Summary: Working alongside the one and only Special Agent Marcus Pike is both a pleasure and misery; pleasure because he is a beautiful man with a sweet personality that you’ve grown to love unconditionally, misery because you can never admit that you have a crush on him and can only yearn for him in secret, however one question from the man himself sets off the first tumbling domino in your life and everything changes - for the better.
WC: 6k
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to Lovers. Mutual Pining. Anxiety. Self Consciousness. Nudity. Boudoir Shoot. Performing sex acts in front of a camera. Smut. Oral (F receiving). Dry Humping. Nipple Play. A little fade to black sex. Unprotected PIV. Fluff.
AN: Oh, Naomi it has been an absolute pleasure writing this story together, thank you so much for including me! Hope you enjoy our work my lovelies ❤️.
“Do you think I’m incapable of being loved?”
A roar of thunder rattles your apartment as Marcus asks you this. You’re unsure if the shiver you feel is from the sudden loud explosion of sound, or from the audacity this man has to ask you such a question. The calm white noise of rain fills the audible void as he waits for your answer. His body speaks to patience, but his eyes, shrouded in darkness, scream for reassurance.
Why did he have to ask you? Of all people, why did he have to ask his friend who harbours a silent crush on him and is hell bent to never speak of it? Of course he’s capable of being loved! You love him! Not that you’ll ever tell him. How could you? He came to you a broken hearted man. His fiancée of mere hours had called off the engagement. He was hurt and you were his landing spot. You became fast friends with you comforting him after their break up and he had told you time and time again that he was ‘so glad to have had a friend like you!’ Looking at Marcus, seeing everything you’ve come to love over the years you’ve been working together, you have to ask. “What makes you think that?”
You know it’s an open invitation for him to go on about his exes. It’s hardly healthy, but it’s better than him bottling everything up, but as per usual, you listen as he rambles and even tears up a little. The void fills with anguish and sorrow before emptying out again. What’s different this time is now you have questions. Sure, you’ve questioned him before on his mental health and motives to determine if he has the right ideas. These however have nothing to do with dating this time. “Marcus, have you ever thought of doing a boudoir shoot?”
“W-what is that?” The cute little tilt of his head and slightly concerned face make you all the more excited to share your idea with him.
“A boudoir photoshoot is a personal shoot you put together with a trusted photographer to help boost your confidence and give a little love to yourself,” You explain, watching his face shift with intrigue. “So what do you do? Dress fancy? Costumes?” He asks.
“You can, or you can wear nothing.” You snicker at the blush that blazes across Marcus’ face. The man may be a connoisseur of fine art for the FBI, surrounded by statues and paintings of nude men and women, but you don’t think he’s ever thought of people taking nude photos personally. Nevertheless, you carry on explaining how women like these shoots because they feel sexy and can then see themselves in an alluring light, therefore expressing that you want him to have the same opportunity as well. While the colour on his face never seems to fade, the more you talk about it, the more Marcus seems up for it.
“If you’d like, I can set up an appointment with a company for your birthday. That way it won’t seem weird for you to take the day off?” Marcus doesn’t answer right away and you begin to worry that this might be too much for him. Perhaps this was a mistake. Why would Marcus be into this? He’d probably prefer a museum trip or something.
“Why don’t you do the shoot?” His question takes you by surprise just as you reach for water to calm yourself. This is worse than the one that started this conversation! And why would he want you? You dabble in photography. You’re not a professional. “Marcus-” You begin, but he cuts you off.
“Before you tell me no, hear me out! No you’re not a professional, but you said I do this with a trusted photographer. Who could I trust more than you?” That makes sense. Marcus can see it in your face that you want to argue but you can’t. He knows you can’t. You two have been as thick as thieves since he arrived in D.C. and it’s something he adores you for. You’ve never judged him. You’ve never dismissed him or his feelings. Hell, he hasn't even dated since he got here. Far too occupied in doing his job and hanging out with you, he’s been hoping that you’ll notice this. That all his spare time is yours. Marcus has been slowly falling in love with you since day one and he couldn’t be happier for his affections to be tied to yours. If this photoshoot is his way to get you to really see him, then he’s all for it.
