#「 ��� 」 whipped.cream

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Cw afab reader, breeding, impregnation kink, manhandling, belly bulge from cock ♡

Sylus takes you apart on his cock like a man playing an instrument. He knows all your tells, all your signs, all your spots like it's the back of his hand. Has spent hours on his hands and knees familiarizing himself with your body— using his hands and his mouth and his cock to see what has you fracturing for him in the most beautiful way possible.

With your legs on his shoulders, ankles hanging limply over his back and locked behind his neck, it certainly feels like this man was put on this earth for the sole purpose of taking you apart at the seams and putting you back together with each thrust and each kiss. His hands are broad and rough on your skin, borderline greedy as they dig into your hips, dragging your pliant body into each of his thrusts. He plays you like you're a doll, manhandling and moving your body to his whim, making your eyes roll each time his hips slap against yours.

You're so lost in the pleasure that he grants you that you hardly realize it when Sylus removes one of his hands from your waist, pressing it instead against your lower tummy, and pressing down slightly like he's trying to feel something, and you whimper.

His breaths are coming out in ragged pants, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes are glued to where his hand rests. He's so deep inside you— so deep, so hard, so thick that you're damn near losing your mind. You gasp when you feel his cock twitch, and groan against the hungry kiss that he presses against your lips.

“Here,” he grunts, lips brushing against your, eyes unfocused from the pleasure and sweat dripping from his brow. You swear that, in the low light of his bedroom, his crimson eyes glow with an unshakable hunger. Unshakable desire.

"W-what?" is all you can manage to gasp, barely able to cling to coherency with how he stretches you out on his girthy length. His hand insistently presses against your lower stomach again, and you squeal as he groans. He can feel himself under your skin, feel himself stretching you out just for him. "What do you—"

“This is where my baby is going to go." His voice is little more than a growl, now. Sylus' eyes meet yours— crimson pools, swirling with love, lust, and a promise. "This is where it’s gonna be when I fuck it into you, sweetie.”

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SEMI-NSFW!! 16+ ONLY !! — Sylus. gn reader, no body parts mentioned. Fade to black right before you fuck so nothing explicit, but heavily implied. Lovesick Sylus ♡

Yes, Sylus finds enjoyment in branding your skin with his teeth, leaving marks for all to admire for the coming days. He’s a man in love— sue him. But when you’re the one marking him up, clinging to him with your face buried in his neck and your teeth in his skin, painting another pretty bruise there for everyone to see, Sylus’ breath catches and his heart races. Knowing that you’re marking him— that you’re staking a claim on him. That you’re declaring him yours. Your man, your beloved, your dragon.

A helpless groan rises from his chest, guttural and rough. One of his arms wraps around you, keeping you pressed close. It’s almost like he’s begging you to keep going— to leave more bites and bruises on his skin. Enough that they won’t fade, enough that no one doubts the fact that he’s yours.

His other hand rises to his mouth, shakily trying to muffle the embarrassing litany of gasps and groans that are punched from his chest. His cheeks are heated, his wool body feeling like it’s burning under your touch.

“I’m all yours,” Sylus can’t help but breathlessly murmur when you (regrettably) part from the painting of bruises on his neck. His eyes are hazy— dazed. Like he’s seeing the world in sparkles and shines, with you at the center of it all. His hand tightens around your waist. “Say it, my heart. Please.”

And he’s helpless as you caress his cheek so gently. Helpless to melt in the palm of your hand, cheek nuzzling against your touch like a man starved. His eyes flutter shut, and his one hand grasps yours, holding it still as he presses a kiss to the base of your palm, then your wrist, then each of your fingertips.

You shiver at the heat in his kiss— at the expression of pure love and desire that he wears. It’s hard to breathe, you think, when faced with your dragon’s immeasurable devotion. “You’re mine,” you say, soft and sincere, trying your best to not let your voice shake. Sylus shakes underneath you. “From now until eternity— you’re mine.”

