Summary: You Are Getting Fucked By Them One Way Or Another

Summary: You are getting fucked by them one way or another

Pairings: Ex Husband! Alhaithan x Fem! Reader, CEO! Diluc x Fem! Reader, GYM Trainer! Itto x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: +18, Minors DNI, NSFW, breeding, kinda Non-con? , Jealousy, kinda mean Itto?, office sex, Somnophilia, drama, sex with some plot

Word count: 17k+ words

(A/n) : Hello everyone finally I am done with Part 1!!! I will be doing it now I am writing other parts as well and in between I will add some other posts too thank you so much for being patient with me I am so grateful to you guys really! I hope I don't disappoint you guys with this one hope you guys enjoy!!

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Ex Husband! Alhaitham:

Ex! Husband! Alhaitham who still regrets the day he made you leave him because he was such a neglectful husband, who always cared about his work his friends especially Kaveh who taunts him for his stupidity and says he is still shocked his relationship went up till marriage and kids before of his behavior.

Ex! Husband! Alhaitham realises his love for you is so deep and for his kid that every day he wakes up from nightmares of the day you left him.

Ex! Husband! Alhaitham who brought you flowers when it was his turn to look at kids he came with Kaveh because you informed him there are many things he needs to take this time since you will be going on a date and you need to be sure your kids are happy. But what Alhaitham didn't knew was that your date was already there with you.

As they both reached the door it was your date who opened the door which made Alhaitham blood boil. Kaveh standing awkwardly beside him till they both heard a cute yell.

"Papa!! You are here!!" Said his daughter who clings into Alhaitham's leg. Looking at his daughter he smiled and gave her a small kiss on her forehead and whispers something onto her ear. His daughter giggles and holds out her pinky and he held out his "it's a deal then my little one. "

Kaveh looked at him trying to figure out what the is going on but before he could react his daughter jumped on Kaveh and giggled "we are spending time together Uncle!! " Kaveh chuckled but looked at Alhaitham with fury smile but it all went away when Alhaitham said "you can have my 2 carts of wine take care of my daughter tonight" With that he grabs the collar of your date and pulls him close. "I will personally review your thesis and ruin your career for life so get the hell out of here and never I mean never see her again"

Alhaitham glared at him and pushed him out of the door and closed it but not before waving his daughter goodbye.

You heard some noise and thought that they all were gone as you were trying to get the dress zipper on you called for your date for help.

"[Date's Name] can you help me with this zipper? My hands can't reach-" "So you were really going to wear the dress that I brought you? " You felt shivers running down your spine as you heard Alhaitham's deep voice near your neck and his hands tracing your bare back.

"Alhaitham? What are you doing here? Where is [Date's Name]? And what about our baby-? " You were about to turn around but Alhaitham held you still "That sorry excuse will never see you again and our child is with Kaveh"

Alhaitham's hot breath against your neck was always your weakness and he knew it well. "You know... " Alhaitham trailed off as you stayed quiet as his hands were tracing some random patterns on your back and then he pushed his hands inside your dress and pressed his fingers on your soft plump tummy.

"I brought your your favorite flowers.. I wanted to make up with you.. Get back together with you.. I knew I was a bastrad neglecting my lovely wife but here you are trying to move on from me... I am hurt my dear.. " Alhaitham kisses your neck occasionally leaving dark hickeys.

Your legs were getting weak as you softly whimper. You held onto his hands through your long dress and whisper out "I wanted to move on... From you because you never left my mind since the day we separated... Ah.." Your legs gave out you held Alhaitham by his back of his neck as his hands trailed down into your panties.

"It's okay now you don't have to move on from me.. I will never ever hurt you again.. Fuck to prove you that I love you a lot I will fuck another baby in you then treat you like a queen fuck you nice and good that you will want my cock in you all day. "

Alhaitham pushed your panties aside and softly rubbed against your leaking hole. "Look how wet you are.. Did you miss me my love? Missed my cock? Fuck how long it has been... You know I had to fuck my fist all the time when I thought of you" He pressed his hard on again your ass.

