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DUMMY CUNNY â you were so so easy. and wriothesley loved how dumb he could make his pretty little baby.


wriothesley x sub!fem!reader. nsfw content. pwp. office sex. finger sucking. nipple sucking. thigh fucking. p -> v. unprotected sex. over stimulation. wittle bit of cockwarmin'. infantilization. inspired by a nsfw audio that 'm a little obsessed wit rn. wc :: 2k

"hey baby" wriothesley turns in his chair the moment he hears you opening the door to his office, moving his whole body to face you. you stood at the doorway of his office, not making the move to step inside. you were waiting for his permission. "you can come in, baby girl. you know i don't bite"
you stepped inside his office, closing the door behind you. you walked over to him, standing between his knees as he sat down in his chair. "what are you up to ?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, tip of his chin resting on your stomach as he looked up at you.
"i was just studyin'.. wanted ta take a break" you answered
wriothesley nodded, "yeah ? what were you studying ?"
"math. takin' a calc class this semester"
"ohhh, such a big girl class. you sure you're little baby brain can handle all those numbers ?" he cooed at you, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt, tugging you so you were sitting on his lap, legs straddling his thighs "i like this outfit. it's pretty. i think you're pretty"
you looked at him, eyes sparkly from his compliment. "think 'm pretty ?"
wriothesley nodded "pretty like a little bunny" he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "got such a cute little face, don't you baby. i could just take a big old bite outta these cheeks, couldn't i. could eat you alive, yes i could"
it really didn't take wriothesley long to realize that a little bit of baby talking to you was all it really took to get you in the mood for him. you were easy like that. he loved that about you.
"come 'ere, precious" he put his hand on the back of your head, guiding your face closer to his until his lips pressed against yours. it wasn't a very sweet kiss, more hungry and messy than anything, but you ate it up. you took anything and everything wriothesley could ever give you. and you took it all without any complaints. "you're so good for me. such a good little girl, aren't you ?"
he looked down at where you sat on his lap, fingers wrapping tightly around your hips, your body was tense waiting to be able to move. "go on" he nodded. he knew what you wanted to do. you were just waiting for his permission.
you didn't hesitate to begin grinding yourself against his lap. feeling the rough hem of his pants rubbing against your drippy cunt though the thin fabric of your underwear was nearly everything you'd been daydreaming about the entire time you were trying to study.
you whined as wriothesley pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. "open" he said, pulling your lip down, and slipping his thumb past your lips and teeth. "there we go baby, suck on my thumb"
your lips wrapped around his thumb, eyes fluttering shut as you sucked on his finger, gagging a bit as he pressed it down onto your tongue.
"oh, that's a good girl. a good little girl" he praised "bet you wanna suck on my cock too, huh ? you love suckin' on my cock don't you. makes you feel so good suckin' on it, doesn't it ? makes you feel so at ease, huh ?"
you nodded, eyes still shut as you sucked on his finger, grinding down on his clothed lap "let's get this top off, yeah?" he said, pulling his finger from your mouth, lips slipping off with a pretty wet 'pop' moving down to pull your top over your head, undoing your bra in the process, leaving your top half bare.
"god, look at these perfect fucking tits" he leaned down, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking and flicking the nipple with the tip of his tongue, nibbling gently at the the perky and hard nipple. his hand was busy groping and squeezing your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingertips. "you like that, baby girl ? you like it when i play with your tits ? hmm ?"
all you could do was nod, eyes shut tight as you whined from the stimulation on the sensitive skin. "y-yes... mmmhh l-like it s'much"
wriothesley's hand moved down, palming his hard cock through his pants, grinding his teeth at the discomfort of it straining hard against his clothes. he pulled away from your breast, he looked at you chin resting against the mounds of your breasts "you wanna take it out for me, pretty girl ?"
your eyes opened, hands eagerly moving down to his pants undoing his belt. you pulled his pants and underwear down, hand slipping into his boxers to pull his thick cock from it's confines. wriothesley groaned at the feeling of release.
you looked at him impatiently waiting for his next order. hooking his arms under your thighs, he pulled you up onto his desk. his hand went to the center of your chest, pushing you back.
he pressed your legs together, sliding his cock in between the fat of your thighs. "gonna fuck your thighs. is that okay baby girl ? is it okay if i fuck my sweet girl's pretty thighs ?"
he wasn't really asking for permission, but you nodded anyway, waiting patiently for him to do as he pleased. feeling his cock moving back and forth, rubbing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh made your body jolt, a chill running through your whole body. the fat head of his dick hitting your puffy clit through your panties, the fabric of which was now soaked, the thin lacy white fabric now almost completely see-through.
wriothesley leaned down, his chest pressed firm against your, low grunts and moans spilling right into your ear as he fucked himself between your thighs, hands holding your legs together keeping you as tight as possible around his cock. "does my little girl like that ? hmm ? she likes it when my cock hits her pretty clit ? likes it when i fuck her tighs, huh ?" he spoke in the baby voice again, the voice that sounded like a mix of a sweet and gentle coo and a mocking, degrading insult. either way, it nearly made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"oh, baby's too dumb to answer. too stupid to think about anything but my cock. that's okay. it's okay, little baby. ohhh, it's okay. so dumb and desperate for my big cock, yeah ? you want me to fuck your pretty little cunny instead of your thighs ?"
that got your attention, snapping out of the near trance like state you were in, nodding eagerly "yes. oh, oh yes please. yes please. please, please"
"yeah ? 'm surprised my dumb baby remembered her manners. remembered to say please, what a good girl" his fingers hooked into the lacey waistband of your underwear, pulling the down and tossing them under his desk.
he leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses starting from your waist, making his way up your stomach, across your chest and neck, before his lips pressed against yours. "wanna fuck you so bad baby" he whispered into your mouth "i wanna fuck my sweet little girl so bad"
his hands moved over your stomach, palms rubbing up and down, fingers curling around your sides. "god i love this stomach. so fuckin' perfect. you're so perfect. so so pretty."
he lined the head of his cock with the entrance to your dripping cunt. in one quick thrust, he pushed himself in, bottoming out in one movement.
"ohâ wrio !!" your hands shot out to grab onto his arm, nails leaving little crescent indents in his skin.
"sorry baby" he whispered. he gave you just a moment to catch your breath, it didn't take too long before you adjusted to his size. you had taken him so many times before.
wriothesley's hands found leverage in your hips grabbing them tight enough to leave finger shaped bruises on your delicate skin as he began thrusting in and out. pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you.
the sound of your cunny squelching around him with every thrust went straight to his head, giving him a feeling that felt close to being high. brain foggy, the only coherent thoughts he could have were the ones of fucking his cum into your cunt.
"wrioâ w-wrio !!" you squealed, cunt fluttering and tightening around his cock. "'m gonna !! gonna.."
"i know baby, i know. just hold it. can you hold it back for me baby girl" he whispered, head dropping to your shoulder for support. your cunny was just so good. "just hold on for me, m'kay"
you nodded, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace with your heavy breathing.
"tell me howâ fuck â tell me how good it feels baby" wriothesley groaned into your ear "tell me how good it feel when i fuck your little cunt"
"so good !! 's sooooo good !" your legs flailed behind his back, kicking and swinging in the air "love it soooo much !! o-oh please !! please, please need ta cum !! please, pretty please"
wriothesley smiled, lips pressed against the shell of your ear "go ahead baby girl. so good askin' for permission. begging me like the good little girl you are. go on n' cum around me. let me feel you"
his words of encouragement, and more importantly his approval, was all you needed to push you over the edge. orgasm hitting you almost violently, legs kicking uncontrollably in the air, back arching as your eyes rolled so far back they were almost completely white. your mouth hung open, in a silent stream of pleasure that caught in your throat.
he didn't stop though. he slowed down for just a moment, just barely long enough to ride through the peak of your high, before returning to the hard, fast pace he had set before.
"o-oh no !! n-no 'm sensitive !" you whimpered, palms pressed against his chest. though they made no effort to actually push him away.
"i know, i know you are baby. oh, you sweet little pussy always gets so sensitive. i know" he whispered, cooing softly into your ear. "but you can keep going. i know you can. done it before yeah ? milk my cock, baby girl. come on, milk it and get all the cummies you deserve, princess"
you nodded, eyes shut tight to distract you from the growing over stimulation of his cock pounding into you over and over again.
wriothesley let out a low growl from the back of his throat "shit baby. shit, gonna cum. gonna fill this sweet little cunt with all my cum" he groaned "you want that don't you ? wanna be full of my cummies ?"
you nodded, ankles hooking together behind his back, pulling him closer to you.
"say it. tell me you want it. use your big girl words."
"wanna be full" you whined "wanna be full of your cum. wanna be sooo full !"
wriothesley's hips stuttered in their movements, shoving his cock as deep inside of you as it could go, hips pressed flush against yours as he came. thick, warm load covering your gummy walls. "oh fuck. fuck fuck, fuck" he moaned, head droppig down again "fuck !! baby you're so good ! so fucking good for me. can feel you â feel you milkin' my cock. god, baby girl."
he waited until he caught his breath, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back in his lap sitting in his desk chair, cock still buried in your cunt. he leaned his head back, resting it on the back of his chair. "you were so good. baby girl makin' me feel so good all the time"
he lifted his head, hand guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. he pulled you off his cock, not bothering to wipe up the mixture of fluids that immediately began leaking from your cunny, and rocked you gently back and forth.
he pressed his lips against your temple, mumbling quietly into the side of your head.
"love you so much, baby. you're such a perfect little princess for me"
Doctor's Orders | [Wriothesley x Reader]
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Summary: âSimply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.â In which a simple tea time turns heated, and you get caught up in the consequence of Wriothesley not listening to his doctor. Content: Smut, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Aphrodisiacs, fem!reader Word Count: 7.9k
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Sigewinne is evil.
You would have never suspected that such a tiny, cute body could contain so much malevolence. (Although, Sigewinne would personally argue that youâre confused, and that the word youâre looking for is actually benevolence. But, you digress.)
It all starts a few weeks into your employment at the Fortress of Meropide.
Youâd spotted a job listing for a âpersonal assistantâ in passing one day, and had immediately become interested thanks to the very generous salary listed on the paper. Seeing the job was located in Fontaineâs unofficial prison had, of course, caused you to have some second thoughts about applying, but at the end of the day, money is money.
Which is how youâd found yourself down on the ocean floor, waiting with a few other candidates outside the Dukeâs office.
Youâd be lying if you said that you werenât nervousâwaiting there to meet the head honcho of the prison. That when he stepped out to call you inside for your interviewâall tall and beefy and scarredâyour heart didnât nervously flutter inside your chest.
âŚbut to your surprise, heâs actually much softer than he appears.
âSo,â he says, sitting down across from you at his desk. He folds his arms and smiles at you. âWhy should I hire you? â
Having been through this process before, you had immediately rattled off your qualifications and experiences. A few of which Wriothesley had proceeded to comment on and inquire about further. But it wasnât until he askedâ
âWhat benefit will I receive from picking you specifically?â
And youâd responded withâ
âErrand girl.â
âWhat?â
âI can run errands for you. Iâm sure the guards can be slow, going back and forth. But if youâre my direct employer, I can do whatever you want. Drop documents off, check in on thingsâŚpick up more tea.â
âthat Wriothesley finally makes up his mind.
