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[chil2de]

good morning

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — iwaizumi hajime.

you know haji’s exhausted, tired down to the bone after working so so much. but fuck, if he doesn’t look so pretty half asleep in his training uniform like that.

a/n: *rifles through google docs* oh. epic. first piece for haji and it’s iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer. spit in my mouth. rn. it’s bullying if you don’t, haji.

tags: thigh riding, tummy bulge kink ^^, big dick energy iwa, brrr size kink (obviously), iwaizumi being sexy af, mentions of blowjobs, penetrative sex, overstimulation, cock hungry reader, creampie / breeding kinks, iwa’s a haaaard dom, praising, pet names (princess, angel, etc.), degradation (whore, slut), choking, unprotected sex. literally me just thirsting over haji except it’s in written and somewhat fluent sentences not garbled brain rot.

w.c: 2.2k

Iwaizumi’s always been physically attractive. You’ve known it since high school, always singing him praises in front of his teammates. You’d always taunt him about how he’d snap at you to shut up whenever you called him a pretty boy, leaving his friends snickering and the maddest tint of blush threatened to crawl onto his features.

You knew it when you picked him up at the airport, coming back from California. He came back with his black tee rolled up as far as it could land onto his arms, biceps toned and the start of a tan line tantalised you. It’s the way he came back changed in the same clothes he left in, except they fit him much more. His shorts weren’t oversized, and instead wrapped around his thighs. That’s all you needed to grab him by the wrist, drag him to the airport toilets before sucking him off.

You still remember the look of thick worry plaguing his features, eyes wide and he barked out commands so that you’d confess what was wrong. The way he scoffed when you sunk down onto your knees, fingertips already worked diligently to pull his shorts down.

“It’s nice to see you, too.” He grit through clenched teeth, jaw falling slack and one of his hands pushed down onto your head. It’s the way he murmured that you two shouldn’t be doing this in a damn airport of all places, but he still slumped his weight against the door— thus halting anyone from walking inside just from raw strength alone. It’s how he hissed out profanities under his breath, praising you with a strained ‘Fuck. That’s a good girl.’ and his other hand gripped onto the edge of the wet faucet until his knuckles stained white.

That’s precisely why you cannot contain yourself when you see him folded over on the sofa, one arm dangling off and the other resting behind his head as he snoozes away. Work uniform still clinging to his skin, eyelids trapped shut and his forehead’s knocked against a pillow whilst he snores quietly. That’s exactly why you have to shimmy out of your skirt. Between actively leaving the house to make it into the office on time and fucking Iwaizumi before he disappears for days again, it’s obvious which you’ll choose.

You drag your clothed damp clit against the fabric of Iwaizumi’s work pants, your shirt rolled and stuffed into your mouth to muffle your cries. You chomp through the fibres of the fabric, tongue staticky as it comes into contact with the threads. You don’t wanna wake Iwaizumi up, he’s always been great at sleeping like a damn log. But you’re just so, so needy. It’s not your fault he’s so fucking attractive to the point it hurts, and the sheer audacity of him falling asleep in his work uniform? Unbelievable. You just wanna rip his work shirt off, keep the “🇯🇵JPN” badge as a trophy and demand him to get a new replacement.

His thigh is sturdy, toned and solid to a fault. Tears threaten to roll out of your eyes because your thighs singe, muscle fibres shrieking to their utmost degree. You’re about to collapse and your lower half burns, but it feels so good.

A small wheezy whimper escapes from you, but it’s not enough. You could cum from this if you really tried to and yet you can’t dismiss the dull ache that settles in your abdomen.

You yearn for Iwaizumi’s cock, need him to split you wide and full with his dick. Need him to hold you close with his sturdy, strong hands. Hold you up like it’s literally nothing to him, and it isn’t. You want every single reminder, no matter how minute, that he’s that much stronger than you. From how he towers over your spine during backshots, whimpering into your ear and groaning that you feel ‘So, so fucking good’, to how his fingertips cram and fit your slicked mouth because ‘You’ll wake up the neighbours.’

And Iwaizumi’s a whore for it, too. Always has been, always will be. Even if he was a little bit more reserved during the start of your relationship, constantly wrapping an arm around your small little waist. Would make his cock throb, so, so fucking much. To think how you’d look squirming, wrapped around his cock and sobbing. But now? He’s unapologetic about it. Pats his thighs, telling you to ‘Come take a seat, princess’ and that you should be careful if you don’t wanna end up begging him to cum. Yet how could you? How could you rob Iwaizumi of your perfectly pitchy moans, the cute expressions you make when you’re so dumb around his cock? God, you make his heart and his dick throb so bad.

That’s why now, you’re in this predicament. All because your stupid lover was born a little bit too conventionally attractive for his own good.

Your dainty fingertips claw to unbuckle Iwaizumi, to which he groans softly. You gulp, halting your movements, but it’s too late by then. Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything, yet, but he shifts his hips up to unbuckle himself for you. You scratch his zipper open, untucking his leaking cock from his boxers— squeezing himself through the gap of his jeans.

“Shouldn’t you be getting up for work?” He murmurs, tone scratchy and fuelled with slumber. Iwaizumi groans softly, his stuttered gasp muffled by the pillow that he digs his face into as you sink down onto the length of his cock.

“I’ve got time.” You hiss out meekly, whatever witty remark that was about to leave you flies out of your train of thought immediately.

“Liar. I’m always dragging your ass out of bed because you overslept. You don’t have time to be riding me.” Iwaizumi retorts, tone a little rejected. He wants you, of course he does. But work and attendance are both important, too.

“Please, Haji. Your cock feels so good. Please? I’ll be a good girl, okay? You don’t have to do anything. Just let me.” You plead, tone on the verge of sobbing and you’re already rocking yourself back and forth off his dick. Iwaizumi groans, rolling his eyes open and for a second you can only see his sclera peek out at you. He runs a hand through his hair, arms wrapped around you and he effortlessly shifts himself up into a better, more comfortable sitting position with your weight stacked on top. You squeal underneath him, and a warm and sleepy chuckle hisses from his chest.

“You’re so spoiled. You know that, right?” Iwaizumi murmurs, planting wet and sloppy kisses into your collar bones whilst you slowly bounce up and down his dick— afraid that any larger movements might really just split your legs apart. He whimpers, stifling a yawn because you’re waking him up bit by bit with the way you’re clamping down on his cock.

“You couldn’t have waited until you got back from work? You know I love how sexy you always look in your clothes.”

“Such a silly whore. Not even gonna let me sleep, huh?” Iwaizumi muses, palm connecting with the soft tissue of your ass. Your back arches and you yelp, causing his face to screw once more when you tighten around him. Everything he does is so, so fucking sexy. Iwaizumi knows he’s your weakness, and he’s going to exploit every living second of it.

“N-no.” You gulp, knowing better than to not respond to him. But maybe. It does cross your mind, but then you’d be better off calling a sick day instead of showing up to work at all.

“No? And you’re not even gonna be sorry about it?”

“That’s kinda.. Disrespectful. Don’t you think?”

“N-no! No! Haji! It’s not— I swear! It isn’t—“

Iwaizumi hums in thought, bending his legs up and his hands fly to occupy your waist. His digits clamp down, touch bruising as he holds onto you before starting to fuck a slow, even pace up into your warm cunt. Hushed profanities spill out of him, eyebrows knit when he glances to watch where your bodies connect. It’s another one of his favourite past times. Iwaizumi loves watching the way your small cunt swallows him whole, stretching wide to accommodate him to the hilt. He’ll never get over the fact how someone as petite as you could take in all his dick like that.

“Right. Cause you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He murmurs, leaning forward to briefly kiss your perky nipple. You glance down at Iwaizumi, his jade green gaze stares up at you through sleepy lashes.

“I am your good girl, Haji.” You conclude breathlessly, to which Iwaizumi returns with a small ‘hmm.’ You frown with a pout, body heating up twofold when he takes your tit into his mouth— rough muscle of his tongue earnestly lapping around your bud and he satisfies himself with the way you squirm around his shaft.

“Good girls don’t wake their boyfriends up when they’re trying to sleep, though.” Iwaizumi states, sentence a little bit muffled and unclear from where his mouth is. You yelp when his pearly teeth lightly graze your nipple.

You want to come up with a response, give him a reason or try to persuade him with your point of view. But you can’t. You can’t when his cock drags against your walls, slow and fucking deep. If you were to look down, maybe, just maybe, you’d see the small bulge in your tummy from how his blunt cockhead threatens to kiss your cervix. He’s slow, torturous. You want him to handle you, throw you around like a ragdoll and pound your pussy, face down ass up into the sofa. But Iwaizumi knows this, and he doesn’t.

When you try to fuck yourself dumb off his cock by yourself, Iwaizumi’s iron grip curls into your waist and physically stops you from moving any further.

“Sit still.” He growls, tone low and menacing.

“You wanted my cock, right? So here you are. Is it not enough for you?”

“My good little girl’s being a bit of a slut right now. Aren’t you?”

“Haji! Please. I a-ah!-am! Please, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.” You sob, globs of fat tears staining your skin in the most beautiful way. Iwaizumi, as your lover and protector, feels tempted to wipe your tears away with his thumb. He battles his instincts though, instead opting to reduce you to a fucking mess even further.

