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flan-tasma · 7 months

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Fluffy soft smexy times w/ Wriothesley? Soft dom wriothesley?? Please I just want him to love me :sob:

💖~ Soft Wriothesley is the best Wriothesley!

KDHKHD I have many questions! I love this, they are in Spanish and English, I am so happy! :D

Perdí la mayoría de esto por error y no alcancé a guardarlo en borrador.

A la de 3 me lanzo de la ventana.

I could bark for this man

Warning: smut, Fem!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Wriothesley era un hombre ocupado, siempre tenía que seguir con sus deberes en el Fuerte Merópide, entre montones de informes de quiénes entraban en la prisión y lo que se necesitaba para los prisioneros casi no tenía tiempo para sí mismo, pero siempre encontraría alguna grieta en su agenda para ti.

La hora del almuerzo era parte del reducido tiempo que tenía y que se aseguraba de dedicarte, escapando de sus labores para comer junto a ti y hablar de las obligaciones de ambos. Luego jugaban ajedrez cuando les quedaba tiempo, y esa era la situación actual.

Le gustaba mirar fijamente el tablero y analizar todo, tu rostro fijo en sus expresiones lo hacía sonreír con su mejilla contra su mano. Realmente ya sabía qué pieza mover, pero le gustaba cuando movías tu pierna como reflejo de tu impaciencia. Quería guardarte en su bolsillo y siempre tenerte junto a él, en el bolsillo que estaba más cerca de su corazón, en donde estarías caliente y podrías dormir mientras él trabaja y te alimentaría con pequeños bocados de comida cada vez que tengas hambre, pero no era capaz de tal magia.

Finalmente movió la ficha y tu suspiraste, comiendo su pieza negra con la tuya blanca, y te cruzaste de brazos con molestia. Wriothesley soltó una carcajada desde sus pulmones.

"¿Algo te molesta, ma biquette?" Te pregunta con burla, volviendo a su necesidad de jugar con tu tiempo. Frunciste el ceño, aunque tu expresión lo hizo soltar una risa desde sus pulmones.

"No es justo, me estás dejando ganar." Dijiste con frustración. Al inicio era una ilusión cuando ganabas pero el tiempo te permitió ver lo que realmente hacía Wriothesley, cuando podía comerse una pieza tuya, movía otra pieza para que pudieras hacerlo tu, poco a poco su falta de analítica lo haría perder contra ti.

"Lo lamento, querida. No sé a qué te refieres." Mentiras dichas por el hombre que se divertía de ver tu rostro enfadado. Cuando le dijiste que siempre hacía lo mismo, se cruzó de piernas y de brazos, cerrando sus ojos para pensar correctamente. Tu pierna se siguió moviendo ante su postura pensativa, ansiosa, y Wriothesley suspiró mirándote aún enfadada. "Eres demoledoramente hermosa, ma biquette."

"Eso no va a cambiar que me estás dejando ganar" Gruñiste con enojo ante el intento de tu pareja de tranquilizarte, un pobre intento, claro. Masajeaste tu sien con molestia y dejaste escapar otro suspiró mientras mirabas el rostro sonriente de Wriothesley. "No es justo, siempre haces esto."

"¿Qué podría ser injusto?"

"El punto de jugar es estar juntos, ¡no importa quién gane!" Ibas a lanzarle una almohada a la cara, pero su mano había tomado la pieza de la reina negra, su pieza, y la rotaba para verla mejor mientras pensaba profundamente en tus palabras. Su sonrisa era diferente, no solo divertida, sino más bien burlesca, y dejó de lado esa pieza para levantarse.

Tu espalda chocó contra el suave espaldar de la silla y la mano derecha de tu pareja sostuvo tu mandíbula, sus labios muy cerca de los tuyos y la pieza negra ahora en tus manos. Su aliento golpeaba contra el tuyo y parecía que iba a bendecirte con un beso hasta que te mantuvo en el mismo lugar.

"Está bien, es justo que siempre ganes en el ajedrez si yo siempre gano en la seducción. Te puedo dejar ganar las veces que quieras." Con cada palabra que decía, sus labios rozaban tu piel sensible y te hacían suspirar. Sus manos acariciaron tus caderas y dejó un rápido beso en tus labios antes de dar la vuelta a la silla y, con los brazos a los lados de ti, usar las piezas del tablero para una exposición más dinámica.

Él, como el rey negro, correspondiente a las piezas que estaba usando antes de que esto ocurriera, y tu, la reina blanca, ambos alejados. El Fuerte Merópide representado en las cuatro torres y que los separaban.

