cocky bastard vibes - zhongli
ship: zhongli x reader
synopsis: in which reader shares their free thoughts on the liyue statue of seven
notes: standalone snippet part of the bookkeeping!verse
It was a beautiful day in Liyue. The grass was a luscious green and the birds were singing a beautiful song. After a nice stay at the Emerald Maple Inn, you and Mr. Zhongli decided to have a cup of tea next to the Statue of the Seven before heading on your way to Qingce Village. You were to accompany him to pick up supplies for the next funeral rite, and with the way the morning was going, you knew nothing would ruin this peaceful day.
"So how much do you want to bet that Rex Lapis was hot and knew it?”
You ignored the choked sound that came from your side as you gazed up at the picturesque statue. Though your companion would probably consider your question quite out of the blue, you couldn’t say it was the first time you wondered such a thing. Whenever you passed by one of them in Liyue, the thought always plagued your mind for a few hours after. Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s reaction, though, it seemed he did not share your sentiments.
"Ehem… That… certainly is an interesting thought. I can’t say whether or not previous records touched on such a topic."
You hummed, gazing up at the statue. Really? That couldn’t be true. Why wouldn’t anyone talk about a statue looking like that?
“Well there are many reasons why I’d say I’m right. First off, his outfit. He has a hooded cloak on while also being shirtless. There’s absolutely no logical reason to dress like that unless they’re from the deserts of Sumeru, wouldn’t you say? It obviously was a conscious fashion decision. If you pair that with the seductive way he’s sitting, I’d be inclined to assume he’s quite clearly feeling his look.”
Silence came from your side. Hm, Mr. Zhongli still wasn’t convinced? Then you would go on.
“You do see it, right? His posture is relaxed, yet confident. Not to mention the way he’s looking at that cube in his hand with practically bedroom eyes. His knees are apart too. My friend from Sumeru told me that when a man sits like that, he’s displaying his dominance.”
Still silence.
"You can't sit in a seductive pose like that without on some level being aware you look good doing it. I mean look at him! He's shirtless and everything! I've heard even macho fishermen say that they pray to the statue for a good night before coming home to see their wives. You can’t blame them, right?"
A hesitant cough.
"I-I'm sure it was a younger time when those statues were sculpted."
You groaned.
"Maybe, but you’re not even looking! If you did, you’d agree with me that Rex Lapis is clearly exuding such massive 'cocky bastard' vibes!" You countered.
For some reason, the more you spoke, the more flustered he became.
"C'mon, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I'm slandering his good name! I mean, if Rex Lapis didn't want us talking about him like this, maybe he shouldn't have made a statue with abs clean enough to eat off of!"
Okay, maybe at this point, you were piling it on a bit thick. Could anyone blame you? His face was in his hand as if he had a headache, and were his ears tinged the slightest hint of red? It was an interesting sight. Never had you seen him look so completely flustered. Sure you were rather blunt, but you didn't think your words were that provocative. Mr. Zhongli really was practically a 65 year old man.
"I thought you respected the Geo Archon…" He muttered weakly.
You gasped in offense.
"I do! I’d even consider my words the utmost of pious behavior. In Mondstadt, the sisters of the church consider themselves married to Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. So finding the Geo Archon to be a sex god is pretty much the same thing, right?”
“No, it is not.”
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Omg your last sukuna response was heavenly to read. Makes me wanna just bend over right in front of him in a short skirt and watch his big bad tough demeanor shatter
HEHEHE thank you!! oh my goddd i think he would love and hate teasing all at the same time.
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, one use of the word master, sukuna is a meanie :(
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he thinks it’s so cute that you think you can act in such a manner around him and get away with it—it’s real sweet that you think you can tease him, real stupid that you think you can dangle such temptation over his head and genuinely believe he won’t do anything about it, that he won’t shove and stuff you back into your proper place beneath him. it’s disrespectful to even try, honestly; disrespectful to think you could ever exert power over him, disrespectful that you think you can control him with your lace-clad cunt, the delicate material already beginning to cling to your folds, contouring your clit and your empty lil hole, soaked with premature arousal.
but his baby is nothing if not determined.
he lets you have your fun for a little anyway, lets you prance around in your obscenely short skirt, lets you bend over far enough that it forces the hem up, up, up—up your thighs, over your ass, to scrunch a little at your tailbone, revealing your whole backside to him, legs spread strategically, ensuring that he gets an eyeful of your clothed cunt.
he lets you have your fun, because he likes it when you believe you might actually succeed this time—so fucking idiotic, his precious little girl is—because it makes the disappointment weighting your features when you realize that you can’t, you won’t, you never will that much more delicious, a devilish smile spreading across his face as your bright gaze dulls with horror, mouth heavy with defeat as it tugs downward.
maybe you can procure a crack or two in his demeanour, a hairline fracture in his meticulously crafted mask—a soft grunt, or a flare of sheer, potent want in his eye—but that’s all you’re getting before he mends it, reinforces it, and snatches the reigns from your grasp.
it’s offensive you thought you had any fucking hope at victory at all, he’s panting in your ear as he traps you between his chest and the wood of the table, hard cock already prodding your dripping hole. who the fuck do you think you are, teasing him?
two of his hands curl around the edges of the table, the other two wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you bent perpendicular, hips pinned to the surface.
you seem to have forgotten your place. but oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart, your master will show you exactly where you belong.
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