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thundersoothers · 2 years

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sex with me, so amazing

or, genshin men as people i’ve hooked up with.

who: multi/basically everyone (mentioned: childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, zhongli)

what: drabbles; describing my hook ups and who in genshin would be like them. don’t take it too seriously.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ns/fw and angst :)) just a little bit of angst though, mostly smut ofc :D

1. 8 inch cock. even when you take him down your throat the deepest you can go, until your eyes water and you gag, you still can fit 5 fingers between your lips and the soft hair on his pelvis. so thick you can’t wrap your hand around it. big, heavy, hot. so long that he has to stretch you out in order for it to fit inside.

the first time you see it, your jaw drops. “holy fuck,” you gasp. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

“you’ll make it fit,” he says. “stop running away; be a good girl and take it.”

sometimes it really is too big, though, if he doesn’t take the time to stretch you out. after the first time of his cock being too big, hurting a little too much than it feels good when he tries to go all the way in, he never lets you or himself rush into things.

foreplay is methodical. he eats you out because he loves it. he loves the feeling of your hands fisting his hair as he slides one, then two, and finally three fingers inside of you. loves the taste of your pussy, the hardness of your clit on his tongue. loves digging his fingers into your soft thighs that tremble and squeeze around his head. loves the sounds you make, the whimpers and the whines, when you beg for him to just fuck you already. loves the way your body writhes, the feeling of your cunt loosen then tighten and spasm around his fingers, the cries you make when you cum against his face.

he’s already hard when you kneel on still quivering legs in front of him, kissing up his thighs, leaving little marks and bites, running your hands over his soft skin. you don’t give him head with the purpose of trying to make him cum — not that often, at least. most times, it’s foreplay and also a game: a competition of whether it’s you who will pull away first, heaving for breath, asking for him to fuck you, or him who will get frustrated and push you off of him so he can turn you over and fuck you.

he’s most sensitive around his tip, which is wide and red and tastes tangy but not bad, so normally you focus on sucking the top half of his cock while your hand works around the rest. “take what you can, that’s— yes, fuck, that’s it. just like that. just like that, baby, keep doing that.”

when you do try to take him all the way down your throat, though, the incentive to keep going is the way his breath stutters and he wheezes, “oh, fuck, yes.” but when his cock inevitably presses too hard against the back of your mouth, you gag and pull off with a cough.

you let his heavy cock rest against your face while you suck on his balls to give yourself a moment to breathe, and you look up at him with teary eyes. he looks back down at you and says, almost in disbelief, “fuck, you’re so hot.” then he picks you up, throws you onto the bed, tells you to get on your stomach, and then pounds you into the mattress.

says shit like:

“relax, just relax. I’m gonna give you everything you need. don’t be impatient.”

“‘it’s too big?’ it’s barely even in, baby. you can take it, I know you can.”

“you’ll make it fit. now, be good for me and keep still.”

he moans your name.

“fuck, you feel good. you’re so fucking wet. you take me so well.”

“that feels good, doesn’t it? yeah? tell me how it feels. what was that? oh, you can’t even use your words?” he laughs when you get breathless, when he’s fucking you too hard and too fast for you to form words.

and always amazed, like he can’t believe it, “you’re so hot.”

when you both get close, he flips you over onto your back. he puts a pillow under your lower back, and leans down to spit on your cunt and kiss your clit. he put one of your legs over his shoulder and you wrap the other around his waist. he grips the headboard with one hand and touches your body softly, like he’s not saying obscene things and fucking the life out of you, with the other. and then he fucks you even harder.

he’s so deep that you can feel him in your stomach.

when you reach down to touch your clit, your other hand scratching down his back, he says stuff like:

“yes, that’s it, baby, go ‘head, make yourself feel good.”

“you gonna cum? yeah? you’re gonna cum all over my cock?”

“you look so pretty like this.”

he pulls out after you cum so he can finish on your stomach, but he cums so hard and so much, with his hand wrapped around his thick cock, pumping quickly, that it goes from your lower stomach all the way up to between your breasts. while you lay back to catch your breath, he wipes you off with a towel and licks your tits clean.

his dick is big and he knows how to use it. he says and does the right things, even if it’s not exceedingly kinky – (maybe you’ll get to that point later, you think). honestly, it’s the best foreplay, head, and sex you’ve ever had.

but he never stays for long after. there’s no emotions in your arrangement, really; it’s just hooking up. there’s no hanging out after and talking. and that’s fine with you, really. you aren’t sure there would be any compatibility between you for being in a relationship, anyway. but you definitely have chemistry in bed.

once he’s sure you’re coming down okay, he kisses you on the lips and rubs over your cheek with his thumb. he murmurs a promise of, “I’ll see you later,” and then walks out the door.

he doesn’t follow through.

this time, when the door closes behind him, it’s the last time you ever see him.

↳ diluc, ITTO, zhongli?

