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ushiwakatrash · 5 months ago

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addicted to you

summary: Kirishima Eijiro's pretty positive he’s going to hell. You can’t listen to your buddy’s girlfriend cum that many times and not be on a one-way ticket to the fiery pits of doom. When he's at the end of his rope, one night might change the dynamic of his relationship with you. pairing: bakugou x reader x kirishima wc: 1.6k content warnings: smut mdni, threesome dynamics, fem!reader, dirty talk, degradation, voyeurism, oral, m!receiving, kirishima's raging size kink

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"Oh god, Kats..."

It should be fucking illegal for walls to be this thin, Kirishima thinks, staring up at his ceiling, willing his dick to soften. This is the fifth night in a row that he’s heard your guts getting rearranged by his best friend, and it’s starting to take a toll on the pro hero.

“Yeah, baby? Too much for ya?”

A soft groan emits from Kirishima’s throat at the high-pitched whine you make in response.

It’s not gentlemanly of him at all, but he pictures how gorgeous your face must look right now, mouth hanging open, eyes rolled up in your head—

"Not enough," he hears you shoot back.

He slams the pillow over his face and rolls onto his belly, rutting his dick across the mattress in one long drag.

Fuck.

When he first heard you two have sex, he really tried to do the respectable thing and not listen, he swears. When noise-canceling headphones didn't cut it, he went on long walks the minute you and Bakugou disappeared behind closed doors. It’s made for some very awkward late-night convenience store runs.

He lifts the pillow from his face. No noises sound from next door. He sighs. Time to address the raging cockstand in his pants, then.

The fantasy he conjures is familiar, well-worn. He starts in the middle this time, at the part where you’re already gagging on his dick, eyes welling with tears as be bullies his cock down your throat.

Kirishima grabs the lube from his nightstand and coats his palm. His hips buck into his hand as he works himself up and down, idly wondering how much of him you'd be able to take. He hates it, but the thought of your face scrunching up as you struggle to fit him all the way in shreds his sanity to ribbons.

"Kiri?" your voice sounds through the door while his hand is mid-stroke on his cock.

It’s like he summoned you.

"Yeah?" Even that minor syllable sounds like he’s fucking drugged.

"Can I come in please?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Are you fucking serious?

"Just a minute!" he shouts, shucking up his sweatpants and toweling off the mess between his thighs.

He hears Bakugou’s voice next. "Just let us in, idiot, she’s gotta ask you something."

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit—

He’s gonna die tonight. You’re probably outside thinking he’s a digusting pervert, in here fucking jerking off to you—what was he thinking?

Apparently not even the panic can make his dick cooperate though. He tucks it into the waistband of his pants and prays for a swift end.

When he opens the door, he expects to dodge a punch. But you’re standing there in a see-through red teddy, and all semblance of thought goes out the window.

“Did you finally hear me this time, Kiri?”

Huh?

He’s pretty sure he just splutters. Bakugou barks out a laugh behind you. "Told you this dummy was in denial, pretty girl."

His brain stumbles. "You wanted me to hear?"

You let out a husky giggle that goes straight to his groin. If possible, he gets harder.

"I like how you watch me, Kiri," you admit, eyes darting to his lips. His mouth goes dry. "I keep thinking about how you’d touch me."

He balls his hands into fists at his side to keep from hauling you onto his bed. "This is something you two have talked about?"

Bakugou has the audacity to look annoyed. "Doesn’t take a fuckin’ genius to figure it out. You’re always starin’ at her. Besides," he runs a hand straight down your back; you shiver and lean back into him. "Can’t deny this sweet thing much."

The good thing about being a pro hero is that you learn to adapt to situations quickly. Kirishima's brain is spinning with this new information, but he’s reacting before he realizes it, hand reaching out for your waist.

Your nipples tighten—he wants his tongue on them, sucking through the lace. He looks to Bakugou, but the man’s just sauntering into the room, settling into the desk chair with his legs kicked out, gray sweatpants tented.

“Go on, then.” He palms his cock. “Make her feel good like you’ve been wanting.”

Kirishima doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks you up and arranges you both on the bed, your thighs draped over his hips. You’re soaking wet; he can feel the slick dripping from your pussy fall on his stomach.

He’s so hard it hurts.

You’re not much better off, whimpering and rutting in his lap like a bitch in heat.

"Touch me, Kiri, please," you say, nosing at his neck and sucking on his pulse point. "Need your big hands on me."

God, you even beg cute.

His hands span up your back, pressing your tits into his chest and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You groan into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair, tugging at the strands.

"Wild little thing, aren’t you, baby?" Kirishima chuckles when you glare at him. "No judgment here, I fucking love it. Been listenin' to you long enough to have an idea of how you like it."

He looks over at Bakugou. "You just gonna watch?"

"Gotta make sure you do it right, Shitty-hair," he grits out, fist moving up and down. “Ya already need me to step in?”

Kirishima laughs under his breath. "Fuck you too, asshole." He cradles your face in one hand, tilting your lips up to his. "Come here, princess, let me see how hard I can make you cum, huh? Harder than he does?"

One breath against your clit and you’d probably scream for him right now. He can't help but puff out his chest a little at the thought.

Clothing comes off in a flurry. Every inch of skin exposed is a fucking godsend, more for him to touch, to caress.

When his cock bobs in between your bodies, he swears your mouth goes slack.

"Oh, Kiri," you breathe out, wrapping your hands around him. "You didn’t tell me you had such a pretty dick.” He chokes and rolls his hips into your fist. "You’re big, too. I don’t know if you’ll fit all the way."

He grunts. "Fuck baby, you can’t say shit like that to me, drives me fuckin’ crazy—"

The smile you give him is sinful. "I know." You shut him up by undulating your hips, sliding your pussy folds along the head of his cock.

"She's a little brat, Kiri, don't be afraid to put her in her place," Kirishima hears Bakugou say in the background. His voice is strained, husky. Both of you moan at the sound.

"Is that right, princess?" He nips at your mouth. "You think I'll give you whatever you want?"

You nod, the sweetest whine falling from your lips as he starts to inch his dick inside your quivering hole. You're so tight it's like your pussy can't decide if it wants to suck him in or spit it out.

"Stay fucking still," he growls, hold fast and hard on your hips. You squeal at his tone, gasping as he stretches you open, working the tip in and out.

Your hands scrabble at the sheets, his forearms, anything. He just holds you in place as your cunt gets sloppier and sloppier, lewd squelching noises filling the room.

"Kiri please just fuck me. Please, I've been thinking about it for weeks now—"

Bakugou kneels on the side of the mattress.

"You're mouthy tonight, baby. All because you're showing off for him?" He taps the side of your mouth. "Let's put that mouth to better use, yeah?"

If Kirishima wasn't about to bust his load, he sure as fuck is now, watching you greedily suck his best friend's dick as he works his into your sopping wet core.

When he finally bottoms out, the sound you make is pornographic, throat stuffed up with dick, humming out your pleasure...

"God that's so fucking hot, baby, look at you." He sets a rough, steady pace. Your tits bounce as your throat works to take Bakugou. Drool trickles down your chin; he wipes it away and squeezes your neck. It's driving him crazy, watching your tongue and lips work in tandem. "Takin' dick so well, there's a good girl."

Bakugou has a tight grip on the headboard, veins straining in his neck.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm close. Pinch her clit, Eiji, that'll make her cum quick. Get her there for me, let me see her fuckin' scream."

Kirishima rolls your bud between his fingers, and sure enough, your pussy starts clamping down on him. His rhythm gets erractic, wild. All he can think about is the sticky wet rush of slick between your legs, your channel milking his cock like you'd been waiting for weeks for it—

Bakugou slides out of your mouth with an obscene pop, spitting into his palm. "Dirty little slut, love getting used, don't ya?"

Kirishima keeps working your clit, dick jumping inside you. "There's our pretty girl, doing so well. Where do you want me to cum, honey? Can I cum here?"

He presses down on your tummy and pinches your clit at the same time. Slick gushes out of you.

"Cum in her, Kiri," he hears Bakugou bark out, hand speeding up. "I'll clean it up later, just wanna see you both cum with your dick in her."

It's embarassing, but that's really all he needs to hear before he's coming the hardest he ever has, cock twitching and pumping seed into you as Bakugou spends onto your tits.

Your own orgasm takes you over, bowing your back off the bed, mouth hanging open as incoherent babble falls from your lips. Kirishima fucks you through it, each small tremor of your subsequent orgasms like jolts of lightning.

He's pretty sure he knows the answer when he asks, "We get to do that again, right?"

You look at Bakugou, who just smirks. "Won't get rid of us that easily."

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ushiwakatrash · 9 months ago

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Doctor's Orders | [Wriothesley x Reader]

Summary: “Simply 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.” 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

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 you’re confused, and that the word you’re looking for is actually benevolence. But, you digress.)

It all starts a few weeks into your employment at the Fortress of Meropide.

You’d spotted a job listing for a “personal assistant” 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 Fontaine’s 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 you’d found yourself down on the ocean floor, waiting with a few other candidates outside the Duke’s office.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous—waiting there to meet the head honcho of the prison. That when he stepped out to call you inside for your interview—all tall and beefy and scarred—your heart didn’t nervously flutter inside your chest.

…but to your surprise, he’s actually much softer than he appears.

“So,” he says, sitting down across from you at his desk. He folds his arms and smiles at you. “Why should I hire you? ”

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 wasn’t until he asked—

“What benefit will I receive from picking you specifically?”

And you’d responded with—

“Errand girl.”

“What?”

“I can run errands for you. I’m sure the guards can be slow, going back and forth. But if you’re my direct employer, I can do whatever you want. Drop documents off, check in on things…pick up more tea.”

—that Wriothesley finally makes up his mind.

“Hmm. Very convincing.”

The next day, you receive a letter with the terms of your employment, and your official start date.

So, since then, you’ve been working for Wriothesley. Which is actually kind of…nice.

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.

…which Sigewinne notices.

You, of course, meet Sigewinne on your first day. Wriothesley makes a point of introducing you and showing you where the nurse’s 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 as…someone 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 you’re standing next to Wriothesley.

“Why is she doing that?” 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.

“She’s probably just double checking that you’re healthy,” Wriothesley responds, paying her no mind. “I often catch her staring at me, too. You must be growing on her.”

Despite his reassuring words, you can’t help but feel a little…put off…by the look in her eyes. Like she’s plotting something.

The second weird thing you notice is when you walk into the infirmary to drop off some herbs she’d asked for, and find her drawing. At first, you assume she’s doodling, since she seems kid-like a lot of the time.

But instead, when you lean over her shoulder and look, you see that she’s writing words. A big, black “DO NOT DISTURB”...with pink hearts and a few flowers drawn around it.

“What’s that for?” you ask her, forcing a smile.

“Oh! It’s just for a project I’m working on,” she responds, swiveling in her chair to face you. She happily kicks her feet, her eyes darting to the herbs you’re carrying with you.

“Ah, are those what I asked for? Thank you!”

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.

“You’re welcome,” you respond, taking a small step backwards. “If that’s all, I’ll keep working on the rest of the tasks on my list—”

“Wait,” she says, grabbing your wrist. You instantly freeze, your eyes going wide as you turn back to face her. There’s a serious look on her face.

“How do you feel about Wriothesley?”

Her question makes your heart skip—heat rising on your skin.

“What?”

She doesn’t bother elaborating or giving you context, just waits for you to respond. You cough a little, feeling awkward, and wondering what kind of answer she’s looking for.

“Well…I mean. I think he’s a good boss. He’s friendly, and devoted to his job. He runs the prison well.”

Sigewinne nods, but doesn’t comment. Just keeps…staring.

Feeling pressured, you force yourself to think of more to say.

“Um…he’s deserving of his title and the respect he garners. I…enjoy speaking with him? Like when he invites me to partake in tea breaks. I dunno…he just kinda reminds me of a big, fluffy puppy. He looks scary but he’s actually pretty…cute, y’know?”

Finally, Sigewinne smiles. She takes your hand in her tiny ones, giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you for answering my question. You can go now.”

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.

“Thank you for coming!” she says as you enter the room. You flash her a smile, taking a seat in one of the open chairs around the table.

“Of course!”

“Sigewinne has a tea she wants us both to try,” Wriothesley explains, a fond look in his eyes as he watches the resident nurse flit around—pouring hot water into the teacups that have been set out.

You nod.

“I see.”

“Although, I don’t know why you won’t just steep the tea in the pot,” Wriothesley complains to her, just as Sigewinne places individual tea bags in each cup. “Are we not all being served the same tea?”

She cutely huffs.

“For your information, no we are not. Your and Y/N’s tea is unique.”

“Oh?” Wriothesley leans forward to look into the teacups as the colors from the herbs begin to bleed into the water. “What’s so unique about it?”

“You’ll see,” she responds with a playful look, one that causes Wriothesley to amusedly raise his eyebrows. However, he doesn’t say anything more—simply waiting for the tea to appropriately steep.

“...are you using the herbs I brought you?”

You can’t help but notice the smell wafting from the cup in front of you is a little familiar. Sigewinne nods.

“Wow! I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Ah, so this must be the reason you wanted me to lend you Y/N for a task the other day,” Wriothesley chimes in, his icy blue eyes once again shifting to Sigewinne.

“Do I get to know what herbs you requested Y/N to bring you, exactly?”

The resident nurse shakes her head, quietly laughing when Wriothesley sighs and deflates back into his chair.

“It’s meant to be a surprise! I want to see what you think about the taste without knowing the ingredients.”

“I suppose that’s fair.”

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 declares—

“Okay, they’ve steeped long enough. Go ahead!”

“Finally,” 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.

“Hmm…”

He frowns, his brows pinching as he tries to discern the flavors he’s tasting.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you take a sip from your own cup—wincing as the hot liquid accidentally burns your tongue.

“So?” Sigewinne prompts, staring excitedly between the two of you.

“It’s…pleasant,” you respond, clearly not as big of a tea connoisseur as the Duke. “It has a hint of sweetness.”

“It tastes like a Rainbow Rose smells,” Wriothesley adds, taking another sip. His gaze slides to you. “Did you pick some for her?”

You shake your head.

“No, I didn’t. Or…at least I didn’t pick any fresh ones. I did go to a vendor and purchase something in a bottle that looked like crushed, pink dust.”

Sigewinne cutely laughs.

“As expected of you, Your Grace. Yes, one of the ingredients is dried Rainbow Rose petals. Do you like it?”

Wriothesley makes a pleased sound.

“I do. The taste is light, but pleasant—like Y/N said.”

“Good! I want both of you to drink up.”

Sigewinne finally picks up her own tea, and you can’t help but notice the difference in color when compared to yours and Wriothesley’s. She really is drinking something different…but why?

“Aye aye, captain,” 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 conversation—catching 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 can’t help but notice you feel…warm. A heat that spreads out from your stomach, and slowly creeps into your limbs.

You’ve never felt this way before but…maybe the tea is just extra hot today?

You glance up to Wriothesley and notice that he’s a little flushed as well. Which is…reassuring? You think. Since you’re obviously not the only one affected.

“Oh! Y/N!”

Sigewinne’s sudden call of your name draws you from your thoughts, and you look over at her. She smiles.

“I forgot to ask, but are you dating anyone?”

“Sigewinne,” Wriothesley gently scolds. He leans forward and sets his teacup on the table, the cup now empty.

His tone practically says “It’s not appropriate to ask questions like that” without actually saying it. Sigewinne pouts.

“Aww, c’mon. We’re all friends here! I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”

Hearing that the melusine considers you to be a friend, you decide to grace her with an answer—ignoring the tingling of the taste buds on your tongue.

“No, I am not seeing anyone,” you inform her with a polite smile. Sigewinne nods happily at your answer, which makes your smile waver.

Is she happy you’re single?? Ouch.

“Okay, good,” she says. “I’d feel a little bad, otherwise.”

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.

There’s sweat beading on his brow.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” she responds. “To give you two some privacy.”

You and Wriothesley glance at each other, mirroring each other’s confusion.

Your tummy starts to ache.

“Why are you leaving us alone, exactly?”

Stopping just in front of the office doors, Sigewinne turns on her heel to face the two of you. There’s a smug grin on her face.

“This is what happens when you don’t follow doctor’s orders.”

You frown, raising a hand to your chest, wondering why your heart is suddenly racing.

What’s this about doctor’s orders?

You glance over at Wriothesley…only to see that he’s frozen in shock—his eyes wide with realization.

His pants feel too tight.

“Sigewinne, you did not—”

There’s 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 pistol—a tranquilizing bullet hitting him square in the chest, where a little patch of skin is showing.

He makes a noise of surprise, and quickly flops back into his chair to avoid falling on the floor—his limbs immediately going numb.

“Sigewinne!” you gasp. You’re not sure what’s going on, but the fact that she’d just shot Wriothesley is…

“It’s okay,” she says with a little sigh. “The effect will wear off in a few minutes. And…I’m sorry I scared you. Let me explain…”

She holsters her gun and smiles at you, trying to calm you down.

“As 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, I’ve noticed him becoming more… irritable.”

“Sigewinne…,” Wriothesley mumbles, but the girl waves him off.

“After 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 that’s simply not true. So…when you started working here, and I saw how well the two of you were getting along, I…got an idea.”

Sigewinne glances over at Wriothesley, noticing how he’s begun to shift his boots against the floor.

Her tranquilizers won’t be in effect much longer. They never work as well on people Wriothesley’s size…

So, she decides to cut to the chase.

Reaching into her pocket, Sigewinne pulls out the DO NOT DISTURB sign you’d seen her making the other day. She holds it in front of her, and beams at you.

“Simply 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.”

“You…you drugged us?” you gape, completely thrown by everything she��s just told you. She immediately gets defensive, her cheeks puffing.

“I medicated you,” she corrects. “And in the end, I’m only acting as a doctor. This all could have been avoided if Your Grace had just taken care of his own needs, as I’d insisted. Since he didn’t, I could only logically assume it's because it’s his preference to have a partner, rather than going at it solo. So, if you want to blame anyone for this, please blame him.”

