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wriothesley x sub!fem!reader. nsfw content. unprotected p -> v. riding. finger sucking. nipple sucking. infantilization. daddy kink. oral fixation. r falls asleep / passes out afterwards ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

"daddie..." the whines and whimpers that filled wriothesley's ears sounded to him like the sweetest song in the world. he truly believed that if he ever lost his sense of hearing, your voice calling out for your daddy would be the thing he'd miss the most.

"daddy 's too much... too much daddy.." your whines were accompanied by the sound of his desk chair, quietly squeaking as you bounced up and down on his lap. and the sticky squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunny. "too big... daddie too big"

wriothesley knew he was. each time you struggled so hard to take him all the way in, no matter how many times you danced this dance, the stretch of him sliding inside of you was always a little difficult for you to take. when you saw it for the first time, you really did think for a moment that it was inhuman.

but each time you took it like such a champ, always so desperate to please and provide for him that you often forget that you were supposed to be getting pleasure from it too.

wriothesley was so proud of you. you were just so perfect for him. the most precious and perfect little dollie he could ask for.

"i know baby," he cooed, "it's okay, you're doing so good. so good for daddy. can you keep going ?" his hands held onto your hips, holding them tightly, guiding you up and down. hoping to relieve you of some of the effort it took to bounce on him.

you nodded at his question. of course you could keep going. you wanted to keep going. no matter how difficult it was. he felt too good. you were sure that if you stopped now, and lost the feeling of his cock filling you up, losing the chance to be stuffed with his cum that you'd simply die.

wriothesley cooed sweet praises at you, so proud of your efforts. he tilted his head back on his chair, eyes shut closed in pure bliss you made him feel. a little gagging noise from you made him look back up at you. finding you with your fingers in your mouth, sucking hard on them as you rode his cock.

you always, always loved having something in your mouth. it could be anything, really. as long as it had your mouth full. from wriothesley's fingers, or your own, to the colorful pacifiers he'd find all over his office and your shared bedroom. he took a hand from your waist, and pulled your fingers from your mouth, earning a soft whine from you as you tried to follow them, wanting them in your mouth again.

he didn't want to be mean. he really didn't. he hated being mean to you, and all he wanted was to make you happy. but he knew your pretty mouth could be put to much better use. quickly, as to not upset you further, he undid the buttons on his shirt, leaving his chest bare.

"come 'ere baby" his hand rested on the back of your head, pushing it down gently towards his chest "open your mouth" he pushed your head down until your lips were wrapped around his nipple.

you knew exactly what to do, without him ever having to tell you. your eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as you sucked so needy on him. little gags and gasps for air came from you as you tried harder and harder to push even more of his nipple into your mouth. slobber and drool spilled from your mouth, running down his bare chest, pooling where your body met his, joining the mess of slick and sweat that had gathered.

"that's it baby girl..." he praised, taking deep breaths to compose himself "you feel better ?"

you nodded around him, suddenly finding a second wind in the comfort of his nipple in your mouth, bouncing on him faster and harder again. a squeal muffled by wriothesley's chest escaped your throat. your gummy walls fluttered around him, pretty freshly-painted nails scraping at his back and shoulders as you came undone around him, bouncing on him through your high, driving yourself to the brink of overstimulation.

"good girl, good girl, good girl" wriothesley groaned, tossing his head back in his chair again, running his hand through his hair, damp with sweat. his mouth hung open in a silent moan as he came inside you. thick ropes of warm cum shooting inside you, covering the squishy walls of your cunny. "fuck... fuck... good girl. god you're such a good little girl. such a good little girl for daddy, aren't you ?"

there was no response from you, not even a whine.

"baby ?" he asked, lifting his head up again, neck craning to try and get a peak at your face. with the sigh he saw, you could have easily convinced him that he had died and gone to heaven.

you had fallen fast asleep, soft heavy breaths coming from soft, parted lips, your chin and neck coated in a thin layer of sweat and drool, sticky cheek pressed against the bare skin of his chest. the warmth of his skin, and the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. with careful precision, mindful not to wake you, wriothesley pulled you off his cock, globs of cum sliding from your cunt soon after.

after tucking his cock back in his underwear, and zipping his pants up again, he set you back on his lap, wrapping strong arms around you, holding you close and tight against him. he leaned down, peppering the top and side of your head with sweet kisses.

"my sweet baby..." he cooed to your sleeping form "daddy's sweet little baby" 

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— pairing. inexperienced!choso x fem!reader

— synopsis. you help choso adapt to the world, teaching him about many things he doesn’t quite understand. although, you didn’t know helping him adapt would take this kind of turn.

— word count. 3.7k

— contents. fluff, smut, nipple play, titty worship, dry humping, handjobs (male receiving), blowjobs (male receiving)

— notes. dividers @saradika 💕

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Days turned into months, and soon it was a routine to wander off with Choso. Showing him the wonders of the world, while teaching him things that were unknown to him. You answered all his questions, making sure he adapted thoroughly to this world that was new to him.

There was just so much that he didn’t understand, and after your offer to help him out— he leaned on you to guide him through everything he was confused on. He felt more comfortable having you around, not letting him stumble off into this odd world without guidance.

You liked spending time with him, finding him easy to talk to. Choso felt the same way, except he’d rather listen to you talk all day. You calmed him, made him feel normal. He thought you were incredibly kind, your huge heart something he adored about you. He found himself just wanting to be near you, even on the days he didn’t feel like exploring the world.

That’s where you found yourself with Choso, relaxed on your bed together as you showed him one of your favorite movies. Tangled.

“Her hair is so long, and magical?” He wondered, genuinely curious.

You found it adorable. You giggled.

“Yup, she got her powers from a magic flower her mother had to drink when she was sick and pregnant with her.” You explained.

Choso hummed, his eyes never leaving the screen. Watching intently as the girl so called Rapunzel, healed this man’s hand with her hair.

“Intriguing.” He whispered.

You giggled again, his interest in the disney movie endearing. You didn’t expect him to be so interested. The two of you sat in silence, only occasionally answering a question he had. Otherwise the movie played on.

You leaned back against the headboard, both your hands supporting your head as a specific scene started to play. The music started up as the two characters watched the lanterns from their boat.

It was quite a beautiful scene, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment. The way the man was so gentle towards the girl, it was so sweet— you had wished you could have something such as that.

Meanwhile, Choso wasn’t paying attention to the movie anymore. He glanced over to you when he saw you adjusting yourself and caught a look at your eyes. How they were practically shining as you were trapped in the scene. He couldn’t stop himself from staring, taking in your features— how ethereal you looked from the tv’s glow. His eyes danced over your brows, looking lower to the way your lashes hovered over your eyes, looking even lower to the curve of your nose. His eyes danced down to your cupids bow, steeping lower to your plump lips— his own mouth parting as your tongue poked out the wet them.

He let out a heavy breath watching you, studying every micro expression you made— he was captivated by you.

