#lensless invincible

"Ahh~ Mark~ please slow down! I-I can't do this anymore, hick…"

Seventeen minutes. For seventeen whole minutes you had been enduring this while staring at the digital clock beside the bed. The constant shifting of the sheets, the occasional deliberate tugging, and the endless teasing. You must have forgotten just how irritating Mark could be, because once again god had reminded you in the harshest way possible. When you told him to shut up at the very beginning, his answer had been simple "Then make me." , still you weren't going to let him steer things back to where he wanted. Not this time.

"Mark, M-Mark...faster, yess yesss~ I want it. So good ahh, ahh, ahhh~" Leaning back against the headboard, Mark had a huge grin on his face as he kept mocking the things you had said during sex. Even though your back was turned to him in stubborn defiance, he didn't take his eyes off you for a single second. "Hey hey Y/n," he said, still grinning. "You told me you loved what I was doing. Why are you acting shy now?" He waited for a moment for you to respond but when he didn't even hear you breathe, he leaned over toward you from the side. His finger poked at your back, that annoying grin still clearly on his face,you just knew it was.

"Or do you want me to take you by force while you pretend you don't want it? If that's the case, give me a sign pretty." Your eyebrow twitched as he kept poking your back insistently. Shameless bastard…It was 3 am and thanks to his clinginess and his refusal to pull out earlier, the two of you had already gone four rounds. When he finally did pull out, he had flopped onto his back beside you, breathing heavily with excitement. At that moment, exhaustion and the lingering aftershocks had been pulling you into a very deep sleep. Until Mark turned his head toward you and asked for another roundd.

You loved him and the way he made you feel. You couldn't deny that. But in a relationship, sometimes you had to make your boundaries clear.Especially since Mark was someone who drew strength from fatigue and pain. Even though his constant poking was starting to irritate you, you kept your back turned, refusing to give him what he wanted. No. If you had to, you could just wait until he eventually got bored and gave up.

The hand that had been poking you slowly settled at your side. Then Mark leaned his body lightly against yours and lowered his head toward your face. You caught a glimpse of his upside down expression for only a second before quickly shutting your eyes. His black, sweat damp hair tickled your face. Fuck off Mark…Saying it out loud to his face would’ve felt even better.

"Y/nnn don't drift off into dreamland. I'm still awake come on," he whined. You could practically hear the pout in his voice. Good. Let him sulk some more, the bastard. "It's still early…"

Mark was a stubborn jerk but you weren't any less stubborn than he was. Still he found your stubbornness kind of cute. After watching your upside down face for a little longer he finally pulled away from you. Hoping he'd given up, you ignored the rustling of the sheets. Mark had always been mmoved around a lot when trying to fall asleep and even after he did. Nothing unusual about that.

Mark slipped under the sheets and began crawling toward your legs like a soldier moving through tunnels. The sudden grip on your ankle made your tired body jerk. You turned toward him. Then you realized he was still under the sheets. Mark's body under the sheets looked like a mountain shaped lump. "Mark what are you doing-" Before you could finish whispering, your legs were already being parted. Under the blanket Mark moved between your legs. His hands gripped your calves, you felt his breath against your skin,your legs reflexively snapped shut. You locked his head between your thighs in a headscissors. Normally he could have easily escaped something like this, but being trapped under the sheets gave him a disadvantage, you to notice the way his breathing changed. "Ah, Y/n you're awake!" he said, the shock quickly replaced by excitement. His hands were still resting on your calves, he didn't even try to pull away. God, he was enjoying this.

You wanted to lovingly murder him in this blissful annoyance. Grabbing his pillow from the side, you slammed it hard against the spot where his face should have been under the sheets. "You're dead!"

The sudden blow from the pillow buried his face into the bed for a moment as he struggled to breathe. You pressed the pillow down even harder. "Die you horny." You knew you couldn't actually kill him but that didn't mean you wouldn't try. After a little more struggle, Mark's hands moved from your calves to your hips. His fingers dug firmly into your flesh. Since your entire body was already sore, it didn't produce a very pleasant sound from you.

You were sitting on the bed one moment, and the next you were in the air. Mark pressed his knees firmly into the mattress as he held you up. Your legs were resting on his shoulders,you had always been very light to him. Instinctively you grabbed onto his hair under the sheets to avoid falling. That earned a soft chuckle from him. "Ahh it's always cute when you depend on me. I think I'm getting an erection."

You felt embarrassment rush to your cheeks. "Mark put me down!" you said while tugging at his hair. His grip on your hips tightened even more. "Mhmmmm...no I won't!"

Before you could open your mouth, he tested the space between your legs with a tentative lick, and your breath hitched. A small moan slipped past your lips. "Maybe I'll put you down after I've had my fill, pretty~"

Your bedroom that night could be described as nothing short of depraved. A trail of clothes leading from the doorway to the ensuite bathroom, then wet footprints tracing back to your desk. The surface was a clutter of knocked over pencils and highlighters and the almost obscene smudge of ink across the paper you’d been writing. Pens of varying colors had rolled onto the floor pointing, at last, to the final scene for the night.

You, mounted on Mark Grayson and rolling desperately on his dick while he grinned manically up at you. “Fuck you’re so goddamn wet,” he said hotly, making you suddenly too aware of the lewd sounds squelching from your core. Your cheeks burned as you closed your eyes from embarrassment. “Your pretty pussy puts pornstars to shame.” He laughed, unhinged as he smacked your ass. You cried at the sting, back arching as your elbows buckled briefly in their attempt to keep you supported against his chest.

“Mark please,” you whimpered breathily. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. Definitely not for him to stop—you wouldn’t dream it. Your brain was just a sauna with the vague silhouette of Mark’s lean and muscled body somewhere in the haze.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” he cooed, almost sounding genuinely concerned. Almost. “Don’t tell me it’s too much—fuck—I know you can keep going.” His fingers dug harshly into the fat of your hips and started moving you like a toy, stroking you against his painfully hard cock. His tip kept pressing into that impossible spot inside of you that made spots of light dance in your vision. Your mouth fell slack as your body went limp, letting Mark take full control of the situation.

His eyes were feral, his canines pressing into his bottom lip as he watched you obsessively. “Haa—you’re doing such a goddamn good job baby. A beautiful job. A perfect job—ohhh fuck so so goddamn perfect.” Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, dripping down into his mess of thick hair. All you could do was whine helplessly. As if you had a choice in the matter. Your brain and sanity had long since exited the chat. All there was now was his body under yours. His pretty, thick cock pushing in and out of you like a piston while he gripped you so tightly you were sure you’d be bruised for weeks.

A stretch of saliva was starting to droop from the corner of your lips, but you didn’t even notice. All you could feel was the way your clit started to pulse from being rubbed against him every time he dropped you down. “M’ gonna cum gonna cum I’m gonna—Mark, Mark! I’m—”

“Oooh shit babe, oh FUCK—” He kept rambling nonsense you couldn’t even hear anymore past the sound of your own high and frantic cry. Your cunt wept around him, clenching and pulling him in like it wasn’t ready to say goodbye. His head fell back into the pillows, eyes screwed shut as he choked on something caught between a laugh and a sob right before his own release. The almost perfectly synced orgasms left you both reeling, his dick twitching and shooting hot ropes inside of you while you throbbed and tightened impossibly around him.