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kinktober day 2 : stomach bulge

A/N: prompts by @/a_blk_a on twt! also oh my god i've been thinking about this allll day i was so excited to write this i hope you guys enjoy

summary:

modern!wriolyney: lyney’s a criminal, one that purposely gets himself caught just to see that big buff officer again and again, until wriothesley couldn’t understand why; lyney just wants his dick inside his hole and make it disappear like magic.

or

"lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself."

the door opens and a blonde man in handcuffs is brought through the door. the eyes of officers around the police station dart to the criminal, and question marks are sounded out through sighs of confusion. 

“him again?”

“how many times has he been brought in?”

“his third? fourth?”

the policeman who had caught him had eyes of regret, almost as if he didn’t want to take the poor guy in for questioning. not out of pity for him, but for the man who’s name he was about to call out.

“chief wriothesley!” the man called out, still holding to his captive’s arm. “we got somebody here for you.”

almost as if from the shadows of a random hallway, wriothesley appeared from the dark, his dark grey hair and scruffy, stubbly chin in full view now. as his tight uniform fitted onto his huge pecs and muscular body, the blonde captive criminal smiled, as if happy to be caught for a crime.

“you?” wriothesley seemed surprised, but his tone was the same nonchalant and indifferent tone that he used everyday. “ah, why am i even surprised.”

“chief, i caught him pickpocketing on the streets.” the policeman reported, and hesitated before he spoke next. “he almost outran me, but he said he would comply if it meant he got to meet you.”

wriothesley’s eyebrow rose at this. “same as always with this guy. didn’t know i got fans.”

“the name’s lyney, sir wriothesley.” the blonde man finally spoke, the handcuffs jingling as he raised both his hands, but extended a palm in offer for a handshake. 

shaking his hand, wriothesley chuckled in confusion. this guy is acting way too friendly for someone who just got caught for a crime. nevertheless, as per the policeman’s statement, he decided to take lyney in for questioning despite the small crime. 

“you sure do have a rolodex of crimes, huh?” wriothesley said as the door locked shut. “vandalism, shoplifting, public indecency and now pickpocketing. you having fun, kid?”

“i’m actually not a kid,” lyney spoke, raising a hand lightly as if he was a child in a classroom. “i’m about 23 this year. which makes me very legal. i’m very legal and of age.”

“...okay.” 

wriothesley racked his head looking at this guy’s file. why is he so adamant on committing a crime and asking for wriothesley personally? 

“so why.. exactly do you ask for me? you know, these aren’t really big crimes. they usually call me out for murders and the really important stuff. and besides, you don’t do crimes for yourself.. what i’m hearing is you are so obvious doing them it’s like you want to get caught. got a crush on me or somethin’?”

“...yeah,” lyney simply said, his face still poker, as if he was nonchalant about admitting his crush on the big scruffy man infront of him. “i want you, wriothesley.”

wriothesley was taken aback by this confidence, and his front almost wavered. the boy was handsome, and his confidence didn’t help that much in making him seem extremely attractive. god, i’m pent up, wriothesley thought to himself. nevertheless, he still had to do his job. slamming the documents on the table, lyney flinched as wriothesley sat on the table top and leaned in closer to lyney.

“you will call me officer.” wriothesley commanded, hoping to take lyney out of his delusion that he can score a man like this. but as wriothesley did so, he realised he may have made it worse. the boy in front of him was a blushing mess, his face suddenly red and hot and sweaty, almost as if embarrassed. as wriothesley looked down, he realised the bulging and throbbing boner that lyney had in his leather shorts, a tent growing inside. “...what the heck? you like that? being commanded?”

lyney nodded. “y-yes.. sir..”

jesus, he thought to himself. lyney’s whimper only made wriothesley’s own cock start growing hard. …fuck it.

wriothesley sighed, and left the room in a rush. lyney grew confused, wondering where he went. in less than a minute, wriothesley came back and locked the door again. 