After a wave of warmth rushed through his body, he swallowed through the dryness in his throat and let his eyes dance lower, dropping from your chin and down your neck and collarbone— his eyes locking on your chest. He stared shamelessly at the steady rise and fall, the movement almost relaxing him into a sleepy state— that was until he looked a little lower.

His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the two pebbled indents, poking through your shirt. A lot of unknown to him, but he had known basic human anatomy— at least a good portion of it.

He was licking his own lips, his eyes unable to stray away from your nipples begging to escape from your shirt. He felt like he should look away, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“(Y/n)? Why ar—” He trailed off, growing nervous when your eyes met with his, “Are you okay?”

You were confused with his sudden concern.

“What do you mean Cho? I’m fine.”

“Oh… um never mind then.” He mumbled bashfully.

Your gaze softened and the movie was suddenly forgotten in the background, despite it being one of your favorite scenes.

“Cho, hey. What’s wrong? You can ask me anything remember?”

He nodded but couldn’t seem to voice what he wanted to say in the first place, so he pointed instead towards your chest.

You were confused, following the tip of his finger and glancing down to your shirt.

“You like my shirt?” You wondered.

He shook his head.

“No…” He pointed again, this time his finger got closer and he misjudged how close he was to you, because before you could think twice— the tip of his finger had brushed against your hardened nipple through your shirt.

The action had you letting out a little gasp, warmth shooting straight to your core from it. Choso retracted his hand, but his eyes were dilated, your reaction intriguing him.

Your eyes shot down to your chest, noticing he was talking about your tits. Oh.

“Oh you mean my… boobs?” You asked, not feeling uncomfortable at all by his curiosity.

He nodded, his hand dropping to his side.

You tried your best to put the pieces together and assumed he was specifically referring to your nipples— which had your cheeks flushed.

“Uh, what about them?”

He turned his body towards you more, his eyes glancing down from time to time, but you could tell he was trying not to look. Although, you didn’t mind if he did.

“They are… hard.”

He was talking about your tits so casually, you knew you should be mature and answer his questions but you couldn’t ignore how flustered you felt.

“Yeah, I guess they are.” You laughed awkwardly, but it wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable. You were just flustered.

“Why?”

You bit your lip, Choso’s eyes followed, and you thought for a moment of how to answer.

“Well, sometimes they just get hard. Like, if I’m cold or… turned on.” You answered truthfully, although maybe you shouldn’t of added in that last part.

Choso’s eyes met with yours, breaking away from your lips as you spoke, and his eyes had darkened. Unbeknownst to him, he was turned on as well. Staring at your body so sensually had him spinning.

“Are you?” He wondered.

You tilted your head in innocent confusion, the action had Choso licking his lips.

“Am I what?”

“Are you turned on?”

His words had your core throbbing and you had to squeeze your thighs together, not missing the way his eyes shot down and caught the slight movement.

Truth was, yeah. You were turned on. Like really turned on, it was hard not to be when he was looking at you so intensely.

“Well, I wasn’t before but…” You trailed off, and Choso was hanging onto every word, “After you touched me accidentally, yeah.”

He swallowed nervously and lowered his gaze, he felt bad all of a sudden. Not meaning to make you uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mea—”

“Cho it’s okay,” You stopped his apologies, noticing his distressed look, “It felt good actually.”

His expression switched from embarrassed to the same darkened look again. Like he was realizing now.

You couldn’t help your own curiosity.

“Have you never… touched someone like that?”

He shook his head, his mouth parted slightly— like breathing was becoming a hard task.

“Do you want to?” You asked, your voice lower.

Choso swallowed, scooting a little closer to you, his movements almost as if he was squirming a bit in his spot— like he couldn’t control himself.

He nodded, his pupils blown out.

“Go ahead.” You whispered, your eyes falling on your chest before meeting with his.

“A-are you sure?”

You smiled sweetly at him. Always trying to be so polite. You nodded.

“Yes.”

At those words, Choso let his eyes fall on your breasts. His focus on the hardened buds. His hand lifted slowly, his eyes meeting with yours one last time as if he was asking for permission again. At your nod, he focused back on your chest, his hand cupping one of your tits.

Even through your shirt, you could feel his palm warming your tit. You watched him, his eyes wide and staring at your chest. It was adorable how excited he was— no actually it was hot.

He lightly squeezed the mound before letting his thumb brush over your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you.

He eyes shot up to yours, pausing his movements as he took in your hooded eyes, the way your lips were parted. He kept his gaze on you, brushing this thumb over the bud again— this time watching your body jump, your mouth parting wider as another sweet sound escaped.

He liked the reactions from you, knowing he was the one causing it.

“It’s not the same for everyone but…” You trailed off, another brush of his thumb over your nipple making you take a deep breath in, “I’m really sensitive there.”

He licked his lips, his other hand coming up to give the other tit attention. He lightly squeezed and kept teasing the buds, until his mind wondered what they felt like without the shirt.

They already felt so soft through this material, but his mouth almost watered at how they’d feel bare.

“Go ahead Cho.” You whispered, almost like you read his mind.

His breathing was heavy, his hands dipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing his fingertips up the soft skin of your belly.

You shivered, his touch so delicate. Touching you like you were fragile and bound to break.

His fingers brushed the underside of your breast, the feeling causing you to shiver again, goosebumps covering your flesh. His cupped both tits as he had before, but this time he could finally feel your soft skin. He was right— so soft. He gently massaged your tits, before letting his thumb brush over your nipple again, this time no material in the way.

You whined at the sensation, eyes pinching shut as he played with your tits. It felt so good, and for someone who hadn’t touched anyone before like this— he was pretty damn good at it.

Choso’s eyes shot up at your noise, the sound only spurring him on as he used his pointer finger and thumb to roll the sensitive buds.

The throbbing in your core intensified, and you could feel a knot start to build up in your abdomen. If he kept playing with you like this, you might just end up coming.

“Cho… feels s’good…” You breathed out, “If you don’t stop… I might…”

Choso didn’t stop, he was hungry with desire. He was hungry for you— he needed to feel every inch of your body.

He lifted your shirt off quickly, leaving you bare and exposed to him. His mouth watered at the sit of your plump, perky tits— nipples rosy and swollen. You were one hell of a view.

“So… pretty.” Choso panted out, licking his lips before lowering himself to your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth.

Your back arched, pressing yourself further into him as he sucked on the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around before flicking it.

“F-fuckk Cho…” Your voice was rough and scratchy, the sound making Choso growl into your skin. The vibrations on your nipple making you cry.

Choso kept his mouth locked around your bud, his hands dropping from your chest. His arms circled around you, picking you up with ease until you were straddling his lap, his hands pushing on your back so that your tits were smushed in his face.

This position had the throbbing in your core tripling, but with your core pressed over his, you relieved the ache in your center— grinding your hips down hard and slow over him.

Choso let go of your nipple with a pop, a pained whimper leaving his lips. You stopped your hips.

“What’s wrong Cho?” You cupped his jaw, tilting it up to see his glossy eyes.

“Do that again.” He begged.

You held him, stroking your thumb along his jawline as you grinding your hips over him once more. The friction was delicious to your clit, but not as satisfying as the sounds Choso was making.

One of his hands stayed pushed against the small of your back, keeping you close to him while the other shot down and gripped your hip.

“Again.” He growled.

You started up a slow and steady pace, your hips pressing down on his clothed member.

His face contorted up into a pained expression, biting his lip to try and stop the whines from escaping, but you heard every addicting sound.

“Has no one ever touched you like this?” You purred, running your fingers through his scalp.

He shook his head weakly, his own hips starting to jut up into you— needing more.

“Does it feel good?”

Choso gazed into your eyes, his own glossy with an almost drunk looking gaze.

“Feels s’good.”

You changed your pattern and started grinding little slow circles on him, his breathing getting heavier as his hand gripped your hip tighter.

“M-more, I need more please—!” He whimpered, burying his face into your chest again, licking and sucking on your already overstimulated tits.

You panted into his hairline, your nose resting there as you found the strength to speak.

“What do you want Cho?”

He flicked your nipple with his tongue, giving it a gentle kiss before releasing it once more, tilting his head up to meet your drunk gaze.

“More…” He whined, his hips jolting up into yours.

You giggled lowly, your voice strained and breathy. He was so needy and whiny, it had the throbbing in your core only getting more intense.

“I know Cho… but what do you want?” You cooed, brushing some of his fallen hairs back, “You want to keep touching me… or do you want me to touch you? Make you feel good, hm?”

His eyes were darting from eye to eye, his face scrunched up almost into a pained pout as he couldn’t answer. His facial expressions were an answer enough.

You circled harder onto him, his hands tightening around you.

“Is that it? Want me to make you feel good Cho?”

He swallowed, his eyes fluttering shut before opening back up— the sultry sound of your voice making him dizzy.

“Please.”

You smirked and leaned in, giving the tip of his nose a kiss.

“I’ll be good.” He whined.

You bit your lip, this strong massive man melting underneath you. It was incredibly sexy, and you just wanted to devour him.

You leaned forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss, knowing he probably had never kissed anyone before. He was hesitant at first, letting you take lead while he just felt you. After you opened your mouth a bit, taking more of his lips into yours— he slowly started to move against you, he mouth parting and trapping your bottom lip in between his.

Choso was all new to this, but he really liked it. He especially liked that it was you he was doing it with.

Your hips moved in a delicious pace, one that had Choso going mad. The friction was succulent, and the mere idea of never having felt or experienced this feeling before had Choso wanting to cry. It was so good— too good.

“You’re so hard Cho,” You panted in between kisses, “So big.”

He thrusted up, the all too amazing friction not enough— he needed so much more.

One of his hands left your hip, relieving the flesh as he moved his hand up towards your breast. Your back arched into him as he squeezed the plump flesh, circling his thumb over the bud.

You lifted off of him, not missing the whine when you left him.

“Hold on Cho.” You giggled, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties. Choso watched with drunken glazed eyes, hungrily staring at your exposed center. “Is this okay?”

He swallowed hard, eyes raking up your beautiful nude body until he met your eyes.

“Yes… so beautiful.” He spoke breathlessly, never have seen someone— something so breathtaking.

You blushed from his words, crawling closer to him and sitting back on your knees in front of him. Straddling him, but careful to stay off his center. His eyes were dilated, wide with anticipation.

You rubbed your hands on his legs, running your hands over his knees and caressed his thighs through his pants. Your touch was so addicting, even the softest most innocent touches had him going wild. His skin tingled underneath his robes.

His breath hitched, his eyebrows pulling together when your hands stopped just before you could smooth a hand over his covered member.

You gazed up at him.

“Can I?”

He nodded, his own hands fisting the bedsheets below him.

You smoothed your palm over his dick, a gasp escaping his lips as his body shuttered. You bit your lip at the reaction before hooking your thumbs into his pants and sliding them down his legs.

Choso stayed still and patient. Although, he wouldn’t be able to keep that control for long.

Your core throbbed at the sight of his muscular legs, eyes trailing up from his calves and landing on his thick, bulging thighs.

Your hands ran along his exposed skin, the feeling of your fingertips scraping against his skin soothing. The burning in his skin calmed at your touch, his eyes closing at the pleasant sensation.

“(Y/n)… please…” He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for, but he just needed more of your touch. All of it.

“Patience Cho, m’gonna make you feel good.” You purred, your hand running over his tensing thigh and cupping his painfully hard member.

Choso couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into your palm, whimpering as the touch of your skin against his most private part felt heavenly.

“F-fuck…” He whined, voice strained and breathy.

You wrapped your hand around the base of him, squeezing and sliding up his cock until you reached his rosy tip. You smoothed your thumb over his slit, smearing the precum that had built up there, taking your time to circle the pad of your thumb around his head— driving him insane.

His knuckles were white and strained as they fisted the bedsheets, his eyes clamped shut as the feeling was too much— it was too good.

He cried out, face scrunching up as you rubbed your palm over his head, collecting his juices and grabbing ahold of his cock again— this time beginning to stroke him with a delicious pace.

He felt so hard and huge in your hand, you were licking your lips and squeezing your thighs together— wanting to feel him inside your aching pussy.

“How’s that feel Cho?” You whispered, your other hand lightly scraping your fingernails all the way from his abs to his thigh.

He whined, hips thrusting up to meet your strokes.

“S’good… s’good… don’t stop… fuck…”

You smirked at his reaction, completely melting from your touch. You stroked him faster, making sure to rub your thumb all the way across his tip with every stroke.

Your other hand started playing with his balls, gently rolling them in your palm. That action had Choso growling, his eyes shooting open and gazing down at you.

His expression was dark, his eyes glazed over with some primal urge— one that had him wanting to devour you.

“You gonna cum for me Cho?”

His expression switched back to a pained, needy look. His eyebrows pulling together as his mouth hang open, panting as the sensation was building so perfectly.

He nodded lazily. “Yes… yes.”

You felt his hips thrusting into your hand quicker, a messy pace and you knew he was close. Without thinking, you lowered your mouth onto him, sucking on his tip, letting your tongue circle his head before flicking his slit. Choso watched with a drunken expression, as you sucked on his most private area. It wasn’t long before he was letting out a pained whimper, thrusting his dick into your mouth deeper and shooting his seed down your throat.

You kept playing with his balls, running your hand up and down his thigh soothingly as he lazily thrusted into your mouth, your tongue running along the underside of his dick as he worked through his high.

His vision slowly lost the black spots, his breath finally coming back to him. That sensation, it felt like he had died and had come back to life— it was indescribable.

You released him with a pop, giving the tip one last kiss, making him hiss as he was sensitive— but the gesture had him already getting hard again.

“How was that Cho?” You asked in a sweet, gentle voice.

Choso didn’t answer for awhile, pulling you up into his lap. Sitting you down in his already hard again member. It was supposed to be a sweet gesture, but the feeling of his dick throbbing against your abandoned core— god it took everything in you to not sink down onto his dick.

He hugged you close to him, just gazing at you and breathing— staring at you with a dangerously longing look in his eyes.

