Tags & warnings: choking, collaring, pet play, sex in the work place, male reader, bottom!Wriothesley, BJs, no use of Y/N; cross posted on Ao3. This was a gift for a friend, idk anything about Genshin impact guys, sorry if it's OOC
well. It is true that you haven’t felt the rays of the sun kiss your skin in many months, or the gentle sea breeze against your cheeks, or had a walk in the park, or… Well it wasn’t exactly ideal, of course.
It was still a prison, but you knew that you were helping people and protecting other innocent lives by guarding the criminals sent here; and that in itself was a reward.
But you’d lie if you said it was something you enjoyed doing only out of the goodness of your pure heart; together with the job came a little bonus- eye candy- one could say, the Duke himself. The man was the whole package: not only was he worryingly handsome, but he also had the heart of a gentleman.
It all began when you were sent to deliver some documents to the administrative area: you had a box filled to the brim with papers, and, despite the very appreciated lift, your arms were starting to feel numb; you were sure your fingers were turning blue from the strain and your biceps were on the verge of spasming. Despite everything you tried to push through, wanting to do a good job.
Unfortunately, your efforts were in vain and you had to surrender to gravity and the heavy box in your arms, putting it down on the ground to rub your sore muscles for a moment, before facing your current biggest enemy. Just as you were about to pick that forsaken box up again, you felt a warm voice calling out for you, asking if you needed a hand. Not bothering to turn around, you scoffed slightly, shrugging your shoulders and simply declared that you wanted to do a good job for the Duke, and that you wouldn’t let a stack of papers stop you. A hearty laugh was what made you turn around, finding yourself facing none other than the Duke, Wriothesley himself.
“There’s no need to be so stubborn with these little things, it’s ok to accept help from time to time!” He simply said, picking up the box with ease, carrying it with just one hand.
As you walked behind him, your eyes were fixated on his flexed biceps, and your mind couldn’t help but wonder if the Duke could carry you with the same ease he had with the box.
Memories of Wriothesley fighting came back to mind, as if to back your hopeful claims: the way he handled the biggest and rowdiest prisoners here- with the ease and expertise of someone who knows what he wants, both in life and most probably somewhere else…
Your mind kept wandering, and you found yourself imagining how those strong arms would feel snugly fit around your neck and squishing your face, the smooth skin caressing your face…
“Please have a seat”
You almost wanted to blush at the lewdness of those words- in the context of your fantasy- but snapping quickly to reality, you realised you followed Wriothesley to his office.
“Please, sit. You look really pale, I wouldn’t want you to strain yourself over such nothingness.”
You sat in silence, mind reeling with thoughts that bordered from impure to sinful.
Wriothesley walked around his desk, grabbing something you couldn’t clearly see from a small cabinet; you fixated on his hands as he twisted the cap, spinning the bottle and pouring it in a tall glass, handing it to you.
“It’s a tonic. You looked like you could use it, wouldn’t want you to faint on your way back” He said with a smile.
You thanked the Duke, accepting the glass with hands still a little shaky from the strain put on your arms by the heavy box, and drank it in small sips; maybe in fear of choking and looking even dumber, maybe to subconsciously prolong this moment. It was a soft sparkling drink that tasted of lemon and mint, and it made you feel fresh and replenished your energies almost immediately.
You simply sat there, in silence, looking as the Duke filed some paperwork, glancing at you from time to time, always offering you a cheeky smile every time your eyes met. Despite feeling in heaven, you decided that you couldn’t stay here forever and you had work to do.
So you got up, almost tripping in the chair in the motion, thanking Wriothesley with a small bow, and requesting permission to leave.
“Of course, but be sure to take it easy for today. I have something a bit more strenuous in mind for you, but it’ll have to wait” The Duke simply replied, a smirk on his lips.
To avoid showing him your reddening cheeks, you quickly turned around and walked out of the office to avoid embarrassing yourself even more, missing the feeling creeping up your back that someone was watching you intently; and if only you’d listened to your feeling, you would have noticed the Duke staring intensely at your walking figure, eyes wandering from your back to your ass.
