#lu jinghe smut

[valkyrayn]

Ride Your King // Marius x Fem!Reader

Tags: light bondage, filthy talking, pussy eating, squirting, blowjob, cock riding, fingering, marking, scratching, praise kink, loud sex, rough fucking, huge cock, breeding kink, multiple rounds, fucking on the: floor, table, wall, bathtub, morning sex, fluff at the end--filthy self-indulgent porn

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“…how long are you going to keep me tied up?” He raises an eyebrow at you, a seductive smirk playing on his lips—oh, he’s absolutely loving this. You watch your fiance with a matching smirk, he’s sat on the floor with his legs spread in front of him, wrists bound behind his back by a silk scarf, his white shirt unbuttoned, damp with his sweat. He looks sinful, like a devil brought solely into your presence to seduce and pleasure you. 

And for that reason alone, he needs to be restrained. You want to be in control this time.

“Until you make me cum,” you reply, sporting a confidence that you never knew you had but that’s what being with Marius does to you. 

You hear him chuckle, his eyes dark with lust as he takes a full view of your body from top to bottom—clad in see-through lingerie, courtesy of him, with its lacy hem resting high above your knees. It’s so revealing you might as well not be wearing anything. He takes a deep breath, satisfied with your choice of clothing and looks up at you with a grin on his face. 

“With my cock or with my mouth…which one do you want first?” He asks so casually. He tilts his head slightly to the side to get a better view of you. “Your choice, my Queen.”

A small whimper escapes you, feeling your cunt throb at his words, immediately providing images in your head on how this is going to end later—with you writhing under him and begging for more… 

Marius’ eyes widen when you suddenly get on all fours on the floor, crawling towards him with a playful smirk on your lips. For someone so confident just a few seconds ago, he’s immediately flustered. “Jiejie…”

You can see his cock twitch behind his pants without you even touching him yet. The sight of him looking so desperate and needy for you makes you wet; feeling yourself begin to soak through the material of the lingerie that he’s bought for you. 

Mustering all the confidence you have, you lean down and start unzipping his pants with your teeth, all while keeping your eyes locked with his. 

He hisses through his teeth, lifting his hips off the floor, desperately trying to get closer to you only for you to push him back down by putting your weight on him. 

“Don’t be rude, Marius…good boys must be patient. Are you a good boy?”

He inhaled deeply. “Only if you want me to be…”

You click your tongue as you slowly slip your hand down his pants, earning another hiss from him the second your fingers make contact with his cock. “Babe…shit…” He curses under his breath when you finally pull his cock out, hot and heavy in your hand—the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Your small fingers can’t even wrap fully around him, swearing it has gotten bigger since the last time you saw it. 

You look at it with fascination, tracing the vein on the underside with your thumb, up to the tip, pink and leaking with precum. You latch onto the head with your lips before it could drip, licking it off with your tongue, relishing in the sweet salty taste of him while he’s struggling to keep himself composed. 

You release him with a pop but keep your hand around him as you stroke him gently. 

“Be a good boy and don’t cum until I say so…” His hips jerk upwards when you once again wrap your lips around him, taking him in inch by inch until your jaw hurts. His girth is simply too much for your small mouth—no amount of practice could get you to take him in whole, not without his help. So you settle for sealing your lips tightly around him, as deep as you can and swirl your tongue around him to stimulate him even further. You know how desperately he wants to grab you by the hair right now, to push you down even deeper, to fuck your throat until you gag—and heaven knows how much you want it too but you can’t give in just yet. 

You lift your head slightly to look at him and gods above, the sight of him alone can make you cum. His whole shirt is now unbuttoned–you can see the blush blooming on his cheeks up to his ears and despite the blasting air conditioner, he is sweating, covering his beautifully sculpted body with a thin sheen of perspiration. Your eyes follow that one droplet of sweat trailing down his neck, disappearing between his heaving chest—the expensive material of his white shirt is now sticking to his skin.

“Nngh…jiejie please…” You hear him say in between grunts.

Locking eyes with him, you give an inward lick before pulling your mouth off only to immediately go back in, sealing your lips around the head of his cock and licking between the slit to swallow more of his leaking precum. “Fuck, baby–!”

Fuck is right. His cock feels so fucking good in your mouth, you can’t help but moan as you swallow more of him, feeling it twitch when it finally touches the back of your throat. You only manage to keep him in there for a few seconds before yanking your head off to breathe, leaving a trail of saliva hanging between you and his tip. 

Marius’ eyes are rolled to the back of his skull, teeth biting his lower lip and nails sinking into his palms, willing himself not to cum even when he so desperately wants to. Knowing him, he’s already planning a hundred ways to get back at you after this and honestly, you’re excited for what’s to come. 

Releasing your grip around his dick, you smile at him innocently before standing up, leaving him flustered and breathless. Marius struggles with his restraints, trying to free himself, the regret finally sinking in for letting you tie him up in the first place because all he wants is to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. To bury his cock so deep inside all your holes and have you begging for more like you always do.

“Babe…what did I say about being patient?”

You seductively lift the hem of your lingerie dress, showing your soaking cunt, putting on a small show for him by rubbing your clit with one hand. The erotic display is making his cock even harder and you watch as it twitches, begging to be sat on. You pull away your fingers, showing him how wet you are before leaning down to smear it against his pecs. “Behave or I’m not letting you fuck me…” 

Like an obedient pet, Marius immediately stops struggling, looking up at you with dark eyes slightly covered by his hair. You can sense his frustration but you know he’s just as turned on as you.

You step closer to him, bending down to whisper next to his ear. “Will you make me cum with your mouth, Marius?” 

He smirks. “You ask as if I don’t already do that for you every morning, babe.”

Smart mouth; time to put it to good use. You roll your eyes and stand up, positioning your cunt in front of him, slowly pushing yourself against his mouth as you thread your fingers through his hair below you. He doesn’t waste any time, immediately latching onto your pussy before you can even prepare yourself, causing you to fall forward then grabbing onto the door of the wardrobe to keep yourself upright. 

“Oh my fucking god, Marius—” Your fingers tighten around him to keep yourself steady as you push your hips closer to him. 

He pulls back to spit on your cunt before diving back in—pushing his tongue in and out of your hole, feeling your walls clench around him, filling your ears with wet schlicking sound of him eating out your pussy sloppily. He licks a stripe in between your folds, relishing at the taste of your creamy cunt. And then he wraps his lips around your little nub, suckling on it gently and swirling his tongue around it—sending waves of intense pleasure throughout your body. 

Marius knows all your sweet spots. The spot behind your ear he likes to caress that makes you sigh his name breathlessly. The spot inside your pussy that he likes to ram into with his cock because every time without fail, it makes your knees buckle as you come undone with a scream. 

The little nub of your cunt that he loves to tease with his tongue because it gives you such an intense pleasure you end up squirting all over him like a fountain. 

“God…Marius I’m cumming—”

He shoves his tongue back inside even deeper—the sudden intrusion pushes you instantly to the edge, making you gush uncontrollably into his mouth. 

His tongue is caught in between your quivering walls, so he proceeds to swirl it around inside you, savouring your taste and prolonging your orgasm until he’s all but drenched in your release. 

When you’re done, you step back with your barely stable legs and look down at him. His shirt is completely drenched now, your juices dripping from his chin and down his neck travelling all the way down his abs, flexing as he begins to move again to adjust his hands behind him.

The realisation finally sunk in that he had made you cum with his mouth alone, without the help of his fingers. Almost as if he could read your mind, “What’s wrong, babe? Missing my fingers already?” he laughs as he flips his hair back to keep it out of his face. 

“No…”

“Let me go and I’ll show you how good my fingers feel inside you? Remember you need to prep before you can take me…”

A small noise came out of you at the thought. He’s right, it takes a lot of prep and foreplay for you to be able to fully take him in, and he always makes sure that you are ready before he even sheathes it inside you. 

But no, you’ve decided that today, you will finally get used to his size. You want to feel the stretch of your pussy as it accommodates him. 

“Mmmm…you’ve done enough. Just sit tight and enjoy…”

Marius’ eyes widened at that, but immediately followed by a proud smile. His cock stands stiff between his legs, his balls heavy with cum waiting to unload inside you. He relaxes his shoulders and leans back against the wardrobe behind him, cocking his eyebrow at you as an invitation to sit on him.

“Well then. Why don’t you come here and ride your King.”

His deep voice reignites the fire deep within your womb, making your cunt throb with the desperate need to be filled by him.

And so you position yourself above him, lifting the hem of your skirt just slightly so you can press the tip of his cock against your dripping entrance. He watches you intently, fighting the voice inside his head telling him to just push his hips up so he can finally be inside you. 

Set in a squatting position above him, you finally, slowly push yourself down on him. “Oh fuck—” you curse under your breath at the feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt, feeling every ridge and vein against your walls. You’re grateful for the foreplay because at least you’re lubricated enough to help him slide his way through and finally, finally—with a long satisfied moan, his cock is now fully inside you.

You lean forward and grab both sides of his face with your hands before kissing him, licking and biting as you slowly move your hips. He moans against your mouth, his impatience kicking in and then he’s suddenly pushing his hips up to meet you halfway—making you scream.

“Marius!” 

“Fuck baby—I need you to move…please…”

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you pull yourself up slowly, leaving only his tip inside you just so you can hear him groan in frustration. Leaning down, you gently kiss him on the lips. “So impatient…” 

And then you slam your hips back down, taking him in fully, mind reeling at how big he feels inside you. “Oh my god…” You start moving your hips faster, bouncing yourself on his cock, filling the room with the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs. String of curses leave his lips when you start grinding even harder, taking him in deeper. 

“Touch yourself…let me see you play with that pussy while you ride me.” 

As if entranced, you lift the hem of your skirt with one hand and start rubbing your clit with the other—making you gasp upon contact, the sensation sending electric throughout your body. But it doesn’t feel the same as having his fingers inside you. His long slender fingers, the way they would skillfully play with your clit and slide into you…you need his hands. 

Just as you’re about to reach out behind him to untie his bounds, you suddenly feel his large hands on your hips, making you snap your head up to look at him with eyes wide in surprise that he’s escaped from the restraints. With a shit-eating grin, he slides his body down to lie flat on his back and with his hands still tightly gripping onto your hips he then starts fucking up into you with no mercy. 

“Shit—Marius! Ah—too deep!” You scream, planting your palms against his chest as you fall forward from his rough thrusting. One of his hands move from your hips to rip the top of your lingerie off to fully expose your breasts to him so he can watch them bounce as he begins to fuck you even faster. “Marius what the fuck—”

He latches onto one of your nipples and starts suckling while his right hand starts kneading the other, so plump and soft in his grasp. Loud moans leave you with abandon, the perks of finally moving in together, isolated from the rest of the world, away from the ears of people. There isn’t a need for soundproof walls because you two are the only residents in this entire floor.

A high-pitched scream is ripped out of you when his cock presses against that sweet spot inside your pussy, sending you gushing around him as if a dam has been broken.

“That’s it…baby. Cum for me…drench me just like that…” 

“Fuck oh my god—Mar…” Your whole body twitches and trembles on top of him as you ride the wave of your orgasm, leaving your whole body sensitive even to the slightest brush of wind against your skin. 

His abs and thighs are drenched with your release so he wipes them with his shirt before they could drip onto the floor. While he waits for you to fully regain your strength, he makes a move to remove his entire pants before carrying you off the floor—with his cock still plugged inside you. 

You wrap your arms around him and bury your face against the crook of his neck as you let yourself be carried onto the corner of the room, before he slowly places you down onto the desk, right on top of the floor plan layout that he had drawn just this morning. 

Marius presses his hands against the underside of your thighs to keep your legs apart as he tantalisingly slides his stiff cock in and out of you. Meanwhile, you’re still drunk and incoherent, yet to fully recover from your release. 

“You’re creaming so much around my cock, jiejie…so fucking wet for me…” 

He watches with fascination at the way your cream is smeared on his dick every time he pulls out. He runs his fingers through your hair before yanking your head back, rough enough to make you gasp—and then he’s leaving open mouth kisses up your neck towards the back of your ear. “Mmmngghh…babe…” you sigh when he licks the spot behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Am I allowed to cum now? I’ve been a very good boy…”

Suddenly he’s pushing his fingers inside your mouth and you wrap your tongue around them instinctively, sighing as he slowly pulls them out and drags them down your body—leaving wet trails of your saliva down between the valley of your breasts and towards your waiting pussy. He pulls his cock out of you, leaving you empty and lets it stand erect between you. And before you can whine in frustration, your body jerks when his fingers suddenly make contact with your clit, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. 

Marius flicks your nub with his thumb as he sinks two of his long slender fingers inside you—the sensation of having your hole stretched makes your eyes roll back. 

“Will you let me fill you up, baby? Hmm?” He pushes in deeper, spreading them apart inside you. “Can you feel that? Your pretty little pussy is begging for my cum—it’s clenching around my fingers…” He hooks his fingers upwards making your body jerk against him, scrunching the paper beneath you. No words come out of you, just moans and pathetic whimpers, willing your body at his mercy. 

“Yes please…want—”

“Mmm you want to be fucked so bad don’t you…To fill you up…” He starts pumping his fingers, in—and out. “...with load after load…” A third finger goes in, stretching your walls even wider. “...until you’re leaking…and dripping…all over the floor with my cum…”

“Marius…please…”

Without warning, he suddenly pulls out his fingers from you and immediately sheathes his stiff cock inside you—ripping out a scream from your lungs. Marius pushes your thighs apart even wider, holding tight onto your ankles as he starts fucking your wet heat with abandon. You grab onto the sides of the table, nails sinking into the wood to hold yourself steady as you take his rough fucking like a champ. 

“My god…your pussy feels so fucking good…so fucking good…” He growls, somehow going even harder and faster, making your tits bounce wildly at every slam of his hips against your ass. He’s watching you through the curtains of his unkempt hair, damp with sweat and your release—eyes dark and blown with lust, promising a night full of hard, nasty and obscene fucking until your body is begging for respite.

Goosebumps rise all over your arms, nearing your edge as you begin to clench around his cock even tighter. The table moves and screeches against the tiles beneath you, knocking everything else off the table at the same time—pencils and papers rolling onto the floor. The sound of your squelching pussy and the wet smack of skin against skin fills your ear, stimulating you even further towards insanity. 

Whimpers turn into moans and moans turn into screams. Marius grabs you by the hair again and pulls your body up before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you roughly, sucking and biting your lips—only releasing you when you start gasping for air. Occasionally his necklace would brush against your skin, pulling you back into a state of awareness every time your vision starts turning white.

Your arms are wrapped around him, fingers sinking into his back, leaving scratches deep enough to mark him. Meanwhile, he’s sucking into the skin above your collarbones, branding you with several angry red marks.

His cock begins to twitch erratically within your walls, signalling that he’s close to release. 

“Watch me fuck my load inside you—” He folds your body forward so you can look at where your body is connected, his huge cock pumping in and out in quick rough thrusts, jamming himself so deep until he finally explodes inside you, spraying your walls with his scalding hot spend. Immediately after, you start gushing around him. 

Your body convulses against him, the wave of orgasm comes crashing on you like a ton of bricks, so intense to a point of blacking out. Marius is not doing any better but he manages to hold onto your weight with one arm, pumping his cock with his other hand ensuring every single drop of his cum ends up inside you. Your gushing release is not helping in the matter, causing everything to overflow out of you, dripping between the crack of your ass and onto the paper beneath you. 

The floor plan drawing is now ruined with splotches of wet marks, a combination of both of your fluids, seeped into the paper. 

“Marius…the floor plan—“

He pulls you off the table and pushes your body against the wall beside you, tits and cheek pressed against the cold surface. Marius’ huge body pins you from behind, cock heavy and resting against your ass, twitching and ready for more. He slides his hand towards your pussy so he can splay your folds with his fingers, teasing your clit as he slowly eases his cock back inside you from behind, dragging out the most salacious moan out of you. 

With your forearms on either side of your head against the wall, you stick your ass out instinctively to meet his thrusts, hips steadied by his large hands as he begins to jam himself even deeper. Your combined fluids fall freely down your thighs, both your ass and his hips completely soaked with slick. 

The sight of your cunt creaming around him pushes him to the brink almost instantly and with stuttering hips and one particularly hard slam of his hips against your ass, he explodes again deep within you. You whimper breathlessly in pleasure, drooling on yourself as you relish at the feeling of his hot semen filling your womb. 

“Nnnghh babe…we’re making such a mess.” You hear him say, keeping your hips in place as he pulls out of you suddenly to watch his spend leak out of you. There’s so much of it, and you feel so full of him—feeling it exit your body profusely, dripping messily onto the, thankfully, marbled floor. 

Still, he’s nowhere near done with you. 

“Time to clean up!” He chuckles lightly and then he’s throwing you over his shoulder, making you yelp in surprise but make no effort to resist. You’re just grateful that it’s finally time to clean up and rest. 

Unfortunately for you, you thought wrong. 

After stripping you both completely naked, Marius bends you over the bathtub and starts fucking you once again, sliding in so easily with the help of his previous loads inside you. The sound of the water running filling up the tub is drowned out by the obscene wet sound of his balls slapping against your pussy. Your tits bounce heavily from the force of his hard fucking, nipples grazing against the cold porcelain, making them even more erect and swollen, overstimulating you to the point of crying in extreme pleasure. 

“Marius…oh my god…so good…please…want…” You look so debauched, with tears streaming down your face as you breathe with your mouth open almost as if the oxygen isn’t getting to your lungs fast enough. 

Your delirious ramblings made him chuckle. He’s completely fucked you dumb that words fail you and yet all you want is more of him inside you. You’ll never have enough of him and him of you. He’s practically sex on legs, his mere presence and voice can make you come untouched. Most days when he makes love to you, it’s gentle and romantic, pampering and spoiling you with pleasure like a Queen. On some particularly unhinged days like today, he’ll fuck you like a whore, unforgiving and rough, until the sun is up and until you’re filled to the absolute brim with his cum and then maybe, he’ll stop. 

The man’s stamina is something that needs to be studied, because what the fuck. 

Marius pulls your body upright, lifting up your right leg and then starts fucking you where you stand, penetrating you even deeper with his cock in that position. He circles his hand around your neck, pulling your body taut against him so he can nibble on your earlobe. “Can you take more, jiejie…hmm?”

His hand moves from your neck to massage your breast, pinching and pulling on your nipple and then doing the same to the other one. You mewl under his touch, every movement pushing you closer to the edge. 

“...please, yes. I can…want…more…”

“Fuck…” He growls against your ear, his movements quickly becoming more aggressive, determined to fuck you until your cunt remembers his shape. He lifts your leg up even higher, thankful for your flexibility because at this angle he gets to penetrate you even deeper, until the tip of his dick touches the opening of your womb. His large hand presses onto the spot just below your stomach, squeezing it slightly, mind going feral at the prospect of filling you up again for the nth time that night. Maybe you’re going insane but you swear your belly feels slightly distended every time he thrusts inside you. 

Feeling the pressure growing in the pit of your stomach, you turn your head slightly and watch him through half lidded eyes; his brows furrowed, eyes focused on his cock going in and out of you, his hair damp with sweat, cheeks red and sweat dripping down his chin from the heat—he looks so fucking sexy, especially when he’s reduced to that because of you. 

He notices you looking at him, and winks at you—but immediately throws his head back when your walls start to clamp tighter around him. His jaw clenches, pecs tightening as he will himself not to come undone just yet but you’re not making it easier for him as you deliberately begin to push your ass towards him, sliding him even deeper inside your tight walls. 

“Shit…you little minx…”

“The bathtub is filling up…” 

“Mmmm…you know what else is filling up?” He grins, rotating his hips to adjust himself in an angle before spearing straight into that sweet spot inside you, reaching a depth that makes your heart stop for a split second. You both moan loudly, coming undone together in explosive orgasms—your voice pitching to a hoarse scream as your cunt squeezes around him, coaxing every drop of cum from his balls. 

You’re so sickeningly full of him that every plunge pushes more and more of his cum out, past your joined flesh until it drips onto the floor. Some of it leaks down the inside of your thigh so he pulls out, scoops it up with the tip of his cock and pushes it back inside you, not letting any more go to waste. “Mmm…let’s keep it all inside yeah? Good girl…” He slumps against you, grinning against your neck. 

It’s difficult to think straight when you’re still in the midst of your orgasm so you nod lightly and rest your head against him, your body weak and trembling. 

Still plugged inside you, he wraps his arms around you from the back and kisses the top of your head before leaning over to turn off the tap, just in time before the water overflows. 

When he finally pulls out of you, you turn around and slide down his body, trailing your nails down his abs as you sink to your knees in front of him before wrapping your fingers around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his skull and you hear him hiss the moment your tongue wraps around his cock. You begin to suck him off sloppily, his hips stuttering as he cums again at record speed, spurting semen inside the hot caverns of your mouth to which you swallow obediently. You moan happily around him, sending vibrations throughout his body, making him moan your name to the ceiling in pleasure. 

You pull him out of your mouth and continue stroking him with your small hand, watching his cock twitch as it shoots more cum onto your face and bare tits, drenching you with his scent. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air, absolutely not helping at calming down your libido.

When he’s done, and you’ve drained every single drop of cum out of him, or so you thought, you lightly tap his cock against your breasts, smearing the fluids all over your skin just to get a reaction out of him. 

“You know babe…it’s almost as if you don’t want me to stop fucking you—” He laughs before scooping you off the floor and then gently places you inside the tub. Your body is welcomed by the warm temperature of the water, rewarding a brief respite that your body desperately needs after the sex marathon it went through. 

Marius slides in behind you, adjusting you to sit in between his legs so you can lean back against him. He runs his fingers through your hair and starts gently massaging your head before moving down to the same to your shoulders. You hum contentedly as you relax under his touch, soft and gentle, a huge contrast from all the manhandling previously. 

He lifts your arm and entwines his fingers with yours, his hand so big compared to yours. He brings your hand towards his lips and kisses your ring before dipping in to kiss the side of your head. “My wife…”

You chuckle softly. “Nuh-uh, not yet…”

He laughs and pokes your cheek playfully. “I just did things to you that are exclusively husband and wife things…”

You turn around and give him a look. “But you’ve been doing those ‘things’ to me even before you put this ring on my finger so—” 

“Okay fine, you don’t have to call me out like that…” He whines and buries his face against the crook of your neck, nuzzling like a cat. “I guess I’ve always considered you my wife…mine and mine only…” His voice is muffled but you hear him clearly. He’s so sweet it makes your heart clench. 

You pull away from him and crane your neck to plant a soft kiss on his pouty lips. Big baby. 

“I’m yours, Marius. And you’re mine. My big giant baby…” You kiss him on the cheek. “Always so needy…’ And then the tip of his nose. “Who just so happens to be very handsome…” Between his brows. “...and extremely sexy...” 

“Just like you.”

“Shhh…this is about you.”

“Mmmm yes please, praise me more.”

You clear your throat. “With an extremely big…giant…”

“...cock.” 

“...heart.”

Your eyes widen with surprise, feeling his stiff cock pressing against your back. His hands start kneading your breasts, causing your body to burn with desire once more almost instantly. 

“Marius…”

“I love you…need you…again…” He breathes against your skin, his touches making you melt against him willingly, ready for pleasure. He lifts your hips up, positions his cock against your hole and then gently sinks you down on him—stretching your cunt so deliciously. 

The warm water sloshes around you, threatening to flow over the bathtub as he begins to bounce you on his cock. You grip onto the sides of the tub to hold yourself steady as he pistons into you from below, the position allowing him to reach deeper inside you and it feels so fucking good.

It’s only an hour later and when your fingers have turned into prunes did you finally finish bathing, for real. 

In the comfort of your bed, you snuggle against the heat of his body, cheek pressed on his chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat. Soon after, with the exhaustion finally creeping in, you are both lulled into a deep slumber, safe and comfy in each other's arms.

When the gentle ray of sunshine hits your eye in the morning, you are stirred awake by Marius’ large hand squeezing onto the fat of your thigh. His eyes are still closed so he’s either still asleep or at least pretending to be. You reach up slowly to flick his eyelashes, too long for his own good as if he even needs them—and then poke his nose playfully. 

“Good morning…” You whisper softly, in a sing-songy tone and then watch as his mouth curls into a smirk. 

“Morning babe…” He responds, his morning voice husky and deep. He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you close, pressing his morning erection against your clothed pussy. You mewl involuntarily, noticing how he’s already pulled his cock out of his briefs because you feel how hot and heavy he is against you. 

This is mornings with Marius. You’re either stirred awake by him eating your pussy or with his erection pressed against you, twitching and begging for attention. You have no complaints though, since you’re as needy as he is—your libidos are never fully satiated. So mornings like these help you to at least get it out of your system so you can go to work without thinking about wanting to get railed in the middle of typing a report. 

Marius moves closer to you and pulls your panties aside then starts rubbing his tip in between your folds, smearing them with precum. You wrap your arms around his neck and push yourself against him, so he can sink his cock inside you, joining your flesh once again. 

The morning sex is always gentle, as he will rock his hips against you, fucking you slowly while he wraps you in a tight embrace. It does however turn into something hot and heavy a few minutes later, with you gripping onto the sheet as you are washed over with back arching, toe curling orgasms, yes plural, because Marius is just too fucking good at using his cock to let you leave the bed with just one. 

It finally ends with him unloading inside you, filling your womb with a copious amount of cum until you leak messily onto the sheets, staining it white. Luckily for you, he’s learned how to do laundry and he promises to be the one to wash it whenever this happens.

On a hilarious note, you can imagine Payton jumping with joy at the thought of not having to wash whatever suspicious stains on Marius’ sheets ever again ever since you both decide to move out of the mansion. Bless the old man. 

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[revasserium]

bodies between us

marius; 1,614 words; nsfw!!!, fem!reader, straight smut, mating press, cumming inside, "jiejie"

summary: marius... fucks.

he has never thought of bodies as expendable things — not in the least because it’s not how he was raised. but mostly because he knows that, for the most part, it’s how people expect him to think, and he’s always taken a vindictive pleasure in being contrary.

but here, like this, with you tucked beneath him, breathless and shaking, your fingers digging crescents into the muscle of his arms, your voice pitched and breaking as he slowly fucks into you — he thinks he can start to understand why people might ruin themselves to chase a high like this.

“f-fuck, jiejie… you’re s-so tight…”

you peer up at him through tear-soaked lashes, your bottom lip caught in your teeth as you whine to the rhythm of his hips, rocking into yours, the slick slap of skin on skin toe-curling in it’s indecency. marius groans, letting himself fall forward onto an elbow, leaning down to mouth at the smooth expanse of your neck, bared before him like an empty canvas. how he longs to paint your skin in bright blooming patches of blue and green and purple, rings like daisy-chains in the shape of his teeth.

“m-marius… please…”

he hisses out a breath at the plea in your voice, feels the coil in his stomach tighten as your cunt flutters around him, your walls clenching down, making his spine curve, his pace stutter. he gasps for a breath that he has long since poured into the warmth of your mouth, his lips searching for yours even as your head tips back in pleasure.

“so — so desperate, hm?” he says, teasing his tongue along the line of your collarbone, trailing down till he can mouth at your hardened nipples, relishing in the way you hiccup when he laves his tongue across one peak, his free hand coming up to tweak at the other, “so… sensitive…”

you grapple weakly at him, hiccupping as you feel him dragging along your walls, grazing the soft spot at the base of your belly, whimpering as he angles himself towards his, rolling his hips into yours to brush up against it again and again and again.

“marius — ah — hah… n-no f-fair —!”

he lets out a soft chuckle at your words, groaning unrestrained as he hoists you up higher over his hips, fucking into you even as you try to squirm away from him, the spit-fire tingles wreaking havoc on your body as his cock rams against your cervix making your vision go fuzzy round the edges. your hair is a haloed mess on his silken pillows and the way you pulse around him makes him want to scream.

“who said — anything — about — fair, hm?”

his teeth sink into the soft of your tits, your skin muffling his loud moan as he swirls the sensitive nipple in his mouth, teasing it till you’re tugging at his hair with desperate fingers, your body overwrought with pleasures and sensations. vaguely, you feel his fingers close around your throat and you’re happy to let your eyes flutter shut.

he thinks he’d never get tired of this, of seeing you splayed out beneath him, the perfect image of wreck and ruin, the remnants of his lust, his love, scattered along your body like sand dollars on an expanse of eggshell beach. he wonders if you’d ever use them as currency — if you’d let him spend it like bus-fare, to map out every single dot of your pleasure, connect them into constellations.

he wants to know the stories you could tell with the pictures he paints across your skin.

“n-ngh! yes!”

your voice strikes through him like lightning, twisting tight the coils of pleasure threatening to burst in his belly as he jerks against you, pulling him out of his thoughts as he reaches out to bend you clear in half, pressing your knees almost to your shoulders as he fucks down into you.

“t-tell me… am i… doing g-good?” he’s breathless with it, panting, no longer trying to hide the whine in his voice as he chases after your high and his.

he wants to hear you say it, knows that it’ll only take so much to push him over the edge.

“mm — fuck — marius — s-so, so good — !” you’re writhing beneath him, “ah — ah… i’m — ‘m gonna cum!”

“f-fuck baby — cum — c-cum on my cock — lemme feel you — f-feel you cum all over me — make me a m-mess jiejie please —”

marius lets himself go, doesn’t try to stop the filth that runs past his lips, gasps as he feels you clench down around him, your cunt milking him till he’s tipping over the edge as well, the both of you moaning as he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning thick and deep as you kiss him back just as hard, sucking his tongue into your mouth.

he licks heat into the space behind your teeth as you both shudder against each other.

you whine as you feel the heat of his cum spill into you, making you hiss as he twitches inside you.

grinning, he reaches down to run a lazy thumb along your swollen clit if only to feel you jerk and try to squirm away. he smirks, holding you still even as you struggle half-heartedly against his movements.

“m-marius — i-i can’t —” there are tears welling up along your bottom lashes and marius tuts at the sight.

“c’mon… just one more — i know you can do it —” he gently rocks his hips into yours, his semi-hard cock still dragging along your fluttering walls as you squeeze your eyes, still raw from you recent orgasm, the heat still so close it’d be so easy to toss you over just one more time.

“n-no… i — ‘s too much…” you try to shake your head but marius hums as he expertly flicks at your clit with his thumb, making your entire body arch up into him.

“such a liar, jiejie… see? you’re almost there… lemme see…”

“h-hngh… marius — marius —”

you tug weakly at his arms even as you feel the rush of heat and wetness, your abused pussy clamping down weakly over his softening cock as you shake through another orgasm. marius groans, leaning back to watch the sticky white of his cum leak out of you around where he’s still plugged into your thoroughly abused hole.

“mm… so pretty…” he grins, bright-eyed and cocky as he slowly pulls himself out of you, biting back another satisfied groan as he watches the way your hole squeeze around nothing.

“that was — that was mean…” you say, wincing slightly as you twist over to one side and reach for the wet wipes on the beside table. marius laughs, grabbing them for you and tugging one out to wipe you down.

“but you liked it, right?”

you blush, shooting him a half-hearted glare, your cheeks red with post-coital heat.

he takes his time cleaning you up before wiping himself off and collapsing into bed beside you.

you snuggle in close, pressing your forehead against his chest as he runs an idle hand through your hair.

“don’t ever leave me, okay?” he whispers, pressing kisses into the line of your hair.

you nod, hooking your ankle over his as you inch in closer.