He sighs, pulling himself out of your warm cunt with a loud squelch. You whimper, instantly preparing a thousand pleas and ways to convince him to not leave you edged like he’d done many times before, except you notice the same dark look that hazes over his eyes. He’s pissed off, and you can see it in the twitch that tenses his jaw, that handsome little pout he always does and just how tight his chest looks. Iwaizumi could be sleeping right now, but he’s not, because his girlfriend is such a degenerate whore for him.

“All fours.” Iwaizumi barks, motioning with his index in a spinning motion for you to turn around.

At the end of the day, though, he figures it’s okay. He knows he’ll show up to work exhausted and on the brink of death. He knows you’re gonna ask him to take you to work right after he’s done railing you, his cum still stained on the inside of your underwear because there’s just no time. It’s all in good spirit, because he knows he’s going to watch you leave from his car and hurry into the office, trying to walk and fumbling because your legs are so so weak. You’ll snap him a picture of your glistening cunt a few hours after, whilst on your break, leaving him a caption that reads ‘I miss you’ when you know very well he’s already at work, surrounded by his crew.

And the best part? At the end of the day, he gets to repeat the cycle.

All. Over. Again.

Pull you apart, glue you back together. Thin through fucking thin, because he loves you.

Iwaizumi’s hand flies to the back of your neck. You can’t breathe. No, it’s not because he’s choking you. It’s because he’s smashing your face into the pillows, drowning you in a mix of your exhales, droopy saliva and the hot air that wafts off of both your bodies. You pant and heave, desperately searching for air, and every time you resurface? Iwaizumi just shoves your face back down. Judging from how soaked you are around his cock, rings of milky cream slathering him and your entire clit stained damp, as well as the fact that you haven’t blurted out the safe word? You’re enjoying this far more than you should be.

“Fuck. So fucking tight. You’re gonna cum for me, yeah? Cum on my fucking cock.” Iwaizumi grunts, sentences barely stringed together. He sounds almost feral. It’s at that point, and it’s taking him every last ounce of his energy to not collapse because you’re driving him crazy. Every fibre in his body screams at him to stop, but he can’t. He won’t.

“I can’t—“ You refuse, shaking your head. You can’t feel your thighs, not much anyway. You can’t remember how many times Iwaizumi’s brought you onto the brink of an orgasm just to still himself at the very last second. You’ve lost the mental tally of your failed to successful orgasm ratio.

“Yeah. You can.”

“And you will, cause you’re my good girl.”

reblog or i will punch you.

©atsuwh0res 2021.

#haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n

[chil2de]

HI LIV 😙 its been a while !! how are you?? hoping everythings good 🥸 im drinking my coffee rn so im having a good time EHE

also zhonglis banner releases today im AHSBEJDJSJD are u pulling for anybody??

joy beloveds i hope you’re well! sorry for the late ass response lmfaoo i’ve been pretty busy lately,

the horrors known as zhongli banner. i tried pulling him for my full geo team but uh. my zhongli kinda came out pyro. and in the form of c1 LMAOOO

but hey guaranteed baal is pretty sexy so it’s all good. how are your pulls doing? thinking of pulling for ayato?

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:joy. #coffe sounds so good rn #thank you for the reminder <3

[chil2de]

hi

this you baby?

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:vin. #THE PINS IN OUR GC ARE SO BAD #this is abt Zhongli

[chil2de]

hi liv

oh my god it’s the sexy emo pharmacist

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:ren. #what can i get for you sir

[chil2de]

I swear everyone just collectively has a crush on you right now your personality is so attractive

and they say childe kinnies / mains are menaces

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:anonie. #childe main without the childe #nah but. #thank you anon <3

[chil2de]

how dare you make me simp for you? 😡

anonie my love i think you have some competition rn. but i mean, why wouldn’t you simp for me?

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:anonie. #[kaeya’s voice] this will be interesting #this is the start of my harem. liv harem arc

[chil2de]

'kay, i changed my mind. im totally in love with u <3

oh yeah? if you’re so in love with me why aren’t we kissing rn🙄 /j

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:anonie. #and the biting kink? literally be careful. #ur necks looking kinda empty anyways. #/j /j damn we need to like hold hands first

[chil2de]

i just wanna say that that Iwa fic you wrote, “sleepyhead”… yeah literally made my toes curl into the GROUND. YOU REALLY MF SNAPPED WHEN YOU DIDNT HAVE TO OMF.

baby please you’re making me kick my sheets around this is so embarrassing. i love you so much though, thank you<3333 i hope that shit goes down in history as “that iwa fic” because iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer supremacy

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sorry haikyuu fandom genshin has got me feelin a silly goofy mood :/ #especially that ginger war criminal. #damn. love him. who is he?

[chil2de]

hi im kinda in love with u thanks bye :D

kinda? ah, shit. lemme take you out to dinner and i’ll turn that into “i’m totally in love with u”

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:anonie. #don’t be shy promise i don’t bite <3 #unless. you want me to?

[chil2de]

his lesson..

albedo x gn!reader

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[ nsfw themes, grinding, tutor!albedo, handsy reader, wip!!]

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“would you mind explaining it again? i don’t understand”

albedo nodded and gave a small ‘sure’ before starting all over again.

“so you know that the positive ions, cations, are first and the negative, anions, are after yes?”

you nodded looking right up into his beautiful teal eyes. his gaze soon fell onto the paper you were both supposed to look at. as he went on explaining you couldn’t help but just be stare over his frame, letting his calm voice drown out in the background. how you wished to listen to his voice all day, no matter what he’s talking about, you’d listen. your hands moving on their own to his chest, up his shoulders, and down.

“is that a better expla-“

he stopped himself right there and then. the feeling of your warm touch against his. “go on bedo, i’m listening” albedo took in a deep breath and finished his sentence. “was that a better explanation than the last?”

“hmm i think i missed a few details…” you loosely replied. albedo was clearly flustered no doubt but the way he stuttered was something else. albedo was getting fed up. with your hands all over him to your obviously untrue remarks. he was growing impatient.

“well wouldn’t it better to listen when you’re not—nghh…”

a loud groan escaped his chest. your eyes widened with awe and delight; one eye closed as he leaned back against his chair. your innocent looking eyes on his but your hand swiftly grabbing onto his belt. the soft clanking of the metal rubbing against each other was one of the only sounds besides albedo's staggered breathing.

“what’s wrong? you’re all out of breath and haven’t even finished teaching me!”

you pouted like a child who didn’t get their way, your other hand occupied with rubbing down his growing bulge. all this information was too much for albedos touched starved mind to comprehend in the moment.

“come on bedo’ i’m not gonna wait forever” you pushed a few strands of hair out of your face, still maintaining eye contact. he broke it soon after too much happened for him to think.

“you’re gonna be the death of me..”

albedo did not like you acting like you didn’t understand the effect you had on him. treating him as if he were the stupid one by making him repeat himself, touching him while he was in the middle of speaking. how much bolder could you get? were you trying to embarrass him?

how selfish and foolish of you.

still, albedo was having trouble breathing just from your touch alone. albedo tried to speak again, albeit most of it came out a stuttering and panting mess. the feeling of you rubbing down where he needed you most was just about driving him insane. he just wanted you to quit teasing him, why were you even touching him in the first place?

soon after, he felt your soft hands grab at his. guiding his delicate hands to your gentle waist. albedo just about stared in awe of you and your beautiful features. once you saw his reaction, you knew you made the right decision. how much cuter could your tutor get? getting embarrassed to touch you than struggling to even speak to you correctly. he truly was perfect.

a couple of strands of his ashy blonde hair sticking to his forehead. as you whispered into his ear all the things you’d wish he do to you. how you watched his every movement in class; from his handwriting to the way he tried to avert his gaze from you.

he was so bad at hiding how he wanted you more than anything learning could give him.

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#cat = positive ions bc cats are nice and fluffy #anion = bad cause it sounds like onion and makes u cry #but anyways. #thinking. many many thoughts. flustering bedo. him getting fed up and raili— ahem. #albedo smut #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #albedo genshin impact #albedo genshin x reader #albedo kreideprinz #albedo

[chil2de]

oh my god.

i love your writing it actually made me feel.. things... but honestly i badly wanna be xiao's painslut. like he can use me all he want. slap me? go ahead, i'd love it more.

SO FUCKING TRUE NONNIE i kin this ask fr 🤞

character: xiao

genre: explicit porn with plot, fluff at the end (and a little angst if u squint)

summary: you come back home after staying w a friend in mondstadt for a week and xiao blows a fuse upon seeing that it was a male friend

warnings: no prns or gendered terms, afab reader; miscommunication; jealous + possessive (and mean) xiao !!; xiao using you to blow off some steam (id blow him); slapping; spit; orgasm denial / ruined orgasm(s); overstimulation; degradation (name-calling; bitch, slut), dumbification; xiao shoves his fingers in ur mouth 🥳; cervix fucking ????; creampie(s); belly bulge; cockwarming; rlly sweet aftercare

w/c: 5.8k

a/n: uh. idk how this fic got to be this long. with a real plot. but anyway. a big thabk you to my beloveds @ajaxsbeloved , @/scarawh0re , and @artiepooh for helping me come up w ideas and for helping me beta read i love yall 🤞🤞🤞 // also im posting this as a 900 follower special 🥳🥳

"archons, you're pathetic," xiao spat, glaring down at you. the week he had had ............ was full of new emotions; something that can be rather stress-inducing for xiao when left alone since he doesn't know how to put a name to what he's feeling or if it was normal to feel that way or not. but what xiao did know was that he had a very lonely week, and while that was nothing new, it was different this time: it was your absence that made his heart ache.

a week ago, you had left to visit and stay with your friend back in mondstadt, and xiao knew this. you had made sure to tell him several times that you'd be gone for a week and that you'd be staying with your friend in mondstadt as to not disappear on him out of the blue. but now, finally, you were coming home, and xiao was much more excited than he'd care to admit.

watching you walk up the path to the inn from the balcony, xiao was struck with such a sudden, sharp pang of anger upon seeing that the "friend" you were walking back with was some man !? what the fuck. was the first thought that ran through xiao's mind as the wooden handrail cracked and splintered beneath his grip.

head snapping up to observe the inn from where you stood at the base of the stairs on the pavilion, you could've sworn you had heard the sound of something snapping, but after not spotting anything unusual, you adjusted your focus back onto your friend.