"Oh my dear I am not going to stop till I make sure you are going to give me another kid"

•~• You didn't know how long it has been you legs were pressed against your chest. You have cummed almost 3 time now and Alhaitham still hasn't stopped fucking his tongue into you. After fucking his cum into you for the 2 time he started eating you out like no tomorrow.

Alhaitham rubbed his tongue into your hole as his nose rubbed against your clit. He pulled away and looked at you breathing heavily.

You were holding onto your pillows hard while breathing heavily. Alhaitham looked at you darkly "fuck look at you ready to be my breeding bitch only made to take my cum fuck" He rubbed his cock with one hand while other hand place your legs down and apart.

He held his cock head against your hole and kept rubbing the rest trying to bring himself closer he pushed his cock head in and held both of your legs up he then looked at you with a smirk as you were looking at his cock and moaned loudly as you felt his cock head in you. You mind was filled with nothing but lust so you held onto your knees for him to go in further.

"My little slut aren't you fuck look at you presenting yourself for me holding your legs for me so I could spread these sweet juicy pussy of yours and fuck you hard and fast.. Fuck you make me lose my sanity"

Alhaitham leaned forward and kissed you hard by holding your hair and then slammed his hips into you making you gasps loudly into his mouth for him to push his tongue into you and suck on them.

He slammed his hips repeatedly till you gave up holding your legs and grabbed into his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. He repeatedly pulled out till his cock head was only in then slammed into you hard.

You squirted all over his cock and held onto his hair as he pulled away from kissing you. You held out your tongue he looked at it and softly took it onto his tongue and sucked on it and then bit your lips as he came into you when his cock kissed your cervix.

And with that you passed out because of pleasure. Alhaitham pulled away and removed his cock from you and looked at your cunt leaking his cum mixed with yours. He smiled at your unconscious body and smiled but not before pushing his cock back in.

"Gotta wake you up with my cock till then rest okay I will use your cunt and fill you up to the brim and till I see your cute little tummy bulge with my cum hmm? Then I will be sure you are going to give our daughter a sibling"

With that he continues thrusting into you fucking his cum back into you.

•~• "So what did you and your dad talked about? " Kaveh asked curiously as your daughter placed another clip onto his hair.

"Papa promised that he will give me a little brother and will live with us again" Your daughter said happily.

Kaveh chuckled and said "that horny bastard"

"What's horny? "

"Nothing..! "

"Then I will ask Papa! "

"NOO!! "

xoxo

GYM TRAINER! ITTO:

It was hard for you, the stress from work, your boyfriend leaving you for some bitch and here you are trying to work the shit out of yourself in gym. You knew it is your fault it was him who could not be satisfied by you because you were a little chubby and have a cute tummy but it's not like he will ever realize his loss.

As you were in gym, you were looking at others to see what they were doing so you could do it too but then while looking around a guy stood in front of you half naked.

"Hey need some help? " He grinned at you, you just stared at his face and those eyes were lingering around his body "oh let me introduce myself I am one and only Itto one of the trainer I saw you, a new cute face looking around so I thought I should help you out I have like 7-14 days trail period so that if you liked my training for you, you could buy me for a months or so for your training I am a good guy you know~"

You blushed as he was a bit close to you as he explained his scheme but another voice came "Itto don't scare the poor lady here I don't think she will like your training I think she will like me more, I am Ayato~ owner and also a trainer. Nice to meet you sweetheart" Ayato said while taking your hand and kissing it softly.

"Hey you have enough clients let me have her!! You have also stealed many of my clients you know what let her decide who she wants" This situation was weird for you, two handsome guys fighting for you but not in romantic sence (or you thought so).

"Um thank you for your gestures but I don't mind Mr. Itto taking care of me" You smiled at them and with that itto pulled you closer to him "See I knew she was different" With that Ayato gave him some look and smile to you and left (he was shocked)

"So let me see how flexible you are and why are you here okay" Itto sat there with a paper to note down your details and you explained how you wanted to lose some fat but you didn't say it was because of your ex boyfriend but itto pressed it and you told him everything.

"So you are here because of some scum huh honestly you don't need to lose fat I mean tummy is the best part of a lady and maybe I can help you with muscles and all make you strong enough to beat the shit out of that scum and if you really want I will help you out for your fat too I will write down these schedule and types of training you might require and also warm up is important "

Itto smiles but there was something in his eyes you can tell the look he gave you like he was looking at his food but you ignored it.

{Time skip}

After some months Itto was nothing but a huge help and a sweetheart to you help you well and gain strength and you couldn't help but fell for him but you thought a guy like him can never be yours he was a gym guy every free time you would see some girls touching his muscles and laughing at his stupid jokes which you loved but those beautiful girls sometimes pitied you and you hated that but because of that you ignored him and them and did your work out alone for some time.

As you were doing your cardio some stood beside you and it was Ayato "need some help? " He asked as your own trainer was busy with others so you nodded.

As you took a little break your final workout was stretching so Ayato helped you with it. As you laid down on your back Ayato streached your legs and was almost pressed against you as you both were in missionary position. Itto was laughing with those girl till one of them said "Hey look at them gosh they are so cozy looks like sir Ayato likes her I mean I have never seen a stretch like that , that's literally a sex position" And others giggles while itto looks at Ayato only to you underneath.

You are his client yes other trainers can help but yeah there wasn't a stretch like that but Itto knew Ayato had an eye on you for a while since he never take up on female clients because they would end up being unprofessional and touch him or seduce him but this was the first time he was seducing some and that was you. His blood boiled more when Ayato's face was closer to yours and you giggled, fucking giggled.. "Yeah it might look like that but it's a goig stretch for legs I guess I ignored my client for a long time that Ayato helped her I should go back to her" Itto gritted his teeth he was anger and even furious but yeah he was ignorant so it's all his fault.

"Hmm you have improved a lot sweetheart I am glad to see that your legs are strong to hold to" Ayato said as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Hmm Itto is a good trainer I have lost many useless fats and gained good muscles" I smiled at him and blushed a little as Ayato was touching your thigh.

"Oh you both seem to be having good time" Itto asked as he stood above you. "Hmm yeah I was helping (Y/n) with her stretch and she is doing so great, Itto since you also were so busy with other clients why don't I take this beautiful lady here I believe she would enjoy my company I mean training. "

You giggle at his mistake and sat up but still had your legs on him like you were sitting on his lap which made Itto's blood boil Itto held your underarms and pulled you up easily making you gasp "Itto!? " Ayato glared at him. "What are you doing? "

"I am taking what's mine" Itto angrily said and took him to his office. You felt embarrassed as everyone looked at you three and specifically you as you where in his arms.

Itto locked his office door and pulled it's curtains. Itto sat you on his desk and stood in between your legs. "You know you are mine right? " Itto dangerously asked in his low voice, you held into his shoulder "Itto what are you saying I am just your client not your girlfriend to have possesiveness on and what are you mad about Ayato was just helping me out" You tried to pull away or better move away from him but he suddenly held you by the back of your neck and pulled your really close that your lips could touch.

"Oh sweetest you don't know do you? You belonged to me the day you came into this gym why do you think Ayato is interested in you when he stopped taking female clients because he is interested in you.. Gosh you were the most beautiful lady I have ever seen that even Ayato wants but too bad you choose me and you belong to me I like you and you don't know how I have been holding myself back" His words shocked you a lot yeah he was your gym crush and so was Ayato but you didn't knew this yeah you were naive about it. But after hearing those you were mad he was just there with other girls and letting them do whatever they want on him and now he is jealous? That's making you mad.

"Are you really trying to play with my feelings Itto!? You were with others just know and so what Ayato wants me it's not like he let other females touch him and even talk to him and I am happy if he is only interested in me maybe I will let him take me!! " You pushed him slightly but Itto griped your neck "I was wrong for that yes.. But looks like you are jealous baby let me make it up to you yeah?". You were confused at what he was trying to say but then you felt his lips on yours. He slightly bit your lips making you gasp he pushed his tongue in playing with yours as you moan and hold into him as he picked you up in air and softly slamming your back against his office door.

{Time skip}

You didn't know how long it has been, you were holding into Itto too tight as he was drilling into you. He had held you towards his office door you prayed that it was voice prove because you were moaning a lot and loudly.

Itto looked at you and smirked "you are loving it so much aren't you getting finally fucked huh you know how long I was waiting for it maybe if you want I will let Ayato join us he would looove to fuck this ass".

"Wait hold that thought I don't think fuck I can let him do that or he will definitely try to have you~ he dose have a thing for innocent and nice girls" Itto groans when you clenched around him.

He held onto your ass and laid you on his table and spread your legs and went in deep and slow. "Wanna come in you fuck I can can't I maybe if you get pregnant you it will be even better you know we will make a good fucking team hmm yeah Gosh you take me so well".

Tears were falling from your eyes and he started rubbing your clit you were so overstimulated that you squirted all over him. Making him come in you he groans "fuck baby soo good need to fuck you more but we can seems like someone is looking for me" He heard a knock and he pulls out he sets you on his sofa that you didn't know why was it there and walks towards the door and goes out.

"Had fun?" Asked Ayato with a clear hard on, itto looked at him and grins "Of course big brother I loved it and looks like I am going to keep her to me" He smiles.

"I need a taste tho~"

"No! "

"I didn't ask Itto~".

xoxo

CEO! DILUC:

CEO! Diluc, who had a crush on you since the day you introduced yourself as his new partner. He who always try to make things easy for you as he himself comes and helps you understand things about his business.

CEO! Diluc who suddenly gets shocked when he learns that his father is thinking of marrying one of his sons with you and he need it's to be him.

CEO! Diluc who gets jealous when he gets to know you and Kaeya were good friends before and you have been going on lunches with him for a while but have been rejecting Diluc's.

CEO! Diluc who is shocked when he gets to know you were the one who asked Crepus to make Diluc as your future husband not Kaeya.

CEO! Diluc who finally arranges a meeting/lunch with you where he promises to be a loyal husband who will love you till death even if you don't.

CEO! Diluc who blushes when you tell him that you will do all the same with him as he is your ideal type.

CEO! Diluc then becomes happy whenever you come and visit him, and it took a lot of courage for him to kiss you.

CEO! Diluc who also have a secretary who has a crush on him and always tries to get close with him whenever she gets a chance.

CEO! Diluc who is so in love with you that he completely ignore her but she doesn't stop even when she got to know that he is engaged with you.

CEO! Diluc who blushes so hard when you come and visit him bring him lunch and doing wifely duties already and also bring him papers as his partner.

CEO! Diluc who gets annoyed when his secretary comes in and tried to ruin yours and his lunch but he dismissed her very harshly.

CEO! Diluc who panics when you say jokingly that his secretary seems to have a crush on him so he immediately fired her for being inappropriate.

CEO! Diluc who made his office sound proff just so you both could make out.

~•~

One thing leading to another you sitting on his lap and kissing him while him holding your butt and making you grind on his lap.

Diluc lifts up your skirt and pushes away your panties aside and runs his long fingers on your slit occasionally pinching your clit.

You moan softly against his ear and kiss his lips while pushing your tongue in and playing with his.

Diluc who moans when he feels how wet you are and pushes his fingers into you and stretch you out good for his cock.

Diluc stops and immediately turns you around and puts your legs on his arm chairs and sucks and bites your back neck while he start fingering you again fast.

His hot breath against your neck and you holding your mouth in fear of being too loud but him encouraging your to be loud but not telling you that his office is sound proff.

"Come on my love be loud as you can let your employees know that who I belong to and who is making you feel so good." Diluc whispers and with one hand he zips downs his pants and pulls his cock out.

"So good and so ready for me I will make sure that everyday you get used to my cock hmm and maybe start breeding you already since I do wanna start a family with you since the day I saw you. You will look so good with my child in you, your breast ready for our baby's milk and maybe for me hmm". Hearing his filthy words you gush out more and cum.

"Awe my love you came already it's good now it seems like you are ready for my cock" Diluc taps his cock against your weeping hole and pushed his cock head in but it slips out.

"Hmm baby it's so slippery why don't you help me hmm touch it and push it in okay~ it's your to touch and play with now come on push it in" Diluc leans back and turns you around to face him.

Your blushing face looking down to his length and you holding Diluc's shoulder for support and slowly and steady pushing his cock in. Diluc removes your tops and pulls out your breast. "Doing so good my love keep going ok almost in f-feel me touch your fuck deepest parts? " Diluc holds your hips and pushes you down making him fully in and you immediately holding into him and moaning out loud with your most slutty voice.

And that was it for diluc he moves your hips up and down, back and forth fast not giving you a chance to even properly settle and his hit breathe so close to your lips making you stick your tongue and kiss him.

As Diluc was molding your inside with his cock he saw you looking at him and sticking your tongue out he softly suck on it and wrestle with your tongue with his. Both of you moan out loudly and you clenched around his cock indicating him that you are close.

Diluc looks at you with full of lust and holds your butt and immediately starts fucking you hard that even his chair started to make screeching noise and you going completely dumb on his cock.

"Gonna cum in you so hard and from now on am going to fill you up every single day okay fuck am cumming hmm take it like a good girl okay my baby my wife , mine.. Mine MINE! " And cums into you as you squirts around his cock. And pass out.

Diluc fully emptied his load into you and still stays in you that's when he hears a knock.

"Diluc you done? You know people can still hear you both when you are close to your door you know that secretary you fired heard you because she wanted to talk to you.. I guess but when I came back to see you her face was red and was crying~" Kaeya pushed his head in to see Diluc who has covered you with his jacket.

"Get out Kaeya and do I look like I care I have someone who need my attention not some disgusting and horny girl who can't take a hint that I am madly in love with (Y/n) and don't look at her she is tired" Diluc said and picked you up and went to his emergency bathroom he created when he used to stay late at office for work.

Kaeya shakes his head and smiles "You lucky bastard you are lucky that (Y/n) choose you... "

Diluc smiles and your sleeping figure and whispers

"Mine♡"

xoxo

Fuck this I’m about to leak my own drafts bc I swear I never check them and I’m gagged 🤭

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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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Nanami Kento

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i hate the fact that this exists but here we are. there’s more where this came from and if this goes over well, maybe i’ll do more and add the tag list next time to give all my tag gremlins direct delivery of the 🤡 you’re about to read.

thx for the brainrot encouragement @i-literally-cant-with-this @sluttyshigaraki @dcsiremc. 🙄

tw: daddy!bkg, f!reader, piss play, daddy kink, aged up characters, overuse of titles & pet names, pet names: princess, baby, babygirl, angel, pretty girl, little girl

you’re coping an attitude.

katsuki says, “you’re such a pissy little girl today.”

it makes you blush, and of course he notices. katsuki grins a little as he traps you against the counter with his towering frame. he leans down to kiss your neck. “is that what you need, princess? want me to make you feel special?”

your cheeks redden. “no. can you stop? i’m about to make your dinner, asshole.”

his hands are under your shirt (his shirt), groping your bare tits. “fuck dinner, it can wait. i know what you need.”

: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

you end up on your knees, naked in front of him. every inch of you feels hot and embarrassed.

katsuki unzips his pants and frees his soft cock. “sit still, babygirl.”

you close your eyes just before a warm stream hits your face and it makes you whimper, heat rushing to your cunt as his piss runs down your face, your body, and onto the floor. it’s a lot; katsuki drinks a ton of water even on his days off, and you hate how wet your pussy is getting as the stream doesn’t stop. when he’s finally done, he pulls your head back by the hair and forces you to look at him. his crimson gaze is slightly mischievous and affectionate. katsuki grins when he sees your eyes all hazy with need. his cock comes to life in his hand as he strokes it.

katsuki slaps you face with his half hard dick. “look at you, daddy’s pissy little baby. you look so pretty, angel.”

“thank you, daddy,” you reply, a shiver running down your neck.

“you want daddy’s cock, baby?” he says

you nod eagerly. your cunt throbs looking up at him.

“that’s my girl. open up that pretty little mouth, princess.”

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