mark grayson x fem!reader ✦ cw for light suggestive content at the end!
thinking about mark grayson being soooo down bad for you and him being constantly at your beck and call. he’s casually dominant, but also an absolute pathetic loser for you and will do literally anything you ask in a heartbeat !
you’re out grocery shopping and mark is pushing the cart and grabbing everything off the shelves for you. all you have to do is list off what you need and mark takes care of it. he literally does not let you lift a finger, not even to push the cart or bag the items when you’re done, and of course he pays for everything before you can even try
mark is obsessed with doing things for you, with making your life easier in any way he possibly can cause he loves you and you deserve it (not to mention, it stirs something fiery in his gut when you say ‘thank you’ all sweet and kind and give him this look like he hung the moon). no matter how busy he is, he’ll always make time to do things for you. he’ll cut your fruit in the mornings, he’ll brush your hair after you shower, he’ll even squeeze the toothpaste onto your toothbrush for you before you brush your teeth. he’ll take your makeup off for you if you’re too tired, and when you’re lying in bed half asleep and you’ve forgotten to take off your jewellery, he’ll do it for you without missing a beat. he’s sure anyone else would find his need to make himself your hero overbearing, but you don’t, ‘cause you’re his angel!
he also quickly develops a habit of manhandling you… but you don’t complain, in fact you seem to like it almost as much as he does, so he doesn’t stop! you could be sitting on the sofa with him watching tv, and without much warning, he’ll just grab you by the hips and pull you easily into his lap (he just wants you close! and you never tell him no; how could you?). if you’re cooking together and you’re standing in the way of the drawer he needs to open, rather than asking you to move, mark will just take your hip in his big warm hand and carefully move you to the side, quickly grab what he needs, and then move you back to where you were with a kiss pressed to your shoulder and a murmured, “sorry, baby.”
when you’re out in public, mark has always got a hand on your lower back or his fingers laced with yours, steering you through the crowds easily — he’s super careful to not let you get bumped by anyone or step on a bit of uneven pavement, tugging you one way or the other if needed, and of course he always walks on the side nearest to the road. he’ll even carry you (and fly you home) if you’re tired or if your feet get sore!
you could be at home alone and missing him while he’s out fulfilling his hero duties, but literally all you have to do is text him “I miss you” or “I need you” and mark is ditching whatever he’s doing and flying to see you in record time. you are his priority above anything else. he finds it hard enough to be away from you so often, he can’t bear to think of you alone and missing him or needing something from him. he’ll appear at your window in a matter of minutes, ripping his mask off, his mouth already halfway open to ask what you need from him. you’ve literally got him wrapped around your finger and he can’t bring himself to care how pathetic it seems!
mark always always prioritises you over himself — he always lets you pick the movie, always lets you choose where to eat, always puts your happiness and safety above his own. during sex, he prioritises your pleasure over his own every time, knowing exactly what you like and what you need and giving it to you before worrying or even thinking about what he wants. if you want him on his knees he’ll literally drop down in a heartbeat! he feels it’s his life’s duty to give you whatever you want, whenever you want. mark would literally do anything for you and he’s not afraid to show it <3
Summary: Mark wants to be close to you, but when he finally gets a chance, he accidentally hurts you. Maybe he never deserved you, he thinks as he spirals. Luckily, you're there to pull Mark back and show him that he's not the only invincible one.
Warnings/Word Count: injury/nosebleed, angst, self-doubt and insecurity (Mark), Omni-Man spoiler, one slightly suggestive comment at the end, fluff and comfort. picture from pinterest. 1.6k+ words
A/N: I started reading Invincible last week and watched the first couple episodes of the show today, and Mark is taking over my brain. That said, he is likely OOC but I had to write something. I hope someone can enjoy this! :)
Mark is a superhero. He’s invincible. It takes a lot to get under his skin. Or it should.
It should also be easy to speak up and say that he wants something. Superheroes can get whatever they want with a word, right?
Too bad he’s still relatively new at the superhero thing, and, on top of that, has no idea how to tell you that he thinks he might combust if he doesn’t get to kiss you in the next ninety seconds. Give or take… it’s a rough estimate.
You’re sitting on the other end of the couch, your legs stretched out toward him as you watch a movie William insisted was a cinematic masterpiece that would ruin all other movies. Mark could reach out and touch you if he wasn’t so worried about messing it up.
