Why are SOME LADS players flaming on us men who... Want to make male mc's?? Most of the time in the story I'm still going to be called a woman, at least let me look like a man and make out with Xavier in peace😭🙏🏻 sory just a rant 💔💔
Dacryphillia, overstimulation, bondage, denial of orgasm, praise, reader is a male, AMAB, Reader is a metal esper :3
My first ever writing commission for kinktober! Thank you so much >< commissions are still free until Halloween hehehe~
The quiet had become a chasm between them. It wasn’t the comfortable silence of intimacy, but the deafening hush of burdens unspoken. You loved Serizawa with an intensity that vibrated deep in your bones, but lately, Serizawa had retreated into a gentle, agreeable void, absorbing every stray worry of the world, including You, without ever exhaling his own. Keeping it all to himself like a caterpillar in it’s cocoon.
“Serizawa,” You approached him, voice soft, but the underlying tension in your voice was evident. “We need to talk.”
Serizawa who had just gotten off work, halted his steps and perched nervously on the edge of their bed, looked up, his brow furrowed with concern. “Is something wrong, sweetheart? Did I…?”
“No,” You cut him off, reaching out to gently cup his jaw, your thumb caressing gently on his growing stubble. “Nothing you did. It’s about what you haven’t done. You carry so much, love, but you never let it go. You never let me carry any of it. You’re always so quiet about your own needs.” You said with care, your hand gliding down to play with his tie. A shadow of understanding, and perhaps shame, passed over Serizawa’s features. “I… I don’t want to be a bother. I just want you to be happy.” Serizawa responded quietly, looking down. “And I want you to be happy, truly happy. Which means I need you to be honest, you can’t just… agree with me on everything, I need your voice to tell me what you need!” Your gaze deepened. “Tonight, we’re going to fix that. But it won’t be easy.” You stood up, positioning yourself in front of him, your knee guiding itself in between Serizawa’s legs.
A shiver went down the man’s spine, a mix of apprehension and eager anticipation, he gulped nervously and fiddled with his necktie, sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes darted everywhere except your face. “What do you want me to do?”
“Tonight,” You leaned in, your voice a low thrum against Serizawa’s ear, “Every pleasure you seek, every moment of release you crave, will depend on your voice. Silence will bring you nothing but more need. Do you understand?” Your eyes, usually warm, held a flicker of sternness that thrilled Serizawa to his core. He nodded gingerly, a silent promise. You watched as Serizawa stripped, his movements hesitant but determined despite the evident anxiousness. The sight of Serizawa’s powerful form, usually so gentle, now tinged with an underlying vulnerability, stirred a deep ache within You.
You extended your hand, palm up. “Lie on your back for a moment, love.” You say gently.
Serizawa obeyed, his strong frame settling onto the cool sheets. Your eyes, now glowing with a faint, metallic sheen, swept over Serizawa’s body. Gently, you ran your fingers over Serizawa’s hips, tracing the line of his thighs, and around the sensitive base of his sex. Serizawa shivered, already starting to whimper.
But it wasn’t a casual touch. Instead, with a subtle flex of your will, You manipulated tiny, gossamer-thin metal rings – not visible from a distance, but real – forming them from the iron in the bed frame itself. These rings settled precisely around Serizawa’s most sensitive points: one at the base of his shaft, another at the head, and two more, subtly, deep within his hips, touching the most exquisite nerves. These weren’t for bondage in the traditional sense; they were sensory feedback mechanisms.
“These,” You murmured, hovering over Serizawa, “will tell me everything your body is trying to say. And they will tighten, they will vibrate, and they will deny you, if your mouth fails to follow through.” You kissed his cheek, peppering kisses all over his face and neck. Serizawa swallowed hard, feeling the delicate, almost imperceptible pressure of the rings. His breath hitched as You finally leaned down and kissed him, a deep, possessive kiss that promised both ecstasy and exquisite torment.
“Now,” You pulled back, your eyes dark with intent, “take me, Serizawa. Remember, your voice is your true power tonight.” You said as you started to strip off your clothes. Slowly, deliberately— teasing him. You sat on his abdomen, the line of your ass pressing on Serizawas’s untouched and pre-cum slimed cock. “Shivering already? You look like you want to say something.” You chuckled, grabbing his dick and lined it up against your ass hole.
Serizawa gulped, his eyes watching with brattled breath, his pupils shaking and sweat forming on his body. His eyes never left the sight his dick entering your hole. Serizawa groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back. “ughh…”
You both panted, taking some time. Serizawas’s cock wasn’t even halfway there yet. Serizawa, already overwhelmed by the unique sensation of the metal against his skin, shifted. The friction began, a slow, deliberate rhythm that promised a long, intense journey.