After some time thinking about it, you relent and agree to be his photographer. Marcus insists on buying anything you need for the shoot as a form of payment, but when you ask what kind of photos he wants taken, you nearly choke on the water you have once again tried to consume. “I want to recreate paintings and sculptures, like the David and the Venus of Urbino.”
He can’t be serious. He actually wants to pose nude - in front of you! Your brain nearly short circuits at the thought. It can’t actually be the nudity he’s drawn to, right? It’s the era. It must be. It has to be. You’re going to be soaked by the end of this if it isn’t. “Fully nude or… partially covered?” You mumble in an effort to wave off your blush.
“Full nudity.” Marcus nods, his tone serious. “I want it to look almost exact. I’m not as good looking as David is after all.” He chuckles at his lame self deprecating art joke while you contemplate what you could’ve done to deserve divine punishment. You were going to see more of the man you love than you ever thought you would and you can’t even have him.
Some deity somewhere must be laughing at you.
In the weeks leading up to Marcus’ birthday, you both secure the day and a couple after to truly celebrate. At the moment, you didn't think too much about it. After all, Marcus is still your best friend, however word of this boudoir shoot begins to circle the office, causing many to feel the need to ask if you two have finally started dating. The use of ‘finally’ being tossed around here and there leaves you confused, but you ignore it. You’re much too concerned with the growing anxiety of actually doing the shoot to focus on the office chatter right now.
Of course, Marcus has been the sweetest man alive. Making sure you have everything you need to function as a true professional. He’s even been setting up the guest room in his house for you to stay the weekend. How sweet of him. A friendly gesture yet your mind rushes elsewhere, thinking about staying the weekend in the man's house after doing a rather intimate photoshoot.
What could possibly go wrong? You think to yourself. Oh, that's right. Your raging hormones could lead you to ruining your friendship. You've thought about backing out. You know you can't though. If you did, it'd just be another blow to Marcus' self esteem. Terrified or not, you don't have the heart to do that to such a sweet person. You're just going to have to hang in there and hope it all doesn't blow up.
Tomorrow you will celebrate his birthday, but today is the day you spend one anxious morning preparing yourself before driving to Marcus’ house. A drive you’ve done a thousand times before when hanging out with him, however today is different because you know you’re going to see him nude.
Midway through your panic, you got a surprise phone call from the man himself. You didn’t expect him to call, but found yourself smiling at your phone screen lighting up with his name and little avatar that you created for him. Picking it up and swiping the green bar along, you bring the phone to your ear and greet him - acting like everything is okay. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey.” He says softly, his voice like sweet honey. “I’m just heading home. I grabbed some last minute essentials and I’m going to make sure everything is in order for when you get here.”
“O-okay, sounds good.” You speak enthusiastically, hoping that the slight tremble in your voice isn’t giving away how nervous you truly feel. “I’ll see you in a little while, just going to take a quick shower and gather my things then I’ll leave.”
“Ok. See you soon.” Marcus replies, thankfully oblivious to your panic, before you return the goodbye and hang up the phone. He didn’t pick up on your anxious state. You wish that you weren’t nervous and you truly believe that you wouldn’t feel that way if you didn’t have a crush on him. He’s counting on you to be the supportive friend that you always are, only this time is different because you’re already heating up and squeezing your legs together just thinking about seeing him nude.
Thinking about a shower, about how you need it to wash away your fluster, you make your way to the bathroom, shaking off your clothes hastily along the way. Once the water runs hot and you stand under the steady spray of water, your worries seem to ease off a little, as if they swirled their way down the drain. Only if it were that simple and easy!
After climbing out of the shower and getting dressed, you grab your packed bag and car keys, and the worries worm their way back in. You’re mostly worried that Marcus is going to see through your emotional wall and the cat will be out of the bag. Him posing nude in front of a camera will shine a light on your feelings for him and you are worried of what the outcome of that will be.
Will he still be your friend? Or will it only make things too awkward between you and him?