“i wasn’t planning on it.”

marius wraps his arms around you, humming contentedly as he takes a deep breath.

“good…” and then, after a moment, “cause i don’t think i can stand the thought of anyone else making you scream like that.”

you swat at his chest, “marius!”

he laughs, keeping you held tight to him, “what? it’s true! i — i think i’d go crazy if you ever left me… knowing that someone else was with you like that…” and you can hear the pout in his voice without having to look up to see.

“i — i don’t think i’d want anyone else like… like that…” your words trail off into silence as fire creeps into your cheeks. they’re honest words, you know, but still, saying them out loud like that —

“good!” marius sounds like a pleased schoolboy as he snuggles you in closer, nearly suffocating you against his chest before you forcibly push him away for some breathing space.

and neither of you say much else, but you can feel it like an exhaled breath. you feel it in the softening of limbs like the gentle rise and fall of the tides. marius shifts around you, your bodies slotting against each other like the sea returning to a stretch of long-forgotten shore. and marius thinks, in the seconds before he drifts off into dreams, that there isn’t enough money in the world to spend on a moment like this.

that if his body were indeed and expendable thing, if by some strange twist of fate it became a single-use thing, he’d still choose to use it with you. because he thinks he’d still fall in love with you, and he’d still give his whole life to find himself here, just here, lying beside you, even if it were the last thing he could ever do.

next to him, you twist, turning towards him, already asleep.

and he thanks the gods that his body isn’t an expendable thing, that for the rest of his finite life, he gets to spend each infinite moment with you.

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·̩͙   ݁  ˖  ⠀ dance for me, jiejie ⠀ ♡

marius von hagen x fem!reader

rated e, 15.8k words - crossposted on a03 as well my loves!

synopsis: marius’ possessive tendencies have always glimmered in a seductive aura, leaving you in a searing daze every time. however, you’ve never really encountered him spiraling out of control before, consumed by utter jealousy… until a conceited heir catches you both indulging in public sex and proposes a threesome. your seething and livid fiance ends up binding him to a new task: counting how many times marius makes you cum. 

tags: voyeurism. exhibitionism. dirty talk. dry humping. lap dance. strip tease. vaginal fingering. blow job. deepthroating. pussy eating. cock riding. marking. spooning. ass & pussy spanking. temperature play. ice play. breeding kink. praise. degradation. marathon sex. hot tub sex. balcony sex. chair sex. public sex. possessive sex. loud sex. rough sex. vaginal sex. possessive behavior. jealousy. porn with plot. sexual tension. shameless smut. marius orders the other guy to wear a cock ring. possessive, jealous marius fucking you round after round until you’re a cum filled mess.

only the moon witnessed marius’ bold, amorous advances of passion. he clings to you at a close proximity, his amethyst eyes lidding with lust. here on this uppermost deck, away from their prying gazes, other patrons are oblivious to the concealed ways he envelops you in his scorching love— vibrant blue flames searing heat onto your soft skin— and as always, you bask in this endless summer alongside him, content with being burned and electrified under waves of debauched ecstasy.

his hot, fervent kisses reveal his impatience and desperation to fill your cunt over and over in the open— his greedy lips which devour your own like saccharine drops of honey, capturing every shaky breath of yours until he finally gasps out for air— reduced to nothing but a drunken, needy mess solely for you. his pursuit resumes when his tongue trails down to leave wet sensations, nipping along your bared neck to litter splotches which flush almost instantly. 

“ah, marius… feels so good...” you whimper to him while he marks your flesh. tilting your head backwards, you offer him further access to the delicate expanse of your neck. desiring to be painted, embellished with love bites professing his ardor lust. 

you didn’t care if the entire world notices the florid marks he scatters across your skin, free for their leisurely viewing. wearing marius’ hickeys is like soaking in a pool of rich, priceless wine, as if you’d won the grandest collection of champion rings.

“yes…” his teeth glide over to the other side now, covering the area with such roseate patches. despite the sensitive stings, his teasing bites elicit satisfied sighs from your lips, tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure as you’re pleading with marius. “more… just like that, babe…” you weave your fingers through his midnight blue hair and gift gentle tugs to his scalp, signaling your utmost satisfaction.

this entices him to lick along your blooming splodges, intending to leave you breathless. “jiejie…” once he starts sucking more vigorously, you’re coaxed enough to unrelentingly pull his smooth and silky ends. he grunts out, aroused by your rough treatment.

“mmm... you can do better than that...” he gravitates to his masochistic inclinations as usual, teases you at your futile attempts. “come on, harder this time...”

his seductive groans draw out a fierce, titillating need in your pussy, an irrepressible thirst to be impaled by his cock. just thinking about his dick has your cunt throbbing— to have him buried within your deepest depths, brushing against your sweetest spot. his hips deliciously melding into yours, coating your gummy walls a milky white until your thoughts are consumed by him alone. 

“shit…” you can’t help but clench both of your thighs together, falling deeper into the horny abyss you’ve dragged yourself into.

oh— this is all too tempting— especially when he’s still looming over you like this, his towering height which enhances his devilish charm. he’s alluringly seductive with the way his swim trunks hang dangerously low and fucking hell, he knows this. his slim, slutty waist accentuating his sculpted body all too well, following his delectable abs which are damp with sweat from the tropical humidity. 

“like what you see? my body and dick’s all yours…” yes— you’re convinced that no other man’s existence can surpass his, ever. and fuck, it’s all marius’ fault for entrancing you with his sexy looks.

“turning me on like this, huh?” you accuse him of igniting your blazing, spiraling desire, “because you know i love all your dirty talk...”

he smirks when the beating pulse of your neck quickens, as if he senses your last remnants of rationality waning. no one would suspect the marius von hagen, current ceo of pax indulging in such risqué, obscene sex with his fiancee on the vast, open expanse of this cruise ship... right? 

besides, you’re on the literal verge of losing your sanity. he just has to entice you a little further with a final, stifling blow. 

suddenly, his sultry murmur shifts into your ear, so alluringly low and husky. “you know… you’d look so pretty dripping with my cum, here and now. leaking everywhere you look…” he seduces you with pure filth, shamelessly rock hard at his indecent thoughts of fucking you senseless in public. his thick cock is practically straining his swim trunks at this point. “on your tits, in your mouth, on your back and ass… in your pussy…” 

“fuck…” he’s not playing fair at all! mentioning his cum like this— coating your entire body all over. you’re trying to maintain your last, remaining amounts of decency with all your might. but alas, his tantalizing words echo more and more, shattering the entirety of your resolve. 

because in the end, your greatest weakness of all is marius von hagen himself and you’ll always succumb to his temptation, no matter the circumstances. 

there’s no point denying how attached you are to his delectable body anyways. tonight, you’d be his little cumslut as always, ready to mewl out his name in desperation for the whole world to hear; unleashing your inner nympho as your high libido matches your fiance’s, with you both turning into such sex-driven, panting messes on the daily. his dick’s just far too mind-blowing for your lasciviously, lustful brain to resist. 

you need marius now, just as he craves you. and you absolutely cannot handle his teasing any longer— so, it’s time for you to assert dominance and wipe that damn smirk off his handsome face— even if it’s just for a moment. exuding waves of confidence while setting him off course, reversing this thrilling game in your favor. 

“stuff me with your cock then, babe.” mustering all of your collected strength, your smaller palms shove against his broad chest with such relentless force. even you’re shocked when he’s staggering, swaying from side to side. well, just a little bit. he deserved it, after all. 

you watch him stumble over his cloddish feet, finally tumbling down into the awaiting hot tub below as he’s groaning in the aftermath of his actions. 

marius knew he’d eventually seduce you to the point of no return, but he didn’t take into consideration nor acknowledge the possibility of you undermining him by making the first move. serves him right for being so damn cocky.

“ah–” he seems astounded when you saunter into the aquamarine abyss with a smirk, warm bubbles which froth around all over until you’re hovering above him. how cute, he’s totally flustered and you can’t help but bask at the pleasant sight. feeling oh so greedy now, you want to elicit more reactions out of him. his amethyst eyes dilate as he observes your manicured hand reaching over to slowly slither down his throat, inching closer to his embellished necklaces. “you…”

his lavish chains feel cool like cascading waterfalls, adorned with a silver pendant and his infamous z emblem— you wonder how durable they are, if they’ll remain intact under prolonged force— if those chains could be utilized as the prettiest leashes ever, aiding in his submission to you.

yet, you notice he’s fully immersed in a daydream of sorts while his tongue’s swiping against his lips. his ears bloom in a cerise flush, radiating down to his rosy cheeks as well. oh? he’s clearly being distracted from his surroundings and you have an inkling that you’re the main cause of his dirty fantasies. such a horny bastard of a man you have indeed. you tut out to him while your fingers hook onto his necklaces, so utterly perfect in your grasp. 

with all your might, you’re gripping his chains in your direction, yanking them abruptly forward to regain his attention. he hisses in response, groaning out into the nocturnal night. “now that was a fucking good pull…” he states, recovering momentum with a smug curve of his lips. “rough and hard, just how i like it…” 

“eyes up here, yeah? you were staring at my hand for a while.” you command, quirking an eyebrow his way. you’re eager to interrogate him, intending to figure out what exactly he was daydreaming about. so, you’re insistently tossing notions left and right, feeling your cunt clench tightly with every word you’re uttering out to him. 

“did you imagine me on my knees? tits and ass on display, giving you a blowjob? of fucking your load down my throat?” 

marius peers up at you, the voids of his mouth salivating as he loves every taunting inquiry of yours. fuck— he believes you’re so damn hot when you’re countering him with your own dirty talk. he leans forward and presses you on to continue.

“or was my hand reaching to grab your cock? watching me slide your dick back into my pussy, with every thrust pushing us over the edge for hours?”

“oh? you’re such a naughty girl, jiejie… who’s to say that those aren’t our dirty fantasies, hm?” his soft chuckle emits a playful tone, vastly contrasting to the way he tilts his head as a mastermind would. he’s covertly calculating when his next, daring move should commence, of reclaiming his dominance over you. while he did love reveling in your blazing power, it’s time for him to regain control. “besides… as a von hagen, i’ve been taught to take initiative and lead circumstances i see fit.”

he pauses, slowly stalling to pique your interest further. and shit, it’s working. marius has you on the edge of your toes now, anticipating his remaining words. “so babe… i’ll fuck you round after round until your cunt memorizes the shape of my cock.”

you sense a shift in the nocturnal air, widening your eyes in realization that he’s really trying to defy you and sway the tides back in his favor. 

the moment finally dawns on you further when he suddenly seizes your wrist with his larger hand before tugging you closer in his direction. with a yelp, you’re toppling down into the aquamarine abyss with a loud splash. luckily though, you crash against him, planted right directly on his muscular thighs. “marius…” your cheeks blossom wildly like vermillion fireworks in the twilight sky, blooming over in a rose blush.  

both of you knew— your fiance has you right where you belong— between his legs. 

he just adores these sultry moments when his beloved queen settles on his lap— gorgeously resting on your throne of desire while ivory light glistens and glows against your body, causing an epiphany to form in his mind that you rival luminosities of vast stars from above— surpassing their radiances tenfold. 

“fuck, princess…” he’s captivated by the sensation of your plush thighs straddling him underwater, feeling so utterly aroused and his thick cock begins to leak with precum. just like now, you hypnotize him immensely with your beauty every time, both inside and out, resulting in his dick going delirious for so much more. more of you, more of your creamy little cunt, more of your absolute everything. 

“you’re driving me insane.” his heated gaze stares at your sexy, sensuous curves being accentuated by your sumptuous swimsuit, moving further upwards to fixate on your breasts. he watches the swells of your tits heave up and down, truly mesmerized by how the violet top of your bikini beautifully cups them. he swears you’re a goddess in disguise who’s far too ethereal, the embodiment of oozing sex appeal. 

“being pressed against my cock like this...” and he’d cum on the spot as a gift, just for you— especially when you’re feigning innocence to his obvious staring by slowly shifting against the outline of his erection. he’s delectably hard and pulsing under your clothed cunt, just as you recall from this morning. “what do you mean, babe? i’m merely trying to get comfortable…” you murmur to him seductively before sitting down further onto the spot you’re occupying on his lap. 

oh fuck— the sensation of his dick, despite the thin, obstructing layer of polyester, sliding between your folds was truly dizzying. desperation fills your lungs completely as you’re soon overflowing with wanton need, wanting more delicious friction than before. so, you’re coaxed enough to alleviate the searing desire lingering within you. “but then again, grinding on you sounds so much better…” 

an airy moan escapes from your lips when you’re finally rocking your clothed pussy against his hard-on. your hips tantalizingly roll along the silky skin of his stomach, brushing against his abs over and over. “i love this… love you, love your cock…” you’re only vaguely aware of your body moving at this point, as if your control is waning tremendously— of your slick smearing, seeping through the soaked fabric felt along marius’ erection. 

“shit, jiejie…” seems like your arousal is practically drenching your ruined swimsuit bottoms. more like allowing your fiance’s sanity to slip further away.

goosebumps erupt down marius’ back as his breath hitches— his mind set ablaze when he feels your cunt teetering above him, of your erratic pace in numerous attempts to relieve the heat coiling in your belly. every receding glide of yours, only to feel you continuously shifting forward again has him moaning. “you’re so cute, being needy like this…” you squirm further into his lap in response.

his wandering hands traverse lower and lower until they reach your soft ass and he firmly squeezes, kneading your flesh with vigorous intent. “i wonder what will make you cum in my lap first…” he guides you along his cock, trying to aid you with stabilizing your quivering thighs. but alas, the smoldering, coquettish touch of his larger hands has you feeling weak. “if i thrust against you here…” 

he lifts his hips upwards, angling with precision to finally brush along your clothed pussy. within seconds, you’re gasping out as he sets a relentless rhythm, bucking effortlessly to join you in this state of ecstasy. “a-ah… mmm yes!” you entwine your lips together in an amorous kiss, moaning into the warm depths of his mouth while you both continue to grind against one another. 

you’re both trapped in an inescapable, intoxicating daze which enthralls your senses, lingering as a provocative spell you’re all too familiar with. coils of intense pleasure leaving you so immensely hooked, addicted for more.

“right there, marius…” you’re matching his enticing rhythm now, dragging your drenched pussy along his erection harder and harder than before. you feel your essence overflowing like mile long rivers, clenching at the overwhelming sensation. “or maybe with my tip?” his clothed cock grazes back and forth, nudging repeatedly against your clit. you practically pull away from another searing kiss to squeal out loudly. 

“fuck yes! hump me with your tip...” every tantalizing roll of his hips sends rushes of spiraling lust down your spine, as you’re now chasing the delicious friction for release. his tip’s just too pleasurable beyond words, applying enough pressure to your bundle of nerves. “i’m close… please…” you’re beckoning him to coax your first orgasm of the night out of your soaking cunt, wanting to desperately cum already. 

almost there— your eyelashes flutter, relishing in the way marius is rutting into you like this until his lips curl— his hips draw to a halt as he lifts your smaller frame off his lap. you blink in disbelief when he delicately sets you down to recover in a brief respite, situated right above the hot tub wall. 

marius fucking von hagen… you’re so close to kicking him in his balls for denying you like that. 

“why didn’t you let me cum?” you whine with an irksome tone in your voice while narrowing your eyebrows. but not for long— you’re breathless as he kneels into the aquamarine abyss again, crawling seductively closer towards you. he slots his body between your plush thighs in order for you to leisurely fall backward on your wrists— as if you’re his one and only goddess and his sole, devoted mission is to service you. 

“hmm… i wonder.” he pauses for a second, about to unveil the next phase of his plan before a sharp ping from his phone emits into the air. 

what? how strange… he usually leers in annoyance whenever someone disrupts his sensual moments with you. yet, he leans over to grab his device without an ounce of wrath forming on his countenance. it’s as if a tranquil calm before a raging storm was brewing. 

he responds with a swift text to the other individual on the line, soon disregarding his phone with a light toss afterwards.

“sorry for the delay– that was vincent alerting me of pax affairs.” you don’t dwell on the matter any longer, not when he lays his cozy cheek on one of your silky, luminesced thighs. your heart pounds faster when his amethyst irises peer up at you salaciously, embedded with waves of mischief. he ensures you’re watching him as his lustful gaze slowly travels to your clothed cunt, appearing at such a close proximity before him. 

too close in fact— he’s licking his lips with a smirk, trailing a hand along the vast expanse of your inner thigh. his fingers touch dangerously upwards until he feels the soaked fabric of your swimsuit bottoms. “as i thought… your pretty little pussy’s drenched.” he plays with the hem nestled along your hips and teasingly pulls, causing the band to snap against the soft skin of your belly. he moves to coquettishly pull at the other corner, observing how you shiver in response to the lingering stings. 

you feel a knot forming in your throat and whimper out to him. “of course… you made me wet, especially with your tip...” 

“yes, so wet for me… it makes me want to fill up this hot tub with our cum.” marius slips his hand past the fabric and adeptly sinks his fingers into your awaiting pussy, watching as your mouth widens with a loud, wanton moan— digging your manicured nails into the hot tub sides with such an iron grip— oh, how he adores you, absolutely enamored with his muse, infatuated by your very existence in this world. 

especially when you’re a heaving, babbling mess— such a whiny cumslut in heat, solely for him alone. 

“is it that good, princess? your toes are practically curling...” he coos out, pumping his fingers inside you with such intricate curls. he angles his dexterous digits upwards, knowing which sweet spots will have your cunt convulsing. and oh, he acknowledges how much you’re basking in utter ecstasy when he feels you clenching— oh so tightly around his fingers. “so good! so… full of you…” you tilt back with your head lolling, far too fixated on the pleasure your fiance is gifting you. 

he groans when hearing your desperate whines as they amplify his arousal tenfold. and shit, his erection throbs between his thighs while he’s hopelessly chasing for any sort of friction by rutting against a water jet of the hot tub. “fuck… your pussy fits so perfectly around my fingers… made just for me.” 

he grinds his thick cock against the potent water pressures with loud, needy moans, simultaneously fingering your cunt with his every thrust. 

“a-ah… mmm… so thick inside me…” you’re writhing back and forth with trembling legs, relishing in the way his digits disappear to plunge inside. he deliciously caresses your warm, velvety walls in a continuous flow, halting his pumping to slam his fingers back in harder. it’s as if his cock was fucking your cunt right now. “so big…” he strokes along your folds which are so slick and sticky, trailing up to leisurely thumb at your puffy, flushed clit. 

“nghh, babe!” your back arches as marius suddenly smacks your pearly little nub, overwrought with waves of pleasure as you’re shivering all over. you can’t help that your body jerked due to your shock, especially when he stunned you like this. he tuts out to you in a teasing manner and smirks, feeling contempt with his payback from earlier. “wrong! my cock’s ten times thicker than my mere fingers...” he chuckles lowly, leaning over to leave a lingering kiss on the side of your inner thigh.

“and you’ll be squirming on my dick far greater than this…” his fingers are now glazed with your essence, covered and dripping like saccharine ice cream on a warm summer day. he utilizes this grand opportunity in his favor, pushing his digits back in deeper with newfound fervor. he scissors your insides past your limits, stretching the walls of your tiny cunt further apart. he’s spreading your pussy more and more, pumping inwards and outwards again and again until he feels you clenching tightly around him, making your vision go hazy. “fuck! too fast…” 

“you’re doing so well… cum for me, my queen.” his praise is enough to elicit a trembling orgasm deep within your creamy cunt as you’re yelping, “marius! shit, marius…” hearing you whine out his name has him finally spilling cum into his trunks when he ruts into the water jet with all his might. you both just evoke such amorous lust out of one another, as if bubbling sips of champagne could never surpass your shared peaks of drunken pleasure. 

you soon coat the entirety of his hand with your delectable essence, watching as your arousal slowly drips, trickling down his veiny wrist.  

he pulls his fingers out of your weeping pussy to taste your cum, maintaining steady eye contact as he swirls his scorching tongue around to capture the remnants of your essence. you swear he’s so brazen-faced, but yet again, in an endearing type of way. your cheeks redden like glistening rubies when he finally swipes his thumb across his lips, sending a flirtatious wink in your direction.

“mmm… you taste delicious as i remember. and that was directly from this morning, jiejie.” you’re about to swat at his chest until you notice his irises darken, embedded with genuine wrath as he glares off into the distance. 

“hah– how long do you intend on jerking off in secret, huh? normally i’m the only one who gets to jack off to my girl.”

fuck— you realize someone actually tried intruding, trespassing on your acts of debauched sex with marius— having intentions to eavesdrop on you both the closer they approached. in terms of decent circumstances, you should feel absolutely repulsed by this matter. yet… what transpires is the complete opposite… why does being watched by some other guy when you’re being manhandled by marius turn you on? 

who’s this mysterious man anyway? does he possess a reputable status of sorts, perhaps being another scion himself? and how does he have the guts and literal balls to go against the marius von hagen?

you’re ripped away from your thoughts when you hear a treading sound of steps ambling closer, nearing the hot tub until the man enters your peripheral vision. he’s a few inches shorter than marius in height, sporting blonde hair and a conceited glimmer in his eyes. 

now that you’ve scrutinized him properly, isn’t he the heir to the family who owns these global cruise lines, known for their luxury services? you only recall this intel due to viewing his family’s corporation being showcased on news broadcasts just this week. what were the odds that you’d actually encounter him in person. 

he apparently was soaking in the golden hour sunset from afar on this uppermost deck before he dozed off. he eventually awoke to you and marius commencing your secret lovegame, instantly becoming aroused at the scandalously, lustful sights before him. he tried to approach closer without being spotted, but it seemed marius was aware of his presence all along. 

“geez– calm your tits, von hagen. can you blame me for admiring this beaut?” this man’s so shameless with his pursuit of hitting on you. he’s leering at your curves in a lascivious manner when your fiance is right there. yet he continues paying no heed to him at all, asking such a bold inquiry which has marius seething. “hey gorgeous, interested in a threesome?” 

damn— he’s too bold. what an audacious risk he’s taking indeed— playing with scorching flames which lick along his skin. 

you’re widening your eyes in a flabbergasted state of shock, immediately declining his offer with urgency. “no… i’m happily engaged to marius.” you remark to him, shaking your head to prove your disapproval. while having an audience as your fiance fucks you does seem arousing, the one and only man who’s allowed to touch you sensually in your heart is your beloved marius. 

but it appears this scion is oblivious to your answer. he’s just too persistent for his own good. “what’s so great about von hagen? if you give me a chance…” he even has the audacity to lean forward, intending to caress your cheek. oh, wrong move... the incident transpires in such a flash, yet the other heir doesn’t even reach you when an absolutely livid marius is obstructing his path. he seizes his wrists ruthlessly, pinning his hands from behind and twisting with such menacing force. 

grunts fall from the man’s lips while he’s scuffling to flee from his grasp. yet alas, your fiance’s taut biceps flex to display his authoritative strength, holding him in place. contorting in agony, he blaringly yells at the top of his lungs. 

“what the fuck, man?!”

“try putting your filthy hands on my fiancee… i dare you….”

marius retorts back to him lowly with a growl in his tone. oh fuck— there it is, his domineering voice that he utilizes when conversing at pax. viewing him all riled up because of you, his fiancee, has your pussy searing with immense desire again. can you blame yourself though? he’s literally so sexy when he’s irking in anger. 

suddenly, the signature, soothing sound of vincent’s throat clearing snaps both men from their quarrel. seems like marius was telling the truth about those texts after all. or rather, he was referring to his affairs instead of pax’s. so, you realize vincent’s current visit must be related to their conversation from earlier. 

“hey, you over there! tell him to–” the other heir’s attempt at requesting help falters immediately when vincent interrupts him and it’s quite hilarious in your opinion.

“master marius, the preparations you requested are ready.”

“perfect– bring it here.” he practically shoves the other man’s wrists away, resulting with his body tumbling towards the floor with a thud. not like anyone cared, anyway. vincent ambles over and discreetly gives the item to marius, who smugly gazes in approval. he pats him lightly on his back, signaling he’s able to retreat for the night. 

“i appreciate your support as always, vincent.” 

“of course, master marius.” he bows politely. 

vincent turns on his heels to swiftly exit, meeting your glance as he curtly nods at you. he’s soon darting his eyes elsewhere again… with flushed cheeks? isn’t he the vincent kim who radiates composure in his wake? you’re perplexed by the peculiar sight indeed. what is marius’ scheme this time?

your fiance tosses the mysterious object as it slides across the deck floor, landing near the other heir’s vicinity. you notice from afar that it’s circular and vibrant in color. upon closer inspection, numerous pairs of eyes widen in realization…

a cock ring. what the actual fuck— is marius insane?! 

“pax is the top investor of your family’s cruise lines. if they were to know you insulted me… well… i believe you know the consequences. so, i have a proposal to prevent that from occurring.” a shit-eating grin adorns his lips as an overbearing aura forms around him, enhancing his tall, looming stature tenfold. “you’re going to wear this cock ring and count how many times i make my fiancee cum.”

oh shit— his attention shifts to you for a moment as your cunt clenches, missing his long fingers already. you’re so elated knowing you’re about to bask in  marathon sex with him. you feel like drooling just thinking about it. “marius… mmm…”

realizing the dire severity of marius’ words, the once complacent shimmer in the other man’s eyes dims, growing faint while he slowly gulps. it’s his signal of conforming to his defeat and abiding to the rules of this game. after all, there’s no other options in terms of escaping— he’s fucking screwed. “…fine.” he sighs, exhaling while he retrieves the cock ring with furrowed eyebrows.

“well? pull down your pants and put it on.” marius sneers back at him in utter amusement, raising his head to jut out his toned chin. it’s as if he’s a king who’s reigning victorious under his own terrain. “shit, i know! stop rushing me…” with gritted teeth, the other heir obeys his order despite the lingering reluctance which flows through his veins. 

you watch as he’s removing his swim trunks to reveal his leaking cock, glancing downwards to observe the raging flush of his tip. 

his dick’s surely going to swell further as time passes. he coats his fingers with his cum to smear along the edges of the band, utilizing his arousal as lubricant. once he concludes this process, he stretches the cock ring over his length with a hiss. “hah…” his digits slide the vibrant silicone down another inch, creating slight friction until it’s finally nestled against his flesh. 

“listen carefully…” marius squats down in a hovering position, invading his personal space while fisting his unbuttoned lapel shirt. the lavish fabric immediately creases under his daunting touch. “you have one more opportunity to jack off, so i highly suggest you use it wisely— or rather, do it when you see my girl’s eyes rolling back from the pleasure of my cock. your choice though…” he’s jeering the first half of the terms to him in a mocking manner while tightening his iron grip.  

“and miscounting terminates the deal, by the way. so… really concentrate on the sex and try not to lose your sanity.” marius pauses, sarcastically snickering as he continues taunting the other heir. his ominous gaze amplifies in intensity until he’s tilting his head to the side. “but then again… i’ll enjoy watching you break.” another shit-eating grin forms on his countenance and fuck— he’s literally seducing you with his bad boy persona.

you’re close, so close to just ripping off his trunks and sinking down on your knees to devour his cock right then and there. but patience is key. your curiosity of finding out what other schemes he has planned only piques your interest tenfold. 

“is that understood?”

“yes… you bast– sir…” 

he’s scoffing at his blundering slip up, releasing the assertive grip that he’s holding on his expensive shirt. nothing else matters now— solely his beautiful muse. and oh, how he desperately craves your honey laced lips at this exact moment. marius stands up on his feet again before rushing over to you with swift, hastened strides, enveloping you in his warm embrace. 

“marius…” he lifts your delicate chin in his grasp as he practically plunges his searing tongue into your mouth, swirling his own against yours in a salacious dance. this feels so damn right, erotically kissing him like this when an audience is currently present. “fuck— i’ll never stop going feral over you, princess…” you’re soon wrapping both of your smaller arms around his neck to brush your noses together, far too immersed at the vast, soaring intensity of his utter passion— so tantalizing, so downright sinful, so possessive.

his teeth graze along your lips until he pulls away, pressing you against his broad chest as he caresses your waist. he traces such intricate, soothing circles along your soft skin and you swear you’re melting on the spot. deep down, you’re secretly hoping more of his possessive side is unveiled. and meanwhile, he ponders to himself for a moment before he’s smirking, calling out such a bold inquiry. 

“you didn’t get a good view of her grinding on me, right?” he smugly asks, clearly obvious payback from earlier. he receives a rough grunt in response and darts his amethyst irises back onto you. there’s no point in him denying how much he wants you to strip tease; to seduce him with your alluring body, dry humping together in front of other men, so…

“dance for me, jiejie…” he murmurs deeply into your ear, “give your fiance a lap dance he’ll never forget, ever…”

shit— marius always renders you speechless, huh? and leaves your cunt gushing with more waves of arousal, apparently. 

his warm breath lingers until he slips away to amble towards a lounge chair, settling down comfortably on the seat. he splays out his muscular thighs, teasing you with his clothed erection as he awaits your next move. “and you… crawl over here.” he commands the other scion in his authoritative tone again.  

“more like fuck you…” he mumbles curses under his breath at marius’ request, huffing out in displeasure. with his dignity waning away, he finally moves on all fours across the deck floor. his weeping cock is stiff between his thighs while he crawls, especially when the silicone band is tightly wrapped around him. he slowly approaches marius after some lapses pass by and halts his body when he’s a few feet away from him. 

“how touching… you can be a tamed mutt after all, huh?” 

“oh piss off, von hagen! we both know i don’t have a choice!”

seems like the guys are distracted with their retorting remarks— perfect. now you’re the one with a smug look on your countenance, plotting a scheme of your own. at first, you’re covertly treading along the deck until both men are turning to quirk their eyebrows in utter curiosity. just what exactly are you planning? you rummage through your makeup bag until you locate your favorite lipstick, applying a fresh coat against your plump lips. afterwards, you blow a coquettish kiss in marius’ direction. 

“i’m coming, babe.” you tease out, exuding confidence with such a seductive saunter of your gorgeous hips. you’re enticingly moving side to side with every step, ensuring their gazes are focused on your curves. “so be a good boy and just sit back…” you’re hitting your fiance with such saccharine laced killshots which repeatedly aim at his heart and dick— with every word, every glance, every whine of your curves, and every tempting purr you gift him. “because i love it when you’re watching me…”

you approach marius, swaying along to the tempo of the reverberating music which echoes across the cruise ship. your fingers traverse down the valley of your breasts, hands cupping your soft tits together as you knead them. and fuck, you feel immensely sexy while doing so. not delaying any further, you slip off your violet bikini top before tossing the piece of fabric to who knows where, causing your tits to spill out. 

“fuck— so hot…” both men simultaneously groan when the swells of your soft breasts are finally exposed to their ravenous eyes, noticing how your nipples are puffy and erect. how they desperately wish to latch their tongues on your tits. 

tracing further down the expanse of your stomach now, you whine your beautiful hips again, bending your torso to deliberately brush your ass against his abs. your provocative teasing has your fiance beckoning for more with a curl of his lips. he’s also patting his muscular thighs, a silent signal for you to be flushed against him.

