#whore for spector
/: I’m just obsessed with Oscar at this point. This GIF sends me reeling. Hope you dearies enjoy this one! <33
: Marc Spector × Reader
: 1636
: Smut Smutty Smut Smut
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: +18 minors DNI, edging, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, use of handcuffs, very slight p in v
Eyes flittering over words while the jangling of keys filled the peaceful air, the scent of donuts warmed my heart.
He was home.
Finally.
Huffing, my attention still fixated on my book, Marc made his way into the living room. I refused to meet his eyes; Marc’s exasperated sigh followed by his sharp mutters making me roll my eyes.
“Still giving me the silent treatment sweetheart?” he mocked, placing a box of donuts on the counter. Stealing a glance, my heart lurched. They were all my favourites. From chocolate flavoured to sprinkle covered.
But the very thought of his ignorance brought forth the urge to leave the room.
Taking a one of the chocolate covered donuts out, Marc held one up, a pot of chocolate dipping sauce in his other hand. I didn’t even know what I was reading, my heart racing and the thin cord that held my angry outburst within me beginning to tighten.
“Oh, for fucks sakes,” Marc protested. Striding over to me, stooping before me, his smooth skin rid of any beard gleaming in the soft light casted across the room.
“Look,” he said, his hands twisting his fingers, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my mission. I know I should have. I’m here now and- and I’m fine. Just scratches and bruises.”
I met his soft eyes for a second, his mouth opened slightly as he stared at me- expectantly. Lips closing shut, he turned his head as he motioned to the donuts.
“Will you at least have a donut?” Marc groaned.
Eyeing him one last time, I refocused my attention to my book. I heard his exasperated sigh, followed by his mutters of annoyance. Sighing, Marc nodded his head.
Quicker than I could react, he grabbed me, tossing me over his shoulder like I was mere sack of flour.
“Marc,” I screeched, his hand holding my torso on his shoulders, “put me down right now.”
Reaching for something on the table, he carried us to our bed- despite my protests and kicking. My body bounced slightly, nipples pebbling as he stared at me hungrily.
“You want to be a brat honey?” he mocked, tearing his shirt off, “fine be a brat.”
Lunging at me, our lips met in a furious kiss, my hands snaking in his curls. I could taste the coffee frosting as his hands pawed at my clothes. Pinning my hands above my head, one hand groped my breasts, a breathy sigh swallowed by his groan of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, his crotch rubbing against my heat.
And then the sound of a click followed by the cold feel of handcuff circled my wrists.
Pulling away, my chest heaved as his dark eyes stared at my overheated figure.
“Marc,” I gasped, “what-,”
Holding the front of my teddy, he ripped it down the middle my swollen breasts exposed for his pleasure. Marc reached down for my panties, ripping the now moist lace.
“Hey,” I protested, “those were-,”
Stuffing them in my mouth, my eyes widened as he pressed the ball of his hand against the lips.
“You want to be a brat and ignore me?” he sneered, “give me the silent treatment?”
Taking a small container- the tiny cup of chocolate dipping sauce, he swirled two fingers seductively in it. Bringing his dripping fingers to his lips, he sucked them languidly- moaning softly.
“Here’s the deal sweetheart,” he purred, pouring a trail of chocolate down my body, “you want to be a brat and stay quiet, well that’s the only way you cum tonight.”
My eyes widened, my clit throbbing with anticipation.
“Every time you make a sound, I’m going to restart. You got that honey?”
I nodded, the rough feel of lace filling my mouth.
“Good girl.”
Setting the container of decadence on our bedside table, he trailed soft kisses down my neck. His expert tongue and sharp nips had my chest heaving. But I would not let him win.
But as he reached the base of my neck, he sucked a sensitive spot, a hoarse moan leaving my lips. Looking up at me, a smirk on his lips, he took the container up and poured more.
“What’s wrong honey?” Marc’s eyes glued to mine, “having problems being quiet?”
This time as his lips met my neck, his fingers began to trail down my body. The soft suckling from his neck, my inability to touch him, and now the way the rough pads of his fingertips stroked my clit, it was torture.
He licked down the center of my chest, his lips attaching itself to one of my swollen peaks. Circling and sucking my pebbled nipple while he pinched and massaged the other, made my eyes roll back- heels digging into the mattress. All I wanted to do was moan, my mouth stuffed and my clit throbbing. Marc was giving me too much and too little all at once.