Dragging out your car ride as long as you could, you arrive at Marcus’ house and take a deep breath. All worries aside, you are actually looking forward to the photoshoot and spending time with your friend. The confidence that it will give Marcus is going to be great and you’re certain that the man will finally start to see his own self worth when the images are done. Who knows, maybe it might actually be fun? If Marcus remains oblivious like he has done since your crush started to blossom, then you both will actually enjoy yourselves.
You step out of the car with that hope in mind and grab your bag from the backseat to make your way over to his front door, knocking twice. And that hope disappeared when you saw Marcus’ face. Why are you so handsome? You ask yourself, instantly mirroring his smile as he greets you. “Hey, come on in. I have everything ready for us.” You enter his home like you have done a thousand times, but with anxiety hanging above your head.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” Marcus asks, sensing a nervous energy around your silence. You’re only nervous because the temptation to confess is too much; taking with it your anxiety of embarrassment. “Yes.” You say convincingly. “I’m okay with this so long as you are too.”
“Okay.” Marcus breathes. Shoulders relaxing with a smile appearing on his lips, he strolls over to his sofa to check over the silk sheets that he draped over in an effort to make it look similar to the painting. The two of you have amassed a rather large roster of potential paintings and statues to recreate. The perks to being art majors. In an effort to keep you moving through them all, you have a couple of sets around Marcus' living room that allow you to roll from one shot to another with minimal breaks. It's an impressive set up for an amateur. You're still proud of it though.
Feeling satisfied that everything looks ready, the man closes his eyes, takes in a breath before untying his robe and letting it fall to the floor around his feet. He lies down on the sofa to pose as the Venus of Urbino painting from 1534. Your eyes are hidden by the camera, so your reaction to seeing him naked for the first time is a mystery to him, but he hopes that you like what you see.
The two of you had agreed to recreate the Venus of Urbino first rather than the David because it felt like a solid midpoint in exposure and a good starting point. Should Marcus feel too exposed then you can dial it back. The position is slightly concealing as he drapes his right hand over his crotch, covering some of his manhood, however something was a little off as you compared him to the painting that you had up on your phone. “Your legs.” You mumble before moving your face away from the camera. “Right leg straight, your left leg bent at the knee and your calf tucked under.”
Using the camera to shield your face again, you risk falling into a trance as you watch the man reposition himself. Marcus is both heaven and hell to gaze upon. He is an absolute beauty beyond comparison, but you can’t admire him how you really want to. Even behind the camera, you fight with yourself not to stare at his most private area.
“Is this better?” He asks for your reassurance to which you lift a hand and give him a thumbs up. Snapping two photos and then checking them over before continuing, you notice that the lighting wasn’t quite right either. “Hang on, I think it’s too bright.” You say, stepping away from the camera and adjusting the studio light behind you.
Marcus, however, stupidly lowers his gaze to your behind, his eyes locking onto the perfect roundarture of your ass. It was a second at most, but he felt the blood rush somewhere that he didn’t want it to at that moment. Focusing his mind on something else while you dimmed the lights a little, unintentionally making the setting a little more romantic, you turn back to the camera and snap one shot before reporting that the lighting was better now. You were being professional and an apropriate friend, while he was thinking about sexual things.
With the image of the painting in his mind, he tilts his head towards the arm of the sofa and looks at the camera as if he was looking directly in your eyes. Marcus thinks he must have done something good as you hum and click excessively, taking lots of pictures. It took him a moment to realize that he was smiling. You were capturing that. Thinking about looking into your eyes and not into the barrel of the lens made the man relax in the purest form. He hopes you’re relaxed too, even though you’ve said you’re comfortable with this, he still has that niggle of doubt eating away at his mind.
Relaxing doesn’t even cut it close to how you feel right now. You are far from relaxed. Squeezing your thighs together when Marcus looked in your eyes. He was looking at the lens, not actually looking in your eyes, but it didn’t matter much because the feeling it sparked in your nether regions made your heart skip a beat. His eyes are like pools of dark chocolate, deep with lust and desire. That’s just a pose though. For the camera, not you. However as you kept snapping the shots, you absentmindedly lick your lips when your gaze lowers to his chest. You’ve always admired how broad he is, but seeing him nude and bare like this sends waves of arousal to your core.
