Question, dear writer, how do you think Mark and his variants would react to their s/o giving them a lapdance? [The s/o in question being afab.]
salivating as i write this. reader has the balls to get up top and tease these boys to hell.
sinister mark
tolerates a good lap dance. hates when you strip tease during the entire dance, he wants you naked and slightly sweaty; swinging your breasts about his face. your hands running over the valleys and curves of your body when it grinds deep into his crotch. he doesn't like those flashy hair whips, and the fake show of ecstasy. he wants to cut to the chase, and make you practically dry hump him with your pussy spread out over his bulge.
mohawk mark
FUCK YEAH BABY.
once you give him one lap dance, he expects it all the time when he sits down anywhere. he's got the biggest smile on his face, and blatantly ignores the ' no touch rule ' you give before any dance. your ass is bruised and bright red from every spank he gives you when you swivel your hips in hypnotizing swings. he lets you go all out, the thumping bass of a naughty song. every piece of clothing that is see through enough to not even hide the perkyness of your nipples and the sparse hairs of your growing bush poking through sultry pink cloth.
fully masked mark
he can't look you in the eye. he thinks if he looks anywhere else itll control the tightness in his pants when you first seat yourself in his spread open lap. he's the picture of nerves and hesitation. you're the one to grab his hands to run along your body. helping your tight little bra get pushed up enough so your breasts can spill out in a lewd wobble. if it wasn't the music thumping in the background of the bedroom? you'd hear the audible gasp when his thumbs flicked perky buds. he's vulnerable to the friction that your hips cause against his own. he's fighting not to be hard, but he'll apologize about it if he cums because of his raging boner.
lens-less mark
he finds the lapdance entertaining. instead of you dancing for him, he's making you dance. he's moving you, how he wants. his hands are gripping the fat of your hips and ass. he's got you facing away from him, your ass cheeks bouncing with how his hips meet the backside of your thighs. it's turning less and less into a lap dance with how he's got you twisting this way and that. you're dizzy and breathless. he's all over your body. the chair kicked out from under him when he stands. you're bent over a couch arm, bare ass in the air for him. the minute long dance has turned into harsh sex, because he can't help himself.
sheisty mark
makes you call him daddy during your dance. he chooses the music, he makes you dance for more than one song. he's got you dancing till you complain your legs and hips ache and your feet hurt from the highheels. maybe he's had better lap dances from the strip club down the street, but hey! you're trying and that's all that matters. just like his sinister variant, he makes you start off fully naked at the beginning of your dance. he likes you slutty and trying your best to please him with how you smother his face between your tits to give him that authentic strip club stripper lapdance experience.
omni- mark
he stares at you in silence with a stone-faced look. his hands are planted stonily on your gyrating hips. his breath hitches when you lock eyes with the viltrumite and give him a flirty week. on his tanned features he sports the smallest of flush that trails down to the curve of his throat. he's the quietest out of the bunch. he watches you like a predator assessing its prey. with every loss of fabric, he shifts more and more in his chair. right hand abandoning your hip to adjust his aching boner. he doesn't want you to know how hot and leaky he is in his boxers. how the flushed tip of his cock weeps when your bare breasts press against his chest, and your ass bounces for his gaze alone.
headcap mark
hates it. lap dances aren't his vibe, but eh, free tits and pussy i guess. his legs are kicked out, arms crossed over his chest. his knee bounces rapidly when he watches you descend before him on your knees. your ass swaying behind you to the irritating bass of some raunchy song. he likes to see you act like a whore any day of the given week, but if he can't touch you , cant pop on breast in his mouth and suck it while you grind down on him? he isn't going for it.
mark grayson
mark. exe has stopped working. he passes out in the middle of your first dance. too much blood has rushed to his dick. when he comes to? tells you how beautiful you are and peppers kisses to every inch of skin he can put his lips on.