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synopsis: you're supposed to be healing. mark's supposed to behave. but neither of you are very good at following the rulesâand once he starts, he can't stop.
warnings: smut, rough/dominant mark, mark being a perv, sub!reader, fem!reader, dirty talk, breeding kink vibes, possessive behavior, praise, overstimulation, soft obsession, light pain kink (due to injuries), oral (fem receiving), oral-to-pentration transition, unprotected sex, creampie, getting caught by cecil
wc: 6k
Your sweat. Your skin. Your wrecked body calling to him like a fucking siren.
Mark shouldn't be hard right now.
You're hurt. You're bleeding. You almost died. And still, all he can think about is the way your legs are spreadâlike a dare.
Like a death sentence.
She's hurt. She's half-naked. She almost died. And I'm standing here like I'm about to fuck her in a hospital bedâbecause I am.
You're sprawled across the GDA medbedâbruised, bandaged, breathtaking. The remnants of your tank top barely cling to you, the shredded fabric sliding over your ribs. The gauze across your side is already bleeding through. One thigh's propped up slightly, bruises painted like ink across soft flesh.
And that stupid fucking blanket is hanging off your hip, one tug away from falling.
You look like sin.
Mark's hands are curled into fists. He tries not to breathe you in againâtries to look away from your thighs, from the blood, the curve of your waistâbut his eye betray him.
Everything about you pulls him in. It always has.
Dangerous? No. You're catastrophic.
"You keep staring," you murmur, dry.
Mark's fingers twitch at his sides, his jaw clenched.
Of course I'm staring. Look at you. Fucking look at you. All wrecked and smug like you know what you're doing to me.
"Sorry," he mutters.
"No, you're not."
You don't even open your eyes. Just let your head tip back like you can sense how close he is to breaking.
"You could've died," he says.
"You say that every time."
"You keep almost dying."
"And yet," you breathe, finally cracking one eye open, "here I am. Breathing. Chest rising. Skin flushed. Guts still inside."
A smirk curls your lips. "Guess you'll have to deal with that, won't you?"
And that's it.
That's the moment Mark snaps, hitting him all at onceâthe fear of losing you, the aching need, the way you're taunting him, bleeding and beautiful.
And he breaks.
"Fuck it."
He's on you in seconds.
Not rough. Not angry.
Just urgent.
Desperate.
I'm not even pretending anymore. I need her. I need to taste her. I need to mark every fucking inch of her until she remembers she's mine.
His mouth crashes onto yours, fingers cradling your face, threading into your hair like he's afraid you'll vanish beneath him. You kiss him back without hesitationâtongue sliding against his, slow and warm and unbothered.
She tastes like heat. Salt. Blood. Fuck, she tastes alive.
"Youâfuck, you don't know what you do to me," Mark groans, pulling back just enough to breathe.
His hand slides down your side, reverent.
You flinch slightly when he grazes the bandage on your ribs.
He freezes instantly.
"Not the left side," you murmur.
"Okay."
So he kisses the right instead.
Then just below it.
Then lower.
And lower.
Still, you don't stop him. Still watching him with half-lidded eyes like you're curious what he'll do if you just let go.
She's letting me. She's letting me see her like this. Letting me touch. Letting me taste. I'd drop to my knees for her every fucking time if she just asked.
Mark tugs the blanket down.
You're wearing black pantiesâthin, snug, and soaked.
And holy shit.
He nearly groans out loud just from the sight.
Fuck. Fuck. I can see the shape of her cunt through these. She's wet. She's wet for me.
"Do youâ" his voice cracks. "Do you want this?"
You prop yourself up on one elbow. "What do you think?"
"I need to hear you say it."
You look him dead in the eye.
"I want your mouth between my legs."
Mark chokes on the air, feeling his cock throbbing.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Don't come in your pants, don't fucking come just from thatâ
He kisses your knee.
Then the curve of your thigh.
His mouth lingers on every bruise like he's trying to erase them with his tongue, every slow press of his lips a prayer to whatever god let you survive.
Finally, finally, he kisses you right over your panties.
"You smell so fucking good," he breathes, inhaling shamelessly. "Been thinking about this for weeks."
You huff a soft laugh. "Knew you were a pervert."
"Yeah," he groans, dragging his nose along the crease of your thigh. "I am. And I'm so gone for you. I'd lick this pussy through cotton, denim, Kevlar. Doesn't matter. I want it like I want air."
I'm a fucking mess. I'd sniff this pussy in public. I'd lap it up in front of a goddamn mirror just to watch myself beg.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and drags them down slow.
And when you're bare?
He dives in.
Tongue flattening against your slit. Then a slow, wet stripe all the way up to your clit. He groansâlow, filthy, addicted.
She's warm. Sweet. Salty. Fucking perfect. Mine. This pussy's fucking mine. I could die with my face buried here. I want it on my face, on my chin, want her dripping down my neck. Want to fuck her and lick it off my own cock.
You gasp, hips twitching.
Mark grips your thighs tighter, anchoring you.
"Don't move," he mutters against you. "Let me make you come. Just this once. Let me be the only one who ever gets to see you fall apart."
Then he sucks your clit into his mouth and moans like he's about to lose it.
