BROO i remember reading those back in 2022, dont worry not a weird request lol. 💖
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ── Mark x plug!reader | warning: Drug use (weed), Reader is a plug, Mark Grayson is very into you, Light Dom/sub vibes (Mark being needy)
William was pacing like a madman, final exams were cooking his brain and Mark? Poor guy looks like he hasn't slept in days. “You need to chill out before your head explodes.” William grumbled, scrolling through his contacts.
Mark barely heard him, slumped on Rick’s twin bed with his arms folded behind his head.
“Chill out how?” Mark muttered, He hasnt even been in school this semester due to being on an off planet mission thanks to Cecil.
That's when William sends you a message.
WILLIAM: Hey you still in town? We need u, finals are hell.
You almost ignore it but then a second text comes in.
WILLIAM: mark’s here too, he's stressed. Like really stressed.
You roll your eyes but can't help the smile. Finals always bring the most anxious customers crawling back. You grab your hoodie and toss your stash into the bag and some fruit snacks just in case.
You've known William since your second year of college and you have been his plug since his freshman year. Met him at some campus party, too loud, too packed. But a chill dude and he's loyal too, always comes back to you when things get rough.
But this isn't about him though. Tonight is about his best friend Mark.
You only met him once and it was a brief thing. He would tag along to pick up with William, a few months ago. He didn't say much, just stared a little too long when you handed off the bag.
He didn't know what to expect, but he definitely wasn't expecting you.
“You're the plug?” He said, almost stunned.
“You got a problem with that?” You teased. He didn't answer, just swallowed hard and paid in full. Well overpaid you actually but you never gave it back.
So when you knocked on the door of Rick’s dorm and William opens it, you walk in barely glancing at Mark before tossing William a small zip bag and a disposable lighter. “You owe me,” you said with a wink.
Mark looks up and freezes. You smile, stepping inside slowly. “Heard someone needs to relax.” Mark runs a hand through his hair. “You came fast.”
You raised an eyebrow. “That's not usually something guys complain about.” William coughs out a laugh and tosses the lighter back at you.
“Rick and I are going to grab food. Give Mark the good stuff. Like your extra good stuff.”
Mark handed you a few crumpled bills, way more than you asked for. Rich kid. And leaned back like he hadn't just emptied his wallet without blinking.
You didn't mention it and just tucked the money away and got ready.
Mark’s never been much of a weed guy. Back in high school he was too focused on his grades till he got his superpowers. But college is different and he's stressed, sleep deprived, and exhausted.
William shuts the door behind you with a soft click. Then, you pull your tray out and sit across from Mark. He's watching every moment. “Not what you pictured, is it?" you ask in a casual, teasing voice.
Already coaxing the paper between your fingers, packing it just right. Fingers moving with ease , your hands? They're poetry.
Mark shrugs. “Didn't think you’d be pretty.” You glance up. “Flattery doesn’t get you discounts, y’know.”
“Wasn't asking for one.” His voice is quieter now. You lick the edge of the paper slowly, sealing the blunt with a small smile. You hand it to him, fingers lightly touching against his.
“You gonna hit it, or just stare all night?”
Twenty minutes in, the smoke swirled low. Mark was buzzed, loose, cheeks pink, and red eyes locked on your lips as you talked about your music taste, your worst clients, and how you onced delivered to a frat house that tried to pay in beer and pizza.
He was smiling now. You take a slow hit, your lips brushing the same edge that his lips touched.
And yeah, you feel that stare.
You passed the blunt back to him, “So, like.. You go here?”
“Second year.” you said, blowing out smoke. “Maybe third if i dont fail finals.”
He snorts. “If you're William’s plug and you pass the finals, I might fall in love.” You laugh, but you caught it. The way he said it, soft and too real for someone high.
His eyes lingered, half lidded and heavy, like you were something he wanted to memorize.
“You good?” you asked, watching his eyes slightly widen, “Yeah..” Mark’s voice was a little breathless.
His gaze never left you. He couldn't help it, his eyes kept wondering. Down your neck, to your lips, and back to your eyes.
“You're really pretty,” he blurted out. for the second time You smiled, taking another hit. “Thanks, i know.”
Mark chuckles but it was obvious how affected he was by your presence. You were so close to him. He could smell the sweet scent of your perfume, the faint hint of weed that lingered on your skin.
You noticed. You always noticed. You noticed the way his pupils dilated, how his lips parted and the way his breath hitched when he looked at you.
“So, what now?” You asked, moving closer. The question hung in the air, almost too heavy to answer.
You made the decision for him, leaning forward and brushing your lips against his, just a ghost of a kiss. Mark froze, his body didn't know what to do, but his lips.
His lips responded instantly.
His hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His fingers gently caressing your skin. You pulled away for a breath, eyes barely open as you stared at him.
“Thought you were supposed to be studying for finals.” you teased, your voice low and passionate.
Mark’s hands grab your waist, guiding you closer to him. “I was but i'm enjoying this more.” Before you could reply, his lips were on yours again, this time deeper and hungrier.
You feel him move as he slowly leaned back, pulling you into his lap.
Hands moving to your thighs and squeezing them gently, making you gasp in surprise. “Mark.." You whispered against his lips, but he didn't let you finish. His mouth was on you.
You could feel his lips move against yours, desperate and needy. He tasted like the smoke from the blunt, tangy, His hands gripped your thighs tighter, thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin.
You let out a breathless laugh, “You really want me that bad?”
“Yes,” he groaned, “Please.”
You leaned in and kissed him again, slow, lazy kiss now. Mark’s hands were roaming over your back, his touch so needy.
“You sure you wanna keep going?”
Mark nodded. “I haven't been high in my life.. I just want more of you.” The words made your heart race, your body following his lead, every kiss, every touch, you both liked it and it deepened the hunger that pulsed between you.
And from that night on, it wasn’t just about the weed anymore.
