This starts off gentle. You can feel the wind softly brushing against your heated skin as your tongues dance together. Besides the sound of yours and his heavy breathing, you can hear the faint sound of mandolin being played just outside the building—reminding you that you’re not in Stellis.
You can taste the wine on his lips and you swear it’s laced with an aphrodisiac because you’re addicted to him. Your body has been yearning for him the entire night, for his body, for his hands to be everywhere on you and inside you. You press your palm against his broad chest and he lets out this soft, breathless sigh against your lips that makes you feel weak in the knees, before pulling himself away from the kiss.
He's so big compared to you—the way he’s towering over you like this as he envelops you with his whole body. His large hands are on your thigh and the other is flat against your back, holding you tightly against him as if you’re the most fragile thing in the world. You feel his heaving chest against yours, your breathing matching his—laboured and desperate. He shifts you in his arms, so he can nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin, followed by the wet sensation of his tongue licking up the side of your neck. Your cunt clenches when he starts sucking on your skin to leave his marks on you—from your neck, down to your collarbone. This man, your man, is branding your skin on the most visible of areas. ‘I want the whole world to know that you belong to me.
You will yourself to pull away so you can look at him, to take in his appearance and god, under the mauve coloured sunset of Florence, he looks so ethereal, almost godlike. You’re still reeling at the fact that he’s all yours. This attractive, tall and dark haired man with beautiful violet eyes whose body is made to please you. He stares into your eyes with such intensity filled with both love and lust, before moving down to your parted lips and then your heaving chest. “You’re so beautiful, my love…” his fingers trace the outline of your dress, reaching to the side before pulling down the zipper.
“I’ll take my time with you tonight…”
His cock feels so good inside you, every ridge and vein pressing against your tight walls, sliding in and out of you at a slow and tantalising pace. True to his words, he’s taking his time with you; different from what you’re used to with him—fast, rough and risky. One thing that’s constant though are the orgasms he puts your body through. Each one so earth-shattering, that it leaves you clawing at his chest as you breathlessly moan ‘oh god Marius’ over and over again like a prayer. You came so much in the past hour, on his cock, mouth and fingers—leaving him so utterly drenched with your release that his expensive black shirt is now sticking to his body.
Every once in a while, he’ll stop—allowing your body to recover. And he’ll brush the hair out of your face before burying his face against your neck once again, as he whispers his vows to you, the same vow he made when he got down on one knee for you. You’re reeling at this, how he’s able to make you so emotional and aroused at the same time. And then you feel the familiar stretch again, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as he pushes himself back inside you.. “So fucking tight, baby. God, I love being inside you…”
The sound of the soft instrumental music outside is now completely drowned out by the sound of his hips meeting yours, the wet squelching of your dripping cunt and the loud noise of the headboard repeatedly banging against the wall as Marius fucks you harder into the mattress.
He knows when you’re about to cum. From the way you clench so tightly around him and as you slowly arch your back to receive more of him. He finds this so fucking sexy, how you’re pushing yourself towards him and pulling him deeper at the same time as you wrap your legs around him. “That's my good girl…my beautiful little slut. So greedy for me…aah…” Your walls tighten at that, that filthy nickname. Slut. The only man you’ll ever let call you that. The only man who’s allowed to do every obscene things in the book to you, to fuck you and make a mess out of you.
The orgasm is explosive, even stronger than the last. It’s so good, it’s so fucking good that you’re crying.
Your back is arching off the bed, eyes white and cunt gripping him like a vice. “Fuck, shit, fuck—!“ he curses, his body jerking against your hips as he unloads inside you. Thick hot spurts of cum painting your walls, filling you up so deliciously that it induces more orgasms before you even have the chance to recover.
“Marius ahn—feels so good…oh my god...”
You can’t focus on anything else besides the feeling of his throbbing cock inside you—thick and heavy, still violently pumping in and out your overstimulated pussy.
“Fuck baby. Turn around,” he commands, pulling out of you and lifting you up before you can even register his words. “Ass up in the air please…just like that. That’s my good girl.” His hand rests on your ass, as you try to find your balance in this new position. You plant your face onto the pillow and grip onto the sheets—dripping wet and ready for him to fuck you again. Marius pushes his tip in then pulls it out before rubbing it against your clit, smearing his cum that’s leaking out of you over your folds. He repeats this; teasing you until you’re all but whining and begging for him to shove his cock inside you again.
“Look at how well you stretch for me,” he pushes in deeper, a breathless gasp escape your lips when you feel his tip touching your womb. He’s so deep, so big, stretching you so full. He’s ruined you for other men, because you know that no one else will ever fill you up this good. “You take me in so well. You always do—fuck.” He rubs your clit with his fingers, adding more to the stimulation. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, the sensation so overwhelming, you want to scream.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it out for me. Let the people outside hear how good it feels when I’m fucking you.” Your grip on the sheets tighten, knuckles turning white—it’s mind numbing, all consuming. The way he drives his thick cock back inside your cunt, hitting the perfect spot at each thrust—you finally understand how being fucked dumb feels like.