"oh! i almost forgot! i got these for you!" he spoke excitedly, reaching into his bag and pulling out a bouquet of flowers.

"cecilias! oh, they're so lovely!" you exclaimed, gingerly taking the bouquet from the tall blond. cecilia flowers were your favorite! you had missed them so much since you had settled down in liyue. "but when did y– how did– i didn't even notice! when did you find the time to get these?"

"right as we were leaving the city, when we were at the gates, and i told you i "forgot" something," he beamed.

"so that's why you told me not to wait up on you! thank you so much, oh my gods, these're perfect! and they smell so nice — oh, i can't wait to show xiao!" you were ecstatic over finally being home and your heart melted at the prospect of seeing xiao again soon. truth be told, he hadn't left your mind once since your trip to mondstadt. sure, you missed home, but you missed xiao even more; you'd even go as far as to call him home.

"i'm so glad we got to hang out this week," you said, wrapping your arms around his broad frame and pulling your friend in for a hug.

"'m glad we got to hang out too," he sighed, hugging you back tightly. "i missed you, y'know."

"i missed you too," you chuckled, stepping away from the hug. "stay safe on the way home, okay?"

"i will, i will," he smiled, beginning to walk away, "tell your boyfriend i said hi, yeah?"

chuckling nervously, you only nodded in acknowledgement as the blond waved you goodbye before heading back the way he came. turning around, you made your way up the staircase, but just as you reached the top, you bumped right into xiao! you hadn't even noticed him standing there, too wrapped up in your own thoughts (mostly about him).

"xiao!" you exclaimed, looking up at him from your place on the stairs. "i missed you so, so much! and look at these pretty flowers my friend gave me! aren't they so lov—"

"who. the fuck. was that?" xiao growled, arms crossed and stern expression unwavering. you could feel the hostility rolling off of him in waves, and you knew he was seething with jealousy. but before you even got any sort of chance to explain, xiao had already snatched you up by your arm and was dragging you off into the inn.

"he's my friend! the one i was staying with in mondstadt! xiao!" but your cries fell on deaf ears. how was xiao supposed to know that was just a "friend"? after he gave you flowers?! and hugged you goodbye? absolutely not.

"friend!?" he hissed, his grip on your arm becoming painfully tight. "do friends embrace one another and gift each other flowers? am i just a friend, then?" xiao's blood was boiling, his possessiveness consuming him entirely; you were his, godsdammit!

now, xiao had you nearly folded in half beneath him; with one leg pinned against your chest — he was sure to leave bruises where his fingertips were — and the other was tossed over his shoulder. the pace he was pounding into you at alone was more than enough to make you sob and cry out, but combined with the position he had you in? xiao had you seeing stars with how deep his thrusts were.

"aa–aah! xiao! ple—ease!" you wailed, voice cracking. surely if he fucked you any harder, he'd knock the air right out of your lungs (talk about rearranging your guts)!

"gods, you– hah, you're so fuckin' noisy," xiao groaned, biting down harshly onto a particularly tender spot on your neck; but just as you opened your mouth to cry out and complain about him biting too hard, he had already shoved two of his fingers in your mouth and was pressing down on your tongue.

eyes rolling into the back of your head at the feeling of xiao fucking both your mouth and your cunt, you went slack-jawed at the overwhelming pleasure. not expecting you to suddenly relax your mouth like that, xiao's fingers slid right over your tongue and his nails hit the back of your throat.

gagging around his hand, xiao brought his fingers to rest on the front of your tongue as your drool covered his fingers and began to pool out from your mouth.

"'m sorry," he muttered, eyes darting away from your gaze as he slowed his movements and moved the hand pinning your thigh to your chest to rest on your hip instead as a silent apology.

"'s okay," you mumbled around his fingers, bringing a careful hand to his cheek. watching as he leaned into your palm, you took notice of just how flushed his cheeks were, and how heavily he was breathing. pushing his fingers the rest of the way out of your mouth with your tongue, you brought your other hand to his face before pulling him in for a kiss.

parting your lips as you felt his tongue brush over your lower lip, you moaned into the kiss whenever you felt xiao suck your tongue into his mouth. smiling and paying no mind to the thin string of spit that followed your lips as you pulled away, you gazed deeply into xiao's amber eyes, the lustfully foggy haze beginning to recede as he caught his breath and began to (emotionally) recollect himself.

"what's got you all worked up?" you questioned softly. even though you had a (very) pretty good idea about what was bothering him, you'd much rather hear xiao confess his own troubles.

mumbling something unintelligible, you were about to ask him to repeat himself until he suddenly withdrew his aching length from your sloppy cunt before slamming back into you again with a renewed vigor.

"wha—ah! x–xiao!" you sobbed, grabbing onto his biceps for support. you were grasping at straws trying to stay coherent enough to talk to the yaksha. "c–c'mon, 's the ma— mmfh!"

"you talk too much," xiao grumbled, shoving his fingers back into your mouth mid-sentence. he was back to being rough with you again, but this time his gaze was much softer and his eyes were glassy with an emotion that you couldn't quite place (something akin to adoration, perhaps?).

whimpering as xiao's fingers began to massage your tongue, you let out a squeal when you felt his free hand pinch a trail up your inner thigh before ghosting over your clit and pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out and arch further up against him.

"you're so fuckin' nasty," xiao spat, glowering down at you as he forced his fingers further down your throat, taking pleasure in the way you choked and drooled around his digits. now, while xiao was normally a little hesitant to be so rough with you, he was absolutely brimming over with anger, and jealousy, and ......... and heartache.

"why wouldn't you tell me your friend was a guy? that you were — were staying with some man?" oh. but xiao didn't let you answer, instead his fingers began to toy with your neglected clit, while he continued, "were you– ah! were you gonna tell me at all?" he panted, voice wavering.

removing his fingers from your mouth to give you a chance to speak, you sobbed, "'m sorry! 'm so sorry, baby! to—ooh, fuck! nnhg f–feels good!" you were clinging to the last shard of your coherency; you wanted to talk xiao down so bad, to explain things to him, but fuck if he wasn't making that so insanely difficult. (truthfully speaking, there would be no "talking him down," while he was like this, and a part of you knew that. maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let him fuck out his emotions and then comfort him after ............) "t–tohma's just — he's my fr—!"

smack! before you could even process what had just happened, xiao already had a genuinely bruising grip on your jaw, and his face was so close to yours that you could make out the lightest little dusting of freckles scattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"don't," he growled, grip somehow getting tighter (it was enough to bring a wave of fresh tears to your eyes). "don't you fucking dare say his name." and to emphasize his point, xiao spat right on your cheek!

nearly squealing at the wet feeling of his spit on your cheek, you gasped out an "ew!" as xiao began to nip at your jaw and trail bitemarks down the side of your neck.

"xiao, b–baby, you ca– aa! can't get so wor–worked u—! mm, fuck! xiao! please baby! you—you can't get so possessive over me like this ev–everytime i'm with—"

"with someone who isn't me? with some other man?" he growled, digging his nails into your hips, and lifting them up off the bed, as he slammed into you like he was intent on breaking you. "and why not, hm? you and your drooling cunt sure don't seem to mind." xiao emphasized his statement with a thrust so hard you actually felt the air get knocked out of your lungs as your eyes crossed and rolled into the back of your head.

"aa–aah! hhnh f–fuck! xiao! xiao!" you sobbed, clinging onto his shoulders, nails leaving little bloody crescent marks. you could feel the tip of his dick bullying its way into your cervix every time he thrust into you, and it was turning your brain into absolute mush. any and all coherent thoughts or desires to talk him down from this little temper tantrum he was throwing right now were tossed out the window as you gave into the mind-numbing pleasure and let xiao continue to abuse your poor cunt and puffy clit.

you let out a long, drawn-out whine of frustration whenever xiao stilled his movements and gave you a moment to breathe for the nth time right as you were about to cum.

"have i finally fucked you stupid?" he smirked, face suddenly millimeters from yours again.

nodding dumbly in acknowledgement of his words, you didn't even fully comprehend his question; right now, the only things you could focus on were how close his lips were to yours, and how badly you wanted to kiss him, how good he was fucking you, and how badly you needed to cum.

"pl–please! please, xiao! n–need it so bad!" you begged, legs beginning to shake.

"need what, bitch? how am i s— fuck! fuck, y–you're so tight! — am i supposed to know what you want unless you use your words, hm?" xiao mocked, pinching your clit and laughing at you when a pitchy, broken moan left your lips and your back arched all the way off the bed while you clung to and shook against him as you reached your peak, gushing all over his cock — but xiao did nothing to help you ride out your high, instead he pulled out entirely while you hiccupped and sobbed beneath him.

