Chunklette

Chunklette🐉

Wriothesley being rough with his s/o (thank you for your masterpieces miss yoru😋😘)

cw. rough n needy, fem! reader

a/n. wrio is cumming and so am i

you could feel how wriothesley was affirmatively humming and pondering against your warm skin, an aimless, tinkering tune playing over your neck and collarbones as rapid tremors travelled down your entire back, taking your breath away, goosebumps emerging on your frame right after.

effortlessly, he keeps your hips down with his bare hands, pinning you to the bed while rushing himself into your cunt, no hesitation, not doing it soft nor sluggish, for some specific reason it almost gave the impression away as if wriothesley was somewhat selfish and indulgent with your body tonight, taking you so fucking well that your shaking legs were about to turn numb and harvest a deep rooted burn of fatigue, yet he was the one splitting them apart, because— he required enough space in order to fit in between you.

you take him deeper and moan into his mouth when he bites your lip, gracefully milking his throbbing cock, your eyes glossed over with boundless crystalline pebbles as you scratch a long, deep line on wrio's defined back, your nails sauntering up and down his flexed muscles while he's pistoling his cock into you— not hard enough to break his skin but edging pretty fucking close to it. 

the blistering, fiery heat of his body against your own figure was way more than enough to make any little complaint die inside of you— it's easier to see that wriothesley underestimates his own strength at times but you do not push him away and welcome it, sighing into his messy kisses, noticing his grunting— his sounds edged within sharp, low rumbles that rattle into your flesh.

it's intimate and adds greatly to the stimulation on your cunt. wrio breaks the kiss, and you thirst the look on his handsome face, the husky exhales whenever you ran your fingers over the frazzled, large muscles on his back;

"you're making me lose my mind."

he grins without shame, covering his face in your neck, the thought of having the oh so distinguished lord of meropide blatantly admit this to you, no, simplified— filthily moan it into your ear without any shame while he hides the pink, pretty blush on his face was intoxicating, your hips jerking forward at the obscene sounds, twisting your insides around his girth as you feel hot and sticky all around him, liquids dripping down your thighs, drying up, making a mess, and most importantly, fueling the arising lust in the air.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

⊹₊ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 ft wriothesley ₊⊹

author's note; idk what im writing, but i know i'm losing braincells over this man so this has to be done sob

one cannot not know of the lord of the fortress of meropide. just the mere mention of his title makes people break in a cold sweat, his presence alone gets the devils running. if monsieur neuvillette is fontaine's symbol of justice, then he marks the nation's absolute power and control. thats why when the news about him getting himself an angel of a bride, it was beyond belief, even for him.

when the marriage was first arranged, he didnt know what to do, or think of. he remembered coming to officially court you. standing under the shade by the gazebo, he loosened up his tie out of anxiety rather than habit. his attire — one gentleman wouldnt wear for such occasion — paraded his numerous scars, which he isnt necessarily ashamed of but wouldnt blame you if spooked by them.

his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink and his heart was beating so hard against his ribs that even after some deep breathes, he still couldnt calm it down. he'd heard of you — the heart in the people's eyes, the yearned blessing in the theatric courtroom, the magical phenomenon inked in the steambird. the unmistakable difference between the two of you filled him with dread, very much sure he'll be turned down.

then, you arrived amidst the sea of blooming flowers. your smile was as bright and warm as the springtime sun as you bowed so respectfully and regally like the true fair lady you are. in that moment, his mind stopped working and his body moved on its own as if nudged by fate itself. he stood tall, hand caressing yours in his as he kissed your palm softly with perfect precision of movement.

years had passed since that fateful afternoon. his grace's reputation as the fearsome lord still stands, but there's more to his title when he's with you. for you, he's the husband who have trouble perceiving colours yet never fail to get the right shade of your favourite flower, and the one who conveyed to you the story behind every of his scars that you'd kissed each one afterward. but mostly importantly, he's the man who made sure to make you know that you're the only fair lady of his, and his alone.

Thinking about Neuvillette finally starting a relationship with you and the melusines immediately noticing it,,

The Chief of Justice, although still seemingly appearing as the cold judge from the courtroom - softens his gaze at the sight of flowers, stopping by a merchant who offers them freshly picked.

The melusines quickly catch on; after all, the judge always tended to leave straight to his home after a long day of work. His amethyst-colored eyes scan the plants carefully, ordering a beautiful bouquet. People who pass Neuvillette by think nothing of it - if anything, better not to disturb him - but the tiny creatures observing him from afar can't stop wagging their tails excitedly, noticing a warm smile appearing on his lips.

The melusines notice how quickly the rain stops after trials. Back when the rain poured down until the sun rose the next day, now it takes a few hours less.

The little creatures hide behind corners and observe both of you; they gasp and cover their mouths when they see Neuvillette kissing your hand goodbye, quickly shushing others.

Every single one of them notices that the chief’s aura glows with happiness; slowly, some people do as well - they greet him with smile, and Neuvillette reciprocates it.

The melusines giggle to themselves when they see you and Neuvillette together, sometimes loud enough for you to turn around and laugh yourself; their cheeks turn rosy, and before they run away - they mutter an apology and storm off to share the news to others.

But when you finally make it official, they SWARM you. They offer to help you with shopping bags, to accompany you to make sure you’re safe, some even offer to do your hair. Small hands wave eagerly when they notice you. They stop by just to cling to your leg and hug it tightly, and you can’t help but ruffle their hair. They offer you their most prized possessions - after all, you’re the same to Neuvillette… or that’s how they understand it.