Lapping. Sucking. Breathing against your folds.
I'm gonna make her scream. Gonna make her drip. Gonna make her beg.
You're panting now. Your fingers curl into his hair.
"Don't stop," you gasp.
"Say my name," he groans into you, tongue circling. "Say you want me."
"Markâfuckâkeep goingâ"
And that's all he needs.
He starts eating you like a man possessed.
Tongue dragging. Mouth sucking. Breath heavy through his nose as he fucks you with his mouth like it's the last thing he'll ever do, loving the way your hips jerk.
She's shaking. She's coming. She's falling apart just for me. God, I need this. I need her. I need her to come again. Again. Againâ
You break.
Your orgasm hits hard, gasping, hips bucking off the bedâand he doesn't stop. He moans into your cunt, nose buried in your folds, licking you through it, chin soaked, tongue fucking you through the aftershocks.
I'm gonna make her come again. I don't care if she's twitching. I want her ruined. I want to fuck her full and then clean it all up with my tongue.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are glistening.
He swipes a thumb across his mouth and licks it clean, pupils blown wide.
"You gonna let me fuck you now?" he pants, voice raw. "Or do I have to make you come again first?"
You didn't say anything. Just watching him through lazy lashes, breathing heavily.
You looked like you knew.
Knew he's seconds from ruining every promise he made to take it slow. Knew how hard he's been since the moment he walked in. Knew you had him.
And let him see everything he needs in your eyes.
She's mine. Mine. And I'm about to fuck her like I'll never get the chance.
He runs a hand through his hair, ragged.
"I shouldn't."
You arched a brow. "But?"
He groans. "But I will."
Mark stands between your legs, breath shaking, hands trembling at your hips.
She wants me. She wants me now. After everythingâafter almost dyingâshe's giving this to me. Letting me have her. Letting me fuck her.
He shoves his pants down to mid-thigh, cock springing out and slapping against his abdomenâthick, flushed, and leaking already.
You glance at it, brows lifting. "You've been hard this whole time?"
He grits his teeth. "From just looking at you."
You hum. "Bigger than I expected."
Mark groans, fisting his cock once. Beads of pearl leak at the tip and smears down his shaft as he strokes. Your eyes linger on it, almost curious.
"You're evil."
You grin. "You love it."
He does.
He fucking does.
I love that she teases me. I love that she ruins me. I love that I'm this hard and she hasn't even touched me yet.
Mark slides two fingers between your folds.
You're soaked.
Dripping from the orgasm he just gave you. Warm, wet, swollen.
He nearly whimpers.
"God, you're soaked."
"You made me come," you say, voice lazy. "What did you expect?"
Mark presses the head of his cock to your entrance. His breath catches.
"You sure?"
are you sure?
You shoot him a look. "If you don't fuck me right now, I will break your nose."
That's all it takes.
He slides into you slowlyâbut he's so thick, so long, the stretch pulls a sound from your throat that's a half-growl, half-moan as your hips twitch.
Mark groans deep in his chest.
Holy fuck. She's tight. She's squeezing me like she doesn't wanna let go. Warm. Hot. Velvet. Fucking heaven.
You're panting, nails digging into his forearm.
"You're too big."
He pauses, buried halfway.
"I can stopâ"
"Don't you dare."
He growls low in his throat and bottoms out, cock buried to the hilt.
Fuck. Fuck. She's wrapped around me. All of me. I could die like this. I could stay like this forever.
His forehead drops to yours, breathing hard, trying not to come on the spot.
"You feelâJesusâyou feel perfect."
You clenched around him on purpose, smirking.
"Mark?"
He swallows.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me like you mean it."
And he does.
He snaps his hips forward, and you shout.
Hard, deep, fast.
No warm-up. No mercy. Just raw, hungry, desperate thrusts that shake the bed and jolt your body with every slam.
Your injured body rocks with each stroke, but you didn't stop him. You gripped him tighter. You moan louder. You meet him thrust for thrust.
You take him like you were made for it.
"You're gonna break me," you gasp.
He growls. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"You're the pervertâ"
"You're the one taking me so fucking wellâlike your pussy belongs to me."
He pulls out halfway, slams back in, again and again, wet slaps echoing in the sterile room, your slick coating his cock.
He grips your thigh, pushes your knee up, angles deeperâand hits your spot.
Your back arches with a strangled cry.
"Markâfuckâthere, right thereâ!"
He doesn't stop.
He drives into it over and over, mercilessly, grinding his cock deep inside your soaked, pulsing cunt until your eyes roll back.
"Right there?" he pants, drilling into your spot again. "You want me to keep hitting it? Wanna come again on my cock?"
You moan. "Yesâyesâyesâ"
"Say you want it," he pants.
"I want itâ"
"Louder."
"I want your cock, MarkâI want you to ruin meâ"
That's it.
He loses it.
She wants to be ruined? Then I'll fucking ruin her.
Mark grabs the headboard with one hand, the back of your thigh with the other, holding you down while he pounds into you, cock pistoning like he's trying to claim you from the inside. Wet slaps echo in the sterile room, your slick coating his cock as he pounds you ruthlessly.
Your cries get louder. Needier.
He watches your tits bounce with every thrust, watches your face twist in pleasure.