"aa–aah! fuck! n–not fair!" you sniffled as tears fell freely from your eyes and clouded your vision over. "xiaao! you're— you're so mean!"

"mean? you think i'm mean? i'll show you mean," he sneered, grabbing the backs of both your thighs and pinning them against your chest before burying himself balls deep in your oversensitive cunt with no warning.

"aa—! hhnh f–fuck! xiao! s–sensitive! 'm too sensitive! pl–please! 's too much! o–oh! c–can't ta—"

a resounding smack! cut you off mid-complaint, followed by a sharp sting on your cheek.

"you'll take whatever i fucking give you, so quit your bitchin'," xiao growled as he felt your pussy flutter around his cock, gummy walls trying to suck him back in everytime he pulled out. "a–ah, shit. don't tell me you like being treated like this? l–like being slapped around like a stupid lil' slut?"

"n–no! i don't!" you lied, ears burning and face flushed at his shameful words. you loved it whenever xiao was rough with you like this, but you were absolutely humiliated at how turned on you were and how close you were to cumming again, so you continued to lie. "i— aah! i d–don't like it!"

"lying again? i thought you knew better than that, mm?" another smack!

"a–again?" you choked out, biting down on your lower lip to try to stop it from trembling as a fresh wave of tears ran down your pretty cheeks. what was xiao talking about? your brain was far too fogged over with pleasure to try to recall when, or if, you had lied to him tonight.

"earlier. about your "friend,"" xiao spat out the last word like it was venom in his mouth, and you felt his nails dig so hard into your thighs, you were sure he broke skin.

even then, it still took you a moment to process who xiao was talking about; your body jolting with each thrust, and your mind totally hazed over, right on the verge of cumming again.

"o–oh!" you gasped, things finally clicking. "y–you mean to—ooh! t–tohma, fuck!" what awful timing. right as you had started to say tohma's name, xiao had pressed the calloused pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit and began to rub quick, tight circles against it, triggering your second orgasm of the night.

uh-oh. you watched as xiao's eye twitched in anger and an animalistic growl left his throat as he bared his fangs at you and bit down hard on the column of your throat.

"you just can't get his fucking name out of your mouth, can you?" he fumed as you let out a loud squeal, your eyes screwing shut from the overstimulation, and also so you wouldn't have to look at xiao — his gaze was piercing and animalistic, and it made you squirm beneath him in anticipation of whatever he was planning on doing to you next.

unappreciative of your lack of response, xiao ran his tongue over the place he had bitten and twisted one of your nipples between his fingers. "can you?"

"n–nngh! n–no! 'm sorry! ah! o–oh, xiao! xiao! you— aah! ah! ooh, f–fuck baby, please! s–so sensitive! n'more!" you were delirious and cross-eyed with pleasure, and your words slurred as you whined pathetically.

burying his hand in your hair, xiao yanked on it harshly before growling out, "i'm gonna make you cum again, n' this time," he emphasized his words with another particularly sharp thrust that made you keen, "you're gonna moan – ah! fuck! – my name. got it?" the hand that was in your hair slid down to your cheek to pat it condescendingly while you nodded feebly at his demand.

chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, xiao leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips; but you didn't give him the chance to pull away, wrapping your arms around his neck and sloppily pressing your lips against his, instead. teeth clacking for a moment at first, it didn't take long at all for xiao to melt into the kiss — no matter how angry or jealous or ill-tempered he may be, xiao would never pass up a chance to kiss you; they always seemed to work some sort of magic over him, often bringing him back to his senses or grounding him, and this kiss was no exception.

you felt xiao moan into the kiss whenever your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, tugging at it weakly in a futile attempt to pull him closer against yourself. parting your lips slightly, you brushed your tongue over his bottom lip, before deciding to take the initiative and stick your tongue in his mouth.

your confidence was very quickly dashed, however, whenever xiao nipped at your tongue before sucking on it. now you were the one moaning into the kiss as xiao trailed two fingers down your side, pinching anywhere he could, before finally coming down to play with your clit.

"mm, fuck. 'm close again, baby," you murmured against his lips, but xiao didn't hear a thing you said, too wrapped up in his own thoughts of how he was gonna ruin you. just barely pulling away, he grabbed your face in a way that squished your cheeks and made your lips pout.

"open your mouth," he said, voice soft, but firm. nodding, you did as he said, and you even stuck out your tongue! (you had a feeling you knew what he was about to do.) but instead of spitting in your mouth the way you expected, xiao parted his lips and let his tongue loll out of his mouth, watching with an almost feral glint in his eyes as a thick glob of spit fell from his tongue and onto yours.

moaning at the feeling of his spit falling onto your tongue, a shiver ran up your spine when xiao leaned in again to whisper in your ear telling you not to swallow it.

nipping at your earlobe to punctuate his command, xiao let out a quiet moan at his own, rapidly approaching, orgasm. it was a wonder he hadn't cum sooner, really; normally he was so sensitive and hardly lasted five minutes — something he made up for with his inhumane stamina.

biting down on the sweet spot of your neck, you gasped and your tongue lolled out of your mouth at the feeling of xiao sucking over the same spot instead of biting you somewhere else like he usually would have (he was the type to bite you, not to take his time leaving real hickies).

after deciding that the mark he left was dark enough, xiao moved to another spot, and then another, gradually biting and sucking his way up your neck. but whenever he reached your jawline, xiao paused for a moment, a devious little idea coming to mind; it was when you opened your mouth to ask him to keep biting you, much to your embarrassment, that xiao licked a long stripe up from your jawline to your cheek, and it was the whimpers and moans of near-disgust from you that had xiao's hips stuttering as he came hard inside you.

"aa–aah! fuck, you feel so good! s–so, so good!" xiao's words of praise paired together with the feeling of him cumming so deep in you was enough to make you arch violently against him and cum for a third time tonight; but once again, xiao didn't bother to help you ride out your orgasm, because he had pulled out right as you came, and shifted his position so that he was eye-level with your cunt, watching as your pussy spasmed and convulsed around nothing and his cum began to drip from your hole.

"xiao! xiao! aa–aah—! nnhn n–not fair!" you sobbed, eyes glassy and vision unfocused. "please! pl–please xiao! you're not– not fair at all!"

"not fair? you don't think i'm being fair?" he mocked, looking up at you from between your legs. all you could do was nod weakly in response, too fucked out to properly reply. "what isn't fair," he began, two fingers scooping his cum back into you, "is that you've cum thrice now, and i've only gotten off once," he finished, licking a long, hot stripe up your cunt before taking your puffy clit into his mouth and letting his tongue play with the poor bundle of nerves.

"aah! ah! sens — sensitive! ah! xiao! n'more, n'more! please! c–can't! hhnh fuck!" your hands flew to xiao's hair in a pathetic attempt to push him away, but xiao wasn't paying you any mind. instead, he blew a puff of cold air on your clit and chuckled meanly when your whole body jerked in response.

releasing his grip on your thighs, xiao roghted himself and pulled you onto his lap, your chest flush against his. looking at him with bleary eyes, you tilted your head in confusion, fucked too dumb to understand what he wanted you to do. giving your hips a squeeze, xiao lifted you up enough to where he could line his still–hard cock up with your dripping cunt.

you mewled weakly and dug your nails into his chest in protest, but a small, sadistic smirk played at the corners of his lips as xiao dropped your full weight onto his cock, his tip kissing the entrance to your cervix.

"aah! xiaao! o–oh! please! 'm so — 'm so fuckin' sensi— ah! ah! too sensitive! hhnh fuck! xiao! c–can't!"

smack! your head flew to the side from the force of the impact, and you let it hang there limply while xiao told you that he was "tired" of doing all the work and that it was "your turn" to get him off.

shaking your head and burying your face in the crook of his neck, you let out a breathy, broken whine and jolted in his lap when xiao smacked your ass so hard that it only took moments for a handprint to appear.

"i'm not asking you to, i'm telling you to. it's unfair that i've only cum once, don't you think?"

"aa yes, b–but—"

"but nothing," he sneered, yanking your head from his neck by your hair and taking your jaw in a vice-like grip, "i know you're not this dumb, so i'll tell you one more time: stop acting like a stupid fuckin' slut and do as you're told for once, bitch." xiao punctuated his sentence by spitting on your cheek, his free hand seizing your wrist in an aching grip whenever your hand instinctively flew to your face in a failed attempt to wipe off his spit.

"now," he growled, nipping at the flesh of your collarbones, and it was all you could do to whine and nod in obedience. bracing yourself, you let out a shaky breath as you forced your legs to lift yourself off his twitching length until just the tip was left in you before teasingly sinking back down on the first couple of inches. you tried to gauge xiao's reactions as closely as you could; you were still borderline delirious, drunk on the feeling of xiao's cock — how well he stretched you out, and how good he felt inside you.

you felt your tummy fill up with butterflies and voice catch in your throat whenever your legs gave out from under you, forcing you to take the rest of him, right up to the base.

"aa–aah! ah! mm, fuck!" xiao whimpered, his head falling back as his lips parted in pleasure. "jus— just like that, ah!" his moans were breathy, and somewhat feminine in nature, and they only served to fuel the fire in your core, desperate to hear more of his pretty noises.

it didn't take much longer until xiao had wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, hands grabbing at whatever they could, pulling you as close as possible against him and keeping you (mostly) in place while his hips rutted up into you as he came for a second time tonight.