“aa—ahn marius oh my god—fuck oh fuck! It feels so fucking good, you make me—aah—feel so good…” You’re a rambling mess, your brain turning into mush and the only thing keeping you conscious is him whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Can’t wait to make you my wife…my beautiful, perfect wife. God—just look at you,”
He grabs onto your hips to flip you onto your back so he can look at your face while he pushes himself back inside you. He pulls back and pushes your thighs closer to your chest. He looks at where you are connected, relishing at the way your cunt swallows his cock—his thrusts now slow and teasing, dragging out the last sliver of your sanity. He loves the way your eyes cross as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge once again.
Marius gathers your legs in one arm then folds you in half, his huge body towering over you now as he presses his hips against yours. He angles himself to drive his cock even deeper inside you—your grip around the sheet tightening even more that you swear it’s tearing apart. The little whimpers that you make drives him crazy. He wants to savour you, to pleasure you until you can’t take it anymore.
He wipes the tear at the side of your eye with his thumb, looking at you tenderly before driving his cock back inside you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. A high pitched moan is dragged out of you, particularly louder than before that there is without a doubt could be heard by the people downstairs.
His fingers find their way to your cunt to rub your clit, the sudden contact makes your body jerk and thrash against him. “I know baby, I know. Cum for me again…on my cock, as much as you want.” Your toes curl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you let yourself go—
“Fuck yesss baby…just like that. Such a good girl…” He stills inside you, feeling your walls clench and unclench around him, your entire body trembling as you gush all over him, drenching his thighs and the sheets with your combined fluids.
Marius supports his weight with his arms on either side of you as he tries to catch his own breath. You feel his cock twitch inside you, making you clench around him. He hisses at the overstimulation then buries his face against your neck.
“How are we ever going to top this once we get to our real honeymoon?” You ask playfully as you run your fingers through his hair, drenched in his own sweat. He chuckles against your neck before lifting his head up to smile down at you.
“Are you underestimating us, jiejie?” He asks, feigning hurt. And then he winks at you. “I’ll just have to fuck you harder then.”
NXX team and how they caught Luke and Rosa banging each other (NSFW 🔞)
Part 1 - Vyn
At 10pm, Vyn Richter remembered the important documents he left in the HQ. He went back and noticed how there was light evident from the gap underneath the door. A thought popped in his mind, thinking back how Luke and Rosa were hugging each other tight after the brown haired returned from his long mission given by NSB.
“Did they forget to turn off the lights?” He thought and saw the door wasn’t even shut properly. “This could be very dangerous for the investigation.”
The two of the team should have known not to do this lest there will be information leakage. He shook his head, pacing forward to close the door when he heard it.
“Ah Luke, please!”
Rosa?
“That—! Oh dear! God! S-so deep! Yes!”
Vyn blinked. He could not believe what he heard. But it was too obvious that the woman was clearly not speaking from a place of anguish.
From the gap, he peered in, seeing how she was lying down on the desk, naked except for her knee high socks. Her buttocks were dangling off the furniture, with his hands firmly holding onto her waists as Luke kept pumping his dick into her cunt.
“You like this, Rosa? Or do you want me to be gentler?”
She answered by hooking her leg around his waist and rolling her hips to meet his urgent thrusts.
“Faster. Faster, please—ah!—God, Luke, you’re just so—oh!—amazing!”
Luke chuckled as his hand groped her jiggling boob, squeezing it and thumbing the hardened nipple. (She does have a very beautiful pair of breasts, Vyn noted). He leaned forward and sucked the areola so soundly, even Vyn could hear it. The detective then hiked her leg and threw it over his shoulder like a sash, penetrating his cock deeper by doing so.
“Luke!”
The psychiatrist gulped as he watched the couple going at it, causing the desk groaned and creaked underneath their intense copulation. How long had they been at it? He mentally calculated from the time the team dismissed their meeting of the day—probably around 8pm—and surmised the horny duo were having sex for 2 hours already.
The documents that were originally piled on the furniture were pushed to the floor and he could not help but heave a sigh of relief that no important evidence was marred by their horny selves.
‘At least, that’s one thing they managed to keep in mind.’
A part of him was disgusted by how the two treated the workplace as just another place for them to release their pent up sexual tension. Did they not know how loud their moans are or did they simply not care enough for that?
But—another part of him decided to let it slide.
He saw how Rosa’s eyes were brimming with tears as she ran towards Luke earlier that day. How tightly she hugged the detective who returned from another life threatening mission with zero contact with the outside world. He saw how Luke kissed her hair as he rubbed her back soothingly, promising her he returned unscathed.