“no one’s watching. let’s make this quick, hm?”

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“you’re… bigger than i expected,” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s tip slowly penetrated the former’s ass, the lube overflowing from the amount needed for lyney to fully let the huge cock that was owned by the chief of police inside of him. wriothesley, wearing nothing but the tie that he bit to hold up, hanging from his mouth as he grit his teeth.

“...fuck you’re tight. jesus fucking christ.” wriothesley groaned, he slowly pushed in more, and lyney’s breathy gasp followed by the squeeze on wriothesley’s arm made wriothesley want to pound that ass until lyney couldn’t breathe from way his hole was being roughed up so hard he would have an asthma attack. “and your ass is smaller than my dick expected.”

after pushing it all in quickly to spare lyney, lyney whimpered and let out tiny, breathy moans as his toes curled from the pain and the pleasure of having a dick so big in him that he felt like he’s reaching his intestines. as the slick sound of lube squelched as wriothesley brought it out again, lyney could already feel the effect of fitting that cock into his tiny hole. already feeling empty just from wriothesley’s cock slightly moving away, his moan of pleasure following wriothesley’s thrust back into his ass was louder than it needed to be.

“don’t be so fucking loud.” wriothesley groaned, his gruff, husky voice commanding lyney. “is that clear? or i’ll take it out.”

“y-yes sir.. please..” lyney cried to himself, tears of pleasure leaving his breathless mouth. “please never take it out… i love this cock…”

smiling slightly, wriothesley caressed lyney’s hair to tuck it behind his ear. as he started moving up the speed a little more, lyney got more used to wriothesley’s cock inside of him, the plap of their skin slapping together growing louder, following lyney’s cries of ecstasy. as sweat dripped from wriothesley’s face onto lyney’s body, wriothesley found himself feeling up the glorious body in front of him. 

“fuck! sir, right there, sir- aah..” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself.

“you like that? feeling the way my dick is so big it’s bulging out of you?” wriothesley’s gruff voice reached lyney’s ears, causing the latter’s eyes to roll back into his skull. “you want this big dick, huh? no other cock can satisfy you like mine? that’s why you’re a thieving criminal? you wanted this big, thick cock to rub your insides?”

“nngh, yes! yes, sir! only yours can satisfy me like this!” lyney cried, his nails digging onto wriothseley’s pre-scarred body. “please keep touching it there.. it’s gonna make me cum!”

a deep chuckle rumbled from wriothesley’s throat. “good boy.. i’ll cum inside you if you want.”

desperately, lyney nodded as the pounding had him braindead, any thoughts interrupted by wriothesley’s deep thrusts brought him to a different world. as the sloppy thrusts got faster, wriothesley grabbed onto lyney’s hips and thrusted into him like a toy, the stomach bulge making lyney cry from the way wriothesley’s dick was just that big. as lyney hugged onto wriothesley’s back, they both moaned in sync to each other as the thrusts got rougher, lyney’s ass growing red and marks deepening onto wriothesley’s back from lyney’s hands. 

“lyney… i’m gonna-”

“wriothesley- sir- aah!”

and with the first shot, lyney could feel his intestines start to flood wriothesley’s cum, filling him up enough to feed him for a week. as wriothesley pulled out, he slumped onto a chair panting from the intense, rough sex. as lyney stayed laid over the table, his chest rose up and down, catching his breath. 

after a few moments, wriothesley threw lyney’s clothes at him and told him to put it on. after they both got dressed, wriothesley took lyney out back to the desk.

“this guy’s fine. he doesn’t have anything stolen on him.” wriothesley told the officer at the desk, referring to lyney. “if he gave everything back, we have no reason to keep him here.”

taking a pen and paper, he wrote down a number and a name and gave it to the still-dazed lyney standing in front of him. 

“next time you want to see me, don’t get arrested. just call me, and i’ll be there to personally arrest you myself.” wriothesley passed lyney the paper, slightly smiling. the friendly tone clearly resonated with the latter, as he took the paper enthusiastically. 

“i’ll be sure to call.” 

“Your Grace. May I ask why you called me here?” Lyney put on a saccharine smile as he spoke to Wriothesley, crossing his legs. He did nothing to hide the venom in his voice.

Wriothesley had called him to his office right after his morning shift ended, saying it was urgent business. As if. Lyney suspected he had only called him here to try and provoke him.

“I just wanted to have some tea with an honored guest. Is that so wrong of me?” Wriothesley lazily smiled, taking a sip of his tea. “Come on, I made it especially for you, Mr. Lyney. Have some.” “I’m not fond of tea.” That was a lie, but he’d rather not drink something made by the Duke. “Is this all you called me for, Your Grace? Lynette might get worried if I stay here too long.”

“Come on, I didn’t poison it. Maybe you’ll change your mind?” Wriothesley titled his head slightly. Lyney frowned, staring at his cup for a second, before letting out a small sigh and taking a sip. 

“It’s decent.” He set his cup down again, refusing to look at the black-haired man. It was, unfortunately, very good. He would rather not admit that, though. “May I leave now? I’d rather not stay here for longer than necessary, although you’re wonderful company, Your Grace.” He smiled as politely as he could.

“Hah! People have threatened to kill me with less pure loathing in their voice.” Wriothesley took another sip. “I’m afraid you can’t, though. I still want to talk with you. You were very interesting, you know?” 

Lyney did his best to keep his smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’m sure someone like you has very important duties to attend to.” 

“Come on, drop the act. This certainly isn’t how you acted before.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Your Grace.”

Wriothesley frowned. “Stop calling me that, will you? It doesn’t sound right, coming from you.”

“...Whatever.” Lyney let out a deep sigh, finally letting his smile drop. “Really, can I go? I don’t want to be around you at all. This is already pushing past the limit of how much I can tolerate you.” 

“Really? More than I thought, then. I thought you would have been thinking of murder plans by now.” He grinned. “Now that you’re not trying to pretend like you like me, how about we really talk?”

“About?” “Anything is fine. Like I said, you were interesting. I’m very curious about you.”

“You’re the one who called me here, and yet you don’t even have a set conversation topic? I expected more from you, Your Grace.”

“That’s my fault, then. You know, I’ve heard some of the prisoners talking about a wonderful magician, with the best tricks they’ve seen in a long time. Can I assume that’s you?”

“I’m honored you think so highly of me.” Lyney said in a monotone voice. “I’m not the only great magician up there. Ah, but I’m sure you wouldn’t know that. I apologize, Your Grace. I should’ve remembered you’re in this horrid fortress all day.”

“Wow. I wonder how long it’ll take for you to outright say you want me dead.” 

“Do you want me to say that?” “It would certainly be better than your little facade.”

Wriothesley pushes off from the banister and crosses over to the desk, until he’s at the front, right across from where Lyney stands.

“So,” he says casually. “Find anything about the Iudex’s visit in my desk, Mr. Lyney?”

Now that startles Lyney, makes his careful smile wobble. “No, Your Grace,” he says, his voice as light as he can make it. “The drawers were full of rubbish. Empty tea bags everywhere.”

“Mm.” Wriothesley leans over the desk, watches Lyney’s brow furrow as he leans away on instinct. “So the Traveler hasn’t seen fit to enlighten you this time. I see.”

Lyney’s eyes flash. “I’m sure I don’t know what your meaning is, Your Grace.”

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

My mother called the teacher, who looked at the essay I’d submitted, and said, “Someone graded this maliciously, you’re in the class.” (It had been graded by a third party.)

Later, he called her to ask if it was possible I’d plagiarized something because the writing was too mature. She laughed at him. And he believed her when she said I was too cocky to copy anyone else’s work, and from then on, he was my best English teacher at that school.

half that English department,

but him? He got me.

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