#man i need tony to worship that cock tho

[rottenrottweiler]

So what if Tony's dick is slightly below average like 4 1/2 inches but Peter has a slightly above average dick like 6 1/2 inches what then.. WHAT THEN HUH?!?!??!

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⠀pillaging of treasure.

premise: wenwu has come across many treasures in his time. but having you at his submission whenever he needs, or wants it, is his favorite treasure of all.

pairing: xu wenwu x (f)reader

warnings: power imbalance/power play, agegap since wenwu is literally ancient, i didn’t specify the readers exact role so imagine her to have whatever job lmao, oral (m!receiving), leaving the reader high and dry, dom/sub behavior (m!not being a very nice dom tho), mentions of cock worship but not really written out, just pure smut. remember: you’re in control of your reading consumption, if you don’t like any of the things above or are not 18+ dni.

word count: 1.5k

etc: we are not shocked i fell for another villain, it was bound to happen. especially with tony leung, the dilf king playing said villain! i didn’t make wenwu a very giving lover in this, because he ain’t ‘redeemed’ lmao, so if you want soft wenwu smut this ain’t it bestie. the reader also is written a bit dark so keep that in mind. gif credit @/magnusedom!

You could always tell when he had returned home. It wasn’t the gracing of his presence or the familiar buzz of a helicopter in the distant winds. The shift of the soldiers left behind, matched with the housekeepers’ shift in attitude when his intimidating shadow seemed to silently loom over the property; he who held rule over them had made his return.

And when he steps into his room, your back to him as you finish the nights work, the click of his dress shoes against the floor reigning loudly in your ears as you anticipate him. The anticipation of his nearness to you setting you on edge, your mind impulsively counting his steps. As you try to breathe. Try to keep some composure of yourself, not let it show across your face, and flush of your skin, that you’ve been waiting for him.

The small jump you give when you feel his hand press at the top of your back makes your heart rate pick up. The pressure of his hand light, making your body seize and croon into the simple touch. Your body always seemingly ready for him. Anticipating the next touch, graze, look. Him having to do little to light a fire in you. A simple look in your direction making heat burn through you like a gas fire, your insides aching for whatever came next; to please him.

When you turn, his palm stays positioned on your back, the corner of his mouth is turned up in the slightest indication of a smile. You don’t ask him how it went, wherever he traveled off to. It wasn’t your business to know such details of him and his army. It went without saying that you already knew how it went. There didn’t need to be traces of blood or malice plaguing his outer body to know that whatever had happened he had won and would always win. Battle or words used as weapons; he always had the upper hand in it all.

Wenwu had more blood on his hands than any other man you knew. And yet when he put those same death bringing hands on your body, as if the sin of every victim fallen by his grace, making the darkest thoughts of being ravaged, submitting to his will, plague every crevice of your mind until your legs crossed in a silent need for release.

The two of you had spent many nights like this. Him always coming to find you late at night, sometimes even asking for you. And so when his palm skates across your back, over your shoulder, down your collar bone, and to your neck. His eyes never leaving yours, the heavy rise and fall of your chest, your breaths coming out in heavy puffs from your open lips the only sound in the room. There’s no need for him to ask you for a what he wants. What the both of you want. What you always give him, and will always give him.

It’s a silent pillage set in stone. Something that the less it’s spoken of the more you want it. The more your knees go weak from how much it pleases him to know that your open mouth will always be ready to take him without mention. As if the power of his being alone hadn’t brought you to this submission, his desire for your submission. Like it would many others. But instead the sheer weight of his cock and blessing of his cum on your tongue being the temperament to always keen and submit you to his will.

Your breath catches when you feel his hand travel up the cool column of your neck, his thumb resting on your chin to put pressure on the bone there, to tell you to open your mouth wider in an unspoken command. His thumb slipping inside when you’ve listened, the warm of your tongue meeting the salty pad of his finger coating it in your salivation.

Your mind helplessly wandering to thoughts of death. Did the pad of his finger touch the lifeless body of someone else tonight? Did it slip in blood and he wipe it off with a smile? A grimace? A sickly thought of putting the same finger in your mouth later in the night so you could taste his victory. Let you inside a part of his gruesome world. The only kind of world a man like him survives this long by doing said horrible things.

The thought makes you moan softly around his finger as your lips are wrapped around it. Wenwu’s gaze shifting from your mouth, as you suck and lick, to your eyes as they look up at him heavy with lust.

You can see the same look being returned to you within his. He’s never spoke it out loud, just how much he loves this. Loves that out there his men praise and worship him for the warrior he is. But in here you worship his cock for the man he is. It’s not something you both know he needs to admit, to say out loud. His actions speaking louder than any declaration he could ever sum up.

Just like he doesn’t need to tell you to go to your knees. You’re already doing that the minute his thumb leaves your mouth. The cold of the wooden floor on your knees shooting a familiar thrill of adrenaline through you. Your eyes straining a little as you look up at him, watch him unzip his black pants, pulling out his thickened cock, his fingers moving against the sensitive skin before your mouth replaces them.

The deep sighs that Wenwu let’s vibrate against his chest, the way he lets his eyes fall shut every now and then, his head tipped at an angle, his fingers lacing between locks of your hair—never moving you, always letting you be in control. It all rung hot all over your body. The continuous flames burning deep to your soul to the point where there was only this. Him. Your ruler. Your warrior. And the sweet taste of his cock on your tongue and the proud enjoyment from the looks of pleasure he gave each time he looked down at you to watch you work him into your mouth; drool running down your chin as you take him deeper. Spit at the corners of your mouth.

“I have owned many treasures,” His words are said on the endings of a deep groan. “But you, my sweet girl, are my favorite.”

The praise makes your thighs press harder together, the pressure on your throbbing cunt giving you fervor. A moan vibrating from your throat and onto his leaking cock. His words lying deep within you in a spot that you will remember long after tonight. Long after the next time you’re on your knees for him. The sadistic satisfaction from hearing him claim you as a treasure bringing a lust fueled joy to your marrow.

Wenwu’s fingers tighten in your hair, his hand now gripping the back of your skull, as words continue to fall from his lips.

The detail of the events that played out in his absence here. The bodies he left slain and laid out covered in burns and blood. A reminder to those stupid enough to knock on the door of the man who holds more power than they could ever wield. A warning to all spelt out in blood and ash.

“They go to their knees to save their own lives. To them I am just a bad man with power.” You look up through your watery lashes, his deep stare, his brows pushed together in a scowl that you’ve seen plenty of times—with and without his cock in your mouth. “They look at me like this, and you look at me like the god you’d do anything to have love you. Fuck you. Conqueror you until all you can taste is my cum.” His voice is deep and raw. “Hmm?”

You know he’s not looking for you to speak, he doesn’t need you to agree. You don’t need yourself to agree. To reassure him that it’s all true. Most look to him as the monster with fire around his wrists, who wields fearsome power with the flick of his hands. And you knew he wasn’t a good man. The thought of him being one had never ambushed your mind with reason or rhyme. Neither had him being a bad one.

Wenwu was many things to you. A fire deep between your legs and a drug resting on your tongue, the antidote burning down your throat; was the only thing that mattered though.

You were his favorite treasure, conquest. And he, your favorite warrior.

And when he comes, it’s not your name that falls from tight lips, his eyes dark and weighed down by dark pleasure. The corner of his mouth twitching as he watches his cock slip from your mouth. The fingers in your hair running along your scalp, to your cheek. The digits warm against your scalding skin. His pointer coming to the bottom of your chin to lift your head more, you instinctively open your mouth as you swallow his cum; the sweet reminder that you were his. And you loved it.

“My treasure.” He smiles, rights himself, and leaves the room without another word.