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#marius x reader
rhenuvee · 2 months
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Warnings: nudity, suggestive (if you want to interpret it that way)
Hoyoverse men who are confused when you shriek after finding him naked while relaxing in the bath. He even encourages you to join him only wanting to be soft and intimate with you. He has nothing to hide from you- there's nothing wrong with seeing your lover in the bathtub. It's just a bath, isn't it? You shyly offer to just wash his hair for him instead. He chuckles fondly at your flustered reaction, and lets you pamper him.
And yet they can't help themselves when they blush as red as a tomato when it's your turn to bath. He watches your curious eyes, how innocent and oblivious to why he was acting so strange,. He couldn't help but get flustered when seeing you only in a towel. You didn't even need to lift a finger to portray this natural beauty.
He wants to pamper you too. Though you insist he doesn't have to- he does. You're his lover after all. So he instantly prepares some fancy things for your bath. Salts, candles, bubbles, flower petals. Treating you like royalty, he holds your fragile hand as you carefully step into the tub. He offers to wash your hair as well, as you did with him. Midway through your relaxation with his fingers tangled in your hair, you innocently ask him why he suddenly stopped and why he was hesitating. He finds this hard to answer.
It's just a bath, isn't it?
Diluc, Neuvillette, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli, Argenti, Blade, Jing Yuan, Luke, Artem, Vyn, Marius (imagine your faves as you like, this is just who I thought of!)
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chalkscene · 5 months
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tears of themis ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter
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you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”
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ARTEM is going over a recent case when he realizes it’s almost midnight. he’s usually one to pull an all-nighter but gnawing at the back of his mind is the argument he had with you today—you two haven’t spoken to each other since. after having decided to put off his work until tomorrow, he walks out of his home office to join you in bed but he finds you in the living room instead, your pillows and blanket already set up on the sofa. he can tell you’re aware of his presence from the way you’re deliberately not looking in his direction. still, he attempts to catch your attention with a soft call of your name. when you don’t reply, he carefully crosses the distance between the two of you. “we can’t fix this if you won’t talk to me,” he pleads. artem’s convinced his words have fallen on deaf ears until you finally speak, “i just don’t want to say the wrong thing again.” artem understands, thinking back to what started as a simple disagreement escalating into something it shouldn’t have and before you could stop it, you were both raising your voices at each other, saying things you didn’t mean. “i’m sorry about everything i said,” your voice sounds weak as it quivers and artem immediately wraps you in his embrace. “me too,” he tells you, “we can talk tomorrow. just come to bed.” when you nod into his chest, he presses a reassuring kiss at top of your head as he promises, “we’re alright.”
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as MARIUS waits for you in bed, anxiety slowly eats away at him, the argument he had with you hours ago replaying in his mind. you should’ve walked in by now, he thinks, so he waits a few more minutes before getting on his feet and makes his way downstairs. he’s rehearsing his apology, muttering to himself to test the words on his tongue but it all flies out the window when he finds you asleep on the sofa. ridden with guilt, he decides to save his sorry’s for tomorrow when you’re both lucid for a proper conversation. marius is careful not to wake you up—gently slipping an arm beneath your head and looping the other under your knees to carry you to the bedroom. he’s tucking you in bed when you begin to stir awake. “sorry,” you hear him whisper, “didn’t mean to wake you up.” “what time is it?” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “it’s late. go back to sleep.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead to lull you to your slumber before he shifts you on your side, his chest against your back as he slides an arm across your torso. “sweet dreams,” he mutters and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “marius?” “hm?” “i’m sorry about earlier…” “that’s my line, miss,” he quips, albeit sincerely. he gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls you flush against him. “i’m sorry, too,” he replies, “i never want you to go to sleep upset.”
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you’re getting settled on the couch when you hear VYN clear his throat as he carefully places a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of you. “chamomile tea,” he states, “it will help you sleep better.” there’s the slightest caution in his voice but it’s enough to tell you what the tea is for—peace offering after your heated disagreement earlier. “thank you,” you mumble, gradually feeling the guilt bubbling in your chest, “you’re using reverse psychology on me, aren’t you?” there’s no bite in your tone but vyn’s eyes still widen at the accusation. “n-no,” he stutters and a giggle involuntarily escapes you, to vyn’s surprise. “i’m joking.” when you notice his body language go lax, you slowly reach for his hand. “and i’m sorry for the things i said to you,” you tell him, “i didn’t mean it.” “i know.” a soft smile curls on his lips as he interlocks your fingers together, “so am i.” you stay quiet for a moment, basking in his touch that you missed terribly before he speaks again. “if you still wish to be alone tonight, i don’t mind staying here.” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, aware of the fact that this is just him assessing your boundaries—vyn does mind and you know that—so you shoot him a dubious look instead to which he responds with a sheepish smile. “i suppose you’ve changed your mind?” you actually give him an eye roll this time. “you know you had me at chamomile.”
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foxigemini · 3 months
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Home Is Where The Heart Is (Orm Marius x Fem!Reader)
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Summary: A one-night stand leads to something more.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex.
Author's notes: This is a request from an anon. I changed the setting, I hope you don't mind. Maybe it's a bit of cliché, but I just found this easier to write. Takes place before the first movie and after the second.
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"C'mon, y/n. Cheer up a little, we're gonna have fun!"
That what's your best friend Maria had said earlier that evening and she always managed to convince you somehow. And she was having fun alright. You sat at the bar and glared over at her dancing with the guy she had been flirting with for the past hour, totally forgetting about you.
You sighed and returned to staring into the empty glass in your hand. It was never you finding someone to flirt with. Maria was the beautiful and confident one. All the guys were always looking at her.
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Orm lifted his chin and wrinkled his nose as he entered the establishment the surface dwellers called a club. Ugh, this place reeked with sweat and alcohol. It was worse than the Sunken Citadel. He watched the drunk surface dwellers on the floor, grinding their bodies against each other. Was this what they called dancing on the surface? Orm scoffed. So unsophisticated. Orm sighed over the fact that he needed to be here. But, it was important to study all of the surface dwellers behavior, to form the best strategy against them. Sure, he could have sent someone else to reconnaissance, but he only trust his own judgment. And from what he'd seen so far, it would be easy to defeat them. They were so arrogant about their own supremacy in the universe.
Orm scanned the area and located what must be the place where he could buy something to drink. He definitely needed it after spending time on this ugly surface. Thanks to his human associate David Kane, he had obtained currency so he could spend a few days on the surface.
"A glass of your finest red wine," Orm ordered the man behind the desk. The man obliged and placed the glass in front of him. Orm paid what he owed and took a sip.
"Yuk," Orm grimaced at the sour taste. This was the best they had to offer? A giggle next to him made him look to the side. There, he met a pair of sparkling, beautiful e/c eyes looking back at him.
"I know the feeling. I ordered the same," you said with a smile and raised your empty glass.
The blond man quirked an eyebrow and eyed you up and down long enough for you to feel self-conscious. You wouldn't normally call a man pretty, but this man was just that with his stunning eyes blue as the ocean. His physique was slim yet muscular in the black trousers and white shirt he was wearing. You smiled awkwardly and fluttered down your gaze. Okay, didn't this guy know when it was time to stop staring?
Orm had seen many surface woman during the past days he'd spent here, but none of them measured up to your beauty.
"Uhm...so, I haven't seen you here before. Are you knew in town?" you asked to break the awkward silence, cringed at your lame pick-up line.
"Yes. I'm just visiting for a few days. Business," the man replied and finally looked away from you. Not that you really mind him looking at you.
"I see. Welcome to town, I guess. I'm y/n," you smiled and reached out your hand.
The man looked down at your hand like he wondered what he was going to do with it, then he took it in his and you shook his hand.
"Orm. My name is Orm."
"Nice to meet you, Orm."
The man finally smiled and you were lost. "Nice to meet you too, y/n."
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You didn't know how you ended up at his hotel room. Maybe it was the bad wine clouding your judgment about whether a one-night stand was a good idea or not? Or maybe it was the fact that Orm was so damn charming? A bit arrogant yes, but definitely charming.
Clothes were quickly discarded, both of you eager to feel the warmness of each other's bodies. Orm smirked up at you as he pushed your legs apart, his curls tickling your inner thighs as he opened you up, licking along your inner lips. That first touch of his tongue sent sparks throughout your body and you moaned, your body jerking at the contact. You were already swollen, warm, and open for him. Orm explored your pussy, running his tongue up and down, slowly and deliberately, leaving out the most sensitive parts.
Arousal kept building up in your core, your pussy clenching with need to be filled and satisfied.
Orm sucked your inner folds between his lips, tugging at them, then repeated this on the other side, working his way towards your clit. You grabbed his head, burying your fingers in his curls as your eyes flew open, your body ready for the oncoming pleasure. But just when he was almost at your clit, he worked his way back again and you let out a desperate whine
"Orm, please...," you mewled, bucking your hips against him as his tongue swirled around the entrance of your pussy.
"You want to come?" he asked in a teasing tone.
Glaring down, you met his amused gaze and bit your lip as you nodded, your pussy clenching as he smiled up at you. Orm smirked and lowered his head, sucking your clit into his mouth and massaging it with his lips, rolling it gently, teasingly.
"Oh, yes!" you gasped and bucked your hips against him. Orm grabbed your hips and held you tighter as your squirming became more urgent.
He circled the entrance in small, swirling motions, licking the juices leaking from it. Then, without warning, he pushed his tongue in as deeply as possible. You moaned, a combination of relief and anticipation of the coming pleasure. The low moans escaping from your throat spurred him on. He stopped tongue fucking you and licked his way up to your clit, closing his lips over it. You could feel his tongue swirl around in slow circles, with an occasional flick against it as it protruded from behind its hood.
"Fuck, I'm so close...," you bit your lip and cupped your breasts, squeezing your nipples hard. Orm's only response was to begin sucking on your clit to push you over the edge. Your body tensed and your moans became louder, pleasure washing over you as you came against his mouth. Your orgasm was slowly subsiding when you felt Orm spreading you open and pushing two fingers inside you. You were so wet with arousal and saliva that he easily slipped inside.
Orm looked up at you and met your lustful gaze as he turned his fingers upward, the thick pads toward your belly. Soon he found your g-spot and started to put pressure against it in circular motions, a smirk spreading on his lips as that spongy flesh began to swell.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" you cried out as you came again, your body convulsing as his fingers buried deep inside your pussy gave you the most intense orgasm of your life. Your convulsions began to subside, and at that moment, Orm pushed inside you, all of his thick, hard cock filling you up completely.
"Oh, fuck!" you gasped and grabbed his arms as his cock made your body quiver.
Orm groaned and pushed your legs up to your chest, his eyes feral as he started pounding into you at a ruthless pace that took you to your third orgasm within seconds. Orm continued to fuck you through your climax, his grunts filling the air, growing more erratic with each thrust.
"Fuck, I love how tight you feel around me," Orm mumbled and clenched his jaw as he came, his gaze never leaving yours as he filled your womb with his seed. Leaning down, he caught your lips with his, kissing you softly as his cock continued to twitch inside you. You sighed contently against his lips and slid your hands up his broad frame, neither of you contemplating the risks of what you just did.
~ Some years later ~
The next day, Orm was gone and you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed about it.
"What are we doing here?" Orm asked after Arthur knocked on the door to the house they were standing at.
Arthur looked at his brother with a big smile. "We're at an old friend of mine. She always said that if I ever needed it, she would have a spare bed for me. So I thought, what better place for you to lay low than here?"
Orm raised an eyebrow. "She?"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "It was never like that. She's just a friend."
Orm gave his brother a meaningful glance just as the door opened. He turned his head around, his eyes widening when he saw the woman standing there.
You were surprised to see Arthur outside your door.
