of effort. Your hips quickly burn with the effort to stimulate the viltrumite and your fingertips scratch imprints into his waist. His teeth clacked together with each thrust, his octave growing sluttier by the second.
Behind you, Sinister Mark watches with dark eyes, his hand moving faster over his clothed cock, barely containing himself. "Look at him," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "Taking that dick like he was made for it." You spare him a glance over your shoulder, "Why don't you come closer and get a better look?" S Mark's eyes flash, and he steps forward, kneeling behind you on the bed. "With pleasure," he purrs, his hands coming up to grip your ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
You moan as you feel his hot breath ghost over your exposed hole, your hips stuttering in their rhythm. "Fuck," you gasp, "That's it. Get in there and eat that pussy like the good little bitch you are."
Sinister Mark chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise. "As you wish," he murmurs, before diving in, his tongue delving deep into your cunt. The timing was impeccable, his tongue lapping each time you pulled out.
"Oh fuck!" you cry out, my head falling back as Sinister Mark's skilled mouth works over your sensitive flesh. His tongue swirls and thrusts, licking up your juices like a man starved. You were beyond pleased, only greed eating away at you now.
Behind you, Mark's hand slips under your body, wrapping around Mohawk Mark's weeping cock and stroking him in time with your thrusts. "Feel good?" Sinister Mark asks mockingly. "Getting fucked like the pathetic little whore you are?" Mohawk Mark snarls in response, bucking into S Mark's hand. "Shut the fuck up," he growls. "I'm not the only one getting used here."
Sinister Mark just laughs, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. "You're right," he admits, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in. "I'm getting used too." His tongue circles your clit, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. His satisfied groans echoed as if receiving head himself. You're so close, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
"Fuck fuck fuck," you chant, hips pistoning wildly now as you chase your release. "Gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum!" Mark redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as he plunges two fingers deep inside you. That's all it takes. You groan through your orgasm, determined to still drive them wild. You pull all the way out, sighing as if exhausted before plundering back into his. His spine curved slightly as his fingers clawed into the bedsheets with a strangled groan.
Before you, Mohawk Mark groans, his cock twitching in Sinister Mark's grip as he edges closer to his own climax. "That's it," You coax watching as with a broken moan, his eyelid twitches cumming with a deep growl, his cock pulsing in Mark's hand as he spills his load all over the sheets. "Shit!" he gasps, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. His skin was flushed, unusual sweat beading against his flesh, his hole practically leaking as it gripped your plastic dick, his mohawk astray.
You take a moment to catch your breath before pulling out of Mark's slack hole and turning to face the other Mark. His face is shiny with your juices, and staring up at you expectantly. "Your turn," you purr, reaching out to unbuckle the strap-on and tossing it aside.
Mark's eyebrows raise slightly, but he doesn't argue. He lies back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he spreads his legs invitingly. "Be gentle with me," he teases, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You? Gentle?" You scoff, crawling up the bed towards him. "I don't think so." Your fingers diligently work him out of his slacks, pre-cum already seeping through the layers of fabric. You grinned, he seemed to have caught the memo. Such a condescending prick, yet look at you. Pathetic. It springs up, thick and angry-looking, the tip already oozing. Lifting his legs and pressing his thighs toward his chest—you leave him open, vulnerable, and at your mercy as you settle into place. You waste no time squatting atop thighs and impaling yourself on him, sinking down to the hilt in one smooth motion.
"Fuck... yes!" Mark cries out, his head falling back as he's enveloped in your tight heat. "So fucking good." He groaned, clearly waiting for this moment like it was his dying wish.
You immediately set a rhythm, gyrating as you please. Your hips rise and fall, taking him deep each time as you chase another orgasm. Behind you, Mohawk Mark watches, his spent cock already starting to fill again as he takes in the sight of you riding S Mark.
"That's it," Mark murmurs, his voice low and thick with arousal. "Fuck him like the cock-hungry slut you are." You moan in response, your cunt clamping down around Mark's shaft as if to snap it in half. He hissed, eyelids blinking rapidly as he started to writhe. His grin faltered, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers dug into whatever they could grasp. For once, words failed him. No sharp quip, no smug remark, just a ragged exhale as his body betrayed him, shuddering under a pleasure he wasn’t used to receiving. His chest rose and fell unevenly, eyes blown wide, and for the first time, that wicked smile of his trembled at the corners.
"Want to switch?" S Mark asks breathlessly from below, reading your mind. He clearly didn't intend to anytime soon, eyes losing focus as he could barely function. Mark growls at the taunt, but he doesn't deny it. He moves closer, his hand wrapping around your chin possessively as he pulls you into a filthy kiss. "Oh, I'll give it to her alright," he promises darkly against your lips, nipping the plump flesh. "Gonna fuck her so hard she'll be feeling it for days."
You doubt it.
...
Later that night!
From giving head to being fucked by two cocks at once, you didn't loosen the leash on either of them. Three position changes later you collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, all three of you panting and spent. But even through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you can't help but feel a sense of triumph. You did it - you took control and made them submit to your will. And judging by the satisfied grins on their faces, they didn't hate it one bit. Your body did though. All movements stiffened to hide your muscles practically vibrating.
Overall, the review rating is 10/10.
I always feel the need to add an a/n bc I have so much to say after ts, but I'm actually— speechless.
Tags: Smut, mlw, Male Sub, Teasing, Edging, Hand jobs, aftercare
You and mark hadn't had sex in weeks.
That was perfectly okay with you, in fact you hadn't even realized until he was barging in through the window unannounced, stumbling over himself before falling onto your bed. He was sprawled out on your mattress, dick straining against his pants, he wasted no time and quickly began begging for you to touch him.
"Really Grayson?" you grinned, eyes raking over his large frame, suddenly not as intimidating when he's desperately begging you to let him cum.
"Please-" he whined out, hips bucking upwards against nothing in frustration at the lack of attention.
"I haven't- I haven't came in weeks." He paused, looking away as he spoke again. "You said I wasn't allowed to- do it without you." he managed to mumble out, his face practically red at this point.
"Was not being able to cum for a few weeks really that agonizing for you?" you strode towards him as you spoke, stopping in front of him to run a hand up his thigh, his leg jerking back at the sudden contact.
His head fell back against the mattress and he closed his eyes, anticipating your touch.
Except it never came.
He slowly opened his eyes to see that you had actually gone back to doing something at your desk, leaving him alone on your bed, painfully hard.
Confused, he sat up, calling out your name questionably, as you continued ignoring him, typing away at something on your computer.
Taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor, he got up and walked over to you, awkwardly standing beside you like a lost puppy. Unsure of what to do, he hoped you would eventually notice and take charge, but you didn't.
"I-" he began before you cut him off sharply "Yes?" you asked, not bothering to even glance in his direction. "Please?" he pleaded, frustration growing evident in his tone, assuming you'd understand what he was asking for. You once again took no notice in his cry for attention.
For a moment you're about to give in, thinking you've pushed him too far, but then he's kneeling beneath you, eyes begging you to touch him as you met his gaze.
He was desperate for you.
His arm reached for you, hand grasping at your knee, turning you towards him in your chair, as he rested his cheek on your other knee.
"I'll do anything you want, just please-, please touch me- I need you." he whined, his body ached as he reached his limit, cock twitching against the confines of his jeans.
You grin, something sadistic behind your eyes as your foot raises to press against his crotch.
He's immediately curling into himself, head dipping down, as moans spill out from his mouth, one arm shooting out to grip your ankle as it pushes against him.
Your toes firmly on the bulge in his pants and you've already got him whimpering. "T-Thank you" he manages to say between heavy breaths.
The little relief he did get was quickly overshadowed by your relentless need to tease him, because before he knew it you had pulled your foot away, not bothering to let him finish.
He groaned at the loss of contact, eyes half lidded and clouded with pleasure. Frustrated, he resigned to lie on his back against the cold floor to try ground himself, but then your foot was back, pressing against his length.
You continued, scrolling mindlessly on your phone throughout everything, as he writhed on the floor beneath your foot. Every time he started to calm down you would start to tease him again to keep him hard. You watched him fall apart a bit more each time you pulled away, loving the defeated noises it pulled out of him.
