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luvymuses · 1 year ago

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·̩͙ ݁ ˖ ⠀ dance for me, jiejie ⠀ ♡

marius von hagen x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what the fuck, man?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i appreciate your support as always, vincent.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that understood?”

“yes… you bast– sir…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…o-one…? h-hah, wait!…”

“…it’s t-two…”

“are you sure? or are you bluffing?”

“t-two times!… f-fuck… it’s two…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“marius… please… just fuck me already!”

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

“need your cum inside… need your cock…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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picasso (marius x fem!reader) (nsfw)

wc: 5.7k rating: E warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, handjob, squirting, they're both freaks for each other

“I think it’s pretty,” you say plainly. “I like the look of it. I’ve always had a soft spot for ink wash works.”

The exhibit is held in a famous glass museum in downtown Stellis. There had been a controversy about the full glass walls and privacy issues a few years ago (you had read this case once, out of curiosity, and never again), but that was eventually resolved and now the first floor of the museum was regularly used for art exhibits.

Before you knew Marius’ secret identity, you had invited him to visit one of Z’s exhibits. And Marius, the most shameless man to ever walk this Earth, had agreed.

Fortunately, you learnt about this secret before you bought tickets for the exhibit. Not that you wouldn’t want to see his works displayed in the gallery, but the thought of you gushing over Z’s artwork in front of Marius without knowing the truth…

It’s embarrassing.

Today, however, it’s a different artist’s work on display. Thomas Mikeden, a foreign painter who’s been going on an exhibit world tour. Stellis is his latest stop, and everything just lined up. Both of you had the day off and tickets were on sale. You had invited Marius to the exhibit, excited to hear his artistic insight about the paintings, but Marius has been… a little petulant.

“I can’t believe we’re looking at a Mikeden painting,” he mutters, arms folded across his chest. “The first time you invite me to an art exhibit and it isn’t even mine; I can overlook that, but Mikeden?”

“What do you have against him?”

“We’re friends,” Marius says solemnly, looking like he doesn’t even believe the words coming out his mouth, “but we suffer from creative differences. Severe creative differences. If I ever have to see the way he mixes his oil paints again, I’d end up on the news for criminal activity. And he said if he ever had to see me try to sculpt a pot again, he’d wring my neck himself. He said my clay pots were an abomination against God.”

You blink at him. “You know how to do pottery?”

“According to him, I don’t.”

And suddenly, you get it. Creative differences, more like a bunch of children arguing over who does something right, or who does something better. Like kindergarteners fighting over whose parent made them the better lunchbox.

“What are your thoughts on his ink wash painting?”

Marius gives you an appraising look. “Not his worst work. He’s alright with ink wash. I've personally dabbled in ink wash before. It’s not my preferred medium, but we learnt it as part of our curriculum.”

You turn to look at him, eyes bright. “Really? Do you still have those ink wash paintings hidden away somewhere?”

“Of course. I never throw my works away. I’ll bring you to one of my storage warehouses one day.”

One of his storage warehouses? It never occurred to you that painters would need a lot of space to store their paintings, even more so if they were particularly diligent and practiced different painting techniques often. With how many easels and canvases were strewn about Marius’ house, you suppose you should have made the connection.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

The next few works are insightful, to say the least. Marius gets up close and personal with one of them to sneakily point out to you a place where Mikeden allegedly made a mistake and had spent hours trying to cover it up.

“This is from when he tried to lean into the Baroque style,” Marius says, using his thumb to frame certain parts of the painting to draw your eye to them. “The colors here, see, the stark contrast between the light and the dark? That’s the use of tenebrism, popularised by Caravaggio.”

“Hm,” you note, eyes wandering around the painting. It’s a stunning piece of work, and Mikeden captured the likeness of the male form well. The extreme contrast almost seems to frame the figures with a halo, a light that blooms from their very center to strike at the viewer’s attention. “They’re quite handsome.”

Marius makes a sound at the back of his throat. “You’re more into modern men, jiejie.”

You hide your laugh behind a cough. He’s like a needy kitten pawing at you for attention, and you’re helpless against someone this cute.

“Yes, yes, look at how handsome you are,” you say, turning around to face him head-on. You reach out, smoothing the non-existent creases away from his button-down.

Without really thinking too deeply, your fingers linger on the stretch of the fabric across his chest—the thought that you can see them if you squint hard enough comes unbidden to your mind. The small bumps under the fabric, stiff from the slight chill of the room.

It’s the kind of thought that grips you by the throat, sitting in your mind and taking up space, holding you captive until you do something about it.

You brush your thumb against one of them, just because they’re right there, because you can, because Marius’ hands are on your hips and you’re feeling a little… playful.

Immediately, a hand catches your wrist. It doesn’t stop you from pressing the pad of your thumb lightly against that raised bump, and Marius’ breath hitches. His fingers flex against your wrist, hard enough that you can’t help but smile.

He’s usually the one making you flush in public, so you mark this as a victory. The sight of him, red-faced and pouting, heart pounding so desperately you can feel it through his chest—you pull your hand back, and he lets you go. That hand drops back to your waist as you bring your thumb to your lips, and you hold Marius’ gaze as the tip of your tongue darts out to lick your thumb.

Marius goes still. It’s as if he’s nothing more than one of the paintings hung up on the gallery walls, with how still he is; his pupils are blown wide and he gives you this shaken look, as if you’ve completely disarmed him. Swept him off his feet and left him grasping at straws to find the words to say.

Eventually, you go back to smoothing out his shirt. Properly, this time. No messing around.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Marius murmurs, his breath puffing against the curve of your throat as he leans down. His voice is soft, barely louder than a whisper, but it somehow feels deafening in the quiet of the room.

Your hands tighten around the front of his shirt. “Marius?”

“Be quiet for a moment,” he says. His fingers rest on your hips and you swear you can feel the heat radiating off his palms. It makes you want to shuffle away, pull back and put some space between the both of you—he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t tighten his grip, but his hands somehow get heavier. Like a weighted blanket resting around your waist, shackles holding you in place without really holding you at all.

Your heart kicks in your chest. It isn’t often that Marius gets this way, so quiet and possessive, like he has to cage you in a small corner and watch you to make sure you don’t get away. His forehead rests against your clavicle—it’s not a comfortable position, not when he’s so much taller and he’s pressed up so closely against you that you can feel the way his chest shivers when he drags in a long breath.

“Jiejie,” Marius whispers, voice quiet. “Sometimes, I wish I could wrap you up like a piece of art and hang you on my wall.”

He’s crazy, you think, and you realise even your subconscious thoughts have taken on this air of fondness when thinking of him.

“Is that so?” You reply, voice just as hushed. From the corner of your eye, you can see another patron glance at the both of you—they glance away, then look back, as if doubting their gaze. Yes, you think weakly to yourself, Marius is indeed clinging to you in the middle of a public gallery for expensive artworks that easily go for three times the price of your apartment. “Which wall will you put me up on?”

This time, Marius’ grip tightens imperceptibly on your hips. “Any wall that jiejie wants to be put up on,” he says huskily. His voice has dropped an octave, and the tone he takes is one that you’ve become very familiar with when you tease each other. Never enough to really commit to anything, not yet, but enough that Marius gets that look in his eyes like he’d very much want to stop being a gentleman about things.

Abruptly, you notice the double entendre. “Marius!”

“You asked,” he says smugly, lifting his head so you come face to face with the smirk pulling at his lips. He tugs you in to press your body fully up against his, hip to shoulder. “Is jiejie shy now? I can tell you about which walls I’ve thought about you up on—my bedroom, naturally, but the living room is a strong contender.”

You gape at him, too shocked to say something smart in return. “You—! Not so loud, we’re in public!”

“No one’s listening.” Marius tilts his head, giving the surroundings a cursory once over before catching your gaze. “They’re busy looking at the art on display. I’m looking at a different kind of art on display.”

He’s so shameless that it makes you want to burst out in laughter. A different kind of art on display? Who does he think he is, a host from a host club? Where did he learn these phrases from? The Internet? His brother? Worse, Vyn?

The thought of Marius asking the one and only Vyn Richter for advice on how to pick girls up makes you laugh.

“You think you’re so smooth,” you say helplessly, lips curving up of their own accord as you reach up to loop your arms around Marius’ neck. “You think I’m going to fall for that?”

“I’m not a gambling man,” Marius tells you, a confident glint in his eye, “but I’ve always been lucky.”