You’ve dreamt of gliding your nimble fingers along the expanse of his chest, quivered at the thought of holding onto his shoulders as you kissed him on the lips. Just imagining his perfect lips, full and pouty, kissing you back sends a ripple of goose bumps across your lower abdomen. The man is posing for a photoshoot to gather the confidence he lost from the split with Teresa and here you are drooling over him!
Maybe a break would help. Marcus bought some wine and you could definitely use a glass right now. “Want a glass of red?” You ask as you step away briefly. Heading into the kitchen as he calls out ‘yes’, you retrieve two glasses from the cupboard and bring them back to the lounge. Marcus sits up, the silks sheets drape over his lap to hide himself but your arousal didn't waver. You still want to kiss him. You always want to kiss him, but that means confessing. Handing the glass over with that thought, you try to not let your emotions show through with a smile. “The photos are really good, Marcus. Would you like to see?”
“I don’t know.” He laughs, nervously running a hand over his neck. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see myself just yet.”
Can’t you see how beautiful you are Marcus? Nodding to him with understanding, what you understood is that his confidence still isn’t where it should be, and simply thinking that the man doesn’t see the beauty in himself is angering. “C’mon stand up.” You order, finding a sudden surge of confidence in yourself and acting like you were in charge. “Let's try and capture you doing the pose David does.” Walking over to the corner of the room where Marcus had set up a blank sheet, you wait for him to follow and ask that he bring his glass of wine too. “You can use it as a prop.”
Standing up and still using the silk sheets to cover himself, he walks over to stand in front of you, waiting for your next order. You look him in the eye, smiling warmly before putting your hands on his shoulders and moving him into place while asking. “Do you want to keep the sheet or pose fully nude?”
Marcus did originally, but now he isn’t too sure. Your proximity awakens something and your touch weakens his ability to keep his composure. You’re so beautiful and all he wants right now is to tell you that and kiss your lips, but he can’t. You’re just his friend and he doesn’t want to lose you by making things awkward.
“Keep looking at me.” You say reassuringly upon sensing his hesitancy. “You remember how the statue of David looks, don’t you? Relax, take the same pose and then I will drop the sheet, okay?”
“O-okay,” Marcus stutters. You're so close to him. Too close, and you’re taking the sheet from his hands. He can feel some part of his body begin to stiffen and before he could even think of a way to get out of this before he embarrasses himself, you drop the sheet. The man didn’t even have to look to know that he had a growing erection, he could feel it growing.
“You’re tensing your shoulders. Stay nice and relaxed.” She hasn’t noticed?! Your soft whispering was soothing his ears, but alarming his mind. You haven’t noticed yet but you’re going to freak out when you step back and see. You’ve been respectful thus far, not looking at the most private part of his body, but when you step back to grab the camera, you’re going to see how disrespectful he is.
“Just relax, Marcus. It’s okay.” You reassure again, turning around swiftly to grab the camera, and with your back now turned to the man, he chances a quick look down to assess how bad the situation really is. Eyes widening with shock, Marcus cringes over how hard he actually is. Stiff as a rock and red angry at the tip, he had a raging-uncontrollable boner, one that can only be fixed if he relieves himself, or if you… No, stop! She’s your friend! Marcus chides himself for even thinking about you relieving him and bends down, placing the glass of wine on the floor and grabbing the sheet to cover himself, but to his absolute surprise, your voice penetrates his panicked state with yet another reassurance. “It’s okay, Marcus.” Actually, you giggle, the sound was giddy and innocent to his ears.
