Pairing: Mark Grayson X Reader
Synopsis: You're sad after a breakup and Mark is a munch.
Warnings: MDNI!! Smut with some plot at the beginning.
An: Need more Needy, begging Mark fr. Tried to add a little bit of his perspective, I love a yearning man. Lowkey have not felt like writing lol. Saw theres a few request I'll get to those in the next week or so! Thanks guys! :)
You felt absolutely miserable.
For the third time this month, you found yourself nursing a fruity drink at the local bar, surrounded by sweaty, drunken college kids. Your friends had dragged me here—again—in an attempt to cure the misery brought on by my most recent breakup.
"Just find a cute guy to hook up with. It's the cure to everything," they'd insisted.
It wasn't that you didn't want to meet a cute guy. It was just that you were a hopeless romantic, and everything about the bar atmosphere screamed the exact opposite of romance.
Three hours in, however, you found your standards beginning to slip as you scanned the room in search of someone who was at least halfway decent.
“What exactly are you looking for?” Your friend Amber questioned.
You threw your hands up in defeat. “I dont even know, Amber. Literally anyone who's not an asshole at this point.”
She began to point at a guy on the dance floor before you interjected. “ —- And no frat guys.”
She let out a small laugh. “You gotta give me something more than not an asshole girl. Like what's your type? What gets you going, you know?”
You thought for a moment before taking another sip of my drink. "Someone sweet. Someone kind. Someone who genuinely cares—not the fake kind of caring, but the kind where they wear their heart on their sleeve. Someone who'd bring me flowers just because. Someone affectionate. Someone with actual hobbies and interests instead of being another boring frat dude."
Your heart swelled at the thought of a man who almost certainly didn't exist. "...And if he happened to be tall with dark hair and dark eyes, that'd be a bonus."
Amber pressed her lips into a thin line before sighing. "Even though this probably breaks every imaginary girl-code rule... I think I know the perfect guy for you."
You blinked. "Amber... I can't hook up with your ex-boyfriend," You whispered the last part instinctually as if speaking it into the air would break some balance in the girl-code universe. "Also, I assume he's your ex for a reason. A reason I'd rather not find out firsthand." You crossed my arms and leaned back against the bar.
She shook her head. "He's genuinely one of the sweetest people I've ever met. We just wanted different things. Honestly, he cared too much sometimes, and that wasn't really my style. The breakup was completely amicable."
That actually sounded believable. Amber was easily the bluntest person in our friend group, which constantly led to arguments with William, the other member of our trio, who was currently making out with someone across the room. The two of them insisted the bickering was all in good fun.
You'd heard plenty about Mark over the past few months. According to William, they were close friends. Yet despite all the stories, you'd never actually met him. "He's just busy," William always said. Still, you couldn't help wondering if it had more to do with the supposedly amicable breakup.
Noticing your skepticism, Amber called William over. "William, don't you think Mark and Y/N would make a good couple?"
He excused himself for a moment before walking over.
Stepping in front of you, he eyed you up and down as if analyzing every detail of your person. “How have we never thought of this before?”
Amber shrugged. "She was too busy dating Mr. Asshole."
William nodded. "Fair point." He pulled out his phone. "I'll text Mark and see if he's free next weekend. for a date."
Your eyes widened. "Whoa. Guys, this is moving a little fast." You laughed nervously. "I mean... a date? I thought the plan was just to help me get laid. I'm not even sure I'm ready to date again."
Without looking up from his phone, William replied, “ — Fine, I’ll ask Mark if he can come down next weekend for a hookup.”
The idea of planning a hookup felt strange. It wasn't just something one wrote down on a calander like a business meeting. Wasn't the whole point supposed to be spontaneity? Not that you had much experience with any of this.
Mark was supposed to be here at 8:00; it was currently 7:45, and you were panicking. How could you have let Amber and William talk you into this? You’re just supposed to have sex with some random stranger in your apartment?
He doesn’t live in the area; you couldn’t just kick him out? Or could you?
A million anxious questions raced through your head until a knock sounded at the door.
Ten minutes early. Wonderful.
You scrambled through the pile of clothes on your floor, throwing on a graphic tee that landed on your upper thigh just below your ass, the last-minute embarrassment of the lingerie set Amber had picked out for you becoming too much. “Just one minute!” You squeaked out, taking a deep breath as you collected the bravery to open the door.
You took a deep breath before opening the door.
The first thing you noticed was the enormous bouquet of flowers in his hand.
He wore a black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and somehow William had forgotten to mention just how large he was. His shirt hugged his biceps and chest in all the right places.
Finally, your eyes met his. The eye contact alone made your stomach flutter, the kind of flutter you got when you had a crush. Great. You had a crush on the guy you’re about to hook up with.
He smiled shyly before offering the bouquet. "Sorry I'm early." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I wanted to stop and pick these up for you, and I wasn't sure how long it'd take."
You accepted the flowers carefully, breathing in their scent. Had Amber told him you loved flowers? "Thats okay. Thank you."
You stepped aside. "Come in?"
He walked inside cautiously, clasping his hands together as though he were worried about touching anything without permission.
After filling a drinking glass with water for the bouquet—the closest thing you had to a vase—you turned back toward him. "So.." You rocked back on your heels, not sure where to go from here.
Mark took a mental note of your lack of a vase, drawing the conclusion that your ex boyfrind had never gotten you flowers. He was an asshole from what he had heard.
Mark smiled softly at your awkwardness. He was a little nervous when William said you only wanted to hook up; that wasn’t his typical style, but when William sent a picture of you, he realised he would be stupid to say no. He thought you were beautiful, and he hadn’t had sex in an embarrassingly long time. But standing in front of you now made two things obvious.
One, you were even more beautiful in person.
Two, you had also never done this before.
Mark wasn’t the boldest guy out there – hell, he was never even the boldest guy in a room, but the way your shirt barely covered anything created an ache in his body that hurt. As much as he hurt for you, he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.
Neither of you seemed entirely sure what came next.
Mark offered a small smile. "We don't have to force anything tonight if it doesn't feel right." His voice was gentle. "We could just watch a movie."
You toyed with the hem of your shirt, causing it to rise slightly. "A movie?"
The movement allowed Mark to catch a glimpse of the black lace underneath your T-shirt. His breath hitched, and his pants tightened ever so slightly.
He nodded, taking a gulp. "Yeah." Another shy smile crossed his face."If we end up talking all night instead, I'd still call spending the evening with a beautiful girl a good time."
You couldn't help smiling back. You weren’t used to guys being so nice? Considerate? Not trying to fuck you then and there if you so much as looked at them. “Yeah, that sounds nice."
Mark was surprised at how calm he was being when there was a swarm of butterflies thumping throughout his stomach. You set up some random movie on the T.V. and Mark was currently arranging pillows and blankets on the couch.
He wanted you to be comfortable, of course; comfortable if you happened to find yourself on your back at some point during the night. And he certainly hoped you would, as he admired you from his position on the couch. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted you. He could only imagine your thighs straddling his face as he drank you in. Just the thought almost made him cum in his pants.
Eventually you settled on the couch next to him, your thigh grazing his, causing his entire body to shudder as if taking a picture to capture the moment.
You looked at him and smiled, tilting your head to admire his floppy dark hair. Amber was right; he was sweet and kind with dark hair and eyes.
Testing the waters, you placed a hand delicately on his upper thigh, resting it on the crevice of his hip. He bit his bottom lip, suppressing a moan that threatened to spill from your light touch. What he failed to conceal, though, was the way his hips jutted up at the contact. This caused you to let out a breathy laugh, while filling you with confidence and desire.
His face flushed red. “Um– I’m sorry. I— Uh. You’re just so beautiful.”
You didn't respond verbally, instead you moved your hand foward to rest on the bulge straining in his tight pants.
His mouth curved into an ‘o’, and his hips jutted up again, harder. “Fuck– I can’t believe this is happening right now.” He let out a breathy laugh.