“Mark.”
His fingers twitch in his lap, his mind racing with every way pulling you closer could go wrong. He’s strong; what if he hurts you?
“Mark.”
What if you changed your mind and just want to be his friend?
“Mark.”
Maybe you want to initiate physical contact and he should just be patient.
“Mark!” you exclaim, nudging your foot against him.
“Huh?” he blurts out, turning toward you and dropping his hand onto your shin. “What?”
“I asked if you think the cop is the bad guy,” you say with a weak gesture toward the television. “But now I want to know what’s got you so distracted.”
“Nothing,” Mark answers quickly. Too quickly. “Just- you know… watching the movie.”
“Watching the movie.” Your brows furrow as you lean forward, moving closer to Mark. “What happened in the last scene?”
“The… The cop- no, the robber did something,” he guesses, absentmindedly pressing his hand to your leg.
“You haven’t watched the last ten minutes,” you accuse. “Seriously, Mark, if there’s something you want to talk about, I’m here. If you want to change the movie to something better, we can.”
“William said this-”
“William was wrong, or he was just messing with you. This movie’s awful, Mark.”
He glances at the screen, unsurprised to find he has no recollection of how the characters got to this point. Your attention is on him now, though. It’s precisely what he wanted, yet he doesn’t know what to do.
Laying your hand over Mark’s, you offer, “Want a hug?”
Mark nods without hesitation, shifting his hips toward you. When you lift your hand, he spreads his arms to invite you into his space.
Clambering onto your knees, you scoot forward until your legs are pressed to Mark’s thigh. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Mark’s arms circle your waist, his grip slowly tightening as he presses his nose against your neck, breathing you in like you can give him strength.
“Better?” you ask softly, brushing your fingers through his hair.
Mark nods against you, his right hand sliding up your spine before he twists to pull you fully into his lap. You lift your head in surprise at the sudden movement, your face colliding with the side of Mark’s head.
“Ow,” you groan, pressing your hand below your nose.
“Sorry!” Mark exclaims, reclining against the couch cushion to see you.
“When your mom said you had a hard head, I thought she meant metaphorically,” you muse quietly.
Mark’s hands drop to your hips, and then he sees it. There’s blood on your palm when you pull it away from your face to look. Immediately, you apply pressure again and move to stand from Mark’s lap. You only raise yourself a few inches before Mark pulls you down again. His eyes widen, his hands moving off of you and raising, his fingers wrapping around nothing as the muscles in his arms tense and relax repeatedly.
“Mark?” you ask.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you promise. “I’m just gonna get a tissue.”
There’s a breeze when Mark offers you a full box of tissues. You don’t comment on his use of powers in your home, instead thanking him as you press a wad of tissues to your bleeding nose.
“I think I need a hug now.”
Mark doesn’t reply, his chest heaving. His breaths shorten into shallow pants as his hands dig into the couch cushions. Though you’re still on top of him, Mark is desperately searching for a way out of this. Or at least a surefire plan to make it up to you before you realize what he did and tell him to leave.
“Mark,” you say, looking between his parted lips and wide eyes. “Mark, are you okay?”
He lifts his hands then, his palms stopping beside your face before he touches you. The realization that he isn’t good enough to touch you should have come sooner. His hands begin to shake as mumbled apologies and exclamations of fear mix in the space between you.
“Hey, look at me,” you request.
She’s still bleeding, he thinks pathetically, as if realizing the obvious will do anything about the guilt settling in his chest.
“I am,” he tells you, even though his eyes are unfocused, pointed toward your nose. “Are you hurt?” Before you can answer, he adds, “Of course, you’re hurt. You’re bleeding. I- I hurt you. I made you bleed. Oh my-”
“Stop,” you interrupt, shifting to stand. You drop your hands from your face, then kneel by your coffee table. You discard the tissues in your hand onto a clean one, then wipe away the excess blood on your face and hands. Mark clearly needs more than you can give him right now. “If I go wash my hands, will you still be here when I come back?” you check.
Yeah, Mark thinks bitterly. Run away again, Mark. Hurt her and then leave. Be your father’s son.
“Never mind,” you continue. “Come with me.”
When you tip your head, Mark stands. He follows you into the kitchen on autopilot, numb as he watches the bloody water circle the drain. It’s only when you turn and take his face in your hands that Mark regains any feeling.