"Come for me," he growls. "Come all over this cock."
You do.
You scream.
You come so hard your thighs seize and your cunt clamps tight, pulsing around him in waves that make Mark sees stars.
And even then, he doesn't stop.
He keeps going.
Thrusting through it.
Grinding into your g-spot like he's chasing another orgasm before you can breathe.
She's not done. I'm not done. I'm gonna fill her. Gonna come inside her. Gonna make her leak for days.
He leans down, panting into your mouth.
"Can Iâfuckâcan I come inside?"
"Do it," you gasp.
"You're not on anything."
"I said do it, Markâ"
That's all it takes.
He slams in deepâone last timeâand lets go.
He spills into you in thick, hot pulses, filling you to the brim, groaning against your neck, body shaking from the force of it.
You can feel itâhis cum flooding your cunt, thick and hot, dripping already.
He doesn't pull out.
Not yet.
He just lays there, panting over you, cock twitching inside your drenched, used hole, both of you ruined.
You brush a hand through his sweaty hair, breath catching.
"Still a pervert," you murmur.
Mark grins against your skin.
"Only for you."
And you both know it's not over.
Because he's still hard. Still inside you.
Still hard.
Still twitching.
You're trembling beneath him. Bruised, wet, leaking, Your chest rises and falls with ragged gasps, skin flushed, sweat clinging to every dip of your body.
I just came and I'm still hard. Still deep. Still obsessed.
He doesn't move.
Doesn't pull out.
His cock throbs inside your slick, cum-stuffed cunt, and he feels your walls flutter around him againâlike your body can't tell if it's sated or starving.
"Mark..." you breathe, voice raw "You're stillâ"
"Hard?" he murmurs against your neck, dragging his nose along your collarbone. "Yeah."
"You just cameâ"
"I know." He grinds his hips, slow, thick, deep. You jolt beneath him, overstimulated. Your moan is hoarse.
"And you're still dripping."
He can feel it. His cum, hot and thick, slid down your thighs, coating your pussy, soaking the ruined medbed beneath you.
He growls low in his throat.
"I filled you up," he murmurs. "But it's not enough."
You twitchâyour leg jerks involuntarily when his cock shifts inside you again. Your body is too sensitive, your pussy so raw and full and wet.
Yet, you laugh, broken and breathless. "That's the pervert talking again."
He pulls out halfwayâonly to slam back in, thick and wet and deep.
"That pervert wants to watch it all leak out just so he can fuck it back in."
He fucks it back in.
Slow.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
You gasp, head tipping back.
Mark groans. "That's it. Take it. Take every drop like the good girl you are."
His hand trails down to your thigh, spreading you wider. His other slides under your back, lifting you just slightly, angling you so he can go deeper.
You whimper.
Fucking perfect. She's already wrecked, and I'm still hard. Still hungry. Still not done.
Your body twitches with every lazy thrust. You try to close your legsâbut he grips your knees and pins them apart, burying himself deep again.
"I said lie back," he growls. "Be good. And let me finish the job."
"Markâ"
He cuts you off with a kissâsloppy, wet, claiming.
You try to breathe, but he doesn't give you the space. His tongue slides past your lips, tasting you, owning you, devouring you.
And thenâwithout warningâhe flips you.
I want to see her face while I fuck her stupid. Want to watch her drool and sob and smile while I stuff her full again.
You gasp as he drags your hips back, hands firm, strong, urgent. He pulls you to your knees, forces your ass up, presses your chest to the sheets.
Look at her. Fucked dumb. Covered in bruises and cum and still so fucking tight.
You barely register the position shift before his cock slams back in.
You scream.
"F-FuckâMarkâthereâ!"
He pounds into you from behind, skin slapping skin, each thrust harder than the last. Your ass ripples with every impact. Your arms tremble. The bed jerks beneath you.
Mark watches it all.
Your back arched. Your mouth open. Your thighs shaking.
She's mine. Mine. No one else gets to see her like this.
His hand wraps in your hair, yanks your head back so he can whisper into your ear:
"You wanted round two, baby? Then fucking take it."
He slams in againâwet, filthy, relentless. Your pussy's so soaked now that every thrust squelches, obscene and loud.
He watches your juices drip from our slit to the sheets. Watches his cock disappear into your cunt again and again.
"You'reânnnghâyou're disgusting."
"You're soaked."
"I just came."
"You're gonna come again."
He fucks you faster, sloppier. His cum is squelching out around his cock now, coating your thighs, dripping off your ass, pooling under you.
It's filthy.
You let him rail you into the mattress like it's what your body was made for.
"You like this?" he groans. "You like being fucked so full you can't hold it?"
You nod desperately. "YesâyesâMarkâpleaseâ"
He groans, hips jerking harder.
She's begging again. Already. And I'm just getting started.
His hand grips your jaw and pulls your face back to him.
"Say it again."
"PleaseâMarkâplease don't stopâ"
He fucks into you hardâone perfect, brutal thrust.
Your legs give out.
And then you come.
Again.
A sob rips from your throat as your pussy clenches, your body locking up around him, slick gushing down your thighs.
That's what does it.
Mark gives you everything again.
He slams deepâhips flushâcock pulsing as he comes inside you again, moaning against your neck, spilling himself into your already ruined cunt.
