can’t stop moving [ mark lee ]
mark breaks down and shows you how much he’s wanted this all along.
❛ content 4.1k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, bottom! male reader, desperate loser! mark, voice kink, big dick! mark implied, begging, masturbation, mark is so down bad, unprotected sex (p in a), praise kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, aftercare.
mark barely had time to clean himself up before the doorbell rang.
his hand was still shaky as he tossed the tissues in the trash. his thighs were trembling. cum was drying sticky against his skin, and he hadn’t even caught his breath, much less come down from the high of what just happened : you’d caught him.
you knew he was jerking off to your voice, and instead of getting weird about it, you’d asked if you could come over. the second your words hit his ears — “can i come over?” — he’d said yes. without hesitation nor shame. just yes, yes, please, because mark didn’t care anymore.
he’d wanted you for too long.
and now you were here. for him.
he opened the door and you were standing there, slightly flushed from the heat, wearing a hoodie you always wore when you came over to hang, casual like this was any other night. except it wasn’t. you weren’t looking at him like his best friend anymore.
you looked at him like you wanted him.
mark inhaled hardly. his heart was racing again like he hadn’t already blown his load ten minutes ago.
“hey,” you said, voice just a little too low, like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
mark backed up to let you in, suddenly hyper-aware of how messy his hair looked, how red his ears probably were. he could still feel the throb in his cock, the need that hadn’t gone away.
you stepped in, shut the door behind you, and gave him a look that made his knees nearly buckle.
“you—uh—” he start, his voice cracking embarrassingly. mark scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting to yours. “you’re actually here.”
you raised a brow, stepping into his space like it was nothing. “you didn’t think i’d come?”
mark laughed nervously. his throat was dry.
“i thought—i don’t know. you heard me—”
“i did,” you said. your voice dropped again. that voice. mark felt it in his spine. “and you sounded so hot.”
you reached up and touched his jaw, gentle but so deliberate it completely short-circuited his brain.
“mark,” you murmured, tilting your head a little. “was that the first time you touched yourself to me?”
his ears went bright red. he couldn’t lie. not to you. not when you were this close, looking at him like that.
your hand slid into his hair. “thought so.”
mark made a sound. it was somewhere between a whimper and a laugh. “you’re evil.”
you leaned in, letting your lips ghost over his ear.
“you wanna fuck me, mark?”
his whole body tensed. his cock twitched painfully in his sweats — already half-hard again and it hadn’t even been fifteen minutes.
“y-yeah,” he coaxed, like it physically hurt him to admit it. “fuck, i want to. i—have for so long. you have no idea.”
you smiled against his cheek. “then show me.”
mark forgot how to breathe.
something cracked open in his chest — every wall, every single dumb little fear he’d held onto all these years spend with you — it just crumbled the second you said that. like you were inviting him to do what he’d only ever dreamed about with his hand wrapped around his cock and your name deep in his throat.
his fingers twitched. his breath hitched. and then, finally, he kissed you.
it was hard and desperate.
he kissed you like he needed you to breathe.
mark’s hands flew to your face, pulling you into him with a guttural sound, as if something primal had taken over. his lips molded to yours in an instant — open-mouthed, breathless, full of hunger. he tilted his head and groaned when you kissed him back, deep and slow, your tongue meeting his like you’d done this a thousand times.
it was unreal how good you tasted, how naturally you moved with him — like your mouths were made to find each other. tongues sliding, lips parting. wet, hot, and so perfect. mark felt drunk on it.
you cupped the back of his neck, dragging your fingers into his hair, and he let out a soft cry against your lips. like some kind of pent-up loser finally getting touched. but mark couldn’t help it. your hands were on him. your voice was in his ear. he was already hard again, straining in his pants, so sensitive it was almost unbearable.
he pulled you back with a gasp, forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.
“fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“i think i do,” you whispered, your fingers trailing under his shirt. “you’re burning up.”
mark clenched his jaw, eyes instantly fluttering shut. his skin was buzzing. you dragged your palms over his chest and stomach, slow and teasing — learning him. you’d barely even touched him properly and he already felt like he was gonna snap.
your voice, low and calm, cut through the haze.
you stepped back just a little, just enough to look him in the eye. “what you do when i’m not here. when you think about me. i wanna see.”
his whole body shuddered.
the embarrassment was instant, but so was the heat. his throat closed, and mark looked at you like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said to him, then he glanced down at himself — already tenting his sweats again, already leaking, already so pathetic.