"f–feels so good, you feel so good — ah! ooh fuck," he praised, words slurred and mind hazed over in foggy pleasure.

slumping against his chest, you let out a barely audible whine of protest whenever you felt xiao squeeze your hips again, wordlessly telling you that you weren't done yet. scowling at your lack of reaction, xiao clicked his tongue before digging his nails into the flesh of your hips so hard you actually felt a small trickle of blood roll down your heated skin.

"xiao! a–ah! hurts!" your sentences were choppy and breathless, and held no real weight.

"oh? it hurts?" xiao's tone was mocking, but you were too fucked out and cockdrunk to really notice, naïvely nodding against his neck, thinking that he would finally show you some sort of mercy. "'s that why you're droolin' all over me like a bitch in heat, then? why you're still trying to grind against me? i think that you just don't wanna be the one doing all the work."

"n–no!" you choked, slinging your arms around his shoulders, and biting down harshly on xiao's neck, face flushed from his shameful words. what's worse is that he wasn't entirely wrong either! the line between pleasure and pain had long since blurred, and you weren't sure where the pleasure ended and the pain began, but it really didn't matter, not to you nor to xiao; all you knew was that you felt so good and you didn't want it to end.

"no? you do wanna do the work?"

"no!" you echoed, glassy eyes locking with his own honey-colored irises. the look xiao gave you was enough to send shivers down your spine — he looked just about ready to devour you whole; with his pupils blown wide, and hair that was far beyond disheveled, you watched as his kiss-swollen, spit-soaked lips curled into a coquettish smirk.

"so what do you want, hm?" xiao was just toying with you at this point, twisting your words and using them against you, laughing at you as your lip quivered and a fresh set of tears threatened to spill over your lashline.

"you! i–i want you, xiao! please!" your voice was hoarse and scratchy, and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, but none of that mattered. all you wanted, all you could think about, was xiao.

you felt a deep chuckle reverberate in his chest and the next thing you knew, you were flat on your back again, with xiao's face barely an inch away from yours. leaning in to close the gap, you whined in desperation and disappointment whenever xiao pulled away from you, an almost taunting smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"k–kiss! i wan — wanna kiss!"

"always so needy," he teased before leaning back in and capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. unbothered by the slight clacking of teeth, xiao was quick to lick his way into your mouth, keen on swallowing up all your pretty moans and whimpers.

your fingers found purchase tangled in his hair while your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, in attempt to somehow pull him even closer against yourself.

whining whenever he broke the kiss, xiao hushed you by placing his index finger over your lips, before cupping your jaw in one hand.

"stick out your tongue," he breathed, and you did as he said without hesitation. xiao leaned in just a little bit more, his mouth right over yours. watching his tongue fall from his mouth, it took every ounce of self restraint you had to not snap your mouth shut when you felt his drool ooze onto your tongue. his spit was cool against your hot tongue and the feeling made you cringe internally.

xiao's fingers wasted no time going back to poking and prodding around in your mouth, taking his time to massage your tongue and spread his drool around. looking up at xiao with misty eyes, he felt his dick twitch inside you at the lewd expression on your face, causing a quiet moan to slip past his lips.

"mmnm x–xiao," you mewled around his fingers, giving his hair a sharp tug.

"hm?" he hummed in response, bringing his fingers to rest on your lips. and just like that, you had him spellbound. the feelings xiao got whenever he kissed you never dwindled over time (quite the opposite, really), and he'd even go as far to call it magic; to him, your kisses were like a cure-all.

"i — i want you! hhhn so bad! w–wanna cum with you please," you begged, bringing your hands back from his hair to gently cup his face. and fuck, when you begged so sweetly, who was he to say no?

grabbing one of your wrists, he placed a gentle kiss to the pulse point before intertwining his hand with yours and pinning it down on the bed near your head before doing the same to your other wrist. leaning down to kiss you once more, xiao began to pick up his pace as his tongue licked flatly over the roof of your mouth and mapped out all the little grooves and ridges of your teeth.

whimpering into his mouth, your back arched violently up off the bed at the feeling of xiao's cock perfectly ramming into your g-spot.

"aa–aah! there! r–right there!" is what you would've sobbed out if xiao hadn't been so preoccupied with sucking your tongue into his mouth, but he seemed to get the message anyway, pounding into your abused cunt with a renewed force.

xiao moaned loudly at the feeling of your pussy fluttering and clamping down tightly around his oversensitive dick, which, in turn, had you gushing around him and wishing that xiao let himself moan more often.

dipping his head down and breaking the kiss, xiao shuddered at the sight of a slight bulge in your tummy, and it was enough to make his hips stutter as he let out a deliciously sinful whimper. unlacing one of his hands from yours, xiao brought your hand down to rest on your lower tummy before placing his hand atop yours, forcing you to feel him thrust in and out of you.

"aa–aah! xiao! xiao! xiao! ple—ah! please! 'm so close," you wailed as he put a little pressure on the bulge.

"i — hhnh fuck! me too," xiao groaned, thrusts becoming sloppier and more erratic. "just ha–hang on, okay?" nodding frantically in response, xiao's lips were back over yours as he pounded into you like his life depended on it.

it didn't take much longer until you were both moaning into the kiss as you came with a cry, and xiao's hips stilled as he buried himself to the hilt before cumming deep and hard inside you; but he made no attempt to pull out after, instead flopping down limply against you and resting his head against your chest. but it wasn't like you really minded, both of you were much too tired and fucked out to care about anything else.

"hey," you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the little purple diamond on his forehead, and xiao glanced up at you blearily as he adjusted his arms to wrap around your waist. "i love you so much, xiao. so, so much. you're my friend too, yeah, but you're also so much more," you yawned, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear, chuckling quietly at how quickly his entire face turned beet red and how he buried his face in the crook of your neck so you couldn't tease him for it.

you heard him mutter something against your neck before placing a kiss on the bruised skin, but you didn't get the chance to ask him to repeat himself because he had already cleared his throat and whispered a quiet "i love you too" back.

"you are my home, xiao. not mondstadt, not liyue, but you. as long as i have you, i'll always have a home," you whispered as your eyelids drooped and your fingers ran through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp. your eyes shot open, however, when you felt something hot and wet fall against your neck as xiao's arms tightened around you.

gently tugging at his hair to try to get him to look at you, xiao felt his breath hitch when you asked him what was the matter. how was he supposed to tell you that those were the softest, most soul-melting words anyone had ever said to him? how was he supposed to tell you that in all his two thousand years, he's never felt so safe or vulnerable around anyone?

reluctantly pulling his head from your neck, xiao looked at you with glassy eyes and a violent blush on his cheeks, and he only felt his skin grow warmer whenever you cupped his face so gently and kissed him so tenderly he felt his heart melt entirely. he was putty in your hands as you kissed his tears away before finishing with a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"there, no more tears. now let's get some sleep, yeah?" you smiled softly at him, and xiao just nodded in response, placing his head back on your chest. a comfortable silence fell over the room, and right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a low, but soft, sound coming from somewhere in the room. it took you a moment to register the sound as a purr and it was coming from none other than xiao himself. a dopey grin fell over your face as you continued to play with his hair until you eventually fell asleep, fully blissed out.

masterlist.

#CALI #CKAFJFHDHHDHDHDGFHSHDHDH #BROOOOOOOOOOOOO???????????? #...... #imm. #oh my god #him. this is him #good soup the best soup this was so fucking good #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao x reader smut #xiao smut

[chil2de]

HOW THE GENSHIN BOYS REACT WHEN YOU THINK THEY’RE ABOUT TO GIVE YOU HEADPATS

pairing(s). kaeya x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader, thoma x gn!reader, gorou x gn!reader

genre. fluff. hella fluff. + LIKE A HINT of suggestive themes

an. first and foremost, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONEEE !!! here’s my gift in celebration of 2022 <3 this was inspired from a cdrama i watched and i literally had to write about it when i brainstormed the vague idea of these hcs. I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE FOR MORE CHARACTERS !!! but i feel like if i did it all in one post it’d be too long !! so for now i offer you these boys <33

kaeya alberich

he was confused at first but immediately understood your intentions. so perceptive of him insert heart eyes you thought he was going to give you head pats but all you received was a pat on the shoulder.

you just stood there like🧍‍♀️bitch where are my head pats 💔⁉️ and kaeya can’t contain his laughter because the expression you made is just way too adorable for him to handle. your doe eyes look at him confusedly while your fingertips play with your nails, nervous.

you know you kinda resemble a lovesick puppy, maybe he’ll tell you that later to get a reaction out of you. he loves the faces you make 🥰

after he’s had his laugh, a hand will sit on his hip with his head tilted to the side, his free hand gives you what you deserve: HEAD PATS 😩😍😍‼️

and right away do you lean into his hand. and i swear to GOD☝🏼✝️ kaeya almost nosebleeds at the sight of you acting like this because you’re literally about as touched starved as he is SO ITS DOUBLE THE WIN HERE 🤑🤑

“sweetheart, when were you so fond of my hands?” you know that thing he does when he lifts his brow [ bumps into a wall ] along with that cocky side grin [ trips over chair and crashes into window ] yeah his stance is just [ ambulance sirens and helicopters landing ]

and don’t tell him his gloved hands were one of the first things you noticed when you met him because if you do ✋ good luck dealing with his inflated ego 🙄 /j

even when you’re enjoying the attention you’re receiving you don’t miss that glint in his eye that makes it look like he’s fallen for you all over again ☹️☹️‼️ (please he doesn’t have the guts to say it but his gaze tells you everything, its literally oozing in love for you).

diluc ragnvindr

you’re going to have to give this guy a few seconds before it clicks bestie 😭🙏🏼 he has no idea why your head tilted like that when he was just trying to pull you in for a hug 😭😭😭

he hums in confusion, looking briefly from his hand to your head. “what is it?” he asks and you look like a deer caught in head lights, blinking at him because did you really just try attempting that just now 😬👎🏼

you shake your head to shrug the topic off but diluc is persistent 😠🥰 he wants to know what you’re thinking so you give in and tell him you thought he was going to give you head pats.

he didn’t know it was a form of affection 🥺😓 so you can’t blame him for not knowing HOWEVER ☝🏼😳 you didn’t realise how eager he was to try it out.