More. Hotter. Thicker.
Your body jerks with the force of it, and he keeps grinding in, like he's trying to push it in deeper.
You both collapse.
His chest on your back. His arms around your waist. His cock still inside you.
Neither of you speak.
There's only the sound of your breaths, your pulse, your soaked skin sticking to his.
His mouth presses to your shoulder, reverent.
"I'll do it again," he whispers.
You don't answer.
But your cunt clenches around him.
And Mark grins.
Eventually, he pulls out. You wince. His cum trickles down the inside of your thigh. Thick and white. Coating your folds. Sliding over your ass.
Holy fuck. That's mine. I did that. I filled her up and she's still leaking.
Mark swears softly under his breath and grabs the nearest towel, but his eyes are locked to your pussy. The stretch. The swollen, wet curve. The pink glistening between your thighs.
I want to push it back in. I want to use my fingers. My tongue. My cock again. I don't care how tired I am. I need to ruin her again.
"Sorryâhere, I've got you. Just let meâfuck, you're dripping."
He presses the cloth between your legs gently, kissing your knee.
"Still okay?" he whispers, voice hoarse.
You hum. "Better than okay."
She's going to kill me. Fuck me to death and I'll die smiling.
He wipes you slowly, carefully, holding your legs open, watching his mess drip out of you.
He groans. "I don't wanna waste any of it."
You scoff. "Don't get ideas."
"I already have them," he grins, tossing the towel and crawling back up beside you. "Let me hold you."
"You're heavy."
"I'm warm."
"...Fine."
You let him spoon you from behind, his hand gently palming your bruised waist, thumb grazing your stomach.
"You're mine," he murmurs, pressing his nose into your hair. "No one gets to see you like that but me."
"Jealous?"
"Territorial."
"...Pervert."
"Yours," he murmurs. "Until you beg me to stop. And then I'll stop being a pervert. But now?"
He rolled his hips, letting you feel his already hardened cock grind against your lower back.
Slow.
Heavy.
"i'm not done," he growls.
"Mark..." you breathed, fingers curling against his shoulder. "You cameâtwice."
"So?" His voice is low. Wrecked. Dangerous. "You're still wet."
His hips grind against yours, cock dragging against your oversensitive walls, slow and thick. You twitchâgasping.
"I'm not done tasting you," he murmurs against your throat. "Not until you forget your own fucking name."
"Markâ" your voice cracks, almost a plea.
He growls.
"Say it again."
You bit your lip and shook your head.
Wrong move.
He grabs your hips, pulls out halfway, and slams back in hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs.
"Say it."
"FuckâMark!"
"There she is."
He fucks you slowâagonizingly slow. Each thrust drags slick down your thighs, your overstimulated cunt gripping him so tight he hisses through his teeth.
"You gonna tell me to stop?" he rasps. "Or you want me to keep going?"
"You're obsessed," you pant, nails dragging down his back.
He leans in, lips brushing your ear.
"I'm in love."
You freeze.
Just a second.
That's all he needsâbecause the next thrust steals your breath.
Harder now. More focused.
He's not fucking you just to fuck you. He's making a point.
That you're his.
That your body remembers him.
That no matter how hard you fight itâyou melt for him.
Every. Damn. Time.
"You think I can stop now?" he groans, kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your throat. "After feeling you come around me? After watching your eyes roll back? After hearing you beg?"
His cock slams deepâyour moan cuts off.
"You're fucking soaked, baby."
His fingers find your clit againârubbing it in tight, filthy circles.
You jerk, twitching, trying to squirm away.
He holds you still.
"Nope," he growls. "You don't get to run."
"MarkâIâI can'tâ"
"Yes, you can." His voice softens for just a moment. "You can take it. You always take it."
You whimperâjust a little.
That makes him snap.
He flips youâhands on your waist, dragging your hips back, forcing you onto your knees on the medbed. You barely register the change in position before he's inside again, deeper now, angled just right to hit that sweet, devastating spot.
You cry outâloud.
"F-Fuckâthereâ!"
He pounds into you from behind, hands gripping your ass so tight it stings.
"Yeah?" he pants. "That's it? That's the spot?"
Your response is a broken sob of pleasure.
He leans over you, his chest brushing against your back as he whispers into your ear:
"Still so tight," he pants. "Still clenching. Godâlike your pussy knows me now."
His balls slap against your soaked cunt with every thrust. Your legs shake. Your arms tremble.
Your body is wrecked. Ruined. Perfectly fucked.
But you don't beg him to stop.
You take it.
You want it.
"Such a good girl," he pants. "Letting me use you like this. Letting me fill you up again and again."
"PleaseâMarkâpleaseâ"
He doesn't stop.
He growls your name like it's a prayer, a curse, a vow.
And then he grabs your hipsâthrusts deepâand stays there.
You gasp.
He's not moving.
"W-Whyâ"
"I want you to feel every drop when I come inside you again."
"F-Fuckâ"
Your cunt clenches around him, trembling, overstimulated, raw and needy.
And then you break.
Your fourth orgasm rips through you like a stormâyour entire body locking, hips jerking, breath stuttering into a silent scream.
That does it.