2. solid 5/5.5ish inches. fits perfectly; not too big, not too small. the weight feels good on your tongue; it isn’t as hard to take all of him in your mouth, until you can look up at him with your lips wrapped around the very base of his cock. sex is less about finishing and more about the process—about feeling, about the sensations.

after the first time you hook up, you realize: it’s making love, not fucking. you really don’t know each other that well, but he holds you like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear. speaks to you like you’re one of the most important people in his life. touches you like you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. fucks you like he’s in love with you.

it leaves you reeling. it’s confusing being treated like that so immediately, but it’s also nice. the orgasms you have are different than you’ve ever experienced before. the physical vaginal pleasure isn’t anything special, really (… you’ve had better dick), but the way you feel throughout your body and mind when you’re with him is so intense.

it’s not about the orgasm specifically; it’s about the way you feel leading up to it, the process; the slow build leading up to an orgasm where you feel pleasure and relief throughout your entire body.

hooking up is about you. he loves kissing you; sometimes it feels like he likes it even more than having sex. his lips are on yours for so long, seemingly not in a rush at all, even with his hard on pressing against your thigh and making a damp spot on his boxers. he only stops when you get restless and pent up and force him away. then his lips are on your neck, over your chest with his tongue circling your nipples in a way that has you shuddering, down your stomach until he kisses your hip bones—the left and then the right, skipping your cunt and going straight to your thighs.

after all of the drawn out foreplay, when he finally puts his cock in, it feels like a hot, striking, all-encompassing instant relief for both of you. like it’s everything you’ve ever needed and wanted in your whole life. moaning into each other’s mouths, both your and his eyes rolling back, your bodies shuddering against each other.

it’s overwhelming. it feels like you’re burning, like there’s nothing else you could possibly think about or focus on other than him, like this is all you’ve ever needed and wanted. you feel good all over, and it’s clear he does too.

he doesn’t stop kissing you, touching all over your body, making sure as much of his skin is pressed against yours. moaning in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how sexy you look, how good you feel, the way your cunt is so wet and warm and tight for him and him only. how he wants to feel you cum around his cock, that he wants to see how hot you look when you cum for him.

“I want you to cum. it doesn’t matter how long it takes,” he says. “we aren’t in a rush. just make yourself feel good, baby. take what you need.”

his dick isn’t huge, but it isn’t small either. it feels best when he puts your ankles over his shoulders and kisses the inside of your leg gently as if he isn’t fucking you into the mattress with his hand resting against your lower stomach; when he presses his body to yours and makes love to your body until you write under him and cum hard around his cock; when he grips your waist as you ride him and digs his fingers into your hips, worshiping the plush of your thighs, the softness of your ass, until he pulls you against him so he can moan into your mouth as he cums.

he says stuff like:

“fuck, that feels so good. you’re so good, baby, shit, don’t stop.”

“don’t hide, let me see you. fuck, you look so pretty. you’re so beautiful.”

“you gonna cum? yeah? that’s it, baby, cum for me. you can do it. be good and cum for me.”

of course, it isn’t all lovey and vanilla and soft. like when his hands stop exploring your body and instead squeeze your throat. or one time when he said, “you’re so loud,” and then stuck his fingers into your mouth. or when he pulled your hair and held your face in his hands as he fucked your mouth until he came down your throat and then kissed you after.

you find it unfortunate that the way he treats you is so refreshing. you find it special, different, even surprising, that he treats you so well when you’re with each other. he doesn’t act like you matter as a person only when you’re having sex, and that makes you sad for yourself.

but it also makes you care—a little bit more than you should in your fuck buddy arrangement. it’s hard to eliminate emotions when it feels like you’re in love with each other when you hook up.

he just seems so fucking into you. like, who fucks you like he loves you and says this shit kind of shit when you’re just supposed to be fuck buddies?

“you should sleep over.” it wasn’t all that ‘you can stay if you want to’ bullshit. no, it was, “I want you to.” and it was every single time you came over, too.

“when can I see you? I’m hard as fuck thinking about you. you wanna do something about it?”

“you should come during the day. I want to see your face.”

“if it was going to be anyone,” he said when you asked him about the boundaries of your arrangement one night, if you’re exclusive, if it’s just hooking up and there’s no feelings, etc. “it’s you.”

he’s a liar.

you don’t know if he means to be. you don’t know if he realizes that he’s stringing you along in the grey area of whatever the fuck “it’s you” is. you don’t know if he wants to see your name in his phone apart from wanting to hook up. you don’t know if playing pretend being in a relationship and being in love with each other is hurting him, too.

but you do know that when you kiss him goodbye one morning, it’ll be the last time you’ll ever see him.

↳ CHILDE, KAEYA, kazuha, thoma

note: thank you for reading! and thank you so much for your patience. summer has started so I should be able to write more! :DD (though I am working full time ://)

I have more hook ups so if u want more just lmk lmfao. and as always, if u want to be tagged when I post, send an ask/dm. <33

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posted 06.13.2022. do not repost or modify any of my original work on any other platform. to genshin masterlist.

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