may i request shiesty mark smut? i love ur writing and he’s one of the most underrated variants imo, it’s okay if not tho!!
"bark like you want it, bark like you want it baby!"
tags ♤ shiesty!mark, he's mean with you bc of you being a brat, brat kink, p in the v sex, slightly rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of spanking, 3k word count, MDNI 18+
sypnosis ♤ you were unfortunately being a brat, so don't be sorry if you gotta face the consequences
Your head lolls to the side, cheek pressed into the plush bed cushions, You can’t think straight, your mind is a blur of sensation, a white-noise static of pleasure-pain-overstimulation-ecstasy. All you can do is moan and whimper helplessly, your eyes were teary and little red, your nose a little sniffly, you didn’t know when it began, maybe because you, earlier were being such a naughty girl with a naughty attitude, and he had to teach a lesson to you.
More hurling insults hit Mark’s face, and his eyebrow slightly twitched, his mask gripped tightly in his hand, a bit of his ears burning a little red, that wasn’t what he expected coming home to, particularly the day after when he rescued you from your plausible well almost death, is this the thanks he gets? What’s this nonsense of you saying you got it handled from the get go and you didn’t need his help? Did you see what happened out there? He’s your man, you should listen to your man, you belong to him! Yet you are being such a-brat. the word in his head echoed nonstop like a reminder, because usually you’d be so good and obedient, but of course something possessed you, whatever the fuck that was he didn’t even know… then of course, you hit him with the words that made him coil with ire.
“What are you gonna do about it?” you snarled, crossing your arms with your hips pointed to the side, eyeing him down, and you could see his face darken.
You wore the baby blue nightgown that only just touched your thighs, just stopping above your knees but barely, you stood facing him even though he was much taller than you, he gritted his teeth, his black hair usually neat and pulled was now a little messier and disheveled, like he was.
“I'm. Not. Asking. Baby. You gotta get your head straight.” He snarled, looking at you straight on, his eyes dilated and his lips pursed in frustration, he had to tilt his face down just to look at you. You were being so disrespectful, the moment he visited your window after causing much needed destruction and calamity you were being so moody, okay yes maybe he got home later, much later than he expected, but he was out there being a villain, and you knew what you signed up for when you dated a guy like him.
Okay maybe, maybe he could be a bit better… but you were no better either. Next thing he knew yesterday, he found you gone, and now he knew he had to rescue your sorry ass out of a villain warehouse, you had a gun hoisted on your hip, with some bruises and a few corpses near your feet and you stood center, you managed to gun his enemies that so wanted to tear down the invincible name to shreds, a pretty thing like you doesn’t deserve to be in a rusty place looking like that, you fought in heels and a dress too, you were badass but… you needed to stay put and let him handle everything.
“My head is straight, I just wanted to help you take that organization down and I did, just that.” You pointed at his chest with your finger, your lips pursed to a frown. Mark sighed drastically, and his voice boomed. “Okay well I DIDN'T NEED YOUR HELP. I had it handled, what? You just gonna disobey me at any turn now? Risking your life? You're just a human.” Mark growled, he was losing every ounce of sanity dealing with you- why can't you just listen to him like he tells you to, and why you gotta have such an attitude, he had no idea. He was at his end with you!
You weren’t backing down, he knew that, and oh you little minx, his minx.
But it's as if you wanted to stoke the fire even further, and add more oil to fuel so it just burns. “You don't own me, asshole.” You seethed, your brows furrowed in annoyance and the moment you said that, oh it was gone and maybe you shouldn't have said that to a superpowered being who easily can snap you like a twig if he wanted to…
But god maybe you were just frustratedly pent up, and angry, not the usual kind but sexually angry. Then you saw the look change in his eyes as he backed you up further against the wall, and his hand shot beside your head making a deep dent and you did not flinch, his strength should scare you, but you just stared up, a tug making your lips twitch.
You looked up and now you realized what you just had gotten yourself into, your breathing got a little uneven not in fear but in anticipation, and he licked his lips, you saw his nostrils flare, and he leaned near your ear with his hand gripping your jaw tightly so you couldn’t look away even if you had tried to, and his lips pulled into a slight smirk as his eyes drawled over you like prey.
“So I don’t own you huh?”
His mask was somewhere on the floor, usually covering parts of his face, and his suit was discarded near the ground, his hips slotted against yours like he belonged there, with his hand gripping your hips, and your body arched like a cat with the blue baby gown hunched above your hips, your hair was a bit of a mess, and your lips pulled into a thin line, the pace he sets is relentless. It’s not a rhythm of love making, it’s a rhythm of use and control. A steady, pounding, piston-like drive that rocks your entire body forward with each thrust. His hands are tight on your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you open in place for his cock. The wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin are obscenely loud in the quiet room, punctuated by his grunts and your muffled pitiful cries.