And he groans, raw and ragged, the sound of deep satisfaction pulled from somewhere in the recesses of his soul. It feels so right when you say that— when you claim him as yours. It makes all the years he’s spent without it seem microscopic in comparison. He’d relive it all, just to hear you say it again and again.

“And you’re mine, as well,” Sylus says, taking your hand and pressing it over his chest, where his heart beats, but only for you. “And I will always find my way back to you.”

With a single smooth movement, he rolls the two of you until your back is cushioned against the sheets of the bed, and he’s hovering over you— the only thing you can see. Crimson eyes devour you hungrily, reverently. But his hand is still gentle as he caressed your cheek, soft in the way his arm around your middle still keeps you pressed against him.

“Let me show you my devotion, my heart, so that you never forget it again,” Sylus murmurs, the hand on your cheek trailing down— down your neck, past your chest, even lower than your stomach, and suddenly, you understand why dragons are described as greedy creatures.

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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !! — Sylus. fem&afab reader, he fingers u good morning, banter, lovesick Sylus ♡

Thinking thoughts rn about waking up on the first morning of the new year to Sylus’s kisses on your face and his hand on your inner thigh with his fingers trailing higher and higher with each second. The way he hums when he feels you stir awake, the way he grins into your lips when you kiss back against him, still sleepy but so willing to return his affection.

“Let’s start the new year with a bang, shall we?” He asks, crimson eyes sparkling with coyness— and you laugh, because you’re too sleepy to tell if that was a pun, an innuendo, both, or something in between. You just know that goodness, you love him so much.

And Sylus huffs, because he wasn’t expecting you to be laughing at him when you should be gasping his name. His hand slipping under your sleep shorts remedies that, however, and soon your laughter dissolves into a soft gasp of arousal when his broad hand cups your pussy, roughened fingers stroking your folds through the fabric of your cotton panties.

Sylus groans alongside you, feeling the way you respond to him so beautifully— your pussy knows who’s taking care of her, and she’s already growing wet under his simple touch.

“You laugh, but you’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs, hot breath brushing across your lips. “Do you want me to do something about it, baby? Hm?”

A whine is pulled from your throat when he pushes more insistently against your panties, stroking you just a touch rougher now, teasing your little cunt. “Yes,” you mewl, voice still rough from the haze of sleep. “Sylus, don’t fucking tease—”

“Manners,” he scolds, though he grins. His other hand lightly taps your thigh. “Is that any way to say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’?”

You scowl up at him, displeased at being treated like a little kitten who’s merely showing her claws, though the haze of pleasure that clouds your eyes dulls the edge of it. “Please fuck me, before I shoot you again. Thank you.”

And the bastard laughs, the sound sending shivers up your spine.

“Yeah, alright. Wouldn’t want to start the year with that kind of bang,” Sylus concedes, because he always concedes when it comes to you. His fingers tug the seat of your panties aside as they finally delve into the soft slickness of your pussy, two fingers dipping into your cunt, and you whine. He grins, seeing how your eyes flutter shut and your body shudders.

“Just relax,” he murmurs to you, over the sound of you whimpering his name as his fingers push deeper, up to his knuckles now, and the way your hand darts to his wrist, pulling him close, begging for more. “Just lay there and look pretty, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Full on nasty smut soon I swear let me just get motivated enough to finish it lol

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Wriothesley holding your hands while he sits you on his lap, cock buried into you to the hilt, making you whine with how full you are. Wriothesley telling you to take what you want, telling you, no, I can’t help you. Can’t you see how my hands are busy? And giving your palms a little squeeze for good measure. Wriothesley's head falling back and his eyes rolling when you whine and whimper his name as you jerkily try to bounce yourself on his lap, only able to rise to about halfway before your knees give in and gravity pulls you back down onto him.

Wriothesley who groans, deep and ragged in his throat when you sob, begging him to help, that you just can’t do it. That he's just too big.

