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absurdthirst · 7 months ago

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Seeing Double {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Max Phillips}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: Crude flirtation, animosity, drinking, Marcus being a sweetheart, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of biting, dubious consent, glamoring, deception

Comments: You despise your next door neighbor Max Phillips, but one day, you meet his cousin Marcus Pike. Charmed by the less abrasive FBI agent, you start to date him, even though he looks like Max.

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“Well heyyyyyyyyy neighbor.” The second you hear his voice, you tense up, back turned towards him as you close and lock your door. “When are you gonna invite me inside for a night cap?” The smug innuendo in his voice makes you huff as you turn around, shoving your house keys into your pocket and pushing your purse up your shoulder. “When hell freezes over, Phillips.” You scoff, not even bothering trying to be pleasant.

Max Phillips is your pain in the ass neighbor. Irritating from the first time you met him when he moved in. Offering to help you move your bed into the apartment and break it in with you while waggling his brows in a disgusting display of over exaggerated confidence. From that moment on, you had done your best to avoid him, and when you couldn’t, you were as hostile as you could manage.

Max chuckles, watching you as you head towards the elevator and he knows you’ll never give him the time of day. You’ve already judged him, albeit correctly, but it still irks him. With a sigh, he unlocks his apartment and makes his way inside. He will have to come up with a plan.

****

You are walking down the entrance hallway to the elevator and you sigh when you see Max standing there. He looks different. Less expensive suit. Sporting a beard that you have no clue how he managed to grow that overnight. “Hey. Uh, do you know the code for the elevator?” He asks and you snort, “you got memory loss, Phillips?” You scoff and his eyebrows raise, “I take it you don’t like my cousin?” He asks and your eyebrows raise, “sure thing, Max.” You think he’s messing with you and the man shakes his head, “I’m not Max. He’s my cousin. My name is Marcus.”

“Marcus…..” You say his name cautiously, sure he is messing with you and when he offers you his hand, you bite your lip and take it. He’s warm, his eyes don’t hold that confidence that Max always carries despite being turned down at every corner. This is a man who is infinitely more kind and despite the fact that he and Max look almost like brothers, he is more attractive. You tell him your name and tilt your head. “What’s your last name, Marcus? Is it Phillips too?” Marcus chuckles and shakes his head. “No, our mothers are sisters. My last name is Pike.” He explains. “I just moved here and Max offered to let me stay with him until my apartment is ready.” He lifts his brows. “I’m an FBI agent.” He clarifies. “Don’t work with Max.” You hum, surprised and relieved to find that the cousins seem to be on the opposite ends of the spectrum personality wise.

“Max didn’t mention he had such a pretty neighbor.” Marcus says softly, “and he talks way too much. He was probably trying to keep you a secret.” Marcus chuckles, “but he didn’t give me the code for the elevator.”

“Sounds like him.” You snort, taking the respectful compliment and smiling as you type in the code to open it up. “It’s 424#” you explain as the doors open and you motion him on. “They were supposed to upgrade to keycards last year, but there was some kind of hold up.”

Marcus smiles, “thank you. I would've stood here all day trying to get Max to answer his phone when he’s at work.” He rolls his eyes playfully as you stand beside him while the doors close. “I take it that you aren’t my cousin’s biggest fan?”

“Your cousin is a disgusting pig.” You scoff. “The first time I met him, he offered to help me break in my bed.” You explain and he winces, understanding completely why you wouldn’t appreciate that. “And he’s done nothing to change that opinion of him.”

Marcus clicks his tongue, “yeah. His mom would slap him silly if she knew he said that to you. I apologize on his behalf. That is not how he was raised.” Marcus promises and shakes his head, “certainly not how I was raised.” He adds, “and I would never want to offend a beautiful woman.”

Your brow lifts at the compliment and you smile. Marcus is handsome and it’s been a long time since you’ve met a man who has no ulterior motive to pay a compliment. “Thank you.” You hum, tilting your head. “You seem to have gotten all the charm in your cousin's group, despite Max’s inflated ego.” You tease. “And the looks. Tell me, did Max give you a key to his apartment?”

Marcus nods, pulling the key from his pocket, “yeah. Threw it at me before he rushed off to work. Had some new sale he’s working on.” Marcus rolls his eyes, “always working. I work hard but you gotta take some time to relax.”

You nod in agreement. “Although I’m sure being an FBI agent is a lot more stressful than sales.” You roll your eyes. “I work hard, but the evenings are for watching movies, maybe drinking some wine and spending time with those I care about.”

“Yeah. My work takes me a lot of places and I- I was actually undercover for a while. I am the head of my department now so I can assign things more. I like a relaxing night in. Wine and a movie.” He smiles softly, and the elevator dings, “maybe we could get a drink sometime? You could tell me where’s good around here?”

You consider it for a moment, and you might be a little cruel for thinking it might be the perfect revenge on Max - dating Marcus. But you see his hopeful expression and you smile. “Absolutely.” You agree, pushing aside that thought. “We could go out tonight if you aren’t tired?” You offer. “Since Max is working?”

Marcus offers you a soft grin, excited and intrigued by you. He nods, "I just gotta clean up and I'll be ready. You wanna say twenty minutes and I'll come knock on your door. Which number are you again?" He asks, a slight frown on his face as he realizes he doesn't know where you live.

You laugh, very charmed by him and give him your apartment number right as the door opens on your floor. “I live right across the hall so you shouldn’t get lost.” You tell him, stepping out first when he motions you to go in front of him.

Marcus nods, "twenty minutes, ma'am." He smiles and adjusts his keys, turning towards Max's front door and he unlocks it so he can freshen up for your evening together.

You notice that Marcus waits for you to open your door and you think that it’s very sweet. Waving to him as you close your door and hurry to get ready. You will take him to your favorite bar down the street. Good food and good drinks, it will be a nice introduction to the neighborhood for him.

Marcus works fast to get ready, wanting to look put together but not look like he put in too much effort. He inhales deeply, adjusting his hair, and he grabs his wallet and key for the apartment before he makes his way over to your front door and he knocks.

“Coming!” You had dressed in something casual but very pretty in your opinion. You feel great in this outfit and it shows every time you wear it. Open the door, your mouth waters when you see him in a collared shirt and a leather jacket with some jeans. “Wow.” You hum in approval. “I think I like this look over the suit.”

Marcus blushes, “thanks. You look beautiful.” He compliments you with a soft smile and he can’t help letting his eyes trail down your figure before they flick back up to your eyes. “Wanted to be comfortable. You ready to go?” He asks, “I want to know the lay of the land.”

You lock up your apartment and link your arm through his when you walk towards the elevator. “Come on then.” You tell him. “I’ll have you in tune with the neighborhood better than your cousin. This bar is one of my favorites and I love the food there. On Sundays, they have an amazing Bloody Mary brunch.”

“I love a Bloody Mary.” Marcus chuckles, “extra bloody.” He jokes and you make your way to the elevator. He lets you lower your arm from his as he presses the button and he runs his fingers through his short hair. “I get that you can’t stand my cousin but I hope you don’t judge me for being related to him. He’s my cousin, but he can be a dick.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be bringing you to my favorite spot.” You point out, grinning as he contemplates that and snorts in amused agreement. “So you said you are your team lead?” You ask, wanting to know more about him. “What kind of work do you do? Are you in the X-Files?” You tease, having loved that show when you were younger.

"I wish. I am the head of the art crimes department. Lame as Max would say but I love it. I studied art history in college so it's great to put my knowledge to good use and weirdly, I get some crazy cases. I was undercover a few months ago." He confesses as the elevator opens and Marcus gestures for you to exit first.

“You had mentioned that earlier.” You nod and guide him out of the building and onto the street. Turning him towards the bar, you walk with him in the cool night air. The sun has gone down and it’s a lovely night with the streetlights brightly lit. “I have to say that sounds cool. Was it interesting? Or were you undercover in some dusty shop?”

“No. No. It, uh, I had to go undercover in the mafia. They were transporting weapons and drugs within sculptures - expensive and rare ones - so I had to figure out their contacts and shipping routes.” He reveals, blushing when you gasp and go “oh wow. That’s incredible.” He smiles, “thanks. What about you? What do you do for work?”

You tell him what you do and shrug. “It has its ups and downs. But I manage to stay sane.” He laughs and you like the sound of his laugh. He sounds like a man who enjoys laughing.

Marcus looks at you as you approach the bar and he smiles, liking how carefree you are right now. You look gorgeous under the streetlight and he doesn’t know why Max has been so rude to you. You’re lovely.

You bring him into the bar and sit down in the regular seat you occupy while you are here. Introducing him to the bartender. “Tony, this is Marcus Pike.” You tell him. “He’s new to the area, so be good to him, we want to make a good impression.”