He puts up a strong front, but you know better. The back of his neck is hot from embarrassment. The tips of his ears are flushed red. You brush a stray strand of hair past the shell of his ear and pinch the crimson tip along the way.

“Jiejie,” Marius whines, caught in the act. “Come on, let me pretend for a bit. Don’t you want to come home with me and have a better time?”

He gives you this beseeching look, brows furrowed and lips turned down. You’re weak to that look—it’s suckered you into agreeing to far more things than you normally would have agreed to. But how can you say no to a face like that? To a man built like that, shoulders so broad they could dwarf you in a hug, fingers so long they could encircle your wrist, a face like God himself came down to carve it from marble—when Marius looks at you with that pleading gaze, millimeters away from begging, how can you say no to anything he asks for?

Perhaps a stronger man would be able to resist the power of Marius’ visual attack. But you never proclaimed to have a strong willpower, and you fold like a castle of cards in a stiff breeze.

“Let’s finish looking at all the works first. And no, just because you know who the artist is and insist that you could bring me over to his studio to see his other works—that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see the works exhibited here.”

“His art isn’t even that good,” Marius says, just to be contrary. “If you really wanted to see something from him, you should see his sculptures. I’ll admit those are impressive.”

“Finish the gallery, and then we can go home. You get to pick dinner.”

He perks up. “Italian or Chinese?”

“Later,” you insist. “I want to see this painting—” you glance at the title, raising an eyebrow when you catch sight of it, “—Lotus III.”

“Inspired by the same lotus garden that was featured in Lotus 0, Lotus I and Lotus II,” Marius grumbles as he takes one hand off your waist. You slide your hands down his shoulders, his chest, and furtively pat him on the ass before letting him go.

He jumps, eyes wide as he swivels his head around to look at you. You give him an innocent look in return.

“If you insist on being naughty, jiejie, don’t be surprised if I snatch you away and kidnap you back home.” The hand still on your waist squeezes in warning, and heat slithers down your back at the tone in his voice.

You put a hand over the one on your waist, sliding your fingers in between his. “Be good.”

“Good boys get rewards. Is there a reward waiting for me later, jiejie?”

Naughty, you think to yourself, side-eying him. There’s a charming smile on his face, not even bothering to hide the playfulness lurking beneath his eyes. He’s testing you, pushing and pulling at your limits to see how far you can bend over backwards.

“Maybe,” you reply. It’s never a good thing to reveal all your cards too early when dealing with a von Hagen in a playful mood.

Marius laughs, leaning in to press his lips against the side of your head. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

The way he practically attaches himself to your hip, thumb rubbing possessively over your waist—you can’t help the flush crawling up to your cheeks, or the heat that flares between your legs. His hold on you isn’t tight, but it isn’t loose either. It reeks of a promise, and you can’t help but look forward to what that will happen once the two of you get back to his house. Or what will happen once you get into his car, when Marius has you right where he wants you to be and there’s enough privacy for something to happen.

You shift, thighs rubbing together involuntarily at the stray thought. Desire slips through your body like a snake coiling in your veins; if you cling a little tighter to Marius in return, your mind only half-focused on the works displayed on the walls, well, no one will know.

You think Marius might suspect something, though, going by the way his smirk grows larger with every glance he shoots you from the corner of his eye.

Like he’s found something he can’t take his eyes off. Like he’s found something he likes.

You fail to give Mikeden the attention his works deserve for the rest of the time you spend in the gallery, but he’s truly friends with Marius then you think the man won’t mind too much.

To your surprise, Marius doesn’t immediately scoop you into his lap when you get into the car.

He leans over to help you pull the seatbelt, and very conveniently buries his face in your neck for half a second before he pulls back. Long enough for him to press his lips against your collarbone, the tip of his tongue swiping wetly against your skin; short enough for you to wonder if you hallucinated it.

But the smug look in his eyes as he pulls the seatbelt over your chest to click it into place tells you that you most definitely did not hallucinate it.

“Home first,” Marius tells you, pretending to be casual as he leans back in his seat and does his own seatbelt. “If you keep looking at me with those eyes, jiejie, I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself while we’re on the road back.”

Right, you think dazedly. You’d forgotten Marius had decided to drive the both of you here—it wasn’t far from his place, and the both of you typically take a chauffeured car, but Marius wanted to do something special today. You haven’t been on a date in a while due to your unfortunate work schedule, and it definitely surprised you when Marius pulled up to your apartment in the driver’s seat, the window wound down, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he grinned at you.