âHmm. Very convincing.â
The next day, you receive a letter with the terms of your employment, and your official start date.
So, since then, youâve been working for Wriothesley. Which is actually kind ofâŚnice.
Your job mostly consists of going back and forth between the prison and the surface, so that Wriothesley can stay in the Fortress and better monitor his domain. The autonomy the job grants you is very rewarding, and in the same breath, Wriothesley also feels rewarded by how you take care of things without him needing to ask more than once.
Safe to say, the two of you get along.
âŚwhich Sigewinne notices.
You, of course, meet Sigewinne on your first day. Wriothesley makes a point of introducing you and showing you where the nurseâs office is located, in case you get hurt, or need to drop something off.
The human-like melusine enthusiastically welcomes you, and, at first, you see her asâŚsomeone sweet, and caring. A treasure of the prison.
However, over time, your opinion of her slowly starts to change.
Because she keeps looking at you. Specifically, whenever youâre standing next to Wriothesley.
âWhy is she doing that?â you ask him one day, nudging him gently with your elbow. He immediately looks up from his meal, over to where Sigewinne is waiting in the lunch line, her pink eyes boring into you.
âSheâs probably just double checking that youâre healthy,â Wriothesley responds, paying her no mind. âI often catch her staring at me, too. You must be growing on her.â
Despite his reassuring words, you canât help but feel a littleâŚput offâŚby the look in her eyes. Like sheâs plotting something.
The second weird thing you notice is when you walk into the infirmary to drop off some herbs sheâd asked for, and find her drawing. At first, you assume sheâs doodling, since she seems kid-like a lot of the time.
But instead, when you lean over her shoulder and look, you see that sheâs writing words. A big, black âDO NOT DISTURBâ...with pink hearts and a few flowers drawn around it.
âWhatâs that for?â you ask her, forcing a smile.
âOh! Itâs just for a project Iâm working on,â she responds, swiveling in her chair to face you. She happily kicks her feet, her eyes darting to the herbs youâre carrying with you.
âAh, are those what I asked for? Thank you!â
You hand her the small bundle of dried flowers and grasses, watching as she immediately turns and places them on her desk next to some string, and cheesecloth.
âYouâre welcome,â you respond, taking a small step backwards. âIf thatâs all, Iâll keep working on the rest of the tasks on my listââ
âWait,â she says, grabbing your wrist. You instantly freeze, your eyes going wide as you turn back to face her. Thereâs a serious look on her face.
âHow do you feel about Wriothesley?â
Her question makes your heart skipâheat rising on your skin.
âWhat?â
She doesnât bother elaborating or giving you context, just waits for you to respond. You cough a little, feeling awkward, and wondering what kind of answer sheâs looking for.
âWellâŚI mean. I think heâs a good boss. Heâs friendly, and devoted to his job. He runs the prison well.â
Sigewinne nods, but doesnât comment. Just keepsâŚstaring.
Feeling pressured, you force yourself to think of more to say.
âUmâŚheâs deserving of his title and the respect he garners. IâŚenjoy speaking with him? Like when he invites me to partake in tea breaks. I dunnoâŚhe just kinda reminds me of a big, fluffy puppy. He looks scary but heâs actually prettyâŚcute, yâknow?â
Finally, Sigewinne smiles. She takes your hand in her tiny ones, giving it a squeeze.
âThank you for answering my question. You can go now.â
You blink at her dumbly, but nonetheless excuse yourself from the room.
Two days later, Wriothesley invites you to his office for tea. And to your surprise, when you walk in, you find Sigewinne waiting there as well.
âThank you for coming!â she says as you enter the room. You flash her a smile, taking a seat in one of the open chairs around the table.
âOf course!â
âSigewinne has a tea she wants us both to try,â Wriothesley explains, a fond look in his eyes as he watches the resident nurse flit aroundâpouring hot water into the teacups that have been set out.
You nod.
âI see.â
âAlthough, I donât know why you wonât just steep the tea in the pot,â Wriothesley complains to her, just as Sigewinne places individual tea bags in each cup. âAre we not all being served the same tea?â
She cutely huffs.
âFor your information, no we are not. Your and Y/Nâs tea is unique.â
âOh?â Wriothesley leans forward to look into the teacups as the colors from the herbs begin to bleed into the water. âWhatâs so unique about it?â
âYouâll see,â she responds with a playful look, one that causes Wriothesley to amusedly raise his eyebrows. However, he doesnât say anything moreâsimply waiting for the tea to appropriately steep.
â...are you using the herbs I brought you?â
You canât help but notice the smell wafting from the cup in front of you is a little familiar. Sigewinne nods.
âWow! Iâm surprised you noticed.â
âAh, so this must be the reason you wanted me to lend you Y/N for a task the other day,â Wriothesley chimes in, his icy blue eyes once again shifting to Sigewinne.Â
âDo I get to know what herbs you requested Y/N to bring you, exactly?â
The resident nurse shakes her head, quietly laughing when Wriothesley sighs and deflates back into his chair.Â
âItâs meant to be a surprise! I want to see what you think about the taste without knowing the ingredients.â
âI suppose thatâs fair.â
Folding your hands on your lap, the office descends into silence for a brief moment, the three of you intently watching the teacups in front of you. Then, Sigewinne finally claps her hands and declaresâ
âOkay, theyâve steeped long enough. Go ahead!â
âFinally,â Wriothesley happily mumbles, reaching forward to pick up the pristine little plate on which his cup of tea resides. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling deeply, and then takes a tentative sip.
âHmmâŚâ
He frowns, his brows pinching as he tries to discern the flavors heâs tasting.Â
Curiosity getting the better of you, you take a sip from your own cupâwincing as the hot liquid accidentally burns your tongue.
âSo?â Sigewinne prompts, staring excitedly between the two of you.
âItâsâŚpleasant,â you respond, clearly not as big of a tea connoisseur as the Duke. âIt has a hint of sweetness.â
âIt tastes like a Rainbow Rose smells,â Wriothesley adds, taking another sip. His gaze slides to you. âDid you pick some for her?â
You shake your head.
âNo, I didnât. OrâŚat least I didnât pick any fresh ones. I did go to a vendor and purchase something in a bottle that looked like crushed, pink dust.â
Sigewinne cutely laughs.Â
âAs expected of you, Your Grace. Yes, one of the ingredients is dried Rainbow Rose petals. Do you like it?â
Wriothesley makes a pleased sound.
âI do. The taste is light, but pleasantâlike Y/N said.â
âGood! I want both of you to drink up.âÂ
Sigewinne finally picks up her own tea, and you canât help but notice the difference in color when compared to yours and Wriothesleyâs. She really is drinking something differentâŚbut why?
âAye aye, captain,â Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne laugh. You smile at the cute interaction between them, and have some more of your tea as well.
Together, the three of you engage in friendly conversationâcatching up about recent topics while indulging in tea and a few different snacks that Wriothesley had pulled out for the occasion. As you drink, you canât help but notice you feelâŚwarm. A heat that spreads out from your stomach, and slowly creeps into your limbs.
Youâve never felt this way before butâŚmaybe the tea is just extra hot today?Â
You glance up to Wriothesley and notice that heâs a little flushed as well. Which isâŚreassuring? You think. Since youâre obviously not the only one affected.
âOh! Y/N!âÂ
Sigewinneâs sudden call of your name draws you from your thoughts, and you look over at her. She smiles.
âI forgot to ask, but are you dating anyone?â
âSigewinne,â Wriothesley gently scolds. He leans forward and sets his teacup on the table, the cup now empty.
His tone practically says âItâs not appropriate to ask questions like thatâ without actually saying it. Sigewinne pouts.
âAww, câmon. Weâre all friends here! I wouldnât ask otherwise.â
Hearing that the melusine considers you to be a friend, you decide to grace her with an answerâignoring the tingling of the taste buds on your tongue.
âNo, I am not seeing anyone,â you inform her with a polite smile. Sigewinne nods happily at your answer, which makes your smile waver.
Is she happy youâre single?? Ouch.
âOkay, good,â she says. âIâd feel a little bad, otherwise.â
You blink in confusion at her words, watching her as she pops off her chair and heads towards the door. Wriothesley raises an eyebrow at her.
Thereâs sweat beading on his brow.
âWhere are you going?â
âAway,â she responds. âTo give you two some privacy.â
You and Wriothesley glance at each other, mirroring each otherâs confusion.
Your tummy starts to ache.
âWhy are you leaving us alone, exactly?â
Stopping just in front of the office doors, Sigewinne turns on her heel to face the two of you. Thereâs a smug grin on her face.Â
âThis is what happens when you donât follow doctorâs orders.â
You frown, raising a hand to your chest, wondering why your heart is suddenly racing.Â
Whatâs this about doctorâs orders?
You glance over at WriothesleyâŚonly to see that heâs frozen in shockâhis eyes wide with realization.
His pants feel too tight.
âSigewinne, you did notââ
Thereâs an edge to his voice when he speaks, his eyes narrowing. He plants his feet on the floor and prepares to stand and confront her, but before he can blink, Sigewinne has drawn her pistolâa tranquilizing bullet hitting him square in the chest, where a little patch of skin is showing.Â
He makes a noise of surprise, and quickly flops back into his chair to avoid falling on the floorâhis limbs immediately going numb.
âSigewinne!â you gasp. Youâre not sure whatâs going on, but the fact that sheâd just shot Wriothesley isâŚ
âItâs okay,â she says with a little sigh. âThe effect will wear off in a few minutes. AndâŚIâm sorry I scared you. Let me explainâŚâ
She holsters her gun and smiles at you, trying to calm you down.
âAs the nurse of the Fortress of Meropide, it is my duty to look after all residents, including Your Grace. And over the last few months, Iâve noticed him becoming moreâŚÂ irritable.â
âSigewinneâŚ,â Wriothesley mumbles, but the girl waves him off.
âAfter observing him for a while, I realized that his stress levels were getting high. And as his doctor, I recommended him a way to manage his stress, but he refused. He insisted tea was enough to soothe his nerves, but thatâs simply not true. SoâŚwhen you started working here, and I saw how well the two of you were getting along, IâŚgot an idea.â
Sigewinne glances over at Wriothesley, noticing how heâs begun to shift his boots against the floor.Â
Her tranquilizers wonât be in effect much longer. They never work as well on people Wriothesleyâs sizeâŚ
So, she decides to cut to the chase.
Reaching into her pocket, Sigewinne pulls out the DO NOT DISTURB sign youâd seen her making the other day. She holds it in front of her, and beams at you.
âSimply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.â
âYouâŚyou drugged us?â you gape, completely thrown by everything sheâs just told you. She immediately gets defensive, her cheeks puffing.
âI medicated you,â she corrects. âAnd in the end, Iâm only acting as a doctor. This all could have been avoided if Your Grace had just taken care of his own needs, as Iâd insisted. Since he didnât, I could only logically assume it's because itâs his preference to have a partner, rather than going at it solo. So, if you want to blame anyone for this, please blame him.â
âSigewinneââÂ
Gripping the arms of his chair, Wriothesley breathes out a heavy sigh and begins to push himself up. You canât help but notice his face is much redder now, and youâre not sure if itâs from embarrassment, the effects of the drugs, or both.
Seeing that Wriothesley has nearly regained his strength, Sigewinne hurries to exit his office.