“You with me?” you ask.
“Yeah,” Mark whispers.
“I don’t think you are. You didn’t hurt me, Mark.”
“But I-”
“You didn’t hurt me,” you repeat carefully. “It was an accident.”
“I… I should have done better,” he says, dropping his chin and closing his eyes.
“I bumped my nose against your pretty face and lost a little blood,” you say, smiling at Mark while he’s not looking. “It probably won’t even hurt tomorrow. And if it does? It was worth it to be close to you.”
Mark’s eyes open, his brows pinched as he lifts his eyes to see you. With his face pressed into your hands, you have to resist the urge to step forward and kiss him. He really shouldn't be so cute; it's unfair.
“We can be close,” Mark offers.
“Hmm… Only if you tell me you know it was an accident,” you stipulate.
Mark sighs, longsuffering as if you’ve asked him to move a mountain. “It was an accident,” he grumbles quickly.
“I’m not convinced you believe it.”
Mark whines lowly, then shuffles forward and places his hands on your hips. “It was an accident,” he repeats. “But I’m sorry.”
You nod once. “Then hug me.”
Mark doesn’t hesitate this time, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He pulls you as close as possible, keeping your face tilted away from his shoulder.
Your hand pushes beneath his shirt to trace his spine. “Do you always react that way to blood?” you wonder.
Mark shrugs. Neither of you know if his response was the result of it being you that was bleeding or the things he’s seen as Invincible. It doesn’t matter, not really.
“More,” you request.
“Huh?”
“Can you, like, squeeze me more?” you explain. “This feels really good.”
Mark once promised himself that he’d do anything you asked of him. He’d planned to promise you, so he was practicing in the mirror but never worked up the courage to actually tell you. Still, the intention is there.
Mark’s arms tighten around you until you sigh in contentment, his grip on his increasing slightly. Mark closes his eyes, then hooks his hands behind your upper thighs to place you on the counter.
The credits of the forgotten movie are rolling when you pull back to look at Mark. He smiles, brushing his thumbs over your waist.
“Mark,” you whisper, looking at his lips. “I think we should make sure my face is okay.”
“Yeah,” Mark agrees. “We can go to the ER, or I could call someone.”
“Maybe there’s something we could do here,” you counter.
“Uh…” Mark furrows his brows as he thinks, ignorant of how you watch him.
“Something that requires me putting my face really close to your face, perhaps?” you try.
Mark looks back to your face, a smile spreading across his face. “Oh,” he sighs. “Oh. Uh, ye- yeah, we could do that. Only if that’s what you want.”
“Mark, why else would I have suffered through so much of that movie with you?”
“You could have liked it,” he replies. “I wouldn’t have judged you.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. But if you could kiss me now, that’d be great.”
Mark cups your chin gently, tipping your head to the left before he brushes his lips over yours. It’s just enough of a touch to show you just how desperate you really are, how much you need him. The second kiss is less cautious, less guarded, and far more passionate than the first.
Getting filthy thoughts about fucking older dilf mark…
Like there’s two scenarios that I’m specifically thinking of. The first one is that you’re in a bar with your friends, wearing a incredibly slinky dress because ofc you are !?
Ans you see this man across the bar that can only be described as looking absolutely depressed and gorgeous, you notice he keeps glancing over at you looking almost nervous ?
The other scenario is that yr his kids baby sitter (Yes I am going w that scenario shut up) and ofc mark thought you were beautiful how could he not ??
And whenever the children aren’t around you tease and flirty cheekily with him because oh how hilarious it is to make this gruff ass man get stunned before chuckling at you and telling you to be careful because you don’t know what your getting yourself into.
Either way both end up with you getting your face pushed into a mattress and getting creampied till your crying and drooling !
mark eating you out has been stuck in my head for a good while
mdni. smut. fem!reader. eating u out. fingering. maybe ooc this is my first time writing for him so please forgive me for any transgressions.
”Fuck—, Fuck!!-“ You virtually shriek, slapping a hand over your mouth. You’d never been in such bliss, such pure ecstasy. No man had ever eaten you out so well.
You shriek behind your hand, thighs tightening around Mark’s head. You felt him chuckle against your skin, the laugh sending vibrations through your body. Mark pulled his head up, the lower part of his face gleaming with your pleasure. His hands ran up your thighs, fingertips digging into the tender skin of your hips.
