My Face Was Like This The Whole Time I Read This

My face was like this the whole time I read this 😳😩👌✨️

Thanks for the food, bestie 😩🤌✨️

Pussy eating with Wriothesley

~ content: smut, pussy eating, penetration, x female reader, pre-fontaine Wriothesley, possibly ooc?

~ a/n: wriothesley would be a master at eating pussy. he is one hungry wolf gentleman. I hope he's not too ooc from how I imagine him to be.

In the chief of police's office, all that can be heard is slurping and a woman's moans.

You're sat on his desk while he's bent down in his seat, with his face between your legs. You watch him as he goes from slurping and licking your clit to fingering your hole with his middle and ring finger. The combination causing your legs to shake and sends electricity up your spine.

You comb your fingers through your boyfriend's hair while trying to find something to hang on too as the pleasure begins to become too much.

He continues to suckle your clit while groaning from your tight grip in his hair. He stares up at you with dark, lust filled eyes. The deep, intimate eye contact making you a bit embarrassed especially considering his position of what he's doing to you at the moment. But that is soon forgotten as the pumping of his fingers gets faster and the sucking on your clit gets harsher.

Your legs try to tighten around his head, but his free hand grabs one of your legs to keep them open as the pace of his ministrations doesn't stop.

"Wr-wriothesl-sley" you whine. He smirks into your pussy as he enjoys the melody of whines that leave your mouth. His pride growing, knowing the effect he has on you.

Your head falls back, screaming as waves of pleasure finally crash over you as you squirt into your lover's mouth. He helps you ride out your mind-breaking orgasm. You come down from your high but not for long until you begin to shake and whine from the overstimulation as Wriothesley continues to clean up all your juices.

He finally removes his mouth from your pussy, gasping and breathing heavily, but not without leaving a faint bite on the inside of your thigh.

You gaze at him through cloudy eyes as he rises to his feet. You notice the lust in his eyes and look down at his crotch, noticing the bulge in his constricting pants.

You find the strength to push your upper body off of his desk and move your hands to the belt of his pants. You begin unbuckling until hands gently grab your hands to halt your movements. You look up at Wriothesley.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he scans your eyes.

You lovingly gaze back as you go to grab his tie instead. Pulling slightly to bring him close to your face.

"I'm sure. I want more. I want your cock inside me."

You close the distant between the two of you by pulling further on his tie causing your lips to meet for a passionate kiss.

You two pull away as he stands up straight, letting go of your hand, giving you permission to continue.

You smile and go back to unbuckling his belt while he watches you.

Pulling down his pants a bit, his hot cock frees from its confines. He slightly inhales as the cool air hits his cock. You admire his cock, always loving how pretty his cock is. It was about 8 inches, thick girth, pink tip with a couple of veins lining around it. There was also a patch of black and grayish hair above it.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the warmth of your hand comforting to him.

You give his cock a few pumps until he grabs your hand again, stopping your ministrations. He gently pushed you down onto his desk. With one hand holding both of your wrist down, his other hand grabbed his shaft to aline it to your hole. He pauses, silently asking you for permission to enter.

You nod your head. He slowly pushes inside, enjoying the your tightness. You tense up a bit. No matter how many times you two have done this, your pussy struggled taking his thick cock.

He stops half way, letting go of your wrists. Instead, he wraps your arms around his neck and kisses your cheek. He whispers in your ear, "Relax, my love." He then kisses and suckles on your neck. The acts of affection and comfort helping the pain ease.

After a few more moments of waiting, you wrap your legs around his hips, mumbling "more".

He moves to your face and kisses you. He proceeds to bottom out into you, causing you to moan into the kiss.

He begins to move at a steady pace. You break the kiss as you moan and gasps.

He watches your expressions as his pace begins to speed up. His name falling from your lips like a melody, unleashing something deep within him.

He growls. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you and begins to pound into you. Surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor, your head falls back and your moans get louder, turning into screams of pleasure. He growls with each harsh thrust.

He could feel you tighten more around him, indicating your oncoming orgasm. He leans down, sinking his canines into your neck. Not hard enough to pierce the skin but enough to send signals of slight pain down your spine. The pain from his bite turning into added pleasure as your eyes glaze over and you shake, your orgasm finally overtaking you.