"Arthur?" you said and smiled at your old friend. "What are you-" You stopped mid-sentence when your gaze landed on the man standing beside him. Your eyes widened when you looked into the familiar, blue eyes and a pang of heat rushed through your belly.
"Orm?"
Arthur looked between the two of you in confusion. "Wait a second, you two know each other?"
Both you and Orm looked away flustered and Arthur immediately understood the situation. He chuckled delightfully. "Really? You two? When?"
"A couple of years back," Orm answered and rubbed his neck, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I was on the surface, doing reconnaissance."
"On the surface?" You frowned as you looked at Orm, your eyes widening when you realized what he was saying. "Wait a minute...are you like Arthur?"
"I'm his brothe-"
"Mommy, mommy!"
Orm stared at the little boy running up to you and taking your hand, a pair of bright, blue eyes staring back at him with wonder. It felt as if all air had left his lungs as he slowly processed what was happening.
Arthur stared at the blue-eyed boy with golden curls then at his brother, then back at the boy again, not being able to find his words for the first time in his life.
"I-I...I didn't want you to find out like this. I searched for you for a long time, but it was like you never existed. Now I understand why," you said with a bitter smile and looked down at your son. "And now I understand where Ozia's strength comes from."
"I...I have a son?" Orm asked in stunned shock as he looked up at you then back at the little boy.
"Yes, Orm." You smiled and picked up your son in your arms. "Orm, this is Ozia. Ozia, this man here is your father, and this is your uncle."
Ozia stared at Orm with big eyes and Orm gave him a nervous smile.
"Nice to meet you, Ozia."
The boy didn't reply, only hid his face against your chest.
"He's a little shy with strangers," you said and smiled. "But hopefully you won't be a stranger for long. If that's what you want? To be in his life?"
Orm looked at you and the boy in your arms, and a sensation he'd never felt before spread in his chest. Was it...true love?
"There's nothing I want more," Orm replied and smiled. For the first time in a long time, he felt warm and safe, like he found the place where he belonged.
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Thank you for taking your time to read ♡
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byizoyas · 11 months
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tears of themis ; drabbles
nsfw. ✩ nxx boys being so jealous they have to remind you (or themselves) who you belong to [fem!reader] featuring: artem, marius, luke, vyn
a/n ✩ this is only just a teasing, longer versions for each of them will be uploaded later ehe also this is my first tot fic idk if y’all read it BUT ive been wanting to write for them for a while now
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ artem doesn’t talk a lot when he’s feeling irritated or upset about something. he usually prefers to keep it to himself but when he sees you from afar, joking around with his forever rival, he cannot contain himself any longer; taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the party, away from him. his hand is gripping a bit too hard on your wrist that you feel it hurting already yet before you can speak, his lips are already pressed against yours. his hands go down on your body, reaching out to your ass, squeezing it as if it helped him relax. and it seems that it does help, because you feel his lips curling up into a smile against your skin. ‘what’s gotten into you ?’ you ask. and all you get as an answer is him, looking away; obviously avoiding your eyes.
‘is it not okay for me to want you when you look so divine in that dress ?’
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ marius easily gets jealous whenever you get too close to other men; because he knows how beautiful and desirable you are.of course he’s not speaking his feelings everytime he happens to not like you talking to a man. but this time it is too much. he puts down his glass, approaching both of you slowly. ‘i need to see y/n in private.’ he says. actually he orders you to follow him. and his hand quickly seizes yours anyway, so you cannot deny his request. he closes the door to his office behind you. locks it. ‘oh ? here ?’ you say, walking around his huge office, staring at the city lights. the view at night is breathtaking from up here yet you don’t have the time to truly enjoy it when you feel his body pressing against yours. he is hard, and slowly unzipping the back of your dress. ‘i want you.’ he whispers against your skin. ‘you are mine.’ he adds, dropping kisses on several places and you feel two of his fingers slide into your wet cunt. ‘ngh~ why are you like that ? the event only just started.’ to that he simply keeps on fucking you with his fingers, and stuffs your mouth with the fingers of his other hand, commanding you to suck it.
‘no.’ he giggles ‘me fucking you only just started and you will be moaning my name over again, asking for more of my cock inside of you.’
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ luke hates himself for having the idea of bringing you here; to a jet ski class. he feared that you’d spend a bad moment and wouldn’t dare to tell him; yet you seem to quite like it. a bit too much he thinks. now, he’s standing alone on the sand, unable to take his eyes off you as you’re clinging hard onto the teacher’s body. of course he keeps his composure with the stranger; but the way he takes your hand and takes little time to get you out of here says a lot about his true feelings. luke sits on the driver’s seat of his car, but does not turn the engine on yet. instead he pulls you into his lap so he can enjoy the direct view of your boobs. a view that is his and his only. he helps you take your shirt off. he’s usually softer, but you ask no question because you already know that this is only a vague insight of how jealous he must be. he buries his head into your neck, biting and licking it to show you how bad he wants you now. and since actions don’t seem to be expressive enough to him, he speaks up against your skin.
‘i’m gonna mark you as mine. i’m gonna fuck you hard and you will be clinging to me, begging for me to be more gentle.’
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ vyn can get pretty sadistic in bed if he feels like it and since he knows you enjoy it too, he doesn’t really hide his fantasies to you. he’s eyeing you now. has been for a while since the beginning of the party in fact, and no cheerful expression of yours around that man escaped his observant eyes. ‘may i ?’ he politely asks for more of you in the middle of your conversation. but this is only a facade and you know it. you can see in his eyes, all the things he’s going to do to you and feel yourself getting wet to your simple imagination. he opens the bathroom door to you. ‘the toilets ? very elegant doctor richter.’ you tease; but he’s in no mood to accept it. he’s grabbing your waist, making you turn around and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he pulls down your skirt and before you can tease him again, he spanks you hard, and bites your shoulder.
‘a pretty slut like you deserves no better than a vulgar bathroom to be fucked. and i will be doing it all night.’
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augustinewrites · 6 months
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+ series summary: as marius von hagen’s assistant, it’s your job to accompany him to certain public functions. you’re used to being in the background, but this time? the event is an engagement party, and he doesn’t need an assistant. he needs a date.
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as soon as the elevator opens to the penthouse floor, you pull the key card out of your purse and march straight to the door on your right.
six months ago you would have hesitated. six months ago you would have knocked politely, with a cup of coffee, a muffin, and a kind smile. 
now, you slap the key against the scanner aggressively. as soon as it turns green, you push down the handle and lean heavily on the door to let yourself in. 
you scrunch your nose as you step over a pair of sloppily discarded high heels, slipping your own off and pushing both pairs aside with a stocking-clad foot. then you venture into your boss’ apartment, deciding to deal with the blonde scrolling through her phone on the couch first.
“you need to leave,” you tell her dispassionately, picking up what you assume is her clutch and tossing it into her lap. “this isn’t a bed and breakfast. mr. von hagen has business to attend to.”
you wait impatiently as she looks you up and down, taking in your office ensemble along with the identification card hanging from your lanyard. 
relenting, she lets you herd her out the door without protest, but not before handing off all her contact information in case your boss ‘wants to have fun again.’
you take the little slip of paper (noting the lipstick kiss in the corner), then slam the door in her face. 
monday mornings are always the same. 
after kicking out sunday’s trash, you grab some aspirin and a glass of water, heading for the master bedroom.
predictably, marius is still passed out. you find him practically spread-eagled in the bed, with only a thin top sheet protecting his modesty. 
you’ve learned the hard way that marius sleeps nude, but seeing his toned chest and abdomen, along with the neatly trimmed trail of hair leading below the sheet never fails to make you catch your breath…
you squeeze your eyes shut, telling yourself to snap out of it. he’s your boss, the man who signs your paychecks and is the cause of some of your biggest headaches to date. 
“sir,” you whisper harshly from the doorway, reluctant to move closer. when you don’t get a response, you call out to him again, this time at a normal volume. much to your chagrin, his cute sleeping face - mouth slightly parted, brows scrunched - remains unchanged. 
huffing, you step around last night’s clothes and empty liquor bottles to rip the curtains open, letting the morning sunshine stream into the room. this action makes marius stir, groaning tiredly as he lays a hand over his eyes. 
“sir,” you say again, with more force this time. “you have a consult with the legal team in a half hour.”
“the legal team…” he mutters, still refusing to pry his eyes open. 
he continues to grumble uselessly into his pillowcase, clearly intending to make your job as difficult as possible. 
…until you check your watch and decide that you can’t waste anymore time coddling him, so you take the half filled glass of water and dump it over his head. 
he jerks up with a sputter, glaring at you as he swipes the ice water out of his face. 
“there are nicer ways to wake a guy up, you know,” he huffs, shaking the water out of his hair. 
you set the glass down, sighing. “if you want to be babied, sir, you should call vincent.” 
he mumbles something you’re sure is rude under his breath, pushing wet bangs out of his face before asking, “where’s maia?”
“first of all her name is–” you check the note you’d scrunched in your pocket. “–mia and she left her cell number, home number, and the number of the strip club she works at.” you hold it out to him, humming. “very classy, sir.”  
he doesn’t even look at it, so you crumple it back up and stuff it into your pocket. 
“yikes. i don’t know why she bothered. i already gave her the speech.” he shrugs, clearing his throat as he recites, “‘last night was incredible. you’re a great girl, but right now in my career–’” 
“‘i just can’t give you the relationship you want or deserve,’” you finish, having heard him recycle the practiced line to multiple other hookups in the last three months.
“hey, you memorized it!” he exclaims, lifting his hand for a high five. he lowers it when he sees your unimpressed look. “wrong crowd, i see that now.”
rolling your eyes, you turn around and open the door to his closet, grabbing a set of clothes that costs more than your rent and laying them over your arm as you call over your shoulder, “when i took this job, i didn’t expect to deal with the pussy parade. be honest, are you in some kind of competitive sex tournament?”
“i’m young and single!” he reasons, catching the boxers you throw at his head and quickly slipping them on. “i’m allowed to sow a few oats.” 
everyone in the office knows that it’s really about the lawyer from themis getting engaged. 
you’ve seen the way marius used to look at her, seen the plain adoration that used to shine in his gaze. it’s why ever since news of her engagement, you go through this every monday— when she comes in to help him navigate the confusing reports and updates of confusing legalese.
his behaviour these past few weeks was a coping mechanism. an unhealthy one, obviously, but who were you to tell that to the president of a multi-billion dollar company?
“whatever you say, sir,” you shrug, shoving the pants and button down into his arms. “get changed. i’ll call vincent and have him let everyone know we’re on our way.” 
you step out of the bedroom to let him get dressed, deciding to make yourself busy by starting the coffee maker. as the scent of freshly ground beans fills the penthouse, you take a moment to pull out your phone and double-check your boss’ calendar. 
after the meeting with legal, his schedule is relatively clear. only a handful of things you need him to review, along with a spot of press. it’s a relatively easy monday, by all means.
it’s then that berry decides to make an appearance, the adorable russian blue leaping up onto the counter and meowing insistently to get your attention. smiling, you reach out to scratch lightly under his chin.
“what are we going to do with him, huh?” you whisper, scooping him up into your arms. content purrs rumble against your palm as you stroke his fur. 
“traitor,” marius scoffs, entering the kitchen. you glance over your shoulder to see him looking somewhat put together. not only is his shirt still untucked, but his hair is still messy and wet and you’re positive he’s still sweating tequila. 
he ignores the fresh coffee in favour of grabbing a carton of orange juice from the fridge. he unscrews the cap, flicking it onto the counter so he can take a swig. 
“unbelievable,” you mutter under your breath. marius  glances over at you, wiping the corner of his mouth with sleeve before holding the carton out to you. 