Tony frowns, looking between you and Marcus. “Uh, nice to meet you man.” He says and Marcus nods, “thank you. I really appreciate it. This one here is showing me around since my cousin is busy working.” Marcus rolls his eyes and Tony nods, glancing at you again, “cousin, eh?” He asks you as he wipes down the space in front of you on the bar.

“I’ve told him they could be brothers, but Marcus is much nicer than Max could ever dream of being.” You snort and shake your head. “They have a nice sangria here, or a cab if you prefer.” You tell Marcus.

“Yeah. Look just like each other.” Tony says with narrowed eyes and Marcus chuckles, “I am the nice one. And I’ll have a cab.” Marcus orders, “you want to get a bottle?”

You purse your lips and nod. “Let’s do it.” You agree with a grin, knowing you can split a bottle and enjoy it. Learn about each other. “Why don’t we start with a bottle of cab and order one of their charcuterie boards? That way we have a little something on our stomachs?” You offer. “I could make a meal off of them. They are so good.”

Marcus smiles, “let’s do it. Treat ourselves.” He winks and Tony nods, walking off to put your order in. Marcus turns to look at you again, “so what’s a beautiful girl like you doing alone? No partner?” He asks, leaning a little closer.

“Single.” You admit without a care. “When I moved into the building I had just left a relationship behind. Wasn’t looking to date for some time.” You shrug. “Wanted to do some self reflection and heal.”

Marcus hums, “I can understand that. I, uh, I was engaged and she - well, she left me for the man she worked with. We were supposed to move to D.C together and she called me when she was on the plane to tell me she wasn’t coming. Hit me hard so I’ve been working through that.” He confesses with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Oh Marcus.” You reach out and touch his arm. He doesn’t look like he’s mourning the woman, more that he’s missing what might have been. “I am so sorry.” You murmur softly. “I hope that they don’t work out.” You snort. “It’s not hard to be honest.”

“She’s married him. Got a baby on the way. I- it’s the past. It is what it is and I am glad I didn’t marry her. I’d never want to marry someone who’d regret it. Who loved someone else.” He sighs, “I’d rather be alone than be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me.”

He is such a sweet man. Tony brings your bottle and two glasses and pours out measures of the cab into each. Picking up your glass, you offer him a toast. “To finding someone who wants to be with us.” You offer. “May they be quick to arrive and linger forever.”

Marcus offers you a smile, "to a forever partner." He toasts and clinks his glass with yours and he takes a sip. "Damn. I needed this." He groans after the swallows. "So, what made you give me a chance? Especially since I look like my cousin that you hate?"

“I hate him because he’s a dick, not because he’s not good looking.” You admit. “I like your personality, you are genuine.” Taking a sip of the wine you smile. “I like men who are confident but not cocky.”

Marcus snorts, "yeah. He is cocky. He loves himself. I - I have been knocked down a few times." He confesses, "keeps me humble." He winks and takes another sip of his wine when Tony sets the charcuterie board down. "Thanks, that looks delicious." Marcus groans when he sees the meat and cheese.

“I love these boards.” You admit, eagerly reaching to make a little bite for yourself. “It’s my guilty pleasure when I don’t feel like cooking. It’s hard cooking for one.”

"Girl dinner." He jokes and you chuckle, "yeah. Exactly." He gestures for you to go first, "grab what you want. I am lactose intolerant so I am living on the edge but it's so worth it." He confesses with a shrug.

“Oh no.” You wince in sympathy. “It is worth it though. I’ve never met someone who was lactose intolerant that wouldn’t risk the cheese.”

"Definitely worth it." He promises, "but if I rush to the bathroom...just ignore how unsexy that is." He teases and reaches for a piece of cheese, groaning at the taste. "Worth it." He confirms with a nod,

You laugh, charmed by his ability to joke and make fun of his situation. “I didn’t see a thing.” You promise, taking a sip of your wine and finishing the first glass. You are eager to get to know him and find out if he is as perfect as you are starting to suspect him to be.

Marcus grins, excited to spend time with you. To see you smile and make you giggle. He hasn't felt like this in such a long time and he is ready to put himself back out there.

****

The note taped to your door the next morning makes you smile, even before you pull it down and open it. ‘Had a great time last night. My treat tonight? M.P.’ You hum to yourself, feeling those little butterflies swimming in your stomach and you know that your crush on your neighbor’s cousin has grown even more since he had insisted on walking you to your door and waiting for you to open it even if he was just across the hall. Leaning in and brushing his lips against your cheek as he thanks you for the night. He is just amazing.