His rough pounding doesn't cease one bit as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You have no time to recover from your orgasm until another wave of pleasure begins to crawl over you.

"You're gonna come again. Go ahead and come for me," he chuckles with his charming voice.

You barely hear him while your second orgasm overcomes your senses. You moan loudly.

"Give me one more. You can do that right?" he asks.

Unable to get any words out, you slightly nod your head. He smirks. "My good little mouse."

He grabs the back of you thighs, pushing them to your chest. He continues his relentless pounding, grunting as he watches his cock move in and out of you.

Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, head becoming dizzy with pleasure.

"Gonna breed my cute little mouse with my cum. You want that, right?" One of his hands goes to your button, putting pressure, adding too much stimulation, causing you to tighten more around him.

"To-too much wrio," you mewl, a few tears escaping your eyes.

His thrusts start to become sloppy, until you feel him filling you up. This causes you to fall over the edge for the final time, squirting onto his cock. His cum becoming too much that it begins to overflow and leak out. He growls as his hips still, eyes closed in pleasure.

He lets go of your thighs, gently picking you up off of his desk. He takes a few steps back, softly landing on his chair with you on his lap. With one arm around your back, his other hand is gently stroking your hair.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away there."

You've calmed down by now, being able to finally speak clear words. You giggle. "Yeah, sorta like a beast was released."

"I can't help the effect you have on me. You drive me crazy sometimes with lust and love. It's hard to control it seeing you look as beautiful as you do."

You blush and pull away a bit so you're able to see his face. His cheeks are slightly tinted, unsure whether its from the passionate session you just had, the words he just said, or both.

After a moment of silence, he cups your cheek and opens his mouth to speak the three words that always make your heart race.

"I love you."

Your eyes widen a bit, blush deepening. He wasn't really one to say those words so openly often. But you knew when he did say them, he truly meant them. You smile.

"I love you too."

A small smile graces his handsome features. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

"Wriothesley, always a charming gentleman."

I just woke up and this is a nice thing to wake up to–

Thank you for the Wrio food🙏

Wriothesley nsfw headcanons 🐺

~ Minors do NOT interact please! ~

~ warnings: spiciness x 100🌶️, kinks, a bit of smut, pre-fontaine wriothesley ofc

~ a/n: i was BLUSHING while writing this !! as you can see, i am in desperate need of crumbs for this man 🥺

this man is a gentleman in the streets (and a beast in the sheets)

i see this man being mostly dominant but also willing to be a bit of a sub. anything to please his s/o

this man has a lot of scars and i think he doesn't really mind them, but there's a little part of him thats a little self conscious about them so please show his scars some love. HE WILL MELT ! lightly trace your fingers over his scars and kiss them and he will be lightly blushing ahhhhh !

BREEDING KINK

tbh i would like to imagine he gets moments of heat

he has A LOT of stamina so he can go for many rounds

favorite positions are mating press cause of wolf traits duh, missionary cuz he loves to look deeply in your eyes as he pounds into you, and sometimes from behind standing up against his desk while he holds you close and whispers in your ear.

basically he prefers positions where he can see your face. he loves the intimacy and being able to kiss you

quickies in his office happen sometimes but he usually prefers to do it in the privacy of your guys' home so he can take his time with worshipping you

he doesnt really talk during the deed but he is vocal. i'm talkin DEEP GRUNTS and moaning

the few moments he does talk, he's usually teasing you

another kink is bondage, with consent of course. he would use his police handcuffs *wink wink* but if those are too rough, he'd use his tie to bound your wrists together above your head.

is not really into hurting his significant other. the most he'll do is biting and some light bondage

looking more into detail about the biting, he does it a lot! you'll be marked EVERYWHERE ! he can't help it, poor baby just gets too caught up in the moment when he's inside you.

Imagine: wriothesley has you in a mating press. With every thrust getting deeper and deeper inside you, he's grunting into your neck. it just feels so good for the both of you. Your warm insides squeezing him tighter, signaling that you're on the verge of your fourth orgasm. he's getting close also. he bites your shoulder as he pounds harder, his thrusts getting sloppy. then he deeply groans as he fills you up for who knows how many times its been. you've lost count.