“what? you want some?”
you push it away with a fingertip. “no, thank you.”
he shrugs, screwing the cap back on and shoving it back into the fridge. you and berry watch with equally unimpressed looks as he rummages through the oversized pantry, resurfacing with a box of cereal. 
you turn to open a nearby cabinet, grabbing a bowl. 
but in those few seconds, he’d already ripped the box open and was scooping cereal out with his hands, pouring handfuls into his mouth. 
this is it, you think as he gets crumbs all over his nice shirt. this is what marius von hagen looks like when he hits rock bottom. 
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you barely make it to the meeting on time. 
the whole team is already seated, ready to begin. marius - with the mcdonald’s iced coffee that’d almost made the two of you late in hand - takes a seat at the head of the conference table. 
your boss is surprisingly alert despite the fact that his brain is currently steeped in alcohol. he takes notes, asks appropriate questions, makes thoughtful suggestions. it’s one of the things you respect about him. he is a professional first and foremost.
“it seems that’s all for today,” he says once the last subject has been covered. “if there are any other questions, please keep them to yourselves.”
with that, he makes his grand exit.
well…he was a professional most of the time.
you're quick to jump in when the room fills with dissatisfied murmurs. “if you have any questions, please direct them to vincent or myself so we may raise them with mr. von hagen at a later time."
with that, everyone carries on with their day. you head back to your desk with an armload of paperwork for marius to look over and sign. you read the first few pages as you walk, already working out a summary in your head.
you make it to your desk just in time to see rosa following marius into his office.
chatting in his office after a meeting is a fairly common occurance. rosa comes by to help review whatever contracts his staff of corporate lawyers had drawn up, or walk him through any topics confused about.
your phone buzzes with a message from marius.
[marius]: come get me in five to say that we’ll be late for lunch.
what isn’t common is for him to do that.
but you do as he says, knocking politely when the five minutes are up.
“come in!”
“sir,” you begin after sending rosa a small wave. “we’ll be late for lunch if we don’t leave now.”
“lunch?” the young lawyer echoes, sounding confused. “it’s hardly 10am.”
marius clicks his tongue, closing the folder on his desk. “well, you know what they say. early worm gets the worm.”
“that’s not at all correct—”
he’s already nudging you out the door, a respectful hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you away from his office. “see you later, miss!”
“what are you doing?” you ask, feeling your face heat up as you become the object of your coworker’s confused stares. “i have work to do—”
marius pulls you into an empty conference room, closing the door behind you.
“rosa invited me to her engagement party this weekend,” he says, tone clipped.
you’re not quite sure where he’s going with this. “shall i pick out a gift?”
“no, i’ll take care of that,” he tells you. then, with a growing smile that almost always means he’s up to something, he asks, “what are you doing this saturday?”
“i—”
“trick question. i’d like you to accompany me as my date.”
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rice-hime · 8 months
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Our Firstborn (Dragonkin!Marius Von Hagen x Fae!Reader)
A/N: Sorry this took longer than I thought it would. I got busy at work then got sick oop. I think this is my longest smut fic lol. This is def going to be a standalone in AO3.
Edit: Sorry, forgot to put the dragonkin and fae in title.
Warnings: 6.5k words of filth, NSFW, fem!reader, Fae!Reader, Dragon!Marius, not much worldbuilding, major misunderstandings, breeding, impregnation
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Summary: You are the Fae of the forest, and he is a dragonkin in dire need of aid. You are the Fae who demanded his firstborn, and he is the King who accepted. You are the Fae who he is owed to, and Marius Von Hagen is saying you’ll be his Queen?!
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Piles of golden coins, precious gems and jewels surround your naked form; but you pay them no heed as you desperately grab a handful for any kind of purchase. It’s futile as you're pushed further into the mattress beneath you.
You whimper, feeling the searing heat on your bare back. Looking back, you can only shiver nervously as purple eyes hungrily stare back.
“What’s wrong, little fae? I’m simply repaying my debt to you,” the dragonkin sultrily whispers by your ear.
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The forest is silent at the dead of the night. Even the moon seems to rest tonight as the clouds block its beauty, barely letting any of its light through.
And yet, you’re wide awake. You, the Fae of the Forest, guardian of all creatures in your domain.
You stand, head held high, despite the intimidating presence of the dragonkin before you. Your locks slightly dance with the wind, along with the light fabric of your dress. Bright eyes watch the man before you cautiously.
Marius Von Hagen – is the name he introduces himself with. Purple eyes, dark horns and scintillating scales glinting even in the sparse moonlight. He is covered with a simple traveling cloak, his dragon tail barely peeking out underneath; but intuition tells you there’s more to this man…this dragonkin, despite his humble attire.
Whether it be physical or magical strength, he can easily overwhelm you; but he respectfully approaches and bows. “Greetings, Fae of the Forest. I mean no harm, only to seek aid,” his voice is dark and rich; power thrums behind his voice and stature; and you resist the urge to flinch.
You narrow your eyes. “What would a powerful dragonkin need from a humble fae of the forest?”
“A blessing. My brother has fallen gravely ill to a curse, and it resists the magic of dragons. I’ve been told only a fae, nay, only the Fae’s magic can provide remedy.”
“Hmm. You’ve come far beyond your borders to seek an audience; and yet why should I help you?” Something flickers in those purple gaze; and for a moment, you wonder if you have offended. But he just bows.
“I’d give anything.”
“I’ve no gripe with the dragonkin,” you state, not placing any faith in his reply, “But our kind have never been any more than civil towards each other, at most.”
“Then perhaps this is our chance for our kind to be able to go further than that.”
You sniff at his veiled proposal. The politics of the races always irked you; but with a dragonkin’s favor, the protection of the forest would be undoubtedly strengthened. “A Fae’s blessing comes with a heavy toll…more if it’s to lift a deadly curse.”
The dragonkin, Marius, drops to one knee, and you gape in surprise. “I’m prepared to give anything. Please.”
You stay silent for a moment. “I can lift the curse on your brother, but I cannot guarantee he will live. It is up to him to survive. What I ask for in return…is a life for a life. Give me your firstborn.”
Marius heaves a breath of relief, his tail obviously swishing even under the cloak. He stands, “I accept those terms.”
“Very well, our contract is binding.” You close your eyes, and Marius observes silently as fae magic flows through you. With a soft glow, a small flower and a pearl materializes in each of your hands.
You step forth and so did he. For a moment, you just gaze at each other, taking note of every detail you possibly could.
Marius notes the color of your eyes, how they glowed when you used magic. How your magic seems softer, gentler…more nurturing than his own. Your dress – seemingly iridescent and yet fluttering like waves in the wind.
Meanwhile, you take in his presence, basking in the powerful magical hum of dragon aura. He’s way taller and larger up close, making you crane your neck up to meet his gaze. Even his horns and the scales of his tail have an amethyst sheen despite how dark they are. He wore no jewelry, but somehow you thought a crown would naturally suit him.
Reaching out your hands, you give the items to Marius. He takes them, and you note how warm his skin is against yours. His touch lingers for a moment, and you let him bask at the coolness of your skin.
You pull away. “Crush only the petals of the flower and make him drink it.”
“And the pearl?” He asks, twirling it in his hand.
“Once you are ready to pay back your debt, crush the pearl beneath the sole of your boot and I shall come to be repaid.” 
Marius looks at you with a tilt of his head, “You can just come back with me?”
You blink, bemused. “Why would I come with you?”
“So I can give you my firstborn?”
“Yes, crush the pearl then.” With an exasperated sigh and a wave of your hand, you disappear into thin air, leaving an equally bemused (but grateful) Marius to journey back to his ailing brother.
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Barely a week passes, before you feel the pull of the pearl’s magic take you to Marius. You blink drowsily, having been woken from your slumber, only to furrow your brows in confusion. Soft, silken sheets lay under you and your palms. You sit atop a gigantic bed with piles of golden coins, precious gems and jewels surrounding you. 
You turn around only to be engulfed in a sudden embrace.
“Thank you,” Marius breathes out. He pulls back to let you breathe, but his hands remain at your waist. You look at him, he looks…happy. Excited even, like the young pups and cubs who eagerly run around the forest, your brain unhelpfully supplies.
He wears an unbuttoned white ruffled shirt with equally ruffled sleeves, baring his entire torso; and comfortable dark trousers. His feet remain bare. His curling horns peek out from beneath his messy locks, and his tail flicks, clearing away gold coins and jewels away from the bed.
“My brother’s curse has been lifted and he’s slowly recovering back to full health.”
“That’s…good?” You answer. “I am glad,” you add.
Marius tilts his head, “What’s wrong?”
“I am unsure as to why you called me.”
“To repay my debt,” he replies without missing a beat.
You look around, seeing no one in the room…or lair, as one would probably call it for the dragonkin. (And what a grandiose lair it is, you note.) “Then…where is the firstborn?”
“Oh,” Marius smiles. “Yes, we should make one without delay.”
“Pardon?” you whip your head back to look at him, wondering if you heard right.
“I promise to give you my firstborn, yes? Dragonkin prefers to have multiple offspring. Especially as royalty, I’m expected to have a brood. We can make more after our eldest has been born and after the wedding.”
“Wedding? Royalty? Brood?” You dumbfoundedly parrot, taking in his words but struggling to hold onto any of it.
But Marius just gently smiles at you, patiently taking you through his future plans…or rather, his and your future.
“Yes, you’d be a queen soon, my dear little Fae. I apologize that our consummation must be done ahead of our vows, but our contract is binding and my debt needs to be repaid.”
He gently pulls you atop his lap, and you repress a shiver as his bare hand rests on your skin. “Shall we begin, my darling?”
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A consummation of dragonkin and fae magically bound…you wonder if you were going mad or if the gods were laughing at you for the ridiculousness of it all.
Marius just gazes at you, his expression kind and relaxed, and yet his eyes barely conceals a hunger that has your heart beating fast. His large hand is still on your thigh, making you realize how small you are compared to a dragonkin. His palm is so warm, you feel that you’d start heating up too.
His scaly tail gently wraps around your form, brushing against your arms and back. You scoot forward into his lap more, vaguely marveling at how his scales feel against your skin. You itch to touch it; but Marius’ digits moved, toying with the edges of your short fae dress, the material light and sheer that makes you feel naked under his molten gaze. His other hand cups your face, his thumb tracing your lips. 
“Mm, you’re so small, my dear Fae,” his thumb slips in your mouth, and your tongue greets it. He gives a satisfied hum as you lightly suck, adding another finger then another. You whine when he gently pushes down on your tongue, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. 
The hand on your thigh has slipped under your dress, gently crawling up to the apex of your thigh. With a simple pull, the feeble string of your undergarments gives way and snaps, leaving your intimates bare to his touch.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to be rude; but you’ve never told me your name, darling. I’d need to know the name of my Queen now, don’t I?” He withdraws his digits in your mouth, moving to them to join his other hand underneath your skirts.
You gasp out the syllables of your name as his saliva-coated digits slowly trace your folds. “Mmm, Y/N,” he calls out your name, savoring the sound and each syllable on his tongue. One digit brushes the entrance of your cunt, and you whimper, nearly shying out of his hold.
“Darling, Y/N, please. I need to make sure you’re fully prepared for me to take you and breed you properly.”
“Mmh,” you whimper, feeling a digit enter you slowly, thrusting shallowly and gently. “Your fingers are bigger than mine,” you uselessly note, clutching at the ruffles of his shirt. You note how he’s so, so warm as you burrow in his chest, whining when another finger enters you.
Marius just chuckles, looking at you adoringly, “Mm, it’s why we have to prepare you well. Just think how much bigger my cock is.”
His tail suddenly pulls you extremely close. You accidentally grind down on his lap, finally feeling the bulge in his trousers. Your cunt gushes as you whimper, wondering how such a thing would fit in you.