“Sigewinne—”

Gripping the arms of his chair, Wriothesley breathes out a heavy sigh and begins to push himself up. You can’t help but notice his face is much redder now, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment, the effects of the drugs, or both.

Seeing that Wriothesley has nearly regained his strength, Sigewinne hurries to exit his office.

“Anyway! 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!”

Wriothesley opens his mouth to say something, but his words catch in his throat the second Sigewinne opens his office door. He doesn’t want anyone outside of his office walls to hear him or know what’s going on.

“I’ll hang this sign on the door,” Sigewinne continues, her voice hushing. “So no one comes in while you two are…busy. Just remove it once you’re done, okay? Have fun!”

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.

"I…apologize 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's…not 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 claustrophobic…

"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 you…hard? Is that why you're not turning around?"

"It's…pretty bad," Wriothesley admits, his shoulder sagging in defeat. "I don't know what all was in that tea but…as an aphrodisiac, it's doing its job."

"Yeah…," 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 desperation…yet .

So, you think of something else to carry the conversation in the meantime.

"So…Sigewinne 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 little…impeded.

"If I'm being frank—yes, I do. You've been…a 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, but…you'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 good—"

"And there you go again," Wriothesley laughs. He steps behind the chair he'd been sitting in previously, and then finally turns to face you—the back of the chair tall enough that his lower half is out of sight.

"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.

"C’mon 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 you…"

"That’s 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 sides—a deep-seated need slowly sinking its claws into him.

You sigh.

"I just…told her that you're a good boss, and are deserving of your titles and the respect you garner…"

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 big…cute…puppy."

For a moment, Wriothesley can only stare at you. Then, he throws his head back and laughs.

Embarrassed, you plant your palms on your thighs and push to your feet, instinctively wanting to run away…only to realize that your legs have gone weak.

With a distraught noise, you flop back into your chair.

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 aphrodisiac…you'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, but…I think my dick is gonna explode soon, so I'll just come out and ask."

You swallow, anticipating his next words.

"Would you be…interested in having sex?"

Your body shivers in excitement at the idea, the lustful part of your brain screaming at you to jump him already.

"I…would," you admit, managing to keep it together. Wriothesley's entire body jolts impatiently at your words, but he’s able to keep himself grounded.

"I don't think I'll be able to survive…this without some relief. And…I trust you. So…"

"So we're in agreement," Wrioslethely supplies, waiting for your confirmation. You nod your head.

"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, you’re groaning into him—your arms wrapping around his neck and his hands finding the backs of your thighs. He lifts you from your chair easily—your chests pressing together as he holds you close.

You’ve always been acutely aware of how large Wriothesley is, but you don’t think it fully sinks in until now—as 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.

You’re forced to break the kiss as he does so, but the second the fabric has been discarded, you’re tangling your fingers in his hair and dragging him in for another.

Your action evokes a pleased little rumble inside his chest.

“You taste sweet,” he mumbles, his palm roaming over the exposed skin of your back. The warmth of his skin against yours makes you ache.

“It’s probably the aphrodisiac,” you reply breathlessly, a shiver raking your spine when you feel his fingers toy at the waistband of your pants.

“Hmm, shall we posit your theory?”

Before you can even think to ask what he means, the room is spinning—too many things happening at once. However, it’s nearly impossible to miss the feel of your pants being shucked down your legs.

When everything settles, you find that you’re no longer chest to chest with Wriothesley, but rather, face to dick.

“Wh—”

Your cheeks heat up as you finally digest the position he’s put you in—your ass in his face, and his crotch in yours—his body now firmly planted in a chair as he spreads his thighs and makes himself comfortable.

“Wriothesley!” 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, you’re fairly helpless to do anything—completely at his mercy as he locks his arms around your legs and grips your ass in his hands.

“Hm?” 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 pants—begging for more friction.

“I’m just testing your theory, like I said,” 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.

“If you think it’s the aphrodisiac making you sweet, let’s see if it’s also having that effect elsewhere—”

Before you can protest, Wriothesley is tugging the crotch of your underwear aside—his 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 action—noting the way your body writhes against his hold. His fingers grip your ass tighter, his brows furrowing as he presses his tongue inside your entrance—your arousal quickly coating his taste buds.

“Yep,” he mutters after a moment, his voice tight and his throat bobbing as he harshly swallows. “You taste…addicting.”

His words have your cunt squeezing around nothing, although he quickly dives back in and rectifies that problem—stretching your walls out around his tongue.

“Fuck…,” 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 it—a whine escaping you as the desire inside of you sears white hot.

And yet, despite the way Wriothesley presses on—groaning into your pussy as he eats you out—you’d be remiss to forget about the fact that he’s 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 forearms—your 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.

…only to have his freed cock immediately spring up and smack you in the face.

Your eyes go wide, and in normal circumstances, you’d 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 doesn’t even notice. And, too amazed by the sheer size of Wriothesley’s dick as you finally lean your head back and get a good look at him, you don’t bother saying anything.

No, instead you simply part your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouth—sucking lightly, your tongue teasing at his slit. The groan that’s immediately torn from his throat is involuntary—the sound becoming muffled by your pussy as he momentarily stops to savor the feeling of your mouth on his dick—your 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 fervor—your 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 Wriothesley’s cock. Saliva drips down his length, his pre-cum smearing against your tongue, and you can’t help but moan.

Everything feels so good—from Wriothesley’s tongue on your cunt, to the way his cock fills up your mouth…

“Fuck,” 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 stays—his 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 him—trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure he intends to give—but 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.

“I…,” 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.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he pants. “Let’s cum together.”

You feel his cock throb against your tongue, and, dutifully, you do your best to continue sucking him off—your 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 grasp—his 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 undone—your body writhing in his hold. You go brainless almost immediately, the strength in your arms wavering, and Wriothesley’s cock stuffing into your cheek—your hot breath fanning over his length.

Luckily, the vulgarity of the entire situation is enough to push Wriothesley over the finish line—his dick painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. And to his surprise, once he’s spent, you actually pull your head back, close your lips, and swallow.

Shit, he thinks.

His dick is just starting to soften, and yet somehow, it’s also already getting hard again.

There’s a few beats of quiet that are filled only with the sound of you and Wriothesley panting. Then, once he’s caught his breath, he says—

“Let’s get you right side up.”

—and the world spins again.

Honestly, the fact that he can manhandle you this easily is criminal.

“You okay?” 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 you’ve been afflicted with is clearly less, now that you and Wriothesley have both gotten off. But…even despite that, you still feel hot and tingly. Like you want more.

You glance down at his lap.

“Mmm. Seems like you’re in the same predicament as me.”

“Think you can handle another round?” he asks. You meet his eyes, playfully raising your eyebrows.

“I’m almost tempted to say no, and see what you do.”

Wriothesley rolls his eyes, his hands grabbing your waist, and in the next moment, you find yourself slung over his shoulder.

“Hey—!” you protest, attempting to look at him, but he only caresses your ass with his free hand.

“If you have that much spunk left in you, you can handle another round,” he says, carrying you down the nearby staircase, to the floor below his office. “But, I’ll be kind this time and make you more comfortable.”

His boots echo against the metal floor as he walks, and for a second, you wonder where exactly he’s 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 you’d never pondered before now where the Master of the prison actually sleeps.

“Here we are.”

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 he’s 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.

By the time he’s finished—his erect cock once again sitting heavy between his legs—you’re practically drooling at the sight of him.

His lips twitch into a little smile.

“I’m happy to know that you like what you see. However, in the time I spent undressing myself, you couldn’t be bothered to remove what little clothing you have left? C’mon now, are you waiting for me to wrestle you out of them?”

Still feeling cheeky, you flash him a grin.

“Hm, I’d like to see you try.”

Wriothesley immediately cocks an eyebrow, his eyes glinting at the challenge you’ve just issued, and your attitude wavers, realizing what it is you’ve done. You open your mouth to say you’re only teasing—your hands already raising behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra—but it’s too late.

In one swift motion, Wriothesley grabs your ankle and twists you onto your stomach—his weight settling above you as he kneels onto the bed. You shiver when his knuckles brush against your skin—his fingers swiftly undoing your bra.

“You’re just a little brat, aren’t you…”

He speaks the words fondly, with a hint of amusement, and yet, they still go straight to your cunt.

“Don’t say things like that,” 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.

“Why? Because you like it too much?”

He discards your panties on the floor along with the rest of the clothes you’d both shed, and then grabs your knees, forcing you to spread your legs, so he can properly settle between them.

Another blush rises on your face at his words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. At your lack of response, Wriothesely continues.

“In my understanding, brats tend to like it a little rougher, so…”

His hands ghost up your thighs, to your hips, and he grips you tightly—forcing your lower half off the bed until you’re propped up on your knees—his cock sitting heavy against your ass.

“...what say we continue like this, hm?”

Bracing yourself on your forearms, you turn your head back to look at him—your body tensing as you watch him fist his cock and drag it downward, between the lips of your pussy.

His icy eyes catch yours.

“Any objection?”

“...no,” you mumble, your fingers anticipatedly fisting in the sheets.

Wriothesley nods—

“Good.”

—and then presses the head of his cock inside you.

Immediately, you drop your forehead against the mattress—willing 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 inch—the girth of his cock positively delicious as he forces your cunt to stretch to accommodate him.

It’s so much that by the time he’s fully seated inside of you, your body is shaking—your 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 slow—to give you a little more time to adjust to him.

And honestly, he’d love to take his time in general—to 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 it’s not long before he’s moving faster—little gasps and whines finding their way past your lips as he begins fucking you back onto his cock.

“Ahh…seriously you’re…so fucking tight,” he curses. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip—his 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.

“Wrio, I—,” you can’t even get the words out, your brain short-circuiting. You can’t think straight anymore—not with his cock rubbing you in all the right spots, making a mess of your insides, and quickly rocketing you towards another—

Wait, no, it’s only been a minute—!

“Fuck! ”

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 you—your pussy spasming around Wriothesley’s dick.

The last of your strength officially drained, you collapse forward onto the mattress, your cheek smushing into the covers.

…however, Wriothesley doesn’t allow your lower half to fall along with the rest of you—his hold on your hips keeping your twitching pussy firmly planted on his still-hard dick.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he reminds you, his cock continuing to languidly drag between your walls, drawing out the tail end of your pleasure.

You can’t 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 hair—coaxing your head off the mattress so he can kiss you.

The kiss is messy, but sweet—the angle of your bodies forcing his cock deeper inside of you, his hips completely flush against your ass.

“You’re doing so good,” 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 skin—his teeth nipping at the nape of your neck.

His actions successfully get you to relax—your 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 along—purposefully flexing the walls of your pussy as he fucks you. However, in doing so, you accidentally start yourself down the path of yet another orgasm…

Feeling the familiar, aching pleasure beginning to build inside of you once again, you quickly stop what you’re doing. You think that a third orgasm honestly might kill you, but…it’s 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.

“No, Wrio, I…I can’t. I—”

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 hair—pulling your head back so he can kiss you. His lips swallow up your worries.

“You can,” he insists, his voice whispering in your ear, and his hot breath fanning over your skin.

“I want you to cum with me, pretty girl. You can do it.”

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 mattress—pursuing his orgasm with abandon. A groan leaves his mouth at the way your pussy starts clamping on his dick once again—tightening up with each pass of his fingers across your clit—your pussy slick and messy with your own arousal.

Unable to think straight, you can only hold on for dear life—clinging to his sheets like a lifeline. You can’t even process the sounds that are coming out of your own mouth—a damned, desperate symphony moans.

To Wriothesley, it all sounds like a siren's cry—beckoning him closer to the edge.

“Shit,” he pants, feeling his cock throb, and his balls tighten. The motion of his fingers on your clit quickens—your toes curling as the coil of pleasure in your tummy continues to wind—so 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.

“So good for me…,” he breathes, his hips smacking into your ass. His broad strokes deteriorate into needy rutting, and the sensation has you quite literally sobbing—his cock now incessantly grinding into your g-spot.

You can’t take it anymore.

Shoving your face into the mattress, you bite the sheets and scream—your entire body shaking as you cum for a third time, your cunt milking around Wriothesley’s cock.

He curses at the feeling, his face burying in your neck. Wrapping his arms around you, he hugs you to his body—fucking inside of you a few more times before finally joining you in ecstasy.

His teeth sink into you as his orgasms peaks, a heady groan muffled against your skin as his balls empty—pumping you full of his cum.

It’s not until the intensity of his pleasure has died down that Wriothesley ultimately releases you from his hold—your 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 you—his arm curling around your waist as he tugs you back against him. His tongue immediately begins lapping at the bite mark he’d inflicted, attempting to soothe the sting.

After a few seconds, you begin shaking, and Wriothesley immediately pauses, scared that he’s hurt you in some way.

…only to realize that you’re laughing.

“...puppy…”

He props himself up, glancing at you.

“What?”

“You really are like a puppy,” you giggle, your finger lifting to brush a stray tear from your eye. “The way you bit me, and then immediately started licking at it in apology. So cute…”

You break into another tiny fit of laughter, and Wriothesley rolls his eyes, yet can’t help cracking a smile.

“Well, I’m glad to know I didn’t break you, at the very least.”

His hand rubs against your waist.

“...right?”

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.

“I’m not broken, no. Just…sore. And gross. And sweaty.”

Wriothesley chuckles.

“Well, I think I can rectify some of those issues. I do have a bathroom, with a tub.”

“Wow,” 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 don’t move.

“My…limbs feel like jello,” 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.

“Whatever shall I do with you,” 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.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things you can do. The first of which is helping me into the bath once it’s ready.”

Wriothesley quietly chuckles. Returning to your side, he takes your hand, and brings it to his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once the tub has filled, the Duke keeps true to his word—once 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 relief—sinking back against Wriothesley’s 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.

…then, you start to notice something beginning to grow—pressing at your back.

“...really? Is the aphrodisiac still getting to you that much?”

“No,” he admits after a beat, leaning forward to kiss your neck. “I think this one is actually all me.”

You roll your eyes, but nonetheless crane your head to the side—allowing him access to more of your skin as his mouth begins to wander.

“I thought I made it clear that my limbs are jello right now.”

“I can work with that,” he responds, and you feel him grin. His hand slowly trails down your stomach, and between your legs.

“I’ll do all the work. You just get to make pretty sounds and feel good.”

His fingers slide between the folds of your pussy, and you jolt as he passes over your overly-sensitive clit. But seriously…how are you going to say no to him?

“What am I going to do with you?” you sigh, echoing his earlier words. His chest rumbles with laughter, and he grabs your chin with his free hand—turning your head so he can kiss you.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things.”

The next morning, you find yourself in a back in your clothes, standing beside Wriothesley just inside his office door.

“I’ll go first,” you say, to which he nods. “I have some errands to run anyway. You can wait a minute and then come out after me.”

“Sounds good.”

The two of you stare at each other for a second, before you finally square your shoulders, and reach for the door handle.

Before you can twist it, Wriothesley catches your wrist. When you look back at him, you find that there’s a blush on his cheeks.

“So, I’ll…see you later?”

His suddenly bashful demeanor causes you to smile. Pressing onto your toes, you cup his cheeks and softly kiss him. He immediately grabs your waist—deepening the kiss.

“You’ll see me later,” you promise.

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 door—preparing to venture into the main area of the fortress, and make his normal rounds.

…however, 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 jumps—Sigewinne standing right in front of him.

“So,” she says, a pleased grin on her face. “How’d it go?”

Narrowing his eyes, Wriothesley only stares ahead, and walks past her. She easily follows after him.

“The fact that you’re out and about this early in the day means something likely happened between you and Y/N.”

“No comment,” 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.

“As your doctor, it’s my recommendation that you continue to regularly relieve your stress. So, are you going to be dutifully carrying out my orders from now on?”

Wriothesley makes a little face, glancing away from her.

“...maybe.”

Sigewinne smiles.

That’s good enough for her.

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the bodyguard

— Kirishima gets assigned to be the bodyguard to one of the worlds greatest idols: you. —

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pairing: bodyguard!kirishima eijirou x idol!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, brat taming, authority kink, spanking, blowjob, slapping, choking, brat taming, brat!reader, modern!au, no quirks, bodyguard!kirishima, idol!reader, PTSD portrayal, anxiety, war flashbacks, implied minor character death, drugging, alcohol consumption, size difference: kirishima is 2 feet taller than you, regardless of the reader’s original height. If you’re 6 ft congrats he’s 8 ft.

word count: 20,500

a/n: this is for the bnharem collab…. im so sorry, it’s 4:30 am and I have a plane to catch in 2 hours to get back to school. thank you jo for proofreading this for me because lol I am a mess. if the paragraph spacing did not work as I wish it does, please let me know so I can go in and edit in visible paragraph spacers!

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“I’ll be okay.”

The smell of dirt, sweat, and blood clung to the air.

The sun was setting, its blood-red shine illuminating against the destroyed earth, making the already bloodied soil even bloodier.

There was no telling if the land was quiet, if the reason why the world’s silence was because the world just for this moment had gone silent, or if the earlier explosions were still ringing in his ears.

Kirishima sat wounded, his back pressed to the wall, his eyes wide, breathing erratic. He can’t move, can’t bother picking up the gun that lays abandoned by his knee as warm, sticky liquid spills onto his clothed knees and continues to soak the fabric of his jeans.

What had he done?

What in the fucking world had he done?!

BOOM!

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I'm guessing the range of words to be 4-5k.

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ushiwakatrash · 1 year ago

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touya and shoto’s friends

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The Dekusquad as roommates

According to the new rules, UA has decided to place two people per room.

(This deviates from the original plot line)

See the Bakusquad version here.