“like this?” his hand gently caresses your head before giving it those gentle pats that overflow your heart in love.

you’re loosing every bit of your sanity with every second you stare at diluc because he’s able to carefully and successfully execute what you described to him 😩🙏🏼🙏🏼‼️

there’s a small blush on his cheeks that you will tease him about later but for now you’ll just sit silently, enjoying the warmth and the closeness you have with him ☺️

zhongli

he raises a brow at your actions. “yes my dear?” and you look up at him like oh 😀 he didn’t get that ‼️ which is fine because now all you have to do is explain what head pats are while he listens to you intently with those amber eyes of his.

you end up trailing off (can’t even blame you at this point 😪🙏🏼) because you can’t focus on making proper, coherent sentences when he’s looking at you like THAT 😖❌❌

god he’s so attractive he chuckles at your flustered expression, for some reason he doesn’t understand that he has this effect on people. guess you could say baizhu’s got extra customers because of this oblivious adeptus.

he leans down just a bit so he can meet your height, lifting his hand to gently pat your head. your eyes widen because you absolutely CANNOT believe you’re getting head pats from zhongli 🚶‍♀️

you’re looking at zhongli, unknowingly leaning into his touch because wow he looks so pretty the way he pets the crown of your head so delicately is making your heart burst into cherry blossoms 😻😻💟

“this seems to be quite effective.” zhongli’s voice comes out of nowhere and you’ve finally focused your gaze to realise that you were blankly staring at his lips 😐

HE CHUCKLES AND🧍‍♀️..…🧎‍♀️…..🐕 HMNNGH 🥵✝️✝️ YKNOW THE LOW CHUCKLE HE MAKES ❓❓ yeah . the sound that shakes everyones hearts 😫🥰‼️ AND brings their knees to the ground 😮‍💨🙏🏼 mmm

he pauses the head pats for a moment before observing your very obvious heated face. “there’s no need to be shy, y/n, aren’t we a couple? you can ask for kisses whenever you like.” he smiles innocently but his voice is laced with cheekiness.

zhongli has to help sit you down after that interaction. you tell him your legs suddenly felt weak but—oh, hey, is that steam flying out of your ears? you also seem to be sensitive to his touches now ☺️☺️☺️

childe

he wonders what you were doing, leaning your head like that when he was trying to put an arm around your shoulders. it only hits him after you try changing the topic. “baby, do you like head pats? luckily for you, i’m a natural 😝 my siblings love getting head pats from me too ☺️”

he’s such a family man my god let me have your children ple you can only nod your head at him 🙂🙂 but you didn’t think childe would be so ecstatic about head pats like why is he the one literally vibrating in excitement right now 🧍‍♀️

“uh… you wanna pat my head now then?” you offer and childe happily agrees with stars in his eyes 🤕🤧

and my god 🛐🛐 sure he pats his siblings heads but you weren’t expecting him to be so good at this 😐 like you’re literally on the verge of falling asleep now, eyelids heavy and your body is leaning on him now. he’s just so comfortable to sleep on 😌 great for those with horrendous sleeping schedules

“my little darling you are the cutest.” childe cups your face all of a sudden and now your face is way too close to his so you try to pull away but he doesn’t let you ☺️ because why would he when he could watch the gears in your head turn, rendering you speechless 😌🙏🏼

“if it cheers you up then i’ll be happy to give you head pats anytime!” PLEASE HE’S SO GRRRRRR 😖😖🥰

thoma

“oh i’m sorry were you expecting—” you stop him from saying a word because now you’re experiencing embarrassment from that 😰🥶 you apologise immediately, you knew he was just trying to give you a friendly pat on the shoulder but for some reason your head thought of something else 😓

he’s a human golden retriever. he obviously doesn’t give a damn, its totally fine 😌 things like that happen. he’s so understanding about it too ☹️☹️ he makes sure you don’t think about it too much with his conversational skills and BOYYY does it work like a charm ✋😵‍💫

but he thinks about it after a while and. well. now he wants to try it out. so after showering you in compliments and heartfelt words towards your passions and career, he takes the chance to casually pat your head 😁😁 COLLECT YOUR REWARDS BABY

you freeze🧍‍♀️like immediately🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️because 1) you got what you wanted 😋😛‼️ and 2) how the fuck did he do that so naturally 🧐❓❓you didn’t even feel the lingering embarrassment from what happened earlier too.

thoma giggles cheekily to himself when you avoid his eyes. he really doesn’t want to tease you any further but he just can’t help it ‼️‼️ look at your poor face, you barely have the dignity to look at him anymore 😣😓🆘

so he sighs, taking your hand so he was making you pat his head instead you sat there like. huh 😧 what is even happening anymore 🤔😳 but hey 😉‼️ at least you’re looking at him now 😚‼️‼️

gorou

he knew on the SPOT what you thought he was gonna give you and you’re embarrassed by it while he tells you theres no need to shy away 😌‼️ even he likes head pats 😆‼️‼️especially if you scratch behind his ears while doing so.

like if anybody knows how to give head pats then its gotta come from the dog itself. well. half dog. but same thing technically 😋🕶🤏 and hes actually pretty shy about it too ☹️💟💟

you’d think he’s one to receive head pats a lot but really he doesn’t want anyone knowing its his weakness because they could surely get away with almost anything if they scratched that one spot behind his ears. so he doesn’t tell you about his weakness to head pats BUT he did want to know if you enjoyed them too.

“i’m sorry, i thought you—” he cuts you off, tail wagging curiously behind him as his hand moves towards your head, petting it and caressing the back of your head. your breath hitches, like immediately, all your coherent thoughts thrown out the window 🪟🧠⛹️‍♀️💨

“do you like head pats too? i, for one, sure do.” gorou says cheerfully while you’re experiencing an internal crisis because you didn’t think you’d make it this far and now that you’ve achieved your goal your next reaction is delayed.

“uh… hm… yeah r- right there, that’s nice,” you mumble under your breath, fighting the urge to close your eyes and lean into his touch 🤕💢💢 (to which you will fail at trying)

gorou grins, watching you slowly but surely give into the pleasure of his head pats, schooching himself closer to you so you could lean on him as he did 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🥰

#AAAAAAAAAA #SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UUUUUUUUUP #joy this was so cute i i i i. #childe and zhongli i cannot take this anymore #sobbing real tears #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #thoma x reader #gorou x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #kaeya fluff #diluc fluff

[chil2de]

No, I have to agree, your theme is fucking FIRE. I think people who have bold colours are sexy as fuck <3 pls also Childe apologists? Yes. I've been wanting that man to rail me with a knife to my throat for, uh, since he existed

come on now. we both know you’re sexy too, and your theme? fuck that shade of green is so pretty. honestly i could stare at it all day

holy shit because me too??? he could literally rob me. ask me to give him all my money. my purse. all my prized possessions. everything. and i would gladly do it with a smile. also the ... knife to the throat? that’s just. oh my god. many many thoughts rn. childe knows ur not gonna disobey him but, where’s the fun if it’s not at least a little sinister? he is an antagonist, after all

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:lily. #tbh... this but with his melee? and like. how the hydro spears would feel on your throat #dying. levitating. combusting. evaporating.

[chil2de]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT YOUR THEME LIKE ???? GORGEOUS MUCH ???? PLEASE TEACH ME ???? ALSO you like tartaglia I see you he happens to be my oldest son so if you let me slide into your inbox and talk to you some I'll allow him to go out with you

oh my god. you’re tartaglia’s guardian? he keeps talking about u i promise i can cook and clean and i’ll bring home the fish

and my theme? please. how about we talk about yours, hm? it’s so pretty to look at <3

#🌀1NCOMING.PNG #sender:day. #my dms are open anytime ^^ #feel free to slide in baby (:

[chil2de]

LIV MY LOVE 😍☺️‼️ HAPPY NEW YEAR GIRLIE im glad i could be moots with u 😔 ur vibes are super welcoming and warm, which made me super comfy when interacting with you 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you for treating me so kindly even tho we became moots quite recently ☹️‼️ ily liv 😚😋

JOY<3<3<3 my beloveds omfg the. the girlie. im passing out.

happy new year princess i hope 2022 treats you well. you deserve it! we’ve literally known each other for a year now it’s 2022 wym we only became mutuals recently😔🤚

okay all seriousness i love you too!! im always over here cackling and smiling and kicking the sheets whenever i see u in my inbox it’s kinda embarrassing /hj

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:joy. #aaaaa this made me so soft. #careful or im going to have to ask you to sign the marriage papers😐

[chil2de]

professor!zhongli getting angry that you chose his best student:albedo instead of him to tutor you??

here! holy shit. sorry this took me so long lmao

#🌀1NCOMING.png #sender:anonie. #upcoming xiao piece goes brrrrrr

[chil2de]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 — zhongli.

