Invinciweek Day 5
Equilibrium
Day 5 - You have powers
Characters: Mark Grayson/Invincible x Reader with Powers
Warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, POV Change, No protection, Dub-con if u squint, breeding kink if u squint, SMUT, Rough sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty thoughts, Swearing, Minors DNI.
Synopsis:
Mark Grayson finally finds someone who can hit him as hard as he can give it. After years of unfulfillment, he goes a bit dazed at the possibilities... Like, you being able to 'take' him. ;)
Unfortunately, you have decided crime is the path for you... Well, it's a good thing Mark loves a challenge...
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: This was originally less than 500 words, lmao. Got a lil carried away
“Invincible! Over here!” Rex shouted, explosions ricocheting in the warehouse.
Mark’s head shot up, the unconscious gun for hire hitting the floor with a clunk. Cursing silently, he took off into the air, heading to Rex’s aid. He got two feet into the air when something wrapped around his ankle. and stopped him. Mark’s eyes widened drastically, his head whipping around.
And there you were, holding onto his ankle like it wasn’t attached to the strongest person to exist, like, ever.
“What the—“
Mark coughed as you flung him directly into the concrete floor, dust and debris spraying from the impact.
Holy shit.
Had you just done that?
Mark shook his head, blinking as he forced himself up. And there you were again, standing over him like some avenging angel. tall and lethal and… A threat.
Mark’s heart stuttered as pain radiated through his spine.
You’d… You’d actually hurt him.
His brain quite literally short-circuited.
That meant... Oh, god, you could take him.
Maybe it was wrong for him to say he was unsatisfied sexually—frustrated, more like. He’d ended things with Amber and Eve for the same reason. He was too afraid to hurt them, and because of that, he always felt like he couldn’t truly give himself release.
Even just a hint of his true strength exerted on them left them taking days to recover. Mark always felt so, so guilty. And, then, of course, he’d end up fucking his hand later in the night, over and over until he was finally spent.
And so, to see you there, looming over him and shaking out your hands arrogantly as you had barely thrown him. To imagine all that you could handle? to imagine all that he could do?
“Stay down,” You hissed, bringing him back to the present, before diving back into the shadows. Mark spluttered, shooting up even as his bones sang. Without thinking, he dashed forward, catching you by the hips and slamming you into the wall, fifty feet away.
You huffed, cheek grazing the stone as Invincible’s figure molded into yours.
“Fuck, sorry,” Mark apologized as he noticed your grimace.
“No, it’s not that, asshole,” You growled. “Your dick is stabbing me—get off! Fuckin’ perv”
Mark choked as you threw your elbow back into his stomach, instantly doubling over. You wasted no time in sprinting around the corner. Gone.
Mark’s face flushed fire engine red, conveniently hidden by his partial mask.
Was he hard? Oh, god, yes, he was.
“Uh, a little help, invincible?!” Rex screamed. Mark whipped around. Right, right, the job.
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“Well, maybe we would’ve won faster if Mark wasn’t too busy flirting,” Rex sighed, rolling his eyes as he held an ice pack to his cheek. Mark raked a hand over his face, breathing deeply.
“I was not,” Mark interjected. Kate snorted from across the room, tipping a beer in Mark’s direction.
“Puhlease, you were practically drooling over that girl—who, in fact, kicked your ass.”
Mark swallowed his irritation; another question far outweighed the embarrassment.
“Whatever,” He brushed off. “Who even was that?”
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“She’s Angstrom’s last resort,” Cecil stated, brows creased as they cycled through your file on the main monitor. “Stolen from a neighboring universe, one would assume.”
Mark’s chest went cold, a flicker of anger running through him, not at you, of course. If anything, he felt bad for you. You were an innocent in all of this—well, not now, since you were aligned with the lizard league—but brought here not of your own choice, nonetheless.
“I don’t understand.”
Cecil grunted, leaning back against one of the rows of desks.
“He went to a universe where I guess she was your equivalent. Brought her here. And then he disappeared before she could be wielded. We… We don’t have much on her.”
Mark watched a few videos of surveillance footage from one of your heists. The way you fought—cocky and borderline arrogant—you were a total force to be reckoned with. Speed and strength that rivaled Mark’s. Easy.
Mark swallowed thickly, willing his cock to stop from hardening. Now was definitely not the time. A small part of his brain reminded him how he usually relied heavily on his moral compass. You were objectively one of the bad guys. He shouldn’t have felt anything for you. And yet, all he could think about was getting you here… Getting you under him.
Maybe it was selfish.
He didn’t care.
“She’s incredible,” Mark finally breathed.