“Whatcha got there?” Your mood is soured in a second when you hear Max’s voice and you turn to glare at him. “None of your fucking business.” You snap, folding the note backover and tucking it into your pocket.

Max clicks his tongue, "no need to be mean." He tilts his head, "I was simply being a nice neighbor." He offers you a smile, "you looked happy and I wondered who could possibly chip away at that frosty exterior you put up." He leans closer to you, inhaling your scent.

You hiss and jerk away from him, annoyed that he had spoiled the giddy moment with you. Then you tap the note against your palm. “If you must know.” You smirk. “Your cousin was thanking me for a wonderful night.”

“Marcus? Jesus, one night I’m working late and he’s already got into your pants?” You roll your eyes at him. “He’s smooth.” Max scoffs, “impossible when he’s always been the geek. The awkward one. He’s a loser. You know he was dumped by his fiancee?” Max asks like he hates his cousin but he just wants to make him sound bad so he can have you for himself.

“Wow.” You sneer, shaking your head at the way that Max acts. “You are a real class act, Phillips. Marcus is worth ten of you.”

Max snorts, “whatever, sweet cheeks. Enjoy the good guys. They don’t always finish last, if you know what I mean.” Max scoffs and strides off towards the elevator, ready for work and he’s not in the mood to fuck around. Evan is gonna get it today.

“Have a nice day!” You call after him, laughing at the fact that he hadn’t looked pleased at all. Apparently he didn’t like losing out to his cousin. That’s just too damn bad.

****

Marcus adjusts his collar as he rings your doorbell, anxious to take you for dinner and he is excited. He hasn’t felt the way his stomach twists with nerves in so long. You’re beautiful and the date last night made him realize that he can get back on the horse. You open the door after a few minutes and he offers you a smile with his soft “hey.”

“Hey.” You look him up and down, impressed with how sexy he looks. It’s not flashy or ostentatious, classic and sophisticated. “Let me grab my purse and I’ll be ready.” You leave the door open and turn to grab your things.

Marcus smiles when you lock your door and he is brave when he takes your hand to guide you to the elevator. “Your hand is cold.” You gasp and Marcus looks down at your joined hands, “sorry, baby. I run cold.” He confesses, “need you to warm me up.”

You hum, curling into his arm. “Don’t worry.” You grin. “I run hot, especially when I’m sleeping.” It’s an invitation for later and you know that you will ask him in for a drink tonight when you get home.

Marcus smirks, picking up what you’re dropping, and he pushes the button once you’re in the elevator. He pulls you closer, reaching for your other hand, and he tilts his head so he can nudge his nose against yours. “Do you like Italian?” He asks, teasing your lips with a hot breath.

“Love Italian.” You smile, feeling impulsive and you lean in to press your lips to his for a very brief kiss. His lips are cool, but you actually don’t mind that. His eyes are wide in surprise, but you just bite your lip. “Let’s go eat so we can get back.”

He smiles as you pull back, looking at you, and he squeezes your hand as the elevator doors open. “Come on, baby. I got this recommendation from someone at work. Apparently it’s like being in Naples.” He grins as he keeps your hand in his as he walks you to the car. “This is Max’s car.” You frown and Marcus lets go of your hand to open the passenger door. “Yeah. He’s letting me borrow it. Mine is in the shop for a service.” He explains, hoping you aren’t mad.

You don’t particularly like using Max’s car, but you are surprised that he even let Marcus use the car tonight considering how he had reacted to you preferring his cousin over him. “Hopefully he’s not going to be a prick to you about it later, then.”

Marcus scoffs as he settles in the driver's seat, “he can’t say a word. He promised he wouldn’t be an asshole. Don’t worry, I can handle Max.” He promises, “and enough talk about him. Let’s focus on us. How was work?” He asks, pulling away from the space.

“It was good.” You tell him about your day; chattering on as he starts to guide the car towards the restaurant. “Do you know this place?” You ask, surprised that he’s not using GPS.

“Oh, uh, yeah, it’s on my way home from work.” He says, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel. “You excited for the weekend?” Marcus asks and you nod, “hell yes. I have a new show I want to watch, maybe you could keep me company?” You smirk, reaching out to squeeze his knee, and Marcus takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to it. “I have no plans, baby.”

