thinking about mark who loves to eat you out and uses making you feel good as a stress relief for him.
imagining you sitting on the couch when he comes home from work after a long, stressful day, and immediately dropping his bags to make his way over to you. he’s kneeling between your legs before you can even get words out, pulling down your pants and your panties to the side, too impatient to take them off completely. he eats you out like his life depends on it, pent up from how awful his day at work was.
after he makes you cum all over his face and the couch, you’d return the favor even after he denies that no, he doesn’t need you to help him. he only cares about you and you only. he’d praise you the entire time, moaning about how perfect your mouth feels around his cock..
val please save me please val if u can hear me IM LOSING IT..
mark lee x afab!reader
wc: 1.4k-ish
warnings: smut, okay fluff, established relationship, oral (both receiving), praise, pretty nice and they love each other, so i made it too sweet by accident sorry
a/n: bc im bored and procrastinating orgo and this ask is over a year old and im sure winnies birthday has passed so HAPPY BELATED thank u for giving me an excuse not to study
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mark is a little late coming back today.
which really isn’t surprising considering everything, but you can’t help yourself from worrying each time. you packed up the little lunch you made today safely into the refrigerator for when he comes back, and the apartment is quiet for when you have beg him to let you console him (he always gives in). the only sound is a show playing quietly on the tv, with you lounging on the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone as you wait for your boyfriend to come home.
you have these quiet moments to yourself in order to prepare to take care of mark. which is a fairly easy job, considering how much he loves it, even if he tries to keep it a secret. so when he comes back today, a small, awkward smile on his face as he steps in, you think today is another day where you get to smother him with all the care he deserves.
you pat the spot next to you on the couch. mark blinks once, twice, before making it halfway over to you. he stops and stares at you, comfortable in your house clothes, before letting out a quiet breath. before you know it, he lets the backpack hanging off of his shoulder drop to the floor, practically tripping over his own feet as he makes his way over to you.
in a quick moment, he’s dropped to his knees, both of his hands gently raking up your thighs as he puts his chin on his knee, looking up at you with a reverent look, practically begging without speaking.
“mark?” you whisper quietly.
“i know,” he says in a mumbled tone, “i just- i really need this, need you.” he managed before he lets one thumb slip under the bottom hem of your shorts. “today was horrible, and i know that… that you want to take care of me, but please,” he breathes out, warm against your thigh, “please let me eat you out.”
no words come out of you before mark starts tugging at your shorts, pulling them down haphazardly before he laps clumsily at your panties. he lets out a quiet groan, not even bothering to pull down your panties, using two fingers to pull them to the side before he licks a strip up your slit. you let out a whine, your hands making their way to his hair, holding him in place as he begins to eagerly move his mouth against you.
“you have no idea how much i kept thinking about you,” he says through loud licks, “had so many people be so… so picky with me today, but all i could think about was being here with you,” he murmur before sucking on your clit, moving a finger against your entrance. all you can do is sit there, letting out whimpers of his name as you roll your hips against his mouth, pleading for his fingers.
he’s not one to deny you or deny himself the pleasure of feeling your cunt wrapped tightly around his fingers, easily giving into your pleas as he sinks a finger inside. he practically whines as he feels you grinding down on his face, using his free hand to grip at your hip, encouraging your ministrations. “tell me what you need,” he pants against you, “i’ll do it all, just wanna make you feel good.”
“fingers, need more fingers,” you whine, looking down at him with hazy eyes, small whimpers and moans leaving your lips. your hips stutter when he looks up at you, his pupils blown wide through his half-lidded eyes, ready to follow your every word.
he sinks two more fingers in, fingers curling as they find your sweet spot inside you with perfect ease. you let out a sharp cry as his fingers prod, your head falling back to the couch before lolling to your shoulder. your hands tug incessantly at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. mark doesn’t falter, he goes faster, listening to your every need and watching your every move. his hand on your hip slowly trails up and under your shirt, groping at your boob, thumb smoothing over your nipple as he feels you clenching down on your fingers.
“w-wanna feel it, wanna see you cumming on my fingers,” he says messily as he laps at your clit, “please.”
it doesn’t take longer after his begging for your orgasm to quickly come over you, your body wound tight as you practically curl against mark, hands tugging harshly at his hair. every nerve of yours is alight, and you can vaguely feel mark grinding against your leg as he feels your cunt spasming against his fingers. you can’t exactly hear yourself, but you can feel yourself mouthing mark, thank you, please, and i love you.
it takes a moment for mark to eventually pull away, both of your faces close to each other as you breathe out. it’s another sweet, quiet moment before you both make eye contact, and you can see how his mouth and chin glisten with your release, a small laugh leaving you at the sight. you tug gently at his shoulder, motioning for him to finally sit on the couch with you. all it takes is a quick kiss to mark’s lips before he’s joining your side, continuing the kisses as you press yourself against his side.
when your hand meets with the bulge in his pants, he lets out a quiet whine against your lips, stuttering out a small, “y-you really don’t have to.”
“and if i really want to?” you smile as you pull back away from his lips, already lowering yourself down to your knees, looking up at him.
as always, mark isn’t one to say no, especially not to you. he watches with a smile on his face as you undo his pants, one of his thumbs stroking your cheek as you tug down his pants and boxers to his knees. “you don’t have to,” he tries once more, his thumb moving to trace over your bottom lip, “i’d be the happiest man on earth if you’d let me eat you out again.”
“i’d be the happiest person on earth if you let me return the favor,” you laugh softly before wrapping a hand around the base of his length, feeling him twitch at the slightest touch. he lets out a quiet hiss as you wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around as he tries hard not to just buck up into your mouth. he can feel all his stress from earlier melt away, almost as if it never happened.
you just have that kind of effect on him.
and as you take mark’s cock deeper, sucking harshly around him, one of his hands moving to the top of your head to gently guide you down, he realizes that you’re all he needs.
he watches you closely, his eyes full of love and life that only seems to happen when he’s around you. whines and small whimpers leave his mouth as he praises you, “you look so good like this, like… like everything i need. everything i- everything i want.”
mark finds himself close to cumming after only a few minutes, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth as it bobs against him, feeling it settle in his lower stomach as he whines out your name. it’s moments like these, he realizes, that he loves the most. where he gets to see you only in a way he can. where you pull out the meal you saved for him out of the refrigerator, putting on his favorite show as he heats it up, where you look the happiest when you see him.
it’s all he could ask for, he thinks as he holds your head at the base of his cock, teetering on the edge of his orgasm as praise easily slips out of his lips, a life that he spends loving you.