“you’re serious,” he breathed, voice cracking.
you nodded, sitting slowly on the edge of his bed.
“i want to see what gets you off when you’re thinking about me. everything. don’t hide anything.”
mark’s knees nearly gave out.
he’d imagined this. god, he’d imagined this — but this wasn’t a fantasy anymore. you were right here. watching him. wanting him. mark inhaled hard, backing up until the backs of his legs hit his desk chair.
“you’re gonna watch me?” he whispered.
“i’m not gonna stop watching,” you said, voice thick, steady. “now take it off. let me see you.”
mark let out a shaky breath. he couldn’t believe all of this was really happening. his hands went to the hem of his hoodie, and he pulled it over his head, dropping it carelessly. then his sweats — slowly, his fingers dragging down the waistband until they pooled around his ankles. his cock sprang up, flushed red, already wet at the tip and sensitive as hell.
he heard you exhale. a quiet curse under your breath.
mark’s chest heaved. he looked down at himself, then back at you. his voice was barely a whisper.
“…you always make me this hard.”
you didn’t say anything. you just looked at him as if he was the only thing in the world worth seeing.
so he sat. slowly. on the chair. kegs spread.
and mark started touching himself — just like he did when you weren’t around.
he spat into his palm, wrapped it around his cock, and let out the softest, neediest moan. “fuck—”
it was too much already. his fingers glided over the head, teasing it the way he always did, using the slick from his tip to stroke slowly and tightly. he was sensitive — so sensitive from cumming not long ago — and the way you were watching him made every nerve light up.
“this is what i think about,” he murmured. his hips jerked up into his own fist. “your voice—fuck—i always start with your voice…”
you shifted on the bed, visibly hard too now, breathing shallow. mark dragged his thumb under the head and whined loudly.
“i think about you saying my name. all soft. all fucking pretty. like you did on the phone.”
he looked at you then — eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth open. he looked wrecked already.
“want me to talk you through it?” you said, voice hoarse, hand moving to your own lap.
you got up slow, too slow, and crossed the room like you were trying to kill him with every step.
mark couldn’t stop staring at you. your face. your mouth. your hand where it pressed against your pants, stroking yourself through the fabric. you sat on his lap — not on the chair, on him — one knee sliding to either side of his thighs, your weight grounding him completely. his breath hitched. his cock pulsed against your stomach where it was caught between your bodies.
you leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
“just like that,” you whispered. “don’t stop touching yourself. i wanna hear how you sound.”
he was already panting, fist slick on his cock as he jerked himself off under you. your warmth, your voice — it was like pouring gasoline on fire. his body was trembling, too sensitive, too close.
and then… then you touched him.
your fingers brushed his wrist, guiding his hand just a little tighter. then you slipped lower. past his hand. you ran your fingers down the length of his cock (his whole body jolted) then cupped his balls gently, like you already knew what he liked. mark gasped, his head falling back against the chair, neck arched, mouth wide open.
“f–fuck—fuck, don’t—don’t stop,” he whimpered, so loud it didn’t sound like him.
your mouth was right against his ear now. “you sound so fucking hot when you moan like that, mark. you ever jerk off that loud when you’re alone? huh?”
he groaned, hips jerking up into his own fist. “no—fuck, no—only when i’m thinking about you—only when i’m pretending you’re here—”
“good,” you whispered. “because i want all of it now. wanna see how much you want me.”
he didn’t even care anymore how much noise he was making. his moans spilled out of him like they had a mind of their own — high, choked, desperate sounds every time your fingers slid up and teased the underside of his shaft, or when your other hand brushed over his nipples, barely, just enough to make him jolt again.
mark was leaking like crazy, his cock flushed red and throbbing, veins thick, twitching in his grip. it felt so fucking good — but it wasn’t enough. he needed more. he needed you.
he looked at you, eyes glassy,m and lips wet.
hot and open-mouthed, swallowing every noise, licking into him as if you wanted to taste his begging. oh, and mark completely lost it. he broke the kiss with a gasp, hips grinding up into your stomach now, frantic and uncontrollable.