“Mmhm- ‘m sorry…!” you babbled out high pitched, your tears soaking the bed as you kept crying out while his hips still snapped against yours, his cock pummeling inside, sliding out only to nestle back in as he groaned, his eyes fluttered shut, his other hand moved to the turfs of his inky black hair smoothing it back, he bit his lip. Did he not hear you? You looked at him or tried to move your face before he just shoved you deeper into the mattress fucking you even harder than before. “Mark… please, ‘s too…” You wailed, your face muffled against the pillows as he pushed you back into the bed with a force, too much… your mind supplies, a weak, distant thought. But your body arches back into him, a traitorous need for more overriding any concept of limit.
His cock slides out almost completely, the head catching at your entrance, before he rams back into the hilt. The stretch is exquisite, a burning fullness that makes you gasp every single time.
“Where was that apology earlier huh? You were being such a fuckin’ bitch.” Mark grunted out, his voice a rough gravel against the shell of your ear. He’s leaned over you, his chest a hot, sweaty weight against your back. “Fuck-look at this pussy stretched all ‘round my cock, and you’re gonna take it ‘s much as I want, you hear me?” His words, dripping with that possessive condescension, send another shiver through you, as he keeps fucking literally deep into your soul, his hand moved to grip your hair, tugging it back, and your eyes darted to his face, and he looked down at you, you looked helpless and needy, of him, your thighs spreaded more wider if that was possible, and he felt it.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah,” he hisses, his hips stuttering for a beat. “Take this fucking cock, slut, hell yeah-” your brain was about to melt out of your head, because he was fucking you SUPER hard, like he was putting everything he had in his thrusts, and it felt so good, you were wrapped around his finger, as he used you to his content, you can’t form words. A broken sob is all you manage, the sound vibrating into the mattress.
He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. One hand leaves your hip and slides up your spine, a possessive stroke, before his palm splays between your shoulder blades, pressing you down further, the angle changes, and the next thrust hits a spot so deep and so perfect that you see stars, and heaven if there was one because he was sending you there.
"Yeah, that's right," he growls, his voice a low, cruel rasp. "Look at you, can't even form a sentence, just lying there taking it like a dog in heat, you talk all that shit-but the second I've got my cock in you, you turn into a fucking mess."
The words hit you like a physical blow, each one a lash across your already raw nerves. His grip on your hips tightens, fingernails digging crescents into your skin as he pounds into you from behind, fucking you into the mattress with a punishing, relentless rhythm, you felt his dick puls out almost entirely, then slams back in, the force of it shoving your body forward, your cheek scraping against the pillowcase. A broken sob escapes your lips half pleasure, half humiliation, and it only makes him laugh more, a dark, satisfied sound.
"Aw, you gonna cry? Gonna fucking cry on my dick?" He leans over your back, his chest pressing against your spine, his mouth hot against your ear. "Go right ahead babe, let it out, let me hear how much you need this, how much you need me." His hand leaves your hip and finds your hair again, yanking your head back until your spine arches, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat, the new angle lets him drive even deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision white out, that makes your legs tremble and your pussy clench around him like a fist.
"There she is," he purrs, more menace than affection. "There's my good little bitch, you feel that? Feel how deep I am? You think anyone else could fuck you like this? Could make you feel this fucking full?" His thrusts slow, becoming deep, grinding, deliberate. Each one rolls through you, a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. "No. You don't. Because no one knows your body like I do, no one knows how to break you open and put you back together like I do, you hear me?"
His hand slides from your hair to your throat, not choking, just resting there, a reminder of who's in control, then his other hand snakes beneath your body, fingers finding your clit, slick and swollen, and he rubs tight, merciless circles in time with his thrusts, you're already close so close it's unbearable but he knows it. He can feel it in the way your walls flutter around him, in the way your breath hitches and your moans turn into high, desperate whines.
"You gonna come again?" he asks, his voice a venomous whisper. "Gonna come on my cock like the desperate little slut you are? Gonna prove to me that everything you said was a lie? That you're mine?" you nod frantically, more tears streaming down your cheeks, words useless in your throat. You're beyond speech, beyond thought just sensation, just him, just the overwhelming need to let go.
"Then do it," he commands, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "Come for me now baby, milk this cock." and you do, the orgasm rips through you violent and consuming. Your body convulses, your cry and you just shoved your face deeper in the sheets muffled by the pillow as waves of pleasure crash through every nerve, every muscle clenching and releasing around his cock. He fucks you through it, driving deeper, prolonging every second until you're left trembling, gasping, utterly wrecked, he keeps thrusting, keeps grinding, keeps working your oversensitive pussy until you're sobbing from the overload, trying to squirm away, but his grip on your hip and throat holds you firmly in place.