After the sessions where he gets too carried away and you're both cuddling once you've calmed down, he scans your skin, noticing all the bite marks he left. He begins feeling bad (even though you don't mind ;). he makes it up to you by gently kissing and licking every mark he left. he doesn't feel too bad tho because seeing his marks on your skin gives him a sense of pride. being able to show others that you belong to him😈

he's not necessarily possessive but he likes marking his territory (like the big bad wolf he is)

a master at aftercare! i'm talking baths, massages, kisses, and snuggling🥺

good morning wriothesley nation i saw this art meme on twitter and i think it deserves to be here. wrio doesnt seem to be a fan of this idea though..

⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ KAMA SUTRA: PRINCIPLES OF LOVE it’s silly, al haitham thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind.

al haitham x sub!f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. established relationship / clit kissies + dry humping / foreplay heavy! / praise + petnames / cervix fucking / creampie / al haitham is only a teeny bit teasing + vewy sweet / 2.7k wc. feedback + comments supa appreciated!

“you’ll never hear the end of it if kaveh catches you with that.”

you paw at the thick book al haitham has laid over the thigh that you aren’t occupying, shying into his neck at the image painted on the cardstock page he’s flipped to— one of a man and woman adorned in fine jewelry, gold silks tumbling off their limbs as they embrace each other in what appears to be a rather compromising position.

truth be told, you’re not exactly sure what led your lover— someone who has rarely ever indulged in the pleasure-oriented faculties of life— to pick up such a text about sex and eroticism as the kama sutra, but the mere thought of it is enough to have heat swirling in your tummy and your legs squeezing around the thigh you’re straddling.

“there’s far more to the kama sutra than just… fornication. it’s more so a guide to living well and the nature of love. a whole section is dedicated to finding a life partner—”

“awh, does that mean you’re gonna…?” you giggle, wagging your ring finger in front of his face playfully.

al haitham’s ears tinge red at your insinuation, but he carries on with the faintest of smirks on his lips that he’s trained to remain invisible. “— and there’s another chapter solely demonstrating when and how to commit adultery.”

and just like that— your toothy smile turns to a frown, nose twitchy as you anxiously toss your hair. “better not be reading that chapter, hmph.” you mutter into the warm skin of his neck, lips curving into a weak kiss that you lay over his pulse.

it’s almost amusing to him, the prettiest pout on your lips and brows knit cutely as you try to hide your disappointment from him, turning your head away from his when he attempts to face you. he blows out a sigh, chuckling sweetly when he catches you and lays a delicate kiss to your cheek. “never said i’d be paying that part any mind, sweetheart.”

when you respond by wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and bury your face in his shirt, he can only bring himself to smile and shake his head as he feels himself enter a bit of a daze that’s full of yearning and craving. unnatural, for someone like himself, but fitting, for someone madly in love.

and so, he gently spreads your legs to slot his hips between them, hiking a thigh over his shoulder before lowering his face to the crotch of your panties, skirt pooling flimsily at your hips. “when a woman reproaches a man, but at the same time acts affectionately towards him, she should be made love to in every way.” he quotes from the book.

the warmth of his breath reaches through the thin cotton and your cunt begins to weep, clenching and oozing out slick in a silent plea for his fingers, his tongue— anything to relieve the weight of desperation that settles heavy on your stomach. and before your hips can involuntarily wiggle against his face in search of respite, alhaitham is already tugging your panties to the side to place a sweet, lingering kiss on your clit. 

you tremble at the sudden heat, soft features overcome with a dazed expression as if that alone is enough to knock all the thought out of your pretty little head. “‘h-haitham, what’re you doing…”

“putting theory into practice.”

and then he’s licking up the length of your slit, collecting your sugary slick in the dip of his tongue before letting it dribble past his lips in a mix of saliva onto your swollen clit— giving it another kiss, and another, and then some— until your chest begins to heave with pitchy whispers of his name, candied with a burning behind your eyes from how badly you need more of him.

“patience, darling …” lips are replaced with a growing bulge as his face levels to meet your own, sapphire-tinged emerald dancing across your features, from the delicate pinch of your brows to the flex of your neck. al haitham presses into you deeper, your bare and puffy folds moulding to the shape of his cock through his slacks, drenching the fabric with your milky cream.

his crotch catches onto your clit and in an instant, you’re curling your fingers woefully into the linen of his shirt, puffing out hot air against his jaw as you sweetly keen into him— f-feels good, ‘haitham, feels s’good.

oh, he thinks you're so pretty like this— clinging onto his bicep and painting his ivory skin with crescents of red, every slow grind of his clothed cock against your achy cunt drawing another eager, desperate whine from your throat. and you only fall more lightheaded as he nuzzles into your ankle dangling off his shoulder, kissing the bone before making quick work to remove the noisy anklet adorning it, because all he wants to hear are the sounds he coaxes out of you; he's sure they're the sweetest sounds to grace the earth.

“w-wan’… kiss…”

“what’s that?” he whispers against the inside of your knee, the swell of your breast, the hollow of your clavicle as he travels lipwards— covering every inch except the place you need to feel him most.

“i wanna kiss on my lips, ‘haitham!” you throw a tiny fit, and it’s nothing short of adorable when your tongue does a poor job of biting back your impatience. the uneven pout of your lips and the twitch of your nose have his veins aching with such a strong need to dote on you, tend to you until he rids you of the pain of your burning desire and all you’re able to voice is 50 different whimpers of his name.

“but if i kiss you here,” al haitham teases as he runs a thumb over the dainty curve of your mouth, stopping it at the swell of your bottom lip before releasing a strained laugh, chest knotted up with half-pleasure and half-pain, for all he wants to do is kiss and suck and lick and nibble the soft flesh— feed on it, even— and with a generosity wherein you’re ready to offer anything, everything, he’s almost positive you’d let him. “i’m afraid i won’t be able to stop.”

“don’t want you to stop… never ever.” your eyes are hazy with the light of the stars and you’re looking up at him with so much ardour, busying your lips with soft suckles on his finger while he hastily frees his cock from the confines of his slacks. and his gaze stays on you all the while— because you look so pretty like this and your words settle in the deepest depths of his soul and he thinks he could just devour you whole.

“never ever, hm?” he muses, eyes warm with mirth. you shiver and twitch under his gentle hold, where he kisses the corner of your parted lips, nosing along your cheek to place another on your brow, a final one against the hot lobe of your ear. his breath fans over your neck as he teases your little cunt open with his leaking tip, and you feel him smirk against your skin when you obediently spread your legs wider to accommodate his size. “you wouldn’t be able to eat or drink anything ever again.” 

it’s almost tragic— the soft, dreamy lulls of your head, the cute whimpers of his name, the saliva that pools and spills around the thumb he pops out of your mouth— he’s barely gotten the flushed head of his cock past your tight ring of muscle and you’re already so complacent, pliable for him. 

“don’t care… s’long as i have you,” you sniffle, fingers grappling weakly at the tufts of platinum and sage that curl around his neck, trying to lean up and nuzzle your nose against his. “please, kiss me?”

and it’s in the way you ask him: with dew clinging to your lashes and a timid quiver to your breath that makes him submit all at once, because what kind of a person would he be to deny his lover when she asks so sweetly?

and just as al haitham’s lips meet yours, he’s reprimanding himself for not giving you a kiss sooner. because on your tongue he tastes the spice carried through the sumeru wind and zaytun peaches and all the fluttering pieces of romantic prose you eat and gosh— alhaitham is the furthest thing from a poet— but surely, he doesn’t need any kama sutra to teach him about the love he holds for you in his heart.

he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you some more— smirking against your lips when you sigh happily and melt into the palms that smooth up your waist. “pretty little thing, aren’t you?

“uh huh, wanna be everything for you,” bringing your other leg to rest atop his shoulder, you respond wetly through the spit bubbling at your mouth and the blood that flows straight to your brain as he begins to fuck you languidly with his tip, watching your slick drip and ooze around the bulbous, red head.

he shushes your sobs sweetly, the pads of his thumbs dipping just at the edges of your eyes to collect any tears before they have a chance to be shed. “shhh— f-fuck— s’okay, you’re doin’ so well— doing so well for me.”

you begin to pant against the hollow of his neck as he eases his full length into you, all the ridges and veins decorating his cock that you’ve come to memorize over the months perfectly snug against the tightness of your delicate walls. his head falls forwards and his forehead bumps against your shoulder, a harsh, erotic groan escaping him when your little cunt begins to squeeze and clench around his cock, sucking him in further, all the way until he’s knocking at the sponge of your cervix and his pubic bone is flush against your clit.

your hips jerk at the sharp pulses of pleasure that build in your abdomen as he grinds into your womb— the sweetest, breathiest whines of ‘h-haitham, ‘haitham, s’big flood his brain because he’s deeper than he’s ever been, with the backs of your knees sticky against the bridge of his shoulders and your body quivering under him from how full you feel.

he does all he can to wash away the ache in your tummy— sliding a palm between the couch and the back of your head to cradle it, pressing hot kisses over the apple of your cheek as he continues drawing his hips back and forth.

and he continues fucking into your womb like this, thumb sliding in the thin space between his crotch and your clit to rub sloppy hearts on the puffy nub, and— oh, it feels like heaven.

“feels like heaven?” he’s asking, charmed by your guileless wonder as you wrap your arms around his neck and meekly tug his face closer to yours, rubbing your nose against his cheek like a puppy endeared to her owner.

“mhm, feel you here, ‘haitham… in my tummy,” you giggle in ecstasy, at the thought of his cock twitching wildly in you and his cum filling you up there, hot and sticky and oozing like sweet milk down your thighs— you want it so bad; you want it everywhere. to have him mark you with his seed as a proclamation of his love, fuck, you think you might cry.

and you do, because you want him— all of him so, so bad.

you sniffle when you feel the tears rush down your face and al haitham can only groan at how overwhelming everything is: the wild pounding of his heart against his ribs and the starry night reflected in your eyes and your walls hugging his cock so tight like it loves it. 

“h-hey now, ‘m gonna cum if you keep sucking me in like that— f-fuck.” 

he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace— where you’re hiccupping on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes are glazed over with honey and the words come tumbling out of your pretty lips before you have a chance to think them through. “cum in me— pretty please, wan’ your cum in my tummy, wan’ it everywhere—oh!"

it’s all so much, because it’s only been a short while but your words send a glow of numbing pleasure through his head, down his chest to his cock— and then he’s cumming— thrusts jerky before he plunges into you completely, spurt after spurt of thick white ribbon filling your womb, flushing your limbs full of warmth. and you’re right there with him, as the head of his cock twitches and drags over that spot nestled deep in your cunt and his thumb continues its assault on your clit, gravelly voice spewing sweet nothings into your hair while you keen for him sweetly.

you’re so pretty when you cry, so pretty when you cum— he tells you as he clears your face of any stray hairs before thumbing your tears away. the next few moments are silent and he takes them to admire you, the heave of your chest as your breath steadies, the almost doll-like pout of your lips, the precious way you suck your cheek in between your teeth to defy the flustered grin that forms under the curious gaze of your lover.

“don’t hide your smile from me.” the most tender smile graces his face when you begin to giggle shyly, eyes beaming with starlight and mouth curved up like the softest of petals. “so long as lips shall kiss, and eyes shall see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

another passage from the kama sutra, you presume. the delivery of the line, words thick and dripping affection like molasses would’ve made you swoon if it weren’t for the mere fact that it was al haitham saying them. in a failed attempt to suppress the onslaught of laughter, you suck you bottom lip into your mouth, only for al haitham to tut you with a playful roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.

“i suppose such poetry is unbefitting for me, huh?”

your legs slot under his arms to wrap around his waist more comfortably, heels resting against his back dimples and fingers tracing hearts over the dips and grooves of his biceps. he’s picked it up as one of your habits— something you do when you feel particularly endeared to him. “you should leave the lovey-dovey stuff to me.”

perhaps you’re right, he tells you through bated breath— perhaps he’s the furthest thing from a poet, a romantic, but there’s no denying how you make him feel like he could compose the greatest love story in all the universe— and it’s silly, he thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind. 

perhaps al haitham is the furthest thing from a poet, but if you were to tell him he was your world, he would tell you that you’re everything that makes the world good and beautiful and pure. tell him you’d die without him, and he’d tell you that he could still exist without you, but that’s all he’d ever manage to do. you can say that every day spent with him is like a story, and he’d tell you that you make him feel like he’s living in a fairytale— every second of every day.

but al haitham is a scholar, not a romantic, and such poetry is unbefitting for him. right?

from coco ๑‧₊˚ ෆ i squealed a whole lot while writing this .. my littl baby boy my prince my moon my sun my stars my everything ! i lov u so much so much so much so much foreva n’ eva n’ eva ;;n;; ! comments + reblogs + feedback of any kind ! r supa ! dupa appreciated !! thankies a billi for reading ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა

He's not even out yet and I'm obsessing over little crumb I get of him.

Tea date so true

Tea Time with Wriothesley

~ contents: pre-fontaine wriothesley, fluff, a bit suggestive

~ a/n: i'm not that much of a tea person except for sweet iced teas, but i'd wanna have tea time with wriothesley🥺 this sorta made me blush and smile while writing this, but i hope this isn't cringe lol. I hope you guys enjoy it also :)

In the room, the ticking of a clock and papers shuffling can be heard. Wriothesley puts the papers down to close his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. He glances at the clock and sees he's been working overtime for about an hour and a half. He looks at the stack of papers on his desk and sighs. It's gonna be a while more until he finishes with today's paper work. He grabs the papers he put down to continue reading. Suddenly, there's a knock at his door. He tenses and sighs, thinking it's a coworker bringing more work to him. He tells the person to come in. The door opens and he visibly relaxes when he sees it's you.

"It's over your work hours and you haven't come home yet. I figured you got caught up with work again."

He chuckles as he puts down the papers. "Yeah, it's been a very chaotic day today."

You walk towards his desk and as you got closer, you noticed the faint bags under his eyes. You then begin to comb your fingers through his hair, causing him to close his eyes. He has a faint smile on his face.

"When was the last time you took a break?"

He tenses a bit. With his eyes still closed, he signs and says "Not since noon, but that was only for 5 minutes until I had to go out to capture a group of criminals we've been hunting for a while in the main part of the city." You figured he wouldn't be able to leave work anytime soon so you began to think of something you could do to help your boyfriend get through his work. You stop combing his hair and pull your hand away. He opens his eyes and you could see in his eyes, his was wondering why you stopped. You giggle.

"How about I make you some tea? I know that will help you hold you over until you're done with your paperwork." His face softens as a small smile forms.

"As long as you don't try to switch out my drink with one of Sigewinne's drinks again."

You gasp. "That was one time. I was only trying to help her mess with you."

He silently smirks at you.

You roll your eyes and smile. "I promise I won't switch out your tea with one of her drinks." He chuckles.

You walk over to the little drink center in his office where his usually makes his tea. You decide on some green tea to help keep Wriothesley awake while you make yourself some hibiscus tea.

Once the green tea was done heating up, you remember your boyfriend prefers the bitter taste of tea, wanting no sugar, milk, or cream added. While you prefer sweet things, adding about four spoonful of sugar to overpower the bitter taste of the tea.

While making the tea, you didn't notice the eyes watching you the whole time instead of focusing on the paperwork in his hands. Wriothesley put the papers down, quietly got up from his chair, and walked over to you where your back was turned and you were too focused on getting the tea right.

Suddenly, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, startling you and causing you to squeak. You feel the breath from your boyfriend on your neck as he chuckles.

"You're cute when you squeak like a little mouse."

You blush. "Don't tease me or I'll add sugar to your tea."

He laughs and buries his face in your neck. " But you promised you wouldn't do anything to my tea."

"Yeah, well if you pick on me, I'll mess with your tea."

He laughs some more and apologizes.

You smile and relax in his arms. "The tea is almost ready."

"It smells good. I'm starting to feel relaxed already." His arms tighten a bit more around you. He leaves a light kiss on your neck. He enjoys little moments like this with you. "But that could also be because I have you here in my arms."

You blush. "You're teasing me again."

"Maybe. But it is true. You help me get through the rough moments of work". You smile. He always knew how to make your heart race. You move your hand up to his hair to comb through it again.

After a few minutes of staying in that position, "The tea is ready" you said.

He hums. "Let's just stay like this for a while longer." You wanted to say how the tea would get cold but you would be lying if you said you didn't want to stay like this a while longer also. You snuggled further into him to silently tell him okay.

You can always heat up the tea and have it later.

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

cw. rough n needy, fem! reader

a/n. wrio is cumming and so am i

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

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

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

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

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

"you're making me lose my mind."

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

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