“Shh..” He smiled, kissing along your left thigh, his lips sucking gently at the flesh. “Mom’s downstairs. We knew this was risky,”
You nod quickly, trying to compose yourself as Mark buried his head between your thighs again. Trying, trying, failing. You couldn’t hold back anything you were feeling. Not when his mouth moved the way it did, the delicate lines his tongue traced between your lips, the way he sucked on your clit.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking roughly at the black strands. You squeal louder, only this time your hand wasn’t covering your mouth. You push your head back further into the pillows, a cry escaping your mouth.
No one does it like Mark does. No one has a mouth like Mark does. Maybe it was the Viltrumite in him, because there was no way that this was just ‘human talent’. Mark pulled back, a wet noise breaking the contact of his mouth and your skin.
“If I remember correctly,” Mark murmured, splitting your lips and spitting between them, eliciting a small cry from you.
“You’re tight,” Was the last thing he said before shoving two fingers deep inside of you. Your eyes widened, back arching off of the bed. You slapped a hand over your mouth once again, sharp pants escaping your mouth, muffled by your palm. Mark pumped his fingers in and out, in and out. It was raw pleasure and passion. You keep repeating to yourself in your mind, a phrase you can’t seem to pull out of your head:
It’s been a few months since the many variants of Invincible wreaked havoc upon your city.
Life for many is trying to get back into the groove it was in before. Tragedy for the many casualties is the one thing that’ll never leave or change.
The Spring Formal is still on and somehow, it seems kind of silly to be fretting over your dress and heels and shoes and—
Mark’s caller ID pops up on your phone, momentarily pausing your inner troubles.
“Hey, you.”
You hear his smile through the phone and it makes you smile instinctively. “Hey.”
Mark taps the speaker icon as he changes out of his superhero suit. “I finally found something to wear this Saturday.”
“You could’ve pulled off the Adam Sandler look.”
His laugh is muffled by the t-shirt sliding over his face but you hear it nonetheless.
“What time you gonna come pick me up, Invinciboy?”
He groans in annoyance and you giggle wildly at him.
“You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?”
“Nope!” You enunciate the ‘p’.
It’s Saturday evening.
Currently, five minutes till five; the time Mark’s supposed to pick you up.
Your hair is styled nicely, your dress a pretty pale yellow.
You took inspiration from Andie’s dress in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003) and thought it’d be a subtle nod to your superhero boyfriend’s colors.
The dress is a gorgeous spaghetti strapped silk gown with a sweetheart neckline.
The jewelry is kept simple; a thin chain rests on your collarbones, a small watch wrapped around your wrist with pearl earrings adorning your ears.
Your strappy heels are a glossy black and add three inches to your height, perfect for a slow dance moment!
You’re looking over yourself in a full body length mirror, your eyes skim over your face and body.
You look beautiful , you feel beautiful.
You’re coming down the stairs when you hear Mark’s voice mixed in with your parents’ laughter.
When did he get here?
You turn the corner and the lively atmosphere morphs into one of quiet admiration.
Your mom is in awe, she marvels over the amazing reflection of herself. You’re a wonderful image.
“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers.
Tears prick her eyes as you hug her and your dad is holding back the urge to see you as you used to be all those years ago. Back when you were trying on your mom’s dresses and experimenting with her makeup and jewelry and shoes.
He simply nods and hugs you, his chin resting on your head. “You look very nice.” He says.
“Thank you.” You shyly reply.
Mark is staring and how can he not? You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and you’re his girlfriend now. Your beauty enhances from his love, he thinks.
Your parents part and let you and Mark have some time with this first look.
“Wow.” He sighs as his eyes take you in.
They innocently wander across the expansion of your figure and you silently do the same.
“That good, huh?” You smirk.
Mark doesn’t have it in himself to fight your teasing because right now, he’s feeling sappy.
His eyes shine with an intensity that show the fireworks you’ve set off in his heart.
“You’re beautiful.”
The speed your confidence boils down to a timid attitude is that of a world record timing.
You instantly look down on the floor from his gaze and interlock your fingers together.
“Thank you, handsome.” You smile.
He nods to himself and chuckles. “No problem.” His cheeks tinged a light pink.
