Starved
Summary: Viltrumite!Mark is an eater
Warnings: MDNIš, Mentions of cunnilingus, reader is afab, mention of Stockholm syndrome, tiny bit of voyeurism
A/N: Iāve been meaning to put more invincible stuff out but iām just busy i swearš
Anyways, Iāve really been wanting to write Viltrumite mark because i literally need him like asap. Iām not the best at writing him tho especially cause this is my first time so sorry abt that.
(Also idk the artist, i tried looking but if anyone finds them let me know!)
As much as you hated him, you loved how he treated you in bed.
Especially, while he ate you out.
The room itself, it was his, was huge and so was the bed. It was bigger than a king size bed on Earth, and it was oddly extremely comfortable and soft.
After this Mark, who wasnāt actually your Mark mind you, literally kidnapped you to make you his wifeāvery, very long story btwāyou had to become accustomed to living here. Viltrum wasā¦.intense, but also beautiful, structured and clean. And, so was this guy.
Your Mark on earth was awkward and kind. He hated killing. This one? This guy? He did it like he was blinking, and when he laid eyes on you with that stare you couldnāt put an emotion on you knew it was over. One minute you were running from him and the next you were being carried in space somewhere.
But enough of that.
This Mark was considered royalty here so he could just doā¦.whatever!
Others bowed to him. Conversations hushed when he entered rooms. No one dared to challenge him.
So, thatās why he doesnāt care where, but if he wants to eat you out he will. It doesnāt help that Mark was your ex on earth so you just let him.
The first time was after some weird dinner thing in the dining hall a week after you arrived. You didnāt follow what they were doing well because, well, you were still traumatized from literally everything that happened. Plus, Markās hand was on your knee under the table and inched up every other minute.
Everyone left and a viltrumite maid in rags started to clean up, but Mark couldnāt wait anymore so it seemed. His hand left your thigh finally and he stood up slowly. You didnāt move. Part of you was scared for what was to come next. You didnāt expect it when he proceeded to pick you up from your chair and lay you on the long table in front of him and pull your bottoms all the way off.
āWhat-ā You gasp. The maid looked up and made eye contact with a glaring Mark. They promptly left.
āI want to taste the sweetness between your legs.ā Mark said in his usual nonchalant way. He stood between your now bare legs with a hand under each knee. āIāve been wanting to since I found you.ā
Shock wasnāt even the beginning to describe how you felt then. This guy has only kissed you like once. Now heās gonna eat you out? On this fancy table? You hardly registered that your bottom half was just completely bare with only the cold air on your skin bringing you back. It was just so sudden but part of you was thrilled. Excited even.
āUm, okay?ā You sighed. Whatās the use fighting him? āAre we just gonnaā¦.like, here? Now?ā
Mark just nods once, expression unmoving.
You hate how he just lacksā¦personality. Sometimes heās just a statue and it creeps you out with how he moved just so calculated.
He moves down so his head is between your thighs. His hands are pushing your legs apart so you couldnāt move even if you wanted to, and he immediately got to work. It was like he let himself go. Unraveling from a long day of masking as a strong, poker faced warrior. And you were concerned at first that Viltrumites just lick one long stripe each time like fucking robots but no. Nope.
Dare you say this Mark ate you out better than your own?
The way he used his tongue against you, flicking and dipping inside rhythmically had you on the verge of cumming minutes in. He groaned and moaned into you like he never tasted anything better. His nose brushed against your neglected clit every now and then which didnāt help.
You wondered why he avoided it, but quickly learned he was saving it for the end. When you started twitch and tried to move away from him he held you firmly in place and started sucking on your clit, occasionally letting his tongue flick against it as well.
Then you came like never before. You saw stars. You swore you did. And, the worst part was he didnāt even stop. He just kept going, slurping the juices that came out of you as you shook around him.
And then when you were done, gasping for air and still trembling a bit, he just pulled you up off the table and helped you put your skirt back on.
You couldnāt even speak. He just carried on and helped you to his room like nothing happened, his face still wet and all.
After that night heād just randomly eat you out. Youād be lying if you said you werenāt excited when he started showing those subtle signs of needing you. Whether it was a hand on your knee again or him just never leaving your side. Even the times heās justā¦.staring into your soul (you did not like those times at all).
It made sense he ate you out like a god, he was one.
You could almost blame the creeping Stockholm syndrome on loving him and how he ate you. The urge to get away from him slipped away with each tender lick of his tongue.
āYour petals has the exact sweetness of a fruit from this planet i conquered once.ā, Mark said one night between your legs. āA rare delicacy.ā
You almost didnāt fully register what he said because you were lost in your own world of pleasure.
āIsā¦is that why, ughh~ā, you moaned. You could hardly finish a thought because he just didnāt stop for nothing.
āWhy what.ā He said before returning to sucking on you.
āIs that why-why you like me so, fuck, much?ā
He paused like he was thinking about it. Then he shook his head no.
āThere is more to why I ālikeā you.ā
You wanted to say more but that was the end of that conversation because he went right back to work. Part of you believed it was stress relief. Another part now went the planet fruit excuse.
Everything else about him was composed. Regal almost.
Untouchable.
He was respected by many Viltrumites here.
But when he was between your legs like this? His hair was a mess. He made many noises you know no one else has heard from him. His eyes would get watery and filled with lust and need.
Not to mention he loved being drenched when he was done with you. One time his face was literally dripping because he got you to squirt on him. Heād always get up too, like it was nothing.
You still didnāt know how to feel about him. He was your kidnapper after all and not to mention he looked and sounded exactly like your ex. It was a complex situation. Even months later you felt conflicted.
But maybe, just maybe, you could get used to this as long as he stayed just as needy to eat you out.
