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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years ago

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PLEASE GIVE ME SOME SWEET MARCUS SMUT. I’m about to start writing my own content because there is not enough 🥲🥲

Y'all, I wrote this LAST MAY as a part 2 to a request (that my fave Lola sent in love you bae) that I never posted cause I was worried it would be the worst thing ever written. It's not half bad, I think.

Gonna Tag the SOTS taglist in this cause I think some of you guys would like that.... might even include some in the upcoming parts of SOTS I have planned.... I can weasel it in I'm sure....

Please give me some honest feedback cause I have no clue if this is actually good or if May me was delusional. Anyways.....

Sweetness: SMUT PURE SMUT apart from the cute date vibe at the beginning. I hope you enjoy!!

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Brushing the fallen strands of hair out of your eyes, you looked yourself up and down in the mirror once more, making sure you looked good for your date with Marcus tonight. Though you didn't particularly mind what the outcome of your time tonight was, you still wanted to impress the man who had asked you out.

Smiling at your reflection, you smoothed out the fabric of your dress, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and picking up your phone which then buzzed in your hand.

Marcus <3 | I'm outside! Can't wait to see you ;)

A blush covered your cheeks, taking a second to breathe, you slipped your phone into your bag before quickly walking out of the front door. Marcus was leant against the side of his car, a single pink carnation held loosely between his fingers, which he rolled back and forth between his forefinger and his thumb. Looking up from where he had been staring intently at the floor his eyes met yours, his mouth dropping open slightly as he took in the sight before him.

"You look beautiful." Marcus complimented, though his words came only barely above a whisper due to the awe he was captured in. He suddenly scrambled to stand up straight, taking a step closer to you and offering you the flower he had brought with him, before running around to the other side of his car and opening the door for you. "M'lady."

You let out a quiet laugh, a hand coming up to cover the smile that was covering your face at his very serious use of the formality. Holding the flower delicately, as though not to damage it, you walked around the side of his car, placing a gentle hand against his chest as you now stood right in front of him. "Thank you my lord."

Climbing into Marcus's car, you watched as he ran around to the drivers side, hopping inside quickly, his excitement making him appear as though he was visibly vibrating inside the vehicle. With a final glance shared, you noticed Marcus had forgotten to plug in his seatbelt, so you leant across him, grabbing it and gently placing inside the socket.

"There you go, nice and safe." You sheepishly smiled at him briefly, shifting back into you seat and looking out of the window, excited for what the night ahead of you may hold, especially when Marcus had already been so sweet to you and the night had barely begun.

However, at the lack of movement, you turned back to look at Marcus, who was looking down at his lap, a bright red flush covering his face. Twisting to face him better, you reached out and placed your hand on top of his that rested on the gear stick, unmoving and holding it tightly in his grasp.

"Marcus? Everything, um, is everything okay?" Marcus remained silent, his face still flushed pink as you spoke to him - him bewildered at how kind, caring, sweet and innocent you could be after what you had just done to him.

Marcus already thought you were beautiful, and he'd expressed that to you plenty of times before, however, seeing you leaning across him to do something as naively sweet as putting in his seatbelt for him had him thinking of you in another light. Or position, rather. Craning his head to look at you, he met your eyes, full of concern for the man before you and unknowing yet of what you'd done to him.

"When you, uh, when - you know." Marcus stumbled over his words, finding it hard to phrase what had happened and why he hadn't set off you - wanting to ' calm down,' per say, before he took you out to dinner. He had wanted to make this a sweet, cutesy first date - like one straight out of a movie - though his body seemed to have other plans.

"When you leaned over, you um, oh my god this is awkward. When you put my seatbelt in you accidentally, um, you, well you see-"

"Oh." The realisation of what had happened hit you like a ton of bricks, quickly glancing down to confirm your suspicions, you were met with the outline of Marcus's bulge pressing against his dark denim jeans, the fabric now tight and stretched.

"I'm so sorry." Marcus began, readily apologising for the incident which you had caused. "So, we'll have to wait before we can, y'know - or you can just leave if I'm making you uncomfortable."

"No, I - I mean, well, I was looking forward to this. I don't want to go home just yet." You admitted, far too excited about finally going out with Marcus after all this time you'd spent pining over him - you'd be more then happy if this date were to take a change in direction.

"Shit. I better fix this fast then. Dinner reservation is for 8." Marcus admitted, the two of you quickly glancing at the clock inside of his car, finding the time to already be 7:28, just under half an hour till you needed to be there.