“Yes, darling, just like that. I need you soaking so we can stretch this pussy, yes?” His thumb works on your clit, slowly rubbing it with wide circles; but it’s enough to make you stiffen as you clench tightly around the digits within you. “So, so sensitive,” Marius all but groans, nearly growling at the thought of your pussy clamping down on his dick.
His primal instinct screams at him to hurry it up and breed you; but he knows he must be gentle. He wants…needs to take his time with you properly – to make you feel bliss with his touch until you’re aching and chanting for him.
Three digits rub the walls of your cunt, gently thrusting and feeling every bump, crooking and scissoring you so slowly you feel each sensation of how your pussy starts stretching. But when they prod too deep, you breathlessly call out Marius’ name, gushing uncontrollably as you reach your first high. Your fist moves to clamp on his shoulders, nails digging into him before you sag in relief against his broad chest.
The sound of his name falling from your lips in such ecstasy makes Marius bite his tongue. He shifts to ease the pain on his fully hardened cock; his hand leaving your aching pussy, but you clutch at him needily. He wraps his tail around you for comfort, and his other hand soothingly rubs your back. Marius inhales your scent, and he can’t help but growl at how sweet you smell.
You dazedly watch Marius pull his hand soaked in your juices to his face, sniffing it before pushing his own digits into his mouth. Your face heats up as you watch him savor your taste – closing his eyes and moaning as he sucks every drop of your nectar from his digits.
Clenching your thighs, the familiar heat of arousal seeps through you again. On shaky knees, you pull yourself up, grabbing Marius’ wrist. His eyes open, intense gaze immediately focusing on you; and you lean in until your lips meet his.
His hand immediately pulls you closer by the back of your neck, as his other arm wraps tightly around your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck, your chest pressing against his. You both moan as tongues meet, eager to explore and feel every sensation. 
Your lithe form pushes against him; but Marius lets himself fall back on the silken sheets, taking you along with him. Your kiss never parts, and Marius greedily takes what he can. His tail swishes, the tip tracing down your spine making you shiver. You pull away, straddling him as his hand chases you; but you catch his wrists, pinning them over his head. Marius just looks at you with a mix of amusement and hunger, impatience brews beneath his skin but he’s versed on self-control.
Breathing heavily, you lean down to rest your forehead against his, catching each breath as if needing to save them for later. “Marius,” you whisper like a prayer. “A dragonkin mating with a fae…either you are utterly daring or a complete fool.”
Beneath you, Marius just smirks.
You continue, “If I were to carry our brood, then you would be bound to me for life. Us fae may not have the magical prowess of your kin, but our word is our bond.”
Marius gently pries his hands free against yours, and you acquiesce knowing you’d be no match against him in terms of strength anyways. He cups your cheeks, making sure you meet his gaze.
“And I’d be honored to be mated with you until the end, dear Fae. Don’t deny the pull you felt when we first set our gazes upon each other. Our territories have bordered each other for so long, what better way to unite and strengthen our lands?”
Your eyes steel for a moment, but Marius doesn’t let you go. “I have no interest in a political union for your power games.”
“Oh, my dear Fae, you and I both know that the contract binding us will be beyond any politics at play. I ache to give you my seed; as much as your womb aches to be filled. Let me claim you as you claim me.” His tail hooks the edge of your skirts, pulling up until the fabric is tugged over your head and you’re fully bare for all of him to see.
Marius turns the both of you over, laying you on your back as he takes his turn to undress. His shirt is thrown to the ground and his trousers soon follow. You hungrily watch as every bit of him is exposed to your gaze, marveling at his toned body; and finally swallowing as you lay sight on his erect cock, already flushed red and leaking precum.
He leans toward you to give you a chaste kiss and a promise. “And if a firstborn is not enough, then I’ll let you bind me to another contract until you’re satisfied.”
You sigh at his placating words, relaxing against the sheets, resting your arms above your head and spreading your legs wide for him to see. Your cunt glistens for him, and Marius growls shifting back to closely watch your pussy twitch for him.
He inhales, “I’ve just had a taste, but I might as well already be addicted, Y/N.” With no warning, his tongue licks a long stripe up your folds, mouth closing around your clit as he sucks and hums in satisfaction. You gasp, but Marius grips your thighs to stay spread, enjoying his new favorite meal.
It wasn’t long before you reached another orgasm, gushing onto his tongue as Marius continued slurping noisily and messily. But he doesn’t stop – licking and licking until he’s thrusting inside your weeping cunt. Your thighs are soaked with your juices and his saliva, and you’re pretty sure half of his face is just as wet.
“Mmn– Marius,” you gasp, reaching down to push him back.
“Shh, stay still, my Queen. I promise to give you a reprieve after one more.”
Your shaking hands found purchase in his horns, and you grasp them, tugging lightly. Marius just moans into your pussy, stubbornly still eating you out. You tug again, and he just fucks your cunt with his tongue harder. A choked gasp leaves your lips when you feel two digits join his tongue, prodding your walls roughly. With a scream of his name, you cum again, letting Marius savor your nectar once more.
Marius finally pulls away, standing on his knees and giving you some reprieve as he too catches his breath. He wipes the mess on his chin with his arm. His chest heaves in anticipation, hard cock jutting out proudly, leaking copiously and ready to fill you up.
Whining and panting, you spread your legs wide for him again, pussy twitching despite how sensitized you are. With a gesture of your hand you call out to Marius, “Come then, my Dragon King. Give me your firstborn, and repay your debt. Then our vows shall bind us next.”
You bite down a gulp, wondering how such a large cock can fit inside you; but you desperately ache to feel him. Marius isn’t faring any better, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. Cock in his hand, he nudges the tip at your slit, watching how your wetness drips and mixes with his precum. Mating instinct calls for him to shove his cock deep in your womb and release his seed; but he wants to savor this.
His tip enters you slowly, and you gasp, already feeling the stretch. “Hah,” Marius breaths out, eyebrows furrowed and body tense. “You’re so tight, my Queen. Ngh…” He groans at the way your cunt greedily sucks the tip of his cock in, eagerly wanting more.
Inch by inch Marius sheathes his cock in you; and with every inch you feel sanity slowly slips from you. “Ngh, s-so big…” you whimper, hands reaching out to Marius. He takes one of your hands, kissing your palm and resting his cheek against it.
“Easy now, love. Need you to let me in. Need to reach your womb to breed you.”
“Mmngh! Feels so full.”
“Just a bit more,” Marius coos at you. Sweat drips down his forehead, as he wills himself not to thrust his hips. Your warm wetness enveloping him strains his control. You look absolutely delectable speared on his cock, pussy spread and hugging him. Just a bit more and he’ll finally be wholly in.
“Marius, Marius, Marius–” you babble, back arching as his cock fills you up. He hasn’t even started fucking you yet, and you’re already incoherent. 
As the last inch fits snugly in your cunt, you spasm violently, pussy clenching tight around Marius that had him cursing. Your juices squirt onto him, and your lax body drops back on the sheets as you try to muster up any energies you have left.
“Fuck–!” Marius swears. If his cock could get any harder it would. He nearly loses it himself at the sight of your euphoria. He needs to fuck you now.
You weakly grab at him, and Marius leans down to kiss you. Both of your legs hooked over his shoulders, your knees pressing against your chest. His cock sinks deeper, and you feel your pussy clench in a light orgasm.
“Shit– darling, you just keep cumming, don’t you?” Marius groans into your mouth, swallowing your moans and whines. His hands move to your sides, lightly fondling your breasts before settling down to your waist then to your hips. “Can I fuck you now, darling?”
“Yes, yes, please~ Mmn~ Need your seed,” you plead, clutching at his back, nails digging in his skin. You can feel your thighs and legs shaking, but you hold your position. 
You can feel Marius’ cock slowly pulls out inch by inch until he slams it back in with one thrust. With just the first stroke, he’s nearly made you cum again. You cry as Marius starts his pace, slow and deep, still taking time to be gentle with you as his cockhead kisses your womb with every stroke.
“Can feel your womb greeting me…I wonder if it takes dragon seed easily.” Marius pants, holding himself back from tipping over the edge; but the way your cunt spasms around him with his every thrust makes it difficult.
His hand takes one of your smaller ones and moves it over to your belly, pressing down as he fucks you. “Can you feel that? Can you feel me shaping your insides with my cock?”
“Ngh! Marius–” you cry, hand tugging at his hair to pull him for another kiss. Marius’ lips smashes against yours, swallowing down your moans and screams. As much as he loves hearing your voice beg for him like a melody, he can’t help but be endeared at how you suck at his tongue and whimper against his lips.
His hips continue their deep pace, holding back on slamming against you too harshly. He can ruin you…he will ruin you; but Marius prefers to hold you tenderly for now. But even with such mercy, you already felt ruined with how his cock kisses your womb, his girth rubbing every spot that has you trembling and whining.
“Marius– ngh! Ma–” you gasp.
“Shh, ‘s alright, darling. Gonna give you my seed, yeah?” Marius growls, hips faltering a bit to speed up, loving how your pussy clenches desperately around him. “Gonna give you your first fill. Then I’ll fill you up even more.”
“Mm,” you nod dumbly, legs locking around his waist to pull him against you as close as you can. “Y-yes, until your seed takes–ah!” 
A hot surge of warmth fills you up, and you tip over the edge, cunt clenching and milking Marius for every drop. He pants above you, rocking gently to ensure you take it all. When he’s done, Marius peppers your face with chaste kisses and moves to nuzzle against your neck, nipping at the column of your throat. His thick cock remains plugging you up, making sure not a drop leaks out.
You sigh at his affections, hands gently carding through his lock, brushing away the stray strands of hair and sweat from his face. For a moment you two bask in the afterglow, until Marius gently ruts his hips again. You moan, light and airy, letting him spread your legs wide and up in the air as he folds you in half.
“I can’t promise I can be gentle all night, love,” Marius growls, pupils dilating to something more reptilian than human. You only respond with a needy clench of your pussy, already eagerly anticipating the next surge of his warm seed in your belly.
It wasn’t long before Marius was fucking you again, harder this time. His arms on each side of you to bear his weight, as he thrusts hard and fast, bullying your sensitive cunt. Your screams have turned hoarse from how much you call his name, but you continue to beg him for more.
“You feel so fucking good– nghn– Can’t wait to see you swollen with our child.” 
“Yes! Ngh–ahn~ More, please! R-reaching so deep…” your drool drips down your chin, hands moving to your breasts to squeeze and play with them. Marius’ tail joins your hands, coiling around your tits to squeeze them. You moan at the sensation of his scales slithering against your skin, twitching when they rub against your sensitive nipples.
Marius watches avidly until he bends down to taste your tits himself. His teeth teasingly tugs at your nipples before sucking them in his mouth. Despite his attention to your breasts, his pace doesn’t falter in fucking you. His cock is coated in your mixed juices, a creamy ring around it every time he pulls out. The wetness makes the sounds even louder and more obscene, but Marius barely notices it when all his ears are focused on your cries and pleading.
A thrust had you arching off the bed as Marius hits deeper than before and you squirt, pussy clamping down on Marius as he bites on your shoulder to hold back a moan. “S’ tight– fuck– shit–ngh.” He jackhammers into you a few more times before spilling another load into your cunt.
There’s no time to catch your breath as Marius pulls away, his cock slipping out of you to spill the last drops all over your pussy and thighs. You whine a bit at the waste and the loss of his warmth; but you’re manhandled around, his tail wrapping around your waist to turn you over on your knees. Your ass is pulled up, and you can feel Marius’ large hands spreading you apart, watching how your cunt desperately tries to keep his overflowing cum inside.
His mouth is then at your cunt, sucking and kissing your fold, making you cry out. “M-Marius! Still s-sensitive~ ‘S too much!” But he doesn’t stop, tonguefucking your cunt, pushing his cum inside before slurping them back out. His digits play with your clit, pinching and rubbing until you’re squirting again with a sob. 
