Content: cock worship, praise kink, oral, handjob, use of good boy
AN: Ahaha pretend this is on time lol. Also I don't know how these keep getting so long??? This one really got away from me, I'm not sure how it happened.
Kinktober Masterlist
“Good boy, Mark.”
Your voice is gentle, sweet, and it sends a wave of heat flooding through him. Mark groans, shoving a knuckle between his teeth and bucking his hips up into your touch.
Stilling the hand stroking over his cock, you look up at him from where your chin is resting on his thigh. You smile, smoothing your free hand over his hip.
“What did I say about keeping yourself quiet, baby? Don’t you want me to hear how good I’m making you feel?”
He drops his hand with a soft whine and you take a moment to admire the deep blush coloring his cheeks. Your engineer looks so good like this, spread out on the bed, loose and relaxed, a flush covering his naked body.
His brown eyes dart around the room before returning to you.
“Captain, I…I just don’t want someone to hear, is all.”
“You know my cabin is sound proof, Mark, you designed it.”
“I-I know, but still…”
“Is someone, perhaps, feeling a little embarrassed?”
Mark’s eyes flick to the ceiling and he slides his hands down to the sheets, wringing the material in his fingers.
“Maybe…Maybe a little.”
“Tell me what’s embarrassing you, baby.”
While you wait for his response, you return to touching him, slow strokes up and down his cock, pausing to swipe at the precum beading at the tip and use it to lubricate your palm. The man beneath you groans, back arching off the bed just slightly.
“I’m just not used to being treated like this.” He admits shyly.
“Like what?”
“Gentle…affectionate.”
You smile up at him, ducking down to press a kiss to his hip bone, giving him just the tiniest nip with your teeth.
“You deserve to be taken care of, Mark. You deserve to relax and let someone else handle things sometimes.”
“B-But-”
“No, no buts. Captain’s orders. I want you to relax, baby, let me worship you.”
Leaning down on your elbows, you take the head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth. Mark groans, long and low, throwing his head back against the pillows and whinte-knuckling the sheets.
You start slowly, swirling your tongue over the head and bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with every downward stroke. He’s about average length but thicker than most. His cock feels like a nice weight on your tongue, the taste of precum filling your mouth.
One of your hands stays at the base of his cock, stroking and twisting over what you can’t fit into your mouth. The other slides up to grab one of his and pull it free from its grip in the sheets, interlocking your fingers.
“Fuck,” he moans freely, “that feels so good.”
Taking a break, you pull off him with an obscene ‘pop’ and begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his shaft. All the while, looking up at him with hungry eyes.
“You’re beautiful.”
He blushes. “Really?”
“Yes, really. All of you. But especially your cock. It feels so good in my mouth, baby. I could spend hours working you over with my hands and my mouth, feeling the way you twitch and hearing you moan for me. God, I can’t wait to make you cum.”
“C-Captain, you-you can’t say things like that.”
“Why not? I think you like it when I tell you how much I love your cock.”
Mark opens his mouth to respond, but you don’t give him the opportunity, taking the entire length of him into your mouth in one go, feeling the head brush against the back of your throat. He groans, hips bucking up against your mouth without his permission. Tears sting at the corner of your eyes and you gag around him, but you take a few deep breaths through your nose to ease the tension in your throat.
Swallowing around him once then twice, you watch the way his eyes roll back and listen to how each moan that spills from his lips gets higher and higher.
You pull off him slowly, making sure to press your tongue against the underside of his cock as you go. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you wrap both hands around him and begin a fast pace of stroking him.
“Captain, god!”
Mark bucks his hips in time with your movements, thrusting his hips up into every downwards stroke of your hands. He’s moaning freely by now, clearly feeling too good to care about anyone else on the ship overhearing.
“Please, fuck, it feels so good.
“Yeah? You look so pretty like this, baby, relaxed and desperate. And you’re getting so close, aren’t you?”
He nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I want you to make a mess. I want you to be a good boy and cum for me. Now.”
A few more strokes and he’s cumming with a cry of your name, spilling over your hands and onto his stomach, making a mess just like you’d ask. You continue to stroke him through it, milking every last drop from him until his hips are flinching away.
“You did so good, baby.”
You lie down beside him, propping yourself up on an elbow and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You run one hand through his hair and reach down with the other, swiping a finger through the mess on his stomach and bringing it to his lips.
