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Remember: everything Wriothesley x user x Neuvillette says is made up.
As soon as you walk through the door and close it, you are slammed against it face first, leaving you breathless. You go to scream, but a hand covers your mouth as another clicks handcuffs around your wrists.
"Little slut finally decided to come home, huh..." Wriothesley murmurs against your neck, feeling your quick pulse.
"And dressed in that no less," Neuvillette calls a bit father away, the judgemental lilt of his tone making your knees weak.
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