“What a shame,” you murmur under your breath, watching as he does his own seatbelt before pulling out of the parking lot.

Your words make Marius stiffen. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel as the other finds its way to your knee.

Again with that loose grip that feels like a shackle holding you in place. Marius isn’t doing anything more than just placing his hand over your knee—there’s not even any real pressure behind, no force or flexing or tightening of his grip, but you feel weighed down. You feel held down.

You wonder, a little stupidly, if Marius would do something if you spread your legs apart.

But you’re on the road. Despite the heat flaring insistently in your gut, you’re not actually ready to risk it all while Marius is behind the wheel. It would have been a different story if the both of you were in the back seat with the partition drawn up. The ride back is what, ten, fifteen minutes? There’s a lot you can get done in that period of time.

Right as you resign yourself to a normal, quick ride back home, Marius’ hand slips a little.

Just a little. It’s so subtle that if it weren’t for the heat practically bleeding through his palms, you think you wouldn’t have noticed.

His hand goes from right above your knee to cupping the inside of your knee.

You eye him speculatively. Was it inertia? The car made a turn and his hand simply slipped with the centrifugal force?

His lips quirk up. “I’ll get shy if you keep looking at me, jiejie. I need to focus on the road.”

“Hm,” you say, feeling your cunt clench involuntarily when Marius’ hand moves further up your thigh. It’s not in direct contact with your skin, not when there’s your silk dress in between, but the material is thin and you swear you can feel the calluses from Marius’ fingers rubbing gently against the sensitive inside of your thigh.

Fifteen minutes, you think. Surely you can’t die from a little fun on the road.

“Your hand’s on the wrong place,” you murmur, gently placing your hand over his.

Marius hums at the back of his throat. “Ah? Sorry, I—jiejie.”

You lift his hand off your thigh for a quick moment, draw apart the slit of your dress, and slide his hand under the fabric.

Directly on your thigh. You even curve his fingers back down so he can maintain that grip on you.

You can see his fingers flex. They’re stiff, knuckles tense as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. When you peek at him, his ears are flushed a bright red and his Adam’s Apple bobs furiously, like he’s swallowing desperately.

And right between his thighs, you can see a tent in his trousers. You kind of want to reach out to touch it, but you hold yourself back.

“Jiejie,” he whines, and chances a glance at you before reluctantly dragging his eyes back to the road. “I was joking—you can’t distract me while I’m driving.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you say mildly, burying the laugh that threatens to escape when his fingers squeeze pointedly around your thigh. The grave you dug is for both of you; his hand is higher now, on your thigh, so close to your core that one road bump would probably be reason enough for his fingers to slide right home.

You almost want to pretend to jerk forward. But you have enough of your wits about you to recognise that if Marius felt the heat of your pussy through your panties press up against his fingertips at this moment, he would probably drive the car into the nearest building.

“I’m trying to be good,” Marius complains. His fingers keep twitching against your skin, as if he’s really, physically holding himself back from doing something.

“Good boys get rewards,” you echo, patting the back of his palm. “We’re almost home, see the gates up in front?”

He clicks his tongue. “As if I can focus on anything right now.” To prove his point, he speeds up, leg bouncing impatiently as he turns into the driveway. “Park, I have to park…”

The whole time, his hand doesn’t leave your thigh. And there’s something really sexy about it, you can’t help but realise—the slant of his jaw from the side, the way driving comes so easily to him, where he only needs one hand to maneuver the wheel. Even the way he looks over his shoulder as he eases into his parking spot makes you want to press your thighs together in a useless attempt to stave off the heat building in your core.

“Good enough,” Marius declares, switching the engine off. “Out, out, come on—”

He snaps the seatbelt off and practically flies out the car. You’re so taken aback that you’re still in your seat when he comes to your side and yanks the door open, petulance written all over his face when he finds you still strapped in.

“C’mon,” he whines, reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Jiejie, come on, come on—”

“Impatient,” you chide, even as you reach out to steady yourself while you exit the car. “Hold on, my heels—”

“Jiejie,” Marius says, and he seriously sounds like he’s about to burst.

