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Chapter 10: Date Night

Paring: Marcus Moreno X Reader

Rating: +18 (NO MINORS)

Word Count: 4.3K

Warning: adult language, consumption of alcohol, minor character deaths, hella angst, lots of self-doubt, strangulation, smut, betrayal, death threats.

Warnings 2.0: Grinding, Oral (Female Receiving), Oral (Male receiving), Hand job, Fingering, Dirty talking, one (1) Spank, begging if you squint, slight Size kink, Vaginal Penetration, Protected Sexual Intercourse (BE SAFE KIDS)

Summary: Being a single mom is hard, being a single mom to your sister’s kid is hard, being a single mom to your sister’s super powered kid is harder, and being a single mom to your sister’s super powered kid while working as a villain is hardest. It doesn’t help that your kids want to be a superhero, it also doesn’t help that all those super heroes really hate your guts. But, you're making it work.

Note: I really took this kid’s show out of proportion guys...

I smooth down my dress, glancing over to Meria as she looks over my shoes. “You have your phone right? You know you can call me anytime you want to go home?” I mumble carefully pushing away a stand of styled hair. “I know auntie, you just worry too much.” She giggles. I huff and once again run my hands over my dress as she brings me a pair of nice heels.

I slip them on only to jump when there’s a knock on the door, sparks fly off and the nearest light bulb goes out. Meria lets out a laugh as she runs to the door to answer it. I close my eyes and reign myself in. Come on, he’s seen you wasted, sobbing, and in a full blown panic attack. He has plenty of reasons not to do this but he still did. I swallow the lump in my throat and walk to the living room.

I spot Meira first stuffing a vase with blue flowers, glancing over to the living room I spot Marcus sitting on the couch. He stands quickly and walks over with a nervous smile. “Um, you look beautiful.” He murmurs, “I also brought you some flowers, but Meria snatched them up before I could give them to you.” He chuckles looking over as the girl pushes the vase to the center of our dining room table. “She’s just excited I’m going out for once.” I huff with my own little smile, “Your kid too huh?” Marcus muses. The nervous tension easing slightly, “Kids.” I shrug with an exasperated sigh, “Kids.” Marcus agrees with a laugh.

“Missy and My mom are in the parking lot.” Marcus announces when his phone buzzes. Meria suddenly bursts with light, my hand comes flying up to cover my eyes but somehow Marcus’s hand beats me to it. Warmth bursts in my chest when Meira makes a hasty apology before rushing off to her room to grab her bag. It’s then Marcus’s hand lowers from my eyes. “You're a lot quicker than I expected.” I laugh looking over at him and seeing the pink that tints his cheeks. “Comes with the job, Missy might not have powers, but the heroes I work with are basically my kids too.” The man grumbles.

A grin spreads across my face, “Work kids? Didn’t know that was a thing.” I snort watching as Meria rushes out of her room, she flies right at me and grips me in a hug that lasts all of five seconds before moving on to Marcus. The man stiffens up but before he could act she’s already out the door. “I take it she’s excited?” Marcus chuckles, “Overwhelmingly so.” I groan.

“I suppose we should get going too.” Marcus chuckles, I hum and snap my fingers, effectively turning all the lights off before walking to the door. “Neat trick.” Marcus chuckles, “Trust me, it’s a lifesaver when you're in a hurry.” I muse as he helps me slip on my jacket at the door. Marcus steps out of the door first and I close the door behind me, locking it and turning to follow Marcus to the parking lot. The girls and Anitta are long gone by the time we get there.

“I know it’s not the beautiful classic you have, but it gets the job done.” Marcus hums when we approach his very family friendly car. “My dad gave me that car, and when I got Meria the only way she would sleep was if I would drive her around in it. She loves the sound of the engine.” I inform as Marcus opens the door for me. “Really?” He prompts closing the door and circling around the car to get in on the driver’s side.

“Missy was never really a problem as a kid,” Marcus recalls starting the car, “I suppose the only real problem she has is making friends, and after her mom died.” He sighs with his voice slowly dying out before he’s pulling us out of the parking lot. “I got lucky I suppose, Meria not being old enough to comprehend her parents dying. I suppose she knew in a way, since she refused to sleep for a weeks after they died. But I think she got lucky having to grow up knowing her parents died then grow up and witness it,” I spoke softly.

“But I can’t say that’s the case for everyone. I grew up and witnessed my parents die, and now looking at Meria I think she turned far better than I did.” I huff with a shrug, “I can see why you would think that.” Marcus agrees. “I never did thank you.” I whisper watching the city lights pass us, “For coming to get me when I was getting drunk in a graveyard.” I grumble. “We all have our days, it just so happened you were having one of yours.” He smiles over to me before looking back over to the road.

“That's not what the last guy said.” I snort, “Last guy?” Marcus prompts. “A boyfriend that I had a year or two ago. I only had two in the time I’ve had Meria. The first one broke up with me when he found out she was put in my custody and the second one left because he couldn’t handle my baggage.” I confess in a scoff. “They sound shitty.” He quips, a grin smears across my lips. “Marcus Moreno, did you just curse?” I tease, the man rolls his eyes but I can see the smile playing on his lips. “You’ve rubbed off on me.” He grunts, “Only in the best ways.” I chime with a wink.

Shortly after that he pulled into the restaurant, he told me to stay in the car when he killed the engine only to hop out and circle the car so he could open my door for me. “You don’t have to do all that.” I laugh when he offers my hand to help me out, “I want to.” He affirms closing the door when I get out of the car. Wrapping my arm around his he leads me into the restaurant, the man even when so far to had called ahead and set a reservation.

I smile when he pulls my chair out for me, I sit down and help him push me in. Only when I’m settled in the chair does he actually sit down on his own. “Other than tequila, what do you drink?” He jokes, “Depends on the occasion.” I muse looking at the menu we were handed. “What kind of wine do you like?” He prompts, “If I’m eating something a little more greasy I order red wine, if I'm having something a little more dry I’ll drink white wine.” I mumble looking over the menu. “We have a fine selection of both.” The waiter provides, “I can see that, but I’ll let him order the wine. I’m not so picky that I won’t drink it if it doesn’t compliment my order.” I smile over to them. “Then how about a red wine?” Marcus prompts, “Sounds good to me.” I hum scanning the meat dishes to see if I find anything I like before moving on.

The waiter nods before shooting off to fetch the wine, “I didn’t know you had such a developed taste.” Marcus hums. “Came with the job, Villains are very splurgy and like the finer things in life. They take you more seriously if you know what you’re talking about. Whether it’s about the food you order to the locks you can bust.” I quip scanning the menu’s pasta dishes. “The only reason I know anything is because of the higher ups and executives who invite me to banquents and dinners.” He huffs.

“So the leader of the heroics isn’t all action and paper work huh?” I muse looking over my menu, “Unfortunately.” The man sighs. “Tell me about all this training you know so much about.” He pipes up, “It was a discipline technique my parents used to help us control our powers. My sister pushed and pulled air like breathing, so the fighting style she learned helped her mold her powers into something more stable. I however had a harder time, while I did study Northern Shaolin Kung Fu I use a more altered version of it when I fight.” I explain putting down my menu having already decided what I want.

“While the martial arts were used to discipline our powers, the weapons were used to discipline us. I was a very angry child so I was often sentenced to the yard to do twenty or more spear spins. If my powers went uncontrolled in my outburst I would have to spend two hours practicing my Shaolin Kung Fu forms.” I muse recalling the hours I spend practicing. “I don’t necessarily discipline Meria that way, but occasionally she’ll have to do a bit of at home training when she decides to burn that dress we bought when she thought it was ugly.” I sigh.

Marcus nods, but before he could answer his attention is caught by the waiter who brings in the wine. He pours us both a glass before asking for our order, I decide on the italian spaghetti and meatballs with light garlic, while Marcus goes for the steak medium rare. I take a sip of my wine as Marcus finishes his order and the waiter rushes off to give off our order.

“So, Why did you ask me out?” I prompt with a smirk, a shy smile made its way to Marcus's lips. “Well I thought who better?” He laughs, a small bob my head in amusement before he clears his throat. “In all actuality, It just kinda donned on me that you have to be the one I ask on a date. Out of all the fangirls, reporters, and co-workers who hit on me. You're the one I want to ask out on a date.” He rambles, “I don’t know if it's the way you laugh, or the way you seem to care more than you let on, or the outright terrifying anger that you're able to unleash that did this to me. But It's been a very long time since I've felt this drawn to someone, or met someone who makes me feel more alive than I actually am.” He confesses.

My eyes widen at the man, unable to fathom the weight of his words. “Tell me why did you agree?” He then asks, I lick my lips before taking another sip of wine. “I didn’t know I wanted to until you asked to be honest. I knew there was something in me that was drawn to you, the times where I broke down and you would tell me it was all going to be okay. I’ve never believed someone’s words as much as I have yours, the thought scares me a bit, but it thrills me a little too. It’s been a very long time since I’ve met someone who scares me.” I muse quietly.

“I think we’ve both been alone for far too long.” He chuckles, I hum in agreement before taking another sip of my wine. The comfortable silence that settles between us goes on until our food is brought out. Marcus and I trade small talk between bites of food, only to actually hold a continuous conversation when our plates are clean and we’re waiting on the bill. Said conversation was actually an argument on who was going to pay the bill, so we settled on splitting it.

Once the bill is paid Marcus and I leave for the car, he opens the door for me and helps me into the car before shutting it. The silence from dinner settles in the car and continues until we arrive at my apartment.

I lick my lips at the sight of my door, unlocking it slowly when we get to it. The tension in my stomach that’s been building my gut since we left the restaurant has reached its limits, and by the grace of god when I turn around to say something on it Marcus is already on me. Pressing his lips to mine so hard I’m pushed against the door, having realized just how hard he must have been Marcus pulls away. A worried look creased on his handsome face. “I’m sorr—” He starts, but I cut him off by jerking him to me with his tie.

This time I’m the one kissing him, savering the way his mustache scratches against my skin and the way his pouty lips settle against my just right. I don’t even ask when I turn the knob to my door and lead us inside, however Marcus seems very okay with it given he kicks the door shut with his foot after he gets through.

I gasp against his lip, the need for air burning at my lungs as a small haze filters over my head. The wine from before is not doing much to help it, but it’s not like either of us care. I pull Marcus along to my room, yanking on his jacket and pulling it off of him before we even get to my bedroom door. Marcus starts the next kiss cupping my cheeks and pressing his lips against mine while his body pins me to the door of my room. I fumble to pull off his tie but as soon as it’s unknotted he breaks away from the kiss, my lungs screaming for air as he jerks off his tie and reaches to open the door.

We hit the bed with a thump but that didn’t slow us down as I helped Marcus pull off his shirt, as soon as it’s off I press another kiss onto his lips. He was the first to pull away, he stood on his knees and gripped my hips before flipping my body. I landed on my stomach and I felt heat swell in between my legs as he grunts.

Marcus presses his hips into my ass and a moan falls from my lips when I feel the hard flesh that hides away in his slacks. I hum when his hands move my hair away from one side of my neck before he’s pressing his lips to the bare side. It almost distracted me from the pull of my zipper on the back of my dress and the ever growing looseness of the tight dress I wear.

With the zipper open my back is exposed and open to Marcus who trails his lips from my neck to my shoulder then down my back. The hair of his facial hair scratching my skin and the soft kisses light a trail of fire down my body. His lips worked down my back while his hands had taken hold of my dress straps and pulled them down. His kisses trailing from my shoulder blades all the way down to my lower back as he pulls away at the dress. The dress eventually bunched up at the top of my ass, but Marcus wasn’t having it.

His hands let go of the dress only to pull my hips up and off the bed, with my hips in the air he violently jerks the bunched up fabric down like a kid ripping open a christmas present. A groan leaves his lips as the view of my ass is finally open, a low moan tumbles from my lips when his hands grab at the flesh of my ass. Kneading it and running his fingers over it even though it's covered by my panties.

Gripping my hips Marcus flips me back over before pulling the dress off my legs and tossing it off into the room. I watch his brown eyes wander my body slowly, I can feel his large hands stroke my thighs until the tip of his fingers wrap around the bands of my underwear. His eyes make contact with mine, “Tell me to stop,” He whispers. “Tell me when to stop, because if you don't... I won't be able to tell when it's too much.” He continued in a hushed strained tone. It lights something in me knowing the ever mild tempered and controlled leader is on the edge of being unhinged.

I pull myself up and brush my lips against his, however it wasn’t enough for him. Marcus presses his lips flush against mine, “Come undone for me, I wanna see how much you enjoy it.” I speak between our lips only to be cut off with his tongue. “Indulge and be selfish, I know what you want and how to give it to you when you need it. All you have to do is let go.” I purr against his lips, only pulling away to breath but I lock eyes with Marcus. “Show me what's underneath that good guy persona, I want to see your inner bad guy.” I continue with heavy breaths.

He didn’t say anything, he only leaned down until he was pushing me back down onto the bed. When my head hits the pillow he leans back up and wraps his fingers around my panties again. This time he didn't hesitate to pull it clean off my legs. Instead of throwing them he looks down at them in his hand, the black lace that covers my core is soaked and sticky but there’s a slight drip to them.

His eyes tear away from them and dart right down to the junction between my legs, I swallow hard when I see his tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Then his fingers come up and sink into his mouth, I bite my lip as his lips wrap around them. A soft breath escapes my lungs when he drags his finger out, the action displays his lips and how swollen they are from our kisses, it just makes them look so much more tempting.

With his fingers wet Marcus guides them down to my core before sinking them in, A gasp rips from my throat at their fullness. The ache that was once pulsing and wet now triples in need as fingers slowly pump in and out. The tips of fingers pressing against my walls searching until they found what they were looking for. Upon finding it a long moan falls from my lips, a smirk slips onto Marcus’s lips as my back arches off the bed. He continues to pump his fingers in as he makes it a point to press into that spot inside me every time he pushes in. A pool in my stomach quickly fills and my legs tense up when Marcus’s fingers pull out too much to my liking.

The pleasure doubles when I feel his thumb press against my clit with every push, The pool in my stomach suddenly flushes and a wave of heat washes through my core. Marcus’s fingers continue to push me through my orgasm, until my body goes lax against the bed.

With heavy breaths and blurry vision I manage to sit up from the bed. Without saying a word to Marcus I pop the button to his slacks, he follows my lead and pushes them down his hips as I pull the zipper. Marcus manages to push his slacks down his thighs before kicking them off and into the floor. As soon as they hit the floor he’s back on me pressing his thinly covered cock into me and rocking his hips softly. I moan as I feel wet fabric push against me with every rock of his hips.

I open my legs for him but that doesn’t stop my hands from wandering down to the hem of his boxers. I don’t think I process actually pulling them down, not until his cock pops from underneath the boxers. I don’t even bother pushing his boxers down the rest of the way, I immediately gasp his cock in my hands and pump. Marcus’s moan fills my ears and each one causes my chest to grow warm.

Our lips connect again, our tongues twisting and turning with one another as they fill the room with additional wet noises. Marcus pulls away with a hiss and quickly pushes my hands away from his cock, “Not here, I’m not cumming here,” He grunts as he stands on his knees and finishes pulling off his boxers. Once his boxers join the floor his hands push my legs open, I feel my heart clench on nothing as I watch him spit onto his hand before stroking himself. “Condoms?” He whispers, “Fuck, IUD, got a new one last week actually.” I inform breathlessly. Marcus’s eyes darken at the information and a new rush of arousal flushes through my body.

My heart pounds in my chest wildly when I feel the heat of his cock press against the lips of my pussy. I don’t bother to smother the moan that rips from my throat when he pushes the tip in, I hiss at him when he doesn’t move any further. “More,” I call, “More Marcus,” I continue. Marcus has his bottom lip caught between his teeth and eyes shut close. “Let me enjoy this, let me enjoy the way you pussy wants to swallow me,” He growls.

My lips instantly seal shut and my core clenches around the head of his cock. I watch Marcus’s jaw lock as a curse slips from between his pretty lips, “So fucking needy,” He grunts before shoving in. My thighs tighten around Marcus’s hips when the stretch of his cock spreads through my entire lower body. “Fuck! I would have asked you out sooner if I knew you felt this good.” He snarls, pressing his hips into mine, The air is violently ripped out of me when the head of cock is pushed up against the deepest part of me. Head spinning from the arousal, adrenaline, and constant lack of air.

“So much,” I whimper in a daze, unaware that it’s actually coming out of my mouth until I hear it ring in the air. “So much,” I repeat, digging my nails into Marcus’s shoulder, “Want it, Want it all.” mumble. “Want more?” I hear his voice chuckle, I barely register nodding my head, “Want it all,” I clarify. “Give me it all, Give me you.” I beg, “If that’s what you want.” He answers hushly.

It was that moment I felt the wind of moving limbs, I didn’t know what until I felt the pull of my legs and the twist of my hips as Marcus threw them both to one side effectively turning my lower half sideways. His hips make the first spear violently, the tight position forcing me to feel every inch of him as he forces himself into me. With every thrust I lose air in my lungs, in an attempt to ground myself from the violent pleasure I shuffle my body.

However the action causes my legs to fall out of place, as soon as they do Marcus is throwing them back into place and landing a hard whole handed slap to my ass. The sharp sting pulls out a squeak, “Lay down, lay still and don’t fucking move. Let me take care of you.” He snarls, using his weight to press me further into the bed.

I claw my hands at the pillow that rests at my head and press my face into it muffling the gasps and moans that tumble from my lips when every thrust strikes. The pillow is suddenly jerked from me and tossed away, “I want to look at you when I fuck you, Don’t hide from me, don’t you ever hide from me.” Marcus rasps. He makes a note to thrust harder to prove his point, and it’s this action that forces me to acknowledge the heavy pool resting in my stomach.

“Close! Close!” I warn using the hand closest to him to slap his arm. “Give it to me, Fucking give it to me (y/n), Give me you.” He snarls as he now uses his entire lower body to push into me. I cry when the head of his cock strikes against my womb, it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to flush out of me in thick heavy waves. My vision blurs and I feel my throat strain from the cry that lives it. I hear the violent tone of curses come from Marcus as he continues to push me through my orgasm. However before I could finish I felt the hot splash of Marcus’s own orgam fill me. The feeling draws a low moan from my tired throat. I can feel Marcus’s heavy breathing against me but he doesn’t pull out.

Only presses his forehead against mine, “Where’s your bathroom?” He whispers, I blink twice before it actually processes in my head what he asked. “Second door over there.” I mumble waving my hand to the right wall. He hums and presses a kiss to my forehead before getting up. My eyes droop and feel heavy, however Marcus comes back before I actually fall asleep. A warm rag running between my legs when moves them open. I let him do what he needs, watching the way his eyes are soft and molten, like milk chocolate.

When he’s done he tosses the rag into a nearby basket before tossing the blanket over the two of us. He slides his arm under me and effortlessly pulls me into him, I melt into him soaking up all the warmth his body could possibly offer. His finger that traces lines down my body is the thing that lulls me to sleep.

My eyes open and the first thing I see is Marcus’s face. However my first thought has my eyes going wide and my body snapping to sit up, Marcus jumps up with me at the sudden rush of motion. “Marcus! The kids!” I yelp at his sleepy confused face, I watch his brown eyes go wide, “The kids!” He realizes as we both yank the blankets off and stumble to find our clothes. Fuck Meria is never going to let me live this down.

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