Christian Borle's Sexy Adventure

it's been hot (marvin x male reader)

a/n: kind of a weird idea I've had in my head for a while that I'm now actually beginning to use
in my head this was supposed to take place before whizzer came into the picture so yeah please bare with me
enjoy :^)

warning: smut

Ever since high school, you've always had a thing for older men, and over the years you became oddly specific on who you sought out for. They all had to be demanding, middle-aged, somewhat professional, mean, and big, or else you didn't even bother with them. So of course when you see the fine older man eyeing you down from across the bar, you had to go and talk to him. That lead up to him pinning you down on the outside door of his hotel room half an hour later, kissing you like a madman.

"Open the door," you gasp, and he reaches down to pull out his keys from his pocket, struggling to put them in the lock. After what seemed like the fiftieth attempt, he finally managed to open up the door, and you move inside. You take a moment to look around in his room as he shuts the door behind him; minus the ugly floral pattern curtains on the windows, it was fancier than any other hotel you ever stayed in.

"Nice place," you say, kicking off your shoes before going over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He smirks and follows suit, his hand reaching out to cup the side of your face. You shiver at the feeling of his cold wedding ring on your cheek.

"Take off your clothes, pretty boy," he demands, his voice dropping down so low that you were almost ready to fuck him right that second. You nod in response, reaching down with shaky hands to unbutton your shirt. While you were doing this, he brushes his hand against your thigh and starts to kiss your jawline down to your neck, biting and sucking at the junction between your shoulder and neck.
Once you had all your clothes off he pushes you down on the bed onto the pillows before moving in front of you, spreading your legs out.

"Do you have any lube?" you ask, looking up at him with lustful eyes. He smirks before leaning over you to open up the nightstand, grabbing out a small bottle of lube.

"I'm glad someone came prepared," he remarks, grabbing a pillow before tapping on your hip. "Up."

You obliged without question and lift your hips up, letting him put the pillow under your butt. He gives you a wide-eyed stare, the corners of his mouth twisting upwards.

"Do you wanna prep yourself or do I have to do all the work?" he asks, and you give him a glare before taking the bottle of lube from his hand.

"I'll do it if you're gonna be a bitch about it," you reply, opening up the bottle and pouring a generous amount onto your fingers. He watched as you start to prep yourself before beginning to remove his own clothes, taking his time while doing so. Once he pulled off his briefs, you couldn't help but stare at his cock, rigid and girthy.

"Are you ready for me yet?" he asks as you finish up, and you nod.

"Please," you whine, and he raises a brow.

"Please what?" he asks with a laugh, and you roll your eyes. What an asshole.

You glared up at him before spreading your legs out further. "Please, fuck me," you say, quickly adding, "and make it hurt."

His pupils dilated once those words left you and he moves inbetween your legs, lining himself up with your hole. You both couldn't help but moan when the head fully slips inside you with ease.

"Ooh, fuck-" You tighten up around him, biting your lip. He smirks down at you before reaching down to grab your wrist, pinning your hands over your head.

"Oh no," you deadpan, wiggling your hips against him. "What are you gonna do to me now, mister?"

"You know, that might work better if I wasn't already inside you," he points out, leaning in for a kiss before thrusting his hips forward to bury himself deep inside you in one swift motion.

You arch off the bed and cry out. He was way bigger than anyone else you've been with, and the stretch of him inside you was almost enough to make you feel that you're about to tear into two. He just sits there for a second, calming himself down from that high before he finally starts moving, thrusting in and out of you at a slow yet mellow pace.

You whimper and wrap your legs around him, trying to pull him in closer. "Deeper," you gasp out, lifting your ass up from the bed.

He looks at you, smirking before unexpectedly pulling out of you, leaving onto the tip inside. You look up at him with begging eyes, at a loss for words. "Wh-what-"

"Tell me what you want, baby," he demands darkly, staring down with a menacing look.

You blink, scowling. "Oh, don't fucking do this-"

"Say it or I'll leave!"

You let out a groan, throwing your head back on a pillow beneath you. "For fuck's sake! I want you inside me!" you choke out, panting. "Fuck me, please! I need you!"

He groans out, "Oh, g-good boy." He shifts around before reaching down to grab your ankles, helping you hook them over his shoulders so you were practically bent in half. When he thrusts into you, you could feel him move inside you even deeper than before. You cry out sharply and wiggle your arms out of his grip, reaching down to stroke yourself, only to have your wrist grabbed by his hand again.

"Quit it."

You cock a brow and smile weakly. "Wow, that's all you've got?"

He laughs breathlessly and leans down to silence you with a kiss. He bites down on your lower lip harshly, and you whimper, thrusting your hips against his. He smirks and pulls away.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" he asks, nipping at your earlobe as he fucks you. "Maybe I should do that some more so that all the other guys you go out and fuck can see what I've done to you." He scoffs. "God, you really are a slu-"

He doesn't have time to finish his sentence when you suddenly cum with a shout, spilling all over your abdomen and his own. He looks down and lets out a groan of annoyance, pulling out of you, leaving you feeling empty. "Oh, come on."

"S-sorry." You relax back on the bed, staring up at his anger ridden face, unable to hold back your smile.

He glares and sits himself down on the bed in front of you, leaning back to where he supported himself on his elbows. "Well, you might as well clean this all up then. Come on."

You smile and reach over to grab a tissue go wipe yourself off sitting up, crawling over to him. You plant a kiss on his hairless chest before dragging your tongue down to his stomach, licking up all you can.

"You know," he speaks up as you finish cleaning him, "I still haven't came yet."

You look up at him and smile. "Well, mister, how about another round?"

"Whatever you say, kid."

w owzers
will probably do a lot more stuff involving this character because why not
if you have any request you'll like me to do then hit me up :^))