âAnyway! The effects of the tea should wear off in a few hours, but only if you relieve yourselves. Otherwise, it will last much longer. So I suggest you let loose and indulge yourselves. You like each other! Enjoy this time!â
Wriothesley opens his mouth to say something, but his words catch in his throat the second Sigewinne opens his office door. He doesnât want anyone outside of his office walls to hear him or know whatâs going on.
âIâll hang this sign on the door,â Sigewinne continues, her voice hushing. âSo no one comes in while you two areâŚbusy. Just remove it once youâre done, okay? Have fun!â
With a supportive little fist pump, Sigewinne then closes the door, leaving you and Wriothesley alone.
A few long beats of silence pass, then Wriothesley finally sighs.
"IâŚapologize for this. I never meant for you to get roped in."
You turn to look at him, only to find that he's standing with his back to you, his hand raising to rub at the back of his head.
You can see his muscles flexing as he does so, and you hate to admit that it causes the heat inside you to grow.
"It'sâŚnot your fault," you respond, laughing a little awkwardly. "I doubt it's easy to follow directions when your doctor tells you to jack off to rectify your hardass-ness."
Wriothesley glances at you over his shoulder.
"Have I been acting like a hardass?"
"You've been a little snippy at times," you tell him, smoothing your sweaty palms down your legs. Seriously, your clothes are starting to make you feel claustrophobicâŚ
"Not to me, specifically. But I've noticed it towards some of the prison residents."
"Shit," he sighs, rubbing his temples. You continue to watch him, your eyes wandering the expanse of his back. For a second, you don't understand why he won't face you. Then it clicks.
"...are youâŚhard? Is that why you're not turning around?"
"It'sâŚpretty bad," Wriothesley admits, his shoulder sagging in defeat. "I don't know what all was in that tea butâŚas an aphrodisiac, it's doing its job."
"YeahâŚ," you agree, swallowing heavily. You can feel wet arousal pooling on the fabric of your panties. His office has also started to feel like a sauna, but you're not sure if it's the air that's hot, or your body.
However, you're still not willing to breach the topic of "relief" with him. You haven't reached that level of desperationâŚyet .
So, you think of something else to carry the conversation in the meantime.
"SoâŚSigewinne said you like me?"
"Ah, you caught that."
He laughs a little, and begins pacing around the room, still careful to keep his back to you. You can't help but notice his stride is a littleâŚimpeded.
"If I'm being frankâyes, I do. You've beenâŚa pleasure to have around, since I hired you. Actually, one of the reasons I picked you in the first place was because of how you acted during your interview. Most people are scared of me and therefore talk cautiously. You're certainly respectful, of course, butâŚyou're a bit playful, as well. And I found that quality to be attractive."
"Ah, so I charmed you," you respond playfully. "Remind me to add that point to my resume later. "Managed to woo the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide". That sounds pretty goodâ"
"And there you go again," Wriothesley laughs. He steps behind the chair he'd been sitting in previously, and then finally turns to face youâthe back of the chair tall enough that his lower half is out of sight.Â
"Although, if I recall her words correctly, Sigewinne stated that we "like each other". So, is there something you'd like to say as well?"
Your eyes go wide, and you feel more blood rush into your head. Wriothesley smiles, wide enough to show teeth.Â
"Câmon now. It's not fair that I praise you and get nothing in return."
You pout.
"To be fair, I didn't know why Sigewinne suddenly asked me what I thought of youâŚ"
"Thatâs understandable, but still. I'd like to know what you told her."
Wriothesley maintains his playful demeanor, despite the way his knuckles begin to turn white at his sidesâa deep-seated need slowly sinking its claws into him.
You sigh.
"I justâŚtold her that you're a good boss, and are deserving of your titles and the respect you garnerâŚ"
You trail off, suddenly remembering the last thing you'd told Sigewinne during that conversation. Wriothesley clearly notices there's something you're leaving out, one of his eyebrows raising.
"And?"
You take a deep breath.
"That you're a cute puppy."
He blinks in shock.
"...excuse me?"
Oh god, you wanna phase through the floor.
"I said that even though you look scary, you're really just like a bigâŚcuteâŚpuppy."
For a moment, Wriothesley can only stare at you. Then, he throws his head back and laughs.Â
Embarrassed, you plant your palms on your thighs and push to your feet, instinctively wanting to run awayâŚonly to realize that your legs have gone weak.Â
With a distraught noise, you flop back into your chair.Â
Out of the corner of his eye, Wriothesley notices.
He coughs, pulling himself back together.
"Well, I've certainly never heard myself described in such a way before. I can't say I totally hate it, but I'm not sure if I agree with the term "puppy"."
You force an awkward laugh, finally losing steam as the arousal inside you begins to cloud your thoughts. Sigewinne obviously wasn't messing around when making her aphrodisiacâŚyou've never felt so horny before that it has literally hindered your mental and physical faculties.
The office is silent for a few tense moments, but finally, Wriothesley heaves a heavy sigh. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his shoulders slumping as he hangs his head.
"You may revoke your good opinion of me, considering how inappropriate it is for a boss to even consider such a thing, butâŚI think my dick is gonna explode soon, so I'll just come out and ask."
You swallow, anticipating his next words.
"Would you beâŚinterested in having sex?"
Your body shivers in excitement at the idea, the lustful part of your brain screaming at you to jump him already.
"IâŚwould," you admit, managing to keep it together. Wriothesley's entire body jolts impatiently at your words, but heâs able to keep himself grounded.Â
"I don't think I'll be able to surviveâŚthis without some relief. AndâŚI trust you. SoâŚ"
"So we're in agreement," Wrioslethely supplies, waiting for your confirmation. You nod your head.Â
"We are."
In the next beat, he's is crossing the space between you, a "thank god" barely making it past his lips before he crashes them into yours.
Immediately, youâre groaning into himâyour arms wrapping around his neck and his hands finding the backs of your thighs. He lifts you from your chair easilyâyour chests pressing together as he holds you close.
Youâve always been acutely aware of how large Wriothesley is, but you donât think it fully sinks in until nowâas he manhandles you with ease, quite literally carrying you with one arm as the other sneaks beneath your shirt and tugs it over your head.
Youâre forced to break the kiss as he does so, but the second the fabric has been discarded, youâre tangling your fingers in his hair and dragging him in for another.Â
Your action evokes a pleased little rumble inside his chest.
âYou taste sweet,â he mumbles, his palm roaming over the exposed skin of your back. The warmth of his skin against yours makes you ache.
âItâs probably the aphrodisiac,â you reply breathlessly, a shiver raking your spine when you feel his fingers toy at the waistband of your pants.
âHmm, shall we posit your theory?â
Before you can even think to ask what he means, the room is spinningâtoo many things happening at once. However, itâs nearly impossible to miss the feel of your pants being shucked down your legs.
When everything settles, you find that youâre no longer chest to chest with Wriothesley, but rather, face to dick.
âWhââ
Your cheeks heat up as you finally digest the position heâs put you inâyour ass in his face, and his crotch in yoursâhis body now firmly planted in a chair as he spreads his thighs and makes himself comfortable.
âWriothesley!â you say in shock, your palms gripping his legs for support as you attempt to turn and face him. However, you quickly realize with the position he has chosen, youâre fairly helpless to do anythingâcompletely at his mercy as he locks his arms around your legs and grips your ass in his hands.
âHm?â he responds nonchalantly, one of his fingers slipping under the edge of your panties. You shift a little, trying to glare at him, but only succeed in having his clothed dick poke you in the cheek. He tenses at the sensation, and you feel his cock strain helplessly against the fabric of his pantsâbegging for more friction.
âIâm just testing your theory, like I said,â he continues, a surprised mewl tearing from your throat as he leans his head forward and nuzzles his nose in the damp fabric of your panties.
âIf you think itâs the aphrodisiac making you sweet, letâs see if itâs also having that effect elsewhereââ
Before you can protest, Wriothesley is tugging the crotch of your underwear asideâhis tongue licking a hot, languid strip between your folds. You gasp at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs through the layer of clothes that he wears.
Above you, the Duke makes a pleased sound, repeating his previous actionânoting the way your body writhes against his hold. His fingers grip your ass tighter, his brows furrowing as he presses his tongue inside your entranceâyour arousal quickly coating his taste buds.
âYep,â he mutters after a moment, his voice tight and his throat bobbing as he harshly swallows. âYou tasteâŚaddicting.â
His words have your cunt squeezing around nothing, although he quickly dives back in and rectifies that problemâstretching your walls out around his tongue.Â
âFuckâŚ,â you pant, your head dropping as your strength wanes. Your muscles progressively start to feel like jelly, thanks to his ministrations. Especially, when he moves his mouth to your clit and begins rolling his tongue around itâa whine escaping you as the desire inside of you sears white hot.
And yet, despite the way Wriothesley presses onâgroaning into your pussy as he eats you outâyouâd be remiss to forget about the fact that heâs currently affected by the aphrodisiac as well, and has his own needs that need to be taken care of.
So, gathering what strength you have, you manage to push yourself up onto your forearmsâyour hands moving to the waistband of his pants. You frantically work open the button and zipper of his slacks, and then hook your fingers under the elastic of his underwear, tugging the band down.
âŚonly to have his freed cock immediately spring up and smack you in the face.
Your eyes go wide, and in normal circumstances, youâd expect Wriothesley to laugh at the comedy of what has just occurred. However, too immersed in the way your cunt tastes and feels, and the way your body continues to twitch in his hold, he doesnât even notice. And, too amazed by the sheer size of Wriothesleyâs dick as you finally lean your head back and get a good look at him, you donât bother saying anything.
No, instead you simply part your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouthâsucking lightly, your tongue teasing at his slit. The groan thatâs immediately torn from his throat is involuntaryâthe sound becoming muffled by your pussy as he momentarily stops to savor the feeling of your mouth on his dickâyour tongue flattening on the underside of his shaft as you slowly take more of him into your mouth.
Then, he goes back to eating you out with renewed fervorâyour eyes nearly rolling back into your skull when he sucks at your clit.
The room quickly fills with the sound of sloppy and messy oral, your head bobbing up and down Wriothesleyâs cock. Saliva drips down his length, his pre-cum smearing against your tongue, and you canât help but moan.
Everything feels so goodâfrom Wriothesleyâs tongue on your cunt, to the way his cock fills up your mouthâŚ
âFuck,â Wriothesley growls. His fingers move to pull at the folds of your pussy, spreading you open wider. You can feel his hot breath on your skin as he moves his mouth back to your clit, where he then staysâhis tongue flicking rhythmically against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The pace and motion he settles on is one that you know will very quickly damn you, and he figures this out as well based on the way your thighs begin to shake in his grasp. Your body attempts to jolt away from himâtrying to escape the onslaught of pleasure he intends to giveâbut he leaves no wiggle room. He holds you tighter, enjoying the feeling of your mouth on his cock, and how your efforts slowly start to crumble along with your sanity.
âIâŚ,â you mumble the word around dick, trying to warn him of the orgasm you can feel quickly approaching. Your entire body swims with arousal, your head feeling light.Â
âKeep going, sweetheart,â he pants. âLetâs cum together.â
You feel his cock throb against your tongue, and, dutifully, you do your best to continue sucking him offâyour lips once again suctioning around his shaft. Your actions immediately evoke a pleased groan from the Duke, and you feel his thighs tense in your graspâhis own orgasm quickly approaching.