Mark holds his elbow out for you to take and you do. Your arm interlocks with his and you walk outside, a soccer mom van awaiting as your chariot.
Courtesy of William.
You and the girls make a move on taking photos while Mark, Rick and William get some food and chat with Amber’s boyfriend.
You take a quick glance at Mark and see him looking at you.
It’s cheesy but the world around you quiets down when your eyes meet his. Like there’s a secret language you speak with your eyes alone.
The DJ puts on a slow song and all the couples hit the floor.
You look at Eve apologetically but she shrugs it off. “I’ll be alright, Y/n. Don’t worry.”
You nod and turn around to find Mark already two steps ahead of you.
“May I have this dance?” He asks with the suave of a nineteenth century duke.
“You may.”
Mark’s hands find your hips and your hands find his shoulders.
Being this close, gently swaying side to side while looking into each other’s eyes feels so intimate. A feeling of peace clouds the air and for the first time, Invincible can take a backseat and let Mark Grayson drive the car.
“This is nice.” He says.
“Mhm.” You nod once, twice.
Your fingers interlock behind his neck and it causes his neck hairs to arise.
“That tickles.” He huffs out.
Your lips split into a grin and you shake your head. “You’re so romantic.”
He shrugs and smiles back, taking a moment to really look at you.
He sees all of which makes you unique. Your makeup may cover up the moles and freckles and scars that litter your face but it only enhances your beauty for him.
The slight curve of your nose, your round cheeks and soft jaw.
Your eyes, though have a magnetic field of their own. They draw him in and make him never want to look away.
“You’re staring.” You mumble out, your bashful nature coming to the surface.
He blinks and lets the corners of his lips quirk up. “I can’t stop.”
You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace.
It’s a different kind of spring this year. A spring that’s relatively normal, easygoing. The kind that is the start of a new beginning and makes you hope, same time next year?
mark grayson who looooves pulling you into his lap and adores your scent so much…like he’s addicted to being close to you just so he can bury his nose in your hair after a long day :,)
100 times yes. you are very correct thank you for this anon!!
mark grayson x fem!reader ✦ cw for light suggestive content at the end
mark grayson loves having you in his lap. seriously, it’s probably his favourite thing ever. it’s sort of a weird obsession of his. he doesn’t remember when it started, all he knows is that he cannot and will not go a day without having you sit in his lap at least once, especially after a long day. he likes how it feels, how you feel — the weight of you, your warmth, your scent — and it makes him feel needed, like he could protect you from anything.
if you’re on the sofa together, he won’t let you sit on your own unless you specifically ask for space (you never do; you once did, as a joke, and he left you alone but got so pouty that you caved within a few minutes and told him you were only joking. he took it like a champ but you haven’t done it since). as soon as you sit down he’s immediately gonna tug you into his lap and position you on top of him, either with your back pressed to his chest, his arms looped around your middle and his chin tucked over your shoulder. or he’ll have you sit sideways, an arm around your waist and a hand squeezing your thigh, listening to you talk, or watching the tv but stealing glances at you so often he misses half of the show you’re watching. but his absolute favourite is when your straddle him, your thighs pressed to his and your knees folded on either side of his hips. he’ll hold your waist or rub your back and you’ll just melt into him, your body turning to putty in his hands. mark fucking loves it.
he likes it even more when you’re in his lap and he’s kissing you. it usually starts off slow and innocent. mark will be sitting in bed with you in his lap and he’s supposed to be reading his comic, but he gets distracted by the slope of your neck, your skin practically begging to be kissed. he’ll lean in and press the bridge of his nose to the side of your neck. your hair smells like coconut, sweet and nutty, and mark finds he can’t stop himself from burying his face in your neck and breathing in your intoxicating scent, your sweet perfume and your coconut shampoo, the citrusy laundry detergent that clings to your soft sweater. before he know it, mark is pressing kisses to your neck and along the hill of your shoulder.
you’ll giggle softly and murmur his name like a prayer, folding your arm behind you to card your fingers through mark’s hair. after that it escalates quickly — mark kisses your neck til you’re breathless and then flips you around so you’re chest to chest, your thighs falling open over his. then he kisses you on the mouth and feels you shudder in his lap, which only spurs him on more. mark will kiss you til you’re both dizzy, and more times than not it will end with your clothes piled on the floor with his!