Mark slams deep and stays, cock twitching as he empties inside you a third timeâhot, thick spurts that flood your already ruined pussy.
He slumps forward, chest to your back, arms wrapping around your stomach, anchoring you.
Neither of you spoke.
Not for a long, long time.
You're shaking. You're leaking. You're full.
He doesn't pull out.
Not yet.
He kisses your neck. Your shoulder. The back of your ear.
And thenâsoftly, like it's a secretâ
"I'll do it again."
You smirk, dazed.
"...Round four?"
Mark grins against your skin.
"Oh, baby."
"We're just getting started."
The room still reeks of sex.
Of sweat, blood, and something filthyâsomething primal. The medbed's a mess. Your thighs are coated. Your body's trembling. And Mark?
Still inside you.
Still hard.
Still buried to the hilt.
You're slumped against the mattress, one cheek pressed to the pillow, your ass tilted up, both legs shaking from being fucked into another dimension. Your cunt is raw. leaking. Full.
Mark leans over you, lips brushing your spine. His cock twitches again inside your overstimulated pussy.
"...I think I blacked out," you rasp, voice hoarse and barely audible.
Mark lets out a short, ruined laugh, dazed. "Yeah. You clamped down so hard Iâ"
The door opens.
Both your heads jerk up.
"Mark, I need an update onâ"
Cecil.
Fucking.
Stedman.
Stnading in the doorway.
Holding a folder.
Pausing.
Looking right at you.
Your entire half-naked body spread out across the GDA medbed, bruised, flushed and dripping. Hickeys across your neck. Bite marks on your shoulder. Cum leaking out of your cunt.
Mark is behind you. Also half-naked. Also covered in sweat. Cock still buried inside you.
Still hard.
Still twitching.
No one moves.
No one says a word.
Mark slowly lifts his head, mortified.
"...Sir."
Cecil doesn't even flinch.
He stares.
Long and hard.
Then exhales through his nose like he's been through Vietnam and this somehow ranks worse.
You groan, dropping your face back into the pillow. "For fuck's sakeâ"
"This isn't what it looks like." Mark blurts.
Cecil raises a single eyebrow. "Son. It exactly looks like what it looks like."
Cecil slowly turns to you, deadpan.
"You do realize you're on government surveillance, right?"
You blink.
"What."
He gestures at the corner. "Thermal cameras. Body monitors. Vital sensors. Whole nine yards. And unless I'm mistaken, we just clocked four orgasms, three ejaculations, one dislocated bed railing, and a sudden spike in your heartbeat that almost triggered a defibrillator call."
Mark makes a small dying noise.
You just glare.
"I said don't stop. I didn't say invite your boss."
Cecil pinches the bridge of his nose.
"I was coming to tell you she's cleared for fieldwork in seventy-two hours," he mutters, already turning back toward the door. "Not that you took it as an invitation to field test her flexibility."
"I'm still injured," you mumble into the pillow, hiding your face.
"Clearly not enough to stop you from reverse cowgirl while bleeding internally."
Mark groans.
Cecil turns at the doorway. "Also? You're on cleaning duty. Bed's broken."
He pauses.
"And for the record?" He looks at Mark with one absolutely withering glance. "If you're gonna rail someone so hard they lose brain function, maybe next time... lock the damn door, kid."
He walks out.
Slams it shut.
Silence.
Mark stares at the wall.
"...I'm gonna die," he whispers into your back.
You wheeze.
"You better not," you mutter. "You still owe me round four."
Mark groans again. Deeper. Filthier.
"Oh my god."
You reach back, slap his thigh. "Round four, Grayson."
He grabs your hips.
And thrusts.
Hard.
You scream into the pillow, laughing and moaning all at once.
Your body is limp. Breathless. Shaking.
But MarkâMark is still hard inside you.
Still thick. Still pulsing. Still possessive.
The aftermath of round three clings to your skin like oil. His cum slicks your thighs, your stomach, the inside of your cuntâwet, warm, and never-ending. And he's not stopping. Not even close.
"You're insane," you gasp, voice hoarse, barely there.
Mark's lips are pressed to your spine, panting against your sweat-slicked skin. His cock throbs deep inside youâso deep it feels like you'll never be empty again.
He doesn't answer.
Just groans.
Long.
Low.
Starved.
I could stay inside her forever. Just fuck her slow until she begs me to stopâthen keep going anyway.
"...Still warm," he rasps, hips rocking slow. "Still tight."
God, I can feel her twitching around me. Like her body wants me again. Like her pussy knows it belongs to me.
His fingers dig into your hips, bruising. His forehead rests between your shoulder blades. You can feel the tremble in his thighs, the possessive heat pulsing off of him like a second skin.
And thenâ
Then he moves again.
Slow. Sinful.
Dragging himself out of your swollen cunt inch by inch, just to slide back in with a filthy, squelching sound that makes you gasp intot he pillow.
"Markâ" Your voice cracks. "Pleaseâ"
"Still begging?" he groans. "Even after I fucked you full?"
Look at her. Limp. Leaking. And she still wants more. Fuck, I'll give her more. I'll break her open and stuff her full again until she forgets her name.
Your fingers curl against the sheets. Your whole body twitches.