It was as if he was determined to make a point, biting down on my swollen bud while pinching the other. Crying out, he removed his hands from my body, looking back up to my eyes.
“Hm, seems like we’re having problems listening today honey?”
He pinched my nipple as he smirked, my body lurching at his reaction.
Chuckling, he began again.
It was torture, his lips suckling the fresh trail of chocolate with an increased aggression. Head pounding and hands straining around the cuffs, his mouth laved over the soft flesh of my stomach.
Finally.
But as he began down the curve of my tummy, he thrusted two fingers in my pussy, curling them into my sweet spot.
Moaning, my legs shutting around his hand, my head foggy and tears building in my eyes. Marc yanked my legs open, my cries muffled by the now soaked fabric in my mouth. Pouting, Marc took the torn lace from my mouth, and I looked away.
A warm finger hooked under my chin, turning my face to him.
“You have anything you want to say or ask of me honey?” Marc purred, a shit-eating grin on his face.
My breath faltered, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs. Huffing as he inched them closer to my pussy, I bucked my hips to his fingers. But he moved them just as quickly.
“It’s ok to give in honey,” Marc murmured, his chocolatey breath brushing against my cheek, “just say ask me to make you cum.”
My chest heaved, my limbs sweat covered and tired of his edging. Marc pressed tender kisses along the apple of my cheek, his tongue coming out slightly to lick away a loose tear.
Hand going back between my legs, his fingers pushed into my pussy, the loud squelching making my toes curl. Marc pulled away, my eyes meeting his.
“Marc,” I moaned.
“Honey?”
“I give in,” I sighed, my limbs shaking, “please.”
He smirked, his fingers thrusting back into my pussy. This time I cried out, unable to hold back my moan of pleasure.
Pulling them out, I cried out, frustrated and annoyed.
“Marc, I swear to God if you don’t-,”
I couldn’t even finish my sentence, his body flat against the bed, his face buried in my pussy.
I thrashed on the bed, hands straining against the cuffs. Pulling away gently, he took the remainder of the chocolate and poured it all over my cunt, the warm chocolate tingling my nerves.
The sound of his tongue slurping at the warm liquid as he circled my clit had my legs snapping around his head. Holding them down, a hand pressed to my stomach, his tongue flicked my swollen bud while I cried for him.
“Fuck,” I mewled, his fingers now inside me.
I could barely concentrate, and my orgasm hit me like a freight train. Waves of pleasure shook me, my voice hoarse while Marc continued his ministrations. Hips undulating with pleasure, he continued thrusting his fingers in me, his lips coming down to my clit.
“Marc- f-fuck.”
Spitting on my pussy, he rubbed my clit while he added a third finger to my pussy.
“That’s it honey,” he exhaled, “taking my fingers so good.”
Legs shaking, my mouth fell open in a silent scream.
“Oh my Gods,” I cried, my body shaking as he rubbed my clit harder.
“What’s wrong honey? Can’t keep quiet?” he teased, his fingers thrusting into me at a blinding pace.
Eyes rolling back, I mewled at the feel of his fingers rolling my nipple between them. It was becoming too much but I didn’t want to stop. Mouth returning to my clit, he traced patterns with his tongue while I cried out for him.
“Baby its too much,” I cried, my muscles cramping as Marc continued.
Digging his fingers deeper, he took my clit in his mouth- shaking his head slightly while he sucked harshly.
I could not stream a single sentence, my body floating on a sea of pleasure. Thighs clamping around his head, he moaned into me- the vibrations spiraling me into another mind-blowing orgasm.
“FuckFuckFuck,” I screamed, a stream of clear liquid squirting from me.
Finally pulling away, his face dripping with my release, Marc stared at me, his cock straining against his boxers. A dark spot formed on the grey fabric, but that soon vanished.
Marc flipped me on my knees, my moan stifled as he shoved his boxers in my mouth. I couldn’t even catch my breath, my head foggy and my vision pulsating as I came down my clouded bliss.
Holding me up by my stomach, his body draping over mine, he pressed a kiss to the sweaty portion of my neck. Pushing in, my muffled moan was drowned by his soft cooing.
“See if you can stay silent now,” he purred, snapping his hips into my sensitive heat.