“Open your mouth for me.”
He does as he’s told and you slip your finger in. His lips seal around the digit and you feel his tongue lave over your finger, cleaning up the mess there. Once he’s done, you kiss him, swiping your tongue into his mouth and getting a taste of him.
“How’re you feeling?”
You lay down on your back and pull him close to rest his head on your chest. Mark stretches and lets out a long, happy sigh before answering.
“That was so good, thank you.”
“Anything for you, baby.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “Rest now. We can get you cleaned up in a little bit.”
“But what about you? You didn’t get to have any fun.”
More Than A Fantasy - Engineer!Mark x GN!Captain 2/2
Rating: NSFW
Word count: 1400+
Contents: dirty talk, talking about being walked in on but not actually being walked in on, use of the word whore once, use of good boy several times, gender-neutral captain so this could be pegging,
Summary: The Captain gets their turn
Part One - Masterlist - AO3
The Captain has been waiting.
At first, Mark was anxious to get his turn. Any time the two were alone together on the bridge he’ll lean over the Main Console, arch his back ever-so-slightly, and peer at them from the corner of his eye.
But the Captain does nothing.
And the Captain continues to do nothing for almost two weeks until Mark finally stops trying. He decides maybe they had just been joking about having a turn, or that maybe they’re too busy being in charge of pretty much everything aboard the Invincible to make any more time for his silly fantasies. So Mark pushes the thought aside, all but forgetting it in favor of a few extracurricular projects he’s started for the colony.
And that’s when the Captain strikes.
It’s late. Judging the exact time while in space is next to impossible, but, thankfully, the lights on the Invincible II change every few hours to simulate a normal day. Right now, the lights are a dim blue, bright enough to illuminate the halls for the night staff, but not bright enough to wake those who have gone to bed.
Mark is studying a diagram on the Main Console. Since it’s after work hours, he’s removed his hat and pulled off the top half of his jumpsuit, tying the sleeves around his waist. He’s so invested in his work that he almost doesn’t hear the Captain enter the bridge.
“Burning the midnight oil?”
“Yeah, something like that.” He nods, not turning to look at them.
While he’s distracted, the Captain types something into their communicator, and the door to the bridge slides shut quietly.
“What’re you working on?”
“Remember that air conditioning system I started building for the colony? Mack gave me a few notes on improvements he thought I could make so I’m just going back through my notes.”
“Ah, interesting.” The Captain slowly presses themself to his back, smoothing a hand up his arm. “Think I could pull you away from your work for a bit?”
He groans and looks at them over his shoulder. “W-What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, you know what I want.”
“C-Captain.”
“You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
Mark nods enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I know you will. Come here.”
They curl a hand around the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. The Captain wastes no time on foreplay, forcing their tongue into his mouth and making him moan. One of their hands unties his jumpsuit from around his waist and pushes it down his legs, leaving Mark in just his tank top and boxers.
“God, Captain,” Mark moans into their mouth, “what’s gotten into you?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this.” The Captain presses kisses down the side of his neck, stopping at the junction between neck and shoulder to suck a dark spot into his skin. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”
The Head Engineer tries to turn around but they press a hand to the center of his back, pushing him down against the console. Mark whimpers when one of their hands slides around to the front of his waist and starts to rub him through his boxers.
“C-Captain, please.”
“Just be patient, I have to get you nice and ready.”
They slip his boxers down, taking a moment to admire the half-naked man in front of them. His cock is hard and leaking between his legs and bent over the Main Console like this leaves his ass out on full display.
The Captain reaches into their pocket and pulls out a small bottle of lube, pouring some into their palm. They reach around to start stroking his cock and Mark bucks up into the sudden touch.
“Fuck,” he moans, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the console beneath him.
“You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” They whisper in his ear. “Bending over the console, sticking your ass out like a whore, hoping I’d notice.”
Mark sobs, practically fucking their fist with the way his hips buck into their touch. “Captain, Captain, please!”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.” He whines.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me, Captain, please! I want it so bad. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
The Captain shushes him, running their free hand through his hair gently. “I know, baby. You’ve been so good for me, I’ll give you what you want.”