“That was amazing baby,” Your cheeks dusted pink at the nickname, making your pussy clench around nothing. “You’re… really good at that.”

You giggled, running your hands through his hair.

“Good Cho, I’m happy I could make you feel good.”

Choso gazed at you, his hooded eyes darkening as he realized how good your very wet pussy felt sitting on top of his dick. His hands snuck down from your back, landing on your ass and giving the flesh a squeeze— earning a jolt of your hips against his. The action made him growl.

You gasped, back arching into him as your aching clit got some relief.

“Can I return the favor?”

You were dazed, spacing out as he felt too good underneath you— and you stared at him with glossy eyes.

“W-what?” You asked breathlessly.

He smirked, his eyes soft but lust filled. He gave your ass another squeeze, addicted to the feel of them in his hands.

“Can I make you feel good?”

You grinded your wet heat over his dick, both of you letting out a hiss at the action. You gripped the back of his neck, leaning close and hovering your lips over his.

“Please.”

— ending notes. don’t be mad at that ending, i promise another part is coming 😏

OFFICE PET

wriothesley x sub!fem!reader. nsfw content. oral (m. receiving).

everybody was used to seeing you in wriothesley's office, sat comfortably on your knees in between or next to his legs, bare feet tucked under your bum, plump cheek squished as it rested on his thigh.

most people simply ignored you, not in a rude way, but seeing you on the ground in wriothesley's office was about as shocking now as seeing wriothesley at his desk. so, not shocking at all. the people who regularly came in and out of the office, had become accustomed to seeing you there.

wriothesley kept you there like you were his little pet, even having a little cushion under his desk for you when your knees got tired of being pressed against the hardwood floor.

the only people who were ever surprised to see you there, were the people who didn't frequent wriothesley's office. visitors and what not. they'd never say anything, wriothesley gave them a look far too intimidating whenever he sensed a question coming. glaring at them with his large hand resting on the top of your head, petting your hair and gently scratching your scalp with blunt nails.

you sat there at wriothesley's feet like it was your job. and you took that job very seriously. such an important job came with some downsides too. other than the obvious ones of your knees hurting after sitting for so long and getting bored and feeling antsy but not being able to move too much. sometimes the judgmental looks from people that sometimes made your heart hurt.

but the way wriothesley rewarded you for being so good made it all worth it. of course you loved the rewards that just came in the form of his affection and care, but your favorite reward was the constant, unlimited access to his cock. being able to pull it from his pants and slip it into your mouth whenever you so pleased made everything so so so worth it.

it became your favorite pass time whenever you felt bored while he was working. the only rule you had was that you had to wait for his office to be empty. but other than that one rule, his cock was yours to use. whether you wanted to mouth at him through his pants, feeling his cock harden and strain against the fabric of his clothes as you did. or if you wanted to pull his soft cock from his pants, and use your pretty little hands on it before putting just the tip into your mouth. eyes fluttering shut as you sucked and stroked the rest of him with your hands.

it didn't matter what you wanted to do with it, wriothesley let you pick your rewards. and people knew very well now, that when they came into his office and found him with his head resting on the back of the chair, with his eyes shut tight, that the best course of action was to just close the door again and pretend they didn't see a thing. 

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♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡ You and Alhaitham Punish Kaveh

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: | ¹⁸⁺ | ˢᵐᵘᵗ | ᵃᶠᵃᵇ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᵏᵃᵛᵉʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗʳᶦᶜ | ᵗʰʳᵉᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ | ᵖᵒˡʸ | ᵖᵘⁿᶦˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ | ᵒᵛᵉʳˢᵗᶦᵐᵘˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ | ᵃˢˢᵘᵐᵉᵈ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉⁿᵗ | ᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ 'ᶜᵘⁿⁿʸ' ᵃˢ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈ | ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ².⁵ᵏ

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Oh, poor little Kaveh.. He deserved it, really.

For always paddling along, voice cracking with every flourish of his arms as he complained on and on about the Nth horrendous client he'd picked up that month. For causing a scene at the front door, scowling deep and poking Alhaitham in the chest with his pointer finger, scolding the man for leaving him out without a key again. For arguing with you on the public notice board about your thesis a g a i n.

For looking so pretty all the goddamn time, leaving poor You and poorer Alhaitham to fend off the aching, pooling swamp of hot arousal. Kaveh had a grip on you, always managing to cause a fluster, a kickstart of your heart, sending the poor organ into overdrive. 

It all finally boiled over.

On one seemingly lazy afternoon, there sat you, nearly dozing into the pages of a book in the warm beam of the sun through the stained glass. Nearby, Alhaitham crosses his leg over the other, reaching over and hooking his fingers around the vessel that held his tea. All was peaceful.. Until it wasn't.

The rough metallic jingle of keys scrapes against the front door before the wood scrapes open and closes with a hearty thud. The bossy footsteps of Kaveh waddle through the front room, clearly laced with irritation.

“Afternoon Kaveh-” You start before being immediately cut off.

“Take your shoes off before entering, Kaveh.” Alhaitham chastises without even lifting his eyes from his page. A scoff resounds through the room.

“Please, with the day I’ve had you ought to cut me some slack you know? I come home and you're sitting around, do you even know what I do in a day?” Here he goes.. Again.

“I get things done when I’m supposed to. Now, go entertain yourself elsewhere, we’re reading.” At this point, Alhaitham was purposely riling him up. Surely. 

“You know what, you’re probably not even reading anything all that substantial.” Kaveh flicks his draping cape over his shoulder and begins marching through the hallway. Alhaitham instantly snaps his head towards you.

Welp. That was it. If Kaveh was going to act< like a Brat, then they would treat him like a Brat. 

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Almighty Archons, please just have mercy and smite him already. Kaveh couldn't even remember how he had gotten himself into this position. His knees sting and ache as they press into the scratchy Persian rug Alhaitham had ever so graciously brought into the home. The pattern clashed with everything in sight, he nearly ought to voice it. If his mouth wasn't occupied at least. His jaw aches as he engulfs the soft heat of your pussy, tongue ever so eagerly pressing past your entrance, nose digging into the swell of your clit. Kaveh itches to rake his hands over your plushy thighs, to sink his fingertips into your skin, press your pretty self into the divan below. He nearly attempts it, almost forgetting the poor state of his wrists.

Kaveh’s dainty, milky wrists scrape against whatever barbaric binding Alhaitham decided to wrap him up in. His poor joints sting in apprehension, throat nearly whining as he attempts to pull against it. He barely manages to focus on the sensation, not before a firm hand wraps its fingers through his hair. The digits wind their way through the strands of his locks, twisting dangerously close to his scalp. A pressure builds, the fingers tug hard, carding his head forward, forcing him to bury his face deeper into the sweet, wetness of your pussy. Kaveh can't help but moan out loud, keening airily into your core as Alhaitham’s firm grip tugs him hard. 