Your hands try to push his head back, but his tail wraps around your wrists, and you’re left to completely balance on your knees.
“Mm…Marius– ‘s too much. Want to rest…please…” you whimper, forehead against the mattress.
Marius shushes at you, pulling away from your cunt to cover your body with his. His tail releases your wrists, replacing them with his hands as he gently rubs any ache his grasp might have left. Marius traces your spine with his lips, before he kisses you by the ear, his warm chest against your back “‘M sorry, love. We have to ensure our firstborn, remember? Won’t you be my good little Fae now?”
You whimper but sway your ass backward against his hips, his cock already pushing against your folds. Nodding, you crane your neck to nuzzle against his cheek, slurring, “Mm, yes, want t’ be good…need our firstborn…hngh…”
“Good girl,” Marius sighs as his cocks slides home in your cunt. He never understood why his fellow dragonkin hungrily talks about mating; but now he doesn’t think he can live without fucking you even for just a day. The way your needy cunt hugs his thick cock, greedily taking all he can offer. When you squeeze him when he cums, asking for every drop to coat your womb. 
Marius can’t get enough of it.
He’s gentler this time, rocking against you instead of thrusting hard and fast, letting his huge cock rub against your walls. He coos by your ear, whispering praises of, “You’re doing so well taking me in. Just a bit more, love. Just want to make sure you are properly bred.”
“Are you feeling good, love?” Marius whispers your name when you don’t respond, already cockdrunk once again as the tip of his cock nudges against your womb.
“Yes, yes, s’ good. My King…mngh…” you blabber uselessly, rocking back against his movements, enjoying how his cock rubs against your spots.
“Mm, you’re going to make a great Queen, love. My dear little Fae reigning over the lands…mothering our brood…” Marius dreamily sighs, one of his hands moving down your belly to caress your skin. 
“Marius~” you whine, feeling impatient that he hasn’t filled you up again with his cum. You push back against his cock harder, but you barely nudge him with your smaller form. Marius just chuckles, enjoying your impatience as he teasingly slows his pace further.
“What is it, love? What do you want?”
“Marius…”
“‘M already here, my dear Fae.”
You whine again giving him a futile glare, your eyes betraying your lust and passion.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“C-cock…want your cock– want your seed,” you beg. Marius hisses when he feels your pussy clench around him, as if telling him not to pull away, begging him to fuck you harder. But he’s a persistent tease, a false innocent and saccharine voice confusedly replying, “Oh? But I’m already giving you my cock. My seed’s already in your belly…can feel it sloshing in this greedy cunt every time I push in, darling.”
You whimper in frustration. “What’s wrong, little fae? I’m simply repaying my debt to you,” the dragonkin sultrily whispers by your ear.
“Tch,” you growl, hand turning into fists as you clutch the silken sheets. Marius’ grin turns into a full laugh when he feels fae magic flow through your being, calling out to him.Your skin faintly glows with an iridescent sheen; and your bright eyes seemingly hypnotize him. Marius felt his desire for you prickle in his mind and body tenfold; but he just grins more, letting his dragon magic answer your call. You gasp, basking in the searing heat you feel as his magic washes over you. It burns, but it burns so well.
“‘S good to know your desire for me is just as unquenchable as mine, darling,” Marius whispers with mirth, his lips curled into a smirk. You growl his name again; but Marius emits a low growl in his chest to sooth you, “Shh, ‘m sorry. Didn’t mean to tease. I’ll give you all you could ever want, my dear Fae.”
His sudden thrusts have you grasping against the sheets, wailing his name. Your mind is a mess, overwhelmed with the sensations his cock is giving you and his magic entwining with yours. The initial warmth Marius had you feeling has turned into a full blown consuming heat. You can feel how hot he is inside you, scraping your insides as he fucks you like a wild animal.
You can feel his sweat dripping down on your back, his arms clutching at your waist and hips tightly. You keep pushing back just as wildly, wanting him to hit your deepest spots, wordlessly begging him to already spill in you.
“Mariussss…” you scream hoarsely, dragging out each syllable. The skin over your belly is hot; and even without looking you can tell the fae markings have already appeared – ready to bind you to him, and him to you. 
Marius pants, slamming his cock inside you, his heavy balls slapping your pussy with every thrust. He can’t think straight, drunk on the feeling of your cunt and the desire to mate. He can feel his dragon blood practically singing, his magic wildly roaring ready to weave his being into yours. He can’t see it either, but he can hear the magic of the fae markings over your womb calling out to him.
“Gonna cum– fuck–” he groans, babbling how good your pussy feels. “Fuck– Gonna breed you so well. Make y’m’ mate– fuck–”
When Marius reaches his peak, he swore he could see stars burst behind his eyelids. He can’t help how his body jerks violently as he empties his seed into you.
It’s hot in your womb, fae and dragon magic searing on the markings beneath your skin to seal your vows. You can’t help how you clench so tight, not letting his cock go, greedily drinking up every drop.
When both of you are still, the highs slowly easing, you pant out his name. “Marius,” extremely hot and sweaty (and filthy), you gasp out the single word with great effort, “Heavy.”
With a mumbled apology, Marius grunts as he slowly pulls out and drops on his back, dragging you on his chest. For a while you both catch your breath, but you can’t help a breathless laugh when you glanced at his face.
Marius’ hair sticks up every which way, made worse as his hair seems to avoid his horns. “What?” he asks. You snort in reply, “Your hair looks like a pup with their wet fur blown by the wind.”
He huffs, pulling you closer against his chest and ruffling your hair as you yelp. Marius grins, looking at the mess he made with your hair, “Now you’re just as bad.” 
Blowing the hair out of your face, you attempt to bite Marius' finger, laughing as he yelps. Marius reaches to tickle you in retaliation, cackling as you squeal. He wraps his arms around you to prevent your desperate escape, blowing raspberries on your skin as you thrash and laugh in his hold.
You plead for a ceasefire and Marius acquiesce, lying on his back as he holds you in his embrace. You move to straddle him, and he raises an eyebrow at you. Shimmying yourself downwards, his cum dripping out of you onto his abdominals, making Marius lick his lips.
“Down, boy,” you tease him with a tap to his nose. He blinks, watching you hover over his already hardening cock. As you slowly ease yourself down on his cock with a sigh, Marius curses and moans, “If you could see yourself right now…absolutely divine.”
You throw him a smile, grinding your hips down before moving them in slow circles. You lean back on your hands, letting Marius see how his hard cock fucks you open. And he’s entranced, biting his lips as he feels your pussy sliding against his cock. He tempers his impatience to shove you down, letting himself enjoy the show.
Working a steady rhythm, you throw your head back, eyes fluttering shut; only to open them again with a gasp when you feel the unmistakable texture of Marius’ tail moving to slowly rub at your clit. Your cunt clenches at the extra stimulation and you hasten your pace, breasts bouncing more every time you slam your hips down.
But Marius moves, sitting up suddenly to wrap you in his embrace. He silences your surprised yelp with a kiss, shoving his tongue against yours.
“Hold onto me,” is the only warning you get when his large hands grip you by the hips, before slamming you down on his cock. Your hands move to claw at his back and his pecs, holding on for dear life as Marius starts fucking you on his cock earnestly.
He’s hitting so deep it’s like you’re being punched in the gut. Marius chuckles at your expression, meeting your lips in another kiss to swallow your moans. His tail slithers up your back to your front, moving up to your tits to squeeze each one of them.
“I can’t wait to fuck and love you everyday for the rest of my life,” he whispers.
With a last slam of your cunt down his cock, you cum again with a cry of Marius’ name. The warm surge of his seed filling you up makes you moan in content, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him again.
Marius slowly lays the both of you down, lips still not parting. His cock plugs you up; but cum still leaks out of you with how much he filled you up tonight. When the kiss breaks, you find yourself yawning, exhausted and sagging against Marius.
“Bath?” You drowsily ask, but you don’t think you’ll be able to move anytime soon.
Marius replies with his own yawn, “Mm…later.” You’re about to drift off to sleep when he adds, “Then wedding plans after.”
You blink slowly, already thinking of later. “Mm…you do know that the hurdles for our union and vows will be…messy, to put it mildly.”
“It will be fine,” Marius yawns again, his fingers idly tracing random patterns on your back. 
“Would’ve been nice to know that you were royalty from the beginning,” you point out, thinking back on your first meeting.
Marius eyebrows furrow, “Did I…not?”
“No?”
Marius turns to meet your gaze, “Oh. Must have been too enchanted by you to remember then.”
You roll your eyes with a small smile, but he continues with a more thoughtful expression. “But I wasn’t jesting about our vows and contract, Y/N. Politics is and would never be the goal of my vows to you.”“I know, Marius,” you meet his gaze. When he looks to be in need of more convincing, you gently grab his hand and place it over your belly, where the magical markings have become faded. Marius feels the faint hum of magic in you and…in you. “Fae magic and dragon magic would not have blessed us with our firstborn if we weren’t…sincere with our intentions.”
Marius kisses your forehead, and you close your eyes. Slumber was once again within reach when Marius gently jolts you awake. He smiles sheepishly as you give him an annoyed glare that clearly screamed, “What is it this time?”
“Why did you not just come with me then?” he asks.
You scrunch your eyebrows, not following so he adds, “The pearl. Why bother giving it to me?”
“So you can give me your firstborn?”
“Yes…” Marius slowly repeats as if you’re the one being dense. “Or you could have just gone back with me immediately?”
You blink and he blinks back. For a moment there was silence until the gears in your head clicked into place.  
“Did…did you think I intended to…propose?”“Yes? How else am I going to have a firstborn? Was I meant to have waited until I found a spouse and…Oh. Oh.”
You gape at Marius, now wide awake; and he just stares back at you with wide eyes as if he’s been enlightened with the secrets of life. The dumbfounded silence ended with the both of you erupting into laughter.
Tears hang onto the corner of your eyes as your tummy aches from laughing. Marius isn’t faring any better, his face flushed (most likely from embarrassment) as he cackles and gasps for air.
You’ve rolled away from his embrace as you kept laughing but Marius pins you on your back as he hides his red face in your chest. You soothingly rub his back even though you’re both still laughing (wheezing, at this point). Muffled in your embrace and still breathless, Marius manages to choke out, “I am so glad I misinterpreted it though.”
“Me too,” you admit. As the laughter subsides, you stare aimlessly at the ceiling and wonder, “It would be embarrassing if it came to light that the King of dragonkin could not understand a simple contract…”
Marius jerks, perching himself on his elbows to look at you. “You would not!”
An evil grin spreads on your face, and he protests in alarm. “That was not my fault! The terms were worded erm, vague?”
“My silence may be bribed…” you coyly suggest.
Marius squints at you before moving to kiss you, one of his hands already reaching to part your thighs. When you looked up at him, his gaze had turned dark and hungry which only made you smile. 
“Well, I can be very convincing,” Marius sultrily growls against your lips. “Whatever my Queen wants.”
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ohthemis · 6 months
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Hi! May i request a fanfic?? Where tot male leads are sick and mc is taking care of them, despite them saying they are fine and later on they starts acting clingy? Thank you so much! Stay safe :)
tot boys when they're sick
characters: all
a/n: ive been gone for centuries lol, sorry i got into a big school and underestimated the workload. finished this because i ditched my case study after a breakdown.
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ARTEM WING
he just wants to work, so why won't you just let him work? "i'm fine, mc. i promise, so please, just give me some time to work in peace." he knows he's being snappy, and it isn't fair to you, who just wants to help him, but it's not like he's dying.
you come behind him and tenderly place your hands on his shoulders. "you're sick, artem. please rest?" he sighs, he's trying to understand you, after all he'd do the same for you, but he can't help the nagging feeling of annoyance pulling on his chest.
"mc, i really need you to get out of my office right now. okay?" he doesn't intend for his tone to be so sharp, so mean, but that's exactly how it comes out. you sigh and do as he says, not before giving him a soft kiss on his scalp.
artem then proceeds to go back to work, or at the very least, he tries to. he feels sick and he feels guilty. he reluctantly gets up and opens his office door, greeted by the sight of warm soup and some tea prepped up by his doorstep.
his legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he's already wrapping his arms around you on the bed. he relishes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. 'it's good to be sick once in a while', he thinks.
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MARIUS VON HAGEN
he playfully nudges you away, "i'm fiiiine." his voice is nasally and hoarse, and his skin is paling. you both know he's not fine. "marius, i'm serious right now. let's get you to bed." he refuses again, his hands still typing away on the laptop, despite your tugging on his sleeve.
you even go as far as to try and entice him to bed. "come on, i'll even join you." he grins at that. "tempting offer, but this needs to get done asap, mc." you sigh at his stubbornness. "marius, you look like you're at death's doorstep." but he doesn't budge.
eventually, you're left no choice but to make him some soup and resign yourself to the sofa behind him. you're tapping away on your phone when you feel it. the sofa dips beside you, and he drops his head into your lap.
"mc, my head hurts so bad. i think i'm dying." you roll your eyes but your fingers almost reflexively start to massage his forehead. "that's why i told you to get off your computer and come rest." he sighs into your stomach as your ministrations on his skin relieve him of some pain.
"mm, you're always right, mc. offer still up for the bed." you help him up on his feet. "yeah. but don't get any ideas. you're sick." he lays his head on your shoulder, "'m not that sick." he proceeds to collapse on the bed within seconds of laying down.
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LUKE PEARCE
he's coughing his heart out and you're to your knees in worry for him. he, as always, assures you that it's nothing. in the morning, he tells you he was just choking on breakfast. now, he's telling you that he just swallowed wrong.
"luke, you're not fine. please just rest." you plead with him to the best of your abilities, but he refuses to budge. luke smiles at you reassuringly. "for what? just something in my throat is all." you sigh, knowing there isn't much you can do to argue with him.
he goes back to tinkering an old watch a client left for him to fix. you hear a sharp intake of breath and luke slowly turns around. you look up, and you nearly collapse yourself once you see the blood dripping from his nose, down to his shirt.
you're quickly standing next to him, panicking. luke calmly instructs you what to do, and you follow his words. your hands tremble as you tend to him, and he lets you lead him to the bedroom.
that night, he can barely sleep. he's tossing and turning, going between shivering cold and sweating hot. you spend the night kissing his tears away, brushing the damp strands of hair away from his forehead, and adjusting the ac as needed. he finally falls asleep during the early peaks of the morning, his hand tightly wrapped around yours.
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VYN RICHTER
vyn is a stubborn man. you should be used to it by now. there's no point in arguing with him, especially when he's dead set on something. but you wish that he'd just listen to you this once. "vyn, you aren't fine. you're sniffling and clearing your throat ever five seconds." he repeats the same thing he told you five minutes ago.
"it's just a cold, don't worry too much about it." but what kind of cold has him staggering as he walks or refusing lunch because he just has no appetite? you come over and wrap your arms around him, a frown on your face. he kisses your jaw and goes back to his papers.
you try to tug on his shoulder gently. "please? just listen to me this once. please?" he signs something, before humming. he sighs and stands up from his seat. "alright. lead the way." you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. you lay him down, and he thinks it's sweet how much you care for him.
he thinks it's sweet until he's on the brink of insanity because he feels absolutely sick and you're busy getting some medicine for him. "mc, just let me die, i need you here," he whines from the bedroom. you've heard the same thing in about 30 variations in 5 minutes.
once you get back with his pills, he practically inhales the drugs and latches onto you. he grabs you by the arm and pulls you in. "please stay," he asks, in a voice softer than you've ever heard from him. "you won't let me go anyway," you reply. he hums smugly.
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lolishdes · 8 months
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IMAGINE…
The tension is high, almost suffocating even as you find yourself cornered by the wall. His right arm is placed just above you, caging you, stopping you from escaping. Your eyes never leave one another, and by the second the hunger only grows. You look away from his dangerous eyes. “Please, not like this..” You pleaded with him, your fingers were lightly scratching the wall behind you, dammit your heart can't seem to catch a break.
His eyes softened at your words, with his free hand he lightly brushed your cheek, for a brief moment his fingers brushed against the corner of your lips. That sent an electrifying feeling down to your spine, he just knew the right places to touch. You shuddered at the feeling , and he knows damn well how much of an effect he has on you. His eyes linger down to your lips, they are plump and ready to be kissed at any moment from now.
But he resisted. 
He leans closer to your ear, this time his breath tickles your ear and neck. “Whatever are you pleading for, hm?” And in all honesty you don't know either. You're pleading for him not to do anything and yet you know deep down your heart you want it, you want him. But your head is telling you otherwise, and he can see that clearly. His eyes furrow at the expression you held, you are confused by your own feelings and he wasn't one to take advantage of your vulnerability.
He takes a step back, giving both of you some distance and some space for you to catch your breath. He takes your hand with his and pressed a gentle kiss on top of your hand. He gives you a cheeky yet charming grin and after that he turns around to leave you alone, not uttering a single word. 
Once the echoing footsteps have disappeared you keep the hand  that he kissed close to your chest, as the part his lips touched has a burning feeling still lingering.
|| Kaeya Alberich, Kamisato Ayato, Alhaitham, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Marius Von Hagen, Vyn Richter, Wriothesley, Draken, Ran Haitani ||
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au-starss · 1 year
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REST WELL !
༄ synopsis… how they sleep w/ you, their partner
༄ characters… genshin men + tot men x reader
༄ tags… scenarios, fluff, cuddling, domestic life
༄ words… n/a
༄ author’s thoughts… still on hiatus but i wanted to give something out so here we go :)
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He simply can’t fall asleep until he knows you have fallen sleep. Of course, he won't admit this to you. But, he always makes sure he's in a position where he can either see your face or hear you breathing. With his arms around you, making sure you feel safe with him, he'll pretend to fall asleep along with you. Only then when he knows your breathing steadies and your eyes relax is when he can finally allow himself to fully relax his body. His natural nature is to protect you, and protecting you when your sleeping is nothing different. It's the way he is, and he genuinely can't help put planting a soft kiss to your forehead, hoping it brings security to you.
ayato, childe, diluc, itto, kazuha, thoma, tighnari, xiao, artem, marius, vyn
He tends to like to stay up and immerse himself in either a book or work. But, at your request, he'll do it in bed next to you. You'll be cozied up next to him, lying right as his side. He'll either have his hand stroking your hair or holding your hand. Whatever work he can manage with one hand he will accomplish. And of course, it's quite easy to read a book with one hand. And by the time he's finished, he'll notice your figure sleeping soundly with that content expression you normally have. A soft smile crosses his lips and he turns off the light beside him, lying down next to you to get a peaceful night of rest with you by his side.
alhaitham, albedo, ayato, diluc, kaeya, pantalone, zhongli, artem, vyn
He always ensures that you're comfortable and prepared to relax in bed before he can even think of getting himself ready for bed. Whether you need medication before bed, a warm cup of hot tea, or some sort of nightly ritual, he will make sure it's all done. Of course, you have to remind him that he is just as important. So, this entire time, you are also making sure that he's doing what he needs to do before bed. Luckily, the two of you can develop a routine together in no time. You work together, then flop into bed, exhausted. But it's all worth it to be able to spend what seems to be insufficient time together, but it's so much more to the two of you.
childe, cyno, gorou, kaeya, thoma, luke, marius
His tactic of helping you go to sleep is whispering into your ear and allowing his voice to fill the night air. Just simple, "I love you so much" and "You are absolutely perfect, my love" are his absolute favourites. He loves rambling on about how amazing you are to him, and even about his day, if you ask about it. He also adores listening to your voice, if you don't feel too tired to talk. But if you are, that's okay. He will happily continue to talk and allow his voice to lull you to sleep. Even once he's sure you've fallen asleep, he'll continue with some small loving words. "Goodnight my beloved. May your dreams be nothing but sweet."
ayato, childe, gorou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, pantalone, thoma, tighnari, luke, marius, vyn
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call me by your name [marius/f!reader]
Summary: Marius always calls you "jie jie," "onee-san," or some other version of the word. You've finally had enough and decide to confront him about it. Surely he can just call you by your name - right?
Tags: fluff, banter, confessions, emotionally constipated reader
A/N: I love Marius von Hagen and it was practically a crime that I had not written more for him!! So here we go <3
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Marius, as you've learned, is more than a handful when it comes to smooth talking. You honestly think he could talk his way out of a paper bag and convince the wind to blow somewhere else for a while, thank you very much.
And then there's that.
The fact that 90% of the time, Marius calls you “jie jie.”
Or onee-san, noona - however many variants there are of the same word. And you understand the cultural concept of generally referring to a close, older female individual who is not necessarily a relative. But it still makes you feel strange when he says it.
“Marius, what are you doing here?”
The man in question is looking at you with those puppy eyes you both know you're weak to. Weaponized cuteness. Drat him and that knowing gleam in his eyes.
“I was just getting some fresh air when I saw you in Central Plaza! Did you not want to see me, jie jie?”
You sigh, pressing a hand against your forehead. “Marius, why do you always call me that? You know I have a name, right?”
He cocks his head to the side innocently. “Of course, onee-san! I'm just respecting my elders!”
Marius easily ducks as you fling out an arm at him, laughing at your indignant expression.
“Respect, my ass! I'm not that much older than you!” Huffing, you cross your arms in front of you. “And I'm very much not your sister!”
Straightening up, Marius pouts and shakes his head. “I know you aren't.” His expression sobers, and for a moment you think he might apologize. “Did you dislike it that much?”
You bite your lip, feeling the mood shift. “No, it’s just…”
It’s hard to put this feeling of restlessness into words, and your voice trails off. Why did such a common word always bother you so much? It’s not like you’re the only one who he calls jie jie. At least you assume so, even though you haven’t actually heard him do so.
Oh. So that’s why.
But Marius waits for you to speak, eyes soft and worried when you finally meet his gaze.
“I…” Taking a deep breath, you muster up the courage to be honest. Marius doesn’t get a lot of that, given his social position, and you at least want to be open with him. Even for all his teasing and tendency to appear where you are at seemingly random moments, you don’t think he would be able to be vulnerable first.
Clenching your hands into a fist, you find your eyes drift away towards his shoulders, unable to meet his gaze. “Marius, I don’t want to be your sister. So I wish you’d call me something else.”
He hums thoughtfully and nods. “Alright - come with me. I don’t think this is the right place for this conversation.”
Blinking, you look around you. Kids playing near the fountain, people chatting as they walked around - you had somehow forgotten that you were still in the middle of Central Plaza.
“Yes, let’s move somewhere else.” Embarrassed, you clear your throat.
Marius just smiles and gestures with his head for you to follow, matching your pace as you walk to the edge of the park, finding a bench to sit in the shade of some trees. It’s still in public, but you feel a little better being out of direct vision of most of the park.
Sitting down next to him, you clear your throat again as your thoughts continue to race. What was he going to say? Even though you could fit a child between the two of you on the bench, it feels all at once too close yet too far.
Marius leans forward, turning towards you with an inquisitive gaze. “So… if you don’t want to be my sister, what do you want to be?” You meet his eyes for a moment, and it’s enough to make your cheeks burn.
“Just. Call me by my name! You can do that, right?” You manage to get out, stumbling over each syllable with awkward bluster as you look away. Why can’t you just be honest? What happened to your determination a minute ago?