They stop stroking him, moving their hands to his ass and spreading him open slowly. The Captain pours more lube onto their hand, warming it up between their fingers for good measure. Slowly, they press a finger inside him, giving him time to get used to the intrusion.
“That’s it. Just relax. You’re doing so good,” they coo, pressing kisses to his back.
“Ooh god,” Mark whimpers.
“Does that feel good?”
He nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut. “M-More, please.”
They slip a second finger inside, stretching and working him open at a leisurely pace. The Captain is in no rush, but Mark is another story. He’s pushing his hips back against them, trying to grind onto their fingers.
“Stay still, I need to make sure you’re ready.” They press a hand to his back to keep him from moving.
“Come on, Captain, I’m ready. I can take it.”
“None of that. I’ll say when you’re ready.”
The Captain presses a third finger inside, angling and curling their fingers until they brush a spot inside him that forces a long moan from the engineer.
“Oh god, right there, Captain.” He’s panting, clutching the Main Console with shaky hands like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
“I bet I could make you cum like this, bent over the console with my fingers inside you, rubbing just the right spot. Imagine if someone walked in right now and saw what we were doing. Imagine one of the crew walking in on the Head Engineer fucking himself on the Captain’s fingers.” The Captain groans when he clenches around their fingers. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want everyone to know that you belong to me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, yes! Fuck, Captain, I’m so close.” Mark whines, long and high pitched, when they remove their fingers. “N-No, please, don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not one with you yet.”
They undo the zipper on their jumpsuit and push the whole thing down past their hips. The Captain nudges Mark’s legs apart before spreading him open once more. Slowly, they press inside him inch by delicious inch.
Mark’s eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as he moans, helpless and lost to the pleasure of being filled. Once they’re fully seated inside him, the Captain pulls out slowly then pushes right back in.
“How does it feel?” They whisper in his ear.
Beyond comprehensive thought, all the Head Engineer can do is moan.
“Taking me so well, good boy. Do you want more?”
They don’t wait for him to answer, setting a steady space of rocking into him. One of their hands reaches around to resume stroking his cock while the other tangles itself into his hair.
“Captain, fuck!”
“That’s it. I want the whole ship to hear who’s fucking you like this. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. Say it.”
“I-I’m yours, Captain. Fuck, I’m all yours.”
The Captain speeds up the pace, their grip in his hair allowing them to tug him back to meet every thrust.
“C-Captain, I’m so close.”
“Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?”
“Please, please!”
“Go on.” They groan in his ear. “Cum.”
And he does. With a long moan, Mark throws his head back as he cums, making a mess all over the Captain’s hand and the Main Console in front of him. They slow their pace but continue to give shallow thrust until he’s whimpering from overstimulation. The Captain pulls out and turns Mark around, pulling him into their arms.
“You okay?” They kiss the top of his head.
He nods, words slurring together slightly. “M’good, Cap’n. So good.”
“I bet you are. You sore at all?”
“Just from where I was bending over the console.”
“Alright, you wanna go take a shower?”
“Only if you join me.”
The Captain laughs. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”
“This was a great idea and I’m glad we did it, but can we do it on a bed next time? I think I'm going to have bruises.”
can we please get Engineer Mark x male reader, with a bit of pet play? basically, he's on a leash and loves to be called a good boy, because he so obviously has a praise kink, while he's fucking the reader, but also fucking himself on a dildo, you know what i mean?
i really do be craving some submissive head engineer that's topping the reader.
I saw this ask and suddenly I was possessed and this was on my computer. Also I added a few extra goodies, hope that's okay.
tw: bondage, toys, double penetration (I'm not sure if this counts but just in case), multiple orgasm, forced orgasm (only technically)
Mark is a mess. A beautiful, whining mess.
He’s perched precariously on his knees, hands bound behind his back, with you laying beneath him, fucking you open on his cock. Behind him, a thick dildo is attached to the wall, buried completely in his ass. You’re groaning, whispering praises into your ear as you tug on the leash wrapped tight around your fist. Every pull to the thick, leather collar around his neck sends Mark rocking forward, rolling his hips into you, and every time he pulls out, it forces him back onto the dildo behind him.
“That’s it,” you kiss up the sharp line of his jaw and take his earlobe between your teeth, “such a good boy for me.”
