Cinderella Story [Wriothesley x Reader]

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Wriothesley just grabbed you by your waist and threw you on the bed as if your weight was nothing. You squeaked at the sudden impact, but didn't have any time for voicing anything as he was on you again in a split second. His body pressed down into yours, leaving you unable to move, especially with how his hands had grabbed your wrists again and pushed them into the mattress. One leg pressed up between yours and you could feel how wet you already were. You moaned softly and blushed as you looked up at him.

He was hovering over your face with a thoughtful expression. There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, and he brought up something that was obviously important to him. "I want you to tell me if I go too far," he said with a seriousness that pulled you back to the ground. You understood why he had decided to talk to you about this now. Despite everything, he did not want to do anything to you that you didn't want to or were not yet ready for.

"I will tell you," you promised, matching his sincere tone of voice.

"Good," he squeezed your wrists slightly. "I trust you to."

Somehow, that was a huge moment. Warmth pooled in your heart as it overflowed with a sudden wave of affection towards the man above you. Not too long ago he had insisted that it was impossible for him to trust anybody, so much so that you had even wanted to break off everything, and now he claimed to trust you with something that was so obviously important to him? You didn't even know if he realized that he had contradicted himself, but you had no desire to bring it up. Instead, you wanted to just enjoy his change of mind. He had said that he trusted you. This man was more than perfect. You broke into a smile. "I trust you too," you said. "With my body. And with me."

He returned the smile, before he continued where he had left off. He pressed his mouth to yours once more, kissing you roughly and biting your lips, claiming you. It did not take long for you to fall back into the hazy state where your thoughts contained nothing but pleasure. Wriothesley pulled back and both of you gasped for air. He let go of your wrists – you just let them lie there anyway – and instead focused more on the rest of your body. Soft, far too soft for your liking, his fingers traced over your body, starting from your elbows, down your arms, to your collarbones. One hand wandered up to your cheek, where it rested with his thumb on your lips, while the other ran down over your chest. Despite him being so gentle, goosebumps arose on your skin and you gasped as his palm covered your breast. And when he started squeezing, you began moaning softly. All the while he was watching you intensely, keeping his eyes on you all the time.

Then his thumb prodded at your half open lips and you opened them far enough for him to slip it inside your mouth. Tentatively you touched it with your tongue. He seemed to encourage it and you got a bit bolder, starting to suck on it. His gaze darkened and he pulled your face to the side. With this motion he had exposed the side of your neck to him and wasted no time to attack it. You gasped, high pitched, because you were just so, so sensitive and he had decided to forego the gentleness again. Like a man starved he licked and sucked at your skin at the curve where your neck and shoulder met, so much that you were sure that he'd leave marks there. His hand on your breast massaged it, squeezed it. And then you suddenly felt his teeth sinking into your soft flesh, not hard enough to tear the skin, but definitely hard enough to hurt. You shrieked and out of instinct your hand shot up to his head to push him away, however he just grabbed your wrist and pressed it down into the mattress once more, next to your body. You shivered as he continued, pulled your dress to the side so he had more skin to work with and placed another bite right next to the first one. Now that you were prepared for it, it was much easier to take the pain and let him do as he pleased, but the sensation was still just as intense. You needed something to hold on to and decided on him. Your free hand reached up to his shirt and grabbed the fabric desperately. He hummed as he felt it.