After just a few hours mark was a moaning incoherent mess, tears staining his face, precum soaking through his jeans, he was practically running a fever by human standards.
He kept begging for you to let him cum, slurring his words, chest heaving as the ache in his dick grew absolutely excruciating, not being able to focus on anything else.
He was a mess.
It drove you crazy.
You couldn't hold yourself back anymore and got up from your chair, walking over to your bed and sitting down.
He looked up at you, exhausted, brows furrowed, as he took in shallow breaths.
"Do you wanna cum?" you asked innocently. His eyes light up and he practically jerks himself off the floor as he speaks "Yes- please" stumbling towards you and onto your soft bed.
"Are you gonna be good?" He's shaking with excitement as you speak, quickly stammering out a reply. "Yes, I promise, I'll be good- I'll be so good- please."
He's hardly managing to hold himself upright, as you press a soft hand against his chest, forcing him to lie back against your blankets, resting his weight on his forearms.
You reach down to undo his jeans and his breath hitches in his throat, eyes slamming shut. You smirk, slowly pulling his jeans down just enough to slide his stiff dick out from his boxers. Your slender fingers wrap around his length and his back arches.
"Ah- fuck-" he whines out from the sudden contact. His brows knitted together with a mix of pain and ecstasy, embarrassed he reaches one arm up to lay across his eyes, shielding his face from your view as best he could.
You start to stroke your hand up and down his length, the pads of your fingers delicately sliding across each vein, enjoying the way his cock would twitch against the feeling.
Instinctively, his hips try their best to keep up, attempting to thrust up into each stroke. His other hand gripping the sheets as you slide a soft thumb across his tip, collecting a drop of precum and spreading it down his cock.
"Mmm-" he moaned, struggling against you, his body starts to shy away from your hand, trying to escape the unbearable assault of pleasure on his nerves. You notice and your other hand immediately catches his hip, pinning him down as he twitched .
"Mm-ah- no" he hiccuped "I can't-" he begged, tears streaming down his face, his breath heavy and hot as you continued your brutal pace.
"It's- too much-" more precum flowing out of him as he cried. He raised his foot, placing it on the bed, attempting to get any leverage to break loose from your ruthless grip on him. Your hand followed after him, speeding up it's pace as his whimpers got louder.
He whined, hips stuttering as he came into your hand, you worked him through it as he kept leaking more. It took him an entire minute before he was able to form a full sentence again, and you finally allowed him a break from the relentless teasing.
You brushed a tender hand through his hair as his breathing began to slow, relaxing against your touch. You got up to get a wash cloth to help clean up the mess, you helped him out of his jeans as you wiped him down.
"Oh you don't have to-" he tried to speak before you cut him off, "I want to" was all you said as you smiled down at him. You made him feel so cared for, he couldn't help himself from smiling back, he sat up lips meeting yours in a kiss as you lifted a hand to gently cradle his cheek.
You broke the kiss, standing up to strip down, his face flushing as you laid down beside him adjusting beneath the blankets. When you were both settled in he turned towards you arms snaking around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest.
"I'm so happy that i get to be with you." he spoke, his voice full of genuine love. "Me too, Mark" you said, as he held you softly in his arms, you both slowly drifting to sleep.
It had been months since Mark had brought you to live with him. You were completely alone, this was the norm, he was always gone all day. All you knew about his excursions is that he would be out "dealing" with the remaining protesters, or at least that's all he told you. You didn't like to think about the things he did when he left out that front door.
You woke up without him next to you, staring at the empty space beside you, you let out a sigh, longingly extending a hand out to his side of the bed, placing it on the sheets, reaching out for him. You missed him.
Everyday the only things you would have to distract yourself were the things he brought back with him, he didn't want you leaving the house, and you didn't dare to ever break this rule. Yet you would always catch yourself staring out the big windows that looked out into the beautiful backyard with that big willow in the corner, rose bushes lining the back of the fence, framing the wildflower sprinkled grass. You wanted nothing more than to go out and enjoy the fresh air, but resigned yourself to just looking. It was what he wanted.
He was always bringing home different "presents" from his outings, as if he was coming home from some business trip. If they were to win you over or make you feel better about the way things turned out you never knew. The presents consisted of things usually for his entertainment, new clothes he wanted to see you in, lingerie, even coming home with sex toys once, but occasionally he would get something just for you. Your TV, a little thing mark set up to keep you occupied while he was away. It was mostly to try and prevent you from going stir crazy but you cherished it nonetheless.
You loved that TV, it was your only form of distraction in this fucked up world. You would watch your old favorite shows for hours on repeat, missing how new episodes used to be released, stuck with only 3 seasons, forever. Sometimes even just watching TV made you think about all the things you had lost, the mark you once knew, your family, your friends, they were all gone.
You cried more days than not. Everything just always felt like too much. It was suffocating, the person you longed for, clung to at night, cried to, was a murderer. Yet still, everyday he left, you missed him. You didn't know what do to without him, how to live without him, he made you whole. It made you sick.
He was destructive, brutal even, hitting you when you brought up the idea of being let outside one too many times that day. It always shocked you each time, you never expect it. After the sting of pain starts to set in, you would cry, clinging to him, doing the only thing you knew how to.
Why did you make me do this? he would say, malice lacing his words, as he shakes you off of him, leaving you on the floor to pick up the pieces.
Sitting on the couch, knees to your chest, you hoped that the Mark you used to know was still in there somewhere, begging to be let out, the Mark that looked at you with so much love in his eyes, the Mark who held you gently as you fell asleep, the Mark who never raised a fist towards you.
It made your stomach flutter reminiscing about the way Mark used to be. The one who made you feel like his number one priority in bed, just the thought made you flush all over instinctively. Mindlessly your hand roams down the curve of your hip to fall between your thighs, softly running a finger across your clit as your back curves slightly. Your thighs part slowly as your finger works in gentle circles, teasing, gradually making you come undone, just like how he used to. Your other hand reaching up to cup at your breast, soft moans spilling from your lips as your hips chase the feeling of fingers against your heat.
Lost in your own fantasy, you don't notice the sounds coming from the back door. Unbeknownst to you Mark was now standing just a few feet behind you watching you desperately circle your clit with shaky fingers. Right when he sees that you're getting close, he interrupts.
"What are you doing?" Marks voice sounded from behind you. You froze. Your head turned towards his voice, only to see him standing right behind the couch, looking down at you, your position leaving nothing to the imagination. Your hands quickly move down to your lap, totally unassuming. "Nothing-" you respond, you start to squeeze your legs together when a firm hand grabs at your thigh, holding you in place.
His head leans down to your ear, "Are you seriously touching yourself?" he asks, you feel your face start to heat up, all you can focus on is his warm hand firmly squeezing your thigh.
"Just couldn't wait for me to get back huh?" he spoke, breath hot against your ear, you shiver in response and he starts to lick and bite up your ear lobe, reveling in the way you writhe and shake below him.
"God you're so pathetic"
He reaches an arm over your shoulder and fingers ghost over your clit as he reaches down to your cunt, your breath hitches as he continues, palming the damp spot soaking your panties. "You're already this wet from just a bit of touching?" he laughs, pressing on your entrance over top the thin layer of fabric, your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as you moan against his fingers.
He dips his fingers below the fabric and pushes two fingers into your pussy, pumping in and out, rhythmically curling inside you, occasionally scissoring to stretch you out. He moves a hand to your jaw and forces your lips onto his, your eyes squeeze shut, not giving you a moment to breathe as he forces a tongue inside your mouth. The kiss is aggressive, and sloppy, but when he uses you, it makes your body burn with desire.
You lose yourself, moaning into his mouth, clenching around him, feeling his fingers deep inside your cunt. Curling his knuckle again, your hips roll against his palm, as you starts to squeeze around him, cumming as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, working you through your orgasm till your hips come to a stop. He releases your jaw, lips pulling away from yours as he pulls his fingers from out of you and starts to lick them clean.
You didn't know when you had started crying but dried tears stained your face. You watched as he tasted you on his fingers, drunk with lust.
"How about we head upstairs." This was not a question, it was a demand, it made you dizzy with anticipation, you were feverish, desperate. You swallow, nodding your head, he smirks, leading you upstairs with his hand trailing down the arch of your back.