Vyn Richter decided, albeit against his own personal feelings, to let them copulate as much as they want in the sacred NXX HQ. He watched as they both screamed when orgasm hit them hard, observing the way they both panted haggardly in the aftermath of it and decided to pretend not to see that Luke kneeled down on the floor, pushing his face between her legs and eating his girlfriend up with so much gusto like there was no tomorrow.
Only this one time though.
He walked away, ignoring Rosa’s plea of wanting Luke to suck her clit harder and taking a mental note to check on them later at probably 5 in the morning afterwards.
Though…
When he came back at the said time, a blanket in hand, he could still hear the slaps of skin against skin and their mingled moans echoing in the room. He sneaked a look through the still unclosed door, knowing that at this point, the two simply cared nothing about the rest of the world and surely not even the psychiatrist himself.
The couple was now on the floor, with Luke’s windbreaker beneath Rosa in the least attempt to not dirty her back and Vyn groaned at the idea of them spending hours in the HQ fucking everywhere with a surface on it. And here he thought Marius was the horniest of the bunch when clearly Luke and Rosa were claiming the throne.
Rosa’s legs pressed up against her to the point it nearly touched her shoulders and her body was practically bending in half. Luke was pounding into her mercilessly. His thrusts were deep and hard and anyone who even looked at him at the time knew that Luke Pearce knows how to fuck a woman properly and delightfully.
“Luke, please! I can’t anymore!”
“Your pussy keeps clenching me, Rosa. Are you sure you can’t keep going?”
“Your cock feels too good. I can’t help it! Hng! Luke! It’s growing! You’re growing bigger!”
“I can’t help it when you say it like that. But you can take it, can’t you? Look, you’re taking me so well. Your cunt is welcoming me.”
“I’m going to cum!”
“Cum for me, Watson. Soak my dick with your cum and let me lick your pussy off it afterwards.”
“Oh Luke!”
And on and on and on they went. Vyn pursed his lips and backed off. ‘God, does the word ‘tired’ not exist in their dictionary? They better get rid of the stench or I will ban them from future meetings.’
He turned around and muttering curses on why the hell he even bothered to wake up this early—against his usual routine—just to find out they still haven’t finished fucking each other. He was pretty sure that these two would have a few other rounds after this and opted to resume his sleep, keeping in mind to plug his ears before that.
omg somehow important question, WHICH NXX BOYS ARE GROWERS OR SHOWERS, DICK MEASUREMENTS AS WELL CUZ IM GOING INSANE DUE TO MY OVULATION PERIOD 🤩 I need details gurlie
i’ve had this post somewhere but i remember saying artem and luke are showers and vyn and marius are growers. (this is gonna be kind of a crack, silly little write-up cus my brain’s not 100% there yet)
like you KNOW artem and luke are packing cus those pants aren’t tight, they’re just huge. like mans be struggling to readjust themselves every other time. so you tell them ‘wear sweatpants’ and they innocently think oh okay that makes sense. but no, you know what those sweatpants will do. their bulge will still somehow find their way to tent their pants and now you’re enjoying a show of the outline of their dick and balls against those sweats. so of course you do what anyone with common sense would do; you ride their dick, clothed, until they cum all over themselves, leaking everywhere and staining the fabric 😌
marius and vyn however, yes you still see their bulge sometimes but they’re not like in your face, yknow. they just stay perched innocently beneath their pants as they go about their day. sometimes you’ll catch a glimpse, and then they’ll grin shyly, cus yknow what caused it and then they’ll calm it down and everything is fine and dandy. until on a random afternoon or evening, suddenly it’s in your fucking face. you’d rush to cover them with your arms, scanning the room to see if people saw. they’re so fucking horny, and they’re trying their best but now it’s just painfully straining their pants, bulging and twitching. it’s hella packed in there and they’re begging, asking if they can just unzip themselves and allow it to breathe. but you have a better idea. crawling under their office desk, in an attempt to help them out of their predicament, you suck their cock. and once they cum all over your face or down your throat, you’ll zip them up, give it a little pat and then all is good again 😌
explicit warning // unhinged brainrot - everywhere til' the sun is up
late night horny nasty filthy brainrot of marius just fucking you everywhere in your apartment. like he wants to leave your mark at every inch of your house so it’ll remind you of him every time.
the second you enter the door, he has you pinned against the wall, stripping you off your clothes and then you desperately claw onto his shirt to take them off as well. and then he pushes you onto your couch, spreading your legs apart before kneeling on the floor to devour your dripping cunt, all wet for him. he’ll pump his long fingers inside you, while his tongue is circling your clit. and you’re gushing around his digits with your back arching off the couch. ‘mmmph i love the way you taste, jiejie.’ he says in between sucking the little nub before curling his fingers upwards—eliciting a scream from you as you squirt all over him.
he pulls down his precum stained brief to finally release his thick cock so he can finally fuck you. but you drop to your knees instead before grabbing onto his shaft, curved upwards, hard and leaking with precum—‘fuck, jiejie!’ he choked, throwing his head back as you start sucking him. your cheeks still hurt from the sheer girth, despite having sucked him off plenty of times before. your mind starts going blank when he suddenly grabs onto your hair and starts fucking your mouth. he’s so rough only because he knows you like it—and you do because it turns you on so much. to be manhandled like a whore. ‘fuck that’s my good little slut—that’s right baby swallow all of it.’ if you were wet then, you are drenched now because of how obscene he is.
he’ll then fuck you on the couch, you on all fours on the floor, against your tall windows, tits pressed onto the glass for all the world to see and then he’ll carry you and starts fucking you standing up—then proceeds to walk with his cock still inside you all the way to the kitchen so he can continue fucking you there.
spread on your marble counter, he pushes your legs apart so he can watch your cunt swallow every inch of him. the creamy trails you leave on his cock drives him absolutely crazy so he starts pounding into your pussy like an absolute madman before unloading inside of you. it’s so unsanitary the way your cum and his start dripping onto the counter but that’s for future you to worry about. the you now is all but gone—fucked dumb and stupid that you can’t even remember your name.
you look at him through half lidded eyes as he lightly pats onto your cheek to keep you awake. ‘hey, you there babe?’ he asks, laughing lightly at your dazed expression. ‘we’re not done yet.’ his cum starts dripping from between your connected flesh, leaving trails on the floor as he carries you up the stairs to continue fucking you in the showers then finally your bed. good thing tomorrow’s a weekend because you’ll be sore and exhausted. knowing marius, you both will not be sleeping until the sun comes up.
a.n the horny tonight is UNREAL yall. not proofread. wrote and posted immediately to get the horny out of my system. enjoy 🫶🏻
okay ik you like Marius but the new artem wing ssr race driver card has me drooling all over him 🤤
like, imagine him railing you on top of the roof of his car oml i can’t w hoyoverse rn.
mmmmmmm like that hood of his car is hot af after that race but you bet your ass they still gonna be fucking on it.
parked on the side of the road, overlooking the sunset. and it starts off innocent, where he’s tucking the strand hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you. and the moment you slide your tongue in, it awakens something in him. his fingers sink into the fat of your thighs, and you moan into his mouth as you feel him push your legs apart.
it happens so quickly, only because you’re getting impatient so you help him take off the belt from around his pants, clumsily tugging on it—forcing his body to crash against yours. adjusting himself in between your legs, he slides his cock into your wet heat and starts fucking you. never mind that you’re out in the open, he can’t hold himself back. your cunt feels too good wrapped around his cock.
you cling onto him as you throw your head back so you can push your hips closer—to feel him deeper inside you. he’s going fast, fucking you with abandon, hips snapping hard against yours over and over again. the car starts creaking beneath you, as it moves in rhythm with his hard pounding. his cock feels so good inside you—and each time you feel him thrusting even deeper. your walls clench tightly around him, driving him insane.
‘artem…fuck…you fuck me so good...’ you curse under your breath and you hear him grunt, his mouth hanging open as his hips begin to stutter against you.
it’s so wet, you’re wet. you gush around him, drenching his thighs and pants with your release. and then you feel his cum leak out of you, hot and sticky—dripping onto the hood of his car. ‘we’ve just defiled your car, babe…’ you say with a pout. he laughs before leaning down to kiss your lips.
‘let’s just say we’ve christened it instead. with our love.’
you groan and he laughs again. ‘you’re so lame!’
‘but you love me anyway.’ he smiles and kisses you again, gentle this time.
ps. literally wrote this while being half asleep again lmao sorry if it’s short!
idk if this will ever get written but i have to try. 40, 42 from prompt list two. marius, because pax needs an heir.
not me posting this at 3am. man horny juice comes at such weird hours. anyways. this prompt request is chef kiss (i highlighted the prompts in purple). thank you for feeding into my love for breeding kink marius. took this opportunity to write emperor jinghe instead, cus i can only imagine sex in that era must’ve been very spicy cus all they need to do is fuck and go to war ig idk. so here you go. also this may or may not turn into a series cus i enjoyed writing sexy emperor jinghe (i call him jinghe cus emperor marius sounds weird lmao). thanks for the horny fuel anon! mwah!! <3 i posted this on ao3 as well so feel free to drop by!
Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader
Words: 1.5k words
Tags: impregnation, multiple creampies, breeding kink, dirty talking, shameless smut, just straight up porn, emperor jinghe, loud sex, lots of cum (this is expected)
“Miss, please do not go in there.”
Advisor Kim hovers his hand behind the maid and motions for her to step away from the doors to the library. Startled by the Advisor’s presence, the maid bows slightly in respect but continues to stand in place, entranced by the faint voices that can be heard from behind the doors.
The voices sound familiar—
Her eyes widen at the realization, quickly turning away and causing the water to spill from the wooden bucket she's holding. Her grip tightens around the handles as she bows her head repeatedly to the advisor, reprimanding herself for almost walking in on the Emperor and His Empress.