"You wanted to be ruined," he growls. "So let me finish the job."
And then he starts fucking you again.
Hard.
Sloppy.
Obsessed.
Every thrust punches air from your lungs. Your tits bounce. Your bruised rubs ache. But all you can feelâall you wantâis more. More of him. More of this. More of the way he fucks you like he owns you.
"You're still dripping," he snarls. "Fucking hellâlook at you. Look at how much you needed this."
My cum's still leaking out of her and I can see it. Thick. White. Mine. Coating her thighs like a brand.
His cum leaks around the base of his cock with every thrust. You're soaked. Ruined. Splattered with it.
"You gonna come again?" he pants against your ear. "Gonna come with my cock still inside you? With my cum still inside you?"
You choke on a moan.
"F-FuckâMarkâ"
He grans your hips and slams into you, voice breaking.
"Say my name. Say it while I'm still fucking you like this."
Her voiceâsaying my name like thatâfuck, I'd come just from that. I want to record it. Play it in my fucking ear every night while I jerk off.
"MarkâMarkâMarkâ!"
"You're fucking mine."
This is mine. All of it. Her throat, her moans, her cunt milking me like she never wants to let go.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulls you up until your back arches against his chest, his cock still buried inside you from behind.
"You forget your own name yet?" he growls against your throat.
You shudder.
"Because I'm gonna make sure you do."
Then he starts pounding up into you, your ass bouncing off his thighs, your cunt a soaked mess around him. Every thrust hits that sweet, broken spot that makes your knees go weak.
His voice is ragged nowâlike he's losing it.
"I'll fuck you until you can't think straight. Until you forget what it feels like to not have me inside you."
You're babbling. Barely coherent. Tears sting the corner of your eyesânot from pain, but from overstimulation. From how good it is. How full you are. How utterly destroyed he's making you.
Mark bites down on your shoulder, groaning like an animal.
"You wanted round four, baby? You want everything?"
"Y-Yesâ"
"Then take it."
He throws you down again. Flips you on your back. Crawls over you, cock still inside.
He stares down.
You're flushed. Wet. Shaking.
And smiling.
"You're such a fucking pervert," you whisper.
Mark's pupils are blown black. His body is tight, trembling above you. He lowers himself, cups your face.
And thenâ
His voice drops.
"I love you."
You freeze.
Just a second.
Thenâ
"I know," you breathe.
And then he kisses you.
Hard.
Deep.
Like it's the last thing he'll ever do.
Your breath's caught somewhere between a sob and a moan. Mark's lips are still on yoursâfeverish, clumsy, needy. His cock is still inside you. Throbbing. Dragging against your too-sensitive walls like he's trying to write his name on you.
You're so full.
His cum's already leaking out from round three, but he hasn't pulled out once. Just stayed there. Pressed deep. Obsessesd.
"I meant it," he murmurs into your mouth. "I love you."
You breathe in shakily, eyes fluttering. Your legs twitch around his hips.
"Markâ"
"Say it back."
You pause.
Thenâsoft, brokenâ "I love you."
Something breaks in him.
Fuck, I'd give her everything. My name. My life. My goddamn soul. Just to hear her say that again with my cock still inside her.
He growls, low and guttural. And then he moves again.
Slower nowâbut harder. Meaner. His cock drags out soaked and then slams back in until your thighs shake around him. Until your breath comes out in little gasps.
I should stopâbut I can't. I don't want to. I want to make her come until she forgets how to walk.
He grabs your wrists. Pins them above your head.
"You love me?" he grits, thrusting again. "You love being fucked like this?"
You moan and nod like youâre barely holding together. Your whole bodyâs trembling, soaked, messy.
"Say it again,â he pants, desperate, like he needs to hear you say it to survive.
You gasp, almost crying, "I love youâI f-fucking love youâ!"
He lets go of one wrist. Brings his thumb down to rub tight, filthy circles against your clit while his cock pounds up into you like a goddamn sledgehammer.
"I'm gonna make you come again," he pants. "I want to feel you squeeze me. Want to feel this perfect pussy milk every drop I give you."
You whine.
"Markâ"
"Yeah? Right there? You like that? You gonna come for me again?"
Your body locks up. Your thighs squeeze around his waist, your back arches hardâand then you shatter.
Slick floods around his cock. You're convulsingâagainâwrung out, tears in your eyes, mouth open but no sound coming.
Mark doesn't stop.
"Oh my god," he groans. "You're still coming."
He slams in again. Harder. Rougher. His hips stutter. His voice turns desperate.
"F-Fuck, youâre squeezing the life outta meâJesus, I canâtâ"
You grab his armâclaw into his shoulderâ
"Do it," you whisper. "Come inside. Again. I want to feel itâplease, Markâ"
He slams in and stays.
Thick.
Buried.
Deep.
His cock jerks once, twiceâ
And then he's coming.
Hard.
So fucking much.
You feel every pulse. Every rope. Every drop of cum flooding into you like your pussy was made to take it. Your belly aches with the heat of it, your whole body shaking beneath him.
He moans into your mouth, still grinding his hips, like he wants to push it deeper. Like he's trying to mark you from the inside out.
"I love you," he says again. "You're mine. Mine. Fuckâ"
His forehead presses to yours.
