Summary: You aren't naiive enough to believe that Mark Grayson would never get bored of you, so when he starts creating distance, you try your best to not let it eat you up inside. You didn't really give yourself the space to consider that maybe he was avoiding you for... other reasons. Reasons that have to do with fucking you open until you're-
well, you know.
wc: 1.7k
Tags: mark grayson x reader, no use of yn, viltrumite biology strikes again, breeding kink, desperate!mark grayson, sweet!mark grayson, dom!mark grayson, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving)
When Mark started putting distance between you last week, you figured that this was finally it; your superhero boyfriend had gotten bored of you, or tired of you, or was now generally unimpressed by your level of normal. You’d fought back tears every time an invitation to come over was brushed off, looked the other way when you’d seen him hanging out with William later that day. You were preparing yourself for the inevitable heartbreak, because who were you to convince Invincible to stay with you?
Now Mark is standing in your dark bedroom, the rest of your apartment silent and suspended in time as you stare at him. His suit and hair glisten with rainwater in the flashes of lightning. You can see the rapid pace of his chest moving up and down, up and down.
When he says your name it comes from a place deep in his diaphragm and reverberates against the walls, making the hair on your arms stand on end.
“Mark,” you start, brow furrowing. You refuse to let this end with you falling apart in front of him. When your mouth opens again to continue though, he takes a step towards you.
“I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend lately.” His words sound pained, and a bolt of anxiety shoots down your spine. He watches you cross your arms over your chest as he continues. “I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be. Shit, I’d be really concerned if you weren’t. It wouldn’t be like you-“
“Mark-“
His eyes squeeze close as he continues, ignoring your attempt to interject. “Fuck, I’m bad at this.” Your heart drops, but the burning in the back of your nose isn’t from sadness, it’s from anger.
You take a step towards him, closing the space between you until another flash of lightning reveals the pointed finger you have pressed into his chest, chin lifted to look into the stupid lenses of his mask in defiance.
“Mark Grayson, if you’re going to break up with me, just fucking get it over with.” You seethe. You feel the air around you still as he stops breathing for a moment: it gives you a sense of victory. Like, got you now, asshole.
After a beat, he snaps out of whatever stupor you put him in. His fingers find the bottom of his mask, tugging it over his head and letting it fall to the floor beside you. His lips are parted in surprise, and now that you can actually see his eyes a little bit in the negligible light, you can tell they’re wide.
“Break up with you?” He asks, and you scoff, making to pull your hand away.
“I’m not stupid,” you start to say just as his large, warm hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you back up against him.
Actually, not warm. His hand is hot.
“Oh my Go- shit, of course you’re not stupid!” His voice has a level of panic to it, but your mind is more focused on the heat radiating off of his body; heat that’s abnormal, even for him. “I’ve been trying to keep my distance because of this… this stupid, violating, awful Viltrumite thing and I can’t stop it- I’ve tried to stop it, deal with it alone but I can’t-“
Mark’s hand is shaking now, and when there’s yet another flash of lightning you notice that his pupils are blown wide enough to conceal the entirety of his chocolate brown irises. You step closer, free hand landing on his chest and picking up the rapid beat of his heart.
You leave no room for question when you tell him, “Talk to me.”
Just the slightest second more of hesitation, then he breaks. "It's like... Viltrumite second puberty," He explains, shoulders slumping. You make a small sound of surprise- definitely not what you'd expected.
"My dad explained it when I got my powers, but... I dunno, the way he talked about it made it seem like something I could muscle through on my own." He takes a shuddering breath. "There's really no, polite way to say it? So..." Mark's hand trails from your wrist up your arm, the other moving to rest heavily on your hip. You let out a small gasp when he tugs you up against him, your fronts pressing together in a way that leaves no room to mistake how hard he's straining against the front of his suit. "I need to fuck you- no, I need to, to breed you." He admits.