"Nuh-uh," he chides, mockingly gentle. "We're not done yet. You owe me for all that attitude. All that backtalk, I’m takin’ what’s mine, this pussy’s mine." He pulls out just enough to flip you onto your back, your legs falling open automatically, still shaking. He positions himself between them, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, slick with your combined arousal, and well you were spent but he wasn’t, unfortunately viltrumite stamina runs high combined with well… his anger and pent up irritation that you caused wasn’t a good combination.
A sharp, high-pitched cry tears from your throat, unbidden.
“There it is,” he purrs, his voice laced with triumph. He focuses on that angle, his cock driving into that sweet spot with unerring accuracy. “Scream for me baby, jus’ like that. ” your little sounds making him even more erect if possible.
The command breaks through your muffled attempts. Your whimpers turn into open-mouthed moans, loud and shameless. “Mark! right there, please, right there ah!” You let it all out like a pornstar, some of his pre-cum mixed with your juices just slid out of your pussy lips to the bedsheets, and he chuckled in amusement, his hand kneading the globes of your ass and just smacks it, before he goes all in, his thick tip slowly slid out near your folds with a wet sound before slamming back in, and you let out a mewl.
He rewards you with a series of shorter, harder thrusts, each one punching the air from your lungs, you felt his balls slap against your oversensitive clit, the dual sensation a maddening overload, you’re hurtling toward another high, your nerves screaming, your muscles coiling tight, and your eyes rolled back to your head.
“You gonna come again?” he rasps, his breath hot on your neck. “You gonna come on my cock like my good slut? Do it. Show me, show me how much you love this dick, yeah, like that.” Mark gritted out, a sweat beading off his head as he looked down at you, you looked fucked out of your mind and in bliss. His pace doesn't falter if anything, it turns more punishing, more deliberate. Each thrust drives him deeper, grinding against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur at the edges. Sweat drips from his brow onto your collarbone, hot and salty. His fingers dig into your hips, bruising, anchoring you in place as he fucks into your pussy with a desperation that borders on feral, you were gonna be sore for days.
The orgasm crashes over you not as a wave, but as a sudden, violent rupture. Your vision tunnels, your back bows, and a scream is ripped from you, raw and ragged. Your cunt convulses around him, a series of frantic, fluttering pulses wrapped on his length. You feel his thrusts become jagged, uneven, your pussy clenches around him so tightly, he could feel you milking him for all he’s worth.
“Yes,” Mark groaned, his control fraying. “Oh fucking yeah, oh god, yes.” his eyes slightly rolled back in his skulls, as his hips continue snapping against you
He doesn’t stop. He fucks you straight through the peak, the overstimulation a sharp, bright pain that bleeds seamlessly back into toe-curling pleasure and you’re sobbing now, tears soaking the sheets beneath your cheek, your body shaking uncontrollably. He’s a force of nature above you, in you, relentless and all-consuming.
“Goddamn, squeezing me so-” Mark groaned, as his hips gave one final thrust, his head tilted back as his hands just kneaded your flesh.
Finally, with a guttural roar that seems to come from the very core of him, he stills, burying himself to the root, you feel the hot, thick pulse of his release deep inside you, filling you all the way up, Mark hissed through his teeth, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a guttural groan. His hips pump lazily through the aftershocks, emptying every last drop, before he stills, breath hot and heavy on the back of your neck, then you felt him grinds his hips in slow, deep circles, coating your walls, making sure every last drop stays inside, before you felt his cock slide out, just the tip before sliding back in with a wet plap! "Not done baby, ‘m gonna milk this pussy all day, all night, everyday, even if you pass out, because you belong to me, only to me.” His lips possessively murmured near your ear, and you whimpered as his hips started back up again, the bed creaking still mixed with the wet sounds of his cock pummeling inside, and his loud grunts, and your cries or rather pleas went deaf on his ears.
More hours passed, and he indeed fucked you until you passed out in his cum and legs spread on the bed with your arm covering your tear streaked face, love bites littered your neck, along with the fat flesh of your boobs, your nipples also a little pink and red, and sore because of his lips of course, your asscheeks were flushed red with the amount of slaps he impeded on you, and oh you felt like you were folded like a laundry mat, and thoroughly because you could not move, he even finished his cock off, thick ropes of his warm cum on your stomach, and even on your face. He gave you plenty better aftercare afterwards, because well he did love you and although he used you like a toy, you are his girl! although he did fuck you more the next day perhaps upside down and in many... many positions he wanted you, or put you in because well Mark can hold grudges, and was it really his fault that you were being such a brat and now...
perhaps now you learned your lesson and won't bite back at him next time.