"so good for me," he praises, slowly pressing a finger to your hole. mark rubs along the entrance just to see you squirm before actually sinking in the digit. mark makes the conscious decision to spend more time on prep. he needs to make it good for you. that's the only way it'll be good for him anyway.

so he fingerfucks you until you see stars, going deep and curling his fingers (three at this point) along the sensitive spot nestled inside you. his fingers come out with an obscene pop.

you're a little fucked out by this point. sweaty, with your face warm and eyes a little glassy. you're lips are bitten— from moaning and then trying to put a stopper on your moans.

mark has long decided that he likes this look. the helpless and eager shine in your eyes when he shifts from sitting to laying in between your legs.

"c'mon," you tell him, breathless. "get up from there."

mark shakes his head, "nuh-uh." childishly, he makes a point of this by immediately leaning down before you can reply and enclosing his mouth around your clit before sucking.

he only pulls himself off when you have your hands threaded in his hair, pulling and yanking.

"just give it to me mark," you hoarsely gasp at him, loosening your grip on his hair. "i want to feel you"

although your words strike him hot with desire, and he can already imagine the molten heat of being balls deep in you, he doesn't act on his want, not yet. instead he moves up to kiss you, languidly laving his tongue along your lips and biting down teasingly, endeared when you retaliate and bite him back. eventually, he breaks the kiss. mark isn't finished with you.

"i want it messy," he admits, and he puts a finger to your neck. dragging it down to the mound of your pussy. before it slides over your slit, barely touching.

you groan, impatient. "you're such a freak, mark." you thread a hand in his hair, and you tug him down. he enthusiatically moans at the sensation and realizes you're guiding him back down.

"just one," he pleads. you roll your eyes, but concede.

"fine," you say, before forcing him against you. mark does just fine, and happily lets you rut against his face until you shudder around his mouth.

you're already teetering— nearly at the point where you melt in his palms. he takes it further when he presses the blunt head of his cock against your slit.

your keens are sugar sweet and he really wants to feel bad when you hiccup and get teary-eyed but he doesn't. he only laughs a little when you try to speak but garble your words together.

"i'll take care of it, 'kay?" he presses a kiss to your cheek before slipping in. groaning when your legs shakily wrap around him, pulling him deeper.

he likes that you're soft against him. something plush against the mass of his muscles. it steadies him, whenever he feels you laid over his knee. mark enjoys the feeling so much, he holds you across his knee for longer than he has to.

"my baby," he sighs down at you when you begin to writhe in his hold. a hand travels to undo your pants, and you whimper as he tugs it down. "be good for me now, alright?"

your panties are last to go, and he removes it with the same efficiency he would do anything else with. it comes off in one fluid motion, and is thrown into the oblivion of your bedroom.

he has a firm hand— he's learned this as your ass blooms red and observes you settling. you've always been a little thrill seeker. perhaps you enjoy winding him up to feel his palm against you. relishing in the sound it makes when he spanks you.

"mark," you swallow shallowly. he feels the rise and fall of your chest against his knee, erratic and jumpy. "it hurts."

it's a fact, he doesn't refute you. instead he pinches the flesh of your ass. mark scolds you and you flounder.

"but you're wet right here," he thumbs at your cunt and tuts. "not only are you a brat, but you're also a slut."

he's not really surprised, not even upset. he's just speaking earnestly. mark knows what makes you tick, what gets you to behave. you're his, of course you would enjoy this. he knows that you do, mark is not anything but observant.

thats why when he's satisfied and you've cried your heart out about how sorry you are, he gives in. stretches you out on his cock, wipes your tears and reminds you to be good to him.

he fucks you slowly, with purpose and intent. you feel him deep and the pleasure makes you stupid. he goes slow, and you feel him each time he pulls out and presses in.

"tell me you'll behave," he says, stroking the sides of your waist. "i'll do it the way you want if you can tell me you'll be a good pet."

you groan when he squeezes your hips.

"mark," you groan, tears in your eyes and already feeling the familiar feeling of your gut squeezing. pleasure crawling up your spine with every stroke, no matter how slow he goes.

he looks down at you so fondly, "you know what to say, baby."

it takes a minute longer, and you swallow the moan that wants to jump out of your mouth because mark has switched to grinding himself inside of you.

"mark, i'll be good," you cry helplessly when he gently thumbs at your clit. "i'll be your good pet, promise, i'll listen."

you curl up on yourself as mark goes faster, and when you cum, he lets you get all weepy and clingy. he talks you through it, but all you can think of is the hand that pets you and carresses your face with all the care in the world.

actually anon i used to distinctly daydream about spending sembreak/vacation with mark and then visiting his province. you never know, baga taga cavite si debbie 😭 or further like laguna or pangasinan

maybe u could get lost with him on the road kasi can-afford pamilya niya. SO pag uuwi siya sa probinsya halos hindi na siya nag co-commute pauwi kasi may kotse naman siya. SARAP 😋😋😋 TATABIHAN MO SA PASSENGER SEAT TAPOS KAYO LANG

if tourist, i feel like he's the boy you befriend because his flight home is delayed. airport crush or whatever. i think he remembers to swap ig handles or whatever before he leaves and you get floored when you see his profile and its 💔💔 #known HE HAS so many followers