Midoriya Izuku 緑谷出久

Biggest sweetheart

He's honestly a breath of fresh air and is actually very chill as a roomie

He is very considerate of you and is like an older brother at times (maybe kinda like a dad too)

You both have cute little study sessions when exams are nearing

has a very comforting aura that soothes your soul

gives the best hugs especially during a draining day or just when you need it

Is very accepting of everything you do like belting high notes in the shower (he snickers when your voice cracks)

or when you're doing a full on dance routine and he catches you mid act, he just drops his things and vibes with you

Unlike him, you struggle with waking up in the morning and once you are awake, you see him fully dressed, preparing his things for the day

He was the one who woke you up by the way

You rush to take a shower and hear him shout that he's leaving first

When you get out of the bathroom you see your bed made, on top is an apple with a little note attached to it

"HURRY UP!!! ♡"

Iida Tenya 飯田天哉

oh god why him

unlike Deku, this mf had a stick up his a-

he was okay BUT THE NAGGING HAS TO STOP

What surprised you is that he was actually good at listening to your concerns and would ask if you wanted either comfort or solutions to your problems

After Iida being your free personal therapist for a while you both started to open up to each other naturally and he used you as his free personal therapist as well

The nagging dies down when you finally start going along with Iida's antics and honestly, he was useful at times

When he gets unbearable you threaten to break one of his glasses on display (you gotta do what you gotta do)

he gives in but looks at you with a stink eye

Screams at you for leaving clothes on chairs

Todoroki Shouto 轟焦凍

Is doing nothing and just being there the new definition of chill?

that ain't chill, that's just... cold ( ´ཀ` )

The first week he said absolutely NOTHING to you. Just fixed exactly half of the room the way he wanted, old traditional Japanese-style.

Like how did he even do this in a day

The next few weeks were the same but you both occasionally nod at each other just to acknowledge the other's presence

One night you were up and struggled to wrap your head around a topic in your history class which reduced you to tears

Shouto noticed this and headed to your desk to give you awkward but comforting head pats

"which part's giving you a hard time? let me help you."

after passing the test thanks to you roomie's help, you treated him to cold soba the next day (he gladly accepted)

since that day, you started talking more and hanging out more

after MONTHS he finally told you that he was lucky to have you as a friend

and maybe has a slight crush on you but you don't have to know that

(Izuku gives him away though by giggling or sending knowing glances when he talks to you)

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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ushiwakatrash · 1 year ago

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The Bakusquad as Roommates

A/N: Hey babes, it's been a while! I've been so busy will college so I really couldn't write. But, yeah, I'm (kinda) back <3333

!Warning!: smoking (weed too)

According to the new rules, UA has decided to place two people per room.

(This deviates from the original plot line)

See the Dekusquad version here.

Bakugou Katsuki 爆豪勝己

Did not like the thought of sharing his space with someone random but as per UA's orders, what choice did he have?

Very clean and very strict about house rules

Will constantly nag about how you can't do chores right

Your first weeks were a disaster. He was so scary and so intimidating, you thought he was the concentrated essence of evil

He's blunt and mean, but you figure out he just has a hard time expressing himself

One morning, he cooked breakfast for you but went with lame excuses like "I accidentally cooked too much." or "You look dead so fuckin' eat!"

Since then you went along with his shitty excuses and used them when giving him dinner

"Bakugou, you can have this 'cause I don't feel like eating anymore." or "They looked good so I bought twice as much for, uh, no reason at all."

Seeing your efforts in trying to be a good roomie, he warmed up to you eventually

Now y'all just argue like an old couple

Kirishima Eijirou 切島鋭児郎

Looks tough, but he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

A literal angel

Day 1: friends

Day 2: besties

Day 3: you would take a bullet for him

He’s kinda messy and his punching bag takes a lot of space but hey, no one’s perfect

He always waits for you before he eats, and always saves you a plate when you’re running late because of extra training

You seek each other for comfort. Especially when Kiri feels insecure about how his quirk isn’t flashy or how he thinks it won’t make him a top hero one day

You, of course, would never want or let him think that way. It will never be a chore to remind him how he’s so strong and sturdy and how his muscles are hot

You know how much potential he has so if you have to repeat it a thousand times again and again, so be it

MUST PROTECT THIS CINNAMON ROLL

Kaminari Denki 上鳴電気

Had the idea of the old ‘bucket of water on top of the door’ prank as a big welcome to his roomie

What he didn’t calculate is that you have very sharp and fast reflexes.

Before the bucket falls on you, you hit it and the water splashes on Denki

Both of you were stunned at first but you recovered quickly and said “feeling cold, sparky?” with such a smug smirk

His face instantly got red and he stormed out of the room with comical tears shouting ‘MEANIE!!’

An hour later he returns, 2 popsicles in his hands. He hands you one as an apology and both of you reconcile, even if it’s his entire fault

You both get in trouble for blasting heavy metal at 3 in the morning MULTIPLE TIMES

The two of you made an agreement to do this ritual with headphones on because Mr. Aizawa had threatened to make you switch rooms

Sero Hanta 瀬呂範太

Ah, the potheads unite

It was a secret that you tried to keep under wraps but your roomie figured you out instantly

At first you both just shared vapes, trying out different flavors the both of you would buy

until you saw a bag in the bathroom that had an oh so familiar scent

You confronted Sero about it but he just gave you a 'what's the big deal' look so you shrugged it off

a few nights later he invited you for a session and you obliged, only if he kept it hush

this has been a routine since you could remember and Aizawa has never suspected you. I don't know about Mr. tape man though.

Ashido Mina 芦戸三奈

There was no adjustment period for the both of you whatsoever

You both became instant besties and shared EVERYTHING

from skincare to clothes to maybe thongs at times but hey, girls do that shit

As if being roommates wasn't enough, you still hung out after class hours

Mina has been your greatest support system especially with boy trouble

Break a man's heart and she's as proud as any mother could be

Your heart is broken? A tub of ice cream and shitty movies are ready for you

She loves you like her own sister and constantly worries for you

Honestly the best roomie in town

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

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ushiwakatrash · 1 year ago

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Part 2 here!

'Fuck.'

It had been just two nights since you'd given him head in the dark of his dorm room, and Bakugo hadn't been able to rid his mind of the sensation ever since.

He knew it was stupid to even agree to it. You were the one girl in class he felt comfortable enough to talk about anything with. Be it grades, his fears and even more sexual topics. It also helped that he knew you wouldn't ever judge him for anything.

You were his closest friend; more so than Kirishima. And he liked that... he liked that he has someone he could trust with his life, someone he could relate with so effortlessly.

And you felt the same way with him. You told him everything; every little secret, every dirty detail, and he never laughed or judged.

Which was why you both were in his room, many hours past his bedtime, sitting opposite each other on his bed as you recounted your most recent almost-sexual endeavor.

"-and it was so awkward cause it was just hanging there in my face and I didn't know what to do." You groaned out, with your body hunched over, face covered with your palms as you recounted your experience in the school's storage room with a General Studies boy you'd been seeing casually.

Bakugo chuckled at your demeanor from where he was. "Yeah then maybe you should have stopped him when you saw him undoing his fucking belt."

You glared at him through the cracks between your fingers.

"Seriously," he laughed. "If you didn't wanna give him head, you should have told him the moment you entered the closet."

You groaned and fell back unto his bed. "The thing is I want to do it."

You turned your head to stare up at Bakugo.

"So why didn't you?"

You groaned again. "I don't know. I mean... look, I wanna be able to make the guy I like feel good, you understand. And I really thought I wanted to give him head, but then he was pulling his jeans down- and I was getting cold feet and then he pulled down his boxers and I wanted to run away right then....

"But I pushed through- and I got down... and it was just staring at my face and-"

"Maybe you just don't wanna do it." Bakugo raised his brow, cutting you off from your rambling.

You frowned. "Maybe. I mean, I think about giving head...and I wanna do it, and then I get an opportunity and I panic. You're probably right."

There was silence for a moment, before Bakugo shifted in his position, pulling his knees higher up, closer to his body, and leaning his forward.

"Or maybe... you don't wanna do it with him."

You furrowed your brows. "Meaning..? I don't really like him or what?"

Bakugo shrugged, "I mean, do you?"

You began sitting up. "Don't I?"

"Come on, Y/N." He raised a brow, giving you an unimpressed look, "You don't even text him unless he texts you."

"Yeah because he's always texting me."

"See! You even say it like you're frustrated." Bakugo jutted his arms out at you.

You paused, sitting up and pondering it.

Bakugo groaned. "Listen, I know you, okay? You- frankly, you're horny... more so than most people-"

You scowled at him.

"-and the fact that you don't even let him put his hands under your fucking skirt most times should tell you that you're probably not all that sexually attracted to him."

You stared at Bakugo, eyes narrowed as you began to see his point. "I guess you're on to something."

"Look," he began, "I honestly think you're just with him because of how aggressively he pursued you. And that's fucking dumb."

You pouted. "I guess... so now I have to find someone else to practice head with."

"Why do you wanna learn how to give head?" He laughed.

"Cause the girls were talking about giving head one time and I wanna be able to join in conversations." I groaned out, exasperated, and flopped back unto your back.

Bakugo took a moment to look you over, before adjusting his shorts and clearing his throat.

"I can give you pointers if you want."

Silence.

"What?" You mumbled, sitting back up, with your weight on your palms and narrowing your eyes at him.

He scowled at you. "I'm not repeating myself."

You rolled your eyes and hissed at his stubbornness. "You idiot."

"But..." You started slowly. "If you're offering to give me tips on sucking dick, I don't mind."

He shifted a bit. "Yeah... well- it'll only work if you're sexually attracted to me. If not, it'll just be like with that guy earlier- and shit would be awkward." He was looking away now.

"Wanna find out?"

And that was how he found himself heaving against his headboard with his shorts and boxers flung at the far end of his bed.

"Shitshit- fuck Y/N."

His hands were fisted into your hair, knees raised in the hair and thighs spread on either side of your head, as you laid on your stomach before him, nose pressed into his dark blonde pubic hair and lips wrapped tightly around his dick.

His eyes were blown wide, lips parted as grunts forced their way out his mouth.

It was just bordering on too much; the sensation of your mouth, and he'd suddenly realised how seriously you'd taken his analogy.

-"Consider it a bottle of smoothie or something, and there's that chunk that can't pass through the bottle mouth properly, so you're trying to suck it out." He'd said, holding his already hard dick against your cheek.

"That sounds stupid, Katsuki." You retorted, as you scowled up at him.

"That's the best I got, I ain't some sex therapist, okay!"-

"Oh shit- you're good," he groaned out, head thrown back and thighs quivering. "Fuck- fuck! Fuck, you're fucking good, baby. Just like that, yeah..!"

His grip on your hair tightened, pushing you down on his dick so he could feel the sliding of your tongue on his shaft as he dipped into your throat.

It didn't help that you were drooling all over him- and yourself-, your hand cupping his balls and squeezing softly.

He was going into overdrive, thrusting up unto your mouth, his eyes rolling back as he slipped down your throat over and over again, and he moaned as he felt you gag, your throat constricting against his tip.

He brought his head forward to peek over at you.

"Slut," he groaned out, eyeing your positioning; one hand infront of you, playing with his balls, and the other stretched underneath your body, fingers dipping into your sleepshorts. "You fucking slut- you like this shit, don't you?"

You moaned around his dick, vibrations coursing round his veins and your eyes looking up to meet his; lids hanging heavy and pupils blown out as you sucked on his cock.

He came heavy- hard. With spasming thighs and choked out groans as he spurted his seed down your throat.

It was a lot... too much. He kept spurting out his cum and his sight was blurry as he looked at you.

Now he couldn't look at you without remembering your stupid, fucked expression when you were between his legs. And it's weird, because all you're doing is grinning an Sato as you hover around him whilst he bakes.

It's stupid. He knows it is.

You don't even like him that way.

Part 2 has been posted here!

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ushiwakatrash · 2 years ago

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redamancy | wriothesley

pairing: f!reader x wriothesley

genre: fluff, smut

tags: co-workers to lovers, neuvilette plays a role, y/n has a hydro vision, y/n is the right hand of neuvi, office sex, first time for y/n, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, size kink, big d1ck wrio, creampie, squirting lol, pu$$yjob, aftercare

wordcount: 5.8k

synopsis: redamancy; (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

a/n: the horny writer in me got awakened with the coming of wriothesley 🧎🏻‍♀️it’s been a while since I’ve written anything this long so I hope the quality is good throughout all those 5k+ words

Being cooped up in the Fortress of Meropide was not unusual for Wriothesley. Being the Duke, the person in charge, required him to remain within the walls of the Fortress quite often. As a result, he had quite some connections with people from the Overworld whenever he could not attend to those matters himself. The only people he had real close connections to from the Overworld were Neuvilette and y/n.

Neuvilette was someone he had a somewhat special relationship with as thanks to him he managed to get the position of the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. Without Neuvilette, he genuinely would not know where he would have been right now. However, y/n was also a person he felt very grateful to. While Neuvilette did the heavy lifting for granting him the position that he has now, Neuvilette would not have been able to do it successfully without the help of y/n.

Ever since, y/n has become the message relayer for Neuvilette whenever him and Wriothesley were unable to meet each other in person. In fact, y/n took it upon herself to become the permanent liaison for the two of them as she actually enjoyed having to travel often. Wriothesley, however, did find it quite odd that she described the Fortress as being a sight to behold. Her reasoning being along the lines of her not being in such a tense environment very often and that the courtrooms are very different. A weird reasoning if you asked him, but he found it cute either way.

Y/n visiting him to relay intelligence from Neuvilette or just dropping by to get an update on the state of the Fortress became part of Wriothesley’s daily routine. Whenever y/n would not visit she’d always let him know, but this was a very rare occurrence as in the past few years she’s never missed being a part of his daily routine. However, today, it was nearly midnight and y/n had not visited him yet and she had not let him know where she was at.

Wriothesley was not concerned about her not being able to protect herself. In fact, he considers her strength close to his own. However, he knows that with her being the right hand of Neuvilette she undoubtedly has nefarious groups put a target on her head. These people Wriothesley has always tried to put in jail, but having no concrete evidence to do so, he could only look on and hope they would never get to her.

Glancing at the clock he bit his lower lip nervously and contemplated going to the Overworld to see for himself whether she was in her office or not. He looked at the history of his phone calls and saw that y/n had accumulated over 10 missed calls from him. He internally cringed at himself for the amount of times that he’s called her, but when it came to her safety he couldn’t care less. Shoving his phone inside his pocket he decided to visit her himself in the hopes that she would actually just be at the office and not somewhere unsafe.

–

Standing in front of the door of y/n’s office he nervously contemplated knocking on the door. He has already confirmed that y/n was safe from the informant at the front desk. In fact, she has been cooped up in her office all day because she was working on a big case he was actually already familiar with. It was safe to say that it slipped his mind. Internally groaning, he knocked on the door and heard a soft ‘yes’ from the other side of the door before he pushed it open.

“Wriothesley? What brings you here?” y/n asked with excitement in her voice as he saw her head peak from above a stack of papers she already read through based on the multiple sticky notes he saw on them. Hearing her speak his name and look at him with excitement made his heart skip a beat, leading to him quickly trying to regain control of his breathing.

“Well, I had not heard from you all day and you did not pick up my calls, it got me worried a bit,” he answered as he walked towards her, the large, paper covered desk separating the two of them. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock at the realisation, making her look at the clock and then her phone to see not only his missed calls but also a bunch of messages from other people. “Oh god, I did not mean for that to happen, this case on Childe just has a lot more paperwork than both Neuvilette and I expected” she rambled on as she started gathering her things, possibly to start heading home.

“It’s alright y/n, I’m just glad to see you’re alright, you should head home and get some rest,” Wriothesley gave her a soft smile which she returned. “Thank you Wrio, I will visit you tomorrow morning as there’s still some stuff I indeed needed to relay to you, good night” y/n thanked him with a smile as she gave his upper arm a soft squeeze before heading out leaving him in her office.

Hearing the door close behind him, he released a deep sigh. The entire day y/n and Neuvilette were working on a case that had the attention of all the most important people in Fontaine. It should have also had his attention as he is in charge of keeping the Fatui individual jailed until trial. However, thoughts started to plague his mind. Perhaps Neuvilette and y/n were already partners. He’s heard the rumors of people speculating them to be together. They visually look incredibly well together, their personalities complement each other as they fill in on each other’s gaps, and they also work very well together when on the job. In the Overworld, people never saw them away from each other.

Nearly being able to taste the jealousy on his tongue, Wriothesley made a desperate effort to head over to Neuvilette’s office to clear up these rumours for other people, but mostly for himself. It did not take long for Neuvilette to let him inside his office. It also did not take long for Wriothesley to state what his visit to him was for.

“Me and y/n?” Neuvilette let out a deep laugh as he looked outside the window at the deep blue night sky. “Y/n and I are not romantic partners, it’s the first time I’ve actually heard of these rumours, I wonder what made people… and you, think so,” Neuvilette spurred Wriothesley on to actually tell him the reason for bringing such a rumour up, a rumour which Neuvilette probably did not care about. As silence filled Neuvilette’s office room, he let out a deep chuckle, “Wriothesley, do you perhaps harbour romantic feelings for y/n?”.

At Neuvilette’s question, Wriothesley’s face warmed up in an instant. “Well, you have now gotten the confirmation about y/n's relationship status, I wish you the best outcome if you do decide to let her know about your feelings for her,” Neuvilette encouraged as he took a sip from his tea that has gone cold hours ago. “Thank you Monsieur Neuvilette, I’m sorry I had to take time from your schedule for such trivial matters,” Wriothesley apologised as he facepalmed himself at which Neuvilette chuckled. “It is no trivial matter to me, I care about you and y/n, I wish you the best,” Wriothesley then bid his goodbyes to him and started heading home, thinking of what he would say to y/n tomorrow and whether she would even reciprocate his feelings. Knowing her relationship status was only the first and easiest step. Relaying his feelings to her would be most likely the hardest task he’s ever put on himself.

–

Wriothesley was not able to get a wink of sleep throughout the whole night. When the sun rose, it being his cue to prepare for work, he realised he had not slept throughout the entire night. Thoughts about how to confess to y/n and whether she would reciprocate his feelings raced throughout his mind the entire night, not enabling him to have moment of calm peace. Instead he looked at the ceiling all night until he noticed his bedroom becoming lighter by the hour.