Mark is lost to the pleasure, all rational thought gone from his mind as he fucks you like his life depends on it. A particularly hard thrust back onto the dildo sendings him keening, eyes rolling back as he gets closer and closer to cumming.
You’re not fairing much better. With the way he’s balanced, every thrust of Mark’s hips carries his whole weight behind it, pounding his cock into you. You’ve got your hips angled just the right way to rub the head of his cock against your prostate. You slip a hand down between you, wrapping it around your cock and stroking yourself in hard, fast jerks.
“God, you’re getting so close, aren’t you? Bet it feels so good.”
A moan, long and high-pitched escapes his throat, and Mark squeezes his eyes shut. “P-Please, please, I’m so close. Wanna cum so bad.”
“I know, baby, but good boys don’t cum until they have permission. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
He nods frantically, “Yeah, I-I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy.”
“Yeah, you are. Just a little more.”
His thrusts are getting sloppy, desperate and you know it’s time to pull out your secret weapon. There’s a small remote in your hand, something you’ve managed to hide from Mark thus far. You press the singular button and the dildo in his ass wurrs to life, vibrating right against his prostate.
Mark sobs, digging his nails into his palms and biting his lip. Tears shine in his eyes and he moans your name, looking down at you with the most wrecked expression you’ve ever seen.
“Please! I can’t,” he whines, “fuck, I can’t. I’m gonna cum, please, I need to cum.”
You groan, your hand around your cock picking up speed. “I know. Be a good boy. Cum for me.”
He cums with a shout, overstimulation from the vibrator forces his hips to keep twitching into you and that, combined with the feeling of his cum filling you, is all you need to throw you over the edge. Mark whines at the way you tighten around him, the overstimulating pleasure forcing another, much smaller orgasm from him.
You turn the vibrator off and undo the binds on his wrists. Wrapping your arms around him, you pull Mark down to lay on your chest.
“You okay?” You stroke his hair gently.
He nods, giving you a thumbs up and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“You were such a good boy. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
More Than A Fantasy - Engineer!Mark x GN!Captain 1/2
Rating: NSFW
Word count: 1400+
Contents: top engineer, bottom Captain, slight choking, hair pulling, unsafe sex
Summary: Ever since the Captain had set foot on the Invincible II, Mark has had a recurring fantasy that they are more than happy to help him fulfill. A.k.a. He fucks the Captain over the Main Console
AO3 - Masterlist - Two
Mark swears he’s been paying attention to what the Captain is saying, seriously. He’s listening to every word, really truly. Just…don’t ask him to repeat any of them.
Okay, so maybe he’s distracted. Maybe he’s very distracted. Mark swears on his life that he had been listening in the beginning, but then the Captain had leaned over the Main Console, giving him a great view of their…assets and how was he supposed to keep up after that?
Since he and the Captain had become whatever they were, and honestly maybe even before that, Mark has had a single recurring thought, a guilty fantasy he can’t get out of his head.
He wants to fuck them over the Main Console.
Mark knows it’s crass and probably violates a million Board rules, but hey, the Board is in an entirely different galaxy now, so who really cares what a bunch of stuffy old farts have to say about proper ship protocol? Besides, the only person who could write him up for violating ship rules is the Captain and he doubts they’d care very much about giving him demerits for an infraction if he’s f-
“Mark?” The Captain peers over their shoulder at him. “Are you listening?”
He snaps to attention. “Y-Yes, Captain! Of course, I am.”
They squint their eyes, looking him up and down. “You seem distracted.”
“No, no, not at all. I’m hanging off every word you’re saying!”
“Really? Because I didn’t think a discussion on poetry audiobooks would be so…engaging.”
His shoulders slump and Mark’s eyes drop to the floor.
“I might be a bit distracted.”
“A bit?”
“Okay, a lot. I’m sorry, Captain, I was trying to pay attention, really. My mind is just somewhere else today.”
“Oh? And where would that be?”
Blush settles across his cheeks and he shakes his head.
“N-Nowhere important.”
“Really? So you haven’t been staring at my ass for the last ten minutes, thinking about bending me over the Main Console?”
“Wha-”
The Captain snickers. “Mark, you are not subtle at all.”
Mark hangs his head. “Sorry Captain, I know it’s inappropriate, I-I just can’t help it.”
“C’mere.”
They hold their hand out and Mark trudges over, refusing to meet their eyes.
“Are you gonna give me demerits?”
“No, I’m gonna give you something better.”
The Captain presses a button on the console in front of them and the door to the Bridge closes with a woosh. Mark turns to look at the door curiously before they pull him down by the collar of his jumpsuit, smashing their lips together. He moans in surprise, hands shooting down to grip the console on either side of them. When they pull away, Mark looks at them with wide eyes.
“Captain?”
They cradle his face in their hands. “If you want to do it, we can.”
“B-But it’s still work hours!”
“Come on, we gotta break the rules every once in a while. Life needs a bit of madness.”
“Well…are you sure? I mean, you’re usually the one on top.”
“It’s fun to switch it up sometimes.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He tilts his head, thinking for a moment. “Can I be a little rough with you?”
“I encourage it.”
As soon as the words have left their mouth it’s like a switch (ha) has been flicked, Mark gets a dark look in his eyes, one they’ve never seen before. It makes the hair on the back of their neck stand and lights a fire in their gut. The Captains wonders what they have just unleashed.
Mark pulls them in for another kiss, one hand anchoring itself on their waist and the other tangling in their hair. They grunt when he tugs on the strands, white-knuckling the front of his jumpsuit. His tongue traces over their bottom lip before he scrapes over it with his teeth.
Mark pulls away from their lips and presses open mouthed kisses down the column of their throat, tongue teasing against their skin. Once he gets to the junction between neck and shoulder, he sucks a dark mark into the skin there, laving his tongue over it to sooth the sting.
“Mark,” they gasp.
He smirks. “Yes, Captain?”
Mark’s puppy dog eyes are a contrast to the hand that has slid up to the zipper at the front of the Captain’s suit.
“W-What has gotten into you?”
He shrugs, slowly dragging the zipper down to their waist and pushing the suit off their shoulders. Mark slides his hand down the front of their suit and his eyes flicker up to theirs.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it, I can feel that you do.”
The Captain doesn’t get the chance to answer. Mark’s fingers slip between their legs, stroking over heated, sensitive skin. They lean back on their elbows against the Main Console, watching where his hand disappears beneath their clothes.
“I wasn’t sure you’d want to do this.” He licks his lips, watching the way their chest rises and falls with heavy breathes. He pushes his fingers further down, slipping two inside them slowly.
They buck their hips up into his hand. “F-Fuck, why’s that?”
“Well, you’re the Captain. You’re supposed to be all about rules and protocol. But here you are, letting me fuck you open with my fingers on the Bridge.”
The Captain moans helplessly, grabbing the front of his jumpsuit and pulling him down for a rough kiss. They yank his zipper down and reach into his suit, wrapping their hand around his cock.
Mark pulls away, not opening his eyes, letting himself get lost in the pleasure their slow strokes give him. Eventually, he pulls their hand off him and spins them around. Mark presses his palm between their shoulderblades and forces them over the console.
He tugs their suit down over their hips, just enough to give him easy access to where he wants to be.
“Fuck, you look better than I could’ve imagined, Captain.”
They squirm under his gaze, peering up at him over their shoulder.
“Mark, please.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.”
Mark wraps his hand around his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes before pressing it against their entrance. He pushes in slowly, making them both groan.
“Ooh Captain, you feel so good like this.”
The Captain presses their forehead against the cool glass of the console, fingers gripping the edge for dear life.
“M-Move, please.”
“With pleasure.”
He pulls his hips back until just the head of his cock is still inside them before slamming his hips foreward. He sets a brutal pace, fucking into them with abandon. One of Mark’s hands slides up and gets a handful of their hair, yanking their head back.
“You look good like this, Captain. Maybe we should do this more often.”
“Mark, fuck, don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to.”
There’s a wicked smirk on his face as his free hand slips around to their front, rubbing over their sensitive skin and sending sparks shooting behind their eyes.
The Captain has given up trying to hold back their moans and Mark snickers.
“Careful now. Just because the door’s locked doesn’t mean someone won’t hear us. It is still work hours, after all.”
The hand in his hair reaches down to wrap loosely around their throat, not applying enough pressure to cut off their oxygen but enough to keep them quiet.
“M-Mark, I’m gonna…”
“Already? Oh Captain you must be really enjoying this. Go on, cum for me. Cum on my cock.”
