Tied up artem and marius to chairs and you only play with one of them bc they were touching themselves without permission and make the other jealous (u can pick who’s who!) :0
oOOOO this one was cool, I was considering reversing the more obvious (to me) option of disobedient marius and artem getting rewarded, but alas, punishing marius is too tempting ;,) perhaps another time artem can get his turn hehe
dom!gn!reader, sub!bratty!marius von hagen, sub!obedient!artem wing, punishment, jealousy
“Jiejieee, I’ll be good, I promise, let me out pleaaase—” “Quiet.”
Artem stifled a protesting sob as you pulled your head out from his inner thighs to reprimand Marius. The latter was tied in a kneeling position in which he could get no pleasure, not from friction nor from showing off how dripping and needy he was.
He had been constantly complaining and pouting all night, acting as if just his teary puppy eyes and flushed lips were enough for him to weasel his way back onto your cock. Admittedly, it was tempting to let him out when he looked that good, but someone needed to teach the spoiled boy that he couldn’t always get his way, and this was the perfect opportunity.
You had come home with Artem after finishing up a case to low gasps and moans coming from the bedroom; Marius had been shallowly fucking himself, even though him and Artem were given explicit instructions to not touch themselves even once for the next three days.
Now he was stuck on the side of the bed next to Artem, getting a full view of the fucking astronomical rimjob he was getting. You had been steadily working on him for the better portion of an hour, and Artem was too dazed and blissed out to even pay mind to Marius’ seething envy.
“Y’know what? I’ve had enough of your complaints.” Marius felt instant regret as you woefully apologized to Artem for leaving him without his full reward before stalking over to a drawer full of…items.
You pulled out two dark ribbons and manhandled Marius onto a chair facing the bed. The cold wood dug into his knees and he tried to complain, but you quickly balled up one of the ribbons and shoved it into his mouth before tying the other one around his head, delicately smoothing it over his lips.
His frantic protests were muffled, he was only able to desperately shake his head and squirm around. “Ahh, sweet silence, hm, Artem?” You shot a smug smile over your shoulder. Grabbing a few more ropes from the drawer, you tied Marius’ legs to either side of the chair and his hands behind the back of the chair, before returning to Artem without a single glance behind you.
Artem writhed into the sheets as he felt you laugh at Marius’ garbled begs while opening him up with your tongue. When you fucked him, you were even more deliberate and calculating than usual, wanting to make sure Marius learned his lesson. And it clearly worked.
By the end of the night, Marius’ face was scrunched and wet with tears as he whined and sobbed for you. Gone were the teasing promises, he was sincere in his desperate pleas, his vows that he wouldn’t do it again if you just fucked him already.
Although, chances were, he’d never learn his lesson. Ah well, you’d simply keep punishing him until he either learned or broke.
tumblr be so hard to use sometimes i am so sorry if i accidentally sent you a message 😭😭😭😭😭😭
HIHI ANON u did but I’m assuming u wanted to be kept on anon!! I def get it tumblr can be so wonky bahaha
tysm you’re so sweet and UR IDEA WAS LIT SO HOT BYEEEE i had sm fun with this!! <3 im a sucker for cloth gags of any kind and everyday objects being used as gags is even betterrr
dom!gn!reader, sub!artem wing, office sex + trying not to get caught
“Fucking hell, baby, you’re so loud today—”
You were cut off with another desperate groan before Artem tried to clamp a hand over his mouth, desk groaning from how hard he was gripping the edge. Oh, and also from how you were constantly slamming his hips back onto the surface with bruising force. That probably didn’t help.
He shakily breathed through the moans, trying to get himself under control and failing miserably. “M’—m’ sorry, I don’t know—nghh!” He bit down on his fist, top half shuddering and almost dropping onto the table, “dunno why, it’s just so—fuck!”
Normally you’d be reveling in his weak moans, appreciating the way you could so easily take apart this stoic man with a few precise movements of your hips—and don’t get it wrong, you were very much doing that as well— but you heard a sound that made you freeze.
Artem, of course, was too hazy to notice the heels clicking outside, but he certainly noticed the way you stilled inside of him. He whined, trying to move his hips to fuck himself back onto you. You would’ve been taken aback at his shameless desperation if you weren’t straining to hear the conversation outside.
Crap. It was Celestine, asking someone for Artem. The dark conference room you had holed up in was soundproof enough for confidentiality reasons, but…you hadn’t exactly been quiet. The door was locked, at least, but she had a damned master key.
Artem was unable to deduct any of this, despite being a brilliant detective and lawyer, and still whined loudly, trying to thrust back onto you. Hissing under your breath, you cursed while gripping his hips to try and get them to still, but that just made him moan louder.
The voices outside paused.
Fuck.
Fine, if he was so desperate to get fucked with his colleagues right outside, then he would, but you’d be damned if you lost your jobs doing it. Nimble fingers swiftly undid his tie (he shivered when your hands brushed his neck) before you wrapped it around his mouth, stuffing the excess inside.
Artem still gasped when you forced the cloth deeper into his throat, but it was now muffled by the makeshift gag—which, in hindsight, had probably cost more than three months’ worth of your salary. Ah well. Collateral damage in the path of destruction that comes with office sex.
This time, when you resumed fucking into him, he was just as loud and unashamed as before but now the cloth muffled all the noises quite well. The voices outside resumed quietly, and you prayed that Celestine would just look elsewhere already.
You realized with growing horror as you heard loud giggles coming from outside that they were engaging in small talk. Artem was going to stick with the makeshift gag for quiet some time. Not that it really seemed to bother him; he was biting down and drooling through the fabric, seemingly having had the best fucking of his life.