Serizawa thrusted upwards in a slow pace as you also bounced on him, your moans filling the entire room. “nghAh-! Ughh..fuck..” As the heat rises you decided to pick up the pace. Serizawa still hadn’t told you want he wanted, that somehow pissed you off.
The first wave of overstimulation hit Serizawa hard. Each thrust, usually a source of pure, unbridled pleasure, was now amplified, twisted by the subtle, insistent vibrations of the metal rings. You, with a mere thought, could increase the pressure, making every nerve ending scream, you bounced harder, the bed creaking with every movement. Serizawa groaned, his head falling back, a silent testament to the exquisite torment. “A-Ahh..wait..-“ he stuttered, his hands grabbing your hips.
“What was that, love?” Your voice was a purr against his ear mixed with moans and whimpers falling from your mouth. “Did you say something?” you chuckled, already feeling yourself getting stimulated and near your orgasm, but you resisted it. You’re more determined to get your boyfriend to speak.
Serizawa tried. “N-no… I just… I can’t…” says between heavy breaths, shaking his head. Veins forming on his neck.
Instantly, the metal rings vibrated with renewed intensity, tightening infinitesimally, sending a jolt of pain-pleasure through him. Serizawa gasped, his hips stalling mid-thrust. “AH-NGH! S-SHIT!” He cries out.
“Wrong answer,” you chastised, your hands gripping Serizawa’s hips, pushing him deeper, harder in you. “No silent suffering. Speak. Tell me what you need.” You purposely closed your gummy walls on his dick, making him tremble intesnely.
Serizawa gritted his teeth, resuming his movements, trying to power through the sensations. He tried to speed up, to overwhelm the feeling, however you met his intensity with an equal, controlled force, manipulating the internal rings to prevent any true progress towards release. The denial of orgasm was absolute, precise, and agonizing.
Minutes stretched into an eternity. Serizawa’s muscles screamed with exertion, his brow slick with sweat. He was breathing in ragged gasps, his usual controlled movements becoming frantic, desperate. He was losing himself in the relentless, amplified sensations, but still, his voice remained trapped. He was capable of great physical power, yet he couldn’t form the simple words his lover demanded.
“Please…” he whimpered, a weak, almost inaudible sound.
A subtle internal pressure from your metal manipulation halted him completely. The movement stopped. Serizawa looked over to you, trembling, defeated. “No,” your voice was gentle but firm. “That’s not a voice, Serizawa. That’s a whisper. I need you to ask. I need you to demand.” You made a move to activate the metals once more but halted.
The sheer humiliation of his physical power meaning nothing, combined with the agonizing buildup, became too much. Serizawa’s eyes welled up. A single tear traced a path down his temple, then another, and another. He started to sob, deep, guttural sounds ripped from his chest. His body shook not just from exertion, but from the complete emotional surrender.
“Please...please—fuck..” he sobbed.
You watched, your gaze softening, a thrill igniting in your core. This was it. This was the honesty you craved. The sight of Serizawa’s raw vulnerability, his tears freely flowing, was intoxicating, fulfilling the excitement with a profound rush. You reached up, gently brushing the tears away with his thumb.
“There it is,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “There’s my brave boy. Look at you, finally letting go. Finally showing me what’s really inside.” you pulled Serizawa up, kissing the tears from his cheeks. “You’re so beautiful when you’re this honest, Serizawa. So good.”
You held Serizawa close, but did not grant release. “Don’t let your tears be your only voice, love. Tell me what you need, Serizawa. Demand it. What do you really want?” The praise was warm, but the underlying tension remained, the metal rings, ready to activate once more. Throbbing against Serizawa’s sensitive skin.
Serizawa’s sobs slowly subsided, replaced by shuddering breaths. He was completely spent, physically and emotionally. The overwhelming pressure, the constant denial, the acute awareness of his boyfriend’s absolute control, had stripped him bare. He felt raw, exposed, but also… strangely liberated by the tears. He had nothing left to hide.
He looked Into your eyes, and for the first time, he saw not a demand, but an invitation.
With a final, desperate gasp, he pulled back slightly, his eyes wide and glistening. His voice, usually so soft and accommodating, ripped from him in a raw, primal scream.
“Please, baby…” he choked out, his voice cracking with emotion. “I beg you, I demand you make me come—fuck I can’t take it anymore.” He cries, kissing your cheek.
The words echoed in the bedroom, loud, clear, and utterly genuine. It was a complete surrender, a powerful top submitting not physically, but with the full force of his desperate, unburdened voice.
A surge of triumph, profound and exhilarating, coursed through you. This was it. This was the voice you had been waiting for.