+ bonus: mark loves dry humping…having you in his lap sighing and moaning his name while you desperately roll your hips against his….yeah he loves that shit (should I expand on this yes or yes)
OH MY GODD yes mark would so love dry humping…like i just know he loves hearing the urgency in your breath🫣🫣
yeah yes absolutely. let’s all get on the mark loves dry humping train rn!! (this was supposed to be an informal blurb thing but i ended up actually writing it properly oops)
mark grayson x fem!reader ⭑ smut 18+ , MDNI !!
mark grayson comes home from a long, tiring day of hero work, and all he wants is you. he hasn’t seen you since early this morning while you were still sleeping — he wanted so badly to wake you up, but you were so peaceful he couldn’t wouldn’t be able to stand himself if he did — and he’s been thinking about you all day.
he finds you sitting in bed reading your book, freshly showered, your face all dewy and clean, pretty as ever wearing one of his old shirts with your hair tucked away from your face. you look up as he climbs through the open window.
“mark!” you beam, “you’re home.”
mark’s bones ache as he drags himself over to the bed and finds himself tumbling into you, his head in your lap and his arms pushing around your waist. you let out a soft oomph! as you catch his weight in your lap.
“hi, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough. he pushes the bridge of his nose into your ribs and inhales your scent unabashedly.
you giggle softly. “tickles,” you say. your hands crawl up his shoulders, one hand dipping into the hair at the nape of his neck. “hi, handsome. missed you.”
mark could drop dead with how much he loves you. “missed you too, angel,” he mumbles into your stomach.
you push your fingers into his hair, scratching softly as his scalp. “you’re sweaty,” you say, amusement colouring the edges of your voice. “wanna take a shower?”
mark whines into your shirt. “jus’ wanna stay here with you. need you, pretty girl.”
you laugh, sounding both shocked and pleased, and bring your hand to his forehead, pushing your fingers into his hairline. you tug on his hair, using the leverage to lift his head. mark looks up at you, his chin pressed to your stomach.
“take a shower,” you say, soft as ever. “then you can come back here and we’ll do whatever you want.”
mark likes the sound of that. he allows himself one kiss to your pretty lips and then takes off to shower at lightning speed.
when he gets back, his hair still damp and his skin still warm from the hot water, he crawls into bed with you, ignoring his aching muscles.
“come here,” he murmurs, reaching for you. you shuffle closer as mark takes your hips in his hands, tugging you close.
you end up half in his lap, one knee slotting between his thighs. mark watches as you get comfortable — you’re so pretty it almost hurts. he leans in and kisses you deeply, unable to stop himself. you inhale sharply like you weren’t expecting it, but you kiss him back, your lips impossibly soft, your scent engulfing him. you smell like heaven to him, everything he’s ever wanted right here in his hands.
“missed you so much,” mark mumbles into your mouth.
you hum in response. mark kisses you again, slower this time, his tongue sliding against yours languidly, his thumb creeping under the hem of your shirt to push slow circles into the soft skin of your hip.
you sigh into the kiss and curl your fingers into the collar of mark’s shirt. his heart thumps in his chest, wanting more of you.
“come closer,” he murmurs, pulling away an inch to carefully adjust your body so you’re fully in his lap and straddling him. mark watches your shirt ride up your thighs, revealing your bare skin and the hem of your underwear.
it’s enough to make his breath stutter, and he leans in to kiss you again, hungrier this time, his hands sliding to your thighs to squeeze at the plump there. his mouth works away at yours diligently, slow and deliberate, savouring the taste of you, swallowing the little sighs you let out, loving the way you shudder when his tongue laps at yours lazily.
and the thing about mark is that it takes very little to turn him on. so after a few minutes of kissing you like this (and given the fact he’s been wanting you all day), he’s already hard.
you feel it, too, because you pull away, your lips shiny and kiss bitten. you’re breathless as your eyes flicker down to his lap and back up again, and then you ask, “what d’you want to do?”
mark loves you for wanting to give him whatever he wants. but he shakes his head. “jus’ wanna stay like this, baby. wanna make you feel good.”
your hand climbs to his shoulder, curving around the base of his neck. “okay.”
mark leans in to kiss your neck. he presses his mouth to your warm skin, feeling you shiver as he works his way up your neck and back down again. he finds your pulse point, kisses you there, feels your rapid heartbeat under his mouth. he starts to suck at your skin gently and you tilt your head, baring your neck for him.
“mark…” you sigh.
mark groans softly into your neck, spurred on, loving the way his name sounds on your tongue, needy and desperate. his hands grip at your hips almost desperately, tugging you closer, closer.
your clothed core rubs against his length and you let out a helpless little sound that mark loves, your breath catching in your throat. you pause, let out a breath, and then you roll your hips over his again, a deliberately slow, circular motion. mark feels the pleasure all over, his limbs growing suddenly heavy with it.
you do it again, and mark groans into your neck. “feels so good, angel,” he breathes out.
you continue to drag your hips over his, again and again, bracing your hands on his shoulders while mark pulls his face away from your neck. he’s electric with pleasure, loving the way you get a little bit more desperate with each roll of your hips, your sighs getting louder every time. mark drinks in the sight of you, your cheeks flushed and your neck red where he’s been bullying your skin.
mark takes your hips in his hands and helps you, guiding them over him so you don’t have to do all the work on your own. the friction between you builds and builds like a wave about to crash.
everything turns into a cloudy haze of pleasure, lazy but heavy all the same. soon, your underwear is soaked through and mark is aching for you, wanting more of this, more of you.
mark keeps you steady as you continue to grind against him. he kisses your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, the space underneath your eye.
after a while of you grinding down on him, your breathing turns urgent, and you grip his shoulders harder, fingers digging into his flesh.
“mark,” you breathe out, half moan half sigh.
“i’ve got you,” mark murmurs back.
a pretty whine falls from your lips and mark bucks up into you involuntarily, spurred by the sound of you. you whine again at the contact. it’s all sparks and white hot pleasure. you bury your face in mark’s neck, the bridge of your nose pressing to his pulse point.
“keep going,” mark encourages softly, his hands on your hips, guiding as he pushes up into you. “i’ve got you, baby. you’re doing so good.”
you breathe hard into his neck, urgent, desperate, your breath hot on his skin. mark holds you steady and helps you ride out your high, revelling in the pretty sounds you make, the way your breath stutters and you sigh out his name as your thighs clench around him.
when it’s over, you melt into him. mark curves his arms around your waist and helps you down so you’re laying on his chest. you fall asleep like that, but mark, tired as he is, stays up a little longer watching you sleep and wondering how he got so lucky.
yeah literally like i can’t believe they’ve barely touched on her this season like wth! also a mark thought for you, he’s the type of guy that would help you with any assignments and would be sooo lovely about it. wouldn’t make you feel like an idiot if you got things wrong and would probably reward you when you inevitably end up getting really good marks. (does this make sense. hopefully it makes sense 😭)
girl yes thank you so much! this is totally self indulgent cause I’m sort of in the uni trenches rn I need him to save me
mark grayson x fem!reader
mark grayson who will genuinely sit with you for hours helping you with your assignments if he has to! you could be moping at your desk stressing about how much work you have to do and mark will just quietly sit down with you and ask how he can help. he knows you’re capable and smart enough to do it on your own, but if you’re stressed or upset about it he’s gonna do anything he can to help you.
mark will go over your study notes with you, he’ll proofread your essays, he’ll even do research for you if you need him to. he’ll rub your back or play with your hair if it helps you to feel more calm. he’ll make food for you if you haven’t eaten, and he’ll stay up late with you so you’re not alone, no matter how tired he is!
if you’re studying for a test, mark will go over the questions with you, patient as a saint. he never makes you feel stupid when you get something wrong, only gently prompts you to “try that one again, baby, you’ve almost got it,” and he always rewards you with a warm kiss whenever you get something right. he’s so soft with you too, calling you “sweetheart” every other sentence, tucking your hair behind your ears for you if it gets in your face while you’re typing on your laptop, telling you how smart you are and proud he is the whole time.
and mark totally goes overboard when you get your grades back. even if your score isn’t super high, he does not care! he treats you like you won a nobel prize or something, hugging you so hard he almost crushes you, telling you that you can get whatever you want for dinner (he’s paying duh), and probably taking you out on a shopping spree, cause he loves spoiling you and seeing you wear and use things that he bought for you!
(and when you get home later that night, he takes you to the bedroom and lets you use him however you want, all the while praising you for how smart you are and how good you did. he’s just soooo proud of you and he does everything in his power to make sure you know that <3)