"Naked Grandma, Naked Grandma, Naked Grandma..." Marcus muttered to himself, his eyes shut tightly and his hands clamped shut tightly into fists.

"Umm, Marcus? What are you doing?"

"Trying to make it go away." Marcus sheepishly revealed, not realising he had been muttering the mantra to himself out loud and not just in his head. With a defeated sigh, he slumped back in his seat, his hand coming up and brushing his hair back, his hands gripping onto the strands in frustration. "That usually works."

"Well, um, you know." You started, nervously unbuckling your seatbelt and shifting slightly in your seat, trying to bring some kind of friction to the burning from in-between your thighs. "I can think of something else that could help?"

"Really? That would be great! Usually that grandma thing works so I don't know why-" Marcus was suddenly silent, his words caught in his throat as you had climbed out of your seat and into his lap, one leg resting either side of his thighs.

"If that's okay?" You hesitantly asked, making sure what you were suggesting was what Marcus wanted, that you weren't reading too much into things and getting ahead of yourself.

"...yeah, uh, yeah. I think - that would be, yeah, awesome." Marcus whispered out, in awe at how quickly you had closed the distance between the two of you and climbed on top of him as thought it was the most natural thing in the world; as though it was something you had done a million times before.

Without needing to hear anything more, you crashed your lips against his, Marcus's hand moved up to caress your cheek, his other hand snaking around to rest on your lower back, pulling you even more into him and getting you to grind against him in the process. Moving one hand up to his hair, you placed the other on the collar of his shirt, keeping him close to you. You never imagined Marcus to be such a smooth kisser - you imagined him to be awkward and unsure, not knowing where to put his hands or how to actually kiss. However, he was the complete opposite from that: confident and smooth, pulling you into him so he could drink up as much of you as possible.

Finally breaking away from each other, your chests heaved, feeling the others fall and rise due to the close proximity in which you had remained. Staring up at Marcus you admired his pink, swollen lips, how a deep flush had covered his face and his hair was fluffed up and tousled. The distance didn't last long though as Marcus pulled you back into him, pressing his lips to your once more and pulling you flush against him again, in doing so grinding your heat against his raging erection, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Swallowing the angelic noise, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring the warmth that came out with such sweet words and such heavenly noises. You rocked yourself against him again, allowing one hand to move down to your ass and squeeze it gently, relishing in the feeling of his rough hands squeezing the now exposed flesh.

"F-fuck marcus..." You moaned out, breaking your passionate kiss to utter the gorgeous man before yous name, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you far more then you had ever thought you would.

Marcus gazed up at you still in both awe and lust, confused as to how someone so beautiful could be moaning his name, the words he craved so desperately to hear from someone who he'd assumed would never give him the time of day. Pulling you flat down onto his lap, you both let out lustful groans, hardly containing yourself at the new, full forced, contact with each other.

Rutting your hips lightly you watched as Marcus's head rolled back a loud moan coming from him at the pressure you pressed against him when you moved. Taking his face in your hands, you pulled his head up to look at you again, grinding down on him once more, this time his hands aiding your movement.

"Touch me..." You whispered out, though the words seemed loud in the space the was shared between the two of you. "...please."

Marcus didn't need to be told twice.

He slowly began to move his hand, trailing the tip of his finger along the slide of you, moving it antagoniseingly slow down from your waist, over the curve of your hip and down your thigh. Roughly pulling your lips to his, he began to trail his fingers over your thighs as he kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers finally breached underneath your dress - it having hitched up more and more the longer you sat there.

Marcus brushed his fingers gently along the fabric of your underwear, running them up and down its length, you biting his lip hard in response. At his gasp of pain, you took the opportunity to pull back, bringing his lip with you as you did, and then letting go, allowing it to snap back against his teeth. Leaning forward you placed a delicate, featherlight kiss against his lips, soothing over the place you'd just bit with the featherlight touch.

"Can I?" Marcus asked, his words breathy and quick, his chest heaving against yours. Nodding gently, he hooked a finger around the base of your underwear, gently pushing it to the side instead of trying to pull them off like you would've thought he would do. However, the question of why on the tip of your tongue never came, his finger running lightly along the slit, the fleeting touch sending shivers down your spine. Marcus moved his free hand to your lips, pulling them apart with his thumb as he ran his finger over the slit once again, this time with a little more pressure, drawing out an obscene moan from your open, swollen lips.

"Fuck..." Marcus shuddered at the wetness that had pooled around his fingers as he barely dipped them into the delight you were allowing him to explore. Marcus ran his fingers up and down, still avoiding the part of you which needed him the most, pooling up the slick and then removing his hand all together. Whining at the loss, you rutted your hips against him, wanting to feel his fingers on you once again. Marcus slowly brought his fingers into sight, opening his mouth slightly and placing them inside - you could only imagine his tongue swirling around them, between them, sucking them clean of you until he pulled them out with a pop.

"Fuck... you taste so good y/n."

Mouth open, you continued to stare at the Man before you, sure you were growing wetter by the second: his chest was still rising and falling at a rapid pace, his hair was tousled and messy and his lips were red and swollen, the shy demeanour he had had just minutes ago completely gone and replaced with a lustful, wanting gaze.

Marcus quickly moved his hand back under your dress, though most of it now rested on your hips, and made sure your underwear was still pushed to the side before dipping his fingers back into your dripping heat, running them along your opening. Collecting the warmth he ran his fingers up the slit, stopping shortly before the place you wanted him to touch most.

Fuck, you wished he'd just fuck you already.

After only a second of waiting, he pulled his fingers up to rest against your clit, rubbing slow and sensual circles against it, the wetness allowing his fingers to move around with ease.

"Marcus..." You whined loudly, your head falling into the crook of his neck, muffling your moans by sucking harshly against the soft skin there. Sucking harshly at where his neck met his shoulder, Marcus let out a loud grunt, rutting his hips up into you.

Marcus rubbed circles into the sensitive flesh, one hand on your waist, guiding you against his hand, making it so you were trying to get yourself off against his fingers; the other wrapped itself into you hair, pulling it sharply and pulling you away from him with a sensual moan. Leaning forward, he took his turn to abuse your neck, sucking at the soft flesh, your head tilted back so he could access it all he wanted too.

Suddenly, the movement against your clit stopped, his fingers trailing down and dipping into your opening, gently probing the outside before slipping in, his fingers curling carefully as you bottomed out against his digits. Gently he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, as he let you get adjusted to the burning feeling of his fingers inside of you. Slowly but surely he began to pick up the pace, bringing his free hand out of your hair and down under your dress, resting it against your clit before beginning to move it in slow rhythmic circles as he continued to pump in and out of you.

"Marcus..." You let out an almost pornographic moan, resting your forehead against his as he tired to bring you to your high with his fingers; his plan clearly working as you remained a moaning mess on top of him. Slowly you began to move your hips in sync with his hands, riding his fingers and letting the tension build within you.

Feeling the cord within you getting tighter, you breathed out a groan, already so close to finishing and enjoying ever single moment of it.

"Marcus, I'm-" Your words were cut off with a needy whine, Marcus suddenly detaching himself from you at your words. As you opened your mouth to protest, you were silenced, his slick-covered fingers making their way between your lips - without hesitation, you began to suck them clean, twirling and swirling your tongue around them with haste, revelling in how Marcus let out low groans and moans beneath you by your actions.

Marcus moved his other hand, undoing the buttons of his jeans and slowly trying to shuffle them down, shaking gently from side to side as he shuffled them down his legs. Pulling away from his fingers with a pop, you threaded one hand into his hair, allowing the other to trail down his chest. "Why'd you stop?"

"It's more fun this way." Marcus teased, his hands coming to rest once more against your waist as you moved your own down to his throbbing dick, snapping the elastic of his boxers against him as you grazed your fingers over his erection. Pulling his boxers down slowly his cock sprung upright against his stomach, excited, red and leaking with precum.

"So pretty..." You murmured, grabbing a hold of him by the base and gently pumping up and down, running your thumb along the slit as your hand came to the top of his shaft.

"Stop fucking around." Marcus commanded, his grip on you increasing slightly as he placed a contrastingly gentle kiss against your lips. "I want to be inside of you. One way or another."

Flushing red at his words, you stood up on your knees, shuffling closer and closer to Marcus until you felt as though you were one and the same; skin completely connected to skin. Grabbing his warm member, you rubbed it against your heat, allowing the swelling tip to brush lightly against the wetness - teasing what it shortly awaited. Rubbing it up and down you allowed it to collect the wetness, circling it around your clit before bring it back down to your opening, slowly sinking down onto his length until he was completely inside of you.

"Fuckk..." The both of you moaned into each other, gasping for air as the new sensation had stolen it all from your lungs. Dropping your head into Marcus neck once more, you let out short, much needed breaths, though you time to recover was cut short as Marcus carefully wrapped a hand around your throat, pulling your face back into his sight and squeezing gently.

"You ready?" He asked, still caring about how you felt and how you were doing above anything else - even when he was buried deep inside of you, waiting, begging for more.