“Too much, hm?” He asks voice little more than a rough whisper. His hands gently untangle from yours, tenderness so at odds with the thoughts in his mind— how he wants to see you crying from pleasure, how he wants to hear you sobbing his name and begging him to fill you up and keep you warm with his cum.

Scarred palms gently rest on your hips and, with ease, he lifts you up, up and up until only the fat head of him is left inside you— before he drags you back down, his hips rising to meet yours in a rough, deep thrust. He stretches you open, dragging a needy whine from your throat and making you see stars behind your eyelids. The stretch of him is immeasurable, filling you up to the brim and stuffing you with his cock so deep that you think that he's carved a little place out inside of you just for himself.

"Fuck, baby," he laughs softly as his tip goes as deep as he can, making you yelp when it brushes your innermost parts. Balls-deep in his lovely sweetheart, holding your trembling, whimpering form on his lap. He can't imagine anything better than this.

Wriothesley groans softly, burying his face in the back of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. "You're so warm. So perfect," he murmurs the praise softly, and all you can do is hiccup his name in response. He bounces you on his cock again, pulling you off of it and then pushing you down once more, and he swears that the world narrows down to nothing else but you in that moment.

"Buckle up, sweetheart," Wriothesley says, voice low and ragged and rough— an unspoken promise of what's in store for you tonight. Hands tighten on your hips, and you can feel his grin as he presses a kiss to your hair. "You're gonna be in for a bumpy ride."

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Making love with Sylus where he thrusts into you, slow and gentle and so fucking tender it makes your heart hurt. Where, as your bodies move in synch, it’s not about the pleasure. It’s not even about reaching your climax, not even about getting each other off. It’s just about feeling each other in the most intimate way possible. It’s about sharing something heartfelt and fragile with him —with your dragon, who has waited lifetimes for you— that you would never dare to give anybody else.

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Sylus is the kind of man who loves to hear your noises. He’d make sure that your mouth is never covered when he fucks you, always pulling your hands away or lifting you up by the hair from where you buried your face in the pillows. He’s insistent on it— on hearing how he pleasures you, on how good he makes you feel. He could get off on hearing your voice calling his name, whining and moaning for more. He gets off on how your voice cracks when you’re about to cum, on how your voice raises in pitch the closer you get to that peak. It’s stunning. The best damn thing he’s ever heard— you practically sing under his touch and, if he could, he’d keep a recording of your noises on his phone to keep him company on the lonely days that he has to spend away from you.

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I need Sylus to breed me so fucking bad ‼️ I need to hear the way he gasps when he pushes the tip in. Need to feel the way his muscles clench and his hips roll as he thrusts into me, need to feel the warmth of his hand in mine— the way he kisses the back of my hand while he gasps my name and tells me in a shaky, hoarse voice that he’s about to cum.

Need to feel warm and full and contented after he fills me up. I need to wrap my legs around his waist when he tries to pull out, need to see the expression on his face melt to something soft and tender when I beg him to wait, to stay for just a couple more minutes is a soft, whiny little voice. Need to feel the way he kisses my forehead, pressing himself back into me, so deep that it has my breath hitching and my hands shaking on his shoulders, all the while that he mumbles into my lips that I don’t even need to beg— that he’ll do whatever I want as long as I keep looking at him with my pretty, pretty eyes.

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Good morning woke up with the urge to get fucked by Sylus first thing in my morning. Sweet ‘good morning’ kisses and gentle pets and caresses that eventually turns into his tongue in my mouth and his hand under the shirt he gave me, pinching and squeezing my tits. His hips rutting into me from behind, soft moans leaving his mouth only to be swallowed by my own. And when he can’t take it anymore, with his his hand tangling into my messy bed head, the other goes to pull his boxers down, and he’s murmuring in my ear how pretty I am, how beautiful, how he needs me, how he wants me, can he fuck me please please please.