When you get to the door he pushes you inside slamming the door behind him. He places kisses on your neck, pushing you back onto the bed with ease. You fall back onto your elbows as he grabs your knees pressing them flush against your chest, you could feel his hard dick pressing up against your ass. He rocked his hips against yours, groaning as his dick strained against his tight suit.
He reaches down, ripping away the thin layer of fabric separating him from your tight, dripping heat. "Fuck, you look so delicious." he says licking his lips before leaning down to lap at your cunt, savoring the taste, dipping his tongue inside you. You squirm beneath the assault of pleasure on your nerves, only serving to get you pressed down harder into the mattress, as he continued to lap up the juices that came flowing out of your hole.
Then hes turning his attention to your swollen clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking, your hands gripped the sheets below you as you screamed. "Holy shit- wait- Mark please." you begged, breathing ragged, as tears welled up in your eyes. He ignored your pleas and continued sucking and swiping his tongue across your clit, your head slammed back against the bed as you moaned.
He enjoyed every second that your taste was on his tongue, diving in for more every time. He was relentless, your toes curled as his mouth was latched onto your clit, using the flat of his tongue to flick the underside of your clit, making you come almost immediately. He finished by lapping up the slick dripping out of you from your climax.
"Damn, you taste so good babe." he said as he grinned, he was truly obsessed with you, he wanted to explore every part of you, to own you, completely. You belonged to him, he decided what he did to you, he decided if you felt pleasure, and he definitely had decided tonight.
"You're mine." he said as he leaned over your small figure, pulling his dick out from his skin tight suit, groaning at the slight contact of his fingers. He was aching for the heat of your body, his dick painfully hard as he lined his tip up to your entrance, his eyes shutting as he slammed inside.
He begins a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust to his length as his hips crash into yours, you're crying, begging him to give you a minute, he just keeps thrusting, chasing the feeling of you squeezing him dry. He pauses for a second, pulling all the way out and shoving back in all at one, bruising your cervix.
Your leg weakly reaches up to try and force him out of you, and he grabs it, placing it over his shoulder to fuck you even deeper. Your vision is hazy and your mind threatens to give out when suddenly you're being pulled from your thoughts by a hand gripping your neck.
"You still with me?" he asks through his breathless laughs, his hand constricting around your windpipe, fingers pressing on your artery's . You can't breathe, and hes still forcing his dick deep inside you, fucking your pussy raw. You can't breathe and he's still moaning as your tight cunt clenches around him. You can't breathe and yet you're still cumming, back arching, and insides spasming around his cock as you scream his name.
His thrusts start to stutter as he finishes inside you, groaning as his come pumps inside you. His hand releases your neck as you gasp out for air, practically hyperventilating underneath him, and before you know it he's already getting up, leaving to the bathroom. You lie there, feeling dejected. You hear the shower start.
You stumble off the bed and onto your feet as you make your way into the bathroom. You didn't want him to leave you. You opened the shower curtain and stepped in beside him.
"Woah, hey-" he says genuinely surprised, for a second you see a mix of confusion and shame on his face, which is immediately replaced by a suggestive smirk as he gropes your soft boobs in his hands, pressing his chest up against your back. "I thought you were refusing to shower with me because of what happened last time." He rubs a thumb over your nipple as you shut your eyes, squeezing in a breath.
"I just- missed you." you say, anguish lacing your tone. He moves his hands away from your boobs and towards your waist, hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as the water rains down on you both. "Well there's nothing to miss, I'm right here." he says matter-of-factly. You melt into his touch, loving when you got to experience the parts of him that felt more like him, you believed this is who he was at his core. This was him, gentle, soft, considerate, that was your Mark.
Before you can even think properly he's already grabbing both of your wrists, pinning them above your head in one motion. Then another hand is reaching below your top, groping harshly at your boobs "So soft." You wince, trying to hold back a whimper, when he takes your nipple into his mouth and begins sucking. You lost all composure and began writhing beneath him not being able to hold back the noises that escaped you. Your whimpering making his dick twitch beneath his tight suit.
Then he bit down around you. You screamed out in pain, "What the fuck?" you asked, breath catching in your throat when he glanced up at you.
"Oh that's a nice reaction, i gotta catch you off guard more often."
He hooked a finger onto the hem of your pants and underwear and quickly pulled both of them down. He immediately began swiping his thumb across your clit, you whimpered as your eyes slammed shut, your hips leaning into the touch instinctively, begging him to give you more.
"God, so desperate, do you seriously want my cock already?"
"fuck you" the words were out of your mouth before you even knew what you were saying.
"Well, who am i to say no" he laughed as he hurriedly pulled his aching dick out from his suit, lining his soft tip up to your entrance, and slamming inside. "Fuuucck" was all he managed to moan out as you clenched around him, pulling him closer. "You're hah-" his breath hitched. "You're so fucking tight" he pressed in and out as he continued to play with your clit, loving the way it made you squeeze him even tighter.
"Shit-"
"Yeah- that's it" He whined, his hips crashing into yours, as his dick rearranged your insides. "Just a little more-" you felt him start to twitch inside you, his violent pace staggering as he reached his breaking point "Mmm fucck-" he hissed as he bottomed out and came into your tight hole, pumping you full. His body falling on top of you, breathing labored and lips just barely grazing your ear. Then you could feel his length pressed against your stomach, he was still hard.
"Fuck that was good."
He regains his composure and there's a brief moment of peace, before he's flipping you over, ass up, and lining his dick up to your needy hole, pushing in without warning. "Ah fuck." you moan out between breathes, already sore from the rough treatment. But he still hasn't had enough.
He starts a slow, sensual pace putting extra attention into grinding up against the spot he found that makes you tighten around him and cry. You grab the sheets beneath you trying to pull yourself away from the never ending assault of pleasure. It's not long before he realizes this, grabbing your wrists, pulling them behind you to pin against your back and fucking you face first into the mattress. All your desperate moans just a muffled cry that he pays no attention to.
You feel the familiar pressure building up in your abdomen as he milks his cock with your tight pussy, moaning incoherent praise into your ear "ah yes, so tight, so nice, so good for me- shit-" he can't stop himself from speeding up to an unforgiving pace, slamming into your cervix over and over, pressing you deeper into the mattress, your eyes practically reaching the back of your head as he forces you to come on his dick.
He pulls you up by your hair, forcing your back up against his chest, dick still hard, and impaling you. There's tears streaming down your face, your body slick with sweat, barely able to think straight.
"you know-" he pauses to breath "I think I might just keep you"
He turns you around to face him, still inside you, and lays back against the bed "Ride me."
Your cunt sore and exhausted you start to beg "Please, no more, i really can-" He cuts you off, grabbing your hips, lifting you up, and slamming you right back down onto his length you scream out, a mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming your body. You didn't get to tell him when to stop.
"Sure you cann, just try it, look I'll even help" an uneasy smile creeping onto his face, before you know it he's lifting your ass up again and then letting you fall right back onto his dick, splitting you in half, tears flooding down your cheeks "pl-ease" you begged between thrusts. He examined your face, contorted, covered in tears, a look of desperation painted onto your features, it was perfect.
"Shhh, its okay I got you" He ignored you and continued thrusting up into you, his hips rolling up to meet yours as he lazily planted kisses across your forehead, your abused hole clenching around him. Too worn down to fight back your body gives in as he continues to break you.
"hah see- you're enjoying this just as much as i am" he manages to speak between moans. "You just- can't get enough of me." You have become a mess of whimpers and moans, his thick cock stretching you out after so many rounds "I- I'm seriously gonna die" your voice barely above a whisper. All he did was laugh, the thought of it turning him on even more as he became desperate, roughly squeezing your ass, bouncing you up and down on his dick.
It's not long before he's falling apart beneath you, his hips stuttering into yours, whimpering as your walls squeeze around his length. All it takes is one particularly tight clench around him while he's thrusting into your cervix before hes releasing inside of you. His head falls back against the bed, cum coating your insides as his shaky hips come to a stop. His chest rising and falling rapidly below you, as he slowly opens his eyes.
Sure, things had been a lot different since the Viltrimites took over earth, but after a few years things sort of went back to normal.
Slowly people rebuilt, got the courage to go back to work, tried to go outside and push back the fear of somehow running into a Viltrimite having a bad day.
