Switch Positions
Marcus Moreno x f!reader
W/C: 3K+
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ only plssss. Language. Talk of piercings. Marcus is an ass man and I will not be taking criticism on that. Fluff. 💜
Summary: fitness class turns into some fun just in time for the holiday.
A/N: a “Valentine’s” fic almost a week late because I never finish anything on time?! That’s this. 🤡🤭 A little cannon divergent, Missy and his wife are not mentioned, just a little “porn with plot” if you will. Shoutout to @icanbeyourjedi for being my hype woman. Any love is appreciated. Enjoy! 🤍
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“So, I heard that a certain superhero has a crush on you.”
You look up from your computer, wanting to join in on the office romance gossip to see your desk mate, Christina, staring directly at you.
“I’m sorry are you talking to me?”
“OBVIOUSLY. Anyway, yes, it seems like Mr. Leader of the Heroics himself, Marcus Moreno, has a thing for you.”
“And who exactly told you this?”
“I have my sources.”
You couldn’t help the snort you let out. You found it hilarious. He was this brilliant, smart, stupidly handsome poster boy for saving the world. And you were merely the lovesick receptionist for the main office in which he worked.
“I’m serious! Have you not seen how nervous he gets when you’re around? Not to mention, the way he always has his eyes trained on your ass during these little mandated exercise sessions we’re being put through?”
As a part of trying to set a better example for the future Heroics youths that were currently training in the building, HQ set up an initiative for all employees, superhero or not, to attend at least one of the numerous fitness classes now being offered. You were fond of the yoga class in particular, loving having the chance to get out of your business attire and into those comfortable yoga pants and an oversized shirt while also getting to relieve some of the days stress, even if it was only for an hour. You never gave it a second thought that Marcus would be looking your way.
“You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed?! I can’t believe how clueless the two of you are. Look, next time you see him just go and say hi. Plus, Valentine’s Day is coming up. Maybe you’ll land a nice dinner date? Hell, even better you might get laid!” she stated a little too enthusiastically.
“Christina!” you scolded, looking around and hoping no one else overheard her. You berate yourself now for spilling your guts over drinks last week.
“I’m just saying! Go for it. You can thank me later…”
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Noon struck, signaling that it was time for your daily class. Christina was busy entertaining Miracle Guy and his dorky anecdotes on whatever life saving antics he helped in recently so you decided to set up your mat and get a few warm up stretches in. You were in your zone that you failed to catch one Marcus Moreno walking in and freezing like a deer in the headlights. You were bent over with your head between your legs when you heard them.
“Hey Marcus, see something you like?!” shouts Miracle Guy.
“Yeah Mr. Heroic! At least take her out first! It’s the least you can do for ogling that ass!” Christina adds on.
You sit up and turn to see the color draining from Marcus’ face. He would gladly take an alien invasion right now compared to making a fool of himself like this in front of you.
“I’m so sorry! I- I wasn’t, I didn’t mean-“
“Yes you did!” Miracle Guy howls from across the studio.
You turn to face him. “Marcus?” closing his eyes as you say his name, “hey, it’s okay. Really. I guess if anyone in this place was staring at me I’m glad it was you,” chuckling as you notice the tips of his ears burning red.
He was fully prepared to be slapped, yelled at, anything, but the soft reassuring tone in your voice and THAT comment was not it. He let out a flustered little laugh along with a fumble of his glasses, thinking back to what Christina said you hoped you weren’t reading this all wrong and decided to just go for it.
“Marcus, if this is too forward please feel free to let me know but would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Yes! I mean, yeah, I’d love to.” Play it cool Moreno. Don’t seem too desperate.
“Great! We can talk about it later, when others aren’t being so nosy.” Motioning toward the other two. “Sounds good.” as he goes to find his spot. You turn to where Christina is standing, a “you’re welcome” being mouthed, shaking your head as class begins.
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Finally back at your desk and away from prying eyes, you send Marcus an email asking where he’d like to go for dinner. You realized that Valentine’s Day snuck up a little quicker than you thought and all the restaurants were completely booked. You suggested that you could cook for him, and he graciously agreed only under the condition that he brings the wine and dessert.
-It’s a date! I’ll be there around 7:00.
-See you tomorrow night then :)
You couldn’t believe it. A date for Valentine’s, and with Marcus of all people?! You had to cover your mouth to smother the cheesiest smile from being plastered all over your face. If you only knew that a few doors away, Marcus was holding back from doing the exact same thing.
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You told Marcus to keep it casual. No need for fancy clothes or gifts. You just wanted a nice evening getting to know him better, share a bottle of wine, laugh a little, maybe a goodnight kiss? As long as it was the two of you, details didn’t matter.
Your doorbell rang, smoothing over your simple tiny heart printed sundress one last time you open the door to see Marcus in a pair of casual jeans and a dark green tshirt complementing the broad expanse of his shoulders. His signature leather jacket and dark framed glasses competing the look. He smiled big at you, looking you up and down as he hands you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. “Oh you didn’t have to Marcus, they’re beautiful,” bringing the sweet petals to your nose for a sniff. “Not as beautiful as you. I’m sorry that was cheesy, you just look, wow.” You hide behind the flowers, “you look very handsome as well Marcus,” too bashful to look him in the eye as you usher him inside.
“You can hang your jacket on the rack right there. The kitchen is this way, let me just find a vase for these real quick.”
He follows you, taking in your modest little home with numerous pictures adorning the walls, trinkets on your mantle, when his eyes land on your yoga mat rolled up in a corner space of the living room. His cock twitches at the thought. This is just dinner. Calm down.
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The meal you cooked was lovely. A light pasta dish and side salad paired with the subtle sweet and earthy red wine he was suggested. All enjoyed by candlelight and his flowers as the centerpiece no less. It was better than any reservation you could’ve made and Marcus couldn’t remember the last time someone put such effort into something for him. Conversation came so easily with you as well. From where you grew up, regaling each other with tales of your youth, what kind of music you liked, travel plans, dreams and aspirations. He could listen to you talk forever.
Not wanting the evening to end so soon, you proposed dessert be had over a movie from the comfort of your couch and he happily obliged. With the beautiful chocolate mousse cake he brought plated, the two of you end up snuggled into each other. It all feels so right. Like this is where you’re supposed to be. You turn to see he has a little of the mousse on his mustache. “Hey, you have a little something, right here.” wiping the little mess from his face. He leans into your hands touch, pressing a kiss to your thumb as your eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to his lips. He grabs your plate and moves it to the coffee table and is on you in an instant. His kisses taste of the cake and wine you shared, making you dizzy with every nip and eager glide of his tongue in your mouth. You finally come up for air and you immediately see regret on his face. “What am I doing? I should’ve asked to kiss you first.”
“What? Marcus, quit being so hard on yourself. It’s not like I pulled away either. Look, we can stop here if this is too much, but just talk to me, be honest.” your chest heaving at the rush. “What do you really want?”
He didn’t know how to ask without feeling a bit embarrassed. You were the sexiest woman he’d laid eyes on in the longest time and valued your friendship, but always wanted more. He pondered his thoughts briefly before he saw you making direct eye contact with him. A shy smile on your face and your doe eyes laced with desire. You wanted this too.
“It’s been a while. Don’t get much time to date in my field of work. I-I just want you. All of you. What do you want?…” your pleasure being just as important to him as his own.
“I want you to let go.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, all he could do was nod as you brought him into a soft kiss, taking him by the hand and leading him to your bedroom.
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You enter the space and he quickly closes the door, pinning you to the frame. “Strip down. Now.” he whispers against your lips.
His command makes you clench around nothing. You slowly start to unzip the back of your dress, making a little show of dragging it down, especially over the curve of your ass. Marcus is transfixed on your form. The matching red bra and panty set had him pawing at it his tight member now starting to strain in his briefs.
He towers over you as you unhook the front clasp of your bra, sending your breasts spilling from their confines. He brings his big, warm hands to gently massage them, giving each the same treatment and ending with a feather light lick and kiss at your nipples.
Marcus reaches for the lacy waistband of your panties, one hand going to cup your mound when you grab his arm. He steps back immediately, thinking he’s crossed a line with you, when you let out a whimper, not of pain, but pure pleasure. His magnetic pull attracting itself to the little secret you’ve kept only to yourself.
“Ahhhh...” it comes out more desperate than you meant for it to.
“Oh my god, I didn’t hurt you did I?! I’m so sorry, I-“
You cut him off by grabbing his face and directing his attention towards you.
“Marcus, you did nothing wrong. It’s, well, it’s kind of a secret but uhhh, I-I have a piercing…”
That classic furrow in his brows make an appearance. It was almost comical at how he didn’t catch on.
“Down there.”
“Oh. Ohhhhh. So, when I do this,” cupping your mound once more and it takes everything not to clamp your thighs around his hand like a vice, breath catching in your throat. “You naughty girl.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
You hear a growl rumble from his chest and another wave of slick is catching in your panties.
“Get on the bed. Leave these on.” running his hands over the lace.
His actions are slow and methodical, wanting to savor every tiny moment and detail of this night. He starts by removing his watch and glasses, placing them on the nightstand. (You wanted to ask if he’d leave the glasses on but knew they would eventually get in the way.) You watch as he slowly lifts his shirt, revealing the beautiful bronzed skin you always thought of but only managed to get a peek of when he was stretching out.
“You’re beautiful Marcus.” He could tell you meant it. Your soft gaze on him calming his racing thoughts. He couldn’t wait any longer. With one swift motion his briefs and pants were off, your eyes going wide at what you knew he was packing but was now confirmed.
He sidled up against the pillows at the headboard, leaning back and gently stroking his cock as he motions for you to come to him. Taking your hand in his he helps you onto his lap as you straddle over him, reaching down to push your panties to the side and rub him against your folds. The jolt you felt earlier from his hand making you more than wet and aching for his touch.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
You sink down slowly on to his member as his hands caress the sides of your waist, lowering you the rest of the way down. You give yourself a moment to adjust to his length, his girth making you feel completely full.
He closes his eyes, reveling in your warmth.
“Mmm, querida, please move.”
And you do. With a swivel of your hips you grind yourself a few times on his cock, loving the way the coarse hair of his happy trail adds to the friction before beginning a steady bounce. He smoothly runs his hands across your body, finally resting at the pillowy flesh of your backside. It’s better than anything he could’ve envisioned.
“This ass right here,” giving one cheek a slap, the sting only spurring you on to ride faster. “You have no idea how many times,” a slap now going down to the other, “I dreamed of this; wanting to rip those leggings off you in class and take you right there.” Grabbing handfuls of your bottom, he guides you up and down on his slick soaked member as he feels you getting closer. “Shit, Marcus, harder baby.” With a plant of his feet to the mattress, he starts to jackhammer into you, sending your hands flying to his shoulders to hold on to as you come quickly and loudly, your body convulsing at the insurmountable pleasure. He holds you tightly as you tremble in the crook of his neck through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Kissing your temple, you turn to face him and give him a lopsided grin.
“Good?”
“Mmmm so good.”
He leans forward, lowering you down on to your back. His honeyed kisses are now being trailed down your chest and across your stomach. Your eyes bolt open at the sound of material being torn and the feel of his tongue licking a stripe up your folds, the last bit of lace finally being ripped away completely baring your figure.
You squirm in anticipation as Marcus guides your legs open. “Let’s see how flexible these classes have really made you.”
Marcus has your legs spread as wide as you can get them, gripping your ankles for his own leverage. He pushes in, your walls pulsating with every inch. At this angle he hits one of the deepest spots inside you, nothing but the squelching sounds of your mixed juices filling the room. You grasp at the sheets below, secretly loving the way he’s listened to your request from earlier. It’s a completely new side to him and you’re the only one who’s getting to see it. It’s feral and long overdue, the way he’s taking what he needs. He fucks into you with such vigor he ends up slipping out, giving you but a moment of reprieve to catch your breath. Your whimpers turning into a chorus of ooooh’s and aaaah’s as he teases his cock over your swollen lips. The overstimulation having you sending him a cheeky bite of your lip as he looks upon you with that innocent boyish grin, despite the current act at hand.
“Can these go a little higher for me?” caressing his warm hands up and down your legs, sending your knees upward and practically touching your shoulders now. Marcus lifts your ass gently so it’s resting on his thick thighs, dipping back into your aching sex with ease. His pace brutally slow at first, drinking in the sight of your pussy on full display for him as he drags his cock in and out of you.
“Marcus, please, I’m-so close...”
“What’s that beautiful?”
He stalls his movements, bringing a thumb down to rub circles at your clit. The magnetic current that runs through his body is now honing in on the little metal hoop at the hood of your clit, sending waves of euphoria coursing through you as spots of white start flitting across your vision. He’s still inside of you, watching and feeling your grip on him tighten the faster he starts to moves his fingers. He throws his head back in ecstasy as the pressure begins to build in his belly.
“Ohhh, fuck!”
It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen as he picks up the tempo once more, grabbing hold of your thighs as he chases his release. You take over where he left off. The contrast of his now furious thrusts with the delicate, almost lazy, motions of your own fingers over the sensitive bud has you lost in a drunken haze. The spark of fire roars through your body as he hits that sweet spongy spot, sending your eyes rolling back and your toes curling as you come with a repetitive chant of his name and a satisfied sigh.
“Wh-where can I..”
“Inside! Please!”
A last few triumphant thrusts and he is burying himself as deep as he possibly can. You’re mewling from beneath him is cut off with a kiss consisting of all teeth and tongue with the slight resonating tang from the taste he had of you earlier.
He gently lowers your legs back down as he continues to rock into you, placing little kisses along your jaw. You feel him start to relax as he pulls out, rolling onto his back and taking you with him to curl into his side. “Remind me to send a thank you card to HQ for those yoga classes.” you slap his chest as you both laugh.
“You’re amazing hermosa, really. I wouldn’t have wanted this with anyone else.” You place a delicate kiss over his heart, the sentiment not being lost on him as sleep begins to overtake you. “I’m glad it was you too. Happy Valentine’s Day Marcus.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day querida.”