Now, here he was at his office, his hair even more of a mess when it normally already had a somewhat messy look, his tie not put on correctly, and a few buttons of his outfit unbuttoned. The staff at the Fortress of Meropide gave him very noticeable questioning looks, but him being the Duke, they did not dare comment on his messy appearance. After all, it was also the first time they saw him in such a dishevelled state. Internally, Wriothesley was somewhat thankful they didn’t comment on it, because he still needed to get his shit together before y/n would arrive at his office.

As he was busy looking over papers with regards to the Fatui member who recently got jailed, he suddenly heard knocking on the door of his office, signalling him that y/n had arrived. He looked at the clock on the wall above the door and saw that the arms struck exactly 9AM. She was always right on the dot when it came to time.

After telling her to come in, the large doors to his office opened with a loud creak. As y/n entered the office, Wriothesley noticed how she wore a rather short skirt which was not something she usually wore. She looked good, and he felt a spark in his lower body making him mentally punch himself in the face for thinking like that. “Good morning y/n, seems like you’re donning a new look, haven’t seen that before,” He greeted making her grin at him.

“Mornin’ Wrio! Glad you noticed, the weather has become a bit warmer in the Overworld so I decided to switch out my usual pants with a skirt for once,” y/n explained excitedly as she made her way over to him before planting the stack of papers in her arms on his desk with a loud thud. “These papers contain some more information about Childe’s case, aaaand the groups that have had their eyes on Neuvilette and I,” y/n went straight to the point and as she explained she showed which papers contained what information. Her being straight to the point is a quality he’s always liked about her. He’s quite like that himself, and as a result, the two have always been able to resolve any conflict they had very quickly.

“Thanks y/n, did Neuvilette have anything else to say?” He asked as he neatly put the stack of papers in a drawer dedicated to recent on-going cases. “No, but I do,” she quickly responded, at which he raised his eyebrows at her. Y/n lifted her index finger and started pointing at his hair and then his torso, “You’re quite a mess today, I’m guessing you did not get a good night’s rest?”. Wriothesley awkwardly started scratching the back of his neck, a slight blush growing on his cheeks. “No not really, but it’s alright, it’s nothing to worry about,” He answered as he stood up, went to the same side of the desk that y/n was leaning against, now standing right in front of her.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him, confused as to why he just randomly stood up to just stand in front of her. Wriothesley observed y/n from head to toe, making her self-conscious. He noticed how she had slightly dark eyebags, lip balm which was slightly smeared beyond the outlining of her lips, and most important of all how she looked absolutely glorious in his eyes. As y/n was about to ask him why he was staring at her for so long, Wriothesley closed the distance between the two of them in an instant, engulfing her in his bigger frame.

“Oh? What’s the hug for Wrio? I thought you said there was nothing to worry about?” y/n asked as she reciprocated the hug, now rubbing his large back with her significantly smaller hands.

Wriothesley was contemplating whether he should just blurt it out.

What did he have to lose if he did tell her?

The comfortable relationship that they built up with each other perhaps.

Knowing y/n she would still remain the liaison between him and Neuvilette, she was still a professional after all.

He would still be able to see her, but if she did not reciprocate his feelings there would undoubtedly grow a chasm between them which will not be easily repaired.

However, Wriothesley kept these feelings hidden for far too long.

He could not bear to keep them hidden any longer and he needed her to know that he loved her dearly.

He only hoped that she would feel the same way he did.

“I’m in love with you y/n.”

A deafening silence befell the two of them. Wriothesley did not necessarily feel awkward, but y/n freezing within his arms and her rubbing on his back ceasing motion made him think he maybe just froze her with his vision.

Wriothesley found it the right move to let go of her to see her expression. As he did so, he saw her face obviously become blushy, making him grow a bit of hope. “I don’t mean to pressure you into anything, I of course do wish you feel the same, I’ve harboured these feelings for quite a while after all, but if that’s not what you wish the relationship between the two of us becomes… I will be fine,” y/n was looking at the ground. Multiple thoughts undoubtedly ran through her head.

“Why?” was the first thing she asked after half a minute of silence. Wriothesley gave her a questioning look. “Well, I found you very interesting from the moment I first laid my eyes on you, when you helped Neuvilette give me the title that I now have, then I fell in love with how dedicated you are to your work,” He began as he hesitantly grabbed her hands, delicately holding them with his own large scarred ones.

“I then became used to the way you were part of my daily routine, relaying the intel from Neuvilette to me, and how you always lingered to just converse about anything when time would allow, y/n… I now want you to become part of my daily routine long-term,” He continued, the blush on y/n’s cheeks growing intenser in colour and warmth. Y/n squeezed his hands.

“I feel the same way Wrio, I’ve also felt the same way from a long time ago,” she began, now looking up at him, straight into his eyes, “I fell for you based on your papers alone, I learned about your past, and also you as a person, you have a complicated past, but despite that you had so many qualities that made me enamoured for you, finally meeting you in person all those years ago only solidified my feelings for you”. Wriothesley felt immense happiness wash over his body. Y/n felt the same way and all kinds of imaginations about their future as a couple started flooding his mind.

Y/n gave him a smile seeing how he squeezed her hands a bit tighter, “The only reason I did not act upon those feelings is that I wanted to remain professional with the relationship that we have, we are after all the backbone of the justice system in Fontaine.”

“God y/n, you have an amazing mind,” Wriothesley complimented as he pulled her in for a hug, one which she reciprocated with just as much vigour. “Likewise Wrio,” she resumed her comforting rubs on his large back, now paying attention to how muscled his back actually was. She has seen pictures of Wriothesley during his underground boxing days. The man was insanely well-built, which was also the result of the many fights that he got into with his own will or against his will. However, since he has stopped that career of his for many years now, his body has become more soft.

Wriothesley distanced the two of them, but still held onto her by her waist, “Does this mean that you allow me to be your romantic partner?”. Y/n chuckled at the way he phrased his question and hugged his torso tighter, rubbing her face against his surprisingly large pec which could be felt through the fabric quite well, “Yes, and I can’t wait to give this big boyfriend of mine all the hugs he deserves.”

A lovesick smile grew on Wriothesley’s face as he wrapped his arms around y/n’s smaller frame. After they finally finished hugging each other, y/n looked Wriothesley up and down and noticed how he still looked like quite a mess. With a smile she ruffled his hair, standing on her toes and then moved to readjust his tie, and buttoning up his loose buttons. As y/n was doing so, Wriothesley started thinking about how he wanted her to do this for him everyday; tidy up his hair, put on his tie for him, close up his buttons for him and perhaps even kiss him on his cheek before waving him off to his job. As Wriothesley was lost in his thoughts, y/n noticed this and decided to plant a quick peck on his lips making him snap out of his trance.

“You were staring at me for quite a while there, what were you thinking about Wrio?” y/n asked as she folded her hands behind his neck, providing more support to her standing on her toes. “I was just thinking about how I want you to do this to me everyday,” he said straightforwardly, making her laugh at him. “Guess we’ll have to figure out whose house we want to stay at for that to happen then, right?” she teased, making him rub his face into her neck. “Your place is definitely bigger than mine,” his hands held onto her waist as he discreetly distanced his lower body from hers.

All the imagining about what their relationship would be like made Wriothesley excited in more than one way. He felt embarrassed that couldn’t control himself in that way when it came to y/n. But how could he not, he pined for her for many years and now that the feelings have been reciprocated he only wishes to catch up on all the time that they’ve already could’ve been a couple. As Wriothesley was once again lost in his thoughts, y/n had already noticed the sizable tent forming in his pants.

“Wrio, love, do you need help with that?” y/n asked as she gently caressed it with the tip of her fingers, feeling it twitch slightly. “Ah shit, I feel so embarrassed for being like this, you don’t need to if you don’t want to y/n” he mumbled embarrassedly. Y/n shook her head at him and instead pulled him by his hands towards his chair before making him sit down, and kneeling between his thick thighs. Resting her cheek against his inner thigh, she looked up at him, “I don’t have to be in office until 12”.

Wriothesley gulped, a shuddered exhale leaving his lips as he broke eye contact with y/n to look at the clock above the door to his office. They had around an hour until she would have to start her workday. “Should be plenty of time, no?” She asked as she started fumbling with the intricate belt around his hips. Wriothesley stroked y/n’s cheek with his right hand as his left hand got to work at removing his belt with the help of y/n.

With a thud, the belt hit the ground, and y/n quickly unzipped his pants for his cock to spring out, hitting her against her cheek. Y/n’s eyes widened at his sheer size which made Wriothesley awkwardly look away. “Woah Wrio, I know you’re a big man but I didn’t expect this to be that big as well,” the tip of her index finger traced his cock from the base all the way to his leaking tip, making him grunt as she rubbed a circle around his tip.

Without giving him a chance to respond to her provocative comment about his member, y/n wrapped one hand around the shaft, the other fumbled with his balls and her mouth got to work on his tip. Uncontrollable grunts left Wriothesley’s lips as his hands found their way into y/n’s hair, but he was careful not to force her down as her hand wrapping around his shaft already said enough.

His thighs started quivering as he felt himself reach climax unexpectedly fast. Y/n took note of this as she now started sucking and licking his tip more intensely, her right hand stroking his shaft more firmly while her left hand languidly massaged his balls. “Shit, I’m close y/n,” Wriothesley was about to pull her off of him, but y/n wrapped her arms around her thighs from underneath, taking his cock as deep inside her mouth as she could. Wriothesley loudly moaned as the tightness of y/n’s throat around his tip finally made him orgasm, hot spurts of thick white cum immediately being swallowed by y/n.

Sliding Wriothesley’s cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, Wriothesley released a deep exhale and felt himself flush upon seeing some of his cum on the corner of y/n’s mouth. He quickly wiped it away with his thumb and to y/n’s surprise he cleaned it by licking it himself. “Stand up y/n” Wriothesley grabbed her by her waist and helped her stand up, making her grunt which made him raise his eyebrow at her.

“Ahaha, my knees hurt from that, but it’s okay, I’m just glad I made you feel good, Wrio,” she explained as she gave him a peck on the cheek. Without giving her a warning, he lifted her onto his desk before pulling her skirt up to her waist so he could see her panties. His rough fingers immediately traced the wet patch on the crotch of her panties, making her gasp at the contact. “Why don’t you lay down y/n,” Wriothesley started softly pushing her down by her neck making her look at him in surprise.

As y/n now faced the high ceiling she quickly wanted to lean against her elbows so he could see what Wriothesley was doing, but suddenly she heard something clink making her ears perk up and sit up straight. “I don’t want you to do anything else than just enjoy the feeling,” he explained as he held both of her wrists in one hand while the other slapped on his cuffs around them.

“Wow we’re getting freaky already during our first time huh?” y/n commented with a grin as Wriothesley pushed her onto her back once more, making her unable to sit up straight again unless she really made use of her core muscles.

Wriothesley did not respond to her making her bite her lip as she couldn’t see what he was doing. Suddenly she felt him grab the crotch of her panties, pulling on it before letting it loose making it snap against her wet lower lips. “I’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping wet, I can’t help but wonder whether a certain Hydro vision is at work here,” he commented as he glanced at the Hydro vision that dangled from her hip.

Just as y/n was about to say something Wriothesley slipped off her soaked panties and immediately latched his mouth onto her clit, his tongue massaging circles into it as two thick fingers probed at her pulsing entrance. Y/n cursed into the air as her cuffed hands now found purchase in Wriothesley’s hair. As she tugged on his hair, urging him to do more than just lick her clit and probe her entrance, he plunged his fingers into her earning a surprised gasp from her.

His fingers went into her pussy all the way to his knuckles, making her see stars at how deep he’s gone. Her own fingers never reached the depths that she herself had. The grip she had on Wriothesley’s hair tightened and just as she was about to clench her thighs around his head, his fingers retracted from her pussy to instead hold her thighs, nearly folding her in half.

Before y/n could ask him to pleasure her hole again, his mouth suddenly shifted lower, instead, his tongue now licking into her hole, making her eyes roll back. With the tight grip she had on his hair, she started rolling her hips against his face, creating a wet mess which now started to pool on the table. “Shit Wrio, it feels so good, you’re going to make me cum,” y/n cried into the air as her hips wriggled around to try and make his tongue reach even deeper as well as have his nose nudge against her clit.

Loud noisy slobbering echoed throughout the large office, intensifying the pleasure that y/n felt from his tongue, while Wriothesley’s hard cock itched to be plunged inside her dripping wet hole. Y/n’s thighs started shaking within the grasp of Wriothesley, signalling him that her climax was very close. The grip of y/n’s cuffed hands on his hair had now loosened and were instead covering her mouth to keep her loud noises at bay.

Wriothesley let go off one of her thighs and grabbed her hands, keeping them away from her mouth so he could hear her moan out loud. “Aaah, aaah, shit, Wrio, it’s too good, sh-shit,” y/n cried as her hands trembled within his hold. Desperately wriggling her hips into his face, Wriothesley thrusted his tongue as deep as he could and with his other hand he roughly rubbed her clit making her finally cum into his mouth.

“Shit shit shit shit, Wrio, get your face off me, please, oh my god,” y/n whined as an earth shattering orgasm shocked throughout her whole body, making her shake and twitch on the desk as her pussy oozed arousal onto the table.

Without giving her time to catch her breath, he grabbed the bottom of her thighs again and pressed them against her chest as he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk so his cock could easily access her hole. “Wait, Wrio, wait,” y/n pressed her still cuffed hands against his muscular abdomen which were now revealed as he had pulled up his shirt, holding it with his teeth so he could prepare to see how the two of them would connect.

Wriothesley raised his eyebrows at her, making her gulp, “Please just go slow when entering, you’re big… and… I’ve never done this before.” At this Wriothesley let loose of the shirt between his teeth and he made her wrap her legs around his waist before pulling her up to be face to face with her.

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I went way too rough on you,” he asked worriedly as he went on to rid her off his cuffs which appeared to only open after he made use of his vision. “Well, I’ve done other sexual acts, but I’ve just never had someone penetrate me,” y/n explained with a blush as she looked at Wriothesley’s large cock resting against her soaked folds.

“But it seems you’ve had quite some experience yourself?” She asked with an eyebrow raised as she started unbuttoning his clothes before helping him take them off, revealing his chiselled torso that has now become a little more plump compared to his pictures from his earlier days. Now, y/n could also see the deep scars that decorated his neck, scars she knew the history of. She traced them lightly before pressing soft kisses against them making him moan into her hair.

“The last time I did it was before I went to jail, so that’s years ago y/n,” he explained as he now also rid y/n of her upperwear, revealing a dark blue lace bra. He tugged the lace downwards making her breasts bounce, his eyes drinking up the beautiful sight.

“Hmm… fair enough, now, why don’t you make both of us feel good then, Wrio?” y/n whispered into his ear as she languidly moved her hips against his cock, encouraging him to finally put it in.

Wriothesley pushed y/n onto her back on the desk and, once more, grabbed her by the back of her thighs, spreading them wide so he could clearly see how he would enter her. Both of them taking a deep breath, Wriothesley first pushed in his thick bulbous tip making y/n’s jaw fall slack at the stretch. Worry starting to cloud Wriothesley’s mind, he let go off one thigh to start rubbing soft languid circles against her clit to distract her from the uncomfortable stretch.

Y/n was prepared enough, however, having her first time being with someone as big as Wriothesley would still not be easy, he knew that. Y/n’s hands held onto the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as Wriothesley proceeded to push himself further, and as he heard no complaints but only moans, he finally pushed in the last few inches, his hips now flush against hers.

“Shit, y/n, you feel so good around me, b-but how do you feel?” Wriothesley grunted as his hands started massaging her breasts, making her hips twitch and Wriothesley release a moan at the slight friction he felt from her walls moving around his cock. “Hmmm, you’re so freaking big, but you can m-move now, make me feel good p-please,” and with that Wriothesley started thrusting in and out of her sopping hole, a ring of white arousal forming where the two of them were connected. Loud smacking noises sounded throughout the room as more arousal was forced out of y/n’s hole with every thrust of Wriothesley’s long thick member.

Slowly he started increasing his pace bit by bit to make sure she would not be overwhelmed, but y/n started getting tired of his slow languid thrusting, “Go faster Wrio, I need you to make me cum.” Not wanting to make her and himself wait any longer, he shifted his hands to the pits of her knees before pressing them against her chest, and hammering his cock into her with a speed that most definitely caught her off guard.

A mix of curses and Wriothesley’s name spilled from y/n’s mouth as she tightly grasped onto his wrists that were holding her knees in place. The pressure of her knees against her chest gave her the perfect amount of pressure to feel slightly out of breath. Her legs being squeezed together in this position made her feel every bit of Wriothesley’s cock in even greater detail. The few veins that ran along the underside of his cock perfectly massaged her walls, and his big tip continuously rammed against that one deep spot inside her that made her eyes roll back and see stars.

Y/n felt an intense feeling build up in her lower stomach, which made her writhe in Wriothesley’s iron tight hold, “Wrio! My stomach feels weird, I think I’m gonna cum.” “Then come for me y/n, I want you to squeeze around me and come together,” Wriothesley slowed down his thrusts to, instead, calculated thrusts which made him push himself into her all the way to the hilt, his tip pressing against her g-spot without rest.

Spreading her thighs apart, Wriothesley looked at the wet mess that formed between the two of them, white stringy cum forming whenever he would pull back only to make a loud wet smack whenever he pushed back in. Without warning, clear liquid squirted out of y/n, splashing all over Wriothesley’s chest, a smirk growing on his face.

“FUCK, Wrio! Take your cock out, it’s t-too good, shit!” y/n’s hands were desperately trying to push away Wriothesley as clear liquid continued to splash at him, but he did not stop. He kept thrusting into her pussy which continued squirting until he finally came inside her, hot white thick cum filling her up as she nearly passed out from the overstimulation.

Wriothesley quickly grabbed her by her upper arms helping her sit up straight as the huge amounts of arousal on the desk and floor made him sigh at how much he’d have to clean later on. Y/n rested her forehead against his shoulders, her eyes focused on how Wriothesley’s cock was still snug inside her, their mixed arousals leaking out of her, dripping onto the floor.