Kim responds with a small laugh, slightly amused at her reaction. He excuses her; she’s new—this was bound to happen. Most of the palace staffs are used to it by now, by how loud they are.
Within the deepest part of the room, the Emperor pushes his cock deeper inside you, the tip pressing against your womb and he stays there as your walls convulse around him. You moan into his mouth as he continues to kiss you through your orgasm, his grip tightening around your thigh that he’s holding against his waist.
“Fuck—my Empress. Don’t hold back. The whole palace knows what we’re doing in here.” He whispers, his breath hot against your ear. You press your lips together, fighting back the noise that’s desperate to leave you at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you full–and you can feel every ridge and vein as it slides slowly in and out of you.
Your nails sink into the wooden panel of the shelf behind you, holding onto it for dear life when he starts pounding into your cunt once again, causing the shelf to violently rattle against the wall. Scrolls of official letters are falling off their sections around you, landing onto the floor, rolling away and disappearing into the crevices below the shelves.
The Emperor pays no heed, the letters bear no importance to him, not when he’s trying to fuck a baby into you. He saw you playing with the maids’ children that afternoon and he ended up watching you instead of writing those official letters. So when you arrive at the library that evening, you notice the familiar glint in his eye, the smirk playing on his lips tells you that he’s up to something.
“Looks like you’re ready to be a mom…” He says this as he makes his way towards you. His tall frame covers you from the only source of light in the room and you find yourself backed into the shelf when he finally closes the distance between your bodies.
The young Emperor wraps his arm around your small waist to pull you against him, his other hand caressing your cheek, your skin hot under his slightly cold fingers. “Tell me, my Empress. Should we make an heir? Should we fill the palace with our children?”
The way your body responded to him was all the answer he needed.
“Scream. Let the whole palace hear you…” He demands, using his authoritative voice against you, knowing how it arouses you even more. You feel his hand traveling down your body, peeling the layers of your hanfu apart so he can rest his hand against your stomach.
“I can’t wait to see you swell with our child…” He says between thrusts, his eyes on you, admiring your flushed face and teary eyes. Overwhelmed with a sudden wave of emotions from his words, you reach up and pull him by the neck, crashing your lips against his, capturing his mouth in an urgent but passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth when he shifts his angle slightly, raising your leg higher so he can slide deeper into you.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum…only if you scream again for me,” he says against your open mouth, the pace of his thrusting picks up when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His lips move from your ear to your neck, sucking another mark onto your skin, making sure it’s visible enough for everyone to see—for everyone to know that you belong to him.
Your loud moan turns into a scream when he starts fucking you harder, hitting that sweet spot inside your cunt repeatedly until you’re gushing around him, soaking his expensive silk robes with your juices. The sound of his grunts grow louder, matching your volume as he continues his merciless pounding into your swollen pussy.
The smell of sex in the room is all-consuming, making you high. And when your voice is hoarse from all the screaming, the sound of your wet skin smacking against eachother becomes more prominent, bouncing off the walls in the room and bleeding into the hallways.
“Do you really want this, my Empress? Do you want me to fill your cunt until you’re full with my cum?”
A choked cry escapes you when he suddenly grabs one of your tits, kneading it gently, already visualizing how much fuller they’ll look once you’re pregnant. And you’re thinking the same, how your body will change, how you’ll carry his child inside your womb and how he’ll definitely want to make more babies with you after that.
“Please, Your Majesty. I want your cum inside me please…put a baby inside me.”
“Fuck–take it all…” Your words push him over the edge, his fingers sinking into your thigh as he stills inside of you, spurts of his hot cum shoots into you and flooding your womb. The delicious sensation of being filled by his hot semen makes you gush around him again, leaving you both wet and sticky from the amount of fluids leaving your bodies. He throws his head back at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, greedily milking every single drop of his cum until you’re filled to brim.
“Fuck–your cunt is so fucking greedy for my cum…” he says between ragged breaths as he pushes in deeper. You yelp when he suddenly hooks both your legs around his waist and starts walking towards the table with his cock still plugged inside your cunt. When he places you on top of the table, you’re suddenly very aware of how weak your limbs have become from having to stand in that position for so long.
Your husband places your legs onto the table, but still keeps his hands on you—brushing them against your skin to calm your trembling legs. That’s when you feel the wetness oozing out from between your joined flesh and disappear between the crack of your ass. You whine and arch your hips upwards slightly to prevent it from landing onto the parchment beneath you.
“Oh, looks like my cum’s dripping out…let me push it back inside you,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he was talking about the weather. Meanwhile, his filthy words never fail to fluster you. You bite onto your lower lip, looking away from him as he scoops his leaking cum with the tip of his cock and pushes it back inside your cunt.