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You cannot convince me Wriothesley could keep his mouth shut while getting head. Every time is just like the first, he's going to moan with a softness that's absent from his normal speaking voice, his hand buried in your hair as he shakily urges you onward... And if you just... Stopped? The Duke might be gruff when it comes to business, but with his lover, he's not going to use force. He's going to bite his lip, squeeze his eyes shut and swallow his pride before letting out the most desperate little "Please.."

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Oh?? My god ?? Dude this has lived rent-free in my brain this whole day I hope you know.

Goodness, yk, I can see Wrio as the kind of person who prefers to give rather than receive, you know? Who gains pleasure from knowing that you're feeling good. It's not often that you get to go down on him, but oh each time is worth remembering.

Fuck, and can you imagine the small, aborted thrusts? Ones that he can't help, so desperate from the feeling of your mouth just there. How, against his better efforts, his body is so desperate for you to take him deeper into your throat that he twitches and jerks even as he tries to keep still because he doesn't want to be rough with you.

Wriothesley who pants, voice raspy as he says your name so sweetly, the word practically a plea. His whole body is tense, like a coiled spring taut with restraint. A flush is high on his cheeks and sweat drips from his brow just from you cockwarming him with your mouth.

"Sweetheart, you're killing me here," he says, voice shaky as he chuckles. He had thought it harmless to let you have your fun when you asked earlier, but oh, he hadn't expected this.

The hand still in your hair goes to cup your jaw, feeling the way your mouth stretches open around his length, and gently guides you to look up up up at him so he can meet your eyes. And the sight of you on your knees, between his thighs and looking up at him with his hard length in your mouth— the slightest of quirks to your lip like you know how desperate you've made him— nearly makes him cum right then and there.

Wriothesley barely manages to hold his shit together, but his cock twitches in your mouth, betraying how badly he needs you.

"Baby." His voice is so so so breathless, so raspy. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip, and the slightest of moans escapes him when your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock. "Don't tease— Sweetheart don't tease me, please. I'm already so hard for you, it hurts."

And it's true— Wriothesley looks nearly delirious from how badly he wants to be deeper in your throat— looks like he'd beg a thousand more times, would whine your name and tell you how good you look as much as you want, if only to get another inch in your mouth. So you have mercy on him, and after a deep breath, you sink down the rest of his length, until he's so deep in your throat that you gag— and with a choked yell of your name, Wriothesley's cock jerks as he cums, flooding your mouth and throat with the taste of his spend.

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I'm exhausted I had this thought on the precipice of sleep so I can't remember for the life of me if u believe in sylas liking a little bit of pain/specifically his hair pulled but. Him growing it out now that ur back.

omg nonnie i hope u see this after ur sleep + that u had a good sleep 😭 BUT LMFAOO I don't think I was the one who mentioned believing that kasjnd BUT 👀👀 Now that you've brought it to my attention, I can totally see it ??

Like Sy who enjoys when you rake your nails down his back, leaving raised red skin in your wake. Sy who likes it when you bite at his neck, his shoulders, his arms, and even though he hisses at the sting, he just gets even harder. Sy who particularly loved it that one time that you had buried your hand into his hair and, so fucked out by the way he was thrusting into you, you had pulled at the strands. He had moaned at the sting, then, ragged and low, his chest heaving at the unexpected pleasure that coursed through his veins. And oh, when you try to apologize with a soft whimper, try to pull your hand away from his hair, he growls, thrusting harder into you and pulling out a squeak of his name— and making your hands fist in his hair once more.

"Don't apologize," he says, words nearly a gasp, impossibly hard as he rocks into you. Your eyes are rolling back in your head, and you're ignorant to everything else in the world aside from his cock stretching you out, the silver strands in your hand, and the way he sounds like he's almost beggin when he speaks— "Just do that again, sweetie."