“please,” he panted, eyes wide, devastated. “i need to be inside you—i need it—i can’t—i wanna fuck you so bad—please let me—let me—please—”
you dragged your thumb up the head of his cock. he sobbed out.
“then fuck me,” you breathed, eyes dark. “i’m not gonna stop you.”
mark almost came right then and there.
his whole body stuttered forward.
as if his brain stopped working and his body just moved, his hands fumbled at your waistband as he kissed you again. rougher this time, messier. your mouth parted for him like it belonged to him, and he kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him alive. teeth clashing, tongues sliding, lips swollen from how hard he wanted you.
you let him strip you, let him really see you, and mark couldn’t even look away.
his hands were shaking as he took off the few rest of his clothes, cock already flushed and leaking, curved thick toward his stomach. you stared at it. at him. you reached down and brushed your fingers up the underside, gentle and slow, and mark almost folded.
“fuck,” he gasped, clutching your wrist. “don’t—fuck, don’t do that—i’ll cum, i swear to god—”
you just smirked, teasing. “you’re so sensitive.”
“i’ve been hard for an hour,” he said, voice cracking. “and you’re just—you’re here—i can’t—i can’t think straight—”
he pushed your legs open with his trembling hands, mouth parted as he stared down at your hole. he’d dreamed about this. every night, every time he jerked off alone in this room — it was always this. you, splayed out under him. letting him have you.
he lined himself up, rubbing his cockhead over you first, spreading the slick. your breath hitched. he looked up at you, pupils blown, lips wet.
“you sure?” he asked, barely a whisper.
you nodded, voice just as soft. “i want all of it.”
mark slowly pushed in, inch by inch, and the second he breached you, everything left his body in a single moan.
“oh my god—” he choked, eyes rolling back. “fuck, you’re tight—you’re so fucking tight—”
your hands gripped his biceps, grounding you as he buried himself deeper. your walls clung to him like you didn’t want to let go of him. mark couldn’t breathe. couldn’t move for a second — just stayed there, fully inside, jaw clenched and whole body shaking.
his voice was already a mess. “you feel—fuck—you feel insane, i can’t—”
“move,” you murmured, breathless. “please, mark. i want you to.”
no sooner said than done.
mark pulled out a little and snapped deeply back in. you gasped, your head tilting back, and mark watched every second of it. the way your mouth dropped open, the way your back arched slightly. he memorized it.
and then he started fucking you.
he lost his rhythm almost immediately — way too overwhelmed, too full of it — but god, it felt so fucking good. every time he thrust in, your body squeezed him tighter, like you didn’t want him to stop. the slick sounds of skin against skin, your breathing, the way you moaned his name. it pushed him over the edge.
“you feel—fuck—you feel like you were made only for me,” he babbled, thrusting faster now, voice raw. “i can’t—i can’t stop—don’t want to stop—please don’t tell me to stop—”
you weren’t saying anything. you were just moaning, wrecked and flushed and gripping his shoulders hardly, whispering things like 'mark, yes' and 'just like that' and it made him go feral. he leaned down, pressing his chest to yours, forehead to your temple.
his cock was throbbing deep inside you. he could feel your heartbeat in your walls, feel the way you clenched every time he moaned too loud.
“your voice,” he gasped. “say something—say anything, please—i’ll cum, just say something—”
you grabbed his face, pulled him in close, and whispered against his lips :
“you’re fucking me so good, mark.”
mark let out a soft plea.
a broken, high sound that cracked out of him like a sob. his thrusts turned frantic — sloppy, deep, and fast — hips slamming into you as his body chased that edge he’d been hovering on for so long.
“you’re so deep,” you moaned, legs locking around him. “i can feel you everywhere. you’re perfect—so big, so good—fuck, mark—”
his body locked. everything tensed, his breath hitched — and finally he begged.
“can i—fuck, please, can i cum inside? please—please let me—wanna fill you up—need to—”
your answer was instant. “y-yes. do it. give it to me.”
he let out a sound that didn’t even sound human — half cry, half moan — and slammed into you one final time. his cock pulsed, deep and hard, and he came so hard he couldn’t breathe. warmth spilled inside you in thick, desperate pulses. he kept grinding through it, kept whimpering against your neck.
“fuck, fuck, i love you—fuck, i love your voice—i love your body—i can’t stop—can’t—” he panted, still moving, overstimulated and desperate to stay inside you.
you kissed his cheek, your own breath catching, body twitching from how deep he still was.
his thighs trembled. his fingers dug into your skin. his cock was still buried deep inside you, softening slowly, but it wasn’t quite enough. he still felt like he needed more. he couldn’t stop kissing you — jaw, lips, throat, shoulder — anything he could reach. he wanted to live inside this moment forever.
but his body wouldn’t let him rest.
mark was still moving — barely so — just little, slow grinds of his hips against you. his cock had softened inside you, but not for long. not when you were still warm, still gripping him, still making the softest sounds under your breath every time he shifted just right. he couldn’t pull out. he wouldn’t.
“i’m still—fuck, i’m still hard,” he whispered, voice raw, forehead pressed to your cheek. “i don’t even—how is that possible—”
you laughed tiredly, quiet and breathless, hands dragging over his damp back. “maybe because you’ve been edging for so long.”
mark let out a sound like a broken sigh, hips twitching again. “don’t even joke—you have no idea how many times i’ve—thought about this—about you—your voice—your mouth—”
he shifted again, and his cock — sticky and slick with your mixed release — dragged against your walls, half-hard but growing fast. he gasped.
“fuck—you’re still so tight, i can’t—” he kissed you again, messy, uncoordinated, and so desperate. “let me stay inside. please. i’ll be good. i’ll go slow. i just need—i need you, please—”
you cupped his face, guiding his eyes to meet yours.
“you’re still inside me,” you said, gentle, voice low and steady. “and i don’t want you to pull out either.”
he nearly melted on the spot.
“oh my god,” he breathed, biting down on a moan. his hips bucked once, involuntary. “say more. i beg you. i need you to keep talking—need to hear your voice—your voice makes me so fucking hard—”
you leaned in, your mouth brushing his ear, and said :
“then fuck me again. if you need it so bad, show me.”
he shivered — a full-body twitch — his cock jerking back to life inside you, already thickening again.
“oh fuck, okay—okay—i can do it, i can—” he stammered, voice so high and needy it barely sounded like him anymore. “just let me, just—please—”
he started thrusting again. slowly and carefully. like he was scared he’d break something in you if he went too fast — but still so deep. his cock was oversensitive, every nerve fried, every push into you making him moan just a little louder than before.
he couldn’t stop praising you.
“you’re perfect—fuck, you’re so perfect—i don’t even deserve you, i don’t—why are you letting me—why do you feel so good—”
you tightened your arms around his back. “because i want you, mark.”
he whimpered — an actual whimper — and buried his face in your neck.
“i’m gonna cum again,” he said, almost crying. “already—fuck, i can’t help it—i wanna fill you up again—please, let me—don’t kick me out—”
you rocked your hips up into him, slow andtorturous.
“you’re not going anywhere, mark. you’re staying inside me ‘til you’ve got nothing left.”
he thrust harder, faster now, voice caught between gasping and sobbing.
“don’t say that—i’ll never stop—fuck, i’ll cum again—right now—i swear i will—”
“do it,” you moaned. “i want you to. inside me, again.”
and then he did. mark lost it.
his whole body jerked forward, his hands gripping your sides like you were the only thing keeping him tethered. he moaned — a loud, broken moan — right into your mouth as he kissed you, sloppy and wet and desperate. his cock pulsed deep inside you, twitching violently as he came again, so much for someone who’d already cum just before.
it spilled hot into you, and you gasped beneath him, your own body seizing up, overstimulated and trembling.
mark didn’t stop kissing you.
his lips pressed to yours again and again, moaning loudly into each one, his breath catching, body twitching with aftershocks. he was gasping through it — every nerve frayed, hips stuttering forward as if he couldn’t stop even if he tried to.
“fuck, you’re amazing,” he babbled, half-sobbing into your mouth. “you’re so warm—so good—i never felt anything like this—i can’t—i love the way you feel, i swear to god i’m gonna die—”
you were panting too, hands gripping his shoulders like you needed to hold on for dear life. your legs were trembling around his waist, and he could feel how raw your body was under his.
and still, he stayed inside you.