You both breathe like you just survived something.
And maybe you did.
He pulls out slow.
You whimper.
His cum spills out of youâwet, hot, shameless.
He watches it and groans.
God, I want to lick it all up. I want to see it on her tongue. Taste it from her pussy. Watch it drop onto my hand just so I can push it back inside.
Thenâreaches down, spreads your thighs wider, pushes two fingers back in, curling them to keep it from leaking.
"I'm keeping it in," he murmurs. "Every drop."
You twitch. "Pervert."
"Yours," he smirks.
Your legs won't stop trembling.
You're boneless beneath him, soaked in sweat, skin sticky with bruises and spit and slick. Your pussy pulses with the aftershocksâraw, full, dripping. You can still feel him leaking out of you. Still feel his fingers thereâgently plugging it back in.
Mark's forehead rests against your temple.
His voice is hoarse. "Didn't mean to get that hard."
You snort, exhausted. "Liar."
He laughs quietly, arm wrapping tighter around your waist.
"I did," he admits. "You looked too good. All bruised and bandaged and half-naked. And your mouthâGodâyour mouth was saying stop but your eyes said keep going."
"They didn't."
"They screamed it."
You hum, too tired to argue.
He shifts slightly and you wince, a soft sound escaping.
"Too much?"
"No," you rasp. "Not enough."
Mark groans and drops a kiss to your shoulder.
"You're unbelievable," he mumbles. "Most people want a nap after getting railed."
"Nap after round five," you mumble.
His cock twitches against your thigh.
"...Don't say that unless you mean it."
You crack one eye open. Smirk. "You're hard again?"
"You were clenching," he huffs. "You know what that does to me."
You roll onto your backâbarelyâpulling him with you. He drapes an arm over your waist, nose burying in your hair.
You both breathe in silence for a minute.
"...It smells like sex in here."
"Yeah," Mark grins into your neck. "Like you. And me. And all the filth we just did."
You feel his cock throb again. He's not even inside, and he's still hard. Still aching.
"Don't even think about it."
"I wasn't," he lies instantly.
If she clenches around me one more time, I'm gonna fuck her into the mattress and come until she's dripping for a week.
"You're twitching.â
"So are you."
"...Pervert."
He kisses the shell of your ear. "Yours."
His hand slides up under your ruined tank top. His palms rests beneath your ribsâwarm. careful.
You sigh. Sink into him.
"I love you," he murmurs again, softer this time.
You whisper it back.
And finally, your eyes start to flutter closed.
And outside, Cecil orders every camera wiped, every log erased... and a hazmat crew for medbay three.
Pillows? On the floor. Blanket? Kicked to the side. The whole damn thing was creaking under you as Mark pounded into you, his hands gripping your hips like you were his personal stress relief.
And god, the way he was fucking you?
It was deep, hungry, unrelentingâhis golden eyes half-lidded, his lips parted, sweat glistening on his skin as he slammed into you from below.
âF-Fuck,â you choked out, nails digging into his shoulders, struggling to keep up as you bounced on his cock, your thighs already burning.
Mark smirked, cocky as hell, his hands squeezing your ass. âGetting tired already?â
Your glare was cut off by a sharp thrust, making you cry out, your balance breaking as you collapsed against his chest.
Mark laughed, his hand spreading over your lower back, keeping you in place.
âGuess I gotta do all the work.â
And thenâ
He started thrusting up into you, fast and deep, hitting that spot inside you over and over, his pace ruthless, his grip bruising.
Your moans turned into shameless whimpers, Markâs chuckle dark as he watched you fall apart.
âYou look so fucking good like this,â he murmured, licking his lips, his thumb brushing over your swollen, spit-slicked lips.
And thenâ
he flipped you over.
His spit dripped down, landing right on your tongue.
âSwallow.â
You did.
And his cock twitched inside you, a groan slipping from his throat as he thrust even harder.
âFuckâyeah, thatâs my good girl.â
You shuddered, your walls clenching around him, and Mark grinned, flipping you instantly into reverse cowgirl.
Your hands gripped the couch, Markâs palms spreading your ass, watching as your soaked pussy took him to the hiltagain and again.
âLook at that,â he groaned, watching himself disappear inside you. âTaking me so fucking well.â
His palm cracked against your ass, making you gasp, your thighs trembling.
Mark groaned at the way you tightened around him. âOh, you fucking like that?â
Another slap.
Your moan was loud, shaky, desperate.
Mark cursed, his pace brutal, each thrust sending shockwaves through you, until you were clawing at the couch, unable to hold yourself up.
He wasnât done.
Not even close.
He grabbed you, flipping you onto your stomach, his chest pressing against your back as he slammed into you from behind.
The couch rocked, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, Markâs grunts mixing with your gasps as he fucked you like he owned you.
His teeth bit down on your shoulder, his hand wrapping around your throat, holding you right where he wanted you.
And thenâ
His other hand slipped down, rubbing your clit, his pace never slowing.
âCome for me,â he murmured against your ear, his voice deep, breathless, commanding.
Your whole body tensed, your orgasm slamming into you, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you screamed his name, your walls clamping down so tight he groaned, almost losing it right there.
But he wasnât done.