💌: “professor!zhongli getting angry that you chose his best student:albedo instead of him to tutor you??”

a/n: all u zhongli fuckers come get ur juice. albedo stans are welcome with open arms, too.

tags: afab reader, love triangle: albedo!reader!zhongli, prof!zhongli (obviously), use of ‘sir’, spanking, unprotected sex, pet names ‘love, darling, dear’, sub/dom, possessive zhongli, semi-public sex / voyeurism, zhongli’s kinda lowkey mean, dacryphilia, size kinks, degradation: ‘whore’, thigh riding

c.w: student/professor relationship

w.c: 3.5k

There seems to be some sort of nondescript tension whenever you’re around professor Zhongli. Usually you’d simply shrug the ordeal off, claiming it’s just a jittery university experience. Touches that, although feathery and lightweight, had an underlying message towards them. Zhongli’s strong hand would lean the back of your chair if you ever heeded his aid. He’d lean in beside you, glancing at your laptop screen as his brunette locks fell to ornate the slim space between you two. His shoulders would hover against yours, fuelling that kindling desire in your very being. He’d make the effort to give you small shoulder pats or ‘accidentally’ ghost his fingertips against your spine— revering in the way you would lean into his touch, constantly battling the urge for more and more.

It isn’t particularly unheard of to hear about students dating professors, more or less them hooking up with one. And yet? Zhongli finds it extremely commendable. The way you try to act as though the thought hasn’t crossed your mind, like your thighs don’t ache and squeeze whenever he gives you as much as a simple, small smile from across the lecture hall. He holds you in high regard because it’s so fascinating to him the way your mind works, and why you won’t just give into your animalistic desires.

If Zhongli were to really think about it, though, he’s uncertain as to why he hasn’t told you about how pretty you’d look bent over his desk.

And, of course, your academic prowess. Right. That’s another reason he holds you in high regard.

Though you might not be his best student, it’s convenient to note that your ‘high dedication’ translates over into your works.

So therefore, cold sweat will never fail to be your personal reminder towards an untimely doom every time you think about disappointing professor Zhongli. He may do his absolute best in maintaining his monotone, stony exterior whenever he passes you back a paper that wasn’t up to par. But you can always, always hear it in his voice. The gentle, sugar coated reassurance and yet there’s that twinge of venom in his tone. It’s because Zhongli knows what you’re capable of. And why wouldn’t he? You are one of his students, and he knows exactly what your writing styles like. It’s not like you to get such a.. mediocre grade.

“Professor Zhongli I—“ You clear your throat after mustering your courage to speak about this affair with him in the first place. He glances up from his stack of papers that cake his desk in a disarray, pools of warm honey orbs watching you intently.

“Are you alright?” He inquires, noting the lack of confidence in your posture and overall demeanour.

You swallow the lump in your throat, mentally psyching yourself until ultimately you decide to back down.

“Nothing. I—Um. Thanks for teaching us today. I’ll see you tomorrow, sir?” You sputter, tearing your gaze away from him almost immediately.

Zhongli can only sit there, astounded. He blinks once, twice. Then thrice. He still does not get it.

Thanks for teaching us today? Well, it’s not like he’s forced to be here. This is his job, after all.

“Are you having difficulties understanding the current assignment?” Zhongli quips, and a prolonged groan draws out of you. You’ve successfully managed to draw out his investigative zone, something that he particularly excels at as a teacher.

“No, sir. I understand the current assignment very well, thank you.” You squeak, causing Zhongli to perk a brow at your idiosyncrasies. He clears his throat, ignoring the pathetic way your breath just deflated like helium hissing out of a balloon.

“Would you like me to tutor you?” He inquires, briefly glancing up at you as his wrist continues to scrawl against paper. You’re almost certain that he can hear your heart pound when he instigates the proposal. His amber gaze flickers to your lips, even if very briefly, before meeting your gaze again.

You would love absolutely nothing more than for Zhongli to bend you over his desk, but you don’t think you could withstand being privately tutored by him. He tends to.. drone on. A lot.

“Huh. Well. A—“ You begin thoughtlessly, mindless garbage spilling out of you before you can even think twice.

“A?” Zhongli reiterates, drawing out the syllable in hopes of getting you to speak up.

“Albedo! Yeah. Albedo’s tutoring me today.” You gasp, playing off your demeanour suavely by acting as though you just recollected your plans to meet up with him. It’s crafty and intelligent, Zhongli thinks. Might have worked on the average human, but it'll never work on him. Besides, he was nothing short of the CEO of menaces during his younger years.

“Albedo’s tutoring you?” Zhongli repeats, slowly. This is the first time he’s actively set his pen down against his desk, slightly turning in his chair to fully face you and by Lord does he look intimidating.

“Yes? Is uh, something the matter?”

Zhongli’s expression remains impartial for the most part, but you can see it in his eyes. Like he’s about to make a remark, except he doesn’t.

“Not at all. A fine decision, may I add. He does consistently excel in his work, unlike others.” Zhongli states blankly, an underlying leer evident in his tone. You know he just took a stab at your inconsistent grades, and you can’t do much but gawk at him with astonishment.

“I wish you the best of luck in your studies. Hopefully I’ll be able to see the fruits of Albedo’s labour in your next essay.”

You take this as your cue to leave, mentally cursing yourself and profanities threaten to spill out from between your lips.

You may have just exceptionally outdone yourself today, butchering any and all chances of finally getting to sleep with Zhongli.

It’s obvious that this fact comes to torment you mentally from the way Albedo can discern your sour attitude from half a mile away when you approach him at the library. It’s the only place he’d ever be, since it’s too cold outside for Albedo to prop his canvas up on the quad.

“You look..terrible.” Albedo muses, a small grin perking his lips. You roll your eyes, huffing and puffing at him like a benevolent child before dragging out a seat to sit beside him. Albedo makes quick work of his surroundings, bunching up his thick textbooks and stacks of organised paper to accommodate you beside him.

“You and Professor Zhongli are both god awful at managing your workspaces. Looks like a crime scene, minus the blood.”

“It’s an organised mess. To you, it may look ‘godawful’.” Albedo borrows your phrasing, knitting his brows in slight distaste at your demeanour.

“Though to me? I can find what I need. I know that for a fact”— Albedo slurs in thought, slender hand reaching out as he combs through the stacks of white sheets.

—“‘Source Analysis: Economic Downfalls of Teyvat is right here. Page six, to be precise.” Albedo pulls out the singular sheet of paper, casting the page at an angle so that you can see the bold ‘6’ that adorns the bottom right corner. His features are at an impasse, but the small smirk that threatens to don him as well as the slight falter in his tone leads you to think otherwise.

Usually, you’d offer him a witty remark or something of the sorts. Albedo’s very perceptive.

Especially when it comes to you.

So when you murmur a meek ‘whatever’ whilst slouching back in your seat, you instantly become the crux of his concerns.

“I figured as much by your expression that you wouldn’t want to talk about whatever happened just now. So…” Albedo begins, albeit meekly.

“So?” You glare up at him, snapping back an answer that was a little bit too harsh. If Albedo were to take it personally, he hid any telltales with extreme ease.

“So.. Ahem. I can hold you, if you want. Physical touch is reassuring, or so I’ve been told. I might not be able to solve your problems, though I guess I could aid in helping you forget.”

Albedo doesn’t tend to open up to people very often, much less offer them help in such a comforting way. He can be.. awkward, at the best of times. You can feel the tingle of guilt pang in your gut because for a split second, it crosses your mind.

You wish that Zhongli were the one giving you support. You wish it were his hard, sturdy thighs that would cage you in and protect you all the same.

You ground your thoughts immediately before Albedo can discern your hesitation, deciding to climb on top of him and settle yourself onto his lap instead of dragging the male elsewhere just to cuddle with him. Albedo, in the process, lifts his hands in the air— somehow protecting your privacy but invading it simultaneously when his hands wrap to settle on your waist.

“Is this okay?” Albedo inquires, glancing up to watch for your features. You nod quietly, opting to wrap your limbs around him; resting your jaw onto his left shoulder.

Albedo’s surprisingly.. warm. You can feel the warmth radiate off of him, as though he may be competing with Teyvat’s largest star and source of energy. When you inhale deeply, there’s a discernible scent that makes Albedo.. well. Albedo. It’s the faint hints of chalk, assumedly from the amount of hours and dedication he’s put into the art department.

You feel Albedo gently tap his dominant hand on your waist, signalling that he’s going to move it. He’s not sure where to put it and he hesitates for a hot second, internal panic slowly freezing his veins. One thing that he does know, though? Is that you probably shouldn’t be so close to him, limbs wrapped around his mid and with the way you press your tits against his torso.

It’s ironic, with the way Albedo’s labelled a genius but he can’t discern if you’re doing this on purpose or not. He instead lets his hand fall to his lap, forgetting that you’re sitting on him completely.

Before Albedo can snatch his palm away from your thigh, you halt him there.

“Don’t worry. You said physical touch is reassuring, right? So by all means.” You hum, voice dulled by the structure of Albedo’s shoulder.

