torturing marius and making him embarrassed when he’s normally so hard to fluster but then he gradually gets more confident <333
dom!gn!reader, sub!marius, mirror sex
“D-do I have to?” His convincing pout was undermined by the furious blush spreading across his body. A single eyebrow raise from you was all it took for him to pout even harder but quickly spread his legs.
His reflection on the other side of the glass did the same, and you were both able to see the dripping mess between his legs. Marius’s expression contorted with shame and he whimpered, trying to close his legs immediately, but you hooked hands around the backs of his knees and spread them even further.
It threw him off balance and he slumped onto you, legs in the air and spread wide open. He was breathing heavily already despite the fact you had only opened him up so far.
You moved his hands to replace your own, forcing him to hold his own legs up, before sneaking your fingers down to shamelessly put his tight rim on display.
Marius squirmed, face trying to avoid the puffy pink in the mirror, but you clicked your tongue and gripped his jaw, making him stare directly at how debauched he looked as you shallowly fucked him at the deep angle.
As you started to mercilessly jab at his prostate, his legs started jerking uncontrollably and he was forced to stare at his own face while it shifted into desperate moans as you still gripped his jaw. His eyes fluttered and jaw went slack, and he was looking at it the entire time.
He swallowed, and you could feel his throat bob under your palm. Marius’s demeanor shifted as he took in the sight of himself; he willingly spread his legs more, arching into you and moaning high and whiny like he was made for it.
You would’ve thought he was truly that euphoric if not for the sly grin painted on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew what he was going to get as a result.
The sight of him willingly baring himself made you thrust your fingers even more violently, forcefully jabbing at his prostate. Marius began to convulse and sob, but still exaggerated his moans and fluttered his eyelashes—although at this point, he barely needed to exaggerate anything.
You could both clearly see how blissed out he looked. His cheeks were red and shiny with tears, he was limp and spreadeagled in your lap, sniffling and whining like a mindless little pretty puppet.
You weren’t finished with him yet though. How could you be, when he had just so sweetly demonstrated for you how whorish he could be?