He stares at your flushed face and smiles, admiring your beauty in the afterglow—rosy cheeks, plump lips and tousled hair. His eyes continue to travel down your body, feeling himself hardening again inside you at the sight of your skin, full of marks, from your neck to the skin on top of your breasts. And he looks down at the mess you both made, despite his attempt, his cum continues to leak out of you.
“Should I fill you up again, my Empress? I think you can take much more than this…” He says, not expecting a reply because he’s already shoving his stiff cock inside you, sliding in easily from all the cum lubricating your walls. You whine at the feeling of being stretched again, your cunt already clamping around him greedily—wanting to be fucked again until your lust for him is sated.
The two of you didn’t leave the library until later that night—after he’s fucked you in different positions, filling you up again and again, fucking his cum into you until he’s sure that your womb’s had enough.
Despite your protests, he refuses to let you walk so he can carry you to the bedroom, convincing you that that is the only way to keep his cum from leaking out of you. Begrudgingly, you agree only because you begin to feel it drip down your thigh and you almost wanted to smack him when he said ‘I told you so.’
Upon exiting the library is when you notice that there’s quite a number of palace staffs working outside the vicinity of the room. You feel the blush creep up your neck when you both walk past them—it’s almost as if you can see the look on their faces even when they keep their heads bowed until the door to the bedroom closes behind you.
The maids continue to talk about it until the next day as they cross their legs together, rubbing their soaked thighs—wishing they were you.
the tea room next door - part ii to series (the emperor needs an heir)
i never intended for this to be a series but i just really enjoy writing emperor jinghe. also i posted this on ao3 first before posting here only bcus this is a not a response to any prompt requests. do drop by my comments and let me know if i should continue this series. enjoy the porn <3
also if you wanna read part i of the series, it's here
Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader
Words: 2.9k words
Tags: fluff and smut, impregnation, multiple creampies, breeding kink, dirty talking, porn with plot hooray, loud sex, wall sex, mating press(?), anyways lots of cum again (i am known for this now apparently), emperor jinghe can throw me against the wall and fuck me for a week straight
Advisor Kim finds it rather odd that the tea room right next to the Emperor's bedroom needs daily cleaning. Sometimes even twice a day. And for some reason, it always needs more than two maid servants to clean it.
To sate his curiosity, Kim decides to check on them that night. He slides the door open just slightly to peek into the room only to find three of the maid servants flocking together near the wall with their ears pressed against it.
It takes him a while to figure out why they are doing this—the answer arriving just seconds after the realization kicks in.
The loud slam against the wall sends the maids jumping off their seats in shock. “What—what was that?” One of them asks, her hand rubbing her chest to calm her rapid heartbeat.
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He’s especially rough tonight—feral, almost.
The Emperor slams your body against the wall and starts ripping the layers off of you. He kisses you hungrily while his hands are busy tearing the silk material of the hanfu apart only because he can’t find the knot that’s tying the layers together. He’s impatient and dying to taste you again after being so deprived of you for hours because of some dumb officials he had to entertain.
A small yelp escapes you when he finally removes the last layer off of your body, letting it slide down your figure until it pools around your ankles. He presses his forehead against yours and stares into your eyes. You see the lust in his violet eyes and you’re sure yours mirror the same.
All these pent-up sexual frustration and overwhelming emotions was a result of what had transpired that morning.
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“Did you really think I needed concubines?” He asks you the moment he had the chance to be alone with you, pulling you into the corner of the hallway, taking you completely by surprise.
You were acting distant the whole morning when you overheard the elders pressing him to consider the alternative to producing an heir.
It has been a week of sex after sex with him and yet you are still without child. According to the senior attendant, it might happen soon enough. But soon enough is not going to cut it—not when the elders are getting impatient to the point of suggesting the help of concubines.
What you failed to notice was your husband’s response to that suggestion because you had fled the area before you could hear anything else.
“No, I don’t need them. The Empress is the only one I need.”
“But what if the Empress doesn’t produce an heir?”
“Then so be it. I’d rather have this bloodline end with me than having to bed another woman who is not her.”
You turn your head away, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from saying anything—not that anything you say will matter. The elders have the upper hand and the Emperor is most likely to heed their advice instead of yours. He turns your head back to face him with his fingers on your chin.
“You own me, my Empress. Every part of my being…” he says softly and leans in close enough to kiss you but stops before your lips could touch. His lips curl into a smile and you can feel the emotions radiate off him, the genuine love he has for you just from the way he stares into your eyes.
“I’m yours and you’re mine.” And then he kisses you. It doesn’t take long for you to melt into the kiss which quickly becomes hot and heavy. He presses his body against yours and kisses you deeper, brushing his tongue between your lips before pushing past them and meeting yours. Your tongues swirl against each other, fighting for dominance. The kiss is so intense and invasive that it makes your head spin.