“Don't get distracted now.” Alhaitham’s voice burns in his ear, ever so leveled in order and authority. A hot shiver spikes through Kaveh’s neck, tingling down his arms, barbed in an aching sting. He engulfs his mouth over the sweet bud of your clit, his neglected cock twitching hard as you moan out. His pretty face mashes into your cunt, dribbling sweet slick over his cheeks and down his chin. Poor Kaveh could barely keep his eye on you, bleary and tearful pools of carmine nearly falling cross-eyed. Your hand comes to join Alhaitham's, caressing over the strands of hair that fall over his forehead with a newfound softness, completely unlike the tight pull of the other man. 

“..s’ a good boy… isn't he..?” Your soft voice breaks through the sticky sounds of Kaveh's tongue against your cunt. 

“He's enjoying himself..” Alhaitham rasps back. Throaty moans dribble off of Kavehs tongue as he eagerly laps and kisses at your puffy little clit. His cock jumps and aches at every little noise you make, the squirmy crane of your hips, the hot press of your thighs against his ears. He bucks his own hips into nothing, fucking pitifully into the air, yearning for any little sense of friction - One touch and he was gone, he was sure of it. 

A hand pulls him back by his hair, fingers twisted through his locks, stinging hard on his scalp. The movement is sudden, snapping his neck backwards, pulling him off of your sweet, gooey pussy. Kaveh’s achy tongue lulls out with a whining moan, a sticky dribble of slick and saliva follows him, stringing from his tongue and down his chin. His carmine eyes go into orbit, rolling prettily, barely focusing on the hot, stern scrunch of Alhaitham’s face peering down at him. Kaveh pants, licking at his slick swollen lips. 

“Enjoying himself a little too much..” Alhaitham's eyes squint. His other hand comes to cup at Kaveh's chin, fingers squishing his cheeks together, nearly slipping at the wild concoction dripping from his lips. Kaveh's neck cranes in Alhaitham's firm hold, pulsing an ache through his ears and behind his eyes. He breathes hard, rivulets of his broken voice barely peeking from his throat.

“Open. Tongue out.” If poor Kaveh's head wasn't absolutely swimming he'd have a comeback for Alhaitham's tone, maybe tell him to use his manners for once. But silly Kaveh just follows, lulling his tongue out just as Alhaitham instructed. 

The moan that gargles from Kaveh's mouth as Alhaitham spits a hot glob of saliva on his tongue should be embarrassing. If it weren't burning hot already, his face would flush red, perhaps he'd even cry a little. Kaveh couldn't care, not with Alhaitham's piercing gaze, gritted jaw tensing down at his pitiful self. Not with your pretty self laid out in front of him, decadent and sweet like sticky pudding, ever so tempting. Alhaitham breathes through his teeth above him.

“Gods… You're all dumb already huh? Didn't take much, Kaveh” Alhaitham's grip tightens on Kaveh's chin, stinging his cheeks, pressure ringing hard in his ears.

“Be nice to himmm~” He barely hears you whine. You shift up, fingers curling over Alhaitham's own, easing up the hot prickling tenseness tethering behind Kaveh's cheeks. His eyes barely roll in relief before your lips are on his, tongue lapping eagerly into his mouth, swirling the sticky mess of everyone between the two of you. 

Kaveh’s brain swirls in a whirlwind, half delirious and barely aware, his body screams and aches but his cock just leaks, begging to be touched. Once again, he hardly recalls the exact way he ended up like this. Hands pressed hard into his lower back, steadily going numb under the pressure of his weight. His fingers tingle with spiky pins and needles, the binding on his wrist digs into the soft untouched skin of his back. His chest heaves in his peripherals, glazing into his vision as he stares up at your pretty naked form, straddling him down, pinning his hips to the divan below.

Your pretty pussy dribbles on the tip of his cock, sliding up and down over and over, catching his pudgy head against your clit. Kaveh can't help but watch on, throat never quiet, hiccuping short breaths and whines as you grind on his length. Alhaitham's footsteps trek over the hardwood floors of the house, steadily coming closer. Since when did he disappear? Gods. Kaveh was out of it. 

Through his bleary vision, Kaveh watches Alhaitham hand you something, not before cupping your chin and kissing hard against your lips. Kaveh whines at the involuntary wriggle of your hips, spurred on by the searing kiss of the man above. His head tilts back, eyes shutting with a soft exhale. His chest jumps with every slow breath he attempts to make, shoulders twitching in anticipation. It goes quiet, a short scuffle of feet on the floor and then stillness, it was uneasy, a foreign calm before the storm. Gods, was there a storm.

Kaveh's head snaps upward, eyes wide, lips tensed hard under the pressure of his teeth. His pretty cock tenses and aches, drooling milky strands of pre right onto the folds of your cunt. What was this feeling? A hot buzz, pressed right into the sensitive underside of his cock, nestled sweetly against his pretty pink head. Your hand presses the device against him, rubbing it in little circles, massaging the sticky curve of his cockhead.

What even was it? Some godforsaken contraption Alhaitham had managed to procure from Fontaine? Gods.. He couldn't care - Not with how wet and sticky you feel on him, rubbing his leaking cock with your pussy. Not with the sweet, sweet buzz of the device shooting achy zaps of pleasure through his sensitive tip. Kaveh's hips squirm, both keening into your sweet wetness and away from the stinging vibrations.

There's a slap to his inner thigh, easily followed by a high yelp from poor Kaveh. Large, warm palms pin his thighs to the divan, a head of grey creeps over your shoulder. There's a glint in Alhaitham's eyes and an unamused tilt to his lips.

“Don't go running away now..” He chastises, nipping into your neck from behind, kissing into the naked skin.

“Jus' too good.. huh Kaveh..~” Your voice crumbles from your lips, soft and breakable. Your hips speed up to prove a point, sliding his length up and down your milky pussy, pressing the vibrator hard into the plushy divet of his cockhead. He watches his cock spurt thick globs of pre, mixing into the sweet mess you've already made on his lap.

“P-Please-” Kaveh manages, his tone cracked in half, barely able to formulate a proper word. His hips buck upward in little fucks, poking your clit with his length. His mouth gapes open and closed, undecided if he wants to lul his tongue out or bite through his glossy, swollen lips. 

“Yeah..? Please w-what..” You speak again, head tilted down, one hand pressed to his chest, the other, circling the device up and down the pretty fold of his tip. 

“Please..! S'too much.. want it in~” Kaveh lulls his head from side to side, openly moaning out, chest stuttering his breaths. A hand wraps around your own from behind. And Kaveh cries. A quick click and the device buzzes harder, pressed firmer into his gushing cock, prickling hot static right into his groin. His eyes lock on his cock, device overtaken by Alhaitham, switching between a firm press and a cheeky massage on his length. Your hips move harder, coating his tip in your sweet cream, dribbling it down his length. Kaveh nearly throws his head back, but fuck, he can't stop watching.

Kaveh's cock pulses hard, throbbing and stinging as Alhaitham bumps the buzzing vibrations up another notch. He openly cries out, eyes doughy and criss-crossed, face surely flushed red. 

“Cant-! Need it in.. In! S'too much-” Poor Kaveh babbles out, shamelessly fucking his cock through the folds of your cunny, surely spreading the buzzing vibration to your clit. He somehow manages to hold in a screaming keen, his last ounce of resolve finally breaking down.