Before you could recover, Mark had you on your back, his hands grabbing your thighs, pushing your legs all the way up until your knees were nearly touching your shoulders.
The new angle?
Fucking lethal.
You screamed, your hands gripping his arms, nails digging in, because holy fuck, he was deepâhitting spots he hadnât before, splitting you open in the best way.
âShitâMarkââ
His thumb rubbed your clit again, making you arch, shudder, your second orgasm building too fast, your body overstimulated, trembling, completely at his mercy.
He groaned, his pace ragged, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter as he chased his own release, his cock twitching inside you.
And thenâ
He fucking came inside you, his hips stuttering, his groan low, raw, his fingers tightening around your thighs as he emptied himself completely, filling you to the brim.
His breath was heavy, his golden eyes hazey, dark, his whole body shaking from the intensity of it.
For a moment, he just stared at you, his lips parting as he watched his cum leak out of you, glistening on your thighs, dripping onto the couch.
Warnings: mature content, dub con!!!, backshots, choking, biting, hematolagnia (blood kink), dacryphilia, overstimulation, he's rough, big dickk, pet names (baby, angel), a lil degradation, he's obsessed and possessive, p without much plot
w.c: no clue
a.n: a little drabble for you guys!! thank you sm for all the love on my first post! It really motivated me ily all sm đ˛ęŞ Btw, this idea isn't mine and I don't really remember where i saw it but that shit resonated with me so now I'm writing a lil something abt it. So if you know, lmk so i can credit you for the idea!!
divider credit: @cursed-carmine
Synopsis: He's so glad that you're alive in this universe, he's missed you so much, doesn't matter if you don't know him yet, he'll make sure he's the only thought in your pretty little head for the rest of time .á
"Missed you so much.." he bit down your neck, breaking skin, groaning as your blood floods his mouth
"still tastes so good, baby" he mumbled as he lapped at your blood, sniffing you like a fucking freak.
"Gonna fuck you so good.., 'm taking you back to my dimension when this shit is all over"
You shook your head no, tears streaming down your face. You had no idea what was going on. One second you were studying at your desk and the now you're getting groped and fingered by a variant of your ex. You had seen the news of the invincible variants destroying cities, you were worried about how mark might be holding up but now, it looks like you have other things to worry about. Like how he's going to impale you on his cock. Shit.
Your eyes were wide as you realised how big he was, your breath hitching.
"T-that's tooâ"
"Shh" he cooed, turning you so you were on all fours, putting you in a headlock with enough pressure to make your vision blur as he slid his tip across your folds. He huffed realising how wet you were.
"Jesus, you're fucking soaked angel" He pushed inside till his hips are flush against yours. You cry out pathetically, hands gripping onto his arm that's around your neck, unsure if your pushing him away or holding on.
He pulls back completely before thrusting back in roughly, making tears stream down your face. He almost cums at the sight.
"Fuckk there you go, forgot how much i loved making you cry. So pretty" he licked the tears off your face, setting a brutal pace as he pounds into you.
"Feel that? Feel how deep i am? This pussy's fucking mine now"
you can only moan a response. He leans forward, biting down your neck again and lapping at the blood, one hand trailing up your torso to grope your tits, pinching and messing with your nipples just to watch you cry out. He can feel how close you are, the hot feeling inside your belly coiling tighter and tighter.
"You're close. Cum. Cum on my cock, baby"
your body obeys before your mind could even catch up, your back arches against his chest, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your cunt clenches around his cock, pulsing, gripping him through wave after wave of release.
"Fuckâ" his voice strains against your ear. "That's it. That's it" He doesn't stop. Keeps thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out and chasing his own release. His arm stays locked around your neck, holding you pinned, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
His breath is hot, ragged. "Feel your little cunt squeezing me? Trying to milk me dry like the desperate thing you are."
You're boneless against him, twitching with aftershocks, barely able to form words. His pace doesn't let up, if anything, it gets faster.
"One more." His voice drops, demanding. "Give me one more, Angel."
His fingers leave your tits to find your clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles. The overstimulation makes you keen, your hips trying to squirm away, but his arm around your neck tightens just enough to make you rethink your decision to resist him.
"Uh uh. You can take it. You're my good little slut, aren't you?" He thrusts deeper, grinding against that spot inside making you see stars.
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'mâ" your voice cracks. Tears stream down your cheeks. "Yours."
"That's my girl."
His pace turns punishing, each thrust deep and grinding against that oversensitive spot inside you. Your body is beyond words now, just a trembling, moaning thing for him. Your vision blurs. Your mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Your orgasm building too fast.
"There you go." He feels you tightening around him, your walls fluttering. "Yeah, there. Cum."
Your orgasm crashes over you. Your body seizes a silent scream catching in your throat as your cunt spasms around his cock, milking him through wave and wave of white hot release. Your legs shake, fingers clawing at his forearm and you're vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face again.
He groans, giving you a few more rough thrusts before spilling his hot seed deep inside you. When the aftershocks finally subside, he catches his breath against your hair, breathing you in. At the sight of your fucked out expression, his cock twitches back into life inside you.
"Fuck baby. Missed that pretty face so much.. gonna fuck you again kay?"
Š coffeend 2026. do not repost/steal any of my work. thank you.
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