"Mi trabajo me mantiene ocupado y la miseria de tiempo que comparto contigo es solo el almuerzo y la cena. No puedo dejarte así, ma biquette." El aliento de Wriothesley erizaba los cabellos de tu nuca y los suaves besos con la boca abierta que dejaba en tus hombros, te hicieron jadear al ritmo en que tu ropa interior se mojaba contra la piel del sillón. "Puede que yo sea injusto porque disfruto de mantenerte aquí, junto conmigo, todo el tiempo que pueda tener." Wriothesley había creado un espacio entre las torres monocromáticas y la reina blanca había entrado con el rey negro, las mordidas en tu cuello a medida que los dedos del duque acariciaban tu espalda y tus brazos hacía que fuera difícil mantenerse enfocada en su explicación. "Solo quiero que te quedes un poco más, deseo ser egoísta y no dejarte ir tan rápido como lo tengo que hacer."

Wriothesley podía ser avaricioso contigo, te sostenía dulcemente contra el sillón y te hacía tomar su polla entre besos y afirmaciones. Te hacía el amor de manera lenta y disfrutaba viendo como tenías que partir lejos del Fuerte Merópide con las piernas temblando y la respiración intranquila. Pero fue justo, se aseguró de que disfrutaras el haberte ido mucho más tarde de lo que solías hacerlo.

English:

Wriothesley was a busy man, he always had to carry on with his duties at Fort Meropide, between piles of reports of who was entering the prison and what was needed for the prisoners he hardly had time for himself, but he would always find some crack in their agenda for you.

Lunchtime was part of the limited time he had and that he made sure to dedicate to you, escaping from his work to eat with you and talk about both of your obligations. Then you played chess when you had time left, and that was the current situation.

He liked to stare at the board and analyze everything, your face fixed on his expressions made him smile with his cheek against his hand. He actually already knew which piece to move, but he liked it when you moved your leg as a reflection of your impatience. He wanted to keep you in his pocket and always have you next to him, in the pocket that was closest to his heart, where you would be warm and could sleep while he worked and he would feed you small bites of food whenever you were hungry, but he wasn't right capable of such magic.

He finally moved the chip and you sighed, eating his black piece with your white one, and crossed your arms in annoyance. Wriothesley laughed deep in his lungs.

"Is something bothering you, ma biquette?" He asks you mockingly, returning to his need to play with your time. You frowned, though your expression made him let out a deep laugh.

"It's not fair, you're letting me win." You said in frustration. At the beginning it was an illusion when you won but time allowed you to see what Wriothesley really did, when he could eat a piece of yours, he would move another piece so that you could do it, little by little his lack of analytics would make him lose against you.

"I'm sorry, dear. I don't know what you mean." Lies told by the man who was amused to see your angry face. When you told him that he always did the same thing, he crossed his legs and arms, closing his eyes to think properly. Your leg continued to move at his thoughtful posture, you were anxious, and Wriothesley sighed, looking at you still angry. "You are devastatingly beautiful, ma biquette."

"That's not going to change that you're letting me win" You growled angrily at your partner's attempt to calm you down, a poor attempt, of course. You massaged your temple in annoyance and let out another sigh as you looked at Wriothesley's smiling face. "It's not fair, you always do this."

"What could be unfair?"

"The point of playing is to be together, it doesn't matter who wins!" You were going to throw a pillow at his face, but his hand had taken the black queen piece, his piece, and he was rotating it to see it better as he thought deeply about your words. His smile was different, not just amused, but rather mocking, and he put that piece aside to stand up.

Your back hit the soft back of the chair and your partner's right hand held your jaw, his lips very close to yours and the black piece now in your hands. Her breath hit yours and it seemed like he was going to bless you with a kiss until he held you in place.

"Okay, it's only fair that you always win at chess if I always win at seduction. I can let you win as many times as you want." With every word he said, his lips brushed against your sensitive skin and made you sigh. His hands caressed your hips and he placed a quick kiss on your lips before turning the chair around and, with his arms at your sides, using the pieces on the board for a more dynamic display.

He, as the black king, corresponding to the pieces he was using before this occurred, and you, the white queen, both far away. The Meropid Fort represented in the four towers that separated them.

"My job keeps me busy and the pittance of time I share with you is only lunch and dinner. I can't leave you like this, ma biquette." Wriothesley's breath ruffled the hair on the back of your neck and the soft, open-mouthed kisses he left on your shoulders made you gasp at the rate at which your underwear became wet against the skin of the couch. "I may be unfair because I enjoy keeping you here, along with me, for as long as I can have." Wriothesley had created a space between the monochromatic towers and the white queen had entered with the black king, standing as close together as the shape of the pieces allowed, bites on your neck as the duke's fingers caressed your back and arms. It made it difficult to stay focused on his explanation. "I just want you to stay a little longer, I want to be selfish and not let you go as quickly as I have to."

Wriothesley could be greedy with you, holding you gently against the couch and making you take his cock between kisses and affirmations. He made love to you slowly and enjoyed watching how you had to leave Fort Meropide with your legs shaking and your breathing uneasy. But it was fair, he made sure you enjoyed leaving much later than you usually did.

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