“Im- cum… in! Gonna-! Ahn~” Kaveh spreads his thighs and thrusts, leaning on his elbows, throwing his head back with a sob as he creams all over your pretty pussy. The hot press of the vibrator never lets up, rubbing up and down his spurting length, coaxing him through the hot pulse of his orgasm. His ears ring, barely making out a voice of someone, babbling sweet praises while he cums himself stupid. The God's have mercy on him for a moment, easing up the aching vibrations on his cock. 

It doesn't last long. Kaveh's half hard length easily slips into the sweet hug of your pussy with a little push. His ears burn red, messy cock still spurting pretty rivulets of hot cream right into your warm cunny. 

“Can't! Too much!” He's sure he'll start sobbing. 

“Thought you w-wanted it in me, Kaveh~” You say with a breathy giggle, grinding your hips against his lap. 

“Can’t even take what you begged for..” Alhaitham's rotten tone cuts through his brain. He watches the man start the device up again, now pressing it right into the perky nub of your clit. You keen airily, grinding down on Kaveh's sensitive cock with a newfound vigour, subjecting the poor man to a never ending sting, engulfed in achy pleasure. He moans out as well - Though he wasn't sure he ever stopped - jolting from the ever present vibrations now buzzing through the soft gushy walls of your pussy. 

Kaveh's wrists ache, his stomach twinges every time he flexes his hips, his lips sting from the hard impression of his teeth. Pliant and pretty and ever so stuck in place. Pretty tears glob down his cheeks, eyes closed, rolled into the back of his skull. His throat crackles in a constant stream of whimpers and whines, battered by his voice refusing to shut off. Your hips rock on his faster, voice keening higher and higher. Kaveh can't help but crack his eyes open, watching your pretty form come undone on his pathetic spent cock and the buzzing device. 

Your pretty pussy clenches on him, fluttering hard as you cream right on his length, easily coaxed by Alhaitham behind your form, twiddling and touching you in all the right places. He moans along with you, whining at the hard pulse of your walls on his leaky cock. Gods he ached, in so many places - And yet he found himself sickeningly craving more. More, more. More Alhaitham more you.

He almost protests when you jump off of him, coming to kneel by his head, wiping the sheen of sweat off of his forehead, teasingly nosing into his cheek. He graciously accepts a tender kiss, lapping into your mouth before pulling away with a start. 

Large palms slide up the back of his knees, slowly bending them, pressing his thighs into his chest. Alhaitham licks his own lips, bumping the thick, pudgy head of his cock against Kaveh's pretty, slick hole. Gods, did he want more.

Helloooo~ long time no seeeee ~ ~ A little smth smth for you 😘

I'm hopefully back? Doing my best 😔😩 it's been a while sksk

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Thank You For Reading! Comments Are Always, Always Appreciated! I'll Kiss You fr *mwah*

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Do Not Translate Or Repost - Property Of SashiAvi ♡

finally got around drawing him after weeks 🐺

Astarion.. HATE this guy 😩😳🥰

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this has been rotting in my documents since October </3 abandoned kinktober prompt I just couldn't get out of my head :((

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♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡ Wriothesley x Reader - wrio finds you stuck in a wall

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: | ¹⁸⁺ | ˢᵐᵘᵗ | ᵃᶠᵃᵇ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᴾʳᶦˢᵒⁿᵉʳᵎ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᵖᵘⁿᶦˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ | ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ʷᵃˡˡ | ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵈʸⁿᵃᵐᶦᶜˢ | ᵈᵒᵐ/ˢᵘᵇ | ⁿᵃˢᵗʸ ⁿᵃˢᵗʸ ʷʳᶦᵒ ˢᵐᵘᵗ | ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ³.⁵ᵏ

→ᴰᵃʳᵏ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵂᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ←

ᵀʰᶦˢ ᴾᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿˢ ᵀʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᴼᶠ ⁻ ᴰᵘᵇᶜᵒⁿ|ᴰᵘᵐᵇᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ|ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏᵃᵍᵉ| ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᴰᶦˢᶜʳᵉᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᴵˢ ᴬᵈᵛᶦˢᵉᵈ

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Well, well. What an amusing predicament. Wriothesley certainly didn't expect his morning to turn out so… Interestingly. 

The Duke makes his rounds through the Fortress of Metropide twice a day. Once in the morning and again during the young hours of the night, right when the sun sets. Not that its rays could be seen so far down under the surface of the sea, but the sentiment was there. Wriothesely would often be seen passing through the establishment's pleasantries, always making a stop by the inmate sleeping quarters, he ought to have an idea of exactly whom he had in his Fortress.. Right?

He ventures further than the guards are assigned, boots clicking coolly against the metallic flooring, echoing through the high domed ceilings of the holding pods. The Duke makes an effort into personally peeking a look into each isolated cell, sometimes striking up a small conversation with an inmate or two. The man knew all-too-well just how lonesome time in prison was, he could at least acknowledge their existences. 

Speaking of, his mind wanders as he approaches a specific cell, isolated and cold - Away from the rest, segregated by the Fortress’ rule of separating cases, depending on their verdict - Wriothesley flitters back to a conversation he held the night before -

- “Now, what's a girl like you doing here in my Fortress?” Wriothesley leans himself upon the bars of your cell. The area was quiet, isolated with little inhabitants, even more so during the day time, while inmates congregated within the public area of the fortress. You jump slightly, whipping around to face him. 

“Oh, you know.. Stuff..” You reply, looking a little shameless towards him. He had an inkling that you were up to no good. But he’d bite.

“How’s the Fortress treating you? Despite the whole prison aspect,” He chuckles to himself, earning your own laugh, dancing in his ears.

“It’s.. a little boring in here,” He watches your eyes wander around the cell.

“Well- At least you have that poster there, plenty of fun to stare at, I’m sure.” Wriothesley lets his eyes crinkle. The poster was large, stuck to the wall haphazardly, crooked and torn on one corner. “That thing could cover up anything,” He side comments. He watches your interest pique, head tilting in what he could only describe as thought - A stupid one he thinks. 

“I wouldn't try it, you just might escape. I can't have that happen, now can I?” He winks, finally continuing his evening round throughout the section of the fortress.

All of that circles back to the now, as Wriothesley approaches your cell on his morning patrol. Something stirs in his chest, a tickling inkling. He nearly half expects you to have followed his gracious ‘advice’ - If you could even call it that. 

Lo and behold, the Duke spots a special individual poking out from the cracked cell wall. Your lower half nearly dangles from the partition, practically on tippy toes, ankles surely close to giving out from the awkward position. The poster from the night before lays perfectly on the floor next to your frame, comically outlining just how bad you had messed up. He nearly chuckles at the sudden jolt of your body as he unlocks the cell door, craning it open with an obnoxious creak.

“Well.. Aren’t you something?” His heavy boots resonate through the near barren cell, echoing as he makes his way towards your predicament.