Without a word, you lifted yourself up, sliding up and then back down his throbbing cock, moaning in the ecstasy it made you feel. Marcus grabbed onto your hips tightly, both hands now guiding you up and down his length in a repetitive motion, the two of you moaning messes because of the other. Bouncing up and down his cock, you started to feel the tension build inside of you again, coming back strongly with the sudden desperation to finish what you had been so close to achieving before.

Wanting - needing - to reach that climax desperately, you began to roll your hips harder into Marcus, moving in small circles as you rode him.

"Oh... y/n..." Marcus whined into your ear, his grip on your hips tightening as he bounced you up and down and round quicker then he had been before, both of you in a race to reach your completion on the high that was each other.

"I think I'm-"

"Me too."

Slipping a hand down between you, Marcus began to rub once again against your clit, edging you closer and closer towards your climax with each circle he span against it. Rutting down into his hand, you chased your climax, grinding harder and harder into him as you did, the two of you almost breathless and shaking as you got closer to your goals.

Suddenly, the cord inside of you snapped, a loud, aching moan coming from you as you rode out your orgasm on top of Marcus, clenching around him tightly and bringing him to completion with you as you continued to rut against him, desperate to ride out that feeling for as long as you could. Marcus spilled inside of you, his hips continuing to push up into your wet heat as he came, filling you up to the brim with his seed, him becoming a moaning, groaning mess beneath you once again as he sheaved himself inside of you with a final stutter of his hips.

"Fuck..." You grunted, slouching against Marcus as you were suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion; completely and utterly spent from your little venture with Marcus.

"...that was..." Marcus began, his hand rubbing soothing circles against your back as you came down from your highs together.

"...incredible." You concluded, wincing as you shuffled forwards and Marcus member rubbed against the sensitive spot inside of you - his cock still semi-hard as he hadn't yet pulled out of you.

"Well, don't sound too excited." Marcus teased, reclining the passenger seat next to you, the head of the chair slotting carefully against the base of the backseat. "I'm not done with you just yet."

Marcus gently lifted you off of him, taking the opportunity to move you to the back seat as he held your shaking form in his arms - you deserved to rest and relax after the show you had just put on, and he knew just the way to help you. Placing you against the seats, he moved down to rest against the reclined chair, his arms coming up to grab your thighs and pull you closer to him by them.

"Marcus what are you-" You words were cut short as you let out an obscene moan, your Thighs already shaking around Marcus as he attached his lips to your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves at a rapid pace - determined to get you to orgasm a second time before you'd fully finished riding out the high of your first.

"Fuck!" You whined at the feeling, tangling a hand in his already tousled hair, and pulling his face flush against you, wanting to feel as much of him as you could against you. Pulling his head by his hair, you ground against his face, your eyes rolling backwards as he continued to lick and suck at your throbbing clit, each kitten lick bringing you closer and closer to the edge once again.

Suddenly, his fingers appeared at your entrance, teasing it gently as he dipped into the cum filled heat. Scoping up some that had started to come out of you, he pushed it back in, plunging his fingers into the almost sore wetness with a desperation to keep you filled as he made you come again.

Letting out a pornographic moan, you arched your back away from the seat, pushing your clit closer to Marcus face in the process, which he took as an opportunity to press the flat of him tongue against the sensitive nerve. Tightening you grip on his hair, you pulled him impossibly closer to you, riding his tongue, chasing your completion as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

As his fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot, you came, clenching tightly around his fingers and rocking against his face as you near screamed his name inside the fogged-up vehicle. Trembling against him, you let him leave few kitten licks against your spent clit, whining as he did and whining even louder as he pulled his fingers out of you before pushing them back in one last time in an effort to keep as much of him inside of you as possible.

Sitting up, you lolled you head back against the headrest, Marcus crawling across to sit beside you, his hand taking your own and squeezing it gently.

"You think it's too late for dinner?' You asked, looking dazedly at the time which now read 8:45pm. "Or do you think they'll still let us in?"

Marcus let out a weak laugh, his head rolling onto his shoulder so he could look at you. "I think we'll have to skip this time. Though next time I will take you on a proper date. Dinner and everything. Promise."

"What makes you think there's a next time?" You teased, knowing full well now that you'd had this man in his entirety, you weren't ever going to let him go.

"That's me asking." He responded, letting out a low laugh as he began to rub his thumb over you knuckles. "All you've got to say is yes."

oh, there was definitely going to be a second date alright, and plenty more after that.

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