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Shaking and grasping at the pillow: that was the position Wriothesley had you in, his thighs firmly smacking against yours with a rhythm that knocked the air out of your lungs. You tried wiggling away, tried saving yourself long enough to remember how to properly breathe, but Wriothesley met your struggles with a laugh and a hand pressed on your shoulders. Your back was forced into a mean arch, a whimper slipping through your lips.
"Running already? Thought you said you could take it," Wriothesley said with a hint of arrogance, born from the frustration of having been taunted for hours to no end. And perhaps you did have to admit that your current situation was solely your fault, especially when you had made it your mission to get him worked up: heated kisses you interrupted with a giggle, curious fingers trailing over his clothes, and occasional grinding that led to frustration and nothing else.
You had smiled when Wriothesley had slammed the bedroom door shut and pushed you on the bed. You had smiled also when he had hastily ripped your clothes off to get to your naked skin as soon as possible. Currently though you couldn't bring yourself to smile, not when you were busy sobbing your lover's name against the pillow.
"Too... Too much," you mumbled, followed by a weak attempt to move away from his grip. An unsuccessful attempt. Despite that, you couldn't bring yourself to stop your hips from grinding back to meet his thrusts, delirious from the delicious friction of his cock against your tender walls. Of course, Wriothesley noticed.
"Too much, you say?" he taunted with that lazy smirk that always managed to make you swoon, should I stop then?"
Before you could even register his words, Wriothesley stilled, letting you feel his throbbing cock stuff you full without any of the delicious friction.
You reached one hand back, a desperate attempt to grab his hips and get him to pick up the same toe-curling pace of before. And yet, all Wriothesley did was to playfully snack it away, grasping both of your hands in his for good measure and pinning them against the mattress. While you squirmed under his weight, breathless and whiny, he lowered down, chest pressing against your back.
"What's with the impatience now? Didn't you say it was too much?" Wriothesley said and rolled his hips in a circle, crying tip thumping against your sweet spot— more a mockery than proper stimulation.
Your mind was a mess, thoughts mushed together. You did try to speak but it came out as a bunch of incoherent whining, pussy fluttering around his length. It managed to rip a groan out of Wriothesley, followed by a breathy laugh.
"Better use your words, sweetheart," he said, eyes flickering down. Right where yours bodies became one, at his base, there was a milky ring of your arousal, pussy creaming around him with each prolonged tease.
Wriothesley had to gulp down a groan at the delicious sight. He couldn't help but give a few stuttering thrusts, which had you moaning oh so sweetly for him.
"M-more, more," you cried and pathetically rocked your hips, your pulsing walls squeezing his length in a tight grip that had Wriothesley taking some shaky deep breaths.
"Been driving me insane all day, you know that?"
He lowered himself down, until you felt the warmth of his chest pressed down on your back. Even amidst your frenzied state, you still managed to catch the breathlessness of his voice — a slight crack in the way he posed the question that made you realize how close he was to snapping.
You licked your dry lips, your face melting into a smile he couldn't quite see but nonetheless perceive.
"I could do worse," you teased and, as to make a point, you grinded your body against his, your ass pressed against his pelvis and his pubes tickling your clit. Wriothesley growled your name under his breath before roughly thrusting into you.
"Sure you can," he panted out, using both forearms to keep himself balanced while quickly fucking into you. The sudden pace had you crying against the pillow, fingers sinking into the soft cushion to try and keep yourself grounded. And when you thought it couldn't get any more intense, Wriothesley pressed his entire body weight on top of you, huffing against your ear, "but I could do worse."
You tried to support yourself to no avail, your legs soon giving up. A moment later you found yourself falling against the bed, anchored still by Wriothesley's body. His pace was relentless and it had you gushing, your arousal rolling down your thoughts. Your eyes rolled back before you squeezed them shut, head tilted slightly back to let out gasps and half-broken moans.
At the very same time, Wriothesley's lips were on your skin, sucking with the intention of leaving dark marks. The new position you two found yourself in managed to make him reach even deeper inside, teary tip hammering against your g-spot — reaching all the way to your cervix. You felt like your nerves were melting, with you managing to only cry out half broken moans of his name. Each thrust had you getting bounced up and down the bed, nipples rubbing against the rough material of the bedsheets.
It made you shiver, helplessly trembling for him.
"Not complaining anymore, uh?" Wriothesley suddenly teased, earning an hiccuped scoff from you. "And didn't you, ah-, say that you could do worse?" you answered, noting how his previously rough pace had settled for a more rhythmic one. When you felt him tense, you attempted to steal a glance at him, teases bubbling up in your throat.
"What is it? Are you getting tired?" was the last thing you said before Wriothesley slammed himself all the way inside, knocking the air out of your lungs.
"You're impossible," he groaned, picking up the pace. He then shifted slightly, supporting himself with one arm while using his free hand to push the hair out of the way, exposing your neck. Before you could even think of questioning him, you felt fingers twist around your locks, a whimper slipping through your parted lips. The tugging had your hips messily stuttering against his pelvis.
While you were busy crying out his name, Wriothesley ran his tongue along your nape, before sinking his teeth on the soft skin of your shoulder.
Your climax hit you all at once, the pressure in your lower belly snapping just as he again sunk all the way inside. You were rocking your body against his, eyes rolling back as Wriothesley fucked you through your orgasm, helping you ride twitch after twitch. He was still holding you by the hair, keeping your head tilted to the side. And it is against your shoulder that you feel his hot breath tickling you, his body squishing you to the mattress while his thrusts turn messier — meaner.
You whine from the overstimulation, even as your walls ripple around his length, hotter than a furnace.
It was with herculean self-control that Wriothesley pulled out, just in time to paint your lower back with the pearly drops of his cum. He is panting quickly, hips still rocking against you, smearing his seed over your skin. Between the necessity to catch your breath, neither of you two moved, simply basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.
The moment of peacefulness lasted until Wriothesley rolled you on your back, not bothering to clean up his stinky mess. At first you wanted to question him, a frown already on your face. However, you soon caught on the way he was fisting his cock, hissing despite the smirk he directed at you.
"You didn't seriously think we were done, did you?" Wriothesley teased, his words dripping with smugness at your shocked expression — adorable, in his eyes. It was the sensation of his tip pressing against your already fluttering hole that brought you back to what was happening, your traitorous body meeting him halfway. Your eyes fluttered shut and all you managed was a weak shake of your head. You were growing aware that you were in for a long night and, although distracted by the sensation of getting filled full a second time, you smiled, your nerves thrumming in excitement; after all, to end up in this situation had been exactly what you had been hoping for when trying to rile him up for the entire day.