It’s like lightening a fuse. White light explodes behind their eyes and the Captain cries his name as they tense around him. Mark groans, the thrusting of his hips getting sloppy the closer he gets. He digs his fingers into their hips, slamming them back onto him. A few more thrusts and he stills, cumming inside them with a low, drawn-out groan.
The room is quiet as the two catch their breath. Mark wraps his arms around their waist and presses his forehead to the center of their back.
“You okay?”
The Captain nods. “More than okay.”
“Good. I’m sorry, I got a little carried away.”
“It was perfect, Mark, really.”
He pulls out of them slowly and turns them to press a gentle kiss to their lips.
“Thank you for letting me do this.”
“Of course.”
The Captain smiles and there’s something in their eyes, something dangerous. They reach up and pat the side of the face.
To the Warp Core and Back - Engineer!Mark x GN!Captain 2/2
Rating: NSFW
Word count: 2100+
Notes: I was going to leave it as a one-shot but I couldn’t get this out of my head so here it is.
Contents: bottom Engineer!Mark, top Captain, unsafe sex, slight choking if you really squint, dirty talk
AO3 One Two (you’re here)
Sometime between their declaration of love and now, the Captain and Mark have climbed into bed. They’re both wrapped in blankets and staring up at the ceiling, talking about everything and nothing.
“You know, I’m pretty sure I remember you throwing me around like a ragdoll.” Mark laughs.
The Captain groans, hiding their face in their hands. “I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that. I am so sorry. I don’t think I was quite myself in that universe.”
“Neither was I after all the head trauma.”
“Stooooop.” They shove him playfully.
He grins. “Did you go to the one where Mack was a monkey? That one was hilarious.”
“No, but I did end up in one where he had your job. He was such an asshole!”
“Don’t worry Cap, I’ll never let him take my job, you can count on it.”
“I think I’d resign if he did. I appreciate his honesty but there’s no way I could put up with him all the time.”
“Yeah, I’m much easier to put up with, aren’t I?”
The Captain rubs their chin, pretending to contemplate.
“W-What? Captain, you can’t be serious!”
They throw their head back with a laugh. “Of course not, Mark. I’d take you as my Head Engineer over literally anyone else.”
The praise makes him smile proudly. “I knew it.”
Their laughter dies down and the Captain turns back to him, cupping the side of his face gently
“I mean that. I’d be lost without you by my side. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
A soft blush settles across his face and Mark finds himself getting lost in the Captain’s eyes like he has many times before. He leans in, pressing a kiss to their cheek.
“You’ll never have to worry about it. I’m here for anything you need for as long as you’ll have me.”
“Anything I need?”
The look they give him is one he’s never seen on them before. There is a hunger in their eyes that sends a jolt of electricity up his spine.
“Y-Yeah, anything. I’d do anything for you.”
The Captain pushes the covers off the both of them and throws a leg over his waist, lowering themself onto his lap.
“Is this okay?”
Mark gulps, eyes wide as he looks up at them. He could get used to this.
“Y-Yeah, this is fine, it’s fine.”
“You sure?”
His hands settle on their hips.
“More than sure.”
The Captain smiles and leans down, meeting him in a kiss. It’s not nearly as chaste as the one from earlier. Their tongue runs along the seam of his lips, silently asking him for entry, and oh is Mark happy to oblige. He parts his lips and the Captain slips their tongue inside, exploring his mouth, trying to learn the taste of him.
Mark grunts, one hand abandoning their hip to reach up and tangle it into their hair, holding them as close as possible. Their hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers slipping under and exploring the smooth skin of his stomach. His core muscles flex and twitch under their touch as he starts to get restless.
The Captain pulls away to allow him a moment to catch his breath, diving down to the spot between his neck and shoulder, attaching their mouth to his skin.
“O-Oh.”
Mark can’t help but let out a moan when their teeth nip playfully at his neck. His hand in their hair tugs lightly at first, then harder, pulling a strangled moan from the Captain. It sets his body on fire and he wants more than anything to hear it again.
The Captain pushes their hands up the front of his shirt, running their fingers teasingly over his nipples before pushing the shirt off over his head. Mark returns the favor, pulling off their shirt and taking a moment to stare up at them in reverence.