Looking up and meeting your gaze, he felt a warmth spread across his chest and a pulse in his member. Your eyes, Jesus your beautiful eyes were bright, shining just pure lust and desire, and your cheeks were rosy red in color, as if they were flushed with arousal and your lips, oh wow your lips rolling together in an effort to stop you for licking them rendered the man weak in the knees and he swears your legs squeeze together, especially when your eyes dart down to his hands held over his crotch, which were doing a terrible job at hiding his erection, but you already knew about it. Marcus can tell. “It’s okay.” You say again, confirming his thoughts while looking in his eyes now, yet still trying to hide how seeing his erection really made you feel. “I’m really flattered Marcus and don’t feel bad about it. I promise that it’s okay.”
She’s flattered?… Marcus breathes a heavy sigh of relief, his chest expanding with pride as he stands tall and completely forgets about the sheet to cover himself. Leaving everything on show for you to see, the man breathes another heavy sigh of relief while watching you lower your gaze just slightly and smile. A blushing smile. Subconsciously, you lick your bottom lip as your thoughts take a turn. Marcus could tell that your mind went elsewhere, somewhere intimate and sexual, and that made him all the more confident to say what he has been yearning to say all along. “You’re beautiful Y/N and I’m really attracted to you.”
Watching your face drop stabs Marcus in the gut. Shit. Was that a mistake? He worries, instantly cringing with doubtful thoughts. Maybe she just likes what she sees when I am naked. The man feeds those doubts even more, but the corners of your mouth turn upwards into another smile. "Do you really mean that?" You ask, and Marcus nods rather cautiously. He doesn't want to scare you off, doesn’t want to overwhelm you and come on too strong, but you stride across the floor quickly. Landing your face into his chest with an audible thump as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Oh Marcus.” You breathe happily, but shake your head with disbelief. “I thought you’d never say that.”
“Oh fuck-” He chokes, instantly grabbing your hips to steady you as his erection was poking into your stomach. “You didn’t? Y/N, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, and I’ve been attracted to you for a long time.” Pulling back to look down into your eyes, Marcus cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he smiles. The way your eyes close slowly and your breath blows out onto his palm screams relief to the man. You smile too, tilting your head into his hand and reopen your eyes to say, “I’ve been attracted to you for a long time now too, but I was too afraid that if you didn’t feel the same way, then I’d lose you.”
You witness his face soften and his shoulders slump as he breathes. “I felt the same way too. Losing you would be a lot worse than rejection.”
Dropping one of your hands to his chest, his heart was beating erratically under your palm as you lean up on the tips of your toes to close the gap. Eyes closing as he puckers his lips, Marcus tilts his head to one side and practically pulls you in. Your lips connect with a spark of desire coursing through your body, eliciting a moan to bubble up from your throat before running your tongue over his bottom lip as a request for entry. Which he answers by slipping his tongue in your mouth first with a deeply satisfying groan, therefore causing you to moan once again. If things weren’t already sexually heated before, then they certainly were now as you carefully began to walk backwards, leading Marcus to the sofa.
A warm shiver tingles across your back as his gentle fingers slip under your shirt, yet he waits before going any further. Breaking the kiss momentarily, you pull your shirt over your head and kiss him again while he carefully lowers you down to the plush surface of the sofa. A slow hand maps the side of your body at a delicate pace, but the way he breathes into your mouth screams to the desperation of his need. Marcus needs to touch you, needs to pleasure you, but he wants to take his time and savor every passing moment with you under his touch. Starting with fondling your breast over your bra, he grabs gentle handfuls while grinding his hips into your core. You meet halfway by bucking your hips upwards off the sofa.
Your shifting movements beneath him draw his attention away from your breasts and he looks down to see you removing your pants. You apologize shyly, your cheeks blushing for being desperate to feel his grinding movements more directly. “Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” he reassures you with a smile. Hooking your leg over his hip after helping you remove your pants, he holds an arm across the sofa above your head and takes pleasure in watching your face contort in bliss as he rolls his hips forward again. This time his cock pushing into the damp fabric of your panties, providing you the exact contact you were seeking over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Marcus is a pleaser, and he takes great pride in pleasing you exactly how you like it.