“shit– bring that ass my way…” you gaze back at marius with an alluring smirk as you’re slotting your body between his legs. leaning backwards, you slowly and tantalizingly hover above until you’re plopping down, straddling his lap from behind— as if you’re about to do reverse cowgirl on his cock. “and grind on me like you mean it…” pressing your clothed cunt against his erection, you rock back and forth while reaching for his chains to pull him into a searing kiss. 

you hear heavy panting closeby which serves as a reminder that you’re both not alone and it fuels the lingering desire coursing in your veins. “my queen…” he’s grinding his hips deliciously while his dick grazes your entrance, letting out moans. and for a second time, he purposely jams his bulge against your clit, feeling your cunt throb. “you look so fucking pretty on my lap… with other men watching…” 

“oh my god… mmm… when you–” it’s as if you both are reigning over the coastal night together on this uppermost deck, especially when he’s mentioning you as his queen like this. and oh, how your beloved king dotes on you with his erection ramming into you just right. “mar–” your eyelashes flutter as you’re being pulled into another wave of carnal ecstasy, gushing with your arousal. 

well damn— now you absolutely need to show them how soaked you are this instant. so, you lean on marius’ shoulders to push yourself off his lap before you’re twirling around to bend your plump ass. your hands play with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms, trailing down your thighs until you’re shimmying out of the wet fabric, exposing your glistening cunt. marius’ breath hitches at the erotic sight, while his amethyst eyes are completely fixated on your drenched hole.

“like what you see, babe?” you tease him, countering back with the same line he stated to you earlier. fuck yes— your cunt enraptures him every single time, eliciting his voracious appetite for your creamy slick. and at this exact moment, he merely wants to flaunt your radiating beauty in front of others— showcasing the absolute honor he feels of having you as his sexy fiancee. 

“when my pretty princess is naked before me? hell yes…” marius suddenly pulls your waist closer and watches as your smaller frame tumbles down, with your torso being splayed out along his lap— and your ass in the air, aligning in the direction where the other scion is currently situated at. “marius? what are you doing…? oh–” he’s soon leaning over your back to spread your glistening folds with his long fingers, presenting your weeping cunt at an improved angle than before. 

seems like the other heir is portraying his role as a mutt all too well. he’s drooling from the sight of your pussy alone, lolling his head to the side as the cock ring on his dick tightens. “shit…” with all of his might, he’s practically forcing himself to jack off later. 

poor thing— if only he knew how difficult that’ll be when marius’ scheme progresses further into the night. your fiance eventually brings his awareness back by conversing to him about your pussy— or rather, he’s just being sly while taunting him again. your mouth starts salivating wildly at the pure filth which leaves their lips. 

“oh, such a creamy little cunt we have over here…”

“m-mmm… so… w-wet… bet it t-tastes… sweet…”

“focus… how many times did she cum so far?” 

“…o-one…? h-hah, wait!…” 

“…it’s t-two…”

“are you sure? or are you bluffing?”

“t-two times!… f-fuck… it’s two…”

“that’s right… my fiancee came two times…” 

“my favorite pussy in this entire world… only for me…” 

marius fucking von hagen— he’s pressing his pecs against your back, uttering out the last words in a husky tone near your ear on purpose! as if you’re not already a horny mess— so he truly wants you to act like a slut, huh? so be it. your resolve of upholding patience withers away as you’re rushing to slot your body between his thighs again. “good girl… i was waiting for you to give into your urges of sucking my cock…”

his salacious gaze observes you sinking down on your knees to meet the deck floor, peering up at him with lidded eyes. “did you really believe i didn’t notice you thirsting over me earlier?” his overflowing lust spirals all over, soaring further when he notices droplets of your saccharine cum pooling onto the ground. how he desperately longs to settle between your plush thighs already, melding his milky semen together with your essence.

“more like this is all your fault— being such a bad boy and teasing me… how will you take responsibility?” you inch your countenance closer to his navel while grazing your nose against his soft flesh. with the last remnants of gloss on your plump lips, your mouth traverses along the expanse of his skin to pepper lingering lipstick stains in your wake. “fuck— so this is what you were planning…?” he hisses out when you’re trailing those scorching kisses towards his crotch, hooking the strings of his swim trunks between your fingers to seductively pull them. 

“how cute… my little nympho…” you’re slyly grinning now while your hand brushes against his erection, reaching over to free him from his confines and tug down his swimwear. his thick cock immediately slaps back against his delectable abs, so hard and heavy with awaiting loads ready to be spilled inside your soaked cunt. leaking with drops of precum, his tip’s adorned in a flushed, raging cerise. 

and you’re diving right in, grazing your lips along his swollen head to smear his milky arousal with your gloss. you lick against his pulsing slit to relish in his taste with dilated eyes, absolutely ravenous for more. after all, going delirious for his dick is your speciality. you’d always savor his semen as a delicacy any time of day, whether the hours linger past twilight or dawn. you sink your mouth down tightly around him now and he jerks forward in response, groaning out in pleasure with his husky voice. 

“jiejie… shit– your mouth feels so good…” he’s been waiting for you to devour his cock the moment you shoved him into the hot tub, so his voracious lust simply cannot be quelled so easily. he needs more stimulation, more friction, more of you arousing his senses. yet, with his biceps flexing, he wills himself to act like a gentleman and revel in the erotic sensations of your light kitten licks, just for your sake. he knows how daunting it can feel while you’re adjusting to his massive size. 

your searing tongue tries swirling along his ridges and leaking tip, eagerly persistent on pleasing your sexy fiance. gripping his cock with your smaller hand, you’re simultaneously pumping his length to appease the spit-firing coils of desire which are embedded deep within his dick.

but alas, he’s growing desperate, his patience waning with how your mouth envelops him with your warmth. “but i know you can take more. open wide, baby…” he merely wants to glide his cock down your throat as if it were your pussy, fucking deeper and deeper until his hips are flushed against your tear stained cheeks. 

so, he cradles your head with his larger hands before pistoning forward. your yelps are muffled by his cock as you hollow your cheeks, adjusting to his girth while lapses pass by. “mgnhhh…” you can’t stop gagging every now and then while your drool slowly trickles down your chin, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. you’re just too immersed with every tantalizing drag of his dick at this point, until you hear a choked remark from afar. “f-fuck– suck von hagen’s cock…” the other heir continues his endless babbles as marius snaps his hips back and forth, “and n-ngh… swallow his c-cum…” 

your sanity is actually nonexistent now because what the actual fuck? you’re absolutely going feral— having another man observe from afar while marius is deep throating you like this has your cunt clenching tenfold. “shit– i love fucking all your holes… every day…” your whines reverberate around his cock, stimulating the entirety of his senses. and when you’re bobbing your head over and over— mouth stuffed to the brim with his thick dick to meet his harsh thrusts, he’s heaving in and out.

“fuck… fuck! don’t waste a single drop…” he’s moaning until his hips are halting with a swift pause. his cum finally trickles down your throat as you’re swallowing his ropes of arousal with amorous perseverance. “take it all, just like that…” marius soon pulls out of your mouth to pump his still leaking cock, aiming to coat spurts of his hot cum on your face and tits. you lean closer in utter anticipation, feeling content when the creamy liquid shoots onto your silky skin. 

however, now that you’ve gotten a taste of his dick, your libido is spiraling, ascending into a frenzy. your cunt is aching for the moment he’s sheathing himself into you. but shit, he’s persistent on edging you… perhaps you just need to coax him a bit further. 

with hastened movements, you’re crawling up to straddle his lap, pressing against his raw cock. no barriers restricting you both, just the sensation of carnal desire between devoted lovers. now this… this is a friction worth chasing. you’re smearing your slick on his cock, gliding your cunt at a set, even pace. yet this time, he merely observes you with a smug curve of his lips. 

marius wants you frantically begging him to enter your pretty little pussy; hearing your prolonged whines emit into the nocturnal night until you’re grappling at him, consumed whole by the lewd, desperate need to have his thick cock buried inside your walls. so no heated kisses, no searing touches, nothing at all… until you finally break. 

the other heir gulps at your alluring voice, sucking in a shaky breath. he wishes he could swap places— of escaping this wretched, damn hellhole that your fiance dragged him into while having the honor to participate in the erotic action somehow— perhaps he’ll get his chance eventually.

“marius… please… just fuck me already!” 

“hmm…? has my baby been edged on far too long?”

“need your cum inside… need your cock…”

“what? we can’t hear you… you’re mumbling…”

“please! fucking pleaseee!… i want your coc–” 

you’re wailing out to him, too immersed with your beckoning to notice how he angles up his hips with such deft, precise accuracy. within seconds, he finally plunges his cock into your creamy cunt, eliciting a wanton moan that reverberates through your lungs. “babe! fuck i’m cumming… that’s the spot…” you immediately convulse when he spears his entire cock into you so suddenly, pulsing around him with such an iron grip that you’re orgasming right then and there. 

a dizzying haze soon envelops your body, sending such sensitive tingles which amplify, reaching the entrance of your cervix. you’re becoming a delirious mess on marius’ cock as he halts, especially when another man just witnessed you squirting on your fiance. and oh, how the other scion wreaks absolute havoc with the pure filth he vocally directs your way. “s-shit… that pussy just keeps gushing, h-huh?” his words cause you to clamp down on marius even harder. you subconsciously can’t help it because he’s right, you’re still soaked. “cum on his dick again to complete… f-fuck… your fourth round, b-baby… you can do it…” 

“oh? what’s this, jiejie…? you feel much tighter than usual…” marius gazes at you with a possessive, territorial gleam lurking in his amethyst irises, leaning closer to invade your personal space. his eyebrows narrow dangerously as the coquettish ambience shifts into jealousy, as if a looming winter was approaching. his thoughts plummet, with the swift thumping of his heart drowning his ears. 

he’s dizzy. marius can’t fathom a world where you’re aroused by other men. he’ll truly lose his sanity if that ever transpires, merely wanting your attention all for himself. you’re his. your passion, your love, and fuck, your cunt are for him to indulge in alone. animalistic hunger courses through his veins while his final remnants of control are waning wildly— until at last, his waves of possessiveness reign victorious. fucking only his. 

he originally provoked the other heir to prove men like him can solely look— being stuck in their reveries,  daydreaming about touching your alluring body— in the end, he’ll always be the one and only man to claim your cunt. but now? oh, now he absolutely has to remind you who you belong to with every pounding thrust of his cock. 

“was it because i said we?” he pistons up into your pussy again with such relentless force, while his muscular hands grip the sides of your hips with a vice grasp. you’re certain that cool toned specks will blossom tomorrow morning. he begins to aggressively penetrate you, his tip disappearing deep inside to repeatedly graze against your spongy, saccharine spot. your thighs are trembling, barely having enough strength to hover over his lap, yet you persist in your efforts. your breathing soon turns erratic as he continues fucking you mercilessly without pausing.

“i… fuck!” the dizzying sensation consumes you whole, of his cock sliding into your velvety walls, so gummy and slick. your cunt flutters around him every time, eliciting more of your essence to coat his ridges and veins. with your cum, he’s able to glide inside easier, reaching new depths. and at this point, you can’t process your thoughts properly— not when his stamina’s immune to waning, nor when he’s quickening his pace to swiftly slam himself back into your cunt even harder. “or are you liking attention from other men?” overwrought by the intense waves of pleasure he’s evoking from you, you’re soon trapped in a carnal daze— of riding his cock until you’re fucked senseless. 

so, you’re setting a steady rhythm of your sensuous hips to meet his harsh thrusts halfway. his delectable abs flex in pleasure, his mind reeling at the way your soft breasts are bouncing with both of your combined movements. “s-shit! marius–” lifting your creamy cunt upwards to briefly squirm, his hips follow to wildly slap against your pussy. in response, you’re heaving out loud, titillating whimpers which send marius on a frenzy— before colliding down against his dick again and again, seductively rotating on his lap. 

you can hear the erotic, squelching sound of your flesh smacking together, flooding the area even when the blasting music is still playing into the twilight hours— a sign of how rough you and marius are fucking.

your pussy envelops his cock in a firm, salacious embrace the more he bucks into you, tightly fluttering in sweet bliss. especially when he’s insistent on using his domineering tone on you. his husky voice is enough to make you go completely feral as you’re whining with desperate screams, not caring if other patrons discover the piercing echoes. “nghhh! too damn fast…” you’re bouncing on his dick faster now, upwards and downwards in a prolonged pursuit to reach peaks of ecstasy. his cock twitches at your grinding while traces of his pre-cum begin to leak inside your pussy, melding with your essence. 

“want him to fuck your ass? double penetration…?” while he’s still ramming into your tiny cunt, you can discern curses being babbled by the other scion. “oh f-fuck… bounce on him… ride h-his cock…” you feel him attentively staring where you and marius are carnally connected and he locks a glance with you with lidded eyes. the cock ring on his dick appears unbearable, enhancing the flushed color tenfold. “milk him f-for… all he’s worth…” he fists his cock with pump after pump, sliding his fingers past his balls before thumbing at his tip with a moan. 

“answer me, you dirty little slut!” one of marius’ hands lift away from your hip to smack your plump ass, causing your skin to bloom in a spit-firing cerise. you wail out from the sharp contact, your body quivering from the sudden, overwhelming sensation until he’s maneuvering you. he manhandles you, pulling your frame along with him to lay sideways on the lounge chair. now he’s spooning your body tightly against his own. your legs are splayed out as he’s lifting one of your plush thighs midair, showcasing your creamy cunt being plugged with his stiff cock.

“n-no! of course not!” widening your eyes, you gasp out when marius leans closer towards the swells of your breasts before laving his hot, scorching tongue along one of your nipples. due to his taller stature, he’s thankfully flexible enough to do so. your toes are curling when he slowly drags his cock into your wet heat, intending to have you trembling beneath him. fucking hell— it’s literally working. your cheek presses against the spacious, silken cushioning while you’re letting out huffs. 

attempting to shift back on his dick for any sort of friction, your efforts soon falter when his free hand traverses towards your bundle of nerves. his deft fingers harshly pinch your pearly little nub with pressure until you’re yelping, “oh– oh fuck! babe, you know i only have eyes for you…” simultaneously, he pursues his objective of punishing you by latching his searing lips against your tit, suckling with vigorous intent— until he’s pulling on your pebbled nipple with his teeth. 

“doesn’t seem like it when you’re clenching so tightly like this… in front of another fucking man…” he’s growling out, sheathing his cock into your cunt while steadily pounding. he drives himself in and out again and again, brushing his hips against your ass with resounding smacks. his ruthless thrusts result in the deck chair shaking violently every few seconds, loudly squeaking as he snaps into you from behind. both of your bodies wobble, swaying at the swift vibrations. you’re writhing underneath him while he continues spooning you, eyelashes fluttering as he speeds up the tempo of his thrusts. “pay attention to me… me alone…”

“marius! fuck– i’m gonna cum!” a final press of his tip hammering against your cervix has you screaming through your lungs. you swiftly convulse, your thigh quivering in his large, veiny hand. finally gushing all over his cock with a whine, you’re coating him extensively with more of your creamy slick. as your pussy tightens around him, he’s overwrought in pleasure following your intense orgasm. his belly twists, jerking roughly against you while his white, milky semen spills deep inside your cunt. 

“more like you’ll take my cum all night like the whore you are…” another squeal leaves your body when marius’ warm arms wrap around your waist, hauling you up against his firm chest. your bodies are still carnally flushed against one another while he’s soon carrying you in his embrace, with drops of your combined fluids falling to the ground. “marius… please…” he ambles towards the edge of the balcony with hastened strides, as the other scion scurries with his aching cock— or rather crawls on all fours to not miss out on the fun. 

“mmm… time for that p-pretty pussy… to– h-hah… cum a fifth time…” he drools, making you recall the countless moments your fiance has already coaxed you to orgasm. and there’s no possible way of taming him or his possessiveness like this. marius sets you down on the balcony railing before he’s hoisting your hips over his own with his strong biceps flexing, jamming himself along your velvety walls. his arms wrap so tightly around you, sucking out the air from your lungs. and his cock slides inside your cunt aggressively, fucking you with his constant, relentless pounding. 

“o-oh! fuck– slow down so i can speak!” your teeth nip at his pecs as punishment, suckling to leave a heart shaped bite mark. the splotches forming on his skin serve as your masterpiece, leaving you content. he hisses out with a growl in response, viewing you squirm before him— separating your legs wider apart to invite his toned body even closer, fully on instinct to allow his stiff dick to repeatedly brush against your folds. “no… i’ll fuck this pussy how i see fit…” he watches as your melded liquids leak out further the more his cock splits your cunt open as he feels determined to fuck the creamy cum back into your wet heat.

his harsh thrusts cause your ass to move backwards on the railing, eliciting a loud screech from your lips. before your entire body tilts back, marius immediately tugs you into his broad chest. waves of intense adrenaline flow through you now while your breasts bounce wildly, with your erect nipples grazing his skin every time. his stiff cock mercilessly slams harder at a swift tempo, gliding to fill every inch of your tiny cunt with his ridges and veins. “s-shit– it’s like watching… f-fuck… live porn…” the other heir manages to babble with more of his ramblings while jerking into his hand. “m-mmm… clamp down on his cock h-harder… make him go insane for– a-ah… that tight pussy…”

you’re practically digging crescent indentations into marius’ biceps at this point, whimpering loudly at the predicament you’re in. it’ll be so clearly obvious from other patrons on the ground floor that he’s fucking you here and now, pistoning deeper into your weeping hole. especially when he’s hovering over you, slotted between your opened, quivering thighs. and your other dilemma? one wrong move or another slip of his fingers and you’ll be tumbling down from this balcony.

you should be alarmed by the potential dangers, yet… when marius is ramming so obscenely into your pussy like this, drilling your insides over and over, you’d take these risks a million times tenfold. 

his cock twitches uncontrollably with the friction you’re gifting him, going delirious for a swift release. with his balls aching, his hips abruptly halt again— erupting such thick spurts of his milky cum deep within your womb. you’re trembling all over before joining him in peaks of shared ecstasy, creaming on his dick with wanton moans. “mmm… marius… want m-more… more cum…” beads of perspiration roll down the valley of your breasts, trickling until your sweat slowly drops against his pelvis. you’re also attempting to replenish your energy with quickened breaths while fluttering both of your eyelashes closed. 

however, there are no moments of respite when he manhandles you again so that your arms are situated on the railing. his pecs brush against your back which seductively arches under his taller, looming frame, pinning you in a domineering manner from behind. he teases your entrance by grazing his still leaking tip, adorned with a blooming cerise, along your folds. he switches between grinding against your cunt and ass repeatedly, now smearing your ass cheeks with milky slick. “you fucking slut– all you can think about is cum… would you let any guy fill you up instead of me…?” 

your body shifts forward when he suddenly rams his thick cock into your awaiting pussy, penetrating you from behind. you’re soon yelping out from his rough fucking while you dig your manicured nails along the railing. oh, falling into the horny abyss is an utter understatement now— perhaps it can settle as your new dwelling where you’re always ravenous, craving your fiance’s delectable dick and searing cum. the lingering smell of debauched sex wafts through the seaside air as marius ruts himself deeper and deeper, angling with such precision to brutally slam in and out of you. 

“like that drooling idiot? or him over there…?” fisting the tresses of your hair, he tugs you over with no mercy whatsoever. oh fuck— there’s no point denying how you absolutely love the tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure. continuing to slide himself along your soft, gummy walls with rapid pumps, your eyes are darting to scrutinize another bold couple relishing in sex from below. your elevated location offers a clear, unimpeded view of such carnal desire. the other woman is bent over in pure bliss, gripping onto the edge of a vacant lounge chair as her man pistons from behind, plunging his cock back and forth. 

observing the lovers from this whole new perspective, is that how debauched you currently appear? filled to the brim— entirely impaled by marius’ thick cock? then shit, you must look fucking sexy right now. your cunt clenches around him when his warm breath tickles your smooth skin, fanning along your ear. 

“think he thrusts better than me?” as if a competition was transpiring out of the blue, he erratically thrusts harder than before at the entrance of your womb. his torrid pounding surpasses the other man’s as your vision feels hazy, too overwhelmed as your mind spirals out of control. “no! nghh.… fuck no! just you…” marius ensures your gaze is still fixated on the erotic scene from the ground deck by yanking your tresses, simultaneously bucking into your pussy at a swift, record rhythm. 

his dick presses along that sensitive, saccharine spot you know all too well which has you squealing out, “your cock is the only one i want!” as if your scream reverberated across the cruise ship and the stars aligned, the couple below meets both of your prying gazes. well fuck— were you actually that loud? you can also discern heavy breathing from afar, as the other scion has edged himself in such prolonged intervals, precisely timing his sloppy jerking sessions. the cock ring around his dick allowed his flesh to blossom into vibrant, flushed shades of vermillion. so he needs to cum now, “let’s all cum together for… s-shit… your sixth round, b-baby…” 

oh, such obscene, nasty acts of public sex indeed. marius spears deeply into your cunt, about to spill his searing load inside you while you’re maintaining eye contact with the other young woman. both of your salacious men are chasing the delicious friction for release, as you two are lewdly panting. being stripped with sweat glistening on your alluring, naked body just like this— in front of a larger audience as your fiance fucks you feels so damn good. all five of you are erupting in waves of lust, with spurts of milky semen coating your velvety walls. especially when marius continues fucking his cum into the depths of your cervix.

he soon pulls out of you as his stiff cock immediately slaps against your belly, still so hard and heavy with more loads awaiting to paint your creamy cunt. “oh really? prove it then, you little whore…” he suddenly hauls you over his shoulder while your feet dangle, ambling back towards the hot tub area with hastened strides. the other heir follows in pursuit, rushing over with hurried movements. your cunt is throbbing at the possible antics marius has planned next. you don’t have to ponder any longer though when he’s barking out an order to the other scion. “lay down on the floor now.”

despite his trembling form, he submits to your fiance’s request, leaning backwards to splay out his fatigued body. however, he immediately pauses— his eyes widening in disbelief when he views marius bending your plump ass so that you’re hovering right above… his face in a standing position… what the actual fuck?! it’s confirmed— marius is fucking insane. 

your palms are now planted against the sturdy hot tub wall as your breath hitches, mind set ablaze in utter anticipation— until goosebumps finally bloom wildly at a shockingly cold sensation being pressed along your spine, coalescing with the cool seaside air. realization strikes you immediately— an ice cube?! how marius managed to covertly swipe the wet ice from your peripheral vision, directly from the drinks vincent prepared for you both, you’ll never know. he growls huskily with his authoritative tone, “i want to hear you beg…” he trails the ice cube along your back, gliding lower and lower while kneading one of your ass cheeks with vigorous intent.

he’s sinking down on his knees, watching as your abused pussy clenches around nothing. oh, his poor fiancee… he’ll ensure you’re filled to the brim in a moment. his lips are curling when his adept fingers wrap around one of your plush thighs, spreading your legs wider apart. “moaning for more of my cock…” tipping his head, his lips capture the ice cube before grazing it tantalizingly along your folds. you can’t help but squeal loudly, arching back while he begins to plunge the ice inside you. “marius! too… t-too cold! want you to warm me up with your cum…” it gets embellished with your creamy slick and his semen, covered entirely as lapses pass by. 

“want you… i need your dick inside… plea–” he soon pulls the ice cube away until the chilly sensations migrate to your pearly nub. your body trembles at the sudden, stinging contact as if waves of an avalanche were hurtling towards you. yet suddenly, his breath is fanning against your cunt before he dives right in, burying his tongue to devour your pussy. he utilizes precise swirling motions deep inside, venturing along your gummy walls. it’s too much— all this friction is sending you into a frenzy.

especially when you hear the loud curses which escape the other scion’s lips, directly below your legs. he drools extensively, watching how marius’ tongue disappears into your wet heat, his hoarse throat running dry like a sweltering desert. he’s just far too entranced at this point, his gaze fixated on this rare, close-up view of your cunt.

you let out wails as your fiance licks long stripes between your warm folds with his searing tongue, moving upwards and downwards repeatedly. he spits while groaning, his amethyst eyes rolling back as he relishes in the intoxicating taste of your melded fluids as one— until he slaps your pussy with his fingers again. “more… spread those legs wider… admit that you’re all mine… mine alone…” brimming with tears, dew-like drops stream down your cheeks from this constant edging— of the way his tongue laps up your creamy cum, lewdly slurping every time. of his deft fingers rotating the ice cube along your bundle of nerves, numbing your swollen clit. 

your hips frantically buck against his mouth over and over, with the contrasting temperatures causing your opened thighs to quiver nonstop. “say it… now…” oh fuck— his domineering voice will always render you powerless. the overstimulation teeters you far beyond your limits, as your incoherent babbles skyrocket, ascending for both men to finally hear your genuine, obscene thoughts.

“ngh… i’m marius von hagen’s cumslut! his little whore! only his…”

“and i get turned on when other men are seeing you fucking me… no one else… only you, babe…”

“good girl… my fucking good girl… that’s what i wanted to hear…”

he smirks against your throbbing cunt, rewarding you with rough jams of his scorching tongue. the chilly residue of ice along your clit makes a dizzying halo appear over your poor little head, swiftly convulsing in seconds— coaxing your pussy into your seventh orgasm of the night. oh— how the erotic fun will only progress, pressing on more and more.

marius immediately reverts back to a standing position with a smug lick of his lips as his cock twitches in desperation. after eating you out, he absolutely needs to fuck you again now. so, he slips himself into your creamy cunt from behind, grunting at the way you easily tighten around his dick with wanton need. “fuck… i can never get enough of this pussy… you’re sucking me in so well…” he’s setting a steady pace, penetrating the soft spot located at the base of your belly with all his might. your tits bounce against the frothing, effervescent aquamarine water with every harsh snap of his hips as it splashes along your erect nipples. “and i can never stop going feral over my favorite cock… so fucking horny for you…”

his amethyst irises practically dilate at the pure filth you’re uttering out, while he possessively drills harder and harder into you. seems you ignited his soaring passion tenfold. marius brushes against your ass with loud, resounding smacks, swaying slightly due to his own overstimulation. yet as always, he persists in his attempts to fuck your pussy properly. “yes… i’m the only one who could make you feel this good… just look at all this cum… our cum…” a milky ring of your essence and his hot semen smears his thick cock, flourishing to the tempo of his rapid thrusts. 

enhancing the smell of sex wafting into the nocturnal air immensely than before with the amount of times he painted your wet heat a creamy white. perhaps the area will linger with the lascivious stench past twilight, transcending into the golden rays of dawn— then everyone will acknowledge what transpired— of your ardent marathon sex, right on this spacious deck with marius. you whine out when he’s hammering inside your cunt just right, angling with precise accuracy to slam deeper and deeper. 

“f-fuck– oh fuck!” the other scion digs crescents into the center of his palms, hissing as he wills himself to maintain his last, remaining amounts of control. after all, he recently jerked off and this deal is of utmost importance. but his sanity wanes when he views you bending your plump ass back to meet marius’ hips halfway; of the constant carnal sound of skin slapping against skin— of your pussy being filled to the brim with nothing but your sexy fiance, right above his very lips— until his resolve finally withers away when he’s pumping his sensitive dick, pistoning his own hips upwards midair as if he was fucking your cunt. “you can… s-shit… cum for an eighth time… you’ve– mnghhh… already come this far…” 

the desperate need to release overtakes you when marius’ pace stutters, his rhythm halting in place— overwrought with your orgasm blossoming, your whole body shakes violently for another time. “marius! mmmm… m-more… i can take more, so please…” both of your melded fluids trickle down to coat his pelvis and the back of your thighs, while milky drops splatter onto the other heir’s countenance from below. the rest trails down, slowly pooling onto the ground. now it’s his turn to fall into the horny abyss because what the actual fuck?! 

“of course… just be my pretty slut and let everyone know who you belong to…” he twirls you around so that he can hoist your sensuous hips over his own before his larger, veiny hands cup your ass cheeks, resuming his relentless thrusts. your legs wrap tightly around his slutty waist, ensuring you have enough stability to bounce yourself on his cock. oh, how you desperately want your tongues tangled in a titillating dance. so you lean closer, entwining both of your lips together in vehement kisses, with marius moaning into the searing depths of your mouth. “nghhh! h-harder babe! i want my pussy all bruised up tomorrow as a reminder of tonight…” he’d be an absolute fool to refuse. he complies with your lewd request, plugging his stiff cock between your folds to split open your gummy cunt again and again. 

however, the other heir widens his eyes when marius continues fucking into you with ease, ambling closer to him with an overbearing aura. he begins to flee by scuffling backwards, yet the silicone band reduces his movements to sluggish crawling. marius’ signature shit-eating grin adorns his face at this as his biceps flex, relishing in the sensation of your manicured nails traversing scattered scratches down his broad back. “oh? why are you backing away? isn’t this what you fucking wanted?” marius taunts him with a glance laced with mirth, cornering him to the edge of the cruise ship. now this type of payback? revenge even? fuck— it feels so damn good— so gratifying to claim his woman like this.

as your head lolls back while you mewl loudly in his ear, his dick kisses the entrance of your womb with vigorous intent…. all while your flushed bodies are hovering directly over the other scion’s head. his furrowed eyebrows are tense, with his chiseled jaw clenching before he groans out possessively. 

“my woman...” thrust— “my muse...” thrust— “my one and only queen...” thrust— “mine.” 

“m-marius… so deep! fuck! mmm hurry up… want to be leaking with your cum already…” 

seems like his weekly weight training is convenient, coming in handy after all. marius’ muscular arms are still carrying your body in his salacious embrace, dragging your pussy back and forth in a tantalizing tempo. not a single moment of respite is needed while he stands with his taller, looming figure— truly impressive indeed. he pistons into your creamy cunt at such an unhinged, delirious speed, stretching your velvety walls until they feel battered and bruised— on the brink of tearing apart. his balls erratically tense up, pulsing as his searing spend is threatening to burst. 

“hey asshole– watch me fill this pretty pussy up, yeah?”

with his tip jamming deliciously against your cervix, both of you are screaming loudly in unison, jerking against each other with such overwhelming orgasms. your pussy tightly flutters around him, squirting with your juices drizzling all over his cock and delectable abs like midnight rain. twitching deep inside you, his hot semen erupts in prolonged waves, spilling every drop. your bodies are truly melded together at this point, with the sticky slick fastening yourselves to one another like an amorous stitch. a shared canvas dripping with a searing mess of cream, of everlasting infatuation— just how you and marius envision this masterpiece. 

meanwhile, spurts of pearly cum embellish the other man’s cheeks yet again— staining his countenance with a debauched, milky white essence— his entire body splays in utter shock, while a dizzying haze envelops him whole. he isn’t certain whether his enervated weariness is due to him jacking off for another round while you two were roughly fucking, or his weeping dick feeling unbearable, truly about to shatter from the silicone band. “she… came nine times… fuck…” he mutters in a rose blush, feeling a trail of your combined slick settle on his lips. with lightning speed, his tongue swipes to relish in the sweet yet salty taste, before he moans shamelessly. 

“and tastes… s-shit… absolutely divine… just as i thought from this beaut… i’m fuck– seriously going insane… i can… mmm… get drunk on this cum any day…”

“oh? this mutt used his brain after all… huh… while it truly was a treat seeing you pathetically break as promised, scram… i want to finish fucking my woman in peace.” 

the other scion doesn’t need to be coaxed any further. rather, what merely lingered in his mind was ripping off this wretched cock ring! to cum freely all he liked— with his staggering, cloddish feet, he’s standing with violent trembles coursing through his thighs. “thanks for the show, gorgeous… stay sexy.” he swiftly dashes off with the cock ring still nestled on his dick, intending to jerk off even more to the erotic scenes he committed to memory. 

other than his strides finally echoing away, music continues reverberating across the spacious cruise ship, filling in the emerging silence. just— what the fuck? he looks hilarious right now— you and marius slowly gaze at one another with such perplexed expressions, until you both are chortling together with chuckles of mirth.