You end up biting onto his lower lip a little bit too hard, causing him to bleed. Your sanity quickly returns and you pull away from the kiss, mortified at what you’ve done. “Your Majesty, I’m sorry—” You bring your hand towards his face to wipe the blood off but he catches your wrist before you can do so.
He swipes his tongue over the cut, tasting the metallic of his own blood and lets out a small chuckle.
“Is this your way of marking me, my Empress?”
Before you can respond, he leans in and captures your lips once again, kissing you softly this time. The taste of his blood on your tongue somehow sparks an odd sensation within you–and you debate with yourself whether you should be feeling this way.
You whine when he pulls away but keeps his forehead pressed against yours. “As much as I’d like to fuck you out here in the open, I have some business to attend to…” He tells you, smiling when he sees the blush creep onto your face at his words. You pout your lips but nod your head in response.
“I’ll wait for you in our bedroom…” You say, watching his eyes widen in excitement.
“Mmm…I can’t wait.”
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When he arrives in the bedroom that evening, you barely had the chance to greet him because suddenly you’re pulled off the floor and slammed against the wall.
“Your Majesty…” You breathe, tilting your head up to look at him. He’s tall, so tall that you have to stand on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. Everything is happening so fast, the desperation and need to pleasure each other is evident through your hurried movements.
Lu Jinghe wraps his fingers around your neck and slides himself down your naked body, leaving kisses along your skin until his face is level with exposed cunt. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and watch as he dives into your pussy, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against your nub before wrapping his lips around it.
Your hips buck against his face at the initial contact, a huge spark of pleasure shooting throughout your body at the feeling of his hot mouth on you. He groans against your pussy then pulls away briefly to spit on it before shoving his tongue in, swirling in against your walls, already soaking wet even before he’s touched you.
“Mmmhm…fuck, Your Majesty…s–so good…”
His grip around your neck tightens just enough to make you feel the pain but not fully constrict your airways. You have discovered a few nights ago that you quite like the feeling of his hand around your neck—so when you asked him to do it again to you, he immediately obliged. “Anything to make you feel good, my Empress.”
The feeling of his fingers suddenly shoved inside you pulls you out of your thoughts and back into the present. You look down to find him staring back at you with a smug grin on his face, his two fingers rapidly pumping in and out of you that your body is shaking from the force.
“Look at you, so fucking wet and ready for me…” He says, curling his fingers and stretching your cunt open to prepare you for his thick cock later. Your brows knit together, mouth hanging open as you near your orgasm. His pace increases, sliding his fingers in and out before diving in once again to wrap his lips around your throbbing clit, sucking on it until you explode around him.
You scream his name as the orgasm washes over you, squirting onto him and soaking his face, hair and robes with your release. He pulls away, his fingers still inside you, pumping slowly to coax all the juices out of you. He stands up to his full height after that, bringing his fingers towards your face and you part your lips obediently, allowing him to push his digits into your hot mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers.
“Your body is just begging to be fucked…” he says, pulling his fingers out of your mouth then drag them down your body, leaving a wet trail of saliva on your skin. He then gathers both your wrists with one hand and pins them against the wall above your head as he steps in closer to your body. Your hips instantly arch towards him, aching to feel his erection concealed behind the layers of his robes.
He leans in next to your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin making the hairs stand on the back of your neck. “Is that what you want, my love? Do you want me to fuck you and fill you up again with my cum?” He purrs, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses against your neck. You squirm against him, mumbling incoherently in response and he tells you to speak up.
“I want you to fuck me! Please…I want you inside me.” The heat mounting your core is becoming unbearable and if he wants you to recite every single filthy detail you want him to do to you, so be it. Your body is aching for him, desperate to be filled by him.
He steps away and releases your wrists and before he can even say anything, your hands are on him, hurriedly pushing the robes off of him—desperate to have his naked body against yours. You sink to your knees so you can finally release his cock from its confines, earning a hiss from him when you wrap your fingers around it. You waste no time, taking his whole length into your mouth hungrily that you almost choke yourself in the process.
“Fuck–my Empress. You’re so greedy…” he hisses, fisting your hair, pulling your head back slightly and forcing you to look up at him with his cock still in your mouth. He wipes the tears from your eye then slowly pushes your head in, allowing you to take him in deeper. You watch the way his Adam's apple bobs against his neck when he throws his head back, moaning your name into the ceiling.
It arouses you even more to see him like this, completely vulnerable to you, giving in to the pleasure you’re offering him. You notice how the maid servants would talk about how good looking he is, how he exudes confidence and sex appeal–which is highly inappropriate by the way. But you take pride in it, knowing that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this.
You hollow your cheeks around him before pulling away with a pop, leaving a trail of saliva between your lips and the tip of his cock. He looks down at you and you lock eyes with him as you swirl your tongue around the head before taking him fully inside your mouth again.
When he feels himself drawing near to his release, he pulls you away from his cock and reaches down to gather you in his arms, hooking your legs on both sides of his body before backing you up against the wall.