New romance is always exciting and there is something comfortable about being with someone who seems just as eager for love as you are. You want to be with someone, you want to love someone and have them love you back and it seems like that is exactly what Marcus is looking for. “You do now.” You promise him. “Have you heard anything back on your apartment?” You ask, knowing he has to be eager to have his own space away from Max, no matter how they might get along.

Marcus sighs, “apparently there was a leak and the landlord is having to get it fixed. Looks like I’m gonna be here for another week.” He confesses and you tut, “I’m not upset for proximity but you’re gonna have to deal with Max.” Marcus snorts, “I can handle him. He can be a douche but he really is good deep down. He just…he thinks he has to portray this successful businessman image.”

“He’s wrong.” You roll your eyes. “The kind of attention he gets with that image is not the kind that lasts.” You aren’t going to tell him that because he wouldn’t listen, but Marcus is different. “He’d probably bring home more women if he would just be normal.”

Marcus snorts,”I don’t think there’s such a thing as Max being normal.” His confession makes you snort and you squeeze his hand as he navigates the road. “Well, good thing I’m not him. I don’t care about my image, I just care about impressing you.”

“You do impress me.” You promise, settling back into your seat and watching him drive. “You are someone that I can see starting a relationship with. If that’s something you are interested in.” You add, aware that he is new to the area and might want to keep his options open.

Marcus nods, turning to look at you for a second, “definitely something I am interested in. I like you. You’re gorgeous, and I am emotionally damaged but healing if that’s something you can handle. I’m ready to love again.”

You smile and nod, “so am I.” The restaurant comes into view and Marcus focuses on getting parked and he even rushes around the front of the car to open the door for you. “I’m starving.” You tease. “We should eat fast.”

“Well I was hoping to get a bottle of chianti and learn more about you.” He says with a blush as he takes your hand and shuts the door behind you. He guides you into the restaurant, your hand in his, and he gives his name for the reservation. “I have a reservation for Max Phillips.” The host says and Marcus frowns, ignoring the way your eyebrows raise. “Shit. I think I used Max’s phone to make the reservation. It must’ve picked up his name on the app.” Marcus curses himself, “sorry, sweetheart. Uh, yeah, that’s my reservation.” He tells the host who nods and grabs the menus, “follow me.”

You almost tell Marcus that he should charge it to Max’s credit card, but you aren’t that mean. It is his cousin and there must be something redeeming about the man to have someone as kind as Marcus stick up for him. You proudly take your date’s arm as you follow the host to the table and smile when Marcus rushes to pull the chair out for you. “Thank you.” You murmur, appreciating the romantic atmosphere with the candlelight flickering on the table between you.

He orders a bottle of chianti and you peruse the menu. “Order whatever you want. I want to enjoy tonight.” Marcus grins over the top of his menu, “I want to drown in red sauce.” He grins, “and you.”

You giggle at his joke and shrug. “Play your cards right and that will happen, Mr. Pike.” He winks at you and your stomach flips in pleasure. This man is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. “I think you are dangerous.” You tease. “You’ve been holding back.”

Marcus smirks, “maybe. I, uh, I can be a flirt. And direct. Just want to warn you about that.” He says and you shake your head, “no need to apologize. I love it.” You promise, stretching your leg to nudge his. Marcus winks, setting down the menu, “let’s order dinner first. Dessert later, baby.”

Both of you order what looks good, deciding to share and you flirt outrageously until the waiter comes to take your order. “So are you happy you had to move?” You ask, leaning in and reaching for his hand to take it. This feels so right, like you are supposed to be this enamored with him.

Marcus smiles, looking down at your joined hands, “very happy. I- I never imagined, well, you are beautiful, smart, funny…sexy. I am a lucky son of a bitch and I haven’t even been in your bed. I know that I can’t mess you around. I like you. A lot. Is that weird to say so soon after meeting each other?” He asks, worried he’s scared you off.

“No, not at all, I feel the same way.” You laugh in relief and squeeze his hand. “It might be crazy but when it’s right, it’s right, you know?”

Marcus grins, happy that you feel the same way. “Good. Now, tell me about your childhood. Your exes. Any emotional baggage I should know about since you know mine?” He teases, “no vampires in your closet?” He jokes and you chuckle, “isn’t it skeletons in your closet?” You tilt your head and Marcus snorts on a chuckle, “oh yeah. I haven’t even had a glass of wine.”