In that split second, you make a decision. Your panties are ruined as is, and you really, really want to be filled right now. You’re not sure if you can make the distance from the car to the lift, especially when the garage is so fucking huge—

“Backseat,” you murmur, and Marius reacts much faster than you expect. He pulls you up and into his chest, making you let out a sound of surprise at how aggressive he is, but he’s surprisingly gentle when he cups your jaw and slants his lips over yours.

It’s a desperate kiss. Marius licks into your mouth, hands tight around your waist as he pulls you in close. The bulge in his slacks feels like it’s burning a brand into your hip—you want to skate your hands down, cup that swollen cock and rub your thumb over the tip. You’ve never seen it, not yet, but the two of you have fooled around every now and then so you’re somewhat familiar with the curve of his cock through his pants.

It’s a hefty weight in your fingers, and Marius always makes the most delicious sounds when you rock your hips against him, squeezing around his thigh between your legs as you trace over the outline of his cock.

“Fuck,” Marius curses. His fingers dig greedily into the sides of your body—the grip now is entirely different from the one at the museum. The positions are roughly the same, but this time he holds you like he’s trying to burn his brand into you, leave an imprint of bruises around your waist so you ache every time you move tomorrow morning. “Fuck, jiejie, your mouth—”

“Mmhmm,” you hum into his mouth, shoving one thigh between his legs so you can get a good seat on Marius’ thigh. It’s as if Marius has a direct line of sight into your mind—he hikes you up on his thigh so the hard line of his muscle presses right into the swell of your clit, and you groan out loud as you start rocking against his thigh.

Fuck, you think you could cum like this. Marius’ hands have dropped lower, cupping the curve of your ass and every squeeze he makes goes straight to your cunt like there’s a livewire connection. He pulls you so high up that you’re struggling to keep your toes on the ground, and Marius is practically pulling you back and forth on his leg, helping you rut against him.

His breath is hot. His kisses are searing, and it feels like there’s a nonstop feedback loop where your arousal pours into each other over and over again. It’s a fire in your gut, threatening to eat you alive, and when he pulls back to catch his breath, he immediately bows down to lick against your jaw.

Marius sucks at your skin, bullying a bruise into the underside of your jaw. He isn’t satisfied with just one, and he just keeps going down the expanse of your neck, biting at any patch of unblemished skin.

“Baby,” you whisper, one hand trailing down to press your palm over the tight bulge begging for attention. The lightest touch is enough to make Marius groan, hips stuttering as he chases your touch. “Can I—can I touch?”

Marius freezes for a heartbeat. Before you can second guess yourself, he moans into your neck, hips jerking as he pushes his clothed cock into your palm. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, nodding while avoiding eye contact with you.

His ears are crimson. So cute, you can’t help but think through the fever in your mind. It’s almost too easy to find your way around the button in his pants, and there’s some trouble with getting the zipper down from how hard he is. His briefs get caught for a moment, long enough to make Marius groan from frustration, but you shush him with another slide of your hips, cunt wet enough to drench his slacks, and Marius shuts up.

“Good boy,” you murmur breathlessly, arching your back so you get a better angle to grind your clit against his thigh. “Be good, come on, let me—”

Unfortunately, there are no flaps in briefs for you to pull his cock out from. You reach in instead, shivering at the proper weight of it in your palm—skin on skin, you think deliriously to yourself, cunt clenching at the feeling of Marius’ cock in your hand. His cock, so thick that you can’t even really wrap your fingers around it properly, and the head is dripping.

Marius sucks in a tight breath, cursing as he cants his hips up, almost bouncing you on his lap from the force.

“Jiejie,” he begs, plaintive and desperate. “Nngh, please, the tip, you need to—fuck, I’m not going to—I’m going to cum, jiejie…”

And you stop thinking. You grab one of his hands and drag it to your front, so commandingly that Marius’ head flies up. His eyes are red, lips parted as he sucks in a shaky breath every time you swipe your thumb across the sensitive slit at the head of his cock.

“In, inside,” you whine, rising as high as you can go on your toes. It’s not very high, given how far up Marius has pulled you onto his thigh, but it’s enough for your to drag his long fingers under your skirt and press them up against your cunt.

Marius’ eyes are blown wide. “In-inside?” He stammers, fingers crooking automatically to press against the throbbing bud of your clit. Such clever fucking fingers, already familiar with the shape of your cunt to know where your clit is.

Without needing much direction, he uses two fingers to drag your soaked panties to the side and rubs the knuckle of his index finger against your pussy.