“Archons, you did not go easy on me Wrio,” y/n whined as she started to regain her senses and was now feeling how deep Wriothesley was actually inside her. “Sorry, y/n, you just felt so good and you also looked like you were only feeling pleasure,” he apologised as he rubbed soothing circles onto her lower back before he slowly distanced the two of them, his cock which was still half hard slipping out.

As his cock slipped out of her hole, a glob of their mixed arousal leaked out making her gasp at the feeling of losing all of the accumulated cum inside her. “Shit y/n, just let me only do this,” Wriothesley requested as he now started rubbing his cock against her folds, making her wince at the overstimulation. Holding onto her waist he sped up, and after a few thrusts he came on her stomach, thick spurts of cum making a mess.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go to the office today, I’m gonna have to work from home,” y/n mumbled against Wriothesley’s neck, pressing kisses against the deep scars. “I’ll help you clean up and you can just do your work here with me in the office,” Wriothesley suggested as he suddenly started carrying her bridal style. “Sounds like a plan, Wrio,” y/n agreed as she pressed her lips against his lovingly.

—

The next morning when y/n arrived at the office where Neuvilette has already started working on the case with the Fatui member, she notices him looking at her in a weird way. “Is there anything on my face?” y/n asked as she looked in the reflection of the display closet next to her. Neuvilette smiles to himself and asks, “So… when am I receiving the request for a maternity leave?”.

There will not be a part 2 o3o

The office sex was somewhat inspired by (cw: p0rn) this video so do with it what u want 😳

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‘CAUSE GIRL, YOU EARNED IT

୨୧ featuring: zhongli, alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, tartaglia x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, gangbang, intoxication kink, spanking, edging, pet names, oral sex, nipple play, handcuffs, fingering, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, rough sex, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, dumbification

୨୧ synopsis: guilty of negligence

ଘ wc: 4.4k

It was a peaceful night, rain was falling outside, lullying nature into serene sleep. And here you are, fixing your lingerie that was practically nothing more than decoration on yourself. A bit of lipstick and you were done. You took a look at yourself in the mirror, pleased with how utterly gorgeous you looked. You couldn’t wait. It had been so long since you last saw him that you were ready to devour every piece of him the moment he stepped inside your house. You counted the seconds, trying to calm your excited heart, but it was in vain. Before the sound of your doorbell could even fathom to fully reach your ears, you were running to the door, putting on your silk robe to avoid becoming a spectacle for any potential passer-by.

Five pairs of eyes were looking at you and you could only stand there and stare at them with widened, shocked eyes. They were equally if not more confused than you were. And it finally dawned on you; you had accidentally arranged to meet all of them on the same day, at the same time. Your mouth opened and closed, as you found no words to explain the situation to them. What were you supposed to say, anyway? You stepped aside, letting them come inside to the warmth of your house, feeling bad for letting them spend a few more minutes at the cold of your porch.

They settled in your living room, averting their curious gazes back at you. You felt your cheeks blushing by this predicament you had bestowed upon yourself over your own carelessness. Their intense gazes that travelled upon your body, taking in every little detail like starved men, had you wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly being too self-aware of the few garments you were wearing.

“I-I’ll bring you some h-hot beverages to warm y-yourselves,” you suggested, making haste into the kitchen.

And as you were panicking, trying to think of ways to deal with the situation at hand, the gentlemen in your living room became acquainted with those they weren’t. Zhongli, Wangsheng Funeral Parlour’s Consultant. Alhaitham, Sumeru’s Akademiya’s Scribe. Neuvillette, Fontaine’s Chief Justice. Wriothesley, Lord of the Fortress of Meropide. Tartaglia, the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. They didn’t really seem to mind your stalling in the kitchen. On the contrary, the five of them started talking amongst themselves, starting with Neuvillette, who was clearly surprised to meet Tartaglia once more.

You couldn’t make up what they were talking about, but you could hear their lively chatter. Of course, none of them was mad or angered by the others’ presence. You were just good friends with all of them; good friends that occasionally fucked each other, but that’s just your way to keep your friendship interesting. They were, however, caught off guard by the rest, as were you, yet they seemed to have moved past it.

You didn’t know what to do. How were you supposed to send them home when they had cleared their schedules for the night just to meet you? I’m so stupid! You mentally cursed at yourself, as you started preparing some tea. Getting them to leave was already a nearly impossible task, let alone now that they seemed to be getting along. You dreaded the thought of going back there. You dreaded the thought of having to explain how all of them showing up at your door tonight was an accident, a careless mistake you made and failed to realise till they had all arrived.

As the tea was being prepared, you went through your cupboards, taking out various snacks to go along with the tea. You were almost moving like a robot that needed its joints to be greased. You could even hear the faint sound of screeching each move of yours made. It’s going to be alright, you attempted to calm yourself down. They’ll just have some tea and then they’ll leave… Or at least that’s what you wanted to happen. I won’t have to explain how I messed up our meeting schedule tonight… Wishful thoughts that barely managed to help you.

Soon enough, you returned to the living room, bringing them the tea and snacks. To say that you felt as awkward as one could feel at the moment was an understatement. And yet, the men in your presence paid no attention to it, as they helped themselves with a cup of tea, continuing their conversation. You were just sitting on an armchair, watching them converse as if they had been called to a tea party from the start, not that silly little you had by accident invited them all over.

“And here I was thinking that this was all just a mistake on your part,” you heard Alhaitham say a little louder in order to catch your attention.

Pulled out of your thoughts, you turned to look at him, tilting your head in confusion as to what he meant. You noticed his heavier breathing, the way he seemed as if his body was on fire. He appeared calm, but oh that boner of his told another story. A quick look around and you saw the rest of them being in a similar state. Your eyes fell on the chocolate bites among the other snacks. Fuck—

“Come here.”

You took a moment to look at Neuvillette. Even in this state of arousal, he spoke in that authoritative voice of his, the one he always uses when commanding order in the courtroom. You gulped and hesitantly walked towards him. With a swift move of his, you found yourself sitting on his lap, the Chief Justice already untying your robe.

“We all got the impression that perhaps this was just a… Misunderstanding.” He caressed your cheek, looking at you fondly, despite the serious tone of his voice. “Did you perhaps plan this in advance? Bringing us here, then giving us chocolate laced with an aphrodisiac?”

“Should I perhaps arrest you now, little kitten?” Wriothesley whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe right after.

“I suggest she receives punishment for her criminal actions.” Tartaglia was now standing in front of you, smirking, as he held a piece of chocolate to your lips.

“B-But I-I didn’t do it on purpose—”

“Negligence is still a crime, love.” Neuvillette kissed your cheek. “And even if we were to believe your claims, the evidence works against you.” His hand slipped down your open robe, rubbing your folds. “Wearing such revealing lingerie and getting wet at the mere sight of us being aroused… Tsk tsk tsk.” He shook his head. “You’re as guilty as you can be, love.”

Tartaglia slipped the chocolate into your mouth, looking at you as you munched on it and swallowed it. He smirked, caressing your chin softly, before crushing his lips on yours, kissing you impatiently, hungrily, desperately. Alhaitham and Zhongli approached you as well, ridding you of the only garments you were wearing, leaving you completely naked under their ravenous gazes. They were trying their best to keep themselves in control and not rip you apart; their eyes betrayed it.

It didn’t take long for the aphrodisiac to kick in your system nor for the carnal desire to overtake your body. You were lying on Neuvillette’s chest, squirming and moaning and meowing, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His left hand was holding your arms behind your back, whilst his right one was tending to your clit, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud with utmost expertise. Wriothesley was kneeling in-between your legs, holding them open with his strong arms, as he feasted upon your delectable cunt, tasting your arousal and letting out low growls.

On your left side was Zhongli and on your right was Alhaitham. They were leaving kisses all over your exposed body, massaging your breasts with one hand and pressing you down with the other. Their mouths were tending to your nipples, sucking on them as they watched you writhe in pleasure by all those men paying attention to you. Tartaglia emerged from behind the couch, caressing your cheek and averting your gaze to him. Leaning down, he buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking and biting you all over. Your body arched at their touch, your moans only urging them further.

Wriothesley let out a guttural growl, licking every drop of your arousal. He could barely keep your spasming body still, as you moaned out in pure ecstasy from your orgasm. All of them smirked, feeling you convulsing, looking like you’ve just entered heaven. Neuvillette slapped your cunt, earning a whimpering moan from you.

“Did you like it that much, love?” Neuvillette asked you.

“Of course she did, right, kitten?” Wriothesley smirked, licking over your cunt.

“Her moans confirm that, don’t they, dear?” Zhongli kissed your neck.

“Oh, poor baby, you aren’t tired yet, hm?” Alhaitham cooed in your neck, gently biting down over one of Tartaglia’s bites.

“Oh no, no! We can’t have you getting tired so early, darling.” Tartaglia kissed your lips. “The fun’s just starting.”

You were lost in your sweet haze for a moment, watching them change their positions. Neuvillette pushed himself up, sitting now on the couch, rather than lying. Alhaitham caught your hands and pulled you forward. Your bare cunt was sitting oh so perfectly on the Chief Justice’s clothed crotch, making him let out a low moan, as your arousal was drenching him. You hissed, looking down at Wriothesley who bit your tit, folding tightly the other in his fist. Alhaitham caught your chin, averting your attention back to the three men standing before you.

You watched them get undressed, their cocks springing free from the constraints of their pants, hard and desperate for attention. Tartaglia and Zhongli took your hands, placing them on their shafts, moving them along their lengths, before allowing you to continue on your own. Alhaitham stroked his cock, bringing it to your lips. He smirked as you obediently opened your mouth and took him in, your lips wrapping perfectly around his girth, a low groan leaving his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” Alhaitham moaned, his head falling back.

“So desperate,” Tartaglia mocked, watching how you eagerly moved your head up and down, taking as much of the Scribe’s cock in your mouth as you could. The Harbinger let out a moanful groan the next moment, as you stroked his cock and used your thumb to smear the tip with his cum.

“If you wished for all of us, dear, you should have said so sooner,” Zhongli breathed, catching your hair in a nice ponytail.

The three of them took turns having you please them with either your skilled hands or your warm mouth. First was Alhaitham, who let you suck him off at your own pace, relishing the cute gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him. He mumbled a couple curses under his breath, while he kept telling you how good you looked with his cock in your mouth, how good you made him feel. His whole body tensed, his grip on his waist tightened, as he let out a moan, cumming in your mouth.

“Good girl,” Alhaitham praised, kissing your lips tenderly, before standing up.

Zhongli was the one to occupy your mouth next. Even after all the times you’ve had sex with him, your mouth was still not accustomed enough with his girthy cock. You choked on his shaft, tears welling up and falling from your eyes in streams. The former Geo Archon cupped your cheek gently, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He looked at you affectionately, encouraging you to take your time. He groaned and grunted, feeling your tongue swirl over and over again over that one specific vein, having him lose his mind and coming undone.

“Perfect as always, dear,” Zhongli whispered in your ear.

And last but definitely not least, it was Tartaglia’s turn. You braced yourself, knowing him all too well to be certain that he wasn’t going to be as gentle as the two before him. He allowed you a moment to tend to him on your own, before kneading your hair in a ponytail and forcing you on him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. New tears welled up in your eyes. You looked up at him, noticing how big his smirk grew, as he continued fucking your mouth.

“You’re such a pretty little whore, darling,” Tartaglia moaned.

Your body jolted at the sudden smack that Neuvillette landed on your ass, gently caressing the spot right after. Wriothesley spanked you as well, making you moan on Tartaglia’s cock that was ruthlessly thrusting into your mouth. Neuvillette held your body in place, his grip almost bruisingly tight, whilst he grinded his hips against your drenched cunt, earning more muffled moans from you.

“Look at you being all blushed, love,” Neuvillette cooed in your ear, landing another hard smack on your reddened by now ass.

“I bet you’re feeling lonely down here.” Wriothesley smirked at you, raising his head from your titties, his hand slipping down and rubbing your folds in-between your bare cunt and Neuvillette’s clothed crotch.

“Oh fuck—” Tartaglia reached his limit, unleashing his hot seed in your mouth, as his head fell back. He kept your head in place, his cock still deeply buried in your throat, until you had swallowed everything.

Pulling out, he left you gasping for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly in your attempt to regulate your stolen breath. Tartaglia caught your chin and pulled you to your feet, crushing his lips on yours. Wriothesley came behind you, biting your nape and smirking as you moaned. He grabbed your hands and handcuffed them behind your back. He smacked your ass once more, then undressed and assumed a seat next to Neuvillette who had also discarded his clothes. You felt Alhaitham’s arms wrapping around your body from behind, him leaving marks all over your shoulder and nape.

Alhaitham caught your hair and pulled you away from Tartaglia, biting your earlobe as you whined. He turned you to face the Fontainian duo, bending you over. Neuvillette and Wrothesley slapped their hardened cocks on your cheeks, looking at you with the authority you’d expect stemming from their positions as Chief Justice and Lord of the Fortress of Meropide. You choked back a scream, feeling Alhaitham suddenly penetrating you from behind. You turned over your shoulder to look at him for just a moment, only for Wriothesley to grab your chin and avert your attention back to them.

“Get to work, kitten,” he barked, his sharp canines visible through his smirk.

“Or are you perchance planning on leaving us in this torturous state?” Neuvillette asked you, the straining of his hard cock evident on his face.

And whilst the Scribe was obliterating your cunt, Tartaglia and Zhongli were stroking themselves, looking at you getting fucked before them like the little slut you were. They landed a few slaps on your ass and grabbed your titties harshly, while you started tending to Neuvillette, licking up a few strides on his shaft. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his thick cock, sucking it in your mouth. His eyes closed for a moment, revering in the sensation of you slowly taking all of him in your mouth. You gagged, trying to accommodate him in your tight throat. But Neuvillette was already long lost in pure ecstasy, head thrown back and breathy whimpers escaping his lips.

You whined as you felt Alhaitham pull out of your cunt, your muffled sound sending vibrations on his cock. You were so close to feeling that euphoric rush course through your veins, only for him to deny it. You attempted to release Neuvillette and complain about Alhaitham’s unacceptable behaviour, only for Wriothesley to force your head down, tears falling from your eyes, as his action caused Neuvillette to sharply hit the back of your throat.

“Don’t stop now, kitten. Don’t tease him like that, not when he’s so close to cumming.” Wriothesley gently rocked your head, helping you ease up and continue your work. “You never know. He might even accuse you of disrespecting him. And oh my, it’s a serious crime to disrespect the Chief Justice. Once sentenced, you’ll be sent to the Fortress of Meropide.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, kitten.”

“Don’t— Don’t speak nonsense, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette breathed heavily.

Alhaitham only smirked, seeing you at Wriothesley’s mercy. He slapped your dripping cunt once, licking your arousal off his fingertips, while his ears feasted on your muffled moans. Tartaglia leant over your bent form, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder, as his fingers rubbed your drenched folds, laughing devilishly at the slight trembling of your legs. He slipped his fingers inside your tight cunt, thrusting them roughly. He relished the image of your convulsing body, your cunt coating his fingers with your slick. And yet he sadistically stopped right before your impending release.

Tartaglia removed his fingers momentarily, before burying his cock in your velvet walls. He held onto your waist, slamming your hips on him, moaning in pleasure as he ripped your body in half. Neuvillette tensed in your mouth, painting every inch of your throat with his sweet cum. He caressed your hair softly, smiling lovingly at you, his eyes glued to your tear-stained face with his cock still in your mouth. Wriothesley finally let go of your head, allowing you to pull back and catch your breath.

“Are you having fun, kitten?” he asked, gently caressing your cheek.

“Mmmm…” You nodded. “T-This is… So much better than I could… Ever imagine…” You smiled. “Ah, wait— No!” you whined. “Tartaglia, please—” you cried.

So close, yet so far away. The Harbinger pulled out of your drenched folds, leaving you just as unsatisfied as Alhaitham had. Your body was burning with a carnal urge for release, yet they didn’t seem to be willing to give it to you. You watched Zhongli lean over you, massaging your breasts and kissing a tear away from your cheek.

“Zhongli… Please…” you begged him.

He refrained from replying to you. Zhongli rubbed the tip of his cock on your soaked folds, coating it in your slick, before thrusting into your cunt that immediately tightened around him, desperate to reach that sweet high. Contrary to the other two, the Geo Archon switched to a slower pace, even though his thrusts remained as rock solid hard as ever. The room was filled with your slutty moans, as well as the sounds of Zhongli forcefully smashing his hips on yours, abusing and stretching your cunt in a way that sent you over to cloud nine.

Wriothesley grabbed your chin, turning you to face him. He slipped his thumb in your mouth, watching you suck on it ever so willingly. “Stick your tongue out,” he ordered and you obeyed without a second thought, feeling too fucked out to raise any objections. He slapped his hardened cock on your tongue a few times, before sliding it all in. He grabbed your hair and guided your movements, growling in utter bliss at the magic of your tongue. He was struggling not to thrust up. You knew, because his grip on your hair only tightened. Ultimately, though, Wriothesley grew too desperate for release, pounding up straight to your throat, feeling you gag around him, before he unleashed his seed in your mouth.

You thought that this time, this time for sure, you were going to experience that blissful feeling that had your mind go blank. You had only yourself to blame for getting your hopes high, as you were disappointed by Zhongli pulling out of you when your orgasm was just around the corner. You were whining and complaining and they were all just watching you amused, barely able to keep themselves from destroying you.

Zhongli lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the armchair you were previously sitting on. He sat down with you on his lap. He kissed your lips, holding your head in place, feeling you shift on his lap. Alhaitham had come, standing behind you, holding one of your legs open, Zhongli holding the other. The Scribe’s fingers thrusted into your drenched cunt, the squelching sounds filling the room. The other three watched you intently squirm and convulse over the Geo Archon’s body, as your much awaited orgasm was here at last.

Alhaitham wrapped his hand on your neck, turning you to him, as he leant down to lazily kiss your lips. Zhongli aligned his cock with your cunt and thrusted in. You suddenly broke the kiss, whimpering, seeing Tartaglia penetrate your cunt as well, rubbing against Zhongli. You were struggling to accommodate them both in your tight cunt, whimpering and crying and writhing all over Zhongli’s body. Alhaitham kissed you again, running his fingers soothingly along your trembling body. Your mind was slowly fucked out, every single thought fading in the abyss, but from the single one focusing on the two of them pounding into you.

“Mmmm… Yes! Yes!” you moaned. “Oh, fuck!”

“What a naughty little girlie~” Tartaglia cooed, smirking.

Neuvillette and Wriothesley were standing on either side of you, stroking their cocks, massaging or slapping your titties from time to time and rubbing your clit, earning some high pitched moans and screams from you.

“Please, don’t stop!” you begged, once more on the edge of another release. “Oh Archons, please, don’t stop!”

And you were so thankful that they didn’t. Your cunt tightened around them, convulsing around their throbbing cocks, your slick coating them. They soon followed after you, cumming into your velvet walls, your mixed arousals dripping down your thighs. Mere seconds later, your body was covered in the cum of the other three men, painting over the marks they had already left all over you.

They all took a moment to just glance and be mesmerised and bewitched by your beauty. Your makeup was ruined, yet you looked just as breathtakingly pretty as ever. Your lipstick was smudged and there were lipstick stains in every part your lips had touched on their bodies. Your hair was dishevelled and drenched in sweat, just like your body. And oh fuck… The sight of your cunt clenching around Tartaglia’s and Zhongli’s cocks, stuffed to the brim with cum that slipped out and down your thighs was enough to get them all hard all over again.

Tartaglia slowly pulled out, strings of cum glistening on his cock, whilst Zhongli remained deeply sheathed in your cunt. You were resting your head on his shoulder, watching them drunk-dazed change positions. Neuvillette positioned himself in-between your legs, which were held open by Wriothesley and Alhaitham. Tartaglia was standing behind you, choking your neck and sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, as he nibbled down your earlobe. Your head pressed hard against Zhongli’s shoulder, your back arching, as Neuvillette dived into your sensitive cunt as carefully as ever.

Tartaglia was choking back your moans, your eyes glued to the man in front of you whose cock was drilling into you, ripping you in half. Neuvillette leant over you, kissing your lips, as both he and Zhongli continued fucking your slutty hole that creamed harder and harder all over them. There was not a single thought in your mind. You were a bubbling little mess, moaning and whimpering and begging “mmm, more, more!” and crying ��oh fuck, it feels so good”. They were all looking at you, smirking at the little whore you were for them. And oh they adored it.

Your moans and whimpers and pleads and cries stirred something within the two men who were quite literally fucking you dumb. You screamed in pure bliss, Zhongli and Neuvillette pounding now into you as if their lives depended on it; as if the harder they thrusted, the longer their satisfaction would be prolonged. If they were honest, you just drove them mad, sending them over the edge of insanity with those sounds you made, forcing them to make haste into chasing after the euphoric feeling of cumming into those perfect, pulsating walls of yours. Your lips parted to moan thank yous, as the two of them poured their seed deep in your cunt.

This time, you were not allowed not even a second of respite. Neuvillette carefully picked you up from Zhongli’s lap. He was holding you tenderly in his arms, contrary to the desperate lust that gleamed in his eyes. Your body jolted, feeling Wriothesley’s soft lips kiss the nape of your neck. He took your handcuffs off, caressing your arms and peppering your shoulder with kisses. Neuvillette took your hands and wrapped them around his neck, his hands travelling down to your waist.

“Hold on tightly, love.”

Before you could even understand what he meant, you yelped surprised, as Neuvillette and Wriothesley lifted you in their arms. Your grip around his neck tightened, making him chuckle. You felt them both slowly penetrating your cunt, a low whimper escaping your lips, as your walls engulfed them in a tight hug.

“Even after being fucked all these times, your cunt is still greedy for more.” Wriothesley bit your neck. “What a little whore you are, my kitten.”

“Mmmm~” you meowed, unable to form a single sentence.

They ravaged your cunt, spilling out all the cum that had been stuffed in it. Their grips on your body were bruisingly tight, coming in complete contrast with the softness of their lips that burnt you fiercely wherever they touched. Wriothesley was biting all over your neck, sadistically wanting to draw out those gorgeous screams of yours that were music to his ears, making him harder and harder.

“You’re doing so well, love,” Neuvillette praised with that moaning voice of his. “Taking us both so well… Such a good girl…”

“Mmmm, yeah…” Wriothesley agreed. “Such a good slut…”

You were lost between Neuvillette’s praises and Wriothesley’s degradation. You caught a glimpse of the other three men who were watching you with utmost concentration, the three of you having captured their full attention, them jerking themselves off at the show you provided. Wriothesley choked your neck, turning you to look at Neuvillette, who crushed his lips on yours. You were tightening and pulsing around them, urging them to obliterate your greedy little cunt like never before. And you had no objection to that.

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S𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - Your best friend's twin brother wants you to go upstairs with him.

Includes: fwb! sukuna, college au, Yuuji and Sukuna are twins, drinking ( reader is not drunk ), protected sex, playful ass smacks, fingering, penetration, reader is written to have a vagina and wear a dress, no use of y/n, sukuna calls reader brat and princess. MDNI 18+

A/N: My first fic in years and the first NSFW fic i've ever written. Crossing my legs that it's good.

“Do you want to take this upstairs?” He’s so close. Closer than he needs to be. You can feel his warm breath fanning your face. The faint smell of liquor trailed after his words. If this was anyone else you would’ve laughed at them and found somewhere else at this party to watch your friends from. But this isn’t anyone else. It was Sukuna. And that alone has you considering. A trail of your tongue skims across your top lip as you think over the offer. All that considering has you swaying slightly while holding your cup up to your chin, the music blaring helps it look more natural. To say you weren’t expecting this would be a lie.

You were aware of Sukuna’s reputation with girls and you often felt Sukuna’s eyes on you when you came to hang out with Yuuji after classes. Sometimes Sukuna would be the one to open the door. Not even polite enough to invite you in. Just wordlessly opening the door and heading to his room but somehow every time you dared to make a trip to the kitchen there he was, eyes never leaving you as you grabbed water bottles for you and Yuuji. You weren’t quite sure what to make of him.

You still haven’t answered him.

Not even slightly deterred he continues. “Or we could do it in my car. I don’t really give a shit”.This makes you laugh. Strange to think that probably works for him all the time. Girls fell all over themselves whenever they saw him. Why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

It's embarrassing to think that you’re actually considering it.

Turning your face you see an amused grin take over his face. “ I don’t know if I want people seeing me leaving with you. I have a reputation to maintain y’know?” you taunt but it’s partly true.

You don’t want the entire half of the student body that managed to cram themselves into this house to know you were Sukuna’s latest conquest.

“Thats true. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing you leave with a skirt chaser like me , especially my brother. That would really piss him off” he laughs.

That is something else to consider and your eyes trail over to the other side of the room where Yuuji is animatedly playing beer pong trying- and failing to get Megumi as excited as he and Nobara are. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Yuuji mad let alone ‘pissed’ but this might throw him over the edge. He hates how his brother acts sometimes. You don’t know what Yuuji would say or do if he found Sukuna propositioning one of his best friends right now while he was only a few feet away.

He’s still standing too close, but now you can smell more of his real scent not masked by all the smells of a college party. He smells fresh like after it rains mixed with a cologne you’re sure he picked out with the intent of being this close to some girl tonight. You look at Sukuna’s profile trying to decipher what exactly it is that's drawing you in. You've seen him countless times before, you see his face every time you look at Yuuji. So why do you keep looking at him? Your mind is so far from the party right now it's hard to concentrate on anything except how Sukuna looks.

“Yeah well, I don’t think you should be worried about Yuuji, he doesn’t care about things like that. We’ve known each other since kindergarten remember” he chuckles a little bit. You can tell he thinks it's pretty funny. You don’t find it funny though. You don’t want Yuuji to be upset with you or his brother. And you definitely don’t want Sukuna to hold this over his head to provoke him.

“Yeah but Yuuji’s always been protective of you, he likes to protect his friends" he says watching you slowly take another sip of your drink.“..and he wouldn’t stand for someone hitting on you.” You can tell he's giving you some serious 'warning' advice which gets a slow smile spreading across your face.

“ You're doing more than hit on me" you tease.

“Thats true. So what do ya say, brat?”

“I think my back would appreciate a mattress rather than a hard car seat” you finally reply. His laugh is loud this time, relishing in his victory.

His back rolls up slowly standing up to his full height from his nearly bent-over position to reach your ear. And he turns away quickly leaving you standing in the kitchen watching him walk away from you and back into the crowd of dancing bodies. He’s nothing if not consistent. If you hadn’t been a drink and a half in already you might’ve caught on quicker than he expected you to follow him this time but you down the rest of your drink before the realization hits and you see just the final shape of his body ascend up the staircase away from the party.

You’re a lot smaller than him so it takes you longer to squeeze from in-between all of the bodies that were in-between the kitchen and staircase. When you reach the top you realize you should’ve left the kitchen sooner as you have no idea what room he decided to use. Some doors on the second floor are open but have some people coming in and out of them, some people are just chatting away from all the noise, and some are too busy touching each other-not caring that the door is still wide open. Yet some doors were kept closed tightly. You can think of nothing more embarrassing than having to call Sukuna’s name out to figure out where he went.

“Lost already?” His voice comes louder this time, away from all the noise. You turn to right as he grabs your forearm to bring you into the room.You know there’s a chance you could regret this.

Without warning he slams the door behind you and the two of you are suddenly engulfed in darkness. It's nearly pitch black inside. The only light comes from an open window letting the moonlight reach the corner of the room you find yourself in. The wind brushes at your legs that are left exposed from the short dress you decided to wear tonight. Whether you shiver from this or the expression you see on Sukuna’s face, you’re not sure. This probably isn't a good sign. Your heart is pounding like never before. It feels like it's going to explode out of your chest. Even the ground seems unsteady.

"Whoa, easy Princess." He laughs from above you. "I didn't hurt you already now did I?" You don't reply other than in a nervous laugh and a headshake. The reality of what you agreed to is now kicking in. You’re here alone with Sukuna.

"Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?" He says moving closer to you and placing his hand on your shoulder. Just as quickly as his touch reaches you, it leaves. You shake your head at him. He’s being ridiculous. You want to do this, but you aren’t sure who should make the next move.

Then his touch comes back. His fingers caress the side of your neck, pressing gently down on your skin until they meet the side of your neck. His fingertips brush against your bare skin, causing goosebumps to appear everywhere before turning your head up to face him.

“No?” He prompts.

“No.” You try to put some conviction in your response but it comes out small and flat in this dark room.

You go to repeat yourself. Aiming to have some semblance of self-respect. But the sudden feeling of his mouth on yours distracts you. It starts out light as if he's gauging how comfortable you are still. But he gets more rushed and rougher as soon as he feels you push yourself against him. He moves quickly to trail his lips down your neck, a breathy moan leaving your lips and he trails over a sensitive part right under your ear. He laughs at you again before he nips at it carefully with his teeth. Your surprised small moan is enough to make him bite the same spot over again before sucking and licking at it. Surely trying to leave a mark. You want to chastise him for it but you couldn’t come up with the words.

It's weird how much this all turns you on. You've done stuff like this before with other guys but this time it's different. Its Sukuna. The power dynamic is skewed. Instead of being in control, you’re letting him do what he wants with you. It’s both liberating and scary. You think about what might happen if you let yourself get carried away. That thought alone has you squirming under him. Your head spinning faster and faster.

He begins a tortuous trail back to your lips being sure not to break contact. When you part your lips, he slides his tongue between them. He teases you, moving in and out of your mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue against your teeth.

Suddenly he pulls away. "You know...you really are something else," he says. "You drive me crazy." You dont expect him to say that. The small shock allows you to take a deep breath and prepare yourself for his kiss.

When he touches your lips this time your insides melt and you don’t want him to stop. So you open your mouth and allow him entrance. Moving against him slowly, sucking gently on his tongue. Taking the lead. Gently pushing his lips apart. You moan as he tastes every inch of your mouth. Sukuna tastes different from any other boy you've kissed. Something different in the way his tongue grazes against yours. Maybe it's because he's your best friend's brother. Maybe it's because he's so damn handsome. You always thought Yuuji & Sukuna were so identical but as his tongue slides against yours and his hands come up to cup either side of your face, you know that's far from the truth. You can't even imagine Yuuji doing something like this. Making you feel like this.

He pushes you impossibly closer to the wall and you become even more aware of the weight of his body pressed against yours. Your breathing quickens as he rubs his hardness and brushes up lightly against you. He runs his hands down your arms that fell to your side. He intertwines your hands briefly before lifting both above your head. His fingers slip out from between yours and stop their descent at your wrists. He takes your wrists in his hands and holds them above your head. His hands are big. Both of your wrists fit in one of his hands and he uses to this advantage.

With his free hand, he lifts your dress up, exposing your ass. He slides his hands down and cups your cheeks firmly. With agonizing slowness, he brings his face down to kiss you, a small peck this time. “ You wanted a mattress didn’t you?” He says breath fluttering the side of your face again.

Your conversation from earlier seems like it was hours ago. If he wasn’t pressed against you so hard your legs might’ve already given out, so you nod. A bit too eagerly. Sukuna picks up on this and moves his face to be directly in front of you for the first time tonight. He looks into your eyes before down to your lips before mockingly asking “Bet you want to ride me on it, right ?” Your breathing hitches as you think about what his hard cock inside of you would feel like. Of him laying underneath you, hands wrapped around your waist as he lifts you up and down on his lap.

The taunt and the blatant arrogance don’t bother you. Not when he’s holding you like this. Hands holding you still. Body flush against yours. Biting your lip, you beg silently for him to fuck you. Hoping that he can read your mind. Instead, he pulls away a bit. Confused, you look up at him questioningly. But he only gives you a small grin and shakes his head. His face is so close to yours that you are breathing each other's air. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" he murmurs. Desperately, Immediately, Quickly you think.

But he wants a real response this time. With his hand still holding your wrists above your head, and your dress pulled up to your waist, you don’t feel like you’re in the position to make any witty demands so all that comes out is a whimpered “ Yes Please.” With that, he drops his hand that was holding onto your wrists and backs away from you.

“Go on then. Lay down for me.” The harsh smack to your exposed cheek makes you let out a small squeak as you head for the stranger's mattress that’s against the other side of the room.

You can feel his eyes on you as you walk over to the bed. You sit on the edge of the bed moving whoever’s room this is stuff to the far other end. With your dress hiked up around your waist and your hair disheveled from being pressed against the wall, you feel out of place with Sukuna. You find yourself not knowing what to do next and his face is as unreadable as always besides that stupid smirk he has not wiped off his face since you agreed to come up here with him. You decide to start pulling your dress up over your head. He catches your hands where they meet the fabric of your dress and helps you pull it over your head. This leaves you in your panties looking up at Sukuna who’s still fully dressed. Stupid smirk still present.

“Now…where were we?” He leans forward, almost as if he’s going to sit beside you on the bed. You can tell he’s trying to read your body language. If you're ready for him. Wanting to see if you're as into this as he is. You want him to kiss you again. You desperately want him to kiss you. You reach out to bring his face to yours, slipping your fingers into his hair but he stops you before you are able to bring his lips to yours.

“Lay down for me baby.” He commands calmly, still sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside, letting you see his chest and the dark tattoos covering the sides of it. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down a bit. His semi-hard cock already pressing against his boxer briefs. He stares at you intently studying you from head to toe. Your heart skips a beat as you lay there naked and exposed to his gaze. As much as you try to deny it, you want him. Just the way he looks at you makes you wet. Seeing the desire and hunger in his eyes as he takes in every inch of your body.

He leans down arms coming up to form a caress on the outside of your spread thighs. As you feel him begin to press himself against you, any doubt you had from earlier melts away. You grab hold of his shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you. You arch your back towards him and he groans softly, pressing his covered cock against your covered pussy. The slow friction feels amazing but it's not enough for either of you. His kisses deepen and his hands move from your thighs to your breasts. Tenderly caressing each breast and teasing the nipples with his warm mouth. Slowly he slides his hand down, gliding over your panties before he pulls back and brings his other hand between your legs. You let out a soft moan as he brushes his thumb against your clit through the wet spot that formed in your panties, making your hips rock up to meet his touch. He sits back on his legs and reaches under you to pull your panties off completely. The cool air from outside runs over your clit, making you shiver. He uses his new position to pull your lower half onto his lap as the rest of your body lays on the mattress.

“God just fuck me already” You don’t know how much more of his teasing you can take. You’re getting desperate you just want him inside you.

His hands trail the underside of your thighs as he laughs “ Where’d all those sweet nice manners from before go, brat?” The smack he delivers to your ass is lighter this time due to the angle. “Got to stretch you out first.”

You let out a long hum in agreement as you grind your ass down onto his still-hardening cock under you. He lets out a small hiss and he moves too quickly still your movements. Now it's your turn to laugh at him, you know that he’s just as desperate as you are.

You cant enjoy your victory for long as Sukuna abruptly slides his fingers into you. You moan loudly. They’re long and slim and he moves them slowly to stretch you open. Making sure you feel every inch of them as they explore every corner of your pussy. “Shit… you’re so wet baby” He’s right you can feel your wetness coating his fingers as they slowly pump in and out of you. The pleasure has you panting and begging for more. "Please," you whimper. "More." Sukuna obliges. Pushing another finger deep inside of you, stretching you wide.

He moves both of his fingers at a quicker pace. You feel the pressure building in your stomach quickly.Moving faster and faster, his pace quickens as you grip the mattress below you. Panting wildly, you barely notice the second hand that’s been rubbing circles on your clit.

“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you want it. Come for me.” He moans softly in your ear and lowers his face again, repeating the motion, adding pressure and intensity to each thrust of his fingers. until you can’t hold it any longer and then suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of ecstasy. Your muscles clamp down on his fingers and you moan loudly into the quiet of the dark room. The throbbing in your pussy subsides and everything becomes quiet again except for your ragged breaths. The room seems fuzzy and distant and when Sukuna moves away from you you blink a few times trying to clear your vision. Looking up you find Sukuna looking down at you. A satisfied smile spreads across his face.