You throw your arms over his shoulders and hold onto him, your head spinning from how quickly your position has changed. “I’d love to cum in your mouth, my love, but I think you’d much rather have me fill your cunt instead.”
Oh right, you’re still trying to conceive a baby. You almost forgot; your eagerness to pleasure him almost made him waste it down your throat. You laugh, leaning your forehead against his and he smiles, shaking his head. “You drive me crazy, jiejie…” He says, lining his cock against your soaking entrance.
“Now let’s get you pregnant, yeah?” And then he sinks you onto him, pushing his entire length inside you until the tip reaches your womb. You’re so small against his tall frame and he carries your entire weight so easily, bouncing you on his cock with little to no effort. You bite onto his shoulder, your eyes screwing shut at the sheer pleasure of having his thick cock pistoning in and out of you. He knows just how to fuck you, hitting that spot within you until you’re gushing around him again and again. Your tits bounce against his chest and he leans down to capture your erect nipple in his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around it just to stimulate you even more.
You cry out his name repeatedly, your walls clenching around him tight until he’s coming inside you–filling your womb with his hot semen. He keeps your legs around him as he presses his weight slightly against you while he rides his orgasm. You sigh, breathless from your own release–your chest heaving and legs trembling.
After a few minutes, your husband finally moves and just when you thought he’d put you back onto the floor, he walks towards the bed instead without even detaching himself from your cunt. Your walls clamp around him tightly and you can feel his cock twitching back to life. Your mind is reeling at his stamina the first time you experienced it but now, you’re somewhat used to it.
He places you on the bed and presses his body against you, hooking your legs behind him instinctively from your familiarity with this position. You moan when you feel his hips begin to move, slowly at first just so he can push the leaking cum back inside you. And then it’s hard and fast all over again, his cock thrusting in and out of you, each plunge deeper than the next.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses as he slowly pulls out before shoving himself back in, all the way to the hilt, bumping against your cum-filled womb. You gasp out his name, the sensation almost made your heart stop. He’s losing his goddamn mind at the sheer pleasure of fucking you like this, raw and obscene. He pulls back just to watch his cock slide in and out of you, eyes fixated on your cunt, eagerly sucking him in.
“Please fill me up again…” you hear yourself say, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, glazed with lust. You grip onto the silk sheets beneath you as you drown yourself in the sensation–his hot skin against yours, the taste of his lips, the erotic sight of him sweating as he fucks you, the overwhelming scent of sex, and the lewd, wet squelching sound of his cock pumping in and out of your soaking cunt.
“Fucking cum inside me again please…” you beg and his thrusts grow harsher, his fingers sinking into your thighs as he bottoms out inside you. “Fuck yes–hnnng…take my cum!” He grunts, pressing his whole weight on you as his hips ruts violently against you, jets of his hot cum shooting into you and filling your womb again, painting your insides white.
There’s too much now and you feel impossibly full. You hold your breath thinking it will hold it in but the cum continues to spill past your joined flesh and onto the sheets. He stills inside you, pumping the last few drops before pulling out of you, immediately pushing your hips up and placing a pillow beneath you to keep you elevated.
“Fuck, that’s a lot—” he says, watching his semen leak out of you. He scoops them up with his fingers and pushes them back inside you. He curls his fingers only to get a reaction out of you, earning him a stern ‘Lu. Jing. He.’ He laughs and settles himself next to you on the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead then on your lips. He then pushes his cum-covered fingers inside your mouth and you suck on them earnestly, tasting your combined fluids. “Just in case you miss the taste,” he grins.
He then places the same hand against your stomach, rubbing it in circles. You bask in the afterglow with him, your heart swelling with emotions as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your wedding band, reminding you of his vows to you.
And as your eyes flutter close, you say a little prayer in your head, hoping the gods will finally bless you with a baby—a little Lu Jinghe.
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Advisor Kim left the tea room just as soon as the two of you began your session—but only after leaving a stack of towels outside the bedroom door. The Emperor slides the door open after you have fallen asleep, ready to call out for the maids but quickly stops himself when he notices the towels. He smiles and brings them into the room, knowing exactly who left them there.
The eavesdropping maid servants leave the tea room soon after, aroused and sexually frustrated. One of them left earlier than the rest to meet with the guard in the storage room for a session of their own.
“Did you get turned on listening to them again?” The guard asks, as he kneels between the maid’s legs. “How loud were they this time?”
She spreads herself wider for him and guides his cock into her, desperate to be filled just like the Empress. “Let’s just say, we didn’t even need to be in the tea room to hear them.”
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About two weeks later, that same maid servant kneels beside you, holding your hair back as you vomit the lunch you had into the bucket. You wipe the residue with the back of your hand and try to steady your breathing only to dive back into the bucket, expelling whatever’s left inside you.
The senior attendant stands by the door, watching you with a knowing smile on her face.