You helplessly squirm, whining out of your throat as you fruitlessly struggle in your impromptu confines. Wriothesley stares down at you in utter bemusement, his face cracking with an audacious downturned smile; not that you could see his face through the thick prison wall. Poor You. All lodged and stuck.

"Y-Your Grace! It's not what it looks like-" Your voice manages through the wall, a little muffled to the ear. However, Wriothesley was sure you hadn’t even broken into the adjacent room.

"It's exactly what it looks like. Who knew you'd actually try it." He almost laughs. It wasn’t like you were going to go anywhere - Last he checked, the Fontainian Ocean was right outside their door.

“Seemed like a decent idea..” Wriothesley has to strain to hear your mumble.

“We’re far under the water dear.. Or did you forget in your haste?” This time, he makes no effort to stifle his laugh, chuckling out loud when your form visibly slumps - Whether out of embarrassment or defeat - He was thoroughly amused.

“Hmm.. Now, what do we do with you?” Wriothesley teases. He cranes his body, bending his back with purpose, inspecting the damage you had added to the already faulty wall. How you had managed to wiggle your way in this far, he hadn't a clue. Your body noticeably tenses, you make an attempt to find a proper footing, easily failing from the height of the hole.

“P-Please Your Grace- I’ll do anything, really! Anything you want just- please don’t add time for this..”

“You’ll do.. Anything…?” Call him confused, what were you on about?

“Yes, anything- ch-chores? Solitary? I’ll be good I swear, really- Or you could..” You trail off, leaving the Duke to sit with his whirring brain for a moment. “You.. Can take me… Use me how you want- Please~ Y-You’re stressed right? U-Use me.. Do whatever you wanna-” You sounded nearly delirious. Your pretty ass shakes, brushing up against the front of his pants, a feeble attempt to press back into him.

Were you trying to bargain with him? Wriothesley was more than ready to pull you out, maybe give a little slap on the wrist and send you on your merry way. But now? The Duke couldn't help but indulge in the feeling of his pants tightening around his groin. The idea of taking your pretty self, stuck helplessly in the wall. He couldn't refuse your offer, right? Not when you sounded so eager. Not when you begged for him, for his body, for his thick aching cock, threatening to burst the seam of his trousers. 

Before he can properly stop himself - Not that he was really going to - Wriothesley finds his hands on the soft swell of your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms. You jolt under his touch, footing slipping slightly against the floor that barely brushed against your toes. Wriothesley breathes hard from his nose, hooking his fingers into the cut of your waistband, pulling the fabric over your form. He hears a whimper from beyond the wall.

“Y-Your Grace…The wall..” Your voice wobbles, body tensing against the brush of his hands.

“What? Having second thoughts?” He can’t help but tease you, squishing his fingers into the soft meat of your ass, digging his hands into your half-on pants. You did say anything. You gasp out, voice cracking with muffled little pleas. ‘Never’ you say ‘Want it bad - so bad’.

Your pants come off quickly, thrown to the floor in a crumple. Wriothesley’s hands are on you again, spreading the fat of your ass apart, marvelling at the pretty swell of your pussy hugged against your panties. He watches your plush thighs squish together, rubbing and squirming in his hold, he couldn't tell if you were wiggling away or keening into him. Not that you could go anywhere. The thought irks a chuckle out of Wriothesley. His fingers wander again, caressing over the soft skin of your ass, digging them in and jiggling cheekily. His thumbs slide over and hook into the elastic of your panties, hugging around the thick of your legs. He meanly tugs at the snappy material, pulling it up and taught, forcing the fabric to cling achingly against your cunt. His tongue instinctively pokes from behind his lips, itching to lap at the pretty wet spot that had formed over the fabric. 

Wriothesley swallows thickly, eyes locked on your pretty cunt, head swimming with the short, hiccuped whines that cut through the wall. You babble and cry, repeating his title over and over - Your Grace, Your Grace - begging him to just touch. To do anything - Anything. 

Your pretty voice gets to him and he finds himself nearly ripping your drenched panties off of you. He pulls them down, leaving them dangling off of your legs, showing off your wet cunt just for him. Gods, he wasn't disappointed. Your pretty pussy peeks from behind the swell of your thighs, already dripping wet, all over yourself. He swears he twitches, breath hissing through his teeth, cold on your core. The sweet jump you make - as best as you could - sends him reeling. 

Wriothesley’s thick fingers tentatively poke at your dripping pussy, catching your sweet, dribbly slick on his fingertips. He awes at how it webs between his fingers, how you’d managed to work yourself up with your own babbling. Perhaps the wall aided a little - Showing off your bottom half, on full display just for him to enjoy, your own vision obscured. You wouldn't see anything coming. The thought runs straight to his cock, making itself well known again against the fly of his trousers. 

Wriothesley licks against his lips, enamoured at the pretty string of your slick on his fingers, sticking between his digits like a lattice. He needs more. He wastes no time, easily slipping in two of his fingers, knuckle deep right into the doughy swell of your hole. Gods, you felt so soft. Silky to his touch, pussy pretty and plushy and warm. The squeal that muffles through the wall forces him to sink his teeth into his own bottom lip. Toying with you came to him naturally. Ever so easy with you all snug and stuck, silly enough to try and swindle him and escape your commitment to the Fortress. 

“W-Wriothesley… your g-grace..” He ignores you, fingers digging into the sweet, supple curve of your cunt. He curls them downward, earning the prettiest, muffled cries through the wall. He releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Wriothesley thrusts his fingers hard. Pressing meanly into the achy swollen bump in your core, getting a kick out of the lewd suckling squelch of your pussy on his fingers. Your poor legs practically give out, ankles going limp, your body holding itself up thanks to the wall hugging your body. Your voice crackles through the cement, whiney and keening, babbling dumb nonsensical begs and pleads to him. Your slick pools against his knuckles, threatening to overturn the snug fit of his rings on his fingers. He can't help but stare, locked in, mind reeling with the way your cunt wrapped around his digits. He couldn't help but wonder just what that pretty little thing would look like, all red and puffy, hugging on his thick cock.

He shamelessly lets out his own groan. Finally managing to remove his fingers, watching in awe as your slick drips off of them, connecting him to you with a thin, dribbly line. 

Just a taste…

The thought zaps through his brain, tongue shamelessly poking its way past his teeth, running over his lips with a quick tilt of his head.

Wriothesley wastes no time. Wrapping his lips against your slick cunt, eyes rolling hard into the back of his skull. Fuck. Your taste on his tongue, sweet and tangy, oh so decadently coating his throat. Archons, he laps and suckles, nearly sinking his teeth into the heat of your core, into the puffy swell of your pussy lips. You keen back into him, whining never-ending, absolutely ceaseless, voice managing to pierce through the heavy material of the wall you’d stuck yourself in. That thought charges through his mind again. Poor little you, all stuck and lodged in the wall all for him to play with. The man was sure he would cream in his own pants if he kept up. He barely registers his knees beginning to ache under the heavy pressure of his own body meeting the floor. Since when had he managed to sink down? Finding his hands back on your plushy ass cheeks? Chin dribbling slobber and slick, sticking wetly to the scratchy stubble shadowing over his face? He couldn't take it anymore. 

Wriothesley stands with a start, ignoring the stiff crack of his knees in favour of unbuckling his godforsaken pants. His hands are clumsy, large palms pawing at the metal of his trousers, his belt suddenly too intricate for his rough, fervent body to figure out - Not with how his mind reels, with the sight of you stuck in the wall, pretty pussy drooling, on display all for him. He barely shoves his pants to his thighs, the material wrapping around his legs in a mess. His cock weeps as it's free, slapping up into his stomach, heavy balls hanging over the waist of his trousers. He leaks beads of sticky pre, messing up the surface of his dress shirt. Wriothesley groans out loud, hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, squeezing it up and down to ease the hot tension pulsing through his thick cock vein. 

He was sure you heard the cold clink of his belt, the only inkling of what was to come for you. He can't help but jerk his length off to the sight of you, shamelessly stalling just to mess with your head. No matter how much you squirm and beg, crying out as best as you could, stupidly asking for a reply to gather any kind of indication of what he was about to do to you. He stays silent.

Wriothesley meanly slaps his cock over the sticky, wet folds of your achy cunt, he chuckles when you jump again, going absolutely crazy for your every little reaction. Your pussy sounded so pretty on his tip, all wet and sticky as he slapped and rubbed against it. His fat tip slides over your warm, slick folds, craning his hips forward, catching against your sopping hole, earning him the softest gasps from within the wall. Your little jumps all but spur him all the more on.

“M’ not even in yet.. Pussy’s already tryin’ to suck me in,” Wriothesley pokes his tip against your hole, catching it against the warm, supple squeeze of your cunt. He growls through his teeth, head quickly draining of any cohesive decision making. Your babbling continues through the wall, your hips crane up into his own, wiggling and catching back on the thick head of his dick. Gods, that does it. You were insatiable, all stuck waiting for him to come along and ravage your pretty cunt with his cock. 

It all urges him to dive in, give your poor cunt no warning for his thick, dribbling cock.

And so he does.

“Fuuuckk” Wriothesley can’t help but groan, finally feeling the sweet swell of your cunt enveloped the fat length of his cock. He has to bite into his thumb, just to slow himself down, let himself relish in the sweet squeeze of your cunt on his cock. Gods the way you wrapped around him, silky soft walls hugging on his length. He can't help but awe at the way your achy pussy squeezed on him, all puffy and sore from neglect. His hands find your hips, one of the only parts free from the wall.

“Your Grace~.. So big- so biiig… Filling me up- please please… please” Your silly voice cracks through the wall. Wriothesley digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips, purposely lifting your poor legs off of the floor, leveraging your body just for him to use. You squirm in his hold, easily forcing him to grip you tighter.

“Fuck, stay still. Gonna make me go crazy..” Wriothesley finds himself mindlessly rocking his thick cock into your silky cunny, humping his hips against your ass like some kind of dog in rut. Archons, he could get used to this. His own personal little wall slut, always there for him to use and abuse. His eyes roll at the idea, his snapping hard, earning a loud hiccuped cry from within the thick wall. The hot squelch that follows has him nearly drooling, mouth dropped open in a soft frown, eyes locked on to his heavy cock sliding in and out of your dumb cunt. He fucks his hips hard again, cock head smacking into the deepest parts of your pussy.

Wriothesley doesn't remember speeding up. But he sure as hell won't be slowing down - not anytime soon. Your gushy pussy squelches on his cock, dribbling down your thighs, messing all over your poor aching legs. Wriothesley’s fingers keep a hold of your hips, rocking them slightly to meet his brutal pace. He doesn't have to crane his ears to hear your pretty moans, effortlessly reaping through the solid wall, barely muffled by the sheer loudness of your voice. 

Fuck, he didn’t care about the noise. Let everyone hear them. What were they going to do about it? What were you going to do about it? About getting all stuck in this wall, going against the Fortress’ protocol? Seducing the Duke of the Meropide, forcing him to fuck your dumb brains out to teach you a lesson? A growl resonates from his throat, hips snapping hard, clapping into the sweet swell of your ass cheeks as he fucks up your cunt. 

Wriothesley’s eyes wander, locking down on the sweet jiggle of your ass and the puffy red throb of your cunt on his cock. A heavy breath makes its way through his nose, eyes hyper focused on the pretty, creamy ring around his length as he fucks his hips against you, slowly leaking its way on to his pants. An ache builds in his pelvis, thick vein pulsing on the underside of his cock. Your moans don't stop, legs continuously squirming in his grasp, body stuck in the juncture of your silly wall. He thinks you beg, maybe you scream, crying out for him to keep going, to fill you up to cum hard and deep and mess up your insides. 

Wriothesley drops your legs, forcing you to dangle, his hands press into the wall above, grinding his hips upwards, stabbing your pussy impossibly deeper with his length. Sweat beads off of his nose, his calves cramp and ache with every thrust he makes, but Gods, he wasn't going to stop. He finds himself moaning out loud, complementing the pretty noises that creak through the wall. Your pussy hugs on his length, squeezing nice and tight, wrapping around his fat tip every time he slams it back into you. 

His teeth grit hard. Eyes still locked on to the messy slide of his length, in and out, in and out. He was coming close. So fucking close.

Wriothesley’s brow scrunches, relishing in the aching squeeze of your messy pussy on his cock. He couldn't take it anymore. The creamy ring he’d fucked out of you, the pretty ripple of your ass on his hips, how juicy and gushy your cunt was on his length. Gods, it was all so much. His hips snap, pace faltering, clapping his hips in heated staccatos, dragging his length out and slamming right back in with a hard smack. You cry with every thrust, silky cunt squeezing on his tip, babbling his name over and over and over. 

He finally spills with a deep, hard fuck. His thick tip spurts hot rivulets of cum into your silky pussy. He messes your insides with white, fucking himself through his orgasm, humping up on your cunt, mounting your pussy with his cock. His throat growls with every fuck, sweat beads off of the tip of his nose, he watches his hot spurts leak steadily out of your hole, leaking around the base of his length. He can’t help but nestle right into your cunt, relishing in the sweet squeeze of your milky walls on him, he cranes his hips every so often, teasing his aching tip with your soft insides.

You kick and whine as eventually, he pulls out, dribbling his hot white cum down your thighs. 

“No~ need more! More more!” Your muffled voice cries, pitifully wiggling within the hug of the wall, attempting to squirm your way out.

Wriothesley chuckles hotly, eying off the sweet gush of cum that drools out of your puffy pussy. His mouth waters, salivating like a dog. Surely he could take you out of the wall a little later? You’d understand. You’d been a great little wall slut for him so far, so why not indulge for as long as he wanted? Maybe he'd let you cum, spray and mess all over yourself - He could even let you out as a reward.

His finger comes up to caress over your spent hole, scooping up the leaking slick that coated your poor pussy. The cry he earns makes his half-hard cock stiffen, bobbing to life with a flex.

Archons, weren’t you something?

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