You slowly lean up to slide your hand through his soft hair, pushing it aside and leaning forward to meet his lips. You’re reminded of his hardness pressing against you. Your whole body feels warm as he grinds his dick against you. The friction between your bodies causes goosebumps to cover your skin. Licking your lips, he lowers his face to your neck, nibbling softly. You trail your hand down his chest to his underwear-clad crotch and cup his cock. You gently squeeze it and he moans into your ear. The vibrations send chills throughout your body. Taking your lips in his, he slides his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances with yours as his hips roll against yours.

You want to feel him, make him feel the same way he just made you feel. You sit up fully onto your knees matching his position on the mattress. You trail your hands up and down his chest and down his stomach- past the lowest part of his tattoos covering his body until you reach the fabric of his boxer briefs. He keeps busy, still exploring the skin of your neck but you feel his breath shallowing. Pulling down on the waistband, you wrap your fingers around him, he feels heavy and hard in your hand. You realize why he wanted to prep you beforehand there was no way you could’ve taken him without a struggle. You begin to work your fist up and down slowly while making eye contact with him. His face grows more serious as he leans in and kisses you deeply through his ragged breaths. Pressing his groin deeper into your hand, his other hand moves to your breast and roughly kneads your nipple.

“You ready, Princess?” he murmurs by your ear.

You’re confused “ Don’t you want me t-”

“ Not tonight, baby. Lay back for me” You’re more than ready. Breaking apart allows the cool air to slip into the space between the two of you letting you have some relief. Sukuna shuffles off the bed to where his clothes lay in a pile on the floor. Reaching down, he grabs a condom from his pocket and tears it open with his teeth. He rolls the condom on quickly as he pulls down on his boxer briefs, letting you see him completely. This is what must make the girls fall all over him.

His hands gently grasp your thighs and you open your legs further, closing his eyes as he lightly traces the outline of your pussy with the head of cock collecting all your wetness. He opens his eyes quickly to spare a quick glance at your face, as he lowers the head of your cock towards your slit before going back up to clit. The anticipation is killing you. You try to wiggle your hips but he presses your hips down firmly. Leaning forward, his forehead resting on yours as he concentrates on his movements, rocking back and forth over your sensitive clit.

You’re about to complain, beg him to get it over with when he pushes his head in. His cock feels large and hot as it enters you. You wince slightly but the stretch is amazing. Your head lulls to the side as your eyes closed. You want to savor it. Savor the feeling of him pushing himself inside you, filling you to the brim.

“Tight little thing aren’t you, baby?” he grits out.

You whimper at the comment as he takes his time and increases the pace gradually, building the tension within you. Before long he's thrusting into you at a steady pace and your gasping for air. You don't think your legs could be spread any wider as he fucks into you, pushing you up further onto the bed with every thrust. Being fucked by Sukuna feels incredible and it makes you want him to go faster and harder. He does neither. At least not yet. Instead, he keeps the pace, filling you deeper with each thrust. You quickly feel the familiar tightening in your stomach begin to grip you and it only intensifies the pleasure coursing through you. His pace picks up even more and soon you feel yourself nearing climax. Sukuna slows down suddenly and you cry out in protest but it doesn't matter because his lips are clamped around yours.

You can’t think straight and it takes you a minute to realize Sukuna has stopped fucking you. He’s holding himself up above you, using your legs to support him. For a second you wonder what he’s going to do, but it doesn’t take long for him to answer your question.

“Climb on, baby,” Of course. Arrogant as ever.

You don’t waste any time swinging your legs over him. He steadies you on top of him, keeping you in place as he guides his cock inside of you. You prop yourself up on his chest for support as his shaft stretches you wide. It feels better than you had imagined. It feels amazing. His cock feels perfect inside of you. Slowly, carefully you begin to move, raising your hips up and down in small movements until you're seated on him completely. You grind down onto him experimentally, rocking back and forth. Your clit gliding over the base of his cock easily. The moan you let out is all the encouragement Sukuna needs to grip your ass cheeks forward with his hands encouraging you to take your pleasure. With every movement of your hips his cock slides in and out of your wet walls. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper until you’re bucking uncontrollably against him.

You try to keep the pace as long as you can but the pleasure is making you weak and you can’t support yourself anymore. You collapse onto his chest. You feel the small sound leave his chest at the loss of friction, but he quickly picks up where you left off. He tightens the grips on your hips and pushes his legs up a bit to get the right angle as he fucks up into you. You cry out at the new feeling. You feel him everywhere. Under you, his hands around hips, inside you. You can hear his grunts of pleasure in your ear, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh as he pounds you mercilessly. The smell of his sweat mixed with the musky scent of sex fills your nostrils and the waves of pleasure overwhelm you. It's too much. You cry out his name, desperate for release.

You can feel your muscles clenching around his cock, signaling the beginning of your climax. You try to grind down onto him again to chase your orgasm but you don’t make it that far before you’re moaning loudly into his ear. You can feel your wetness coating him and pooling by the base of his cock. Sukuna grabs your hips tighter and looks you straight in the eyes as he cums filling the condom. A small whimper leaves your mouth at the feeling. When the wave of pleasure subsides you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck. His arms wrapped securely around you. Neither of you move for several minutes trying to regulate your breathing. Just enjoying the closeness. Knowing that it may never happen again.

"How was that, Princess?" he asks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel his erection pulsating against your lower back as slowly raise your body off of his chest.

"Holy shit," you whisper. There's something incredibly sexy about the way he looks after he's been fucking you. All flushed.

He grins at you wickedly. "I can fuck you like that anytime you want."

He catches you off guard for the third time tonight. Of all the things you knew about Sukuna, him inviting a girl back into his bed a second time was not to be expected. It was almost laughable.

The look in his eyes is undeniable and you know right then that he wants you. It doesn't matter what he says or how he acts. At that moment, he's as attracted to you as you are to him. So instead of letting him see the lust in your eyes.

"Oh yeah? I'm gonna remember that," you tease. "You better be able to handle it." You slowly move off him looking for something you could use to clean up your thighs.

Sukuna rolls his eyes and sits up discarding the filled condom into a bin by the desk. Reaching for his clothes he grabs at some things on the floor you can't see from where you are. You stare at his bare back instead as he faces away from you, admiring the definition as you slip your dress back on.

"Anytime you want," he repeats. "Just give me a call." He stands and turns around to face you. "And by the way..." He takes a step toward you and tilts his head to the side. "You might want to hide the marks on your neck…people might get the wrong idea, don’t want anything tainting that reputation of yours right?”

If he wouldn’t have made you come as hard as you did you might’ve slapped him. But your mind is still hazy from your orgasm so all you do is smile as he comes back towards you. Cupping your chin in his hand and rubbing your swollen lips with his thumb and say “ Of course not.” His smirk is the last thing you see before he opens the door and heads back down to join the rest of the party again.

You're tempted to follow him, but knowing his brother and not to mention the rest of your friends are downstairs prevents you from following him too soon. Instead, you take a deep breath and gather your thoughts while trying to find your panties. Maybe he wasn't being serious, maybe he was just playing around. But either way, you need to figure this thing out. And quick. Otherwise, things might get complicated.

You give up trying to find your panties after a few minutes deciding it’ll be a surprise to whoever’s room this is. You try to salvage what is left of your appearance before heading back down to join your friends who are no doubt wondering where you went.

You don’t see Sukuna anywhere downstairs but you try not to make it obvious you’re interested in his whereabouts to your friends, especially Yuuji. Instead, you ask if you can join in on the drinking game, hoping they’ve had enough to drink they won’t notice anything different about you, or the fact you were gone for so long.

Later that night, after the party has ended and everyone is tucked in safely to their beds, you take a shower to properly clean yourself up and settle down in bed with your laptop. While you're browsing through streaming services trying to find something to watch, your phone vibrates. Glancing at the screen you see a text message from an unknown number.

“Do you think Yuuji saw the marks?”

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The Last Padisarah Pudding, Part 4

An Alhaitham x Reader one-shot series, this time featuring Kaveh...

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Summary: Alhaitham left you in tears, angry, both physically and emotionally hurt beyond words. While traveling to Port Ormos on a mission from the sages he has put you under the care of his roommate Kaveh, who ends up taking your consolation into his own hands...

Word Count: 9.4k

Part 1

Part 2 (smut)

Part 3 (big smut)

MINORS DNI!!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT!!

Tags include: References to sexual violence, sex/oral sex

“Grrr, that BASTARD!” You exclaimed furiously as you slammed the door to Alhaitham’s room shut. You were covered in bruises, aching all over, and completely naked beneath the sheet you had just stripped from his bed.

The sheer audacity that man had to think he could contain you inside his own home. To rope his roommate into holding you here against your will. It made you so furious you were practically seeing red.

You glanced around Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom – the huge bed, towering bookshelves and the wardrobe cabinets that lined the walls, with stained glass windows on the other side. It was luxurious – everything in his damned house was luxurious, thanks to the hefty salary he earned from the simple work as a Scribe. You only seethed further as you thought about him.

You looked down at your dirty body, stained with the hickeys and bite marks he had left and covered in his cum, and you only grew more angry.

Unwrapping the sheet from your body, you discarded it in the corner of his room before walking to the bathroom. The extravagant tiled floors and high ceilings of the ensuite oozed opulence. It was also spacious – more spacious than any other bathroom in his house.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the ornate bathtub at the far wall – it was beautiful, made of colorful stained glass that matched the decor of the house.

A bath sounded simply wonderful after everything you had been through. You wasted no time at all as you beelined for the tub and began to run the water.

As the tub slowly filled up, you glanced around at the marble countertops that held various bottles of soaps, serums, and perfumes. You picked out the most expensive and rare-looking ones, deciding that you should make good use of his things while you were stuck inside his house.

You walked over and poured the entire contents of one bottle into the tub, watching the stream of water turn it into a thick layer of bubbles. Then, you opened a second bottle and began to pour it as well. As the tub filled up, you dipped your toes into the hot water before slowly slipping in and settling down with a loud sigh. The heat was soothing, a much needed therapy after such an intense day.

You didn’t realize how sore your body was until your muscles began to relax. Your limbs ached as you ran your hands over your skin, washing away the sweat and dirt. It felt amazing – opening yet another bottle, you poured its contents into the bath as well. The various soaps mixed together in the hot water and filled the room with a soothing smell.

You soaked in the bath until your fingers became wrinkled, rinsing your hair out one final time before stepping out of the now-lukewarm water.

You wrapped one of Alhaitham’s large fluffy towels around you, walking out to the bedroom only to realize you didn’t have any clothes.

Sighing, you began to look through Alhaitham’s wardrobe for something to wear. You pulled out one of his sleeveless shirts, lips curling downwards as you felt the sheer mesh material. You continued to rummage through his clothes until you found a soft-looking shirt.

You slipped into the oversized shirt, drying your hair off with the towel before dropping it onto the floor with the dirty sheet. Turning towards the bed, you realized you should probably make it since you had no intention of leaving the room and facing Kaveh in the living area outside.

So, you rummaged through the cabinets once again for clean sheets, bringing them over to the bed only to see the completely ruined dancing outfit Nilou had lent you earlier that day.

Suddenly, you were fuming again.

How dare Alhaitham do that to such a beautiful outfit.

Throwing the bedding down on the mattress, you turned to face the wall covered in books.

You knew Alhaitham kept his books meticulously ordered. He followed the damn dewey decimal system, and it infuriated you. Everyone else simply arranged their personal collections alphabetically or by author, but this bastard just had to use the same system as the house of Daena.

‘Well, I can do something about that.’

You began to pull the books from the shelves, shuffling them around randomly. At the top, you took a couple books and spelled out ‘f u c k y o u’ with the first letter of their titles.

Once you were certain there was no remnant of the horrendous ordering system Alhaitham used to use, you stepped back and nodded smugly to yourself.

“Alright, back to making the bed.”

You began to pull the sheets over the mattress, making the bed so you could sleep comfortably. Before getting into bed, you pulled a random book from your shelf, knowing that some reading would certainly lull you to sleep.

As you slipped under the covers and opened the book, your eyelids quickly became heavy. You were exhausted – the lunch-date in the city, the dancing with Nilou, the… whatever it was that you had with Alhaitham. It had all drained your energy, and you quickly found yourself setting down the book to close your eyes, shutting off the lamp at your bedside.

However, sleep just didn’t seem to come.

You began to toss and turn in the bed, too much going through your mind. You were still angry – hurt, even – from what Alhaitham had done to you. After everything you had been through, after all these years of being hot-blooded rivals who fought tooth and nail just to 1-up the other, to end up humiliated and fucked-out by him was infuriating. And the fact that you loved it made you feel even worse. Were you truly mad that you allowed yourself to be ruined by Alhaitham, or were you only mad that he had the audacity to leave you and trap him here right after?

You couldn’t sleep.

Not with this much anger that simmered inside you.

As you laid there, the anger only seemed to build and build until it reached the breaking point.

“UGH!” You screamed, sitting up as you threw your pillow across the room. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck YOU!”

You began to grab things blindly from the nightstand, hurling them madly across the room.

“I HATE YOU!” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you grabbed the lamp from the nightstand, throwing it against the wall with a crash.

You felt the sting of a cut on your palm, but ignored it – along with the deep ache in the rest of your body. You were just too angry.

With nothing left on the nightstand to throw, you merely curled up in a ball on the sheets, a sob wracking your body.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Kaveh’s voice came from outside the door. “I heard something shatter.”

“Go away.” You sobbed.

“You don’t sound alright…” You heard the door creak open as Kaveh walked in and turned the lights on, but you didn’t move from where you sat at the edge of the bed.

“Archons, what happened in here?” Kaveh stared at the random books and miscellaneous items strewn across the room, that you had thrown only moments ago.

You merely sniffled, trying to ignore Kaveh in hopes that he would simply give up and leave.

However, the Architect’s eyes were quickly drawn to the crimson splotches on the sheets below you. It was dripping from one of your hands.

“You’re hurt.” He hurried over to you, kneeling down in front of the bed and reaching for your bleeding hand.

You let out a ‘tch’ as Kaveh gently opened your hand, straining the cut on your palm and sending pain shooting through your nerves.

“Let me get a first aid kit.” Kaveh stood up, his shoes clacking against the polished wood as he ran out of the room to get his briefcase that he left in the living room.

Mere moments later, he was kneeling in front of you, pouring salve onto the open wound and carefully wrapping it up. He tried his best to ignore the tears that streamed freely down your face as he did this, reminding himself over and over that what had just happened between you and Alhaitham was strictly none of his business.

He finished wrapping the bandages around your hand, taping the end down gently to secure them.

“There.” He sat back on his heels. “All done.”

Kaveh placed the first aid items back into his briefcase, latching it shut. He glanced up at your face for a moment, noticing your unfocused stare at the far wall and the tears that continued to drip from your cheeks.

“I’ll uhm… Get going now.” Kaveh began to stand up, but was stopped by a hand that flew out to catch his wrist.

He paused, turning his attention back towards you.

“Why…” you murmured, “Why am I so angry?”

Kaveh paused.

“Alhaitham hurt you.”

Your eyes suddenly focused again, fixating on Kaveh’s face.

“I…” Your lip quivered as your words fell short.

“I’m sorry.” Kaveh spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

The blonde leaned over, pulling you into a tight hug. The action felt reflexive… almost instinctual. Kaveh just wanted to comfort you. He could see the fresh bruises forming on your neck, the bite-marks that peeked over the collar of your shirt, the cut on your lips that was beginning to scab. His eyes flitted downward for a second, catching a glimpse of the large bruises that covered your thighs.

He couldn’t believe Alhaitham treated you so poorly; the marks on your body looked painful. You were beautiful, intelligent, and deserved to be cherished – Kaveh wanted to scold Alhaitham as soon as he returned.

Since he had lived with the scribe for a couple of months now, he knew fully how horrible Alhaitham could be… Yet at the same time, his words echoed in Kaveh’s head.

‘I’m entrusting her to you.’

Kaveh wondered what Alhaitham’s true intentions were… But his attention was brought back to reality as you began to speak.

“Kaveh…” You murmured.

“Yes?” He asked, pulling away from the hug.

“Will you lay down to sleep with me?”

“It-” Kaveh paused as he looked into your teary eyes. He was about to tell you that it would be inappropriate for a man to sleep with a woman like this, especially one wearing what seemed to be only a shirt and nothing else, and covered in the marks and bruises left by another man.

However, in this moment, he realized you needed him. You needed someone to give you the kindness and love that Alhaitham didn’t give – that Alhaitham couldn’t give.

As Kaveh’s heart simmered with indignation at the Scribe’s unfair treatment of you, he finally finished his sentence.

“If it will help you sleep, then of course I will.”

The blonde moved slowly, slipping himself under the covers beside you. He tried his best not to feel awkward as you slid across the bed and closer to him, but he couldn’t suppress the shudder as you wrapped one arm around his torso and nestled your face into his chest.

Kaveh could swear his heart was trying to beat out of his chest as he felt you sigh against him; he hoped you couldn’t hear it as you rested your forehead against his chest. He took a deep breath, recognizing the scent of Alhaitham’s soap on your still-damp hair.

The architect finally began to relax as he pushed his work for the day out of his mind, resolving to get it done the next day. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth and proximity to you.

He felt you shift in bed, but thought nothing of it… you were certainly sore so he assumed you were simply trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in.

That was, until he felt your lips press softly against his.

Kaveh’s eyes flew open as his breath fell still in his lungs – why were you kissing him?

As much as he wanted to hold still, to wind his fingers into your hair and pull you to deepen the kiss, he simply couldn’t. He felt too guilty – after what Alhaitham had done to you, while you were in a relationship with Nilou, he couldn’t bear to take advantage of you as well.

Kaveh pulled back, his eyes flitting across your face. It was dark in the bedroom so he could barely make out the outline of your expressions.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, Kaveh.” You murmured, your voice trembling. “I need you.”

