I Tried Drawing Wriothesley 🐺

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this has been rotting in my documents since October </3 abandoned kinktober prompt I just couldn't get out of my head :((

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♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡ Wriothesley x Reader - wrio finds you stuck in a wall

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: | ¹⁸⁺ | ˢᵐᵘᵗ | ᵃᶠᵃᵇ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᴾʳᶦˢᵒⁿᵉʳᵎ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᵖᵘⁿᶦˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ | ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ʷᵃˡˡ | ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵈʸⁿᵃᵐᶦᶜˢ | ᵈᵒᵐ/ˢᵘᵇ | ⁿᵃˢᵗʸ ⁿᵃˢᵗʸ ʷʳᶦᵒ ˢᵐᵘᵗ | ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ³.⁵ᵏ

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Well, well. What an amusing predicament. Wriothesley certainly didn't expect his morning to turn out so… Interestingly. 

The Duke makes his rounds through the Fortress of Metropide twice a day. Once in the morning and again during the young hours of the night, right when the sun sets. Not that its rays could be seen so far down under the surface of the sea, but the sentiment was there. Wriothesely would often be seen passing through the establishment's pleasantries, always making a stop by the inmate sleeping quarters, he ought to have an idea of exactly whom he had in his Fortress.. Right?

He ventures further than the guards are assigned, boots clicking coolly against the metallic flooring, echoing through the high domed ceilings of the holding pods. The Duke makes an effort into personally peeking a look into each isolated cell, sometimes striking up a small conversation with an inmate or two. The man knew all-too-well just how lonesome time in prison was, he could at least acknowledge their existences. 

Speaking of, his mind wanders as he approaches a specific cell, isolated and cold - Away from the rest, segregated by the Fortress’ rule of separating cases, depending on their verdict - Wriothesley flitters back to a conversation he held the night before -

- “Now, what's a girl like you doing here in my Fortress?” Wriothesley leans himself upon the bars of your cell. The area was quiet, isolated with little inhabitants, even more so during the day time, while inmates congregated within the public area of the fortress. You jump slightly, whipping around to face him. 

“Oh, you know.. Stuff..” You reply, looking a little shameless towards him. He had an inkling that you were up to no good. But he’d bite.

“How’s the Fortress treating you? Despite the whole prison aspect,” He chuckles to himself, earning your own laugh, dancing in his ears.

“It’s.. a little boring in here,” He watches your eyes wander around the cell.

“Well- At least you have that poster there, plenty of fun to stare at, I’m sure.” Wriothesley lets his eyes crinkle. The poster was large, stuck to the wall haphazardly, crooked and torn on one corner. “That thing could cover up anything,” He side comments. He watches your interest pique, head tilting in what he could only describe as thought - A stupid one he thinks. 

“I wouldn't try it, you just might escape. I can't have that happen, now can I?” He winks, finally continuing his evening round throughout the section of the fortress.

All of that circles back to the now, as Wriothesley approaches your cell on his morning patrol. Something stirs in his chest, a tickling inkling. He nearly half expects you to have followed his gracious ‘advice’ - If you could even call it that. 

Lo and behold, the Duke spots a special individual poking out from the cracked cell wall. Your lower half nearly dangles from the partition, practically on tippy toes, ankles surely close to giving out from the awkward position. The poster from the night before lays perfectly on the floor next to your frame, comically outlining just how bad you had messed up. He nearly chuckles at the sudden jolt of your body as he unlocks the cell door, craning it open with an obnoxious creak.

“Well.. Aren’t you something?” His heavy boots resonate through the near barren cell, echoing as he makes his way towards your predicament.

You helplessly squirm, whining out of your throat as you fruitlessly struggle in your impromptu confines. Wriothesley stares down at you in utter bemusement, his face cracking with an audacious downturned smile; not that you could see his face through the thick prison wall. Poor You. All lodged and stuck.

"Y-Your Grace! It's not what it looks like-" Your voice manages through the wall, a little muffled to the ear. However, Wriothesley was sure you hadn’t even broken into the adjacent room.

"It's exactly what it looks like. Who knew you'd actually try it." He almost laughs. It wasn’t like you were going to go anywhere - Last he checked, the Fontainian Ocean was right outside their door.

“Seemed like a decent idea..” Wriothesley has to strain to hear your mumble.

“We’re far under the water dear.. Or did you forget in your haste?” This time, he makes no effort to stifle his laugh, chuckling out loud when your form visibly slumps - Whether out of embarrassment or defeat - He was thoroughly amused.

“Hmm.. Now, what do we do with you?” Wriothesley teases. He cranes his body, bending his back with purpose, inspecting the damage you had added to the already faulty wall. How you had managed to wiggle your way in this far, he hadn't a clue. Your body noticeably tenses, you make an attempt to find a proper footing, easily failing from the height of the hole.

“P-Please Your Grace- I’ll do anything, really! Anything you want just- please don’t add time for this..”

“You’ll do.. Anything…?” Call him confused, what were you on about?

“Yes, anything- ch-chores? Solitary? I’ll be good I swear, really- Or you could..” You trail off, leaving the Duke to sit with his whirring brain for a moment. “You.. Can take me… Use me how you want- Please~ Y-You’re stressed right? U-Use me.. Do whatever you wanna-” You sounded nearly delirious. Your pretty ass shakes, brushing up against the front of his pants, a feeble attempt to press back into him.

Were you trying to bargain with him? Wriothesley was more than ready to pull you out, maybe give a little slap on the wrist and send you on your merry way. But now? The Duke couldn't help but indulge in the feeling of his pants tightening around his groin. The idea of taking your pretty self, stuck helplessly in the wall. He couldn't refuse your offer, right? Not when you sounded so eager. Not when you begged for him, for his body, for his thick aching cock, threatening to burst the seam of his trousers. 

Before he can properly stop himself - Not that he was really going to - Wriothesley finds his hands on the soft swell of your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms. You jolt under his touch, footing slipping slightly against the floor that barely brushed against your toes. Wriothesley breathes hard from his nose, hooking his fingers into the cut of your waistband, pulling the fabric over your form. He hears a whimper from beyond the wall.

“Y-Your Grace…The wall..” Your voice wobbles, body tensing against the brush of his hands.

“What? Having second thoughts?” He can’t help but tease you, squishing his fingers into the soft meat of your ass, digging his hands into your half-on pants. You did say anything. You gasp out, voice cracking with muffled little pleas. ‘Never’ you say ‘Want it bad - so bad’.

Your pants come off quickly, thrown to the floor in a crumple. Wriothesley’s hands are on you again, spreading the fat of your ass apart, marvelling at the pretty swell of your pussy hugged against your panties. He watches your plush thighs squish together, rubbing and squirming in his hold, he couldn't tell if you were wiggling away or keening into him. Not that you could go anywhere. The thought irks a chuckle out of Wriothesley. His fingers wander again, caressing over the soft skin of your ass, digging them in and jiggling cheekily. His thumbs slide over and hook into the elastic of your panties, hugging around the thick of your legs. He meanly tugs at the snappy material, pulling it up and taught, forcing the fabric to cling achingly against your cunt. His tongue instinctively pokes from behind his lips, itching to lap at the pretty wet spot that had formed over the fabric. 

Wriothesley swallows thickly, eyes locked on your pretty cunt, head swimming with the short, hiccuped whines that cut through the wall. You babble and cry, repeating his title over and over - Your Grace, Your Grace - begging him to just touch. To do anything - Anything. 

Your pretty voice gets to him and he finds himself nearly ripping your drenched panties off of you. He pulls them down, leaving them dangling off of your legs, showing off your wet cunt just for him. Gods, he wasn't disappointed. Your pretty pussy peeks from behind the swell of your thighs, already dripping wet, all over yourself. He swears he twitches, breath hissing through his teeth, cold on your core. The sweet jump you make - as best as you could - sends him reeling. 

Wriothesley’s thick fingers tentatively poke at your dripping pussy, catching your sweet, dribbly slick on his fingertips. He awes at how it webs between his fingers, how you’d managed to work yourself up with your own babbling. Perhaps the wall aided a little - Showing off your bottom half, on full display just for him to enjoy, your own vision obscured. You wouldn't see anything coming. The thought runs straight to his cock, making itself well known again against the fly of his trousers. 

Wriothesley licks against his lips, enamoured at the pretty string of your slick on his fingers, sticking between his digits like a lattice. He needs more. He wastes no time, easily slipping in two of his fingers, knuckle deep right into the doughy swell of your hole. Gods, you felt so soft. Silky to his touch, pussy pretty and plushy and warm. The squeal that muffles through the wall forces him to sink his teeth into his own bottom lip. Toying with you came to him naturally. Ever so easy with you all snug and stuck, silly enough to try and swindle him and escape your commitment to the Fortress. 

“W-Wriothesley… your g-grace..” He ignores you, fingers digging into the sweet, supple curve of your cunt. He curls them downward, earning the prettiest, muffled cries through the wall. He releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Wriothesley thrusts his fingers hard. Pressing meanly into the achy swollen bump in your core, getting a kick out of the lewd suckling squelch of your pussy on his fingers. Your poor legs practically give out, ankles going limp, your body holding itself up thanks to the wall hugging your body. Your voice crackles through the cement, whiney and keening, babbling dumb nonsensical begs and pleads to him. Your slick pools against his knuckles, threatening to overturn the snug fit of his rings on his fingers. He can't help but stare, locked in, mind reeling with the way your cunt wrapped around his digits. He couldn't help but wonder just what that pretty little thing would look like, all red and puffy, hugging on his thick cock.

He shamelessly lets out his own groan. Finally managing to remove his fingers, watching in awe as your slick drips off of them, connecting him to you with a thin, dribbly line. 

Just a taste…

The thought zaps through his brain, tongue shamelessly poking its way past his teeth, running over his lips with a quick tilt of his head.

Wriothesley wastes no time. Wrapping his lips against your slick cunt, eyes rolling hard into the back of his skull. Fuck. Your taste on his tongue, sweet and tangy, oh so decadently coating his throat. Archons, he laps and suckles, nearly sinking his teeth into the heat of your core, into the puffy swell of your pussy lips. You keen back into him, whining never-ending, absolutely ceaseless, voice managing to pierce through the heavy material of the wall you’d stuck yourself in. That thought charges through his mind again. Poor little you, all stuck and lodged in the wall all for him to play with. The man was sure he would cream in his own pants if he kept up. He barely registers his knees beginning to ache under the heavy pressure of his own body meeting the floor. Since when had he managed to sink down? Finding his hands back on your plushy ass cheeks? Chin dribbling slobber and slick, sticking wetly to the scratchy stubble shadowing over his face? He couldn't take it anymore. 

Wriothesley stands with a start, ignoring the stiff crack of his knees in favour of unbuckling his godforsaken pants. His hands are clumsy, large palms pawing at the metal of his trousers, his belt suddenly too intricate for his rough, fervent body to figure out - Not with how his mind reels, with the sight of you stuck in the wall, pretty pussy drooling, on display all for him. He barely shoves his pants to his thighs, the material wrapping around his legs in a mess. His cock weeps as it's free, slapping up into his stomach, heavy balls hanging over the waist of his trousers. He leaks beads of sticky pre, messing up the surface of his dress shirt. Wriothesley groans out loud, hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, squeezing it up and down to ease the hot tension pulsing through his thick cock vein. 

He was sure you heard the cold clink of his belt, the only inkling of what was to come for you. He can't help but jerk his length off to the sight of you, shamelessly stalling just to mess with your head. No matter how much you squirm and beg, crying out as best as you could, stupidly asking for a reply to gather any kind of indication of what he was about to do to you. He stays silent.

Wriothesley meanly slaps his cock over the sticky, wet folds of your achy cunt, he chuckles when you jump again, going absolutely crazy for your every little reaction. Your pussy sounded so pretty on his tip, all wet and sticky as he slapped and rubbed against it. His fat tip slides over your warm, slick folds, craning his hips forward, catching against your sopping hole, earning him the softest gasps from within the wall. Your little jumps all but spur him all the more on.

“M’ not even in yet.. Pussy’s already tryin’ to suck me in,” Wriothesley pokes his tip against your hole, catching it against the warm, supple squeeze of your cunt. He growls through his teeth, head quickly draining of any cohesive decision making. Your babbling continues through the wall, your hips crane up into his own, wiggling and catching back on the thick head of his dick. Gods, that does it. You were insatiable, all stuck waiting for him to come along and ravage your pretty cunt with his cock. 

It all urges him to dive in, give your poor cunt no warning for his thick, dribbling cock.

And so he does.

“Fuuuckk” Wriothesley can’t help but groan, finally feeling the sweet swell of your cunt enveloped the fat length of his cock. He has to bite into his thumb, just to slow himself down, let himself relish in the sweet squeeze of your cunt on his cock. Gods the way you wrapped around him, silky soft walls hugging on his length. He can't help but awe at the way your achy pussy squeezed on him, all puffy and sore from neglect. His hands find your hips, one of the only parts free from the wall.

“Your Grace~.. So big- so biiig… Filling me up- please please… please” Your silly voice cracks through the wall. Wriothesley digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips, purposely lifting your poor legs off of the floor, leveraging your body just for him to use. You squirm in his hold, easily forcing him to grip you tighter.

“Fuck, stay still. Gonna make me go crazy..” Wriothesley finds himself mindlessly rocking his thick cock into your silky cunny, humping his hips against your ass like some kind of dog in rut. Archons, he could get used to this. His own personal little wall slut, always there for him to use and abuse. His eyes roll at the idea, his snapping hard, earning a loud hiccuped cry from within the thick wall. The hot squelch that follows has him nearly drooling, mouth dropped open in a soft frown, eyes locked on to his heavy cock sliding in and out of your dumb cunt. He fucks his hips hard again, cock head smacking into the deepest parts of your pussy.

Wriothesley doesn't remember speeding up. But he sure as hell won't be slowing down - not anytime soon. Your gushy pussy squelches on his cock, dribbling down your thighs, messing all over your poor aching legs. Wriothesley’s fingers keep a hold of your hips, rocking them slightly to meet his brutal pace. He doesn't have to crane his ears to hear your pretty moans, effortlessly reaping through the solid wall, barely muffled by the sheer loudness of your voice. 

Fuck, he didn’t care about the noise. Let everyone hear them. What were they going to do about it? What were you going to do about it? About getting all stuck in this wall, going against the Fortress’ protocol? Seducing the Duke of the Meropide, forcing him to fuck your dumb brains out to teach you a lesson? A growl resonates from his throat, hips snapping hard, clapping into the sweet swell of your ass cheeks as he fucks up your cunt. 

Wriothesley’s eyes wander, locking down on the sweet jiggle of your ass and the puffy red throb of your cunt on his cock. A heavy breath makes its way through his nose, eyes hyper focused on the pretty, creamy ring around his length as he fucks his hips against you, slowly leaking its way on to his pants. An ache builds in his pelvis, thick vein pulsing on the underside of his cock. Your moans don't stop, legs continuously squirming in his grasp, body stuck in the juncture of your silly wall. He thinks you beg, maybe you scream, crying out for him to keep going, to fill you up to cum hard and deep and mess up your insides. 

Wriothesley drops your legs, forcing you to dangle, his hands press into the wall above, grinding his hips upwards, stabbing your pussy impossibly deeper with his length. Sweat beads off of his nose, his calves cramp and ache with every thrust he makes, but Gods, he wasn't going to stop. He finds himself moaning out loud, complementing the pretty noises that creak through the wall. Your pussy hugs on his length, squeezing nice and tight, wrapping around his fat tip every time he slams it back into you. 

His teeth grit hard. Eyes still locked on to the messy slide of his length, in and out, in and out. He was coming close. So fucking close.

Wriothesley’s brow scrunches, relishing in the aching squeeze of your messy pussy on his cock. He couldn't take it anymore. The creamy ring he’d fucked out of you, the pretty ripple of your ass on his hips, how juicy and gushy your cunt was on his length. Gods, it was all so much. His hips snap, pace faltering, clapping his hips in heated staccatos, dragging his length out and slamming right back in with a hard smack. You cry with every thrust, silky cunt squeezing on his tip, babbling his name over and over and over. 

He finally spills with a deep, hard fuck. His thick tip spurts hot rivulets of cum into your silky pussy. He messes your insides with white, fucking himself through his orgasm, humping up on your cunt, mounting your pussy with his cock. His throat growls with every fuck, sweat beads off of the tip of his nose, he watches his hot spurts leak steadily out of your hole, leaking around the base of his length. He can’t help but nestle right into your cunt, relishing in the sweet squeeze of your milky walls on him, he cranes his hips every so often, teasing his aching tip with your soft insides.

You kick and whine as eventually, he pulls out, dribbling his hot white cum down your thighs. 

“No~ need more! More more!” Your muffled voice cries, pitifully wiggling within the hug of the wall, attempting to squirm your way out.

Wriothesley chuckles hotly, eying off the sweet gush of cum that drools out of your puffy pussy. His mouth waters, salivating like a dog. Surely he could take you out of the wall a little later? You’d understand. You’d been a great little wall slut for him so far, so why not indulge for as long as he wanted? Maybe he'd let you cum, spray and mess all over yourself - He could even let you out as a reward.

His finger comes up to caress over your spent hole, scooping up the leaking slick that coated your poor pussy. The cry he earns makes his half-hard cock stiffen, bobbing to life with a flex.

Archons, weren’t you something?

hnnnnnng gg g wrio wooof wOof - my longest fics are always wrio </3

Idk what possessed me to create this- I hope you enjoyed ;3

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Thank You For Reading! Comments Are Always, Always Appreciated! Ilysm <333

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝙰 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝙰 𝙵𝚒𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚝𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚔 </3 | 🫶 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞 ♡♡

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𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑

♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡ You and Alhaitham Punish Kaveh

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: | ¹⁸⁺ | ˢᵐᵘᵗ | ᵃᶠᵃᵇ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᵏᵃᵛᵉʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗʳᶦᶜ | ᵗʰʳᵉᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ | ᵖᵒˡʸ | ᵖᵘⁿᶦˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ | ᵒᵛᵉʳˢᵗᶦᵐᵘˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ | ᵃˢˢᵘᵐᵉᵈ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉⁿᵗ | ᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ 'ᶜᵘⁿⁿʸ' ᵃˢ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈ | ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ².⁵ᵏ

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Oh, poor little Kaveh.. He deserved it, really.

For always paddling along, voice cracking with every flourish of his arms as he complained on and on about the Nth horrendous client he'd picked up that month. For causing a scene at the front door, scowling deep and poking Alhaitham in the chest with his pointer finger, scolding the man for leaving him out without a key again. For arguing with you on the public notice board about your thesis a g a i n.

For looking so pretty all the goddamn time, leaving poor You and poorer Alhaitham to fend off the aching, pooling swamp of hot arousal. Kaveh had a grip on you, always managing to cause a fluster, a kickstart of your heart, sending the poor organ into overdrive. 

It all finally boiled over.

On one seemingly lazy afternoon, there sat you, nearly dozing into the pages of a book in the warm beam of the sun through the stained glass. Nearby, Alhaitham crosses his leg over the other, reaching over and hooking his fingers around the vessel that held his tea. All was peaceful.. Until it wasn't.

The rough metallic jingle of keys scrapes against the front door before the wood scrapes open and closes with a hearty thud. The bossy footsteps of Kaveh waddle through the front room, clearly laced with irritation.

“Afternoon Kaveh-” You start before being immediately cut off.

“Take your shoes off before entering, Kaveh.” Alhaitham chastises without even lifting his eyes from his page. A scoff resounds through the room.

“Please, with the day I’ve had you ought to cut me some slack you know? I come home and you're sitting around, do you even know what I do in a day?” Here he goes.. Again.

“I get things done when I’m supposed to. Now, go entertain yourself elsewhere, we’re reading.” At this point, Alhaitham was purposely riling him up. Surely. 

“You know what, you’re probably not even reading anything all that substantial.” Kaveh flicks his draping cape over his shoulder and begins marching through the hallway. Alhaitham instantly snaps his head towards you.

Welp. That was it. If Kaveh was going to act< like a Brat, then they would treat him like a Brat. 

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Almighty Archons, please just have mercy and smite him already. Kaveh couldn't even remember how he had gotten himself into this position. His knees sting and ache as they press into the scratchy Persian rug Alhaitham had ever so graciously brought into the home. The pattern clashed with everything in sight, he nearly ought to voice it. If his mouth wasn't occupied at least. His jaw aches as he engulfs the soft heat of your pussy, tongue ever so eagerly pressing past your entrance, nose digging into the swell of your clit. Kaveh itches to rake his hands over your plushy thighs, to sink his fingertips into your skin, press your pretty self into the divan below. He nearly attempts it, almost forgetting the poor state of his wrists.

Kaveh’s dainty, milky wrists scrape against whatever barbaric binding Alhaitham decided to wrap him up in. His poor joints sting in apprehension, throat nearly whining as he attempts to pull against it. He barely manages to focus on the sensation, not before a firm hand wraps its fingers through his hair. The digits wind their way through the strands of his locks, twisting dangerously close to his scalp. A pressure builds, the fingers tug hard, carding his head forward, forcing him to bury his face deeper into the sweet, wetness of your pussy. Kaveh can't help but moan out loud, keening airily into your core as Alhaitham’s firm grip tugs him hard. 

“Don't get distracted now.” Alhaitham’s voice burns in his ear, ever so leveled in order and authority. A hot shiver spikes through Kaveh’s neck, tingling down his arms, barbed in an aching sting. He engulfs his mouth over the sweet bud of your clit, his neglected cock twitching hard as you moan out. His pretty face mashes into your cunt, dribbling sweet slick over his cheeks and down his chin. Poor Kaveh could barely keep his eye on you, bleary and tearful pools of carmine nearly falling cross-eyed. Your hand comes to join Alhaitham's, caressing over the strands of hair that fall over his forehead with a newfound softness, completely unlike the tight pull of the other man. 

“..s’ a good boy… isn't he..?” Your soft voice breaks through the sticky sounds of Kaveh's tongue against your cunt. 

“He's enjoying himself..” Alhaitham rasps back. Throaty moans dribble off of Kavehs tongue as he eagerly laps and kisses at your puffy little clit. His cock jumps and aches at every little noise you make, the squirmy crane of your hips, the hot press of your thighs against his ears. He bucks his own hips into nothing, fucking pitifully into the air, yearning for any little sense of friction - One touch and he was gone, he was sure of it. 

A hand pulls him back by his hair, fingers twisted through his locks, stinging hard on his scalp. The movement is sudden, snapping his neck backwards, pulling him off of your sweet, gooey pussy. Kaveh’s achy tongue lulls out with a whining moan, a sticky dribble of slick and saliva follows him, stringing from his tongue and down his chin. His carmine eyes go into orbit, rolling prettily, barely focusing on the hot, stern scrunch of Alhaitham’s face peering down at him. Kaveh pants, licking at his slick swollen lips. 

“Enjoying himself a little too much..” Alhaitham's eyes squint. His other hand comes to cup at Kaveh's chin, fingers squishing his cheeks together, nearly slipping at the wild concoction dripping from his lips. Kaveh's neck cranes in Alhaitham's firm hold, pulsing an ache through his ears and behind his eyes. He breathes hard, rivulets of his broken voice barely peeking from his throat.

“Open. Tongue out.” If poor Kaveh's head wasn't absolutely swimming he'd have a comeback for Alhaitham's tone, maybe tell him to use his manners for once. But silly Kaveh just follows, lulling his tongue out just as Alhaitham instructed. 

The moan that gargles from Kaveh's mouth as Alhaitham spits a hot glob of saliva on his tongue should be embarrassing. If it weren't burning hot already, his face would flush red, perhaps he'd even cry a little. Kaveh couldn't care, not with Alhaitham's piercing gaze, gritted jaw tensing down at his pitiful self. Not with your pretty self laid out in front of him, decadent and sweet like sticky pudding, ever so tempting. Alhaitham breathes through his teeth above him.

“Gods… You're all dumb already huh? Didn't take much, Kaveh” Alhaitham's grip tightens on Kaveh's chin, stinging his cheeks, pressure ringing hard in his ears.

“Be nice to himmm~” He barely hears you whine. You shift up, fingers curling over Alhaitham's own, easing up the hot prickling tenseness tethering behind Kaveh's cheeks. His eyes barely roll in relief before your lips are on his, tongue lapping eagerly into his mouth, swirling the sticky mess of everyone between the two of you. 

Kaveh’s brain swirls in a whirlwind, half delirious and barely aware, his body screams and aches but his cock just leaks, begging to be touched. Once again, he hardly recalls the exact way he ended up like this. Hands pressed hard into his lower back, steadily going numb under the pressure of his weight. His fingers tingle with spiky pins and needles, the binding on his wrist digs into the soft untouched skin of his back. His chest heaves in his peripherals, glazing into his vision as he stares up at your pretty naked form, straddling him down, pinning his hips to the divan below.

Your pretty pussy dribbles on the tip of his cock, sliding up and down over and over, catching his pudgy head against your clit. Kaveh can't help but watch on, throat never quiet, hiccuping short breaths and whines as you grind on his length. Alhaitham's footsteps trek over the hardwood floors of the house, steadily coming closer. Since when did he disappear? Gods. Kaveh was out of it. 

Through his bleary vision, Kaveh watches Alhaitham hand you something, not before cupping your chin and kissing hard against your lips. Kaveh whines at the involuntary wriggle of your hips, spurred on by the searing kiss of the man above. His head tilts back, eyes shutting with a soft exhale. His chest jumps with every slow breath he attempts to make, shoulders twitching in anticipation. It goes quiet, a short scuffle of feet on the floor and then stillness, it was uneasy, a foreign calm before the storm. Gods, was there a storm.

Kaveh's head snaps upward, eyes wide, lips tensed hard under the pressure of his teeth. His pretty cock tenses and aches, drooling milky strands of pre right onto the folds of your cunt. What was this feeling? A hot buzz, pressed right into the sensitive underside of his cock, nestled sweetly against his pretty pink head. Your hand presses the device against him, rubbing it in little circles, massaging the sticky curve of his cockhead.

What even was it? Some godforsaken contraption Alhaitham had managed to procure from Fontaine? Gods.. He couldn't care - Not with how wet and sticky you feel on him, rubbing his leaking cock with your pussy. Not with the sweet, sweet buzz of the device shooting achy zaps of pleasure through his sensitive tip. Kaveh's hips squirm, both keening into your sweet wetness and away from the stinging vibrations.

There's a slap to his inner thigh, easily followed by a high yelp from poor Kaveh. Large, warm palms pin his thighs to the divan, a head of grey creeps over your shoulder. There's a glint in Alhaitham's eyes and an unamused tilt to his lips.

“Don't go running away now..” He chastises, nipping into your neck from behind, kissing into the naked skin.

“Jus' too good.. huh Kaveh..~” Your voice crumbles from your lips, soft and breakable. Your hips speed up to prove a point, sliding his length up and down your milky pussy, pressing the vibrator hard into the plushy divet of his cockhead. He watches his cock spurt thick globs of pre, mixing into the sweet mess you've already made on his lap.

“P-Please-” Kaveh manages, his tone cracked in half, barely able to formulate a proper word. His hips buck upward in little fucks, poking your clit with his length. His mouth gapes open and closed, undecided if he wants to lul his tongue out or bite through his glossy, swollen lips. 

“Yeah..? Please w-what..” You speak again, head tilted down, one hand pressed to his chest, the other, circling the device up and down the pretty fold of his tip. 

“Please..! S'too much.. want it in~” Kaveh lulls his head from side to side, openly moaning out, chest stuttering his breaths. A hand wraps around your own from behind. And Kaveh cries. A quick click and the device buzzes harder, pressed firmer into his gushing cock, prickling hot static right into his groin. His eyes lock on his cock, device overtaken by Alhaitham, switching between a firm press and a cheeky massage on his length. Your hips move harder, coating his tip in your sweet cream, dribbling it down his length. Kaveh nearly throws his head back, but fuck, he can't stop watching.

Kaveh's cock pulses hard, throbbing and stinging as Alhaitham bumps the buzzing vibrations up another notch. He openly cries out, eyes doughy and criss-crossed, face surely flushed red. 

“Cant-! Need it in.. In! S'too much-” Poor Kaveh babbles out, shamelessly fucking his cock through the folds of your cunny, surely spreading the buzzing vibration to your clit. He somehow manages to hold in a screaming keen, his last ounce of resolve finally breaking down.

“Im- cum… in! Gonna-! Ahn~” Kaveh spreads his thighs and thrusts, leaning on his elbows, throwing his head back with a sob as he creams all over your pretty pussy. The hot press of the vibrator never lets up, rubbing up and down his spurting length, coaxing him through the hot pulse of his orgasm. His ears ring, barely making out a voice of someone, babbling sweet praises while he cums himself stupid. The God's have mercy on him for a moment, easing up the aching vibrations on his cock. 

It doesn't last long. Kaveh's half hard length easily slips into the sweet hug of your pussy with a little push. His ears burn red, messy cock still spurting pretty rivulets of hot cream right into your warm cunny. 

“Can't! Too much!” He's sure he'll start sobbing. 

“Thought you w-wanted it in me, Kaveh~” You say with a breathy giggle, grinding your hips against his lap. 

“Can’t even take what you begged for..” Alhaitham's rotten tone cuts through his brain. He watches the man start the device up again, now pressing it right into the perky nub of your clit. You keen airily, grinding down on Kaveh's sensitive cock with a newfound vigour, subjecting the poor man to a never ending sting, engulfed in achy pleasure. He moans out as well - Though he wasn't sure he ever stopped - jolting from the ever present vibrations now buzzing through the soft gushy walls of your pussy. 

Kaveh's wrists ache, his stomach twinges every time he flexes his hips, his lips sting from the hard impression of his teeth. Pliant and pretty and ever so stuck in place. Pretty tears glob down his cheeks, eyes closed, rolled into the back of his skull. His throat crackles in a constant stream of whimpers and whines, battered by his voice refusing to shut off. Your hips rock on his faster, voice keening higher and higher. Kaveh can't help but crack his eyes open, watching your pretty form come undone on his pathetic spent cock and the buzzing device. 

Your pretty pussy clenches on him, fluttering hard as you cream right on his length, easily coaxed by Alhaitham behind your form, twiddling and touching you in all the right places. He moans along with you, whining at the hard pulse of your walls on his leaky cock. Gods he ached, in so many places - And yet he found himself sickeningly craving more. More, more. More Alhaitham more you.

He almost protests when you jump off of him, coming to kneel by his head, wiping the sheen of sweat off of his forehead, teasingly nosing into his cheek. He graciously accepts a tender kiss, lapping into your mouth before pulling away with a start. 

Large palms slide up the back of his knees, slowly bending them, pressing his thighs into his chest. Alhaitham licks his own lips, bumping the thick, pudgy head of his cock against Kaveh's pretty, slick hole. Gods, did he want more.

Helloooo~ long time no seeeee ~ ~ A little smth smth for you 😘

I'm hopefully back? Doing my best 😔😩 it's been a while sksk

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Take it off

maybe i should draw every genshin men in this pose or whatever

wriothesley x sub!fem!reader. nsfw content. unprotected p -> v. riding. finger sucking. nipple sucking. infantilization. daddy kink. oral fixation. r falls asleep / passes out afterwards ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

"daddie..." the whines and whimpers that filled wriothesley's ears sounded to him like the sweetest song in the world. he truly believed that if he ever lost his sense of hearing, your voice calling out for your daddy would be the thing he'd miss the most.

"daddy 's too much... too much daddy.." your whines were accompanied by the sound of his desk chair, quietly squeaking as you bounced up and down on his lap. and the sticky squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunny. "too big... daddie too big"

wriothesley knew he was. each time you struggled so hard to take him all the way in, no matter how many times you danced this dance, the stretch of him sliding inside of you was always a little difficult for you to take. when you saw it for the first time, you really did think for a moment that it was inhuman.

but each time you took it like such a champ, always so desperate to please and provide for him that you often forget that you were supposed to be getting pleasure from it too.

wriothesley was so proud of you. you were just so perfect for him. the most precious and perfect little dollie he could ask for.

"i know baby," he cooed, "it's okay, you're doing so good. so good for daddy. can you keep going ?" his hands held onto your hips, holding them tightly, guiding you up and down. hoping to relieve you of some of the effort it took to bounce on him.

you nodded at his question. of course you could keep going. you wanted to keep going. no matter how difficult it was. he felt too good. you were sure that if you stopped now, and lost the feeling of his cock filling you up, losing the chance to be stuffed with his cum that you'd simply die.

wriothesley cooed sweet praises at you, so proud of your efforts. he tilted his head back on his chair, eyes shut closed in pure bliss you made him feel. a little gagging noise from you made him look back up at you. finding you with your fingers in your mouth, sucking hard on them as you rode his cock.

you always, always loved having something in your mouth. it could be anything, really. as long as it had your mouth full. from wriothesley's fingers, or your own, to the colorful pacifiers he'd find all over his office and your shared bedroom. he took a hand from your waist, and pulled your fingers from your mouth, earning a soft whine from you as you tried to follow them, wanting them in your mouth again.

he didn't want to be mean. he really didn't. he hated being mean to you, and all he wanted was to make you happy. but he knew your pretty mouth could be put to much better use. quickly, as to not upset you further, he undid the buttons on his shirt, leaving his chest bare.

"come 'ere baby" his hand rested on the back of your head, pushing it down gently towards his chest "open your mouth" he pushed your head down until your lips were wrapped around his nipple.

you knew exactly what to do, without him ever having to tell you. your eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as you sucked so needy on him. little gags and gasps for air came from you as you tried harder and harder to push even more of his nipple into your mouth. slobber and drool spilled from your mouth, running down his bare chest, pooling where your body met his, joining the mess of slick and sweat that had gathered.

"that's it baby girl..." he praised, taking deep breaths to compose himself "you feel better ?"

you nodded around him, suddenly finding a second wind in the comfort of his nipple in your mouth, bouncing on him faster and harder again. a squeal muffled by wriothesley's chest escaped your throat. your gummy walls fluttered around him, pretty freshly-painted nails scraping at his back and shoulders as you came undone around him, bouncing on him through your high, driving yourself to the brink of overstimulation.

"good girl, good girl, good girl" wriothesley groaned, tossing his head back in his chair again, running his hand through his hair, damp with sweat. his mouth hung open in a silent moan as he came inside you. thick ropes of warm cum shooting inside you, covering the squishy walls of your cunny. "fuck... fuck... good girl. god you're such a good little girl. such a good little girl for daddy, aren't you ?"

there was no response from you, not even a whine.

"baby ?" he asked, lifting his head up again, neck craning to try and get a peak at your face. with the sigh he saw, you could have easily convinced him that he had died and gone to heaven.

you had fallen fast asleep, soft heavy breaths coming from soft, parted lips, your chin and neck coated in a thin layer of sweat and drool, sticky cheek pressed against the bare skin of his chest. the warmth of his skin, and the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. with careful precision, mindful not to wake you, wriothesley pulled you off his cock, globs of cum sliding from your cunt soon after.

after tucking his cock back in his underwear, and zipping his pants up again, he set you back on his lap, wrapping strong arms around you, holding you close and tight against him. he leaned down, peppering the top and side of your head with sweet kisses.

"my sweet baby..." he cooed to your sleeping form "daddy's sweet little baby" 

super shy by newjeans on repeat in my head 🐰

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He came across her in a little forest clearing, lit up by the dazzling afternoon sun peeking through the leafy canopy. He licks his lips, eyes craning over her soft, bouncy ears, her fluffy puffy little tail, her stature, clearly smaller than his own. She dressed in a pretty, dainty frock, the hem pooling around her knees and weaving into the lush green grass below. She was a darling little bunny, plucking away at patches of flowers, roping them into a silly little crown.

The sweet kiss of the golden hour showered over her skin. She was almost too pretty to taste. Almost.

Wriothesley carefully stalks the clearing, maneuvering around the crunchy leaves and sticks that decorate the forest floor. His bushy tail swished, barely containing the excitement of the hunt. The poor, unassuming bunny hums away, pressing her nose into a soft, petalled flower, effectively sneezing from the pollen. Something in his chest swells, something other than hunger. He narrows his eyes, sitting in the deep dark that the woods provided, hiding in plain sight, watching the little bunny unashamed. He ought to pounce. Catch her off guard and devour the poor bunny before she even realizes he was there. But what was the fun in that?

He stalks forward, slowly revealing himself from the thick dark brush of the forest. The soft rustle of his movements makes the bunny stall, suddenly halting her actions. Her ears stuck up, turning with the noise of the woods in an attempt to pinpoint him. He watches her eyes, darting into every corner of the clearing, her breath elevated - He could practically see her heart bursting out of her chest. Wriothesley nearly chuckles, amused at the silly bunny, how unaware she was of his location, practically in front of her. He relished in the feeling, the anticipation, the second-hand stress from the scared little prey.

“Now, what's a sweet, little thing like you doing out here all alone?” He quips, finally stalking his way out of the woods. The little bunny was frozen in place, unmoving apart from her rapidly heaving chest. Perhaps she thought he couldn't see her so long as she stayed still. Silly little thing. Wriothesely stalks towards the little bunny, his stature nearly three times as large as she was, his shadow almost engulfs the light of the setting sun. He paints her in near darkness with his tall, dark features.

“I… I-” The silly bunny could barely get her words out, throat stuttering around her vocal cords, wobbling her voice in fear. Something within Wriothesley trembles, a sick elation, he could practically smell it; The scent of absolute terror oozing from this little bunny girl. He places his hands on his hips, feigning innocence.

“You know there’s wolves out here, little bunny.” Wriothesley cocks his head and grins sideways, revealing his thick, sharp canines. The girl barely nods, eyes glazing over with a soft sheen of teary wetness.

“I.. I need to go-” She makes a move, an attempt to dash into the safety of the wooded forest. The silly bunny's efforts are futile, Wriothesley quickly snatches the poor girl right up. He pins her by her arms, his heavy thighs pressing into her hips. She attempts to kick, to struggle and worm her way out. Her efforts proved useless, she was stuck, trapped under his heavy body.

"Ah-Ah.. Settle, little one.. Don't make this harder for me.. Behave for Wriothesely~." He comes close to her face, breath warm on her skin. The little bunny squeaks, fat salty tears roll down the apples of her cheeks, staining them in a soft trail. Wriothesley tuts in mock sympathy, licking his thick tongue over her cheek, tasting the salty residue of her little tears. The bunny girl cries in exhaustion, tired from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. Wriothesley chuckles darkly, leaning over the poor helpless bunny, fangs out ready to take a bite into her soft, fleshy shoulder, trembling from her soft tears and beating heart.

Wriothesley pauses. His nose catches something, a soft, sweet scent, unlike the blossoming flowers that surrounded the clearing. He can't help but investigate, pressing his nose into the little bunny's skin, sniffing over her trembling body. He holds her down, digging his nose into her hair, her neck, into her chest and below. He catches her wincing every time his nose pokes at her, the scent becomes frustratingly stronger with every graze. His sniffing comes to an abrupt stop near the little bunny's core. Wriothesley exhales sharply, the soft, sweet scent nearly attacks his nose, forcing the cogs in his brain to start turning.

"Am I exciting you, little Bunny?" Wriothesley finds himself above the girl once again. His palm rests on her cheek, thumb caressing over her trembling lips. Her soft, rapid breath huffs against his thumb, running a sharp spike right to his groin.

"Please.. M-Mister Wolf… Let me go.." The little bunny manages a full sentence. Wriothesley ponders her request, hunger fully dissipated and replaced with a new craving. Something.. Sweet.

"Let you go..? I'll just catch you again.. Little one.." His head shakes, voice light and airy, drenched in a false sense of comfort. Gods, her expressions got him going. The cute owlish look she gives him, brows pitched up, eyes wide and confused.

"Please.. m'sorry… mean no fuss.." She shakes her head, rabbit ears wobbling with her actions. He feels her thighs squeeze against his waist in a cute little attempt to hold herself. He hears her little whimpers, her sweet attempt to mute her chippering warbles. She hiccups and sniffles, steadily working herself further into a panic. Ah, bunnies. Such silly little creatures. Their instincts run wild, Wriothesely was surprised she hadn’t bumped her pretty self against his groin.

“Hmm..” Wriothesely purposely drawls the noise out, faking a pondering look.

"I'll give you a head start" He gives her the sweetest expression he could muster, pulling back and sitting on his knees. He watches the silly bunny's face contort in confusion, eyebrows raising, eyes blinking away.

“..What…?” Her small voice squeaks. There's a soft breeze that passes by, pulling Wriothesley’s fluffy ears with it. Then, dead silence. Wriothesely’s eyes darken, his lips twist in a rotten grin.

“Run.”

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The chase was on.

The poor little bunny sprinted off, stumbling through the thick, dark shrubbery of the woods. The forest floor was uneven, scattered with thick crunchy leaves and spiky twigs, surely leaving scratches against her poor legs. The forest was silent - apart from her heaving breaths and the hard crush of leaves beneath her feet. Not even a bird dared to call. The bunny girl makes twists and turns, doing everything in her power to break the nasty wolf off of her trail. His sickening grin flashes in her mind. His big, thick teeth. Enormous statue. How effortlessly he was able to pin her body to the ground. Something nearly stirs in her stomach again, a sick pull of arousal for a man that was clearly her natural predator.

The sun was almost set for the day, its light barely trickling through the tick awning of tree leaves. It was getting dark, and the poor girl was absolutely lost. At this rate, she’d be running all night. The little bunny dives into a thick bush, adorned with ouchy, spiky thorns. She cuts off her whimper, staying as quiet as a mouse. She hears her heartbeat in her ears, raging hard as she strains to hear her surroundings.

Something pulses against the forest floor, heavy, steadfull. The little bunny was nearly sure it rattled the leaves of the trees above. The big, dark wolf emerges, skidding hard into the marshy ground of the woodsy floor. He comes to a stop in the middle of the makeshift path, boots scuffing up thick mud and leaves, staining the toes of them. The wolf - Wriothesley - She manages to remember, huffs and puffs. His large chest engorges with every heavy intake of his breath.

“Where are you~... Little bunny.. I know you’re here.” His growling voice sings, echoing through the deep space of the woods, bouncing off of the trees and landing right in her sensitive ears. His eyes were wild, twitching, wide and darting from bush to shrub in search of his pretty prey.

“I can smell you.. Smell that sweet little scent of yours…” The wolf makes a show of sniffing the air. He exhales with a growl, low and deep and primal. The poor bunny clenches her thighs together, stifling a moan with a bite of her bottom lip. Wriothesely’s big, fluffy ears twitch, he heard something. A meek little sound echoing through the trees. He stalks, prowling around the small area, sniffing and squinting in all directions. With a thrust of his fist he punches through a bush, rattling the thick leaves with his arm. He barks out a laugh, eyes wild as he spins around, facing the thick shrubbery the little bunny hid in.

“Come out, come out…” Wriothesley cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin was set like plaster on his face. His dragging steps stop just by the thorny bush the bunny girl took shelter in.

“Oh~ I know.. You’re riiiiight… Here!” He pushes a hand into the bush, straining his forearm against the prickly, spiky thorns. The little bunny squeaks, narrowly missing his large palm, skittering out of the dense brush of leaves. She stumbles, nearly toppling herself into the mud before taking off once again, in a feeble attempt to outrun the burly, hungry wolf. She ran and ran, and ran. Running through the woods as far as her feet could carry her.

The footsteps were closer now, heavy through the mud, trailing right behind her. The poor little bunny hiccups a sob, stumbling over a twirly root sticking out of the duff. The bunny lands on her palms and knees, scuffing them into the wet, leafy ground. She drags herself up, kicking up sticks and debris as she scrambles to keep going. The poor bunny girl’s attempts are futile.

A heavy hand presses the silly girl into the floor by her shoulder blades, forcing her down, nearly pressing her face into the dirt. The bunny cries into her hands, shielding her face from muck and leaves. The dark wolf whistles low, trailing his thick fingers up behind the bunny’s neck, squeezing into her sensitive, achey pulse points.

“Well, well.. What a catch I’ve made..” Wriothesely’s voice is gravely, rocky with fatigue and excitement. His large body presses into the feeble little bunny’s, warm against the nipping chill of the forest’s night. The girl makes an attempt to wriggle, to fight back, to push her way out of his bruising weighty grip. It only works her up more. She cries into the mud, tears hot and sticky on her cheeks, delirious from the scary chase and the pressing subject of her fate pressing into her body.

“I… I’m.. Please-” The bunny helplessly begs. For what she doesn't even know. The big wolf chuckles right into her neck, warm and shivery and sharp. His thick canines threaten to press into her soft skin, scraping dangerously against her flesh as he talks.

“Please what? Little bun..” His fingers squeeze, forcing a little chipper out of the silly little bunny below him. He feels a little wiggle, a sweet little bunny tail wagging furiously against his lap. There it is again.. That smell. Sweet, fruity, floral.. Heat and arousal. Bunnies were so silly. Their survival instincts were next to none, carried by their fear and libido - Wriothesely wondered just how this little one lasted so long.

The bunny girl below him strains against his hand, wriggling in an all-new way. The soft cheeks of her ass bump and grind into the front of his pants, pressing into his hard cock. Wriothesely’s eyes blow wide, absolutely marvelled at the audacity of the little kit. More of her sickly sweet scent enters the air, light, airy and addicting, it makes his tongue wet with saliva. He bumps his groin forward, grinding himself into the little bunny’s form.

“Look at you..thought you were scared of me.. Huh..? Silly bunnies are always thinking with their pussies..” Wriothesley presses the girl harder into the dirt, shamelessly humping into her soft, plushy ass. The little bunny girl chitters and squirms, her little fluffy tail wagging in excitement over the dark wolf.

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease~” The bunny whines, pathetically pushing back into the huge wolf, desperately in search of friction.

“Gods.. Could just eat you up… You’d let me have a taste.. Right little Kit?” His breath is hot on her neck, body heavy on hers. Since she was asking for him so nicely, who was he to refuse her?

The pretty bunny cries out with a hiccup as Wriothesely laps at her sweet juicy pussy, wet and slick from the hunt. He throws her thighs over his shoulders, locking them in place with his massive palms, squeezing tight, threatening to dig his claws into her flesh. Her body sits half in the air, elevated by the large wolf’s size. His large mouth effortlessly engulfs her little cunny, all warm and sloppy, burning hot from his mouth. The mean wolf suckles and licks at her achey pussy, he groans airily, eyes shut tight as he devours the poor little bunny. Her sweet scent burns his nose and leaks down his throat, pooling right into his pants. His lips purse over her dripping pussy, kissing sloppily, loudly, with vigour and lust. The wolf’s sharp eyes lock with the meek bunny’s, peering down at her little form through his brow.

The sweet bunny audibly keens, bringing her shaky hands to his scruffy hair. She pets his big, fluffy ears, caressing over the messy tufts with her soft touch. Her little fingers thread through his hair with care, carefully tugging him further into her core. Wriothesely groans out, rumbling hard against the sweet cunny below his lips. Her taste was near addicting, her gentle touch even more so - A dangerous thought flickers past his eyes as he laps at the silly bunny’s clit.

“Careful little one… Might just have to keep ya’ for myself..” He kisses hard on her core. The silly bunny nods her head, wobbling her soft bunny ears, whispering the softest ‘yes pleases’ while raking her fingers through his bangs. Wriothesely nearly bites down into her cunny, brain fogged on the idea of keeping this dumb little bunny all for himself. He flattens his mouth on her, licking hard into her sopping little hole. His thick tongue presses past her core, pushing into her pretty pussy, tongue fucking her with fast, easy strokes. The silly bunny nearly pulls his ears, keening her hips up into his hot mouth, bunny tail wagging against her back. His grip on her thighs tightens, claws pin pricking into her soft, unscarred skin - Unlike his own, perhaps he ought to mark her up, show the woods who she really belonged to.

He groans into the sweet girl’s pussy, bumping his nose into her puffy clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He pulls her core into his mouth by the grip on her thighs, wrapping his lips around her poor clit, maintaining the achey press of his tongue. The little bunny hiccups and whines, soft breaths hyperventilate from her chest. Wriothesley’s darkened eyes meet her own, soft and doe-like, unfocused, barely even registering the big wolf devouring her cunny. Wriothesely nearly rolls his eyes back, drunk on her pretty face and prettier pussy.

The sweet bunny squeals, clenching her thighs into his cheeks, squishing his head into her core. Wriothesely feels her cunt clench on his tongue, sucking him in and gushing a sweet spit of slick on his lips. The little bunny humps against his mouth, cumming with a squeeze of her thighs and a hot squirt of arousal. Wriothesely growls, stuffing his face impossibly further into her soft, plushy pussy, lapping up her sweet release as it sprays and messes all down his chin. He laps at her like a dog, allowing her to ride his face through her achey orgasm. He groans, teeth nearly biting into her core as he kisses and spits all over the little bunny’s clit. Wriothesely pulls away, his long tongue licks at his chin, cleaning up the residue of the sweet bunny below him.

The silly bunny whines as he lowers her legs off of his shoulders, clawing the air and making grabby hands towards him. Cute. When the sweet bunny finally finds the ground she gets on her knees, pawing up at the collar of his shirt. Her eyes sparkle with fresh tears, lips wobbling alongside them.

“Want you.. Want more Mister Wolf!” The silly bunny cries, already making a move to straddle his thick leg. Wriothesley almost feels his chest flutter, something tickles at his heart - the need to be needed.

“Want me..? But you’re so small, little Kit.. I’d break you in half.” He teases, eyeing her down, holding the squirmy girl in his lap.

“D-Don't care! Don't care don't care! Need you~” She chitters and whines, attempting to kiss at him, hump on him - Anything.

“Can't stop me once I start, little one..” His palm slides down her smaller frame, hooking into her waist, fingers squeezing at her hip bone. The dumb bunny nods her head, nearly drooling at the idea of the big wolf giving her exactly what her achey cunny wanted. Wriothesley man handles the little bunny, placing her right back into the dirt, pretty ass up, pussy on display just for him. Her knees skid into the mud, caked in sticky spiky leaves, stinging hard from the pokey ground. She didn't seem to care at all. Not with her eager little bunny tail, wriggling in excitement, or her drooling pussy bumping back into his clothed pants, staining the front of them with her sticky arousal. Gods, she smelt sweet, he nearly latches his mouth on her cunt again.

Wriothesley is quick to distract himself, hooking his fingers into the tight waistband of his pants, pulling them down his hips, revealing his thick, dripping cock. The bunny below him squeals, knocking her pussy back into him with a cry, nose sniffing and huffing at the air. He was sure she could smell him, his hot pheromones mingling together with the scent of her bunny heat. He rubs the fat tip of his cock through her puffy folds, coating it in her sweet, creamy arousal. His tip dribbles thick rivulets of sticky pre, staining her poor cunny with his musky hot scent.

“Please~ pleaseplease.. Need it please! Hurts without it.. ‘Gonna die without it~” The poor bunny girl begs into the dirt. Gods, weren't they always dramatic, he was right again, bunnies are always thinking with their stupid little pussies. Wordlessly, Wriothesley pushes his thick, oozing tip into the sopping little bunny. He has to grip at her hips, prevent her from eagerly fucking back into his cock. He ignores her whines and the droop of her pretty ears, the tickle of her tail on his tummy, the cute chitters she cries when he holds her down. His own fluffy ears pin back, his bushy tail wags slowly as he inches his long cock into her little cunny. Eventually, he bottoms out, pressing his heavy balls into her ass, sticky and warm from her dribbling arousal. He places two hands down into the mud, right by the little bunny girl’s head, leaning his massive body over her smaller form. He shivers making contact with the sweet little thing, stomach aching as she shamelessly humps her hips back into his cock, surely bulging out of her little tummy. Gods, he could stay like this for eternity, have a long, warm nap nestled nice and deep inside of his sweet plaything.

“What happened to being scared, huh little one? Could eat you up right now and you'd let me, I'm sure.” Wriothesley teases, rocking his hips against her ass. The girl hiccups and moans, keening back into him, crying out wantonly without an inch of shame. The wolf growls, leaning harder into the little bunny, rocking his hips faster against the soft plush of her ass. His cock is squeezed so nicely, nestled in the bunny’s sweet, gushy pussy. Her sweet cunt wraps around his length, sucking him in eagerly as he slowly humps against her.

“C-Can’t be scared.. Never sca- scared~ Not scared of Wrio… N-Not scared of m-mate!” The bunny babbles dumbly. A sharp ache rests itself in Wriothesley’s body. He snaps his hips, suddenly bouncing the stupid little bunny back and forth on his cock. Mate.. The word strikes something within his brain - the line between prey and playmate blurs, coagulating into something absolutely forbidden. Something hot and sickening. If only he could fuck a litter into her pussy. If only he could fill her with cutie little Pups for her to take care of. He’d provide for her, hunt and gather and breed her over and over and over. Her cries spur him on, the tears on the back of his hands force him to dig his nails into the dirt. His hips snap over and over, practically fucking right into the little bunny’s womb. Perhaps he was. Filling her with something she'd never experienced before. Something she’ll never have again. She’d be forced to him, stuck by his side as his cute plaything. He was sure she’d do it too.

Wriothesley stuffs his face into the keening bunny’s neck, his breath is wet and hot on her skin, humid with lust. The stupid bunny babbles on and on. Silly little ‘I love you’s’ desperate begs of ‘more, more more’. She keeps up with him, grinding back into his pelvis, keening when his teeth graze her neck.

“Gonna- Gonna! F-Feels good… Too g-good!” The bunny girl manages to spit out. He feels her sweet pussy tighten on him, clenching on his bruising cock in anticipation. His own length pulses, spurting a hot string of arousal right into her messy cunny. His little bunny squeals, nearly falling face-first into the leafy marsh below. Her pretty pussy squirts around his fat cock, spurting out over her thighs with every hard fuck of his hips. She squirms and whines, riding back on his cock as she creams and squirts over him. Wriothesley has to bite into his bottom lip, narrowly avoiding the soft, pliant skin of the bunny girl. He swears he draws blood, mixing with his drooling saliva, threatening to drop on her untouched skin. He groans deeply, loudly, hips stuttering their pace. Her cunny squeezes his length, begging for his sticky release. He gives it to her, clutching her little body close to his own while he drenches her puffy pussy with his seed. He spurts hot, thick ropes right into her little bunny cunt, messing up her insides, painting them white with his cum. He isn't quick to pull out, relishing in the tight, gooey squeeze of her gummy walls on his softening length. He nearly hisses when the silly girl tries to grind back on him, forcing his thick cum to dribble out of her spent pussy.

He finally pulls out, marvelling at the soft squeeze of her cunt on his tip and the hot dribbling mess that pools out of her. The little bunny is quick, already using her might to press the big wolf on the floor, perching herself in his lap with a hop in her step. She wraps her arms around his neck, nice and snug pulling him into a selfish kiss. Wriothesley rolls his eyes. Of course. Bunny stamina was no joke. This was a known fact within the forest. No matter, he’ll play along, surely he could best a bunny’s stamina.

It's a difficult feat, but Wriothesely keeps up with the insatiable little bunny girl. He lays back as she works his cock, fucking herself on his length over and over, release after release. Taking him again and again until the dumb bunny was satisfied. Gods the night was near endless - It had been a while since he’d had a fuck as good as this one. Finally, the silly little bunny settles down, snuggling into his larger form, napping away as the sun finally comes to a set.

Now he couldn't just leave her out here - There were wolves after all, big, scary nasty wolves that could eat her right up. It wouldn't hurt to take her home. Back to his cozy den with a nice fire and some food. Perhaps he’ll keep her around.. Fill her tummy with yummy foods and something else.. Wriothesley scoops the little bunny girl up in his arms, studying her soft sleeping face in the new moonbeam. Cute.

AUIIRRRGGHHHHHHH

I think this is the longest fic I've ever written omg- it took like 3 days man

I really hope you enjoyed ;; I actually really love this- gahwhhshsh

Imma be posting into November I think 😔 I've failed lmaoo

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"AM I DOING GOOD?"

YOUR OBSESSED LOSER BOYFRIEND

Choso x Fem Reader

Summary: Choso just can’t seem to get enough of you. To him, you’re the only woman worthy of his time—the only woman he’ll ever look at so intimately. When you’re at work, he struggles to cope with your lack of company, becoming desperate for your attention when you aren’t around. Every day he awaits your return impatiently—craving your familiar touch.

Word count: 2.5k

Contains: Submissive Choso, established relationship, masturbation, interrupted masturbation, begging, teasing, no protection, penetrative, cowgirl, missionary, cumshots, creampie

Audio: i based this on this audio from a request. full credits to the VA for inspo

Note: need to write more one shots like this ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Left alone in the bedroom, Choso grumbles. The past few hours have been spent aimlessly flipping through TV stations; there is nothing to satiate his boredom. He wants one thing and one thing only—you. He flooded your phone with messages, receiving no response since you’re likely making your way home from work. Time couldn’t tick by any slower.

Rolling onto his side, the open drawer full of your panties catches his attention. Choso pierces his lips together, his mind wandering to picture you in your lingerie—thinking about how sexy you look when you tease him, sending him all those naughty pictures when he’s the one at work. The ones he saves to his gallery in a special folder just for you; two albums have your name, one inaccessible without a passcode.

Grabbing a pair, he balls them up into his hand and throws himself back on the mattress, admiring them in the air. A black lace set, simple but equally as seductive. He lowers them to his face, cursing himself for his perverted ways as he sniffs, only to be disappointed by the smell of laundry detergent. No one could miss pussy more than he does; his dick throbs at the thought of your taste when you guide his head, holding him down while he eats you out.

Unable to contain himself, he fumbles with his zipper and pulls his dick from his underpants, his tip sensitive to the touch. Using your panties for added stimulation, he begins stroking himself, wishing it were you touching him. Sometimes, he wishes he wasn’t so obsessed with you—it’s beginning to interfere with his life; deep down, he knows he’d live no other way. You’re the only thought in his head; he’d do anything for you—the possibilities are endless.

Since you’re not home, he’s free to be as loud as he wants. His moans leave his mouth as his head lolled back, letting himself get lost in the endless fantasies his mind curated of you. You enter through the door and take your shoes off, humming the tune to the song playing through your headphones while you walk through to the living room. When you call Choso’s name, he doesn’t reply and your brows pinch together.

“Baby? Are you home?” You call out again, hearing clattering coming from the bedroom.

“M’ here. Wait—” The floorboards creak as you approach the bedroom and he panics, covering himself carelessly as the door swings open.

“I missed you so much!” You beam at him and walk over, holding his head in your hands while cuddling him to your chest.

“Missed you too.” He mumbles, his dick twitching from the material of the blanket rubbing him the wrong way.

“Are you okay? You look pale.” You pull your lips to one side and put your hand on his forehead, slicking his hair back, “You don’t have a fever.”

“I’m okay, just sleepy.” He smiles, his eyes innocent despite the deceit—he’s not tired at all.

“You’re always sleepy.” You hum, pressing your forehead to his. Your gaze lowers, noticing him swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

“Not always.”

“Your cheeks are rosy.” Your thumb strokes over his smooth skin, unaware of the situation under the blanket that he is desperately attempting to conceal.

“You’re so beautiful.” He chokes on his words when you straddle him, your ass directly on top of his hardly-covered dick.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“It’s—” He grits his teeth, turning his head to the side, “—Nothing. I told you I’m fine.”

“What’s this?” Underneath the blanket covering him is a slip of fabric. Before he could stop you, you reel it out and reveal your panties.

“I swear I can explain, please.” He whines, grabbing your hand while you stare down at him. You don’t speak, giving him the approval to justify his actions.

“I just wanted to feel you. I missed you so much; I need you so fucking bad.” His eyes were wide, a soft glimmer possessing them while his hands rubbed up and down your hips.

“How long have you been jerking off in my panties?”

“A few weeks—”

You flash a stern glare at him and he huffs, squeezing your fingers while they intertwine with his.

“I know, I’m sorry. Please, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You’re so needy, you know?” Your voice lowers, bundling his shirt as you draw him closer to you. He couldn’t handle being touch-starved for much longer and cracked, connecting his lips with yours.

While you intended to go for a controlled approach, Choso was sloppy, dragging you down with him while his lips assaulted yours. All his pent-up sexual frustration is revealing itself, his tongue meeting with yours in an instant. Despite not being touched, this was all he needed to orgasm, whimpering pathetically into your mouth as he cums all over himself. You pull back and remove the blanket, seeing the trail shot up his lower abdomen and shirt.

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” He murmurs, grabbing onto your face with both hands, “I’ve been a good boy for you.”

“You’ve been perfect.” Your lips twist up, “Only you could cum all over yourself like this. You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“All yours. Only yours.” He hastily replies, grinning right back at you.

“I think it’s only right that a good boyfriend deserves a treat, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“You’ve made such a mess.” You toss the now dirty blanket onto the floor, helping him out of his shirt and boxers.

“I’ll clean it all up later, I promise.”

“Thank you, baby.” You kiss his cheek and pull away, only to feel his grip on your forearm tighten.

“Where are you going?” He whines, tugging you back as you stumble forward.

“I’m going to get changed.”

“No.” He lets his head roll back, his cheeks lit with a red flush, highlighting his dire need for your attention, “I need you now.”

“No?” You cock your head slightly askew, his demanding words catching you off guard.

“You haven’t touched me in ages.”

“You’re going to have to wait, Choso. I won’t be long.”

“Please don’t leave the room; you can do it here. I want to see your pretty body.”

“Let’s make a deal, okay?” You brush your hair away from your face and he nods, “I want you to get yourself off until I’m ready and I’ll stay in the room. Can you do that for me?”

“Am I allowed to cum?”

“What fun would it be if you cum again before I get my hands on you?”

“Okay, I won’t. Don’t make me wait forever.” Choso lets go of you, watching you waltz over to the laundry basket.

His eyes linger on your figure as you strip out of your clothes, using his previous spill of cum as lubricant. It was hard to remain silent, his moans muffled due to him forcing his mouth shut. There is no shame left in him as his body twitches, the sight of you from behind leaving him tearing at the skin on his lips. He was overstimulated, hornier than he was previously—but he never gave up. His body knew you were what he craved—likely the only thing providing him the stamina to keep going.

You grin while your back is facing him, hearing the soft noises he makes while he strokes himself to the thoughts playing in his mind. You glance back, noticing him divert his eyes, his hand trembling due to the repeated motions. Though cruel, you want to see how long you can make him wait. Choso always cums quickly, but he’s the type of man that wants to cum multiple times until he gets everything out of his system—until he knows that he has pleased you. If necessary, he’d continue until his eyes are forced shut.

His heavy breathing increases, his big amber eyes begging you to turn around and place your hands all over him. Under the muffled sounds of his whimpers, he calls for you, his voice too weak for you to register from the distance you’re at. He knows you’re doing this to him on purpose, turning him on as his pitch rises an octave, his whines now desperate cries for attention. You unclasp your bra, slinging it aside, then slowly step out of your panties. His face lights up, a gleaming smile displayed as his hands proceed to tremble.

“Are you ready?” He gasps in between his words, eagerly awaiting you to spin around and join him on the mattress.

“Not yet.”

“You said— We had a deal.” He almost sounds hurt, as if he took the betrayal to heart, “I’m going to cum— You know I can’t last—”

“Relax, Choso. I’m teasing.” You chuckle, spinning around and closing the distance, “You can stop now. You did so well.”

“Did I?” His sticky hand leeches onto yours, “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I keep sending you inappropriate messages while you’re at work and I steal your panties.” He utters. He feels ashamed at how attached he is to you—many of your friends have commented on his clingy behaviour.

“I like your little messages; I think they’re cute—the pictures too.”

“Yeah? You like them?”

“I love them; you look so pretty in the videos. Got the most handsome face I’ve ever seen, haven’t you?”

“I’ll send you more. You make me this way—I’m so horny. I get so excited for you to come home every day.”

“I can see that.” Your eyes drift down to his dick, wrapping your hand around it, grazing against the veins that decorate it. “All of this because of me, I’m flattered.”

“All for you. I love you so much.” Choso tugs you forward, making sure he’s able to hold you in the kiss so you can’t break free this time.

His lips were soft; you could feel his smirk pressed against you while you shuffled closer. He adored kissing you; exploring every inch of you is a blessing to him. He pulls back and shifts your hips, lining his tip up with your entrance. The moment he’s been waiting for all day is finally in his hands, the greatest privilege he has been gifted in life.

“I can’t wait to feel you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He mutters, dotting kisses down your arm while you lower yourself onto him, “So good. I’ll make you cum, I swear.”

“Quiet down, Choso.” You snicker, his pupils blown out as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Oh fuck, ‘so tight,” Since he can’t tone it down, you put your hand over his mouth. You silence his moans, barely doing enough to dull the volume.

Your day at work drained you; you don’t have enough energy to remain on top for long, growing exhausted only after the first few minutes have passed. Choso recognises your lack of energy and rolls over, allowing you to lie down. When you give him this opportunity, he makes sure he doesn’t disappoint you. He inches back into you, setting the pace to his liking, carefully analysing your facial expressions.

“Please talk to me.” He grunts, reaching forward to stroke your face.

“You’re doing so well—just like that.” Your eyes flutter shut as his tip massages a point deep within you, stimulating your G-spot. From the look on his face, it’s as though he is awestruck by you; none of this is new to him, he just can’t get over how gorgeous you are.

“Are you close?” He’s aware that it’s early on, but this has been prolonged for him—he’s already at his point of release.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck— I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“You can do it, Choso. Do it for me.”

“I’m trying. M’ trying, but it’s so hard—”

“Keep yourself there.” You readjust your position, raising your hips slightly while he secures you in place.

“Here? Should I press down?” He rubs his hand on your lower abdomen, applying pressure to aid your pleasure, “Look at you— You’re so pretty. You’re going to be mine forever, aren’t you?”

“Forever.” You mumble your words, repeating them as the satisfaction begins to take over your rational thinking.

“Can you feel this?” He says in a proud tone while his fingers circle around your clit, building your climax rapidly, “Am I doing it right?”

“Mhm’, that’s it.” Your breath hitches, muscles tightening due to the stimulation, “That’s it, Choso.”

“I’m holding out for you,” The atmosphere was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping, “Please don’t be mad if I cum.”

“Just a little more.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.” His voice was raspy, barely able to get his words out. “I love how you take care of me. I love how good our sex is—”

“And— Those other people,” He pants, glaring directly into your eyes, “Who said I wasn’t enough for you were wrong, weren't they? I’m so good for you.”

“You’re more than enough for me.”

“Not every man has to pretend to be emotionless. They’re so jealous because I’m the one you wanted.” He plants his lips on your neck, leaving a soft trail of pecks leading down to your chest, “I’m going to give you everything, going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

Choso comes undone inside of you, his whimpers flowing while his cum spurts out, filling you up just as he had anticipated. He continues to thrust, making sure you have the opportunity to finish despite him being close to passing out from the overstimulation. His hands are groping your breasts, sliding all over your body, doing anything he can to help you.

“Please cum, please,” He whispers his plea, his breath fanning onto your neck, “I want you to cum for me.”

“Yes— Oh shit,” He laughs in between gasps, not expecting his words to have an effect, “You’re so tight around me.”

Locking with his innocent eyes, you break, losing your composure as your orgasm reigns over your body. Choso is struggling to speak, his words coming out in hiccups while he continues—unable to stop himself. He pulls out of you and shoots cum all over your stomach, letting his drained body fall beside yours. Tonight, he made a mess much bigger than he ever had before, his head spinning while his body regains energy.

“I really needed this.” Choso turns, noticing the sweet expression on your face as you gaze at him.

“I love you too; I forgot to say it back.” You beam over at him while your chest heaves, your body sticky with both sweat and cum, a combination that becomes irritating as time passes.

“Give me a minute and I’ll clean everything up like I promised.” He pecks your cheek, pleased with himself for the state you’re in. Usually, you prefer to be the one in charge of aftercare—you don’t have the heart to stop him as he seems so ecstatic with his performance. “Do you want a fresh set of lingerie or my boxers and a shirt?”

“Boxers and a shirt, please.”

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𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ⁴ᵏ

He knew this was a bad idea, a horrible idea. A potentially illegal idea? Don't ask him, he wasn't a cop - He didn't particularly want to find out regardless. But. The warm huff of his girlfriend’s giggled breath on his hardening length. The flushed expression of the usually stoic man on his blaring phone screen. They almost make him forget about the passing headlights of cars and the dripping pipes puddling on the concrete of the graffitied alleyway. 

It all started, Kaveh muses, earlier that night.

The Bumbling bustle of the bar oddly soothes Kaveh's nerves, an all-familiar place with even more familiar people. [Name] and Kaveh went out on the town with Tighnari and Cyno, leaving Alhaitham back at their apartment. He mentioned he had some important thesis he had to work on - Kaveh thinks it was just an excuse to stay out of it. Alahitham was a homebody, a grumpy near agoraphobic man that could live the rest of his life in a hole - And he'd be happy, too. Kaveh and [Name] would probably join him, the pair never wandered far from the aforementioned man. He was their rock, or maybe a boulder, temperamental, shell cracking at every misadventure the pair strung him through. Sometimes though, Alhaitham came out with the sweetest affirmations and it sent Kaveh’s brain barreling down a never-ending flight of stairs.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Kaveh’s phone buzzes on the table, lighting up with a message from his other half.. Or third? If his heart were a pie chart, he’d have a special place for both of his partners. All good things come in threes - or something - Regardless, his boyfriend texted him. And his girlfriend answers.

The ever so punctuated Alhaitham lights up his phone screen with his demands. Kaveh swears his eyes hurt trying to read his texts. He was too inebriated for this, the words swirl into a muddly ball of squiggles. He ought to punch Alhaitham in the mouth.. With his mouth… Maybe later. 

“He’s no fun” [Name] pouts, swirling her deteriorating paper straw through her drink, mixing up the once rainbow assortment of liqueur into a muddy, watery red-brown. Kaveh watches his darling [Name] slump over the table, throwing her phone down, nearly knocking over his frozen margarita and whatever bizarre cocktail she decided to order herself. Tighnari gives a soft chuckle from across the table, eyes crunched with a sympathetic smile. 

“Knowing him he’s missing you just as much [Name], he’s just not one for places like this, Cyno is the same.” Tighnari’s voice manages to cut through the live band playing away at some classic folk rock song everyone and their father knew. Speaking of; Cyno was nowhere to be seen - Long gone off to the bathroom or the bar.. Archons knows, that man was an enigma. Kaveh wasn’t sure he even existed in the first place, was Cyno real?

The ping on Tighnari’s phone nearly scares him. He shall appear Kaveh half recites in his head with an outward snort. He watches Tighnari with sleepy eyes, cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. The aformentioned man opens his phone with his thumb. He widens his eyes comically, quickly pressing the off button on the side of the device, nearly dropping it onto the table in his haste. [Name] squints at him from the table top, lips pursed and an eyebrow cocked. Tighnari clears his throat.

“Ah- Cyno messaged- He’s waiting for me in the bathro- uh I m-mean the back.. Room.. door- the back door! Cyno’s ready to leave.. I’ll see you guys around? G-Get home safe!” Tighnari stumbles of of his stool, most definitely not making his way towards the exit of the building. Kaveh blinks, sipping his frozen marg that was not-so-frozen anymore - Alright then. He side eyes his girlfriend, giving her a look - Are you seeing this?

“They’re gonna fuck” [Name] falls into a pit full of giggles, wrapping her lips around her straw, drinking up the watery thing this place called a cocktail. At least someone said it. 

“I couldn't have said it more eloquently myself..” Kaveh says, sipping into the last ounce of liquid in his glass with a bubble of his straw. Mm tequila. Yuck.

“I’ll be back in a sec, Kaveyy~ Gotta go bathroom..” [Name] hops off of her stool and disappears into the crowd. Kaveh sighs, blinking his way back into the land of the sober. He nurtures her drink with the instinct of a mother pigeon, fending for her young in the big bad city. No harm shall come to this watered down mystery juice, not on his watch. He feels the burn of alcohol in his cheeks, the subtle sway of his body as he sits and stares. Much like going to the bathroom at a house party, stuck alone for a second to really take in just how drunk you feel. The horrible feeling is quick to dissipate when [Name] comes weaving through the crowd, back over to their little table. She had a quirk about her, a sly look in her eye, twitch on her lip.

“Welcome back,” Kaveh hands her, her drink. She graciously takes it with a sweet kiss to his cheek, staining his face with her lipstick. Kaveh gets awfully suspicious when she pulls out her phone, pressing her face to his own and snapping a cute selfie, sticky lipstick stain on full show. She pulls back with a giggle, grinning down at her screen nearly pressing it to her nose. Kaveh doesn't have to inquire, she’s quick to let him in on her mischief.

“‘Nari and Cyno gave me an idea~” [Name’s] eyes looked far too awake for the time of night. Kaveh cocks a brow, squinting at her phone screen as she swipes between her gallery pictures. He sees her in all her glory, somehow managing to look absolutely insatiable in the dingy bar bathroom. Tiny dress slipped half off, pretty lips parted with her tongue poking out just enough, a dangerous glint in her eyes. He sucks in a breath, he really shouldn't get so worked up - Like a greasy school boy that caught a glimpse of a teacher's underskirt. Not that he ever did that. He ignores how his pants grow a little tighter.

“You went to the bathroom to take nudes?” He reaches for a napkin to wipe his face. [Name] rolls her eyes, sipping the last of her drink.

“Lewds, Kaveh” She earnestly corrects him with a pout, rolling her eyes as if he should have known the difference. Seemed nude enough to him.

“What, you have a secret third partner you're not telling us about?” He teases her. [Name’s] pout grows into a playful scowl, gently shoving his shoulder.

“Yeah, and they’re way prettier than you~” She bites back with a smile, shaking her head and falling into a pit of giggles that Kaveh couldn't help but join in.

“Should I send them?” She leans back in, zooming in and out on the pictures she snapped.

“To your new plaything?” Kaveh smirks. [Name] groans dramatically.

“No- To ‘Haithem. ‘Wanna tease him..” She giggles and nods her head, eyes glinting in mischief. It could be fun, Kaveh muses. He could make a hobby out of getting on Alhaitham’s nerves - Respectfully of course, he still loved him after all. 

“Tease him? He won’t be happy when we get back.. Puppy” His voice drops low, eyebrow raised with a cheeky smirk. He notices her visibly shift, mouth turned in a downturned smile, eyes squinting back at him.

“All the better, no?” She comes back at him. Touche. “C’mon, lets go now~” She beckons under his chin, pressing her finger into his skin, lifting his head with a quick flick. If she asked him to get down on his knees and bark, he’d probably do it. Who’s the puppy now - It's Kaveh.

The pair leave the bar and stand on the sidewalk by the building, [Name] eagerly scrolls through her pictures, biting her lip in an attempt to conceal her grin. She asks for his opinion, and he opts for something a little more modest, with at least some of her clothes on for imaginative purposes. She rolls her eyes at him, saying Alhaitham couldn't picture the colour green let alone a human. The two come to a compromise, pick one each and send off the cute selfie with her lip stain on Kaveh’s cheek. 

Kaveh slips his hand in hers as they begin to make the walk home, not before letting Alhaitham know -  With a little treat attached.

Kaveh doesn't even have to press the call button, Alhaitham’s name pops up bright on his screen. [Name] giggles again, hanging off of Kaveh’s arm. He swipes the answer button, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Love” Kaveh, feigns innocence in his voice, flicking his eyes to the little minx next to him.

“Is [Name] with you?” Alhaitham’s voice is ever deadpan through the speaker, the man had a knack for indifference, but Kaveh could see through it every time.

“Of course-” Kaveh starts before being hastily cut off.

“Good. Put her on please.” He sounds tense. Not the angry I'm about to blow tense. The other tense. Still about to blow - Just in an all new fashion. Kaveh masks a laugh with a sigh, handing over the phone to his other-other half. Third? He hands his phone to [Name].

“Nawhhh ‘Haitham do you miss us?” She opens the call with a sweet voice, swinging Kaveh's arm as they walk the dusky city streets. Kaveh strains to hear Alhaitham's droning voice, crackling through the speaker pressed to his beloved's ear, muffled and illegible. He can only listen to [Name], hearing half of their conversation through her replies- not that she said anything other than; various versions of 'mmhm'.

"Uhuhh~ oh? really?... Yeah..?" Her tone of voice steadily becomes more sultry with every word she speaks. A tingle runs down Kaveh's tummy, right into his groin. Curse the effect this wretched witch - his beloved beautiful girlfriend - Had on his body. He intakes a deep breath of city air, trying to keep vigilant of their surroundings, half purposely ignoring their call to calm the ache in his pants.

“Just can’t wait until we get home, huh..?” [Name] continues, voice suddenly sobered up. For some reason it turns him on more, being half ignored between their heated ministrations. He can only imagine what Alhaitham could be saying, and it riles him up all the more. The anticipation of what's waiting for him at home doesn't help - He knows what Alhaitham is like. If they fuck around, they’ll definitely find out. The consequences will be laid out for them. Regardless of who starts it, Alhaitham ends it.

Kaveh is jolted out of his running thoughts by a tug on his arm. [Name] leads him on with a giggle, down a street or two, right into a secluded passage nestled between two apartment buildings. Kaveh reels his head together, coming to so quick he swears he gives himself whiplash. [Name] presses her glossy lips to his own, pashing him loud and wet right into the receiver of the phone. Kaveh’s head was reeling, crotch most definitely bulging at the seam of his pants. He hears a faint groan through the phone, just as [Name] bites down on his plump lips, eliciting his very own keening noise.

She pulls off of him, lips wet with a sticky string of saliva, still connecting their lips together. He watches it glisten under the dim street light, snapping and joining the slick gloss adorned on her lips. His girl bites at his neck, huffing little giggles as she sinks her teeth into his milky flesh. Gods he can barely keep quiet, whimpering softly, fluttering his pretty carmine eyes closed. There's a scuffle over the line, a sound of fabric shifting through the speaker of the phone.

“Kaveh” There's a sweet whisper in his ear, sending the most delicious shiver down his spine, nearly making his knees weak. He finds the voice, his darling girlfriend, eyes full and swimming with something he was all too familiar with. There's a short beep and a phone is stuffed into his hands, video call on, camera faced to the ground. Alhaitham’s face is on the screen, brows scrunched up, eyes searching the dark picture of the video.

“Make sure I look pretty” [Name] bites her lip with a giggle, trying to mask her cheeky smile. Gods didn't she always, it was near impossible for her not to be. She lowers herself to the dirty concrete floor of the alleyway, hands already easing into the loops of Kaveh’s pants. He's hyper aware of their surroundings - distant chatterings of drunk party goers, the beaming lights of a taxi driving by. His eyes strain at the bright phone screen, nearly fumbling to keep the video steady.

“Watch him.. Make sure he touches himself~” [Name] purs against the bulge in his pants. Alhaitham watches closely as she fumbles with Kaveh’s button, unzipping his pants. She hooks her fingers into his waistband, clenching her palms into the fabric as she pulls them down his frame. Kaveh hisses, feeling the hot pressure of his trousers become replaced by a cool spike of air. [Name] fingers into his briefs on her way down, revealing the soft skin of his groin to the video. With a giggle she fully releases him, his pretty cock slaps into his tummy with a soft noise, leaving a sticky bead of pearlescent pre on his dress shirt. He hears a crackled moan through the phone speaker and his eyes are on Alhaitham. The man bites at his lip, squeezing the base of his thick length, face slowly being overconsumed by a warm red blush.

Kaveh can't decide where to look - Past the phone and down at his pretty girl? Or into the video feed on Alhaitham’s shaky camera angle. He fails to decide when he feels a hot huff of breath on his cock. [Name] kisses at his flushed pink tip, smearing the last of her sticky lip gloss all over his velvety head. Kaveh’s mouth falls open, eyes squinting down at the pretty girl below him. His grip on the side of the phone tightens as he captures her licking her tongue flat on the underside of his length, sending a hot pulse right into Kaveh’s achy cock. He bites back a soft moan, eyes already getting bleary and teary. Gods he was sensitive, and didn't she know it. He eyes Alhaitham’s expression, his lips parted ever so slightly, teeth biting into the side of his cheek. He watches as the usually stoic man breaks ever so delicately. It's something Kaveh had come to absolutely relish.

Kaveh nearly cries, his sensitive tip suddenly engulfed by the pretty girl on her knees, kissing at the back of her eager throat. She swallows around him, gagging hot over his pretty cock, forcing fresh tears to bubble in her eyes. Gods she looked almost pornographic. Mascara already beginning to turn into a black liquid mess under her eyes, threatening to stream down her cheeks. She drools over his cock, taking him back and forth, always swallowing his flushed tip down her warm throat. She eyes the phone camera, raising a brow she pulls off of his length, blowing a cheeky kiss towards Alhaitham. 

“Wish you were here~” She mockingly pouts at the man on the phone, eagerly taking Kaveh back down her throat. Kaveh keens out loud, moaning high from his throat with his head tilted back into the rough, graffitied brick wall. Gods she was rough, rougher than she ever was with him, was she teasing them? Showing Alhaitham exactly what he was missing out on? Was this how she took his cock? Rough and dirty and eager - Completely unlike the soft, doting way she wraps her lips around his own cock. Alhaitham crunches his brows, front teeth clenched with his lips parted in a scowl, Kaveh watches him stroke his thick length, the flushed velvet tip barely coming into the frame of the video.

“Makin’ a mess of yourselves in public huh? Trying to tease me? Better not come back here… If you know what's good for you..” Alhaitham’s voice babbles through the phone, playing along with [Name’s] little game. They all knew exactly what would transpire the second they walked through the door. It only eggs [Name] on further. It's her turn to moan, garbling around Kaveh’s long, pretty length as she takes him. She makes a show of sinking down on Kaveh, kissing at the base of his length, pretty eyes gazing up into the camera. Her mascara was running, pooling down her cheeks as she looked up at Alhaitham, purposely going out of her way to show him up. There's that feeling again, the burn in his tummy as he’s caught between their teasing, their little toy to rile each other up.

Gods it's nearly too much, Alhaitham’s eager shake of his shoulder as he jerks himself off, on show for only Kaveh to see. His cock aches and tenses as [Name] takes him down, rocking her whole body into him, suckling at him sweetly before fucking him with her throat. He cant take his eyes off of them, albeit blurred form the little pin pricking tears that well up in the corners of them. He stares through the phone screen, through the little square on the phone, eyes darting between [Name] and Alhaitham.

“[Name]... Haitham- [Na-].. Won't last..!” Kaveh’s hand wobbles, he was quickly certainly becoming the worst cinematographer in the world. [Name] rakes her palms over his cool, milky skin, caressing him with some ounce of her usual softness she leaves for him. A hot shiver runs straight into his groin, he can't help but thrust his hips forward, spearing his tip down her eager throat. She keens around him, swallowing hard on him, taking him deeper and faster his brain could barely keep up. 

“Gonna come? Poor baby's gonna come..? Look at what you've done [Name].. Dragging poor Kaveh into your little game..” Alhaitham’s voice mocks them through the phone. That's right.. Poor Kaveh.. All caught up between their silly game. His eyes work double time trying to focus on the two, Alhaitham’s looney expression, slightly pixelated from the horrendous phone reception in the small walls of the corridor. [Name’s] eager expression, lips wrapped around his cock, lead and wet and slobbery. He throws his head back, he couldn't bear to watch them, lest he make a mess of himself. 

He feels a hand on him, cupping at his balls, tender and ticklish - He feels himself tense, embarrassed at the man watching and hearing him through the phone, coming close from the pretty girl drooling over his cock. Gods, his brain was running overtime, absolutely reeling at everything it could. The flickering light above them, the headlights that stopped for far too long for his liking, the dripping pipe to his right. The warm engulf of his pretty girlfriend’s mouth around his aching cock, the usually aloof man in his phone, staring right at his groin with his own cock in his hand.

Kaveh’s cheeks burn, his balls ache and cock tenses hard. Gods, he was done for, unable to reel in the spike in his groin. His free hand comes down to his girlfriend’s hair, threading through the strands in an attempt to have her slow down. She manages to giggle, pushing past his attempt and suckling ever so sweetly against his hot tip. Kaveh whines and keens out loud, hiccupping in hot embarrassment, eyes finally allowing the warm tears to streak down his cheeks. He thrusts, he can't help it, giving in to [Name’s] pleasure, taking her mouth with his cock as Alhaitham watches through the camera. God he was sure he would never live this down, but he couldn't care - Not when his sweet girlfriend looks so pretty on his cock, not when Alhaitham chants through the speakers, commanding him to let go, to come for him.

Kaveh throws his head back, knocking his skull into the hard wall. He moans with an open mouth, spit hot on his tongue as his cock twitches hard. He can barely make out a short ‘Cumming-!’ before his sticky mess coasts [Name’s] tongue. He cums thick, milky ropes, whimpering as she suckles sweetly on him, edging all of his sweet, sticky cum out of him. Her tongue rolls over his achy slit, lapping up the pebbling spurts of cum that pulse from his cock.

[Name] makes a cheeky show of lapping at his pretty cockhead, tongue coated in his milky cum, smearing it all over himself. She sticks her tongue out for the camera, for Alhaitham to see, hot and milky, nearly dribbling off of her. She giggles and suckles at his swollen tip, swallowing around his overstimulated cock, earning a hot whine from his throat. [Name] stands from the dirty concrete, knees flushed and covered in a mystery dust. She snatches the phone from Kaveh, pulling him into a filthy, spitty kiss, swapping his creamy mess between them. She makes sure Alhaitham’s watching, peering her eyes to the side, seeing Kaveh’s fucked out, flushed face in the corner square as she kisses into him. Kaveh knew he surely looked a mess, lips swollen and teeth bitten, nose red with blush, eyelashes wet and stuck together. He can't bear to look.

Alhaitham practically growls, surely cumming in his own palm as he watches them swap Kaveh’s sweet, salty mess. He babbles, telling them that they’re filthy, they're in for it, pretty little things couldn't even keep to themselves. No wonder, he can barely keep himself from them regardless. [Name] pulls away first, nipping at Kaveh’s nose before turning to the man on call.

“Muah! Love you Haitham~ See you soon” She cheekily bites her lip, hastily shutting off the video call before the man could even get a word in. she crouches down, helping Kaveh re-dress himself. Oh the shame, he cannot bear to leave the sanctuary that is the dusty alleyway. His tummy flips at the idea of coming home to Alhaitham, maybe he could worm his way out? He was a victim - Just a bystander! The phone buzzes again, and [Name] giggles, shutting off the ringer and taking Kaveh’s hand into her own.

“C’mon~ Haitham is waiting~” She plants a hot kiss to his lips before dragging through the street once again.

“I don't know if I wanna ever see him again after that..” Kaveh pouts dramatically, heart pulsing in anticipation as [Name] punches in their building code. Here goes nothing, he supposes.

Hi, hello, welcome to November 😔

We're truly holding on by a thread here girlies-

Lmk if you enjoyed! Idk how I feel about this one- also idk if I regret making those texts- sksksjsh tumblr wasn't formatting them in like wOrd form how I wanted so I, for some reason created my own lmaoo

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