“what an idiot he is– ow! jiejie, i just gave you the best fucking marathon sex of your life…” he pouts when you’re playfully swatting at his chest.

“more like you should apologize to vincent tomorrow! really babe? a cock ring?!” your roseate cheeks shimmer under the glowing moonlight as you’re scolding him, desperately trying to withstand his signature puppy dog eyes.

yet you can’t deny the way your chest flutters wildly when marius leans down to murmur in your ear, whispering soothingly as he carries you. “sorry… i’ve been a bad boy…. but i was so jealous… had to prove no one else can have you but me alone… so don’t be mad at little old me… please?” he begs you helplessly in an adorable manner while clinging to your body, insistent on not letting you flee from his cuddly, warm embrace anytime soon.

whiny marius is surely going to be the death of you someday. or perhaps your downfall would be caused by persistent upsurges of cuteness overloads which constantly pierce your heart. “you big baby… i can never resist you, can i?” your nose affectionately nuzzles against his own, gifting him such delicate caresses. seconds later, your eyes are darting away from his watchful gaze, due to your sudden yet sheepish confession. “besides, i’m not that upset… um… you’re hot when you’re possessive… and i enjoyed it… a lot…”

he regains his lustful momentum upon hearing your words and curls his lips with an alluring smirk. both of you are now settled at your original location again, bodies entwined in sweet bliss. you remain leisurely perched on the hot tub wall while he lingers in the aquamarine abyss, kneeling to worship his goddess in all your coruscating glory. “oh? my lovely princess… i’m more than just possessive… i’m a hungry man and i’d die for you…” his lips graze along your sensuous curves to plant soft, endearing kisses against the cerise splotches— pampering your skin with such soothing caresses.

“i’d fight for you– fuck all those other men…” marius professes, traversing upwards past your navel, inching closer to finally latch his mouth along your swelling breasts— suckling your puffy nipples with delicate swirls and stripes as he’s kneading ever so gently. oh— with his breath fanning against your tits, a knot forms in your throat. how your heart soars to the twilight sky, reaching sirius as your rose blush blossoms tenfold. “i adore you more than anyone else ever could…” 

his adoration envelops you whole and honestly, you wouldn’t want this any other way— so tender, so winsome— as always, you savor his infinite devotion with an inviting embrace. your libido ascends to new horizons, widening your plush thighs on reflex while you simultaneously swoon. how lucky you are to be marius’ muse indeed.

“i’m addicted… my body… my heart… hell, my cock aches for you every lasting second…” you’re falling backward on your wrists when he suddenly cages you with his muscular arms, seductively looming over your frame. dewed drops of warm water trickle down his toned figure, glistening along with the ivory moonlight as if he posed for a lavish painting. “so let me have more of this sweet pussy…” his tip slowly presses against your wet heat, sinking right back into your sensitive, velvety walls easily. you can’t help but clench, your cunt tightening around him at being filled to the brim for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “m-marius… when you talk like that… mmm…”

“that’s it… good girl… always spoiling me so well…” he’s gently rocking into you while caressing your drenched pussy with slow, leisurely thrusts of his cock— full of fervent passion which overflows like a cascading waterfall. you’re whining when he pumps in and out with tender precision, tantalizingly rolling his hips against your own. how endearing— in the end, he’ll always be a cordial gentleman willing to dote on you, his beloved fiancee. as your toes are curling, his languid strokes cause his dick to slip out of your gummy cunt and slap against your luminesced skin. 

“be a good boy and let me take care of this, yeah?” your sultry command halts his body in place as your smaller hand reaches over to fist his cock, pumping your dexterous fingers in a teasing tempo. spurts of creamy cum land on your wrist in the process, trailing down your arm. and oh— you can’t deny how his provocative grunts are like mellifluous harmonies— sweet yet husky melodies for your ears alone. he exhales with shaky groans, scrutinizing in delight at how his entire length is slowly being pushed back inside by your hand, inch-by-inch.  

all you merely desire is for him to become a drunken, concupiscent mess again; oozing waves of delirious wanton need as he succumbs to his desperation of frantically colliding his body with yours and splitting your tiny cunt apart. to watch him unfold, unraveling little by little until he finally breaks. 

“let loose… lose control, babe…” that dizzying haze overwhelms his senses again when you direct sultry murmurs his way while nipping at the sweet spots along his neck. marius’ heartbeat ascends into a complete frenzy, thrumming within his chest. lose control…? fuck— his dick throbs inside you as you continue melding your carnal flesh together— easing the remaining inches deep within your pussy. “it’s okay… i know you want to…” your forehead presses against his own, with tousled strands coated with perspiration and labored breathing all coalescing as one.

“besides, i love your feral side… so break me…” with your legs securely wrapping around his slutty waist, you unveil your plan as a mastermind would. the dominoes cascaded in a formal line, tumbling when your palms shove against his pecs with unfaltering force. afterwards, both of you are stumbling into the aquamarine abyss below with a piercing splash. oh shit— your bold antics cause his amethyst eyes to dilate in raw intensity as the salacious surging in his chest finally snaps— what lingers in its wake is a libidinous marius consumed by lustful greed. 

“jiejie… you really do drive me insane… fucking kiss me…” he cursed, fisting the tresses of your hair to maneuver you closer, capturing your lips in a sealing,  risqué manner. his hunger emanates so vehemently, igniting fiercely like scalding fireworks in the nocturnal night— tongues clashing over and over in a heated pursuit of dominance. your eyelashes soon flutter closed as you grapple at his broad shoulders while leaving crescent indentations— relishing in the erotic potency of his passion for you, his queen. solely you. he swallows your mewls with a ravenous gleam in his gaze, far too immersed with your flustered state to waver his steady eye contact. you’re so addicting. he could stare all day.

marius’ other arm slithers around to encircle your waist, guiding you to sink down further on his thick cock completely as his ridges and veins plug your weeping cunt with his previous hot loads underwater. “babe… go rough and hard, just how we like it…. plea–” your pleading is abruptly interrupted when he finally commences his rough fucking again, eliciting you to seductively arch your back with such piercing screams. “oh– fuck yes! feels so g-good…. fuck this pussy harder…” the spit-firing sensation of him ramming upwards into your tight hole again and again stings your bruised, battered pussy delectably. you can’t help but feel hypnotized on the spot. now this? this type of fervor lust is a concupiscent high you’ll never recover from. 

“i said harder… don’t you dare fucking slow down…” you provocatively order him by embellishing his back with long, intricate cerise scratches littering along his soft skin. he’s immediately growling out in response, huffing as he jams his twitching dick with merciless force, intending to chase the delicious friction. “or what? my poor baby can’t keep up…?” a sultry tone is embedded in your teasing, falling from your plump lips before a widening smirk adorns your countenance. your flushed bodies are submerged in the aquamarine abyss while the warm water ripples with the sways of the tides, evoking effervescent bubbles to froth all around— foaming afloat the turbulence with the way you’re bouncing on him while he teeters underneath you— feeling too engulfed in the ardent pleasure.

the sloshing sounds of your bodies colliding emit into the seaside air, ascending louder and louder with reverberating smacks. perhaps if lingering patrons are roaming along the ground floor below, would they be able to discern the obscene, wet noises of you and marius indulging in hot tub sex together? you truly hope they do.

“jiejie… careful with what you wish for… who said i was slowing down?” seems like you’ve really coaxed marius’ feral side to unveil before you now. with his signature shit-eating grin reciprocating your smirk, he impishly manhandles your smaller frame by pressing your back against the interior of the hot tub. “i just wanted to fuck you in this new angle…” his strong, veiny hands reach over to bend you entirely in half, lifting your glistening legs in his vice grasp before shoving them against your shoulders. allowing his cock to hammer even rougher in this lewd position. the silken mounds of your tits graze along your plush thighs every few seconds, bouncing with his swift strokes. 

“marius! oh fuck– fuck! fucking right there…” you moan with heaving sighs of titillating bliss when he spears into the sweetest spot of your womb, rocking back and forth with harsh, receding snaps. you soon feel your tenth orgasm blooming at the base of your belly, threatening to squirt all over his drenched cock. writhing erratically from below as his hips gradually stutter, your slick gushes around him, coalescing with his scalding ropes of cum which paint your walls a creamy white. “mmm… fuck yeah– that’s it, my queen… milk me… show me who this dick belongs to…” 

marius’ towering body pins you down, looming over your own while he still desperately pounds inside your overstimulated cunt— rutting with aggressive thrusts which cause cool, dew drops to brim along your eyelashes. despite your vision turning into a misty haze, you gaze upwards at the twilight sky being illuminated by millions upon millions of shimmering stars that gleam and glow— absolutely awestruck at the twinkling, ivory specks which hover above marius so exquisitely, who reigns as the king of this nocturnal night. how you’re dazzled by the glimmering stars. dazzled by your one and true love. mesmerized by the manner in which he glistens like an empyrean god, even when he’s roughly fucking you like this. 

he far surpasses your comprehension of everlasting love. how can a man be this divine? so utterly devoted and infatuated with your very existence? it truly leaves you love-struck, drunk on this profound luxury you cultivated as a couple, on your reciprocated adoration for him alone. nobody will ever comprehend this surging sensation of intense yearning like he does. solely he knows. your future husband. you’ll both be besotted together for eternity.

fervent waves of passion unravel through your very being as always, slithering along while his cock ventures deeper and deeper, breaking through your soaked pussy. you fucking love every tantalizing drag, every sensual killshot he aims into your wet heat. locking intimate eye contact with marius, your lidded gaze remains steady, fixated on his amethyst irises which resemble coruscating galaxies. you instantly profess, “my king… oh fuck… you’re my absolute everything… my one and only, my lifeline…” you both simultaneously lean closer to tenderly press your foreheads together once more, feeling so erratically needy. needing to be entangled in a binding mess of passion and scalding cum again and again until sunrise emerges.

“mmm… no other man could ever rival you… the king of my heart… only you can impress me with your charm…” you feel marius pulse within your gummy walls that swallow him whole, reeling wildly upon hearing your praises being directed at him alone. twitching in utmost satisfaction with his raging tip still leaking more drops of precum while he’s bumping against your swollen cervix in an amorous manner. you’re catching your breath to mewl out, “i’m hooked on your love… your cock… want to milk you alone…” he groans huskily in utter pleasure, bucking deliciously into you at a rapid pace— marking his own ornate crescents along your silky thighs that he restrained with both of his larger, muscular hands— roaming and gripping your plush flesh as if his life solely depended on it. 

“fuck princess– more… nghh… this greedy bastard wants to hear more of your beautiful voice… fucking please…” he manages to moan out his whiny pleas, penetrating your slick cunt in aligned tempo with the pulsating music. how cute… he’s begging you again, consumed by a delirious urgency to discern every rise and fall of your ethereal tone as he fucks in and out. so, you choose to bask in this sacred, salacious moment. you comply with his request, obliging by trailing your fingers coquettishly down his chest and stomach before tracing intricate heart patterns along the branded lipstick stains you left on him. “i wish you could see how pretty you are when you’re fucking my cunt… my pretty boy… all mine…” 

as his delectable abs immediately flex under your light and airy caresses, he grows immensely feral as lapses pass by— his cheeks adorned with a scintillating, ruby glister which radiates down his neck. you actually called him your pretty boy? marius might as well advance your anticipated wedding to a sooner date because shit— he’s melting on the spot, right then and there. loud whimpers escape from the voids of your mouth when he drives himself even faster, quicker at lightning speed into your fluttering pussy. “fuck… oh fuck! and i’m yours… i’m all you’ll ever need… mmm… say you love me… come on, baby… only me…” he chokes with rushes of adrenaline, hoarsely begging for your honey laced endearment to send him rocketing to heavenly saturn. 

trembling underneath his seductive body, you feel your back being pressed harder into the crevices of the hot tub from his rough hammering. his brutal assault of every slam, every precise rut drilling within your cunt over and over until your periphery is slowly blurring out again. solely focusing on your dear fiance, you avow gently, “i love you, marius… i love you so damn much…. i’ll remain forever by your side as your queen… showering you with all my attention and affection…” you swipe your soft lips against his own, peppering swarms of kisses his way to finally alleviate the last remnants of his jealousy. within seconds, marius beams in content like the golden retriever energy he exudes. an uplifting boost from his lovely jiejie is the type of remedy he craved all along, his true solace.

he moves to squeeze one of your thighs firmly in his bicep, slotting himself so inextricably closer against your entrance as the other dangles back and forth midair. ramming into the labyrinth of your pussy with frenzied movements while he slams his thick cock again and again; grazing your slick walls with hasty thrusts as he prods into you, submerging deeper into this torrid yet euphoric tidal wave. you briefly separate from the amatory kisses to replenish your breathing supply of air, yet marius doesn’t let you escape so easily. his free hand deftly cradles the back of your neck with a hastened pull before his searing lips capture yours once more, devouring every sharp gasp as flames blaze within his lungs. 

“your king loves you more… so much fucking more… nghh… i’ll always give you the world in every possible way… treat you like royalty, a goddess… because only you matter, my muse…” marius huskily remarks, pulsing from the carnal friction which tightly clasps his raging, spit-firing dick. he’s on the literal brink of bursting with the way your cunt embraces him— so inviting, enticing with your every clench that spurs his approaching release. you’re soon noticing how his hammering becomes sloppier, harder, faster as he groans, “my sole obsession… continue ruining me for the rest of eternity… on fated days like this…” grappling at his taut muscles, you attempt to frantically buck in sync with him, grinding against his toned pelvis— further slipping his cock into your quivering hole.

“oh babe… you don’t even have to mention that… there’s nothing more i wouldn’t want than for you to stay buried inside my cunt forever… whispering sweet nothings as we profess our love… you’d like that, right?” you tenderly coo to him, declaring your mutual wishes of being tangled together in besotted passion and mind-blowing sex for eons to come. he practically whimpers with furrowed eyebrows, morphing into an ethereal, panting mess. “jiejie… nghhh… i…” his desperate pistoning amplifies as a searing heat you committed to memory coils all along your belly the more he fucks you. you’re both so close. so fucking close to shamelessly orgasming in this public hot tub yet again.

“hmm? feeling tongue tied from the pleasure? hell no, we both know you just wanna cum…” you impishly tease him, playfully leaning upwards to graze your tongue along his sensitive pecs and nimble down. marius’ whines resound stridently, moaning like a manwhore. your fucking manwhore. he doesn’t give a damn if his name is trending tomorrow at this point, surging like wildfire from being caught. you’re sucking harder when he greedily penetrates your velvety cunt with slowly faltering strokes, breaking through your wet heat ever so fervidly. one thing is for certain in your debauched, lascivious mind. time to coax marius over the edge and deliver the final blow. 

“go on, baby… mmph… show me how sexy you look when cumming inside this pussy… let’s do it together…” your lidded eyes remain fixated on his contorted countenance while he drives his last pumps inside you. basking in the lewd squelching of your joined flesh, of his cock ramming with such teetering thrusts. “fuck! cum with me, princess… fucking cum and milk me dry–” he deeply slams with a piercing push as your body responds to his command on instinct. thrashing and squirming all at once, both of you are harmonizing in a crescendo of moans which spurs mizzles of cum to entwine as one. “marius! i’m gonna–” within seconds, ivory dew drops rapidly spill into your weeping cunt before seeping out into the hot tub. he soon presses against your arched body when you’re still convulsing around him, simultaneously soaking his cock with more of your pearly slick and his sticky semen.

“good girl… see? told you we’d fill this hot tub with our cum…” 

“mmm… you always keep your promises, babe… that was so fucking hot…” 

he slyly smirks at your remark before coquettishly winking your way. well— seems like you can finally eliminate ‘having public sex on a cruise ship while an audience watches’ off your salacious list of fantasies. while you’re cockwarming him, marius eventually carries your frame and finally ventures out of the aquamarine abyss. he’s tender with his aftercare, pampering you on the lounge chair as he wipes the lingering cum off your pussy with a towel. after vigorously fucking, stargazing surely serves as a serene ambiance for devoted lovers such as yourselves. so he ambles to retrieve the drinks vincent prepared.

when he returns, you snuggle in his warm embrace and relish in the saccharine taste of the alcohol to replenish your energy, combating your parched throat. marius rewards you by traversing his wandering lips towards the crook of your neck, pecking your beating pulse with delicate kisses. in response, distant constellations shimmer from above, twinkling back in celebration of your fond affection for one another. 

the silence is tranquil, idyllic, ever so soothing… until—

“watch that bastard come crawling back for more– means i’ll get to fuck you senseless again… unless…”

suddenly, you feel a familiar erection graze against your silky thigh and can’t help but squeal in shock when he hauls you over his shoulder again.

“marius! can’t you calm your dick for a second?!”

“but jiejie, we haven’t even soaked the bed yet!”

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[emmimimii]

eek realized my last two post lagged out and didn’t post and my drafts be gone too but…

“Stop Staring, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before”

“Keep going, you haven’t found your prize yet”

(THE EXPRESSIONS ARE TO DIE FOR IM GONE)

#lu jinghe #marius von hagen smut #tears of themis smut #tot smut #izumi kei #marius tears of themis #lu jinghe x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader

[chimericalilith]

Entangled Ribbons and Gifts

𐙚°˖➴ pairing. marius x fem!reader 𐙚°˖➴ tags. ooc, smut, lots of teasing, fluff, established relationship, bits of light bondage, both are top/bottom, multiple rounds 𐙚°˖➴ wc. 4.1k words 𐙚°˖➴ notes. inspired from marius MR christmas card. reader is a bit feisty, nickname; miss. first time posting so its simple layout we ball.

Tidying up some gift boxes, you finally finished another long list of gift wraps. Christmas always makes the business buzz, but it’s always so tiring. You sigh as you fix your posture and scan your finger for another list, waiting for you to wrap them all up. As your gaze transfixes on the list and your mind starts to wander which ones you should sort out in the workshop, a jingle sound spurred in as the door open, softly producing a creak of a sound.

You don’t bother looking up, your hand starts propping skillfully. Tying up the bows and cutting paper miniatures alongside carved letters with intense speed. It’s nearing Christmas Eve and you still haven’t thought up of how to surprise Marius, making your job more ironic. Unconsciously forgetting the opened door beforehand, there’s a sudden warmth wrapping around your waist that sends a jolt towards your body.

“Missy, what’s got your face all scrunched up?” Marius teased with a knowing smile, his wrap around your waist only getting tighter.

“Oh, I don’t know Mister. Maybe the fact that I’m carefully putting a wreath together and someone decided to surprise me which almost caused the unfurling of this whole thing. Almost pressed charges for my patience.” You met his gaze, lowering them to where his hand nestled comfortably.

Marius lowered his face to the nape of your neck, breathing hotly against it, lightly grazing your neck. A shiver ran to your body. Before, you slowly continue punching out snowflake papers for the gift wraps but now? Completely stopped on your tracks.

“I-I’m working right now. Plus, people can see us and it’s certainly not good for business.” You muttered, although you both secretly knew that it isn’t that much out of your realm. You did it before, besides you didn’t do anything about his hand that slowly slivers under your skirt.

“Hm? I don’t have any clue what you’re implying Miss. But…well, if you say so.” He gripped your thigh, swirled his fingers around it, and completely let you go. The warmth suddenly left you which inadvertently made you sigh. But that’s beside the point although his visit is an everlasting welcomed one, what’s with the sudden visit?

“With that out of the way, why did you come here? Did you want to put an order for a gift?” You asked, putting a certain distance between you two so he doesn’t try to do anything funny. Again. You spun your body around, preparing for a notepad to jot it down in case he does.

“Yeah. I’m planning to put together this event however I’m quite lacking in terms of this so-called professional eye for the quality. And that’s where you come Miss.” He winked, snatching a folded paper out of his shirt and surprisingly it’s a genuine contract stating my work.

“Well, I’d love to know how it feels to be employed by my own boyfriend but unfortunately, I’m swamped by work right now. Christmas season really is the gift-wrapping business’s main stage.” Lowering your gaze, feeling a tiny chip of guilt chiming in your heart.

‘Ah, no worries, Miss! I just thought that as a boyfriend I can help in terms of business. Which seems it isn’t needed, because it’s apparent everyone wants my girlfriend so much, she can’t even spare some time for me.” Marius pouted, although that pinkish hue peeking out of his ears betray him of how casual he took you calling him a your ‘boyfriend’. It didn’t completely miss you about how you two don’t meet as often now due to how swamped you are with your work. Seeing him right in front of you reminded of how much you missed him. It brings you back to Christmas of last year where you two are practically inseparable. He always readies you to work by propping earmuffs and cozying up your scarf to your neck.

He always made sure to cover up the hickeys well. Realizing your musings are turning to a certain direction, you completely shut it down and cleared your throat.

“…Well, I might not be able to fully help but I think I can assist you in simpler ways! I ordered too much ribbon cloth by accident. I think there’s a lot to spare for your event and it might spice it up better.” You cheerfully added, covering up the indecent thoughts you had while Marius has his eyes bore on you curiously.

“Only if it doesn’t burden you. But that will be super helpful. I’ll make sure my girlfriend is properly compensated.” Marius softly laughed, closing in the distance between the two of you and nuzzled his nose against yours.

“By the way, I think ribbons would look nice on you Miss.” He whispered in your ear, before pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. Feeling your face burn up, you pull his collar shirt and kissed him deeply. Tongue swirling until you’re out of breath.

“H-haa…Miss…” Your intertwined lips parted. Before he can do anything more, you immediately let go and push him out of the store. Sticking your tongue out, you look at his flustered face and feel smugness bubbling in your insides. Marius 0 – You 1. That is until you crouched out of embarrassment, face painted as red as the bulb ornaments decorating your store festively.

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You arrive at the event, carrying big boxes filled with satin silk. It is worth noting that the red and dark-light hue of green stash are abundant compared to other heaps of ribbon cloth. Picking up the boxes strains bits of your muscles that’s only used to meticulous work caused you to furrow your eyebrows, configuring an image of you taking multiple trips back-to-back to deliver it. Seems like your fate is sealed and all you can do is relish in its despair. That is, until Vincent showed up.

Perking your head up excitedly, you hurriedly greeted Vincent. Way too eager to get rid of this delivery and start up on decorating the ribbons instead. “Thank god you’re here Vincent! Am I too presumptuous to assume that you’re here for backup to pick all this up?” You exasperated a laugh, a bit desperate that you’re wrong and Vincent is indeed here to help you.

“Technically, I’m not here for that… But I am the in charge to bring the reinforcements specifically.” Hastily following up his speech, noticing your face falling in the middle of his sentence which quickly lit back up as fast as fairy light bulbs.

“Now, let us haste to the venue for the decoration.” Vincent said, instantly walking with you following with a haste. Upon entering the venue, the smell of cinnamon wafted throughout everything with a small hint of sugar canes mixed with hot chocolate scents. You can even smell the faint smell of the mint. It truly is a mesmerizing event, knocking you back to your senses that this is Pax Foundation we’re talking about so we’re not here to joke around.

“We have arrived at the venue, now if you will excuse me- “

“So? What do you think Miss?” Warm hands suddenly enveloped your shoulder, startling you which shocked you a bit which caused the voice to kick in a soft a laughter.

“Woah! Easy… I know you’re excited to meet me but let’s exert some patience, shall we?” Meeting Marius’s gaze, you see the glint in his eyes. Great, he’s going to tease that about you for the whole day now.

With Vincent nowhere to be found, your focus retrack back to Marius and you crossed your hands. “Hey, aren’t you the eager one to see me?” Pouting your lip ever-so-slightly, undoubtedly Marius bit the bait. His smirk growing bigger.

“Well, if you say so. Now, chop-chop! Get to work, dear Miss.” His face shifted suddenly, refusing to return your gaze. Shrugging, turning his back onto you, and stepping away. What a petty man! You thought, but before your hand reached him out you step back. Not wanting Marius to get the upper hand you decide to participate in this ‘nonchalant game’, aiming for the top spot.

Hence, you begrudgingly start putting up ribbons. Concocting placements that would strategically fit the best in the venue. Slowly, you completely forget the begrudging feeling and started humming to the tunes that played rhythmically in the background. Amidst it, your mind suddenly buzzed. That’s it! You finally know how to solve the looming problem that’s haunted your brain for days. Staring at the ribbons, you giggled. Marius is in for a surprise.

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Tipsily checking your watch, you see it’s 10.36 PM; 24th December of 2032. You took another sip of red wine Marius prepared you. Cozily waiting for the celebration of Christmas, you decide to spend it in a cabin with Marius. Intending to participate snowboarding, the plan didn’t happen. The snow piled up more than you two thoughts of and so, here you are. Nibbling your olives from the charcuterie board while excessively sipping wine.

You gaze at Marius sitting near the fireplace, deciding to join him. Bringing a giant blanket to cover the both of you, you cozily snug up on him. He embraces you softly, slowly resting his head towards the nape of your neck. Both of you enjoying this silent moment together. Moments pass but the drowsiness never hits you, rather it feels hot. Its like heat bubbling up inside, one look at Marius and you notice you’re not the only one.

Gazing each other, you slowly intertwine into a kiss. From soft wanting kisses it turned into a more ferocious one. Swirling each other’s tongue, panting out of breath whilst your hand crumpled his khaki shirt. Subconsciously, you unbutton few of the top ones. Riding off of the heat, you start to graze your teeth and lick his neck, paying extra attention to the veins.

“Mm…haa… right there Miss…” Marius panted, lifting you up to put you on his lap, direct contact with his clothed bulge. Heat swirling, pooling up your stomach making you dizzy. Trying to keep your head clear, you realize this is the perfect time for the surprise.

“…Marius…. hngg hold on. I… have something to give you…” You whisper weakly, desperately trying to keep the heat inside you from bubbling up. Wriggling your way out of his clutch, you softly put his hand off of your hips. Releasing the intact from his obvious bulge.

Unhappy with how the situation continued, Marius reaffirmed his grip onto yours. “Miss… really? Must it be right now?” Whining, his eyes sparked bits of desperation. Not wanting to release you. Biting back, you shift your fingers to his button shirt, freeing it from him by unbuttoning three buttons from the bottom. Slowly, you caress his abs, swirling it softly. Leaving a ghost of a touch, sending shivers down his spine.

“Now… let’s be a good boy and let me give you something. I promise, it’s worth the wait.” Emphasizing on each word, tapping on each of his abs. He squirmed, loosening his grip on you. Oh, how pretty your boyfriend looks. You wish he knew how his lips, plump after countless kisses you did and his face. His face stained with red from the mix of wine and the feverish heat that intoxicates the both of you.

Taking advantage of this moment, you hurriedly slip away and instantly rummaged your belongings until you find the right one. A red box, filled with beautiful ornaments but most importantly, ribbons. Bringing the box towards him, you scoot just right over to him and opened your mouth “Dear Marius, close your eyes.” Which surprisingly he obliged. Chuckling, you put one of the ribbons to cover up his eye.

“Uh… Miss? What is this for, perhaps?” Grunting, his vision taken away. Marius immediately jolted when you put your hands around his neck and went up close to his ear.

“Now, stay still. Why are you so nervous for? Are you thinking of something…bad?” You exaggerate your voice, sarcasm seeping through while making a mocking gasp. Doesn’t help how this seemed to turn Marius on more, as his cock visibly twitched.

Seeing as he is genuinely staying still, you start to prop up your craft. First, you’re taking the green ribbon, beautifully lush with a hue of lighter grass green. Going from bottom to top, you wrap it around his thigh. Making him buck down while you quickly stop and caress his chest. “Shh, take it easy. We’ll be there when I finish. So let me.” He only answered with another grunt. You continue to wrap around his chest, tying it up with a pretty little ribbon.

Feeling pretty satisfied with yourself, you hastily take another ribbon. It’s red this time. You carefully nudge your way around his neck. Making sure its loose, but he can feel it. You wrap it more times than before, finishing when it reaches his thigh. Nudging him to lay down, you stare at your masterpiece. Your own little gift. Admiring your hard work, you release the ribbon used to blindfold him and look at him expectantly.

“Oh… so this is your little gift to me. How’s it? Tying up a handsome man, very influential too nonetheless. Never expected you to have these thoughts regarding me. Been lonely, hm?” Marius remarked teasingly, but his face melts to a sweet smile. Well, that face is also soon wiped out of his face too. Because you started undressing in front of him.

Peeling off clothes one by one, you scoot closely over to him. It’s cold, and you’re naked. Plus, it’s super embarrassing but that part is soon erased when you start ravaging each other mouths once more. Even when all tied up, Marius still tries to use his tongue to overcome you. You slowly climb up his body, positioning your entrance towards his mouth.

“Lick.”

He did just that, and more. Needing a grip, you start tugging on his hair. At first, it’s a lick, but then he continued – deeper on you, swirling it inside of your clamp walls. Your hips instinctively buck, riding out your high off of his tongue. The cabin floors creak, he starts lapping your wet cunt up with no mercy. Noticing how much you’re enjoying it he ups the intensity, slathering himself in your juice.

“Miss, you look so fucking beautiful… bouncing up and down for me. Just like that…” Marius breathlessly mutters, continuing to lick all your juices. Suckling on your pearl, he coos and pushes hot breaths into it. Making you let out a whimper. Needing more, you push his head whilst jerking his hair, resulting his tongue reaching further into your walls. Clenching on it, you choked on his name and squirted all over his face.

Dazed off of your high, Marius starts to prop his body up. Making you feel just how clearly his cock is twitching, aching to be released. You shudder, the release left you beyond sensitive. “H…haa, Marius…wait….” You feel his hand getting untied, propping them on your naked hips.

“I’d love to Miss… so go on.” Marius smirked, knowing you’re still recovering from before. Refusing to give in to his whims, you start unbuckling his pants. He’s the gift, you’re the one that’s going to savor it. His tip leaking from pre-cum, is enormous. Standing upright you try to line it up with your entrance so it doesn’t slip and oh so slowly, you start to slid your cunt in.

‘Hngg…. Ha….aah….Marius…” You start to move it up and down, squelching noises echoed throughout the cabin. Your hand locking to his neck, needing a grip. You move achingly slow, Marius grunts becomes more and more visible. Visibly gripping the rug till his knuckles went white. You chuckle, nibbling your mouth up his ear while occasionally moaning. Reveling in the fact that there’s nothing he can do about it.

“I… c-can’t. You little minx… driving me insane.” Marius panted, hair damp from all the restraining he had to do. But all his words dry out when he feels you instantly clenching around him from his new nickname, chasing yet another high off of your own.

"F-fuck... didn't know you're sensitive like that Miss..." He whispered barely audible. Hot breaths scorches through your ear. Your own knees start to buckle, pace getting sloppier. Clenching all the while you pull out till his tip and crash down till it hits your cervix, Marius gasped out a moan and you feel it twitch. Skin against skin, you hug till your nails scratch against Marius’s back leaving marks while the two of you chase both of your high. Clenching as hard as you can, you both crash into climax at the same time. Mixing splashes of your fluids, leaving both of you delirium off of the heat.

“M-Miss, please… need more…” Marius whined, which earned a chuckle from you.

“Who’s the winner now?” You flicker your gaze away, musing. You did climax twice and he did only once, plus he obliged even if it was achingly slow for him. Fair game, you’ll let him off this one time.

“Fine.” You sigh, “One time, let’s see what you got. It’d be a shame if I couldn’t even reach orgasm though…” You scoffed playfully, which Marius started acting on. He starts spreading soft kisses. Your nape, your collarbone, your breast. Stopping on your breast, he trails down his fingers down till your stomach – causing an arch down your spine. Closing in on the lower part of your stomach, he starts to circle on your clit.

“F-fuck… you’re so wet. And you said no orgasm? Minx.” He hisses, jamming one finger into you ruthlessly. Your chest heaves, sucking in how expertly he’s using his finger to flicker in-between your walls. Increasing his digits, he jammed two fingers inside you. Relishing in the way you’re grinding against his hand, pinching your pearl which earned a shriek from you. But just before you’re so close… he lets it out.

“What’s that…f-for, Marius!?” You breathed heavily, sounding more desperate than you intended to.

“That’s what you get for trying to play by yourself. Now, open up.” Spreading your hips apart, Marius slid his cock in one thrust. Choking a sound, you grab him hastily for support. It’s an insanely different feeling from before. The intensity, different.

“Hng… Fuck. You’re s-so tight. Loosen up a bit…. will you…?” Hastening the pace, wet slapping sounds wafts through the cabin. Pressing on the bulge inside your stomach, Marius put another stimulation towards you. Trying your best not to lose through the haze of it, you scratch more and more of his back. Each thrust intensified, making louder noises, you start wrapping your legs around him.

“M-Marius…close…. Keep it going….” You blabbered, clenching. Moaning right up to your ear, Marius starts to lose his pace and his thrusts becomes sloppier. Pressing more tightly towards your bulge, you squirm and choked up a tired moan. Feeling you climax, Marius grunts and thrusted a few more till he also climaxed. Relieved, you start propping up your stiff muscles to relax. Only to behold the sight of Marius’s cock, still hard and ready for another round.

“Oh, come on now, Miss. Finish what you started!” Marius whined, which resulted in a pout. You refuse to relent; you already gave him one chance. Maybe you’re lenient with him sometimes, but that’s not today. Huffing, you thought of an idea.

“Okay.”

“Really? We- “

“However, there’s a requirement. You can’t go in. At all.” Sharply cutting him off, you scoffed. This sure is a payback for fucking you so hard before that your hips are basically sore. You see his face falling off.

“Th-that’s not fair.” Marius stuttered, dumbfounded over your answer.

“Well, you wanted something and I rewarded you. Won’t you reward me now for this thing I asked of you Marius. Please?” You mockingly pouted, wishing him to take the bait. He did take it, marvelously. He scoots over out of desperation and softly touched your thigh.

“So, anything… as long as it isn’t your clit can do right?” You slowly nod, starting to grapple what he meant by that. You spread your thigh open, cocking your head high. Signaling agreement to what he’s about to do.

“Well, good luck. Third’s time the charm after all… hm.” You hum, feeling happy over your plan working out. Every single one! Flawlessly. You sense a rubbing in your thigh and your head that’s up at the clouds drags back down to earth again. Flickering your gaze towards Marius. He starts speeding up, grinding against your thigh. Shoveling down all his embarrassment against his desires that’s burning him up. Panting and moaning, making a slobbery mess of himself. You position your thigh to assist him, scooting closer and humming on his ear. Teasing him, you sucked on his neck which propelled him to climax. An orgasm for a hickey, quite an equivalent exchange isn’t it.

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That was intense. You liked it, and Marius liked it though. However, it did take all the stamina out of you. You’re spent. Drowsily, you try to stand up. Hips being sore, the result of foul play of Marius. You wince, going back to your bed. But you can’t go to bed before taking a bath, that’s simply just isn’t an option. So, you sit. Contemplating on what to do.

Setting down bits of his work that he’s been doing, Marius slides to your side of the bed. Moving your hair to one side, resting his head carefully upon your neck while pulling you into a deep hug. He’s so tender with how he moves, careful not to put a single bit of weight upon your spent body. Slowly nuzzling his face to your cheek, he whispered “Care to take a bath, Miss?”.

He must have realized, breaking into a smile you eagerly nod. Propping you up, he carried you ala princess bridal style. Grinning, Marius strides towards the bathroom where a bathtub sits at the center of the bathroom with a bunch of lotion, creams, soaps, shampoo splayed out. Putting you down on a stool, he starts leveling the level of warmth for the water running through the bathtub. Busying himself with picking scents of soaps and shampoos, flickering his gaze towards you ever so slightly once in a while.

Once everything’s ready he makes a show out of it by sprinkling rose petals everywhere then insisting on carrying you. Not letting your feet touch the cool marble ground of the bathroom. He sets you in, then starts softly scrubbing your skin with a sponge. Smoothly handles your hair, making braids out of it in the process. He tends to you like you’re a budding flower, such care and tenderness. Every move earnest and once everything is done, he marvels at the sight of you. Making sure he doesn’t lose out; he scrubs the hell out of himself before both of you return to the couch.

“Marius, why did you specifically pick this cinnamon scent?”

“Well, because I noticed you wafting through the smell of the venue a few days ago and humming when the cinnamon ones are sprawled throughout. Can’t have you forgetting what the occasion is tomorrow.” He sarcastically added, knowing that the both of you just spend Christmas huddling on each other, drinking hot chocolates, and relishing each other’s gifts. Chuckling, you give into his arms. It’s ridden with peppermint. Complimenting the cinnamon. A lovely sight, and a memory that’s etched forever for future Christmas that is to come.

You and Marius sat in the sofa for what it seems a long while, when suddenly the hour beeps and Christmas tunes chimes in. Signifying the change of date into 25th of December, 2032.

Looking at each other, you both smiled tenderly.

“Merry Christmas, Marius.”

“Merry Christmas, Miss.”

“I’m insanely grateful for you, Miss. It shames me how word doesn’t justify but I’m happy to be your gift. Used whenever you like. Because, your own existence into my life has been the most magnificent gift of it all.” Marius spur out his words, pink hues covering his face making his glassy eyes stand out.

“Oh, Marius… You’re a gift to my life too. Life has been such a delight, and I can’t see myself without you.” You softly wrap your arms around his body, nuzzling against his cheek and returning his gaze. You don’t need a mirror to know that the both of you are making the same face right now.

You lean into Marius for a kiss, resulting in a long tender kiss filled with warmth. Both of you taste like candy canes you ate whilst sitting with Marius. Snuggling your head up Marius’s chest, you let out a satisfied sigh. Drowsiness washing the both of you, falling asleep leaning towards each other and awoken by the chirps of a chickadee. Welcoming a Christmas morning, unwrapping each other’s gifts with buzzing excitement.

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[noel-noa]

we're good

marius von hagen x reader

a/n: shout out to that one anon, sorry it took so long!

tw cw // bathroom sex , nsfw , mdni , enemies fucking , something like break up sex but they aren't in a relationship so , dubcon if you squint

“Hey princess” Marius said catching you alone on the bathroom of this mansion. There was a garden party happening right now, forcing you to socialize with those high society brats, yourself included. “Go away, Marius” you replied, not even bothering to look at his way as you re-applied your makeup.

“You really want me to get away when we can do this?” Marius whispered right in your ear then slipped his hand around your waist. You stopped his lips before it could touch your neck. “No, we hate each other remember?” you said to him, still with the same expression as before, bored. “But I hate this party more than I hate you” Marius replied back but you always knew what to say back at him “Well, we aren’t the same because I hate you more”

“C’mon princess, I’m bored as hell here. I already done my fair share of talk with those greedy old bastards” Marius whined, planting his face on the crook of your neck. How to say this, but you really didn’t care and besides maybe this enemies with benefits thing had gone way too long. Maybe it’s time to end this shit once and for all, you thought as you remove his head from your neck and looked face to face at him instead.

“Then go to your little attorney girlfriend. She’s pretty” you said, tapping him on the shoulders before stepping away ready to leave the bathroom but again Marius intercepted your steps. “Hold up, did you reject me because you are jealous?” “No, I’m just saying the truth and truthfully this has gone way too long. We always fight, we are like cocaine and sleeping so it’s better to end it” Marius was speechless, he was confused because for the first time he didn’t sense any sarcastic tone underneath it. For the first time ever you are being sincere with him.

“And honestly I’m thrilled you got someone want to be with your troublesome ass. So what I’m saying is, we’re good Marius” you said, beaming a smile at him. Why did you have to do that? It irked Marius so much that the first time you being sincere and sunshine like this with him was when you thought he was with somebody else. When you were the reason he couldn’t pursue Rosa. She was mature, sweet, kind and playful at times, she balanced him very well. Yet Marius still yearn for you and when you had been nothing but hating him.

Marius wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid beautiful smile off your face, the next thing he knew he was kissing you, his hand on the mirror while the other one placed on your waist. “Marius- ah!“ you wanted to stop this, he was certainly a bit mad and off but you can’t help but moan when he sucked on your lower lip. You began to kiss him back, damn him and his irresistible tongue!

He hoisted your legs up on his shoulder, his lips had moved form your lips to your neck while his other hand had been all over your body.  Marius bit your collarbone a little bit harsher than usual making you yelp out in pleasure. His wandering hand hiking up your shirt revealing your clothed pussy before finally settling in on the opening parts of your lips down there.

“Marius!” You gasped on pleasure while one of his fingers was rubbing you through your panties, it had been damp before but it was soaking wet right now. He was impatient to take it off al the way through, so he opted to pushed it aside, exposing your pussy glistening with your juice.

“Damn look at this glistening pussy, only I can make you wet like this and you are still okay with letting me go after this? Your lips may can lie but your pussy definitely couldn’t”

Marius smirked and you were about to retort something sassy to him back and he knew you, so instead of hearing something he didn’t want. Marius instead one one of his finger inside making you yelp, forgetting about your original complaint. Marius could felt how your pussy had been gushing around his one finger pumped in out and then he added another one, your moans becoming more wanton and needy with the erratic pace of thrust his fingers had been in and out of your body. Marius could felt his cock became suffocated inside of his boxer, it was ready to sprang free and wrapped around your lips down there.

“Are you ready?” Marius said, asking for a confirmation this time, looking you straight at your eyes. You nodded, you couldn’t think of anything else right now. Mind was too clouded with lust to care about your high pride. “Put it in me right now, daddy” you said needily, Marius let out a small chuckle, you always knew the right thing to say to turn him on weren’t you? The same thing with words to break his heart apart to pieces.

With one swift movement Marius placed you on the bathroom stall, your back pressed against it. While his other arm unbuckle his pants and pulling it down just enough for his dick to be free. He didn’t waste a time, almost immediately inserting inside your abdomen. His thrust from the get go was relentless, attacking your lower abdomen in such a brutal pace not letting you adjust to his pretty massive size first. You were taken aback at first but right now your mind only care about cumming all over his pretty cock. And Marius wouldn’t worry about it too much after all he had caved your pussy to his dick shape, with the perfect hold and grip only for him.

Your moans were getting uncontrollable and you didn’t seem to care much if someone had happen to walk in here or hear it. Marius could felt his high was coming, so he kissed your lips in a heated passionate one. Tongues were dancing with each other, his dominating kiss muffled your moans, shifted your attention to his tongue inside your mouth. Marius seated his dick deep inside, hitting your cervix, painting your womb white. With that you came all over him, your cum mixed together inside of you. Marius then broke the kiss, leaving both of you panting and huffing for air from the kiss and your high.

“No, we aren’t good”

Marius then said. If it didn’t prove his point, Marius then didn’t know what else would made you realize that maybe you were mant to be with each other. But you were too dishelved at the moment to response and instead of answering, you found your hands pulling his tie to kiss him hard. Looks like Marius did get his point across though, maybe not to your mind but your body seemed to response to it really well.

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[iceysghost]

hello! i really like your works and i was wondering if i could request red + marius von hagen for your event? maybe based on or after the 2nd anniversary pv, if that's okay!

RED 》 love, passion, determination

◇ Blood rushes through his veins as your deep kisses smear his face with lipstick.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Marius Von Hagen x Female! Reader

Word Count: 637 words

Trigger/Content Warning: kissing, implications of sex, mentions of blood

“And tonight, and every night from now on, I will only belong to you.”

The scent of his perfume merged with yours; this was what he meant by the two of you “sharing the same scent”, wasn’t it? Yet, a simple line that escaped from his mouth would never be enough to describe how intoxicating it was to your senses and how it filled your head with so much love and desperation that it leaked out of you and lingered in the air.

The muffled, soft sounds of folk music, with the boom of the fireworks and the wind rushing through the curtains, everything seemed loud, and distracting, and taking you away from him. But once his lips slid over yours, once his tongue entwined and twisted with yours, you couldn’t hear anything except your heartbeat thumping against your ears and the rustle of your dress on his hands. Every inch of him touching your body, your skin; you felt it, all of it, and it hit and spread all over you, like the splats of paint he held so dearly, splashing onto you and smeared by his fingers and turning you into his canvas.

You sucked on the saccharine taste of his mouth that never seemed to run out. His hand slid under the strap of your dress, and it sent shivers down your spine. His fingers and something else down there seemed to press against you, push your buttons, drive you crazy. Even as he pulled away from you to catch a breath, you leaned towards him again, insisting that you must kiss him, you must touch him, and leaving kisses on his cheek and trailing down his neck. He whined in a mellow voice, finally, something else you could hear, the echo of him; his breathing, and his whispers.

You stopped kissing him for a second, seeing that you sent splats and colors on him too, on his face. He was pink, and red, red, red, everywhere on his cheeks and neck. You flinched, was it blood? The cruel blood you always saw where evil lingered and on everyone’s bodies, whether it was their blood or another’s, whether they were guilty or innocent?

“Why’d you stop?”

You snapped back to your senses and laughed at yourself inside of your head. This wasn’t blood, no, it was the tint of your lips, one of the many lipsticks he gifted you. You pressed a kiss on his cheek for longer than usual and left an even more defined stamp on him.

“You’re making a mess of me, [Name],” he whispered.

God, how you wanted to keep making a mess of him, to stain his whole body with you, to whisper in his ears and kiss his chest, to leave a ring of your red lipstick around his sultry cock, for him to be yours. You wanted to go wild on him, to keep going, to have red all over him, and after your lip tint ran out you’d put some more on. You were obsessed with this color, a color that you once knew to be cruel and violent but was now passionate and erotic.

“I know, Marius, and I’m loving it.”

You pulled away from his arms and left yourself fall onto the bed. Your arms reached out to yank him, directly on top of you, his weight laid all over your body. A gasp left him, a warm breath that made you tingle and gave you strength.

You rolled over, enticing a moan out of him. You were now the one on top of him, straddling him, dominating him. He laughed at your boldness, clearly excited, and he smiled in pure anticipation. His lips moved, you could see each twitch, each curve upwards and downwards before the sound reached you.

“Kiss me.”

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[rosa-qing]

Marius Von Hagen X F! Reader

Smut, Porn without Plot , 🔞

Marius gently trace his lips across your body, leaving soft kiss on it like he's worshipping every corner of your naked body.

Savoring its taste and the way it feels. He reaches your stomach leaving one last kiss before looking up to meet your lust filled gaze.

"Jiejie you're so fucking beautiful and its driving me crazy" He whispered before grabbing the back of your neck crashing his lips againsts yours

"And you're so mine" He whispered againsts your lips

His hands move down your body till they reach your breasts where he squeezes them slightly making you moan with pleasure.

"mhmm, Marius"

He place a kiss on your neck before slowly moving down towards your breasts. He suck on one of your nipple while he gently played with the other.

You could feel your insides dripping wet needing the same attention your breasts are getting. Grinding your thighs to gsve it some attention but Marius push them apart

"ah! Marius please" You begged

He didn't listen and just continue to savor the taste of your breasts until he was satisfied.

The corner of his lips raised at the sight of your dripping wet pussy.

"Is this what you want" He said as he eats you out.

A gasps your lips as he pinch your clit while eating you out

"Yes, Yes shit hmm haaahh" You gripped his hair pulling him closer as your legs wrapped around his shoulders

Grabbing the sheet underneath you, throwing your head in the air as you felt yourself climaxing.

"Thank you for the meal" Licking your fluids off of his lips "But I'm not yet"

He free his throbbing cock from his pants, the sight of it is enough to make you come again.

Teasing you, He grind his cock againsts your pussy making you go insane

"Marius please ahhaah!" You pleaded again

"Please what?" He keep teasing grinding his hard cock on your throbbing pussy

"Fuck me! Please fuck me with your hard cock!" You screamed mind clouded with lust.

Hearing your answer a smile formed on his lips as he thrusts his cock inside your pussy.

"Fuck! you feel so good mhmm" He moaned as your walls squeezes his cock.

He keeps on thrusting and everytime he hits your sweet spot as His name falling past your lips.

Marius lifts you up straddling on top of him, breasts pressed againsts his chests. You run your hands on his hair before kissing him hard. You could feel him quicken the pace as you both chase your orgasms.

"I'm close" He whispered againsts your ear.

You throw your head up in the air, back arching in pleasure as you come againsts his cock.

"Fuck!" He screamed as he filled you up with his cum.

He brush the sticking hair off of your face.You collapsed on top of him while his cock still inside of you.

12-01-22 @rosa-qing

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[voltage-vixen]

Turning the Tables

*This lovely header was made for me by my dear friend @neerons​!

You can still join in on the challenge by finding all of the info HERE

Fandom: Tears of Themis

Pairing: Marius Von Hagen x f!Rosa (MC)

Prompt: Playing dirty in a water fight | Summertime strip tease

Warnings: NSFW, Stripping, Blow jobs, Cunninglus, Cum swallowing

“You sure drenched me pretty well, Miss,” Marius chuckled, glancing at his wet reflection in the mirror upon returning to his bedroom.

“I’m so sorry, Marius!” Rosa groaned, clutching the sides of her face, her head hung in despair while the drenched t-shirt clung to the cuts of his firm body. 

Upon her arrival at the Von Hagen residence, Rosa had been about to enter the home when Marius popped out from the shrubs and squirted her with a water gun. The temporary cool spray provided a relief from the scorching summertime heat blaring down upon them, yet she would never forget how the light in his eyes twinkled in amusement as he jogged away. Casting his head back to flash her an inviting glance almost as if he was daring her to follow pursuit. Never one to shy away from a challenge, Rosa broke into a trot after him, attempting to dodge the spritz of water from the gun that Marius would occasionally turn around and shoot her way. 

“Ha, got you again, Miss!” Marius laughed, fully enjoying the amusement of the way Rosa would playfully roll her eyes each time she fell victim to his water gun antics. 

“Oh, you’re not getting away with it this time,” Rosa retorted, her eyes darting around the property to search for something to aid her in the battle of water when her glance landed on the hose attached to the faucet on the side of the mansion. “Ah-ha! Perfect!”

Dashing over to the new weapon, Rosa hastily turned the spigot to release the fury of water; completely unaware of how high the had turned the pressure until-

SPLASH!

Marius was drenched. Caught off -guard, the water gun fell from his hand and crashed to the ground while droplets of water dripped from his body. From head to toe, Marius was saturated from the intense velocity of the turned up hose. Mortified, Rosa had intertwined her fingers through his and began to usher him to his bedroom muttering under her breath something regarding getting him out of the wet clothing.

“Miss? You know I’m only teasing you, right?”

Marius’s voice snapped Rosa back into the present, reminding her and ensuring that she was very well aware that her boyfriend was very much present and dripping wet which accentuated each of the toned muscles hiding beneath his soaking attire. 

“Do you really like what you see that much?” Marius hummed, aware of the way his girlfriend was ogling him. The way she was checking him out like he was a fine piece of candy was an incentive enough to rile her up even more. One glance at Rosa’s ‘sexy’ eyes was always enough to turn him on. He was determined to tempt her sensual side even more. 

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to see their boyfriend when he…,” Rosa’s voice trailed off when the realization that Marius had just peeled off his shirt and tossed aside. 

“You were saying?” Marius countered, provocatively tracing his hands down his sides until he reached the hem of his waistband. 

Fighting to keep her drool at bay, Rosa was counting all the ways she wanted to lick her tongue over those washboard abs Marius had on display until she noticed his thumbs toying with his shorts. The dampness of the fabric clinging to the very predominant contour of his erection. His fingers encompassed the thickness between his legs he was longing for Rosa to touch, and gave a few hard pumps, stifling back a groan whilst he admired the way Rosa’s tongue ran along the lines of her lips. 

Provoked by his teasing, Rosa shook off his hands and roughly stripped away at his clothing covering his waist. Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees to envelop Marius’s manhood into her mouth. Sliding up and down, Rosa kept her tongue pressed securely against him and would allow the random drop of salvia to drip onto the length of his penis.

“Ah, not bad. Not bad at all,” Marius hissed, clutching a fistful of Rosa’s hair urging her to bob at a more hustled pace.

Rosa adjusted her mouth to focus on the head of his erection and used her fingers to simultaneously jerk Marius’s shaft. Her spare hand lightly groped his testicles and alternated between pinching the soft skin of his sack.

Rosa smiled to herself when she heard the throaty desperate growl escape from Marius, and she furiously swirled her tongue while enhancing the pressure and speed of her movements with her mouth. His eyes disappeared into the back of his head as her focus and the warmth of her mouth turned toward the head of his penis. Her pace would heighten to bring Marius to the edge, only for her to slow down to draw out the anticipation of pleasure.

 Slobbery, sloppy, and feverish were only a few of the adjectives that flooded Marius’s brain when he uttered a sensual groan as he felt the relief of his load spilling into Rosa’s mouth. 

Lapping the remnants of Marius’s salty pre-cum, the heir grunted when Rosa put on a production by seductively tossing her head back to swallow every last drop of his seed. Bearing witness to his woman on her knees before him nearly sent him into an overdrive. The curls of her wild sex hair clung to the perspiration of her cheeks; her lips glistening from the aftermath of his release. Rosa was a sight unlike any other-Marius wanted her. Scratch that-he HAD to have her now.

“Why am I the only one naked right now?” Marius crooned his sweet inquiry while reaching down to tug his girlfriend to her feet. 

The honey laced implication dripped into Rosa’s ear as his tongue danced along the nape of her neck. Marius’s kisses peppered the crevices of her skin, his tongue lapping at the beads of perspiration that poured from her during their frenzy. 

“Because what woman wouldn’t want a hot naked wet man coming undone from her touch alone standing in front of her?”

With breaths sharp and labored from the jolts of pleasure coursing through the veins of his body, the sudden wetness of Rosa’s tongue encircled around the limp of his cock fanned the flames of desire from within the artist. 

“I knew I wouldn’t have to wait too long for round two,” Rosa murmured whilst delivering tantalizing and deliberate slow strokes to intentionally drive the man she loved to a near feral state. 

Ignoring Marius’s groan when she broke away from their encounter, Rosa swiftly rose to her feet and raised her hand to stroke the side of her man’s cheek. The pad of her thumb circled small movements on his skin while her other hand was drawn to his chest. She lightly tapped Marius backwards, urging him to collapse onto the mattress of his bed behind them. Following Rosa’s cue, the heir allowed himself to fall onto his back, captivated by lust as Rosa then stripped her own sundress to the floor and left herself bare before his sight. 

“Now it’s your turn to be the good boy,” Rosa crooned, straddling Marius’s face until she was settled right above his mouth. “Tease me. Touch me, Make me feel how you’re currently feeling.”

Her demand was met with not words, but instead a delightful intrusion; a warmth assaulting and caressing her folds by paying a very special attention to the sensitive bud of her womanhood. 

The remainder of this hot summer day was spent with the couple mutually championing one another, turning the tables again and again until both were completely lost in an endless nirvana of bliss.

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[valkyrayn]

congratulatory sex is in order // Marius x F!Reader

Tags: Boxer!Marius, black tank top!Marius, rough sex, locker room sex, wall sex, mirror sex, all the sex, cum swallowing, deepthroat, fingering, dirty talk, sweat kink, blood kink (if you squint)

posted on ao3 if you wanna leave comments <3

Marius von Hagen in that stupid, fucking, black tank top is your undoing. 

The damned material clings to his body, sticking to his skin from being soaked with his sweat and accentuating the well-defined contours of his ridiculously fit physique. The fabric adheres to him, creasing as he flexes, tracing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs. 

Your eyes return to his face, now fixated on it—the once-perfect, nearly flawless complexion now marked by cuts, one near his eyebrow and another on his bottom lip. A faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays a moment of pain, but he quickly regains his composure when his gaze meets yours. 

And then a fucking wink. 

The same wink he gave you this morning, before dipping his head in between your thighs and proceeding to put your body through two mind-numbing orgasms with just his tongue and fingers—without even finishing himself off. You had offered to get him off, probably slurred your words saying something about his cock being hard still and that you want to take care of it. Instead, he slipped off the bed and planted a kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom in a rush. 

You barely remember when you had drifted back to sleep. When you woke up, his text read that his coach needed him early at the stadium so he’ll just meet you there later. 

A few minutes later, another text came through but this time with a photo. It’s a mirror selfie, his face half covered by his phone. You barely noticed it anyway because your eyes went straight to the incredibly obvious hard-on straining against his grey sweatpants. 

“This is all your fault, babe.” 

The sound of giggling girls, broke you out of your lustful reverie, hurtling you back to present time.

Your fiance is too attractive for his own good. He’s hot—anyone with eyes can attest to that. But there’s something different about the way he looks now. Almost as if he’s matured overnight. Especially now that he’s let his hair grow longer than usual.

He’s just so goddamn nice to look at. 

It’s almost like watching a car crash; you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, memories flooding in once again. Can’t seem to forget the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit and the delicious stretch of your pussy when he eases inside you. 

What sounded like a whimper escapes your throat, suddenly feeling a little too hot in the otherwise air-conditioned stadium. 

From the distance, you notice how his body stiffens when some of the girls begin putting their hands on him. Surely that’s the sign to go and drag your man out of that crowd, right? 

But your lust-clouded brain has something else in mind. Something downright sinful, you feel the heat rising to your neck just thinking about it. 

Marius' violet eyes bore into your skull, waiting for you to come forward to offer congratulations on his victory. Instead, you observe his growing impatience from a distance as he keeps his focus on you while nodding absently to the crowd swarming him—paying no attention to the women reaching out to touch his arms, men giving him pats on the back, and cameras flashing in his face.

Feeling bold, driven by your arousal, you pull out your phone and start typing. As you glance back up, your eyes lock with his, conveying a silent message that he instantly understood. He immediately makes a move to exit the crowd.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him struggle to push his way through, only to be pulled back in. You take the opportunity to leave the stadium, not before flashing him with a smirk.

—------

It didn’t take him long to find you—knowing exactly which cubicle in the locker room you are in since it’s the only one with big enough space for two people to stand in. 

Distracted and briefly fascinated at the phallic-shaped graffiti adorning the wall, you almost didn’t hear him enter the cubicle. You spin around to face him with a gasp, momentarily forgetting that you were expecting him only to be met with his hard body pushing you against the wall before firmly restraining your wrists above your head.

“I got your message.” His breath is hot against your neck, his voice igniting that familiar sensation throughout your body. A small noise escapes your lips, breath hitching as you feel the brush of his lips against your skin. 

“Care to repeat what you texted me…” he trails, licking the spot just under your jaw. “...to my face?”

He withdraws, his grip around your wrists tightening as he leans forward to stare into your eyes. His hair, tousled and damp with sweat, partially covering his eyes you can still see through them; how they have darkened with lust.

Your eyes are drawn to the sight of his blood making its course down the side of his face, travelling down his jaw, and finally, dripping onto your skin, settling right between your cleavage. You inhale sharply as you watch the scarlet liquid disappear behind the low neckline of your blouse, making its way down, between the valley of your breasts. 

And then his mouth is on you, capturing your lips in a fierce, primal kiss. You can hardly call it a kiss with the way his tongue is invading the hot caverns of your mouth, forcefully pushing past your lips to taste you. You swallow each other’s moans and grunts, greedy, to take and give—while you grind against his thigh, slotted in between your legs. 

What began as a kiss has evolved into something more carnal, too erotically charged to be called just a kiss.

There’s something erotic and especially sinful about it too; tasting the metallic tang of his blood when you bite onto his lip, prompting a sharp hiss against your mouth.

“Say it…” he urges, his mouth abandoning yours to lick the skin between your breasts, swiping his tongue over the trail of blood. You let out a gasp when his mouth latches onto your nipple, stiff and protruding against the cotton of your blouse—reminding you that you have intentionally left the house without a bra for this very reason.

His grip on your wrists loosens, giving you momentary relief from the restraint. But as soon as you attempt to pull away, he rises back to his full height to pin you even more firmly against the mirror.

“You’re not going anywhere until you say it…” Your cunt clenches at how deep his voice is laced with that familiar authoritative tone that you normally only hear him use at work. The smirk on his face grows wider when you start arching your hips towards him, desperately chasing for friction. 

To say you are aroused is a gross understatement. You need him to take you, right then and there, in this fucking cubicle, and do the most disrespectful, downright filthy bordering on illegal things to you—until you both are left flushed and unable to look at each other in the eyes in the aftermath. 

With the way he’s looking at you, that is a promise—only waiting to be fulfilled once you say what he wants to hear.

“Come on, jiejie.”

Your chest heaves, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, overwhelmed with the aching desire for his body to be pressed onto yours, for any form of friction, for anything. You wanted to play the game a little longer, but you failed to anticipate how quickly he could reduce you to becoming this whimpering horny mess. You never stood a chance. 

And so with a sigh, finally admitting defeat, you crane your neck to look at him right in the eyes.

“Find me.

So you can finish what you started this morning.

I want you to fuck me until my legs don’t work.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, feeling flustered at the words leaving your mouth—aroused by your own boldness. You hear the sound of laughter reverberating within his chest as he leans forward to nip on your earlobe. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for….”

The buttons on your blouse are sent flying into the air as he savagely rips it open, exposing your bare tits to him, heavy and begging to be touched. His impatience has him grabbing onto your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them with his calloused hand. Your hands that are now free start roaming his body with equal fervour, craving to feel the heat of his skin and sweat against yours.

The hands that were on your tits have travelled their way down your body, causing your body to tremble against him. “Marius—” His name comes out as a whisper, slightly startled at the hand that has found its way beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh.

Marius hums by your ear, amused at the way your body is reacting to his every touch, each igniting fire in its wake. “So watching me beat up a guy does it for you?” He pushes his fingers against the fabric of your panties, feeling it drenched with your arousal. “You’re soaking wet…just like I left you this morning.”

You grind against his fingers, wanting, needing more, silently cursing at the impeding garment—wishing you had left the house without it as well. 

“Yes…seeing you so into it…the fight…it’s hot.” You manage to speak despite how fogged your brain is with arousal. “You did so good…congratula—ah!” 

Your chest heaves with a sharp intake of breath when he pulls the fabric aside and plunges two fingers inside your cunt. “And seeing me bleed…that does it for you too?” 

You whimper pathetically. “Y–yes..f–uck…oh…yes it does—fuck.” Words leave you in broken syllables, your focus locked into the sensation of being fingered with his skilful fingers. “M–arius…pl-ease…”

He pushes in deeper until his knuckles are brushing against your folds, coating his digits with your arousal. The tickling sensation of your fluids dripping the inside of your thighs has you clenching your walls around him, making him groan in satisfaction—relishing in the tightness of your cunt. 