However, despite your best efforts to continue, everything falls apart the second your climax finally crests.
With a cry, you come undoneâyour body writhing in his hold. You go brainless almost immediately, the strength in your arms wavering, and Wriothesleyâs cock stuffing into your cheekâyour hot breath fanning over his length.
Luckily, the vulgarity of the entire situation is enough to push Wriothesley over the finish lineâhis dick painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. And to his surprise, once heâs spent, you actually pull your head back, close your lips, and swallow.
Shit, he thinks.Â
His dick is just starting to soften, and yet somehow, itâs also already getting hard again.
Thereâs a few beats of quiet that are filled only with the sound of you and Wriothesley panting. Then, once heâs caught his breath, he saysâ
âLetâs get you right side up.â
âand the world spins again.
Honestly, the fact that he can manhandle you this easily is criminal.
âYou okay?â he asks, sitting you on one of his thighs. He brushes a few stray hairs from your face, staring at you with a hint of concern.
You nod your head, grateful that the carnal desire youâve been afflicted with is clearly less, now that you and Wriothesley have both gotten off. ButâŚeven despite that, you still feel hot and tingly. Like you want more.
You glance down at his lap.
âMmm. Seems like youâre in the same predicament as me.â
âThink you can handle another round?â he asks. You meet his eyes, playfully raising your eyebrows.
âIâm almost tempted to say no, and see what you do.â
Wriothesley rolls his eyes, his hands grabbing your waist, and in the next moment, you find yourself slung over his shoulder.
âHeyâ!â you protest, attempting to look at him, but he only caresses your ass with his free hand.
âIf you have that much spunk left in you, you can handle another round,â he says, carrying you down the nearby staircase, to the floor below his office. âBut, Iâll be kind this time and make you more comfortable.â
His boots echo against the metal floor as he walks, and for a second, you wonder where exactly heâs taking you. But, soon after, Wriothesley pushes through a nearby door, and you find yourself in a moderately sized bedroom.
It must be his, you realize, feeling a little silly that youâd never pondered before now where the Master of the prison actually sleeps.
âHere we are.â
Wriothesley gently deposits you onto his bed, and then immediately reaches for his tie. You watch him with bated breath, your heart doing a tiny flip as you realize that heâs finally stripping out of his clothes. He opts to leave on the leather belts encircling his arms and neck, instead focusing the bulk of his time on shedding his suit, and undoing the many buckles on his boots.Â
By the time heâs finishedâhis erect cock once again sitting heavy between his legsâyouâre practically drooling at the sight of him.
His lips twitch into a little smile.
âIâm happy to know that you like what you see. However, in the time I spent undressing myself, you couldnât be bothered to remove what little clothing you have left? Câmon now, are you waiting for me to wrestle you out of them?â
Still feeling cheeky, you flash him a grin.
âHm, Iâd like to see you try.â
Wriothesley immediately cocks an eyebrow, his eyes glinting at the challenge youâve just issued, and your attitude wavers, realizing what it is youâve done. You open your mouth to say youâre only teasingâyour hands already raising behind your back to undo the clasp of your braâbut itâs too late.
In one swift motion, Wriothesley grabs your ankle and twists you onto your stomachâhis weight settling above you as he kneels onto the bed. You shiver when his knuckles brush against your skinâhis fingers swiftly undoing your bra.
âYouâre just a little brat, arenât youâŚâÂ
He speaks the words fondly, with a hint of amusement, and yet, they still go straight to your cunt.Â
âDonât say things like that,â you respond, instinctively raising your hips when Wriothesley hooks his fingers on your underwear and begins tugging them down your thighs. He stares intently at your backside as he does so, an idea popping into his mind.
âWhy? Because you like it too much?â
He discards your panties on the floor along with the rest of the clothes youâd both shed, and then grabs your knees, forcing you to spread your legs, so he can properly settle between them.Â
Another blush rises on your face at his words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. At your lack of response, Wriothesely continues.
âIn my understanding, brats tend to like it a little rougher, soâŚâÂ
His hands ghost up your thighs, to your hips, and he grips you tightlyâforcing your lower half off the bed until youâre propped up on your kneesâhis cock sitting heavy against your ass.
â...what say we continue like this, hm?â
Bracing yourself on your forearms, you turn your head back to look at himâyour body tensing as you watch him fist his cock and drag it downward, between the lips of your pussy.Â
His icy eyes catch yours.
âAny objection?â
â...no,â you mumble, your fingers anticipatedly fisting in the sheets.Â
Wriothesley nodsâ
âGood.â
âand then presses the head of his cock inside you.
Immediately, you drop your forehead against the mattressâwilling your body to relax for him as he slowly inches inside of you.
His tongue had certainly been enjoyable, but this? Fuck. Nothing compares to the sensation of him slowly stuffing you inch by inchâthe girth of his cock positively delicious as he forces your cunt to stretch to accommodate him.
Itâs so much that by the time heâs fully seated inside of you, your body is shakingâyour breath coming out in quick, desperately little pants.
Seeing your reaction, Wriothesely soothes a hand up your spine, his warm palm settling between your shoulder blades. He decides to start slowâto give you a little more time to adjust to him.Â
And honestly, heâd love to take his time in generalâto really savor the sight of you beneath him, your cunt swallowing his cock so perfectly, but alas. The effects of the aphrodisiac make him impatient with need, and itâs not long before heâs moving fasterâlittle gasps and whines finding their way past your lips as he begins fucking you back onto his cock.
âAhhâŚseriously youâreâŚso fucking tight,â he curses. His fingers dig into the plush of your hipâhis jaw clenching, and his racing heart pumping lust through his veins.
Your cunt clamping on his dick seriously might be his personal slice of heaven.
âWrio, Iâ,â you canât even get the words out, your brain short-circuiting. You canât think straight anymoreânot with his cock rubbing you in all the right spots, making a mess of your insides, and quickly rocketing you towards anotherâ
Wait, no, itâs only been a minuteâ!
âFuck! âÂ
You choke the word out, your spine curving and your knuckles turning white as your second orgasm of the night is unexpectedly forced out of youâyour pussy spasming around Wriothesleyâs dick.
The last of your strength officially drained, you collapse forward onto the mattress, your cheek smushing into the covers.
âŚhowever, Wriothesley doesnât allow your lower half to fall along with the rest of youâhis hold on your hips keeping your twitching pussy firmly planted on his still-hard dick.
âWeâre not done yet, sweetheart,â he reminds you, his cock continuing to languidly drag between your walls, drawing out the tail end of your pleasure.
You canât help but whimper at his words, already feeling a bit oversensitive thanks to two consecutive orgasms. Wriothesley does his best to soothe your frayed nerves.
Leaning over you, he gently tangles his fist in your hairâcoaxing your head off the mattress so he can kiss you.Â
The kiss is messy, but sweetâthe angle of your bodies forcing his cock deeper inside of you, his hips completely flush against your ass.
âYouâre doing so good,â he tells you, peppering a trail of kisses against your cheek, and across your jaw. His praise causes you to whimper, a shiver raking up your spine when his tongue drags across your skinâhis teeth nipping at the nape of your neck.
His actions successfully get you to relaxâyour body becoming more pliable in his grasp as he once again begins to move. And soon enough, the wet sound of sex fills his bedroom once more.
Wanting to help him cum (and to feel his seed fill you), you do your best to help Wriothesley alongâpurposefully flexing the walls of your pussy as he fucks you. However, in doing so, you accidentally start yourself down the path of yet another orgasmâŚ
Feeling the familiar, aching pleasure beginning to build inside of you once again, you quickly stop what youâre doing. You think that a third orgasm honestly might kill you, butâŚitâs too late.
Wriothesley has already noticed your growing arousal, and decides that he likes it better when the two of you cum together.
So, he sneaks one of his hands between the apex of your legs, and begins rubbing at your clit.
The garbled, desperate cry that leaves your mouth immediately becomes seared in his mind for a long time to come.
âNo, Wrio, IâŚI canât. Iââ
Your words come out jumbled, tears beading on your lash line.
Momentarily removing his hand from your clit, he once again reaches forward and grips your hairâpulling your head back so he can kiss you. His lips swallow up your worries.
âYou can,â he insists, his voice whispering in your ear, and his hot breath fanning over your skin.Â
âI want you to cum with me, pretty girl. You can do it.â
You give no protest aside from a cute little whine, and that's good enough for Wriothesley.
Releasing your hair, his hand finds your clit once more.
He then proceeds to fuck you into the mattressâpursuing his orgasm with abandon. A groan leaves his mouth at the way your pussy starts clamping on his dick once againâtightening up with each pass of his fingers across your clitâyour pussy slick and messy with your own arousal.
Unable to think straight, you can only hold on for dear lifeâclinging to his sheets like a lifeline. You canât even process the sounds that are coming out of your own mouthâa damned, desperate symphony moans.
To Wriothesley, it all sounds like a siren's cryâbeckoning him closer to the edge.
âShit,â he pants, feeling his cock throb, and his balls tighten. The motion of his fingers on your clit quickensâyour toes curling as the coil of pleasure in your tummy continues to windâso close to snapping.
Sweat beading on his brow, Wriothesley leans forward, curling his body against yours. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear, his husky voice sending goosebumps across your skin.
âSo good for meâŚ,â he breathes, his hips smacking into your ass. His broad strokes deteriorate into needy rutting, and the sensation has you quite literally sobbingâhis cock now incessantly grinding into your g-spot.
You canât take it anymore.
Shoving your face into the mattress, you bite the sheets and screamâyour entire body shaking as you cum for a third time, your cunt milking around Wriothesleyâs cock.
He curses at the feeling, his face burying in your neck. Wrapping his arms around you, he hugs you to his bodyâfucking inside of you a few more times before finally joining you in ecstasy.Â
His teeth sink into you as his orgasms peaks, a heady groan muffled against your skin as his balls emptyâpumping you full of his cum.
Itâs not until the intensity of his pleasure has died down that Wriothesley ultimately releases you from his holdâyour lower half immediately flopping down onto the bed, and his softening cock slipping out of you.
The Duke takes a moment to simply look at you, and how fucked out you are. Your eyes bleary, skin flushed, and the imprint of his teeth engraved in your flesh.
He grunts at the sight, and settles in beside youâhis arm curling around your waist as he tugs you back against him. His tongue immediately begins lapping at the bite mark heâd inflicted, attempting to soothe the sting.
After a few seconds, you begin shaking, and Wriothesley immediately pauses, scared that heâs hurt you in some way.
âŚonly to realize that youâre laughing.
â...puppyâŚâ
He props himself up, glancing at you.
âWhat?â
âYou really are like a puppy,â you giggle, your finger lifting to brush a stray tear from your eye. âThe way you bit me, and then immediately started licking at it in apology. So cuteâŚâ
You break into another tiny fit of laughter, and Wriothesley rolls his eyes, yet canât help cracking a smile.
âWell, Iâm glad to know I didnât break you, at the very least.â
His hand rubs against your waist.
â...right?â
Finally getting ahold of yourself, you roll onto your back and smile at him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. He immediately leans into your touch, and it makes your heart flutter.
âIâm not broken, no. JustâŚsore. And gross. And sweaty.â
Wriothesley chuckles.
âWell, I think I can rectify some of those issues. I do have a bathroom, with a tub.â
âWow,â you respond, watching him as he scoots to the edge of the mattress and gets to his feet. He waits a second for you to join him, but you donât move.
âMyâŚlimbs feel like jello,â you admit, raising your arm and flopping it back down bonelessly for emphasis. Wriothesley rolls his eyes, but nonetheless leans over the bed and scoops you into his arms.
You rest your cheek against his chest, admiring for the first time how soft it really is.
âWhatever shall I do with you,â he playfully sighs, carrying you into the adjacent bathroom. He sets you on the vanity, moving over to the tub and turning on the tap for the hot water. You hum.
âMmm, I can think of a few things you can do. The first of which is helping me into the bath once itâs ready.â
Wriothesley quietly chuckles. Returning to your side, he takes your hand, and brings it to his lips.
âYes, maâam.â
Once the tub has filled, the Duke keeps true to his wordâonce again carefully cradling you in his arms as he seats himself in the tub basin, before positioning you in the space between his legs.
The steaming water immediately soothes the ache of your body, and you sigh in reliefâsinking back against Wriothesleyâs body. He lightly wraps one arm around your waist, the other resting on the edge of the tub.
For a few long minutes, the two of you bask in silence, simply enjoying the refreshing feel of the bath.Â
âŚthen, you start to notice something beginning to growâpressing at your back.
â...really? Is the aphrodisiac still getting to you that much?â
âNo,â he admits after a beat, leaning forward to kiss your neck. âI think this one is actually all me.â
You roll your eyes, but nonetheless crane your head to the sideâallowing him access to more of your skin as his mouth begins to wander.
âI thought I made it clear that my limbs are jello right now.â
âI can work with that,â he responds, and you feel him grin. His hand slowly trails down your stomach, and between your legs.
âIâll do all the work. You just get to make pretty sounds and feel good.â
His fingers slide between the folds of your pussy, and you jolt as he passes over your overly-sensitive clit. But seriouslyâŚhow are you going to say no to him?
âWhat am I going to do with you?â you sigh, echoing his earlier words. His chest rumbles with laughter, and he grabs your chin with his free handâturning your head so he can kiss you.
âMmm, I can think of a few things.â
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The next morning, you find yourself in a back in your clothes, standing beside Wriothesley just inside his office door.
âIâll go first,â you say, to which he nods. âI have some errands to run anyway. You can wait a minute and then come out after me.â
âSounds good.â
The two of you stare at each other for a second, before you finally square your shoulders, and reach for the door handle.Â
Before you can twist it, Wriothesley catches your wrist. When you look back at him, you find that thereâs a blush on his cheeks.
âSo, IâllâŚsee you later?â
His suddenly bashful demeanor causes you to smile. Pressing onto your toes, you cup his cheeks and softly kiss him. He immediately grabs your waistâdeepening the kiss.
âYouâll see me later,â you promise.Â
With that, the two of you finally separate, and you disappear through his office door.
Wriothesley takes a deep breath at your departure, combing a hand through his hair as he waits for the right moment to make his own exit.
To be safe, he decides to wait a good few minutes. But finally, he opens his doorâpreparing to venture into the main area of the fortress, and make his normal rounds.
âŚhowever, he only makes it a step before remembering the sign Sigewinne had made.
With a sigh, he immediately backtracks and tears the DO NOT DISTURB sign off of his door, crumpling it between his palms.
When he turns back around, he nearly jumpsâSigewinne standing right in front of him.
âSo,â she says, a pleased grin on her face. âHowâd it go?â
Narrowing his eyes, Wriothesley only stares ahead, and walks past her. She easily follows after him.
âThe fact that youâre out and about this early in the day means something likely happened between you and Y/N.â
âNo comment,â Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne giggle. They pass by a few prisoners as Wriothesley makes a B-line for the elevator to the production zone. Once there, Sigewinne squeezes herself in along with him.
As the elevator begins to descend, only a few seconds pass in silence, before Sigewinne asks one last question.
âAs your doctor, itâs my recommendation that you continue to regularly relieve your stress. So, are you going to be dutifully carrying out my orders from now on?â
Wriothesley makes a little face, glancing away from her.
â...maybe.â
Sigewinne smiles.Â
Thatâs good enough for her.
SNOWBOUND BABY / TOKREV X READER.
@thvkei; cute lil things our boys do during winter ⥠part one.

ft. takemichi, mikey, and draken x gn!reader
genre. fluff, headcanons
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â° TAKEMICHI.
as hard as he tries to be the stoic, protective boyfriend, something about the way the snow spills fluidly from the abundance of clouds above his head makes his heart retreat to his childhood days.
he loves winter, but hates the cold. you find it funny how he humors himself by building snow castles and other childish matters, yet complains when the icy burn of frost bites at the tips of his fingers.
CONSTANTLY gets caught underneath the mistletoe. he finds it so embarrassing but he loves kissing you so he can't complain.
gingerbread-house-decorating-competition in which his literally falls apart in front of your eyes and you hysterically watch him try and piece it back together.
no matter how long you've been dating, he still gets flustered when you take his cheeks between your palms, soothing the redness that consumes them due to the biting cold.
takes you to see a christmas play but it turns out to be for kids. you both get bored and end up running out, giggling whilst plotting to meet up with his friends and get tipsy on eggnog and mulled wine.
big fan of hot chocolate, but is absolute ass at making them. how someone can be bad at making at hot drink, you aren't sure. however, after his first and only attempt, you ultimately decide that you'll be in charge of making them from now on.
leaves buying christmas presents until last minute bc he thinks he can handle it... wrong L bozo. đ
panics on christmas eve and embarrassedly calls you in the middle of a clothes store asking what your size is.
ends up buying you a pair of matching pjs, they're super cute 'n fluffy <3
tries so hard to wrap your presents but he literally can't figure out how to make it look neat for the life of him đ. skill issue tbh.
running up to him before he can slip out for work in the morning, wrapping his scarf around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek while he quietly recognizes how lucky he is to have you in his life.
ice skating date where takemichi falls so many times you swear he will be littered in bruises the following day, which you were right about.
flu season. he believes he's immune, (he's not), and always ends up sick.
taking a hot shower together to warm up :))
BLANKET HOGGERâźď¸ steals the blankets from you when you're asleep, so you have to literally have to fight him for them. falls off the bed.

â° MIKEY.
literally a winter fiend.
unbothered by the cold but always faces the consequences, which is lowkey annoying cuz he always catches a cold 'n then you have to babysit his ass back to full health.
steals all your coats, hoodies and jackets even though he has his own.
when you question him on it, he either lies about stealing, (even when he's LITERALLY wearing it), or deflects your accusing tone with a compliment.
"you know, the snow really brings out the color of your eyes. they're s'pretty, y/n. âĄ."
"mikey đ."
if you're stupid enough to even TRY and wear a scarf in his vicinity, you better run cuz he will grab that shit 'n force you to share.
forces you to make him hot coco (with whipped cream 'n marshmallows ofc)
he loves decorating the tree, will put you on his shoulders to place the star at the top ËáË
intently watches you wrap presents. sticking your tongue out, fiddling with the tape 'n trying to hold it all together. he thinks it's so cute and endearing, he can't bring himself to help when you look so adorable.
gets concerningly pale?? i mean, he's already pale, but when he's cold, he gets like even whiter LMAO some1 help him
loves making snow angels
takes you on his bike to see the christmas lights!!
starts snowball fights out of fucking nowhere. you swear he almost gave you a concussion once but he denies it ever happening smh. đ¤Ľ
trying to do a christmas movie marathon but tbh good luck bc this man can't focus for more than 5 minutes.
as well as being a blanket hogger, in winter, mikey and the concept of personal space become complete strangers. bro will cling to you like you're tryin' to go somewhere when actually you're just trying to sleep.

â° DRAKEN.
one of the best winter boyfriends omg!!
constantly warm. it's like hugging a fucking radiator, but in a good way :D
the feeling of waking up next to him in winter is unmatched. your head lies on his chest, and his bicep holds your waist against him with the perfect strength. soft snores pass through his open lips, blonde locks strewn across the pillow.
late night trips to the convenience store bc u want snacks!!
constantly shoving an extra layer of clothes on you, just to be safe.
personally isn't a fan of the cold, but bares it for you.
you force him to go ice skating with you, but all it takes is one fall and he's stomping off the rink cussing out the ice whilst you cling to him, drowning in your own giggles.
strokes you hair as you watch christmas classics, feeling his chest vibrate with gentle laughter as he cradles you against him.
laughing at him because he's wearing mittens LMAO
surprise attacking him with a wrestle in the snow, only to end up pinned beneath him panting and tapping out because his bodyweight is crushing you.
would take a lot of convincing, but would wear a onesie if it really made you happy.
going on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date and my god does he make a fine lumberjack.
even though youâd been extra cautious, you still got sick. but don't worry, ken takes care of you.
that is after he's lectured you on wearing warmer clothes even though you literally wear at least two hoodies every time you walk outside.
gets pissed when you shove snow in his hood and doesn't notice until he pulls it over his head. đ
making cookies together but somehow coming out with triple how many you were acc supposed to make so your kitchen was practically overflowing with the damn things.
going on a date to see the fireworks. draken stares at you with love and true adoration in his eyes as you gawk at the pretty streams of light, lips forming an 'o' as you admire the way they shoot through the sky. he's never been happier.

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crybaby.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
setting: modern au
genre: smut and fluff
contains: brotherâs best friend gojo, protective older brother geto, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), unprotected sex, slightly mean gojo (but he ends up soft and sweet, I promise), dirty talk, overstimulation, mutual pining, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), cheesy and happy ending <3
summary: satoru had promised suguru that there'd be no funny business while he takes care of his heartbroken baby sister... but he's never been the greatest at keeping promises.
âStop being so mean to her, Satoru.â Satoru looks over at his best friend, who's clicking his tongue in disapproval, with a nonchalant grin.
âNot my fault sheâs such a crybaby, Suguru.â
âCome on.â Suguru shoots him a warning look. âThatâs my little sister you're talking about.â
âHey, hey,â Satoru laughs, raising his hands in mock defense. âYou gotta teach her how to grow thicker skin. Not my problem.â
âEvery time you come over, she ends up crying.â The black-haired man sighs. âDonât be a jerk just for one moment, wonât you?â
âMmh, no promises.â Satoru grins. Sue him, heâs simply too addicted to the way your face scrunches up indignantly whenever he teases you, the futile yet endearing clenching of your small fists at your side, and most of all, the uncontrollable blubbers that leave your lips as tears roll down your cheeks.
Years later, youâre still the same. Just a little crybaby coming apart at the seams, completely at Gojo Satoruâs mercy.
-
âS-SatoruâŚâ The high-pitched whine of his name only elicits a laugh from the man between your legs, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.
âBaby, you gotta stop movinâ so much.â Satoruâs large hands grip your thighs, holding them firmly in place as he continues to feast on your dripping pussy. âGotta let me eat you properly.â He punctuates his point with a loud suck on your clit that has you mewling and twitching under his hold.
âT-Too much!â You sob, hands curling into the silky white stands on his head, tugging uselessly. âSâtoo much, S-SatoruâŚâ
âYou wanna take my cock later, princess?â He hums against your cunt, licking a hot stripe up your slit, chuckling as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His gaze lazily travels upwards, greeted with the sight of you nodding furiously as tears stream down your cheeks.
âYes,â you plead with wide, teary eyes. âN-need you.â Satoru smirks.
âThen be a good girl and let me prep you,â he coos, before diving right back between your folds, enjoying the broken sob that leaves your lips as he draws zigzags across your swollen clit.
-
âI really donât understand you,â Suguru bristles, frustration evident by the way his eyebrows furrow as he eyes Satoru.
âHmm?â Satoru looks at him with feigned innocence. âWhatever could you be talking about, dear Suguru?â
âYouâre unbelievable.â He sighs. âThose gifts you bought her⌠theyâre worth almost a million yen. What the hell is wrong with you, really.â
âWell, you told me I made her cry.â The white-haired man shrugged. âI had to make up for it, didnât I?â Suguru squints suspiciously, at a brief loss for words.
â...You are not normal,â he finally scoffs.
âOf course not,â Satoru agrees, unfazed.
âYou canât keep doing this. Youâre gonna end up spoiling her.â
âAnd whatâs so bad about that?â
-
âGimme another one, baby.â Heâs faintly aware that if he makes you cum again, you really might pass out. However, he canât really bring himself to be too concerned about that, not when heâs quickly becoming addicted to the taste of your dripping cunt and cries of pleasure.
âC-Canât, I canât â â You sob, entire body shaking around his mouth; youâre so sensitive.
âYou can,â he insists between hungry slurps, not letting any of your arousal go to waste. âFuckâŚâ Youâre so sweet. Just how did he survive this long without having a taste of you?
âPleaseâŚâ Youâre still shy, trying your best to stifle your cries even as they fall in a steady stream from your trembling lips. Each loud squelch of your sopping pussy still has you cringing a little, not to mention the embarrassment that washes over you every time you catch a glimpse of your juices all over Satoruâs face.
âDonât hold back anymore, sweetheart.â He reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your mouth even as you blubber out a weak protest. âWanna hear you this time, say it loud. Say my name when you cum.â One more combined thrust of his fingers, deep into your hole with a flick of his tongue across your clit has you creaming on his lips for the fourth time.
âS-Satoru!â Youâre unable to control the beautifully loud whine of his name as Satoru greets your orgasm eagerly, savoring every last drop of your release on his tongue.
-
âYou made her cry again.â Suguru says, rolling his eyes as he approaches his best friend at their meeting spot.
âHuh?â Satoru raises a brow. âHavenât even seen her since two weeks ago. Whatâd I do?â
âSheâs sad youâre moving away.â Suguru tuts. âCanât imagine why. Probably because she wonât be able to use you for your wallet anymore.â
âYou implyinâ Iâm just a wallet to her?â Satoru exclaims, a little offended. The black-haired man shoots him a deadpan glare.
âYou know youâre not. But even youâre not enough of an asshole to use that against her.â
âItâs just college,â Satoru muses. âKid thinks I wonât be back for her?â
âIn two years sheâll be going off to college too.â Suguru shrugs. âSheâll get over you.â
âWhat a cruel thing to say.â Satoru laughs it off, ignoring the small flicker of jealousy that flares to life deep in his chest.
-
Satoru watches as your chest heaves up and down, in your effort to try to recover from the multiple orgasms he had just given you. Youâre lying limp on your bed, unable to move save for the periodic twitching of your thighs.
âSorry, princess, was that too much?â Heâs teasing, but thereâs a genuine edge of concern to his voice as he cups your cheek in his hand. You nod, a few tears falling down your face. âAww, forgive me. Youâll forgive me, right?â In response, you tug weakly on his shirt collar, asking him to come closer. He relents, allowing you to drag him down towards you. Satoruâs about to ask what you need, before you suddenly tilt your head upwards to kiss him.
Satoru lets out a small noise of surprise as your soft lips press against his, hesitant at first, but deepening once your fingers find further purchase in his shirt, gripping tightly. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up into his lap.
You kiss him a little clumsily, still boneless from your release but Satoru doesnât mind. Doesnât mind at all, of course, when your lips are so soft against his, and he can swallow every quiet whimper that escapes you.
âSatoruâŚâ Your voice is raspy and small, but your eyes are wild as you cling helplessly to him. âA-Am⌠Am I ready yet?â His jaw goes slack in awe at the adorable, troubled expression on your face. Your lips are swollen into a permanent pout now as you look up at him with those wide doe eyes that always had him weak.
â...Think you are,â he heaves, realizing that heâs just as fucked out as you are. It takes everything in him to hold back the urge to just take you.
-
âSheâs grown up.â Satoru raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise at the pictures that Suguru shows him. Your family had recently gone on vacation, so Suguru had been gone for an entire week, leaving his best friend and roommate all alone.
âThatâs what youâre looking at?â Suguru shoots him an annoyed look.
âOh,â says Satoru, glancing back at the picture. âUh, nice waterfall.â
âOne of the seven natural wonders of the world and all you can see is my baby sister.â Suguru exhales deeply.
âWhat? You canât blame me too much. Kidâs changed,â the white-haired man shoots defensively.
âSheâs twenty, not sixteen anymore. Of course, sheâs changed.â Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âI know that, I justâŚâ Satoru pauses, glancing back at the picture. Youâre still tiny, only reaching up to your brotherâs, and by extension his, chest. Your face has matured, though, baby fat gone from your cheeks. That didnât stop you from being any less adorable, though â your smile is as radiant as ever. He canât help but let a small smile of his own slip onto his face.
âHopeless,â Suguru mutters in disbelief. âHopeless, the both of you.â
âHuh?â
âNothing.â
-
Satoru lets you unbutton his shirt, watching in amusement as your eyes narrow with focus as each button pops open, slowly revealing more and more of his skin.
âUmâŚâ Youâre nervous. Itâs plain as day from the way your lip wobbles as your eyes sweep down the view of his chiseled chest and torso, only to end at the prominent bulge in his slacks.
âYou sure youâre okay with this, princess?â He cups your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to look straight at him. âNeed to rest?â
âN-No!â You protest immediately, shaking your head. âIâŚâ You glance back down at his erection, a flicker of desire in your eyes. âI needâŚâ You trail off, unable to say it.
âOkay.â If he was feeling meaner, he would make you tell him exactly what you want. But he wants to be nice today, especially since youâve already cried so much for him. âOkay, baby. Donât worry, youâll have it. Can you unzip me? Can you do that for me?â You hesitate for a moment. Satoru briefly wonders if heâs perhaps pushed you a bit too hard.
But then youâre reaching for him, small hands finding the top of his pants and slowly undoing the button. Your fingers close around his zipper, slowly tugging it down.
âGood girl.â He pecks your forehead. âTake me out of my boxers, alright?â As his angry, swollen cock springs free from his underwear, you canât contain your gasp.
âOhâŚâ The soft sound leaves you almost involuntarily as you stare and wonder at how the hell thatâs gonna fit in you. Heâs thick and long, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. You slowly wrap your own hand around his cock, lips parting as your fingers fail to meet in the middle. Your own pussy clenches in a combination of fear and excitement.
âSee why I needed to prepare you, now?â
-
âSorry to spring this onto you all of a sudden, especially since you just got into town.â Suguru sighs over the phone.
âDonât worry about it. If youâre not around to take care of her, duty falls on me,â says Satoru as he reverses his car out of the parking lot, heading to the location Suguru had sent him.
âLet me know when sheâs home safe. Tell her Iâll be back tomorrow.â
âYeah, will do.â
A pause.
âAnd⌠no funny business, got it?â
âDonât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
âIâm serious, Satoru. She just confronted her asshole cheater ex. She doesnât need you drooling all over her right now.â
âRelax, dude. Iâm not that desperate.â Satoru rolls his eyes.
âGood. Keep it that way.â
-
His conversation with Suguru lies in the back of his mind, forgotten, as Satoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder. âLay back and relax for me, sweetheart.â You immediately obey, laying yourself down on your bed, heart beating fast in anticipation.
âSâgonna hurt, right?â you ask softly.
âDonât worry, baby. Iâve gotten you ready, see?â Satoru comforts you, brushing his fingers against the wetness still soaking your entrance.
âOh.â Tears suddenly well in your eyes. âUm, s-sorry, it just always hurt with himâŚâ
âWhat?â Satoruâs eyes darken, unsure if you mean what he thinks you do.
âHe justâŚâ You bite your lip, trying not to let your tears fall. âH-He just p-put it in, yâknow?â His heart drops in his stomach. Two years, two whole fucking years with that asshole, and he had never given you proper foreplay? No wonder you were so sensitive and responsive to his touch, your body had never received the attention itâs always deserved.
âBaby.â Satoru squeezes your hand, fighting down the urge to find that asshole and beat him up. That could come later. Right now, he has to focus on you. âItâs not gonna be that way this time. Not with me. Okay?â You nod, squeezing his hand in return.
âO-Okay.â
-
Itâs the first time heâs seen you in person in four years, and here you are in the passenger seat of his car, crying your eyes out.
You feel absolutely humiliated. You had called Suguru to ask him to pick you up from your ex-boyfriendâs house after you dumped him, but he had told you he couldnât.
âIâll send someone to get you. Hang tight,â heâd said.
You just didnât know it was going to be Gojo Satoru, who hadnât returned to your hometown since he graduated high school.
âIâm gonna bring you home,â Satoru had told you, getting out of the driverâs seat to open the car door for you. âRelax, okay? Youâre safe now.â He had buckled your seatbelt for you before settling in himself, starting the engine without another word.
The car ride back to your house is silent, save for the continuous sniffles that wrack your body as you try your best to stop your tears. Satoru silently puts a box of tissues in your lap at some point, and your heart stutters at the action.
Youâve known for many years now, that you never got over your first love.
-
Clothes fully discarded, Satoru lowers himself on top of you, enamored with the way you shyly glance down at`his cock, gaze wavering for a moment before slowly looking back up at him, eyes begging for him to do something.
âTell me if you want to stop.â He brushes his fingers, tender and gentle, across your cheek. You nod, hand curling around his bicep.
âKiss me,â you request, and he gladly obliges, leaning down to peck your lips.
âMâgonna go slow,â he tells you. âYou want me to stop, hit me real hard â â He smacks his own chest. â â Right here. Got it?â
âI wonât,â you say bravely, eyes glimmering with determination. âI⌠I can take it.â Satoru laughs quietly.
âAlright, princess. Donât act all cute, youâre just rilinâ me up now.â You smile, a little mischievously.
âOh, you caught me.â
âFuckâŚâ Satoru groans, pressing his forehead against yours. âYouâre gonna kill me.â His fat tip taps against your clit once, twice. You gasp, eyes going glossy as you feel your swollen pussy clench desperately around nothing.
âSatoru,â you plead. âP-PleaseâŚâ
âIâll give you what you need. Relax for meâŚâ He aligns his tip with your entrance, prodding between your folds. Inch by inch, he sinks his cock into your warm, throbbing cunt, almost blacking out himself at the sensation of your tight, velvety walls clamping around his cock.
âA-AhâŚ!â You whine, gripping his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut. The stretch is almost too much, but the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim has you seeing stars.
âYou okay?â Satoru pants, willing himself to stop from splitting you open on his cock to check on you.
