TW: Smut chapter alert!
You stripped out of your clothes and tried to get comfortable beneath the thin sheets of your bed. For a prison, you were happy to know your cell was not like a typical jail cell behind bars. In fact, you were staying in the same room that Traveler and Paimon were in when they were down here months ago.
As you sat there, you wondered if Wriothesley had read your file yet. You stretched and yawned. You knew there was no point stressing about it.
You examined your room. Where there should have been a door, there was just a hole in the wall for anyone to enter. A guard was stationed at the end of the hall at all times.
You watched the entrance with heavy eyes. Your lids were starting to shut. Just when you were about to let sleep wash over, you noticed a pair of heavy black boots nearing you inside the room.
You blinked several times to see if you were dreaming. It was not until you felt a hand grab the back of your neck that your eyes snapped open and focused on the angry, but handsome man, in front of you. You let out a little gasp when you felt his fingers purposefully tangle your hair with slight pressure, making sure not to actually hurt you.
You were only wearing your underwear, and you didn't have time to put the rest of your clothes on, so you covered yourself with your sheets.
"I knew you were a bad girl, (y/n)," Wriothesley whispered inside your ear.
"Wh-what are you-?" you managed to choke out.
"Be quiet," he whispered again, tightening his hold on you. "If you speak without permission, you will regret it."
His husky whispers and threat inside your ear sent a wave of pleasure. Blood was rushing through your body at a record speed. The tugging of your hair and his breathy whispers were the perfect aphrodisiac. You didn't know what was happening to you. You felt like your heart was going to explode. Your locked away desires for Wriothesley suddenly surfaced, and the next thing you knew, you had both your hands wrapped around his neck and you had pulled him in for a kiss.
Wriothesley stared at you in slight shock. He didn't expect you to respond so boldly. He had severely underestimated you, and this turned him on like never before. The shock quickly faded away as he felt your lips on him. A strange feeling took over his body, but that hot sensation on his lips was what hit him the most.
"(y/n)," he tried to speak, but he was too distracted by your half-open lips.
He needed to taste you more. The heat from his body was rising fast. He had forgotten why he had come in the first place.
"Fuck it."
You felt Wriothesley climb into your bed, making his way on top of you. He crashed his lips into yours again, immediately parting them so that his tongue could explore inside your mouth. Expertly he parted your legs with his knees. You felt his wandering hands at the same time find your thin bed sheet and pushed it aside. Without a second thought, his fingers traced up your bare leg and towards your thigh. He then slid his hand above your panties towards your hips, inching upwards to your waist.
His skin on yours caused you to moan inside his mouth. Wriothesley was taken back by such a lustful sound. He felt himself get so hard that he thought he would explode any moment.
His kisses now travelled towards your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot, making you moan once again. He covered your mouth with his free hand, while his other one wandered even faster upwards your body, towards your chest.
You desperately wanted him to touch you everywhere, but he was being careful. He didn't stay in one spot. Just as he began to move his hands away again, you bucked your hips into him, almost causing him to grunt. You felt his hard cock behind his pants, and your cheeks flushed pink as your eyes widened. You could tell he was huge.
You were starting to become impatient.
"Please..." you barely managed to whisper.
Wriothesley's hand had now travelled up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. When he finally reached your wrist, he smirked.
"You really don't listen, do you," he said in an almost growl-like whisper.
Before you could utter another word, you felt cold metal clasp around both of your wrists. You had been put in handcuffs.
If you thought you were in trouble before, you were in deep shit now.
Wriothesley stared at your body as you were handcuffed to your bed. You looked so fucking beautiful and obedient in that moment that he was having trouble breathing normally. He couldn't help but notice how wet you had become. It could make him salivate.
You opened your mouth to speak again, but he interrupted.
"If you think you can apologize for all the rules you keep breaking, then you'd better keep your pretty mouth shut."
Your eyes widened as you wondered what he was going to do to you now. Was he going to fuck your brains out? Or was he going to leave you handcuffed to your bed half naked for everyone to see?
Whatever the case, you began to struggle against your hold, kicking into the bed.
"I think I've got the perfect punishment for you," he said, his pale blue eyes filled with lust.
You watched as he lowered his body towards your thighs. He could smell your scent of pleasure and play. You were wet. For him.
Maintaining eye contact with you, he pushed your panties off to the side so he could admire your cunt. Finally, he was exactly where you wanted him to be.
Wriothesley took two fingers and slowly began to circle around your wet pussy and your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips once more, demanding attention, your mouth hanging open now. You needed him to touch you more. You needed more pressure. If he moved any slower, you would literally go crazy.
"Wriothesley! Please...!" You whisper-yelled at him.
He was having so much fun seeing you squirm beneath his fingers. But he was not going to give you what you wanted. After all, this was supposed to be your punishment.
He continued to slowly finger you for an entire minute, still not applying any additional pressure. When tears began to form in your eyes from the half pleasure you were feeling, Wriothesley finally started to feel a little sorry for you.
"What a slut," he now smirked. "Fine, I'll give you what you want."
Hearing him say such words, made you even hornier than ever that when he finally rubbed your pussy the way you wanted, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan. You clenched your legs together as a spike of pleasure hit you.
Wriothesley could no longer hold back either. He quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue and pressed it to the hot crevices of your body. You got more simulation from this than normal. It had been a very long time since someone had touched and tasted you like this. And not just anyone, but someone who you were insanely attracted to.
You arched your back and gasped, thrusting your hips at Wriothesley's face. Arching an eyebrow, he bore down your clit and slipped a finger to brush over your cunt.
"Fuck," you moaned breathlessly. You were so wet you were dripping.
His finger slid into you almost without meaning to. Squeezed inside your stuttering pussy, Wriothesley curled his finger and pressed around for the spot that he knew you would take particular pleasure in, somewhere right-
You gasped loudly.
Whether he found it or his sucking was just too intense, your entire body tightened and the undulations of your hips changed to sharp jerks. Unable to grab Wriothesley's head due to you being handcuffed, you somehow pressed against his mouth hard, your eyes closed and lips parted, red and swollen from biting them.
You had come hard.
You rested your head back into your pillow and let out a shuddered, satisfied breath. When you reopened your eyes, you found yourself alone inside your prison room again.
You blinked a few times to adjust to the scenery around you. Your hands were no longer cuffed, and your fingers were covered with your essence. You had just given yourself the most intense orgasm, while imagining Wriothesley eating you out.
Your heart was still beating rapidly as you came down from your high, but it was proving much more difficult. Not when you kept imagining his gorgeous eyes, his sexy smirk and his authoritative voice.
It was then when you heard heavy footsteps for real. And this time, they really were coming towards you. You scrambled to sit on your bed again, wiping your fingers on the bedsheets, adjusting your panties and your bra.
Your clothes were tossed too far away from your bed, you had no time to collect them. You remained half naked.
This time you knew you were going to be fucked over for real.