“did i—fuck—did i do good?” he whispered, breathless, barely coherent. “please tell me i did good, please—please, i just wanted—i wanted to be good for you—”
you grabbed his face with both hands, pulled him down into a kiss, slower this time — messy but full of heat. mark melted into it. moaned again. whined.
“you did so good, mark,” you say into his lips. “you fucked me so good.”
mark exhaled a trembling moan.
“i love your voice,” he said, barely a whisper, his forehead pressed to yours. “i think i’m in love with you—i swear—fuck, i’d do anything for you. uou could ruin me.”
you chuckled, still breathless, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “i think i already did.”
mark quivered — hips giving one last twitch before he collapsed fully against your chest, cock still inside you, still leaking, overstimulated and clinging to you like he never wanted to let go.
“i’m never pulling out,” he mumbled, dazed.
“you are gonna have to move eventually,” you murmured, lips in his hair.
“not yet,” he whispered. “just… please. just stay.”
mark didn’t move for a long time.
your heartbeat was steady under his ear, your arms loose around his shoulders. everything was hot and sticky and still — your bodies tangled together in the low light of his room, chest to chest, skin damp with sweat, cum slowly dripping from between your legs.
slow, deep breaths that barely helped. he was still shaking. not from arousal this time — at least, not just that. it was the crash. the sheer emotional weight of what just happened. he’d wanted you for so long and now — god. now you were here. you’d let him inside. you’d touched him like you meant it. said his name like you felt it.
mark blinked hard against your skin. he still hadn’t pulled out. he couldn’t.
“…you okay?” he whispered, voice hoarse and soft, barely above a breath.
your hum rumbled through your chest.
mark lifted his head, just enough to look at you. your eyes were half-lidded, your lashes damp. you looked completely blissed out — ruined in the best way — and so beautiful it made his chest ache.
“was it too much?” he asked, quietly, his brows drawn with worry. “i didn’t mean to—i got carried away, and—fuck, i should’ve gone slower, i’m so—”
you reached up and brushed his hair back, fingers light against his temple.
“mark,” you said gently, “you were perfect.”
you didn’t even say it with that teasing lilt you always used. it was real and sincere. you were telling the truth.
mark looked like he might cry.
“…okay,” he whispered, nodding too fast. “okay. just… wanted to take care of you. i still—i can…”
he slowly eased himself out, careful not to hurt you. he winced when he saw the mess — his cum leaking from you, still thick and warm, smeared between your thighs.
“fuck, sorry—sorry, that’s so—i’ll clean you up, just stay there—don’t move—”
he scrambled off the bed on wobbly legs, tugging his hoodie back on halfway, not even realizing it was inside out. he disappeared into the bathroom, and you could hear the rush of water, the frantic shuffle of him tearing paper towels off the roll, then muttering :
“idiot—no, get the cloth, soft, soft, soft—”
he came back with warm water and the softest towel he could find.
“can i?” he asked, eyes flicking to yours, hand hovering over your thigh.
he was so gentle. ridiculously gentle. like you’d break in his hands if he wiped too hard. he cleaned you carefully, barely touching where you were most sore, his face flushed red and eyes focused like it was the most important task in the world.
“you’re still leaking,” he mumbled, more to himself than you. “sorry. i… i came so much.”
“you really did,” you said, smirking a little.
his ears turned bright pink.
you touched his cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. “hey. you don’t have to be embarrassed.”
mark leaned into your palm.
“i’m not. i just…” his voice dropped to a whisper. “i’ve never felt that much. with anyone. ever.”
your fingers slipped into his hair.
he looked at you like you’d just given him the entire world in his hands.
you tugged at his hoodie gently. “come back in bed?”
he nodded. too fast. as if he was scared you’d change your mind. he tossed the towel aside and crawled in next to you, pulling the covers over both your bodies, wrapping himself around you instantly.
mark kissed your shoulder. then your neck. then your cheek. you sighed into him, content.
“you’re shaking,” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed.
“sorry,” he whispered. “don’t think my body knows how to calm down yet.”
you nudged your nose against his.
he nodded again, slower this time. his hand found yours under the blanket, and he laced your fingers together like it was instinct.
“i’m so in love with you,” he said, voice so quiet it barely registered.
“good,” you breathed, drifting. “because you’re not getting rid of me.”
mark smiled into your skin.
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