âYes,â you whimper. âYes, a-ah, please k-keep goingâŚâ Satoru rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to push himself in, enjoying the soft, labored whimpers as you take more and more of him, deep into your sopping hole.
âAlmost there,â he coos. âAlmost there, princessâŚâ After what feels like an eternity, he finally sheaths the last of him in you, biting at your shoulder as he finally, finally feels exactly the sensation of being one with you.
-
âDrink. Youâll feel better.â Satoru places a glass of water in your hand as he leads you to your living room couch. You stubbornly refuse to look at him, letting the glass sit uselessly in your hand as you stare down at your lap.
He sighs, not sure what he should do. Heâs never been good at comforting others, let alone his friendsâ kid sisters. He knows youâre not a kid anymore, youâre a full grown adult, but the way youâre sulking and ignoring him says otherwise. Still, his fondness for you wins above all else as he takes the water back and puts it on the coffee table, letting you sit in silence.
âYou gonna be okay by yourself?â he asks instead. Satoru doesnât want to leave you alone, but heâs not sure if his presence will even help. He hasnât been an active part of your life in years, and he has a feeling that this incredibly vulnerable moment isnât the best time to barge back in. You donât reply, twiddling your thumbs.
âCall me if you need anything,â Satoru says hesitantly. âYou have my number, right?â No response. âIâm gonna write it down for you.â He finds a spare stack of Post-Its and does just that. You donât react even when he sticks the note right on top of your forehead, in a shitty attempt to lighten your mood. Your deadpan glare, so much like your brotherâs tells him it did not work.
âSuguruâs gonna be back tomorrow,â he tells you, taking the note off and soothing the annoyed crease between your eyebrows. âGo get some rest now, yeah?â You look away. Satoru sighs. Seeing you upset like this hurts him way more than he would like to admit. âMâgonna leave. Get to bed soon.â He pats the top of your head, just like he always used to do, which always made you whine when he messed up your hair. Youâre quiet now, not a peep of complaint leaving you.
He really misses hearing your voice.
âBye, then.â Satoruâs about to turn around and leave, but you do something that seems to shock both of you. Your fingers curl and grab onto the hem of his collared shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He stares down at you in surprise, trying to process the sight of your small, thin fingers holding onto him for dear life.
âStay.â The one word was enough to crumble his self-control.
-
Youâre struggling to adjust to his size; he can tell from the way youâre digging your nails into his arm and the trembling of your thighs around his waist. Satoru stays still, waiting for your permission to go any further, right hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.
âDonât stress yourself, baby, just tell me what you want, when you want it,â he murmurs against your neck, waiting patiently, torturously, for permission to move.
Youâre so overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full; Satoru is much bigger than your ex-boyfriend and yet, the feeling isnât painful. Itâs so good, a throbbing ache that extends outwards from your core all the way to the top of your head and the tip of your toes. You can hardly form thoughts, let alone words, as your pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.
A few more moments pass, and you feel like youâre going crazy. The feeling of being so, so full is one that youâve never felt before, but you think youâre already addicted. Your thighs flex instinctively, closing tighter around Satoruâs waist and pushing his cock even deeper, pressing right against your sweet spot. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, silently begging to be closer to him.
Satoru leans into the kiss you give him, groaning as your walls suddenly clench once around him, brain filling with nothing but white noise. âFuck,â he grits out against your lips. âFuck, baby, I donât know how much longer â â
âMove.â Your command is quiet. Satoru almost wonders if heâs misheard you. But one look into your pleading, begging eyes confirms what you want. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls his hips upwards, snapping right back into you with one long, hard thrust. You cry out, nails sinking into his shoulder blades.âM-More,â you whisper. âNeed more.â
He doesnât need to be told twice.
-
Satoruâs at a loss for words and actions as you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up and bringing his head down to kiss him. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you, craning his neck to allow you better access â oh shit, what the hell is he doing?
He lets go of you like heâs touched something on fire, pulling back from the kiss. As your heels land back on the ground with a soft thud, heâs greeted by the sight of you looking like youâre about to cry again. âWait â â He reaches for you, but retracts his hand; heâs not sure if he can trust himself to stay in line. His heart is beating so fast, you had just kissed him, completely out of the blue.
Satoru knew about your crush on him when the two of you were younger. You started having feelings for him when you were thirteen and he was fifteen, making it painfully obvious. You followed him and Suguru around like a lost puppy whenever he came over, despite Satoruâs constant teasing.
He thought your actions were funny at first, becoming the root of his continued teasing. Despite still making you cry all the time, you always came right back to greet him with a smile upon his very next visit. After a while, Satoru looked at you with fondness, in the way that one would gaze at a small animal. You were harmless, sweet, and so very adorable.
Satoru didnât return your feelings at the time. You were just Suguruâs kid sister that he liked to toy with sometimes. You were awfully cute when you were mad.
But now, as you look up at him with desperation and longing, his heart clenches faintly in his chest. Youâre so, so beautiful â the pictures Suguru had showed him hadnât done you justice in the slightest. You somehow look so enchantingly gorgeous at this moment, even with tears glistening in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.
Would you hit him if he tried to wipe away your tears?
He never gets to find out, because you speak his name softly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Satoru leans down to carefully listen to what you have to say. âW-Want you.â
-
âSo good, so fuckinâ good for me, princess,â Satoru groans, reveling in the dizzying heat of your pussy as he drags his cock in and out of your walls, fucking you at a steady pace. âYou feel me in there? You feel me in your little cunt?â
âY-Yes,â you manage to sob out between moans, each rough snap of his hips into you melting your brain into jelly just a little more.Â
âWhat a perfect lil pussy,â He chuckles as you squeal after a rather rough thrust, the loud squelch of your hole sucking him in echoing through the room. âNo sane person in this world would ever give this up this tight wet cunt.â You whine at his filthy words, drool dripping out of the side of your mouth as Satoru continues to ram into you, faster, harder.
âSatoru!â Youâre crying out his name over and over, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, pushing him deeper and deeper. âS-Satoru, I-I â â
âYou likinâ this, baby? Tell me how much you like this,â he coos into your ear, hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit.
âI l-like it s-so much, i-itâs so ahhâŚ! I-itâs so good,â you sob out. You never thought sex could feel like this â you never understood why the people around you were so obsessed with it, especially with the treatment you received from your ex.
Now, though, as each rut of Satoruâs dick into your cunt kisses your sweet spot, you get it. You donât know if youâll ever be able to forget this feeling of being filled by cock so brutally sweet.
-
âHold on.â Satoru had tried to protest, he really had. Youâd just broken up with your boyfriend. Like Suguru said, the last thing you needed was any funny business. âListen â â He sighs out your name, making your bottom lip wobble. âYou have to go rest, donât be reckless.â
âPlease.â You tug at his sleeve, staring at him with that puppy-eyed look that always gets you what you want. He really had spoiled you, hadnât he?
âNot now,â he tried to reason with you. âYouâre still hurting, youâre not in the right mind.â You glare at him.
âWhoâre you to say mânot in the right mind?â you whine. âIâŚâ You suddenly seem to lose your confidence, staring down at the floor. â...I only ever wanted you.â
âWhat?â Satoru stares, wide-eyed, at your confession.
âKnow you donât want me that way,â you continue, voice small. âBut I⌠donât care.â You sniffle. âDonât care, Satoru. Just want you.â
And when you tug desperately at his shirt again, this time, Satoru is too far gone.
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âFuck, Iâm close.â He growls into your neck, his pace picking up as he chases after his release, He coaxes you to join him, thumbing at your clit and cooing for you to âLet go, cum for me, câmon. Cream all over my cock, princess.â
The only sounds in the room are a symphony of your moans and the slick sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your hole as a coil forms deep in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel tears stain your cheeks as Satoruâs pace increases, pounding into you so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.
âS-Satoru, Iâm g-gonna â !â You cut yourself off with a loud, lewd moan, cunt clenching down hard around him as you come undone for the fifth time just this night. You swear you lose consciousness for a second, lost in the euphoric feeling of your release as your swollen pussy throbs in satisfaction.
âShit..â A few quick, shallow thrusts later, Satoru finishes as well, thick ropes of cum splurting into your womb, filling you with a warm sensation.
âA-AhâŚâ you whimper out, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening cock, which is still fully sheathed inside you. A white ring remains on his dick as he gently pulls himself off of you, cum dripping from your spent pussy onto the sheets. Satoru tuts, placing a pillow under your hips so you wonât leak.
Youâre only faintly aware of what heâs doing as he leaves briefly and returns with a warm, wet towel, gently asking you to open your legs for him. You obey, but youâre so exhausted you canât help it as your eyes droop shut. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Satoru leaning forward to peck your forehead, praising you for taking him so well.
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You wake up a few hours later to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window, making you squint a little as you sit up in bed. You immediately gasp at the ache between your legs, and the soreness racing up and down your body.
Memories of the previous night come flooding back as a sleepy groan sounds from next to you. Satoru stirs, awakened by your panicked sound, asking softly, âYou okay, baby?â
Oh god. Shit. Fuck. You actually had sex with Gojo Satoru.
âHmm?â He looks a little concerned at your lack of response, pulling you against him. âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart? You in pain? Sorry, did my best to clean you up and everything.â Only then do you realize that the place between your thighs is no longer sticky, and that youâre wearing a fresh set of underwear with Satoruâs unbuttoned shirt wrapped around you.
â...What did we do?â You whisper in a muddled mixture of shock and amazement.
âYou regret it?â he asks carefully, pulling back a little to gauge your reaction. You shake your head vehemently, snuggling back close to him. You breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering closed. You feel so right at home in his arms.
âNo.â You ponder for a bit. âBut itâs never gonna happen again, right?â Satoruâs breath catches in his throat.
âWhat?â
âI know last night mightâve given you the wrong impression.â You swallow hard, trying to contain the feelings bubbling up within you. Satoru just looks so beautiful under the morning sun, his crystal blue eyes glittering in the light. You know youâre not mistaken, youâve never been so sure about it â you love him. âI donât⌠do this. Thank you for being with me for this one night, butâŚâ you trail off.
âHey, hey.â Youâre crying again, and this time, Satoru wipes the tears off your cheek, cupping your face between his hands. âWhatâre you talkinâ about?â
âDonât want just this from you,â you continue vaguely, looking away shamefully. âBut I donât⌠I donât expect you to want the same.â He stills at your words, trying to decipher them properly.
âYou still in love with me?â He deciphered them spot on, but that doesnât stop a humiliated squeak from leaving you. Youâre huffing, face on fire with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.
âF-Fine, whatever! You know already, soâŚâ You look away, gnawing at your lower lip. âThatâs w-why â â
âDonât really know why youâre so upset, princess,â he cuts you off, pulling you out of the downward spiral he sees youâre about to fall into. âThinkâŚâ Satoru pauses to swipe at a tear at the corner of your eyes. âStill such a crybaby,â he canât help but say, watching with amusement as you scowl at him with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.
âUgh, jerk! Four years later and you still canât take me seriously, God, why do I even bo â â He cuts you off again, this time with a kiss. When he pulls away, heâs smiling gently, chuckling at your dumbfounded expression.
âThink I love you too,â he finishes. âSo youâve got nothing to worry about.â A few moments pass.
â...Are you fucking with me?â You look him dead in the eye.
âTechnically, I already did,â he replies cheerfully. You look at him in disbelief. âOkay, sorry, sorry, sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.â Satoru holds you close to him, tracing slow, comforting circles along your back. âBe my girlfriend?â
You answer him with a kiss of your own.
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Suguru sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys as he approaches the front door. Heâs worried about you; although the bastard had cheated on you and deserved to have you dump him, he knows youâre still probably heartbroken.
Or at least a little heartbroken. Suguruâs aware you never really that into your ex, if your drunk phone calls about how much you miss Satoru were enough evidence. Hiding those from his best friend was tough work; he would have to sit in the bathroom or the closet with his headphones and speak as quietly and carefully as possible to not rouse any suspicion.
Either way, he knows you definitely need some cheering up right now. Heâs brought you a box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery, hoping it would be enough to at least get you in a talking mood.
Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and the first thing he sees is Gojo Satoru. Not only is Gojo Satoru standing in his kitchen, but heâs wearing Suguruâs apron, a gift from you many Christmases ago. To make things worse, heâs nearly butt naked under it, only wearing a pair of boxers that are â wait a second, are those Suguruâs as well?
âOh hey, Suguru!â If Satoru is nervous or embarrassed, he plays it off well as he turns around and waves, flashing the stupid, faded picture of Remy from Ratatouille on his apron right in Suguruâs face. âYou hungry? Was just makinâ some eggs.â
âWhat the actual fuck,â Suguru grits out, putting two and two together as you choose that moment to wander out into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar collared button down that reaches down nearly to your knees. Satoruâs.
âS-Sugu.â Your eyes go round, stopping in your tracks. No one speaks for a moment. Satoruâs still happily cooking eggs. Suguruâs expression is stone cold. Youâre staring at your brother with embarrassment written all over your face.
âBaby, you ready for food?â Satoru steps away from the stove to wrap an arm around your waist, smooching you on top of your head. You make a stuttered noise under your breath, glancing back at your brother.
Suguruâs smiling now, but not in the traditional sense. He looks almost maniacal as he slowly places the box of cupcakes on the table before locking eyes with Satoru. Finally, the white-haired man has enough shame for his casual grin to falter.
âWhat happened to no funny business?â
Satoru is forced to abandon the stove, running away from a fuming Suguru chasing after him with the first thing he could find on the dining table â a carrot.
âSugu, stop, itâs okay â â Your pleas fall on deaf ears as your brother is hell-bent on finding a way to murder his best friend with a vegetable. You sigh deeply, moving to go after them when you suddenly smell something burning. Your head snaps to where the eggs Satoru was cooking are now sitting blackened over the flame.
Needless to say, the first morning with Gojo Satoru as your official boyfriend was far from perfect.
Thankfully, you would have many, many more mornings with him, each more wonderful than the last, that this one quickly faded from importance.
But not from Suguruâs.
âI still remember,â Suguru says, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. âWhen I opened the door on that one morning, and you were not only in my house, but you were half-naked wearing my apron and my underwear â â
Satoru groans as the audience bursts into laughter at his best manâs speech, burying his face in your shoulder. Youâre giggling right along with them, sparing your new husband a peck on the cheek as his best friend continues to tear him apart.
âThen you had the audacity to pretend nothing was wrong â â
Satoru knew he would never live this down, but he had zero regrets. Not when youâre sitting right next to him in a pretty white dress holding his hand under the table.
âWell.â Suguru looks over at him, raising a brow. âGot anything to say?â Satoru takes the mic from him, face splitting into a shit-eating grin as he says two words:
âWorth it.â

âžâ。𦹠°⩠promise ring
#: tattoo artist boyfriend!geto, fluff, gn!reader, implied college au, gojo cameo
wc: 1.4k
tw/cw: unusally suggestive (my brain was in the gutterâŚ), the f word (a couple times), use of pet names (baby, sweetheart)

âya like it up there?â geto chuckles, setting his book down above his head. heâs lying on his back, using his hands as a pillow, as he watches you. your legs are straddling his waist and youâre tracing the tattoos that decorate his chest. you hum, curling your fingers to scratch softly at his skin. âmmâŚâ he groans, âmercy, baby, theyâre healed but still a little⌠mmh⌠tender...â
âyeah?â you tease, letting your fingers slide lower down his abdomen, âthen what about here?â youâre inching closer to his waistband when he flips you over, caging you underneath him, his hand pulling you close from the small of your back. his gaze drops to your lips and he licks his hungrily.Â
âfuck around and find out,â he grins, âyou fucked around, so now you get to find out.â you didnât get a chance to retort as geto quickly closes the space between you, trapping your mouth with his and hands wandering every part of your body. heâs lifting your shirt, the tantalizing skin of your stomach peeking through, and trails kisses down from your jaw to your neck, collarbone, and then chest, looking up at you before continuing any further. âthis okay, sweetheart?â he presses a kiss against your stomach, âdo you want me to stop?â
your fingers find his hair, keeping his head in place, and you arch your back, chasing the feeling of his lips brushing against your skin again. âno,â you breathe, âkeep going.â too caught up in the pleasure rippling across your body, you donât register the sound of the door unlocking.
âwhat the fuck- suguru, why didnât you- ohhh, i see⌠nevermind! carry on!â gojo quickly turns on his heel and walks out, the door slamming shut behind him. geto lets his head fall into the crook of your shoulder, sighing when you leave a few comforting strokes on his hair, before heaving himself up to retrieve his roommate. after he leaves, you sit up, fixing yourself, and bring your knees up to your chest, waiting for their return.Â
âhonestly, satoru, why do you have a phone if you donât even use it?â you hear geto grumble as he unlocks the door.Â
âiâm sorry! i just didnât see it! hey y/n.â
âyeah, yeah. whatever⌠sorry âbout that, baby,â he says, sitting down beside you, âlooks like we got ourselves a guest.â he glares pointedly at gojo, who crosses his arms in response and sticks out his tongue at geto.Â
âthis âguestâ also happens to pay half of the rent here, you know,â gojo huffs, muttering, âi shouldâve stayed in the library longerâŚâ
âyes you shouldâve, why didnât you?âÂ
âbecause i was getting hungry and tired,â he shoots back, âanyways, letâs get takeout. what would you like to eat, y/n?âÂ
âoh, uh, how about sushi?â
âi want ramen.â
gojo hums, âokay, sushi it is. sprite okay with you, y/n?â tapping away at his phone, gojo quickly finishes putting in the order and rises from his spot on the couch. âi ordered it, and it's gonna be 30 minutes. please keep the noise to a minimum⌠iâm gonna take a nap, wake me up when itâs here.â
geto scoffs, rolling his eyes, as you laugh. the door closes behind gojo with a soft click. geto pulls out his ipad, opening the application he uses to sketch tattoo designs. you lean your head on his shoulder, peeking at the screen, and look at his drawingsâthis one looks to be a spine tattoo.
âis that for you?â
geto sighs, âfor a client. he wanted something symbolic, has something to do with his girlfriend or something like thatâŚâ
you notice the wrinkles forming from his furrowed brows, âhm... so, what are you thinking about?â
â...tattoos based on relationships are dangerous,â he murmurs, adding more lines to his design, âand if things go wrong, it gets very difficult. i donât understand why they would do that to themselves. donât you think itâs stupid?.â
âi think itâs pretty sweet actually,â you say, âyouâre making that conscious decision even while knowing the consequences. pretty telling about their determination and loyalty, donât you think?â
geto hums, still touching up the design, â...if you say so, baby.â
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âfeel free to talk about something. it might help with the pain.â geto smiles sympathetically at the man lying down in the chair.Â
âwhat⌠would i even talk about?â the man asks through gritted teeth.Â
geto wipes away at the excess ink, examining his work, âwhat about why youâre getting this tattoo? you said it had something to do with your girlfriend?â
some of the pain seems to disappear from his face, and a shy smile stretches across his lips: heâs obviously lost in thought about his girlfriend. âitâs a reference to one of those k-dramas that sheâs been watching lately. before we got serious, we were watching this one called âguardianâ something⌠the title is too long for me to remember,â he chuckles, âbut the flower the guy gives the girlâbuckwheat flowersâit means âlover,â and it got me thinking about my relationship with her. and it just hit me, like, itâs her. i want to spend the rest of my life with her.â
âbuckwheat flowersâŚâ geto murmurs softly, âthey mean âlover,â you say?â
âyeah. at least according to the drama they do. didnât really google it to check. and so thatâs why i wanted to get that bouquet tattooed on me. it also has her favorite actor, so naturally she really loves the show too.â
âi seeâŚâ geto stops working on the tattoo completely, âi know i already asked you this before we started, but are you really sure about this tattoo? what if⌠things go wrong? itâs not too late, i could improvise the design right now and get you something that you might be happier with in the long run.âÂ
the man blinks, âno, but i understand your concern. it must be frustrating to spend hours on tattoos only for it to become meaningless the next dayâŚâ geto stays silent, staring at the quarter-finished tattoo, so the man continues, âi love her, and iâm choosing her. you know that ring ceremony thing that those engineer people have? how the ring is supposed to remind the engineer of their obligation or something like that? i want the tattoo to be like that. i want it to remind her that iâm choosing her and that iâm promising her my forever, and i want to remind myself that sheâs who i want and that the thing weâve built together is worth it for me.â
âi⌠never thought of it like that,â geto admits, picking the pen back up and preparing to start work again, âshould i continue?â
â...how about a 5 minute break?â the man asks, tone hopeful, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead.
geto laughs, âyou got it.â
â
âhey, whatâs this?â you grab at getoâs hand, peering at his latest tattoo, âa line?â
âa band,â he corrects, âgot a little bored at the shop today, so i just did it.â
you look up at him quizzically and he shrugs. it was a simple black stripe that went around his ring finger. flipping over his hand, his palm facing you, you continue to study the tattoo, when your eyes widen at your newest discovery. âsuguruâŚâ your voice comes barely above a whisper, and a hand comes up to cover your mouth, âmy initials?â
geto glances away, cheeks flushing, as he scratches at the back of his head sheepishly, âyeah, i uh⌠yeah.âÂ
âwerenât you the one who said that people who tattoo something of their partnerâs are a different level of idiotic?â you say, quirking an eyebrow and a playful smile curling the corner of your mouth.Â
geto hid his face in his other hand, âdonât remind me...â
you thumb the tattoo thoughtfully, âwere you thinking about me?â
âiâm always thinking about you.â
you smile at that, meeting his steady eyes, âwhen you did it, i mean.â
âi donât think that changes my answer,â geto says, raising an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.Â
you pretend to glare at him, straightening up and crossing your arms over your chest. â...just shut up and kiss me already,â you tell him, and he obliges immediately, pulling you in close and kissing your lips sweetly. coaxing your mouth open, he turns his head to deepen the kiss. he presses his forehead against yours when he pulls away, your lips parted still as you catch your breath.
âmy forever,â he tells you, voice barely audible, but you can still hear him clear as day, âitâs yours.â
you smile, âi know.â
he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close, and rests his head on your shoulder, âand your forever is mine.â
âit is.â

koi's notes: okay but did they get the sushi though??? đ§đ§ anyways dedicated to @omgeto and a huge thank you to emp and mothe (@planetxiao) because i love and appreciate y'all so very much
