#it says that they do not allow reprint but I'm not certain if it's supposed to be reposts since google translate is ass😔

[mxiaogod]

— 11. [PEDONE] PANTALONE X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Breeding, knife play, slight exhibitionism, power imbalance, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)

— You set your coffee mug on the window sill, steaming with ashy smoke as your room is comforted by darkness like loving arms reaching around you.

You stare out your window, bright flashing stars greeting you as they always do, hot coffee rimming on the brown oak wood of your window sill, sore muscles and aching body from previous events, and you wonder, despite the fact that they always told you "don't worry your pretty little head, it'll start hurting."

Your only source of light is the single gas bulb on your bedside table, a warm golden light flashing in the center of your bed. You're getting agitated and bored as you flick over the pages of the uninteresting book you're holding in your warm fingers.

You opted to go through the main hallways of your opulent headquarters, the soft pads of your slippers thudding against the creaking old wooden planks, when you noticed a shadow shift, lithe fingers clutching a gold chalice filled with wine.

Glasses glimmering beneath the warm tone of light shining above him, making his sharp features even more prominent as he sits on a throne-like chair, you couldn't help but think he looked like a god, making you feel like you had to bow and start worshiping him, amongst all the lavish items in the room, nothing can ever compare to the unique aura he carries about.

"I was waiting for you," he says, his lips moving gently, his cupid's bow prominent, and his words crisp.

"Were you? If I may inquire, why is this so? " You query, pleasant voice whispering, smoke flowing from your mouth from the chill.

“Nothing much.” He responds, a smirk tugging on his lips.

You nod softly, your head drooping from embarrassment, "May I ask how come-" you pause, unwilling to express your enthusiasm,

"How come?"

He wonders, his gaze fixed on the scene before him, the dead of night with the snow falling gently, the only thing that wasn't tainted between the two of you.

"How come you have never done anything to me? You just watch." You remarked, his lips quirked up, a dulcet laugh under his breath.

"I don't enjoy sharing," you said, frozen in place as the cold mingled with the crisp air, "What do you mean?"

You question, "Foolish, how idiotic, did you get fucked so badly that you become an airhead?"

"How gnarly," you said, your voice shaking, how dare he?" tears sting your eyes, lashes clumping together as the corner of your mouth dragged downwards. You seldom converse with him, In fact, this was probably the first time you spoke to him, his words piercing through you.

"You think that was cruel?"

"I haven't even started with you," he muttered as he got to his feet, heavy layers of intricate clothing thrown over his big shoulders, his height towering over you as he grasped you by the waist and put you on the dining table with a quiet thud.

"Do you want to know how vicious I can be?" Strip." Under the venom of his voice, you couldn't help but obey, dragging the strap of your nightgown downwards, the silk material flowing down on your glossy skin.

He reaches out and drapes a silky cloth around your head, stopping you from witnessing what he was going to do to you.

Your back lies flat on the table, the cold soaking into every crevice of your flesh; you gasp as you feel a sharp cold metal trailing down, firm but soft enough not to penetrate your skin; you feel his finger dance over your slit, lips spreading open from the chill of his hands.

"Already wet?

He retorts, laughing at how pitiful you can be.

He draws the knife over the pulse point of your neck, your eyes widening, "Please don't," your tears drenching the fabric restricting your vision.

"If you even let out that voice, or take off that blindfold, one slash of this knife into your pulse point, and you'd be nothing but another life I take, you hear me?" He mumbles between clenched teeth, his self-control on the verge of slipping out the window.

You can feel his fingers digging into your cunt as he curls it, directly hitting your g-spot; your mouth opens with a silent scream, your back arching, making the knife drive further into your pulse. You bite your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds. 

"Would you look at that?" Tartaglia was correct, your pussy is really tight, isn't it, my love? " He coos, phony affection oozing from his mouth, his lips planting a sweet kiss on your navel as his fingers thrust inside you."

He comes to a halt, a thrill coursing through your veins from what he's about to do next. You can hear his clothing ruffle as he reaches for your hand, guiding it over to his length, wrapping it around as his hands wrap around yours, he grunts, you can't help but worry because his length feels so enormous in your hands, it's going to tear you apart, you can't stop the tears that wracked through your mouth from worrying.

“Oh didn’t I tell you to shut up? Are you scared? Go on, speak.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

"You're not going to fit!" "It'll hurt," you whispered, your pout brushing your lips as he laughed at you.

"It will." As he plows his entire length inside you, you can't help but cry audibly, the searing agony leaving swiftly as he pulls out and smashes back in, a frantic rhythm, the knife pushing on your pulse point once more as he threatens, "Remember what I said you, I wouldn't want to waste such a gorgeous face and tight cunt." You nod fiercely, your teeth digging against the bottom of your plush lips.

His thumb circles on your puffy clit, making you clench around his dick tightly, He grunts and sends out low moans, turning you on even more as you feel your high approaching, your cum rimming at the base of his dick.

"Hold it," he says as you toss back your head, your brows knitting together in frustration.

As you come undone from the incredible sensation of being filled by him, he lets out a melodic groan, ropes of cum decorating the inside of your slippery walls.

"Keep it in, don't waste it; you're going to have my baby, aren't you?"