Heart racing, you catch his eyes trained on your mouth. The words spill through your blood smooth as syrup, the meaning making liquid fire gather between your legs. You don't know if the desire is all you, or if Mark's weird alien genetics make him emit some kind of pheromone, but either way you are definitely not as freaked out by his words as you probably should be.
You swallow, a thick feeling in your throat.
Mark continues, the words falling out of his mouth before he can check them, fingers digging into your skin through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. "I've been like this for like, two weeks baby. All I can think about is you. All I want to taste is your skin, or fuck," he barks a short, ironic laugh and starts crowding you toward your bed, refusing to put even a sliver of space between you. "-taste your cunt." The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and Mark sits you down and parts your thighs to stand between them, gazing reverently down at you. "That's why I couldn't be near you. I couldn't even smell you without getting bricked. It's been torture." The fingers of his right hand find themselves buried in your hair absently, drawing the strands into a messy ponytail in his fist. "Just want to bend you over every second of the day. Keep you fucked full of my cum, never needing to leave until I get you pregnant. And it's so, so awful, because the human part of me feels disgusting." He pauses then, the thumb of his free hand moving to trace softly over the plush of your bottom lip, then pressing into your mouth ever so slightly.
"But the thing is, I don't have much human in me."
And in that moment, with Mark Grayson looking down at you like he wants to consume your very soul, you decide the kind of woman you want to be. A woman who can enjoy what will probably be life changing sex while also having an IUD.
"Well, who are we to defy nature?" You joke dryly. You're trying your best to look unbothered, but you know that the sound of your heartbeat betrays you.
The grin Mark gives in response is wolfish. Even in the dark room that shakes with thunder, you can see the glint of those impossibly sharp canines.
He wastes no more time bending into your space, removing his thumb from your lip and replacing it with his own. There's no way to describe the kiss (if one could even call it that,) other than claiming. His tongue licks into you, the only thing keeping you sitting upright being the hand behind your head.
Your breath comes out in pants in the slivers of seconds he affords you, the whole experience dizzying and disorienting. His other hand has hiked up your shirt, his blazing skin scorching the flesh of your stomach up to your breasts. You squeak into his mouth when he takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, playing with you like you're an instrument.
When he finally leaves your mouth kiss-bruised and sore, he unceremoniously rips the shirt over your head then pushes you back by the shoulders to land on your back. He discards your shorts and underwear the same way, and in seconds you find yourself completely bare and pliant for him, laying breathless on your back while he towers over you in that skintight suit.
"So fucking beautiful," he breathes out. Reverent kisses are pressed to your skin then, Mark making his way down your prone body until he's sunk to his knees between your parted thighs. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your cunt, drinking you in. Heat flushes your cheeks the longer he stares, but when you go to shut your knees his hands push them immediately apart again, wider than before.
"Nothing you haven't already seen," the embarrassment seeps into the words, but he doesn't respond. Just licks his lips before leaning down, using the width of his shoulders to keep you spread open for him and letting his thumbs glide through the wetness pooling on your skin.
When the heat of his tongue meets your clit, you throw your head back in a choked moan. A hum of a laugh buzzes through your nerves when Mark presses in deeper, seemingly trying to consume you through your pussy.
You're filled with pure electricity. The feeling waxes and wanes in you, Mark knowing exactly how to play you to keep you balanced on that knife edge precipice of orgasm. It's maddening but it's so delicious that it leaves your brain filled with cotton and your ears ringing.
When he's not tonguing your clit or trying to fuck into you, he enters with two long, broad fingers while his teeth leave bite marks in the skin of your inner thighs. Your hands grapple for purchase in the sheets below you, but there's no grounding you from this high.
When he finally leans away, the lower half of his face is shiny with slick. His hair is messy and his shoulders heave with long breaths- not because he's tired or winded, but because he wants to smell you.
Propping yourself up on shaky elbows, you watch him lick his fingers clean, then his lips.
"My sweet girl," He says, climbing to his feet. His costume comes off in a flash, leaving the contours of his muscles heavily shadowed in the low light, only fully visible in the shine of lightning. "Gonna look so gorgeous leaking my cum from this pussy, yeah?" He says it in a way that makes it seem both like a promise, but also a request for permission. You nod dumbly in response.
"Yeah," you say in agreement. Mark gathers you in his arms and places you higher on the bed, your head resting on a pillow. His body encapsulates your own when he climbs on top of you, pressing another claiming kiss to your mouth.
And he doesn't make you wait any longer.
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Note: Might come back to this to continue later <3
I might be planning a little something for October...
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If you don't know, my birthday is in October so I take all things Halloween and spooky VERY seriously. It's my favorite holiday and just my favorite time of year in general. Now that I broke the seal this year and started posting my writing publicly, I want to try participating in Kinktober.
These aren't finalized ideas yet, just a sneak peak 😈💀 a proper masterlist will be out 10/1 so stay tuned 🎃
“Wow.” Marks mouth dropped as he watched her exit the bathroom in baby blue lace lingerie the lace hugging her waist and thighs. His eyes raked over her body and he could feel his pants getting tighter. He diverted his attention not wanting to appear rude or creepy. That earned a chuckle from her as she walked towards him and stood in between his spread legs. “You can stare all you want. You can touch all you want.” She spoke with a heartfelt voice that made him feel calm and comfortable for what happens next. His hands slowly rose to rub the side of her thighs as she ran a hand through his hair. He looked up at her with his big brown eyes that held so much desire with a hint of nervousness.
Y/N smiled biting the side of her lip at the sight of him, he looked so cute and innocent under her trying to keep a respectful gaze. “You’re so beautiful. I um I’ve never done this before.” He blushed sliding his hands to her hips caressing the bones with his thumbs. “It’s okay Mark, we’ll take it slow. Tell me if you want me to stop okay?” Her eyes softened as she caressed his cheeks, she was going to take her time with him and make him feel amazing. She was taking his virginity after all… “Trust me I won’t you to stop.” His eyes gleamed as his smile stretched across his face smiling like a kid in a candy shop.
She straddled him watching as his breathing quickened as he licked his lips and his grip got a little bit tighter. “Can I take your shirt off?” He nodded his head as she played with the hem of his shirt. “I need words baby.” “Yes.” He jumped out of desperation and she smiled pulling his shirt over his head heat immediately heading to her core at the sight of his bare torso. He was ripped. “Holy shit Mark, you’re so fucking sexy.” She could feel her clit throbbing at just the sight of him. He let out a quiet moan at the praise his jaw clenching as his eyelids fluttered close.
She leaned down to capture his lips letting him get used to the rhythm and explore. “I-I’m sorry.” He apologized when they pulled apart and she pouted. “Don’t apologize for anything Mark. You’re doing so good.” She kissed him again sliding her tongue into his mouth and he did the same and slowly sucked on her tongue as an experiment. She moaned softly into his mouth her hips lightly grinding against his. “Do that again.” She pleaded and he sucked on her tongue again feeling proud. She pulled away from his lips and kissed down his jaw making her way to his neck as he tilted his head to the side allowing her more access.
She kissed down his body placing teasing pecks along his waistband as he squirmed. “May I?” She slipped a finger into his waistband looking up into his eyes and she could tell he was overthinking. “Baby we don’t have to-” “N-No I want to, I’m just nervous of what you’ll think.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly, what if she wasn’t impressed with his length? What if she’s had bigger? “You don’t have to be nervous my love. You’re perfect. I love everything about you.” She emphasized, kissing his boner over his pants and rubbing his thighs.
She slowly unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down his legs, his boxers soon to follow. She was face to face with his length and she physically drooled at the sight a blush covering her face when she realized. Marks confidence grew a little bigger when watching his girlfriend drool on his thigh at the sight of his cock. The insecurity washing away. “Fuck baby it’s beautiful.” His tip was red and leaking precum, it slowly dripping down his shaft. She gripped the base causing Mark to groan. She began moving her hand up and down watching as Marks face contorted in pleasure. She dipped her head down her tongue darting out to lick up all of his precum.
“You taste delicious. I’m gonna make sure I get every last drop of your cum.” Her dirty words along with her hands and mouth working on his cock made him see stars. He was already so embarrassingly close. She hallowed her cheeks taking him whole in her mouth her nose brushing against his pelvis each time she bobbed her head up and down. Blissful moans escaped his pretty lips as he gripped the bedsheets. She grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of her head. She continued sucking and licking around his cock as his hands threaded themselves in her hair pulling gently when he was close.
She felt his legs start to shake as his moans grew louder and were broken. “You gonna cum baby?” She teased wrapping her lips around his tip sucking harshly and soon paired it with her tongue swirling around. “P-please let me cum.” He begged as his body started to tremble and attempted to squirm away from the pleasure. She held his thighs down and his cock was twitching in her mouth and he released into her mouth and she took it all her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the delicious taste of his seed. When he was done she lifted off his cock swallowing the rest and licking the leftover off of his cock.
His arm was thrown over his eyes as he tried to control his breathing after his first ever orgasm from a woman. “That was….wow.” He was at a loss of words there were no words to describe the pleasure he just endured. She giggled quietly rubbing and kissing his thighs as he cooled down from his orgasm and she kitten licked his tip and the side of his cock making him twitch from sensitivity.
“Can you handle more?” Her voice was seductive as she climbed into his lap pushing him down against the mattress, her entrance lined up with his cock. He nodded his head eagerly before she gently but firmly grabbed his jaw. “What’d I say about words baby?” “Yes I can handle more.” He quickly fixed himself not wanting her to be disappointed with him. “Good boy.” She captured his lips as she sunk down onto him and he gasped into her mouth whining pathetically as his head fell back against the pillow.
“You still okay my love?” She rubbed his cheek watching as he struggled to open his eyes the pleasure being so much. “Feels too good.” He looked so blissfully fucked out his cheeks were flushed his eyes glassy and desperate filled with desire. “Want me to stop?” She teased lifting off of his cock until only his tip was left and his eyes widened fearing she would get off. “No! No please don’t.” She smirked sinking back down and clenching around him as she bounced on his cock. He was a moaning little mess his hands roaming all of her body gripping at every inch of her skin. “Keep moaning for me baby, you sound so fucking pretty.” His moans only made her wetter.
Her head dropped to the space between his shoulder and neck and he nearly came again when she was moaning and panting in his ear. “You’re so deep feels so good.” She sucked a red mark into his shoulder her tongue sliding across it when she was done and she lightly grazed it with her teeth. He shivered under her touch and he watched as she bounced harder on his cock her tits bouncing right in front of his face. He licked his lips before leaning forward and catching her nipple between his mouth sucking on it gently. “Mmph.” She moaned at the new feeling he was giving her and rolled her hips and spelt her name silently claiming him.
Mark began sucking harder and switched to the other nipple his tongue licking around the bud. He felt her pussy fluttering around him and god he was so close to release and she could feel it too. “Cum in me baby. Let me feel all of you.” She encouraged and she felt his cum spurt into her and she came with a moan/scream as her release dropped out of her and down his cock. They were a panting mess, his hands ran up and down her back as they caught their breath. She slowly got off of him and winked before scooting down and taking his cock in her mouth again. She moaned at their combined taste her eyes rolling in the back of her head at how delicious it was. Meanwhile he was even more of a whimpering mess his hips jerking at the overstimulation and trying to squirm away.
She released his cock from her mouth wiping the corner of her mouth and laying next to him. “That was euphoric. Thank you.”
“So I can assume this was a good first time?” She giggled kissing his nose as he laughed breathlessly nodding his head. “It was perfect. You’re perfect everything was perfect.”
He also loves the idea of eating her out while she sits on his face.
But it’s only an idea at the moment due to said girlfriend refusing to let him do so, some stuff about 'being too heavy' or 'you need air to live', all of which he has very logically given rebuttals to ‘I can lift the moon’ or ‘I don’t even have to breath in space’.
Being said girlfriend, there are very few excuses you have left to give. So, as his tongue runs over the little pudge on your stomach, sinking his teeth in the skin with a groan, your hands in his hair, you give into his whines.
“Are you 100% sure you won’t die?” You ask for like the millionth time as you sit on his chest, his finger already stuffed deep in your cunt, stretching you out.
He pulls you forward by your thighs, your cunt just next his chin, and he lifts his head a bit to lick at your entrance “fuck..” he mumbles into your slick, tongue rolling around your hole.
You throw your head back, eyes rolling towards your forehead as he holds your thighs and latches his lips onto your clit. “Mark- mar-mark!” You say breathlessly, one hand grabbing the headboard for support.
He takes the chance when you’re off guard to grab behind your thighs and slam you down onto his face, your weight falling onto him.
You can hear the wetness as he licks you, the way your hips jut around automatically, and your soft sweet moans and whines. Mark keeps a hold of your hips, fingers digging in hard.
Your breath gets shallow, voice goes a bit quiet and he knows you’re close, his tongue prods at your clit till you’re melting and shaking on top of him, hands gripping his hair hard.
You most definitely can!!! Apologies for going MIA chat, real life has been... a trip lately.
You knew early on that for Mark Grayson, guaranteed, extended time off is more than a luxury; it's a needle in a haystack. You didn't expect to get a honeymoon, if you're being totally honest. Figured Cecil would let you and Mark have your one day for a ceremony, and that would be that.
Yet here you are, lying on your stomach on a lounge chair in Fiji, your own private villa behind you and your delectable new husband rubbing sunscreen into your back. His infinitely strong hands feel heavenly on your skin. He’s taking his time with it, but you can’t say you mind.
He’s humming as he carefully massages you, fingers rubbing soothing circles into the muscles of your lower back. He’s sitting on your legs for the best leverage, the strings of your bikini top having mysteriously come untied at some point in the transition. Mark’s voice is husky when it meets your ears, calling your attention.
“This feel good, honey?” He asks, and it sounds so earnest you fall in love with him all over again. For a superhero whose skillset is mostly all about strength and impenetrability, you can hear the vulnerability in his voice.
You moan softly when his hands travel lower, just above the waistband of your bikini. He chuckles, pressing just the littlest bit harder. “Guess that’s a yes, hm?” He teases. You nod into your folded arms, heat gathering in your core.
The whole trip he’s been like this; doting on you, taking care of you, being the sweet man you fell in love with.
His hand falls to grip the meat of your ass for a moment, reminding you of some other things he’s been doing since you arrived five days ago.
“Mark-“ you start to say. He hums an acknowledgment, warm fingers working the flesh and muscle like he’s kneading dough. He toys with the thong string of your bathing suit like it’s some sort of game to make you squirm, and it’s working. Every time he tugs on it enough to pull the fabric tighter against your clit, you stiffen just the tiniest amount. The pressure is barely enough to tease, but he knows there’s few things that get you more wound up than a massage.
“My beautiful wife,” he murmurs, thumb pulling the string out of his way. Your face burns as you mutter back;
“My handsome husband.”
He gently swipes a finger through your wetness, a gravelly sound coming from him that makes you clench. Fuck, he's perfect.
Mark presses a kiss to the tan skin of your lower back, continuing to play with you. "Gotta fuck you good enough you'll forgive me for all the missions I'll have to go on when we get back," he says.
You press back into his hand, just enough that he barely starts to stretch you open.
"Let's just think about how we want to spend the rest of the honeymoon, hm?" Your voice is breathy when you speak, sparks dancing under your flesh where Mark's free hand is resting.