“Yes,” you murmured, your eyes dark with satisfaction. “My good boy. Finally.” You moan.
With a thought, you released your Esper control. The metal rings instantly dissolved, their pressure replaced by a sudden, blissful emptiness. Simultaneously, you sat yourself up, Serizawas’s tip lining against your ass before slamming yourself back down, meeting Serizawa’s body with a final, consuming push that unleashed all the pent-up tension. The shock of the sudden release, the physical pleasure, and the emotional breakthrough, sent Serizawa into a shattering, all-consuming orgasm. “A-Ahh~nghh…f-fucckk…” His body spasmed violently against yours, a guttural cry tearing from his throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure and relief.
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Later, curled against your chest, spent but utterly at peace, Serizawa felt lighter than he had in months. His body still trembled faintly, but his mind was clear. Reader’s fingers gently stroked his hair. “That was beautiful, Serizawa. I’ve always wanted to hear you tell me what you wanted.” You pressed a kiss on his forehead before running a hand through his hair, wiping the sweat off.
Serizawa burrowed deeper, a soft, contented sigh escaping him. “I… I didn’t know I could… I didn’t know I needed to.”
“You do,” you whispered, “I need to hear you, all of you. Your desires, your fears, your demands. It’s not a burden, love. It’s how we connect. It’s how I know how to truly take care of you.”
Serizawa looked up, a rare, soft smile on his lips. “Okay,” he said, his voice still a little hoarse, but clear. “Okay, sweetheart. I hear you.”
And for the first time in a long time, the silence between them had finally found its voice.
Straight turned gay trope (?) i tried💔 MIGHT be ooc hahahahah
A/N: i made this half asleep so it's a little wonky, also not proof read ☹️ thank you for the request!
Nanami Kento is a well-known man especially within the business industry. His iron fist that led his family's dying company into success and top rank is a popular story. Not only that, despite his aloof nature and mature handling of his employees, his reputation and influence are truly remarkable.
Fame and reputation aside, there are always rumors that circled around the same well respected man through his competitors—that being his secretaries.
Nanami Kento had new secretaries after supposedly breaking up with him after three months. No more, no less. According to hearsays— "That's the average time the productivity drops." He wasn't after any lustful innuendos, just purely transactional and entitled.
However due to this undocumented arrangement, his family—mostly his grandparents who were once pioneers before his parents downgraded everything, and a scorned ex secretary who filed a massive threatening lawsuit. A legal and financial threat to the company which forced Nanami Kento to hire a male secretary.
Enter you, unknowingly titled; The desperate measure to de-escalate Nanami's "brand."
A man who immediately filed for the role—undoubtedly fit the "qualities" (quoted by Nanami's grandmother who was the one who picked) that of an ideal secretary. Clean records, experience in multiple jobs and show clear determination in the interview.
Nanami's displeasure wasn't shown, especially through professionalism, however, those who have keen eyes will surely notice his eye twitching once in awhile whenever he sets his eyes on you on your first day.
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You didn't talk much but you were certainly something else.
Nanami Kento first noticed his desk being organized. He wasn't a messy person per say, but the night before, he had pulled an all nighter and left his table a mess, so imagine his surprise to see his files all put into the folder they belonged in, his picture frame of his nephews first day of school photo perfectly lined up where he can see it, his computer closed and saved and his coffee still hot!
His eyes landed on you typing away on your keyboard, sorting out files in the other window.
Something clicked inside him that made Nanami think, "fine, I'll give him a chance."
Safe to say, Nanami Kento, unbeknownst to himself, had started to let his guard down whenever you were around. You were definitely the most useful secretary he's ever hired. So much that he subconsciously relied on you yet he would find himself hesitating to thank you, rendering Nanami tongue tied.
Which was weird, he was good with words.
That was how he got his former secretaries to agree to his arrangements.
"Sir Nanami, I've got the report from the finance department. You've got a meeting with them in two hours." You entered, snapping the man out of his thoughts. Nanami cleared his throat and fixed his tie, "I'll keep that in mind." He responded, holding a hand out to take the file to which you immediately handed.
"There is also a personal report from an employee in the IT department that needs to be looked into, I'll go do that and report back to you to finalize the decision. I'll get going now." You turned your heels to leave. "Wait. " Nanami's breath hitched.
"yes sir?" You turned around with a confused look. "Do you need tea? A snack?"
"Nevermind. I'll handle it myself." Nanami waved a hand to dismiss you. You nod and left without looking back. Nanami leaned back on his office chair and turned around to face the wall. "What is wrong with me?"
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Maybe he shouldn't have let it go too far. Ever since then, he was starting to notice and look at you in a different way—was it when he caught you laughing with an employee near the coffee maker? That was the first time he'd ever seen an expression on your face. It rubbed him the wrong way, he somehow wanted the same thing. Making you laugh. Or was it when he caught you working late cause Nanami accidentally sent you the wrong file to work on? He felt guilty. It was so unlike him.
He didn't know when it began. He started to associate you with random animals he would see, always seeing you in everything, sometimes his gaze would linger onto you for too long and then you would catch him, look at him confusingly with that stupid pout on your lips that you probably didn't know you have. Nanami would just nod as a greeting, trying to keep himself cool. Yet his brain would start recirculating—making him stiff.
He questioned himself deeply whenever he was alone. Did he like you? He never thought about it that way, he was always attracted to women but... You were different... It felt romantic whenever it came to you.
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You were SO confused. Somehow, your boss would randomly gift you something that he bought. At first, it was just small accessories— how did he know you liked those? And then it started to escalate into snacks with the excuse of "Buying too much the other day." Which was an absolute lie since that man doesn't leave the office until he is done.
You decided to not dwell on it any longer, you were just thankful.
"Good job." A voice echoed within the hallways just right before you were about to leave. You paused, looking back. "Huh?"
"I said you did a good job today." Nanami said with the same stoic look on his chiseled handsome face. "... Thanks.." You nod before clocking out.
You couldn't stop thinking about it for some reason.
It... Kinda made you giddy.
Haha
Does that mean you were fucked?
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Fucked was definitely the right word to describe this situation.
It had been approximately two weeks since that unforgettable praise and Nanami couldn't seem to stop. Especially now that he has you under him, pinned against his body on the wall. "Fuck... You're such a good boy." He groans in your ear as he strokes both of your cocks with one hand while the other supports you up with no problem, his bicep flexing at the weight of your ass on his arm.
"A-Ah- sir- wait.. please oh gosh-" you whimpered, your nails digging on his back, scratching through the fabric of Nanami's white button shirt, the mans' neck tie long abandoned on the floor along with your pants. "Ngghg fuck!" You curse, throwing your head back. Nanami took this chance to fasten the pace of his large hand that engulfed both of your lengths, your moans and groans getting louder within the sound proofed office.
"You're so good... So good to me, shit- it's so good.." Nanami moans, the tremble of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Who's a good boy?" Nanami's pace quickened, sending shocks through your brain. "M-me.. me- Ugh! M' close~" you cried out. " I like you so much.. You're amazing.. " Nanami groaned out, he started to thrust into his own hand." Shit I'm close... You always do an amazing job huh? This is your reward for being so good.." Nanami praised, letting you cum. Wet slimy slick painted Nanami's hand and sweat soaked button down shirt, it didn't take long for Nanami to follow you through the heights.
Your pants echoed through the room. "Haah.. hah..."
"fuck, i love you.." Nanami breathed through your ear, giving your neck peppered kisses while holding you close. "Thank you so much for your hard work..." Nanami pressed his lips deeper, making you whimper. "What're you saying...?" You ask.
"it means you're now permanent as my secretary... And lover." Nanami chuckled. "You're not even gonna ask me if i want to?!" You retort. " Well... Do you want to?" Nanami peeked from the crook of your neck to look at you. "Probably." You answer.
"mh... I'm yours." Nanami went back to peppering you kisses.
"can't you let me put my pants back on first?!"
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Sorry if this didn't eat, I'm actually half asleep right neow💔💔💔
Not a fic, but just wanted to share my babyboy, Liora (^～^;)ゞ he's a jellyfish!!! Also legally blind and Mute LOL but he has great hearing, just can't speak cause he doesn't have vocal chords :(((
Overstimulation, established relationship, long authors note, m! Reader, he has a thing for your eyes, AMAB, fdni
Overstimulated desire
Author's note
In celebration for Kinktober i would like to start it off with a favorite of mine (in fanfics, of course..) with a favorite character! However i would just like to have everyone's attention reading this— I'm so sorry for not being active, I'm an upcoming college student in my last year of Senior high so I've been extremely busy, on top of that, as embarrassing as this might sound, i would like your help in helping me save up for a tablet (around 189.24 USD) that i could use for future projects (´;︵;`)
I'm taking this chance to tell everyone that I'm opening commissions for Kinktober! I'm emotionally distant from my family, i don't like to tell them anything especially my needs and wants because i don't want to be a burden. I love writing so much and i would obviously do it for free! However with school work piling up, I don't have a laptop or any devices other than my phone (which is very old) so a tablet would help me lots.
I'm so sorry for asking too much, thank you for understanding! if people are willing to give me a chance, I'll post full details:) i love you all so much I'm actually gonna cry this is too embarrassing
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Today is a special day.
You spent half of the day preparing food for your husband, making sure everything is nice and neat, clean and shiny from top to bottom. After that, you went to the bathroom to clean yourself, spending an hour to make yourself look presentable.
A familiar caw of the crow woke you up at dawn, informing you about Giyuu finally returning home after his two week mission in the east. Usually, Giyuu's mission would last around five days max however this one needed caution and precision, especially patience. Like water, Giyuu always flowed how his missions needed to be.
You and Giyuu lived together at his home. Despite his rank as a hashira with a huge amount of fortune, Giyuu preferred to live with you comfortably. Your husband has a reputation for being silent and aloof—meaning none of the other hashiras even knew their Water Hashira is a wedded man! But does that matter? Of course not. To you, living with Giyuu is enough.
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You don't fight often. Usually your arguments would just be about something stupid and then you make up instantly. But Giyuu was seriously pissing you off. "Yuu." You called out to him, mid chew on the food you spent many hours perfecting. "Why aren't you eating?"
Giyuu glances up at you through his eyelashes, he just sits there, staring at his lap. "Nothing, just eat, I'm fine." He replies.
That made your blood boil. Is he serious?! You spent lots of time just to spoil him yet... Yet he didn't even hug you or kiss you once! Just patted your head and went inside, not even eating your cooking.
"Nothing?" You raise an eyebrow, setting your plate down. "Yuu, you haven't looked at me once. Are your hands and feet more entertaining than me? Am i.. not good looking enough?" Your voice cracked, feeling hurt and a lump on your throat started to form.
"i... No, that's not-" Giyuu finally looks up, concerned for his husband. That's not what he wanted to say! "Then what is?!" You burst out.
"i-... Don't want to look at you.." Giyuu whispers. "What does that even mean! Am i ugly?" You rebuttal.
"No.. never.." Giyuu looks at you, his blue eyes genuine behind the hidden secrets within.
You could never read what he was thinking. It was always him predicting you, fuck, he probably even knew how many breaths you take every sleep. He was just staring at you, eyeing you down like a predator. Is it something about what you were wearing?
"Yuu, just tell me.." you begged. "I just.. missed you a lot." Giyuu admits, taking off his haori, exposing his Demon Slayer uniform. " Then why won't you look me in the eyes? " You ask, frustrated.
"if i did, i don't think i can handle it." He responds, cryptical.
"Handle what?"
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"A-Ahhh-!" You moan as he thrusts deeper into you. You're both naked on your shared futon in your bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist and nails digging deep onto his back like an animal. He was pounding into you at a pace that he never once dared to exceed. Fast and hard while he played with your poor aching and dripping cock.
You came two times in just an hour, it was embarrassing. He was pounding into you like you were a virgin loser. He never stopped. "Giyuu- giyuu!" You called out to him. He was groaning and moaning into your ear as he licked your earlobes, pulling you close to him. "Enough-ngh.."
"No... Fuck.. i missed you so much.. I'm sorry i couldn't embrace you earlier.. " Giyuu continued his pace, his hands now digging marks onto your hips. "Seeing you after weeks, it made me lose my cool so i had to-ugh.. i had to keep myself together but- I can't anymore." Giyuu finally admits, giving your cheeks gentle butterfly kisses. "Did you miss me?" He asked, you could only nod with pleasured tears swelling your eyes. He moans, feeling you clench on his cock, he took that as a 'yes. '
"I'm gonna continue until i come." Giyuu says, pushing his pace even faster that the slapping of your skin became louder, "NgHAHH!*" your eyes rolled back with your other hand travelling to the pillow underneath you, gripping it. "F-fuck!" Giyuu watched your face, he got even more riled up and moved faster—he's a hashira, of course he has inhumane speed. "Wa-wait-ngh, yuu-~" your words became slurred sentences that couldn't be comprehended. You were getting fucked your brains out, you weren't even complaining, this definitely made up the two weeks you were alone.
Overstimulation everywhere, a slight touch from Giyuu, your whole body would shake. His large hand pressed against your eyes as he kissed you, a mix of rough and gentle, desire and love. You couldn't even move after you were finished. Your husband didn't say anything but picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, he wasn't a man of verbal communication, but his actions were louder. He loves you lots.
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I LOAF YIU GIYUU X😘😘🥺🥺🥺🥺😘 anyways my authors note is gonna be so embarrassing if none actually take it so I'll delete it soon ( ≧Д≦) but i do hope someone will!!!
Dear guardian angel, I beg of you, please please please pretty please continue what you started with wriothesley 😭
it is freaky and very well written and left me almost yelling curses through the train when you made them stop 😭
SEALED WITH PASSION
Pair : Wriothesley x Male reader
Smut, confession, bttm m! Reader, dubcon (?)
A/N: sorry if this is a little sloppy, in my years of writing this is actually my second time writing proper smut 😢 — also not proof read, so expect not good writing oops!
Sealed with tease
Sealed with lips?!
"M/n, i have an appointment with another case, please deliver this to Wriothesley before going home. No need to clock out, thank you." Neuvillette, with a gentle smile, handing m/n the familiar parchment. M/n returned with a small curve of his lips but it immediately cracked once Neuvillette turned to leave, the door clicking behind him.
M/n stood there for two minutes, dreading to walk out of the building like a statue.
"Fuck, i need to stop acting like this. I'll just deliver the letter and bolt out before he could even catch me." M/n reassured himself—which didn't work because it didn't even take him a step before Wriothesley immediately caught him at the entrance.
"Caught you." Wriothesley purred.
M/n gulped. Ever since that day when Wriothesley pinned him down on his table, lips and tongues touching each other, he just couldn't stop thinking about it. Even as far as waking up around midnight after feeling a grind against his hips— just pure delusion. m/n tried to ignore it, only giving the letters to Wriothesley's assistant who seemed dumbfounded whenever M/n would immediately bolt away.
"You've been a hard catch lately." Wriothesley snaked his arm around m/n's shoulder, "I have lots of work to do."
"Are they important?" Wriothesley's arm slowly pulled him into a gentle headlock. "Duh." M/n trembled a bit. "More important than me?" The duke pouts, uncharacteristically.
"Again with this? Can't you just let me go home, my lord?" M/n groans, trying to push him away. "Nah." , wriothesley didn't let him go, dragging m/n away, ignoring his protests. "Hey! Let me go—" m/n yelps, his feet not keeping up with the Duke's long legs.
"You've been avoiding me haven't you?" Wriothesley asked, turning them to a corner into a hallway that seemed to go on for ages. " Of course not! " Lie. M/n was absolutely avoiding him.
" You're such a bad liar. " Wriothesley scoffs. " I am NOT a liar! " M/n argues. "Oh really? So you won't lie that you've been thinking about me?", wriothesley grinned, looking at the male."W-what?! I have not been thinking about the kiss! "
" I didn't say anything about the kiss, I meant me in general but i think that also counts. "
FUCK! that completely slipped out! "You're imagining things!" M/n tried to cover up, his face turning red."So you have been thinking about that?" Wriothesley teased.
"No! " — " Yes! "—No!" —"No?" — "Yes?!"
"Knew it."
What?
Wriothesley pulled him into his office, locking the door behind him. "You tricked me!" M/n's face burned red, "No i didn't, you admitted it yourself." Wriothesley chuckles, pinning him against the door, admiring M/n's expression like a wolf watching a rabbit scurry in fear with amusement. "I did not admit anything!" M/n frustratingly stomped his feet, glaring up at Wriothesley, his nose flaring in anger. "What's up with you?! Why do you always follow me around and tease me?! What do you want from me?! Don't you have better things to do than make fun of me—MHf?!"
Wriothesley's lips crashed onto M/n's cutting him off from his rage, his lips were soft like winter snow, gentle, unlike the first one they shared that very same room. Wriothesley pulled away, staring at M/n. "Does that answer your question?" He grinned.
"No- what does that even mean?!" M/n stutters, looking away. "What did you think it meant? M/n, I don't usually have this much passion for a person before." Wriothesley admitted. "Do you want a cookie?" M/n snaps, making Wriothesley scoff and shake his head. "Damn it." He grumbled, he grabbed M/n's face, squishing his cheek between his hand. "You're such a brat."
"You're the one who started it, i just tried to keep it professional until now!"
"Then until now, no more professionalism." Wriothesley bent over and hoisted M/n on his shoulder, picking him up like a sack of potatoes— "What the-?! Hey!"
"To be honest, as much as i love seeing you fumble and get all flustered whenever i flirt with you, i get really tired and wish you would just get it. " He confesses, walking into a private room connected to his office. He then gently dropped M/n onto the bed.
He didn't give M/n time to sit up before he trapped him underneath. "I've been contemplating whether i should just say it romantically or.. just fuck the confession into you." He sighs like those were natural options.
"M/n i like yo— no, I love you very much." He stares. "From the moment i laid my eyes on you— corny, i know— to the way you looked when we made out on the table. I don't mean this in a lustful way, there aren't any words to describe how i truly feel... Perhaps because i never really allowed myself to, but seeing how you get all worked up and how you tried to hide it, it's.. so cute. Fuck- how do i say this, damn it m/n, i want to be yours, I can't take it anymore. "
Wriothesley’s words hung heavy in the air, his chest rising and falling with restrained emotion. M/n opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out—his body frozen beneath the weight of that stare, those words that seemed to echo into his very bones.
“W-Wriothesley, I…”
The Duke leaned down, his forehead resting against M/n’s, his voice lower now, gentler. “You don’t need to answer right away. Just… let me show you what I mean.”
His lips pressed down once more, but this time it wasn’t a rushed interruption—it was slow, coaxing, full of tenderness. Wriothesley’s hand slid into M/n’s hair, fingers threading through as if afraid to let go. His other hand traced down M/n’s side, grounding him, pulling him closer until their chests touched.
M/n’s trembling hands found their way to Wriothesley’s shirt, fisting the fabric as if holding on for dear life. The kiss deepened, their breaths mixing, a rhythm building between them that made M/n’s heart ache in ways he didn’t want to admit.
When Wriothesley finally pulled back, his lips brushed against M/n’s ear as he whispered, “You have no idea how many nights I’ve wanted this. Not just your body… but you.”
M/n’s face burned hotter than fire itself, but before he could stutter a reply, the Duke’s mouth descended to his jaw, then to his neck. Each kiss was slow at first—feather-light, reverent—until M/n gasped, and that sound snapped something inside Wriothesley.
His kisses grew hungrier, sucking gently at the sensitive spot on M/n’s throat, one hand sliding beneath M/n’s shirt to feel the heat of his skin. M/n arched instinctively, a soft moan slipping out, and Wriothesley chuckled against his neck.
“There it is…” he murmured, nipping lightly. “You sound even better than I imagined.”
“Shut up—!” M/n tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but Wriothesley caught his wrist, pinning it above his head against the sheets. His gaze darkened, though his smile stayed playful.
“Mm, no. Don’t hide from me. I want every sound, every shiver… all of it.”
Their lips crashed together again, this time rougher, their teeth clashing before melting into heated passion. Wriothesley’s weight pressed M/n down, every movement deliberate yet restrained, as if reminding himself not to go too far too fast. He ground his hips slowly against M/n’s, pulling a strangled whimper from him.
“See? You’re not avoiding me now,” Wriothesley teased between kisses.
“Y-you tricked me into this—!”
“And you’re enjoying every second,” he smirked, his free hand sliding down, caressing M/n’s thigh before squeezing firmly. The Duke’s touch burned, leaving M/n dizzy and squirming.
The tension between them snapped like a taut string, desire finally given permission to spill over. Wriothesley kissed him until M/n was breathless, until all his protests melted into soft moans and gasps, until his trembling body clung to the Duke instead of pushing him away.
When Wriothesley finally slowed, drawing back just enough to look at him, M/n’s lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed crimson. Wriothesley brushed his thumb over that trembling mouth, his grin equal parts wolfish and tender.
“You’re mine now,” he said softly, almost like a vow. Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, he added, “Don’t worry—I’ll still let you deliver letters. But next time, I expect a kiss as payment.”
M/n gawked, sputtering, his voice cracking with embarrassment. “Y-you’re impossible!”
Wriothesley only chuckled, leaning down once more to steal another kiss. “And you love it.”
"S-says who?" M/n trembles, "Says me." The Duke teased once more before kissing him one more time, not letting him go.
The kiss got more heated as it went on. M/n's whimpers got louder when Wriothesley's large cold fingers glazed over his peaks, noticing the difference immediately, Wriothesley grinned and started to play with it. He twisted the nubs gently making M/n mewl into the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper, he grinded forward, their clothed members touching each other's heat.
They both moaned, synchronized. Wriothesley's other hand slid under M/n's thigh to spread it to the other side, allowing him to have more room to push himself even closer—squeezing the thigh and engulfing the flesh with his huge hand, M/n's back arched beautifully.
It didn't take long until they were both half clothed, M/n was left in only his boxers while Wriothesley's in his pants.
M/n stared at Wriothesley's body, huge pecs, beautiful abs, large biceps, a very beautiful happy trail and defined V-line, but what caught M/n's attention was Wriothesley's battle scars on his body. He gulped. He never realized the size difference between them, assets and all. This man was handcrafted by a god. "You're staring." Wriothesley's voice was hoarse yet it held the same teasing tone. "You're not so bad yourself.. in fact.. it makes me even more excited to devour you whole. " The man licked his lips, both his thumbs playing with M/n's nipples before leaning down to leave hickies all over his neck, biting to leave a mark and saliva as he licked down to suck on M/n's peak.
M/n instinctively grinded forward, his movement stuttering. He moans. "A-ah, fuck! Wrio that's enough-!" M/n protests, his hand gripping Wriothesley's messy jet black hair that had unique gray streaks. The duke didn't say anything, he stopped licking but he continued to leave soft kisses until he reached M/n's member, confined underneath his boxers, leaking with pre-cum.
He gulped, nervous and excited as Wriothesley pulled the garter down with his teeth, no hesitation, no second thoughts, he immediately used his mouth to play with M/n. Licking the slit, m/n jerked forward to sit up in shock. "AHGh~!" He gripped Wriothesley's hair harder. "Fuck- ah, wrio- ngh.." he moans nonstop, his hips jerking forward as Wriothesley, the duke of the Fortress of Meropide, sucking him off with a pleased look on his face. "S-sto-stop-ah- 'm close-" M/n's breathing became erratic, trying to push Wriothesley's head away, before he could ejaculate—the duke didn't budge and only continued with fever. "I said stop-!"
Wriothesley swallowed it all, same as drinking milk from a straw. Before pulling away he licked the remaining cum on M/n's slit. "Good boy." He praised, fully taking off M/n's boxers, sliding them off and raising the male's legs upward to rest on his broad shoulders, bending him, not giving M/n time to calm down from his high.
His teeth bit the hem of his fingerless gloves and tugged it off, his left hand bare and warm. Wriothesley licked his middle and ring finger , spitting saliva on it before reaching down to touch and tease M/n's rim with his digits. Wriothesley trembled with passion, his fingers slipping inside with ease. Amused, he pushed further, watching every reaction M/n made. From the gripping of the sheet underneath to his eyelashes batting, closing his eyes.
M/n flinched when the Duke's fingers curled, reaching his prostate like he knew where it was. "Ah!" Wriothesley grinned and moved his hand frequently, his movements becoming erratic. M/n's walls clenched when he felt another finger slip inside. "Wriothesley-!"
"Yes?" The Duke replies, sultry, pushing his fingers deeper, watching M/n's back arching. "You want me?" He whispers.
M/n didn't reply, so he asked once again—louder. "Do you want me, M/n?"
".. Y-yes.."
"Okay." He breathed out.
Wriothesley pulled his fingers out, his gloved hand smoothly unzipping his fly and pulling his boxers down to reveal his huge member, girthy, large and hard. M/n swallowed, heart eyes from lust, passion and need. "Like it?" Wriothesley's grin appeared, pushing his hair back, wiping off sweat from his forehead. He teased M/n's rim with the head of his cock, "I'll put it in."
"Oka—AH!" M/n's voice faded into a loud moan, Wriothesley entering him, stretching him out further. The man gripped both of his thighs to open his legs even wider, pushing himself deeper and deeper until he bottomed out fully. They both panted heavily, Wriothesley threw his head back with a groan, the warm feeling of M/n's gummy walls pulsing on him felt too good to be true, he looked down at his lover. Fuck, he's too beautiful. M/n's chest heaving, his eyes already watery, lips plump and red, his neck bruised with hickies...
He couldn't take it anymore.
Wriothesley thrusted without a warning, at first, it was slow, deliberate, but his restraint slowly faded into nothing, his groans growing louder, leaving moans in M/n's ear. "Ah-fuck." He bent over, embracing M/n as he fucked him, feeling ecstasy and pain when M/n's nails dug deep onto his bicep and back.
M/n was seeing stars everywhere, his head throw back and his eyes rolling. His saliva drooled. The bed creaked underneath them, the ancient materials of wood barely keeping up as Wriothesley started to go faster and faster, the headboard slamming against the wall. "Shit-" the Duke cursed. "You feel so good."
" 'm cumming-! ah-!" M/n trembled, Wriothesley's large hand engulfed his cock that rested between them, stroking it timely to the rhythm of his thrusts. "W-wriothesley! Slow down-!" He yelps but didn't make any effort into making Wriothesley fully stop.
His thrusts became rougher and faster, wriothesley was near his limit and he was chasing it. He wanted his seed to be in M/n and fill him up. He kissed M/n once more, swallowing his moans and licking the saliva that dripped down, his hand that held M/n's thigh up slid down to grip his waist, pushing himself deeper as he released his orgasm. M/n's stimulated cock followed it's release, leaving them both panting heavily.
M/n winced, unfamiliar with the feeling of Wriothesley's cum slushing inside him.
"fuck, you were amazing.." wriothesley chuckles, nuzzling his face into the crook of M/n's neck, leaving one last hickey. "... I like you so much.." he confessed.
It felt weird at first—the confession, but it didn't feel wrong, it never did. ".. me too." M/n murmured, feeling embarrassed to admitting. "So you do like me." Wriothesley started again with his teasing. "Fuck off."
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