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you’d be trying to get mark to do some sort of roleplay with you. having read alot of things on the topic it sparked ur interest!

out of the very few times you’d seen ur very hot, defence attorney boyfriend working.. all of them let ur mind spiral.

“You know i’m not a cop, right? i don’t exactly do the whole ‘turn around and let me cuff you!’ thing.” mark chuckled softly as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind ur ear.

"well, duh!" u retaliated, "—but you still.. ask questions and stuff? c’mon babe i’ve got a few ideas.." ur hands reaching out to tug him closer by his tie as u could practically see the gears turning in his head as he remained silent for a few moments. eventually, he sighed quietly with a smirk and kissed you gently, “mhm. if you insist.” and you practically beamed at his permission. muttering very ecstatic thanks as his lips met urs…

—

you sat at the table, holding back a smirk as he stood by you. looking serious and taking this a bit too seriously for someone teasing u for the idea moments ago.. ur thighs squeezing together slightly at his motions.

mark pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before he leaned in slightly. his breath ghosting against your face as his hands pressed against the table. adams apple bobbing in his throat as he cleared his throat, "i can choose to not defend you— you’re aware of that, right?" he words a low murmur as he maintained eye contact— causing butterflies in ur tummy and almost breaking character with a giggle at the proximity.

"i— uh, yes.. sir." a glint in ur eyes as u sat up properly. batting ur eyelashes as u copied him and leaned in closer too. "but i’m not guilty of anything…" putting on a fake pout as one of ur hands reached out to hold onto his tie but he quickly grabbed ur wrists to stop you.

"and why should i believe you, hm? i think you’ve been a.. very, very bad girl, sweetheart." leaning against the table as he gently grabbed your jaw, tilting ur head up as he guided you to stand.

"i think i should just let the judge lock you up," u stumbled slightly and the faintest smirk broke out on his lips before he propped you up on the desk, standing between ur legs. "well— um. i’ll do anythin’ mark—" he grabbed your thigh gently, "sir." he corrected, causing ur face to flush a bright red. "I’ll do anything, sir. i really don’t wanna go to jail! please defend me.."

u felt his hands run up your thighs, brushing along the edge of your panties under the hem of ur oversized shirt. the tent in his pants grew more prominent and he sighed thoughtfully before he pushed himself against you — a gasp leaving your lips as you grabbed his biceps for support.

"is that right?" u began quickly nodding in response before a squeal left ur lips as he hauled you around and bent u over the desk. the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper moving filled ur ears as u glanced over ur shoulder.

"yes, sir!" u confirmed. yelping when your panties were pulled down and the cold air met ur already wet pussy. "looks like she’s telling the truth.." mark smirked as he rubbed his fingers along your slit. sighing contently as he moved his own boxers down, tapping the tip against your entrance.

one of his hands moved to your hips and kneaded it gently before the other rested on the swell of your ass, rubbing gently before quickly landing down a smack. "nah, i still need some convincing." before pushing into you with a groan, "ohfuck— you’re still so tight- my god." he began to slowly move in and out, his cock abusing ur gummy walls as he groaned quietly. soft moans and “markmarkmark—“ leaving ur lips as ur hands held the edge of the table for support.

"c’mon, sweetheart— convince me. c’mon." he urged as he quickened the pace — loosing himself in then pleasure as he dropped his hand against ur ass once more. "please! i’ll do anythin— i’m innocent!" you blabbered unintelligible whines, too lost in the feeling of him as you moaned his name.

"mark-" smack "sir! I’m— ummnghh, close..!" whimpering as the hand on your hip slid up gently to ur hair, his fingers tangling in it. "yeah? that right? you’ve been a good girl haven’t you..?" he mocked, his tone condescending yet praising at the same time as he didn’t still his thrusts. "please," unable to form any other words before you released on his cock, "where do you—"

"inside! pleasepleaseplease." mark chased his release with a deep groan, slumping against you on the table. his shirt wrinkled against ur back as he sighed deeply, resting before pulling out slowly.. whining quietly at the emptiness.

Abandoned her brother at the bottom of a ravine

Threatened to kill herself

Stolen supplies for her band from a Walgreens

Assaulted a retail worker

Been prophesized to die at the hands of a sentient car that keeps trying to run her over

Written 7 different songs in one week about extinct mammals

Assaulted the same retail worker again

Been kidnapped by the mob

Saved the life of the retail worker she keeps assaulting

Attempted to play her music for the mob only to be stopped when the mob boss says he hates "that Vocaloid stuff"

Killer ships are Cannon! (YEAH.)