Yeah after that he deffo starts growing out his hair so u get more to tug on LMAOOO

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「 CWS : 」 GN reader with no mentioned prns and an ambiguous body !! Size kink lowkey (wrio's sooo big <3) with Wrio being so in love with you and praising u and cumming inside ♡

Wriothesley loves seeing you open and splayed out underneath him, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, jerking with each push of his cock into you. He loves seeing the euphoria on your face, the shake in your hands as you hug your thighs close to your chest. He loves hearing you call his name when your voice is so rough, abused from his cock down your throat just minutes before.

You look like a wet dream— his wet dream. Oh, but you're so much better, because you're real and you're actually here, taking the stretch of his cock so well with each breath it punches out of you. Even if you swear you feel him in your throat, you swear that he's too big for you each and every time, you always take all of him inside you so well. So greedy for each inch of his cock to fill you up, even if it feels like you lose your mind in the process.

"You're doing so well for me, honey," Wriothesley says low in your ear, punctuating it with a languid lick to your neck.

"Wriothesley—" You gasp in response, a shiver raking your form just form his voice. Nails rake up and down his back, no doubt leaving angry red scratches that he will wear with pride come the next morning.

"Taking all of me so well, making me feel so damn good," he moans, voice trembling. His hips move with purpose, with the urge to fuck you so thoroughly that you forget everything else that exists outside of your bed. With each rough thrust into your willing body, you raggedly gasp and sob, clutching at your sheets— your pillows— at Wriothesley. You're going to be tender, and walking will be a difficulty, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"More," you whine, "Wrio— More, please please please—"

And he shakes, trembles, his own whine low in his throat and all his willpower suddenly diverted into not cumming inside of you right then and there, because it is a sin how you beg with his name on your lips.

"More?" he chuckles. His hands grip your hips tighter, cock twitching inside of you. "Whatever you want, my love."

Then each push and pull of his cock from within you turns punishing, the wet slap of his hips against yours becoming a deafening echo. With every thrust, he pulls you to meet him by your hips, using his strength to fuck you back on him and making it feel like he's deep enough to mold you to his shape.

You're sobbing now, fat tears of pleasure rolling down your face. Wriothesley licks up each and every one, leaning down to plant a deep, devouring kiss on your lips after. The hold you have on his keeps him close, close enough to see the lovesick, half-lidded gaze he keeps on you.

His hand comes to stroke your cheek, a tender touch so at odds with the rough pace of his thrusts. "Are you going to cum, love?"

You can only nod, voice lost in your pleasure. WIth each tremble and shake, he can see you come apart at the seams.

Wriothesley gives one last thrust, filling you up to the brim and you shatter— you bury your face in his neck and fall apart, gasping and trembling and squeezing his cock so well that you drag him with you. WIth a deep groan, Wriothesley holds you close and empties himself out inside you, pushing his cum, so deep that he swears it reaches your tummy.

He presses soothing kisses all over your face, cooing and whispering words of love and he holds your trembling form.

"Thank you sweetheart," he mumbles, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "I love you."

You hum, voice shot and thoroughly overworked. Still, there is a smile on your face. "I love you too, Wrio."

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okay but imagine cum play with kazuha

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Fair warning I'm not experienced w writing cum play so !! Soz if this is shit lmao. Also gn / body-neutral reader.

Honestly, I can see Kazuha being the kind who loves to see the aftermath of when he cums in your mouth, and who won't pass up the opportunity to make an even bigger mess of you.

He's the kind who likes to see it pool on your tongue when he tells you to hold it, who likes to see it dripping from the corner of your lips. He'd call you so good for him, so obedient. And he'd take his fingers in your mouth and dip that in his cum, then smear it on the rest of your body. On the curve of your neck, on the dip of your collar bones, on the planes of your stomach— wherever he wants to brand you as his.

And oh, after he finishes inside of you, filling you up and making you drool from the warmth of him inside— after that, when he pulls out of you and makes you whine under your breath, he'll shush you, but his eyes are glued to where your hole drips his cum. Unable to resist such a tempting siren song, he'd push it back in with a finger, deep enough where he knows it won't drip out soon.

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「 CWS : 」 Afab reader (has a vagina) !! No pronouns used !! Reader's thighs are implied to have some meat on them (enough for Wrio to grip) but the rest of the body is largely ambiguous. Wrio's your husband and so so desperate to eat your cunt until you cry ♡ Missed dinner bc I was writing this in a haze lmao

Thinking thoughts about how desperate Wrio would be to eat your pussy every night once he gets his hands on you. How the thought of wrapping his lips around your clit and pulling the most sinful moans and sobs of his name pushes him to get through his day.

Wriothesley would pull you against him the moment you return back to your shared bedchambers, his lips on yours and his tongue in your throat, making you shiver. And oh, when he pulls away, breath heavy and tells you to sit on his face— says he wants to make you cum on his tongue and fingers, that please, sweetheart, I’ve been aching for it the whole day, and I missed you, baby, let me show you? and you're so far gone for this man.

So you climb on his face after he’s laid down on your bed, shirt off and an aroused flush traveling to the tops of his shoulders and the tips of his ears. Wriothesley’s watching your every move as if he wants you to just sit on his face already, but he’s also caught up in how you look so good like this. And when your knees are on either side of his head and your dripping cunt so so so fucking close that he feels a hunger deep in his stomach for you, he can’t delay it anymore— His calloused, battle-worn hands grasp your thighs so hard that the fat bulges between his fingers and he fucking tugs you down so that he finally gets the taste that he’s been waiting for the whole day.

You’d be worried that you might be smothering him, with your pussy pressed against his face and his nose bumping your clit with every enthused lick he gives your glistening cunt, but the thought is fleeting and quickly departs you in the face of your husband eating you out like a man starved. With each moan he pulls from you, each whine of his name and breathy sob, his pace doubles in his goal to have you a breathless mess. There will be sore, tender bruises on your thighs where he still grips you, not wanting to let you pull his meal away from him, but you can’t be bothered to mind. Not when your mind is hazy from the sheer pleasure racing through your veins.

He sucks on your clit hard enough to have you gasp, tears coming to your eyes, and your hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging as a means of grounding yourself, and Wriothesley fucking moans, his hips bucking and oh you can feel one— two, big fingers prodding at the entrance to your cunt, stretching you open on something firmer and longer than his tongue. It doesn’t take very long, just a few thrusts and a curl of his fingers that hit just the right spot for you to buckle under the pressure. White blooms behind your eyes and you cum on his tongue and fingers, shivering and shaking, with a hoarse moan of his name on your lips. 

Beneath you, Wriothesley just grins, hands on your legs never faltering, as he keeps you in place astride him. “One more, sweetheart,” he murmurs, already licking up the evidence of your orgasm, excitement pooling when you give a faint whine of assent above him.

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「 CWS : 」 GN reader w/ no pronouns, Wrio takes his frustrations out via rough sex but dw reader is so very very consensenting, size kink & wrio with a fat cock, implied creampie, dacryphilia.

Wriothesley who pins you down on his desk when he gets frustrated. Who has your legs spread wide, your ass down and your face up just for him. His hand is tangled in your hair, his grip harsh but the sting on your scalp sending tingles all over. His big big cock is bullied so deep inside you, stretching you wide and fucking you open and making you cry because he's just so big, you don't think you can take him.

But he shushes you with a sweet kiss to your cheek despite how his blood runs hot from the tensions and frustrations of the day. He runs a scarred, calloused hand up your tummy, feels the bulge there caused by his cock deep in your guts. Wonders if that bulge will get bigger when he stuffs you full of his cum.

"It's okay baby," he murmurs. You're squeezing him so tight, taking him so well despite the stretch and how you cry underneath him. He'll kiss up every single one of those tears later, just to be able to have another taste of you on his tongue. "Just let me fuck you rough like this, and I'll make you cum as many times as you want, yeah?"