You moved to straddle his bulge, his large, muscular thighs caused your legs to spread wide. The strain caused your shirt to ride up, giving Mark a clear view of the black lace he had caught a glimpse of earlier.
He gripped your hips on both sides, pressing you down into him. The pressure caused him to whine and throw his head back against the couch. “You feel so good.”
You felt heat pool in your lower stomach at the sound he let out. “I’m not even doing anything, Mark.”
“Say that again.” He pressed you into him again, his grip on your hip becoming even tighter.
You admired his eyes, already blown out from the slight physical contact. You had never felt so wanted, so needed. You spoke softly. “Say what again?”
“My name.” He threw his head forward, panting into your shoulder.
You moaned into his ear as he continued to slowly jut into you, a whimpering mess. “Mark, fuck you’re so… so needy.” You searched for a word to describe him.
He pressed his mouth against your neck, unable to quit whimpering or moaning long enough to give you a proper kiss. He finally pulled back, pausing his movements long enough to speak a coherent sentence and look you in the eyes. “Y/N, I need you right now.”
He shook his head. “No, Y/N, I need you. I need to taste you. I need to feel every inch of your body pressed against me, suffocating me, making me yours.”
Your breath hitched at the words leaving his mouth. You had never had a man speak to you with such want before.
You felt a wetness pool below your hips at the thought. Before you could even fully process what your body was feeling, Mark had you hovering above his face, underwear pushed to the side, hands gripping your thighs.
You looked down only to see him staring hungrily at you, waiting for you to sit.
As if waiting for family prayer to be over to eat, except the only thing he was worshiping tonight was you.
You slowly lowered yourself, gasping as you felt his wet tongue touch your clit for the first time, causing you to involuntarily grind against his face.
He moaned in response, causing a hum to travel through your body, adding to the pleasure. You sat up slightly, aware enough even through your bliss to prevent suffocating him.
He protested the removal. “Sweethart, please, no. Sit down.”
“Baby, I promise you won’t hurt me. I need this. It hurts to not have you.”
You clenched at his words, admiring his face. Jaw coated with you as he begged for more.
You lowered yourself once more, allowing yourself to fully enjoy the feeling as he licked circles around your clit. His hands began to explore your body, venturing up to cup your breast, toying with your already hard nipples. You threw your head back in response, rocking your hips further into his mouth, allowing his tongue to enter.
Swaying your body back and forth, you gripped his dark locks, pulling tight to balance yourself. Mark pulled back for a second, the loss of contact causing you to whine in protest; no one had ever made you feel so good.
He smiled lopsidedly with glossy lips from underneath you. “Keep pulling my hair, baby. Please.”
He really knew how to use his manners. You gripped his hair tighter in response, causing him to gasp and pull you deep onto his face, continuing to eat you alive. His nose brushed against you in all the right places, causing you to slowly unwind against him. “Mark, I think I'm going to—”
He cut you off in excitement before you could even finish. “Fuck— yes. Cum all over my face. Please. I need to taste it. To taste you."
As if a magician, his words worked to unwind you all the way. Your body drenched him as he licked up as much as he could, a whimpering mess. Each whimper sending shivers throughout your body.
After riding out your high, you attempted to press off of him before being halted by his strong grip.
He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded, slick still covering his lower face. “No. Stay”
You pondered for a second. “Don’t you want me to…” You trailed off, not confident enough to say the words aloud even after what had just transpired.
He shook his head embarrassingly. “I'm good.”
Confused, you began to open your mouth before turning your head to admire the wet splotch that took the place of his earlier bulge. Looking back at him, his eyes were closed in embarrassment.
“You’re just so beautiful; how could I not?” He peeked through his lids to gauge your reaction, only to see a huge smile plastered across your face.
He turned his head to the side, pretending to watch the movie that was still playing in the background. He murmured under his breath. “Like a minute.”
You gripped his chin, turning him back to face you. “You're so so needy Mark."
He smiled sheepishly. “What can I say, I know what I want. Now please come back up here; I’m still hungry.”
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