NEEDY | mark grayson x afab!reader (18+ mdni)
you aren't exactly sure how MARK GRAYSON ended up beneath you, wriggling and whimpering from the sheer, heavy ache of his need to be buried inside you.
you were just supposed to be studying in his room, it wasn't your fault heâd stretched his arms over his head, exposing that dark trail of hair leading down his stomach, and it certainly wasn't your fault he kept stammering every time you batted your eyelashes at him. his flustered laughter only made your gut pool with a familiar need. the need to see him 100x more nervous for you ofc! :p
he was practically begging you to pin him down and kiss him silly, and so, you did. the confused, muffled âhmph!â he made against your lips when you first caught him off guard only spurred you on. he didn't protest when you climbed into his lap, straddling him and grinding your hips against his. he didn't ask questions when you tugged the hair at the nape of his neck, kissing him with bruising force. he didn't care when the textbooks next to him fell to the ground with a thud when you kicked them away. he couldn't bare to potentially ruin the moment he'd been waiting for his whole life, for the many years he's loved you. there was no way he would go back to jerking off to the thought of you, this was way better!
once you decided you had enough of just dry humping, you move to unzip his jeans. he was blabbering out breathless "thank you's," as you unzipped him. his hands trembling as he tried his best to follow along with your confident movements, lifting his hips to help you tug his jeans and boxers down.
when his cock was finally freed, you couldn't help but stare. it sprung against his abs. he was so hard it looked painful, and it definitely was. mark was so turned he swears he could cum from a gust of wind! his skin flushed a deep, feverish pink, the tip leaking precum at an alarming rate. you wanted to memorize every vein, every inch of him, but the heat between your own legs was becoming too insistent to ignore.
after tossing your shorts aside, you didn't even bother with your panties, simply sliding them to the side to expose your heat to him. you took ahold of him, making his breath hitch as you ran his sensitive tip through your slick folds. he felt like he was in heaven, it felt so good and he had the prettiest thing ever sitting right on top of him!
"you okay?" you whispered, glancing up from his member to his ridiculously red face. "you're not gonna cum when i put it in, right?" you teased, tilting your head to make sure he wouldn't spill inside you immediately, it was just such a mark grayson thing to do. he shook his head hurriedly, trying to regain some semblance of composure by straightening his posture. "n- no!" he assured you, letting out a nervous, shaky laugh. "i'm not- i'm not like- a virgin or anything," he stammered. uh huh. "right..." you nodded skeptically, but decided to take your chances. you lined him up with your entrance, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. he was gawking at the sight of you, his whole body tense in anticipation.
when you finally sank down, the sensation was overwhelming. his eyes rolled back into his head and a moan far too loud for a quiet bedroom escaped him. your hand flew to his mouth to stifle it. "mark!" you warned, your voice trembling despite your attempt to stay in control. debbie is right downstairs, is he crazy?! his eyes shot open, wide and startled, as his apology came out as a muffled, ridiculous sound against your palm. you almost giggled, until he reached up to cup your breast, his touch making your breath hitch. he promised to be quieter, and you finally let your hand drop, granting him speech again.
"you're... you're so pretty," he breathed, struggling to tear his gaze away from your body so he wouldn't lose his grip too soon. you smile down at him warmly, his compliments and willingness to please you only make you wetter. you took a moment to adjust to his length before you began to move, your hips starting a slow, tentative rhythm to test his reaction. "f-fuuuuuck" he throws his head back, his jaw going slack. his heart beats a frantic, uneven rhythm against your chest, and he actually begins to pant, his breath coming in shallow, desperate hitches as he feels your pussy flutter and clench around him.
"god, mark," his name feels heavy and sweet on your tongue. "it's so... s'good," you manage to choke out, nodding your head as the pleasure rolls over you in waves, the band in your gut tightening. "soooo fucking good." at the praise, his cock twitches violently inside you. the sensation of his tip rhythmically kissing your cervix as you bounce atop him is overwhelmingly, almost painfully, satisfying. the wet, rhythmic slap of your hips meeting and separating echoes in the quiet room, a sound that makes your skin flush with heat. you silently pray that Debbie doesn't happen to wander past his bedroom door.