While you whimper beneath him, he works on the hooks of your bra. Soon after he unclips them, the man admires your breasts bouncing up and down from his movements before ducking down and taking your pert nipple into his mouth with a grunt. His eyes roll shut from the sweet taste of your skin on his tongue. Your moans from above are delectable to his ears. After releasing your nipple with a soft pop, he moves over to provide the same treatment to your other breast, watching you with attentive eyes. Your eyes have fallen shut with focus, your chest rising and falling deeply with what he knows is your growing orgasm. Your soft whimpers tell him as much, and if there is one absolute rule that the man knows, it’s that when you moan to him ‘please don’t stop’, he does not stop.
Marcus continues doing exactly what he is doing. Sucking your nipples softly and occasionally rolling the bud between his teeth while grinding into your clothed cunt. Your underwear is soaking now and he can feel you clenching around nothing through the fabric with each roll of his hips. He’d be damned if he is going to fuck this moment up of watching you cum from this contact alone. Jesus! If you’re falling apart for him just like this, imagine what you’re going to be like when he is inside of you. That thought alone made his cock twitch with a shuddering inhale of breath. He too was building an orgasm, and he too was close to coming with you.
“Marcus.” His name slips through your lips breathlessly, and he quickly releases your nipple to kiss you. Swallowing your moans as your legs clamp around his back, he groans too as his oragsm reaches its peak. You feel his warmth spilling out onto your underwear and that alone pushes you over the edge. Mewling into his mouth with your climax, a blanket of white static erupting behind your eyes while he continues to roll his hips into your core, prolonging your blissful high. Forehead flushed with sweat and heart hammering in your chest, your body shakes with aftershocks of pleasure and Marcus slows his movements down, but his breathing still comes hot and heavy.
Breaking the kiss to look you in the eye, your beautiful eyes that were blown wide with lust and post-coital bliss, an endearing smile spread across his face with an intense amount of love and adoration for you. “I want to say I love you right now, Y/N.” Marcus admits with hesitancy. He’s hesitant to say it so soon, even after the intimate moment you have just shared together on the sofa, the man still doesn't feel as confident as he should be.
You tilt your head, hoping that one simple question would banish any and all doubts still left in his mind. “If I felt the same way, what would you do after?” Marcus didn’t understand your reasoning for the question, but he answers nonetheless. “Take you to bed and make love to you. Properly and all night long up until sunrise.”
“Well then, take me to bed Marcus.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips once. “Because I love you too.”
One year later
After recovering from your third fit of giggles, you ask Marcus once more if he was ready, to which he nods and answers with the same reply. “Yes baby, I’m ready.” Only this time he was serious as he peers up into your eyes with a warm smile on his lips.
Today marks the one year anniversary of that day in his apartment where you shot his boudoir shoot for his birthday, where you both professed your love to each other, and what better way to celebrate the year of love and adoration that you have for one another by doing another boudoir shoot, but this time the both of you’re also posing in front of the camera fully nude. Marcus is on his knees, his face mere inches away from your heat as he was supposed to look away, just like the sculpture does, but the man kept deliberately ticking the insides of your thighs with his beard, causing your three rounds of giggles, however now that he had his fill of teasing you, he was ready to pose just how Gustav Vigeland sculpted his artwork to be. With your knees bent slightly, his hands lay on your calves, as if hugging your legs while you looked down at him, your hands placed on his head.
Upgrading your camera since last year, Marcus has a remote in his hands easily hidden behind your legs so as to not ruin the shot, but all he has to do is hit a button that captures the image you’re both trying to recreate, the sculpture by Gustav known as ‘Male and Female, Adoration’. Marcus wanted to recreate this one because he adores you. His subtle kisses to your thigh say as much, making you smile and hum from above with closed eyes. It makes you wonder what the sculpture Gustav was trying to convey. It’s a beautiful pose, an intimate and vulnerable moment between two lovers, but Marcus took it upon himself to enact his perception of the sculpture. As you wait for Marcus to take the photo you feel a warm and wet sensation to your clit, eliciting you to gasp and open your eyes. “Marcus!”