“But- you’re in a relationship…” He trailed off, his eyes continuing to analyze what little he could see of your face in the darkness.

“I’m not.” You responded flatly. “Why do both you and that bastard think I am?”

“You’re… not?” Kaveh muttered.

He suddenly felt ashamed – he was the one who saw you and Nilou at the Grand Bazaar, and assumed the worst. He was the one who told Alhaitham, and now Kaveh’s thoughts began to spiral as he wondered if he inadvertently caused the argument between the two of you.

“If you’re wondering about Nilou, she’s my best friend. I don’t know why anyone would assume we were in a relationship.” You sighed, thinking back on that outfit Alhaitham had destroyed, growing upset once again. “And I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking. I’m just desperate to feel loved… after everything that happened.”

“You deserve to feel loved.” Kaveh spoke softly, running one hand through your soft hair. “You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re kind. What isn’t there to love about you?”

“Then…” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “Will you fuck me like you love me?”

Kaveh’s eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, are you sure-”

“You don’t have to actually love me. You can just pretend you do.” You murmured, sliding one hand along the curve of his waist.

“I…” Kaveh murmured, his heart continuing to race as he felt your hands on his body. “I’d like to take you on a date first. To learn more about you. To build that kind of trust between us… before doing anything intimate like this.”

“But… we’ve already been intimate, haven’t we?” You mused, trailing a finger up his shoulder.

“Well- we have, however that was under much different circumstances-”

“So, don’t you trust me?” You asked, bringing your face closer to his once again.

As Kaveh felt his lips brush against yours, he cursed the Archons for making him feel this way… It was like you were begging him to ravage you.

“I- I do trust you.” Kaveh murmured. “But are you sure you want to do this…?”

“I am.”

As the words left your lips, Kaveh pressed his against your own. Your hands gripped his waist tightly, pulling him closer to you as you deepened the kiss. You became hungry, desperate for the intimacy that Alhaitham had ruined for you.

Kaveh’s kiss was soft, tender, and passionate. It was nothing like the aggressive ones you had earlier that evening. The architect’s hands began to roam over your body, running through your hair, down your back, sliding across the curve of your waist.

His lips parted from yours to travel down, laying feather-light kisses along your neck and collarbone, over top the dark purplish marks that marred your skin. He then pulled back, staring at your flushed face.

“You’re beautiful.” Kaveh murmured, tracing his thumb over your cheek as he held your face gently.

Kaveh continued to pepper you with kisses, the tender gestures sending heat rushing into your abdomen; he treated you with such delicacy and care, it was as though he believed you were made of glass. He was so gentle as he kissed and nipped at your skin that it slowly began to frustrate you.

“Kaveh, please.” You spoke, your hands latching around the narrowest part of his waist as you shifted in bed. You pushed Kaveh onto his back, and you lifted one leg over so you were now straddling him on the bed.

Kaveh thought you looked angelic – your face flushed, the oversized t-shirt hanging off of one shoulder, the dreamy look in your eyes as you stared down at him.

“I want you.”

Your voice was something between a sigh and a purr as you rocked your hips ever-so-slightly. Kaveh faltered as he felt you press against his clothed member, embarrassed that he was already becoming hard. You could feel the shape of his erection against your crotch; you slid forward, unaware that you were leaving a smear of slick along the front of his pants.

“Ahn,” Kaveh groaned from the pleasurable friction, trying his best to restrain himself. “Are you sure you want to keep doing this? You’re hurt.”

“How many times do I have to ask you for it,” You whined, “I want to fuck you… No, I want to make love with you.”

“Hahh, Y/N…” Kaveh sighed. “I want that too.”

That was all the indication you needed – you shifted your hips off of his lap as your fingers worked deftly to unbuckle his pants and free his rapidly stiffening member. Kaveh let out a faint “tch” as you wrapped your hand around it, working far more deliberately and deftly than you had the last time you did this to him.

As your warm lips wrapped around the head of his dick, Kaveh quivered with pleasure; he was instantly hard.

“Hnn, Y/N~” He sighed as you pushed more of him into your mouth. You began to bob your head, relishing the curves and edges of his cock. You relished the sounds he made as you pleasured him; the way he let out the slightest moan sent heat rushing into your core.

Kaveh was stunned at how eagerly you seemed to devour him. This didn’t seem like lovemaking at all; you seemed hungry, unsatiated, desperate for him. He sighed, realizing you likely never learnt what it truly meant to make love, after your first sexual experience being under the influence of an aphrodisiac and your second being the hellish hate-sex that Kaveh heard through the ceiling earlier.

The blonde reached his hands down to your head, tucking a piece of your hair back before running his fingers through it. He began to lift your head, urging you to stop your ministrations.

“Here.” He murmured, “Let me please you instead.”

“O-okay.” You nodded, unsure of what to do as you sat back on your heels. Kaveh guided you over, and you laid down on your back as his fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt to lift it over your hips.

His hands graced over your legs, guiding them open gently as he settled between them. His hand pressed a little harder against one spot and made you wince. Kaveh immediately withdrew his hand, glancing at where he had touched you, realizing just how hurt you were. He could see the painful-looking bruises that mottled your thighs, some of them in the shape of handprints. Kaveh seethed; how dare Alhaitham hurt you like this.

“I’d never treat a work of art so carelessly,” Kaveh murmured, dipping his head down. He left feather-light kisses along your legs, each one covering another bruise and bite-mark from Alhaitham. As Kaveh neared your core, he picked his head back up.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, even in the slightest.”

You nodded, and Kaveh took this as your acknowledgement. He dipped his head back down, his breath fanning over your exposed heat and making you hold your breath with anticipation.

The wet heat of Kaveh’s tongue covered your eager folds, his lips settling around your clit. Kaveh began to suck and lap at your sensitive bud, his movements slowly growing in intensity as you sighed with pleasure.

His hands ran over the dip of your hips, gently gracing over the bruised skin, sending shivers through your body. As his tongue swirled around your clit, his lips working in unison to send pleasure and heat like fire through your core, you moaned in delight.

“Ngh, Kaveh~”

His nipping and lapping grew more vigorous, slurping noises filling the room. His tongue dipped down momentarily, pushing into your leaking entrance, and Kaveh relished the taste of your slippery arousal on his tongue. You sighed as you constricted around his tongue and raised your legs up to wrap around his head.

The blonde brought a hand down, ever-so-gently pushing a finger into you. He was careful not to hurt you; he moved slowly, pushing it in all the way before beginning to steadily pump it in and out of you.

Your sighs turned into pants as you felt your orgasm begin to build; Kaveh’s movements were tender yet deliberate, as if he were soothing your body while stimulating it.

Kaveh began to nip more eagerly at your swelling clit. He added another finger slowly, pushing it in carefully so you wouldn’t feel any pain from the stretch.

All you could feel was pleasure as Kaveh pressed the pads of his fingertips into your gummy walls; the dual-motion on your clit and inside your pussy pushed you faster and faster to climax.

As he heard your moans grow in intensity, he picked up his pace, eager to draw your orgasm out of you. The lewd noises of his lips grew louder as his fingers pumped faster.

And finally, with a shaky sigh, you were finally pushed over the edge as you convulsed around Kaveh’s fingers. His movements slowed but didn’t stop, steadily prolonging your climax. Your legs relaxed, falling from where they were latched around his head.

As you came down from your high, Kaveh withdrew his fingers from you, dipping his tongue down to scoop up the slick that had pooled in your entrance. He lifted his head, putting both fingers into his mouth as well, licking your arousal off of them.

You stared up at Kaveh with a lust-filled gaze. You weren’t sated – at least, not yet.

As Kaveh sat back on his heels and pulled off his shirt, you stared at his dick; for such a lewd body part, it seemed beautiful. You loved how his pale shaft curved slightly, meeting the blushing tip that stood upright in the air.

“Are you okay to continue?” Kaveh asked.

“Yes. Please.” You murmured, staring up into his amber-bronze eyes.

Kaveh reached over you and towards the nightstand, opening the drawer to rummage through it. He withdrew a small foil square, returning to his seat between your legs as he tore it open with his teeth.

“Wait.” You spoke, and Kaveh froze in place. His eyes flitted over you, searching for a reason why you’d want to stop. However, what came out of your mouth next made his eyes go wide.

“That asshole had condoms all along?!”

“He didn’t use one?!” Kaveh exclaimed in disbelief.

“No,” You shook your head.

“That bastard!” Kaveh groaned. “Does he have no sense of respect?!”

“I just want to forget about him.” You sighed, staring off to the side.

“Here.” Kaveh leaned over you, his lips hovering over yours. “Let me help.”

Capturing your lips with his, Kaveh rolled the condom over his shaft and lined himself up with your entrance.

You sighed into the kiss as you felt Kaveh’s tip press into you. He moved slowly, bringing a second hand up to stroke your hair and distract you from any discomfort. His lips worked down your jaw and neck, laying a delicate peck on each mark left by Alhaitham.

Kaveh began to move slowly, staring down intently at you for any indication of pain. His penetration did hurt – but you wanted it so badly, no soreness left behind by Alhaitham could deter you. Kaveh’s hips moved smoothly, slowly picking up his pace, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued.

“You’re so beautiful.” Kaveh murmured as he continued to rock into you. He relished the way you sighed from the pleasure. He held a steady pace, thrusting into you rhythmically, focusing more on your pleasure than his own.

“Faster.” You whispered, your breath tickling Kaveh’s ears.

“A-are you sure?” Kaveh asked, knowing that you were most certainly still hurt from what Alhaitham had done.

“Please, Kaveh.” Your voice came out more like a whine than a question, and the blonde immediately began to pick up his pace.

Kaveh was careful; he knew you were bruised, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you – he had no idea you actually enjoyed it. He began to thrust faster, refusing to fully bottom out, having seen the dark purple bruises that covered your inner thighs and ass.

“More, please,” You moaned, desperate to feel all of him.

Kaveh obliged; he began to push into you faster, his hips gently meeting your ass at the bottom of each thrust. You let out a breathy moan from the friction and pressure of his dick inside of you.

“Harder.” You murmured, and Kaveh began to grow worried about you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kaveh responded, his voice airy as he continued his movements.

“Hurt me, Kaveh.”

Kaveh’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly as he realized what you meant. He didn’t know how to feel about hurting a woman like this; but you wanted it. You asked him for it.

And so, Kaveh began to pound into you, his hips slapping against the plush of your ass as he filled you over and over with his cock. Pants began to fill the room from Kaveh’s exertion and the pleasure that began to fill your body.

Through the rapid and forceful thrusts, Kaveh could feel your walls tighten around him. He stared down at your face and realized it was contorted with pleasure. You loved this feeling, even though Kaveh knew you were in pain at the same time.

“Yes,” You panted, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Kaveh grunted as his hips snapped against yours, realizing that at this pace, he would cum too soon. The way you seemed to relish this feeling only turned him on even further.

“Archons, Y/N-” Kaveh murmured, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued to pound into you. His abs flexed with each thrust, his muscles quickly growing fatigued from the relentless pace you demanded of him.

The coil in your stomach began to tighten faster and faster, your legs instinctually moving up to wrap around his waist. This gave Kaveh greater access to your core, and allowed him to thrust even deeper into your desperate pussy.

“Kaveh, I’m- I’m gonna-” You whined, the coil building far too fast now, Kaveh’s thrusts pushing you over the edge.

You cried, convulsing around his cock, your legs shaking as Kaveh continued to pound into you. Kaveh’s pants began to turn into groans as he felt you constrict violently around him, as if you were trying to strangle his dick with your walls.

Now that you came, Kaveh couldn’t hold it back anymore. He quickly came after you, shooting his load into the condom as his thrusts finally stilled.

Now, the room was filled only with the steadily slowing pants of the both of you. Kaveh leaned down once more to lay a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand stroking your cheek. You unwound your legs from where they were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to withdraw from him. Kaveh began to sit up, but your hands flew up to his shoulders to hold him still.

“Can we… keep going?”

“Huh?” Kaveh asked, surprised. He’d never come across a partner who wanted to keep going.

“Please.” You begged, suddenly shifting your weight to roll Kaveh over, landing the blonde on his back as you began to straddle him.

“Ngh, wait,” Kaveh blurted out, shocked.

You didn’t stop, however, as you lowered your swollen lips onto Kaveh’s half-hard cock, running it up and down his length as you rolled your hips.

Kaveh was far too hard far too soon after cumming. He stared up at your angelic body, relishing the gaze of lust you were giving him.

“Wait, first you have to change the co- Ngh!”

Kaveh’s eyes rolled back as you quickly settled on top of his dick, sheathing it fully inside your soaked cavern. It sent so much pleasure shooting through his body that it bordered on pain, forcing the blonde to squeeze his eyes shut.

You quickly began to ride Kaveh, slamming yourself down on him over and over. Your arousal dripped from you freely, turning the slapping sounds louder and wetter than before as you began to coat the base of his shaft and his lower stomach with slick.

Kaveh’s hands flew up to your waist, not to control your movements, but because he simply needed something to hold onto as pleasure surged like fire through his body.

You chased the high faster and faster, ignoring the burn of fatigue in your legs and the painful soreness as you landed on your bruised ass over and over. You were desperate, filling yourself with Kaveh’s dick over and over, your breasts bouncing in the air as you moved over and over.

Kaveh opened his eyes to see how desperately you were ravishing him, staring at your body as you used him.

“Archons, Y/N, what are you doing to me?” Kaveh groaned.

You didn’t know.

You were just trying to cum.

But why… why were you doing this?

You’d never truly felt loved in this way before, resorting to the mindless chase of pleasure and forgetting that you were overstimulating the person trying to make love to you. Far too many emotions rushed forward at once, forcing tears to well up in your eyes.

Both you and Kaveh had feelings emerge that you’ve never had to deal with before. Kaveh merely wanted to love and care for you, and didn’t realize just how warped your sense of love and pleasure was. He realized this was most likely because of how Alhaitham treated you… not just today, but how he’d treated you since the two of you first met.

As Kaveh saw a droplet trail down your cheek while you continued to ride him, he couldn’t hold it in anymore either, and began to cry as well – from the overstimulation, the way you seemed so desperate, the feelings he felt that were far too intense…

Your bouncing became erratic as you pushed yourself closer and closer to your climax, the tension in your abdomen building and building until you came with a pathetic cry.

You finally fell still. Settling on top of Kaveh as your pussy convulsed around him, you threw your head back as you fell fully into your orgasm.

“Fu~ck…” Kaveh choked out, his chest shaking as he sobbed. The tears freely streamed down his face. He was overwhelmed by pleasure and his feelings at the same time; it was far too much for him to deal with.

You fell forward, coming to rest on top of Kaveh’s chest. A choked sob escaped your lips. The both of you were now crying, and Kaveh wrapped his arms around you as he cried. His hands moved from your back, to your hair, to your cheeks, to your waist, roaming around your body in search of comfort.

You didn’t understand.

You made love, you came, you enjoyed it. Yet why were you still so angry about Alhaitham?

The way he treated you earlier. No, the way he’d always treated you. Why did it upset you so much? You shouldn’t even care about him. At least, not with another man’s dick inside of you.

You were overwhelmed.

However, after everything that happened, you were far too exhausted. The heavy veil of sleep quickly settled over you as you relaxed into Kaveh’s warm embrace.

Kaveh noticed your sobs had turned into steady sighs, and craned his neck to look at your face. You seemed to be peacefully asleep – somehow passing out like a light.

He moved carefully, shifting himself off of you as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Even though he didn’t cum a second time, he was soft anyway – his emotions were just too overwhelming for him to continue to be turned on.

Kaveh slipped out of bed, tying off and discarding the condom before heading into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up.

He was a gentleman, after all, and would never skip the necessary aftercare.

~~~

You sighed, your body shifting under the covers, enjoying the relaxing warmth of your bed.

As you slowly emerged from unconsciousness, you had the stark realization that this wasn’t your small bed in your tiny Sumeru city apartment. You were inside Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom, surrounded by walls of books and beautiful stained glass windows.

There was a shifting behind you, a warm breath against your shoulder, and you realized someone was behind you. Thinking for a moment that it was Alhaitham, your heart stilled in your chest as you whipped your head around.

At the glimpse of messy blonde hair, you realized it was just Kaveh.

He had been holding onto you tightly, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck. As you slowly withdrew from him, you realized how serene he was. It was tempting to settle back down, to enjoy his embrace, to fall back asleep in his arms.

However, the previous day’s events haunted you. Alhaitham had left for port Ormos without you on a mission that the sages gave him and not you.

The hot fury of indignation filled you, and now you were suddenly completely awake.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You needed to go after him, to go to port Ormos, even though the mission strictly wasn’t yours.

You carefully slipped out of Kaveh’s embrace, watching silently as the blonde shifted in bed from your absence and then settled back into a deep sleep. You left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, to grab your things and prepare to leave as soon as possible.

You rummaged through your suitcase, pulling on your clothes, throwing things into your bag. There was no time to waste – Alhaitham had a large head start.

As you tip-toed through the front foyer, you tried the front door, only to realize that it was locked from the inside as well as the outside.

“Dammit.” You muttered to yourself. “Of course they’d try to lock me in.”

You shook your head, stepping back and staring at the door, only to realize half of it was covered in stained glass. Very expensive, but very breakable stained glass.

With a jump and a kick, you had broken through the window and tumbled onto the front steps outside. The sound was loud and grated your ears, but you looked around at the streets outside and nobody seemed to be around to notice anything – it was still very early in the morning.

You stood up and dusted yourself off, then looked back at the front doors. It was a shame that you had ruined such beautiful stained glass, but Alhaitham had more than enough money to replace it.

You turned back around, beginning to jog down the stairs and the road at the bottom. The journey to port Ormos was long, and you needed to make it in good time.

~~~

As Kaveh heard the shattering of glass, he sat straight up in bed. He glanced around the room and quickly realized you were nowhere to be seen – save for the neatly penned note left on the pillow beside him.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he blinked as he read the note.

‘I’m sorry, I can’t stay here anymore. Enjoy the last padisarah pudding for me. I left it in the fridge.’

~~~

To be Continued...

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