You like that he’s eager to know more about you and you pick up your glass to toast. “To examining the vampires in the closet.” You joke and he shoots you a grin, tapping his glass against yours.

****

Marcus cuts the engine, looking over at you as he parks Max’s car, and he gets out, making his way around the hood to open the door for you. “Welcome home, ma’am.” He teases when he takes your hand to help you out of the car.

“Tonight was amazing.” You hum, looking into his eyes and feeling the urge to invite him to your place. “I don’t want it to end just yet.” You admit breathlessly. “Want to come to mine for a nightcap?”

Marcus nods, excitement spinning in his stomach, and he lets you guide him into the building after he locks the car. “Max will kill me if something happens to his car.” Marcus snorts as you unlock the door and you’re soon in the elevator. After pressing the button for your floor, Marcus steps closer and pushes you into the wall of the car, “hi.” He murmurs, leaning in to nudge his nose with yours.

“Hi.” You smile, curl of your hand into his hair and the back of it feels shorter than it looks. He looks down at your lips and then back up into your eyes, seemingly asking for permission to kiss you. You close the gap and press your lips to his without hesitation.

He is eager as he kisses you, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, pressing you into the wall so he’s surrounding you and he slides his tongue along your lower lip as the elevator door pings and opens. He sighs against your lips and reluctantly shifts back from you, taking your hand in his again.

You guide him towards your apartment and only pull your hand out of his to unlock the door and push it open. Stepping inside, you expect him to just follow you as you kick off your shoes and toss your purse down on your entryway table.

Marcus offers you a shy smile, “I, uh, I am really big on consent and if I come into your place, I’m gonna want to make you cum, so I need you to tell me you want me to come inside or I’ll head back to Max’s. I don’t want to do something you don’t want me to do if I misunderstand this situation.”

“God, you are such a gentleman.” You coo, crooking your finger to him. “Come inside, please come inside.” You beg. “I want you to fuck me.” Max would never put someone else’s pleasure before his own, or ask permission to step inside your apartment if the door was opened. Marcus beams and steps inside. “Come kiss me again.”

He surges forward, kicking the door shut behind him to wrap his arms around you, dragging you close so he can press his lips to yours. His tongue slides into your mouth and his hands caress your body through your dress. You’re gorgeous and he loves it. He wants to hear you cry out for him, he’s desperate to make you cum. He’s imagined it far too many times.

Marcus presses you against the wall, kissing you deeply and sliding his hands under your dress. You moan and pull him closer; loving how he feels against you despite being cooler than normal.

His hands squeeze your ass through your panties and he loves how you press yourself against him and trap yourself between him and the wall. “So fucking pretty.” He murmurs against your chin, kissing along your jaw until he’s pressing his nose into your pulse. “Smell delicious.”

You gasp when he scrapes his teeth over your skin, shivering in pleasure. “Marcus.” You moan quietly, tilting your head back so he can have more access to your neck. “Bedroom.” You plead, ready to strip down and have him touch you.

He groans, “show me where to go.” He pleads, not knowing the layout of your apartment and he watches you as you pant, pulling away from him to grab his hand and you almost drag him into the hall down to your bedroom.

Inside, you take the initiative, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling his hips while you lunge forward to kiss him again. You feel fevered, like you have to have him. Everything in your body screaming for you to fuck him when you look into those soft brown eyes of his.

His hands reach for the hem of your dress, wanting to rip it from your body, but he shows restraint and carefully pulls it over your head, chuckling at your whine when you break your kiss. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck.

“So are you.” You pant softly, grinding down on him as you reach for his shirt. He's already shed his jacket somewhere, but you want to see him, to touch him. “You must feel amazing in the summer.” You joke, fingers brushing his cool skin.

“No need for AC.” He teases as you start to unbutton his shirt. “Take what you want from me. I’m yours.” He promises and his fingers caress your back, slowly sliding up until he can unclip your bra.

shiver slightly, grinning down at him. “You seem to like the view.” You tease, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. “Feels like I’m going to enjoy the ache you make me feel tomorrow.”

“Oh don’t worry about tomorrow. Just enjoy tonight.” He says, kissing your jaw as he drags the lingerie down your arms to expose your tits to his hungry gaze when he leans back to look at you. “Jesus. Even better than I imagined. Gorgeous.” He murmurs, sliding his hand around to cup your breast so he can tilt it up while he ducks down. Taking your nipple into his mouth, he sucks on it and bites down, loving the way your fingers tangle in his hair.

You gasp out his name, making him growl against your tit and it sounds so feral. You love how he sounds, making your cunt clench around nothing. Your fingers slide into his hair again and you tug on it, arching your back up to offer yourself to him more.

He releases your nipple with a pop and switches to the other, his cock throbbing beneath you and his hand slides down, caressing your stomach until he’s cupping your cunt through your underwear. “Fuck, so wet.” He groans against your breast.

“Wet for you.” You moan, rolling over onto your back and stripping his shirt off his shoulders when he comes with you. “Marcus, you are so fucking hot.” You moan, caressing his stomach and loving how he is lean but he is not overly muscular.

He chuckles at your moan and he wraps your lace panties around his fingers, forming a fist until he pulls and rips them from your body. “Holy shit.” You gasp and he chuckles again, kissing along your stomach.

“That was sexy.” You groan, watching him as he makes his way lower. “Oh god.” you whimper, feeling his hot breath against your mound. It’s been so long since someone has touched you like this. “Marcus.”

He inhales deeply, enjoying your scent, and he slides his tongue through your folds, groaning at your tangy taste, and he squeezes your thighs as he pushes them further apart with his shoulders.

You moan, eyes slipping closed and you reach up to cup your tits, squeezing them while he licks into your pussy with an eagerness that makes you hum in pleasure. “You are so good.” You huff, rolling your hips down.

Marcus smirks against your clit, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves, and his dark eyes watch you as you enjoy the pleasure, his cock throbbing as he grinds into the bed.

Glancing down, you gasp when you see yellow eyes looking back at you, only to blink and find his warm brown eyes fixed on you again. Your thighs press against his head and you tilt your head back, unsure of what your mind is doing playing tricks on you like that.

Your fingers slide through his locks and he shakes his head, trying to stimulate you more, and he loves the way you cry out when he sucks on your clit, his hand sliding along your thigh until he can push two thick digits into your fluttering pussy.

“Oh shit.” You hiss, feeling his fingers stretch you out. You close your eyes, whimpering his name as you squeeze your tits again. “So good baby, fuck. You are so good.”

He loves your praise and he can feel your heartbeat through your pussy, making his cock twitch, and he curls his fingers, working them a little faster. He wants to hear you cum, he wants to see what he’s imagined far too many times.

He has magical fingers. Almost too soon, your stomach is twisting and your pussy clamps down around his fingers, soaking him as you shake apart.

He groans, working you through it as you moan out “Marcus” and he needs to release his cock from his pants. You push him away when it becomes too much and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your thigh after he withdraws his fingers.

“Oh my god.” You whine, pulling him up and wanting to kiss him again. You don’t care that his lips are covered in your juices. “That is so good. You are so good.”

His cock is hard against your thigh as you kiss him and he slides his tongue into your mouth, enjoying your moan and he is ravenous for you. “You want more?” He asks, biting your chin.

“Yes, fuck yes.” You moan, reaching down and cupping his cock through his pants. “Fuck me.” You beg. “I’m clean. On birth control.” You normally don’t trust a man in your bed without a condom, but you know you can trust Marcus.

Marcus grins, “I’m clean too. I promise. I get physicals for work.” He clarifies and he shifts to his knees so he can unbuckle his belt, tossing it across the room and he smirks as he starts to unbutton his pants, pulling his cock out for your hungry eyes.

“God.” You moan, licking your lips and you shift to your knees as well. “I want to suck your cock.” You tell him, making him smirk. “It’s so pretty, I know it would look good in my mouth.”

He awkwardly pushes his pants down his legs, kicking them off, and you giggle when he falls forward a little less than gracefully. “I’m yours, baby. You can do what you want.” He promises you when he sees you eying his cock, still throbbing with need for you.

He collapses back into the bed and you push him down. Kissing his lips and then down his cool chest as you wrap your hand around his cock. Hearing him groan as you start to pump him and you grin. Catching his eye as you lower your head and lap at the weeping head.

“Fuck. You look so pretty like that. Imagined this so many damn times. You like that, huh? Taking Ma- Marcus’s cock into your mouth? You look like you’re desperate for my cock. I love it.” He smirks, caressing your cheek and feeling the way his cock stretches your cheek out.

You hum, looking up at him as he watches you. Pushing him deeper until his eyes widen and his length presses against the back of your throat. Groaning around him and reaching for his hips.