Gripping the back of your legs tightly so you don’t fall, he looks up at you with wanton eyes and continues with his actions. Delving his tongue into your folds, he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks softly, making you toss your head back and mewl his name. Fully aware that he intends to make you cum like this in front of the camera, you felt him clicking the button on the remote and it made you feel even more aroused. Marcus wanted to capture this moment, a memory in picture form of when he made you cum on his tongue, whimpering his name from up above. Painting your very own pornographic image together, your legs shake with your peak and Marcus only hums, the vibrations sending sparks through your body. You were on fire. Ears, neck and chest flushed hot with desire, you breathed heavily and looked down to Marcus with pleading eyes. “T-too much.”
Your deft fingers thread through the curls of his hair, looking down at him with a smile on your face, you bite your lip when watching him lick his. The sight was truly immodest. The man was licking the remnants of your spend off his lips, holding your gaze while he did so. Heart picking up again when he parts your legs, you look down to see his cock hard and glistening. He came too. It was drooling down the side, coating his balls and leaving a little mess on his stomach. Bending at the knees, you lowered yourself and inserted the tip of him at your entrance, then Marcus hooked his arms under your legs and held your weight before slowly pushing his hips forward. The first stretch was most pleasant, making you and Marcus open your mouth with a breathless moan. “Fuck.” He breathes heavily.
Twitching in tandem with your pulsing walls, Marcus was satisfied that you were adjusted and pulled back to slowly roll his hips into you again, burying himself to the hilt. Over and over again, he repeated this action accompanied with a slow grind each time he thrusts forward, providing your clit some attention from the hairs on his mound. You made the most prettiest sounds, small and soft, directly into his ear, making the man’s eyes roll into the back of his head with a shudder running through his body.
Feeling the burn building once again, your skin stuck to his and you wiped away the sweat gathering on his forehead followed by a kiss on his beautiful pouty lips. You then swallow his moans when deliberately clenching, your warmth tightening around the base of his cock to draw out the dirtiest sounding grunts he can produce. A sound that’s like music to your ears. “Y/N.” Shaking his head, he opens his eyes to look at you and moans desperately. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Then do it.” You whisper, holding onto his shoulders for leverage. “Cum inside of me, Marcus. I want you to.” His pace never faltered, never sped up or slowed down. Marcus kept with the same rhythm, groaning deeply while trying to keep his eyes open to look at you with a bead of sweat rolling down his temple and you praised his actions. “Just like that, baby. Nearly there Marc- Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”
Burying himself deep and holding you against him with two gripping hands placed to your ass, both you and Marcus orgasm at the same time. Your cunt clenched around him hard, then pulses when feeling his seed coat your walls, the sensations prolonging his climax and drawing out every last drop that he can provide. And boy can Marcus provide. It was dripping down his thigh, a mixture of ejaculate from you and him oozing out of you. Yet, his cock still twitches. You can feel it inside of you, feel his warmth spreading, thus making you moan softly into his neck with aftershocks of pleasure. Then, the camera clicks and you giggle. “Marcus! You are so crude taking a picture of this.”
“I am indeed.” Chuckling into your hair as he carefully stands from the floor with you still held in his arms, he walks towards the bathroom. “And I’ll look at the photo every time we’re apart from each other.”
Still giggling as he turns the shower on, Marcus climbs inside and carefully lowers your wobbly legs, but still holding you close. Kisses were shared under the warm spray, as well as sweet whispering compliments. The man has found his confidence since last year and it still grows with your love and adoration.
Title: The (Nott) So Perfect Equation
Author: DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns & Mrs_Colette
Rating: T
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Hermione Granger
Summary: Life in post-war wizarding Britain is a struggle for both sides as so many lives were lost. In comes a new Wizengamot member's suggestion of a marriage law based on an Arithmancy calculation. Too bad Theodore Nott's idea does not go according to plan, leaving Hermione to wed a wizard she never would have anticipated.
Link: (FF) https://www.fanfiction.net/.../The-Nott-So-Perfect-Equation
(AO3) https://archiveofourown.org/.../RollAPartn.../works/18791314
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First Place for Best Plot Development
Runner Up for Most Creative Use of Prompt Runner Up for Best Relationship Development Runner Up for Best Overall Collaborative Piece
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