The day proceeded smoothly, resting in your room with a thumping head that kept showing you fantasy after fantasy of your boss. Surely such thoughts would have warranted your immediate firing, so you tried to bury them as deep as possible, but that only ended up pushing more blood to your nether regions, the feeling of prohibiteness making it all the more exciting. After that fatidic encounter, you have been tasked with more and more things to do that required you to be in Wriothesley’s presence, to go look for him or talk to him.
Despite being elated at such a string of requests (most of which ended with you drinking tea with him in his office, chatting away the rest of the day– all with a weird tension in the air, which you couldn’t exactly place), you started to suspect something was up: after all it was the Duke who delegated all jobs inside Meropede, so it was him who gave all the jobs which required to interact with him.
After a few more days of going on like this, you finally mustered up the courage to ask him what this all was about.
“You see, my dear” another perk of spending so much time with him was how quickly your name had been forgone for a pet name instead, a thing that always sent a shiver down your spine “I have developed quite an interest in you. I have purposefully given you tasks like those because I wanted to spend more time getting to know you. Plus you looked awfully tired and like you needed a break from all that tiring manual work.” He concluded with a knowing look and a yawn half hidden behind his tea cup.
“I wanted to know if you’d be more interested in a different kind of physical labour” then the Duke asked, one hand disappearing in a drawer of his desk to reemerge with a thick leather collar with studs and spikes.
At your confused but eager expression the Duke expanded “It’s for me” and he handed it to your shaking hand.
Accepting the proposal with a silent nod, you walked around the desk and delicately put the collar around Wriothesley’s neck, moving his hair aside to fasten it.
“Tighter” he whispered out, almost subconsciously. You pulled the collar tighter, just a bit. “Come on, I’m sure you can do better than that”.
You obliged, pulling again on the collar to earn a satisfied groan and a whispered “That’s perfect” from the man.
As you were about to move back to your seat, Wriothesley called out your name in a sultry tone, inviting you to adjust the front of collar, claiming it was sitting wrong on the front; so you sneaked your hands around his neck, trying to find what was wrong, only to feel a pair of warm lips, kissing from your wrist to your fingertips, before engulfing your index finger, wet tongue swirling around the tip, before releasing it with a small pop.
“What good owner doesn’t give his puppy a kiss?” Wriothesley asked smugly, his voice sounding more like an order.
You walked in front of him, shyly leaning down, pressing your lips together. Wriothesley indulged your silent request for sweetness, before biting your bottom lip gently to open your mouth, sliding his tongue inside your mouth, sliding it against yours, keeping you in place with a hand behind your head, you felt emboldened enough to reciprocate the energy, moving your tongue inside the Duke’s mouth, tasting the tea he had just finished drinking; the sweet and delicate taste adding to the dizziness you felt due to the lack of air.
When you started to feel like you were about to pass out, Wriothesley let you go, a string of saliva connecting your mouths red and swollen from the make out.
“Now sit down”
You mindlessly followed the order, swapping places, head still spinning, only to see Wriothesley kneeling in front of you, slowly unbuckling your pants and undoing the buttons, all the while holding a painfully intense eye contact.
“You should praise me a little, you know?” At the remark you stuttered, not knowing what to say.
Then your eyes took note of the collar that’s been sitting around Wriothesley’s neck, and the words came out naturally.
“You’re such a good boy”.
The praise earned you a reward- which you found ironic-: Wriothesley started to move his hands from your calves to your thighs, massaging you through your work uniform, making you gasp, pulse picking up. You found your hands moved on their own, ghosting over Wriothesley’s, wanting to prove this was happening, but too afraid to break the spell of a silent agreement where the lines between dominance and submissiveness were both blurred and never clearer.
“P- Please” was all you choked out, unsure if you wanted more or simply to prove he was real.
The Duke simply chuckled, slipping your pants and underwear down, making them pool at your ankles. Looking up at you for a moment, seriousness and concern over his features, Wriothesley was waiting for a sign to keep going. You nodded, already breathing heavily
“Yes, yes please”.
Satisfied with your vocalisation, Wriothesley started kissing from your knees to your thighs, a hand stroking you gently, coaxing you to full hardness. Encouraged by your pleas, he brought his lips- the delicious lips that were on yours just moments ago- to your tip, giving it a kiss, before swirling his tongue around it. Mesmerized by the sight, you fell completely silent, having the strongest man of Meropede kneeling before you feeling like a fever dream.
“Come on, don’t be so silent my dear”
“Lick me- it- lick it, please…”
Quick to obey, Wriothesley gave a generous lick from base to tip, tongue flat against the bottom shaft, in what almost seemed a dog-like fashion, his breath hot against wet skin. Deciding to cut to the chase, he took your tip in his mouth, suckling on it, before slowly taking you inch by inch, reaching the base with so little effort you couldn’t help but wonder how much experience he had- if he had any, or if he was simply naturally gifted at this.
“You’re such a good puppy Wrio…” your voice came out as a sultry whisper that seemed to please him, the cute shortening of his name adding to the dog-like treatment.
Spurred by the praise, he started to move his head up and down, at first slowly, to help you keep grounded and getting used to the feeling.
The rhythm became too slow too quickly, and you had to do something about it: at first you simply put your hand on the back of his head, trying to gently make him go faster by pushing him down or pulling him up, and for a few moments that worked, but Wriothesley had simply too much strength to actually be moved by something so feeble, and you realised he was simply indulging you, but not to the fullest, just to see how far he could push you.
You tried to keep patient, but it was getting harder by the second, a coil forming in your stomach, you wanted to cum.
“I’m- sorry, I’m sorry” you gasped, as you started to push your hips up, meeting Wriothesley’s face midway, the sound of skin slapping filling the office, creating an embarrassing echo. “-’so good, such a good puppy for me, yes? Thank you Wrio…” You panted between thrusts, feeling closer and closer, you got up from the chair, effectively holding Wriothesley’s head with both hands, moving them in sync with your hips, shoving yourself down his throat, and for a moment, you were sure you saw a small bulge forming.
Just as you were dribbling precum in his mouth, the Duke got out of your grasp, pulling you out of his mouth.
“I really wonder who’s actually the dog in heat here, dear” he teased, as he started to undo his tie.
“But since you’ve been good, I’ll let you take a reward"
Walking around you, he took your hands with a gentleness that almost made you miss it, moving them behind your back.
You were about to ask what was happening, when you felt a soft yet resistant material around your wrists, and giving a gentle tug, you realised your arms were bound. With Wriothesley’s back in your field of vision, you opened your mouth to protest, but were shushed by a single look.
The Duke started to undress slowly, teasingly; wanting to give a show and show off the physique you so adored and fantasied about: the wide chest, sculpted abs, strong arms… You were staring unashamedly, and that seemed to please your partner, who flexed a little more than necessary to undress. What you didn’t expect to like that much were his thighs, always hidden behind a desk or his pants that very much didn’t do him justice: you wanted to bite them.
“Now now, I see how eager you are… and here’s your reward: you can cum, if you do it yourself”
With that, Wriothesley bent over the desk, presenting you his broad back and ass. You sputtered in pleased shock, before realising that you’d like a hand to properly penetrate him. Taking notice of your awkward predicament, in which he put you, Wriothesley grabbed your dick, stroking it as he gently guided you towards him, and the ease with which you managed to enter him was almost embarrassing: your precum and his saliva were abundant enough to make the friction forgettable. You started to reluctantly move your hips, the drag of his ass pleasant enough that, mixed with your fantasies, almost made you cum on the spot.
“Come on, my dear? What’s this? Where’s all the beautiful energy you used before?”
And with that, he mimicked you, moving his hips back to meet yours, the recoil almost knocking you back; to keep your balance you bent over, leaning over his back. Presented to such a wonderful blank canvas of skin, you couldn’t help yourself.
Opening your mouth and bearing your teeth you bit him on the shoulder, hips stuttering a sloppy rhythm against his ass, almost grinding more than thrusting. As you did that, you felt Wriothesley’s back tense, a hiss coming from his lips, followed by a shuddering moan.
“You’re doing amazing, dear”
Those simple words sent your brain haywire, your hips started moving as if they had a mind of their own, grunts and moans mixing in the office (and you were pretty sure outside the door too). You felt that feeling pooling in your stomach, mixed with the urge to hold. Tugging your wrists more and more in tandem with your thrusts, you managed to free a wrist, then the other. Discarding the tie somewhere on the floor behind you two, you reached a hand to the collar, pulling Wriothesley up by it; the shiny leather pushing against his skin, cutting his breath short so that when he leveled with you, you could hear him panting.
“Good boy, you're such a good puppy boy Wrio…”
For the second time in a row, just as you were about to cum, Wriothesley managed to stop you, pushing you out and making you sit on the desk, he sat on you, penetrating himself in the act.
“You’ll indulge me in this little treat for myself, yes? After all, you said so yourself, I’m such a good boy for you”
And as he finished the sentence, he began lifting his hips and lowering them at a steady pace, building for the third, and hopefully last time that sweet pressure in your lower stomach.
“Wrio- please, not again, more…” You begged in a hushed whisper, one hand clutching his thigh, the other reaching up to the collar, tugging on it weakly, trying to convince Wriothesley to pick up the pace of his bouncing.
The Duke, ever the teasing brat, took advantage of your apparent weakness, ignoring the pleas coming from your mouth, keeping his leisurely pace, inching you towards the edge, but never enough to finish.
In a spur of the moment, finding the last ounce of strength you had in you, planting your elbows on the desk to use as leverage, you used Wriothesley’s slow pace against him, thrusting up into him, bottoming out without warning, the drag of his skin against your shaft and the pressure inside him making you both moan, the sounds coming out choppy and breathy, the risk of getting caught never leaving your minds.
“What a… feisty owner…”
You ignored the remark, using all your focus and energies to chase your high, the pace you set almost animalistic in its desire, Wriothesley helping you by staying mostly standing, knowing you couldn’t handle his weight, your thrusts hitting the perfect spot, making him hunch down to hold himself up by leaning on the desk. It didn’t take long before you finally reached your climax, spilling yourself inside him; the wet sound as you pulled out confirmation this wasn’t a dream. Panting, you looked up at Wriothesley with dreamy eyes and half parted lips
“Thank you…”
“No, I thank you, my dear. You did amazing” Wriothesley answered as he started to quickly dress himself again, planting a kiss on top of your head.
Once he was half decent he picked you up effortlessly, making way to a room adjacent to the office.
“I’ll run us a bath, to wash off the sweat and the fatigue, you rest now”
And so you did, sitting on the closed toilet, you watched as he quickly and efficiently filled a bathtub with hot water, readying different soaps and lighting some candles, before undressing you, this time with fondness and care, careful not to overstimulate your still sensitive body.
Getting into the water slowly, you left your mind wander into the emptiness of a placid tiredness, enjoying the close and sweet contact after such a strenuous activity, falling asleep against Wriothesley’s chest. At some point you were sure you were lifted up, dried and laid to rest on a bed, but you abandoned all worry as a familiar warmth settled down beside you, holding you in his arms.
shaved my face for the first time since starting T and I feel my whole face itching from inside, like a million little creatures want to carve their way out of my pores.
BUT it's not growing back, so I'm just suffering. Any avice?
und manchmal im frühling da scheint die sonne und der wind ist warm und das leben fühlt sich so an wie ein übersättigter film und irgendwie, für diesen kleinen augenblick, ist alles wieder gut
ovviamente non mi aspetto che tutti gli italiani si mettano a boicottare in massa sanr*mo perchè è talmente radicato nella cultura media italiana che ormai è sostanzialmente intoccabile e chiunque lo critica come circo triste del trash che non fa più ridere e degli scandali stanchi studiati per ottenere ascolti e delle canzonette mediocri che dopo un anno massimo due non ricorda più nessuno evidentemente è un cagacazzo snob che odia il divertimento. però ecco visto che il vincitore rappresenterà l'italia all'eurovision che ancora una volta ospiterà isra*le e ne riceverà i contributi economici dovremmo almeno cominciare a parlare di quali sistemi una trasmissione come sanremo supporta. mia umilissima opinione.
”with shapes.inc you can talk to your ocs!!” Dumbass. I’m already talking to them. In my head. “B-bbut what about your favourite charac-“ skill issue. In my head as well. get fucked.
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