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「 CWS : 」 Reader is afab (has a cunt) but no pronouns used. Good morning sex. Wriothesley eating you out to start your day ♡ Slight somnophilia, but everything is consensual. Oral sex / Cunnilingus (reader receiving) & fingering ♡

I typed this up in one sitting horny as fuck GOODNIGHT

Imagine waking from a haze, dragged out from slumber by the building pressure in your stomach. You're already halfway to cumming when you open your eyes, vision blurred but still able to spot the mess of fluffy black hair between your legs. One of your legs rests on his shoulder, his hand dimpling the skin in his grip while the other is splayed on your stomach as he holds your squirming hips down.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you can feel him murmur against your cunt. The vibrations make you flinch, and he just chuckles, tongue continuing to lap at your entrance. He eats you out like he's starved even though it's so early in the morning. One of your hands goes to his hair, pulling and tugging at the strands, making it even messier, but he doesn't slow down in the slightest.

You whine when his lips close around your clit, your vision starting to go white at the edges. As he sucks and pulls and grazes his teeth against it, your legs begin to shake like a leaf in the wind.

"C-Close," you whimper, and you're not even sure he can hear you over the obscene sounds of him eating up everything you have to offer.

But he does, apparently, as he doubles down on his efforts and absolutely loses himself to the taste of your pussy. You can feel the brush of his hand against your thigh, then two fingers are in you, stretching you out and rubbing against your walls as his tongue licks at your clit and oh he's so fucking good to you and with one last harsh suck your eyes roll into the back of your head and your grip on his hair tightens to the point that you'd be concerned if you weren't experiencing one of the most intense orgasms in your life, and it isn't even nine in the morning.

Wriothesely lets you ride your orgasm out on his face, lets you try to grind your hips up into his mouth as much as you can with his hand still pinning you down. Eagerly, his mouth licks up every drop of cum, savoring it like it's the finest of dandelion wines.

And when you try to pull away, try to tug him up for a kiss by his hair despite how breathless you are, he goes with little argument, crawling up your limp body to place a wet, messy kiss on your lips.

You're still breathing raggedly when he pulls away, and he's never seen a more lovely sight.

He hums, placing a kiss to your forehead. His lips are warm and familiar against your skin. "I hope you liked your wake up call, dearest."

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Wrio's hands are so big and calloused... What he loves holding in his warm palms are boobs probably? 🫠 It can be comfort holding or massaging and sucking them 💦

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「 CWS : 」 reader has tits, so implied afab, but no use of pronouns !!

Babe this is making me think thoughts of Wriothesley and how he'd be so sweet to your tits on days when they're more tender than usual;;;

On those days, where you yelp and cry if he handles them too rough or grabs them a bit too excitedly, he always covers your tits with so much affection. Places you on his lap, your chest facing him, so he can see your expressions and watch your tits move with every breath you take. Keeps his hands on them, cupping them and kneading them gently. Rubs little circles in them, kisses them where his fingers had dug in earlier in apology for hurting his baby. Lets his fingers roll your nipples, careful not to pinch or tug, and always asks you if it hurts.

He can spend hours with his hands kneading your chest— your soft tits in his rough, battle-scarred palms feels so good and he savors the feel of them every time. And your noises? The small moans and the whines of his name, asking him to squeeze a bit more, those drive him insane. Has him hardening in his pants like a fucking animal.

And if you ask him shyly to put his mouth on you, asking him to 'be gentle, please. No teeth,' he complies immediately. His mouth goes to one breast, sucking and licking at your nipple while his hand continues to grope the other breast, massaging and playing with it. He sucks on your tits happily, presses kisses to the tops of your tits, presses kisses to your lips when he gets the chance. You can feel him under you, feel how big he is in his pants, how he instinctively ruts up into you when you moan sometimes, but doesn't make a move to touch himself, in favor of caring for you.

"Just focus on yourself, baby," Wriothesley mumbles. Leaving your breast with a pop! he licks his lips, looking up at you. "My sweetheart. Just focus on how good I make you feel, okay?" Then he swaps to your other breast, and continues to make you gasp his name, relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure.