If your feeling up to it, PLEASE write more rollo smut stuff man im on MY KNEES 🧎🧎🧎
Worry not, dear friend!
I fully intend to keep writing for Rollo. He just doesn't get enough love among the TWST fandom in general, let alone among the erotica writers. I must represent this undeserved demographic.
But speaking of being on one's knees...
Flamme had been making a habit of pestering you, lately.
It began subtly, and under the guise of duty. Trailing you and your group of NRC visitors was normal enough, as was engaging in conversation and small talk, even if the subjects he brought up were sometimes unpleasant and vaguely threatening. While an aura of deep malice surrounded Rollo Flamme from your very first encounter with him, that wasn't exactly a unique experience in this world.
Mind, he did have a clear edge of religious devotion to his insanity, but that just seemed to be his unique character.
You only started to notice it when you had some free time. Rather than linger with the larger group, whenever you walked away for a breather, Rollo seemed to shadow you. His presence dogged your heels with every step through the City of Flowers, even when you couldn't see him— You've dealt with Rook enough to know the feeling of being watched.
At the same time, you'd noticed his particular interest in you was not... purely platonic, clearly. His sharp sneers and habit of covering his grimace with his handkerchief did nothing to hide the flush that crept up his cheeks at every dirty joke and allusion you made, with him and the NRC boys. While he seemed to stare at you constantly, he was never keen to meet your gaze head-on in most causal conversations. It made you quite curious regarding his intentions – If he himself even knew them in the first place.
It all came to a head one evening, after you'd decided on an evening stroll through an older, disused part of the NBC campus. The stone ceilings arched like those in a cathedral, casting semi-circular shadows down the halls. As you anticipated, Flamme was quick to make an appearance as soon as you'd gotten to a secluded enough corner of the building. The tall man stepped seamlessly out of the shadows of a side corridor, pale eyes fixated on you with an intensity you could quite place.
"I do have to inquire as to what, exactly, yoi are doing wandering around campus grounds so close to curfew," Rollo lilts with an air of smug curiosity, "It would serve you well to remember that although you are an honored guest here, you are still expected to adhere to school rules during your stay." You smile quietly, tilting your head slightly. Despite himself, Rollo quite suddenly feels as if you've caught him out on something.
"Ah, my bad. I understand, I was just curious..." You begin to slowly move forwards and around the pale man, until he faced you with his back to a wall. Your eyes were locked, never once leaving the gaze of the other, something he was too focused on to notice your strategic movements.
"Your around an awful lot, aren't you? Seems sometimes like you're following me... weird, right?"
"Ensuring my guests are looked after hardly seems comparable to such unbecoming behavior," Rollo scoffs, but quickly hides his face behind that stupid silk scarf.
"Really?" You raise an eyebrow "You seemed to have little trouble leaving the rest of the boys unsupervised in the square earlier so you could follow me to the bakery. Doesn't seem super responsible— Shouldn't you have been making sure they didn't cause any trouble with the festivities?"
"Tch-"
"Do you have a crush on me, Rollo?" The question is innocent, but your tone is sharp, your gaze piercing. Rollo jolts under it, stepping back– Only to find himself pressed against the wall. You've backed him into a corner before he could even realize, and the thought brings a crimson flush to his cheekbones.
"H-Hardly. I would think a prefect would have more tact and posterity than to pose such a question. We've known each other for only a short time, what could possibly prompt such a inquiry?" Rollo's gaze is fixed on the ground now, half his face buried in his scarf, but he makes no attempt to push past you and move away from the wall. You hum consideringly.
"Well, aside from the stalking-" In a flash, you reach up and nick Rollo's handkerchief right from his hand, pulling away and waving it tauntingly in the air like a matador with a cape, "This does nothing to hide your blush, you're way too pale for that–"
"—What!!" Rollo sputters, lunging forward to try and reclaim his prize, but you jerk away before he can grasp at the silk."You! Give that back this instant!" His face is so red now, though from embarrassment or rage you cannot tell. Most likely both. "Why on earth why I ever even think to indulge in any kind of relations with a devilish creature such as you!?"
"Because you like it–" You breathe against the back of his neck, appearing behind him like an apparition. Rollo jumps, attempting to turn around to face you, as his heart hammers loudly in his ears, but you quickly snatch his wrists within your free hand, pulling them behind his back with a sudden force.
"–because you like me~"
"You—! Hrtk!!" His exclamation is quickly cut off, as you take his stolen handkerchief and slip it neatly between his teeth as he takes a breath. Immediately, he gags, trying to pull away, but you yank the fabric, using it like a bit on a horse. His head jerks back, following your pull, and you use the opportunity to hastily tie a tight knot around the back of his head. Rollo flails futilely for a moment, realizing your play, but ultimately can do nothing but ruin his prized silk scarf with his drool. The humiliation of being practically bridled in such a way makes him want to cry, and a shameful little whine escapes him.
"Oh? What was that?" You coo, leaning down over him, your breath tickling his ear, "Im glad that I can at least still hear your cute little noises– would've been a real shame otherwise." Rollo wishes he could turn around and level you with a glare, but it do him no good, he knew. He remains with his eyes fixed to floor–
—Until he is suddenly on the floor, slamming chest-first onto the hard stone. He turns his head, but his right cheek still meets the stone with a harsh crack. The pain makes Rollo's eyes water, blinking rapidly as he gasps through the gag, gaze flickering over to where you loom above him. You're bent over him, one arm bracing forward next to his head, the other grasping firm on his waist, keeping his hips in the air.
The humiliating position, propped ass-up on his knees with his face flat to the floor– Rollo could feel his cock soaking through the front of his cassock, and was suddenly glad that you couldn't see it from your current vantage point. He's not even attempted to try push his arms under him for support, let alone sit or stand up, which gives you all the confidence you need to flip up the back end of his robes and pull down his pants. Rollo jolts like you've smacked him when the cool air hits his bare skin, and a litany of muffled curses make their way through his gag.
"Oh, don't be like that, Flamme~" You purr his name with the same tone the Devil must preach with "Its not like you weren't asking for it— Trying to catch me alone in the halls, cornering me. I just have the balls to take what I want, unlike you." The sting of your words is shortly replaced by the burn of a spit-soaked finger pushing past his rim without hesitation. Rollo arches up off the floor, choking against the embroidered silk blocking his airway.
The poor pale-haired man thrashes briefly as you wiggle and crook your finger, groaning through his gag as you work him open. Swiftly, you add a second finger, up to the second knuckle, spitting directly unto his rim to slicked the way. You relish the shudder that wracks him from that– repulsed and aroused in equal measure.
While you enjoy the view, Rollo himself practically shakes apart on the stone floor as you add a third finger, tugging teasingly on his rim every few moments. The overwhelming sensation of stretching, burning agony and sinful pleasure intertwined was driving him absolutely mad. He loathed the sounds you coaxed from him, even while gagged, as he was forced to gasp, choke and moan around the disgustingly soaked fabric. Rollo could feel the drip of spittle between his asscheeks just as clearly as the thin trails of drool at the corners of his mouth and down his chin, pressed against the cold flagstones.
At this point, Rollo Flamme was almost glad to be gagged— He is not sure he would be begging for mercy, or for more, should he have full control over his own voice.
Whatever inner turmoil your perverted ministrations caused within him were very quickly forgotten when you suddenly withdrew, leaving him empty and gaping in the open air. The prefect whined, high and reedy, and you laughed.
"Don't worry Rollo, I've got you," The clinking of metal and cloth, and then a large, bulbous shape was slotted firmly between his cheeks. Rollo jolted forward at the contact, a faint squeal freeing itself from his throat. A raspy, mocky chuckle was all the warning you gave him before lining yourself up and thrusting in to the hilt in a single go.
The shriek that erupted from the man beneath you was nothing short of heavenly– Rollo's back bowed up, muscled trembling as his chest lifted off the floor from the force. The glistening threat of tears made itself known in the watering of his eyes as spit flooded past his gagged lips, nails clawing at the floor. You gave him little time to adjust before withdrawing, and burying yourself fully in him against, setting a brutal pace as the prefect scrambled futiley for purchase against the smooth flagstones.
"MMmmM! HhhMmh!! GmmhhmM!" Loud moans and whines forced their way from Rollo's bound jaw as he rocked back and forth from the force of your thrusts. God, he was so tight, so warm and greedy, like some kind of pathetic succubus. At this point, he simply submitted to the pleasure overwhelming his every sense– relishing the harsh drag of your cock in his hole, the brutal beating his prostate was taking. Tears streamed down his face in rivulets, muffled sobs echoing off the stone as his neglected cock was unintentionally frotted against the hard floor.
"God, you really are– so fucking pathetic, aren't you," You gasp out, losing yourself in the pleasure of taking him. "Fuck–! Gonna cum, right in your— tight little hole, Rollo." You lean forwards, reaching around to seize him by the hair with one hand, clutching his short, pale locks. A strangled cry escapes the disheveled man, bleary eyes flickering to you as they blink through cascades of tears. "You wanna cum too, don't you?" He nods so fast as to nearly break your grip, so you release him, and resumed the brutal fucking of his ass.
Rollo can only groan feebly as you torture his swollen prostate, somehow managing to thrust faster and harder. He sobs unabashedly when you reach down and begin to palm him roughly through his pants. "Fuck, yes! –C'mon now Flamme, cum for me–" You grind out, before promptly spilling into Rollo's ass. The feeling of your seed painting his insides, warm and wet and virile– He cums in his pants with a muffled scream.
A moment passes in which you both remain still and coupled, panting in the quiet. Gracelessly, you pull out and stand up, buckling your slacks back into place while staring down at the limp form of one Rollo Flamme, ruined and pliant oat your feet. Bending down, you pull his handkerchief from his mouth, grimacing at the dampness, before discarding it carelessly to some dark corner.
"Well, I do hope you've learned your lesson–" You gently sneak the tip of your shoe beneath Rollo's slick chin, tilting it up. His gaze is glassy and vacant– Utterly fucked-out.
"—Next time, harass me closer to one of our bedrooms. Easier on the knees, y'know?"