Marius wraps his free hand around your neck, his thumb tracing the underside of your jaw—gaze trained on your glassy eyes, tears forming at the edges from sheer pleasure alone. The brief silence is broken by the wet squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, and then hooking them inside you—making your entire body jerk against him. 

“Good girl…so tight around my fingers. I can’t wait to put my cock inside you.”

He flicks your clit with his thumb and starts tracing circles, smearing your cream all over your folds before plunging his fingers to new depths, pressing against the spot inside you that only he can reach. “Cum, princess.”

His grip tightens around your neck as you erupt into a powerful orgasm with a choked scream of his name; squirting onto his hand, coating his skin with your scent. Your release exits your body profusely, leaving behind a mess.

Your body shudders against him as you continue to ride your high by grinding into his hand, aching to prolong the pleasure. 

Marius steps back, leaving some room for you to move. Still, you remain paralysed with your back against the mirror as you attempt to recover pieces of your sanity, attention gradually snapping back into place as you focus on the rise and fall of your chest. 

Keeping his gaze on you, you watch as his hand travels south and then finally rests against the front of his boxer shorts. With a sharp hiss, he wraps his fingers around the outline of his erection, straining behind the polyester. 

With a small exhale, you finally push away from the mirror, hand reaching out to him before placing it against the hard planes of his chest. You feel the ripple of his muscles underneath, flexing involuntarily at your touch. He makes a move to pull his top off but you stop him. 

“No. Keep it on…please. You—I want you to fuck me…with it on….” You gather your bottom lip with your teeth, both embarrassed and aroused at your own admission.

His pupils widen at your request, and a sly smile plays on his lips, watching your cheeks flush with rosy hues.

Your hand clenches into a fist around the fabric of his tank top, pulling and pressing your body hot against his, mind reeling at how big he is towering over you. His tall height and broad shoulders are covering you almost entirely from the overhead light. Marius wraps his fingers around your wrist, and what sounds like a whisper of your name escapes past his parted lips.

His tongue darts out, swiping subconsciously over the cut on his bottom lip—still fresh with blood, prickling from the side of his mouth. 

You crash your lips against his, and he reciprocates the intensity with a groan which quickly turns into growls, hunger coursing through him, greedy to take his fill. When he pulls away for air, he swipes his thumb over your lips, smearing your lipstick messily before inserting it inside your mouth. You moan around his thumb, mouth parting wider to take two more fingers—sucking on them earnestly, savouring the taste of your sex on his digits. 

“Knees.” 

You barely register his voice, mind hazy from the multitude of sensations coursing through you simultaneously. He leans in next to your ear and repeats it.

“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”

—------

Tears start forming at the corner of your eyes as you take him deeper. There is something wildly animalistic in the way he’s fucking your mouth. With your hair gripped tightly around his fist, his other hand is braced against the mirror behind you, allowing him to angle his hips to meet your face. There were no gentle swirls around the tip or kitten licks up his shaft—he wouldn’t allow it. He had shoved his entire length into your mouth the moment you parted your lips to receive him, forcing his way in until you gag. 

His musky, masculine scent is intoxicating; a delectable fusion of his sweat and expensive cologne. You breathe in the subtle undertones of amber and wood on his skin, its fragrance so familiar to you and yet the effects on you remain consistent. Marius exploits this knowledge, finding amusement in how even a whiff can turn you on almost immediately as if it were a switch.

“Fuck–-fuck—take my cock…just like that. That’s it…breathe, baby. Don’t forget to breathe.” He coos softly as he pushes himself deeper, testing your limits, hips rocking against your face until the tip of your nose brushes against the soft curls of his bush. Whilst everyone was focused on the fight, your eyes were fixated on the happy trail peeking just above the waistband of his shorts. Another knowledge he uses to his advantage, noticing how your eyes would darken with unmistakable lust at the sight of it by deliberately letting his towel hang too low on his hips.

With your mouth full of his cock, your moans are muffled—the vibrations causing his knees to buckle, threatening to give out, but he quickly recovers, slamming his fist against the mirror. 

“Fuck! Your mouth—I can fuck your mouth all day—” His hips snap forward, releasing his grip around your hair to cradle the back of your head, shielding you from what could have been a concussion. You shut your eyes, concentrating on the sound of his knuckles hitting the mirror to distract yourself from gagging.

Suddenly he withdraws, and his cock is pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your chest heaves as you begin to rapidly breathe through your mouth. 

“Get up.” 

Not waiting for you to move, he bends down to pull you up from the floor and steers you back until you collide against the cold surface of the mirror with a light thud. He leans forward to lick a stripe down the column of your neck, stopping just above your collarbone to suck onto the skin, leaving his mark. Your eyes flutter close, savouring the lingering sting.

“Please…please—Marius…” 

You can feel his mouth curling into a smirk against your skin, amused at your neediness. He swipes his tongue over his mark before straightening his shoulders, looming over you again. He grabs onto your jaw—leans forward to lick your lips, and then gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Brace yourself against the mirror, babe. I’m going to fuck you so hard—you’re gonna need to hold on...” he whispers against your lips. 

Marius turns you around to face the mirror, his hips pressing against your back, stiff cock nestling between the crack of your ass. You moan at the cold sensation from the mirror against your skin—your cheek and bare tits are pressed against it. His fingers grip your waist, roughly tugging your hips backwards until your forearms are the only thing supporting you against the mirror.

And then he’s kneeling behind you, skirt pushed up around your waist and large hands spreading you apart. He jerks your hips back, and your arms slide down the reflective surface, nearly slipping off entirely, saved only by your skin sticking to the glass.

He drags the flat of his tongue up your cunt, his thumb tracing the seam of your lips, now soaked with cum and saliva. His fingers rub against your folds, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves nestled between them, pinching them between two fingers before inserting the same two digits inside you. 

“Please…please fuck me.”

“I am fucking you…” His hot breath brushes against your thighs.  

“Need your cock…need…want you inside…please…”

Marius spits into your gaping hole, not that you needed the extra lubricant, and then pushes his fingers in deeper, spreading your walls apart from the inside as he rises from the floor and back onto his feet. Threading his fingers through your hair, he tugs—forcing your body to arch backwards and your eyes to meet his through the mirror. 

“Mmm so needy. Aching for my cock.” He pulls his fingers out, half satisfied from not making you come again around him, only because he too wants to have his cock shoved inside you. “Open your mouth.” 

You comply, obedient, lips parting just slightly only to be forced open wider by his fingers. “Taste how good that is…that’s all you, baby.” You observe yourself in the mirror, tear tracks and precum staining your cheeks, lipstick and blood smeared at the corner of your mouth, dishevelled hair and ruined mascara. 

Despite not getting fucked, yet, you look, in every conceivable manner, thoroughly and utterly fucked. 

He teases the entrance of your cunt with the head of his cock, dipping only slightly past your lips before withdrawing, leaving you clenching desperately around nothing. You shoot him a glare through the mirror and he breaks out into laughter, fucking prick. 

You bask momentarily at his amusement, only to have your breath knocked out of your lungs when he suddenly shoves his cock all the way in; hips snapping forward until his pelvis meets yours with a resounding smack.  

Your eyes flutter close, jaw slack and tongue lolling out—brain reduced to mush, subject to nothing else but the overwhelming pleasure of having every ridge and vein of his dick, gliding against your walls. 

“Oh and…try not to be too loud. The reporters…” He palms your tits, feeling them sway in rhythm to his pounding. “…they’re looking for me.”

Your eyes snap open, realisation sinking in, the unmistakable sound of voices and scuffing of shoes just outside the walls of the room—

“I saw him walking down this hallway.”

“Is he in the bathroom?”

“No, pretty sure he turned this corner.”

“Probably in the locker room.”

“It’s locked though.”

Silence.

“Let’s wait—“

“Break down the door—“

“What—“

Eyes wide with panic and anxiety spiking, you push away from the mirror to try and leave or hide or anything from the reporters attempting to break into the room, only to be forcefully shoved back against the surface—Marius’ firm body pinning you from behind. 

“Marius…no we have to—they’re going to—.” 

“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on me…I want you to come for me…you’re close love, I can feel you.” He plants a kiss on your cheek and then resumes his harsh pace. His cock, heavy and full inside you, reaching new depths at each violent thrust. 

“But—oh my go—fuck!” Words die on your lips when the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, hurtling you towards an orgasm, so mind-numbingly good your legs start to give out. 

There’s ringing in your ear from having your brain fucked to oblivion—and you almost missed the muffled but familiar voice of Vincent just outside the room.

“...force entry, we will pursue legal actions against you.”

“Step aside. Who even are you?”

“Vincent Kim.” 

Marius drives you back towards the mirror, pressing the front of your body flat against the surface, fingers threading through your hair to tilt your head back. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day…after leaving you in bed like that in the morning….” He grinds his hips from behind, fucking you slowly, a momentary respite from his merciless pounding. “...is all I could think about. I wanted the match to be over with so I can finally fuck you. Just like this…with your cunt wrapped around my cock…you’re perfect.”

He suddenly lifts you off the floor, hooking your legs over his arms, locking his hands behind your head, settling you into a full nelson before sheathing himself back inside your obscenely dripping cunt. Your eyes snap open, arousal surging through you at the sight of yourself in the mirror—legs spread wide, cunt swollen and impaled by his thick cock. 

Both you and Marius’ eyes are fixated on where you are joined—each withdrawal coats his cock with your cream. For a moment, you both just stare at the erotic sight of his penis splitting your cunt open. 

“Where do you want me?” 

Your head lolls to the side, pleasure overtaking your body and mind causing you to slip back into incoherence. 

“Tell me, baby. Where do you want me to cum? In your mouth?” He licks the mark he left at the side of your neck, tantalisingly, tickling your skin. “On your pretty face?” He leans in, breath ghosting against your flushed cheeks.

“Maybe your beautiful tits?” He gives a particularly hard thrust so he can watch your breasts bounce, nipples erect from his teasing earlier. 

He kisses your cheek—gently, while his cock splits you open repeatedly. 

“Or inside your greedy little cunt?” 

Your walls clench around his dick and he hisses against your lips, his brows furrowing as he wills himself not to come just yet. “Anywhere, Marius please just—anywhere you want!” You can’t even discern whether it’s sweat or tears running down your cheeks—and too fucked out to even realise you were practically screaming. 

You seem to be getting wetter at each thrust, your juices oozing past your joined flesh and onto his abs. The stench of sex is heavy in the air, especially in such a small space—anyone who decides to occupy it next would no doubt know what went down in there. 

“Marius, please…pleaseee…”

He chuckles next to your ear. “You’re so cute when you beg. Let me hear it again.”

You’re going to kill him. 

He continues to piston into you, pace faltering and you know he’s close—but his need to tease is greater than his urge for release. It frustrates you to no end and you make a mental note to seek payback when you get home. 

“...hate you. Please cum…inside. I need to feel you inside me.” 

He abruptly stops, pulling your body tight against him. You whine at being stretched to the limit, both limbs and cunt. 

“So you do want me to fill you up? 

“Mmmngh…” 

“You want to watch yourself getting filled with cum, don’t you?”

“Mmmngh…yes, please. I want to—” 

Marius lifts you up, leaving only his tip in. “Then keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch me do it.” And then, thrust.

“Fuck oh—fuck!” 

“Pump every single drop inside you. You’re going to take it all in like a good girl.” Your eyes, despite threatening to flutter close, try to focus on the erotic view of your used body in the mirror. Your walls clamp tight around him, desperate and begging for his load. 

He fucks up into you at a brutal pace, faster and then eventually, it falters—his thrusting falling off rhythm, messy. 

“Fuck—I’m…”

“Marius—please it’s so good…it’s so…” 

He moans into your ear, and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before doing the same—both succumbing to the pleasure of such powerful orgasms, that you swear you flatlined at some point and came back to life.  

You feel his chest heave behind you as he struggles to catch his breath, eyes shut as he continues to ride his release whilst still holding on to you, muscles of his forearms twitching from fatigue. You can still feel his cock jerk against your walls, and now that the wave has passed, you become very aware of how much your body is trembling. 

“Fuck, do I love fucking you raw.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and sighs, content from having his balls drained. 

You smile, nuzzling against him. 

“Filled you up too much?” He says with a grin, nodding at the direction of your reflection in the mirror, particularly your cunt. You blush at the sight of it, still plugged with his cock but now swollen from being thoroughly used and oozing cum. You clench your walls in an attempt to keep it in, pulling out a groan from him. “Shit—still sensitive.”

“Sorry!”

After a few more seconds, he finally places you down and as soon as your feet touch the floor, your knees buckle, sending your body forward. Marius wraps his arms around you, catching you in time before you fall headfirst against the mirror. 

After the initial shock, you erupt with a giggle as you find your footing again. Marius shakes his head in amusement. 

“You got what you wanted, babe.” He grins, all smug. With a wistful sigh, you lean your weight against him, snuggling into his embrace. He brushes your hair to the side and kisses your shoulder.

He helps you redress, but not before sneaking the chance to slip his fingers in your cunt once again, causing to you to fall forward against him, nails sinking into his biceps to keep your balance. He leans his forehead against yours with his fingers inside you—pushing his load deeper and simultaneously stimulating you into another orgasm. 

“Did I mention how much I love seeing you get off on my fingers?” He whispers as if there were people nearby who could hear you. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth to lick him clean, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. He grabs onto your chin and kisses you.  

And then a knock on the door. 

Marius sighs against your lips but refuses to pull away. On the opposite side of the door, a throat clears—a familiar signal you've come to associate with Vincent.

“Taken care of?”

“Yes, Master Marius.”

“Thanks, Vincent. Prepare the car.” 

Marius turns his attention back to you, kissing you gently before gathering you into his arms, and hugging you tight. “Told you not to worry, right? Now—”

He exhales dramatically, lips curling into a pout. “Where’s my congratulations? I can’t believe you of all people have not wished me congratula—”

“I literally tried!”

“No, you didn’t.”

You let out a big huff.

“I did—I tried but you cut me off with your fingers inside me!”

“Well, I’m sorry for not noticing because I was too busy trying to make you cum!”

——

a.n posted this at 12 something am on my birthday lmao. my birthday gift from me to me and to all of you. enjoy the food!! i love you all 💜

#brainrotdump #marius von hagen smut #brainrot #tears of themis smut #lu jinghe smut #cn server spoiler

[sdaomine]

Sweet Dreams, Detective

Luke Pearce suddenly hears indecent noises in the middle of the night.

==

“Woah, there’s only one bed?” Marius inquired the moment they entered their suite.

“Oh? And which fool was in charge of booking our suite tonight?” countered Vyn, almost snarling, and the younger man—despite his towering height—felt himself shrink under the doctor’s icy stare. “I am exhausted. Please,” Vyn groaned, his fingers reaching to massage his temples. The bed was probably the most seductive thing in his eyes right now.

Marius fumbled with his phone. “Ah, shit. Sorry, I’ll check our booking—”

“I think it’s fine. The bed’s fairly big. Three of us can fit and there would still be some teeny tiny space left." Luke shrugged his shoulders and plopped on the bed nonchalantly, the mattress sinking under his weight. "Whatever you guys decide. I'm all right with anything. I'm pretty tired too…." And pretty drunk. He knew he shouldn't have taken a few more beers without his NSB meds.

“Then I’ll take the couch,” Artem said. Everyone mumbled their agreements.

 Marius glanced over Vyn, then, golden eyes still shooting him daggers. He of all people should’ve known how much of a bitch Vyn can get when he’s tired and sleepy, but he's used to it by now, anyway.

Despite himself, Marius crossed his arms and cocked a questioning brow.

“Fine,” Vyn said, his tone resigned. “I do not have a choice, yes?”

Marius rested his hands on his hips. “Eh, I’ll just make it up to you. What do you want?”

“Just let me sleep in peace.” Or not.

“Meh, easy-peasy. Go on, then. The bed looks nice.” Marius took off his coat, draped it atop the couch; the rest of the team also removed their pieces of clothing, all eager to finally get their much-awaited sleep. Everyone’s so exhausted it’s possible they’d awake hours past eleven.

Their case this time around was quite more challenging than the previous ones. It was complex enough that the team was required to travel across the globe, proceed to investigations immediately after stepping down from the plane, even with the jetlag. Vyn could barely stand; he had to quit his morning tea and chug three mugs of Artem's strong coffee, and with little to no rest, the entire team had to go mingle in a crowded—crowded was an understatement—bar the whole night in an attempt to get their hands on the investigation’s main suspect.

But to no avail.

And now they’re in a one-bed hotel room after half a night of fake partying, and the team realized that fake partying was much more challenging than actually partying; and they did all of that for nothing, which led a frustrated Marius down a whole bottle of wine and Vyn, his remaining sanity thrown out of the window, joined in chugging some alcohol, too. It was quite surprising they didn't get that drunk.

Artem would’ve, if he drank in the first place.

Speaking of Artem, the senior attorney was already passed out on the couch; Luke already lying on his back on the king-sized bed, and Vyn now crawling onto the sheets. Marius followed suit and positioned himself beside the older man. “Please don’t kill me in your sleep. You almost did last time,” he reminded Vyn.

“Sleep on the floor, then.”

Marius stuck out his tongue. “In your dreams.”

“Do not bother me in my sleep, or I must kill you for real.”

“Don’t you think your threats are getting a little too old?” I kept kissing your neck the other night, and you didn’t really kill me for that…

“Just let him sleep, man,” Luke chided, throwing him a glare from the other side of the bed. Marius was on the left, Vyn in the middle, then Luke beside him. “Can you switch off the lampshade?”

“Yeah, sure.” Marius flicked his finger on the switch, and the light shut. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, man.”

“I hope you get a nightmare,” Vyn murmured, and Luke bit back a chuckle.

Marius rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Vyn,” he countered, pulling himself under the covers. It wasn’t too soon when quiet hung over the suite, and everyone was asleep.

Or so Luke thought.

He was awake, the bright detective. Why, for that night they went to the bar his Rosa had a little too much to drink and slipped up, confessing her love for him. Oh, how her face turned red at the realization she'd revealed to him her affection—Luke blushed at the sheer memory of it. And you know what the best part is? Rosa said she'd call him tonight, and he was all but anticipated, restless as he waited for his phone to ring, to see the name Rosa written on the screen.

Twelve minutes, came his thought. Twelve minutes before she calls—twelve minutes before it’s two in the morning and he’d hear the sweet melody that was her voice again. The pretty sound that would lull him to a peaceful sleep… oh, her voice, he wanted to hear her talk the entire night.

But instead of her voice that he so patiently waited for, Luke started gathering… other kinds of sounds. Like barely suppressed sighs, and small whispers, and… and…

Oh—oh shit.

Those voices. They were definitely coming from Vyn. And Marius. The two were fucking necking each other, thinking Luke was dead asleep. He’s not, but they didn’t have to know that.

But that’s the problem. Luke was wide awake, 1000% awake, and he’s hearing all the things he wasn’t supposed to hear, like the quiet sighs coming from Vyn, the sounds of Marius’ wet kissing, the now slightly-labored breathing, and worse, Marius was fucking doing dirty talk.

“Hah—ah, you want that?” Marius whispered against Vyn’s ear, before leaving a trail of small kisses along his jawline. “Mm, ah—you’re so delicious…”

Luke bit his lower lip—hard, it almost bled—as he made a futile attempt to conceal the unholy noises. Goddammit goddammit goddammit they’re doing it beside me oh my god, stop, please stop, oh my god—

But somehow it got only worse, because he could feel someone—Vyn, probably—grind softly; grinding on Marius, he was sure about that, and the once quiet sighs were now getting a tad louder. “Ah! Right there, oh, Marius…” Vyn sighed, inhaling sharply—Marius seemed to attend to his needs, for his sighs were slowly transitioning into moans, and he sounded so lewd Marius swore he could jerk himself off just from the sound of Vyn’s voice. “Marius—ah! God, more…”

“So needy for me, huh?” He tongued his lover’s neck, sucked on his skin, marking Vyn for himself; whether or not the others would see the hickey tomorrow, he didn’t care. “Like that time in the lounge, yeah? On that—hah—couch…”

Luke swallowed, and his eyes screwed shut. The couch…?

“Ah—I missed fucking you on that couch. Let’s try there again instead of your bedroom after our team meetings—oh fuck, just like that–”

There was only one couch in the NXX lounge, Luke recalled. And that was his favorite couch. It has always been his when he called dibs on that soft cushion.

And now, because there’s only one couch in the lounge, and Marius mentioned he fucked Vyn on said couch in the lounge, then that would mean…

They fucked on Luke’s favorite couch in the lounge.

Luke wanted to sob then and there, but he couldn’t, lest the two discover he’s awake the whole time. My favorite couch… that’s my favorite couch, you guys…

Luke wished his grieving for the couch would last longer, but alas, those sounds have now gotten worse that he didn’t have the heart to even grieve with those background noises. He held his breath and tried not to move too much. Just finish up, just finish your business quickly—

“Marius… ah! There, ah, please—mmph!”

“Shh,” Marius hushed quietly, clamping his hand around Vyn’s mouth. “Tone it down. Luke might hear you,” he murmured, his kisses finding home on the doctor’s collarbone; soon, his tongue started licking languidly on the beauty mark he had long been obsessing over.

Well fuck you, Marius. I’m awake and you guys are doing a live ASMR!

Luke couldn’t open his eyes. He wouldn’t dare, not when his two colleagues were doing the nasty. He’d last long, he thinks, and all he needed to do was play the part of Luke Pearce sleeping like a dead log; maybe then he would actually fall asleep, and then he wouldn’t have to hear those noises, wouldn’t hear Vyn’s hot moaning—

Shit, stop. Did I just think Vyn’s moans are hot? Oh no, oh no… I’m straight, I’m only into Rosa, and—oh well, am I? Oh my god…

Luke’s eyes fluttered open, just slowly. And shut again. Just one eye, he told himself, and when he did Luke decided he wouldn’t do it anymore, because the first thing he saw was Vyn’s back facing him, one of his wrists held tightly by Marius who, at the moment, was almost on top of Vyn, french-kissing.

Oh and Vyn was really sighing really loud, Luke wondered how Artem was still asleep.

Now he had his eyes closed, because one, he was not supposed to see that, and two, he’s in denial because he just thought Marius looked hot being dominant like that. Nope. Nope. You’re into Rosa. You’re into Mari—I mean, Rosa!

Marius forcefully pinned Vyn’s wrists down the bed, draping his legs over the older man’s own. The young von Hagen ground slightly against the doctor’s growing bulge, teasing him. Vyn’s breath hitched.

“Shit, you look pretty like this,” said Marius. True enough, there was a little light coming from the window for the curtains were not properly closed, and Vyn looked immaculate, godly, as he writhed under Marius.

Seeing the younger man eyeing him so lustfully, he muttered, “Fuck you.”

“Now?” Marius leaned down, pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

Vyn bit back a moan. “Hah—not now. When we are alone.”

“Hm? But you sound really hot right now…” Marius cooed, “let’s fuck in the bathroom?”

Although it was a little conflicting with his actions, because Marius now had his fingers wrapped around Vyn’s cock, his hand stroking up and down its full length, eliciting yet another lewd whimper from the older man. “Shit,” Marius hissed. “I really want to fuck you.”

Luke’s face scrunched up. And I really want to sleep, Marius… came the detective’s inner thought, however there was uncertainty whether it’s because, once again, he was not supposed to hear this, or because he was afraid he’d get hard from witnessing and hearing all this. Sometimes it’s perfectly alright to kid oneself though, he thought, and so Luke went for the first reason. It’s fine. He’ll eventually—

Oh, fuck. My nose… my nose is itching…

“Hah—do not stop,” Vyn breathed against Marius’ neck, squirming under his touch. “You can fuck me however you wish, but—ah, please, right there…” he moaned, his own hand also reaching for Marius’ cock, gently wrapping his fingers around his girth. Marius let out a string of curses as Vyn began stroking his dick.

Luke nibbled on his lower lip as he heard clearly those soft, squelching sounds, moans so obscene the detective considered them quite befitting for some A-class porn.

A vague heat seeped on his cheeks. The slight shaking of the bed also didn’t help at all—especially his itching nose.

Luke wanted to pick on his nose badly, but his colleagues weren’t finished with their thing yet. If he moved, even for a bit, they would know he was awake the entire time, and that would be embarrassing for everyone… Please. Luke Pearce, you must persevere.

Luke decided he’s undeserving of his NSB career if he couldn’t help picking his nose. But the good thing was, Marius and Vyn seemed to be close to finishing stroking each other’s you-know-whats, and Luke would at last be at peace.

“Fuck, I’m close. I’m close.” Marius took hold of Vyn’s face with his free hand, pulling the man closer to him. “Don’t stop. Goddammit, you’re so hot. Fuck.”

“Me too,” Vyn whimpered, his breathing erratic. Marius—and Luke, although he wouldn’t admit it yet—took note of how hot that dulcet voice sounded, filling the rather heated atmosphere that hung over the three of them. “Hah—I’m almost there.”

“I got you.” A wet kiss on the lips. “I love you.”

Luke almost choked. I love you? Did Marius just say I love you? Oh god, my nose still itches—

“I—ah, shit—love you…” Vyn managed to say in between heavy breathing.

DID VYN JUST SAY I LOVE YOU TO MARIUS? DUDE. WHY AM I MISSING SHIT? DID ANYONE KNOW ABOUT THIS? IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD—oh shit. My nose. I can’t pick my nose! Arghhhhh—

Feeling the familiar wave of pleasure wash over, Vyn buried his face in Marius’ chest, no longer able to contain his sighs that only meant immense bliss; Marius soon came after him, grabbing a fistful of Vyn’s hair as he pulled him on a sultry kiss. The bed shook, and Luke, who could no longer stop himself from picking his nose, took the opportunity—his colleagues must still be on cloud nine after all that, and so they did not notice when the detective’s hand reached up to his face. God, yes. Finally. I didn’t know picking my nose would be this challenging.

Luke held back a loud sigh; it was easier than suppressing the need to pick his nose, anyway. He also wondered if his dear colleagues were asleep already, since they suddenly went all quiet, but well, doing that was surely exhausting. So yeah, they’re probably in their own dreamy wonderlands by now, and Luke wouldn’t need to worry about them anymore.

Until something lit up, and Luke’s phone rang in the silence. Rosa.

After what seemed to be an eternity of waiting his Rosa called at last, but gods save him and his horrible luck because he couldn’t possibly ‘wake up’ and answer her call right away; the two beside him had only recently finished jerking off from one another, and it hasn’t even been a minute since he last felt and heard them talk.

They would know he’s awake. At least, Vyn would.

Yes, it would be normal to jolt awake when you hear your phone ringing, but years of working with the psychiatrist somehow etched into Luke how Vyn could, for some reason, discover the truths in every circumstance. Like how he would certainly know Luke was fully conscious the entire time. Shit. Maybe he already knows.

Someone jolted slightly from the bed. “Fuck. That scared me,” muttered Marius. “Is Luke awake? That’s his phone, yeah?” he asked warily. Anyone would immediately recognize that overly-enthusiastic ringtone.

Silence. Luke wanted to applaud himself for his restraint from even swallowing. It’s as if his breathing stopped entirely, too.

“He is completely passed out,” Vyn answered. The space beside Luke sank under the older man’s weight as Vyn tried to peek over Luke’s shoulder. “Rosa is calling.”

“At fucking two am?”

“Yes.” The psychiatrist reached for the phone. “I do not think he will awake anytime soon,” he said. “Hm. Must I slide the ‘end’ button?”

“No! Missy might think Luke ignored her call. Just let it be, but put it on silent.”

“Mm, all right.” It took him a while, poking through the detective’s device, before he was able to press the silent button. Vyn laid himself again on his side of the bed, snuggling himself in the younger man’s arms for comfort. “I wonder how Rosa is faring in the other suite.”

“I’m sure Missy’s doing great,” he said, kissing the top of Vyn’s head. “Shit. I know now. I think I accidentally switched our keycards with Missy Rosa.”

A sigh. “That does not matter anymore,” Vyn groaned, burying his face against the crook of Marius’ neck. “Good night, Marius. And I must sleep now, for real.”

“Nighty-night,” said Marius, giving Vyn one last kiss on the nose before finally—finally— dozing off. God. Yes. Finally!

Luke let out a sigh; whether or not they heard it, he really didn’t care anymore, because all he wanted right now was to pass out and sleep and forget about the unholy shit he’d had to endure tonight. He’d also hoped this was only a nightmare, because god did he go through a five-minute hell of existential crisis all because his colleagues thought he was passed out.

Good night, self. Sweet dreams… I guess.

 Luke awoke at eleven the next day, and he wanted to rage.

He saw Vyn first thing in the morning. A blooming, radiant, I-swear-to-god-he-was-sparkling Vyn Richter literally five seconds upon opening his eyes. The man was wearing his usual elegant robe, his silver hair falling softly over his golden eyes, seated on the couch in front of Luke. He was sipping from his cup of black tea, cross-legged.

“Ah, he is awake,” was what he’d said. “Good morning, Luke. Did you sleep well?”

Please ask yourself that Vyn.

Luke, still bleary from a bad night’s sleep, wasn’t able to answer immediately. He let out a low groan involuntarily as he rubbed his hands on his eyes, yawning right after—he must’ve been too spent last evening, and more importantly, swigged more than what he could swallow with last night’s alcohol.

Marius then walked out of the loo, a thin towel wrapped around his hips. “Morning, Luke,” he greeted, the cheeriness in his tone too palpable to go unnoticed. Artem wondered why his two colleagues seemed to be in such high spirits this morning. “Morning, Vyn,” added Marius—the senior attorney could’ve sworn he saw the younger man throw a wink at the psychiatrist.Artem almost choked when Vyn returned a vibrant smile. “Good morning, Marius. How was your sleep?” he asked, looking up at Marius with those bright golden eyes as he sipped on his tea yet again.

“Ten out of ten, would sleep here again.”

“Heh.”

It was good enough that they were too preoccupied not to notice Luke staring at them—there was an incredulous look on his face, his brows creased with what seemed to be: seriously? You’re doing this in front me now, after what you did last night? Unbelievable! Just unbelievable!

His phone ringing pulled him away from his rather exasperated thoughts. Luke instantly snatched his phone, buried under the blankets, and his face lit up when he saw who the caller was. Of course it was his Rosa. “Good morning, Watson!” he greeted cheerily upon answering the call, and without even waiting for her to say it back he cut her off with, “Yes, that will do. I’ll visit you in your suite. Let’s have breakfast together.”

Luke grabbed his things and headed out of the room in a suspiciously deep hurry.

“Woah, excited much?” Marius cocked an amused, questioning brow. “Oi, Luke—”

“Bye!” was the only thing the detective said before he slammed the hotel room door closed, finally having escaped the menace who were the secret couple jerking each other off thinking Luke was completely passed out. The detective waved a hand goodbye, at the very least.

“Hehe. Are they gonna make history?” Marius chuckled, and Artem choked on his coffee again, more loudly this time. Poor clueless, senior attorney. “I beg your pardon—”

“Perhaps,” Vyn mumbled. Marius caught the glint in his lover’s golden eyes. “Although I have no idea what kind of history they are to make.” Vyn winked.

“Oh?” Marius smirked. “So someone was awake last night.”

A silvery chuckle. “Indeed,” said the psychiatrist. “I hope he enjoyed it.”

 ==

In Rosa’s suite, Luke was lying on the bed face forward. He seemed stressed, and so Rosa sat beside him and asked, “Did you sleep well last night, Luke?”

To which the detective answered so swiftly with, “No. Vyn and Marius did some business beside me, and now I’m gonna be having nightmares for at least a week.”

“Aw, but that’s sweet…” Rosa trailed—and stopped. “Wait. What business

“Business.”

“What business?”

“Rosa.”

“Oh.” Realization dawned on her, but soon she leaned closer, eyeing the detective slyly. There was a coy smile on her face when she giggled too innocently. “Tell me everything about it.”

Luke groaned. This is going to be a long day.

#vyn richter smut #vyn richter #tot vyn #Vyn x marius #marius von hagen #luke #artem wing #moyi #lu jinghe #xia yan #zuo ran

[luvymuses]

masterlist ⠀ ♡

⠀ ┄ ⠀ ⠀ଓ࿐ ⠀ [all with]⠀⠀♡ ⠀[afab] ⠀⠀♡ ⠀[reader]⠀   ͙ࣳ 

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⠀⠀⠀⿻ ⠀ he ⠀ so ⠀horny, ⠀yeah, ⠀he ⠀want ⠀ to ⠀fuck ⠀᮫  ⠀꒱ ⠀

ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ⠀ tears of themis 

—➺༻ marius 

dance for me, jiejie - 15.8k words 

—➺༻ artem 

[tba]

—➺༻ vyn

[tba]

—➺༻ luke 

[tba]

—➺༻ nxx men

[tba]

ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ⠀ love & deep space 

—➺༻ rafayel 

[tba]

—➺༻ zayne 

[tba]

—➺༻ xavier 

[tba]

—➺༻ sylus

[tba]

—➺༻ l&ds men

[tba]

#masterlist #x reader #reader insert #lu jinghe #zuo ran #xia yan #mo yi #marius von hagen #artem wing #luke pearce #vyn richter #tears of themis #tears of themis smut #marius von hagen smut #artem wing smut #luke pearce smut #vyn richter smut #marius x reader #artem x reader #luke pearce x reader #vyn x reader #otome #love & deepspace #l&ds

[calqlate]

which nxx boy has the freakiest smuts and why is it marius 😭😭😭

#i've read smuts for all the nxx boys btw #but marius' ones are next level #marius stans do be wilding in quarantine #marius von hagen x reader #marius x reader #marius von hagen #marius #lu jinghe x reader #lu jinghe #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis

[emmimimii]

BACK HERE TONIGHT FOR THE 3RD ANNIVERSARY HEAT

some brief translations for the very very nice interaction clips (aka touching the ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) zones )

If y’all dk what I’m talking about you might wanna check the official Weibo out, it’s voiced and all

In order of release (I fucking refreshed till Marius came out my baby)

Luke x Abs

“It’s a little weird, but… I don’t hate it” (probs referring to being tied up)

“Stop…stop… you’re being opportunistic/ taking your chances”

(Honey you’re tied up, you might as well be grilled in perfect medium rare)

Artem x Chest

“Is this angle ok?” (Not sure what he’s referring to, we need to know what MC is doing)

“Am I really breathing… that rapidly?” (You’re blushing and all but in terms of breathing you need to check Vyn out)

Vyn x waist

“I didn’t think - the one who couldn’t catch up (to the rhythm) … would be me”

“If I say we should end, will you stop?”

(Honestly I’m just wondering how we got this shot - angled too high and where is she standing THE STOOL?)

Marius x Collarbone

“stop staring, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before” (ARE YOU REFERRING TO YOUR NIPS CAUSE YOU LOOKED THERE OR ARE U REFERRING TO SOMETHING MORE)

“please continue… we haven’t found the prize yet…” (fuck yea we haven’t and we’ll take our time searching)

God bless mihoyo for genius creations and god sent men but pls bless our pulls too

Ok I’ve screen recorded the interactions so I’ll post that separately cause I CAN ONLY POST ONE PER POST.

#lu jinghe #marius von hagen smut #tears of themis smut #tot smut #izumi kei #marius tears of themis #lu jinghe x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader

[alstroemeriadissonance]

Chiaroscuro: Pentimento (NSFW)

VynMarius fic with Rosa in between.

This was supposed to be a very late fourth chapter to Chiaroscuro (Pt 01 | Pt 02 | Pt 03), however since this fic also heavily references other works such as A normal date, and Marks, this is now posted as its own thing. If you haven't yet (and have the time), please consider giving these a read first!

NSFW. Threesome.

Pentimento - A hidden painting beneath layers of paint, on canvas

“Marius. Von. Hagen.” Rosa’s voice came slow, quiet, and bearing a cadence that was almost a perfect facsimile to a certain professor’s. “Let me take off this blindfold. Like. Right now?”

“Patience, Miss,” Marius said, a little too excitedly as he slowly guided the blinded Rosa’s steps, gently pushing her from behind and steering her steps with soft yet firm nudges on her shoulders. “Just a little more…”

The blindfold—Marius’s black silk necktie—smothered her eyes with the softness of its smooth fabric, completely blotting out her sense of sight. 

Yet almost everything else: hearing, with the sounds of birdsong and the rustling of leaves; smell, with the hints of fragrance from flowers and freshly cut grass; and touch, the very familiar cobblestone pathway underneath her shoe-clad feet…these told her that something pleasant awaited her at the end of the guided journey in the dark.

“Oops, raise your feet a little? We’re going up a few steps,” Marius whispered directly to her ear as he briefly let go of Rosa’s shoulders. A creaking sound of metal against metal sounded right in front of her. She gingerly felt the ground with her foot, trying to locate the raised step.

“Yep, easy does it,” Marius once again held her by her upper arms. “Dontcha worry Missy, I got you,”

Encouraged with the assurance of safety, Rosa managed to climb up five steps with no trouble. “Are we there yet?” 

She already had an inkling where they currently were, based on the steps and the path they took; but didn’t want to get her hopes up too much. After all, she could be unconsciously cherry picking out things that she associated with him and his presence. It would be really sad if she mistook—

“Everything is ready, Marius.” The voice was elegant, low, and very familiar. 

It sounded like coming home. 

“Take off her blindfold.”

“Yessir,” Marius said, gleeful. 

The caress of silk left her eyes, and light flooded her retinas. Rosa blinked, letting the shapes that swam in absolute white coalesce to solid matter; in a few seconds everything was revealed to her. 

They were in familiar territory: Vyn’s backyard, which was directly connected to his sprawling English garden. It was a place that Rosa missed terribly. A place that had been a sanctuary, until that fateful evening in the Headquarters. 

Yet now she was back, led back here seemingly at the behest of the master of the estate himself.

And then she gasped.

Off to her left side was the outdoor table and sofa set, now tastefully decorated with a few pink and white balloons; the wooden table laden with various desserts, including an afternoon tea set full to the brim with various finger food. 

Roses were strewn about in the empty spaces of the table, lending the entire arrangement a warm, casual, yet romantic feel. 

Everything was simply breathtaking in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun; everything laid out only for her—that much was obvious. A small, intimate, beautiful birthday party set up in the place dearest to her heart.

“Happy birthday, Miss! Whaddaya say about our little surprise for you?” 

Marius hopped into Rosa’s view, holding out to her a gift box wrapped in purple iridescent paper and topped off with a white bow. 

Rosa’s heart swelled in sheer emotion. “Really…you took the trouble, for me?”

“Ehh, of course!” 

She blinked, not quite knowing how to react as she took the gift from Marius's hands. 

Smirking, Marius bent over to kiss Rosa full on the lips. His tongue tenderly probed her mouth, ending its dance with a soft sucking on her tongue that left her quite breathless. A wide, self-satisfied smile spread across his face as he withdrew, licking his lips as he winked at her. “You’re our dearest, Missy Lawyer, and we want you to be happy on your birthday.”

Rosa was still recovering from Marius's kiss when the other man approached her politely. 

Vyn—the man who had eluded her for so long now.

"I wish you many happy returns, Rosa," he said as he gently took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips to plant a reverent kiss on her knuckles. His mouth curved in a tender smile, a perfect fit to his soft, low voice. “Happy birthday.”

Dr. Vyn Richter was still as impeccable as she remembered him, in his usual waistcoat-and-tie ensemble; silver wisps gently tousled by the pleasant late afternoon breeze. Nothing could be seen in his eyes—partly obscured by his spectacles—but a golden-hued warmth. 

In his arms was a lovely bouquet of roses and lilies, loosely wrapped in delicate lace paper and tied with a teal ribbon edged with silver. 

Dr. Richter—Vyn… 

Her heart almost immediately ached at the sight of him, finally in front of her, his attention turned towards her, this man who had been eluding her attempts to reach out to him for almost an entire month…

Yet Rosa could not help but feel that Vyn was still distant, despite the warmth he exuded at this very moment.

They were once very much at ease with each other, and Vyn back then had the uncanny knack of coming unbidden just when Rosa did not expect yet needed him the most. 

But this time Vyn felt different. He was still pleasant and accommodating; yet at the same time it felt like he was merely going through the motions. 

The soft emptiness gnawed at her. 

So when he held out the bouquet to her, it wasn't the flowers that she seized into her bosom; with trembling hands Rosa grabbed Vyn by his upper arms.

And in one burst of courage, her lips took his. 

Vyn was stunned—understandably so—and the woman took advantage of the moment by coiling her arms around his neck, pulling him down even closer for a deeper kiss. 

Sighing against her lips the doctor could only wrap his own arms around her waist, the bouquet of flowers held against her back. 

Finally. Finally, Rosa thought as she gradually lost herself in the embrace. 

Vyn’s tongue was sweet as the desserts he made and the kisses that flowed from his lips were polite, almost shy; a stark contrast to the unhinged Vyn from that night in the Headquarters—the cruel man who took their first time with each other rather violently yet with a darkness so alluring that Rosa could not decide which Vyn she liked best.

Marius could only let out a wolf whistle, watching the two all the while. “Damn, go get ‘im, Missy Lawyer,” he exclaimed, amused. “Girl power, and uhh all that.”

This made them pull away from the embrace. “Way to break the mood, Marius,” Rosa pouted in mock exasperation. She then turned towards Vyn, who seemed a little shell shocked with what just happened. 

“Dr. Richter, the spread and the decor really looks fantastic!”

She acted as if the last minute did not happen, perhaps to ease Vyn, somewhat.

An unreadable expression crossed his face, only for a brief moment, then gave her another smile. “Thank you. I am glad you like it.” His hand crept to the small of her back as he gingerly pushed her towards the sofa. “Please, take a seat.”

Rosa easily slid into the middle of the sofa, followed by both men who sat on her either side. She did not bother hiding her glee; finally being together with both of her favorite people certainly made this her best birthday to date. 

Spending more time with Marius, who clearly adored her and was rather unabashed with just how much; and Vyn…Vyn, who was a tough nut to crack, and crack he did, after whatever Marius subjected him to, unintentionally…

Vyn, whose fingers quite accidentally brushed her hand as he handed her a small plate laden with delectable bites of finger food. His long, slender fingers lingered, pressing against her hand, making it quite known that the touch was all too deliberate.

Rosa’s eyes met his, and the sheer longing that flickered in his amber gold only confirmed her hunch.

“Hooray, chow time!” Marius exclaimed, then piled his own plate high with various desserts: macarons, small slices of various cakes, and cookies. “Didja make all of these, Vyn?” He asked, as if oblivious to the undercurrent happening between his favorite Missy Lawyer and his favorite tutor, the man he had obsessed over for so long.

He wasn’t. Marius was a young man of exceptional observational skill; it was one of the cornerstones that enabled him to become an (anonymous) painter of wide renown. Of course Marius easily picked out those all too subtle glances between the two; the way Rosa sidled up against Vyn; how Vyn moved closer to her in response. The small touches of each other’s fingertips.

Jesus. Took them long enough. Marius let out a small sigh of relief, despite feeling a pang of certain something in his heart. 

Was it jealousy? The young artist thought—prayed—that it wasn’t; he sincerely loved both of them in a romantic sense, and both of them certainly expressed how they reciprocate his affections. Even Vyn, as prickly as he was, had returned his feelings—both emotionally and physically—in spades. 

Whatever it is, Marius would have to ignore it. He was going to make them kiss and make up today, for Rosa’s birthday, even if it killed him. 

He loved them that much.

“Mm,” Vyn made a non-committal sound as he picked out a small blueberry cupcake from the afternoon tea set. “I did. I hope you did not think I would find store bought things acceptable for Rosa’s birthday party.”

Marius bit into a slice of matcha chocolate cake. “Mmphjhk.”

“Do not talk when your mouth is full,” Vyn said, his mouth curling in distaste. “I cannot believe I have to tell you this, little von Hagen.”

Rosa let out a delighted giggle as she swallowed a forkful of cheesecake.

“See? Miss doesn’t care about silly things like etiquette, do you, Missy?” Marius said, simpering at Rosa after taking a long swing of apple-and-lemon water. 

“Well, you have to behave, or Dr. Richter will evict you out of his room and make you sleep on the couch, you know?” Rosa replied, an amused grin on her face.

“Ehhh I’ll have you know I’m already permanently banned from his bedroom,” Marius said with a mock pout. “You’re cruel, Vyn.”

This made Rosa put her fork down onto her ceramic plate with a faint clatter. “What? Why?” She threw an inquiring glance at Vyn, who was patting traces of chocolate off his lips with a napkin.

“He is not to invade my bedroom, for as long as I treasure my sleep hours,” Vyn replied. “Marius has this gift for waking me up in ungodly hours of early morning.”

Rosa blushed at what she assumed Vyn was implying.

“Ungodly? Vyn, that was around seven o'clock in the morning," the younger man made a moue. "The birds were singing, sunlight flowing into your room…" 

“Two hours too early, Marius,” Vyn murmured as he loosely folded the napkin he just used and placed it to the side of his plate. “Sleep is essential, especially for someone of my profession…”

Another giggle escaped Rosa’s lips as she reached for her glass of apple and lemon-flavored water. “You guys sound really adorable together!” She took a sip. “Way different from how you two are during our meetings.”

“Heh. Just to let you know, Rosa, we are not putting up an act during our work hours,” Vyn said, picking up Rosa’s unspoken assumption that the frequent tiffs he had with Marius during NXX meetings were faked for whatever reason. “Marius and I are at odds over several points of contention at work. This much is true.” Vyn lifted the cup of Earl Grey tea to his lips. 

“Mhm,” Marius reached for a strawberry and white chocolate cookie. “There’s work mode, and then there’s uhh,” he glanced at Vyn, winking impishly at the older man. “Lovey-dovey mode. Right, Vyn?”

Vyn merely scowled in his cup of tea as he sipped.

“Aww don’t be like that,” Marius pouted once more. “I was showing Missy how well we get—”

A noisy, obnoxious sound bite taken from a particularly loud music track went off from Marius’s pocket, interrupting the younger man mid-sentence. “Oops, it’s a call. Better take this…”

Marius took a deep breath as he fished out the phone from his back pocket. It’s about time…

A brief flash of certain sadness crossed the young artist’s face, dissipating as quickly as it appeared.

Vyn frowned. “Did we not agree that you are to turn off your phone during our time with Rosa today?”

Marius raised his hand towards Vyn, gesturing for him to quiet down as he slid off the sofa and walked out of the gate to take his call.

Vyn glowered behind Marius’s back in response, but did not say a word.

Noticing the mood slowly souring, Rosa placed her hand on Vyn’s thigh and gently squeezed. The man sighed in response. “I am sorry,” he murmured quietly. “We have been planning this for some time now; I cannot help but feel disappointed that Marius did not care to sort out his affairs in advance to devote his full attention to you tonight.”

Rosa shook her head. “No, it’s fine,” she said, hoping to placate Marius’s all too irritated tutor. “The fact that the both of you managed to put all these,” she gestured around her, towards the table setting, the food, the decorations, “...together, despite your busy schedules really makes me happy.” She flashed Vyn a bright smile. “Really!”

Vyn placed a hand over hers, and returned her squeeze. “Everything for you, our dearest. But still, I cannot help but feel disappointed. I was also looking forward to this time with us.” His frown deepened.

“Look at me, Dr. Richter?”

Vyn complied, facing Rosa’s wide-eyed olive eyes. “Yes?” Apprehension clouded his face as he looked at her, only to be quickly dissipated when she cupped his face in her hands as she leaned towards him for a long, lingering kiss.

Rosa hummed as her lips moved against his. “Mmm.” Her smile was tinged with bliss as their lips parted. “You know, Dr. Richter…I really missed you.” Her eyes were misted over with a feeling quite obscure. “There…” she bit her lip. “There was a brief time after we did it with Marius in the Headquarters…” her voice trailed off as she tried to gather her thoughts. 

Vyn visibly flinched at the mention of that encounter, one that he had orchestrated in the throes of a manic spell. “Ah. No apologies coming from my mouth would suffice,” he muttered as he looked away.

“No, let me finish,” Rosa cut in before Vyn could wallow deeper in his anguished penitence. “...there was a brief time when I thought getting to do it with all four of you would be nice, you know?” She grinned sheepishly. “And after I. Um. Had both you and Marius, I entertained thoughts of…being a little open with my affections with the other two as well, if you know what I mean.”

Vyn blinked. This was something new to him. “And, if I may be so bold to ask, is the idea repulsive to you now, in hindsight?”

“Repulsive is a strong word, Dr. Richter,” Rosa whispered, her smile fading a little. “Just that…after hashing things out with Marius during our time together recently, I think I understand now that I was only being a little too desperate to fill the void you suddenly left me with.” She took a deep breath. “Why were you avoiding me? It hurt,” she admitted. “After all the time we spent together, only to be dropped like that…what happened?”

“I was grieving, and something pushed me over the edge.” Vyn said quietly. “But that is neither here nor there. I hurt you over the most inane reason of getting at Marius. I have no excuses; it was a conscious, deliberate decision.” A pause. “To hide behind the claim of madness is both deceitful and a grave offense.”

“I forgive you,” Rosa said as she once again touched his cheek with the palm of her hand. “You won’t ask for forgiveness, but I miss the Dr. Richter who happily shared his knowledge and new experiences with me.” Her lips curved into a sad, wistful smile. “I want him back in my life.” 

Vyn cradled the hand that caressed his cheek with his own, planting a soft, wet kiss into her palm. “Then you shall have him back. I am here, Rosa.”

Rosa smiled, yet her smile was tinged with something else entirely. “Too bad I’m becoming greedy.” Her other hand crept onto his nape, pulling him close towards her. “The reason why I decided I don’t need the other two is because I realized…” Her lips hovered close to his. “I want some of the Vyn that Marius is getting. Can I have that, Dr. Richter?”

A chuckle. “You wish to be my student?” Vyn returned her dark gaze with his own, his head slightly tilting to better receive another round of her amorous kissing.

Before Rosa could reply Marius cleared his throat, finally announcing his presence.

“Ehh, having fun without me?” Marius put on a pout as he slid back into his seat beside Rosa. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close to him. “So? Did it work?”

It was Rosa’s turn to pout. “I was going to get his answer when you interrupted.”

“Ehe. Sorry.” Marius grinned as he dipped down, claiming Rosa in a languid kiss.

“Care to explain, Marius,” Vyn said, tone unamused. He still had not recovered from the disappointment of Marius not having the courtesy to disengage for a much-awaited occasion, and now there seemed to be some sort of agreement between the other two that he wasn’t let in on. Not yet, at least.

“I’ll let Miss here explain while you’re both here,” Marius said. “I…uh, I’m called for something urgent. I’ll need to go for a bit.” 

Silence prevailed over them for a few moments.

Vyn’s scowl turned into something close to vitriolic. 

Oh shit, Vyn’s really pissed, Marius realized. 

But eh, I’m taking one for the team. You can thank me later, Vyn.

“...Marius, you’ll come back, won’t you?” Rosa pleaded, throwing a glance at Vyn, who was now quietly seething. “I’m sure you’re busy, but…”

“...Yeah. I’ll do my best to calm down those old farts and get my ass back here, stat.” He planted a soft kiss onto her forehead. “So keep my seat warm, yeah?”

Oh well. Sorry, Rosa. And to pull this on your birthday, too…

He then turned to Vyn, who quietly seethed upon knowing that he had to go. “Hey, Vyn…I’m sorry.” He leaned past Rosa, and gave his vexed tutor a wet kiss. “I’ll be back, okay?”

Vyn said nothing.

Rosa and Vyn looked on as Marius hurriedly went on his way.

“Well, there he goes…” Rosa murmured as she took a macaron from her plate, biting into it. Delicate flakes of purple meringue fell onto her blouse. “Always the busy bee. They don’t give him a lot of credit, but Marius really does his best.”

Vyn was still silent; his hardened gaze still trained towards the gate that Marius slipped through.

“Vyn?” 

That seemed to snap him out of his resentment. “Rosa.” He rubbed his temples. “I apologize. I did not mean to—”

His words were cut off as Rosa moved in her seat to straddle Vyn’s lap.

Vyn looked up at her, his wary gaze meeting her heated, hungry stare. “...Rosa?”

He did not notice his heartbeat racing; certainly did not notice how his breathing accelerated. He found himself transfixed in her eyes, at how he could see his old manic obsession staring back at him in Rosa’s eyes.

Her hands slithered up his body, fingers undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. “Didn’t you know? Whenever we go out on our little harmless just close friends dates, my thoughts always wind up…here.” 

“Rosa…” Vyn, with great difficulty—he wanted nothing but to let his Rose have her way with him—reached for her hands and held them by the wrists, stopping her from further undressing him. “Rosa. The reason why I am immensely upset at Marius…I do not think it is right for us to do this behind his back.”

The woman now towering him merely gave him a twisted smile. “Dr. Richter, if you only knew.” She giggled softly as she extricated her wrists from his weak grip. “Whenever Marius and I meet after work, we…” A sweet sigh. “...always talk about you. About how closed off you are. How cagey you’ve become. And if…” Her fingers threaded through Vyn’s silver strands. “...If I can reach out and touch you again.”

A shadow of an emotion quite strange crossed her face. “He knows, Dr. Richter. Marius knows what I’ve been wanting to do for the longest time.” She licked her lips. 

“And it’s all your fault.”

“Ah.”

When Rosa finally devoured him in her heated embrace, as her hands voraciously claimed him as hers for that sweet moment, all Vyn could ever think about in passing was his own words to Marius, as he sought to ruin him that night: 

You, who foolishly removed that which stoppered this certain dam, will face the consequences…

And as her fingers peeled his layers one by one until what was left was his most vulnerable self Vyn found himself fully embracing the consequences, happily drowning in it.

===

“Are you sure you're okay with this?” Vincent asked as he handed Marius a can of beer. “I am not okay being the target of your tutor’s ire for interrupting your party.”

Marius had sneaked into his office in a somber mood; and without anyone else around nor any expected appointments the secretary slipped into their more casual habits. Vincent sat himself on the edge of Marius’s expansive teak executive table, helping himself to a can of highball.

"Sure I'm sure." Marius murmured as he sank into his chair, cracking his can open. A faint hiss escaped as he lifted the tab. “Phew,” he exclaimed after tossing back a few gulps, wiping his mouth with a sleeve.

"You don't look like it." Vincent gave his old friend a wry smile. “If you keep this up you’ll mess things up again. Why the hell did you want to leave anyway?”

"Doesn't mean I'm not sad about… ehh." Frustrated at himself and how even he can’t even understand what he was doing, all Marius could do was to run the fingers of both his hands through his hair, stopping short of tearing his hair out in sheer vexation.

"Make up your mind, will you? Why did you even leave them alone? You know what will happen.” Vincent took a sip from his can. “What's even happening right now, I mean.”

Marius tsk-ed. "I'm not upset about Vyn finally getting to bone Missy Lawyer, I actually want him to, it’s precisely why I left.” He reached down and pulled on the lever underneath his executive chair to lower the angle of the backrest into a recline. Stretching his limbs, he swung his legs and put his feet up on the once pristine surface of his table. “It's complicated, so don’t ask,” he added.

Marius chewed on his lip, quietly ruminating on his scattered thoughts. What did he want to happen, really? 

He grew to love Rosa almost as much as he was obsessed with his childhood friend-turned-tutor; he thought he was only being affectionate towards her, until she started pouring her heart out to him during their after work meet ups: telling him how much she grew to miss Vyn, and why; how confused she was, whatever she was feeling at the time. 

Listening to Rosa and basking in her presence felt like the most natural thing to do, and Marius—ever her loyal younger brother—started seeking her out more and more until he decided that he can’t go through a single day without hearing from her.

Yet he also knew both their happiness hinged on their mutual pining for each other: Vyn and Rosa. 

It was their relationship, and Marius did not know if he even figured somewhere in that picture at all. 

He let out a long, drawn out sigh. "I guess I'm bummed that I'll be left behind, now that they're together, is all," Marius finally admitted. "I mean…" Even now, it hurt his heart to say the following words: “...I’m really just a stand-in for my brother, no matter what he says. Vyn’ll get tired of me once he gets over Giann.”

Vincent did not say anything. 

He knew better than to say anything.

Marius buried his face in his hands. “I just want them to be happy, is all, goddamnit. Seeing, hearing them pine for each other day in and day out just eats at me. This is the right thing to do, I think.”

“And,” Vincent finally found something appropriate to ask, “how do you feel about it?”

Marius looked at him with sullen eyes. “As long as they’re happy. I should be happy....” He chugged the rest of his beer in one go, then sank deeper into his chair. He hoped the faint alcohol buzz would help him sleep off the next few hours or so.

“...Right?” He whispered, more to himself, as he closed his eyes.

===

Bare bodies, slick with sweat, moved against each other at a frantic pace; the sweat-dampened outdoor sofa in Vyn’s backyard creaking with every movement. 

The cool air on that warm summer night did almost nothing to dispel the heat between them. 

Vyn groaned out loud into the night, his voice easily carrying over the open air. Beads of sweat trickled from his brow, and dripped onto the skin of his now-lover’s back.

They have already started making love just as the sun was setting, still making love long after it had set. 

How many times did he empty himself inside her? Vyn neglected to count, not that he cared; they cared not that they were still outdoors, in his backyard—the thick privacy walls surrounding the perimeter of his property were more than high enough; the trees and foliage providing enough soundproofing to keep their loud amorous talk within his walls.

His hands let go of her waist. “Exquisite,” was the only word he saw fit to utter. 

Her skin felt exquisite underneath his palms. Her voice, flowing exquisitely into his ears. And her naked body gleaming until the full moon light, slightly trembling in the gentle evening breeze…all exquisite.

Everything that transpired for the last couple of hours was the culmination of their mutual longing; oh, it was a pleasant surprise to find out that Rosa pined for him as well. The very core of his being sang with delight at the sight of her almost mirroring his own desire for her. 

She wrenched open the door to his heart; he was all too happy to let her in.

His Rosa had slumped onto the slightly damp upholstery of his outdoor sofa, catching her breath; and Vyn wanted nothing more than to meld her skin with his, not letting any moment go to waste. 

His fully naked body slid over hers, cock slipping out of her as he sank into the narrow space between her and the backrest of the sofa set. 

“Mmm. I knew it; this is just what I needed,” Rosa whispered as she turned on her side to better face him, a leg coiled around his waist. His come slowly trickled from her slit and dripped down her inner thigh, adding to the now-drying evidence of Vyn having lost himself to past ecstasies between her legs. 

The far-off light of the full moon glinted off Vyn’s gold eyes as he beheld her, turning what was supposed to be a loving gaze into something more intense. “Are you sure about this, Rosa?” He gently traced her bottom lip with his fingertip; eyelids fluttering shut as he pulled her close to him for yet another kiss. “I am a very greedy man,” he murmured against her lips in between soft yet hungry kisses. “I will not let go of Marius, despite him being a fiend.” A hand cupped her ass, pressing her hips against his, letting Rosa feel his erection, growing yet again. “You would have to share.”

A laugh. Vyn smiled at the delightful sound not unlike the chiming of small bells. “No Vyn, you would have to share,” Rosa smiled smugly at him, as she started grinding her hips against his. “Marius…he’s min—ahh!”

Whatever Rosa wanted to say was left unsaid; Vyn moved in her embrace, his cock sliding once again into her still-wet cunt until he was fully hilted inside her. “You stake your claim on my student?” A dark chuckle rose from his throat. “Tell me, pet, does he make you sing as loud as you did for me minutes ago?”

Bodies shifted upon the expansive outdoor sofa. Rosa was now riding Vyn, her hips bouncing over his cock; her eyes, clouded with triumphant lust, locked with his as she spoke. “Maybe? But he also likes to watch me use him until I come. Like this.” She grasped one of her breasts, fingers strumming her nipple. “Do you see?” 

Her other hand slipped between her legs, the pads of her fingertips finding her clit. Grinning, she pleasured herself while not letting up the voracious movement of her hips, all the while leering down at the man writhing underneath her. 

“Y-you ruined me, Vyn—aahn—,” she moaned, throwing her head back as she slowly sank further into sexual excess. “More…” Rosa’s breathing grew even faster, lips slightly parted as she chased her release; the growing tension building up in her loins winding tighter and tighter, yet still not breaking…

Her mouth curved into a smirk as she suddenly said, “Marius is mine, Vyn!” Rosa grinded her hips against his in a frenzy, his cock sliding in and out of her, making for a mesmerizing sight meant for Vyn—if he wasn’t so worked up himself. 

“Really, little pet?” Vyn hissed as he pushed Rosa off him; he roughly positioned her underneath his body with her legs draped over his shoulders, her cunt angled upwards to better receive him. “You fuck my student behind my back,” he muttered as he moved into a half-kneeling position, his hands clamping down on either side of her waist. “Perhaps I should remind you who—hahh—owns whom," he grunted as he sank deep into her in a single thrust. “I—”

“There it is, I missed that look on you, Vyn,” Rosa breathed, a slightly frenzied glint in her eyes. “I missed it ever since last time in the—aaah!” she cried out as he started pumping inside her, the strong, violent thrusts pummeling her deeper into the sofa. “Yes, yes, more, oh god…”

“Ah, so this is your game?” Vyn gritted his teeth, eyes incensed, his grip on her waist tight enough to leave bruises. “You dare try to provoke me?” Without letting up on his thrusts he let go of her waist to grab both of her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “Well then, you will get—ahhh—what you—damn—are asking for!” He brought his mouth to her neck, and bit hard enough to send Rosa sobbing in pleasure edged in pain. 

“Yes! I couldn’t stop—ahh, more, almost there—thinking about you ever since,” Rosa cried out as she squirmed in his grasp, the telltale warmth of imminent climax flooding her lower body. “Oh god…I’m about to—”

Vyn licked his lips, his eyes upon her now predatory. “Yes, come for me, think only of me, not my student!” He railed her harder, faster now, he was also getting—

“Vyn, do you—ahn—know whose name Marius calls out—oh fuck—whenever he comes inside me?” Rosa whispered directly into his ear, Vyn’s rough thrusting inside her cunt interrupting her enticing voice. “It’s—ahh—yours.”

“What?” Vyn’s eyes widened by a fraction, and at that very moment his vision blanked out as he spilled his seed inside her once more, crying out her name into the night air. 

Rosa closely followed the tail end of his climax; inner walls spasming as she clamored for him, her wet flesh milking him for more of his hot come.

Collapsing on top of her Vyn planted soft kisses onto her shoulder, particularly over the bite marks he left on her neck. 

“What do you mean, pet?” Still breathing heavily, Vyn gently tipped Rosa’s face towards his with tender touches of his fingertips. “Marius was calling out for me, whenever he…reaches orgasm with you?”

“Mmm…exactly that,” Rosa stretched languidly underneath him. “He’s always thinking about you.” Her lips sought out his. “He loves you, Vyn,” she whispered against his lips, before prising them open with her impatient tongue.

Humming softly he captures her tongue in his mouth, sucking on it. “Whatever happened to you owning Marius?” He grinned, before leaning down to let his tongue slide against hers.

“Mhmm…I only said it to work you up.” Rosa’s arms coiled around Vyn’s shoulders, pulling him down as they kissed. “But I meant it when I said I missed how you handled me back then, that night…” she whispered. “No need to hold back, Vyn…” she murmured, closing her eyes, relishing the feel of Vyn’s lips and tongue on her skin as he planted soft kisses underneath her jaw. “No need to feel sorry about it.”

Minutes passed by in silence as Rosa’s words sank in. She did not demand any sort of penitence from him, and instead sought more. 

Vyn was now even more convinced that yes, Rosa had meant it when she said he ruined her. Whether it was better or for worse, was up for debate.

They would need to talk about it later.

“I apologize on behalf of my student,” Vyn eventually said as he tongued the bite marks on her neck. “To call out someone else's name in the throes of climax…what an utter arse.”

Rosa giggled. “That’s fine. I encouraged him.” An impish smile. “Also, you’re happy about it. It shows easily, Vyn."

She touched the upturned corner of his lips, proving her point. 

“You are a strange woman.” Vyn slid off Rosa, propping himself up beside her on an elbow. “To be amenable to such an arrangement where you have to share…”

“I’m not sharing,” Rosa corrected him. “I’m simply getting both of you for myself. Like you,” her lips curved into a satisfied, cat-like smile. “I’m also greedy.” A sigh, then a flash of irritation crossed her face. “Whatever is taking him so long, anyway?”

Rosa then slipped out of Vyn’s embrace, straightening herself into a sitting position. "And here I was, being loud, hoping he'd hear when he gets back so he'd try to outdo me." She reached out for her phone, which was placed on the far end of the sofa, on top of her hastily folded clothes.

She put Marius on speed dial. “Huh…” she murmured after a few seconds.

“What is it, darling?” Vyn asked as he idly nuzzled her neck.

“Marius…he turned off his phone. I think.” A worried look crossed her face. “He’s never unreachable, he always had a secondary phone…unless,” she looked at Vyn, slightly panicking, “He deliberately turned it off? But why?”

Brows furrowing, Vyn removed himself from Rosa and reached for his own phone. He tried to dial Marius; his call wouldn’t connect as well. “I wonder what the idiot is thinking…”

“He…he wouldn’t,” Rosa whispered, as realization dawned on her. “I think there’s some misunderstanding…”

“Are you thinking along the lines of Marius mistakenly believing we would leave him after this?” Unfazed, Vyn put his phone down and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you want to do, Rosa?”

“Huh? Why ask?” She looked at him incredulously. “I’d like to clear things up, of course! Don’t you want to?”

“I only wanted to make sure,” he said with a cryptic smile playing on his lips. “In case you wanted either of us exclusively.”

Rosa shook her head. Oh, if he only knew. "No. I'm actually rooting for you guys to pull through, you know?" A coy smile. "I'm only jumping both of you because you gave me the opportunity, Vyn."

"Oh? Interesting." Vyn planted a kiss on her cheek, a hand caressing her thigh. He made sure to always touch her; not a moment went by without his lips or hands feeling her. "So if I understood you correctly, your take away from that night is… you have access to both me and Marius, in a sexual manner?" He then nuzzled her hair, prompting a small gasp from her. 

"That, and you were a real sexy unhinged bastard that night." A moan escaped her lips as the hand on her thigh slid up to a breast. "But you hurt Marius's feelings. He came to me for—oh, that feels good—advice." 

"And? What advice did you give him?" A nip on the soft skin of her nape. A sharp intake of breath as Vyn inhaled the sweet, intoxicating scent of her floral perfume mixed with the salt on her skin. 

"No, I wasn't able to give him any, really," Rosa whispered softly in Vyn's sensual embrace. "There's really nothing you can say to someone suffering heartbreak, you know?" She shifted in his hold to better face him. "So I gave him comfort, the only way I knew how." 

She looked at him with a slight frown in her olive eyes. "He's a young, tender romantic, Vyn, despite how he's acting. You may not have known it, but you really broke his heart that night." 

"Ah." Vyn's mood went somber. He briefly let go of Rosa to sit up straight on the sofa, his back flush against the backrest of the sofa. "Again, I have no excuses for what I did. I was not thinking. I let my grief color how I viewed Marius's actions and lashed out unfairly." 

Rosa reached out to squeeze his hand. "No one's asking for your excuses Vyn," she said, then with pleading eyes continued, "But if you feel sorry about it… let's not delay and bring him back here. Please?" 

His gaze upon her softened even more. "Of course. I have no intention of letting the night pass without Marius's presence on your birthday." He once again reached for his smartphone, and scrolled through his notably short contacts list. “Ah, there he is,” he murmured as his thumb glided across his phone’s screen.

"Who are you calling?" Rosa asked, sidling up close to him, draping herself upon his shoulder. 

"The swiftest solution," Vyn said as he held the phone to his ear.

=== 

“Ew. Is there anything else better to watch?” Marius muttered as he reached for the bowl of popcorn. 

He and Vincent were still whiling away their time in his office, but had long removed themselves from Marius’s executive desk and were now chilling, as it were, in the reception corner of his office. All lights were turned off except for the bright backlight of the entertainment system display. 

Marius, reclining on the black leather sofa meant for guests, absent-mindedly flipped through channels; Vincent brought in popcorn and soda and took his seat beside him.

“Reminds me of that time when you trolled Nepflix because they dropped the show you were really into,” the secretary said as he handed Marius his bowl of popcorn. 

“Ugh please don’t remind me, I was a kid, gimme a break.” Marius scowled, grabbing a fistful of popcorn, devouring it in one go. “Mmphhrb.”

“Er, try not to eat with your mouth full Marius,” Vincent said, frowning. “You know how Dr. Richter—”

Marius stared at him, as if reminded of something, then gave him a taut smile after swallowing the mouthful popcorn. “Vyn said exactly the same thing to me earlier, haha,” he said, as if reminiscing on days gone by. “Well, I really doubt he’d be around me that much to order me around, after—”

“You know, you’re the only one saying you’d lose Dr. Richter,” Vincent cut in. “Did you even notice that?”

“Huh?” Marius frowned. “Of course I would. Those two dorks are only ever talking or thinking about the other when they’re with me. Can you imagine being their sounding board? Especially Vyn when he lets himself get sloshed. And Rosa, after we, er…” Marius blushed. “Jesus.”

“Why did you even let yourself get into that mess?” Vincent shook his head. “If your fa—” 

A vibration went off, coming from the inner pocket of his jacket. Vincent raised his hand to signal that his phone is ringing. “Hang on.” He did a cursory check on the screen to see who was calling, and blinked. “Oh boy.”

Marius sat up. “Who is—”

Vincent raised his hand again, signaling for Marius to shut up. “Vincent Kim speaking,” he said, switching to his more formal tone. “Master Marius? He is…” Vincent threw Marius a glance. Surreptitiously he put the phone on speaker mode to let Marius in on the conversation.

The low, elegant, almost threatening voice on the other end of the line said, “... your charge that he will definitely fail both of my subjects he is currently enrolled in, if he is not back here within half an hour.” A pause. “And pass on this message to him, if you please: I will thoroughly enjoy the rose that he has, unfortunately, abandoned. What a pity. That is all.”

The line cut off.

Marius and Vincent fell silent after that; there was nothing to say. The only audible sounds were the white noise coming from the entertainment system speakers, and the low hum of the air conditioner. 

Then Marius stood up. “I guess I better get going then,” he muttered. “My grades are on the line,” followed up with “Fucker,” under his breath.

Vincent merely gave his friend a thumbs up as he quickly exited his office, making his way to the parking lot.

===

A few seconds after Marius entered the gate leading to Vyn’s backyard—still decorated for Rosa’s birthday, with the balloons and the roses—Marius found his world spinning and he kissed the floor once again, a repeat of what happened after he made his horrible mistake back in his atelier. 

“Vyn, again? What the fuck?!” he cried out as he lay sprawled on the floor facedown. 

Vyn straddled Marius’s derriere, pinning his student’s arms to his back and effectively restraining him. 

“Ohh, so that’s what you meant about making Marius kiss the floor,” Rosa said, in mild awe. “That was so fast, I didn’t see how you did it!”

“Ow. Glad to know you’re entertained, Miss,” Marius groaned underneath Vyn’s weight and at the man’s restraining of his arms. “C-can I go now? You guys done with the demonstration?”

“You are to offer your apologies to Rosa,” Vyn whispered coldly. “How dare you leave her—us—and almost ruin this special occasion for her.”

Marius put up a valiant effort to explain himself. “I—I—fuck,” he muttered, as no words came to his rescue. There was no easy way for him to break down and explain his rationale on why he attempted to have Vyn and Rosa finally be together, after bearing the brunt of their mutual pining for each other.

Especially not when he was being manhandled by his beloved tutor.

Not waiting for Marius’s reply, Vyn leapt off of Marius’s back, and quite painfully dragged the taller man to the sofa by his arms. 

“There,” Vyn muttered as he roughly pushed his student to sit on the outdoor sofa. 

Groaning, Marius eyed both of them as he rubbed the sides of his arms: Vyn, standing by the table, was topless and the belt of his trousers was undone; Rosa, who sat right beside him, was wearing nothing but Vyn’s white long-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned.

Yeap. They totally did it. 

Despite his agonizing earlier in his office Marius felt quite relieved; seeing Rosa wear Vyn’s shirt and detecting none of Vyn’s usual reticence he knew that things were finally fixed between them. 

“Hey, Marius,” Rosa called out to him. Yet he was not given a chance to even ask if she needed something, when he tried to face her.

For she had, with precise aim, thrown a big slice of matcha chocolate cake at him, smashing it in his face with an open palm. Most of the chiffon cake fell off, but a considerable amount of cake and icing were left smudged all over his face and most of his fringe.

“Mmppphh—what the hell Missy?!” Marius exclaimed, in equal parts shock, and indignation. “Am I being punished here?!”

“Yes,” came both Vyn’s and Rosa’s reply, in unison. Then they looked at each other with knowing smiles plastered on their faces.

Rosa crawled towards Marius, and promptly sat herself on his lap, her arms encircling his neck. “Well, this is a good look on you.” Humming happily, she leaned forward and licked, eating the bits of cake off his cheek. “Hmm. Birthday cake tastes better this way,” she whispered into his ear. 

Before Marius could react accordingly—he wanted to feed her more of the cake, he wanted nothing more than to see her seductive smile upon licking him—he felt strong fingers tip his face away from Rosa, and he found himself staring into Vyn’s deep golden gaze. 

Vyn was now sitting beside him. “Did you really think of leaving us high and dry, Marius?” His face was stern, befitting his station as tutor to Marius, but the next thing he did was very un-tutor like: Similar to what Rosa did Vyn licked off the traces of cake on his other cheek; then his tongue traced a wet path along the younger man’s jawline to his lips.

Oh goddamn. Marius felt his pants tighten uncomfortably, his arousal stirring.

And Vyn kissed Marius deeply, his tongue—still tasting of sweet cake—probing his student’s mouth. 

At the same time Marius could feel Rosa nuzzling his neck. “What the—am I being double teamed?” Marius asked in between Vyn’s kisses, voice strangled, before letting out a helpless laugh as Rosa nibbled on the tender skin underneath his jaw.

“Stop complaining,” Vyn muttered, before leaning in for another bout of kissing.

“I’m not,” Marius managed to gasp out loud; lips traced along his shoulder blade and neck, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. “Why the hell would I?”

Hands started to unbutton his black shirt. Marius found himself much too lost in their embrace to even work out whose hands were doing what: hands undressing him, fingers caressing his now-bared skin; and after Rosa slid off his lap fingers started to undo the buckle of his belt and then the fly of his pants. 

Soon enough someone’s hands pulled out his stiffening cock from his underwear, stroking it.

“Fuck, you two…” Marius moaned, practically melting into their sweet ministrations: Vyn and Rosa, both kissing him, both caressing him. It did not matter who was stroking him at this point; all that mattered to him was the both of them working together to slowly edge him towards the brink…

Breath shuddering, Marius rasped out “Wait, no…not yet.” He held the hand that was pumping his cock, staying it—it was Vyn’s, it turned out—and he nudged Rosa to go on all fours on the outdoor sofa. “Let me screw the birthday girl, is that alright?” 

“Finally, some action,” Smiling, Rosa let Marius’s eager, impatient nudges push her into position; the younger man pulled her ass close to his hips, his hard cock jutting against her behind.

The night air felt electric; their arousal spurring them on to finally give themselves relief. Mingled sighs of relief could be heard as Marius drove his cock deep inside her. “Hell yeah,” he purred as he started moving with slow, yet determined thrusts. 

Rosa felt his hands caress her back, until they settled along either side of her waist. She twisted around to face him. “You have to make up for missing the fun earlier, you hear?”

Marius licked his lips, grinning down at his favorite Missy Lawyer. “Mmyeap, gonna make sure we both enjoy this.” He plunged deeper inside, prompting a deep moan out of her, then started thrusting in earnest. “Hahaha—how’s that?” 

He trained his eyes downwards, mesmerized with how his cock slid in and out of her cunt; how his hips slammed against her ass over and over. “Shit,” was all he could say about the incredibly erotic sight—and the sounds that accompanied it. Watching porn certainly did not come close to this wonderful sight, and Marius inwardly kicked himself for even thinking of letting the chance to experience this beautiful moment go. 

What the hell was I thinking again? Marius still found it in himself to be introspective about his recent choices; yet the more time he spent fucking his Missy Lawyer, the more his thoughts unravelled and melted away until all he ever cared about was how Rosa’s hot flesh felt so good around his dick, and how her moans, sighs, and cries of more, more, please, roused something darker in him that he never knew he was capable of until that very moment.

With a growl Marius issued an order: “Suck Vyn off, and show me how you do it,” he said, the strong, cadenced movement of his hips hitting her ass not losing momentum nor timing.

“Haahh—Vyn, you heard the King,” Rosa moaned out loud to the man who was quite content with jacking himself off as he watched them having loud sex in front of him. “Come—ahh!!—here?” 

With a soft smile—tainted with lust—Vyn shifted from his seat and knelt on the sofa’s upholstery, close to where Rosa was being nailed by his student; close enough for her to take his cock in her mouth. 

“Well then, if you may demonstrate how well you perform the art of fellatio?” Vyn murmured softly as he idly threaded his fingers through her auburn hair.

The cock pumping in and out of her cunt was a little too distracting for her to focus on giving a blow job, Rosa soon found out, but the thought of being in the middle of a spitroasting, something that she previously only read about, was incredibly arousing that she did her best anyway: with a trembling hand she caressed the cock twitching in front of her face, and she leaned in for an experimental lick. This is doable, she decided, then started off with small licks underneath the shaft. She smiled upon hearing Vyn’s soft moans, urging her to do more, and she ran her tongue along his rigid length, starting from the base and ending it with a swirl around the cockhead. 

“No, pet, I need you to suck me,” came Vyn’s needy voice as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided his cock through her lips. “Do it.”

Rosa wanted to say that she was trying to do her best, but Marius’s dick pounding inside her was just too damn distracting; her mouth was now full of cock and there was nothing else to do but obey their bidding. Her arms clung to Vyn’s naked waist, and she started to bob her head up and down; doing her best to suck him while being pummeled repeatedly, over and over from behind…

“Goddamn, look at Missy Lawyer go,” Marius let out a low, almost menacing laugh that sounded like something coming from his tutor. “Vyn, how is she doing?”

“Exemplary,” was all his tutor said, licking his lips. His hand guided the rhythm of her head’s movements, making sure that the movement of his hips thrusted his cock further in until his tip hit the back of her throat. “She has no trouble suppressing her gag reflex. Fit to be a delicious playmate in bed—aah, yess…”

In the midst of the student and tutor’s exchange Rosa felt incredibly turned on. It was something that she would probably discuss with Vyn later on—after a good romp in the bedroom—about how good it felt to hear them talk about her as if she existed mainly for their pleasure. 

She really was ruined. 

Yet Rosa did not mind at all. 

As she put more focus towards making sure she sucked Vyn right she noticed something interesting. It was something that she would mention later, but for now—

“Marius,” Vyn’s voice came out ragged, “I would like to try something before I come.” He then removed himself and his cock from Rosa’s hold. “I need her to straddle my lap and mount me.”

“Professor Richter wanting to try out something?” Marius let go of her waist, pulling out his cock thoroughly wet with her juices. “Shit. Even I’m excited.”

“Do I even have a say in this at all?” Rosa whined, not at all pleased about the sudden interruption. “Goddamnit, I was almost—aaah!!” Her grievance was effectively cut off as Vyn grabbed her by the waist, prising her thighs apart with his hands as he made her straddle his lap. 

“Shhh. I suggest you try out my suggestion first before you complain, little pet,” Vyn drawled. “Now. Mount me.”

Rosa quickly complied, impaling herself onto his cock slickened with precum and her own saliva. “Oh, damn!” she exclaimed, her flesh yielding to his considerable girth, the resistance of her inner walls around his cock quickly reminding her how good Vyn felt inside her. She almost wept with pleasure as the man started to ram inside her, almost violently. 

“Well, what are we doing?” Marius asked as he leered at Rosa being thoroughly railed by his tutor, lazily jerking himself off at the spectacle.

“Hnngh—patience,” Vyn hissed, holding Rosa down onto his hips as he railed her hard and fast. “I am preparing her.”

Marius’s lips curved in a lopsided grin. “Holy shit.” Then he added, “That ain’t preparing her, Vyn,” he murmured, Rosa’s increasingly loud cries and moans working him up so much that his dick twitched in his hand, fresh precum dribbling along his slit. “You’re just enjoying her too much.”

“And—hahh, fuck—what if I am?” Vyn murmured before slipping his tongue into Rosa’s mouth, muffling her cries. “Mmm. I rather think you are ready, pet,” he said as his thrusts ceased, his cock still buried deep inside her.

His hands slid down her back, settling briefly on her ass. “Relax. There is no need to be tense,” he whispered as his hands slipped further downwards…

“Wait, Vyn,” Rosa cut in, slightly panicking as she felt his finger slide between her ass cheeks. “Not there!”

A dark chuckle. “I told you, our little darling, just relax and let us take care of you.” Vyn nuzzled her hair, fingers going past her asshole. The pads of his fingertips settled along the edge of the entrance to her cunt. “Trust us. Breathe.”

Rosa did as she was told, leaning against him as she took a deep breath to collect herself; a feat, as she herself was excited with whatever the tutor had in mind for them.

A finger slowly wedged inside her cunt, sliding alongside his cock. Rosa let out a soft gasp, realizing what he wanted to happen. “Y-you’re…you guys—” 

Vyn slipped a second finger inside, slowly stretching her hot flesh inside. “Does it hurt?” he murmured against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “Tell me if you are feeling any discomfort.”

“N-no,” Rosa replied, relishing the feeling of being filled and stretched further with the promise of doing something completely debauched. “God, it actually feels…great?” 

She clung tightly to his shoulders, bracing herself for whatever comes next.

A soft laugh. “You are doing good, pet,” A wet, tender kiss on her cheek. “So good. Let us enjoy the night as much as we can,” Vyn purred as he inserted a third digit inside her.

“I think she is ready, Marius,” he told his student, who was still jerking his now throbbing cock while quietly watching his tutor prepare Missy Lawyer for something very, very naughty. “Come, fuck her with me.” He pulled out his fingers, putting them in his mouth to suck his digits clean of her juice.

“Hahaha, goddamnit Vyn,” Marius, immensely aroused, wasted no time slotting himself between both Rosa’s and Vyn’s thighs. “Ready, Miss?” he asked, voice dropping by a few octaves. “We’re gonna fuck you silly tonight for your birthday.” He licked his palm, lubing up his cock with spit. “Here goes…”

Rosa cried Marius’s name out loud as he slowly worked his cock into her, his stiff length pressing and sliding against Vyn’s. 

Nothing could have ever prepared Rosa for how much this exciting, filthy act overwhelmed her senses: both tutor and student lavishing her with sweet praises of how good she was taking them, how utterly, deliciously debased she was for letting them have their way with her, at the same time; the heavy scent of sex mixed with their own perfumes and sweat hanging thickly around them in the crisp night air; the heady, sweet taste of their tongues as both men vied for her hungry kisses; the sight of Vyn’s face once again colored with that hint of unhinged cruelty yet tempered with that needy possessiveness as he professed his love to her over and over and over, his dick thrusting deep inside her heated flesh; and the debauched sensation of both their cocks sliding in and out of her hole, their trembling bodies betraying just how good they were feeling as they both rutted inside her at the same time…

“Fuck, this is unreal,” Marius muttered under his breath, then let out a string of curses as his movement of his hips became more erratic. 

Underneath them his tutor groaned, the increased friction pushing him into his own imminent release…

“Shit. Missy, are we hurting you?” Marius whispered, as his hands cupped both of breasts, fingers playing with her nipples as he kept on pumping inside her.

“N-no…” she managed to reply before she started to lose her grip on the now. 

Everything is starting to fall apart…

Rosa threw her head back, her mind steadily going blank at the onslaught of sensations. Her nerve endings sung at their every touch, every movement; each thrust from both men pulling her deeper and deeper into the abyss of infinite desire; Marius’s sweet murmurings of love whispered directly into her ear directly contrasted with Vyn’s seductive, dark words of how fallen she’d become, how ruined she was, ruined alongside him and there was nowhere she belonged, but with him…

“Come with me, Rosa,” Vyn whispered in his low, downright erotic voice, a hand reaching out to cup her cheek. A glint of certain mania sparked in his gold eyes before it burned into a full blaze of lust; his other hand reaching down where their bodies joined to rub her clit. “Come with me. There is nowhere else to go.”

Rosa, incredibly turned on by how Vyn’s sensual voice sent electric shivers down her spine, could only whimper incoherently in response. Her moans grew louder the more they pounded inside her, her cries spurring both men to start fucking her even harder; movements feeding directly into a feedback loop of dark passions culminating from months of their unresolved feelings for each other…

The warmth in Rosa’s loins quickly intensified, spreading to her extremities. “I—I’m coming—I…” she whimpered, and her mewling grew louder as she came violently between them, her hot flesh twitching, body shivering as she fully caved into her orgasm.

“Oh fuck, Missy, you’re making me come,” Marius hissed, his vision blanking out as he shot his hot come directly inside her cunt and all over his tutor’s cock.

While Vyn, desperate to reach his own climax, began to rail Rosa in earnest until his own seed spilled inside, chanting her name over and over, all the while promising her and his own student of questionable things that were quite easily forgotten, as they gradually regained sobriety; his words irretrievably lost into the night.

===

A blush so vivid that it was easily visible in the full moon light suffused her cheeks. She was about to hide her face in her hands, but Marius easily caught her wrists before she could do so. “Is there still anything to be shy around us, Miss?” he said, a corner of his lips upturned in a playful smirk. “You’re so cute when you blush. Ehe.”

“Mmm…that was incredible,” Rosa murmured as she basked in the late night afterglow, ensconced in Marius’s lap. Her legs were outstretched, draping over Vyn’s thighs. “Um. Really hot. Hotter than before in the Headquarters?” 

“Stop teasing her, Marius,” Vyn murmured as he lazily stroked her legs. “Soon enough you’ll find yourself banned from her bedroom, as well.”

Rosa giggled. “Why’d you even wake up Vyn anyway?” she asked Marius, reaching up to the upper part of his fringe and wiped a bit of stray frosting off his hair. “You know how much he hates being woken up early in the morning, and look what you got yourself into.”

“Er,” Marius grinned sheepishly. “I uh, was too happy about his beauty mark on his collarbone. Found it hot, you see. So I gave him a hickey there.”

Vyn scowled. “I still do not forgive you for daring to mark me, especially since—”

“Ah! Which reminds me!” Rosa piped up. “Um. Marius?”

“Yeessss, Missy?” Marius started braiding a stray lock of her hair.

An impish smile. “Have you noticed that Vyn has another beauty mark? Aside from the one below his eye, I mean.”

This caught the younger man’s attention, and he let go of Rosa’s hair. “I’m listening.”

Vyn looked at them warily.

Rosa gestured to Marius to give her his ear. She then whispered something excitedly to him, something that also prompted a wide grin on the younger man’s face. 

Vyn’s wary gaze warped into a scowl. “What are you two talking about now?”

Marius leaned down and whispered a few words back to Rosa, who tried her hardest to suppress her own laughter.

“What is it?” Vyn started to sound truly suspicious, and his hand unconsciously slid up to his collarbone.

Grinning, Rosa wriggled out of Marius’s lap and slunk against Vyn. “Teehee.” She gave the now incredibly wary Vyn a smile, one that could also be described as a shit-eating grin. “Relax,” she whispered, a hand creeping down his abdomen. She leaned in for a deep kiss, her free arm coiled around his neck.

And, with his tutor distracted, Marius slid towards him and trained his sights to the spot on his fair skin where Rosa silently pointed at, with her hand. 

There was a mole on his pelvis just a little off to the right, a couple of inches above his dick. 

The sight made Marius grin like an idiot.

And when he dipped down to mark Vyn there, it took the doctor all that he had to wrest himself out of Rosa’s amorous grasp to proclaim that Marius von Hagen was henceforth permanently banned from his property.

===

In the arcades.

Carrying a large bag containing his large toy crane haul for the day, Marius wove through a small crowd of amazed onlookers that formed around the arcade cabinet housing a popular rail shooter. 

And the man who single-handedly occupied all the slots in the Top Ten ranking of said popular rail shooter game, within the span of only over half an hour.

Vyn held the plastic gun controller single-handedly with ease, his free hand in the pocket of his trousers. With a one-handed grip and a sharpshooter’s focus he made quick work of the virtual terrorists in the game with perfectly-timed headshots.

“Holy shit Vyn, are you sure this is your first time playing this?” Marius exclaimed. The way his tutor looked made the entire game look easy—it wasn’t—made him and his already sizable toy plush haul look insignificant.

The accumulated points counter in the arcade cabinet was already in the five-digit mark. Fuck. Vyn already got enough points to wipe out the entire redemption booth.

“Er, Vyn?” Marius tapped lightly on his shoulder. “You planning on claiming each and every toy and candy in the redemption?”

“I am still lacking a hundred and twenty points, Marius,” Vyn said, his focus still in the game. “Do not disturb me.”

What the hell is he talking about? He already got almost double the points of the biggest prize? Marius’s brows furrowed, craning his head to give himself a better look at the selection of claimable prizes in the arcade. The grand prize for the month was a giant, silly-looking toy owl plush. 

Unless…

Someone tugged at his sleeve. It was Rosa. “Oh my god Vyn is totally making a killing,” she whispered excitedly. “Do you think they’ll ban him after this?”

Marius laughed. “Of course not, Miss!” He ruffled her hair. “They probably should pay him, in fact,” he said wryly, gesturing a hand towards the crowd he managed to pull in. “Some of these people would most probably decide to give the game a go, thinking it’s an easy way to earn ticket points.”

After ten minutes Vyn finally put the toy gun controller back into its holster in front of the game cabinet, and made his way towards the redemption booth, where he claimed two giant owl plushies.

A starry-eyed staff member handed him his prize. “You were really great, Sir! That game only came out two days ago, how did you get to practice…?”

Vyn gave him a taut smile as he took the toys from the staff member. “The aim was off by a few degrees to the left. I was able to feel it out on the first playthrough,” he said. “I merely compensated for it. But it would be best to recalibrate the aim, for fairness’ sake.”

He then politely excused himself, and approached Marius and Rosa, 

“One for each of you,” the doctor said in a deadpan voice. “Be happy with it.” Then, to Marius, “I still have not forgiven you, brat, but for the sake of Rosa I am keeping the peace with a truce.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you!!” Rosa cried out in delight, holding her new giant owl plush close to her chest. “You did good too, Marius!”

“Why do I feel so bad when you say it, Miss?” Marius mock-whined as he received his own plush owl. In his eyes, the owl looked a little pissed off for some reason. “I feel like you just slapped me with a consolation prize. And I got you a lot!” He added, waving the large bag containing various small plush toys at her.

Laughing, Rosa grabbed the bag of toys from him. “These are now mine, too!” 

After she recovered from her fit of giggles Rosa shyly said, “Um, before we leave, can we go to the photo booth? I want to get us some photos to remember this day…”

“But of course,” Vyn answered with a gentle look on his face. “But before that, I will need to raise a grievance with Marius on something. Could you go ahead and maybe choose which photo booth you’d like us to use?”

“Sure, don’t take too long and don’t bully Marius!” 

Vyn waited until Rosa was a few ways away, before pulling Marius to a far corner of the arcade hall.

His student groaned aloud. “Ugh Vyn, Pax does own this arcade, but if you need someone to complain about some—mmmph.”

Upon reaching a darker, more hidden area behind a structural column Vyn tugged at Marius’s black silk necktie, pulling him down for a stolen kiss.

When their lips parted, Marius was delighted to see that Vyn was looking up at him with a soft smile on his face. 

He never looked at me like this. But he does, now…

“Thank you, Marius,” Vyn whispered. “You took great pains to bring Rosa back to me. You did not have to. But I thank you, all the same.”

“Eheh,” Marius shuffled a bit on his feet, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “Well. I do love both of you. And Rosa already did want to see you for the longest time. You guys just needed a little more push, is all…”

“And you did give us that push. Now all is well,” Vyn tugged on his necktie once again for another kiss. “Do not think of leaving us high and dry, ever again,” he said after he pulled away, his pleasant, honeyed voice gaining a barely-there hardened edge. “Rosa cares for you. And,” he bit his lip. “I love you.”

His words made Marius vow to himself that he will do anything in his power to protect Vyn’s rare sincere smile.

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[yanderelucy2]

How I think each Tears of Themis ML would react to a man asking for MC's number. Note: I'm bad at writing, and this might not be character accurate.

Should I start doing smut headcanons?

Artem Wing (Zuo Ran)

If it was in front of him I think he'd probably just like hold your hand a little or stand closer, waiting for you to decline the man. If he wasn't there when it happened and you told him about it later I think he'd probably just stare at you waiting for you to say that you didn't give the man your number.

Marius Von Hagen (Lu Jinghe)

If the man is bold enough to do it in front of him he'd either laugh at the dude while pulling you closer, OR he would just smile and watch you reject the man's request. If he wasn't present during the situation he'd probably laugh at the situation and the fact you rejected another man.

Vyn Ritcher (Mo Yi)

If someone asks for your number while he's around he'd probably just give a death stare or would hyper-focus on how you reply. If he wasn't there and you're telling him the story of what happened, he'd be a bit more concerned if you felt uncomfortable or if you want him to do something about it. (I see this man as such a submissive subject for MC lol)

Luke Pearce (Xia Yan)

If a man asks for your number in front of him he'd be aggravated at heart and get closer to you, OR he would say something like "Babe..." and when holding you by the waist he'd look at the dude. If he finds out that it happened and he wasn't there he would be concerned, he knows you're loyal, but he knows you might move on one day. *cough* *cough* yk...

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