“Shit.” He hisses, “you are so fucking - baby. So good.” He murmurs, his fist clenched in your sheets and it rips slightly but you don’t hear it. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He orders, watching tears gather in your eyes.

You hum, knowing that you won’t. You are enjoying it too much to choke. Your mouth is watering, adding to the dibbles of precum that he is producing. His cum is sweet and you love the taste of it on your tongue as you bob your head.

“That’s it, baby girl. Shit. So good. Fuck. I - I want you to - fuck. Make me cum. Wanna cum down your throat.” He pleads with a rasp in his voice and he closes his eyes, trying to control himself.

You pull off his cock with a pop. “Do it.” You order, immediately swallowing him down your throat so he can. Eagerly taking him deep while your throat closes around his length, feeling him bulge your throat.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He pants, thigh muscles tightening as he gets closer and twitches in your mouth. “Baby. I’m gonna - gonna - shit.” He hisses, jaw clenched as he tilts his head back as hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat.

You swallow him down. Taking as much as you can with greedy gulps while it leaks out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. He will need a few minutes, maybe half an hour or so to get hard again when you pull off his cock with a pop, you grin.

“Fuck. You are so good. Always thought you would be.” Marcus groans, shifting onto his elbows to watch you. “Come here and kiss me.” He growls, wanting to kiss you and he doesn’t care about the taste of his cum on your tongue.

You kiss his hip and when you stop to kiss over his heart, Marcus drags you up to press his lips to yours hungrily. Licking into your mouth without any care. Rolling you over and you wonder if he is going to go down on you again.

You are surprised when you feel his hard cock against your hip. “You’re still hard.” You gasp into his mouth and he chuckles, “been too long since I had a gorgeous woman in my arms. I’m eager.” He murmurs and leans in to kiss along your neck, “you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes.” You moan, spreading your legs wide so he can settle between them. “I want you, Marcus.” He seems to stiffen slightly but he is quickly kissing you again, pulling you into us arms as he positions himself at your entrance and pushes into you slowly.

“Fuck. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, sweetheart.” He murmurs as he pushes into you and you lift your thighs over his hips, letting him sink deeper inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Marcus groans, burying his face in your neck.

You giggle at his enthusiasm, since you’ve only met a few days again. “Marcuuuuuus.” The amusement turns to a moan when he pushes his hips deep and manages to find that perfect spot inside you on the first thrust. “Right there, baby.” You praise. “Fuck you are so good. So perfect inside me.”

He chuckles breathlessly, “taking me so well, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so tight and wet.” He coos, feeling cocky as he starts to rock into you, trying to find a rhythm that makes you moan his name over and over again.

Your hands slide over his cool skin, caressing him as your hips rock up to meet his thrusts. Finding it unreal how he seems to just consume you. Every time he fills you makes you moan, whimper or whine his name. Feeling like you are desperate for him to rock into you forever. You feel lightheaded. Dizzy with pleasure as he fucks you. “Marcus, Marcus baby, I’m gonna cum.” You groan, making him chuckle from his place at your neck. “It feels so good it hurts.”

He licks along your neck to your pulse, sucking on the skin before he growls, “cum for me, baby.” Pushing on the same spot that has you practically vibrating underneath his body.

You shiver, eyes closed as you start to shake. Walls gripping his cock like a vice as you soak him. Your cry loudly rings out in your bedroom, making you wonder if Max could hear you across the hall as you cum for Marcus. Stars burst behind your lids and your breath catches in your lungs as your heart pounds.

“That’s it, baby. That’s fucking it.” He hisses, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, forcing it open so he can spit into your mouth. Your eyes widen as your body shakes through your orgasm and Marcus smirks as your eyes widen. “That’s it, cum for Max.” He coos, his grip tightening on your jaw.

Your brow pinches together, unsure why he would say Max’s name and you try to shake your head but his hand is hard on your chin. “Marcus-“ you gasp out, fingers digging into his shoulders and you feel him push deeper inside you.

His next chuckle is deep and dark and he’s done with pretending. He ducks down towards your neck, his fangs extending as he sinks his teeth into your neck, loving your cry as your fingers tug on his hair.

The pain of his fangs breaks through the fog over the last few days. You aren’t in bed with Max’s cousin, Marcus Pike. The man doesn’t exist. There’s only Max, glamouring you into thinking that he was someone else to get behind your defenses. To be invited into your apartment, into your bed. He sucks on your blood, gulping it down as he continues to fuck you. He had wanted you, and now he has you. Forever.

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