“A-ah,” you cry out, hips jerking. Fuck, you understand now why Marius reacted like that when you got your hand on his cock—there’s something about the texture of his skin, the calluses on his fingers that’s stroking the sides of your pussy, the sheer heat radiating off him—and the knowledge, the knowledge that it’s his hands on your cunt. After months of frotting, the most you’ve done being Marius’s palm flat against your cunt while you held eye contact and grinded against his shaking palm until you cummed—

“Inside, baby, come on,” you plead, rocking your hips insistently against his curious fingers.

Again, it’s like Marius gets you. He sinks his index finger in; you think he wanted to go slow, because he tentatively pressed up into your cunt, but you’re greedy and you’ve been thinking of being filled since Marius made that joke about putting you up against a wall and you whine, rocking forward until you sink down, down, all the way down to the base and Marius’ breath is hitching in his throat.

“You’re—” his finger bends, the tip brushing against this spot inside you that makes your entire body shiver, threatening to bend in half from the electricity that surges through you. “Shit, you’re—fuck, jiejie, you feel fucking incredible.”

“One more,” you beg, holding his wrist in place while you clench around his finger. Christ, you didn’t think it could feel this good. It’s so foreign, so much longer and thicker than your fingers—and again, the knowledge that it’s Marius’ hand, Marius’ finger is enough to make your gut tighten and sparks burst at the very end of your fingertips. “One more and my—”

You break off, thighs trembling when he swipes against your swollen clit with his thumb.

Marius groans at the sight of you, leaning in to bite at your lips. “One more and my thumb on your clit? Is that what you want, jiejie? Is that what you need?”

“Mmhmm—ahhhhhn, fuck, Marius—please, please, I’m so fucking close—!”

You’re not even sure if you’re still stroking the length of his cock. All your senses have narrowed down to your cunt, the pressure on your clit and the way his fingers have gained confidence with every stroke—he fucks up into you with such surety, so certain that he knows exactly where to hit to get that same, body shivering reaction from you.

The worst part is, he does. It barely takes one, two, three strokes while he whispers filthy things about how hot and wet and slick your cunt is, about how it’s soaked through just for him, about how he wants to bury his face in it, please jiejie, please let him put your thighs around his ears and eat you out, and you’re gone.

It hits you so hard you think you almost pass out. The ascent comes too quickly; it almost feels like the orgasm is ripped from you from clever hands that know you better than you know yourself. It leaves you breathless, your entire body jerking uncontrollably as you whine, pussy clenching around those two thick fingers buried in your cunt. You’re mumbling nonsense, not even sure what you’re saying as your cunt gushes around Marius’ ruined pants and when you resurface, Marius looks at you like you’re the second coming of Christ.

It takes you both a while to get your breathing under control. Marius recovers first, gently sliding his fingers out of your cunt. You’re a little embarrassed at the absolute mess you’ve made, but Marius eyes the wetness dripping over his palm, down his wrist, and decides to drag his tongue along his skin to lick it all up.

He even looks right as you as he does it. The sight is enough to make your clit throb, as if gearing up for a second round. Oh, you could definitely do a second round, but you think you’d prefer for it to be in a room with a bed and not a garage.

Almost absentmindedly, you start to rub your thumb against the cockhead in your grip.

“F-fuck,” Marius groans lowly, free hand reaching out to grab your wrist. “Wait, wait—nnngh, sensitive. Give me a moment.”

You pause. You look down.

His briefs are stained. There’s a massive wet spot at the front, and when you drag your fingers out, they’re coated in a sticky, white fluid.

You look Marius in the eye as you, too, lift your fingers to your lips. You stick your tongue out, wiping the threads of cum on your tongue so Marius can see how white looks in your mouth—and he flushes even redder than he already is, eyes darting away before darting back, as if he can’t decide whether he wants to look or not—and then you swallow.

Marius is speechless for a while.

“That was really hot,” he says eventually, voice hoarse. “I—fuck, jiejie, I can go again. I’m serious, just give me a minute.”

You suck on your fingertips for a moment. You’re clearly ready for a second round, but you know he gets more desperate when you keep him hanging. And a desperate Marius is always a delight to work with.

“Bedroom?” You suggest, and your cunt tightens at the way his eyes immediately go dark with desire.

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