They trace their hand over his collarbones and rake their nails over his skin, leaving red lines in their wake. His hips buck up involuntarily and the Captain can feel how hard he is already. They rock down against him almost curiously.
“Oh.”
“S-Sorry,” he mumbles, refusing to meet their eyes, “can’t help it.”
The Captain grabs his chin, their grip stronger than normal as they direct his gaze back towards them.
“Don’t apologize. You’re beautiful. You’re mine.”
If he wasn’t rock hard before, he certainly is now. Mark can’t help but let out an almost pathetic sounding whimper at the Captain’s words and they smirk like they know exactly what they’re doing.
“Say it.”
His eyes go wide and a bright red blush stains his face. Mark would think they were simply teasing him if not for the steely look in their eyes.
“I-I’m yours.”
That earns him a smile and a kiss on the cheek. The Captain climbs off Mark’s lap, much to his dismay, and crosses their arms over their bare chest.
“Strip for me.”
“W-What?”
“Go on.”
His eyes drop to the floor and he hesitantly reaches down to the ties on the front of his pajama pants. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do what they say, he is absolutely loving everything that’s happening, it’s that he’s shy of being naked in front of them. What if he’s not good enough?
Mark lifts his hips enough to push his pants down and kick them off his feet. His cock springs free from its confines, hard and already leaking precum. He waits nervously, trying not to squirm, as the Captain looks him over.
The Captain sits down on the edge of the bed beside him, their eyes raking over every inch of his smooth, tanned skin. They reach out a hand and run it up the outside of his thigh, so close to where he wants it and yet so far away.
“You are so beautiful.”
“C-Captain, come on, don’t leave me hanging over here.”
They shush him. “You said anything I want. If you need me to stop, tell me, otherwise, I’m going to do as I please.”
He ducks his head and nods softly.
The Captain slides their hand up his thigh and over his hip, tracing over the muscles in his stomach on their way up to his chest. Without warning, they twist one of his nipples between their fingers, making Mark let out a surprised moan.
They take turns between his nipples, pinching and twisting with varying degrees of pressure and intensity. Eventually, the Captain leans forward, and takes one into their mouth, rubbing their tongue over the hard nub. The wet heat of their mouth sends Mark reeling, clutching the sheets so hard he’s worried he may rip them.
He says their name in a broken moan and the Captain pulls off them to tilt his head towards them.
“I know I told you to call me by my name, but right now, it’s Captain.”
Mark groans, throwing his head back against the pillows. That shouldn’t be hot. Why does he find that so hot?
“Y-Yes, Captain.”
They give him a wicked smirk and return to the task at hand, grazing their teeth over one of his nipples. Their other hand slips down between his legs, wrapping loosely around the base of his cock. They set a slow pace, stroking up and down his shaft, smearing precum over the length.
Mark reaches out to touch them and return the favor, but they bat his hands away, shushing him when he tries to protest. The Captain returns to the task at hand, literally, speeding up their hand on his cock.
“Tell me what you want,” they speak softly in his ear, tugging on his earlobe with their teeth.
“I…I…”
Mark can’t seem to form a coherent thought, too lost in the pleasure they’re giving him. He bucks his hips up into their hand but the Captain presses down on his hips to hold him still.
“Mark.”
The Captain voice again, only this time it forces a whimper from his lips.
“I-I want you to ride me. Captain, please, I want it so bad.”
They reward him with a quick kiss, pulling away and standing from the bed. They shuck off their last remaining articles of clothing and once again climb onto his lap. Mark takes a moment to look them over, admiring every inch of skin. His hands slide down their thighs and over their hips, smoothing over their thighs.
The Captain presses two of their fingers to his lips.
“Get them wet for me.”
Mark takes their fingers into his mouth, running his tongue along the length of them, sucking occasionally. His teeth scrape carefully over the pads of their fingers, pulling a strangled moan from their lips.
Once the Captain is satisfied, they remove their fingers from his mouth and reach down between their legs, slipping their fingers inside themself. Mark watches with bated breath as they work themself open, feeling like he’s going to combust.
After a moment or two, the Captain pulls their fingers out and reaches down to wrap their hand around his cock, giving him a few languid strokes. They rise up on their knees and position him at their entrance before sinking down onto his cock, letting out a long groan as they do.
“Fuck, Captain,” Mark cries, digging his fingers into the sheets and trying desperately not to buck his hips up before they’re ready.
Inch by delicious inch, they slide push down onto his cock until their hips are flush with his. The Captain stills, leaning over him and pressing their forehead against his chest, taking deep, steadying breaths.
“You feel so good.” They press a kiss to his sternum. “Like you were made for me.”
“I was Captain, god I was. I’m all yours.”
“So good for me.”
They lick a stripe along the side of his neck, sending a shiver up his spine. The Captain raises their hips slightly before sinking back down. Planting their hands on his chest to give them leverage, they start to speed up, lifting up and slamming themself back down onto his cock.
Mark throws his head back, doing his best to bury his face in the pillows. Both of his hands anchor down on their hips, fingertips digging in hard enough to bruise. If the Captain minds, however, they don’t say anything, speeding up their hips and watching him with hungry eyes.
“Mark,” they moan, “talk to me. Tell me how good it feels.”
“F-Fuck Captain, I could spend the rest of my life like this. You’re so hot around me, I already feel like I’m gonna cum.”
“You don’t cum until I tell you, understand?”
Mark nods frantically but that’s not the answer they’re looking for. One of the Captain’s hands slides up his chest to rest at the base of his throat, fingers curling around his neck just slightly. They don’t apply any pressure, just let it rest there.
“Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, Captain. I won’t cum until you tell me to.”
“Good.”
At this point, they’re pistoning their hips up and down. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their heavy breathing. Mark is so close; he can almost taste the euphoria. But he can’t cum; he can’t disobey his Captain, so he bites his lips and tries to hold on.
“You’re doing so good for me, Mark. Fuck, you feel good.”
The Captain is out of breath, their voice gaining a hint of desperation as they climb higher and higher towards that edge. With every thrust onto his cock, they grind down against him, creating beautiful friction. Mark has given up trying to hold back his sounds of pleasure, moaning and whimpering with abandon.
“Captain, please! I’m so close, I can’t hold on much longer.”
They lean over him, ghosting their lips over his.
“Let go. Cum for me.”
And that’s all it takes. Mark throws his head back, letting out a shout as he succumbs to pleasure. His hips buck violently as he cums, spilling inside of them and filling them with warmth. The Captain isn’t far behind, a few more thrusts and they still, clamping down around him with a moan.
The two take a moment to catch their breath, Mark wrapping his arms around their waist and pulling them down to rest their head on his chest.
“Are you alright?” They look up at him, cradling the side of his face, thumb stroking over his cheek.
“More than alright. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.”
“Good. We should clean up.”
They attempt to move but Mark tightens his arms around them, keeping them pinned against his chest.
“Let’s just stay here for a bit. Please?”
“How am I supposed to say no to those puppy eyes? Fine, but we do have to clean up eventually.”
He nods, smiling up at them. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For taking care of me.”
“Someone has to.” They kiss him softly. “I love you.”
Idk if your still doing the drabbles milestone event but if so..
Can I get a bottom!engineer mark and a top GN reader with a side of praise kink?(reader praising mark) and sweetie as a term of endearment, maybe a sprinkle of them calling him “good boy”?
I just really love your sub engie mark stuff we don’t have enough of it
Me, looking at engineer: Is anyone gonna write him as the biggest sub ever? *doesn't wait for an answer*
tw: praise kink, sex toys
“That’s it, sweetie,” you coo into his ear, “you’re doing so good.”
Mark groans as he slides down onto the toy until his hips are flush with the bed. He takes a few deep breaths, allowing himself a moment to relax and take in the feeling of being filled.
You watch, enraptured, from your pace beside, eyes glued to where the dildo stretches him open.
“C-Can I move?”
“Yes, sweetie, go ahead. But take it slow.”
He rises slowly onto his knees then sinks back down, letting out a moan as he does. His hands are gripping the sheets in front of him.
“How does it feel?”
Mark groans. “So good.”
“Go on. Keep going.” You turn his head to the side and press a chaste kiss to his lips.
His pace picks up slightly and Mark gives up trying to hold back his moans and whimpers.
“Can I go faster?”
“Yes, sweetie. Make yourself feel good, put on a show for me.”
Mark plants his hands firmly on the bed, getting the leverage he needs to start fucking himself back onto the toy. You reach down between his legs and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