You had just gotten off work and headed down to the subway, Your legs ached from standing all day, all you wanted to do was lie at home and relax, you boarded the packed train. As you squeezed in between other passengers, you found a spot against the wall to the left of the train cart. With your headphones in you pulled out your phone to distract yourself from the long, uncomfortable journey back home.
You had just began to get some semblance of relaxation when you heard a string of hushed gasps throughout the train, you glanced up, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so you went back to scrolling on your phone.
In the corner of your eye you saw someone pushing past people to your side of the train car. You didn't mind it and just kept scrolling. They continued heading your way until they stopped, directly in front of you.
You glanced in front of you, your heart skipped a beat. A broad muscular chest covered in a black and yellow suit. No you thought to yourself, you squeezed your eyes tight, this isn't happening, this can't be happening. After what felt like a century you finally got the courage to open your eyes again. It wasn't a dream.
For whatever reason you decided to look up, you caught his gaze, a giant smirk plastered on his face.
You never thought you would see him up close again, but it was different this time, this was not the same man who had saved you. After everything he had done there was no way he was the same. He was a killer. That realization made your heart race even faster.
"Miss me babe?" he said snapping you away from your thoughts, you glanced around for help and realized everyone was avoiding looking at the two of you. He placed a firm hand on your jaw and forced you to look at him "Hey, i asked you a question." You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, your eyes darting back to the other passengers.
"what? they're not gonna save you, you, and everyone else here are completely at my mercy, so i suggest you keep me entertained." The hand around your jaw traced fingers across your pulse, your breath hitched, he really was nothing like the man who saved you years ag.
You needed to say something, anything, "sorry." was all you managed to get out. He laughed "god, you humans are pathetic, but that's what i like about you, it's fun." he said in a cocky tone, his smile never wavering.
Placing his forearm above your head, he leaned in and spoke "you still haven't answered my question." He felt your pulse quicken beneath his fingers.
You felt his breath against your ear and shivered, instinctively your head went to pull away he felt you struggle and tightened his grip. Your arm shot up to grasp his wrist, trying to pull it off of you. "Wow trying to run away already? but the fun was just getting started." Your eyes squeezed shut, he was strong, way too strong, even using every last ounce of strength you had, he didn't even have to try.
His other arm started to move and you thought he had finally got bored of you, when you felt it trace down your side and land on your hip. Your eyes shot open at the touch and your face immediately flushed.
"Huh. Didn't think you'd be that sensitive." He teased. This was getting way too weird, you just weren't used to being manhandled that's it, especially not on a crowded train, and especially not by an attractive, crazy superhero.
There's no way you found him attractive right now.
"No, please" was all you managed to squeak out.
"Really?" he asked sarcastically, his grin getting even wider.
"Even when your body is practically begging for it?" His thumb massaging circles into your hip, dangerously close to the hem of your pants.
Just as a finger started to dip below your waist band the train stopped, and so did he.
The doors next to you opened and you let out a sigh of relief, its finally over. "Welp guess this is our stop." He exclaimed with an innocent smile, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you out.
Once you were off the train he immediately lifted you into his arms ignoring your protests and began to fly you both out of the subway and into the sky. You let out a small cry before hiding your face away in his shoulder and clinging to his neck for dear life, your body pressing hard against his firm chest.
"I Didn't know you liked to move this fast" He said gripping your ass. You squeezed him harder in response, just praying he would enjoy toying with you enough not to drop you.
Once you had finally landed you were completely exhausted from stress, you looked around and realized he had brought you to a giant mansion, his giant mansion. He took over earth for this shit.
"here we are sweetheart" he said as he walked past you towards the door, with nowhere else to go you followed him in. It was pretty trashed all around, empty bottles, takeout lying around, as if somehow had been throwing a nonstop party for the past 2 years.
Before you even realized where exactly you were being led you were in his bedroom with the door shutting behind you
"Seriously, you humans amaze me, one second your begging me to stop and the next you're following me to my room." He said, his voice getting deeper, as he strode towards you like a predator ready to eat its next meal.
"You don't want me to stop."
Grabbing your throat he licked a stripe up the side of your neck and pulled away relishing your bewildered and flushed expression.
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