He hums, resting his arms on his knees, eyes still burning hot against your face. “But that’s what everyone else calls you. That’s boring, don’t you think? Why not something different?”
You glance back at him, steadily ignoring the way your heart rate picks up at the sight of his puppy eyes again. “Like what?”
Marius taps a finger against his chin thoughtfully, and you do your best not to stare. You just want to admire the color of his shirt. Definitely not thinking about the shape of his lips. Or how pretty his hands are. Nope, stop right there.
Shaking your head, you take a deep breath and sigh. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just being too sensitive about it. I know you don’t mean anything by it.”
“No.”
You startle at the firm declaration, and stiffen when you realize Marius has straightened up, brow furrowed as he looks at you.
“I’m glad you told me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry…” He pauses for a moment, clearly about to say jie jie again and now searching for a word to fill the blank. After a brief pause, he settles on your name.
It makes your chest feel funny, hearing him call you by your name for once. Like he’s really seeing you for you. But at the same time, it feels like you’ve lost something.
“Thanks, Marius.” You smile back at him, appreciating the effort. And all he did was say your name, just like everyone else.
Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately for the two of you - it only takes a week before Marius brings up the topic again.
“I know other people with your name, it gets confusing when I’m talking about you and people think I mean someone else.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You talk about me to other people?”
Marius coughs abruptly, shifting his gaze to the nearby window. “Anyway, I want to call you something else. How about a nickname?”
Chuckling, you settle into the sofa and sip the tea that Vincent gracefully poured for you before swiftly leaving. “It sounds like you’ve already thought of a few.”
He stands up and paces around his office. “Well I didn’t want to start calling you something you didn’t like.”
You nod and gesture for him to continue. “I’m all ears, Mister Marius.”
He pouts at that, finally turning to meet your gaze. “That sounds so formal. What are we in, a board meeting?”
A laugh bursts out of you. “A board meeting about nicknames. Rather silly, isn’t it?”
Marius chuckles as well, returning to his seat across from you. “Nothing’s silly to me when it involves you.”
You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face. “Yes, yes, this is serious business.”
“Indeed - so you see, I am in dire need of your input. What do you suggest?”
Marius all too easily plays along, and you find yourself at a crossroads.
“You want me to come up with a nickname for myself?”
His eyes widen as he leans forward across the table. “Then would you be fine with a nickname that I came up with?”
Blinking slowly, you shrug. “As long as it isn’t calling me family again.”
Marius stiffens, fingers halfway towards his teacup. “I… see. It’s true that the von Hagen name carries its fair share of weight.” His gaze falls to his lap, brooding.
Frowning, you shake your head and wave a hand in front of him, grabbing his attention. “That’s not what I meant. I just - “
His head raises slightly, eyes still hidden behind his dark hair. “Just what?”
You bite your lip. “I just - I like your family, you know?” Marius doesn’t say anything, and you desperately search for words to explain yourself. “Your father seems kind, and you’ve never been mean to me. Even if you are a little annoying sometimes.”
He lets out a tiny laugh, and it urges you on to spill out all of your feelings. You can’t stand seeing him upset like this. “And I - I wouldn’t want to be part of that as a sister. You know?”
It feels like you’re baring your heart in front of him, serving it raw on a plate with a fork and knife, and it’s honestly terrifying. You don’t know whether you want him to understand what you mean or not at all.
Marius’s hand falls to the table, teacup untouched. “So - you would still want to be part of my family. But not as a sister.”
Groaning, you reach up to pull at your hair in agony and embarrassment. “Please, spare me the recap! Just say yes or no!”
Suddenly, his hands are on yours, gently moving them away from your head. Your eyes must be wide like a deer in headlights, but they fixate on the soft smile on Marius’s face.
“I never thought you’d propose to me first. Did you really have to beat me to it?”
You sputter, face hotter than a furnace. “P-propose??? What are you -”
Marius squeezes your hands, fingers slipping between yours. He feels so warm against your skin, it makes your heart lurch.
“How else are you supposed to become part of my family if you aren't my sister?” He frowns thoughtfully. “I know he’s good looking, but I hope you weren’t thinking about marrying my father.”
You choke on your own spit. “MARIUS!!”
He snickers and leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. The intimate gesture grounds you, and you forget everything you wanted to say. That must be his special skill, making your brain restart frequently. The help desk in your head probably loves him.
“I’m kidding. But really. I need to make sure I’m not dreaming. Won’t you tell me?”
You always knew it, but in the end, you were never any match for Marius’s pleading voice. Squeezing his hand back, you close your eyes and gather the last bits of your courage.
“Marius von Hagen. For better or for worse, I love you. All of you. So don’t you dare think this is a dream and make me say this again.”
His forehead parts from yours, and before you realize what’s going on, Marius has moved around the desk to pull you into his arms, burying his head against the side of your neck.
“I love you too. Definitely for the better.” He murmurs into your hair, and you hug him tightly back, suddenly feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“Me too,” you whisper back into his shoulder.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through your chest. “You already said that.”
You hold him tighter, feeling as if in this moment, all the world is in your arms. “So remember it.”
Marius presses a soft kiss right below your ear. “I will. This is better than any dream.”
Rocking back and forth, the two of you hold each other close as if you might drown otherwise. The tea slowly grows cold, quietly forgotten in the heat of the moment.
A few months later, you are resting on the couch at Marius’s place, cuddling as you watch a film your colleague recommended to you. The sun has started to set, dyeing the pale walls a warm orange and gilding Marius’s features in burnished gold.
Reaching down, you shift to squeeze his hand in yours. The space between his fingers is now a familiar haven, and he squeezes back with a smile, turning to look at you.
“What is it?”
With the tender look in his eyes and the golden halo of sunset, Marius looks like he stepped right out of a painting.
“You know, Marius… I’m an ordinary person but you make me feel so special.”
He leans in to press a kiss to your temple. “And I live an unordinary life, but you make me feel ordinary. Normal. Special.”
You snort, nestling into his side as he tucks you under his arm. “Aren’t those antonyms?”
Marius just laughs, ducking his head to steal a kiss from your lips this time. “A normal guy in love, but special to you. That’s all I need.”
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a/n: your honor, i love him!! leave a heart in the replies if you support this marius/reader marriage ♡✧.·:·.*
a/n2: read this fic on ao3 to read my endnotes about the last lines of this fic that I hold so dear ♡
a/n3: austin von hagen is very good looking. i have eyes. it runs in the family apparently
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luvymuses · 1 month
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·̩͙   ݁  ˖  ⠀ dance for me, jiejie ⠀ ♡
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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.
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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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icypopz · 2 months
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with an expressionless + calm s/o  ♡
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↬ from anon ; if it's okay, could i request marius and vyn with a female reader who is mostly expressionless and calm and very hard to impress or fluster?
↬ notes ; marius von hagen (lu jinghe), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader
↬ from ice ; hihi first post of 2024 !!! also i switched it to gn!reader, i hope that's okay :> marius is so silly ueueue,,, also i'm not sure if i interpreted the prompt correctly i hope u like it ! T_T
↬ warning(s) ; none
please reblog ! it helps a lot :)
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[ marius von hagen / lu jinghe ! ]
marius and you make quite a pair. while he's rambunctious and whiny, often acting like an overgrown child around you, you're his polar opposite - calm and quiet, watching his tantrums with only the barest hint of a smile. people tend to wonder how you put up with him, but the truth is that the two of you balance each other out and bring out the best in one another; you're the ying to his yang.
whenever he's upset about something like the old men in the pax board of directors nagging him, marius will always come rushing to complain to you. he adores how you offer him a listening ear and a third-party opinion, and your tranquility always helps chase away his irritation. he always says you're like the sun pushing away the storm clouds of his anger. as the heir of pax, he's grown up around people always attempting to gain his favour, so marius really appreciates your ability to judge any situation objectively, even those involving him. it's a breath of fresh air to actually get scolded by you whenever he does something nonsensical instead of always being praised no matter what he does.
as for you not getting flustered easily, rest assured that marius will still try his absolute hardest to do so. when his usual trademark playful smirks and winks don't seem to work, he has to up his game, switching to super lame pickup lines which succeed only at making you laugh instead of flustering you (he still counts that as a win). however, he loves seeing even the smallest changes in your expression, such as you being unable to meet his eyes after he peppers kisses all over your face, or you burying your face in his shoulder after his hands travel under your shirt... even if you aren't as audacious with your expressions as he is, marius loves you wholeheartedly for who you are.
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[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]
vyn is actually quite similar to you, he's not the type to have wild expressions or wear his heart on his sleeve, so the two of you get along really well. he needs to be calm in his field of work in order to get people to open up to him, and you're just naturally a very serene person. even vyn feels at peace when he's around you, as being around you is a welcome break from his hectic life running the giannovyn mental health research center.
as a psychologist, vyn is well-versed in analysing body language or facial expressions to determine what someone is thinking. however, since you aren't a very expressive person, vyn becomes more attuned to your needs by communicating verbally with you instead of just assuming based on your body language. you both rarely argue as the two of you prefer to discuss your disagreements in a calm manner instead of getting too heated and saying things you don't mean. vyn also does his best to always ask you for your opinion on everything, from dates to presents, and in this way he manages to keep you as the world's happiest romantic partner.
you not getting flustered easily isn't something that bothers vyn, because he himself isn't someone who actively teases you that much. however, he adores seeing even the slightest changes in your expression when he does something for you, like when your nose scrunches up because you're trying not to cry happy tears, or your wide eyes when he surprises you with another grand gesture - it all feels like those are special sides of you only he gets to see. and that is exactly why vyn always goes over-the-top in extravagant preparations for you, whether it's growing your favourite flowers in his garden or baking you the perfect pastries - he loves you so much that he does everything he can to see your happy smile.
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chalkscene · 5 months
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tears of themis ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?
ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter
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“i have a question,” you tell LUKE. he’s sat on the couch, playing some new video game which he immediately pauses to acknowledge you. “okay, shoot.” “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars or me for only 10 dollars?” before luke can school his features, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as memories from your childhood flash in his mind. ever since you were kids, you’ve always had the most random trivia and inquiries ready to share with him—his heart swells at the thought of you not having changed at all. going back to your question, luke normally would’ve been deep in thought searching for an answer but he’s always had it in him. so with loving eyes, he meets your expectant ones. “you know i’d kiss you for free.”
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ARTEM looks up from his paperwork, paying you his undivided attention now. “come again?” you’re halfway through repeating the question when he cuts you off with a chuckle, “i heard you the first time.” you know he’s just too nice to dismiss you but if you spend another minute thinking about your case, you’re going to lose your mind. “so, what’s your answer?” “i’d kiss you,” he replies without skipping a beat and his lips curl into a smile. you mirror his expression before glancing at the door then back at your boyfriend. “can you kiss me now?” you pout, “i need motivation.” artem shakes his head at your antics but he adores them. he gets up from his seat en route to your side of the office, leaning in to grant your request when celestine barges into the room, “artem- oh.” artem immediately straightens up and clears his throat as he takes a step back from your desk, “yes?” whatever celestine’s come to see him for is soon forgotten, clearly enjoying the sight she walked into. the whole firm knows about your relationship with artem so you remain unfazed—unlike stellis’ notable lawyer whose cheeks are blushing furiously, unable to meet your colleague in the eye.
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“missed your pretty face,” MARIUS says in greeting the moment you open the door. half an hour ago, he called to let you know he was on his way to your apartment. now here he is, leaning in for a kiss which is immediately followed by a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your mouth on his. “you say that as if i’m not your lockscreen,” you tease when you pull away. “i can’t kiss my phone though.” he winks then dips his head lower for another peck but you stop him with a finger over his lips. marius’ eye brows shoot up in surprise, coaxing a giggle out of you. with a cheeky smile, you ask, “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” “what kinda question is that?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes at its absurdity before his familiar cockiness once again takes over his features. “miss, i’d pay to kiss you.”
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“is something on your mind?” VYN’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts—well, thought. you’ve had this random question plaguing your brain for a while now. “what is it?” vyn asks again. “well…” you begin, trying to form the words before you utter them, “i was curious…” “go on.” “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” vyn doesn’t respond right away, blinking at you as he is momentarily dumbfounded. but it’s not long before you sense the gears in his mind turning. you’re not sure if it’s due to the nature of his job as a psychiatrist but vyn is never not thinking—you truly believe he’s actually taking the question seriously. soon enough, he gives you his answer. “my rose,” he says as he tenderly takes your hand in his, “your kisses are priceless.”
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lunargrapejuice · 1 year
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'aren't you my gift?'
marius von hagen + artem wing x afab!reader
fic for my birthday event 💕 its officially my birthday and i've been saving this one just for today hehe
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, readers birthday, thigh riding (marius), dry humping (both), oral (male receiving - artem) - yes we are giving head on my birthday, it's what i would have wanted lol- gentle face fucking (artem)
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marius
early azure light shone through the slightly parted curtains in marius’ room. it wasn’t enough to stir you awake but your body woke up to meet it anyways. you didn’t rub the sleep from your eyes or stretch your muscles, not that you thought that’d be possible with the way marius held you with your back pressed against his chest, but all you wanted was to be closer to him.
slowly you turned in his arms and caught a glimpse of his dark hair shining like polished obsidian, long eyelashes to match, before you buried yourself into his chest. the smell of fresh linens and lavender wraps around you, just as marius’ arms did, as you nestle into him and it lulls you into a peaceful place between sleep and consciousness. a place where it's only the two of you.
after a bit he begins to stir and tangles your legs together, pulling you even closer. his slender fingers card through your hair and you can’t hold back from placing tender kisses against his chest. a hum of pleasure vibrates against you, deep and laced with sleep but full of fondness nonetheless. the feel of him, the press of your chest against his and his muscular thigh between your legs, it makes your body start to ignite with familiar heat. 
your lips travel over his collarbone and up his neck, goosebumps littering your body at the sound of the air leaving his lungs the more you kiss him. but you aren’t in control for long, not when marius pulls away from you and his grip around your waist tightens so he can easily pull you up to be face to face with him. his leg between your thighs pushes up too and in the process provides the pressure your body was waiting for to fully light aflame.
a sultry moan you couldn’t hope to cover up escapes your lips and if that wasn’t enough to flush your cheeks, you can only blush further under marius’ grin and amused violet eyes.
“you’re blushing love. did i do something you liked, hm?” he says it so casually but there's no hiding the teasing glint in his tone. “all needy for me.” even though he's teasing you about it, you know full well by the way he holds you that he's feeling just as needy for you too.
you stop him from saying more by pressing your lips against his, in a deep kiss that soon has your tongues tasting each other and the heat it creates makes your head cloud with love and lust.
little moans and whimpers escape you, the lovely sounds absolute devine against marius’ lips and the way he eagerly soaks them up makes you want to give him more. your hips start to grind against his leg, only the thin fabric of your dampening panties separating your bare pussy from his soft skin. but you want so much more of him. even if it wasn't your birthday you knew he wouldn’t deny your request, he’d give you whatever you wished for, whenever you asked, including himself.
your lips never part from his as you move to straddle him, his grip on your hips helping you move easily and right over what you were craving for most. you swear you feel his dick growing harder the moment you press against it with your aching sex.
“marius.. want you so badly..” you whisper so sweetly, sweet like strawberry cake, against his lips.
“you do, hm?” his tone is all playful innocence, an adorable chuckle following and you can’t help but smile at him. “but don’t you want all the presents i prepared for you?” you have no doubt that he’s spoiled you rotten but the best gift of all was right in front of you with flushed cheeks and glossy lips.
“but marius,” you reply with the same feigned innocence. “aren’t you my gift?”
your heart skips a beat at the way his eyes twinkle with surprise- like he hadn’t expected you to say that at all, and love- because you no doubt had the butterflies in his chest beating their wings against his rib cage and heart wildly.
it happens so quickly, the way he grabs onto you and moves so it is him that’s hovering above you, your legs wrapped around him for stability in his fast movements, pressing against his hard length, the feeling of each other having you both on bated breath.
“i certainly am now. as your faithful king it's my duty to grant your every wish, heh.”
artem
the taste of artems last bite of breakfast, maple syrup and strawberries, melts on your tongue, your sweet good morning kisses quickly turning more heated and desperate. he always held you so gently and protectively but when his desires were in the mix, needy hands holding you close and the way the pads of his finger sank into your plush skin, desperate kisses stealing every sense, your reserved artem getting lost in you; it was so intoxicating.
to be closer to him, feel more of him, you move from your spot next to him on the couch and onto his steady thighs. your hands cupping his face, as to not break the kiss while you moved, begin to feel warmer and you know it's from his flushing skin. his own hands rest on your bare thighs, remaining respectful as they always were even though the sight of you in only his shirt and a cute pair of underwear makes his heart race and his cock hard.
lifting off his legs a bit, you scoot closer and pull the hem of the white shirt up so it’s not adding to the clothes keeping your wet cunt from his growing erection. through your lace panties and his sweatpants you can feel his impressive length and grind into it, your essence seeping through your panties and onto his dark sweats. he groans at the feeling of you, moving his hands from your thighs; one snaking up your leg and to your back, holding you close to him as he bucked his hips. the other cups your face, touching you so tenderly but the twitch of them against your skin screams that he too wanted more.
for the first time since you started kissing after breakfast your lips finally break from each other. through your fluttering lashes you see how pink his lips are, a sheen of your mixed saliva making them look even more delicious than they normally do. unable to help yourself, you kiss him once more, slow and sweet and full of adoration.
those affections travel from his lips and down his jaw. you hate the loss of friction when you lift off his hard dick and make your way down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as you go. but you know whats waiting for you will be even better, the thought of the weight of his cock on your tongue making your mouth water. on the last few buttons, when your lips kiss his stomach, you palm at his cock- the sound of his moan going straight to your core- and rest on your knees comfortably on the floor before him.
suddenly he stops your movements, his hands cupping your face and pulling your gaze away from the bulge in his pants, as if he had just noticed what it is you’re about to do. with the red of his cheeks creeping up his ears he stares at you lovingly and says. “i should be spoiling you, you know? let me-”
“are you not my gift though?” you bat your lashes at him, your eyes focused on the deep sea of his eyes as you play with his dick through his pants. his hold on your face tightens, the knot in his stomach growing and his heart racing. under your touch his eyes flutter closed, jaw going slack when you tighten your grip on his length.. he looks so fucking beautiful and it only spurs you on. “for my birthday i just want you artem.”
you kiss the inside of one of his palms before slipping out of his hold. his hips lift with your movements to get him out of his pants. his aching cock resting against his stomach once free from its confines, beads of precum smearing against his skin. he can practically see the hearts radiating from your eyes before you close them and lick at his pink leaking tip.
his gentle hand comes to rest in your hair, tangling into your locks to help ease his cock into your eager mouth. “as you wish darling,” he says breathlessly, gently thrusting deeper into your throat. he’d let you have whatever you wanted on your special day but his cock still twitches at the thoughts that he’d be tasting you soon enough.
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dotster001 · 9 months
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Who gives the best hugs in each fandom? Tears of Themis
Summary:Who gives the best hugs in the tears of Themis fandom? Let's investigate!
A/N: been thinking about the series for a while, but needed a hug today, so....
Other parts: Ikemen Prince. Ayakashi Romance reborn. court of Darkness. Genshin Impact. Obey Me. Twisted Wonderland. ???.
It's sort of cheating…but every single one of the NXX boys gives great hugs….They can't help their squishiness.
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Oof. This man has my heart 😭
He hugs you constantly. Anytime he's excited, he's latching on to you; from behind, side hug, regular hug, pretty much any style of hug you can think of.
He's so soft. It feels like you're being hugged by a stuffed animal. His hair will tickle your skin as he buries his face in your neck, and his cologne just floods your senses, kind of intoxicating you in the same way a drug would. 
He's warm, too. And the slick bastard knows it. He uses it to his advantage constantly, to the point of keeping his home cold, so that when you visit, he has an excuse to "warm you up". He's shameless.
And if you don't have time for his hugs? Oh God, you better be ready for a pout to rival a toddler.
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He's the "secret" snuggle bug. He wants to hug you so bad. He just needs the go ahead from you, first.
And once he gets it, he's wrapping you in his arms, palms pressed to your back, his head resting on top of yours (or under yours if you happen to be taller than him). He always smells like a campfire from your childhood. He makes you feel a wave of nostalgia in every hug.
Another warm one. But less self aware about it. He doesn't understand why you always snuggle deeper into the hug when it's winter time. But he isn't complaining.
His favorite thing to do is thread your fingers together mid hug, so that, after the hug, you are holding hands.
Always has a cute hesitant expression before initiating, no matter how much you tell him it's okay.
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Vyn is cold. Which makes his hugs startling sometimes. But in the summer? The man is a personal A/C device.
When he hugs you, he has one arm around you, and the other rests on the back of your head, like he wants to direct you closer to him.
The hug always smells of whatever tea he drank that day, and usually a hint of spice, typically cinnamon or ginger. It's a warm scent that contrasts deliciously with the cold he gives off.
He always knows when you need a hug, sometimes even before you yourself know. It's probably because of his job, but sometimes it's fun to pretend that it's because you are both so in sync.
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He always smells like roses, and other fresh cut flowers. A mature floral scent. 
He's a hesitant hugger, but with his scent, and the way your cheek is pressed to his suit, you can't help but feel safe in his arms.
It's a firm hug, even if he is uncertain. Adding to the sense of safety. Plus, his suit always feels comfortable against your skin. It's the right combo of soft, firm, and supportive.
Is his suit the good hugger, or him? It's hard to say, because he never hugs you without it. But someday….someday you will hug sweater Artem! So help you God!
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byizoyas · 10 months
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tears of themis ; drabbles
sfw. ✩ the type of hugs they give you featuring: artem, marius, luke, vyn
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⸻ ꕥ ⌎ artem hugs you good morning pretty much everyday. his hugs are always quick, but so soft and comforting, and since he initiates it everytime it feels like he’s offering you his love through that daily embrace. and to be honest this is one of his ways to express his love. he’s pulling you so close that you can almost feel his heartbeat and then he drops a kiss on top of your head. he’s so gentle that if you ask for another one he’ll just keep you against him for as long as you want.
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ marius is super touchy. he just can’t help but pulls you in for a hug whenever he sees you. he stares at you for a few seconds, admiring how pretty you are and then he just rushes towards you, almost forcing you into his arms. ‘i love you’ he whispers against your ear, and he gets you smiling everytime. it surprised you at first how easy it was for him to speak these words so often but now you can’t see a day without hearing it, because it genuinely warms your heart everytime.
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ luke loves to hug you from behind while you’re doing something casual. you’re busy and he’s busy staring fondly at you. he looks at you for a few long minutes which seem to be a few seconds to him. you don’t even notice it because you’re too focused on your actions and he finds it absolutely adorable which is why he eventually comes towards you, grabs your waist and buries his face into your neck, dropping a few soft kisses on your skin.
⸻ ꕥ ⌎ vyn isn’t that much into initiating physical contact because he prefers when you do it. still, sometimes, when he craves attention and you don’t give it to him, he’ll take you by the hand and slowly pulls you in for a gentle embrace. and he remains unmoving, keeping you close to his heart and humming your delicious scent. he always tells you compliments while rubbing your back softly. his hugs definitely are the best despite it not occurring a lot making them really precious to you.
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