The melusines craft a special ribbon for you, so you and Neuvillette could match.

It seems like they love you just as much and Neuvillette couldn’t be happier.

I dunno if you do prompt requests but I’d like to request this one with our boi wrio ^^

“It’s s-so big! Uh, I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“Hmm… will you let me be the judge of that, baby?”

(consent is hot as hell 😩😩, it’s a whole “shall i? or maybe i won’t? it’s your call, baby?” kind of thing. people take notes ehe /hj)

I do! I will warn you that I have never done it before so it might not be great but i'll try my best for you anon🥺❤️

~ warnings: smut, possibly ooc wriothesley

You're sitting on his lap, an arm around your waist while his other hand is busy holding the papers he's reading. You're busy reading a book as his mind wanders, distracted by how nice your ass feels on his lap. An idea pops up in his head.

The arm that's wrapped around your shoulder loosens and moves so his hand is resting on your thigh. He slowly rubs it up and down your thigh. He notices that it doesn't gain your attention. You continue to be too engrossed in your book, not giving him the attention he wants.

He takes it one step further, sliding his hand up the inside of your thighs, getting close to your panties. It grabs your attention away from your book. You subtly glance back at him, he pretends to read his paper, satisfied in his mind that he's finally gotten your attention.

But you see right through his tricks. You know he's not really reading his paper and he's teasing you on purpose. You try to beat him as his own game. You shift in his lap, pretending that you're just getting more comfortable. As you shift, you make sure to rub a bit against his cock. You feel him tense a bit, smiling to yourself.

He catches on. He moves his hand to rub you through your panties. You bite your lip to hold in your moan. You continue to try and read your book, acting like he's not affecting you.

But he can see right through you. Through the wetness in your panties where he's rubbing you. He presses his fingers a bit more firmly against you, but you hold back your reactions, which he isn't satisfied with. He wants to hear your moans. He wants to hear you beg for more, to give him all your attention instead of the book.

He slips his fingers under your panties, making direct contact, adding more pleasure to your sweet spot. Your legs twitch, closing around his hand. A small smile graces his features.

Soon, he inserts one finger into you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. He feels your tightness around his finger. He goes slow at first, then quickens his pace once he knows you can take it. He then adds another finger, continuing at a fast pace, helping to prepare you for his thick cock.

You moan, getting close to your first orgasm, until suddenly, he stops and removes his fingers. You whine, disappointed.

He kisses the crown of your head. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you cum on my cock multiple times."

You blush. He motions for you to get up so he can take off your panties and release his hard cock from its confines. You sit back on his lap as he holds your hips.

"Ready for my cock?" You nervously gulp, intimidated by the size of his beautiful, veiny cock.

"It's s-so big! Uh, I don't think it'll fit."

"Hmm... will you let me be the judge of that, baby?"

You nod your head. He slowly inserts his cock head into you. A tight squeeze causing him to hold his breath. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, trying not to tense up too much. He notices and stops. He leans close to your ear and wraps his arms around your waist.

"It's okay. Let's go slowly. Relax. Don't push yourself." He whispers as he places sweet kisses behind your ear, on your ear, and on your neck. You begin to relax and give him the go ahead by continuing to lower yourself on his cock.

He finally fully sheaths himself inside of you, you both slightly moan from the euphoria feeling. The warmth from your walls hugging his cock making it hard to hold back, but he does for your sake. He doesn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable. After a few moments, you begin to move, surprising him for a sec by your forwardness.

He regains his composure and grabs your hips, helping to guide you up and down his cock. The slaps from your thighs hitting his fill the room. You moan as you bounce on his cock, his cock hitting all your sweet spots. His cock veins rubbing against your walls, adding to the pleasure.

"Fuck. You feel so good. You make me want to lose control and pound into you until you scream from the pleasure." He groans in your neck.

"D-don't hold back Wrio. I wa-want it. Fuck me please." You'll soon regret those words.

He growls as he wraps his arms around your waist, making both of you stand as he begins to pound into you. Your moans become louder. You unconsciously look for something to hold onto, accidentally clawing his arms with your nails. He gasps from the slight pain, only turning him on more.

You feel the familiar warmth in your belly. Begs leave your mouth, telling him to not stop, encouraging him to continue as you get closer. He indulges you in your wishes, quickening his pace to give you a mind-breaking orgasm.

When you finally orgasm, it crashes into you like a wave. Your head falls back as you scream from the overwhelming pleasure. You have no time to recover from your orgasm as he continues his unrelenting pace.

He pants against your ear like a dog in heat. "Gonna come again, yeah? Fuck, I'm close too. Let's come together." He shifts your position, bending you over his desk. He holds your hips, watching your ass jiggle as his pelvis slaps against it. The slaps being slightly painful but pleasurable. You tighten around him causing more curses to leave his mouth.

He repeatedly tells you to cum as you're both finally sent over the edge, cumming together. You feel his warm cum fill you up as you shake and twitch from another mind-breaking orgasm. He gives a few more thrusts to ensure his cum gets deep into you until he stills his movements completely.

You both pant heavily, trying to calm down from your passionate session. He finally comes to his senses, leaning over you to pepper kisses on your neck and cheek. After he finally sees that you've relaxed, he picks you up and takes you to the couch in his office. He lays down with you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat as he rubs your back and holds you tightly to him. He kisses your head aa you fall asleep.

~ a/n: I hope you enjoy anon~ c: