ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove me a loser — ꒰ mark lee ꒱. [bf hcs] ㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !
loser-bf!mark & fem!reader
〃syn: so innocent, so sweet, he's like a lamb except when you know how to push him ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: smut [mdni] , all lower case , clit play , fingering , shy-mark , turns bit bold tho , he has a boner while doing the business for you , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes
loser-bf!mark who talks to you as if you’re the most precious being ever discovered on earth. and to him? you absolutely are. his tone goes warm, gentle, silky. his words are being careful and meaningful.
loser-bf!mark who actually stutters. like full-on blabbering. yes, he’s soft. but the second you’re just an ounce more affectionate? his brain stops forming sentences in an understandable way.
loser-bf!mark who doesn’t touch you. well, not until you give permission of course. he’s a loser but also a gentleman with his whole damn heart. and he’d rather not touch you than be it in a way that’s even a bit uncomfortable for you. he keeps his hands off.
loser-bf!mark who won’t manipulate. he can’t. not like in a way he doesn’t know, he can’t do that to you. you’re precious, you’re everything. guilt tripping? feeling bad even if it’s not intentional. if he knows you’re sad or hurt by him, his poor little soul crumbles into actual pieces. what’s his purpose if not making you smile and giggling beside him?
loser-bf!mark who isn’t an actual loser outside the relationship. he’s just, well, quiet. he doesn’t turn a lot of heads by keeping himself low. he’s still funny and jokes around, but around you? he can’t keep off the flush from his face, his heartbeat quickens the second you lock eyes and he’s snapping his head away like he got caught doing something bad.
loser-bf!mark who at first, tapped his pinky on your skin repeatedly, hoping you’ll take the hint -and when you did, he just froze- and you were like. isn’t this what you wanted? a small, dumb nod and you just squeezed your hand tighter.
loser-bf!mark who gets so easily turned on, the first time a soft laugh slipped from you. he’s so cute, isn’t he? god bless him, he gives such an easy job to have his needs fulfilled by you. but once he’s in the mood, you can’t claw him off.
loser-bf!mark who has an addiction to your taste and smell. some might think he’s a dog. which in reality, isn’t far from the truth. he bites, licks, sucks. and not only your skin. he’s insatiable and feral.
loser-bf!mark who’s intimidated by a pussy. his lips tremble just a bit but are still visible. eyes darting everywhere. wow, we have such nice weather! oh, i didn’t even notice that your plant already grew this much! and that picture behind you, barely visible on the shelf? don’t even ask- he just can’t. lock. eyes. with. it. it looks so soft, pretty pink flushed color, and your smell doesn’t help either. but wait! not in a bad way- it’s just so uniquely you, sweet, curling around him like faint smoke.
loser-bf!mark who first dips his index finger through your slick folds, hands bit shaky. it’s okay, he’ll get there eventually.
loser-bf!mark who gulps down the biggest lump in his throat as his digit bumps into your swelled up clit, instantly making you twitch and buck your hips up. cute tip leaning a shameful, dark spot on the front of his sweats -which he doesn’t even notice until you either stifle a giggle or laugh, looking at it directly, and that’s when he realizes his problem too.
loser-bf!mark who had control -somewhat- over the situation so far, until now. burning shame settled in his gut, hand almost retreat when yours shot out to take grip on his wrist, halting his movements. poor boy thinks your find it pitiful, disgusting, even. like, please, who ruins their clothes in the first five minutes of getting to do your girlfriend for the first time? does this make him look like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing?
loser-bf!mark who’s apologizing, you have to hush down, encouragement is needed to guide him further. he’ll mess up. he’s now very aware of his hard-on. and aware of the fact that you’re aware of it too. what if you expected more from him? and if he ends up not making you climax, especially in the way you imagined?
loser-bf!mark who doesn’t say a word, but you see into his soul, eyes now uncertain. should he continue? no? and still hesitates even when you finally mutter out the quiet, “it’s okay. i want you to continue.”
loser-bf!mark who still just circles around your throbbing clit gingerly, tip of finger occasionally dipping in your cunt, just to explore. and is totally blind to the silent plea of your hips raising toward him.
loser-bf!mark who when finally eases one finger in, takes your whimpering and whining as a stop, so far until you beg for more.
loser-bf!mark, now with his middle and ring finger nestled in your clutching head, the pads prob against your walls a few times, hopelessly searching for that sweet spot that supposedly hid in you.
loser-bf!mark, who after finding it, instantly starts ramming his fingers, hitting it harshly over and over again and poor him gets surprised the moment you stop him, wincing in discomfort and clutching his wrist to a stop.
loser-bf!mark who follows your instructions when told not to chase that orgasm like it's a running away deer, grind his fingers, stretch and tease. and the smart boy he is, he does exactly that. when seeing your tensed up muscles melt and relax, courage pooling up and starts to take over his moves again.
loser-bf!mark, who when making you come, by his own hand, feels euphoric and smug deep inside, while the little shaking in your thighs says he did a good job.