Mark looks like heâs overstimulated. his eyes are screwed shut tight, his jaw slack as he fights to stay grounded. "mark," you coo, your voice a breathless, airy thing. "hmm?" he whimpers in response, his eyebrows twitching upward to show he heard you, though he's too far gone to actually open his eyes just yet. "mark..." you murmur once again, lifting your hand from his shoulder to thread your fingers through his damp, inky black hair. The strands are slightly slick with sweat, clinging to his forehead. "look at me..." you whisper, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw to tilt his head up toward yours. reluctantly, his eyes flutter open, heavy lidded and glazed with pure adoration. his gaze sends a shiver through your whole body. the moment he takes in your flushed face, he bucks his hips up involuntarily, a sudden, deep thrust that makes you let out a high pitched squeak. "m'sorry," he rasps, shaking his head as if to clear the fog from his brain. "you jus'... you jus' feel so good," he says, his voice cracking, sounding almost like a desperate complaint. but you know better; there's no way he could complain right now. "i know, baby... i know..." you assure him, leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss to his forehead, trying your best to ground him, to calm him down.
you continue to move. "can you..." he starts, his voice cracking as he fumbles for the words. he's struggling to get the request out, his chest heaving as if he's embarrassed. "can you... tell me i'm good? that- that i'm doing it right?" he finally manages to choke out, looking up at you with wide, glossy eyes, tears already shimmering at the brim, threatening to spill over. you can't help the soft, lopsided smile that tugs at your lips. the sight of him looking so pathetic for you is a boost to your ego.
"you are doing good, mark," you murmur, your voice a soothing balm to his nerves. he lets out a broken whimper, the sound vibrating against your skin as he lets his head fall heavily against your bare chest. "so... so good for me..." you coo, planting a tender, lingering kiss on the crown of his head. "always so good."
at the reassurance, he starts to ramble, chasing more of your validation. "yeah? i... i wanna be good," he nods fervently, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. you nod along with him. he starts to plant open mouthed kisses to the mounds of your tits, trying even more to please you. "i wanna be good for you, cus- cus- " he breaks off into a jagged moan as you increase the pace, your hips bouncing urgently. "you're my good boy," you whisper against his ear, the words a sultry, velvet command. he lets out a full, high pitched whine at the praise, his entire body shuddering. "yeah!" he gasps, his hips bucking upward with a desperate strength to meet your every thrust. "i'm a good boy," he mumbles to himself, a frantic, breathless affirmation. You feel yourself nearing the edge, the pleasure becoming dizzying.
and, of course, through it all, Mark is still running his mouth. he's yapping a breathless stream of praises, trying to make you happy. "i love you!" "you're you're so fucking pretty," "fuck- how're you so tight?!"
As much as you adore his compliments, you realize you desperately need him to be quiet for just one moment so you can actually enjoy your orgasm. "mark," you whine, your voice strained and high. "just be quiet for a second... okay, baby?" You look down at him, meeting his wide, earnest eyes. "can you do that for me?" He nods desperately, his chest heaving. "yeah, yeah, of course i ca-" he starts, his voice rising as he prepares to launch into another compliment, but you quickly press a finger against his lips to hush him.
suddenly, he hits that exact spot sooo deep inside you, without even meaning to. "fuck!" you cry out, completely abandoning any shred of modesty or fear of his mom walking in. he whips his head up at your sudden cry, unaware of what he did to make you feel so good.
"i'm gonna cu-" before you can even finish the thought, Markâs fingers find you, his thumb circling your clit aimlessly. the sensation is overstimulating, a squeal emoting from you as you're sent spiraling over the edge. You come around his cock in heavy, pulsing waves, your walls fluttering against him.
he gets off on you feeling good, so, naturally, seeing you cum with such intensity is enough for his balls to draw up. with a low, guttural groan, he lifts you off his dick like you weigh nothing. after all, he is invincible. his own orgasm hits him the moment he pulls out. thank god. though, you think that getting knocked up by mark grayson wouldn't be so bad. he cries out your name as he spills hot sticky globs of his release all over your lower belly.
after he wipes the cum off of your stomach with his shirt (like a gentleman), you lean all of your weight into him, exhausted. he wraps his arms around you, rubbing circles into your back mindlessly. and without surprise, mark is the first to break the silence. "was that..." he starts, his voice a needy whisper. "was that good?" you let out a long sigh, almost rolling your eyes, a small smile playing on your face. he just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life, and he's still asking if he did okay, still asking you to reassure him he is the one that made you feel good.
"yes, mark," you breathe, "that was good."
a/n: the capitalization is all over the place in this one sorry about that... đ from this request!