Albedo murmurs something else, but you don't hear it. Zhongli continues to plague your thoughts.

You wonder how his agile hands work, if they can bend and dip excellently. You’ve caught yourself staring at how Zhongli’s pretty and long fingertips curl around the pen he’s always nursing, wondering one too many times if he could prod and curl them into the spongy crevice inside your pussy that you always struggle to reach. You wonder if his moans are low, almost animalistic with a growl, or if they’re more pitchy— whiny, desperate even. You wonder how his cock feels, the sheer size and—

“What are you doing?” Albedo panics, eyelids blown and his pupils dilate. His voice comes out as a murmur, if even. The question sounds like it was reserved for himself.

It takes you a few moments to realise your predicament, for you to notice that you’d started subconsciously rutting your clothed clit against Albedo’s thigh. His face is flushed, lips slightly agape and he can only gift you an expression of perplexion.

“Sitting.” You lie straight through your teeth and Albedo can only scoff.

“Seriously? That’s the first thing you can say in response?”

You wouldn’t have the courage to confess that you were fantasising about Zhongli, either way.

Albedo’s slender digits slowly stalk the way up your thigh. He grabs the soft muscle there, kneading into it to memorise your composition by touch.

Zhongli is an addicting daydream, a man who often occupies your thoughts, but Albedo may really just be the answer to some of your problems. Like a gush of cold wind on a scorching hot day.

“Why’d you stop?” Albedo inquires, genuinely intrigued. If the library wasn’t stuffy enough, you can physically feel the temperature kick up a few notches when his torso fully clicks against yours. His heartbeat, uncharacteristically jackhammering, gives way to how he’s really feeling despite the monotonous exterior. That, and the twitch of his cock underneath you respectively.

There’s something so intoxicating about Albedo that persists you to chase him.

You don’t give Albedo the answer he was anticipating. Instead, you silence the blond with a hot, wet kiss to the side of his neck. A small whimper oozes out of Albedo’s throat as he rolls his hips, grinding his clothed dick against your clit. Another gasp and a stutter rip from him when your teeth come into contact with his soft skin.

“We should—uh. I mean. Find somewhere a little more private.” Albedo gasps, breath hitching in his throat as he bites down another moan.

As though to challenge that idea, there’s an audible knock from a nearby bookshelf that sends cold fear coursing through both your veins.

“Did I interrupt something, perhaps?” Zhongli inquires, eyebrows cocked and you can feel the amusal oozing off of him.

You part your lips to say something, except nothing comes out.

You do not know where to begin.

“A moment of your time. Whenever you’re finished, of course.” Zhongli glances at you head-on, innuendo thickly lacing the air and Albedo can feel his secondhand embarrassment kicking into overdrive.

“Let’s start by addressing the elephant in the room, shall we? On the basis that you’re not going to waste my time, of course.” Zhongli hums pleasantly, closing the door to his office behind him.

The door doesn’t lock.

“I’m sorry— Professor Zhongli, I—“

“—Not now, darling. You may save your baseless apologies for later when I’m through with you.”

“So? Please. Do explain to me. What on Earth were you doing back there?” Zhongli presses you, crossing his arms over as he leans himself back against his desk. You swallow thickly, jaw locking and you refuse to meet his gaze.

Zhongli sighs out of pure vexation. His slender digits clasp your chin, tilting your head upwards. You roll your eyes forward, matching his pools of honey.

“Speak up. I’m waiting.”

“Isn’t that obvious?” You murmur dejectedly, tip of your ears blazing hot.

“Was that your idea of tutoring? Nevermind the fact that you were foolish enough to deny my help.”

“If I didn’t know any better, it’s almost as though you wanted to get caught. The university library? My. You really are something.” Zhongli muses, warm exhale panning the expanse of your features. You could feel the room gasp if you tried to, inanimate objects withdrawing their breath and you could run a knife through the atmosphere.

Your case isn’t justified when your gaze subconsciously flickers to Zhongli’s soft lips, to which his brows cock in amusement in return.

Zhongli abruptly pulls away from you with a mean scoff, hand recoiling as though he’d just touched a sizzling hot pan. The brunette stalks around to his chair, strides long and dauntingly elegant.

He pats his lap with his left hand, signaling for you to come over.

It is downright pitiful how fast you clamber over to Zhongli, so much so that the notion earns a small chuckle from the male.

“Eager, aren’t you? Though I’m not sure what you’re doing— trying to settle yourself onto my lap like that.” Zhongli murmurs, manhandling you with ease until you’re laid over his thighs, ass slightly perking in the air. You attempt to scramble to free yourself from the demeaning situation, except the brunette only pins you into place with a strong hold to your smaller back.

“Zhongli! I— What are you—“ You squeal, rubbing your thighs together nonetheless. Zhongli hushes you with a small coo.

“Isn’t that obvious? I believe it’s crystal clear that students who misbehave should.. bear the consequences of their actions.” He borrows your earlier phrasing, twisting the sentence to once again embarrass you for the poor attempt of an excuse you tried to gift the man.

Zhongli’s padded fingertips draw over the surface of your warm, soft thighs. He loops his digits into the band of your thigh high socks, knuckles drawing into your warm skin. The touch makes you shiver, even more so when he pulls back the fabric before allowing it to snap against your skin. You yelp with a small jolt at the unexpected pain, stifling a moan.

“By the looks of it, however—“

Zhongli’s warm palm connects with the plush curve of your ass. The echo of a resounding smack! vibrates off the walls, leaving your eyebrows knitting as tears threaten to paint your vision.

“—You wanted exactly this, did you not?”

“N-no! I swear— I-smack!— Ow!” ‘Liar’. You can feel the implication waving off of Zhongli, feel the way a small smile creeps onto his lips. You’re horrific at lying, he thinks. The bittersweet concoction of pain and pleasure rolls through your body from head to toe, the earlier remnants of where Zhongli previously smacked your ass continue to leave you breathless.

“Zhongli!” You mewl, clawing at his arm rest with fervour.

“I believe that—smack!— it should be ‘Sir’ to you, should it not?” Zhongli hums, a dark and somewhat sinister chuckle resounds from deep within Zhongli’s chest.

You attempt to whine out a meek apology in response, pitchy tone instead interrupted when Zhongli’s palm connects with the soft plush of your ass again. Your teeth grit, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your thighs twitch in anticipation. There’s no way he can’t not feel how you’re writhing under his touch, right?

A fat tear globs out of your duct, streaming down the side of your face. At the sight, Zhongli knits his brows and a small groan escapes from him. You can feel his cock pulse underneath you.

“Crying already, my dear? We’re just getting started.” He murmurs with false reassurance, slender digits smooth over your sore and burning hot ass as though to comfort the skin there; like Zhongli’s nursing your skin back to proper condition.

Your mind is far too hazy to register or even begin to partially remember at what moment in time Zhongli flipped you onto your stomach, making you lay flat against his ice cold Cuihua desk.

The thing that comes first nature to you are your begs, the way you keen and absolutely plead for Zhongli to just fuck you. You want to feel an ounce of decency, try to cover yourself up or even try to resist, but it’s futile.

Zhongli humours himself for a few moments, watching the way you arch and attempt to grind your ass against his clothed cock, the cute mewls that escape from you when a string of half-assed pleas roll from your plush lips effortlessly.

You’re so broken for Zhongli, ruined and delirious and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

The brunette’s digits ghost underneath your flimsy little skirt, hiking up the fabric but never taking it off.

You hear his belt unbuckle, cool metal clashing against metal and the way the leather peels. You can feel the way your throat constricts, heart running hundreds or even thousands a minute because you need him. Need Zhongli’s fat cock inside you.

Zhongli only kneels down behind you, spreading your ass apart with his thumbs before diving in to lick a long, wet stripe with his hot tongue.

“Wasn’t aware that you’d be such a whore.” Zhongli murmurs between your thighs, obscure squelches ring throughout the air with how he’s fucking slurping and teasing your clit as though he’s starved. Like you’re his last meal.

“Wh— Ah!— Why?” You sob, gritting your teeth and mounds of frustration bubble up from within you. Your veins light ablaze, blood singeing hot as a wave of utter desperation clashes over you.

“I’m sure I made myself quite clear when I stated that you deserve to bear the consequences of your actions.”

“And besides—“ Zhongli detaches himself from your puffy lips with a loud smack, drool and your slick ornating his chin. He straightens himself, grabbing you by the locks of your hair to bring you backwards until your spine just about clicks against his torso.

“—This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t a fucking fool, denying my help of all people.” He snaps, tone dripping with venom in your ear.

“Albedo can’t help you.”

From the other side of the door, Albedo can most definitely attest to his heart rate skipping multiple beats. There’s no doubt about it.

His free hand flies to his mouth as he attempts to calm his erratic breathing, dominant palm curled around his angry, leaking cock.

A broken moan stutters out of you, jaw falling slack and you keen when Zhongli finally, finally decides to ease the tip of his cock into your cunt. You can’t stop yourself from crying out Zhongli’s name in pitchy symphonies, sobbing and gripping the edges of his desk at how his thick cock stretches you out to the hilt.

Zhongli’s well aware that Albedo’s memorising every little noise you make, how he’s gonna stroke himself to the thought of this day for probably the rest of his life.

And so, Zhongli abruptly pulls out of you.

He pins your back up against the door, holding you up like you weigh nothing as you sink back down onto his cock with a loud slam.

Might as well put on a show, right?

CHIL2DE 2021.

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