“She’s dangerous,” Cecil corrected. “And she needs to either be recruited or stopped.”
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Recruited… You’d be recruited. And Mark would be the one to recruit you. He’d tried not to appear so eager to volunteer himself, but in reality, he’d already had one foot out of the door when Cecil gave him orders.
You were dangerous, he knew that. You were still fairly new to this universe, and so maybe you could be reasoned with. At least, that’s what Mark told himself. Drones had spotted and singled out your apartment earlier that afternoon, the coordinates ingrained in Mark’s memory by now.
He felt a bit icky toward the rush he felt knowing he had your address. Oh well, he’d deal with that another time.
Touching down on the roof of your apartment sent a jolt of anticipation and excitement up Mark’s spine. He willed himself to calm, knowing that his main job was to convince you to join the Guardians. He needed to think with his other head for the time being.
Mark floated down the length of the building until he touched down on the edge of the fire escape just outside your apartment. Your window was unlocked. Either you were overly confident in your abilities, or forgetful. Mark fought the smirk, turning his lips upward as he slid into your apartment.
It was quaint, barely furnished. It seemed a bit too uniform to be anyone’s home. But the litter and dirty clothes thrown across the open space told him someone did, in fact, frequent here. Mark continued onward, his masked face scanning each corner. It was silent in your apartment, something that did little to reassure Mark, even though he’d been promised you were here.
Mark continued into the kitchen, glancing over it into the dining room. Nothing.
That was until a shadow darted in front of him, and he was suddenly knocked to the floor. He shouted, struggling as two lithe hands wrapped around his wrists, forcing him down onto the linoleum flooring.
And when his vision became clear, he found you in all your glory, atop him. No longer in your costume, but in a skin-tight top and jean shorts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck—god, okay, he needed to focus.
“Twice in one day?” You said, thighs bracketing his ribs. Eyes glinting, hair falling into your view. “My, my, aren't I a lucky gal?”
Your voice dripped sarcasm. He wanted to taste it.
Oh, Jesus. Mark tried his best not to move, especially as his eyes focused on your thick, perfect thighs.
“Uh, I uh, you’re.. Listen—“
“No, you listen,” You interrupted. “I know exactly who you are, Mark Grayson. But you don’t know a single thing about me. And it’s gonna stay that way.”
You slid from his lap, Mark’s eyes nearly bulging from his head as you rolled over his crotch. He blinked, reining in his attraction and forcing himself to his feet.
“Hey—Hey!” He spluttered, seeing your form dart around the corner. “Don’t just—you can’t just walk away!”
“And why is that?”
Mark blinked, turning to find you not in the open bedroom down the hall, but instead, behind him. Hip cocked with a rucksack hoisted over your shoulder. When had you…?
God, you looked good—
“I…” Mark coughed, shaking his head. “Because it’s either join us, or be put in prison.”
A deathly stillness covered you as Mark’s statement settled around you.
“Oh, yeah?” You whispered, brows rising slowly. “And just who is gonna put me there?”
A streak of indignation flared through him. Who the fuck did you think?
“Me,” Mark answered, frowning. You chuckled, running your hand over the strap of your bag.
“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”
Mark’s brows raised, mouth quirking.
“You think I’m pretty?”
You rolled your eyes, snorting as you turned for your front door.
“Leave me alone, Mark Grayson. I don’t give a shit about your team, or morals, or your threats.”
Your hand had just closed around the handle when Mark’s gloved hand slammed above your head, holding the door closed. You whipped around, eyes flaring in anger.
“I gave you your options. Either way, you’re coming with me.”
You growled, dropping the sack as your hand zipped through the air, fingers curled into a fist. But it was caught by Mark’s free hand and dragged above your head. You gasped, trying your other hand, only to find it caught and held prisoner as well.
And the bastard had the gall to smirk down at you.
You had to give it to him, though. Mark was the strongest person you’d encountered in a long while—most likely your equal in every way. Your breathing faltered as you looked up at the man towering above you—really looked at him.
Strength and power lingering in every sinewy muscle upon the man in front of you, his blood running as hot as yours. A match—a real match.
And damn it all, maybe it was because you’d hadn’t had a real fight since meeting him, or maybe it was the way his tongue darted across his bottom lip.
But you craved him—his anger and his fight and… God, you craved it all. You knew he could bite and make it hurt. You need something to hurt and be real, especially after the darkness you’d recently been dragged through.
And though you couldn't see his eyes, you could feel just how badly he wanted the game as well—the fight and the chase. Heat filled you, racing down to your toes and making your head dizzy.
“Alright, Mark Grayson, let’s see what you’ve got,” You purred, before thrusting your knee up between his legs. And, the almighty Invincible came crashing to the floor, holding his bruised balls. With a cackle, you slipped out of the window before leaping from the fire escape. Catching yourself on the last rung of the ladder, you used the momentum to catapult yourself down the wet alleyway, sticking to the cover of shadows.
Not good enough, apparently, as Mark crashed into the stone not even two feet away, using his shoulder to force you face-first into the wall. You huffed as you collided with the side of the apartment building, the giant mass of man pressing against you immediately. Lips brushed against your ear as he leaned down, and you suppressed a shudder.
“Low. Blow,” Mark hissed through gritted teeth, pinning your arms behind your back. You swallowed your yelp of pain, your chin scraping against the grimy brick wall. “But if you wanna play dirty, then so can I.”
Mark dove into your neck, and you barely felt the imprint of his teeth before he bit down. Hard. You screamed, pain and heat flooding you equally. Mark grinned, nostrils flaring.
“Knew it. Knew I smelled you.”
You gasped, hips pressing back against his growing bulge.
“Smelled you first,” You shot back. But you made no real move to escape him, even as you wriggled against his hold. Mark noticed, running his tongue over the bruise he’d given you. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.
“So then you know,” He whispered. “I want you. And you…” His voice became gravelly, his free hand dancing along your waist. “You can take me. Actually, take me.”
He emphasized his words by a buck of his hips, and you couldn’t hide the sound that escaped your throat.
“You don't know a thing about me,“ You retorted, a shred of clarity striking through the haze.
“I know enough about you that you can take my cock without me splitting you in half. I know that I’ve watched you for the past 12 hours, wondering how I could get you into my bed, or me into yours. I know you were wet when you felt me hard earlier, just like you’re wet for me now.”
You mewled as the hand on your waist moved to toy with the hem of your shorts, fingertips just barely dipping past the material.
“I also know that you sought me out today, too.”
Your eyes shot open, ice dousing your spine. Fuck, you were sure you’d been discreet. But if he knew...
Silence, heavy and tense, fell over the two of you.
“We doing this?” Mark asked, his grip loosening on your wrists. Your pulse fluttered once more. He was giving you an out. Hell no.
“Yes,” You breathed, one note away from pleading.
It was messy, hot, wet, and nothing short of downright filthy. Mark’s abdomen pressed tightly against your wrists, keeping them pinned behind you. He’s moved that hand to wrap around your throat after tossing his mask to the side, leaning your face so he could kiss you.
More like suck the soul out of you. You’d nearly melted when his lips had found yours, back bowed and neck arched to the point you were nearly upside down. And he kissed you, fiercely, right there in the dark alleyway, pressed up against the rough brick until you were sure you’d never breathe again. It was maddening.
And then his other hand finally shot into your shorts. And—
“Oh, fuck,” You moaned, his fingers finding your slick, puffy clit almost immediately. He moved his fingers in skilled, deft rotations until colors began to shoot across your eyelids.
“Mmm, tell me how good it feels,” He cooed, his other hand tightening around your neck. Claiming and possessive.
“So good,” you whispered brokenly, mouth falling open as his movements began to quicken, simultaneously pressing down on the bundle of nerves. You hissed, arching further against Mark as he hummed approvingly.
“Getting close?”
Yes, god, you were—and it had only been minutes. Who the fuck was this man?!
You whined, hips jerking as Mark doused you in soft praises, rocking his hand against you. Your chest scraped against the wall, drool dripping from your open mouth. It was nasty, and you loved it.
And all at once, you were cumming, pulsing, and clenching around nothing. Mark covered your mouth as you cried out for him, working you through your orgasm until you could barely stand.
“You’re perfect,” He whispered, turning you around to face him. You blinked through the happy hormone release, expression leveling. And rearing back, you punched him hard enough in the shoulder to send him sprawling a few feet.
“Pussy,” You snorted, grinning wider at the betrayed expression that tainted Mark’s face.
“Oh, really?” He challenged, a darkness growing in his already dilated gaze, making the fire in your belly roar. You bit your lip, nodding slowly. And suddenly, he was back on you, hands cupping your face as he dragged you into another mind-boggling kiss.
Mark Grayson was easily the kisser you’d ever had.
You moaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to twirl with yours. You were so distracted by the action that you barely noticed his hands leaving your cheeks. Until they slipped under your ass and hoisted you up.
You broke free, gasping as he settled you around his hips, your ankles coming to lock around his lower back on instinct. His finger danced along the seam of your jean shorts once more, before gripping the front. Your eyes widened.
“Wait—“
You jerked forward as Mark ripped your jeans down the front, your underwear following, exposing your dripping cunt to him.
“I’m done waiting,” He growled, reaching back to unzip his suit. He was moving too fast—even for you—and before you realized it, he was revealing the biggest cock you’d ever seen.
“Holy shit,” You whispered, back grating against the wall. Mark huffed, eyes glazed slightly as they found yours.
“You can take it,” He assured, voice rough. He then moved the leaking, aching tip down to your pussy, spearing through your wet folds. Both of you hissed as his cock made contact.
“”s gonna hurt a bit,” Mark warned, his attention locked in on your entrance—on the way your pussy tried to swallow him. You hummed in acknowledgement, the back of your head leaning against the brick.
“Good.”
And then he was guiding his tip into your entrance, enveloped immediately by your velvety walls. You gasped, Mark hissing as you squeezed around him. One hand braced the wall beside you, the other gripping your hip so tightly you were sure there would be bruises later. The stretch was nearly blinding, but eventually your body yielded to him.
“God,” He groaned, thrusting another inch inside of you, his voice sounding drunk on pleasure. “You’re so tight.”
You could barely breathe as he began to drag you down onto his cock, as well as thrust up. Mark was intent on making your body mold to him, slick squelches echoing brutally in the alleyway as you accommodated.
And it was heaven, spine-tingling as his thick tip kissed the deepest parts of you. Mark’s hand tightened against your head, brick crumbling. He looked pained, grimacing as he worked himself in further.
“I—god, I,” He stuttered, breathlessly.
“Mark?” You asked shakily. Mark groaned upon hearing you say his name, sweat beading at his temples. And then he broke.
“Oh, fuck, I can’t help it,” He choked, before both hands moved to your hips. In one moment, he was guiding you gently up and down, and in the next, he was jostling your body against the wall, thoroughly and completely fucking you. You gasped as pleasure soared through your veins, your hands flying to find purchase on his shoulders. Your nails caught on his exposed skin, scratching deeply.
“Yes,” He growled, hips snapping into yours, tip bullying your cervix with each thrust. And you were fading, fast, barreling toward that second release. It was brutal and cruel and wicked, and you loved it. Moans poured from your mouth freely, absorbed into Mark’s mouth, or his shoulder, or his palm. His mouth trailed over any expanse of skin he could find, marking and claiming and nipping.
“So, so, perfect for me,” He whispered, pressing the pad of his thumb into your mouth. “Suck.”
You did, core tightening around his cock. Mark’s knees nearly buckled at the feeling, a lazy grin covering his features.
“Good girl.”
And that did it, your spine locked as your second orgasm ripped through you, morphing into a third as Mark slid an arm under your thigh and began moving faster than you could think. Your words became slurred, noises no better than a gargled mess, pussy clamping over and over and over on the man inside you.
“‘m gonna cum,” Mark declared deeply, his thrusts becoming choppy. “Where do you want it?”
“In me, please, fill me up, Mark,” You pleaded. And, God, if you’d had any sense, you would’ve shut the hell up. Gasping and crying out like a whore, being railed in the shadows of a dark alley. But it felt so dirty and right. Mark was scratching an itch inside of you that hadn’t been scratched—ever.
What the fuck were you gonna do after he left?
Mark’s whines drenched your skin as he all but collapsed into you, stilling as he filled you deep and full. Hard, deep thrusts, wracking your body as your back collided with the wall behind you, your ankles barely keeping themselves wrapped around his waist. It was addicting, you thought with a start, the feeling of his cum filling you hot and heavy. Oh shit, you were in for it.
Mark finally heaved a great sigh, head collapsing onto your shoulder. His hands tightened around your hips, holding you close to him, the city sounds replacing the broken cries and ragged pants.
“Holy…” He breathed, voice muffled by your skin.
“Shit,” You finished, letting your eyes flutter shut. You were so pleasantly sore and exhausted. A few minutes of silence passed between you, your body heat melding with happy hormones, making it peaceful. Your eyes opened slightly as you felt Mark stir within you. He twitched. And then twitched again. You perked up, disbelief furrowing your brows.
“Are you…?”
Mark chuckled, pulling out of you slightly only to thrust back in. Yes, damnit, he was getting hard. You moaned weakly at the sweet overstimulation fluttering through you.
“Hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight,” Mark murmured, leaning back to look at you fully. You shook your head, lips curling.
“You’re ridiculous, Invincible.”
“No, I’m persistent and good at what I do. Does this mean you’ll come back with me?” He prodded expectantly, accentuating his words with another thrust. You gasped, hands flying to his chest.
“I will if you continue to do that.”
Mark grinned before setting a slow and deep pace.
“Deal.”
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